SP; centi_porn Collection Post: Stan/Wendy. Complete!
Due to the graphic nature of these short little drabbles, they are unable to be posted on fanfiction.net unless I want to get my ass kicked off the site. So, for your viewing pleasure (if you manage to see these), here are the collection of smutty drabbles for the centi_porn challenge. Notice the different pairing? I've decided to try this and one other from South Park due to a recent obsession. I just wanted to see if I could pull of small amounts before going to the big leagues.
Challenge Table: Stan/Wendy
Complete!
01.
Blossom
02.
Sweat
03.
Gaze
04.
Tongue
05.
Sweet
06.
Give
07.
Hand
08.
Compromise
09.
Chocolate
10.
Deep
11.
Shiver
12.
Melt
13.
Smooth
14.
Tingle
15.
Button
01. Blossom
Her eyes were like electricity as they roamed over his practically nude form, and he felt his cheeks flush even more at the attention. Alcohol coursed through their veins, pushing them further past the forbidden, blurred lines of friendship and lust. She was in control, she always was. Her chocolate eyes widened as they rested, for the first time, on the bulge in his dark blue boxers. Seeing his raw adoration for her-it made her heart explode, the love she tried to push away came back with a vengeance. Or, it could be the hand that slid underneath her panties.
02. Sweat
In the locker room, he stood in the shower, trying to feel clean after the long football practice. Closing his eyes as he stepped closer to the searing-hot mist, he let the water flow freely over his face.
“You seem so lonely,” a voice softly spoke from the next stall over. She smiled as he jerked and looked over to her in alarm, only to relax once he saw it was her. Without another word, she made haste with her clothing and stepped into the shower with him. Glancing down as she saw his cock twitch with anticipation, she grinned.
03. Gaze
Her eyes met his across the room, her gaze willing him to come over to her, to help her escape from the clutches of Cartman. Sometimes she was too nice for her own good, and Stan knew. Noticing her distress, Stan came over and tugged her away without a word. He didn’t need any explanation to take her away from him. Even though it hadn’t been expressed publicly, they were together. As he roughly pushed her into a closet nearby and began to kiss her passionately-they were together. And as they began to fumble with each other’s clothes-they were together.
04. Tongue
He managed to hold his tongue, as well as his lunch, as she shrugged off her shirt. He wanted to groan outright at her breasts, realizing that, for all this time, he knew what his father was talking about. Gathering up enough courage, he reached a hand out to grasp the tender flesh. He caressed her nipple with his thumb, and after hearing her shaky exhale, he began to grow more bold with every passing second. Hooking an arm around her slender waist, he pulled her to rest between his legs so he could reach her nipple with his mouth.
05. Sweet
The second he tasted her was the second he knew that candy or ice cream would never have the same affect on him as it once did. She was all too sweet. He grasped her hips with a strong force and resumed to lick and suck at the tender nub of flesh which, he knew, yearned for his touch. She writhed and wiggled underneath his touch, going absolutely mad. Arching her back as she felt the pressure build within her, she panted his name. Rather vocal in her wants, she urged him to continue, to go faster. He happily obliged.
06. Give
Her tongue ran up the length of his shaft, treating him as if he were a popsicle. She savored his taste, taking her time to truly dip her tongue into every crevice and angle she possibly could. His cock throbbed in anticipation. Her eyes never left his the entire time she gave him head, though his eyes closed a number of times as he panted her name. He had never come other than by his own hand, and if this was the first time she had ever done such a thing, he was going to be the luckiest man alive.
15. Button
“I love you, babe,” he murmured as he slid his hand up her thigh and under her skirt.
She hooked her leg around his waist, grinding against him with an impish grin. “Show me,” she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Kissing him passionately, she ground against him again. Pulling away with a low chuckle, he said, “I’m not going to last very long if you keep that up, Wends.”
She moved her hands down his torso and dipped one under his waistline while unbuttoning his jeans with the other hand. “Who wants you to?”
07. Hand
The first time they made love, the way their hands groped for experience and yearned for comfort, it felt as if they were looking in on another experience entirely. The noises she made felt as if she were listening to someone else being driven over the edge. The pain, though inevitable, wore off soon after. With every thrust, every grunt, she held onto the sheets tightly, her eyes squeezed shut. Suddenly, in the sweetest gesture she had ever remembered in her life, she felt a hand caress her cheek and a coax to open her eyes. She was in love.
10. Deep
Pushing his lips against hers fiercely in order to keep her mouth occupied (and to muffle her moans), he drove up into her deeply. With limited room in the janitor’s closet, they had to make due with what they had. He was shocked to even have persuaded her out of her class, but with every thrust, he proved that he was eternally grateful. With his hands grasping her ass for all it was worth, he fucked her to the brink with pleasure.
As they calmed down, she whispered, pressing her forehead against his, “Meet me at one, for round two.”
12. Melt
Whenever he saw that smile of hers, he felt his heart melt. Whenever he saw that smile, he felt like he was home. He didn’t want to seem like a pansy for feeling like that, but he couldn’t help it. After he would pull out and cradle her to him, sweat matting wisps of hair to her forehead, she would smile at him and turn his insides to mush. As a child, he knew what would’ve happened, but now he realized-she would smile at him that way, and now it was tenfold-his stomach was readying him for the big leagues.
08. Compromise
With all of her begging, he had reluctantly given in to going to the ‘South Park Barn Dance’ that their parents had been bragging about since their teens. As alcohol was nearly raining from the sky, he knew why exactly they were bragging. No one cared that they were all underage and shit-faced, they encouraged such behavior. And as he was pushed back into a pile of hay by his drunken girlfriend, he knew such barn dances got sweeter with time. And he was getting exactly what he asked for-without caring who watched them fuck in the hay like rabbits.
11. Shiver
On that long-awaited dare, he kissed her for the first time. Ten years later, at yet another party, the next thing he had been dared to was to make love to her. She was the one behind the dare. When he heard her say those words, he involuntarily shivered. They had been dancing around the topic, and now that they were seventeen-just the age to have sex, if Chef taught them anything. As everyone watched them with wide eyes, Stan took a deep breath and stood, grabbing Wendy’s hand. Soon enough, they were fumbling with their clothes, experiencing something new.
09. Chocolate
Putting down the Guitar Hero controller with a huff, he stared at his girlfriend who had been watching him play-while nursing a bag of chocolate kisses contentedly. Without a word, he pounced, attacking her with a series of kisses, each ranging in intensity from the next. All he could taste was the chocolate she had been eating, which fueled him forward as he reached underneath her shirt, only to be delighted that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Toying with a nipple as he broke away to kiss her neck, she moaned softly with a lazy smile. Her plan had worked.
13. Smooth
She moaned in protest as he took his time to get down to her center, kissing and licking down her smooth thighs. His kisses were addicting, she knew, but he had learned a lot from her in the ways of being a tease.
“Stan, please,” she whimpered, feeling the intensity of her building orgasm without any attention; her clit was throbbing, and she couldn’t do anything about it.
He chuckled against her thigh. “Be patient.”
Groaning again, she thrust up, earning another chuckle. Without another word, he began sucking on her clit, shattering her world, as he loved to do.
14. Tingle
With the blindfold in place, he was completely submissive to her touch. His hands were securely fastened-and secretly, he loved it. He complained at first, but when he saw that glint in her eye, he was never more turned on. When she got into these moods, he knew it was best to take it like a man. He felt the tingle of her kisses down his chest, reaching lower and lower to his seemingly ever-present erection. As he felt her lips touch the tip, he moaned her name. He begged to touch her, please her, but she was in charge.
Challenge Table: Stan/Wendy
Complete!
01.
Blossom
02.
Sweat
03.
Gaze
04.
Tongue
05.
Sweet
06.
Give
07.
Hand
08.
Compromise
09.
Chocolate
10.
Deep
11.
Shiver
12.
Melt
13.
Smooth
14.
Tingle
15.
Button
01. Blossom
Her eyes were like electricity as they roamed over his practically nude form, and he felt his cheeks flush even more at the attention. Alcohol coursed through their veins, pushing them further past the forbidden, blurred lines of friendship and lust. She was in control, she always was. Her chocolate eyes widened as they rested, for the first time, on the bulge in his dark blue boxers. Seeing his raw adoration for her-it made her heart explode, the love she tried to push away came back with a vengeance. Or, it could be the hand that slid underneath her panties.
02. Sweat
In the locker room, he stood in the shower, trying to feel clean after the long football practice. Closing his eyes as he stepped closer to the searing-hot mist, he let the water flow freely over his face.
“You seem so lonely,” a voice softly spoke from the next stall over. She smiled as he jerked and looked over to her in alarm, only to relax once he saw it was her. Without another word, she made haste with her clothing and stepped into the shower with him. Glancing down as she saw his cock twitch with anticipation, she grinned.
03. Gaze
Her eyes met his across the room, her gaze willing him to come over to her, to help her escape from the clutches of Cartman. Sometimes she was too nice for her own good, and Stan knew. Noticing her distress, Stan came over and tugged her away without a word. He didn’t need any explanation to take her away from him. Even though it hadn’t been expressed publicly, they were together. As he roughly pushed her into a closet nearby and began to kiss her passionately-they were together. And as they began to fumble with each other’s clothes-they were together.
04. Tongue
He managed to hold his tongue, as well as his lunch, as she shrugged off her shirt. He wanted to groan outright at her breasts, realizing that, for all this time, he knew what his father was talking about. Gathering up enough courage, he reached a hand out to grasp the tender flesh. He caressed her nipple with his thumb, and after hearing her shaky exhale, he began to grow more bold with every passing second. Hooking an arm around her slender waist, he pulled her to rest between his legs so he could reach her nipple with his mouth.
05. Sweet
The second he tasted her was the second he knew that candy or ice cream would never have the same affect on him as it once did. She was all too sweet. He grasped her hips with a strong force and resumed to lick and suck at the tender nub of flesh which, he knew, yearned for his touch. She writhed and wiggled underneath his touch, going absolutely mad. Arching her back as she felt the pressure build within her, she panted his name. Rather vocal in her wants, she urged him to continue, to go faster. He happily obliged.
06. Give
Her tongue ran up the length of his shaft, treating him as if he were a popsicle. She savored his taste, taking her time to truly dip her tongue into every crevice and angle she possibly could. His cock throbbed in anticipation. Her eyes never left his the entire time she gave him head, though his eyes closed a number of times as he panted her name. He had never come other than by his own hand, and if this was the first time she had ever done such a thing, he was going to be the luckiest man alive.
15. Button
“I love you, babe,” he murmured as he slid his hand up her thigh and under her skirt.
She hooked her leg around his waist, grinding against him with an impish grin. “Show me,” she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. Kissing him passionately, she ground against him again. Pulling away with a low chuckle, he said, “I’m not going to last very long if you keep that up, Wends.”
She moved her hands down his torso and dipped one under his waistline while unbuttoning his jeans with the other hand. “Who wants you to?”
07. Hand
The first time they made love, the way their hands groped for experience and yearned for comfort, it felt as if they were looking in on another experience entirely. The noises she made felt as if she were listening to someone else being driven over the edge. The pain, though inevitable, wore off soon after. With every thrust, every grunt, she held onto the sheets tightly, her eyes squeezed shut. Suddenly, in the sweetest gesture she had ever remembered in her life, she felt a hand caress her cheek and a coax to open her eyes. She was in love.
10. Deep
Pushing his lips against hers fiercely in order to keep her mouth occupied (and to muffle her moans), he drove up into her deeply. With limited room in the janitor’s closet, they had to make due with what they had. He was shocked to even have persuaded her out of her class, but with every thrust, he proved that he was eternally grateful. With his hands grasping her ass for all it was worth, he fucked her to the brink with pleasure.
As they calmed down, she whispered, pressing her forehead against his, “Meet me at one, for round two.”
12. Melt
Whenever he saw that smile of hers, he felt his heart melt. Whenever he saw that smile, he felt like he was home. He didn’t want to seem like a pansy for feeling like that, but he couldn’t help it. After he would pull out and cradle her to him, sweat matting wisps of hair to her forehead, she would smile at him and turn his insides to mush. As a child, he knew what would’ve happened, but now he realized-she would smile at him that way, and now it was tenfold-his stomach was readying him for the big leagues.
08. Compromise
With all of her begging, he had reluctantly given in to going to the ‘South Park Barn Dance’ that their parents had been bragging about since their teens. As alcohol was nearly raining from the sky, he knew why exactly they were bragging. No one cared that they were all underage and shit-faced, they encouraged such behavior. And as he was pushed back into a pile of hay by his drunken girlfriend, he knew such barn dances got sweeter with time. And he was getting exactly what he asked for-without caring who watched them fuck in the hay like rabbits.
11. Shiver
On that long-awaited dare, he kissed her for the first time. Ten years later, at yet another party, the next thing he had been dared to was to make love to her. She was the one behind the dare. When he heard her say those words, he involuntarily shivered. They had been dancing around the topic, and now that they were seventeen-just the age to have sex, if Chef taught them anything. As everyone watched them with wide eyes, Stan took a deep breath and stood, grabbing Wendy’s hand. Soon enough, they were fumbling with their clothes, experiencing something new.
09. Chocolate
Putting down the Guitar Hero controller with a huff, he stared at his girlfriend who had been watching him play-while nursing a bag of chocolate kisses contentedly. Without a word, he pounced, attacking her with a series of kisses, each ranging in intensity from the next. All he could taste was the chocolate she had been eating, which fueled him forward as he reached underneath her shirt, only to be delighted that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Toying with a nipple as he broke away to kiss her neck, she moaned softly with a lazy smile. Her plan had worked.
13. Smooth
She moaned in protest as he took his time to get down to her center, kissing and licking down her smooth thighs. His kisses were addicting, she knew, but he had learned a lot from her in the ways of being a tease.
“Stan, please,” she whimpered, feeling the intensity of her building orgasm without any attention; her clit was throbbing, and she couldn’t do anything about it.
He chuckled against her thigh. “Be patient.”
Groaning again, she thrust up, earning another chuckle. Without another word, he began sucking on her clit, shattering her world, as he loved to do.
14. Tingle
With the blindfold in place, he was completely submissive to her touch. His hands were securely fastened-and secretly, he loved it. He complained at first, but when he saw that glint in her eye, he was never more turned on. When she got into these moods, he knew it was best to take it like a man. He felt the tingle of her kisses down his chest, reaching lower and lower to his seemingly ever-present erection. As he felt her lips touch the tip, he moaned her name. He begged to touch her, please her, but she was in charge.