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kyle ‘gaz’ garrick x fem!stripper!reader

summary; Gaz and Price take a detour to the strip club to get some information out of a woman who’s known to be associated with a malicious gang. they get more than they bargained for.

warnings; smut, cursing, unprotected sex (pull out method), grinding, pussy-slapping (literally like one), edging, implied threesome, not proofread because I just physically can’t

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gaz looks around the red and pink lit strip club in bewilderment, “you sure this is the place Laswell was talking about? Or is this what you meant as a ‘small break?” he asks, looking at his captain with a smirk.

“no, this is definitely the place. The target should be around here somewhere.” Price says gruffly, looking around the room with quick eyes.

Gaz hums as a woman on stage begins to strip out of her baby blue lingerie set, he licks his lips in anticipation.

“Oi. Focus.” Price snaps his fingers in the sergeant’s face with a groan, “head over to the bar and keep lookout for a woman by the name of y/n, you know what she looks like. I’ll see who I can get some information out of.” Before Price fully walks away, he turns and grips Gaz by the shoulder, leaning in, “find me if you get her, and make her come with you.”

with a final pat on the shoulder, price walks away, disappearing into the bubble of flashing lights.

Gaz walks over towards the bar and sits down with a sigh, giving the bartender a grin, “scotch please.”

three drinks later, and still no sign of the target, gaz has moved over to one of the cushioned chairs, watching the show with half lidded eyes.

He’s convinced that maybe somehow you had figured out their scheme and was already on your way out of the country by now.

He had half the mind to get ahold of Price and call it a night.

“Why do you look so sad on a Friday night, honey?”

Gaz turns and sees a woman around his age standing next to his chair, he recognizes your face, immediately straightening his posture, “I’m not sad.”

He could tell you were attractive from his memory of the photo, but finally seeing you up close and personal was a different story, you were fucking sexy, exactly- no, precisely his type.

You give him a half smirk and sit on his lap sideways, “with those puppy dog eyes, it’s hard to tell.”

He nods and takes another sip of his drink, “you must be y/n? I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Good things I hope?”

He gives you a smile and nods, “of course.” everything he’d heard about you was very very far from good.

From what he knew you were apart of a gang by the name of Red Owls (cliché), a gang which had committed mass murders and laundered millions of dollars from the government. For what reason? Nobody knows, which is why he and Price are in this situation now.

“Well if you’re not sad, what’s a fine man like yourself doing here?”

Gaz clears his throat, a ball of lies rolling around in his head at lightning speed.

“I was looking for someone to cure my boredom. Looks like I’ve found that someone.”

He internally cringes at that, he absolutely sucked at flirting, and you weren’t helping his case with the look you were giving him.

You grin at him and change positions, completely straddling his lap now, “looks like you’ve found the perfect person, puppy.”

Gaz can’t stop the glare and slight flush to his face from appearing at the nickname, “my name’s Gaz.”

You only nod your head as you begin to roll your hips steadily against his crotch, feeling up his shoulders and toned arms through his sweater.

Gaz inhales a staggered breath at the new sensation, feeling himself get lost in the erotic haze, he composes himself, setting his half empty glass down on the little table next to him clumsily and grabbing your hips to halt your movements.

“How about we go somewhere a little more secluded?”

You nod and slide off of his lap, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the back of the club.

You yank him into a empty dressing room and push him up against the door, attacking his mouth with wet, sloppy kisses.

He groans into your mouth and pulls you closer to him, forcing his erection to be pressed into your stomach.

Your fingers, ever the explorers, travel down the front of his pants and palm his clothed cock, coercing him to let out those pretty moans of his.

Gaz regains control, he spins you around and lifts you up onto the nearest vanity, spreading your legs and slotting himself between them.

Rubbing your thighs, his lips trail from your mouth down to your neck, kissing and biting every crevice, being careful not to miss a spot.

His hands move upward to grab at the front of your bralette, ripping it off of you and tossing it across the room, his fingers dig into the flesh under your breasts.

He dips his head down and begins to trail wet kisses to your left breast, swirling his tongue around your nipple before drawing it into his mouth and sucking gently, rolling the other bud with his finger, giving it the equal amount of attention.

You can feel the wetness pooling in your panties, you attempt to grind your lower half into his but he moves backwards a bit.

Chuckling at your actions, Gaz slides his hand into your panties and rubs his fingers between your lips, “damn. all soaked for me, eh?”

Instead of waiting for a reply, his fingers brush over your clit, applying more pressure while drawing figure eights.

You moan into his neck, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable.

Pushing two fingers inside of your creamy hole, his palm continues to grind into your clit.

He kisses your neck once more and leans in, “tell me what you want.”

You heave a sigh, “I want you to make me cum.”

Gaz tsks, slowing his ministrations on your pussy and giving you a look of mock disappointment, “that’s not good enough. Beg.”

Now, you weren’t one to beg, but this man practically had you on the verge of tears. Frowning, you give him the best doe eyes you can muster up “please Gaz, please let me cum.” You whine and grind down into his hand.

He gives in. Smirking at you, he speeds up his fingers and the grinding of his palm on your clit. Your head falls back against the mirror and your legs shake and begin to close around his hand. He was finally gonna make you cum, and you were gonna let him.

Just as you were nearing the edge, on the brink of a toe-curling orgasm, the feeling disappears and you snap your eyes open in shock.

“No.” He says plainly, pulling his hand out of your underwear and licking his fingers, closing his eyes at the taste.

“W-what? Why?”

He opens his eyes, pupils blown, he grips your neck and pushes you against the mirror roughly, you groan at this.

“Who’s the ringleader of the Red Owls?”

Of course. How couldn’t you have known? Mr. I’ve heard a lot about you has quite literally heard a lot about you. Oh well, you were caught. Might as well play around with him before you get thrown face first into the fire.

You pout at him and reangle your leg, bringing your foot to rub at his clothed cock that is still, very much hard in his trousers.“what’s it to you?”

He growls and without breaking eye contact, raises his right hand and lands a firm slap on your puffy clit.

You gasp and jolt forward, leg falling limp to the side as you try and fail to catch your breath, shuddering pathetically.

“Is it you?”

You breathlessly laugh at this, “yeah fucking right.”

“If it’s not you, then who is it?” Gaz raises a eyebrow at you, waiting for your reply expectantly.

Eyeing him up and down, you wrap your legs around his waist and bring him closer, “you’re so hot when you’re demanding, puppy.”

Gaz rolls his eyes at you. Huffing, he shuffles a little to unbuckle his belt, pulling his pants and underwear down in a hurry, his hard cock slapping up against his stomach as he moves even closer to you, “stop changing the subject.”

Your obvious staring doesn’t go unnoticed by him. Pride swelling in his chest, “like what you see?”

“Very.”

His cock was so pretty. Veins running along the sides in an almost perfect zigzag pattern, tip flushed red and leaking in anticipation, and it was the perfect length. Whatever he could possibly be lacking in that category he damn sure made up for it in width. It made your mouth water.

Smiling to himself, he grabs your panties and tugs them down, rubbing his rough palm up and down your wet cunt, collecting your slick and stroking himself with it.

He lines his cock up with your hole, not before lifting it and slapping it on your clit a few times making you squeal and your thighs shake. He sinks into you, watching it slowly slide in with a moan.

Your mouth opens but no sound comes out as he begins to thrust in and out of you at an irregular pace, not even giving you time to adjust.

He grabs your knees, pulling them up and making them touch your chest, forcing him to dig deeper into your soaking cunt. “Oh- oh my god!-“ you mewl, weakly placing your hand on his abdomen, trying to slow his pace, even if it’s just for a little, but it’s no use.

Your eyes are crossing, and embarrassingly enough, drool is seeping out of the corner of your mouth and down your chin, a sight that has Gaz biting his lip to force the whimpers that threaten to slip out of his mouth back down his throat.

“Fuckkkk” he drawls out, leaning forward and reangling his hips to repeatedly hit your sweet spot. The coil in your belly begins to tighten, signaling your approaching orgasm. You clamp down on Gaz’ cock hard, you’re so close, so close to your sweet sweet release.

Gaz abruptly pulls out and cums on your stomach, moaning into the air as he strokes himself to make his orgasm last as long as possible.

You sob at the sight, fat tears descending down your cheeks at the loss of yet another orgasm. “Why won’t you let me cum?” You whine, eyes glistening. Guess who looks like a sad puppy now?

Gaz cocks his head at you, grabbing your cheeks roughly and squishing them, “why won’t I let you cum? You still haven’t given me a name, you slag.”

You let out another weak sob at his degrading tone.

“Give me a name, and you get to cum. Simple.”

You blink away your tears. You were already caught, even if you didn’t give him a name he and whoever else he was working with would still find out who was in charge, anyways.

“Aaron..” you mumble quietly.

Gaz taps your cheek, “I didn’t quite catch that. Speak up.”

“His name is Aaron Carter, but everyone just calls him Strix.”

Gaz nods his head in approval, “that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” Before you can think of a reply, he easily pulls you towards him and turns you on your side; lifting your leg up and fucking into you with deep,

calculated thrusts.

The new position made him press up against your cervix. You cried out, gripping onto the vanity for some bit of leverage as he kept fucking into you.

His moans became slightly high pitched, his jaw tensing as he watched your tits bounce from his powerful thrusts. His hips continued their assault as one of his hands moved down to your cunt, pressing against your clit and rubbing it vigorously.

You instantly clamped down on his cock, relishing in the hiss he lets out at the sudden wave of pleasure. The overstimulation was driving him wild, and he was sure he was going to cum again.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire, and yet you couldn’t stop shivering. “Please.” You weren’t even sure what you were begging for, just that you needed something, anything, to finally push you over the edge.

“Shit.” Gaz’ voice was wobbly, a thin layer of sweat dripping down his brow, his thrusts somehow getting even faster.

Your walls began to flutter around him. He leaned his body over yours, pressing his lips to yours in a desperate kiss that was all tongue and teeth. His lips muffled your sobs of pleasure as you came hard.

He followed close behind you, pulling out just in time to cum on your pussy, covering you in his warm semen. Rubbing up against you a few more times, he breaks the kiss and leans back to admire his work.

The both of you jump slightly at a voice near the doorway.

“When I said make her come with you, this isn’t what I meant Gaz.” Price says, leaning against the door with a shit-eating grin on his face.

Gaz chuckles nervously and rubs the back of his neck, “how much of that did you see?”

“Enough.”

Price walks into the room, shutting and locking the door behind him. “How about I join the party?” He asks, glancing at you and beginning to unbuckle his pants.

What the hell did you just get yourself into?

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