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G!P Alpha!Natasha x Stripper!Omega!Reader
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Summary: Natasha finally find her true omega
Warnings: Smut, soft sex, A/B/O themed, possessive behaviour
WC: 3.3K
A/N: I did not give this enough justice, but I’m happy about the soft sex scene 🫶
pt. 2
The stip club smelled faintly of horny men, neon lights and spilled drinks. You moved through the crows, letting the music carry your hips, but your mind wasn’t on the beats.
It was the exhaustion gnawing at your muscles. It was another one of those long nights that never really seemed to end. Your knees and ankles were sore from the heels and the many lap dances you had performed that evening.
Somewhere deep down, you knew this wasn’t where you wanted to be.
You moved through the blinds that reflected the neon glow from the club, painting stripes of pink and blue across the worn wooden floor of your backroom.
You sat down and removed your heels, tugging at the straps of your costume and trying to steady your nerves. The bass from the main floor was relentless; it vibrated through your chest like it wanted to rewrite your heartbeat.
‘’Hey, girl,’’ A voice cut through the haze—one you’ve heard dozens of times but never quite gotten used to. One of the other dancers, Diamond, leaned against the counter, tossing her long braid over her bare shoulder.
She started to remove the money from her bra, letting it clink into the small pouch at her waist. ‘’Another packed floor tonight,’’ she said with a grin, shaking her head. ‘’Think they’re ever going to get tired of you?’'
You smirked, flexing your sore ankles. ‘’Not if I don’t get tired first. But I swear, sometimes it feels like I’m running on autopilot just to get through nights like these. Don’t get me wrong, I like stripping. But for men?’'
Diamond laughed, low and warm, and flopped onto the counter next to you, letting her braid swing lazily. ‘’I hear that. And I swear, the heels were made to torture us, not seduce anyone. My knees are officially filing a formal complaint.’'
You hummed, rubbing at the side of your ankle. ‘’At least we make it look effortless. That’s the real magic trick. Nobody sees the swearing, the aching, the silent counting of minutes until you can finally collapse.’'
She leaned back, eyes sparkling in the neon haze. ‘’You make it look so easy though. Like girl, you move like the music owns you… and I swear if you ever quit, some rich idiot’s going to snatch that fat ass in a heartbeat.’'
You laughed softly, tugging your costume straps into place. ‘’Maybe, yeah. But for now… This is what pays the bills.’’
The bass thumped through the walls again, and the glow from the neon lights painted stripes of pink and blue across your skin.
As you stood, sliding your heels back on and adjusting the last parts of your costume, the air felt a little heavier, like something— or rather someone— was waiting.
Once you stepped onto the stage, the first notes of your song pulsed through the speakers.
You stepped forward, hips swaying with a confidence born of years of practice. The click of your heels marking the rhythm. Every movement was precise, fluid, effortless—a language only your body spoke, and tonight, the crowd was fluent.
You swung your leg around the pole, your chest rising and falling in time with the bass. You tilted your head just so, letting a lock of hair fall down your face, teasing the audience without needing a word.
Your hands traced up your arms, over your shoulders, lingering on your neck before gliding down your torso. As your hands moved up again, you removed your bra. A standard in your routine.
You bent backward slightly at the waist, the arched forward, letting your chest lead, a practiced tease that made the room hold its collective breath.
Circling the stage, you leaned into the crowd, letting the faintest brush of your fingertips near their hands ignite excitement. You spun slowly on your heel, letting your hair whip around dramatically before landing in a smooth, grounded stance.
You traced a hand down your thigh, gripping it gently and forcing your legs apart more. It teased the crowd with just enough suggestion to make their tips fly without crossing boundaries.
Your floorwork was up next. You kneeled gracefully, rolling from one side to the other, letting your torso twist and stretch, showcasing your extreme flexibility and strength. You rolled up, chest lifted, shoulders ack, and let your gaze sweep the audience like a predator hunting, knowing exactly which reactions to elicit.
Then you saw her.
You bit your lip without thinking, your body slowing.
She was taller than you, dressed well, red hair falling over her shoulders. She was not only watching you, but she desired you. You felt it, everywhere.
You finished with a slow, deliberate sway, keeping eye contact with her. Your heels clicked as you took measured steps forward. Each of your motions was polished to perfection, each gesture designed to command attention from royalty.
Tips put on the side of your string or in your hand—ones, fives, tens, some twenties—you kept scanning the crowd, catching every movement, every reaction.
And there it was. A crisp and commanding hundred-dollar bill, tucked firmly into the front of your panties. The hand lingered for longer than allowed. But you allowed it this once. But only because it was hers…
Her hand slipped out of your sparkling string.
Even with the cheers and the flashing lights, all you could feel was the pull of her gaze, sharp and dominant, and it made your movements sharper, more confident, more intoxicating. Every sway, every spin, every deliberate pause now carried an extra electricity. You weren’t just dancing for the crowd—you were dancing for her.
The song ended, your chest heaving just enough to show the exertion, and the applause roared. Your hands slick with the sweat of a performance well-done, you grinned, knowing you’d given them—and her—exactly what they came for.
You climbed off the stage, sliding your bra back on. Diamond was already at the counter, counting over her tips again, smirking.
‘’Not bad, even I got turned on,’’ she said, tossing a few singles into her pouch. ‘’Seems like someone’s got a fan with deep pockets?’'
You smirked, brushing sweat from your forehead. ‘’Yeah… someone.’’ Your fingers grazed the bill still tucked in your panties. The memory of her eyes—intense, sharp and possessive—made your stomach twist in a way that wasn’t entirely comfortable, but not unpleasant either.
You felt a presence behind you.
Diamond’s mouth fell open, watching the woman behind you. She didn’t like girls, but this woman was something no man could defeat.
You hadn’t seen her move through the crowd, hadn’t heard her footsteps, and yet she was suddenly in the doorway of the backroom. Tall, poised, every inch the Alpha.
You turned to look at her, her gaze locking on you immediately, unyielding, dominant. A flicker of something else, too, softening her edges ever so slightly, just for you.
‘’You’re holding back.’’ Your heart skipped. How could she tell?
‘’I’ve been doing this a long time.’'
‘’I’ve been looking for someone like you,’’ she said, voice dropping. Her presence wrapped around you, firm, undeniable.
Your fingers tightened on your costume strap. Somewhere in your chest, you knew: this is meant to be.
‘’I’m y/n.’'
‘’Natasha.’'
Diamond took it as her cue to leave when you introduced yourself to her with your real name.
‘’Come with me,’’ she said simply. ‘’I’ve got somewhere you belong.’'
Your breath caught. You could say no, but every instinct, every pull, told you to follow. You did.
-///-
The noise of the club faded behind you as Natasha led you through the throng of bodies. Your long faux fur coat covers your body. Her hand brushed against yours—light, deliberate—and even that small touch sent a shiver curling down your spine. You didn’t pull back. You couldn’t. Every instinct in you wanted to stay close, to follow, lean into the pull she radiated.
Outside, the air was cooler, sharp against your face. The city hums around you, neon reflecting in puddles from recent rain, but none of it really matters. All you could feel was her. The way she carried herself, firm, commanding, every step precise.
Her energy filled the space around you, and your omega instincts bent toward it naturally, curling in response, softening, trusting without question.
‘’You don’t understand,’’ she said, voice low, rough with something urgent. Her hand shot out, brushing against your arm. It wasn’t light, nor teasing, but claiming, grounding and desperate. ‘’I can’t… I can’t let you stay there. Not like that.’'
Your pulse spiked.
‘’You belong with me,’’ she said, and the words were sharp. ‘’You’re mine.’’
The words made your knees weaken, heat curling low in your stomach.
‘’Yes,’’ you breathed out. Your hands hesitated for a moment before clutching at her jacket, body drawn toward hers like gravity had changed direction.
Natasha exhaled slowly against your hair, her grip tightening as if letting go wasn’t an option anymore.
Before you knew it, you were in her room.
Natasha’s hand closed around your wrist, firm and steady.
The heat between them was far from subtle. It was the main focus at this very moment. Your chest rose sharply as her presence pressed closer, Alpha enegry heavy and grounding.
Her thumb moved slowly against your pulse.
“You’re shaking,” she murmured.
You hadn’t even noticed until she said it. Your body felt like it was humming, nerves alive, instincts pulling you closer to her without permission. But you didn't force them to stop.
‘’I’m not scared.’'
‘’I know.’'
Her grip eased on you, sliding her hands into yours. Interwining them.
Natasha stepped closer, crowding into your space until your knees brushed the edge of the mattress. She didn’t rush. Alphas didn’t need to rush. The control in the way she moved only made the tension worse.
Her other hand lifted slowly, fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face.
“You looked at me like you already knew,” she said quietly.
Your hands tightened in her jacket again. “I think I did.”
Her jaw flexed at that, like the words hit something deep inside her.
For a moment, she just looked at you—really looked. Like she was memorizing every part of you.
Then her hand slid from your hands to your waist, pulling you a little closer.
Your breath hitched.
“Baby girl,” she murmured.
The word sent a shiver through your whole body. Natasha leaned down slowly, giving you time to pull away.
You didn’t.
Your fingers curled tighter in the fabric of her jacket as your forehead brushed hers, the space between you shrinking until your breathing mixed.
“Say it,” you whispered.
A faint smile touched her mouth.
“You’re mine.”
And this time, when she kissed you, there was nothing hesitant about it.
You moaned into it, submitting to her fully. Letting her claim you as hers.
Natasha guided you down on the mattress, her touch delicate.
Her fingers lingered over your jacket.
Natasha looked up at you, asking for permission.
You gave her a small smile and a nod.
She smiled back at you before gently removing your coat. She put it to the side before removing her own.
Natasha watched your curves, your goosebumps, and glitter covering your chest.
Then she met your eyes, lingering longer than necessary.
‘’Come here,’’ you spoke.
She moved closer, and you spread your legs for her.
A soft hum left her, her fingers playing with the hem of your underwear.
She removed it with your consent, then your bra.
It left you shy, gently covering your hands with trembling hands.
‘’It’s okay… You’re beautiful, y/n.’'
Her reassurance made you feel a little better. It wasn’t that you hadn’t had sex before, but you had never had this type of connection with another alpha before.
This was special. It was soft and gentle, and that made you nervous.
Her touch lingered on your thigh, tracing circles before speaking.
‘’Let me know if I do anything you’re not comfortable with.’'
‘’Of course, Natty.’'
She smiled softly at you, removing her own clothes.
You gasped, her faint abs showing in the moonlight.
‘’You’re stunning,’’ you mutter, eyes meeting hers. ‘’I need you, please.’'
She hovered over you, her touch on your stomach delicate.
‘’Tell me,’’ Natasha looked down, spreading your legs so she could move between them, ‘’who do you belong to?’'
You breathed out, glancing at her hard cock, then meeting her eyes that were already looking at you.
‘’You. I belong to you.’'
Her lips hovered over yours, but you couldn’t wait. You grabbed her waist and pulled her into you, kissing her passionately.
Her tip rubbed against your entrance, making you gasp.
You let out a nervous laugh as she pulled away from your lips.
She smiled, ‘’You’re okay. You’re safe here.’'
All you could do was nod.
She lined up, pecking your lips before gently pushing in.
You let out a gentle, strangled moan, arching your back as she pushed herself in.
Natasha cooed at you, rubbing your arm, leaning closer as you pulled her in.
Your nails dug into her back, making her hiss.
‘’Sorry,’’ you mumbled.
She chuckled, a soft and maybe a little nervous one, ‘’it’s very okay., baby girl’'
Natasha felt your hot breath against her neck, continuing to push herself in until you were filled to the brim.
Your breath was heavy, your eyes closed.
As you took a deep breath in to calm yourself, you got a good whiff of her perfume.
It calmed you almost immediately.
‘’You smell nice,’’ you whispered, caressing her back.
She leaned down to kiss your neck.
You hummed, a hand landing at the back of her neck to pull her closer.
Natasha pulled away, then started to move her hips.
‘’Natasha…’’ you breathed out.
Her right hand moved to grab your left one, intertwining your fingers.
She pinned it above your head, her thrusts becoming more urgent and deeper.
‘’That’s it. Take me, baby girl.’'
Your eyes squeezed shut, her tip hitting your G-spot in the best way possible.
‘’Oh god, oh god, oh god…—‘’
Your breathy moans and whimpers hit something deep and feral inside her.
Natasha’s chest moved against yours with her thrusts, arousing both of you even more.
She pulled you closer as your free hand came to your mouth, biting the back of it to suppress the moans you left out.
‘’Let me hear you.’'
‘’Natasha—!’'
You squirmed, her hand removed itself from your to grab the one over your mouth.
She moved your hand and hers down to your clit.
You started to rub it, the way you knew that would make you cum.
Her hand was over yours, learning the pattern.
Once you removed your hand, in complete bliss, her hand took over, rubbing your clit in the way you had.
It was perfect.
‘’Yes! Oh fuck..’'
You gasped, your hands tangling in Natasha’s hair.
Natasha let out a low growl, feeling herself getting closer to the sight of you and the tug of her red hair.
Her hand worked overtime on your clit as she continued to pound into you, now at a speed you didn’t know was possible.
You heard her mutter ‘mine’ under her breath, making you smile softly through the moaning mess you had now become.
‘’Are you close?’’ She asked, panting herself.
You nodded your head furiously, ‘’ye-yeah…’'
Your legs wrapped around her waist, her thrust getting a new angle, which made your eyes roll to the back of your head.
‘’You’re safe with me, come for me.’'
With her words, you did, it came rushing over you, and your body stiffened.
Legs then shaking.
She kissed your forehead lovingly as your nails dug into her back, almost ripping through her skin.
The feeling made her moan, ‘’ngh- y/n!’'
She groaned your name as she shot her load into you.
You shivered at the sensation, the second contraction spilling more white liquid into you.
Her muscles tightened and her skin flushed.
Natasha’s heart pounded in her chest as she looked at you.
She pulled out, her dick still hard.
She let out a quiet laugh as she bit her lip. Her eyes were dark with lust, love and admiration.
She wiped the sweat off your forehead, kissing you deeply.
You returned it with more passion.
‘’You’re amazing,’’ she whispered.
''Thank you.’'
Her dick continued to throb, as something changed in her, ‘’lay on your side.’'
You obeyed as she moved behind you.
Her hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.
Her touch was protective, calming and strangely arousing.
-///-
The next morning, the two of you were panting. Natasha never got tired of using all your holes.
Finally, though, when the sun hit her face, she quieted down, exhaustion getting to her.
With a soft thud, she collapsed beside you, her fingers stroking absent-mindedly on your arm.
Your eyes were still closed, chest heaving, and lips parted.
She kissed your back lovingly before turning you to face her.
You smiled at her, and she smiled back.
Natasha brushed a strand of hair away from your face, studying you like she had been doing all night.
‘’You should stay…’'
Her voice was raw and soft.
Your smile widened as you cuddled closer to her, your trembling legs entangled in hers.
‘’I didn’t plan to move.’'
‘’Be my girlfriend…?’'
She was hesitant, and you saw it, you heard it.
It was sudden, but it was exactly what you needed.
‘’Yes.''
AN: releasing a photo of me in the club
