#hiii im so sorry i disappeared for 2 weeks straight my ass has been. SO SICK. but i am finally on the upswing so naturally i had to bust out

[the-sin-hole]

blowing off steam

stanxreader, 1.2k words NSFW 18+ it’s smut baby!!!

fem!reader, PIV sex

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You’re so filled with adrenaline it doesn’t even hurt when Stan grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls.

You were both standing in the woods, covered in sweat, scratches, bruises, and dirt after fending off an attack from a horde of projectile marmots. Ford asked for your assistance in acquiring one of their eggs for the purposes of some sort of reinforcement ritual for the anti-Bill barrier— and now you see why he passed the job off to you two. They proved to be very territorial. And very eager to use their own little furry bodies as a weapon. But you and Stan worked well together, forcing your way through repeated small hirsute attacks until you nabbed an egg and they scampered away in defeat. You both stood your ground, not letting your guard down until the last one was out of sight. Stan then looked at you, sweating and pissed and panting, and the adrenaline still coursing through his veins drove him to step to you, grab your jaw with both hands, and forcefully pull you into a rough kiss.

You were stunned to find your face suddenly mashed against his but you quickly reciprocated, kissing him back as hard as he was kissing you. You didn’t hesitate when he lapped at your lips— you met his tongue eagerly. He guided you a few steps backwards, pushing you up against a large oak tree. As soon as he had you pinned his hands started wandering. He wasn’t gentle, grabbing at your waist, your hips, your chest greedily. One finally traveled up to your head, running his fingers through your hair before gripping it and pulling, breaking the kiss so he could start laying kisses and small bites down your jaw to your neck.

And now here you are, red hot, throbbing against him, mind dizzy and racing from the post-fight adrenaline compounding with pre-fuck adrenaline.

You let out soft moans as he nips at your flesh, not wanting to make too much noise and potentially attract more creatures. You wrap a leg around his and he moves his hips so he can slide a knee between your thighs. His lips travel back up and he thrusts his tongue back into your moaning mouth, slowly grinding his thigh against your crotch. He can hear the low hums you’re making in your throat at the blunt contact, and he immediately wants more.

He moves his thigh away so one of his hands can undo the button on your shorts, pull down the zipper. He wants to shove his fingers inside of you, feel you from the inside, but he keeps his dirty hands on the other side of your underwear, settling for rubbing vigorously until he can feel your wetness seeping through the thin fabric. You’re squirming under his rough fingers, the hums in your throat escalating the longer he goes without stopping. After you let out a small high moan into his mouth he removes his hand. Your throbbing pussy immediately misses the sensation. Both of his hands find your hips, hook fingers under your waistband and pull down. You wriggle to allow the shorts to fall to the ground and step out of one of the leg openings. Before you can do the same with your other leg his impatient hands grab your ass and hoists you up.

You immediately wrap your legs around him as he lifts you so your pussy is right against the erection trying to escape his zipper. Your arms grab his shoulders as he pins you against the tree, a little harder this time to help keep you in place, the bark digging into your back. His tongue leaves yours and one of his hands leaves your ass. He pulls his hips away from yours just enough to undo his pants and pull his cock out. You’re both panting hard and he hastily positions it against your entrance. You look down, trying to catch a glimpse of it but it’s obscured by his torso— the hand goes back to your ass and squeezes, giving you just a second to mentally prepare before he pushes inside you.

It’s not enough time to prepare. His head enters you and your whole body reacts— your eyes widen, a hot pulse runs through you, making your muscles seize, making your nerves flare up. A thoughtless yelp escapes you and Stan quickly removes one of the hands holding your ass again to slap it over your mouth, stifling the moans you can’t bring yourself to hinder as his thick cock continues to push inside you. Your eyes meet his. He’s watching you intently, drinking in the sight of you struggling to take his cock, relishing the stifled whines against his hand. His hips meet yours and he takes a few second’s pause, basking in the sight of your increasingly flushed face and hazy eyes above his hand. Each quick and labored breath you take is accompanied by a brief high moan as you struggle to adjust to his girth. He pins you harder against the tree, sinking just a little deeper, making the bark dig into your skin. The discomfort combined with the pleasure combined with the adrenaline is almost making you lightheaded.

Stan doesn’t give you more than those few seconds before he pulls away from you, eliciting another stifled moan, and slamming back into you. Your eyes widen again at the intense sensation. He does it again, and again, and again, fucking you almost aggressively. The hand still on your ass grips it hard. He’s still watching you like something bearing down on its prey, red starting to flush from his neck upwards. You’re still making moans and whines under his hand, looking and sounding desperate. The heat within you is starting to become intolerable. His cock is pounding you ruthlessly and you feel almost feverish as your arousal mounts, deep and hot. Your hands gripping his shoulders start to squeeze, your face screws up, your eyelids lower and your gaze becomes hazy again. He keeps his merciless pace. He’s single-minded now, not even caring about his own pleasure, only wanting to watch you come, feel you seize around his cock, hear your thoughtless noises. And after only a few more thrusts he gets his wish. He sees your eyes roll upwards and immediately removes his hand from your mouth.

The orgasm strikes through you quickly, every muscle tense as it wracks your body. Strangled urgent moans fall from your throat as each throb of pleasure rolls through you hot and fierce. Stan keeps fucking you, his cock not letting the heat subside as you come down. It’s almost too much. Your eyes find his face and refocus, and you’re about to tell him between gasping whines that you need a moment to recover when he slams into you one final time with a deep groan. You take it, cunt still throbbing from your climax, lower half on fire as he comes inside you. He leans forward, pressing his forehead against the bark of the tree next to your head and breathing hard, your chests heaving against each other’s as you both struggle to regain your breath.

After a few stabilizing pants he turns his head. His lips travel to your neck and start lazily pressing kisses against it, traveling up to your jaw, then your face, then your mouth, his lips now far more tender as they meet yours. He releases the pressure on your body, still holding you in place but no longer pinning you against the tree. You smile against his kiss, and make a mental note to ask Ford to send you both on another annoying quest as soon as possible.