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Private Dances 7
Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info • series masterlist
Summary: Blue comes to find you when he's in a bad mood.
A/N: A huge thank you to the epic @lonelyisamyw-0love for tipping my ko-fi, this series is especially for them💚
Warnings: Smacking (in the face - Blue receiving), p in v sex, cream pie, oral sex (f!receiving) Blue crying, reader says Blue's crying turns them on, small argument - but like it's a scene, overuse of italics, there's some power dynamics in here because reader is a dancer (but like Blue is so lovesick), not beta read, swearing, please let me know if I've missed a warning.
There are 5 main ‘stars’ in the club: Peach, Trixie, Songbird, Sweetie Pie, and Crystal. Crystal is usually the favourite but is currently in Blue’s bad books for reasons unknown to the reader. Reader is a backup dancer that Blue has nicknamed Lion.
Word Count: 3100
Blue’s in a foul mood. Worse than foul.
The tension in the air is heavy, spiked with electricity like the moment before a lightning strike.
You’re helping Penny and Swan with the A Quarter stock check when you hear it: Blue’s yell. It’s harsh and sharp, cutting through the air like shattered glass despite how low the sound is. Anger radiates through the walls, his tone clear and precise even though the words and their meaning are muffled and lost.
Penny and Swan jump at the first shout, poor Swan nearly dropping the items in her hands. Her fingers shake as he tries to compose herself. She’s fairly new and has never been under Blue’s direct warpath, but she’s heard enough stories to develop a healthy apprehension.
Penny gives you a nervous glance, “That sounds bad.”
You nod.
“You…” Penny swallows, her eyes downcast.
You know what she wants to ask. Can sense it. It’s almost like her words are echoing in your head, running along your synapses. It’s the same thing nearly everyone wants to ask, though no one has dared to yet.
“Blue…” Penny tries again, breathing in as she searches for the right words.
“You’re one of his favourites, right?” Swan blurts out. It’s funny almost, the bluntness of her words. But her eyes are wide and honest, and there’s a shine of fear in them that robs you of all humour.
Penny tuts before you can answer, swatting Swan on her forearm. “You don’t just say that.”
But why? You want to ask. Why is there this unspokenness to some things? No one had ever told you not to question, but it was ingrained anyway.
“It’s alright.” You say and give them both a small smile. “It’s fine.”
Swan rubs her arm and Penny looks relieved.
“I know some of the… others,” Peach, Trixie, Songbird, Sweetie Pie, and Crystal, “aren’t too… they don’t like being asked.”
But that wasn’t quite right; some of them didn’t mind either, some of them freely gave information when it wasn’t too much to talk about. Crystal was the only one where asking a question was like a flip of a coin. You never knew if you were going to get an answer, a vicious comment, or your eyes clawed out.
Some twisted hierarchy.
You shake your head. “It’s fine.” You repeat.
“What’s he like?” Swan asks, a morbid curiosity in her voice.
All you can think about is the scars on his skin, how soft his eyes look when you press against his windpipe, the quiet, wanton moans that pass his lips when you squeeze.
You shrug, trying to find substantial words. “He’s…”
“A fucking monster.” Penny shakes her head at Swan. “Why are you asking Lion stuff like that? You know what he’s like.”
Swan frowns, “Hey, I didn’t mean-”
“It doesn’t matter.” Penny folds her arms. “It’s-”
The door flies open, smacking into the wall with a crack.
Penny jumps while Swan lets out a little cry of surprise.
You turn instinctively, your mind racing.
Blue storms into the room, a deep scowl etched into his face like a scar. His gaze first falls on Swan and she takes a sharp, shaky step backwards her eyes downcast.
Without thinking, you take a step forward and Blue turns at the sound. His glare softens when he sees you, but barely. He doesn’t steak, just grabs your bicep and pulls you from the room. You stumble, his firm grip keeping you upright as he practically marches you to his office.
The door is barely open before he drags you inside and spins you around to face him.
You stay quiet, but fix him with a hard stare.
He breathes heavily, his shoulders relaxing. He’s the one that blinks first, his eyelashes fluttering and then looking down as his grip on your arm relaxes.
“What?” You ask simply, your voice firm but quiet.
He shakes his head.
You place your hand on his cheek and tilt his head upwards. “Blue?”
“I’m sorry.” He mutters, his blinking heavily. “I… I should have…”
You let him stumble over his words.
“I… that was impolite… of me.”
“What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head again, but this time the action is not dismissive. You can see the cogs wiring in his mind as he tries to regulate his emotions.
Softly, you rub your thumb against his cheek and he leans into the soothing motion. His breathing slows, his jaw loosens as he closes his eyes.
“The conversation with Gerald,” one of Blue’s lawyers, “about regulations… building permits.”
Ah. This was to do with Blue’s planned expansion of the club.
“It didn’t,” he breathes deeply as he leans further into your touch. “I became… upset. I wanted…” He pauses again, opening his eyes to stare intently at you. “I needed to see you.”
“There are better ways of getting my attention, aren’t there?”
His nose wrinkles in displeasure. “Why were you even out there anyway?”
You go to drop your hand from his face but he grabs your wrist, squeezing slightly as he keeps you firmly against him.
Rage sparks under your skin. “You want me to stay locked up in your rooms all day and night?” You hiss.
Your conversation with him the night before echoed in your ears. ‘You don’t have to do anything Lion, just stay here.’ Even though he hadn’t intended it to sound like a prison sentence, the idea still chilled you. Isolated from everyone but him. What happened if he just woke up one day and decided to throw you away? What happened when he did?
“Is that such a curse?” He growls, his eyes dark.
Something in you snaps, the smallest thread of self-control splinters in your temple. You twist your hand, moving so that your fingers dig into one cheek, while your thumb presses against the other. You squeeze, tilting his head back. Feeling the indent of his teeth under your fingertips.
Blue lets out a little gasp of surprise, his head falling back under the force of your grip.
“Lion,” he lets out, broken and weak.
You step closer. “What kind of fucking behaviour is this?” You whisper, letting your anger burn along your words. “I know we spoke about your reputation.” You sneer. “How it’s best for you to be perceived by others. But don’t you dare take that tone with me-”
“I’m sorry!” He sobs, his voice thick, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
You shake him slightly, a jolt that has him whimpering.
“Never interrupt me.”
His shoulders shake as he tries to fight down the wave of sobs that threaten to wreck his very core.
You watch him with hard eyes.
“Lion?” He whines. “Please, I’m so sorry-”
“I thought we were past this.”
He breathes in shakily, tears spilling out and over his cheeks. “I didn’t mean, I’m so sorry, I shouldn't have been rude to you, I shouldn’t-” He bursts into full-blown tears, practical hysterics. Something that you haven’t seen from him before.
You loosen your grip, wrapping your arms around him quickly and pulling him closer. “Shhh,” you rub his back, cradling his head as you soothe him. “Shhh, it’s alright.”
“I didn’t,” he hiccups, trying to get air into his lungs and failing, “I didn’t mean to, didn’t mean to upset you. Disappoint you, I, I, I-”
You kiss his temple, gently leading him to the sofa, which is easier said than done while still holding him and his face pressed into your neck.
As you sit down you take his cheeks in your hands, stroking his skin with your thumbs and smearing his tears. You kiss his nose and he smiles weakly while still crying.
“Usually when I grab your face like that you get a boner.” You give him a soft look.
He laughs once and nods, trying to calm himself down.
“And we end up with your face between my thighs.” You keep your voice gentle and he swallows, nodding again. “Blue…”
He looks up at you, his eyes red. “I’m so sorry, Lion.”
You shake your head, about to tell him not to be when he puts his hands on your wrists. The touch is light this time as he lightly strokes your skin. “I was… I thought that was going to happen.” He says quietly. “I intended it to… To be our usual game.” He looks up at you a little nervously when he says ‘game’ and relaxes when you give him a warm smile.
“Don’t be sorry.” You soothe.
“I just… suddenly it felt…” He absentmindedly touches under his left collarbone, rubbing the thick, deep scar that you knew resided there.
“It’s alright.”
He nods. “Thank you.”
Still cradling his cheeks, you kiss his temple, and then under his eyes, tasting the salt of his shed tears.
He nuzzles into you, kissing your neck and chest over your clothes. You let him, kissing the top of his head and stroking his back.
He moves lower slowly, pressing his lips to your thigh.
“Blue,” you say softly, coaxing his face up so you can see him fully. “You don’t have to.” You don’t want him to think he has to perform, has to be constantly… oh.
He gazes at you with heavily lidded eyes, his erection straining against his trousers. So much so you were sure he was going to pop a button.
Lightly you trace along the edge of it with your fingernail and he groans, his eyelashes fluttering and still wet with tears as he smiles.
“I’d like you too…” He swallows, already starting to feel like he’s floating. “I’d like you to ride me and…” he bites his lip, shivering. “I’d like you to smack me.”
“Smack you?” You say, thinking back to when you had him across your lap.
“Hmm,” he sighs dreamily, “here.” He touches his cheek.
You’re not sure if this is such a good idea, especially after his sudden tears. “Blue-”
“Please Lion,” he bats his eyes and bites his lip. “Just sit on me, you don’t even have to move. Just keep,” he inches closer, almost swaying, like a predator about to pounce, “hitting me and let me come and I’ll clean up all my mess afterwards.” He rubs his nose against yours, slipping his tongue past your lips and kissing you desperately, drinking down your moan like a glutton.
You wish it wasn’t so easy for him to coax you out of your clothes, for him to strip you bare while you were so distracted with his kiss. But there was a reason Blue was so used to getting his own way: he was undeniably persuasive.
He has his suit jacket off, the top few buttons of his dress shirt undone and his tie loosened when he pulls you into his lap. He keeps kissing you, keeps running his hands up and down your skin and leaving goosebumps in his wake.
Blue groans into your mouth as he squeezes the outside of your thighs before he hastily unbuckles his belt and unzips his fly. He pulls his aching cock out in a hurry, almost rough with himself, a vast difference to how slowly and reverently he had undressed you.
He squeezes the thick base with one hand, pulling his lips away from yours long enough to groan, “Hmm, Lion, please, can you- ah!” His gasp is sweet and pools heat in your belly as you take him in hand and guide him between your folds.
He lets you take control immediately, gasping as you glide his leaking tip through the wetness between your legs before you press him to your clit.
He moans deeply, his eyes blown wide. “Lion,” He swallows, his throat bobbing, “God, you’re so wet, does seeing me cry turn you on?” There’s the smallest grin on his lips, and even though you know it is just a tease, you can’t help yourself.
You squeeze the base of his cock a little hard and his eyes roll back. He lets out a harsh groan as he squirms. You know, for most, the action would be painful.
“God Lion, please, you’ll make me come before I’m even inside.” He whimpers, his voice strained. He presses his head back against the sofa, trying to gain some control over himself, and grabs hold of your hips, squeezing his fingers into your sides.
You chuckle and slowly press his fat tip to your entrance. There’s the smallest resistance before he breaches.
Blue swears, his eyes rolling back. His neck taut and exposed to you as he leans back.
You spread your knees a little wider as you ease yourself down onto him. “It does, by the way.”
“Hmm?” He looks up at you with hazy eyes, already drunk on the feel of you.
“Seeing you cry turns me on.”
“Fuck.” He tenses, the base of his cock pulsing. It takes all his will in the world to not come there and then.
You smile, stroking his hair as you sink further down. “That desperate for me?”
He nods rapidly. “Yes, Lion, yes, so desperate.” He moans loudly as your thighs meet his, finally swallowing him to the hilt. “Thank you, thank you.” He whispers, blinking hard.
“Are you sure you want me to hit you here?” You trace a heart over his left cheek with the tip of your finger and he nods.
“Please.”
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I will, I promise.” He looks up at you, staring like you were the one who placed the stars into the sky. “I trust you, Lion.”
You kiss him softly before you sit up fully. Blue hisses at the change of angle, his cock twitching as it rubbed against your walls.
“Ready?”
He manages to nod once before your palm collides with his cheek. The sound is sharp. It echoes like a bell ringing loudly in your ears. Blue’s face snaps to the side at impact, your hand tingles with the force.
But his deep gasp and moan quickly alleviates any worry you had.
He turns back to face you, his cheek already growing red. “Again.”
You smack him. Harder this time.
He turns quickly. “Again.”
Smack.
“Again.”
Smack.
“Agai-”
Smack.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
Blue wimpers, his body singing as the pain mixes dizzyingly in his veins. He can taste iron in his mouth. But it doesn’t stop him from turning back to face you.
Smack.
He gasps, groaning as his hips buck once, his back arching. Pleasure rushes over him, pulling him deliciously high before dragging him down, down, down into dark, sweet depths. He spurts inside you, warm and copious, filling you to the brim and trickling down his balls.
He squeezes you as he comes, shuddering and shivering until he blinks heavily.
You’re holding him close and tight, and he’s never been safer than this moment. Never been more protected than in your arms.
He moves slowly and you loosen your grip so he can look up at you, dazed and happy.
He doesn’t like how your eyes widen when you look at him.
“Blue,” you swallow. There’s red in his teeth. You go to touch his lip and stop yourself.
“Oh,” he runs his tongue over his incisors, and chuckles. “Just a small cut.” He pokes out his bottom lip to show you, he’s right. It is a small thing. “I think that was from the third hit.”
“Blue-”
“It was so good, Lion. Please,” he strokes your cheek. “Don’t worry. I would have stopped you if it wasn’t, I promised didn’t I?”
You nod, still a little uncertain. Your worry distracts you momentarily, and Blue leans up quickly to kiss you. He licks into your mouth, groaning as his blood hits your tongue.
You take a sharp intake of breath, but you don’t pull away. You kiss him back harshly, lightly nipping at his lip and squeezing his shoulders when he moans.
Gently, he coaxes you around so that he can lay you back against the sofa, with the armrest behind your head.
He hisses as he pulls out, part of him already lamenting being away from you, but the sight of his spend dripping out of you makes him groan.
“Oh, yes Lion,” he presses at your thighs, spreading you wider. “A feast.”
You gasp as he dives to your core, dragging his warm tongue slowly through your folds in one long lick. He watches you intently as he runs over your clit, ending with a flick before he starts the whole process over again.
You jump, squirm, thrusting closer to his mouth and groaning when he uses one hand to press against your soft stomach, keeping you in place as he continues his languid torture.
He refuses to go faster, to even sink his tongue in deeper, no matter how much you beg and pull at his hair. Always keeping up that same firm pressure and drawn out pace that is starting to make you lose your grip on reality.
“Blue,” you plead, wriggle, your clit throbbing as he makes another slow trek through your pussy before his tongue can soothe the ache in your bundle of nerves.
But even as he reaches that part you need his touch so desperately, it isn’t nearly long enough. You buck, trying to get just a little tiny bit more of that pressure, but it’s fruitless.
“Blue,” you moan again, your tights shaking. Your stomach is pulled so tight you think you might explode, that heavy throb is painful. Maddening.
He starts up again, groaning as he licks and, “Fuck,” you shiver, shake as he just drags over your clit, even slower than before, pushing firmer and, and-
You scream, your muscles tensing and spasming as pleasure explodes along your nerves, runs along your veins and overtakes your very being.
You shiver in his arms as he swirls his tongue over your bundle of nerves again and again, watching you with lust blown eyes as he prolongs your pleasure for as long as he can.
You sob, shaking with aftershocks as, finally, you start to recover.
Blue places a light kiss to your core, then belly, before he moves up and settles back between your legs. He’s smiling as he strokes your cheek, looking the most content you’ve ever seen him.
Lightly you trace his moustache, it’s soaking with his spit and your come.
Sweat cools on your skin, and you notice the state of his shirt. “You’re going to need to change.” You tease and he laughs.
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Private Dances 6
Club!Blue Jones x F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? • ko-fi • request info • series masterlist • Kinktober 2024 Masterlist • Day 19: Masturbation
A/N: A huge thank you to the epic @lonelyisamyw-0love for tipping my ko-fi, this series is especially for them💚
Warnings: Masturbation, spanking (blue receiving), asshole spanking, overuse of italics, there's some power dynamics in here because reader is a dancer (but like Blue is so lovesick), not beta read, swearing, please let me know if I've missed a warning.
There are 5 main ‘stars’ in the club: Peach, Trixie, Songbird, Sweetie Pie, and Crystal. Crystal is usually the favourite but is currently in Blue’s bad books for reasons unknown to the reader. Reader is a backup dancer that Blue has nicknamed Lion.
Word Count: 1329
Blue whines.
His eyes are closed, bottom lip red from his constant biting. His hands are tied hastily above his head with his own belt, looped around the side leg of the wooden table that is next to the sofa. Despite the tightness of the bonds, they are easy for him to slip out of if he really tried.
“Lion,” he swallows, breathing heavily. “Please.”
You grin down at him. His naked under you, his cock painfully hard and leaking onto his stomach.
You’re just as bare as he is, your thighs straddling his hips, your hand between your legs.
He groans again as you rock slowly, spreading your slick teasingly along the base of his cock while you rub your clit in slow circles.
“This is not the punishment I was expecting.” He huffs, tears of frustration in the corners of his eyes.
Your smile widens.
“This is unfair.” He pouts, but stays perfectly still and keeps his hands in the belt.
“Punishment isn’t meant to be fair.” You tease, kneeling up ever so slightly so your pussy no longer touches him.
“No, no,” he whimpers, “don’t, don’t take that away too!”
You chuckle and hold onto the back of the sofa with one hand as your thighs start to shake.
Pleasure twists and pools in your belly, spiking along your nerves. You moan loudly, unable to hold yourself back anymore.
Blue’s eyes shine, he bites at his lip again as he groans. “Yes, Lion, yes. Fuck, make yourself come.”
You arch as your orgasm hits you, flooding your veins with bliss as you spasm and work yourself through it.
Part of you is surprised when Blue doesn’t try anything while you're momentarily distracted, no cheeky moves to get his own way. He just watches you intently as you come down and settle back against him.
He’s staring up at you with love sick eyes when you look at him.
“That was wonderful, Lion.” He breathes and swallows thickly, his cock twitches, but he stays still. “Do I deserve a treat?” He asks with the softest voice.
You pause for a moment as you regard him and then stick your slick coated fingers into his mouth.
He groans, darting his tongue out eagerly and leaning up as far as he can to get them past his lips quicker.
He wriggles ever so slightly, humming and happy as he sucks and moans, eyes closed.
With your free hand, you lightly trace some of the scars that litter his torso; the burn marks near his collar bone, the slashes at his ribs.
He shivers, stilling as he opens his eyes and you slowly take your fingers out of his mouth.
“How did you get these?” You ask quietly.
He smiles, but there’s no joy there. “A long time ago.”
The scars on his ribs are thick, deep, the longest trails from just under his armpit to curve around his body and end near his navel.
Gently you lean down to kiss it and he shivers and sighs, seemingly content with your touch.
He’s still got that love sick expression when you sit back up. “I’ll tell you about it one day, Lion.”
“You don’t have to.”
That makes him smile for real this time, it’s a small movement, but possibly the most genuine you’ve ever seen.
“What if I want to?” He asks softly.
“Then I’ll listen.”
He nods, wriggling a little and bucking up, trying to get you to press closer.
“Oh, no, no, no,” you chuckle and lightly flick his left nipple.
He squirms, gasping and giggling. “What?”
“Don’t ‘what’ me.”
He grins broadly. “Come and sit on my cock.”
You shake your head. “No.”
His expression falls as he sulks.
“I’m never fucking you again.” You cross your arms over your chest.
“What?”
It takes all your composure not to laugh at the outrage in his voice. “That’s your punishment.” You shrug.
“Oh, no, no, no, Lion,” he shakes his head. “That’s simply too much. I would die.” He throws his head back dramatically and you giggle. You never did expect him to be quite as playful as he is.
From this angle, the splashes of blood up his neck are all the more clear.
“There must be another solution.” He continues, “Some agreement we can come to.”
You pause, pretending to stare off to the side to think. “Hmm, what do you suggest? What are you going to offer as a fair punishment for yourself?”
He beams at you, his eyes dark. “Let me lay on your lap and you can spank me until you think I’ve learned my lesson.”
“What if I never think you have?” You tease and lean close.
He growls softly, “You’ll just have to keep going forever then.”
You kiss his nose, pulling back when he tries to get his lips on yours.
You know he’s done this sort of thing before, you’ve heard about it plenty. How he would tie up dancers, or just get them to sit on his lap and hit them with his hand across their backside. They’d all come back and be unable to sit down comfortably for a few days. Sweetie Pie had even said that once, he had come while spanking her, reaching orgasm just from her cries.
You’d never heard of anyone spanking him though.
“Alright.”
He slips his hands free the second you agree, grinning and moving as you stand and sit back down on the sofa.
You gesture to your lap, “well?”
Blue practically jumps into your lap, squirming and wriggling so he can rub his cock all over your legs before he settles.
You don’t even give him a second to get comfortable before you smack him hard across both cheeks with the palm of your hand.
He yelps instantly, rocking forward from surprise.
“That’s for moving.” You say, your tone low and dangerous and Blue shivers.
“I’ll count them for you.” He mutters, his own voice thick.
“What?”
“How many hits, I’ll count them.” He swallows, staring straight ahead and waiting patiently.
You smack him three more times in quick succession.
“One, two, three, ugh, four!” He groans, wiggles and lifts his ass in the air ever so slightly, quietly begging for more.
“Oh, you like this?” You hit him again, a touch harder.
“Five!”
“You like this a lot.” You tut, “Not much punishment is it?”
He gasps and shakes his head rapidly.
“What,” smack, “if,” smack, “I,” smack, “get all your goons in here? Hmm?” Smack.
“Ugh, six, seven, fuck, eight, ninneee!”
Smack. “Get them to watch you,” smack, “like this?” Smack.
“Ten, eleven, ohh god, fuck, please!” He wriggles again, the air catching in his throat. “Yes, I’d let you, if that’s what you wanted, I’d do it. I’d let them all see you take me, Lion,” his voice raises in pitch dramatically at the end as you rain down a series of sharp blows that have him throwing back his head and moaning wildly.
“Please, please, please,” he mutters, breathing hard. You can feel his cock pulse, trapped tightly between his stomach and your legs.
You squeeze one cheek until he groans, marvelling in the redness of his skin. Your palm tingles a little from how hard you’ve hit him. Slowly you spread his plump ass wide, listening to his little pleas and moans for any sound of true distress. When you find none you smack him across the asshole, hard, but not as hard as your previous strikes.
He cries out loudly, his body jerking—the sharp sound dissolving from surprise into a long drawn out pleasure.
Wetness coats your tights as he comes, hot and messily. Shivering and clawing at the cushions until he goes limp, face flat against the sofa.
You stroke his back softly, about to speak.
“Lion,” he groans, drawing out the word, and moving his head ever so slightly so that he can glance up at you. “That was exquisite.”
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