a Smii7y x reader story

01

i finished getting ready for work, already dreading having to go in. i was a stripper, which i know i know isn't the best line of work but i make pretty fucking decent cash, enough to pay for my two bedroom two bathroom apartment, and any needs i have, plus me and my neighbour can go out to eat every once and a while if we wanted to. my neighbour and i were pretty good friends, his name was john, he had a youtube channel that i watch from time to time, him and his friends were actually kind of funny. speaking of my neighbour i should see if he needs anything before i go to work.
i grabbed my keys and my jacket and headed across the hall, i opened his door and yelled into his apartment.
"john im going to work do you need anything!!" i yelled then waited for a response. after a few footsteps john and someone i didn't know came to the door.
"shit sorry didn't know you had company." i say as i began to shut the door.
"it's fine, can you stop at the convenience store on your way back and grab some beers." john asked, handing me some cash.
"yeah no problem, as long as you don't get mad at how late i work again." i tell him putting the cash in my wallet.
"i won't, by the way this is jaren, i game with him a lot." john said introducing me to the guy i don't know, who put his hand out for me to shake
"y/n." i tell him introducing myself while shaking his hand.
"after work just come to my office alright, we can chill for a while." john tells me, i nodded then finally left for work, heading out of the lobby and to my car.
time skip to after work
i picked up the beers and the vodka coolers i got for myself out of the back of my seat and made my way to the elevator. i hit the button and waited to make it to my floor. when i finally got there i went to johns apartment and opened the door, getting in i closed it and locked it considering it's late and john really should lock his door more.
"honey i'm home!" i yelled putting my jacket on his couch and heading up to his office. i knocked on the door, mostly because it was two guys and i didn't want to walk into anything i didn't want to see. john opened the door and let me in.
"ah my beautiful wife!" he called out as i sat on his couch behind his recording set up.
"i got you a 12 pack, since you have a guest." i say he thanked me and grabbed a beer for both him and his friend, i opened my cooler and sipped at it.
"so what do you do for a living, i don't think i've seen a job that goes so late." jaren asked from johns chair, while john plopped down beside me.
"stripping" john answered for me
"i asked what she did not what you do." jaren said rolling his eyes, i chuckled then answered repeating exactly what john said
"stripping" after i said that jaren just stared at me for a second, not really knowing what to say, which caused john to laugh.
"close your mouth you'll catch flies." i tell him chuckling at his response.
"wait for real?" he finally said.
"yes for real." i say, drinking my cooler, he was quiet for a minute, just staring at me.
"you know, guys usually pay to stare at me like that." i tell him, chuckling as he apologized.
"you don't have to act so weird around her, she's chill." john says laughing at his friend for being weird.
"can i ask a question?" jaren asked.
"no i don't sell sex, no i won't show you my boobs, yes i use a pole." i tell him, he chuckled
"actually i was gonna ask about your shoes." he says pointing at my feet, i just had on some of the new jordan's
"oh sure what about them." i asked sitting back looking at him.
"how much?" he asked still checking them out
"uhhh 'bout $400?? yeah." i tell him, he nods and sips his beer.
"well now it's just awkward." john says after we were silent for a minute.
"it wasn't awkward til you said it was." i say lightly smacking his arm.
"do you see this abuse?" he asks jaren who only laughed.
"fine i'll jus leave." i say getting up, john just shoved me back into the couch.
"you can't leave, we aren't plastered yet." john says taking a big swing from his beer and set it in the side table.
"you're drinking beer, only thing your getting is a beer gut." i respond patting his stomach.
"you're a bitch." he says
"you're a whore." i say back
"cunt"
"prick"
"bitch"
"fatass"
"no ass"
"you have bigger tits then any of the girls i work with, and they've had work done."
"at least i have tits, you walk around looking like ply wood calling yourself a stripper"
"wow you guys really are married." jaren steps in, i chuckled and put my drink down.
"so tell me about yourself jaren." i say sitting up properly.
"what do you want to know?" he asked sitting up as well.
"well you know what i do for a living, what about you?" i leaned my head on my hand, which was propped up on my leg as i leaned forward a little.
"same as john, i do youtube, sometimes i stream." he tells me.
"oh cool what's your username?" i asked pulling out my phone and getting youtube up.
"it's uh Smii7y spelt S-M-I-I-7-Y" he tells me, i type it in and pull up his channel.
"there, not that you need it but there's one more subscriber." i tell him putting my phone away, i'm not sure if it was just my imagination but i could've sworn jarens face got a little red.
"god stop flirting with my friends." john says shoving me lightly.
"you're just mad cause i wouldn't fuck your tiny pinky dick." i say rolling my eyes, jaren burst out laughing, making me chuckle a little.
"i never said i wanted to fuck you, all i asked was how much it would cost for you to show me your boobs, and possibly, a blow job" he said
"more then you can afford you fucking train wreck." i tell him rolling my eyes and taking a sip of my cooler.
"do you guys fight like this all the time?" jaren asked, he seemed kind of confused
"yeah pretty much, only cause i can't fucking stand his annoying ass." i replied, we all chuckled.
after a few hours and probably enough drinks john and jaren were pretty drunk, fuckers drank all my coolers, i only had two.
so john had music playing and both of the guys were up drunk dancing, trying to give each other lap dances at the same time.
"y/n!!!!" john suddenly yelled, i looked at him surprised waiting for an answer.
"give jaren a lap dance!" he said pretty loud pointing to jaren, who was now standing there staring like a deer in the head lights.
"i am definitely not drunk enough for that." i tell him shaking my head
"but you do it like every day." john whines
"yeah, for cash, which i use to pay for the vodka coolers you jack asses drank on me." i tell him, john sat there for a second then reached into his pocket, i sighed deeply when he pulled a 50 sheet from his pocket.
"not business hour sweetheart, i'm not giving your friend, who i just met today, a lap dance" i say, john let out a sigh and flopped onto the couch.
"fiiiiiine." he whined then looked up at me.
"you're beautiful." he said trying to touch my face
"you're drunk baby, let's get you to bed." i say, he nods, i help him walk to his room and leave him on his bed, he's already knocked the fuck out when i go to leave the room. i head back to his office i get jaren.
"do you want help getting to bed?" i asked, he shook his head and went to stand up, immediately stumbling and almost falling over, i put his arm over my shoulder and helped him walk to the tiny ass guest room john had, i laid him on the bed and asked if he needed anything, he shook his head.
"you are beautiful, john wasnt lying" jaren says staring at me.
"and you are drunk." i say throwing a blanket over him.
"yeah, buuuut i thought you were gorgeous, while i was sober." he says, my face goes a little red, but i quickly shake it off knowing it was just drunk rambles.
"y/n i'm gonna make you mine." he says, this time i look up at him, he had a giant smile on his face before he passed out. i sighed and ran my hand threw my hair, i went to johns kitchen and grabbed two water bottles out of the fridge and then went to the bathroom and grabbed advil. i left a bottle of water and two tabs of advil in both of the boys rooms then left the apartment locking his door, going across the hall and locking my own. i went up to my room and started getting ready for bed.
they're just drunk rambles