Facetime Fun.

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''Fuck!'', Stan groaned out annoyingly, shutting his notebook and pushing it to the other side of his desk. He stacked the notebook on top of his already closed Algebra textbook and ran one hand down the side of his face, feeling relatively exhausted from all the homework he had been doing throughout the afternoon – or at least attempting to do all of it.

The eighteen-year-old teenager had been stuck on doing the homework for his twelfth grade Algebra class for the past hour or so, barely being able to concentrate on his school-related work. Instead, he allowed his thoughts to drift off somewhere else – preferably somewhere related to football, video games, his dog Sparky or his long-time girlfriend Wendy.

And as the thought about his ravenette counterpart popped into the forefront of his mind, Stan got up from his desk chair and walked over to his bed. He grabbed his phone from the nightstand and sat down on the edge of his bed, unlocking his phone and tapping on the contacts app. He scrolled all the way down to Wendy's name and hit the facetime button in order to request a call with her.

''I wonder if Wendy's free…'', he thought to himself, patiently waiting to see whether the teenage girl was going to accept or reject his facetime call. And after only a few seconds, Wendy accepted his call and her face popped up on his phone screen, making Stan's heart skip a tender beat.

''Hey baby.'', he said, laying down on the bed and raising the phone right above his head.

''Hey you.'', Wendy replied cheerfully as she propped herself up against a couple of pillows that had rested against the headboard of her bed. ''What's up?''

''Well, I've been trying to do my Algebra homework for the past hour or so. It seems like I can't concentrate on it at all.'', he smiled, eventually rolling onto his side and resting his phone against the lamp that sat on the nightstand. ''Luckily my parents aren't home, so they aren't able to hear me cursing out the Algebra homework and everything else related to it.''

''Yikes, is it that bad?'', Wendy asked. ''You know that you can always ask me for help.''

''Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating it a bit.'', Stan chuckled. ''It's not that I don't understand anything, but it's just that I don't like Algebra and would rather stick cactus up my butt than do any more of my homework.''

''Well, you just have to push yourself to do it and you'll be fine. It happens to all of us sometimes.''

''I guess you're right Wends.'', he conceded. ''What have you been up to?''

''Nothing much. I did my homework and worked on that essay we have to do for our English class. Also, I had to come up with something to eat since my parents are both still at work and won't come home for at least an hour.'', the dark haired teenage girl rolled her eyes, twisting a strand of her long, black hair around her index finger.

''So…'', Stan began in a suddenly teasing tone. ''Since I'm home alone and you're home alone, maybe we should make the best of it then, hm?''

''What do you mean?'', Wendy asked, raising a curious eyebrow at her boyfriend.

''Wends, really? Don't act as if you don't know where this is all going.'', Stan replied. ''Don't you remember the last time we were both home alone and what we did, hm?''

''I know, but sometimes it's much better to act oblivious. Okay?'', she said in a sultry tone and slowly reached down for the hem of her t-shirt to pull it slightly upwards. She smiled smugly, raising her phone above her head and offering her boyfriend a nice look at her ample breasts and flat stomach. ''And also, you should definitely take a little break from doing your homework.''

''Mhm, you tease.'', he smirked cheekily, his bright blue eyes hungry for what was inevitably about to come.

''Glad to help out my boyfriend.'', the huskiness in the teenage girl's voice was more than enough for something to twitch and throb inside of Stan's underwear. He brought his hand downwards to palm a prominent bulge forming in the crotch of his gray sweatpants, feeling it grow harder and harder the more his girlfriend continued to tease him.

''Now watch this.'', Wendy purred seductively, inserting two fingers inside her mouth and sucking on them, forcing Stan's bright blue eyes to widen to the size of saucers at the sight of his girlfriend attempting to tease him in ways only she knew how to.

''Holy fuck…'', Stan murmured delightfully, keeping his phone in his left hand and using his other hand to pull down his sweats, kicking them off his legs and tossing them on the side. He gripped onto his length and began stroking himself through his boxers, allowing a faint gasp to escape his lips.

''You like it, don't you?'', the raven haired beauty teased even further, tugging at the waistband of her own sweatpants and pulling them down to the length of her thighs. She eventually wriggled out of her sweats and dumped them on the carpeted floor. She placed her phone down on the nightstand and spun herself around on the bed, offering her boyfriend a much better view at what she was doing.

''Oh heck yeah…'', Stan smirked cheekily, still maintaining a firm grip on his crotch.

''Do you realize how much I want you beside me right now?'', Wendy said, sliding her fingers inside of her panties and swiftly pulling them down her long legs. She kicked the black piece of underwear over her knees and ankles and threw it on the other side of her queen-sized bed.

''Beside you? Why not inside you?'', her boyfriend teased back in the same seductive manner, finally pulling down his underwear and allowing the bulge that had formed earlier to finally reveal itself.

''That too.'', the dark haired girl replied. ''Are you enjoying the view, baby?''

''Yeah, you bet.'', Stan nodded his head in response, wrapping his hand around the shaft and slowly moving his hand up and down. ''Are you enjoying the view as well?''

Instead of responding, Wendy winked seductively and brought her hand to her most sensitive area. She began drawing little circles with her fingertips around her folds, eventually bringing her thumb down to her more sensitive area and slipping one finger inside herself. A soft moan escaped her lips as she continued with her movements, prompting Stan to do the very same thing with his length.

''Mhm, I want your hands all over me, you inside of me.'', she moaned softly as she continued rubbing her womanhood with one hand, but decided to amp things up by sliding in another finger and picking up the pace. She could already see some dark spots of pleasure forming before her eyes, sending herself into a sensual whirlwind that could easily be determined through her pleasuring moans.

''Oh yeah, you want it?'', Stan sucked in a deep breath as he continued stroking himself. He bit down on his bottom lip, humming delightfully. He eventually quickened his movements and felt a slight twitch inside of lower abdomen, allowing his imagination to be flooded with the scenes of his girlfriend being so closely entwined with him, crying his name out and them being meshed together in perfect unison.

''Yes…'', Wendy moaned, increasing the speed of her movements and pushing herself closer to the absolute edge of pleasure. ''S-Stan, I-I'm close...''

''Me too baby.'', Stan said, keeping his own strokes precise and timely. ''Come on, do it for me.''

''I-I will…'', the raven haired girl responded. ''You do it for me as well.''

Their cheeks were starting to become bright red and flushed, their movements became faster, the intensity of their moans became more noticeable – and when neither of them could hold it back any longer, they climaxed together and plonked themselves down onto their respective beds, barely being able to catch their breaths.

But more importantly, neither of them were able to hide the teasing smirks that had popped up on their faces.

''T-that was amazing.'', Stan breathed heavily. ''We should do this more often.''

''I know…'', Wendy agreed, wiping her fingertips against her sheets. She rolled over onto her stomach and reached for her phone in order to raise it above her head, barely being able to catch her own breath. ''But it can't beat the real thing, you know?''

''Oh baby, I know.'', he smirked back deviously, successfully mirroring the one his girlfriend had on her face.


Well, I wrote something slightly smuttier this time around. ;)

As per usual, if you have any ideas for a Stendy drabble/oneshot, feel free to message me and I will gladly take your request into consideration. Although I'm going to put this fanfic on hold for a little bit, I will come back with new oneshots very, very soon!