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Usually watching scary movies with Stu meant cuddling against his chest, a blanket over you both and his hand high up on your thigh. Tonight is different, and you’re trying hard not to fall into that routine. Somehow he and Billy had talked you into holding a party at your house. Although ‘Talked you into’ was too generous. Stu had invited a host of people over to your house before he had even told you. Told you, not asked you, a fact you were still slightly irritated at him for, even if you had enjoyed your night.
The majority of guests had left by now; it was a little after midnight and the impromptu film club had, as usual, begun. You’re sat, a little uncomfortably, between Stu and the edge of the couch. He'd kept his distance from you for most of the night, not even giving you any sarcastic or teasing words after you had snuck away with Billy for a few heated kisses in your dad's office. He's been unusually well behaved, a fact that has had you a little on edge for the past hour. Stu seems focused on the movie, lounging with his arm draped over the couch behind you in that overly physically affectionate way that only he seems to get away with. Tatum, on his other side, is half curled up with Sidney as they giggle and hide from the jump scares. She’s oblivious or not caring how close he is to you. You know he’s like this with a lot of people but you can’t tell if he’s being inappropriate or not.
Billy is slumped in a chair on the other side of the room, giving no indication that Stu’s acting out of line. You knew Billy well enough to know even though he looked relaxed and focused on the movie he would be hyper aware of what was going on around him, especially with you around, and he wouldn’t have let Stu anywhere near you if he thought Stu was crossing the line with both Tatum and Sid around. So maybe it was just your paranoia. Or maybe it’s the fact his fingers keep brushing over your neck and shoulder. It’s turning you on way more than you feel comfortable with in this situation. You take a large gulp of your beer, flinching as you feel a light pull on your earlobe. You frown as you look at him out the corner of your eye, but Stu doesn’t even spare you a glance. He tugs again and you decide you’ve had enough. You don’t want to play this game. Standing abruptly and making an excuse of too much beer gets a disinterested acknowledgement from the group.
You take a moment in the hallway to collect yourself, taking a few deep breaths before you wander down the hall to the kitchen. You wish you hadn’t, tongue clicking in disappointment at the mess they’ve left. You hadn’t realised how chaotically messy things had gotten. Popcorn packets, empty beer bottles, various half eaten snacks and even a few random bits of pizza are strewn across the counters. You didn’t have a pizza wheel, and the knife they had used to help dish out the pizza was lying in the middle of the table, tomato sauce and cheese smeared across it’s blade and across your table. You know with a hundred percent certainty that they won’t help you clean up, and with your interest in the movie lost and with arousal still nipping through your veins you don’t want to go sit back down, so with a weary sigh you start to pick up the random bits of cutlery and glasses and dump them in the sink.
You don’t hear him coming, but then you rarely do. Stu can be unnervingly stealthy when he wants to be, and he seems to love making you jump. You’re watching the hot water fill the sink, holding the knife under the spray and watching the tomato and cheese slowly run off the blade as you zone out. The sudden hand on your shoulder makes you jump and you yelp, heart leaping wildly in your chest as your grip tightens around the handle of the knife. You spin quickly, holding the up knife in front of you.
Stu stills but doesn’t say anything; embarrassment making your face heat as you try to force your heart rate to slow back down.
“Jesus Christ Stu,” Your heart feels like it’s trying to burst out of your chest, his own breathing annoyingly calm as you stare into each other’s eyes for a few silent seconds. “The fuck is wrong with you?”
His gaze flickers between you and the knife you’re still holding tightly, his eyes dilating as he looks back up at you. “Go ahead,” he rumbles softly, leaning forward just barely, the tip of the knife pressing into his shirt before you yank it away from him.
“Idiot. I could have hurt you,” you mutter, rolling your eyes and cursing under your breath. You turn as best you can with him so close and drop the knife into the sink, turning back to see him almost pouting in disappointment. “What?”
“You look hot with a knife. Badass.” he says. You scoff but he pushes forward, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “Got me hard already.”
“I could have hurt you.” You repeat. “Don’t snea-,” Your words are cut off with a sharp stuttered intake of breath as his hips press against yours and you can feel the hot, hard press of his cock. Your mouth runs dry, torn between your mounting arousal and the knowledge that your friends are just down the hall.
He hums softly, pressing a gentle kiss against the corner of your mouth. One it takes you an immense amount of willpower to not turn into it.
“Could fuck you right here if you’re quiet, bunny.” The immediate pulse of arousal between your legs at his words was sharp and fast, shooting up your spine and making your nipples harden into tight little points. You whimper as he starts rocking against you in earnest, a whimper which sounds too loud to your ears and startles you back into awareness.
“No.”
“C’mon, we can be quick,” he nuzzles into your neck, fingers tugging at the waistband of your sweatpants. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
“We get caught by Tatum?” You press gently at his shoulders.
“She won’t catch us,” He pouts as you shake your head again. “Come on, you trust me don't you?”
“Course I do, but not wanting to fuck you with people so close has nothing to do with trusting you.”
“You trust me?” He sounds genuinely surprised and you pull back a little to look at him.
“Yes? I-,” You didn't realise that had been a serious question. “Why wouldn't I?”
He shrugs but doesn’t answer, his shoulders tense as he leans forward to boop your nose. “Sooooo, kiss?”
“No way.” You shake your head and for some reason he takes that as an invitation to move closer, crowding you against counter and trapping you in his arms as he leans into your space.
“Just a little one?”
You glance towards the kitchen door. “What’s got into you??” You hiss giving a push to his shoulders, frowning when he doesn't move back. “Stu fuck sake, no.”
"Come on. Just a little peck.” He puckers his lips and your lips betray you, twitching into a small smile.
“You're insane,” You sigh, but something dark flickers across his face at your words, a slight frown appearing on his face. More than a little surprised that he’s taken offence to that, you relent. “You’re so needy. Fine.” You lean forward pressing your lips to his as quick as you can, but he has other ideas. A hand snaking into your hair as you try to pull away, pushing himself flush against you as his tongue forces its way into to your mouth. You’re sure he’s not trying to be rough, but he’s so strong, so demanding as he swipes his tongue along your bottom teeth in a clumsy kiss that you can’t stop the little pained whimper that escapes your throat. He groans as he breaks the kiss, panting hard as he rests his forehead against yours.
“Let’s fuck. C’mon, I'll be quick, so quick.”
“Wow. Real enticing but no.” You give him a half hearted glare, pushing hard against his shoulders but you have a sneaking suspicion he only takes a step backwards because he wants to, not because you were genuinely strong enough to encourage him backwards.
You turn back to the sink, foolishly thinking Stu had gotten the hint and was going to leave you alone. You heard Stu mumble your name as he moved closer again, a hard smack to your ass making you flinch. You yelp but Stu just chuckles at your reaction before his hands curl around your ribs and settle on your hips.
“You’re so sexy,” he half whispered into your ear. “Domestic. It’s like coming home to my sweet little wife doing the dishes after making me dinner.”
You went still as his hands crawled under the hem of your t-shirt, grasping your hips and pulling your ass back against him. You could feel how hard he was under his jeans.
“Come on, let me,” he breathed into your hair as his hand snaked around your front and slipped into your sweatpants, one foot slipping between yours to push them apart. He slipped his fingers along your folds and you gasped as he pressed against your clit. “No panties? Perv.”
“You made me take them off when you got here!” Brain and body are not agreeing with a course of action. You shouldn’t be doing this but you want it, want him. You can feel yourself growing slicker and wetter from his touch.
“And? Your house. You could have got more.”
You don’t answer because he’s right. You could have but sometimes it was just easier to go along with him. Less exhausting to let him get his way. You gripped the counter as he moved his hand, sliding one finger into you with ease. You squeaked and immediately bit down on your bottom lip, you really had to be quiet. He pushed you forward, a hand on your shoulder as his finger curled, shifting his grip until the heel of his hand pressed against your clit.
“I've wanted to do this for ages. You think someone will walk in?” he huffed, frustration and excitement in his voice as he slid his finger from your cunt, tugging your sweatpants down your thighs. “You’re wet enough right? Gonna explode if I don’t get inside you right now.”
You’re probably not, and most definitely not ready to take his cock but you find yourself nodding anyway as he let go of your hip, muttering under his breath as he tugged at his jeans. “Tay is right there, this is so hot.”
You don’t want to think about Tatum right now but before you can tell him to shut up he gives you another punishing slap to your ass. You hiss, a few choice words leaving your lips but he just chuckles and holds your hips still as he strokes the head of his cock over your slit, lubing himself up. He prodded your entrance and you tensed, your walls tightening involuntarily at just the thought of his intrusion. He pushed gently until you stretched around his tip and then he pulled back.
“Quick and quiet ok?” He breaths in deeply as he presses his cock back to your entrance and you feel it twitch against you for only a moment before he pulls your hips back in time with a hard thrust of his own and he’s suddenly sheathed all the way inside.
It steals the air from your lungs, a half strangled moan falling from your lips at the burn. It hurts but it’s not unbearable but he’s moving before you have a chance to catch your breath, faster and harder than you’re ready for. Pushing you forward to bend fully at the waist, your hands gripping hard onto the edge of the sink as you try to keep yourself steady.
“So good,” he hisses. You can only just hear him as he mutters under his breath. “you feel so good, fuck I want her to see, see how well you take my cock.”
Stu keeps you balanced on a knife edge between pain and pleasure, his pace fast and rough. It’s clear he’s focused on his own pleasure, no talented slender fingers against your clit to help you enjoy this too. He’s using you, huffing and panting behind you as he chases his own climax.
His hand slides across your ass, soothing the redden mark left by his palm and lets his thumb slide between your cheeks to press against your asshole.
You tense immediately, there’s absolute no way. You can’t take him there, not without real preparation. “Don’t.”
“Spoilsport.” He relents though, hands returning to grip your hips as he ruts into you, the wet lurid shlick sounding way too loud for the quiet of the kitchen.
You flinch as you hear Tatum’s voice, instinctively trying to pull away from Stu but his grip tightens, a hand on the back of your neck holding you down as Tatum yells for more beer, followed quickly by Billy’s voice asking for the same. You huffed but Stu kept on, if anything hearing Tatum seemed to make him fuck you harder.
“On the way!” he yelled back, pinching your ass hard as he does, turning your objecting words into a pained squeal. “You gotta cum or they’re going to catch us bunny,” His voice dropping as he murmurs to you. “You need me to help you?”
The patronising lilt is hard to ignore but you don’t care as you nod, grasping onto his wrist as he finally slides a hand between your legs to swirl his fingers over your clit.
His thrusts are quick and rough, and with the added stimulation of his fingers on your clit your orgasm rises fast. When he snaps his hips and drives you harder against the counter, the pain across your hips and stomach ignites the pleasure coiling through your belly. You cum hard, toes curling and muscles tensing up, your eyes squeezing shut at the sharp spike of pleasure.
Stu groans as you clench and flutter around him. Good girl and little slut falling from his lips as your exhausted body slumps against the counter and you try to catch your breath. Tears prickle at the corners of your eyes at the borderline painful overstimulation as his pace starts to falter.
“Fuck, fuck, almost there. Tighten up baby, make me cum,” The grip he had on your hip was defiantly leaving bruises, your back arching and your walls clamping down hard around him at the first bite of his nails breaking your skin. “That’s it, shit-,”
You flinched again at the sound of Tatum’s impatient voice telling him to hurry up but Stu shuddered with an almost desperate whine.
“Yes, yes!” He yelled, his arm snaking around your waist, shoving your t-shirt up over your hips to squeeze your breast. “I’m coming!”
You could hear the amusement in his voice and you knew he’d be anticipating with great joy at being able to explain his joke to Billy later.
“Gonna send you back out there covered in me.” He pulled out and groaned; not registering what he meant until you felt warm wetness splutter up over your back, a torrent of swears in your head as you felt his cum pool in the small of your back.
“Fuck,” Stu turned and snatched the dishcloth up off the side of the sink and wiped himself, tucking his cock back in his jeans, one hand sliding up over your ass and up your spine, smearing his cum into your skin.
You turned quickly, tugging your sweatpants up and grimacing as the fabric stuck to your wet skin. You needed a shower. Could you have one without your guests thinking it was weird? You felt a little unstable on your wobbly legs but do your best to glare at Stu.
“Hot right?” He grins as you shake your head. “Liar. Nearly snapped my dick off with how hard you came.”
“They could, Stu, we-,” You sigh. Now the adrenaline and pleasure was sated the mixture of paranoia, guilt and embarrassment made you stumble over your words. You can’t believe you just let him do that. With his girlfriend just down the hall.
“So cute when you get like this. Can’t talk, bunny? I fuck you that good?” He coos as you close your eyes, still feeling a little unsteady. He pinches your cheek hard and you bat him away.
“Fuck you.”
“Just did that, baby,” He reaches out to squeeze your breast, grinning wildly as you swat his hand away with a little more force. “Grab the beers ok?” He gives you a quick kiss on the forehead before he steps away. “Gotta get back out to my adoring public before they come looking for me.”