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Owned by the Night 🐇

chapitre 1 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

AJ x Fem! Reader

Summary: AJ needs the perfect girl to help pull off a dangerous heist. They say behind every great man is a woman, and he’s just found her. Curvy, smart, and working the pole with secrets in her eyes, she’s everything he didn’t know he needed. But in this game, trust and safness are expensive… and desire might cost more than either of them can afford.

Warning: Smut, ice play, stripper!reader, chubby!reader, obsession, adult content (18+), mild violence.

Words Count: ~4k

Author's notes: Hi! English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes. and this is actually my first time writing a smut/sex scene. I was inspired by Janitor AI, so please be kind! I really hope you enjoy the story, it means a lot to me. If you have any thoughts, feedback, or suggestions, I’d love to hear them! Thank you for reading 🤍

divider by @enchanthings

Gordon stood at the head of the table, his hands planted firmly on either side of a large, worn-out map. The edges were torn, coffee-stained, and covered in scribbles, routes, escape plans, camera placements, and red-ink timestamps scrawled in his sharp handwriting.

Gordon: “Football match, boy band concert, and a protest … The cops are gonna be busy. If we do this right, we’ll have a window.

John, you’re on the lookout. If the police show up or shots get fired, you stay outside, engine running, ready to get us out early if needed.

AJ, you’re handling the cameras and security system. Quick and clean.

Jake, you stick with John.

Jesse, you’re coming inside with me.

Any questions?”

The room was thick with tension, like the calm before a thunderstorm. No one spoke. No one needed to. They all nodded silently, the weight of the job sinking in as they took quiet sips from their drinks, their eyes traveling all over the information on the table as they thought and planned their job, the risk, the money. It’s not their first time. They all knew their job: first and last, to keep each other safe and alive.

AJ leaned back in his chair, cigarette balanced between his fingers. His other hand held a glass of expensive whisky, half-melted ice clinking softly as he gulped down a sip of his drink. His eyes moved slow but sharp, scanning every inch of the map like he was reading between the lines.

AJ: “I need to know what kind of cameras and security systems they have so I can move fast. If it’s basic, I’m in and out. But if it’s smart tech… that’s another story.”

Jesse sat upright, arms crossed, his eyes squeezed in focus as he did the mental math. His foot tapped softly against the metal chair leg, counting beats, calculating seconds.

Jesse: “We’ll have about thirty minutes max before the nearest units get to the shop. Based on patrol routes and the emergency response speed, we’ve got 25–30 minutes before a squad car even gets close. The closest they can get without fire or injuries is 5 km away, that’s if they don’t bring in a helicopter.”

AJ flicked ash into a tray, breathing hard through his nose.

AJ: “Without knowing what system they’re using, I might need 15, even 20 minutes just to break through. That doesn’t leave us enough time to get in, grab the goods, and get out clean.”

Gordon straightened slowly, cracking his neck as his jaw tensed.

Gordon: “So what does that mean?”

AJ took another drag, now more serious, not scared, but troubled. He leaned forward, elbows on knees, voice low but firm.

AJ: “It means we need information before we go in. Cameras, alarm response times, maybe even their tech supplier. We need names. Models. Installation history. Something. Anything.”

John sat perched by the window, arms resting on the back of the chair he straddled backward. He wasn’t fidgety, just careful, watching the street like a man who'd seen too many jobs go sideways.

John: “Can’t we do a little recon? Drive by, see what we’re working with?”

Jesse shook his head, voice clipped, the muscles in his jaw twitching.

Jesse: “No chance. Only certified personnel are allowed near the big jewelry cases. They’ll clock us the second we get too close.”

Jake sat hunched forward, nervously rolling a coin between his fingers, a habit that only came out when things felt real. His eyes moves between Gordon and the map.

Jake: “So… what do we do?”

Gordon's answer came like a loaded gun, slow, cold, and final. He stepped back from the table just enough to stretch the tension in his shoulders.

Gordon: “We stalk the boss. Follow him for a week. Watch his routine. His habits. Where he goes. Who he talks to. Bet he slips up somewhere.

Jake, Jesse, that’s your job.”

He stared them down like he was daring them to object. No one did.

Gordon’s voice dropped lower:

“Then we move. End of the week.”

the smell of smoke, whisky, and sweat hung in the air like fog. Nobody smiled. Nobody made a joke. The crew nodded. No high-fives. No cocky grins. Just quiet, professional silence, the kind that hangs right before a storm.

The job was on.

They were in.

A week later

They were all back around the same table, ashtrays full, empty bottles lined up, the air thick with smoke and tension. Jess and Jake dropped a stack of photos onto the table. All eyes fell on them.

Jake said, flipping through the pics: “No family, no friends. Every night, same club. Drinks, poker, then he takes some girl from the club to a hotel room and disappears till morning.”

Jess smirked: “Easy. We get a girl to fuck him and plant a mic, maybe a camera or a GPS on his clothes.”

Gordon leaned forward, arms crossed over his chest: “Simple. Clean. We get what we need without tripping any alarms.”

Then without hesitation, they all turned and stared at AJ

He blinked, mid-sip of his whisky: “What?”

His thick Italian accent that could cut a tree filled his throat.

John was the first to speak, smirking like he’d been waiting: “Your job.”

“Why me?” AJ asked as he gave John a sideways look while arching his eyebrow, his eyes traveling to every man that was looking at him like it was an obvious answer.

Jake grinned: “Because you’re the walking cheat code to women’s pants, that’s why.”

Jesse laughed: “Your damn jawline gets more action than the rest of us put together.”

“Bullshit” AJ muttered, though the twitch of his mouth betrayed him.

“Oh come on” Jess said, nudging Jake. “All you have to do is smile a little, and girls go crazy. You start moving those hips? It's over.”

“Man’s dick probably has a fan club” Jake said, nearly choking on his drink as the table burst out laughing.

John raised his glass: “To AJ , the certified weapon of seduction.”

They all clinked glasses while AJ sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.

“You all are out of your goddamn minds.”

“Yeah” Gordon said, deadpan. “But you’re the only one with a dick worth weaponizing.”

Another round of laughter.

AJ lit a cigarette, dragging slowly and acting annoyed, but the smirk gave him away.

“Fine. I’ll find someone. But we do this my way. No amateurs. No danger we can’t cover. She gets a cut.”

Jake raised a brow: “So thoughtful. All that charm and a conscience.”

“Maybe that’s why they keep coming back” Jesse said, smirking. “Not just the hips, huh? It’s the aftercare.”

“Fuck off” AJ said, flipping him off but still grinning.

Gordon pulled them back: “You’ve got three days. Then we move.”

AJ nodded, his voice lower now as he looked over a photo of the boss: “I’ll get us what we need.”

The room went quiet, not from doubt, but because they believed him.

Jake wasn’t done, though: “Make sure she’s hot. We don’t want you getting bored halfway.”

Jesse smirked: “Though knowing AJ, that probably means soft belly, thick thighs, curves that don’t quit…”

John chuckled: “Man’s got a type.”

AJ didn’t flinch, just took another drag from his cigarette like he was proud of it.

Jake leaned forward: “He sees a thick girl with a belly and a pretty smile, and suddenly he’s planning their wedding.”

“She touches his arm and laughs once, and he’s naming their kids” Jesse added.

Gordon watched AJ with an amused look: “At least he’s consistent.”

AJ exhaled slowly, flicking ash into the tray: “I like softness. I like warmth. I like women who look like they could knock me out and still let me fall asleep on their stomach after… I want my hand to be full of fatness like my wallet is full of money. Is that bad?”

Jake cackled: “You’re so whipped for the fatties, it’s unreal.”

AJ just smiled a little, tapping his glass: “And they deserve better than any of your ugly ass.”

John raised his drink: “To fat girls and the man who worships them.”

The laughter returned, loud and easy, the kind that came from comfort, from brotherhood, not cruelty.

Jesse grinned: “So I guess you already know who you’re looking for.”

AJ leaned back, cigarette glowing between his fingers, eyes sharp now as he stared at the map: “Oh, I know exactly what I’m looking for.”

And just like that, it was back to business.

The teasing died down, but the smirks stayed.

They all knew AJ wasn’t just going to find her, he was going to charm the hell out of her.

And with her help, they were going to bring a monster down.

That same night, AJ walked into the same club Jess and Jake had been visiting the boss all week. While they had been chasing shadows, he came looking for something real, something warm and soft. And he found it.

She was leaning against the bar, talking to someone, dressed in an outfit that barely covered anything. It left little to the imagination, and even less to hide. AJ's smirk widened as his pants grew tighter. She was nervous, he could read people like books, and it was written all over her body language. New girl. Probably hadn’t been here longer than a few days.

An hour later, he was sitting in one of the club’s private rooms, a plush round sofa wrapped around a low table, soft purple lights casting shadows across the red walls. He waited, calm but alert.

Then the door opened.

She stepped in, chubby hand holding his drink, nerves thick in her walk, but her curves swayed anyway. Oh yeah, she was definitely new.

“Hello, sir” she said, soft voice trembling slightly. “Thank you for choosing me. I hope you won’t regret it.”

He bit his lip. That voice, that softness, her nerves were almost sweet.

“Thank you, Bunny” he said, his Italian accent rich and thick, curling through the room like smoke.

The way she blushed at the nickname, he could tell she wasn’t used to kindness, not in here. She looked up at him, almost lost in his deep blue eyes, like she was already slipping into something warmer than her fear.

“Get on the table for me, Bunny.”

She snapped out of it, nodding quickly.

“Yes, sir” she whispered, climbing onto the table on her knees, facing him.

“What’s your name, Bunny?” he asked, still studying her like she was a rare painting, one-of-a-kind, priceless.

“I can’t tell you that, sir. People around here call me… Blueberry.”

“Blueberry, huh?” he smiled. “Cute little name for a sweet girl like you. Come closer, Bunny.”

He took a slow sip of his drink, reaching into his pocket for a few folded bills. A couple hundred, hoping it’s enough to calm a new girl’s nerves. She edged forward, and he stood to meet her halfway. His eyes dropped briefly to her chest, catching the edge of an old scar peeking from under her bra strap.

He reached out, slow, careful, but froze when his fingers brushed the scar. She flinched, pulling back.

They locked eyes. His sharp and intense, hers wide and unsure.

“You can’t touch me” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “Sorry…”

“And who’s gonna stop me?” he asked, tone curious, not threatening.

She looked away, clearly scared.

“There’s a camera. If you touch me, they’ll send in security.”

He chuckled softly, stepping back just enough to give her air.

“Nah, sweetheart. It’s not the cameras stopping me.”

His voice dropped, intimate:

“It’s your consent. Nothing else matters.”

She blinked, her fear cracking slightly, shifting into something closer to surprise… maybe even trust. He crooked a finger, motioning her forward. She obeyed.

“Good girl” he said low, brushing the edge of the money over the faint line of her scar. “Tell me, Bunny… who did this to you? Who dared to mark a body like yours?”

She swallowed hard.

“My first client,” she whispered. “He got angry when I told him he couldn’t touch me.”

He exhaled slowly, rage simmering beneath his calm exterior.

“Of course. Your body’s like a dessert for starving men, sweet, rich, made to be savored… not taken by force.”

He slid the money gently between her bra and that soft curve of skin spilling from the too-small top.

She glanced down.

“That’s… too much.”

“No. It’s not” he said, leaning back, smoke curling from his lips. “You deserve more than this place gives you.”

The scent bothered her, he noticed right away and put the cigarette out without another word.

“Tell me, doll. What can you do for me? What can I see? What are the rules?”

“No touching” she said quietly. “But… I can take things off. We can talk. Drink. I can dance for you… if you wish.”

“You can undress?” he asked, genuinely curious now.

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Then start with your top, Bunny. Let me see you.”

Her hands shook slightly as she reached down, untying the baby-blue babydoll top. It slid down her thick arms and landed in a pool at her waist. She hesitated again, then reached behind, unclasped her bra, and let it fall to her lap, money slipping down with it.

He reached forward, picked up the bills, and set them aside. Then, his fingers slid over the lace of the bra, eyes still locked on hers.

“Can I?”

She nodded, lips parted slightly, her body still, obedient.

He brought the fabric to his nose, breathing her in with the care of a man savoring wine, not lusting over skin. She didn’t move, just watched him, her big brown bambi eyes locked on the tall, tattooed man who looked at her like she was the only softness in a cruel world.

His legs spread wider as he leaned back again, a king in his throne, hunger in his eyes.

She stayed kneeling, like a good girl, bare, soft, and waiting.

Her scent drifted toward him, sweet and warm, clinging to the soft fabric of the shining bra she’d just let fall. His eyes moved over her chest, gentle curves full and inviting, fitting perfectly in front of him like they were made to be held.

They sat obedient and plush, framed by pale lines of stretch marks that curled like quiet lightning across her skin, the silent testaments to time, change, and womanhood. Far from flaw, they only deepened her beauty. Her skin was wide and warm, like honey left in the sun.

A faint bronze line traced her shoulder where a tan had once been, and even that, to him, felt intimate, like a secret only he was allowed to see.

“How old are you, Bunny?” he whispered, rubbing the fabric of her bra. It wasn’t a soft fabric, her chest deserved softer material to hold those jellies.

She looked at him, a bit nervous, and whispered while glancing down to hide her face, “Twenty three.”

He smirked. She wasn’t supposed to give away personal information. His smile grew bigger. He leaned in, lips close to her ear, and whispered:

“You’re breaking rules for me, Bunny… Naughty Bunny. Should I punish you? Should I?”

His voice was low and teasing as she felt the brush of money against her skin.

“Lift your chest, love.”

She looked at him, nervous, but obeyed. Gently, he slid some bills beneath her breasts and let them fall back into place, keeping the money warm and hidden.

Then he returned to his seat. His eyes lingered on the sight of his money tucked under her soft chest, and he smiled.

“Pretty Bunny.”

After a moment of silence, as he admired that piece of art, he picked an ice cube from his drink.

her eyes widened as he brought it closer, a mix of fear and anticipation flashing across her face. She knew what was coming. and it made her pussy clench and drip with need. pressing the first cube against the firm peak of her nipple.

The sudden, shocking cold made her gasp and arch her back, her teeth sinking into her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. AJ just smirked, watching her squirm. He slowly let the ice cube melt on her nipple, feeling it soften and drip as it cooled her overheated skin.

he pressed the ice cube against her other nipple, letting it melt and drip down the swell of her massive tit. He could see shivers rising on her skin, could feel her convulse and shaking as the cold dripped into her bones.

AJ watched in amazement as her eyes rolled back in pure euphoria. He could hear her voice, a mix of whimpers and broken moans, all blending together in the most erotic symphony. The way she was squeezing her hands,her eyes, made his cock throb and leak pre cum in his boxers.

She was like a goddess in the soft purple light of that small room. “Lay down, Bunny” he said, his voice low but commanding.

She felt like she was in a fog, hesitant but drawn to him. Slowly, she lay back, her whole body gently shifting under him, soft curves catching the light as they moved.

“Open those big thighs” he whispered, “and show me that little pussy.”

She looked up, eyes wide and uncertain. She had never done anything like this before. Despite the hardness in his voice, his eyes were gentle, offering her the chance to say no, to stop him if she wanted.

After a pause, she parted her legs slightly, the high thigh socks hugging her softness like a tender embrace. Her breath hitched in the silence, but she gave him the trust to see what she held back.

slightly, with hesitation, she moves her fingers to her little baby blue underwear to the side, showing her fat fold, all wet. "That was just the warm-up, baby girl," he purred, grabbing an ice cube from the whisky glass. her eyes widened as he brought it closer to her dripping, sensitive cunt. She could feel the cold air hitting her overheated flesh, making her shudder and clench reflexively. AJ pressed the ice cube directly against her swollen, aching clit, the shocking cold making her cry out and jerk her hips. He could feel the little nub throbbing against the ice, pulsing with a life of its own as it desperately begged for more stimulation. He rubbed the cube in slow, soft circles, watching as it melted and dripped down to cover her folds and thighs.

"That's it, baby... let me feel this greedy cunt spasm on my fingers" AJ growled, his other hand reaching down to put some more money in her socks, while he ordered her to spread her lips apart.

open those fat lips for me bunny”

He could see her hole clenching and winking, the silky pink walls shining with her arousal.

With a smirk, he pressed the ice cube right inside her entrance, feeling it melt and trickle along her velvety walls. AJ watched in admiration as her body convulsed and shook, her massive tits jiggling like jello as she came undone from just the teasing touch of the ice cube on her sensitive hole. He could feel her pussy clamping down on nothing, greedy and hungry for something to milk, to squeeze and clench around.

The sight of her shaking and moaning, completely lost in pleasure, made his painfully hard cock throb and leak even more. "That's my good girl, cumming on command like a proper little slut" he praised, his voice dripping with lust and satisfaction.

He could see the heavily look playing out across her face, could feel the way her body trembled and quaked with the force of her release

he finally pulled back, admiring his work as he took in the sight of her utterly wrecked body. He could see the way her massive tits heaved with each labored breath, her skin slick with a sheen of sweat, ice water and arousal.

“Good girl… good Bunny” he said softly, his voice low like a secret. “So soft… so good. I’ve never seen anything more heavenly than this.”

He paused, his gaze heavy with hunger.

“I wish I could touch that beautiful, fat body…”

He pulled back, letting her rest and catch her breath. Quietly, he reached for his wallet and took out a stack of bills. Gently, he filled her sock with hundreds, continuing to praise her in a soft voice, the only aftercare he could offer since he wasn’t allowed to touch her.

When she slipped back into her clothes and sat up, tears slid down her cheeks — not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of her release.

He took a fresh bill and carefully wiped her tears away.

“You did so good, Bunny” he whispered, his voice tender.

He handed her a glass of water and made sure she drank. Then, without a word, he placed his jacket around her shoulders, warm, heavy, comforting, like protection made of him.

She was still in her underwear, soft baby-blue lace clinging to her curves, the straps of her bra fallen loose on her shoulder. Her bra, her panties, even the tops of her thigh-high socks were stuffed with folded bills, thick and quiet like offerings. They peeked out from every edge and strap.

He rested beside her, close but not touching, letting her body settle next to his. They passed the drink between them in silence, not lovers, not strangers, just two people in a quiet, shared room. Her skin glowed, and the weight of the money, the jacket, the moment, it all seemed to hold her in place.

She looked down at the money scattered across her body — tucked into her bra, her underwear, her thigh-high socks. Her voice was shaky, exhausted, barely above a whisper.

“This is… too much. These are hundreds, I can’t accept that…”

AJ met her gaze, his tone firm but kind. “It’s all for you. Don’t worry about it. You deserve it.”

She opened her mouth to protest again, but he gently cut her off.

“Go get yourself whatever you want. Eat something real. Fill that beautiful fat ass for me. Get better clothes, softer ones, ones that treat your skin the way it deserves to be. It’s your job, after all. And I won’t let you starve or struggle for money. Not while I’m here.”

“But…”

“No buts, Bunny” he said softly. “Be a good girl berry.”

She blinked slowly, her lips curling into the smallest, shyest smile. “Thank you, sir…”

He leaned in, brushing his lips near her ear.

“AJ” he said. “Call me AJ”

She tilted her head slightly, cheeks pink. “AJ?”

“For Alexander Junior” he whispered.

She giggled, eyes wide with surprise. “Oh… I thought it was for Alejandro.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rich in her ear. “You’re not the first to think that.”

The hour ended. AJ got up and left, even though he didn’t want to. His chest felt tight. It hurt to walk away from her, that soft girl. He didn’t want anyone else to touch her.

But the time was up, he couldn't have more of her.

He waited outside. He wanted to see her again, the real her, not just the girl from the room. About 50 minutes later, she came out the back door. She wore big, warm clothes. Her face was clean, with no makeup. She looked soft. Sweet. Real.

She didn’t see him. The street was dark, barely any lights. But like most women, she felt something wasn’t right. She looked around and started to walk faster.

AJ followed. At first, slowly. Then he picked up speed.

She started running.

So did he.

He was faster. He caught up and reached for her arm.

She turned quickly and grabbed a small spray can from her coat. It made a loud hiss as the pepper spray hit him straight in the face.

“Shit!” he yelled, falling back. His eyes burned like fire. He dropped to his knees, hands covering his face, pain shooting through him.

She ran.

He stayed there in the street, whispering curses, eyes full of tears, trying to breathe.

Thirty minutes later

He sat at the gang's usual bar. John puts a wet cloth pressed to his swollen, red eyes.

John poured a drink and slid it over with a smirk. “So… you think she’s the one?”

AJ winced and wiped his face. “Yeah. Fuck… my eyes.”

John laughed. “It’s your job to get close to her, man. You’ve got two days. If you don’t, Gordon’s gonna break your neck.”

AJ took the drink and finished it in one gulp.

“She’s worth it.”

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