private - chris sturniolo 🍒 (2024)

private - chris sturniolo 🍒

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in which chris has an unforgettable time at a strip club

chris x fem reader !

a/n: there will def be a part 2 👀

The bright red lights flashed in your eyes as you made your way out onto the stage. You strutted straight to the pole, slightly swaying your hips as you walked. As your hand gripped onto the cold, metal pole you could feel a wave of confidence surge through your body.

As the bass of the music boomed through your veins, you allowed your hands to slide down the pole. You landed in a squat position, which perfectly showed off your curves, which were barely covered by your skimpy black outfit.

The beat of the music made you grind your hips. As the song went on, you bounced your ass up and down, following along to the beat of the song. As you looked around the room, your eyes met a pair of icy blue ones staring directly into yours.

You took a good look at the guy, which you quickly recognized. He had come to the club before, but you had no clue who he was. Since he was so focused on you, you pushed yourself up and walked around the pole.

You firmly gripped the pole, twirling yourself around it. Your hands worked their way up the pole, allowing you to climb up it. About halfway up you stopped. you spread open your legs, doing a split in the air.

The man in the crowd watched the show you were putting on, not allowing his eyes to leave you for even one second. He leaned further back into his seat, pushing his hips up to get comfortable.

As the song came to an end, you wrapped your legs around the pole, twirling down. You watched as another girl came over to you, swaying her hips.

You felt hands on your hips as the next song began to play. The other stripper made her way down, ending in a squat position. You looked down at her, keeping intense eye contact. Her hips swayed side to side, causing her ass to shake.

The beat of the music took over your body, making your hips rock back and forth. Your lower body was dangerously close to her face, adding tension to the show.

You watched as she removed her hands from your hips and moved into a different position. She was now on all fours, ass arched up high in the air. You followed her lead, making your way down.

The two of you were side by side, keeping eye contact with the crowd as you arched your back, moving your ass to the music. As you moved, you searched the room for the familiar blue eyes that were on you earlier. Once your eyes locked on his, you got an idea.

As you watched him lean back in his chair, you slowly crawled your way over to him, making sure your ass was still on display. Once you were in front of him, you got on your knees, hands resting on his legs. You looked up into his eyes, which were darkly staring into yours.

You rocked your hips side to side, keeping eye contact with him. After a minute, you pushed yourself up. You leaned over him, pressing your lips to his ear, "let's go somewhere more private," you whispered. You pulled away, met with a nod of confirmation.

As you grabbed his hand, you looked back to the stage. The girl you were just dancing with shot you a wink, which you happily returned. You pulled the guy with you, taking him into one of the private rooms.

You closed the dark red curtain behind you, a wave of confidence flowing through your body. You walked over to the man, placing your hand on his shoulder. You gently pushed him onto the couch, causing him to let out a small gasp.

Music began to play from the speaker, wicked games by the Weeknd to be exact. The sight in front of you was enough to make you want to pounce on him. He was leaning against the couch, legs spread, with his lips slightly parted.

As the beat began to come in, you slowly walked over to him, almost teasingly slow. Once you were directly in front of him, you placed your hands on his knees, using them for support. You moved your hips back and forth to the music, putting on a show before the real one began.

After a minute, you stood up. Your fingers found their way to his chin, lifting it. The eye contact between the two of you was intense, almost too intense.

You decided to stop teasing and finally took a seat on his lap. Your arms looped around his neck, giving you a sense of stability. In no time, you were fully on his lap, causing heat to build up between the two of you. You lifted your hips slightly, grinding them to the beat of the music.

You watched as his body language changed. He was starting to breathe heavily and his pupils began to dilate. His eyes scanned up and down your body, landing on your chest, which was on full display. You could feel him fiddling with his hands, unsure of what to do with them. "Don’t be afraid to touch me, baby," you whispered.

His fingers fumbled their way to your waist, keeping a steady grip on you. You continued to grind your hips onto him, really getting into it. Your hands found their way into his hair, brushing through it as you moved.

A small gasp left your throat as you felt a slap on your ass. A smirk spread across his face as you looked at him. You stopped your grinding, which caused his eyebrows to knit in confusion.

What you did next was unexpected. You slowly toyed with the string of your bikini-like top. He intently watched as you untied it, letting the string fall down your skin. His eyes locked on the sight of your breasts as they fell free. The shiny, silver jewelry caught his attention, making him swallow.

"Touch them, baby," you breathed out. He wasted no time cupping them with his hands. A heat spread throughout your body at the feeling of his warm hands on you. You let out a shaky breath as you felt him gently tug on the jewelry.

As he continued to massage your breasts, you began to move your hips in a circle. You slightly moved your body up and down, almost as if you were riding him. You heard his breath hitch, which made you smirk to yourself.

The movement of your hips was enough to make him hard. The second you felt something poke your thigh, you stopped moving your hips. You slowly got off of him, letting your touch linger.

You watched as his expression fell. "F-f*ck, I’m sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything."

"I’m not done," you assured. As you stood between his legs, you let your hands find his chest. They slowly ran down his body, stopping at the top of his thighs. You turned yourself around and took a seat on his lap once more. Your hands rested on his thighs, "now touch me," you whispered.

It took him a second to register what you had just said, but once he comprehended it, he was quick to act. Goosebumps spread on your skin as his hands explored your body. His hands trailed up your thigh, stopping right before your bottoms.

He worked his hands up, firmly gripping your waist. He helped you move your hips in a circle, giving him some sort of relief. "f*ck," he muttered under his breath. Before it went too far, his hands made their way up. He gave each one of your nipples a quick squeeze, which caused a gasp to leave your lips before his hand found the back of your neck. He took a hold of your hair, wrapping it around his hands, and pulled your head back. "You’re so sexy, mama."

His voice alone made you squeeze your thighs together. However, you had to be a professional. "Yeah?" you asked teasingly. An mhm left his lips, which made you internally go insane. "I would totally f*ck you, baby, but I don't even know your name."

"Chris."

You tilted your head up, making him let go of your hair. You slowly got off of his lap. He watched as you picked up your top, confused at the abrupt stop. You quickly tied it around your neck. "Meet me after my shift, Chris. I’ll give you the real show." His lips parted as he watched you leave the room, his eyes glued to your ass.