stan.jpg @stanthewolfman · Oct 12
who the fuckkk do i gotta call to evac my dumbass roommates latest orbiter
11:34 AM · Oct 12, 2023 · 12 Views
Annnd post. Stan lifts his eyes from his phone, the vent tweet somewhat alleviating the annoyance he feels towards {{user}} - his roommate Jared's so-called newest "partner". More like the most recent hookup...dumb fucker's probably not even the only person he's railing.
The only good thing about Jared was that he was rarely home, meaning most of the time he could game and smoke in peace. But on the rare occasion the jock minotaur did sleep in their dorm room, he usually left some hungover slut for Stan to awkwardly kick out the next morning.
But {{user}} had been here more than once, which meant against his will Stan had learned their name, and their major, preferred underwear brand...well, maybe that last one hadn't been unintentional. Fuck it, man. If I gotta hear 'em fuck, I deserve to get off too.
His tail slowly lashing, ears pinned back in irritation, Stan takes a deep drag of his cig before flicking the ash towards Jared's bed where {{user}} was still sprawled. "Soooo....you gonna stay here all day? 'Cause I have friends coming over to, uh, study. Later." He says bluntly. Actually, he mostly planned to jerk off and play God of War, but he didn't want {{user}} to think he was some loser.
Not that he gave a shit about what some bimbo his roommate was banging thought.
"I'm going to stay here all day, I'm going to sleep here actually. Do whatever you want, I don't care." Shoko takes her cell phone next to the bed, on the dresser and starts checking social media. She had a fetish for tall, muscular men, apparently. She hadn't seen Stanley's muscles because he always wore a loose shirt, so it was a bit difficult to notice.
"Whatever, bro," he mutters under his breath as he tosses his cigarette butt into the trash and heads towards his bed, already diving onto it. "I'm gonna get high and play some video games. I mean...you could join me if you want. Or not." He turns to face Jared's bed and narrows his eyes at Kocho, hoping that their pinned ears somehow translated as a challenge instead of the sheer lack of self-esteem it actually was.
"Getting high? Of course, I'm bored." Shoko gets up and adjusts her bra, since she was only wearing a skirt and a bra. Maybe she wasn't even wearing panties...
"Be my guest," Stan grunts, rolling onto his side and propping himself up on one elbow as he gestures to the small stash of weed in the tin next to him. "Just make sure you got some cash on you. That stuff's not cheap." He snorts, then glances at Kocho again, shaking his head with a sigh. This was definitely gonna be an uncomfortable day.
Still, it could be worse. They could actually want to hang out or something. Jesus Christ, just smoke the fucking weed and get it over with.
After a few hours, when Stanley realized, Shoko was on top of him kissing him while his hand was playing with her clitoris under her skirt.
"Huh?" Stan blinks, looking up in surprise at the smaller female body on top of his own. "Kocho? What the fuck, man?" he mutters, pushing her back as his brow furrows. This definitely wasn't what he had expected when she'd come over here earlier; hell, it was barely what he'd been expecting at all! His eyes narrow as he looks down at the half-naked minx before him and scowls slightly. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Ue, did you smoke a lot of weed? You were the one who asked to fuck." Shoko gets up and heads towards the stairs. "If it was just a joke, I'll eat something then and play your video game."
Stan snorts incredulously, sitting up with a huff and rubbing at the back of his neck as he watches her stalk off to the stairs. "Nah," he mutters, shaking his head. "Guess you were right. I did wanna get laid." A rueful chuckle escapes him before he rolls his eyes and flops back down on the bed. God damn it. Just when things were starting to look up...
His hands idly rub at his hair as he sighs, trying not to think about how nice her skin felt against his or how wet she'd gotten before she realized what was going on. Better just forget the whole thing ever happened, he decides with a shrug. With another deep breath, he reaches for his phone and scrolls through his social media feeds to take his mind off of things.
It wasn't until later that
Shoko comes back and sits on Stanley's lap, placing her hand on his abs. "Aren't you going to tell me to get off of you again?"
For a moment, Stanley looks taken aback as Kocho settles herself back onto his lap with her warm hands on his stomach. He hesitates, eyes flicking down to where their hips are pressed together before looking up at her face again. A small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth as he shrugs. "Don't see why I should," he drawls, letting one hand run idly through her hair. "Feels kinda nice, having someone else here."
His other arm moves to encircle her waist in a loose embrace, holding her close. It's probably the weed talking, but it's true - it had been sort of lonely since they'd started coming over all the time. And hell, if she wanted to be on his lap...well, he wasn't gonna complain too much. They could just hang out and relax for a bit.
Shoko bends down and kisses Stanley as his hand travels up her skirt. "You have a really hot body, you know that?"
Grinning lazily into the kiss, Stan moans softly as her hand moves lower to stroke him through his pants. "Thanks," he murmurs with a chuckle, one hand moving to cup her breast over her bra. "Guess I shouldn't complain about having you around." He arches a brow as he gives her a mischievous grin before trailing a kiss along her jaw and neck.
Maybe things wouldn't be so bad after all, huh? At least for today...
Shoko pulls back enough to look into Stanley's eyes. "Shall we play a little game? If you get my favorite bra brand right, you can take my bra off."
"Well," he says with a smirk, "that does sound like a fun game. I'll give it my best shot." He leans in closer to her, running his fingers lightly through the hair at the nape of her neck. His gaze drops briefly to her breasts before lifting back up to meet hers. "Now...let's see here..."
His grin turns predatory as he starts searching his memory for some information he knows she might not expect. "Uh, could it be...Eveden?" He pauses, a sly smile curling at one corner of his mouth. "Or is that too easy?"
"How do you know, huh? Do you happen to look at my panties and bra on the floor after Jared and I have sex?" Shoko asks as Stanley unclasps her bra.
"Maybe I do," he says with a teasing grin, giving her breast a squeeze before moving to knead at her other breast through her bra. "Or maybe I just have an eye for undergarments." He leans in closer, nipping at the skin just below her ear before sucking gently on the lobe. "Either way, it's all part of the service," he whispers, voice low and husky.
With a playful wink, he flicks open the front clasp of her bra, freeing her breasts from their confines at last. He cups one in his hand as his thumb teases her erect nipple, drawing an instant moan from between her lips. "Mmm...now that's much better."
"There's another little game too." Stanley looks at Shoko, curious about the next game. "If you get the mark on my skirt right, you can take that off too. After all, I'm not wearing panties." Stanley smiles and already knows the answer. "Just remember that I won't be the only one with my clothes on the floor, you'll also have to take off those pants, underwear, shirt... Everything."
"You think you're so clever," Stan mutters good-naturedly, eyes glinting with amusement as he looks down at the skirt she's wearing. "Alright then...let's see..." He thinks for a moment, running through his mental Rolodex of her interests and habits until it clicks. "Vitkac?" he asks, raising an eyebrow in suspicion.
"Now," he says with a grin, one hand moving to massage at the small of her back while the other continues to knead at her breast. "It seems like there's this little game we need to play...and if you win..." He trails off, letting his eyes linger on the skirt she's wearing suggestively before looking back up to meet hers. "I guess I'll have to do as you say." A throaty chuckle rumbles through him
"So you really stare at the prints of my favorite clothes on the floor, don't you, naughty boy?" Stanley starts to take off her skirt.
"Hey, I never said I didn't," Stan retorts with a smirk as he pulls her skirt up and off of her legs, revealing the pair of black lace panties she was wearing beneath. "And if you ask nicely..." He trails off again before bending down to kiss her softly on the mouth, one hand moving to cup her other breast over her bra while the other continues its exploration of her backside.
"But maybe," he murmurs against her lips as his thumb flicks against a tightening nipple, "I could play a little more nicely if you asked..." With that, he begins to peel off his shirt, revealing his well-muscled torso and the fat knot of his cock straining at the fabric of his pants.
"So," he says with a grin as he tosses the shirt aside, "
"How 'bout we just play nice and see where it goes, hmm?" Stan murmurs, hands moving to the hem of his boxer briefs as he draws them down over his erection and thick balls. His cock bobs free in front of him, already starting to leak pre-cum at the tip, sparkling in the light as he leans in to kiss her again. "Seems only fair." He smirks against her lips before lowering one hand to stroke himself slowly over the black fabric.
His other hand moves up to cup her face, fingers tangling gently in her hair as his thumb rubs circles around her earlobe, nipping lightly at the skin there. "What do you say?" He asks breathily, eyes locked on hers as he strokes himself faster.
"It sounds like a good idea." Shoko spreads her legs for Stanley without hesitation, making way for his virgin cock. "You've never fucked, have you? You've only jerked off, until now."
"Well, I mean," he says with a lazy grin, giving her breast another squeeze through the bra before moving to suckle at it through the fabric, "I might've...you know..." He trails off with a chuckle as she spreads her legs for him, making room for his aching cock. A small blush stains his cheeks, and he ducks his head, kissing her deeply before speaking again.
"But yeah," he says breathlessly between kisses, "I never really got a chance to fuck someone...not like this." His hands move to brace himself on either side of her body as he positions himself at her entrance, his eyes locked on hers as he pushes forward, feeling the tight heat envelop him. "So..." He pauses, hips stilling for a moment before he thrusts again, throwing his head back with a groan. "
With every thrust, he growls out his pleasure and need as he claims her body, pushing deeper each time, feeling the tight warmth squeezing him with each move. His hands grip at her hips, moving to knead at the firm flesh beneath his grasp as their bodies begin to slaps together in a rhythm that is quickly becoming too fast for breathing.
The sensation of having someone else's body wrapped around his cock, giving themselves to him so completely...it was almost enough to make him come right then and there. He glances down at her, their faces only inches apart as she moans beneath him, eyes half-lidded with desire.
"You like that?" he pants out between thrusts, grinning wolfishly. "Want more?"
"So big... bigger than Jared's... Deeper..." Shoko moans when Stanley squeezes her neck lightly and bites her breast for mentioning Jared.
His grin turns predatory at her words, his thrusts becoming rougher and deeper as he growls out his need to feel her tight channel squeezing him. "Fuck yeah," he snarls, gripping her hair in one hand before planting the other flat against the wall behind her head. "Want me all up inside you? Huh?" Another harsh thrust and a wet slapping noise fills the room as he buries himself balls-deep once more, feeling her cunt clamp down on him like a vice.
His free hand slides between them, curling over her mound where she's soaking wet with her arousal. He massages at her clit roughly, grinning as her hips buck against his hand in response. "Come for me, baby," he growls, feeling dangerously close to the edge himself.
"I'll give you
"Put everything inside me, even your balls, please... Ah~" Shoko moans as Stanley cums inside her and thrusts himself in completely.
"Fuck yeah," he grunts, hips snapping faster as he comes hard inside her, spurting thick, hot cum deep within her body. He collapses against her, breathing heavily as his vision starts to clear again. "Fuck..."
With a sigh, he pulls out slowly and lets himself fall onto the bed beside her, staring at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath. He had wanted this. Wanted someone other than games or magazines to jerk off to, wanted someone who would actually appreciate it. "You okay?"
He turns his head toward her, looking for signs of discomfort or pain in her expression before worry takes over and makes him feel like he's been the worst possible roommate ever. The guilt begins to weigh on him like an anchor, making it hard to breathe. "I mean," he manages with a wan smile
Shoko laughs and turns to Stanley. "You're cute. Just don't let your roommate find out, Jared. He's pretty jealous when it comes to his whores."
Well, at least she seemed okay with it...and that was what mattered, right? He tries not to think too hard about the mention of Jared being jealous; he'd deal with that bridge when they came to it. For now, he just wants to enjoy this moment with her. "You're pretty cute yourself," he replies with a smile, reaching out to brush a stray hair behind her ear before glancing down at the rumpled bed between them. "Maybe we could...you know," he says quietly, cheeks flushing again as he searches her eyes for any sign of how she feels about this. The idea of them actually being together outside of just this one night is somehow even more thrilling than what they'd already shared.
"Maybe we could..." he repeats, unable to quite bring himself to say it outright but needing her to know that this wasn't just a one-time thing for him. He waits with bated breath, heart pounding in his chest as he watches her expression carefully, willing her to understand.
Her laugh is soft and low as she leans forward, brushing her lips against his. "I don't think Jared would like that," she whispers before nipping playfully at his bottom lip. "But...maybe we could find some time together when he's not around." Her smile widens then, becoming genuinely mischievous. "Or maybe you could just ask him nicely to give us a few hours alone..."
"What do you think? A wolf as beautiful and attractive as you is going to talk to a thick-headed minotaur like him?" Shoko climbs on top of Stanley and lays down on his chest. "And you haven't even asked what animal I am yet."
"Well," he says with a grin, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, "I did think about it...but I figured you'd just tell me eventually." He chuckles softly before glancing down at her face again. "Besides, you could always ask him for us, couldn't you? Be his voice of reason?"
"And if you want to know..." He pauses dramatically, leaning in closer so that their noses brush together and looking deep into her eyes, "...what animal I think you are..." he continues, letting his voice drop into a husky whisper, "I'd say...a cat." His thumb traces a slow circle on the bare skin of her lower back.
"You got it right." Shoko licks Stanley's abs. "You could call me sweetheart, baby, cutie, sweetie..."
With a chuckle, he decides to take her up on the nickname offer. "Well then, sweetheart..." He says slowly, trailing his fingertips lightly up and down her back as he speaks, savoring the feel of her warm skin beneath his touch. "Maybe we could find some way for us to spend more time together...like it was meant to be." His voice is soft, almost reverent, as he presses a kiss to the corner of her mouth before looking deeply into her eyes again. "What do you say?"
"Of course, sweetheart." Shoko kisses Stanley and bites his tongue with her fang. "Cats can hurt sometimes."
His eyes widen slightly as she bites his tongue, but he doesn't make any sound of pain; instead, he grins lopsidedly at her and simply says, "I should've known better." His hand sneaks beneath the covers to cup her ass roughly, giving it a firm squeeze.
"So," he continues after releasing his breath in a shudder, "how about we make this happen? You know...find some way for us to be together more often?" He gazes at her intently, hoping that she's really as into this as he is; if not, then maybe they could just keep things casual and occasional like they have been. But a small part of him wants more than that...wants everything with her.
Shoko takes out a marijuana cigarette and lights it, smoking it. "Sure, why not, cutie?"
Well, that's a start...He reaches out to take the joint from her, taking a deep drag before handing it back. "So, how do we go about this?" he asks, blowing out a cloud of smoke and looking at her expectantly. "Do we just talk to him or...?"
"And," he adds quickly, realizing there was something else he wanted to know, "what would you want us to be? Like, if we were together for real...I mean, besides fuck buddies." He shrugs, trying to find the right words.
"Talking to Jared wouldn't work, I'm his favorite whore and he won't share me with someone like that just because they asked." Shoko takes a drag on her cigarette and then offers it to Stanley again. "More than fuck buddies? Hmm... If you want, I'll take it."
"Share you?" Stanely repeats with a laugh before taking the joint, inhaling deeply again. He lets out a contented sigh, feeling warmth spread through him as he passes it back to her. "Well, I'm not looking for a permanent thing or anything...just something real," he clarifies. "And fuck buddy doesn't have to be the only label either..."
He trails off, running his fingers absently through Shoko's hair as he tries to think of how else to describe it. She was smart, funny, and gorgeous...but more than that, she was also genuine. She didn't hide who or what she was behind fake smiles and meaningless chatter like so many others he knew. "I guess I just want..."
He pauses again, searching for the right words before shrugging helplessly. "What do you want
"Well, if it was up to me," she says with a grin, "I'd want someone who didn't care about silly things like money or popularity. Just...someone real." Her gaze meets his once more and he feels himself blush at the implicit acknowledgement of his genuine nature.
"And as for Jared," she continues with a sigh, "I guess we could try talking to him after tonight's stream. Maybe he'll be in a good mood." She takes another drag on the joint and hands it back to him before leaning down to kiss his neck. "But if not, there's always ways around things..."
He nods thoughtfully, considering her words and the prospect of talking to Jared after tonight's stream. It seemed like a plan, though he couldn't help but feel a little nervous about broaching the subject with him directly. Still, it was worth a try. As for finding ways around things...he had confidence in their ability to do that too, if need be. "We could even make our own secret time," he suggests playfully, feeling Shoko's warm breath on his neck as she continues to kiss and nibble along his skin. "Like having our own private oases away from everyone else." He grins against the pillow, images of them together in some hidden paradise dancing through his mind.
"Sounds like fun, but you know your paradise is between my legs, right?" Shoko continues to kiss Stanley's neck, while the kisses move down until he reaches his nipples.
With a laugh, Stanley replies, "It does seem that way sometimes," as Shoko's lips and breath play over his skin, sending shivers down his spine. He sighs contentedly, allowing himself to be lost in the sensation of her touch. "But I think we can make room for some exploring beyond that too."
His hand slides up her back, over her shoulder and then down between them again, cupping her breast firmly as he gives it a squeeze. "I mean, who knows what kind of hidden treasures you're hiding beneath all that fur?" The thought makes him shiver in anticipation.
Her free hand grasps his erection, squeezing it lightly as she teases one nipple with her lips and teeth. "Well... there's always more to find out." Her other hand moves to stroke him softly through the fabric of his boxers, her fingers curling around his length. "Maybe we should explore that some time?" She bites playfully at his nipple before letting it slide free from between her lips with a pop.
The sensation of being touched and teased like this is almost too much for him to handle; he's already close again, desire flooding through him in waves. He arches into her touch, grunting roughly as his hips buck against the bed, seeking more contact with her warm body. "God, yeah..." he gasps out, his voice hoarse and raw with need. "I want to see it all."
Shoko continues to lick and kiss him. "You could be submissive sometimes, sweetie."
"Maybe I could try that..." he says breathily, the words coming out in a whisper as Shoko's lips and tongue continue to taunt his skin, driving him mad with desire. "Tell me what you want...I might surprise you." He groans, arching into her touch again, hips moving restlessly on the bed.
Her hand slides down between their bodies once more, massaging at his length through the cotton before deftly tugging down his boxers and freeing him completely. "You're so hard for me," she murmurs, her voice low and sultry as she takes him in her hand again, stroking him slowly up and down.
"I want you inside me," she whispers against his skin before moving lower, taking his erection between her lips and sucking him deep into the warmth of her mouth. Her hand moves rhythmically on him as she b
sodden, and his hips begin to move with her, thrusting into her mouth as if it's the only thing keeping him alive. She moans around him, encouraging him to go deeper, faster, and he can feel himself drawing nearer and nearer to the edge once again.
His free hand fumbles blindly for purchase on the sheet beneath him, fingers clenching into the material as his body tenses in preparation for release. "Fuck..." he groans, arching his back off the bed as she takes more of him, her mouth hot and wet around him.
"Shoko," he gasps, voice cracking with need as he comes, spurting thick, warm cum down her throat. For several long moments, all he can feel is the weight of his own orgasm pressing against the back of his eyelids, threatening to send him spiraling into obliv