That day, school was released until further notice. Tatum later found you and told you that Stu was planning a party tomorrow.

"Gonna hook up with anyone at the party?" Tatum joked, nudging you.

"No," You laughed, "Y'know I don't do that."

"Too busy eyeing Stu!" She laughed, without a drop of malice. That was the second time today you'd almost eaten concrete. "What?!"

"I'm not mad, Y/n, I've seen how he looks at you too. 'Sides, my interest started to fall elsewhere anyways. I'm gonna leave him today." She said cooly. "You should talk to him, I think you two are a good match."

Again, it felt weird to just hear it. But you felt like less of a dick with her blessing, and you appreciated her understanding.

After school, you sat at home for a while, staring holes into your phone. You pet Hannibal as he laid his head in your lap, giving you something to do while you tried to decide if you should call Stu.

You finally did, and his answer was near-immediate. "I, um, hey Stu."

"Oh hey Y/n! You okay?" He asked. You rarely called him.

"Yeah, um, I'm good. Uh, are you busy?"

"Not at all, princess, why?"

Whoah. That was new. You flirted and used nicknames a lot but that hit you in a soft spot. Maybe it was because something could actually happen now. "Come over." You blurted. "I meant, like, if you want."

"On my way." You could hear his smile.

It was about 15 minutes before he got to your house. In that time, you had obsessively thought about what he would think of it all.

Your home had a mostly wood interior and was out in the woods. Your countertops were all stone and wood and everything was very rustic and naturalist. You loved your home, full of houseplants that gazed through acrylic windows.

Various paintings and photographs hung on the wall, mostly your art with a couple photos of you as a child and with your parents.

When you finally heard a knock on the door, Cheese and Hannibal both barked and growled ferociously. "Shh." You told them, and they instantly went quiet.

You unlocked and opened the door, and Stu immediately came in, eyes wide. "I thought you had a pack of dogs in here or somethin' and- oh wow..." He trailed off as he looked around. Your house was about as big as his, except you lived alone.

He immediately began looking at things and investigating. Looking at your paintings in awe and inspecting all of your plants. "I just found my new favorite place to hang out!" Stu smiled at you.

"Help yourself to the fridge if you're hungry," You told him (only because you really liked him), and opened the pantry to show him where that food was too. You showed him what was in each drawer and cabinet that he might need.

You had been worried at first, but seeing his reaction made you proud, like a big kid showing a little kid around their fort.

"The Rottweiler is Cheese and the German Shepherd is Hannibal. They're well trained, so don't worry about getting attacked or anything. They actually love you!" You smiled. You didn't like people that dogs didn't like, you'd learned that lesson long ago and had the scars to boot.

As soon as Stu saw the staircase he immediately went over, walking up wordlessly. There was a second bathroom upstairs and three bedrooms, with a bathroom and bedroom downstairs as well. The only locked room was yours.

Stu, however, was very polite. "Can I please look around?" He asked, holding your hand.

"Of course!" You showed him each room. One was completely empty save for a bed, dresser, and desk. The walls were a light tan and the wood floor gave it a warm glow.

The second room was also mostly empty, with a couple of your spare boxes sitting in a corner and your spare bedding and whatnot. The dresser and desk both had plants sitting on them, all in reach of the window.

You unlocked your room, and you could tell Stu had been waiting for this. You had light floral curtains over your large window and they were currently drawn back, letting in the evening sun.

You had a large walk-in closet next to a desk mostly taken up with notebooks, sketchbooks, and, well, books. Beside your bed was a large bookcase full of horror, romance, thriller, and crime books mostly.

Your king-sized bed had a heap of stuffed animals ranging from elephants and giraffes to cats and dogs to rabbits and sheep. They helped with your anxiety and each of them meant a lot to you.

Stu looked around, not wanting to touch your stuff and make you uncomfortable, and slowly sat on your bed. You sat next to him.

"What's that?" He'd ask.

"That's the first painting I ever did." You explained, or "That's a photo of my first dog." Whatever it was he asked about you explained.

After a while, he just looked at you. You didn't notice at first, but when you did you felt your face heat up. "What?"

He smiled and leaned in, one hand cupping your face and the other cautiously holding your waist. The kiss was sweet and light, and your hands fell on his neck and shoulders as you pulled him closer.

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He gently pressed you against the bed, his hands wandering over your waist and hips, carefully and slowly exploring. You deepened the kiss as you parted your mouth for him, and his tongue worked inside.

His movements were cautious and gentle like he was trying not to break you. His hands expertly but softly worked over your jeans, his fingers brushing between your thighs.

You could feel your heart racing both in your chest and between your legs as you bit his lip gently. "You taste even better than I thought you would." You smiled.

"God, Y/n, you too. You have no idea how bad I've wanted this."

"Oh I have an idea." You muttered as you kissed him again. As his fingers applied more pressure you found yourself getting more needy, writhing your hips against his hand. "I- fuck," you panted.

You quickly unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, tossing them to the side. You were left in your baggy sweater, bra, and panties.

Stu marveled at your body, slowly sliding your sweater up and kissing your thighs, stomach, and hips. His hand continued up and cupped your breast, running his thumb over your nipple and smiling as you flinched.

He removed your sweater and bra and for a moment he just... looked. "God..." He whispered.

"You prayin' to me, Macher?" You joked.

"Maybe." Stu said breathlessly. His eyes looked over your body like he was burning it into his memory. He kissed you again, hungrier this time.

He bit and licked at your lips, trailing kisses to your neck where he softly bit and sucked, reveling in the way you squeezed him tighter when he did something right.

His kisses trailed to your chest, where he licked and lapped at your soft skin. You almost whined when he began sucking and lightly running his teeth over your nipples.

You could tell he wanted more, but he was taking his time, he wanted to do good. He pulled off your underwear and readjusted so that his mouth was in front of your pussy.

"Aww," Stu cooed, "So wet for me, princess."

Your hips shifted as you stifled a whine. He slowly licked up from your entrance to your clit, his warm tongue making you gasp. He circled his tongue around your clit, sucking gently as you moaned.

You tried to cover your mouth but he pulled your hands back down as if to say I want to hear you. Next he inserted a finger in you while his mouth focused on your clit, and then added a second.

A moan ripped through you as he began working quickly, stretching you out while he licked and sucked at you. "Please! Stu!" You begged.

"What, princess? Use your words." He teased

"Fuck me, please! God, just fuck me."

"Aww," He cooed again, "Of course." He undressed, and now it was your turn to stare in awe. "Can you help me real quick?" He smiled.

You moved over to him, taking his large cock in your hand. You licked up the side, swirling your tongue around his head. You gingerly put your lips around him, tasting the precum that was rolling out of the tip, and began bobbing your head up and down as you sucked and swirled your tongue. You heard Stu groaning as he ran his hands through your hair, encouraging you.

You worked your hand down to his balls, going back and forth between massaging them and pumping his shaft. Once you were sure it had been coated enough you pulled away, a string of saliva remaining for a second.

Stu pinned you down once more, his hands holding yours above your head as you laid on your back. "Are you ready princess?" He asked softly.

"Please, Stu, I need you." You begged again.

"Good girl." He smiled as he slowly inserted himself into you. The stretch was eased by him fingering you, but it still hurt and you winced. When he was all the way in, you felt full, like you could feel him against your cervix. After a moment, he began slowly thrusting, causing little moans and whimpers to escape.

That drove him, and soon his thrusts were faster and more intense until you were moaning loudly. He let go of your hands and they found their way to his back, grabbing and clawing at him in pleasure. This also motivated him until he was pounding into you. holding your hips so tight you thought there'd be bruises — hoped there'd be bruises.

"Fuck you feel so good, Y/n," Stu panted. You could only moan in response, not being able to form words. You could feel the heat pooling in your core and you were desperate, rutting your hips against him in time with his thrusts.

Suddenly, he hit a sensitive spot inside you and you cried out. He slowed, "Are you okay?" He had these soft puppy eyes as he looked at you.

"Yeah, that just... felt really good..." You panted.

He smiled, "Noted." All of his thrusts were then aimed for your sweet spot and you were a mess. You couldn't think coherently, much less speak. You couldn't focus on anything and your eyes just rolled back. You were a stream of moans and whines and you were close. "Stu!" You managed, you could feel him throbbing inside you as well. "I- hah, hnnngh, I'm close!"

"Fuck, princess, me too." He groaned.

Your legs were wrapped tight around his hips and you were so desperate for release you didn't even realize.

"Y/n! Fuck, I'm gonna-" Stu moaned.

"Me too," Your words were mixed with your moans as the two of you frenziedly clawed and pulled at each other, "Stu! Stu, I'm-" You were cut off by your own orgasm as a loud moan ripped past your lips and your legs spasmed. You could feel Stu's cum pumping inside of you and you felt like you were floating.

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Stu gently pulled out and laid next to you, holding you in his arms. The two of you just cuddled for a moment, Stu running his fingers through your hair and admiring your body.

You slowly fell asleep in his arms, and you guessed that at some point he did too.

You woke up around 7 pm. Stu came over around 3, so you knew it had been a while but you weren't sure how much of it was sleeping and how much of it was sex.

You opened your eyes and looked up to see Stu still there, playing with your hair and stuffed animals.

"Did you pick the puppy special for me?"

"Mhm." You mumbled. You had picked both of theirs specially.

"Thank you, princess." His voice was so much softer than it normally was.

"Um, do you wanna go to the animal shelter with me?"

Stu raised his eyebrows at you. "Of course! If I'd have known you wanted to go I would've just fucked you after."

You blushed, slowly getting up from the bed. Your legs were sore and small bruises were starting to form where Stu had been holding your hips.

You slid on some panties and a skirt, then a tank top and sweater, not bothering with a bra. You put on some socks and a pair of tennis shoes and headed out with Stu.

It took about ten minutes to get to the local shelter. You talked to the desk ladies and they walked you to the back where the kennels were. You looked at all the animals and sadly decided you weren't gonna get another dog. You were looking through the cat cages and you stopped at one in particular.

It was two small kittens curled up in the back of the cage. One was light orange and the other was white with orange spots. They were so small, but when they saw you they ran up to the door and mewled softly. The white one was quiet, and the orange one was practically yelling at you. They both had vibrant green eyes and the orange kitten had a little bobtail.

You whipped your head around to Stu, "These." You said firmly.

He looked down at you and couldn't contain his small laugh, "Of course princess."

You told the desk lady which animals you earned and she retrieved them. Stu paid for the kittens despite your protest, calling it a gift. The two of you also stopped by the pet store to buy some pet toys and supplies.

The whole drive back, you played with the kittens and let them climb on you. The white kitten, a male, fell asleep in your lap quickly. The orange kitten, a female, climbed up your shirt and into your hair, playing with it.

Stu was apprehensive about having kittens near your dogs, but you assured him they would behave.

As you expected, the dogs were very sweet to the kittens. Cheese licked and doted over the kittens while Hannibal tried to gently play with the orange one.

"What're you gonna name 'em?" Stu asked.

"Hmm... Jobe and Esmeralda." You said.

"Jobe? Where's that from?"

"Lawnmower Man. It's a cheesy horror movie I love." You laughed.

"Lawnmower Man?" He laughed.

"Yeah!" You gasped, "We're watching it some time."

"Whatever you say, princess." He kissed your forehead. You set up the kittens' litter box and food bowls, letting them wander around and explore.

You got them a little cat house, too, which Jobe loved. Esmeralda was busy chasing Hannibal and Cheese cuddled with Stu. "Would you like to stay the night?" You asked hesitantly.

Stu smiled brightly, "Yeah! Yeah, I'd love to!"

You watched movies for the rest of the night in your bedroom with Stu and Hannibal curled up with you. You felt, oddly, safer than you had in a long time.