Boyfriend material | Damian Priest x fem!stripper!reader
Y/n's best friend starts to seem a bit too much like her boyfriend
Fluff
WC: 537
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Y/n POV
Stepping on stage is the best part about my job. Opening the curtains, slowly stepping out in front of all those people, knowing that they'd be willing to give me anything for me.
My eyes graze the audience as I slowly sway my hips and run my hands down my body. My eyes glue on to a dark and mysterious figure sitting at the bar a small smile creeping up my lips.
For the rest of the night I dance for him, I always do, whether he's there or not. I've known Damian for a few years, he used to work as a bouncer at the club. I was always his number one believer, knowing he'd some day make it big. And well it seems like I was correct.
Stepping down from the stage into the backroom I was met with our manager Matt.
"The crowd is eating you up tonight" he commented before handing me a stack of cash.
"Thanks Matt" I kissed his cheek grabbing a robe and sliding outside.
I reached down to the pocket of my black robe and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. Slowly pulling one up to my lips and lighting it I leaned back to the cold wall. I loved dancing, but sometimes it was tiring, but I guess you could say that about any job.
"Mind if I bum one?" I hear a deep voice ask next to. Slowly turning my head along the wall I see Damian's gorgeous face looking down at me.
"You're supposed to be the millionaire" I mumble at him slowly handing him my pack.
"And you were supposed to quit smoking" he grumbles his lips holding on to a cigarette while lighting it.
"Touché"
My eyes scan the dark night sky covered in bright blinking stars as I feel Damian lean into the wall right next to me.
"You looked great tonight" Damian whispers "you look great every night"
"Thanks" I whisper slowly exhaling the smoke from my lungs.
I can sense Damian thinking for a while. Battling with his inner thoughts.
"Are you ever going to stop" he asks me after a while.
"Smoking?" I asked confused.
"No, I mean- I mean dancing" he asks struggling a bit.
It's a question I've been struggling with for a while. Sure I could get a 'normal' job and work as a office rat of some sort, but I don't think that I could do that.
"I don't think it's an option. I mean unless I get a rich sugar daddy" I laugh trying to ease the situation.
"I'd technically classify as a sugar daddy" Damian laughs
"I would never use you for your money, you know that right?"
"Y/n we've know each other since I slept in my car, I'm sure you wouldn't use me" he smiled.
"I'll see ya later" Damian whispered throwing his cigarette onto the ground and stomping on it. Then he slowly stripped the leather jacket he had on and placed it on my shoulders kissing my forehead.
Damian was truly an angel in disguise. Who know that under those dark curls, all of those tattoos and that brooding stance was truly and angel who cared more about everyone than himself.