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"Stan! Dude what the fuck was that?! That was awesome!" Kyle's voice rang out from the other side of his headphones, the faded red device loosely hanging off his neck.
Stan felt his lips tug up into a small smirk at the praise, ever ease to please he felt pride swelling up in his chest. His controller clicking under his thumb’s commands, the computer in front of him flashing different colors and scenes. A normal night for Stan and his friends over discord playing whatever game they were invested in at the moment, the only difference was the fact you were lying in his bed curled up in his blankets. It was difficult enough getting internet out to the farm much less company, but you always found a way to visit him on the weekends; it got easier when Stan finally got his license and a beaten up old pickup truck from his Uncle Jimbo.
The two of you made plans back on Wednesday to spend the weekend with each other, so you packed a bag and waited for him to pull up to your driveway. Now here you were, listening to him play with his friends and absent-mindedly scrolling through your phone looking for something to entertain you. After closing out of the mind-numbing apps for the fourth or fifth time, you finally set the device down on the nightstand next to you. A small smile playing at your lips when you tune back into their conversation, happy that Stan wore his headphones around his neck so you could feel included.
"Kenny I'm sorry are we playing a co-op game or are we fucking baby-sitting you? You do know what co-op means right?!" Eric's voice was the easiest to pick out, aside from the discord icon lighting up, it was always him shrieking at someone or bragging about how he was carrying the team.
"Fatherless behavior." - it wasn't Kenny's voice but an audio clip that responded to him, a little icon of something you couldn't quite see from where you were laying popped up on Stan's other monitor.
"Fuck you, Kenny!"
"Guys please-" Poor Kyle should have known his attempts to stop the boys from fighting would only make Eric turn his attention to him.
It was a cycle that would never break, and both you and Stan agreed that at least it was the one consistent thing in your lives. It may get annoying at times but at least it was entertaining at others. You chuckled and brought the pillow you were laying on closer to your chest, content with just watching Stan play the first-person shooter. Sometimes you would join in, but most times it was just more fun to watch him goof off with his friends and hear them rip each other’s throats out while Stan tried to keep the group together.
However, your little chuckle caused Stan to look back at you with his brow raised; a playful smirk on his lips as he tuned the guys out. He reached up to push a button on the side of his phones, his slender fingers tapping the sides of the plastic causing the dim green light that wrapped around the housing of the headphones to turn red. The old office chair he sat in creaked as he leaned back in it, his legs spread open just enough to be comfortable.
"What are you giggling about over there, hm?" Stan's voice was soft as he smiled at how adorable you looked in his bed, his eyes trailing down to the oversized T-shirt you stole from him.
It really was his favorite things all bundled up in one, you and you in his clothes while lying in his bed. Ever since the two of you started dating Stan's insisted you wear his jacket or his hat when it got too cold; over time it evolved into him "forgetting" his shirts or boxers at your place. Not that you were complaining, on nights where you couldn't sleep or felt extra lonely wearing his shirt felt like he was there wrapping his arms around you, it didn't compare to the real thing, but it was enough to remind you he cares. You felt giddy just feeling his eyes on you now, choosing to stick your tongue out at him before responding.
"Maybe I'm laughing at you~! Kill ratio is looking kinda low there babes." You respond as you snuggle further into the blankets to avoid his narrowing gaze.
Stan pursed his lips at your little comment, but it wasn't long before his smirk spread back across his lips, unable to even pretend to be mad at you for long. Using his foot, he pushed off the floor and spun back around towards his computer, "Go back to being cute."
"I never stopped!" You responded almost too quickly, popping up from the little cocoon of blankets you made for yourself.
"Hm, I dunno cute ratio is looking kinda low over there babes." He chuckled as he threw your words back at you, eyes focused on his screen.
So focused he didn't hear as you got up and gasped, the fake hurt going unnoticed as it was drowned out by the sound of Kenny giggling. Your bottom lip poking out as you watched him go back to the flashing lights of the victory screen. You pad across his room, leaving the warmth of the blankets behind to face the cool crisp air of his room. Why he liked to leave his window open wasn't really a question evident by the ashtray next to the window.
If you wanted more attention you were going to have to act fast, the victory screen would only last for so long. When you finally got over to where he was lounging you crawled into his lap, choosing to throw your legs over him to straddle him. Stan was shocked but only for a moment as he raised his arms to adjust to the sudden addition to his lap, the warmth of his body immediately engulfing you as his arms moved to wrap around your waist. His fingers tapped the side of your thigh, a silent warning that his mic was unmuted when you looked up to see the red light turned back to green. You only rolled your eyes and smirked back at him which he responded with a warning glance.
"Hi boys!" You called out, watching as Stan's icon lit up.
Immediately Kyle and Kenny responded with their own greetings, happy to hear from you. Eric must have been in a good mood from winning because he was even civil enough to grunt out a, "Hello."
"Got the boo thing over and you're choosing to play with us still? Stan I'm...touched, moved, and... disappointed all at the same time~." Kenny's teasing rang out causing you to giggle a little, the mic picking it up of course.
"Come on man..." Stan grumbled in return as he watched your face light up, cute ratio was definitely going up, "just lay down." His hand came up to cup the back of your neck guiding you back down to his chest.
"Do you want us to let you go man?" It was Kyle's turn to laugh, even his best friend couldn't resist teasing Stan a little, especially when it came to you.
Stan rolled his eyes again, but they fell on you, as if he was handing the question off to you. Your heart fluttered a little at the thought, the blue in his eyes falling onto yours with a little glint of something you couldn't put your finger on. You smiled at how considerate he was being, maybe it was a small gesture but that's what you liked the most about your relationship with Stan, it was the small things that added up. Quietly asking you if you wanted him to jump off the game to spend time with you, but you were more than content with this. This was spending time with him, sitting in a room while you listened to him do the things he loved even if you didn't say much. You knew he was waiting for a response, so you quickly shook your head up at him and then laid your head back down on his chest.
Stan felt his heart swell at that, how did he get someone as amazing as you? He smiled and pressed a kiss into your temple before responding, "Nah I'm good, que up the next game Kenny."
"Boo! Alright, not like I've got someone in my bed so I'm not the one missing out." Kenny chided; his tone still light with teasing.
You couldn't stop the little giggle that brushed past your lips as you swung your leg back and forth, your legs not quite long enough to reach the ground. You closed your eyes as you went back to listening to the boys talk about the game, school, and just about anything they felt like, not caring that you were there and that you could probably hear them. That filled you with a sense of belonging, it felt good that Stan's friends were comfortable enough with Stan having you around that they could just be themselves. It made you feel like you were adopted into their little group and that you didn't just force them to like you because you were Stan's partner.
Laying in his lap meant that you had to sit still for the most part, apart from swinging your leg you couldn't move around too much, or you'd mess Stan up. While the thought of being a brat was tempting, tonight you just wanted to be close to him. Stealing his warmth and listening to his heartbeat, the way it sped up ever so slightly as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. His breath hitches slightly when your lips graze over the pulse point, the way his eyes try to stay focused on the game in front of him. Maybe you were feeling the need to tease him a little, the small bit of attention he gave you a minute ago fueling your actions.
"Babe." He warned, it wasn't a scolding yet more of a suggestion for you to stop.
"Sorry. Good luck kisses for your game." You whispered so the mic wouldn't pick you up, unaware that he already muted himself again.
"Hm. In that case, do it right."
"Huh? But you're-"
You were cut off by the feeling of his lips on yours, it wasn't anything passionate or breath taking but it was quick little ones that were unexpected. Lips peppering yours over and over as he tried to multitask until the last one lingered a little longer than the others. You could feel Stan's smirk grow with each little kiss and each time he pulled away you would chase after his lips trying to keep them on yours. You let out a little whine when he didn't continue, already missing the feeling of his slightly chapped lips.
"Look at that, looks like the good luck kisses worked. We won that round too~" His smirk didn't falter if anything your whines only fueling him to continue to tease you.
"Then you better get more! You never know that luck could run out Stan." You shoot back, leaning closer until your chest was pressed against his.
"Can't have that, maybe I need a little more than good luck kisses." His eyes dropped down, lowering as he took in the sight of you.
You, who looked so cute in his lap. How your thighs were close to shaking because they struggled to straddle him properly, how he could feel how soft you felt through the long black shorts he wore. His hand trailed up your thighs, exploring what the t-shirt had covered. Stan hummed happily as his fingertips brushed over the soft cotton of your underwear, of course you were sitting in his lap wearing nothing but his shirt and that. God he was a lucky man.
"And what would that be? Good luck hugs? Goooood luck bunny kisses-", you emphasized your question by leaning forward and rubbing your nose over his, "maybe good luck make out sesh?" As you finished brushing the tip of your nose over his you leaned up ghosting your lips over his.
Stan's eyes bounced between you and the screen, when it finally changed to the victory screen, he sat his controller down and wrapped his arms back around you. His lips crashing down onto yours, caging you in his arms so you couldn't escape him. The teasing was affecting him more then he thought, the mere mention of making out causing him to break. So caught up in the way his lips felt against yours, you barely had time to register the fact he had already slipped down your underwear passed your thighs. When his teeth found purchase on your bottom lip his hand tapped the back of your thighs giving the silent command to lean up, which you obliged happily. Pulling a soft gasp from you, he eagerly tossed them to the side discarding the pesky obstacle.
Stan's tongue snuck out from behind his teeth towards yours, sliding past your teeth and twining around your tongue. The taste of cheap cigarettes and whatever sugary drink he had been sipping on throughout the night danced around between your tongues. The way his mouth worked against yours sent your head into a dizzy spin, the little groans and sighs of pleasure going straight to your core. Only when his lungs began to burn did the kisses die down, the heated kisses turning to gentle kisses on the corner of your mouth. His chest heaving slightly from all the excitement, and you could feel just how excited he was. His excitement pressing into the inner parts of your thigh, you bit your lower lip as his own trailed down from your cheek to your neck.
"Baby~ wanna try something with you. You trust me?" He broke you out of your haze, his voice breathy and low.
"Wh... what do you have in mind?" You responded by putting your hands on his chest sliding up and down to try and anchor yourself.
"M'match is about to start again but I don't wanna stop. Want you to cock warm me, wanna feel you wrapped around my cock all good and tight for me." His request turned to praise, his words slurring slightly as he continued attacking your neck with little bites and kisses.
You let out a strained noise as his teeth left multiple love marks on your skin, the way he sounded so needy made you buck your hips. Your fingertips slipped under his shirt meeting his warmth, fingernails scraping the muscles on his chest. Trying to verbally respond to him proved futile so you chose to nod, but you suppose the small whimper that he pulled from you was an answer too.
"That's my pretty baby. So good for me, hold on, I've got ya." He whispered praise after praise as he lifted you up onto his desk.
Fumbling with his draw strings, he cursed as the boys continued to chat away in his ear. It was hard to concentrate with their crude humor and drawn-out conversations, but more so because of the way you looked so perfect sitting on his desk. He groaned when you pressed your thighs together squirming impatiently and the way your eyes devoured every movement he made. Shoving the smooth material down along with his boxers, he let out a sigh of relief as his cock bobbed free. The throbbing member bouncing and pulsing caused your mouth to water slightly, Stan wasn't a monster, but he didn't need to be.
Lengthy enough to fill you up and push against those soft spots that made your toes curl, thick enough to remind you that you were filled with his cock. Once he sat back down, he pulled you back into his lap, the angry red tip nudging against your entrance. Once again, those beautiful midnight blue eyes staring up at you before going further, a quiet check in to make sure you were still alright. You'd smile at how sweet he was if he wasn't purposely teasing you by bouncing you on his lap. Your nails dug into his shoulder, gripping the worn material of his shirt before giving him a quick nod.
"Stanley please baby, j-just...just do something please!" Your begging was exactly what he needed, what he was looking for.
The hand that wasn't digging its nails into your ass, slid to your hips to help guide you down the length of his cock. Biting his bottom lip, Stan muffled any noise that threatened to spill much to your annoyance. That feeling was quickly replaced with relief and pleasure as his cock pushed further deep inside you. You let out a breathy moan as how could he felt finally plugging you up, once you were sheathed perfectly down onto him, he rewarded you with his own moan.
"Fuck, there we go. Hm... that’s it now just, c'mere." He muttered past the need to moan again, laying your head back down against his chest. There you were back where you started, with your legs sprawled out and your head on his chest. Only this time his heart was soaring, and his cock was molding your insides to fit him.
No matter how many times the two of you found comfort in each other he was always so gentle and careful with you. There of course were times where he was a little rough, but it was the gentle slow love making that was Stan's favorite. So, it shouldn't have come as a surprise that he'd want to try cock warming eventually, still you didn't expect it to be that much of a turn on for the both of you.
Stan was being scolded by the guys for standing around and doing nothing, which he quickly blamed on the fact that he wasn't at his desk. A lie but not necessarily a bad one, when asked what he was doing he responded with a scoff and a sputter that he was just getting water. He had to run down to the kitchen, that's why he was so out of breath. He couldn't really bring himself to care if they believed him or not, not by the way you felt so good around him and the way you tried to subtly move your hips to get some kind of friction. You couldn't even wait one match, couldn't behave long enough for him to talk to his friends after you told him it was okay.
Stan's brows furrowed and his eyes anchored to yours for a moment before he growled, it was low and soft enough that luckily his mic didn't pick it up. His breath ghosting across the shell of your ear, "Stay still, don't move your hips."
"Stan please." You were already reduced to a begging mess, and he hadn't even fucked you yet, not properly.
You felt your face heat up at the way he nipped your ear and gave your ass a firm squeeze, you had to bite your lip as to not let out a cry. His mic wasn't muted, and you would be in so much trouble if the guys heard you moaning. Maybe that would be a fun little experiment for another day, but for now you were to focused on the way his cock throbbed inside you. Before he decided to pull this, these matches seemed to go by so quick, now they felt dragged out almost agonizingly slow. You became painfully aware of everything, the way his breathing got ragged every time he slightly moved his hips or when you adjusted yourself trying to keep your legs from falling asleep.
They were on the last match, Kyle had to go to bed early tonight and Stan never felt so thankful for his friend and his strict sleep schedule. While he loved this, loved the way you felt, loved the way you were just as much of a wreck as he was, loved the way you were all but begging for him to end this; he was having a hard time focusing. His cock was beginning to ache, wanting nothing more than to push you back down on his desk and take you until you were completely broken by him. Soft, sweet, gentle love making be damned right now he wanted you carnally.
"Baby. Sweetheart, I'm sorry now for what I'm going to do to you when this is over." Stan whispered, creating some sort of friction between the both of you when he leaned forward to whisper in your ear again.
Your eyes rolled up to the back of your head from that alone, how he could say something sound so genuine, and it send shivers down your spine. That and the aching feeling dulled down to a buzz when he finally moved, when you didn't moan or make a sound, he rewarded you with a small buck of his hips. You opened your mouth and let out a silent gasp, breathing in deeply and out slowly, you looked up at him with tears threatening to spill from your eyes. It was too much, and you needed something not this teasing. You needed him.
"Don't cry baby, I'm gonna give you want you want in just a moment. Keep being good for me, you can do that can't you? Yeah? Why don't you tell me what you want, got the mic muted no one is gonna hear you but me pretty." The pet names spilled from his lips as he gripped his controller, practically white knuckling the cheap piece of plastic in his hands.
Your head was in the clouds, but you had to answer. Hearing him talk like that to you was probably your favorite part of all this. He was drunk off you, addicted to you and it made him spew filth and the promise of more.
"Stan, I want you to- want you to fuck me. Need you, need you so bad!" You tried to answer in one clear answer but as soon as you started speaking, he wrapped his arms around you crushing you against his chest, his hips arched up to grind up against your core.
"Yeah? Like the feeling of my cock pulsing in you like this? I don't even give a fuck about this match anymore; all I can think about is that pretty hole trying to choke my cock." His teasing turned to growling as he heard the way you finally moaned.
Now that you knew the mic was muted you had no trouble letting him know just how you felt, what he was doing to you. It wasn't fair that he got to move his hips, but he scolded you for moving yours, you rolled your hips back only to push forward against him causing him to slam his hands down on the desk along with his controller. The loss screen with his name at the bottom of the screen was a distant thought or care. Stan's hands flew to his keyboard typing a quick good night and his shaky hand clicked out of discord ending the call.
The minute you heard that familiar disconnect you felt your body jerk, your eyes finally meeting his. The look in his eyes made you visibly shiver, the way they darkened and the way his jaw tensed made you realize just how much trouble you were in. Maybe you were feeling very bad tonight. His hands flew to your waist picking you up again as if you weighed nothing to him, your gasps from his cold desk hitting your back were cut off by a loud moan. His mouth immediately going to the side of your neck left unmarked by him. Stan pulled out of you leaving just the tip of his cock only to quickly slam it back into your weeping hole. Your body having to adjust quickly to the way he bullied your insides, his member forcing your walls to take whatever he gave you.
"Couldn't fucking- ha couldn't fucking wait for me to finish my game. You had to be a needy whore, but fuck if I don't love you like this." Emphasizing each word with his brutal pace you could feel your back sliding up further against the desk.
The wooden furniture piece hit the wall with a fast-paced rhematic thud but neither Stan nor you could care right now. Your fingers intertwined through his raven locks, one of the few instances where he wasn't wearing his hat. You tugged his hair down to the roots pulling a moan from him. As much as he wanted to draw this out, keep you whining and whimpering for his cock, he could feel his balls tighten and his hips stutter.
"Need you to come around my cock pretty, need you- need you to let go. Cum for me."
That was it, that was all you needed to hear. Your stomach was wound up so tightly and knotted that when he gave you the order, it finally snapped and you came. With your walls clenching around him; he didn't think he could feel any better and how wrong he was. Stan's hands flew up to yours pinning them down to the desk below him, fingers interlocking with yours, he held them as he chased his own high. Once he knew you got yours, he focused on himself, using your spent hole for himself. Finally, he felt the wave come crashing down as he gave one final thrust, the tip of his cock slipping out just in time to paint your thighs with his thick cum.
"H-ha. Haa... shit... fuck sweetheart, you did so good. Took me so well." Stan was babbling at this point, gently floating back down from that wonderful, wonderful high.
In his love drunk state, he pressed his forehead against yours, sweaty from the vigorous love making you both just had, he whispered praise after praise. When he finally caught his breath, he tucked himself back into his shorts before giving you a quick kiss. When you whined from the loss of contact, he just chuckled and pushed your hair back out of your face. "Hold on, I need to clean you up." Stan's voice was so gentle and soft you swear you could feel it on your skin.
Watching him walk towards his dresser, he pulled the drawer open and pulled out a clean towel. After wiping you down and making sure you weren't sore from laying on the desk for too long, he carried you back to bed. With a grunt he flopped down on the bed next to you, arms finding your waist to pull you back against him. You let out a little giggle and snuggled back into him, pressing your body up against his. You fit together like pieces of a puzzle when he snuggled you, everything just felt right.
"You still lost your last match, lowest kills too." You giggled as the comfortable silence fell over you two.
Stan only groaned and bit your shoulder causing you to yelp out in surprise. Maybe you were onto something about those lucky kisses.