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[mf-despair-queen]

Lying From You - Stuart Twombly

Author: @mf-despair-queen​

Characters: Stuart Twombly/Reader

Word Count: 4,212

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (female receiving), Public Sex, Car Sex, Mentions of Alcohol

Notes: This was actually a request >.> I hope ya’ll like it.

Request: Hi i was just wondering if you maybe could do imagine with stuart where him and reader are working in the google together and they had friends with benefits and reader got pregnant including smut sorry if this is too much and also sorry for my terrible english anyway thank you. :-)

Listen to me

You groaned, throwing the stick against the wall in frustration for the third time in the last hour. The little white stick clattered to the ground, the pink + sign mocking you. You sat on the toilet seat, running your hands through your hair.

“How the fuck did this happen?”

You tipped the shot back at the same time as the others, everyone letting out a massive cheer. Billy was waving down a stripper for another round of shots, the rest of you chatting happily amongst each other. Your mind buzzed with happiness, your eyes landing on Stuart sitting across from you. He looked perfect in the flashing lights of your favorite strip club, your pussy already beginning to ache for him.

You had a weird relationship with Stuart. Everyone swore you guys hated each other since you were always bickering about stupid things or glaring at each other from across the room. There always seemed to be some kind of tension between you, but that was probably the sexual tension you had for each other.

It started early in the internship, continuing and escalating once you got the job at Google. Spending evenings together, mindlessly fucking each other until you could barely walk the next day. That’s right, you had ended up as friends with benefits with this man. You never regretted it. It started as an accident when you were reviewing some notes one night at his apartment, finding yourself shoved into his couch with his cock buried deep inside of you. You never meant for it to happen, but you both agreed you needed the sexual release once in a while. Since that night, you had a weekly rendezvous to release your pent-up desire.

You couldn’t deny you had some feelings for the brown-eyed boy. But you resisted getting close. You didn’t want to ruin what you had with him, even if it was just sex.

Lyle stood up, wobbling sideways in his drunken state, breaking you from your thoughts about Stuart. “Hey guys. Lyle just wanted to say how much Lyle is really proud of how you guys did on this last project. You guys finished it WAY ahead of schedule, and it was such top quality. I’m just,” he paused, waving his hands wildly, “so glad to call you my team.” He put his hand out, raising it before anyone could follow his lead. “Team Lyle!”

Stuart carefully sat him back down, patting his shoulder. “Calm down there, tiger. We don’t need to get kicked out of the club yet. For the fifth time since we started.”

You giggled, catching Stuart’s eye. He licked his lips, running his hand through his hair. You were glad at this moment that he had forgone the beanie he normally wore, letting you admire the soft, chocolate brown hair that you rarely saw. He wore a simple blue button up shirt and some dark jeans. His whiskey brown eyes were covered by his black-rimmed glasses. You fought back a blush that was trying to fill your cheeks, getting caught up in staring at the perfect being in front of you.

You took a deep breath, taking another shot before standing up. “Who’s up for dancing?” Everyone cheered, Neha grabbing your hand and dragging you away. The others followed your lead, dispersing in the large crowd of people. You spent some time dancing with Neha, a group of guys watching you both dance together sexily. When a new song came on, one guy asked Neha to dance with him, leaving you alone.

You felt two arms wrap around your waist, kissing behind your ear. “You’re turning me on with all your dancing, Y/N.” Stuart’s deep voice hit your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. You leaned back into his chest, grinding your ass into him. He let out a groan, nipping at your earlobe. “Don’t start that. I won’t last till later.”

His words made you hot, your core craving contact with any part of him. You turned in his arms, looking up at his lustful gaze. “Well, maybe you don’t have to wait. My car is out back. What do you say we do one quick round of shots, then slip out for a few.”

He let out a groan, leading you to the bar. “Two shots!” He screamed to the bartender, looking back at you. He smiled up at him, messing with the collar of his shirt. He shuffled against the counter, pressing himself closer to you. “You’re not fair tonight. You wear this sexy dress,” he motioned to the red dress you were wearing, “on the night that we normally get together to fuck. You must be trying to tease me, baby.”

You grinned, thanking the bartender when he placed two shots on the counter. You lifted one glass, waiting for Stuart to do the same. You linked your arms, downing the bitter liquid simultaneously. You shook your head as the liquid slid down your throat, burning on its way down. Stuart laughed, his fingers entwining with yours, leading you out the back door towards your car.

His lips were on yours before you could make it to your car, your body pressed into the side of it roughly. His lips meshed with yours, his head tilted so he could easily engulf your lips with his. Your hands gripped at his shoulders, your nails digging into his shirt. His hands caressed your sides through your dress, goosebumps littering your arms at the feeling. Your moans were muffled by the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in your mouth.

You fumbled with your keys in your purse, trying to unlock the car. Stuart’s head buried into your neck, placing dozens of kisses to your skin. Your purse fell to the concrete, your keys finally in hand. You tried to focus on the clicker, the unlock button blurring with the lock and alarm. Between the alcohol in your system and Stuart leaving marks on your neck, you couldn’t tell one from the other.

The alarm blared, breaking you two apart in fright. Stuart took the keys from you, silencing the machine and unlocking the doors. His eyes locked with yours, a small chuckle leaving his mouth. “Can’t even focus because you want me that bad?”

You huffed, opening the door for him. “Shut up, asshole. Get in the car so I can ride you into next week.” Stuart licked his lips carefully, climbing into the passenger seat of the car, cranking the lever so it was as far back as it could go. You took off your heels, tossing them into the back seat, pausing while he adjusted himself in a comfortable position. You glanced around, noting the empty parking lot before climbing on his lap, the door shutting next to you.

Stuart messed with the bottom of your dress, pulling it up to see the blank panties you were wearing. “Fuck, baby. You just had to wear this pair? This is the ‘Fuck me hard and fast’ pair.” His hands planted themselves firmly on your ass, grinding you against his hips. His hard cock pressed against your core through his jeans, your panties getting wetter by the second. Your arousal pooled in the silky fabric, soaking into his jeans and sliding down your thighs.

“I just know how much you love this pair, Stu. Plus, we know my favorite kind of fuck is hard and fast.” Your hands slipped down to his jeans, popping the button with one hand. “The way your giant cock pounds into me, making me scream your name till I can’t talk the next day.” You pushed his jeans down, your feet pushing them past his knees so they pooled around his ankles.

His cock twitched under you, Stuart’s head falling back against the headrest. “Fuck baby. Talk dirty to me any day.” You grinned at him, leaning forward to push your lips to his. He responded automatically, pulling you closer, massaging every patch of bare skin his hands could find until the found your panties, helping you slip them off. He tossed them aside, leaving them to hand on your rearview mirror.

Your hand slipped into his boxers, stroking his cock in your hand. Your thumb gathered the precum that coated the tip, your fingers grasping him tightly. He was moaning into your mouth, his hands moving to squeeze at your breasts. He pulled away, his lips brushing yours as he spoke. “But you couldn’t wear a dress that would make it easier to see your beautiful tits?”

You giggled, shoving his boxers down his legs to join his jeans, his cock pressing into your wet pussy. “Well excuse me for liking this dress. Besides, I’m not here for you play with my tits. I’m here for you to fuck me.”

Thinking back on it now, you weren’t completely sure why you didn’t think about wearing a condom. You always had some in your purse, but that was long forgotten outside your car. You knew he kept some in his wallet, tucked in his back pocket in the pile of clothes at the foot of your car. You could blame it on the alcohol, your mind muddled by the effects of booze. You had done more shots that you wanted, but you were on cloud nine feeling his cock sliding easily into your pussy until it was at the hilt.

You grabbed the sides of the seat, using it as leverage for your thrusts. Stuart moaned into your neck, his head buried deep in the nape. His warm breath fanned over your skin, your body heating up from the feeling. A knot was forming inside of you, and you had barely started.

Stuart grew impatient from your slow thrusts, his fingers leaving bruises where he was gripping at your waist. His hips snapped upwards, meeting your movements in quick succession. You were a moaning mess immediately, reveling in the hard thrusts he was doing. The sound of slapping skin filled the confines of your car, the smell of sex filling the air.

His speed was ungodly, pounding deeply into you. He brushed your g-spot, prodding at your sensitive walls. You trembled in his hands, sloppily shoving your lips to his. He didn’t kiss back, focusing on his thrusts, leaving you to smother his face with messy kisses and your tongue to dance along his lips.

One hand slipped between you, his fingers rubbing feverishly at your clit. You clenched around his cock, screaming his name loudly. His movements never slowly, growing sloppier every time your pussy tightened and his name rolled off your tongue.

“Come on baby. Cum for me. Cum hard for me like you always do when I fuck you like this.” His hips slammed into yours a couple more times, turning you into a sweaty pile of goo atop him. Your orgasm rocked your body, the knot in your stomach becoming undone. Your collapsed into his chest, your body shaking as your fluids coated his cock completely. Feeling you cum around him caused his own downfall, his seed sputtering from his tip, mixing with your juices. You felt warm inside, not fully registering what had just happened.

He carefully pulled from you, nuzzling his nose into your hair. You rested your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat. You both took a second to relax, overcoming the powerful orgasms you just had.

Stuart opened the car door, helping you out so he could easily fix his clothes. He pulled his pants up, running a hand through his hair to fix it the best he could before grabbing your panties from the mirror. “I’m keeping these,” he mumbled, sticking them in his back pocket. You groaned in response, rolling your eyes.

“Another pair lost to Stuart,” you joked, hearing him laugh. He tugged you closer, wrapping his arms around you.

“What do you say we get out of here? Maybe we can continue?”

You tapped your chin in thought, giving him a mischievous smirk. “Nah. There was some hot guys in there that I want to dance with first.” You dropped the keys in his hand, grabbing your heels from the back of the car. “Lock up when you leave would you? Thanks, love ya.” You sent him a wink, hurrying back into the club. You missed Stuart’s dumbfounded expression as you headed back into the club, spending the rest of your time with Neha and ignoring every drunk male that approached you. You were satisfied with what you had with Stuart, and you didn’t need another guy at the moment.

A knock came from the door, your eyes shooting daggers at whoever it was on the other side.

“Y/N, are you ok in there? You’ve been in there for the last hour. I know you said you were feeling sick, but it’s been too long. Should we take you to the doctor?” You hear Neha ask through the door, worry laced in her voice. You sighed, picking up the sticks from the ground, shoving them in your bag.

You opened the door slowly, facing your best friend. “No, no. It’s ok. I’m feeling better now.”

Neha gave a concerned look. “Are you sure? Is there anything I can do to help?”

You shuffled slightly, biting your lip. “Actually, yeah. Can you tell Stuart to meet me in conference room 3? We were supposed to meet about a half hour ago to work on the website improvements. I’m sure he’s pissed at me for being late, but we need to get this done.”

Neha nodded, heading away to fetch Stuart. You sighed, fighting back tears. What were you even going to tell him? Tell him the truth, that he is the father of the baby growing inside you? Or lie and lose the man you were falling for?

You made your way to the conference room, your vision blurring from the tears that threatened to fall. You didn’t want to call things quits with him.

Stuart walked in, shutting the door behind him, finding you sitting in one of the conference chairs. You were fiddling with your fingers, avoiding his gaze.

“Hey, Y/N. Are you ok? Neha said you weren’t feeling well. Plus, you told her we were supposed to work on stuff? We didn’t have anything planned today.”

You cleared your throat, chancing a look at him. His whiskey eyes were full of concern, making your heart break more. “Y-Yeah. I just…I really needed to see you.”

He blinked, a smile forming on his face. “Oh I get it. You wanted a booty call while at work?”

Your eyes widened, your cheeks flushing red. “What? No! I-I…” You trailed off, thinking about everything at once. This could possibly be the last time you were with him. And part of you was craving his touch right now. Maybe that the was pregnancy hormones that were flooding your system. You didn’t know honestly. “You know what. Fuck it. Yes. I wanted a booty call.”

You jumped from the chair, taking quick strides towards him, pulling him into a deep kiss. He groaned in response, gently putting his hands on your waist. The kiss was sloppy, your teeth clashing with your haste. You wanted to feel him one last time, and you didn’t care how messy and uncoordinated it felt.

He backed you into the table, breaking the kiss to slip your blouse over your head, dropping it on the carpet next to your feet. Your fingers were failing at undoing the buttons on his shirt, your mind blank as he kissed you sensually. His tongue danced with yours in your mouth, memorizing the entirety of your mouth they did. You moaned, your bodies vibrating from the noise rippling through your system.

You broke the kiss, letting out a loud groan in anger. “Why did you have to wear a stupid button up today?” He chuckled kissing down your jaw to your neck, biting at it. “You look hot in them but fuck! I can’t get it off you!”

He stopped his assault on your neck, looking up at you. “You think I look hot in them? You’ve never said anything like that before. You’ve never really given me any compliments outside of how great a fuck I am.”

You froze, panic seeping from your pores. “I-I mean, you are a handsome young man, Stu. Why wouldn’t you look good in them?” You told him, hoping the excuse was enough to cover your ass. He furrowed his eyebrows, not bothering to question further as he undid the buttons for you, slipping the shirt off his shoulders.

“Whatever you say, baby. Now, where were we?” He unclasps your bra, delving down to wrap his lips around a nipple, your hands tangling in his hair.

“Fuck, Stu. I’m glad you didn’t wear your stupid beanie today. Your hair is too good to keep trapped under that thing.” He chuckled against your chest, flicking his tongue over the nipple multiple times. Your head fell back, your moans filling the room. You tugged at his hair repeatedly, your body heating up. One hand ran up your body, grabbing onto your breast, tweaking the nipple between his fingers. He fondled it carefully in his hands, listening to you come undone. He swapped breasts, repeating the same actions, your body shaking in his grasp.

He released your nipple with an audible pop, kissing down your stomach. You were panting, watching him through half-lidded eyes as he popped the button on your jeans, tugging them down your legs in one swift motion. He tossed them across the room, yanking your panties down shortly after. He tucked them into his back pocket, his face burrowing between your thighs. His nose pressed against your clit, his tongue swiping along your folds.

“Holy shit, Stu. Don’t tease please.” You moaned. He obliged wordlessly, dipping his tongue into your pussy. Your breath hitched, your legs becoming weak as he swirled his tongue around inside you. You tugged at his hair, his tongue running up to your clit, spelling out his name on the swollen nub. You covered your mouth to muffle your mouth scream, unable to hold in your orgasm. Your juices ran down your legs, Stuart lapping at anything he could.

He stood up, pressing a kiss to your lips. You tasted yourself on his lips, but you didn’t care. “Damn, baby. You came faster than normal. Hopefully you won’t be too quick when I’m fucking you into this table.”

He flipped you around, your ears picking up on him undoing his belt and the sound of his pants hitting the floor. His cock traced your folds, the tip probing your entrance occasionally. You whined at him, clawing at the table. “Just fuck me already, Stuart!”

He groaned. “As you wish, baby.” He plunged his cock deep inside you, loud mewls and curses flying from your lips. Stuart wasted no time, slamming into you again and again. One hand supported him on the table, the other wrapped around your stomach, pressing you against him.

His thrusts were unrelenting, pounding into you at ungodly speeds. You moaned his name, feeling your walls already closing around him. You were overly sensitive to him today, but you were in heaven. His giant cock was pure pleasure, leaving you feeling blissful. You wanted to cherish this feeling.

Your tight pussy was making it hard to concentrate, his thrusts becoming sloppy. You glanced back at him, seeing his eyes closed, his face contorted with desire and pleasure. His eyebrows were knit together, concentrate on driving you to your climax all while enjoying the feeling of your pussy around him. Tears welled in your eyes, sadness filling you.

You listened to him pant, feeling his cock poking your g-spot. “Fuck Stu. I’m cumming!” Your walls completely enclosing around him. He groaned, his seed spilling inside of you while your juices splattered against your walls. Your fluids mixed together, tiny bits escaping down your legs. Stuart slowly thrust inside you, riding out your highs.

“Fuck baby. I’m sorry. I came inside of you. And we forgot the condom.” He quietly apologized, pulling from you, starting to get dressed again. You couldn’t hold it in any longer, the tears flowing down your cheeks. He saw the tears streaming down your cheeks, his mouth falling open. “Holy shit, baby! I’m sorry! Don’t worry. We’ll figure something out.”

You sniffled, pushing him away. “Well, don’t bother. I’m already pregnant.”

He froze, watching you gather your clothes. “I…You…” he babbled, watching you dress yourself carefully. “I-is it…mine?” You didn’t answer, your eyes locked on the table. “Y/N. Is it mine?”

You looked back at him. “No. It was some guy I met in the strip club a few weeks ago. After we fucked in the car. When I went back into the club to dance, I fucked some guys before heading home with Neha.” He stayed silent, watching you. “W-we shouldn’t do this anymore, Stuart.”

You ran from the room, tears openly leaking from your eyes. Stuart watched after you in disbelief, not entirely sure what just happened.

You sat on your couch, having just gotten home from your doctor’s appointment. Every time you went reaffirmed your depression on the matter. Dr. Hilton always asked if the father would join you on the appointments, and you always gave her a sad smile and telling her the same thing. “Maybe next time.”

You avoided Stuart at all costs, at work and out of work. Neha was the only one of your team that knew right now, and that was only because you broke down on the phone to her. You told her the truth of course, unable to keep such secrets from your best friend. She didn’t agree with your choice of lying to Stuart, but supported your decision regardless.

You nibbled on some pickles, watching some sad romance movie on Netflix. There was nothing in the world you wanted right now than to be with Stuart. He really did make you happy. He made you feel complete. Now, you had pushed him away and you just felt empty.

There was a light knock on your front door, and you groaned, placing the jar of pickles on the side table and pausing your movie. They kept knocking, leaving you to get annoyed instantly.

“I’m coming! Fucking hell.” You yanked the door open, seeing Stuart standing in front of you. You stared for a second, ready to slam the door in his face. He slipped inside before you could, shutting the door for you. He tugged you towards the couch, forcing you to sit down.

“How the fuck could you lie to me?” He was seething with rage, his eyes flaring at you. Your mouth was dry was his words, unable to comprehend what was happening.

“W-what do you mean?”

He laughed bitterly, running his ran through his hair. “Neha finally told me. She only told me when she found he crying over a dumb picture of us. A stupid picture I took when you fell asleep on my chest after we fucked on night. You were just…so cute. And I wanted to remember that moment.” You stared at him with wide eyes. “How the fuck could you lie to me? Why the fuck would you lie to me?”

You played with the bottom of the pajama shorts you wore. “I-I just thought it was best to not have you involved. I didn’t want to tie you down because of some mistake. I figured lying was the best way to get away from you. The best way to push you away, even if it meant hurting me in the process. I care about you too much to lead you down this path.”

He sighed, sitting next to you. He entwined your fingers together, his thumb rubbing the top of your hand. “I don’t get why you would deal with this alone. You should have known I would be here for you.”

You sniffled, holding his hand tightly. “But why? We’re just…friends with benefits, Stu. We’re not meant to be together. We were meant to fuck without feeling this way for each other. Lying my way from you was the best way to make sure you would be happy. Even if I have very strong feelings for you.”

His fingers grazed your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. “Baby, the best way to make me happy is being with you. You didn’t need to lie your way from me, because I want to be here with you.” He rubbed your growing belly softly, smiling down at it. “I guess over time, I started developing feelings for you. I just didn’t realize it till you were no longer mine”

You let out a loud whimper, launching yourself into his arms. “Thank you, Stuart. Thank you so much.”

His arms wrapped around you, placing a kiss to your temple. “You don’t need to thank me, baby. Now let me help you. Let me be with you.”

You giggled, digging your head into his neck. “No more lying from you. I love you Stu.”

You knew he smiled, even without seeing it. “I love you too.”