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Stan Bowes x Fem!Reader Smut - “Shopping w/ Your Sugar Daddy”

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CW: public, vaginal sex, fingering, daddy kink a bit

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Word count: 2001

"Hey, hop in."

Stan was seated on the leather in the backseat of his chauffeur's car, a cellphone tucked between his ear and his shoulder. You were waiting for him to arrive on the sidewalk, your body wrapped in an opulent minx coat to protect you from the New York chill. Stubbing out your cigarette with the ball of your stiletto, you slide in beside him, closing the door and buckling yourself in for the journey.

Stan didn't speak to you at first, his face screwed in concentration as he listened to his colleague fill him in on the aftermath of a client meeting. He did place his large hand over your stockinged thigh though, squeezing your skin with every emphasis he made to his colleague over the phone. You were just happy to be there, taking the opportunity to reapply your lipstick in the reflection of your compact mirror. When Stan finally hung up the phone he sighed in frustration, shoving the cellphone into the front pocket of his suit jacket.

His attention finally turned to you, his eyes raking over your appearance as you began to chew on a piece of gum.

"I'm sorry, work is on my ass even when I'm not in the office.." he leaned in closer to you, "where's my kiss?"

You obliged happily, closing the space between you to press a long, hard kiss to his soft lips. He moaned into the kiss, totally consumed by you as your lips moved against his. You pulled away to take a subtle breath, Stan's hand reaching upwards to cup your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your cheekbone. You'd noticed he'd taken off his wedding band.

"Are we still going to Manhattan Mall?" You asked him, your lustrous eyes peering into his.

He chuckled softly, nodding his head before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"Yeah baby, I have until 6 o'clock before I have to drive back to New Jersey."

You pouted, not realising there were time restrictions on your date. Stan had promised to take you shopping so he could buy you half a new wardrobe of winter clothing, and you weren't sure if 2 hours was enough time to try everything you needed on.

"Daddy," your voice got quiet, your tone quivering, "can't you leave at 7 instead? I need time to look around and try everything on."

Stan rolled his eyes with a smile, lacing your fingers with a small chuckle.

"Okay let's make it 6.30, and I won't bother you the whole time."

You were both dropped outside Manhattan Mall, and hand in hand you made your way inside, already buzzing with excitement. You dragged Stan into the first store you saw, immediately riffling through the clothes on the rack at the entrance of the store. Stan stood back, silently watching you with a small smile on his lips. Nothing made him happier than seeing you happy.

"Daddy? Can you hold this?" You turn with already an arms-full of clothing, dropping it into Stan's arms without giving him time to react. With a grumble he took the clothes, and followed behind you as you manoeuvred over to the fitting rooms.

Stan hung the clothes up for you, and then sat outside on a bench to take another phone call. You drew the curtain, and began to try on every item of clothing.

"You haven't showed me a single outfit baby," Stan pined from outside, and giggling from his whining, you drew back the curtain. His eyes almost popped out of his head, his mouth hanging open in surprise.

"Oh shit."

You had tried on a blue-black $220 woollen trench coat, but failed to wear anything underneath. Stan sat back as you did a small spin for him, facing him once more so he could drink in your lace panties and matching bra.

"Very nice," Stan licked his lips, shuffling uncomfortably in his seat, when you'd noticed the tent that began to form in his work trousers, "Now get back inside before someone else sees you."

"I'm gonna buy all of it."

Stan gave up his card without hesitation once you were both standing at the counter, not even remotely phased by the quadruple digits glaring at him from the back of the till.

He held your bags as you waltzed through the mall together, eyeing everything and feeling like you could buy it all. Stan stopped when you passed a lingerie store, raising his eyebrows at you questionably.

"How about we go in here?" He shot you a cheeky smile, laying a kiss at the corner of your mouth.

"Wouldn't you just love that," you teased, agreeing to walk into the store with him.

Stan was quick to find something he liked, that he thought would look so good on you, it almost made him drool.

"Try this one, please?" Stan pouted at you, revealing the most skimpy pair of panties you'd ever seen. You let out a chuckle, shaking your head and taking them from him.

"Stan, you can't just try on panties," you said, rolling your eyes at his naivety, "and I thought you said you weren't going to bother me."

"We'll buy them after, I'll even pay for them before you try them on," he brought you over to the fitting rooms and nudged you into a stall. You hadn't realised that the panties were a part of a set, with a matching embroidered suspender belt connected to a lace corset, until he'd placed the hook of the coat hanger in your hand.

Fulfilling his wish, you stripped down to nothing and tried everything on, knowing that Stan would buy it for you just so he could rip it off you later.

"Okay, come in, but eyes closed," peering at yourself in the mirror, and letting your hair cascade down one shoulder, you waited for Stan to come into the stall with you. You watched as his hand peeked through the curtain first, and you quickly grabbed onto it to pull him inside.

His eyes were closed and the smile on his face didn't waver as you closed the curtain behind him.

"No peeking," you giggled, guiding his hand towards your breast, letting him knead it in his big hand. He let out a frustrated groan as your hand began to palm him through his pants.

"Can I look now?" He pleaded, and when you'd said yes, his eyes opened.

He sucked in a deep breath, holding it in as his eyes raked your body once again. He was in heaven seeing the expensive lingerie on your body, noticing the way it hugged every curve just the right way.

"Holy shit," he muttered, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you into his chest.

"What do you think?" You asked, batting your eyelashes up at him as your fingers played with the lapels of his fitted blazer, suddenly feeling the urge to tear it off his broad shoulders.

"I think..I wanna fuck you right now," his lips ghosted over the outer of your ear, the hairs on the back of your neck spiking as his breath fanned the side of your face. You let out a small whine, your grip on his blazer only tightening as Stan began to pepper kisses across your jaw.

"You're so sexy, my girl, I just wanna feel you around me."

His lewd praise rung through your ears as he connected his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. He backed you against the wall of the stall, hiking up your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. You pushed his blazer to the floor, as his tongue greedily explored your mouth, your fingers working at the fastener of his dress pants.

Your fingers tugged down his boxers, just enough to free his hardened cock. His lips returned to the skin of your neck as you began to stroke him softly, biting down into your skin to stop himself from moaning.

Supporting you with one arm against the wall, Stan spat on his fingers, before pulling your new panties to the side and sliding his fingers through your slick folds. You tugged on his hair in anticipation, waiting him for him to finally enter you.

"Gotta be quiet baby," Stan murmured, finally sliding a finger into your entrance, expertly curling his finger to prepare you for his length. You bit your lip, hard enough to draw blood, as he added a second finger to pleasure you with.

His fingers came to a halt, and hastily he pushed his tip against your entrance. Stan’s dark eyes rolled back as he sunk into you, bringing his hand up to your mouth to stop you from mewling out loud. Your eyebrows furrowed in pleasure as he bottomed out inside you, your heart beat accelerating as the adrenaline kicked in. You would be in so much trouble if anyone caught you right now.

He began to thrust, his bottom lip between his teeth as he picked up the pace inside you, his fingers soaked in your arousal still covering your quivering lips.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered, a dull knocking beginning to sound from your bodies hitting the wall behind you. Neither of you cared in the moment, the thought of someone catching you leaving your mind as you felt the knot start to tighten in your lower abdomen.

Stan held you so close, rutting his hips upwards to meet your sweet spot again and again, the wet sounds of you the source of the red hue that flourished across your cheeks.

“I’m cumming baby, all in that tight little pussy,” Stan’s crude whispered words made a shiver run up your spine, “cum with me baby, I feel you getting close.”

It pushed you over the edge, waves of an intense orgasm coursing through your body as Stan filled you with his warm seed, a loud moan caught in the back of your throat. His last few thrusts were sloppy and uneven, and when he finally set you back on your feet, he captured your lips in another kiss.

“Fuck I can’t get enough of you,” Stan groaned against your lips, pulling up his boxers and fastening his pants.

He looked down at his watch, his eyes widening when he realised the time.

“Let’s buy these baby and get outta here, I gotta get going, I’m sorry angel.”

Your heart sank, but you couldn’t let him know, watching longingly as he slipped out of the stall unnoticed and answered the phone that was ringing in his blazer pocket. It was the downside of what should be only a transactional relationship.

You folded the lingerie, dressing yourself once more, and exiting the stall yourself, taking the garments to the front counter.

Stan was on the phone when he swiped his card, and you curtly thanked the retail assistant behind the counter as you left the store, who of which you thought might’ve known of your prior activities from the distasteful look on her face.

“I’m gonna call you a cab princess, I’ll be back in New York in a couple days,” Stan held out a hand to hail a taxi, still holding your bags of clothing in his firm grasp.

“Stan,” you stopped him as the cab halted in front of you on the sidewalk, “you promise you’ll see me? Come by the apartment?”

He hastily packed your shopping into the boot of the car, and then stopped in front of you. He offered you a soft smile, his eyes showing as much longing as your own as he hugged you to his chest. It wasn’t easy for him either to leave.

“Promise baby girl, I’ll see you soon.”

Stan made sure you were secure in the backseat of the cab, tapping the window as a final goodbye once you were buckled in. You watched from the side mirror as Stan disappeared into the distance, swallowed by the foot-traffic on the busy Manhattan stretch.

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yes-divine-ruler · 1 year

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hey love! could I put in a request for a fic with stan and reader, the reader is a co worker of his in a business office and he begins to get extremely flustered at reader because he keeps catching small glimpses of their suspendered stockings under their skirt hehe

Stan Bowes (Evan Peters in Pose) x Fem!Reader Light Smut - “Suspenders”

CW: oral (m receiving), alluding to sexual intercourse

Word count: 1921

Stan's eyes slowly rose to yours as you stood in front of his desk, holding a pile of paperwork that he needed to filter through. He let out a sigh, holding out his arms for you to drop the paperwork into.

"Mr Bromley needs those all filed by Tuesday," you said softly, biting down on your bottom lip, intimidated by his vexed facial expression.

"I'll do it, thanks Y/N," he didn't look up at you as you offered him a polite smile, before turning on your heels and going to leave his office.

"I'll change this for you Mr Bowes," you reached down and tied the bag in his trash can.

Stan exhaled a shuddering breath, adjusting his tie as he sunk back further in his office chair. Just as you'd bent down, the suspenders of your stockings curved with the backs of your thighs, reaching up to connect with the lace garter belt tightly wound around your waist.

The thought of you with your pencil skirt off, in just those fucking stockings, sent Stan into a dream-like state, his heart pounding loudly in his ears, as his face turned hot.

"Is that okay? Mr Bowes?"

Stan snapped out of it, clearing his throat and sitting tall in his chair. He nodded briefly, not saying another word as you turned to leave his office.

Stan groaned, his hand coming down to palm himself through his slacks. Why did the smallest hint of anything from you turn him on so easily? Every time he caught a glance of those suspenders, his heart palpated fiercely, and he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

You'd noticed, which is why you'd gone out of your way to purchase more pairs of stockings, each time getting more and more revealing. Mr Bowes was so attractive to you, his aroma sensual and his aura domineering.

The next day in the office, you'd worn the shortest dress, with your only pair of Louboutin heels that accentuated your fit calves. With every stride you felt the eyes of the men in the office drink in your appearance, shuffling awkwardly around you as you sat at your own desk.

Peeking over the desk divider, you saw Stan Bowes pacing towards you. He looked exceptional in a suit, his suit jacket fitted his broad shoulders like a glove, his red tie complimenting his complexion. You let out a breath of nervousness, standing up from your chair and smoothing out your dress.

"Miss Y/N," Stan addressed you. You hadn't realised your dress was hitched up, revealing a new pair of lace suspenders.

"Mr Bowes, what can I do for you?"

Stan scanned you, his eyes droning in on the lace on your thigh.

"Mr Bowes?"

You realised his eyes were glued to your thighs, and pulling down your dress quickly, you watched as his eyes reverted back to yours. His face was flushed, and he was obviously flustered. You couldn't help but notice the tent in his slacks as he looked at you.

"Um, come to my office, I need to discuss something with you," your heart fluttered in your chest as you nodded your head, following closely behind him as you both navigated the floor to his office.

He said nothing at first, walking around to his chair and sinking into it. You watched in anticipation as he crossed his fingers on the surface of his desk and tapped his thumbs.

“So..” he began, his dark eyes bearing into yours, sucking in a deep breath. You raised an eyebrow at him, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

“I just wanted to talk about appropriate office attire,” he clears his throat, as you seat yourself into the chair across from his desk, crossing your legs.

“What about it? You don’t think I’m dressing appropriately, Mr Bowes?” You challenge him, your eyes squinting into small slits.

His eyes widen at your tone, as if you already knew something he thought you didn’t.

“Frankly, I don’t think you are. You’re distracting the men in this office, and we have to stay on the ball,” he explained, picking up a pen from his desk and nervously tapping it.

“Would you happen to be one of those men?” You ask, standing up with your hitched dress and moving over to his side of the desk.

He turns in his swivel chair to meet your gaze, as the erection still throbbing beneath his slacks.

You look down, fiddling with the suspenders that were now exposed to him.

“Y/N, I- I don’t-” Stan’s sentence was cut short by you sinking to your knees in front of him.

“Since I dress like a whore, I guess I should act like one,” you tease, running your hands up and down his clothed thighs. He doesn’t say anything, instead watching you intently, his cock twitching.

You look up at him through your eyelashes, taking note of how laboured his breathing had gotten as you reach to unzip his slacks. Stan furrows his eyebrows, watching as you pull them down his legs to his mid thigh, and lean in to lick a thick stripe up his cock through his white boxers.

He shudders, a soft moan escaping his lips, as you repeat the motion, planted a soft kiss where his tip is. His soft moan encouraged you to dig your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down. You let out a small surprised gasp when his engorged erection sprung out, slapping against the dress shirt on his stomach.

“What do you call this?” You ask seductively, wrapping your manicured fingers around the base of his cock. He sucks in another deep breath at your intimate contact, closing his eyes for only a second to savour the feeling.

“This- isn’t really- ohh,” he lets out a moan as you finally lean down to take the tip in your mouth, running your tongue over his slit.

“Fuck,” he caves, his hand resting on your head and gripping onto the roots of your hair.

You slide your mouth down his erection, bobbing your head, your tongue running up and down his length. Stan buckles his hips, sending his cock deeper into your throat, almost making you gag.

A knock on your door interrupts the two of you, panic rising in Stan’s eyes as you pull away from his cock.

“Under the desk,” he says just above a whisper, using the hand in your hair to guide you under the table. You oblige, folding yourself to fit in the small space.

“Come in!” Stan calls, his legs now positioned on either side of your body. You notice him tapping his polished dress shoe against the carpet anxiously, stifling a laugh as you realise the severity of your situation. If anyone was to find you under his desk, you’d both be fired in an instant.

“Mr Bowes, nice to see you. There’s a few clients I need to discuss with you,”‘ Stan’s eyes widen as the man in front of him takes a seat, completely had forgotten that he was meant to have a meeting at this time.

Stan clears his throat, his feet planting firmly on the floor as he agrees, the meeting commencing almost immediately. You pout under the table, not satisfied with your escapades cut short.

A devious plan clouds your mind, grinning to yourself when you thought of how cynical it was. Placing your hands on Stan’s inner thighs, you spread his legs, your hands caressing the fabric there, and travelling up to his now soft cock. You felt Stan twitch, before he kicked softly under the table, as if telling you to stop. You ignored him, reaching up to pull down his already unfastened slacks, and then his boxers.

You heard as Stan stuttered over his words, before his hand came down under the table and tried to grab onto you. You only caught his wondering fingers in his mouth, sucking on them as they evaded the back of your throat.

Stan cleared his throat from above you, shifting his hips in his desk chair as he tried to pay attention to the person in front of him, discussing matters that were frankly, much more important than what you were trying to do under the table. But Stan couldn’t resist relaxing at your touch, as you swiftly took a hold of his length and began to stroke it in your hand again. Stans hand remained under the table, the other coming up to his mouth and biting on his knuckle as he tried to subdue his moans.

He had to stop his eyes from rolling into the back of his head when you finally wrapped your lips around his tip. By this point, his erection had grown, his cock painfully hard as you kitten licked the tip.

“Uh- y-yes, mhm,” Stan still bit around his knuckle as you began to sink your head farther down, taking more and more into your mouth by the second. You had to be quiet, letting the drool drip from your mouth and pool at the base of his cock.

You began synchronising your strokes with your mouth movement, making sure that at any one time, no part of his length was left untouched. It was still at a slow pace, not wanting to risk going any faster in case it was too loud. His hand wrapped tightly in your hair, pulling your mouth in as close as you could without gagging.

“Right so, fuck, um-” Stan let out a deep sigh as you cupped his sensitive balls in your hand, rolling them in your palm as you continued to give him head.

“Are you okay Mr Bowes?” The man on the other side of the table was under the impression that Stan was in the beginning stages of a stroke, with the way he fumbled over his words, the way his eyelids were fluttering and the way his knuckles were turning white.

“Yes, Mr Howard, I mean, no- I’m- I’m so sorry, can we, do you think we can reschedule? I’m suddenly feeling- ill,” Stan wiped the back of his forehead as it began to cover in a thin sheen of sweat.

“Sure Mr Bowes, I’ll come by tomorrow if you’re in,” your mouth left his throbbing cock shortly, before you heard the scraping of chair legs, and then footsteps retreating towards the door of Stan’s office. It made you nervous, but also undeniably excited, that now Stan had to confront you.

When the door shut, Stan pushed his chair out, leaning over to look at you under the table.

“What the fuck was that?” He spat, as you crawled out from under the table and sat back on your knees, smiling at him innocently.

“Nothing,” you said briefly, going to get up. He let you get up, but when you did, he grabbed your hips and pushed you against the edge of the desk. You gasped softly, as he stood behind you, hitching your dress up passed your hips, your ass in your suspended stockings now fully exposed, with your matching lace garter and g-string.

Stan sucked in a shaky breath, overwhelmed by the sight he only dreamed of now in front of him.

“Mr Bowes what are you-”

“So you want to suck me off under the table while I’m with a colleague? Now we play my game, shut your mouth and don’t make any noise so I can fuck you over my desk.”

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