Warnings: SMUT. We have fingering, oral (guy on girl), exhibitionism(ish?), and just smut. Hope I didn’t leave anything out! Enjoy ;)
A/N: MY FIRST STUART FIC! I wrote this in literally 2 hours, so I hope it’s not too bad. But, I was inspired and it is Stuart week, so I thought why not? I haven’t been writing much lately, so I hope this pulls me out of my writers block. I’m excited though, and I hope you like it. I didn’t proofread since it’s like 1 am here, sorry lol.
The work day was dragging on today at Google HQ, as it usually does on Fridays. I sat perched at my desk while trying to work on a particular code that would not cooperate with me, and I could not figure out the issue for the life of me.
Out of frustration, I shut off the monitor and make my way to the nap pods with full intentions of napping for the last half hour of work. I turn down the hall to the nap room when I notice a few co-workers making their way toward me. Neha spotted me and her face lit up as she sped walked over to me and caught me off guard, grabbing my arm with urgency before she spoke.
“Please tell me you’re coming tonight!”
I give her a questioning look before glancing behind her to the taller man with honey-brown eyes and messy chocolate brown hair, making me stutter my reply, unable to tear my eyes away from him to make eye contact with Neha again.
“Um, wait what? Coming where?”
“To the club. Seriously, you have to come. If you don’t go I will be the only girl going, please don’t do that to me. It’s girl code.” She chuckled, her eyes giving off a glint of hope.
I let out a sigh, knowing she didn’t really give me a choice with pulling the girl code card. “Fine. Where is this club?”
She scribbled the address of the club on a scrap piece of paper before handing it to me, thanking me for the thousandth time already. I waved her off, knowing I was wasting good napping time the longer this conversation lasted. She hugged me before saying her goodbye and pulling me into a hug. The man behind her smiling at me a mischievous grin for some unknown reason. I brushed it off while muttering a goodbye, and finally making it to the room with the nap pods.
I woke up to the blaring of my phone alarm telling me it was finally time to go home. I clicked the alarm off, throwing my belongings over my shoulder and trudging my way to the exit. My sleepy, foggy eyes deceive me as I feel my hip jostle a table, making me curse under my breath from the jolt of pain. I look down on the table full of miscellaneous items with a hand-written poster titled “Lost and Found”. I listlessly rummage through the items before I see something that catches my eye. I examine the dark purple beanie before glancing around to make sure no one was watching as I throw it in my bag and making my way out the doors.
As it got closer to time to leave to meet Neha, I start to pull together an outfit. I settle on a crop top with a flannel over it, some dark wash jeans and my converse. I look in the mirror, noticing I was still missing something to pull the look together.
First I try putting on some makeup, just subtle enough to make me not look dead. I glance in the mirror again, huffing out in frustration because something was still missing and I wasted time putting on makeup for no reason. Just then, a lightbulb went off in head as I open my bag and pull out the newly acquired beanie from today and slip it over my head.
“Perfect.” I smile while looking myself over in the mirror with triumph.
This cannot be the place. I look up at the neon sign reading “Cafe Risque” before pulling out my phone and pinging the address, groaning when the club name came up on my screen.
“Neha, I’m going to kill you.” I grumble as I make my way into the strip club.
Once I entered I was already scoping out the place for my friend, fully intending on giving her grief for dragging me here. Before I could find her though, a topless woman made her way up to me, carrying a tray of drinks above her head and I smile on her face.
“Is there something I can help you with, honey?”
I try not to giggle at the awkward situation, because I’m obviously a mature adult.
“Actually, no. I think my friend played some sort of cruel joke on me. She told me to meet her here, but I don’t see her anywhere.” I chuckled.
“Short? Long, dark hair? She’s over there. She’s also the only other woman in here tonight.” She said with a smile while pointing to the booth in the corner housing the small group of people from work.
“Thank you.” I mumble before making a beeline to the booth, narrowing my eyes at her once she made eye contact with me, making her jump out of the booth and make her way towards me.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, I really wanted you to come. I owe you big time.” She said before I could get a word in.
I sigh again, looking around the strip club in defeat.
“It’s okay, just clarify next time.” I giggle.
Her smile beamed as she linked her arm in mine and started pulling me toward their booth. “Good, because there’s someone I want to introduce you to. He’s been asking about you since he saw you today. He sounds interested.”
My heart starts beating out of my chest at the new and sudden news, anxiety instantly taking over my body.
“Here she is, Stuart!” She she yelled over the music, her smile never faltering before turning to me. “This is Stuart.” She winks at me before shoving me into the booth next to him.
I bite my bottom lip out of habit from the uncomfortable attention. I don’t even have to glance next to me to know Stuart’s eyes are already on me, studying my features. Once I work up the nerve to make eye contact, I instantly regret it as I see his face turn into one of confusion.
“What? Did I do something wrong? Is there something on my face?” I panic, wiping my face with my sleeve.
“Is that my beanie?! I’ve been looking for that for a week now. Where did you get it?” He retorts, ignoring my questions completely.
My cheeks start to burn as I feel my body heat up from embarrassment, trying to think of an excuse and failing.
“Um. I… uhh… found it?” I squeaked.
Before I could say another word, Stuart ripped the beanie off of my head and flipping it inside out to show me the tag initialed S.T. and slipping it over his own head.
“Hey! Finders keepers!” I protest. “That was the one thing holding my outfit together.”
He looked over me, licking his lips as he does. “Three things, princess. One, it’s mine. Two, it looks better on me. Three; luckily for you, you can get rid of your outfit altogether and you wouldn’t have that problem anymore.”
I gape at him in shock for a moment before he winks at me, keeping a cocky grin plastered to his face. Before I could retort, the woman from earlier brought over a round of shots for everyone, igniting a fire of excitement from everyone in the booth as we all whooped and hollered.
“Let’s do this!” Neha shouted before clinking glasses and downing the liquid, making me cringe as it burns it’s way down my throat.
Several shots and mixed drinks later, Neha and I are hanging onto each other on the dance floor, attempting to dance but we’re too busy laughing and having a good time to actually try.
“Hey! I have an idea!” She yelled over the blaring music before pulling me in a direction, my mind too hazy to put up a fight.
We make it over to the platforms with poles and cages, yanking me up with her with a devilish grin on her face. Just as I was about to disapprove, one of my favorite songs start blaring over the speakers and lighting something within me as I start swaying my hips and hold onto the pole.
“Yeah!” Neha shouts before joining in.
Water pours over us from above, making me peel off my flannel and tossing it off the stage. It lands right in front of Stuart, his eyes leaving the article of clothing on the floor in front of him and meeting my gaze.
Him watching me gives me a sudden boost of confidence, alcohol starting to skew reality as I kick it up a notch and hook my leg around the pole, rolling my body against it as I tilt my head back, completely taken over by the moment. I lift my head up to find Stuart, but I feel him before I see him as he runs his hands down the curves of my body, pressing himself against me as I grind against the pole.
He nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck, kissing down until he reaches my shoulder. I feel him slip his beanie over my head before turning me around, leaning in and rubbing his nose against the shell of my ear.
“You look better in it than I do. I want you to wear it from now on. Only you. Just seeing you in it right now is making me hard.” He whispered.
I whimper at his words, feeling wetness soak my panties from his confession. He gazes into my eyes before glancing down at my lips and leaning in for a kiss. Lust and alcohol mingle in our mouths as our lips mesh together, opening and closing together in synch. His tongue makes it’s way past my lips, fully inviting him to make his move. Our hands roam each other’s bodies and I pull away from the kiss before I pass out from lack of oxygen and look into his eyes.
“I need you.”
Without saying another word, he pulls on my wrist and leads me toward the back door, swiftly opening it and pushing me against it to shut it. His lips instantly find mine again in a more needy kiss. His hands moving up my torso and underneath the soaked crop top covering my body.
“This needs to go.” He whispers more to himself than me as he pulls it up and over my head, dropping it on the ground next to us. He groans as he glances over my chest, completely forgetting for a moment that I chose not to wear a bra.
He quickly attacks my breasts with his mouth and hands, roughly sucking and nipping at one of the buds and rolling the other between his fingers. I card my fingers through his hair, rubbing my thighs together and letting out a mewl in pleasure at the new sensation.
He releases my nipple with a pop. “Fuck, baby. Keep making those noises for me.”
I rub my hands down his torso, coming in contact with his hardened length before grasping it outside of his pants, feeling him twitch in the palm of my hand. “You’re gonna have to do more than that to make me scream, Stuart.”
He quickly obliged as he twirled me around and pushed me back up against the door, my face hitting the cool metal, making me shiver slightly. His hands grabbed my tits from behind this time, slowly making his way down my body. He pushed harder against me once he reached the button of my pants, popping it open and dipping his hand beneath the hem of my panties and swiping his fingers between my wet pussy. I moan at the contact, throwing my head back onto his shoulder.
“You’re so wet, baby. Is that all for me? I need to taste you, I’d hate for it all to go to waste dripping down your thighs.” He whispered huskily as he turns me back around and roughly pulls my pants down the rest of the way, discarding them in the pile with my shirt, leaving me completely naked in an unknown alley. That was all part of the excitement, though.
He kneels in front of me, his large hands grabbing my thighs before looking up at me only for a second before looking back to my dripping core. Licking his lips he throws my legs over his shoulders, pinning me against the door and holding me steady with his hands.
He blew cool air over my folds, pushing me harder into the door when I writhed above him.
“Fuck, Stuart. Don’t tease me, please baby?” I whined.
“I like it when you beg for me. Say it again.”
“Please, Stuart. Do something. Anything.” I begged.
He pushed his open mouth onto my pussy, gently sucking and pulling, still teasing me.
“Stuart! Ple-” I was cut off by my own moan as he dipped his tongue into my core, his tongue rubbing all of the right spots inside me at a fast pace, making me quiver with pleasure. He slid his tongue in and out and then up towards my clit, eliciting another loud moan from me as my back arched and my fingers wrapped around his locks, pulling his face closer to me as I lock my legs around his head.
His tongue darted over my sensitive nub as he enters one finger into me, rubbing up my walls, trying to find my sweet spot. He knows he’s found it once I turn into a moaning mess, adding another finger to build the pleasure inside of me waiting to be released.
“Come on, baby. I want you to come on my face. You can do it.” He praised before wrapping his lips around my bundle of nerves and sucking harshly, instantly throwing me over my edge.
I chant his name as I cum, my ears ringing as my orgasm reaches it’s peak, my body flushes with heat as the waves of pleasure wash over me, slowing to a steady rhythm as I come down from my high.
He pulls his fingers from me, sucking them clean in front of me. “You taste so good. Now I want to know how you feel.”
He turns me around towards the door again, gripping one of my hips with his hand as he fumbles with his pants, hearing the clinking of his belt as they fall to his ankles. He pinches and pulls the skin on my hips with his hands and I know there’s going to be bruises from it tomorrow. He pushes himself against me and to the door again, feeling how big he is against my ass.
I shudder and moan at the thought, wanting to feel him fill me completely.
“How do you want this, princess? Do you want it soft and slow?” He asks as he rubs the head of his dick into my folds, coating himself with my arousal.
He pushes himself into me gently, letting me fit around him comfortably before starting a lazy pace. We both moan out in ecstasy from the skin to skin contact, making us both extremely sensitive. He pulls my head back to look at him before he kisses me passionately, both of us whimpering into the kiss with the rhythm of his thrusts. He pulls back for air before he speaks again.
“I think I know how you like it.” He states before withdrawing himself and flipping me around and wrapping my legs around his waist, pushing back into me and into the wall without missing a beat.
This time his pace is faster and harder, his cock reaching all of the most sensitive spots inside of me over, and over. My eyes screw shut in pure bliss as he kneads my ass with his hands and attaches his mouth to my nipple once again, sucking and nipping at the hardened peak.
My breath starts to shallow, letting me know I’m getting closer to my edge once again. “Stuart, you feel so good. Shit, I’m gonna cum.” I moan out.
“Fuck, cum baby. I’m close too.” He groans as he snakes his fingers between us and rubs feverish circles on my overly sensitive nub.
I feel him twitch inside of me as my walls grip and contract around him tightly, my body finally letting go as I convulse against him, his name leaving my mouth once again as my eyes screw shut in pure bliss as sparks light up behind my eyelids, my legs locking around his waist as I bounce against him. His hips stutter and stall as he moans my name in pleasure as I feel hot spurts coat my walls with his seed, shuddering as he comes down from his high to join you.
He gently drops you to the ground, steadying you as you tried to get dressed before getting caught.
“So, that just happened.” He was the first to break the silence. The alcohol was starting to wear off already for the both of us.
“Stuart, I really don’t want this to be this awkward thing. We had sex, we both enjoyed it. I’d be more than willing to do it again if you are.”
“What, you mean like a friends with benefits? No, that never works out.” He decided.
I huff in annoyance. “And you think a relationship will? Stuart, I just met you.”
I could see the hurt in his eyes after that last statement, and I instantly walked over to him and pressed my forehead against his.
“I do like you. A lot. Maybe we can just start off with a date, and get to know each other. We could hang out and see where it goes, but I don’t want to force anything.” I admit.
A small smile graces his lips before he presses them to mine.
“Okay. Would you like to come over and cuddle and sleep the day away with me as a date? I’ll order some pizza and we can watch Netflix and play Xbox.” He asks before ruffling his beanie on my head.
I giggle at his proposition, not being able to decline.
“I like a lot of things about yoga - its an intro to good music; with each good teacher you study with, you learn a lot about them personally; it’s not just about specific technique or poses. I also like Shavasana - not too many exercise routines let you nap at the end of them. You don’t see nap pods in CrossFit gyms.”
so keith and allura left in their pod in the middle of the night and were there for most of a day, it seems. so imagine allura taking a little nap in the pod, keith staying awake to keep watch and being peaceful and quiet and trying to ignore allura sleeping in the seat next to him until she turns and ends up leaning on him just a bit while she sleeps and he can’t bring himself to move her.
Extroverted Intuition (Ne): Coran doubles as speculative and idealistic, traits that make him both an excellent engineer and a talented command center operator alongside Allura. He’s a quick thinker, and while he engages in his immediate environment, he tends to tune it out in favor of intuiting, often picking out a single word someone is saying to come up with new ideas, such as using Hunk’s cookies to replace the castle’s scaultrite, or coming up with a plan to break the time-space loop he and Allura are trapped in in the season 2 premier—even if, ultimately, they were saved by Pidge. He usually has a lot of energy and gets caught up in his head, and he has his own brand of humor that’s often at odds with the human Paladins.
Introverted Thinking (Ti): Coran is analytical in nature, and paired with his Ne energy, he’s usually quick to deduce his problems and come up with immediate solutions. He is almost always slapping duct tape on the castle’s guts to keep it running battle-after-battle; he is an expert in every engineering department to keep up with the castle’s maintenance, and is also an adept xenobiologist. His Ti/Fe synergy can be make him surprisingly perceptive of others, with his bartering with a shop owner at the “space mall” for scaultrite crystals proof of his bluffing skills.
Extroverted Feeling (Fe): Despite his goofy nature, Coran can be very compassionate. He tends to be too Ne-focused to notice his own ditzy behavior as he’s so caught up with his thoughts, especially when he lapses into Altean slang that only Allura would understand, but he also shows a lot of emotional honesty in how he comforts the team, especially Allura—his kind words help her move on after losing the AI projection of her father, and he even helped Lance when the Paladin was feeling homesick. He hints on several occasions at being more interested in fashion trends and appearances in his youth, and was apparently quite the charmer.
Introverted Sensing (Si): Partially due to his culture shock from a 10,000 year nap in a cryo pod, Coran seems to have trouble coming to terms with many of the drastic changes in the universe. He assumes that the black market culture of the “swap moon” has lasted millennia, going as far as to dress up himself and the Paladins as space pirates to blend in, and foregoing any physical observations that the mall is so modern now in lieu of his own memories of it being a skeevy bazaar for smugglers and thieves. He’s not very detail-oriented and tends to forget that the Paladins, being earthlings, have a totally different diet, culture, and history than he and Allura.
Summary/Request: Requested by anon:
Can you do a oneshot where Stuart &the reader make a habit out of meeting in the napping pods when there was something that kept them in the office all night& when they don’t have time to go home? Not much making out or stuff just a lot of cuddles?
I've had such a terrible day and your drabbles always make my day. Could you write a tiny Dizzie drabble?
There’s a strict no-cuddling policy in the napping pods.
(Technically it’s a non-fraternization policy restricted to company-provided sleep space. Pemberley Digital doesn’t prohibit inter-office romance; the heart wants what it wants. But Darcy can’t sanction snugging on company property.)
But he’s launching the next gen of Domino, and Lizzie has a new channel about to launch, and there have been a lot of late nights in their offices apart. They were meant to have lunch today, but it’s three o'clock and neither of them have been able to get away. Until a half hour ago, when he was forcibly removed from his office–banished from his desk by Reynolds, who said he looks terrible, and strong-armed into a mid-afternoon nap by Fitz, who told him he looks like stir-fried shit. When Lizzie climbs into the napping pod, crawling over his legs to collapse with a sign across his torso, the no-cuddling thing seems cruel and unusual.
He slides his hand into her hair as she settles herself more comfortably against his side, muttering sleepily against her forehead.
“Thought you had graphics this afternoon.”
She presses her nose against his neck. “Rescheduled. Katie sent me home.”
“I fell asleep in my sandwich.”
He’s almost too tired to laugh, but the rumble in his chest makes Lizzie harrumph and squeeze him roughly around his middle.
“You’re one to talk,” she says. “I heard you got soup on your pants. Mr. I Never Spill.”
“I shall never live it down.”
She shakes her head and hikes her leg across his body. He gathers her close, already fuzzy and drifting back into soft drowsiness.
“We’re working too hard,” Lizzie mumbles.
“Miss you,” she says.
“Me also,” he says.
She giggles. “Vacation soon?”
Lizzie kisses his jaw and sighs. “Where?”
Darcy strokes the hair from her forehead. He rolls them onto their sides, spooning against her, and breathes her in. “Sleep now,” he says.
Lizzie takes one of his hands in both of hers. “Yeah,” she says. “Hawaii sounds good.”
It’s the best sleep they’ve both had in weeks, and when they wake to head for home, it’s almost dawn. They climb right back into the bed they share, where fraternization is not only encouraged, but strictly enforced.
I’m sorry you’ve having a tough day, anon. I’m right there with you. Hope this makes you feel better.