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You were just getting a glass of water when you were hit in the face by Stan’s blazer. You look up to see that it’s Ford who threw it.
“He keeps leaving his stuff down here. Take that to him, won’t you?”
Wordlessly, you nodded, caught a little off guard. You ended up putting the blazer on before going upstairs.
The door creaked as you pushed it open, revealing Stan lying in bed watching a movie. He was wearing a tight shirt, highlighting his pecs, making you bite your lip. He looked up at you and smiled a bit, before gasping.
“‘S that my blazer?”
He has a glint of arousal in his eyes. You can’t help but giggle, sitting down and rubbing his leg.
“Oh, yer a tease.”
Before you can respond, he’s on top of you, kissing your neck. You can feel his hard-on pressing against your thigh.
“Ya know how I get when ya wear my clothes, baby. Ya know.”
A soft plea spills from your mouth as you arch your back to rub against him. He growls in your ear, one hand wrapping loosely around your neck. “Shh… quiet. Don’t want anyone hearing us, do we, honey?”
You shake your head and bite your lip. Your arms wrap around his waist, clawing at his skin. His touch is addictive, his cologne making your brain feel fuzzy…
“Needy, aren’t we?”
Oh.. you were grinding up against him. You blush and sigh, his name falling from your lips. Calloused hands start palming at your waist, tugging your shorts down.
“Oh, Stanley…”
His breath is hot against your ear. He gives soft nips at your neck, murmuring sweet nothings.
“Yer doing so good for me, baby. Just be still, let me handle this.”
Rough fingers dip into you, stretching you out. It’s an addicting sensation. You can never get enough of him. Suddenly, he curls them, hitting your sweet spot. God, he knows just how to get you going. You see stars and you claw at his back, moaning through gritted teeth.
“Ya look stunning in my blazer, ya know that, right? Yer stunning. But I think ya’d look better without it, huh~?”
Before you know it, he’s wrestled that blazer off of you and tossed it on the floor. He sits you up and starts tugging your shirt over your head. His hands are rough on your breasts, groping and kneading them. You whimper a bit-
He stops dead in his tracks and looks at you, a worried expression on his face. “Was that too hard? I’m sorry- I got carried away. Are ya alright?”
You nod, gazing at him lovingly. “I’m okay- just be a little more gentle, okay, love?”
Stan nods profusely and presses soft kisses onto your chest, murmuring apologies against your skin. It’s adorable how worried he gets over small things like this.
“Hey. Stanley. Look at me. It’s alright, okay? It’s alright. I’m okay.”
He smiles a bit and shakes his head. “I- uh- whad’dya mean, it’s alright? I wasn’t upset! I wasn’t crying- yer making things up!” You decide to just let him have this. Your hands move lower, unbuckling his belt and pulling his length out.
Stan pulls off your chest and hovers over you, stroking himself as he gazes at you. “Ya look so pretty. I just wanna make a mess of ya, have ya falling apart for me. Ya want that?”
You nod and tug your panties down, tossing them on the floor. You wrap your legs around Stan’s waist, pulling him in a little.
“Ah-ah, say please, baby,” he has a mischievous expression. He knows he’s driving you crazy, and he loves it.
“P-please. Stanley, please, I need you.”
He lines himself up and kisses your forehead, a smile on his face. “Good girl.” He starts to push into you, groaning at how tight you are. “Fuck, honey. Ya feel so good.”
You can’t manage an actual response, instead just moaning softly. You grab his hand and take two fingers into your mouth, sucking on them to silence your cries.
Stan knows just how to drive you crazy. His free hand cups your cheek and rubs it, soothing you as he picks up the pace, slamming into you. He hits all the right places, his groans driving you insane.
“Yer doin’ great. Ya feel like heaven, baby. I’ve needed this.”
He pulls his hands away, leaving your mouth wide open. He puts them on your chest, using it for leverage. You can’t help but stare, he looks so good when he’s fucking you.
“God, I’m gettin’ close. I’m close.”
You are too, but you can’t get the words out. All you can respond with is a moan and a nod before you tug him closer and kiss him hard. He tastes like coffee and breath mints, as always.
A soft groan escapes Stan as he finishes, burying himself to the hilt. He’s pressed right up against your G-spot and you cum too, shaking and throbbing.
As you both come down from your climax, he kisses you tenderly.
“Ya did so good, baby.” He climbs off of you and grabs one of his shirts off the floor, wiping your thighs clean before cleaning himself up too.
You reach out for him, trying to pull him closer, only to realize he got his polaroid camera out. The damn man was too corny.
He always loved taking polaroids of you looking a mess. You smile for the camera, and once he’s done you yank it from his hands and put it on the nightstand.
“Cuddle with me, baby.”
He nods, holding you tight. Only a few moments pass before he’s snoring away.
“Love you, Stanley.”