Ever since Gigner brought him into the club you were already at with your boss, Gabriel, you knew just what kind of man he was. It was obvious by his, slightly disheveled, appearance. The all-too-tight t-shirt that hugged his torso perfectly, the low-waisted jeans and the worn out leather jacket, obvious by the lazy smirk dancing on his lips as Ginger guided him over to your table. He was the type of man that knew he was cute and used to his advantage, with his lashes framing his deadly brown eyes.

It was amusing to see the way that laid-back behaviour banished when Gabriel put the computer infront of him and ordered one of the guards to put a gun against his forehead. It was all a prank, a test, as Stan learned latter on. But it still was incredibly adorable to see the way his fingers trembled, eyes struggling not to cross, while that blondie —one of Gabriel's bitches— gave him a blowjob under the table just for 'further motivation'.

When he finished cracking the program, passed the initial test and realized the gun was fake, he caught the way Ginger and you looked at him before looking back at each other with twin smirks. He was still half-dumb from the inmense adrenaline shot, the blowjob, and the gun to his head, but he could tell you two were planning something.

And god if you were planning something. Now moved into Gabriel's mansion with the rest of the team, at first it was just obvious teasing, but then he was being passed from one to the other like a toy. It reached a moment when he couldn't even tell which lips were who's, but it was okay,

Stan looked up from the multiple screens surrounding him in the studio, his fingers pressing keys at lightning speed. You saw the way his hands halted, pupils going wide, at the sight of you in that tight dress —his pants already tenting. His fingers twitched, you two had messed up with his libido big time. "goddd-" he groaned, letting his forehead hit the table. "you two are going to leave me dry" he groaned.