imagines.

Stanley Uris || first.

This is another after they 'did it' imagine.

Y/N shuffled away from the bed to the mirror standing in the corner. But all she could see were the bruised tracing her neck.

Hickies.

"Stanley..."

He knew he was in trouble from the moment his name split off her tongue. He sat up with the thin bed sheet covering his lower half.

"You are in trouble Stanley," she walked towards him, unbuttoning his oversized shirt hanging from her body very slowly. Painfully slowly for Stan. Not soon enough, the shirt laid atop of another pile of clothing on the floor. Her lips lunging onto his neck and in moment, the once perfect skin was covered with blue and purple spots. And Stanley Uris loved everyone of them. The groans and moans mixed with the movement of the bed sheets. And a single phrase that slipt from Stan's throat,

"That's my baby girl..."