IT x Reader Smut

Do You Need A Playmate? - Stanley x Reader

(Requested by Sage1228)

    You and Stanley have been roommates for a little over a year now, but have been friends since you two were in diapers. Both of you moved out of your neighboring homes as soon as you graduated from high school into a small, two bedroom apartment. It has been like a dream come true to live with your best friend, eating every meal and watching horror movies at night together.

    You enjoy your book on the couch, reading each line carefully as the words become sexually descriptive. Looking up from the pages, you check to see if Stan is home before you do anything to embarrass yourself.

    "Stan!" You call out, silence ringing throughout the apartment. "Stanley?!" You call out again, trying to be extra safe.

    You smirk, sliding your hand inside your pajama pants, remembering that you went commando out of laziness this morning. You read on, your womanhood getting hotter and wetter with every syllable. Rubbing your clit, you breathe heavily as you read the descriptive smut. As you pleasure yourself, your body shakes and you moan loudly.

   Soon you have trouble holding up the book, dropping it on the wood floor. You slip a finger inside yourself, cum dripping down your hand. You can feel your legs tingling as you pick up speed. You hear the floorboards creak and you quickly turn your head to see Stanley standing a few inches away from the couch, looking you up and down. He approaches you in a very calm manner and gets on his knees; he leans over and whispers in your ear, "Need some help with that, babygirl?" You feel yourself shiver and slowly nod.

   Stanley slowly slides his hand down your body, his warm fingers leaving shivers down your back; his hand finally makes it down to your pussy where he leaves it hovering, the warmth of his palms resonating on your clit. He stares you straight in the eye as he drags his finger up and down your entrance, noticing how wet you are for him. You bite your lip, holding back moans as he continues to tease you. 

   "Can I take these off?", he says pulling at your pajama bottoms. You nod and he tugs them off quickly, noticing you are missing your panties. He smirks at you, climbing on top of you and kissing your neck.

   "Who knew I'd come home to find you being such a naughty girl." He hummed into your skin. He bit and kissed your neck, marking you up so you would be able to see it later. As he laid on top of you, you could feel his cock pulsing against your leg. You didn't blame him; you would feel the same if you were him.

   He looked up at you, his lips on your left nipple. He nipped at it before he slid two fingers inside of your wet core; you moaned and arched your back slightly, gripping at the couch under the both of you. He kissed your stomach as he slowly thrust his fingers in and out; soft moans escaped your lips as he fingered you. Stan began to pick up his pace, looking you straight in the eye as you writhed in pleasure. Your breathing became heavy as your climax began to creep up on you; Stan began undressing, his cock straining against his tight boxers. Stan began to slide himself down your body, his fingers still pumping into you. He licks your clit, making you moan loudly. He looks in your eyes as you shiver underneath him. You soon cum all over his fingers. He picks you up, carrying you to his room and throwing you on the bed. You gasp, bouncing a little when you land. He climbs on top of you, holding your hands above your head as he lines himself up. 

   He pushes himself all the way inside you, making you moan loudly and grip at his back. He kisses your neck and rubs figure-8's on your clit. Your toes curl and your fingers scratch as you squeeze your eyes closed. He fucks you hard without mercy, breathing heavily in your ear.

(This is part 1, wait for the next one. Sorry, this took so long! Thanks for reading!)