HI ITS ME AGAIN...
im obbsessed with ur wrting style oh my gosh. so like, idea! imagine ur sexting stan, and then, you hear a knock, and turns out stan had was sexually frustated so online sex wasnt enough and he comws over and yk what happens next
HELP I SWEAR I DONT HAVE A SEXTING KINK
- 🏩 anon
hey cutie!! i ♥ your requests; and im so happy to hear that you enjoy my writing! sexting is actually sm fun (swear i dont got a sexting kink either🙊). anyways! yes, can definitely imagine this with stan in specific.
You: it's not enough Stanley.
Stan: what? I spent so much money on that stupid toy and you mean to tell me it's not enough?
You: well, yeah. It's not you.
Stan: you playin with it right now?
You: mhm.
Stan: and it's no good?
You: it's fine. Just not as good as you, Stan.
Stan: nothin's as good as me.
You: at least you're aware.
read. 9:47 pm.
you're masturbating too, right?
stanley?
delivered. 9:52 pm.
You scoff and decide that your conversation with Stan over text was over and attempt to finish getting yourself off, but it just isn't working.
Then, you hear a knock at your front door downstairs. "Are you fucking serious right now?" You curse and pull up your panties, grabbing a pair of pink pajama pants off your floor and heading downstairs, not bothering to cover your nipples that show through your thin tank top.
Opening the door and sighing before looking up and seeing your boyfriend Stan standing at the door. "Let me in, it's fucking freezing out here."
"Stan? What are you doing here? It's like.. ten at night." You ask, heading back upstairs to your bedroom.
"Couldn't cum to the idea that this thing is shit and wouldn't make you cum like I can. So, just decided to come here." Stan shrugs and walks over to you, who's sitting on the bed hitting your vape pen. "Let me hit that." He takes it from your hand and your eyebrows crease to a confused expression.
Deciding to take your pajama pants back off and slide your underwear off too, you lay back and play with your clit as you stare at Stan who watches you. "Come fuck me, then; Stanley Marsh."
And to that Stan quickly crawls over to you, placing his hands on your knees to balance himself before pulling down his sweatpants and boxers in one swift motion to reveal his pulsing and extremely hard erection.
He pumps it a few times before rubbing it against your arousal before sliding in the tip and taking it completely out. "Stop teasing, Stanley. Or I'm sending you home." You wouldn't really do that, you were just impatient.
Stan chuckles lowly before sliding his entire length into your warm wet cunt. You moan at the contact and Stan leans down to kiss you as he begins to thrust into you at a slightly fast pace.
Moaning into the kiss and bucking your hips you take your hands to each side of Stan's head to pull him in and deepen the kiss.
His thrusts grow harder and deeper as you groan into eachothers mouths. No longer kissing but your foreheads rest on one another's, and your mouths stay agape in front of one another.
Stan's moans were addictive to listen to. "Fuck, baby.. so good. You feel so good holy shit.."
You whine at the praise and pull him in to kiss you again, gripping the hair at the top of his neck and pulling on it softly as you moan loudly into his mouth.
"Oh god— I'm gonna cum soon, baby." Stan groans when you two release from the kiss.
"Me too.. fuck–! 'm cumming Stan!" You moan and feel your release as Stan continues to thrust, reaching his upcoming high quickly before pulling out to cum on your messy cunt.
Heavily breathing as your chest rises and falls and Stan lays down beside you. You look at him and he looks back at you before the two of you giggle together softly.
