Best Seat In The House! || s. snyder
kinktober day 2! cws: face riding/sitting, hair pulling, interrupted sex, sorry guys I couldn't help myself... and neither could Xeno apparently. let me know if I missed anything! 1.1k words | ao3 link | kinktober masterlist
Stanley thought he was in heaven.
I mean, what other way could he describe the feeling of your pussy suffocating him?
You’d been so mad at him earlier—something about messin’ with those damn brats. Truthfully, he didn’t care. In fact, he’d do it again in a heartbeat if it meant you would continue grinding on his face so nicely.
The way you moved above him, every shift of your hips, each soft, breathy gasp, filled him with an immense sense of pride.
It was hard to concentrate on anything other than the way his tongue moved against you, slow and deliberate, then greedy and insistent, tracing and teasing. The way he would lick and suck at your clit as if it were his last meal.
He was starved—desperate for every inch of you you’d give him. And he was going to drink you in full.
Your hands threaded through his hair before you even realized it, tugging instinctively, nails raking slightly through the strands. The sound he let out—a low, guttural groan—shook through his chest and reverberated straight through you, making your knees tremble and hips ache for more.
Stanley’s hands gripped at your thighs, gently guiding and rocking you back and forth to match the pace he’d set. Sinful, needy moans echoed around Stanley’s head as he lapped at your clit, hungry yet precise, relentless in his attention. Your thighs clenched tightly around his head as you gasped, fingers digging harshly into his hair as you rode his mouth, utterly powerless to the way he had you consumed.
It was easy to lose yourself in the sensation—the ragged gasps, the heat pressing deep into your chest, the intoxicating taste and scent of yourself coating his lips and tongue. Even his own hips moved subtly, pressing upward in time with his mouth, as if every push, every flick, would grant him some fleeting relief from the need he couldn't hide.
“F-fuck... Stan—!” you whimpered, hips stuttering, chest heaving as your breaths came in short, uneven pants.
You didn't expect him to respond—not with his face buried so completely-but he did, and the sound of his low, muffled voice made your knees tremble. His words were thick, wet, vibrating against your most sensitive part, eyes rolling back, mouth parting in a silent moan as he pulled you closer.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He groaned, voice muffled but unmistakable.
“F-feels good—just like that… please Stan,” you cried out, mind scattered.
Stanley had always been good at following orders. It wasn't just a habit—it was part of the job. But it was impossible not to be grateful that the skill didn't vanish the second he stepped into the bedroom. He knew exactly how to read a target, how to find the right angle, the right pressure, the right rhythm at the exact right moment. And right now, every ounce of that precision, every trained reflex and instinct, was focused entirely on you—on how to work you open, on how to pull every broken moan, every shiver, every flicker of surrender from your body.
You were teetering on the edge, nerves aflame, body trembling as you whimpered, “Stanley... please... let me—mmph!” Hips stuttering, chest heaving, mind melting into the sensations.
Ah, seems like you’d forgotten you were the one who was supposed to be calling the shots, not that he’s complaining, he’d gladly take over for you.
Though suddenly, his phone rang. Sharp, insistent, cutting through the haze of pleasure. Your pulse jumped.
“Ignore it,” Stanley murmured, voice low, gruff, keeping his face buried between your thighs, “Focus on me.”
But the phone kept ringing, the caller ID flashing insistently.
“Ngh—b-but its—X-Xeno!” you stammered,
“Tell him to fuck off,” he grumbled, completely unbothered, fingers pressing you harder against him.
“What if it’s important?” you all but whined, voice trembling.
Stanley hummed against you, a low, amused vibration. “Fine,” he growled, “answer it. But I’m not stopping.” His words pressed into you like a challenge, and your knees shook.
Hands shaking, you snatched the phone and put it on speaker. “H-hello,” you whispered, voice barely holding together, every syllable trembling around the moans threatening to escape.
Xeno's voice came through immediately, calm and unflinching. “Why do you sound like that?” Then, not a second later, “Where's Stanley?”
Stanley hummed low and darkly against your body, lips pressing wetly into your core. “Tell him I'm busy,” he murmured, indifferent to your desperate attempt at composure. Every movement of his tongue, every press of his hands, left you shaking, breathless, completely at his mercy.
Just as you were about to answer for him, Stanley gave a particularly mean suck, and you couldn't hide the whine that slipped out.
At that point, you didn't even care if Xeno heard.
“H-he's... a little—preoccupied!” you admitted, voice faltering.
Xeno, calm and precise as always, began to speak, ready to relay the information both you and Stanley needed. But barely five words in, Stanley groaned, frustration and desire twisting together.
With a swift, practiced motion, he lifted you and slid you down so you were straddling his chest instead of his face, pressing you firmly against him. He ripped the phone from your grasp, growling, “Fuck Xe… you really don’t know when to quit, huh?”
“I don’t care about what you and your wife have going on,” Xeno said evenly through the speaker. “This is important. Though knowing the both of you, that probably means nothing. Keep going for all I care.” It was clinical, precise—and entirely unbothered by what was happening on the other end.
Stanley chuckled, low and dark, the sound vibrating through your body from his chest all the same. “You’re only saying that ’cause y’know you want her too,”
Your cheeks flushed as you jabbed him lightly in the chest. “Stan…”
“What? He knows it’s the truth,” Stanley replied with a grin, eyes glinting mischievously.
Xeno didn’t respond immediately. You could hear him clear his throat through the receiver. “That’s beside the point.”
“Anyway, I need you both to—” Xeno began, but he didn't get much further.
Stanley groaned, clearly done with whatever little game the call had been, and muttered, "Yeah, yeah, yeah... got it. Call ya back later," slamming the phone down without another word.
Before you could even catch your breath, his hands were on your thighs, yanking you back up over his face. “Sit back down,” he commanded, tongue flicking to lick a slow, deliberate stripe against your clit.
“I haven’t had my fill yet.”
an: omg wdym I can write for characters other than Senku???? ok jokes aside, I had a lot of fun working on this and I hope it turned out well! my first drst post was a stanley drabble so this brings me back.... @lo1itado11 oh the memories 🥹