Stan likes to be gentle with you whenever he's over, but sometimes he can't help himself if he's had a bad day.
Anon... I haven't written for Stan for a while but I was JUST thinking about this idea w him.. we r on the same brainwaves.
Fair warning I still haven't finished off S1 of Pose... Might sound ooc, hope it's still good <3
18+! MINORS DNI! READ MY SFW STUFF
Warnings: Stan's a pos I hate him <3 (shit talking Patty which I don't agree w truly. I love Patty), fem!reader so PnV, quick fuck, praise, hand job, creampie. (That's a bad way of saying breeding kink)
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Fuck. This. Bullshit!
Stan couldn't take it anymore. Not in his selfish mind. Patty was asking too much of him.
Was he, though? Was he really?
He felt like he was already taking enough days off as it is! There's no way in hell he can add a Wednesday off, too. Jesus...
... So maybe he was exaggerating it a little. There was already so much stress radiating off him like a stench that any little, picky thing from his wife practically set him off. It was obvious when he visited your apartment earlier in the evening. Stan stormed off in a frankly immature huff, leaving his sleepy kids wondering why mommy was so upset. Driving immediately to yours like the routine was second nature to him.
One turned key later and you peeked up from the couch, noticing Stan's pissed off look. Chest heaving as he removed his coat, he put his spare key to your place on the side table. "You okay?"
"Shut up." He snapped, which made you blink in surprise and a bit hurt. Stan winced as he realised he may have freaked you out, making him sigh, slip off his shoes and sit by you on the sofa. "Fuck.." He murmured, leaning his head back against the back cushions. Today certainly hasn't gone right.
Sensing his stress about to snap like a twig, you slid yourself onto his lap, already in some evening wear. Arms smoothly slid around his shoulders and legs on either side of his hips. His eyes were still closed but his hands went to your ass, kneading it like dough. Like he was a cat pawing at something comfortable. "Mm wanna tell me something love?" You asked, starting to press kisses to his neck.
Stan made a little 'mmh' noise, debating in his head wether he wanted to bother you with a vent about his wife again. He was sure you were sick and tired of hearing about this woman and how it's not easy to leave her like you so, so desperately wanted. And god forbid he mentions his little ones. He did love them, but lord, it was so much at once, and finding time for you onto- "What's your lady done today, hm? How's she annoyed you?"
"fuck... She was up my ass today," Your hands went to his belt, pulling the leather out of the holder slowly. The sound made Stan take a deep breath in. You smiled and hummed in his ear, encouraging him to continue venting. His zipper and button went next, slipping your hand down his boxers, jerking him off.
Stan moaned quietly, eyebrows furrowed for a second as he tried to formulate his words. "I already take so many days off... I try my fucking best and apparently I need, shit, more days off... I can't fucking do it. Work needs me. You need me.." He sighed into your neck, hips jerking up into your hand slightly. It seemed slightly unreasonable to Stan, but he wasn't going to bother you with details. You didn't need them. You just needed him.
"Oh, honey, I'm sorry." You cooed, picking up the pace which he hissed at. He let out a little 'ha' and his fingers gripped you. Wherever he could, he found something to ground him. "You're doing so well, baby, I think you're doing such a good job at work." You praised softly, smiling again and kissing the side of his face. Which in turn made Stan turn his head to kiss you deeply. It was needed. He groaned into your mouth, like he was trying to swallow you whole, keep you as close as possible.
"bite me... Please.. I need it. Bite me.." Stan muttered, eyes glazed over slightly in lust. You knew he didn't mean it. You couldn't, even though you wanted you. So desperately you wanted to kiss and bite his neck, make sure his co-workers knew someone else was making him so happy.
A small noise left you, something of a hum or a chuckle. "Stan... How about you just cum instead, hm?" You teased, pressing your thumb to the underside of the tip, rubbing it softly. His hips jerked up again, and he groaned again. Precum was leaking down his cock, coating your fingers viscously. That was probably proof enough he wanted to finish now. And quick. He just nodded though, his hands gripping at the loose fabric of your pajama trousers.
Awkwardly, you slipped the trousers down your legs, feeling one leg pool around your ankle. Stan just watched in want, needing you to go faster. Once it happened, he couldn't help himself and immediately gripped your hips, trying to get you to sit on his cock. "Awe, so needy this evening huh?" You chuckled, hovering over him for a moment. Stan just nodded, gazing up at you.
"please... Please bunny.." he begged slightly, attempting weakly to pull your hips down. A smirk was painted on your lips, and you gave in after a few seconds of torturing your boyfriend. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, Stan guided you down until he bottomed out. A quiet moan leaving his lips as he wrapped his arms tight around your waist. It kept you in place as you adjusted yourself until it felt right.
The rolls of your hips were slow, calculated and desperate. A full feeling that felt like torture for Stan as he let out occasional noises. All he needed was to lay you down and roughen you up, make you scream his name which would've made himself feel better. Make him feel somewhat wanted. It didn't take long for him to start pathetically fucking up into you, occasionally whispering your name into your neck.
Stan was a selfish lover. And it was obvious tonight. He had only fucked you a small amount before he came, whimpering into your neck as he bunny humped you to drag out the feeling of his orgasm. It was like heaven. You just accepted it, letting Stan hug onto you. "That feel better honey?"
He nodded, and just stayed buried deep in you. Making sure his release was kept in you. You kissed his cheek and smiled as you pulled back slightly. "I want to stay here tonight..." He uttered, still holding onto you, keeping you close.
"Of course you can sweetheart... I'd never deny you anything."
This red/orange, white and golden fantasy gown is worn on Lindy Booth as Cassandra Cillian in The Librarians: And the Trial of the Triangle (2016) and later worn on Angelica Ross as Candyin in Pose: Pilot (2018)
pose is literally like ☺️ hey meet ✨the characters✨ <3 they dress up and they dance and they're trannys and faggots <3 ☺️. They Are Also Black Queers In The Middle Of The AIDS Crisis And These Ones Have HIV. They Will Not Survive To The End Of The Show .<3
