IT imagines & preferences

stan-dirty

requested︎︎︎✱
16+︎ ︎

sitting in class, taking English notes as I hear a moan coming from next to me.

"stop" I say with a disgusted look on my face.

"oh (y/n)" he moans "don't you love hearing my moans" he says while he jacks off.

"fuck off"

he groans as he releases all over his hands.

"don't you love this" he smirks and laughs as he shows me his hands.

"you're disgusting"

he gets up and asks the teacher if he could use the bathroom.

he comes back and takes his seat again. he leans in and touches my inner thigh.
"(y/n) I know you like me, but you pretend like you hate me." he looks me in the eye.

"stop you disgusting perv" I attempt to smack his hand away but he doesn't move it.
"oh but (y/n) I know you like it" he whispers in my ear as he begins to rub my core.
"s-stop" I close my eyes and lean my head back a little. "you really want me to stop?" he whispers into my neck as he begins to suck on it.
"mmm" I softly moan as I can feel Stan smirk against my neck.
he moves onto my jawline as i release a small wimper.
good thing that me and Stan sit in the corner of the last row in the class.

"oh Stan" i moan/groan as he sucks on my sweet spot on my neck, "right there."

as he was about the put his hand in my pants, the bell rang, making both Stan and I jump, "do you wanna come over later?" he flashes me a wink.
"we'll see" I give him a small smile.
"I promise you'll have fun" he whispers in my ear as he puts his hand in my back pocket and leaves his phone number on a small sheet of paper that I checked after class.