He places your thighs on either side of his head, using the leverage to pull you closer to him so that his mouth was flush against your soaking entrance. looking up to see your blissed-out expression. He pressed a wet kiss to your heat, “good girl,” with that, his tongue began to lap at your entrance, the tip of his tongue pushing against your clit. You nod desperately, your head feeling too heavy from sleep, “yes, yes, stan, all for you.” You lift up your hips so he can move your panties down as he smiles at the damp fabric and the slick coating your inner thighs, “all this from thinking about me?” He hums rubbing your hips, “I know, babylove, I’ll give you what you need.” He kisses just above your clothed clit, “yes, babylove?” You stir awake at the feeling of stan tugging your shorts down, “stan?” your voice sounds bleary with sleep, the dream you were having making you clench your thighs together. He presses a kiss to your stomach, just where the waistband of your pyjama shorts ends, looking up at you as you melt into his touch. he rests there for a moment, watching how your face screws up as you sleep, bucking your hips up pointlessly and fisting the sheets, “fuck me…stan…need it so bad.” He lifted your hand to his mouth, kissing your knuckles, then up your arm and your shoulder, then down your stomach. he felt his pants tent, hearing you begging for him even in your sleep had him unbelievably hard. his name fell from your mouth as you writhe underneath the covers. His eyes darted to you, as you unconsciously grinded against him, whimpers and soft moans falling from your mouth like you were made for it.
you whimpered into his arm, “god…” your hips were sloppily rutting up in search of friction, “…fuck, stan, harder.” he was about to wake you up, cuddle you, tell you it would all be fine, kiss you all over and maybe put on some cocoa when you started rolling your hips up against him. Maybe you were having a nightmare, he thought, frowning. It was so quiet, he couldve easily mistook it for your breathing. He chalked it up to a dream you were having, then you let out a thin whine. you pulled yourself in closer to his chest and your hips had twitched. He had thought about putting his book away for the night when you shifted just slightly. You had been tired when you showed up at stans house, stressed about finals and parents. You had fallen asleep a while ago, arms wrapped around stan’s middle while he had an arm thrown around your side. Stan laid next to you, the dim light from his bedside letting him skim over his book. Request: maybe an imagine where reader has wet dream and stan eats her out ? A/n: loved this request! (also sorry this is a lil short)
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