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Matching Lap Dances ~Stripper!Alucard x Fem!Reader~

You hummed as you browsed your boyfriends bookcase. He just sat on the couch pretending to look for something on Tv. He really had something on his mind that he had been trying to tell you for the past couple weeks. He bit his lip, finally turning off the tv and just blurting out what was on his mind.

“Y/N, I want to give you a lap dance.”

“I’m sorry what?” You said, dropping the book that you just picked up. “…. can… I’m- did you really just say that?”

“Yes,” He said seriously. A little more confident and blasé about the topic now. “I want to give you a lap dance.”

“…..This is only the 3rd weirdest thing you’ve ever randomly said to me.”

“Y/n we’ve been dating for a few months now,” he started, rolling the remote in his hands. “And because of my… line of work… I’ve given many ladies and some men lap dances… you’ve always been so supportive And I just…. you deserve anything I can give you.”

“Oh, Adrien,” you giggled, striding over to the couch and kissing his cheek. He looked a little embarrassed, scooping you up and forcing you to sit on his lap. “I appreciate the gesture, but you don’t have to give me a free show-“

“I want to,” he whined, nuzzling into your neck. “I love you and… well, you won’t let me please you any other way.”

“I’m not ready for se-“

“I know and I’m fine with that… I just… I feel like I’m cheating on you every day just because I give so many other women more attention than you.. I want to give you something.”

“You gave me a lap dance before-“

“That was at Syphas bachelorette party. I was working. Now we’re together and I want to give you more.”

“Well-“

“Please? it would make me feel so much better.”

“Only if you let me return the favor.” His jaw just dropped and for a moment he was unable to comprehend that. You. You were his precious little angel. He had never even seen you in anything revealing and you just offered him a lap dance.

“Oh..” That’s all he could say. He was a lot more nervous than he thought he would be. “D-Do you…” he suddenly started the laugh, giving you a very skeptical look. “Have you ever done this before?”

“… well… no?” He cracked up at your answer, his laughter making your face heat up. You hit his chest to try and shut him up but he kept laughing. “Stop laughing! I know I’m not a professional like you but you could at least be nice-“

“God, this is going to be adorable.” He cooed, pinching your cheeks. “Alright, it’s a deal.”

——-

“Oh god,” Sypha said biting her lip. “You did not offer your boyfriend, a professional exotic dancer, a lap dance.”

“…. yeah..” you said, laying on your bed and regretting earlier today. You just had to call Sypha when you got home. “I told him after work today we could do this.”

“Oh Y/n – Trevor stop laughing I’m on the phone! She can hear you!”

“Actually I couldn’t but good to know Trevor’s still an asshole.” You said dryly. “Ugh Sypha am I fucked?”

“No, being fucked would be better than being humiliated.”

“Why did I do this?” You whined , kicking your feet on your bed. You now could actually hear Trevor laughing a little in the background. Sypha sighed, going to a different room, you could hear her close a door behind her.

“Y/n, I’m coming over.”

“To read me my last rites?”

“No, We’re going to look up some videos and we’re going to learn to give a lap dance.”

“Wait are you serious ?” You sat up in bed, a lot better at the prospect of learning with Sypha.

“Y/n, you’re my best friend and I’m not going to let this be one of those stories that your boyfriend can hang over your head or use as leverage against you.”

“….. does Trevor blackmail you with embarrassing stuff?”

“All the time.” She said flatly, “Which is why I’m going to help you. I can’t promise you’ll be as good as Adrien when we’re done but you’ll at least not embarrass yourself!”

———

When Sypha arrived you brought some music up on your laptop, scanning through the options and getting more nervous with every passing second. Sypha was scrolling on her phone at tips and tricks.

“Alright, it says here that slowly circling your partner will help highten anticipation.”

“ Not comfortable with this-“

“You can lower yourself onto your partners lap as close as possible without sitting down, and roll your hips in a seductive manner-“

“Really not comfortable with this-“

“ Slowly removing clothing is optional-“

“Very uncomfortable with this.”

“Oh, Y/n, Relax. We can do this. I would have let you practice on Trevor but he would be a jerk about it. So you can practice on me.” She took a single chair from your kitchen and put it in an open space. She clapped triumphantly and turned to you. “Alright, to your room. Let’s find you something sexy to wear!”

———

“Okay, So, this feels very um- weird.”

“No no that’s good!” Sypha praised, “just roll your hips towards mine now-“

“HOW DOES ADRIEN DO THIS EVERYDAY?!” Sypha just smiled. Through your own skittish nature you were actually managing.

“Don’t be so obsessed with being at his level. Just do well enough to surprise him. Alright now the stripping part- or were you not going to do that?”

“Oh… um..” you shuffled nervously. “I don’t know if he expects me to…”

“He danced for you at my bachelorette party, right?” Sypha started, “did he strip?”

“God yes.” You said dreamily, putting a hand to your heart. You snapped out of it, coughing nervously. “A-anyway, how do people strip and dance at the same time? It looks impossible.”

“You’ve got this. Come on, let’s get some lunch and then we’ll pick up afterwards.”

———-

You and Sypha had a fun afternoon but more and more after lunch you began to feel heavy. Sypha grew concerned but you insisted it was fine.

“Adrien should be on his way over, it’s almost 8.”

“If your stomach is hurting you I suggest letting him know.” Sypha warned. “I’d hate for you to hurt yourself”.

“Sypha I got this.” You assured her, ignoring the rumbling in your gut. “Don’t worry.”

“Well text me and let me know how it went.” She said, giving you a hug and patting your back. “I hope it goes well.”

When she left you just leaned against your door. Any minute now Adrien would be here and being fresh off work he’d probably be tired. You’d have to give your lap dance first. You started to regret getting lunch with Sypha. You were about to stop leaning on the door when a knock rattled against your back. You quickly turned around and opened the door, Adrien surprise that you answered so quickly. He smiled, leaning down to give you a peck on the lips.

“Adrien, you’re early.”

“Actually I’m late but I’m glad you didn’t notice.” He corrected you, running a hand through his hair. “Sorry by the way, I got caught up on the phone with my father.”

“It’s fine,” you started, noticing the glisten on his forehead. “Long day at work?”

“Busy day at the club and 3 parties.” He said with a sigh, “I’ll admit, I’m a little tired.”

“Well,” you said sweetly, taking his hand and guiding him to the couch. You pushed him and forced him to sit down, a surprising move but he loved it. “Why don’t you have a seat and relax?”

“Oh?” He started, licking his lips slowly. “And how do you plan on helping me relax?” You shuddered at his suggestive tone, trying hard and failing to remain in control. He took note of your nervousness and smiled. “So… where’s your music?”

“My- oh!” You panicked, heading to get your laptop. You ran to grab it, forgetting that you put it in your room. He waited patiently, still smiling widely. When you put it down and brought up your song, the slow and sultry sounds steadily building up. He let out a little hum of approval. You took in a deep breath, strutting to him and hovering over his as he leaned back.

That flirty switch in your walk already had him wanting more and the way they began to sway was making the room a little hot. You were confident, tracing your hands up your body and giving him a look that made him dig his nails into the arm of the couch. Then the music stopped. You gasped turning around and seeing a flashing battery on the screen of your laptop. Adrien smiled, keeping his mouth shut tightly.

“Umm..”

“Forgot to charge your laptop?” He struggled to ask, not wanting to laugh. You felt your confidence slowly drain and you just looked around nervously. The whole situation became overwhelming.

“That’s alright,” He started, a little more composed. “ just do it without music.”

“.. without music?” You repeated. He nodded, still smiling up at you. The awkward pause made it difficult for you to start over. All your movements felt robotic and undirected. Your nervousness bubbling in your stomach. Alucard just kept smiling, struggling to keep it without giggling. He could tell and it was making you a little upset. You tried not to look at him and your little dance began to slow to a stop. He just kept smiling.

“Why’d you stop?” He fought back a chuckle, biting his own lip. This chipped away at your remaining confidence and you just stopped, folding your arms. He was amused by your pouting and you felt your eyes welling a little. You went to your laptop, leaning over it and praying it would turn on for just a couple minutes. Leaning over it proved to be a mistake, a loud rip escaping your butt and making you stand upright immediately.

That did it. Alucard finally broke out a laugh. Running his hand over his face and trying to compose himself. Deep breaths only seemed to make it worse as he could t stop himself now. But something did stop his laughter. He heard a sniffle and everything just fucking halted. He gasped , getting up and trying to pull you into a hug. You tried to push away from him but he forced you into a hug.

“Get away from me-“

“Y/n, I’m sorry I-“

“Let me go!” You screamed, pushing away from him. He felt his heart crack and he struggled to keep a grip on you. “Get out!”

“Y/n, I didn’t mean to-“

“Leave me alone.” You stopped struggling, just falling against him and crying into his chest. He looked down at the top of your head, his heart weighing heavily on him. “I’m sorry I’m not perfect like you okay?” You said, slightly muffled by his shirt. He sighed, picking you up and taking you to the couch. He sat you in his lap, resting your head on his shoulder and resting his forehead against yours. Your eyes were red, overflowing and trying not to meet his eyes.

“I didn’t mean to upset you…” he started. “You were just so cute-“

“I didn’t want to be cute.” You complained, your voice cracking slightly. “I wanted to be sexy. I want to be… attractive for you.” He held you tighter, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. “You’re handsome, you’re charming, you can be adorable one minute and then a sex symbol the next… I can’t be any of that. I don’t know how. I don’t deserve to be with someone like you…”

“…. Y/n…” He didn’t know what to say. He had never seen any kind of indication that you thought you weren’t good enough for him. He suddenly smiled, running his fingers through your hair. “ Did I ever tell you about the first lap dance I ever gave?” You didn’t speak, just snuggling against him and a few tears still finding their way out. “I wore the wrong pants, you see, so when I tried to tear them away I just made myself fall over. Knocked my head on the floor.” He looked down, noticing you had stopped crying but you were still looking away from him. “There was another time I fucked up cause my dirty talk was shit back then. You have no idea how many times I would stumble over my words. I once used the ‘right to remain silent’ line and completely forgot I was supposed to be a fireman.” He chuckled, his cheeks a little red to reveal his fails. “I’m not perfect. I have fucked up literally hundreds of times.”

“You’re still too good for me-“

“I think we’re perfect for each other.” He said, cradling you and nuzzling his nose against yours. “You’re everything I could ever want. I love you and I’m sorry if I’ve ever done anything to make you feel like you weren’t enough.”

“I love you, too, Adrien.” You said softly, the man immediately kissing your abused little cheeks.

“Now, I need to make this up to you. Why don’t we forget the dancing and just skip to the cuddling and eating junk food. Would you like that?”

“…..maybe.” He laughed, picking you up and carrying you to your room.

“Come on, let’s spend some time together. Just me and my perfect little angel.”

-Mod Alucard