𝔰ynopsis ♰ pierrot is frustrated with how difficult his dearest is to stalk. you’re closed off and vague when it comes to details about yourself, especially your occupation. one evening, pierrot decides to follow you to work — and is flustered when this endeavor leads him to the entrance of a strip club.
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ🎪 ྀིྀ pierrot x fem!stripper!reader
⚠︎ 𝖈ontent 𝖜arning sexual content ahead, porn with plot, stalking, biting, reader works at a strip club, size difference, oral sex (f!receiving), penetration, tummy bulge, pierrot is a little pathetic and reader is a little mean.
𝖆\𝖓 been obsessed with playing the freak circus lately so i used my lurker account just to post this idea i had for pierrot 💀 maybe i’ll write a version for harlequin too. enjoy :3
the warm september sun was blaring at the height of the clear midday sky on the day pierrot met you.
he was tasked with hanging flyers out around market street in town. he’d ignored the looks and the whispers of every passerby. it meant nothing to him.
most people didn’t do more than whisper and stare anyways. it took a lot of guts to confront a man who stood at six foot five inches, regardless of what he was wearing. but someone had just enough guts on that beautiful day.
next thing pierrot knew, his flyers were knocked from his grasp and he was on the floor, scrapes tarnishing the surface of his mask.
ever since you freaks showed up, people have been disappearing!
we don’t want you here! go back to whatever shithole you crawled out of!
he just sat there and took it. the man would tire himself out eventually, in the meantime pierrot would have to endure the insults he slung as he kicked him while he was already down.
that was when he heard it. you stood above him like a goddess personified.
that’s enough, don’t you think? he’s not even fighting back.
you hadn’t known it at the time, but your decision to stop and intervene sealed your fate.
whatever, lady! i hope they take you next! the man snarled at you, waving his hand at you aggressively as he stomped off.
pierrot watched as you let out an annoyed sigh before turning to look down at him. he admired your cool composure.
you told him to ignore the man. you helped him pick up his flyers and even offered him a band-aid! for your kindness, pierrot gifted you with a special red ticket to the circus of horrors.
your words as you departed replayed in his head all night like a broken record.
try to stay out of trouble.
and he tried. really, he did.
but when you showed up to the circus that night and watched him perform, he couldn’t stay out of trouble. he had to follow you home. had to watch through your window as you wound down from your long night of exploring the different tents. and he swooned as he watched you sleep. he had to be part of your world one way or another.
he didn’t want it to come to this.
you were making it really hard for him to stay out of trouble.
he should’ve been satisfied with the time he’d spent with you at the circus. but every time you walked away, he felt like he was no more closer to knowing every inch of your soul than he was the day you met!
so when you left the circus as the sun began to recede under the horizon, he followed you home again. and for a while. . . he just watched.
he loved watching you exist in your home, you seemed to live such a quaint and cozy life.
but that was just it. during the day time, when he'd follow you around, you didn't do much. you went for walks in the city, went to cafés and read your books — but you never actually worked.
he was so curious! you lived in such a luxurious apartment, surely the rent was astronomical for one person, he had to figure out how you were supporting yourself financially.
so he waited... and waited... and...
at 10:45 PM, he watched you slip out your front door and walk towards market street. for someone who had bells attached to him, he moved so silently that you had no idea you were being followed. you walked all the way down market street before you began to approach the more run down side of town. he tilted his head as he watched you.
why the hell is she walking alone at night on this side of town? this is bad!
his mind raced with a million different scenarios of what you were doing and where you were going.
now that he thought about it, you had a very strange schedule. you’d be awake before the sun came up, you’d do whatever you wanted during the morning, but by the afternoon you always went home and went to sleep. he thought it was so strange!
but now it made sense, you were going to sleep early because it seems like you got up to something in the quiet hours of the night. and he was going to find out what that was at last.
he followed you all the way to a small, inconspicuous building. with a medium sized line of men out the front door and a plethora of flashy neon signs outside.
gentleman’s club, the signs read. what business did his sweetheart have in a place meant for men? his heart was hammering in his chest, mostly with worry.
he paused as he watched you discreetly slip into the building through a door in the back of the building. he skipped the line and went to the back door after you, but quickly noticed a keypad next to the door. a code was needed to get through the back.
he furrowed his brows, and with a lot of reluctance circled back toward the front of the building.
he stood at the back of the line and waited silently. the other patrons noticed his presence quickly. of course, he stuck out like a sore thumb.
amidst the sea of middle aged men in shorts and tshirts and sneakers and baseball caps of dark and discrete shades, pierrot wore his circus attire. he was clad in gold and red and black and white.
yeah, he stuck out. just not in the good way.
one of the patrons snickered to his buddy, before turning to pierrot.
“rough day at the circus, huh buddy?” he teased, though it was pretty obvious the man was laughing at pierrot, not with him.
the other men standing on line laughed along with the man, but pierrot didn’t speak. he just cocked his head at them, his bells jingled softly in tandem with the movement. their laughter slowly fizzled out until they left him alone.
pierrot ignored them all and waited patiently on line. when he finally reached the front and was let it, his eyes scanned the room meticulously for you.
when you left your home, you were wearing all dark clothes. you practically blended in with the night, so when he saw that most of the people here wore similar shades of black and dark gray and blue, he sighed. it was going to be tough finding you.
though he quickly realized he was looking in the wrong crowd, because you weren’t a patron. you were on stage.
he hadn’t even considered that as a possibility. but there you were, and he’d never seen you look so stunning before. you were an angel of glitter and colors in your outfit and your stage makeup and your heels. he almost hadn’t recognized you. but he felt like he’d just fallen in love with you all over again.
the infatuation he felt was quickly replaced by something else when his eyes darted from you to your surroundings. you were on the main stage, the vibrant strobe lights blaring down on you as you whirled around on the metal pole. at your feet was a crowd of men, watching you with hungry eyes.
pierrot felt his heart sink into his stomach. the only other time he’d ever felt dread this intense was when columbina was killed.
his immediate desire was to slaughter every pair of eyes that looked upon you, to end them and tear out each eye one by one so that they would never lay their filthy gazes upon you again.
but he couldn’t do that. he wouldn’t. you told him to stay out of trouble. he needed to approach this was careful consideration to you.
so he shuffled closer to the stage, he towered over the other patrons. it wasn’t long before you saw him, you paused and nearly stumbled when you locked eyes with him. your hands deftly gripped the cold metal pole, playing it off like it was part of the dance.
the other patrons didn’t know what to look for. they were so focused on your body that they missed the way your eyes widened and your brows raised when you’d met his gaze.
only pierrot noticed. he noticed everything where you were concerned.
he didn’t want to risk embarrassing you or scaring you by acting, so for a while he just stood among the crowd and watched you.
he felt closer to you now. you were the same, you were a performer just like he was. and you were so beautiful.
the second you stepped off stage you came barreling toward him. the other patrons didn’t care about you anymore. you excited and the next girl stepped onto the main stage.
at first, he expected to be greeted with excitement from you for coming to watch you perform. but oh… the look on your face didn’t look too happy the closer you got to him.
“why are you here?” you said to him over the loud music of the club.
“you look upset, my lady. why are you upset? you look so b—“
“you shouldn’t be here. did you follow me?” you cut him off, and he looked a bit stunned.
“i did, i wanted to see where you worked. you were being so secretive about it, my lady.”
“yeah, for a reason!” you exclaimed at him, and he looked a bit hurt. he hadn’t known you would get so upset.
“come with me.” you demanded, and he looked puzzled at first, cocking his head to the side at you.
“you heard me. since you want to follow me so badly, come with me.” you said, more sternly this time, if it was even possible.
he nodded his head up and down, and you led him away from the main stage, pass the bar and the restrooms to a connected hallway with several doors.
you led him into one of the rooms and shut the door behind you. it was dark, a single dim yellow light illuminated the center of the room, leaving the corners in the shadows.
there was a decently sized loveseat in the center of the room. this was clearly a room meant for more private encounters between the dancers and the patrons.
but judging by the look on your face, pierrot knew that wasn’t why you’d dragged him back here. as much as he wished it was.
“if i wanted you to know where i worked, i would have told you.” you broke the silence. pierrot fidgeted nervously with his hands.
“i’m sorry, my lady. i didn’t mean to upset you. if i had known this would have upset you so deeply, i would have never come! it’s breaking my heart to see you so angry with me.” pierrot said, he looked like he was about to cry. and it caught you off guard even for just a second.
you said nothing at first, you stared at him with an expression that was too difficult for him to read. in one swift motion, he dropped to his knees with a small thud and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing himself against your legs.
“please, forgive me! i can’t spend another moment having you look at me like that!” he exclaimed against your abdomen where his face was burried. you clicked your tongue.
“do you honestly think i enjoy keeping secrets just for the sake of being cruel to you?” you asked. your tone wasn’t sharp anymore, but it was still cold and devoid of the usual warmth you addressed him with.
“no, my lady! no, no, no!” he exclaimed, and you could feel him nodding his head in denial against your abdomen. “you are not cruel! you have the kindest heart of anyone i’ve ever known.”
“this isn’t fair, pierrot. i would have told you about this when i was ready — you took that from me.” you tried to explain to him. you didn’t comfort him, but you didn’t push him off of you either.
“why were you afraid to tell me?” pierrot asked. “did you think i’d be upset because of the way those men looked at you? it… made me angry to see them look at you like that. but that is not your fault! i need to protect you from—“
“it’s my job, pierrot. i don’t like it either, but it’s part of the job.” you said matter-of-factly. he lifted his head up, his chin pressed against the soft part of your abdomen. his eyes were big and yellow and honestly…. a little pathetic.
“people look at me differently when i tell them i work here.” you admitted, your voice lowering a bit — like saying it any louder would make it too real. “i didn’t want you to look at me differently too.”
pierrot looked like you’d just dropped a bombshell on him with that statement. “my lady, you are the most kind hearted, beautiful soul i have ever had the privilege of meeting. this changes nothing.”
his arms tightened around you. it wasn’t possessive, but desperate. like he was trying to anchor you to him.
“it was so hard for me… to see you looking like this and have no choice but to stand there and watch you. you look so beautiful.” he went on, he was breathing a bit heavy now. his face dipped back to bury itself in your abdomen. the skin was so soft and warm. and exposed… it stirred something dark inside him.
“i don’t want you to think about anyone else out there.” he rasped, and you felt his lips start tickling your mid-section, peppering the skin with the gentlest kisses. “just your pierrot.” he said in between kisses.
you wanted to be mad at him. you wanted to push him off and storm back to work. but you couldn’t, your resolve faltered more and more with each kiss on your body.
his arms loosened their grip on your waist, until just his palms were cupping the sides of your waist. his gloved claws slowly dragged down the dip in your waist, to your hips, where he gave a light squeeze as he nipped at your skin.
you let out a soft sigh. and he flashed a sharp-toothed grin against your skin.
“see? you do want this, my lady. i know you do.” pierrot whispered hoarsely. “you don’t have to pretend. your pierrot will take such good care of you.”
“i’ll get in trouble. we’re not s’…pposed to use the private rooms like this.” you said softly. he chuckled.
“you don’t need to worry about that… anymore.” he responded as he rose to his feet. even with the thick platform stilettos you wore that added a couple inches to your height — he towered over you. he never used it to intimidate you, but he was always hovering. you still had to crane your neck back just to meet his gaze.
he meets you halfway, leans down and kisses your sparkly and glossy lips.
the kiss started out gentle, almost hesitant. pierrot wanted to savor it and to ease into you. but his restraint stood no chance when you were dressed like this, so pliant and perfect in his hands as he held you and kissed you.
you felt his tongue slip through your lips. it was long and intrusive within the smaller, warm cavity of your mouth. his kiss became greedy, and your fingers instinctively clasped around the puffy sleeves on his broad shoulders, squeezing tightly as his tongue tested the limits of your gag reflex.
your fingers curled even tighter when you felt him begin to walk you backward until the back of your knees hit the loveseat in the room.
he retracted his tongue from your mouth, his gaze was a tender and loving contradiction to the way he had just assaulted your mouth with his tongue.
“sit, my lady. please.” pierrot said breathlessly. you kept your eyes locked on his as you lowered yourself into the seat. almost immediately, pierrot dropped to his knees and positioned himself between your legs.
“i want this view to be only for me from now on.” pierrot said, his lips peppering the plush skin on your inner thigh. you felt arousal coiling in your abdomen.
“i’ll do whatever i have to do… to convince you to keep this,” he paused, his hands running up your thighs and landing on the swell of your hips. “for my eyes only.”
“pierrot, i—“ you began to protest, and he gripped your hips while his sharp teeth nipped at the apex of your thighs.
“don’t speak.” he said as he pulled away, leaving an angry red mark on your thigh.
“you’re dripping for me, aren’t you. i can already smell it on you.” pierrot pointed out, slipping his finger through the material of your flimsy bottoms that already left nothing to the imagination — with his sharp finger he ripped at the material, exposing your slick pussy to the cold air of the room. you watched the way his pupils dilated at the sight, and the scent, of you.
he let out a low, almost animalistic growl before his mouth connected to your folds. while his tongue felt a bit invasive in your mouth, the sensation of his long tongue was entirely different when it was being put to use between your legs.
your head hit the back of the loveseat with a soft thump, and you let out a shaky whimper as he put his tongue to good use. his fingers clasped around both your thighs, holding you in place as you squirmed and bucked your hips, instinctively grinding against his face to seek more friction.
the sounds coming out of him, muffled against your folds, were that of a man starved.
your wetness ricocheted off his tongue as he used it to piston in and out of you, curling right up to hit your sweet spot. you let out a loud, unrestrained cry as you felt your abdomen coil. you came right into his face, your legs trembled and clenched around the sides of his face. his hands dug into the plush flesh on your thighs, keeping them apart just enough.
the edges of his mouth and his chin glistened with the remnants of your slick as he pulled back from you.
he kept one hand clasped around your thigh, while the other desperately fumbled with his belt buckle until he got it loose. it dropped to the floor with a soft clink, his bells rang softly with the franticness of his movements. his pants were off seconds later.
to say you were intimidated by the sheer size of him would be the understatement of the year.
working in this industry, it shouldn’t have startled you, but it did. your mind was racing a mile a minute, wondering if you’d even be able to take all of him.
“are you ready for me, my dear?” he asked, fingers supporting the head of his cock as he lined himself with your entrance, you could see him having to refrain from bucking into you until he got that reassurance that you were ready.
you pursed your lips, let out a muffled whimper and gave a shy nod. pierrot was smiling ear to ear as he slowly pushed inside. you were already still dripping from when he’d made you cum on his tongue, which should have made him pushing inside you easier. but it didn’t, he was that big.
he watched your face contort with the feeling of him stretching you, your eyebrows knitted, jaw slacked as tiny gasps and whimpers spilled from your throat, and you just took him so well. you fit him like a glove.
you were so small compared to him, part of him worried he’d break you. another part wanted to break you. the feeling of your small, wet hole squeezing and fluttering around the intrusion of his length was so intoxicating that he felt like he could have came right then and there — and he hadn’t even started moving yet.
once you’d taken him to the hilt, he slowly retracted before snapping his hips forward again. he watched the way your body jerked with the force of him thrusting into you.
pierrot kept his hands on your thighs, propping them up around your waist — because you were so helpless beneath him, you probably would have gone limp if he let you go. he was practically trembling with each thrust. trembling with the weight of his own restraint, he knew he would destroy you if he went as hard as he wanted to.
he noticed the way your stomach would bulge slightly whenever he slammed home, he slowed down just a bit for a few moments just to admire the way it would poke out and then fall flat when he pulled back.
“pier…rot.. why’d you… why’d you stop? keep… keep going.” you stammered out, and he looked startled for a moment before immediately going back to the previous pace he’d set.
“does it… feel good, dearest?” he asked, his voice was almost whiney as he spoke, his voice lilting just a bit higher with the force of his thrusts and the way you’d clench around him when he slammed into you at just the right angle.
“yes… y-yes!” you cried out, your eyes squeezing shut as you felt them growing watery. you were such a beautiful mess. your eye makeup was beginning to run, smudged messily at the corners and under your eyes. your lip gloss has been practically rubbed off from his kisses.
you were his to break, and his to put back together again.
pierrot could feel himself breaking, too. he tensed, bracing himself as he tried desperately to prolong this experience for as long as he could. he wanted to make you cum again and again until he finally felt worthy of his own release. but you were too much. too tight and wet and warm and welcoming. he felt like he was right where he was meant to be in this moment.
“i love you… i love you…. i… love you!” he panted, slamming into you with emphasis and spilling deep inside of you as he came, his warmth filling your womb until you were a trembling mess beneath him. but he kept his hands on you, keeping you from slumping against the love seat. for a moment he just held you in place, still inside you.
the room fell silent, save for the distant sounds from the club just outside the door. you were panting, he was panting, nothing else mattered.
“my lady… you did so beautifully..” he cooed at you, one of his hands cupped your clammy and warm cheek with a tenderness that contradicted the way he had just fucked you.
“i’d like… to go home now, pierrot.” you panted out, your neck craning to the side as your cheek rested against the back of the love seat.
“o-of course, my lady… i’ll take you home.” pierrot said, he sounded ecstatic. you didn’t want to go to back to work, because of him. he could steal you away for just a bit longer.
slowly and gently, he pulled out of you. he sprung out with a squelching sound, the evidence of both of your releases dripping out — onto his shaft, his thighs, your thighs, the loveseat and the floor, it was a mess.
“god… i’m going to be s-so much trouble.” you said breathlessly. pierrot smiled secretly readjusting you on the couch so that you could sit comfortably while he gathered your things and prepared to make an exit.
“you don’t have to worry about that, my lady.” he said softly, sliding his pants back up first. he realized now that ripping off part of your outfit wasn’t smart, so he had to improvise. he took off his red overcoat and put it on you. it was long enough to cover your lower half, and he picked you up bridal style. his hands keeping the overcoat securely over where you needed to be covered most.
“let’s go home now, my lady.”
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