hello !! congrats on 300 followerss
may i request ruggie who learns a pole dancing/strip routine as a way to “earn money” (or so he says) and he performs it for the reader as a way to tease them
the reader eventually gets fed up and bends him over, you can decide what happens next
tysm if you decide to write this, if not i understand:) i love your works
lapdance
contains: aged up chara, sub!ruggie, amab!reader, possessive!reader for the bit protective!reader after sex, lingerie, ripping clothes, lapdancing, striptease, grinding
a/n — yes.. the title is based off a song.. (lapdance by N.E.R.D) but the fic has nothing much to do with it! also hope you enjoy this anon bc 300 was like a year ago 😭
You tapped your foot on the ground as you waited for your boyfriend to walk out of the bedroom. He’d told you that he’s picked up on some new “skills” to help him earn money, and wanted to keep it a surprise from you until he could “show you them himself”. You were impatient, or more like excited as you waited for the beastman to come out with the surprise.
“Are you ready?” He called out from your shared room, and you couldn’t help but smile.
“Yes, I’m ready,” you quip in return, hearing the sound of… heels? Clacking against the floor and edging closer to you. You gulped as Ruggie entered your field of vision, almost feeling your heart stop beating in your chest as you took the sight of him in. He stood in pretty lacy heels, seemingly a matching set with his baby blue lingerie, wrapping around his lean body and freckled skin. His cockhead peeked out the filmsy fabric, and you felt your breathing hitch. He donned a translucent shawl over the whole outfit, almost angelic if not downright sinful. He looked breathtaking, seductive like never before as he let your eyes ravish him. He was blushing a bit, most probably from the intensity of your gaze as he walked up to you ever so slowly.
“Like it so much that you’re speechless?” He teased, grinning toothly as he leaned over your sitting form. You snapped out of your trance, reaching forward to place your hand on his hips. He let himself settle between your legs, still standing and looking down at you as he did so.
“Shit, Rugs, you look so good,” you could hear the badly disguised lust in your voice as you let your eyes rake down his frame yet again. “But what kind of gig is this for?”
“Well, I may or may not have learnt a strip routine,” he started, grin widening as your smile faltered slightly. He was starting to get to you. “And I want you to see it before anyone else.” Before you could come up with a protest, Ruggie took a few steps back, and you cursed yourself for wishing that he’d turn around and let you see the rest of him.
From seemingly nowhere, he whipped out his phone, sensual music spilling from the speakers as he began the routine. You could tell that he was slightly embarrassed, but your eyes physically couldn’t focus on anything else but your boyfriend, fingers teasing over the thin lace of the lingerie and letting the shawl slide off his shoulders with faux clumsiness. He took his sweet time undressing, teasing, swaying, as he inched closer to you. When he was finally in front of you, the bra was discarded, the only piece of clothing left being the lacy, almost thong-like panties settling snugly on his hipbones. You could see that he was half hard, and you wanted wanted nothing more but to suck him off until he’s shaking and crying.
Your thoughts were cut short as he began to straddle your waist, crotch hovering just above yours as he grinded circles into the air. You looked up into his eyes to see that they were twisted upwards in a smug smile. It made you snap, hands once again finding purchase in his hips to plant him against you firmly. Ruggie let out a surprised gasp before it faded to a soft moan, his cock filling with blood as you rutted against him with need.
“I guess you r-really liked it,” he stuttered slightly, voice almost getting caught in his throat as he felt you kiss and suck at his neck.
“You knew I would.” The sentence came out strained, the sensation was just not enough.
To his surprise, you picked him up with some sort of newfound strength, heading straight for the dining table as you set him down. At some point, he leaned in to kiss you and you kissed him back sloppily yet passionately. You pulled away after a minute or so, leaving him breathless and flushed.
“Turn around, baby,” you ordered gently, working on getting your pants off you while you trusted him to follow your simple instruction. He seemed to be as eager as you were, hopping off the table and facing his ass towards you almost immediately. You could finally see his short, fluffy tail, shaking in anticipation along with the rest of him. It was tucked comfortably in a hole in the fabric, and you didn’t understand how the whole thing didn’t just fall apart when he put it on.
After a short struggle, you finally pulled your cock out, groaning as it met the slightly colder air. Ruggie was silently waiting, but you could tell that he’d wanted this just as much as you. With a firm grip, you grabbed onto the panties and a loud rip echoed through the room. He gasped, and you were almost sure his dick twitched as he squirmed in his place.
“Those were new,” he murmured as you kissed his shoulders.
“I’ll buy you new ones,” you hummed, reaching around to tap at his lips.
“Just fuck me already,” he whined, pushing his hips back onto your cock. He was tempting you, but you reasoned with yourself.
“I would love to, baby, but I have to get you ready first,” you tapped on his lips again, and he shook his head. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking at all.
“Already did.” He almost sounded embarrassed as he let his head fall, propping himself up on his wrists and waiting for you to take a look for yourself. Practically burning a hole through his figure, you pressed a finger against his hole, watching it flutter and your finger slide in with little resistance. He was already slightly lubed up, stretched out and all ready for you to fuck this whole time.
You couldn’t take it anymore, the sight his brand new lingerie tattered and ripped on the floor, his hole all ready for you.
With haste, you pulled your finger out just to replace it with your cock, pushing in at a decent pace but making sure you weren’t hurting Ruggie (too much, at least). It ripped a whine out of him as his nails scratched against the dining table, his back arching so prettily as he cried out for you. “Really gonna show this to others, hmm?” You tutted, shifting your angle slightly so you were nailing his prostate with every thrust. He let out a broken whimper as his hand reached down to jerk at his cock furiously. “Answer me, Rugs,” you commanded, acommpanied with a flick to his sensitive ears. A desperate whimper escaped him as he shook his head.
“No! Only you!” Correct answer. He clenched around you and you could tell by his wagging tail that he was dangerously close. Reaching around, you stopped his hand, replacing it with yours as you gripped the base of his cock tightly. Ruggie let out a pitiful sound as a fist banged against the table.
“Be patient, baby,” you cooed. “Don’t you want to cum with me?” He immediately tried to get it together, nails digging into the meat of his palm as he nodded vigorously. It sounded like a promise that you’d cum in him, and he’d rather die than pass up the chance of it. He then remembered to always use his words, barely managing to croak out an “I do”. You grinned weakly, speeding up your ruthless thrusts as you chased your own orgasm.
After another few more thrusts, you let go of Ruggie’s cock, making him convulse with pleasure as he came, whining out your name. The sight alone sent you over the edge as you buried yourself inside him completely, letting your cum paint his walls as the fuzzy feeling of your climax washed over you in waves.
You two stood there for another minute or two when the shockwaves died down, both panting and recovering stamina as you tried to process what’d just happened. You carefully pulled out of Ruggie, your cum dripping out making him groan tiredly.
“Didn’t think you’d like it that much,” he joked, his usual grin coming onto his face as he turned around to look at you. You laughed a bit, caging him against the table as you pressed a soft kiss onto his lips.
“Of course I would. You’re my beautiful boyfriend,” you chided playfully, and he was almost shy at your affection, but basked in it. Then, you remembered what he’d said before, worry rising in your gut.
“Rugs?” He hummed in question. “You’re not… actually going to do this for money right?” His eyes widened by a fraction before he started laughing a bit.
“No! No! I was just teasing you, silly,” he snickered, and you couldn’t help but let out a huge sigh of relieve. “And wow, you might have to carry me to the bathroom because my legs are going to crumble the moment I try to walk.”
