Characters: Shy!Mark Grayson/Invincible x Stripper!Reader
Warnings: NO USE OF Y/N, SMUT, Dirty Talk, Dirty thoughts, Swearing, PinV, Nakey pretty women, Minors DNI.
Synopsis:
Rex takes Mark to the strip club, where he finds you. Surely Mark will behave himself...
Word Count: 2.3k
“This is a bad idea.”
“Oh, please, Grayson. Everybody goes to the strip club. It’s a right of passage,” Rex huffed, clapping Mark on the shoulder.
“Right of passage for who?” Mark asked, swallowing thickly. Rex turned, eyebrow raised.
“…Everyone?”
Mark’s expression turned sour. Rex sighed, turning his best friend away from the building with neon lights.
“Listen. It’s not a big deal. It’s fun, I promise. Give it thirty minutes. If you hate it, we’ll leave.”
And that’s how Mark found himself, nearly sitting on his hands, stuffed in the back of a velvet couch. Flashing rotating lights moved around him, to the tune of a song he could barely hear—feel, more like. Rex, grinning like a cat, sat at the edge of the booth in a deep conversation with a girl. Or, well, uh… A dancer.
She was beautiful, and Mark would’ve had an easier time admiring her beauty if she weren’t so… Naked. Well, maybe, not totally naked. But ‘bikini’ was a silly excuse for the thin straps of fabric she wore that covered her breasts and lower areas. The pretty girl rested a lithe hand on Rex’s shoulder, eyes twinkling as she turned to one of her friends. And Mark got a full view of her ass.
Coughing, Mark turned to look at his lap. Jesus Christ.
A quick glance at his watch told him he had nearly thirty minutes before he could call it quits. Raising his gaze, he examined the room around. him. Black and purple velvet furniture, stools, and a circular bar that lay in the middle of the club, with men clinging to the seats. Across from Mark’s couch, against the far wall, was the main stage. The floor was glossy black, with one intimidating silver pole in the middle. Mark’s eyes slid to the ceiling. What the actual hell was he doing here?
“Bro... Mark!”
He turned to find Rex staring at him expectantly, a bit annoyed.
“Y-yeah?” Mark answered, clearing his throat. Rex shook his head with a scoff, one hand holding onto the dancer’s behind him… As if he meant to get up and follow her somewhere.
“I’ll be back in like ten,” Rex said, making Mark’s stomach drop out of his ass.
“What?” He hissed, wide-eyed. “You can’t just… Don’t just leave me here!”
“In a den of beautiful half-naked women, oh god the horror,” Rex snorted sarcastically before sliding from the booth. Mark’s mouth dropped open as his friend began to disappear.
“Rex! Rex!”
“Welcome to the stage, Kitty Lux.”
Mark turned upon hearing the announcement.
He blinked as the lights flashed a deep ruby across the stage, ‘Kitty Lux’ flashing across the LED screens behind the stage. Mark’s hands, which had moved to his lap, had begun to twist themselves. He had half a mind to get up and just leave when you walked out onto the stage. And…
Fuck.
You.
The club seemed to still as you took to the stage, clothed in a lacy black little number that left little to the imagination. And yet, Mark found no issue looking at you—eyes traveling lazily down your body as you strutted around the stage. Pretty hands, with manicured nails wrapped around the metal pole, and Mark felt heat shoot down to his crotch as he imagined those beautiful hands wrapped around his cock.
Fuck, did he just think that?
You spun around the pole on your toes, black shiny heels glistening in the glowing lights, round ass and strong thighs in perfect line of sight.
Yes, he did think that.
He was now thinking about a lot of things.
Mark shifted awkwardly as his pants grew tight. You began your dance, the bass line of ‘Woo’ by Rihanna booming through Mark’s bones. And you began to twirl around the pole, muscled body flexing impressively.
...Maybe coming here was not such a bad idea after all.
Especially as your eyes met his, piercing and wicked. They seemed to pass right into his mind, able to see the images he was creating about the two of you—of all the positions he wanted to put you in.
And your lips quirked, a sinful sight, like you knew all of Mark’s dirty secrets. And that you loved them. Oh, he was fucked for sure.
“What are you doing here all by your lonesome?” You cooed, eyes glimmering as you leaned on the back of the couch, just a few feet away from Mark. Your dance had ended, and after collecting the surplus of money thrown at your feet, you’d slipped into the audience like a panther, eyes trained on Mark like he was your prey.
Mark took a deep breath, his nerves coming back tenfold now that you were all up close and real.
“Uh—uh, I—“ He spluttered, face flushing. Your smile only grew.
“Have you ever been to a strip club before…?”
“Mark,” He answered quickly, raising his chin. You nodded, sliding into the booth, but keeping a healthy distance, placing a bulging jeweled bag atop the table.
“Mark,” You repeated, tasting each letter, voice low and raspy. Mark ignored the shock to his core.
“And, no, I’ve never been to a... Place, like this before,” He continued, voice growing stronger while his eyes focused on your glittering purse. “Never had the courage.”
“What changed?” You asked, perfect body reclining against the seat in Mark’s peripheral vision. Mark nodded to the far corner, where Rex was getting his second lap dance. You nodded, instantly recognizing the normie.
“Ahhh, I see,” You hummed, nails clinking against the table top. Your eyes turned back to find Mark looking at you, his brown eyes hazy. And it stole your breath away. “Well, Mark, what do you say?”
Mark’s brows raised in confusion, his confidence lasting longer than he expected. He shook his head, not understanding your insinuation.
“Would you like a dance?” You asked slowly. Mark’s pulse skipped in his throat, mouth opening a bit before closing again.
“I…” He began before trailing off. Glancing behind you, he found Rex with the same tanned girl, a thin, veiled curtain separating them from the public. But Mark could still see the gist of what was happening. The grinding of the girl’s hips, her costume untied, pert breasts bouncing in Rex’s face. To imagine you doing that upon Mark's lap, well, he nearly lost it then and there.
“You can say no,” You continued, voice softer. Mark’s gaze snapped back to yours.
“I want to.”
With dark, heavy-lidded eyes, you reached out for his hand. And you led Mark away to the private dance room.
Mark could barely breathe as you lowered yourself atop his lap, gorgeous body stretching and exposed just inches away from him. Mark’s fingers dug into the arms of the chair he was in, anticipation locking his spine.
“You okay down there, Mark?”
Mark gulped, nodding. You giggled before starting to roll your hips to the beat of the song. And his vision began to tunnel. The music turned into a dull noise in his ears, everyone else fading into shadow as sweat beaded on his temple.
You moved like you’d been born to do it, curves swaying and rolling expertly above him. Mark’s eyes fluttered as he began to fight for control.
He wanted—God, there were so many things he wanted to do to you. Visions of your gasping breaths echoing in his ears as he pounded into you from behind, perfect ass bouncing off his hips. Or your thick, creamy thighs wrapped around his face as he feasted on you until you begged for him to stop… Only to stuff you with his cock, hands coiled around your throat as he pumped you full of his cum—
“How about now? How are you feeling?”
Mark blinked, returning to reality, shock flitting through his body. He’d nearly lost control, with you above him. Fuck, he couldn’t do that.
He grumbled some non-distinct reply, bidding you to continue. And you did, with a smile, hands arching above your head to your back, where you began to untie your lingerie.
“Fuck,” Mark cursed roughly, eyes widening as the material cascaded down your body and pooled around your waist. Perfect, you were fucking perfect everywhere. His hands itched to cup your breasts, to bury his head between them and suffocate there. You ground down upon his crotch, eyes lighting as you felt the impressive tent there. Mark couldn’t even find within himself to be ashamed, not as your pulse skyrocketed and your nipples peaked.
And he? He could smell you as you grew wet. Wet for him.
Good fucking grief.
His nails began to cut into the fabric of the chair he sat in, attention torn between your full breasts swinging in his face and keeping the last bit of his composure intact.
“You’re so… God, you’re perfect,” He groaned, biting down on his lip. You giggled, a faint flush covering your cheeks as you moved your hair onto one side.
“Don’t you know how to make a girl blush?”
I know how to do a good many things, Mark thought as his cock throbbed.
“I mean it,” He promised, eyes flying up to yours. Your hips slowed, muscled stomach contorting.
“I know,” You answered, confusion filtering into your gaze. Mark's words did confuse you. Mark wasn’t like the other men who frequented the club. He kept overly respectful with his touches and looks—far beyond him just being ‘nervous.’
He was hard. Aching and trembling beneath you from the force of holding himself back. His strong jaw, muscled arms, and full lips. God, you had half a mind to tell him to let go, to let out all that frustration on you.
It had been a long time since you’d been with someone worthwhile. And Mark, whoever he was, seemed very worthwhile.
Unlike you, of course. You usually didn’t make stupid mistakes like this, but here you were, deciding if it was smart to let Mark touch your tits.
You were already giving him a free dance, wet in his lap like some newbie stripper.
Suddenly, his hands shot to your bare hips, his thumbs brushing under the swells of your breasts. You gasped, stilling.
“Don’t stop,” Mark ordered gently, beginning to move your hips for you over the ridge of his cock. You swallowed a moan, eyes wide, letting Mark manipulate your movements.
“I can feel how wet you are for me.”
Your eyes fluttered shut as his words landed in your core, twisting deliciously with heat. His hand trailed down your front, brushing over your stomach, his thumb hooking into the crotch of your lingerie.
You gulped, heart jumping as he tore the material like it was tissue.
“Mark—“ You began, but he was already moving, lifting you with one hand, while the other was unbuckling his pants. What was he...?
You barely got a glance of his aching, leaking, monster of a cock before you were thrust down upon it. A great breath was cleaved from your chest, swallowed by the loud music. Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head as he filled you to the hilt, the stretch burning and glorious within you.
“Oh G-God,” You moaned, falling forward into his chest. “You… You can’t be—They can’t see you touch me.”
Mark chuckled, lips brushing against your ear.
“Are you telling me to stop?”
The silence from you was deafening. Mark’s grin only grew wider.
“Then don’t get me caught.”
You swallowed your whimpers as he began to force you up and down his cock, hard and brutal and incredible.
Moving you on him like you weighed nothing, whispering dirty, sinful things through his thick lips.
Pretty girl, perfect pussy sucking me in.
wanna bend your body over this chair, have you scream for me.
You can't stay quiet, i'll stuff my fingers in your mouth, dirty girl.
Mark called your name, distant and low. You groaned, eyes rolling back as pleasure rolled through you. And then he called again, confusion thick in his tone. You blinked, and reality hit you like a ton of bricks. You found yourself still atop Mark, but he was not sheathed inside of you. Only under you, hands still gripping the arms. His eyes sparkled, though, as if he knew just what exactly was going on in your mind.
Uh... What?
Another voice, gruff from smoking, called out from a few stalls down.
“Kitty! You’re on stage in five minutes!”
You swallowed slowly, your breathing returning to normal, your pulse slowing.
“Right,” You called out without turning. “Thank you, Kevin.”
You turned back slowly, tying the top strands of your top back behind your head. Releasing a shaky breath, you re-met Mark’s gaze.
“You have to go?”
“I do,” You lamented, relaxing atop his thighs. “I still have half a shift to work.”
“And after?”
Your ears perked, head cocking to the side at his silent offer.
“I don’t have much going on,” You grinned, climbing off of Mark, eyes catching on the tent in his pants… And the dark stain atop it. From you. You only grinned. “I get off at two.”
“Two,” Mark affirmed, hoping he didn’t look like a total fool as you danced away. And then, as you disappeared, he completely collapsed against the chair, heart roaring in his ears. What little confidence he’d had had left him as swiftly as you had, leaving him trembling.
Women. They were exhilarating and terrifying.
Especially as he’d witnessed you go hazy, with whatever wicked vision you were creating in your mind, your arousal beginning to seep through his trousers.
Trusting his legs to bear his weight, he pushed himself to his feet, Kevin—whomever he was—ushering him back into the audience. Mark slithered and swerved back through the audience of questionable men until fiery red hair came into view.
“There you are!” Rex bellowed over the music, grin as wide as the Grand Canyon. He was alone this time, nursing a beer. “What trouble did you get yourself into?”
Mark waved him off, sliding into the booth across from him.
“Too much,” Mark snorted, eyes dashing to the stage as the same name flashed across the screen. Mark felt the heat rise within him as you pranced across the stage, eyes finding him instantly. “And not enough.”
so, since you mentioned chastity cages, i've lately been thinking about how bullying combined with chastity would be like...
Bully who's decided the usual wedgies, swirlies, etc. are no longer enough, so one day they corner me in a locker room, force me to strip, then pin me down and force a chastity cage onto me.
Laughing hysterically as I try to take it off while crying and pleading with them. Whining about how tight it is, and how it's too humiliating.
Now that they've forced me into being a caged loser, they have even more ways to bully me. They start making fun of me for being a caged virgin, saying the vicious wedgies they give me are the closest I'll ever get to sex.
They'd force me to do humiliating things, threatening to throw away the key if I don't comply.
They'd sometimes pull both my pants and panties down so they can expose my little cage to everyone.
- Taunting you by saying they’ll let you free if you just do this one utterly humiliating thing… and then laughing at you when you ask to be freed after. Then they’ll give you another task to earn your freedom and you’ll do it because - what else are you going to do?
- Kicking and slapping around your cage and laughing as you cry.
- Putting the key down their trousers and making you feel around for it - only for you to try to free yourself and realise it’s not the right one.
- Making you hump your cage against things for their pleasure.
- Making you wear tight underwear so you’re always aware of it. Any complaints about that means you get stripped naked.
What I find strange is that The UK is able to bring down a former Prince and a ranking politician but America is undable to bring down a mentally unstable crook who THINKS that he is a king!
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