dom!fratboy!main three x sub!fem!reader
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inspired by my chats with @bro-flov-ski
stan marsh, kenny mccormick, kyle broflovski, not under the pretense of my au. noncanon main three. implied short reader/shorter than the boys. my first time writing anything poly!! brainrot got a little too real. mean!kyle, flirty!kenny, ready to serve!stan, maybe a little yan, drinking, smoking, weed, parties, butters scene!! bebe is ur roommate, kinda shy / kinda quick tempered , implied inexperienced reader. never wrote anything like this before ✋🏻 SMUT. 6.5k words
the three of you had quite a few classes together. most of which the boys spent commenting on how hot you are. you were well aware of the boys’ presence in the school. they might as well be regina george and her little crew, with kyle broflovski leading the crew.
kyle broflovski, the resident basketball god, with a sharp tongue. he's been known to make people leave the campus crying, just for being in his way. the mean one.
stanley marsh known for his football career and being the rational one but also full of anger and hasn't shyed away from pummelling a few of the more bigoted members of his team. the nice one.
and kenneth mccormick, the art major who was known for fucking every girl on campus. he was all confidence and dripping sex and he knew it, used it against anyone who gave him a second glance. the flirt.
they spent most of the day after that talking about you need to wear leggings more often because of how they make your ass look amazing. a plan was concoting.
after class you typically stopped at the library to do some studying in silence, but today it was a bit different. the boys all came and sat at your table, essentially crowding you. the three of them were quite intimidating, with how pretty they are.
stan's contrasting black hair and sky blue eyes, kenny’s golden eyes and equally light perfectly conditioned blonde hair, kyle’s beautiful red curls that steal the spotlight, with equally inticing forest green eyes.
“hey pretty girl,” kenny drawled leaning forward to lean on his hand. your eyes scanned over him before following to look at stan and kyle. you weren't used to this much attention.
“uhm, hi” you'd been going to univeristy for about two years, and it had been steady and lonely. you didn't even have any friends, and you kinda liked it that way. talking was hard, you got flustered very easily, and angry just as quickly. friends were never something you were good at.
you stumbled over your words a bit, although you didn't say much. self conscious, you tucked a piece of hair behind your ear.
“you doing anything tonight?” this time it was kyle who piped up. his eyes nonchalantly falling over you, as if you weren't looking right at him.
“we’re throwing a party, and we'd love to have you there,” stan drew out the word love and you started to sense ulterior motive.
your walls instinctively come back up, eyes narrowing suspiciously at the boys before you. you were never someone's main choice, and that made you easily paranoid.
an eyebrow raised at the boys, “listen, if this is some kind of weird joke, or initiation your stupid fuckboy frathouse does, i want no part in it. if you don't mind, i have some studying to do, so piss off.” you huffed after your rant, opening your laptop and textbook. push people away and they can't fuck up your routine.
“now why the fuck would we do some stupid shit like that? if we wanted to do that don't you think we'd go after someone easier? we chose you, because you're hot, and you're quite, which is cute. who the fuck do you think we are, monsters?” kyle huffed in equal annoyance and the sight of him glaring at you made your thighs squeeze together. which didn't go unnoticed by the boys before you. kenny whistled lowly. your eyes immediately flashed to him before looking back to kyle. annoyance clear on your furrowed brow.
“woah, kyle, you didn't need to go in on her like that, geez dude,” your hand waving in the air stopped stan in his tracks almost lost in all that is you.
“it’s fine, stan, i can take it. you think you're so scary, kyle. i just don't have the time play dumb-ass mimd games. well, what time is the party and the address?”
kenny couldn't help but admire how you can so quickly keep up with all of them. the boys shared a look and nodded, your suspicions were not yet swayed. they were hiding something, but you couldn't help and see what they have up their sleeves.
“see you at 7, baby, wear something hot!" kenny spouted, and scibbled the address on a piece of paper you had sitting in front of you. sending a wink and finger gun your way, as three of them walked out of the library. you felt yourself smiling and then attempted to snap yourself out of it.
they're just stupid fuckboys, you can't be falling for their antics.
𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
you couldn't stop yourself from thinking about the boys and the party. you decided to just back to your shared dorm, with your roommate bebe.
she sat idly on her bed, nail file in hand from where she watched you throw your bag down.
“no late night at the library tonight?” she gave a sarcastic smile while you flopped face down onto the bed. you weren't not friends with bebe but you're not exactly friends either. kinda just civil, help each other when absolutely necessary.
now was one of those times. you had a code word which meant, don't bitch, forget everything for a minute and help me.
“bebe, cherry garcia ice cream.” bebe’s perfectly plucked blonde brows rose and she dropped the nail file and came to sat on your bed. you sat up to face her, your hair messy and in you face. blue orbs stared back at you.
“you know stan and his little trio, right?” you essed into it, anxiety seeping into your veins the more you spoke.
bebe sighed and punched her nose, “stan, kyle and kenny? yes, i grew up with them. why?” she asked, staring at you impatiently.
“yeah... well, they cornered me in the library and asked me to their party tonight. supposedly no funny business.” you watched bebe intently, trying to get any subtle information from her.
“okay, well, stan wouldn't be involved with some dirty shit, kenny either, mostly. kyle’s the one you gotta watch out for. but if you're going yo the frathouse, you need to look hot. do you have any dresses or skirts?”
you just stared dumbly at her, the silent remark of, what the fuck do you think
“nope, got it. okay stay here I'll find you something,” it's not that you had anything against skirts or dresses, you just tended not to wear them due to convenience and thus didn't buy any.
bebe scattered through her closet and drawers, a little something here, little something there and then she dropped a whole bunch of shit on the bed next to you.
“makeover time!” bebe squealed, she was enjoying this to much. but you're a simple girl and what girl doesn't love playing dress-up?
bebe stuffed a towel under the door, and lit a blunt, helping you mentally prepare for the party accompanied by a very hype playlist. you smiled, you'd always wanted a moment like this.
you leaned over to bebe, a hand lightly squeezing her wrist, “thank you so much, for this. i mean it.” you smiled genuinely at her and she handed you the blunt.
“now don't start going all soft me sweeheart,” she laughed laying out some makeup. her plan was to have the boys begging to touch you, but you were sure if it played out like that you'd be the one begging.
she gave you a black little miniskirt, some fishnets and a cute little cropped sweatshirt. cute and sexy but still comfortable enough. she helped you curl your hair and do your makeup to match with little black heeled boots.
“now,” bebe’s hands were firm on your shoulders, “you’re a bad bitch and you can handle these boys.” you nodded, and then gave a defeated sigh.
“you sure you can't come? i think i need backup.” bebe gave you a slight pat on the cheek, “no, babe, I'm getting dicked down tonight, sorry. you got this, give the boys my love. and tell them you know everything, they'll back down a little.”
“tell clyde i said hi,” you nodded, saluting bebe before walking out the door and onto the frathouse.
𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
as you approached the frathouse, you flinched due to the volume of the music booming through the house.
ss you ascended the porch steps, a man standing tall stood at the door allowing only permitted people into the house. your nerves began creeping up on you, but you just swallowed it. what kind of house party has a bouncer?
the man held a hand out to you, silently asking for your identification and invitation.
“um, hey, im (y/n). kyle, stan and kenny invited me at the library earlier? was told to arrive at eight?” the guy looked you up and down and let you in.
your eyes scanned the living room, and then the kitchen, attempting to find the boys. eventually you found another guy who looked like he'd be in the fraternity.
“hi, uh, sorry to bother you, do you know where stan, kyle or stan are?” your voice just barely carried over the music. and the blonde haired kid leaned down to hear you.
“hi! everyone calls me butters, I'll take ya up there.” he held his arm out to you, and motioned to the stairs. you swallowed visibly and took butters’ arm.
“may i request we get a drink first, ” you leaned up and spoke into butters ear. he smiled warmly at you, he got you a shot of tequila and a vodka infused pink lemonade.
“don’t let the boys bully you too much okay?” butters winked and finally led you up the stairs. the stairs winded into long, lowlit hallways and you held butters a little closer and you descended down the dimly lit corridor. why is it so dark up here? you almost sighed, this is the kinda shit the gets you a true crime documentary. you highly doubted bebe would let you walk into something this if that was the case.
you walked into a quite wide room, it was decorated like a second living room. a pool table, some couches, a tv and a balcony patio outside double doors. the doors opened inward and showed you the boys. unaware of your arrival due to being outside smoking and drinking.
“good luck,” butters gave you a thumbs up and left you alone. you silently made your way up to the three. more anxious then ever, everyone is acting like they're gonna tear you apart. and i might let them. you shook the thoughts from your head.
the boys’ talk faded into silence as their eyes fell upon your body, now full attention on you. their stares made you feel naked, full exposed and flustered. you looked down to your feet for a moment, nope, still fully dressed. you exited the doorway to meet the boys.
orange and pink hues decorated the sky behind them, like a beautiful backdrop to a romance novel.
kenny stood to the right of you, he wore a buttoned white longsleeve shirt folded up to the elbows, a skinny black tie loosely tied around his neck and some black pants. his golden strands fell messily around his shoulders. he smirked at you and leaned forward to give your forehead a kiss. he smelled like beer, weed and lemon. you wish you could wrap yourself in the aroma, it was intoxicating.
“glad you could make it, angel! you look delicious.” angel.
“t-thanks kenny.” he smiled brightly at you, but his eyes told a different story. casting over you like a predator to their prey, a beast on the hunt. before turning around to start rolling another joint. his fourth that day, and stan's eighth.
stan stood directly in front of you, blue eyes twinkling under the still setting sun. his black hair was so precisely messy, and he wore and long sleeve dark red button up, no tie, topped with black jeans. he smiled at you, before turning the ashe the cigarette between his fingers, a beer losely held in the other hand, which he sat on the handrail before really greeting you.
“you should wear your hair like that more often,” he pulled you for a polite hug, and he smelled deliciously like pine and weed. you could his biceps through the shirt and you wanted to know what all he was hiding under there. he snuck a little kiss to your cheek on the exit. and you could feel your cheeks heating up. he gave you a shy smile, but you weren't sure it was genuine.
it was almost like they were having an affection competition. not that you were complaining.
kyle stood to the left of you, trying to seem unbothered. a cigarette was held loosely between his lips, he inhaled before taking it out to fully look at you. smoke flowed through his nose as his eyes followed every curve,nook and cranny he could see right now. you were able to keep up with him, he needed a little doll like you.
he had a tight fitting white button up, mostly covered by a black and white suit jacket and slacks. they all looked so elegant and while you felt hot, you also felt very underdressed. this has to be some kind of mindgames they were playing.
“hey doll, make it up here alright?” kyle's tone was neutral like he could take you or leave you, and it made you feel a little weak in the knees. you felt scrutinized under his gaze. small, weak, submissive.
he came a bit closer than the other boys, a hand gently coming up to guide your jaw up to look at him. your nerves bit at you and you broke eye contact almost immediately. you felt deliciously scared, the kind of fear that leads directly to your cunt. what does he think he's doing?
“come on, baby, look at me,” his voice was so soft, and sickly sweet. like he was begging you to try and defy him. you wanted to be you wanted to be stubborn, to try and be a brat. but his tone was so sharp yet gentle all the same. it was almost like whiplash and you felt compelled to listen to him. your eyes slowly casted up to look at him, “there ya go. good girl.” he bummed out, like he was raking you in for the first time. i would do anything you asked of me, forever.
his thumb light traced over your lips and it took all your control and restraint not to shiver. it was almost like you were in a trance. kyle broflovski is a magical man, a incubus amongst men.
he left you just as quickly as he came and the boys took notice of your breathlessness. all sharing another look that went completely over your head. you didn't even try to understand their unspoken language right now. dizzy from your buzz and the lust that would soon overcome you.
you took a swig of your drink and let the feeling of the alcohol flow through your veins. you were always a bit more carefree when you were drunk, a little more go with flow. and that's exactly what you needed, if you were gonna deal with these boys.
you didn't bring a purse with you, your cigs, cash, id in your tits and phone kept in your hand. you set the electronic on the small table seperating you from the boys.
you all but ripped open your cigarette pack, putting it between your lip before realizing you didn't have a lighter. you couldn't help the little whine that passed through your lips, it was very frustrating everytime you forgot a lighter.
you sighed, “lighter, please?” stan held out the lighter and lit it, letting you lean in and light the cigarette. there was a moment when it was just the two of you. you looked at him through your lashes, lighting the cigarette, his eyes falling down to your uncovered cleavage.
“thanks, stan,” you sighed lightly with what you hope presenting as carefree. in reality you were about to turn into a puddle. you took a puff from the cigarette and instantly felt a little bit of relief.
you downed the rest of your drink and let the bubbly, happy feeling flow through you. the only thing about that is you get so giggly, and talkative when you're drunk. it didn't take very long for it to hit.
“so, i, uhm, bebe is my roommate and she told me to tell y'all hi,” your smiled brightly at the boys. any sense of paranoia and suspicion fled from your mind. taking a few more puffs from your cig, you ashed on the ground of the balcony which was half covered in ashes and trash.
“haven't heard from bebe in forever, she still with clyde?” kenny’s voice rang and it sounded heavenly whether the weed, the alcohol you've had, or just him, you're not sure. but you wanted to let yourself fall into his arms. you just hummed out, “yeah, he comes over sometimes. you all went to school together? how many people do you know round here?” you giggled out the question, the alcohol hitting you a little faster than you anticipated.
your body naturally started swaying, still hearing the music that flowed up from the first floor. kyle pulled you towards him, like a steady beam he let you lean against him. the warmth of his body flooded through his clothes to you. unconsciously cuddling into the heat. kyle silently chuckled, watching how quickly you warm up to people. he effortlessly held you against him.
“aye kenny where's that joint at?” kyle asked, as he looked over to the blonde kid rapidly licking the raw papers. you hadn't realized how much you really liked being amongst these boys. it usually took you so long let yourself be loose with new people, but with the advantage of being stoned and lightly buzzed helped with that.
“almost done, dude, just be patient.” he finished rolling up the joint, then handed it to you.
“ladies first,” he joked, dramatically leaning down like he was offering you a sword. you happily accepted the joint and giggled.
stan lit the joint for you, happy to help. your boys, three pretty boys waiting on you hand and foot.
once again, you were crowded by the boys. this time was different, you felt so warm, fuzzy and it made you feel nice, all this attention just for you. even if it was all just for a fuck, it's so nice to be admired.
you took a few puff from the joint, before handing it back to kyle, you finished off your cigarette and smushed it with your shoe.
“how ya feeling, baby?" stan offered, taking you in as much as he possibly could. you almost felt like a full course meal with the way these boys were looking at you.
“mm, good, fuzzy.” you offered a side smile and kept mindlessly swaying against kyle. kyle choked down a cough, as you accidentally ground your ass into his clothed cock.
“watch yourself.” his voice was tight, and the buzz fueling you, kept you from completely understanding what happened. he handed the joint to stan, who watched you mercilessly tease his friend completely unaware.
kenny cracked a smile, and he took your hand. spinning you around and clumsily dancing which had you giggling and happily going with him. kyle and stan watched intently as your body basically molded with kenny’s. you were made for these boys.
you couldn't remember the last time you felt this fun and free. these boys brought out something in you.
𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.
time passes and you've spent the last hour, talking, goofing around with the boys, drinking and smoking. the four of you, now found yourself in the living room space, sprawled across the couch.
your legs stretched out over kenny’s legs and you leaned against kyle and stan was used as a sort of seat. the boys were comfortable and unbeknownst to you, they shared another look.
kenny gently dragged his hands over your legs, the fishnets moving slightly with his hands, he lightly groped at your leg, massaging the skin a little.
stan brough his attention to your hips, a hand slight grasping at the handlelike part of your hip, making you squeak from the sudden touch. your eyes casting from the film on the tv and back to the boys around you.
“don’t mind them, sweetheart,” kyle's voice was suave as it fell over you. he moved your hair to the side, and kissed lightly at your neck. “we've just been waiting for you, baby, you're so pretty, wanna let us take care of you?” and just like that you were back under their spell, eyes falling to the very pretty boys who couldn't wait to use your body. you could feel the wetness collecting between your thighs.
“uh, huh,” you slowly nodded, the lust fulling taking over thanks to the cloud nine you're on. your skin felt electric, every touch felt like a million.
your attention was now brought to stan, “we need a confident yes, baby, and say red and we stop immediately.” even though you were sure this was a big game to them, they were making sure to take good care of you.
“um, y-yeah, yes.” even with how blasted the four of you all were, you were still starting to feel embarrassed and shy. the boys all hummed in agreement.
“we’ll start slow, yeah? don't wanna make you uncomfortable, pretty girl.” there was kenny, again, calling you pretty girl. you might as well been putty in their hands.
you nodded and began to sit up more, stan’s thighs holding you up. kenny helped you into his lap, letting your thighs fall onto either side of his. his hand cascasded up your body from your wrist to your jaw. he was being so slow and gentle, completely opposite to all the rumors you've heard about him.
he let his thumb fall over your lips, lightly dipping into your mouth. almost on instinct, your lips molded around his thumb, sucking lightly and kitten licking the pad of his finger. kenny rolled his eyes to keep himself from groaning out.
“you’re a secret little minx, aren't ya baby?" he brought his lips to yours, those soft lips clung to yours. his hand helped you closer to him, little whimpers escaping you as he did. his tongue slipped past your lips and you didn't even try to take control, you just followed kenny’s moves. making him groan into your mouth, you separated as you both needed to breathe. your cheeks flushed and you're sure you looked dumb.
the boys just saw a beautifully breatheless woman before them. you followed suit and climbed back into stan’s lap. intent on giving them equal attention.
“kenny make you feel good baby?" you sighed happily to kyle's remark, nodding dumbly. your mind was a million miles away, only thing in your little noggin is the boys before you.
instead of kissing you, or even speaking, stan immediately went for your neck. soft kisses followed up by rough biting and sucking. he was determined to mark you up, let everyone else know you're now spoken for. his possessiveness always tends to show.
your hands naturally grab his shoulders, mewls and moans as he finds the sweet spot under your ear. you were wiggling and squirming from all the pleasure. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the moment kyle's rough hands started kneading your breasts as stan switched the other side of your neck. this is what heaven feels like. you were sure of it. stan stopped and stole a few kisses from you. you giggled from the fuzziness that replaced all your thoughts.
kyle shot kenny and stan a look that you couldn't place and stan helped you into kyle's lap. his hands slid up and down your thighs.
not that you noticed much, so enticed with kyle and his touches. the boys got up and cleared off the pool table, the best place to see you unravel.
“you should lose the fishnets, baby, let me touch you.” kyle’s tone was somehere between a demand and begging. here he was, just asking you something and you felt so inclined to listen to him. you stood before him to take them off and he leaned back into the sofa, legs spread wide as he watched you.
he was dripping with sex and you would do anything to get him to touch you. so something as simple as removing the fishnets made it easy. he watched with lust. you slid off the heeled boot which made you loose a couple inches, you'd really be looking up at them now. you inched off the fishnets bending over as you slid them down your legs. if he wanted a show, he can have one.
he patted his leg as an offering for you to sit and the boys quickly rejoined them. the alcohol was taking full affects now. your confidence is at an all time high, nothing could knock you down. so you sat down on kyle’s lap, and inched your face into the scruff of his neck. humming softly as you press little wet kisses up the expanse of his neck until you reached his jaw.
his eyes slanted towards you, watching you very closely. “you’re playing a very dangerous game, doll.”
you pouted, pulling away and looking at him with big puppy dog eyes. out of the corner of your eye, you notice stan palm himself through his pants.
“i thought this is what you wanted me for? now you're not letting me have any fun?” your arms crossed tightly over your chest, as you sulked.
kenny and stan's eyes flashed from you to kyle and back. kyle leaned up, hands holding your hips to keep you from falling. mere inches from your face he stopped, looking you in your big [y/e/c] eyes.
“you wanna have fun baby? i could think of a couple of things to keep you busy? or are you just too needy to wait? d'ya need someone buried in that little pussy baby?”
his eyes casted down to your mini skirt and you felt shy again. your eyes not meeting his, not even when one hand comes up to grab your jaw again. you looked to kenny and stan who both smirked at you, so no solave in either of them. not that you really wanted to, there was something so fun about this little game that kyle likes to play.
silence. nothing to be heard other than the party that persisted below you and the now low buzz of the television.
“hm? cat got your tongue?” kyle was playfully teasing you, and it had you close to whimpering. it's not that you didn't wanna say yes, because truth be told, you wanted to be played with. but you were now curious to see what he would do if you didn't speak.
“hey stan? you think since she don't wanna use that little mouth, we should put it to work?” a playful smirk found its way onto kyle's lips as he looked to stan.
big eyes landed on stan, seeing what he would say, he was obviously the most submissive amongst the boys. waiting on kyle’s cue. or that's what they wanted you to think.
kyle helped you to the floor and you crawled over to stan, you're not dumb and you're tired of little touches.
stan was quick to make you take back any submissive thoughts you had about him. his bruised hand found itself in your hair, helping you to be closer to his clothed cock.
“you gonna be good or am i gonna have to make you take it?” stan all but grunted out, it was obvious, he was holding all of this in the whole time.
“make me.” you smiled brightly, just to show that sometimes you liked to tossed around like a little doll.
something sparkled in stans eyes as he used his other hand to pull out his cock. a couple pumps before he forced the member into your mouth. creating pigtails out of your hair, he roughly fucked your mouth. he was more girth than length, but still quite impressive. you gagged around him as he used your throat like a pocket pussy.
stan grunted everytime you slightly gagged around him, pulling out to give you a few seconds before thrusting down your throat again.
“you’re doing so good for stan, baby, look at you, such a pretty girl,” kenny cooed at you, praising how well you were taking his friend.
“dirty little slut, she wanted this. bet you can't wait to get filled up. look at you, sweetheart, taking stan like you were meant to,” kyle’s tone was contrastingly opposite to kenny’s, degrading tones as he watched tears start to fall down your hollowed out cheeks.
“doing s'good f’me, you love my cock, baby?” stan grunted out before coming down your throat.
“mm love your cock, stanny.” you whined out, looking st him once again with big eyes.
the hand once gripping your hair now coming to softly caress your face. he brought you up to kiss you, and give little head scratches to help with any of the pain.
the boys were surprised when you lead them over to the pool table now, you loved to let them think you weren't paying attention. but your poor pussy was weeping and she needed some attention immediately.
you sat up on the pool table, it was shorter than most which is probably why the boys thought of this room.
“m tired of playing, please, m needy,” you frowned and squeezed your thighs together as a physical display. big eyes fell upon the boys once more. you weren't one to traditionally beg, this is as close as it gets.
“who do you want first?” kyle looked down at you, he wanted you to be ccomfortable but it was showing his possessiveness of you. even if he didn't want to admit it.
“isn’t it your job to figure that out? im just ‘pposed to sit here and look pretty?” you swung your legs and tried to look idle. you didn't want to pick one over the other. you wanted them all.
the boys spoke in low murmurs and kenny kept comically looking st you wide eyed which made you giggle. he didn't want you to get uncomfortable or feel too formal about it. kyle didn't tell you exactly what was going on, just told you to lay down on the table.
you think you might like it, like that better. it's fun when you get surprised.
you laid down on the pool table and heard a dew more murmurs before they crowded you once more. kenny stood where your head laid, his fingers coming to softly climb through you hair. kyle and stan came to sit on either side of you.
“ready, baby?” kenny’s voice was so soft as he came to press a soft kiss on your forehead.
you were gonna hum and nod but you remembered what stan said earlier and so you complied with, “yes, ruin me," a slight smirk played on your lips.
“gladly.” came kyle’s response.
there was a couple moments of awkard shuffling. stan, then, helped you out of your corset and skirt, putting you on full display for them. if not for the liquid confidence flowing through your veins, you might try to cover up. instead you just take in the hungry men before you.
kyle and kenny nod and stan takes one of your hands gently. even after how rough he was with you, he still takes time to make sure your feel safe.
kenny helped you with your placement of your head so you wouldn't get uncomfortable. he coaxed your mouth open and gave his cock a few strokes before slapping it on your tongue.
as kenny prepared you, kyle’'s hands slid up and down your thighs. trying to coax them open, when that doesn't happen, he roughly opens them. as you gasp from the sudden attention to your thighs, kenny chooses to thrust his cock down your throat.
the boys are using your attention against you, because as your hands come to steady against kenny’s toned torso to try and slow him down. but the forced and fast paced thrusts were making your cunt wetter by the moment.
kyle came down to lick a stripe up your cunt, and lightly play with your clit. the vibration of your whines, made kenny groan, and a hand came around your throat to feel the bulge of his cock.
“fuck, doing so good, baby, mm taking me so well,” kenny praised, punctuated by moans betwen every few words.
kyle removed his mouth from your cunt, grabbing stan to let him taste you on his tongue. stan moaned lowly from the action and the sight alone almost had kenny busting.
as kyle and stan continued to make out, stan's hands found your breasts and kyle bottomed out into your cunt. the fullness and all the touches had your body feeling like it was on fire.
kyle and stan seperated, so kyle could focus on bullying that pretty little pussy. his hands came to hold your hips so he could thrust faster and deeper. his cock was hitting spots you didn't even know existed.
the feelings made your back arch, and your cunt clenched around kyle’s cock so tightly he hissed.
“fuck, look at how well you take me. pretty lil thing was made f’cock.” you moaned against kenny’s cock and that was enough, he groaned deep as he came and you swallowed every drop.
“pretty lil cockslut,” kenny murmured as he came down and enveloped your lips with his. and since your attention wasn't fully on kyle, he took this chance to brutally fuck you.
you were seeing white, your cunt hugged his cock so tight. you could feel every curve and vein of his cock. it didn't take too long for him to cum in your pussy.
you whined highly when his cock exited your cunt without you cumming yet.
“shhh, pretty, stan's gonna take care of you, aren't ya baby?” kyle's voice was melodic.
stan made his way in front of your cunt. kenny came around the side to sit next to you and start sucking on your nipples, the other titty being given attention by his hand. it was like they had this entire thing planned out, just for you.
kyle now found himself next to your head, his hand lightly in your hair. stan started sucking at your clit, two of his fingers in your cunt fucking kyle’s cum back into you.
stan's tongue was torturous against your clit, just on the bridge of cumming. so close. kyle's fingers came to lightly fuck your mouth, your lips wrapped themselves around the digits. when you came it was etheral. your body jolted up, tears falling mercilessly down your cheeks and stan was still going.
kenny helped hold your hips still, and as you cling to kyle, gripping his jacket.
“it's okay, baby, we're just ruining you. shhh, it's okay, that's what you wanted remember? you're alright, just one more time. come one more time. you can do that right baby? come for us, just one more time. gonna be our good girl and come again?” kyle’s voice was a drug and you were hooked, you’d do anything if he just asked you to.
you dumbly nodded, trying to make your body stop convulsing. stan paised for a couple seconds to let you catch your breath and then he went right back in like he couldn't help himself.
“you look so pretty like this for us, angel,” kenny sighed wistfully like he never wanted this moment to end.
and there it was that twist in your stomach, “ffffuck, fuck, stan, stan, baby, m gonna come, please let me cum, please.” your head was moving alot letting the electricity fall through you.
“go ahead, babygirl, come for us,” kyle took his fingers from your mouth and wiped the spit on your chest. before taking your mouth with his.
after it all you curled up, breatheless, covered in hickies and fingertip bruises. there's no way you can leave these place without anyone knowing what happened.
the boy went about missions, kenny staying there to beong you into his arms while the boys get you fresh clothes, a snack, a drink and a wet rag to clean you up. they were completely prepared and you weren't sure you were resdy for it to end.
“did so good for us, princess. mhmhm, good girl. you feeling okay?” kenny moved hair from your face while stan gently cleaned you up, being careful for how sensitive you are.
kyle sat near you offering some water and some cookies. you blinked open to kenny’s fave smiling softly down at you. a tired smile graced your lips.
a coarse, “yeah,” left your lips and you took the drink and cookies and ate them before helping yourself into one of stan’s tshirts and a pair of kyle’s boxers.
“jus don’t wanna leave, and go back to not knowing you all.” your eyes darted around as you stood up and slid into the clothes, staying just out of the boys’ reach. you were afraid of perceived abandonment. you sounded so sad it almost broke the boys’ hearts. of course it all began with fucking you, but they couldn't imagine their lives without you now.
“you sound stupid.” kyle’s anger filled voice found you once more, although this time you didn't have it in you to fight anymore. your eyes fillled with tears, why would he say that?
you just looked at your body and back at him, he rushed to you quick to catch the tears that started dropping. you tried to escape this touch, it didn't work.
“you’re so stupid, to assume we'd ever let you leave. obviously we're not kidnapping you or anything. but we want you to stay, if you wanna stay.” he pressed another kiss into your forehead. you chuckled a little dryly. you pushed him a little, lightly smacking him in the chest.
“why would you say it like that, god almost killed me for a minute,” your dramatically grabbed your chest.
“sorry, kid, you're stuck with us,” kenny came to lean his arm on your head and you couldn't help but giggle. stan winked at you and you sighed, you pulled the three in for a hug.
“now since we're all spent, where we sleeping. I'm sleepy!”
