Synopsis: Being with Stanley or Xeno one on one is thrilling enough. What happens when they scheme together?
Content Warnings: f!reader, oral s , threesome (f/m/m), implied love triangle/polyamorous dynamic, p in v, porn with plot
2.6k words
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
You were sipping on your wine sitting on the couch. Xeno and Stanley were talking about god knows what, but you were gone. Your mind was elsewhere.
You had been with Stanley AND Xeno, on the same day. For years, it’s been barely a fantasy, a passing thought when you felt alone, something that would never come to fruition. But in a day, all of that has changed. You were lost, still taking in the events.
Stanley's words echoed in your mind. “Can’t leave Xe waiting”. What did that mean? Did it mean what you thought?
“What do you think, Y/N?” Stan asked, pulling you out of your daydream.
You blinked, realizing both of them were now looking at you.
“Sorry, I zoned out” you replied, taking another sip of your wine.
“Who likes you more?” replied Xeno.
You froze. Huh?
Stanley burst out laughing, kneeling over in his chair, the alcohol obviously hitting him at this point. You let out a silent sigh and laugh alongside him, trying to ease the tension in your own brain.
“We're just saying how we might go on a short trip this week while we have it off,” Xeno replied, finishing his drink off and walking towards the kitchen to top it off. He never drank this much, must be because Stan is back.
“Yeah, that sounds good,” you replied, taking another hefty sip.
Stanley hadn’t moved.
When you finally looked at him, he was already looking at you.
Not laughing anymore.
“Careful,” he said, voice lower now, nodding toward your glass. “You’re gonna regret that in the morning.”
You huffed softly. “I think I already am.”
That earned a small smirk from him, but he never stopped looking at you.
From the kitchen, you heard the clink of glass. Xeno was taking his time.Too much time.
“You’ve been quiet,” Stanley added.
You shrugged, fingers tightening slightly around the stem of your glass. “Just thinking.”
“About earlier?” he asked.
Your breath caught.
Before you could answer, Xeno’s voice cut in, closer than you expected.
“Still thinking about it?” Xeno replied. Why would he bring it up so boldly?
You turned, and he was there now, leaning against the couch behind you, drink in hand, eyes on you in a way that made your stomach flip.
Neither of them were joking anymore.
You swallowed. “Maybe.”
A beat of silence.
Then Stanley exhaled a quiet laugh, but there was nothing light about it this time.
“‘Maybe’?” he repeated, tilting his head slightly. “That’s all we’re getting?”
Your grip tightened around your glass. “What do you want me to say?”
Xeno leaned in closer, you could almost feel his breath on your ear.
“Say what you were thinking,” he said calmly. “You’re not exactly subtle tonight.”
Heat rushed to your face. “I was zoning out—”
“Yeah,” Stanley cut in, leaning back in his chair, watching you like he already knew. “About us.”
Your head whipped towards Stanley, almost giving you whiplash.
“I- I wasn’t- ” you started but Stan had already leaned in, his lips wavering against yours.
“Say you don’t want this”
He said breathlessly. You could smell the beer off of him.
‘“I- I don’t- I mean…” you replied. You felt like your heart was going to explode. You were still holding your wine glass which was shaking in your hand.
Suddenly, Xeno was by your side, taking the glass from your hand and placing it on the table and nodding back to Stan.
“Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop right now” He said, putting his hand on your thigh.
“I- I do want this” you replied, mostly due to the confidence that the alcohol gave you.
Stan wasted no time, he leaned in fully, meeting your lips just like he did on the patio.
For a second, everything else dropped away.
The room, the noise, even the thoughts that had been racing through your head all night. It was just him.
And then awareness hit.
Xeno.
You pulled back slightly, breath uneven, your hand instinctively finding Stan’s arm to steady yourself.
“This is—” you started, but your voice faltered.
Too much. Not enough. You couldn’t even tell.
Stanley didn’t move far, his forehead almost resting against yours, his grip still firm on your thigh.
“Too much?” he asked quietly.
Before you could answer, Xeno shifted beside you, not interrupting, just… there.
“You can stop it,” Xeno said, voice calm, grounded. “If you want. We won't care”
He was observing, just like he did his experiments. He was sitting back against the table, whiskey still in his hand, with a shit eating grin on his face.
You looked between them, your chest rising and falling a little too fast.
“I don’t want to stop,” you admitted.
Silence.
Stanley’s mouth twitched into something softer, less teasing now. “Then don’t.”
You pulled forward, kissing Stan. Kissing him like Xeno wasn’t beside you, observing the two of you.
You lean back, your back flushed against the couch now and Stanley pressing against you, the grip on your thigh getting harder and harder by the second.
His hand made his way up under your shirt and on your chest, where you weren’t wearing a bra.
You gasped, pulling back. The action wasn't particularly erotic, but just the fact it was him made you shutter.
“We can stop if you want” said Stan, low enough for Xeno not to hear.
“No!” you exclaimed a little too loud. “No” you said lower, more confident. You didn’t want this to stop. This is all you've wanted for years and you know it. No one could make you happier than these two could.
Stan only smiled at this and dived back in. He began kissing you again. Softly, passionately, his hands remained under your shirt and on your thigh, but you couldn't help but be hyper aware of Xeno watching you two, sipping his fucking whiskey.
Stan pulled back and seemed hesitant.
“Do you.. want to go upstairs?” he asked. You looked at Xeno who was finishing his glass.
You smiled sweetly at Stan. “Yes. Yes I do” you replied, getting up as he let go of you.
You got off the couch, grabbing your glass and walking towards the kitchen. You opened another bottle of wine. Both men looked at you with a confused look.
“We were supposed to drink tonight, no?” You asked, smirking, pouring yourself another glass.
They looked at each other, grabbed their glasses and made their way to the kitchen. They each filled their glasses and you were all standing there, glasses full, waiting.
Stan was the first to make a move, he drank a bit, then started walking. You followed, and Xeno behind you.
On the walk up to Stan's bedroom you felt nauseous, whether it was from the wine or not, you felt like you were in a dream, floating.
As soon as you entered the room, Stan's hands were on you.
One of his hands was on your waist, the other still holding his glass.
You slowly backed up until you hit the bed, slowly sitting down, Stan following in suit.
Stan pulled back, placing his glass on the side table.
You felt the bed dip behind you, signalling that Xeno had sat down.
Stanley pulling away gave you a chance to take a drink. You locked eyes with him while taking a sip. They were hungry, passionate. You turned around to look at Xeno who was sipping his whiskey.
Stanley slowly took your drink out of your hand, putting it down next to his and pushed you back on the bed. Your back was flush against the bed and you were breathing heavily.
You could see Xeno out of the corner of your eye, in the same position, still sipping the whiskey.
You didn’t know what to expect. You were looking up at the ceiling when you felt Stanley's hands at the side of your hips, hooking into your pants. You gasped and looked down.
Stanley didn’t move. There was a beat of silence before you gave a nod of approval.
You felt him pull your pants down until they were down to your ankles. Then, Xeno came and started pulling your shirt up.
All of a sudden you were in your panties. You felt vulnerable. All of you on display for both of them to see.
You looked down again and Stan was pulling your panties down, exposing your cunt to the cold air.
You shuttered, the cold air being more aggressive than you thought.
Without a word, Stanley's mouth was on you.
You threw your head back and gasped. He felt so warm. This feeling enveloped you completely as you gripped the bedsheets.
His mouth felt ethereal. He ran circles around your clit, along with his continuous grasp on your thigh, you felt like you would explode.
You felt Xenos hand make his way to your cheek, cupping it ever so slightly.
You bit your lip and threw your head against the bed while Stan's movements became more calculated, much more methodical. Every swipe of his tongue was in the perfect place, just the right amount of pressure.
You were struggling, almost squishing his head between your thighs from the pleasure.
You opened your eyes and looked down. Stanley was completely into eating you out, completely mesmerised with your pussy.
You look up and see Xeno touching himself through his pants.
Stan's movements became quicker and you couldn't hold back. He was hitting every spot, every crevance, you were losing your mind.
“F-Fuck, Stan- I-I can’t… I’m gonna…”
Your cries were silenced with Stanley speeding up, ignoring your cries and pleads.
Your back arched off the bed, you saw white as you came. The feeling was foreign, no man has ever made you feel this way. Every other guy you’ve been with would half arse anything that wasn’t giving him pleasure. But not Stanley. This was a man starved, and he was going to eat until he was content. This was his meal.
You shook as you came down, breathing heavy.
“F-Fuck..” you huffed. You felt Stan's frame above you.
“Too much?” he asked.
You laughed in response, closing your eyes. Partially at the absurdity of the situation but also how good it made you feel.
You felt the shift.
Xeno had gotten up. You opened your eyes and he was in front of you, whiskey no longer in his hand. Stanley was now behind you.
Xeno pulled down his pants, freeing his obviously aching cock. You looked down at it and gasped.
“Fuck..” you whispered.
Without a word, he leaned down and kissed you. You put your arms around his neck, feeling him rub against you ever so slightly.
“You ready?” Xeno asked, composed as usual.
You bit your lip and nodded.
Xeno leaned into your ear. You could smell the whiskey off his breath and smell his usual cologne. It has never driven you more crazy than right now.
“We need words, sweetheart,” he whispered.
“Y-Yes..” You squeaked in response.
Xeno pulled back and you looked at him as he inched closer. That's when you felt it.
You threw your head back, meeting Stan's hand you didn't know was there.
“Oh…fuck…” you huffed out, grabbing the clostent thing to you which was Stan.
Xeno bottomed out and you heard him sigh.
Then it began.
He started drilling into you.
Relentless strokes, one after another.
Your tits were bouncing, your breath was hitching, you felt like a mess. Your body wasn't yours anymore. You had no control and you didn’t want it back either.
You opened your eyes ever so slightly and saw Stan, who had his eyes on you and Xeno, stroking himself.
Without a second thought you opened your mouth. Stanley caught this and inched closer. He stroked your cheek before running his hand down your neck, then inched himself until he was positioned right in front of your face.
You sucked and slurped until he was all the way in.
Xeno was still pounding into you, getting faster with every stroke, with his hands gripping your hips. You moaned against Stan's dick, evidently sending vibrations from the way Stan moaned.
The entire situation made your head spin, Stan's cock along with Xeno in you. It was so much, too much. You had never felt fuller in your life.
Xeno had his hand on your stomach holding you down. From the corner of your eyes, which were beginning to brim in tears, you saw him. Dishevealed, sweat running down his forehead to his chest, grunting was barely audible.
You couldn't handle much more.
Xeno was close and you could tell. His thrusts began to become sloppy, Stans also.
You were at your wits end. You stopped sucking Stan off, you could see him jerking himself off. You threw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut.
Xeno made a sound as he started shaking, signalling his release.
You felt him finish inside. That is what sent you over the edge. You arched your back, and gasped, letting out an embarrassing porn like moan. That's never happened before.
You heard Stan grunt as he also released, some of his seed getting on the side of your face.
The three of you sat there huffing, taking in the moment, no one saying a word.
Then, Stan opened the nightstand and pulled out wet wipes and wiped your face gently.
Xeno slowly pulled out, earning a grimace from you.
He made his way into the bathroom and started running a bath.
“Id say you want a bath after that," he said.
You huffed in response as Stanley made his way around to help you up.
As you tried to stand, you failed. Stanley, thankfully, caught you as you looked up at him with genuine surprise. He started laughing at you and your smile dropped as you frowned at him.
You entered the bath and the warm water was a god send. You smiled as you leaned back, your body was more sore than you anticipated. You furrowed your brows and opened your eyes.
The two men were just standing there, still naked looking at you. You looked between them.
“So… you just gonna’ watch me bathe?” You ask, lathering up a loofah.
They both scrambled.
“N-No, of course not, just wanted to make sure you got in okay” Xeno said, taking a dressing gown that was hanging on the door and making his way out. Stanley looked back at you and the two of you laughed as he followed in suit with Xeno…still naked.
You finished up in the bath, taking your time and replaying the evening in your head. You smiled as you dried yourself off, stealing one of Xenos robes. The night went better than you expected, and what you expected was nothing.
Never in a million years did you think this would happen, and so lovingly too.
You entered the room again to see Stan and Xeno finishing putting new sheets on the bed. You smiled at them both as you walked over, grabbing that drink from the nightstand Stanley had placed down earlier.
“How can you still drink?” Xeno asked, looking sideways at you.
“Hey, the night is still young!” you exclaimed. Stanley gave you a smirk and you waved him away.
“So.. what now?” Stanley asks, sitting on the bed.
There is a beat of silence, no one says anything.
“Oh! Stan! Me and Xeno watched this really good movie we wanted to show you when you came back.” You say.
“Oh?” He raised an eyebrow.
“Y/N, I don’t think Stan wants to watch another movie about science.” Xeno says as he hypocritically picks up his own drink.
You all make your way out the door of Stan's room and towards the stairs.
“No! Remember we said that it has a lot of action he’d like” you reply.
“Okay, okay, let me see the trailer first.”
The conversation of what happened tonight can take place later, because you know, that now and for the rest of your lives, it will be the three of you, in one way or another.
Hi!!!! Apologies for the final part taking so long! In other news, I finished my computer science degree and your girl has graduated! Also, please go easy on me, this is my foirst time writing smut in a looooong time. Im planning to post more now that I have a break so please, if you have any recs send them my way!
Tag List: @unknown-y-person @verysanesenkufan
synopsis: Stanley has returned from deployment, does he know about you and Xeno?
content warnings: Romantic/sexual themes, suggestive physical intimacy , implied love triangle/polyamorous dynamics, alcohol and cigarette use, mild emotional tension, mention of death, afab!reader
1.8k words
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
The drive towards the airport was mostly silent. You were in the passenger seat, next to Xeno, the radio playing some random song you didn’t care about.
This morning was playing over and over in your mind. You still felt flustered, and you swear you could still feel Xeno’s hand imprints on your hips. The way his lips felt and the scent of coffee from his breath.
You shift every few minutes in your seat, throwing glances towards Xeno, who didn’t even have a hair out of place.
You soon pulled up to the pick up section of the airport, looking around to see if you can see Stan. The excitement of this morning made you forget Stan is returning, and staying. You smiled as you saw him walking through the automatic doors. Still in his military gear, luggage in one hand and passport in the other. He smiled, waving with his luggage-free hand. You eagerly waved back and got out of the car, slightly jogging towards him.
You embraced him. He smelt like metal and soap. He hugged you back, dropping the luggage at his feet.
“Hey” you heard him say, one of his arms wrapping around your waist, the same place as Xeno’s, and his other went to the back of your head.
“Stanley” you heard Xeno say, you jump a little, not realizing he had gotten out of the car.
You pull back and glance at Xeno before taking a step back.
The three of you stand there for a second. Stan is looking between you and Xeno, back and forth. He says nothing, and neither do you or Xeno. Then, he lets out a huff as he picks up his luggage again.
“Man, I’m starved. Lunch? The airport food is so shit.” He asks as he walks towards the both of you, placing you both in a faux headlock which Xeno immediately escapes. You laugh.
“Yeah, sure” you say. You see Xeno nod from your peripheral.
Lunch was fine. The three of you had a great conversation, Stanley talking about as much as he was allowed to whereas you and Xeno filled him in on what he had missed, which wasn’t much. The tension from this morning had practically melted away at this point and you were currently in a shop, picking up some booze, treats and other pieces for the little party you were going to have tonight.
You were walking around looking at sodas, having lost the boys earlier on when Stan got distracted by some garden gear at the entrance.
As you were putting one in the cart you’ve been forced to push, you heard the boys from the second aisle over. The store was quiet, bar the generic music playing through the speakers so you knew it was them.
As you rounded the corner, you caught the end of what Xeno was saying.
“-and I think if we bring it up tonight then maybe-” You saw Stan tap Xeno on the shoulder as he caught your eye. Xeno turned around and smiled.
You felt like you were missing something. You stood there just staring at the two of them.
“What are you talking about?” You ask as Stan puts the number of items in his hand into the cart.
“Nothing of note.” Xeno replied.
“What he said” replied Stan, tucking a cigarette behind his ear.
You decide not to push the topic and you make your way to the checkouts to pay. You didn’t buy a lot, so each of you took a bag after paying and made your way outside to the car and loaded them into the boot.
Stan and Xeno were talking about something, but you were lost in thought. ‘Bring it up tonight’ was on your mind. Bring what up? Did he tell Stan about this morning? And if he did, Stan didn’t have much of a reaction.
“Y/N”
Maybe that’s what he’s going to bring up tonight? Well, no, because why would he tell Stan that he WOULD bring it up. That makes no sense.
“Y/N”
Oh, you haven’t even thought of Stan's reaction. What if it's bad? What if he thinks it's strange, and odd?
You’re pulled out of your thoughts when you feel a hand on your shoulder.
“Y/N? You here?” It’s Stan. You’ve just been standing at the boot of the car.
“Oh! Yes, sorry, was lost in my thoughts” you laugh, slightly embarrassed. Stan studies you for a moment. He’s been doing that often since his return mere hours ago.
“You ready to head home?” he asks, closing the boot.
“Yeah” you reply and go towards the car door.
The rest of the evening wasn’t eventful. The three of you went home. Stan slept after his flight, Xeno worked on a personal project and you cleaned up around the house in anticipation for the party that was being held tonight.
It wasn't awkward, Xeno was the same as usual and so was Stan bar the suspicious conversation and the odd glances.
Before you knew it, Stan was walking into your room, asking if you’re ready to come down.
You wore a tank top, considering the summer heat and a pair of flowy pants that were breezy.
You walked down and saw Xeno and Stan sitting on the couch. Xeno had his whiskey and Stan had his beer. There was a glass of wine ready for you on the small table, the spot between the two of them was free.
You sat between the two men, picking up your glass of wine.
“So,” you started, taking a sip of the wine, “What are we talking about?” you ask, curious.
“Not much” replied Xeno first, “Stan was just filling me in on how happy he is to have returned.”
“Oh really?” you look at Stan. “I wouldn’t peg you as one to enjoy teaching” you say, taking another swig. You need it. The energy is strange. It’s probably in your head, but you can’t help but be painfully aware of it.
Stanley let out a dry chuckle, taking a sip of his beer after watching you.
“It’s not that I’ll enjoy it per se, it’s just a welcome change" he replies, looking at you.
Your heart skips a beat. It shouldn't. Nothing happened, but you can’t help it.
“I get that,” you reply, finishing off your glass rather quickly and pouring yourself another from the bottle the boys kindly situated on the table along with snacks. “I can imagine it’s quite different from deployment. Me and Xe wouldn’t know.” you say, lying back down on the couch.
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” Stan huffs, lying back in the armchair. “Not to mention dangerous” he finishes.
You or Xeno never explicitly said it, but of course you worried every time he went away. It became an unspoken rule in the house. You can say you miss him, but you can’t say you worry, because then the danger becomes real. That knock at the door, it all becomes real.
It was the first thing you thought of when Stan said he was coming back for good. No longer that worry in the back of your mind, every time the doorbell rang, you no longer had to worry about getting that news about someone you loved.
It freaked you out. No one in your family was ever in that line of work, that outcome was never possible, but with Stan it became different. It became a possibility, and a quite real one. Sometimes you'd lie awake at night, thinking, hoping, that he is okay, snuggled up in bed just like you were.
You looked down at your glass, swirling it ever so slightly. Stan knew this was a tough topic, no one wanted to bring up, including himself.
“Well,” you said, looking up smiling. “I’m going out for a smoke!” you exclaimed, looking directly at Stan with a mischievous look.
“You’re as bad as each other” you hear Xeno say. You giggle as you make your way to the kitchen to grab the pack of cigarettes you kept in the drawer for occasions like this.
You see Stan get up and make a face at Xeno as he rolls his eyes.
You open the side door that leads to the patio and Stan follows you. You brought your drink with you.
Without saying anything, you take out two, one for you and Stan. After you light your own one, you pass the lighter to Stan. He lights his up and you stand in silence for a while, perched over the patio wall looking out into your garden that is managed so well.
“I’m glad your back” you confess, not looking at Stan.
He doesn’t speak. You continue.
“You know your line of work worries me. Regardless of if anyone says it or not,” you say taking a puff.
“I’m really glad you’re back” you say, looking directly at him. His eyes have already met yours. They’re dark, sultry, just as you remember.
He takes a long pull of his cigarette.
“I’m glad I’m back too.” He says, “I’ve missed you.”
He takes a long pull of his cigarette.
“I’ve missed Xe too, of course. I love him like no one else, but with you…” he trails off.
For the first time, he seems anxious. Unsure of what to say. You look up at him after taking another, much needed, drink.
“I love you.” He says.
There's no other words that need to be said. You know exactly what he means. You lean into him, alcohol soaring through your veins, definitely making you more confident than usual.
“I love you too Stan” You say, smiling to yourself, wine glass in one hand, cigarette that's burning in the other.
He puts his glass down and moves away from you, to look at you. Properly look at you.
You also put down the wine glass and put out the cigarette that's long gone.
Without saying a word, he leans in, grabbing your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. He tastes bitter, just like his beer.
You simply melt. His touch feels so warm in contrast to the cold outdoors. He holds on to you like it's the last thing he’ll ever hold, and your hands make their way to his neck.
It reminded you of the way Xeno had held you earlier that day, and the fact he could definitely see you through the window of the patio door, but it was soon overshadowed by Stanley who bit down on your lip which earned a gasp for you.
His hands made their way down to your ass, gripping it. His touch was different from Xenos, it was rougher, but still delicate. The same way Xenos' every movement was intentional.
He pulled back, his forehead leaned against yours.
“Do you want a top up?” he asked, motioning towards your now almost empty glass.
“I- yeah, sure.” You answered as best as you could.
He nodded, taking both glasses in his hand.
“Finish that cig, then meet us back inside. Cant leave Xe waiting.” He nodded at you.
You didn’t reply as he made his way inside. You looked at Xeno through the glass of the patio door. He was smirking at you.
What the fuck is going on?
a/n: next chapter will be stan x reader x xeno smut🤪 It will also be the last one in this mini series. Let me know if anyone has any requests for one-shots or mini series like this one. I plan to start posting more frequently.
Summary - Stanley is returning from deployment and Xeno has a confession before he returns home.
content - suggestive, fluff, scientist!reader, afab!reader Modern day AU
2.0k words
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
You woke up to the soft hum of the coffee machine indicating Xeno was awake.
Although your door was closed you still heard it loud and clear. You asked him many times to change it with no avail.
Huffing, you got up out of bed and stretched. It was a Friday. You and Xeno were both not working today. You both actually took the day off today as Stanley was returning from deployment.
You had met Xeno in college, he was studying Aerospace Engineering, you, Computer Science. Throughout the years you had grown close, meeting Stanley through Xeno. They came as a 2-in-1 package.
As the years went by, the three of you only became closer and ended up deciding living together would be optimal after you and Xeno both got graduate offers from NASA.
Life went on. You and Xeno went to work together, Stanley got deployed and would come back every couple of months, but this time he was staying. He was in charge of training new recruits at a nearby base, meaning he was home for a much more prolonged time this time around, which you didn’t complain about, and neither did Xeno.
Truthfully, you missed him. Many times at night you and Xeno would reminisce about college times about the times when you and Xeno would sneak Stanley on campus to drink, or just go on late night drives. Sometimes, you would go into Xenos room late at night, lay beside him and just talk about those times, wondering when things got so serious in life.
That is the main reason you and Xeno both decided to take the week off, and today was the start of that break. Stanley wasn’t due to start teaching until the following Monday, so it gave you all a week to catch up, reminisce and just be like how you remembered. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t looking forward to it.
Work had been stagnant. No exciting projects. Xeno’s department was also lacking. This was needed, for all of you.
You made your way downstairs, still in your pyjamas. As you made your way down the oak staircase, you saw Xeno making his oh so loud coffee.
“Good morning” said Xeno, with a smile, as you made your way into the attached kitchen to the living room.
“How many times have I asked you to get a new machine? That shit is so loud.” You say, yawning, and stretching yet again.
Xeno laughed in response.
“Here” he said, sliding a coffee your way. “As compensation.”
You gave him a side eye, but took the coffee anyway.
You followed Xeno to the couch located in the living room.
“Stan is returning at 11AM today,” he said, taking a sip of his coffee, and looking at his phone.”He just texted me.”
You scoff. “And he didn’t text me? Wow” you replied, acting dramatic.
You saw Xeno smile, sliding closer towards you. You instinctively put your head on his shoulder.
You’ve always been close to the boys, and more importantly, comfortable.
It was actually a big issue in any half-assed relationships you managed to get yourself into. All the men you’ve been with seemed to have a problem with the both of them. Whether it was the fact Xeno was incredibly smart, or that Stan was in the military and fitter than most of them, those relationships ended rather quickly because of that. You didn’t particularly care. None of them stood a chance against the two of them anyway.
You’d be a liar if you said you had never thought of being with them, be it Stan or Xeno, or even both, but that thought quickly left since you valued the friendship over all else.
But the way Stan would walk out of the shower with just a towel on to make a drink, or Xeno explaining some engine issue he solved while softly playing with your hair or fingers while deep in thought, you'd lie if your heart didn’t skip a beat in those moments.
And this was one of those moments.
Xeno put his phone away and let his hand rest on your left thigh, slowly caressing it. In these moments, here, when it's just the two of you, you swallow the urge to speak up. To explain how you care and love him, above all else, but you’re never brave enough, so you just sigh.
“Is something bothering you?” You hear Xeno ask as he stops caressing you.
“No!” you exclaim a little too loud. “I’m just glad the three of us have this next week for us. It’d felt like so long ago we could just… chill out I guess. Without anyone bothering us.” You smile, genuinely excited at the thought.
“I’m looking forward to it aswell” Xeno says, continuing the motion of his hand. “Although we don’t know where Stan has been, I’m sure he needs it too”
“I’m just looking forward to a good drink with the two of you.” You perk up, too aware of Xeno’s hand still on leg. “Maybe play a game or two” you smile to yourself.
Xeno follows and puts his coffee cup down on the small table in front of the couch, leaning too close to you.
“I am too.” He says, “Did you have anything else in mind?”
You’re thinking too deep into this. You have to be.
You swallow dryly. “Uh… maybe dance a bit. Have a smoke with Stan” you laugh, trying to cut through the thickness of the air only you can feel.
“Horrible habit, you both encourage each other” says Xeno, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
You don’t reply. You can feel your breath catch in your throat.
“You know” he continues, seemingly unaware of your condition, “It’s been me and you for months now. I hope you won’t completely ignore me when Stan returns”.
Huh?
“N-no, of course not Xe” You reply, slightly laughing at the absurdity of it.
His hand cups your cheek. He can probably feel how on fire it is, if he can’t see already.
“I’m glad. I've enjoyed our domestic time together.” He says, slightly smiling.
“M-me too” you manage to get out.
You don’t know what to say. He’s so close to you. You can practically feel his breath on you and you make the mistake of looking at his lips. They’re slightly parted, and fucking glossy. You want to kiss him so bad, he’s so close, it’d be so easy. Barley a few inches between the two of you.
Suddenly he leans into your ear.
“Who do you prefer?” He asks, as if he's asking you what you want for breakfast.
“W-hat.. I…. wh-” is all you manage to get out.
What is he asking you? Why is he asking you this? Your chest feels as though it might explode. You grip the coffee cup still in your hand and then you feel his hand on yours. You gasp.
Xeno takes the cup and puts it on the small table next to his.
“It’s a simple question,” he says, still uncomfortably close.
“I-I don’t prefer either. I love you both the same. You know this.” You reply, now looking at him.
“Well…” he starts. “I wonder what you would think if you knew the things Stan has said to me” He replies.
“What? W-what has he said?” You ask, still flustered but more curious.
“Well,” Xeno starts, forehead almost touching yours at this point. “He has commented on your outfits multiple times. Your actions. Your body.” He ends with.
You don’t reply. You can’t. What does he mean? You can’t find the words to ask.
Then, Xeno leans in, closing that distance. Your eyes shoot open. His lips are so soft against yours. He feels warm and his scent is so overwhelming. He pulls back.
“Stan also talks about doing that” he says as he leans back slightly, a small blush creeping up ever so slightly.
You’re sitting there like an idiot. Mouth open, wondering if that actually just happened. Xeno is starting to look slightly concerned.
“Did you not…I apologise if-” He starts, but you kiss him again, lunging forward. Taking this opportunity even if it is a daydream.
You close your eyes, kissing him. His lips are so soft, you can’t get over it. You feel as his hands find their way to your waist. Gripping it ever so slightly. You deepen the kiss by putting your hands around his neck and moving closer so that you’re practically chest to chest.
You make a bold move. You swing your leg around him and push up so you're straddling him now. He responds by grabbing your waist and setting you on top of him.
You couldn’t believe this was happening. How long did Xeno feel like this? What would Stan think? There were so many questions swirling around your head. They were all cut short when Xenos hand made his way down your waist and on your thighs. You pulled back and gasped, embarrassed by how easy he was able to elicit a reaction out of you.
You heard Xeno chuckle, low and deep. You couldn’t look at him.
“Y/N” he said. You didn't look at him. Too embarrassed.
He took your chin, making him look at you.
“If you’re worried about Stan” he says, and you feel bad you haven't really thought of him. “Me and him talked about this.” Your reaction shifts to confusion.
You’re still on top of him, and you hate how you can feel every bit of him underneath you. It’s driving you insane.
“W-what do you mean?” You manage to ask.
“Well, you’re smart," he starts. “I’m sure you've noticed the stares, from both of us” he added at the end, and you feel him shift underneath you.
“Well…” you say. “I guess. B-but… I thought maybe it was just me” you reply looking away, embarrassed yet again. “I didn’t want to ruin anything, by saying or doing anything” you confess.
Xeno grabs your chin again.
“You’re a smart girl.” He smiles and kisses you again. Deeper, more meaningful this time.
“You can talk to Stan later tonight, but for now it’s just us,” he says.
“That’s good to me” you reply, barely a whisper.
You kiss him again, hard and meaningful. Your whole body feels hot. Everything happened so quickly. It’s so intense.
Both of Xeno’s hands find their way to your thighs and you, absentmindedly shift your weight on top of him, and that's when you feel it. Through the thin material of this pyjama pants, you feel something poking your thigh.
He's still kissing you, hungry, like a meal he can’t get enough of. Unsure if he's aware, you grind, losing all your inhibitions.
He groans against your mind as he pulls back.
Let’s go upstairs“ he says as you nod.
You get up and he takes your hand, leading you back upstairs towards his room, one you're more than familiar with.
As you enter a window is open and the room is chill. He sits on the bed and you take your position again on top.
You pull back in, to kiss him, to feel him against you again, but he stops you.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” He asks, looking at you. You chuckle.
“This is the most sure I’ve been in my life," you answer.
He wastes no time. He dives back, kissing you, caressing you, everything you’ve dreamed about. And let's be honest, everything you’ve touched yourself about.
He moves back, and so do you. Xeno’s leaving against the back of the bed, against the wall. You move with him, practically leaning into him.
You grid against him, feeling yourself become more wet by the minute.
You're burning for him. Everything you've imagined in your mind has evaporated. Feeling him, and being with him made everything else useless.
He tugs at the hem of your top and you lift your hands, letting him slide your top off. You're not wearing a bra. You feel a little insecure.
Xeno senses this and pulls back.
“You’re so elegant. You have nothing to worry about, "he says.
You smile as his hands make their way up to your chest. He touches you with intent. Every touch is calculated, and you wouldn’t expect anything else from him.
As you lean into him, you hear a phone.
Ring, Ring, Ring
You look over Xeno’s beside table, where he had left his phone.
You see the caller ID.
Stanley.
Fuck.
A/N: Let me know if you guys want Xeno x Reader X Stanley continuation 😏.
when someone says "why would you want a physical copy of that? you can just stream it" i physically recoil. a feeling of dread comes over me like an evil spirit just passed through my body
i thought i was aroace flux homoromantic but then suddenly female alastor existed and now idk what’s going on all i know for sure is that im still aroace
