Hamilton One-Shots //Lams//Mullette//Jeffmads//kingsbury//

I'm All Yours // Lams // Smut

-lord help and forgive me. ⚠️ Stripper AU ⚠️ -

Johns POV

I sighed, putting on my outfit for performances. My shorts were high enough to be able to see the 'Slap Me' tattoo I got while I was drunk. I don't really regret it though. It makes me look hot. What can I say? I tied my hair up, allowing a few stray hairs to frame my face. I heard my co-workers song end and clapping, cueing it was my turn. 'Bitch Better Have My Money' by Rihanna starting playing, one of my favorite songs to dance to.

As I walked out I noticed a familiar client, that I may or may not have a slight crush thingy on. He was loaded; always slipping my hundreds or more. And honestly, he was the only guy I actually enjoyed giving lap dances to.
While I danced on the pole, even though I preferred dancing in the men more, I felt adrenaline rush through me. I danced around a couple men that slapped my thighs or ass or tugged in my hair. But, just like every other time Mr. Hamilton was here, I ended up in his lap, grinding against his already hard member. I wanted him to just fuck me in my dressing room right now but he's just a client...
He tightened a grip around my hip and slyly slipped cash into my back pockets.
Before getting off him and continuing my performance, we made eye contact full of lust. It felt so write being with him.

While my song faded out and clients started going out to the bar, I picked up all the cash and put it in a trash bag. I use to be able to fit it into a grocery bag, then a duffle bag, but now it's a garbage bag just because of all the money I made it one night. Now y'all are probably thinking, 'John! Why don't you just quit this job since your obviously making hella cash!' but you have to remember I have hella bills to pay. I also have to pay rent. All this plus my moms hospital bills and I have to take care of two turtles... My parents think I work at an office place. They couldn't be more wrong.

After putting my money bag on the small red couch in my dressing room, freshening up, and taking a shot, I walked out to the bar area. I was allowed to leave but if you stayed a bit and flirted with some men you would get some more cash. What's wrong with more cash? I immediately spotted Alexander talking with some other dudes. I casually walks up and slide into his lap and looping an arm around his neck. I smirk grew on his face and a looked up at his friends.

Alex's POV

I smirked as my favorite dancer sat in my lap, snacking an arm around my neck as I put one around his waist. "That one of your little toys Hamilton?"  Hercules asked while taking a shot, causing me to huff. "I dunno. Laf still one of your side hoes." That sentence alone causes him to just straight up leave. Fine by me. That means I get to he alone with John. Well..That's not his stripper name but I've gotten to know his real name. Plus, I think it's more respectful. "You one of the nicest clients I've had Mr, Hamilton..~" John said while grinding on my crochet area a bit. I knew John was younger than me but he was legal, obviously or rude he wouldn't have this job, but his being legal just made me want to fuck him from behind even more. I chuckled a bit at his comment, "Oh please. If that's what you consider nice you must have been through hell in back." He smiles softly and breathed softly against my neck. "Pfft. I'm the queen of hell. I've been there more than once." I grabbed his hips and smashed our lips together. I know this was against the rules but we didn't care. I could definitely tell didn't care because he broke away and led me into his dressing room, locking the door.

Third Person POV

John swiftly locked the door and turned around only to be pushed against the wall, Alex kissing him roughly. "God~.." Hamilton breathed out softly. John wasn't wearing much which just made Hamilton seem even more clothed. They both helped each other undress. Alex attacked Laurens's neck with rough kisses whilst pushing him on to the couch, not caring that the bad sitting there had fell. John looked up at him with lustful eyes and pulled down his boxers full of want and need. Alexander got the message, helping Laurens take of his panties. Biting down on his neck he put his two fingers in Johns mouth forcefully, "Suck". John only needed to be told once: he acted as if it were a dick, sucking and licking roughly. After Alex's fingers were completely covered, he stuck them into Johns entrance only to revive a small whimper mixed with a held back moan. He peppered his neck with love-bites while preparing John. After a bit he got tired of waiting, "god Hamilton just fuck mE-" before he could finish his sentence though, Alexander thrusted hardly into John. A whimper escaped his mouth for a couple more thrust until it got replaced with moans that soothed Hamilton's ears. "God y-you're so tight Laurens~" The thrusting was deep, hard and passionate for what seemed like a while, the room filled with hot moans. Soon though, the thrust seemed sloppier, messier but still deep enough to hit Johns prostate, "a-aHH fUck~! right t-there~!" That dent Alex over the edge making him cum, making John yelp in pleasure, " G-GOd YeS~" Was all John could say as he reaches his high as well. After they both finished, Alexander pulled out and fell on Johns chest panting. "Fuck.." John only cuddled him and smiled softly, "...You could always take me back to..your place for a round two..?" He smirked suggestively. They both have a knowing look at each other, "Pack your shit, Laurens."

-IM SORRRYYY. ITS LATE AND I HAVE SCHOOL. Also uhhh..I die for bottom John-
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