When you woke up that morning you were still a little bit sore, and you almost wanted to just stay im bed all day. Stu held you close in his arms, like he was protecting you, and you felt comfortable and safe.

It was almost enough to forget that he was a murderer.

You snuggled into him a bit more, kissing his chest softly, before getting up slowly so as to not wake him. You grabbed his sweater, putting it on over your bare chest and sliding on a pair of panties. You saw 7:24 AM flash on your alarm clock.

You looked around the house to make sure nothing was wrong and that the cats hadn't made much of a mess. To your surprise, they really hadn't. They had stuck to using the litter box and nothing was strewn across the living room. You hummed contentedly to yourself and continued to the kitchen.

You whipped up some pancakes and scrambled eggs, and in the process of cooking sausage links Stu "snuck up" behind you. He gently wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling the crook of your neck as he took in the smell of breakfast.

"Is that my shirt, princess?" He hummed, his voice raspy but soft.

"It was," You smiled, "but it's mine now."

"You look good in it." He planted a soft kiss on the exposed top of your shoulder, "Makes you look like mine."

"If that's how it is, maybe I oughta put you in one of my dresses, then." You laughed, "Besides, you haven't even asked me out yet."

Stu gasped like he hadn't even realized — he probably didn't, actually. "Y/n! Will you be my girlfriend?!" He waved his hands like a child.

You pretended to think about it, shifting on your feet and audibly humming to yourself. "Hmm... I think..." Stu looked worried for a moment, "I'd absolutely love to."

You quickly kissed him as you watched the panic melt off of his face, and you finished cooking the sausage links. "Take what you want." You said as you gestured to all of the breakfast foods.

Stu stacked four pancakes on his plate with a generous helping of scrambled eggs and sausages. You were glad you'd made a lot, as you also ate your fill.

"Jeez, do I have to be worried about you liking my food more than me?" You asked as he completely demolished his plate.

"Aww, absolutely not, princess." He smiled, "Just, y'know, please make me food." You both laughed.

Without school to provide structure to your day, you weren't sure how to fill your time. Stu suggested movies, so you lined up some horror movies and put them on. Halfway through, Stu's hand magically ended up massaging the inside of your thigh.

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Looking to you for confirmation, Stu's hand continued to your panties, his fingers slowly working over your entrance, where you could already feel a wetness forming. "Is this okay, princess?"

"Mhm," you moaned softly, "Pl- um, more." you asked shyly.

"Aww," he cooed at you, "Good girl."

He lifted his fingers up to your mouth, "Suck." You opened your mouth for him, and he gently put them in, going at your pace. You swirled your tongue around them, gently sucking as you did.

Once Stu felt like they'd been coated well enough, he took his fingers out of your mouth and slowly inserted them into your pussy. It was slow, gentle pumps at first, and then faster and rougher, until he was fingerfucking you while you gripped the couch and barely restrained loud moans.

Without warning, he slid his fingers out with a pop and you whined at the loss of contact. "Princess, c'mere." He slid off his boxers (it was all he'd been wearing) and patted his lap.

You climbed into his lap, hovering your entrance over his already leaking cock. He slowly rubbed himself against you, your wetness coating him. "Can I?" He asked, grabbing your hips softly.

"Mhm." You nodded.

He slowly lowered you onto his length, a small groan escaping as he did so. Your body had only just started to recover, so the stretch wasn't as bad as the first time.

The two of you were quicker this time, less careful and more driven. You made sure to tease him, though.

Before you knew it he had you pinned down and was quickly and roughly pounding into you. The only sounds you made were slurred versions of Stu's name and moans.

"Fuck, princess, I can't get enough of you." He groaned, "I'm almost there." You were too. Your core felt hot and your legs were tensing, and suddenly everything burst and your body was rocked with an orgasm.

"Stu!" You nearly screamed as you rode out your high. Stu's pace barely faltered until he reached his own orgasm, dumping his cum inside of you.

As you panted, laying out on the couch with your ass still in the air because you didn't care to move, you remembered the party Stu was throwing.

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"When do you have to get ready for your party?" You mumbled.

"After we shower and grab some lunch." He whispered, kissing your hips before picking you up bridal-style and carrying you to your bathroom.

The shower was large and open, so he sat you down on the toilet while he warmed the water. When he was sure it was warm enough, he helped you in.

You held onto the bar on the wall while Stu gently washed your hair and body, peppering you with small kisses. "Good girl," He'd whisper as he took care of you.

He washed himself off and the two of you just basked in the warm water, letting it run over your sore muscles while Stu held you.

When you decided to get out, Stu dried you off, wrapped a towel around his waist, and picked you up over his shoulder.

"I can walk, Stu." You lightly protested.

"Yeah, but if I'm gonna wreck my girl I better take care of her after." He lightly smacked your ass as he took you upstairs.

He sat you down on your bed and let you pick out your own clothes while he gathered his. Since you were going back to his house anyways, he just planned to change there.

You grabbed a slightly lacey but very comfortable bralette and panties set, and put your halloween costume on over it.

You wore a giant, baggy white sweater with large sleeves that enveloped your hands. They looked like paws when you stretched your hand, and you had put some watercolor paws on them for extra effect. You also had a white skirt and some cream tights. Just for the night, you'd attached a faux rabbit tail to your skirt. You wore white tennis shoes and a bunny ear headband. You did your makeup and went to show Stu.

"Hey Stu!" You hollered at him, and he came upstairs fairly quickly to see you.

"Oh... my god..." He muttered as he practically drooled over you. His eyes ran up and down your body slowly as he soaked it in, before picking you up by the waist, "Princess, if I wasn't trying to let you recover I'd rip that costume off of you and fuck you stupid."

You giggled at the remark, swatting at his hands until he gently set you down. You adored his gentle possessiveness. It made you feel good to be his.

"Are you sure Tatum won't be mad at me?" You asked. You could handle it, sure, but you didn't like feeling guilty.

"No, she won't, princess." He assured you, "She broke up with me, remember?"

"Yeah, just-" He silenced you with a soft kiss.

"Just nothing," He whispered, "It's your favorite holiday, okay? Take it easy, princess."

Stu pulled together a small meal for the two of you and you left for his house after you finished eating. You were mostly excited for the party, but more than a little bit excited to talk to Billy after he knew.