Stan Pines x fem!Reader

Stan x Reader smut

            Working at the Mystery Shack was often a bore without the twins around. I mean, sure, Soos and Wendy are kinda fun; but a rambunctious Mabel and flustered little Dipper always livened up the day for you. However, there was a bit of a perk when the two weren't buzzing about; which was a nice little break during your work hours - granted by the horny old man who liked to fuck you during them.

"Oh, Stan- yes!" You tried muffling your cries of ecstasy (for the only thing separating the two of you and the hoard of tourists was a thin wall of wood), but the raw feeling of Stan moving in and out of you without the usual plastic coat of protection was way too intense.

"Shh, wouldn't want ta be caught would we, toots?" Stan murmured before playfully nipping your earlobe, which sent shivers down your already quivering spine.

Despite the man's warning only moments before, his thrusts only seemed to deepen and stretch you to lengths only Stanley Pines could manage. One specific snapping of hips resulted in a cringingly loud moan, causing a sharp hiss to rush past Stan's chapped lips. "Quiet [Y/N]!" But you couldn't help the noises you were emitting. Not when your lover was so thick in girth and lively in lovemaking.

To your dismay, his pace slowed in an attempt to shut you up as much as possible; but it only resulted in a glare thrown back at him as you peered over your shoulder – something that amused the old bastard. "Come on, be good for Daddy." Stan purred, causing a heat to arise under the skin of your cheeks. Damn it, Stan knew how much that kink turned you on – so much that you failed to notice he'd ceased his movements in order to catch your attention.

"Say you'll be good, baby girl." He murmured before shifting his hips, resulting in a whimper to vibrate through your throat as you try to rock into him – though your attempt was foiled as he tightly held your hips in place. "Nah uh, not until you promise." He grinned at the sight of your pout, followed by the little sigh you let out. "I promise I'll be good Daddy."

"That's my girl." Stan nodded in approval before he suddenly began to pound into you from behind once more, and it took all the willpower you could muster not to scream his name.

Instead, you tried finding solace in letting out short little gasps and whispers of his favorite nickname: Daddy. Hearing all of it drove Stan closer and closer to release; and before long your inner walls began to tighten around his pulsating shaft as you came, with him not far behind. Soon the sound of skin slapping against skin began to diminish as Stan rode his own orgasm, though his thrusts didn't stop until his cum began to dribble down your inner thigh.

Once he was completely done, Stan let out a satisfied grunt before pulling out. Though, before you could attempt to stand on your wobbly legs, you earned a loud and painful smack to the ass – something Stan always does after fucking you.

Hearing him pull up his pants zipper caught your attention as you unsteadily made your way over to your discarded clothes, reminding you that he hadn't even taken his clothes off during the whole ordeal. "Well, see you tonight, toots!"