Netflix and Couch.
Netflix and chill in a real sense of the word, but with college Stendy thrown into the mix. ;)
Rating: M
Pairing: Stendy (Stan Marsh/Wendy Testaburger)
Word Count: 1040
DISCLAIMER: I don't own South Park or anything related to it. It belongs to South Park Studios, Comedy Central and to the legends themselves, Matt Stone and Trey Parker.
Wendy Testaburger and Stan Marsh had always enjoyed watching movies together, whilst cuddling and kissing.
But more often than not, they wouldn't pay much attention to the movie and would make love instead, preferably on the bed in one of their bedrooms or on the couch in the living room. If they felt really frisky, they would do it in the shower.
And another lazy Sunday afternoon in their college days was no exception to this.
The slightest gasp possible escaped Wendy's mouth as she felt Stan clasping both of his hands around her hips. He moved Wendy from her position on the couch, settling the dark haired girl into his lap. Immediately straddling Stan, Wendy placed both hands on his toned pectoral muscles, pulling him into passionate, yet sweet exchange.
Before she even tried to adjust herself in her boyfriend's lap, Wendy slipped her tongue inside his mouth. Their tongues fought for dominance, but Stan easily won the battle over his girlfriend this time.
His hands roamed all over his girlfriend's curvaceous body, occasionally stopping on her perky butt, giving it a generous mixture of squeezes and gentle slaps. Wendy's fingers were twisting and knotting through Stan's raven hair. She smiled into the kiss, latching both arms around his neck, pulling him closer.
Their breathing was getting harder, their voices became huskier, and they were both getting more turned on with each kiss.
''Feeling horny, aren't we?'', Stan spoke in between their kisses. Wendy giggled slightly, before pressing her lips onto his once again.
''Yeah, you bet.''
Grinning at Stan, Wendy pulled the oversized black hoodie over her head, exposing a lacy, red bra holding her 36D cup breasts in place. Much to her surprise, Stan laced his fingers inside the drawstring shorts she wore and swiftly slid them off her body, pulling the panties along with them.
Wendy couldn't wait to unclasp her bra and wriggle out of her underwear faster, eager to dive back into Stan's warm embrace. Tossing her clothes on the carpeted floor, she dived back towards him.
The only time their heated make out session ceased was when Stan went to remove his t-shirt over his head. Wendy helped him by getting his sweats and boxers off and his eight inch boner was soon exposed. The raven haired girl only felt her private parts getting wetter.
Stan gently caressed both of Wendy's breasts, giving them a squeeze. He softly pinched her nipples, sucking and licking a pair of fleshy mounds. A soft moan reverberated at the back of her throat, making him smirk cheekily.
Stan and Wendy began grinding their bare lower halves, sending all sorts of tingling sensations across their bodies. They smiled at each other, before Stan pressed his lips against Wendy's one more time.
"Wanna go get a condom?"
Nodding silently in response, Wendy gently pecked his lips and quickly got off Stan's lap and dashed inside the bedroom. She came back not even a minute later, holding a shiny wrapper in her hand. She walked a few steps over to Stan, tossing the packaging into his hand.
Smirking cheekily at his girlfriend, Stan unwrapped the wrapper, and rolled the plastic material down his erection, adjusting it at the very bottom.
"Come here."
Stan held both of Wendy's hands and helped her climb back into his lap. Their lips met once again, as Wendy grabbed and began stroking his erection gently, placing it near her dripping wet entrance.
A loud, satisfying moan escaped the raven haired girl as she lowered herself down on Stan's erect member, feeling all eight inches rub inside of her. The mixture of her own wettness and the lubrication from the condom helped her slide down with a relative ease.
Stan began thrusting into Wendy, gently at first. His hands were placed on her hips, as the dark haired girl began moving up and down, gradually picking up her pace. Stan let out a delightful groan, thrusting and pounding in his girlfriend faster and harder.
Soon, both of them found an adequate pace and were in perfect unison. Their lustful moans, grunts and groans were filling the small space of their living room area. A perfect combination to say the least.
Stan decided to increase his speed even more. He was pounding and thrusting into Wendy, relentlessly and effortlessly. He was starting to feel an overwhelming amount of lust just ready to wash over him, as he soon hissed in delight. He buried his face in Wendy's chest, kissing it gently, sucking and licking his girlfriend's perky breasts.
The raven haired girl began feeling a very familiar and sensual sensation forming in her core. She kept on moving up and down the erection, moaning louder and more frequently, digging her nails into Stan's skin. She bit hard on her bottom lip, letting out another soft moan.
"Oh my God Stan.."
"Wendy..."
Things soon became overwhelming for both of them. Their bodies broke out in slight sweat, melding their naked bodies together. The love making pace was starting to slow down, their breathing became and heavier, until all of a sudden, Stan thrusted a few more times inside Wendy, orgasming hard with her.
Wendy's body was trembling from the incredibly satisfying orgasm that shot through her body like a high speed train. She buried her head into Stan's neck, panting and breathing heavily.
Wrapping both of his toned arms around Wendy's waist, Stan breathed heavily and removed some strands of hair got stuck to his sweaty forehead. He leaned forward and gently pecked Wendy's cheek, before he spoke.
"Was it good?"
Smiling affectionately at him, Wendy shook her head quickly and caught her lips with Stan's into another sweet, passionate exchange.
"The best."