Losers Club x Fem!! Reader Smut Book

Stan Uris x Fem!! reader

"Wait, is that my shirt?"

Your POV:

I woke up to my alarm blaring in my ear and I sit up. I turn off my alarm and climb out of bed. I slowly make my way to my closet picking out a white skirt and a baby blue button-up that my boyfriend had recently forgotten at my house. I walk over to my dresser and open my undergarments drawer. I pick out a baby blue bra and panties matching set. I then walk into my bathroom setting my outfit on the counter and grabbing a towel, hanging it on the hook beside my shower. I walk out of my bathroom back into my room and turn on my record player, setting the vinyl album Hounds of Love by Kate Bush on the revolving platter. I hum along to the first song and grab the lighter off my bedside table, dancing my way back into my bathroom. I light all my candles and turn on my shower to a nice warm temperature. I strip out of my pajamas and toss them into my laundry hamper. I was currently home alone since my parents were on a business trip all the way in London, England. They wouldn't be home for a month or two, but they call every chance they get to check on me. They trust me enough considering I'm a 15-year-old girl. I step into my shower, sighing as the warm water cascades off my skin. I wet my hair and take my strawberry-scented shampoo and put some in the palm of my hand. I wash my hair with shampoo then I put some of my strawberry conditioner in the palm of my hand, rubbing my hands together, and massage the conditioner into my damp h/c hair. I take my strawberry body wash and put some in the palm of my hand. I rub my hands together and rub my hands all along my body and the smell of strawberries floods my nose and I smile. I wash off the soap from the body wash and turn off my shower. I grab my towel and step out of the shower. I dry my body off and put on my outfit. I plug in my hair dryer and just as I'm about to dry my hair, I hear soft taps on my bedroom window. I walk back into my room and peek through my curtains. I see my all too adorable boyfriend standing in my yard and I grin. I pull open my curtains and open my window. "Hey curly fry," I say, giggling. "Hey princess," he says, smiling. "Come on up," I say, walking back into my bathroom, leaving the window open. I start drying my hair and Stan grabs a book off my bookshelf and sits down on my bed, opening the book and reading the first page. I finish partly drying my hair and then I put my rollers in, giggling at myself in the mirror. I walk out of my bathroom and sit down on my bed next to Stan. "One Hundred Years of Solitude, that's one of my favorites," I say, smiling at the curly-haired boy who was reading my hardcover copy of the classic book by Garcia Marquez. "I've never read it, mind if I borrow it?" he says, closing the book and setting it on my nightstand. "Yea, you can borrow my paperback copy of it, but not my hardback copy," I say, leaning in and pressing a soft and quick kiss to Stan's lips. He nods and smiles. I get up from my bed and strut my way over to my vanity, sitting down and applying a little blush across my cheeks and my nose. I put on some dark red lipstick and apply some mascara. I get up and go back into my bathroom and turn my hair dryer on again. I finish drying my hair, which was still in the rollers. I finish drying my smooth yet damp hair and unplug my blowdryer. I take out the rollers and gently comb through the curls with my hands. I smile at myself in the mirror, satisfied with my look and I walk out of my bathroom and sit down on my boyfriend's lap on my bed.  "I hope this seat isn't taken," I say, smirking playfully. "No, I don't think it is," Stan says, putting his arms around my waist. I grin and he presses his soft pink lips against my dark red ones. His lips move against mine so perfectly. My hands find their way to his soft brown curls and I tug at his hair softly. Stan lets out a soft moan into the kiss. He pulls away and looks at the shirt I was wearing. "Wait, is that my shirt?" he asks, his face turning a soft shade of pink. "Yup," I say, making sure to emphasize the 'p' in 'Yup'. He grins, "You look hot in it," he says, smirking. I blush and smile. "I know," I say, smirking. He rolls his eyes and unbuttons the top button on the shirt I'm wearing. I lock eyes with him and he holds the eye contact while he unbuttons the shirt all the way down. I break eye contact with him and my eyes flutter shut as a shiver runs down my spine. I slide the shirt off and toss it on my floor. I stand up and begin to take off my skirt at an antagonizingly slow speed. Stan's face turns pink as he sees the baby blue matching set that was tucked away under my skirt and his button-up. I sit back down in his lap and feel his member poking my thigh. I smirk and start gently moving my hips back and forth against his lap. "Y/n, what are you doing?" Stan asks, putting his hands on my waist. "Nothin'," I say, smirking as I move my hips a little quicker. Stan lets out a quiet sigh and he bucks his hips up a little. I stop moving my hips and grin. Stan unbuttons his shirt and takes it off throwing it somewhere on the floor. He pushes me out of his lap gently and stands up, taking off his khaki shorts, leaving him in only his boxers. I blush and Stan pushes me down so that I'm now laying down and he is hovering over me. "God, your so hot," Stan mutters, kissing me on the cheek softly. He leaves a trail of kisses down to my neck stopping to bite and suck on my neck in some spots. I whine softly as Stan finds the one special spot on m neck that is just above my collarbone. Stan sucks and bites on that spot mercilessly. Stan stops and sits up, I also sit up and my face turns pink. Stan smirks and glides his hands around to the back of my bra. He unclasps my bra and I slide it off, the baby blue bra joining the other items of clothing someplace on the floor. Stan takes one of my breasts into his mouth and begins sucking and biting it. "Shit," I whine softly, my back arching slightly. Stan continues to suck on my breast as he trails one of his hands down to my womanhood. He rubs small circles on my clothed clit. "Stan," I moan out breathlessly, my eyes rolling back as my eyelids flutter shut. Stan stops sucking on my breast and he pulls the waistband of my baby blue panties up away from my body. He smirks as he pulls the waistband far enough that he could glance down and see everything. Stan then let go, the waistband snapping back onto my lower abdomen as I let out a soft gasp. Stan smirks, one of his hands hooking around the waistband of my panties, pulling them down slowly. I lift up my waist off the bed, allowing him to pull the baby blue undergarment off. Stan tosses my panties on the floor with the rest of my clothes and the majority of his. Stan gets up and takes off his boxers, his member springing up and slapping against his stomach. Now, even though this was nowhere near our first time together, it always shocks me how big his member is. Stan's member is at least 5 or 6 inches, and maybe even bigger than that. Stan pulls me by my ankles to wear my upper body is laying on the bed and my lower body is hanging off my bed. Stan kneels down in front of me on the floor and leans his face close to my womanhood. Stan blows gently on my clit, sending a jolt of pleasure all throughout my body. I let out a breathy cry, my hands gripping the bedspread tightly. Stan rubs circles on my clit with his tongue and he slides one of his fingers into my vagina. I moan and I put one of my hands on the back of his head pushing it down gently. Stan adds another finger, curling them up. "Stan, I'm c-close" I whine out, my back arching. Stan pulls away and pulls out his fingers. He stands up and lines his member up with my entrance. He pushes all the way in and I moan. "Fuck," Stan groans, pulling out and thrusting back in. He continues thrusting in and out at a nice steady pace. "Stan, please go faster," I whine. "If you say so, princess," he says speeding up his thrusts immensely. I moan, my back arching. "F-fuck, I'm close," I whine, my eyes fluttering shut. "Shit, me too, baby," Stan groans, thrusting faster. After a few more thrusts my orgasm comes ripping through me and I scream. Stan pulls out and releases on my stomach. Me and Stan are both panting. I yawn and Stan walks to my bathroom. He comes back with a warm wet washcloth. He wipes off my stomach and goes and puts the washcloth in my laundry hamper. He comes back and hands me my baby blue bra and panties. I sit up and slide my bra back on. I stand up and slip on my panties. Stan gives me his blue button-up that I had on earlier and I slip it on, leaving it unbuttoned. I yawn again and Stan slips on his boxers. He lays down on my bed and pulls me close to him. I lay my head on his chest, smiling. "Go to sleep baby," Stan mutters pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. I smile and slowly drift off to sleep.