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You hear a groan through the walls.
Sighing, you put down the book you were reading and head for the door. Twisting the knob, you come face-to-face with the love of your life.
..Who currently looks so exhausted you're genuinely concerned for him.
“Bad day with the portal?” You smile, letting him collapse into you. You can't say you didn't miss this, it's been weeks since you two had any alone time together.
He's heavy, barely holding up his own weight. “Alright big guy, let's get you to bed. Shoes off.”
He grumbles, lazily kicking off his shoes before he's all over you again. You lead him to bed, the both of you collapsing as you topple over from his weight onto the mattress.
“Ya makin’ fun of me?” He grins, shoving his face into the crook of your neck; taking in your scent. “Oh, come on. You know I didn't mean it that way, handsome.”
He shivers at the sudden contact of your fingers on his scalp, hugging you tighter. Fuck, he really needed this.
“You okay?”
“Jus’ need you right now.” He mumbles, squeezing you a little more.
“Yeah?”
“Mm.” You continue running your hands through his hair, jolting a little when you feel him nip at your neck.
“Stan!” You whisper yell, grinning a little. “Can't help myself, sorry.” You kiss his forehead,
“..I really like this.”
“Hm?”
“You know, being here with you. God, holding you feels like a dream.” You cup the lower portion of his jaw with your hand, the other still on his scalp. His face starts to heat up.
He loves this. He would rather die than admit it, though.
“I don't know how I got so lucky.” You run your hands through his hair, “To be here with the most outrageous and stubborn man,”
“So lucky.”
“Shh… Shut up. You didn’t let me finish.” You jokingly put a finger near his mouth to shut him up. “...But also, with the sweetest,”
You lift his head up a little, taking a moment to admire his face; eyes flicking from his eyes to his lips. “Most caring,” He melts as you give him a kiss, “Wonderful man.” He buries his face back into your neck, then slides down to your chest, laying there looking ever so satisfied.
With every little praise that comes out of your mouth, he finds himself at the mercy of your tongue. It's embarrassing, he thinks. That the man who managed to woo you over with his confidence and bravado, his shameless flirting..
Could be so turned on by what you're saying that it's genuinely hard for him to think; just thinking hard enough to control his breathing to keep you from knowing. It's embarrassing how hard his dick is right now without you even touching him.
He really needed this, but he needs more right now. It just occurred to him now that he could feel how nice you feel beneath him. Feeling the softness of your tits on his face, he nuzzles his face deeper into you, making you yelp and giggle; muttering his name under your breath. He can’t take this, god. He can feel how heavy he is as he feels you squirm underneath him. He’d like to make you squirm another way, too.. What? No, no, hold on. What in the god damn fuck is happening to him right now-?
“–Stan? You're burning up, are you okay?” Your hand was still on his chin, lifting it up a little to make him look at you. His face was red and his eyes glazed over, desperate, almost. He was sweating a little.
“Y– ..Yeah. Don't worry about it, sweetcheeks. All good here.” He answers.
“You sure? I can make us some tea if you want? You look tired.” Fuck. This domestic shit really was getting to him.
“No really, ‘m fine, don't worry.”
“Whatever you say, Stan.” Fuck, he loved it when you said his name. You shift uncomfortably, trying to fix your position. Unfortunately for Stan, you managed to shift in a way that made it impossible for him to ignore his hard-on any longer.
And there, it clicked.
“You sure nothing's bothering you, Mr. Mystery?” You tease, feeling the bulge of his pants on your thigh; starting to get flustered yourself. He nips at your neck, and you can feel the burn of his cheeks on you. You let out a sigh as he grips onto you.
He spreads your legs apart for easier movement, nipping at your neck once again, causing you to jolt a little. You whine, letting him take control. His hand slides down and finds the hem of your shirt,
“Can I?” He asks, eagerly waiting for your answer. His eyes are completely glazed over, focused entirely on you. You quickly nod your head, his rough fingers immediately going underneath your shirt.
You moan out, covering your mouth at the volume as he lifts you up and leans you against the bed frame. Your legs are spread out in front of him, his figure looming over you. Hand still under your shirt, his other hand finding its way on the inner of your thigh.
You can feel his hot breath on your neck, taking in your touch. So needy. You're a little disappointed when he takes his hands off of you for a moment to focus on the waistband of your shorts.
His eyes flicker to yours for approval, in which you respond with a nod. He wastes no time pulling down your shorts, basically ripping them off. It's unusual for him to be so desperate for you, usually it's the other way around. Your guess is that today just really wasn't a good day.
Either way, you can't get over just how much he's absolutely fucking worshipping you right now; you take note that he only took your shorts off, not your underwear. His hands are back under your clothes, exploring your body as if it'd be another thousand years until he'd be able to touch you again. Rough, calloused hands caressing your skin, making you shiver; eventually finding their place on your hips, holding them down.
He has you pinned on the bed, his body hovering over you. Your legs are spread, hugging his waist.
A soft kiss comes upon your lips, contrasting the roughness of his hands on you. It's not long before the kiss grows more passionate; fiery and desperate. He slips his tongue in, a hand creeping up to your face and cupping it.
He moans against your mouth, getting lost in the feeling of your skin against his. He pulls away and you let out a sound of disappointment.
“Stan..” It barely takes him a second to realize that you needed him right now as much as he needed you. He sits up, pulling you up with him; a confused expression on your face.
He smirks, placing his thumb at the bottom of your lips; his hand cupping your face and you just can't help but melt into his touch, your lips parting ever so slightly.
“Come on, gorgeous. Open up.” You obey, and he wastes no time slipping his thumb inside your mouth.
“So fuckin’ pretty..” He goes further down, pressing his thumb down at the further part of your tongue. You can feel yourself drool, and you flush from embarrassment.
His other has is still firmly planted at your hip, his fingers playing with your underwear, almost teasing you. Your hands are planted at his chest, one hand fisting the fabric of his shirt.
His dick twitches at the sight of you; eyes glazed over, legs shaking, basically begging for him to be inside you already. Not like he's doing any better.
He slides out his thumb from your mouth, licking in clean. He unzips his pants, fumbling a little. He almost loses his composure when he feels your hands take over.
You're red in the face, “I.. I said I'd take care of you, didn't I?” Pushing him forward, he sits up as you straddle him; sitting on his lap, you can feel his dick twitch against the fabric of his pants.
You let his length out, relishing in the heat the both of you shared together. You decide to take it a little slower, more intimate and sensual more than anything.
His brain is foggy, the last remaining piece of his conscience focusing entirely on you; the way your hand cups his face, the other running a hand through his hair and—
“h— hhah…” He lets out an embarrassing whimper as he feels your fingers gently tug on his hair.
“Come on, pretty boy, just a little more. Come on.” Fuck. His hands grip on your hips once more.
Your fingers pull your underwear to the side, teasing him with the temptation of you. Fuck, he needed you. He needed you so bad . You were soaked. You take off your underwear and gently push him further onto his back.
Without placing him inside you, you start to slowly stroke him, moving your hips in a way where your wet pussy slowly ran up and down his dick.
You kiss him on the jaw, “You want me, don't you?” Your hand runs down his neck, feeling him grow ever so slightly underneath you; pulsating against you.
His precum is leaking out, and you know he's not going to last long.
“I love you..” You mumble out, earning a muffled moan from him as he tries to cover it up with his hand. “I love you, I love you… Stanley, I love you.” You slowly start to roll your hips against him, his eyes rolling back from the pleasure.
God damn it, stop that.
“B.. Baby, if you– h- hh… k-keep doing that, I-I'm gonna… Fuck..”
You slow down, stopping altogether after a few moments. Slowly, you lower your upper body down to him. He can feel your nipples through your shirt.
“Sweetheart–”
You cut him off with a kiss on the lips, starting to once again. This time, however, with the intent of making him cum so hard he loses his mind.
You start slow, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Well, to you maybe; but to him? Absolute heaven .
He can't bring himself to take control this time, to make you his. He doesn't know why. How weak of a man is he if he can't even take control of this situation? To make you feel as good as you make him?
“-Stan?”
Oh but he can't really think about that right now, can he? When you're so pretty rutting your pussy against him like this? Making him feel so good without even doing much of anything. Praising him, treating him as if he was delicate. He doesn't remember the last time someone treated him like this, actually, he's not sure he's ever been.
He can barely finish that thought when he's pulled back to reality. You picked up the pace, not too fast, not too slow.
“Oh Honey…” You say, voice low and soft, “Fuck, I feel like I'm going to cum, just from this.”
Your breath hitches, “Y– ..You're a-amazing… Just amazing..” He pants, mouth parting a little. Fuck, this is really doing it for him. He doesn't know why this is affecting him so much.
Maybe it's the praise, maybe it's the wet sounds of your pussy going up and down him. Soft, warm, and slick. Damn it, he feels like he's about to cum.
“Fuck, Stan. I-.. ha .. I really meant it, you know. When I said I loved you. I love you so much.” There was so much more to be said, but your cock-drunk brain couldn't put it all into words. “I.. I love you, Stanley. I love you, I love you, I love you…” You continue on, eventually ending up muttering.
He can't take it anymore. He suddenly slams his lips against yours, hot cum shooting up onto both of your shirts, absolutely ruining them in the best way possible. He's gripping onto your hips, slowly grinding his dick against your pussy.
It suddenly becomes apparent that he's trying to muffle his moans and whines by kissing you. His tip is still ever so slightly leaking cum, dripping down onto his shirt.
He eventually breaks that kiss, hiding his face on the crook of your neck. The two of you sit there for a while, almost out of breath.
He mumbles something after a while that you didn't quite catch, his grip on you tightening as if he were about to manhandle you. Actually, you wouldn't mind at all but..
“Hm?” Was all you could muster up,
“Time to return the favour.”
“Wh-”
Almost instantaneously, you're the one on your back. Your legs are spread out, your juices leaking from you and onto the bed sheets. All you can think about right now is his hot breath on your pussy.
He looks at you. Like a starved man being served a steak. He wets his lips, and god you wish he'd just get to the point already.
Placing a kiss on your thigh, he works his way up ever so slowly, caressing every part of your body, muttering to himself like he was the last man on earth; his mouth eventually reaching your core before stopping. He looks at your glistening, wet pussy with awe, as if he hadn’t completely and utterly destroyed you in the best ways possible before. It’s almost cute.
You can feel his warm breath against you. Needy, wanting.
Before you can say anything, he drags his fingers along your slit, breath heavy and panting as the sounds of your juices echoed throughout the room. He spreads you open with his fingers, exposing you to the cold night air.
You shiver, “Look at you.. So fuckin’ pretty, and for what ? Me ?” He mumbles. Whether he intended you to hear what he was saying or not, it seems that he’s been hypnotized just from the mere thought of being able to touch you like this. It’d be funny if you weren’t so goddamn horny right now.
“S.. Stan. St.. Stop- Hh- Stop teasing..” You whine out, frustrated and shamefully squirming, attempting to get his mouth (or maybe even his nose, honestly..) on your cunt.
Before you can process it, you suddenly feel his hot tongue between your folds, spreading you out as he flattens it over your whole pussy, licking up all your juices in one clean strip. You stutter out a moan, not expecting him to be so sudden with it.
“J-jesus fff.. Fucking christ, Stan.”
“Yeah he won’t be able to help you out here, Sweetheart.” He said between your folds. He said it in a way that made you shudder, not just because of the vibration, but also because of the way he sounded as he said it. You loved him, but god , he is such an asshole .
“You watch that mouth, pretty. You wanna cum, don’t ya?” You didn’t realize you said that part out loud, and now, it’s to your detriment.
You murmur in agreement.
“What was that? Couldn’t hear ya, Babe.” He asks, slowing down his pace, opting to instead tease your swollen clit with his tongue. “I.. I want to cum. Stanley… Please let me cum. I’ll be good. Please.”
Ohh. Yeah, that seems to have won over his favour. Because now, you’re gripping onto his hair like it’s your last lifeline as he gorges himself on your pussy. Nibbling and licking you clean, praising you under his breath, basically rambling at this point. He’s close. Is he really getting off on getting you off?
With every stroke of his tongue you can feel yourself getting closer and closer, his mouth is unrelenting and you know damn well that your legs aren’t going to work right next morning.
But.. this isn’t right. You don’t just want to cum around his tongue, make him do all the work, no, no, that won’t do.
So you stop him. You swear to god that you can hear this absolute hunk of a man whine as you pull him off of you. Like he’s being deprived of something that he’s been searching for all his life. It almost makes you go crazy, actually.
“Stanley. Get up on the bed. Now.” You say, panting and trying to keep your composure together.
“Shit, you don’t gotta tell me twice.” He stumbles a little as he gets up, his dick is leaking precum, and has been for a while now. “You have no idea what you do to me.” He says, groaning the moment his face hits the crook of your neck, his hands squeezing the outer part of your thighs as your mind begins to fog up once again.
He lets out a groan as you gently wrap your hands around the base of his throbbing cock, slowly pumping him until he’s actively trying not to fall apart in your hands, he’s moaning your name and slobbering and drooling all over your neck; he’s muttering apologies as you continue to stroke his sensitive dick. This shouldn’t turn you on as much as it should. “Fuck, I can’t-”
“Hm? Can’t what, baby? Can’t take it anymore? You want to be inside me?”
“Y-... You- ughh..” He can’t even get a word out. Well, you are still pumping his cock, so much so that he’s losing his mind, so you can’t really blame him.
“That better be a ‘yes’ coming out of your mouth, honey.” You scold him lightheartedly. Though, that only makes him twitch harder in your hand.
“..Y- Yes.” He finally relents, but as he does, you loosen your grip on him and slow down your pace.
“Wait-” He pleads,
“Not convincing enough, Stan. Come on, you know you can do better than that…”
He groans in frustration, “ Hahh - Please. Please, please, please let me be inside you, I’ll be good. Please. Please I’ll be so good, you won’t even have to do anything, please just let me cum inside of you please. I need you. I need to feel you around me, sweetheart, please.” He’s desperate, his face is redder than before, and his arousal seems to be overpowering his embarrassment. He’d beat himself up for it if his mind was clearer (like, seriously? You’re about to cum twice and you haven’t even made them cum once ? Absolutely pathetic.), but clearly, with what you’re doing to him at the moment, he can’t give a singular shit about that right now.
How the tables have turned. You smile, opening yourself up to him. “Good boy.”
He’s in heaven right now. He can finally die happy.
He slips himself against your folds, and you can see the ecstasy in his eyes and he rubs the tip of his cock against your slick. He’s big, you always forget that. It’s good that you got prepared first, but honestly, even without preparation you’d probably still be ready to take him from his voice and dirty talk alone.
He slowly slides himself in, and you’re pretty sure that both of your eyes are probably super blown out right now. Fuck, he’s stretching you out so good, your eyes almost roll back to the back of your head as small moans and whimpers escape from your lips, your back arching as you try to wrap your legs around him. He isn’t even done putting it in yet.
“Stan.. H- Oh-.. Stanley.. Hrm… Ha…” His thick cock is pushing into you, twitching and hardening even more at the feeling of your walls squeezing and sucking him in. He’s rambling again.
“H-.. Holy fuck you’re amazing. I need you. Need you forever, need to feel you squeeze around my cock. I need you in my life, I need you, fuck- I need you. Take care of me forever, take me forever, fff.. Fuck, let me cum inside you. Please. Please be mine. Please be mine and I’ll be yours, I swear. Hhhh… h- Ohh… please. Please, please let me be yours. I want to be yours. Please.. Please.” He rambles as he slides in and out of you, and it’s not long until he’s practically pounding your pussy so hard that you’re sure you’re going to wake up sore tomorrow morning.
He’s hugging you against him, making you squirm with delight as he ruts into your pussy like a bitch in heat. The sounds that fill that room are absolutely filthy, with both of your moans and sounds of pleasure mixing together. Your cunt’s wet sounds mixed with the slapping of skin is sickeningly sweet.
You can feel yourself getting closer, and you know Stan is too, from the way he’s mumbling out incoherent sentences.
Then, in an instant, you feel it. The sudden rush of pure euphoria and pleasure that washes over you as you feel him fuck deeper and deeper into you; you could only brokenly moan out his name as you feel him finish inside you as well, prolonging your orgasm by just a bit more. His cum fills you up to the brim, and he makes sure that you take it. You whine at the grip his has on you, he’s basically lifting up your hips for this.
“Gonna.. H- Hahh.. Gonna make you mine, S-Sweetheart. Mine. Only mine. F- Fuck… Y’never gonna th- think ‘bout anyone else… Mine..” He rambles about as he spills the last remaining drop of his cum inside you.
He drops on top of you, catching his breath. Well, the both of you, technically. It’s hard to immediately recover from sex like that .
“You’re amazin’.” He mumbles, his face buried in your neck.
“No, you are. That was amazing, showstopping even.” You pet his hair, kissing his temple. “I love you, Stan.” You know he won’t say it back, but he was never the type to anyw-
“Love ya too.”
Oh.
You feel your face heat up. Huh, what do you know? You liked that. You really liked that.
“...You still got one more round in you?” You ask, looking down at him with a mischievous grin.
“Hell yeah I do.” He grins back at you, already caressing the inside of your thigh.
This is going to be a long night.