you have time, I have a request! (mainly for Kyle but) could you make the main four reacting to f!reader moaning while getting a back/shoulder massage? If you do, I’ll literally give you my soul
Plz and thank you
Ooh, okay! This was an interesting one! I got a little smutty with this but didn't go too wild because I wasn't sure if that's what you were looking for.... But I can do a very smutty part two if you want! 💖
💚 Kyle starts out clinically, like he's reading WebMD in his head. He genuinely wants to help.
Starts out focused, responsible, very therapeutic pressure only.
You moan once. A soft, involuntary sigh. His hands freeze like he just committed a felony.
His hands slow down, and his voice gets low: "Yeah? Right there?" and then he's unclasping your bra.
If you squirm a little under the pressure, his mouth twitches like he's fighting a smile. "Don't move. I'm not done with you yet,"
The second you're moaning and praising him, he's practically shaking with restraint.
He starts like a boy scout and finishes like he's thinking about knocking you up. Because he is.
💙 Stan thought he was doing this platonically. For about ten seconds.
"Your skin's soft. Is that weird? Sorry. You're just really... Wow, okay. I'll shut up,"
Realizes he's touching your bare shoulders and short-circuits.
He keeps his voice low and soothing, like he's narrating a sleep meditation.
Will rest his chin lightly on the top of your head and/or your shoulder without asking.
You lean into him once and he almost starts humming without realizing it.
He whispers "You okay?" in your ear as if he didn't just get hard from rubbing circles between your shoulder blades.
🧡 Kenny is 30% massage therapist, 70% whore. He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Rolls up his sleeves and cracks his knuckles like he's about to fix your life and ruin it in the same 20 minute time span.
He lives for how you react under him. Tiny gasps, shivers, the way your shoulders move. He's watching for it.
And yeah, he's definitely hard as fuck the whole damn time.
It's not a massage, it's foreplay. He's smug, skilled, and weaponizes tension for maximum tease.
💔 Cartman insists he's doing you a favor, but he really just wants an excuse to get his hands on you.
Complains the whole time but still makes you lay down while he sits on your thighs so he can "reach better,"
"You're gonna owe me. Big time. Like buying me cheese fries and sucking me off big,"
But he doesn't suck at it. He's weirdly good with his hands.
He won't admit it, but the second you go soft and trust him, he's melting. He'll be like, "Does that feel good? Like, for real?"
Summary: Stan finds you, out of your element, at a party. To ease your anxiety, he offers to smoke with you. Turns out, smoking makes you horny.
Stan Marsh x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 4.2k
Warnings: aged up!!!!! age not specified, but they have graduated high school!! NSFW, Virgin!Reader, unprotected sex, pull out method, pretty stereotypical, weed smoking, Stan is tipsy, a few uses of Y/N, unmentioned but mutual feelings, Stan is very sweet, probably ooc, dry humping, they are friends, Stan begs a little bit, "just the tip", partially clothed sex (shirt/dress), somewhat premature ejaculation, not proofread
A/N: first time posting on this account... very scared. i hope you enjoy!
It’s a stereotypical house party. A living room full of teenagers, spilling into the kitchen, where red Solo cups full of alcohol are being passed out to anyone who crosses the threshold. Music is blaring so loud it’s a miracle anyone can hear the person next to them. Maybe it’s because everyone is making out, standing so close that any words are spoken directly into their partner’s ear, no room left for whatever song is playing to worm its way in. Those who aren’t making out are playing beer pong, dancing, or just screaming at each other to be heard from a foot away.
And then there’s you.
Unfamiliar with this kind of party, you’re standing around looking like an undercover cop. The dress you’re wearing is the only one of its style you own, a short, revealing dress. You were freezing on the short walk over, goosebumps all over your arms and legs from the Colorado cold. Sure, plenty of other girls are wearing revealing outfits too, but there’s something in the way you carry yourself that makes it obvious you’re new to this. You’re holding your arms close to yourself, standing with your legs pressed together, your feet shifting every few seconds to change the distribution of your weight. And to get some pressure off your toes. Those heels are just awful.
Stan doesn’t need to analyze the way you’re standing to know you feel awkward, though. He knows because he knows you, has known you for basically your entire lives. He knows you don’t like this kind of party because he knows the kinds of parties you do like: slumber parties with your girl friends, going to the mall with them and their boyfriends, going to Kyle’s or Cartman’s and watching awful “boy” movies with Stan’s friend group. You tend to be more of a small get-together kind of girl. Stan likes that about you.
So why are you even here tonight? Surely there isn’t a boy you’re meant to meet up with. Hopefully there isn’t.
A couple skirts by you, grabbing at each other as they head up the stairs to the bedrooms that are supposed to be off limits, but the host is too drunk to notice. Your eyes get wide, like a frightened deer. Stan downs the rest of the alcohol in his plastic cup and heads over to rescue you from the oncoming headlights.
“Fancy seeing you here.” He grins, joining you with your back against the stair banister. You visibly relax when you realize it’s him next to you and not some random guy.
“Stan,” You smile back. You stop hugging yourself to tug down your dress, only to pull it back up when you realize it shows off more of your chest that way. You’re stuck between showing off the area where your thighs meet your butt or showing off more cleavage. You can’t decide which is worse. “Hi. I hate it here.”
“I can tell,” He clearly did not put as much effort into his appearance as you did, wearing a t-shirt, flannel, and a pair of baggy jeans. He takes the flannel off and hands it to you, trying to appear casual about it. Of course, he wants you to feel comfortable, but the true reasoning behind the chivalrous act is that he just doesn’t want you to catch him staring at your boobs. “I could’ve told you you’d hate it. Why’d you even come?”
You gratefully accept his flannel and quickly put it on, feeling comfort in being swallowed by it, having your figure hidden by the fabric. And the lingering scent of his cologne. “I don’t know. I guess I was hoping to get drunk or something, but now that I’m here, I would rather die than be drunk around these people.”
“Drinking is overrated,” Says the guy who’s definitely tipsy, literally still holding a cup with droplets of vodka inside. “What you need is some weed.”
You snort. “Yeah, right. I’d get so anxious.”
“Nah, dude. Y’know what indica is?” Obviously, by the look on your face, you do not. “Okay. There’s three main types of weed, yeah? Sativa, indica, and hybrid. You feel sativa more in your head. But you feel indica in your body. It relaxes all your muscles and calms you down. It’d probably make you sleepy.”
“That doesn’t sound too bad, I guess… I didn’t know there were different kinds.”
“Yeah. You should let me get you high sometime.”
“Okay.”
That surprises him. He expected you to need more convincing.
“Yeah? Okay?” He smiles, leaning down towards you. “Did I hear you wrong?”
You laugh, hit his arm, and move your mouth closer to his ear. “I said ‘okay.’”
He turns his head towards you, and you’re so close that your noses bump. “Okay. Bet. Let’s go upstairs.”
“Right now?” You look around anxiously, like you’re expecting every head in the building to be looking at the two of you, judging you for your inexperience and your sins. Instead, not a single person is so much as glancing your way.
You follow Stan upstairs, into what seems to be the guest bedroom, judging by the bland decorations. The sheets are a little ruffled and you worry this might have been the scene of another couple’s sexcapade. Stan assures you it’s probably fine, and you both sit down.
You’re surprised that he just keeps a joint on him, but maybe this is normal for stoners. You wouldn’t know, after all. After taking a moment to show off his cool lighter, he lights the end of the joint and takes a long, obviously well-practiced hit. And a couple of smaller ones after that.
There’s a weird feeling in your gut. Excitement, nerves, a little fear. More than anything, you want to impress Stan. You know you have a bit of a reputation for being a goody two-shoes. If you can prove that you can handle a little weed, maybe he’ll think you’re really cool and fall in love with you or something. That’s the hope, anyway.
When he passes the joint over to you, he starts explaining how to take a hit of it. But you ignore his directions, instead copying what you watched him do, inhaling far too much for your first time. His eyes get wide, and he takes the joint away from you like you’re a bad little kid.
“Dude! What the hell-” He wants to lecture you for it, but you start coughing. Sympathy overtakes him. With a sigh, he begins rubbing your back. “That was way too much for you. That’s gonna hit you like a train. You want me to get you some water?”
You’re tearing up. “Will you? I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry,” Stan brushes your hair out of your face with one hand while the other stubs out the joint. “Stay right here, okay? I’m gonna get you a drink.”
Embarrassment washes over you as soon as he’s gone. You stare down at the carpet, trying your best to ignore the torn part of a condom wrapper inches away from your feet, and swear at yourself in your head. It feels like Stan is gone forever, but maybe it’s because the weed starts to hit you. Time feels like it elapses at a fraction of its normal speed, like the whole world has stretched out in front of you like Rainbow Road.
Stan returns with a red Solo cup full of water. He can tell right away from your hazy eyes that your terrible idea has begun taking effect.
“Jesus Christ, dude…” He gently lifts your chin and holds the cup to your mouth, very slowly tipping it to give you water. “That was so stupid.”
You frown once he pulls the cup away, still staring down at the ground. “I didn’t mean to.”
He crouches down and starts to carefully undo the buckle of your shoe. You’re a little embarrassed to let him touch your feet, but you allow it, watching him take one shoe off and then the other. He toes his own, much more beat-up, shoes off as well.
“You should lay down.”
You would normally reject this idea. You aren’t necessarily a germophobe, but you don’t love the idea of lying down on some random person’s bed, especially when it’s likely someone had sex on it not long ago. But you feel very heavy and, honestly, lying down feels like a really good idea right now, circumstances be damned.
Stan lies next to you, which makes you feel better about the situation. At least you aren’t the only one being unhygienic. You have someone to commiserate with.
“You feeling okay?” He whispers. You’re glad he doesn’t say it any louder, because you swear you can feel the sound of his voice bouncing off your eardrums. Everything feels so much more intense.
“Mhm,” You look at him, feeling like you’re one with the bed. He’s propped up on his elbow, looking down at you, and you’re curled up on your side, your hands tucked into your neck like a t-rex. “Just… droopy.”
“I bet.” He peels your hands away from your neck and straightens your wrists out. No cramps allowed here.
But the feeling of his hands is intensified, too. Your eyebrows furrow in genuine surprise as you feel tingling shoot up your tendons, creating fireworks and goosebumps across your body.
Stan, ever the observer, notices this reaction. He does not, however, realize it’s because of him. He tucks your hair behind your ear, moving it away from your sweaty hairline. “You okay?”
You take a shaky breath. “Yeah… I like how it feels…”
“Oh, good,” He smiles warmly, soothingly thumbing your jaw, still unaware of the connection between his touch and your responses. It finally dawns on him when your lips part ever so slightly, the tiniest, quietest little mewl escaping from within. “Oh.”
Warmth floods your face, and you quickly turn away, rolling onto your back and looking up at the ceiling to escape his judgment. But there is no judgment. And Stan is blushing, too. He also flops onto his back, and for a moment, the two of you are silent, both staring up at the popcorn ceiling.
“I guess it does make everything feel funny, huh?” Stan mumbles. You remember he’s high, too. You’re not the only one feeling tingly; you’re just the only one who isn’t used to it. He’s able to hide it.
“Y-Yeah.”
“But you like how it feels?” He turns his head towards you.
Bravely, you meet his eyes. “Yeah.”
“Good,” He looks at his hand for a moment before setting it on your arm. That’s not the intended destination, though. Slowly, he moves it down, dragging his fingertips down until he’s reached the end of your arm, and then he puts his hand on your waist. “Good…”
You’re breathing a lot harder than you thought you were. All of a sudden, you’re very aware of every movement you make, every rise and fall of your chest. You’re also very warm. “I need to- I need to take this jacket off…”
It takes you a moment to actually sit up, and then it takes another to clumsily pull your arms out of his flannel and take it off. You ball it up and toss it to the foot of the bed.
Stan is once again aware of your boobs. He doesn’t have the wherewithal to avert his gaze this time, unashamedly ogling your cleavage.
“Jesus, Y/N,” He exhales as you lie back down, on your side again, which only forces your boobs closer together. “You have to wear stuff like this more often.”
“Stan,” You huff, putting your hand over your chest. “You’re a freak.”
He laughs. “Sorry.”
You stare at his nose, unable to look him in the eye again. Not that it matters, anyway, since he’s staring at your tits.
Your bodies aren’t the only things feeling heavy, as the atmosphere of the entire room has changed. The tension has increased tenfold. Stan is red in the face and breathing just as hard as you are, if not even harder. This surprises you, because surely he’s able to control himself better than you are, since he’s an experienced smoker. Yet, somehow, he seems more affected.
“You look so good.” He practically groans, squeezing your waist.
“Stan.” You whisper disapprovingly.
“Don’t say my name like that,” He slowly moves his hand upwards. He lifts it, letting it hover over your boob, not wanting to cross any more lines than he already has. “You’re beautiful.”
You want to lecture him, but you can feel the heat radiating from his palm, just inches away from you. After a moment, you let your own hand fall away, revealing yourself to him again, a silent permission.
And, oh, Stan takes full advantage of it. He gropes at one of your tits, groaning aloud as he squeezes and appreciates it in all of its glory. It doesn’t take long for him to bring his other hand up to touch the other one.
“Oh, my God,” He grunts, inching his whole body closer to you. He temporarily releases you so he can set his hand on the back of your head, gently pulling you closer as well. “Fuck, dude.”
“Stan,” You whimper, trembling, twitching as he presses his forehead against yours. As soon as he’s sure you won’t pull away, he returns his hand to your chest. “Everything feels funny.”
“I know,” He almost purrs, pressing his face closer, rubbing his nose against yours. Seemingly unable to make up his mind, he returns his hand to your head, threading his fingers through your hair. His grip on you is firm, but gentle. “Fuck, I know. I’m gonna kiss you.”
You open your mouth to protest, even though you want nothing more than for him to kiss you, but he doesn’t give you a chance. Always true to his word, he presses his lips against yours, softly at first. You make a little noise, and something changes, the imaginary elastic between the two of you suddenly snapping. He pulls your head closer and kisses you more passionately, tilting his head to the side and moving his mouth against yours.
It’s pretty obvious to him that you’re inexperienced. He can sense the hesitation, feel the clumsiness, taste the innocence. It only makes him more excited.
You bring a shaky hand up to touch his shoulder, digging your nails into his t-shirt. He releases your hair so his hand can wander down to your ass, grabbing a handful, pulling you in closer. His hips are suddenly flush with yours, and one of your legs is lifted to rest over his. He’s on top of you in seconds, held up on one elbow, holding you firmly in place below him as he slowly grinds his hips against yours.
“Fuck, sorry,” Stan whispers, disconnecting your lips so he can nose at your neck. “Can’t help myself.”
“S’okay,” You slur, wrapping your arm around his neck. “You’re hard already…”
He kisses your neck through his laughter. “Mhm… That’s what you do to me.”
The implication of that sentence is too much for you to comprehend right now. This is the first time anything even remotely like this has happened between the two of you, but the way he says it makes it seem like this is something he deals with a lot. Have you really had this effect on him for so long without noticing? Has he been wanting you as badly as you’ve been wanting him this whole time?
You feel like he deserves to know he does the same to you. And your brain is too fuzzy to prevent you from spilling it. “I’m wet, too… W-Well, you’re not wet, so I guess it’s not too, but I-”
“Shh.” He kisses you again, only for a moment, and then he returns to the crook of your neck, biting down where it meets your shoulder. Your gasp is the best thing he’s ever heard. “Oh, I know…”
The cockiness of his tone makes you squirm beneath him, clumsily rocking your hips against his. He huffs into your skin. For a while, neither of you speaks, only breathes and whimpers as you rub against each other. At some point, Stan kisses you again, easing his tongue past your lips.
It’s not enough. Nothing could be enough when you’re both on cloud nine, fuzzy and trembling and desperate. Groping at each other like a pair of virgins. Only one of you is one, though, although Stan can’t seem to recall any other girl he’s ever been with. They all blend into one, one “other” that means nothing to him, less than nothing now that he has you. He can’t remember how to proceed. Stopping what’s already happening seems like a crime, even if it’s for the purpose of escalating into something even better.
But the throbbing in Stan’s jeans is only getting worse with every moment. And he worries that once your high wears off, you may not want to continue. He has to do something, or his chance to stake his claim on you could pass, and he’s not sure when he’ll get another.
“I wanna fuck you so bad,” He confesses, trying to ignore the way his dick twitches from his own words. Just the very idea of feeling you around him is almost too much. “Please, God, Y/N, let me fuck you…”
It’s a very daunting proposition. Girls in high school would talk about their experiences with Stan, and they all had good things to say, but he wasn’t exactly known for being the most gentle. Losing your virginity to Stan sounds great, but you’re a little worried he might… Well, break you.
“I… um…” You sputter for a moment, speechless, caught in an internal battle. Stan could cry.
“Fuck, please,” He’s never had to beg for sex before. He’s not that kind of guy. If a girl doesn’t want him, he moves on. He’s always been too proud to beg, and he never wants anyone to feel pressured anyway. Of course, if you really didn’t want to, he wouldn’t force you. But if it’s just nerves you’re feeling, he will do anything to make them go away. The idea of leaving this room without experiencing the inside of you makes him feel crazy. “Just- Just a little? I’ll just put the tip in, I swear…”
You’re pretty sure there’s supposed to be a bit more lead-up to penetration than this - Fingering, at least. But you’re also pretty sure that the making out and dry humping have gotten you more than wet enough to accommodate any stretch. And the idea of waiting any longer has you feeling a little crazy, too.
As soon as you give the slightest hint of a nod, Stan is sitting up. He takes his belt off so fast, you can hear the wind whistle. He leaves his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, instead turning his attention to you. He pushes your dress up to your waist, smiles to himself at your safety shorts beneath, and then tugs them down your legs. Instead of a thong or something equally as suggestive as your dress, he finds a very plain pair of white cotton underwear. There’s a little bow on the front of them. It makes him even harder than a lacy thong would’ve.
“God, you’re so cute…” He murmurs, eyes fixed on the wet spot covering the fabric, momentarily distracted enough that he has to press his thumb against it. The little moan that escapes you snaps him back into the moment, and he quickly removes your underwear.
He’s distracted for another long moment, admiring your pussy, and then the aching in his boxers wakes him up again. He stands up so he can take his jeans and boxers off, keeping his eyes on you, watching you squirm in nervousness and anticipation. He doesn’t get back on the bed when he’s done, instead standing at the side of it, grabbing your legs and pulling you to the edge.
Immediately, he starts sliding himself between your folds, coating his dick in your wetness. You both whine at the feeling, shivers shooting up your spines.
“Stan…”
“Okay- I know,” He leans down so he can look at your face. “Just the tip, right?”
You take your bottom lip between your teeth and nod. Stan looks down at your lap to line himself up with your entrance. He can already feel the heat radiating from inside you.
“Jesus Christ,” He sets his hand on the side of your head, stroking your cheek with his thumb, watching your every micro-reaction as he slowly eases inside you, just a couple of inches. “Shit…”
“Oh, God,” You gasp, squeezing your eyes shut. “Stan…”
He gives you a moment - Only a moment - And then he pulls out to the very last centimeter before pushing back in. You pretend not to notice that he goes the slightest bit deeper.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” He groans, grabbing a handful of your hair. He doesn’t pull or anything; he just needs something to hold on to. “Can I fuck you? Please?”
“S’gonna hurt…” You whimper, grabbing his hair, too.
“No, no, it won’t. I promise,” He kisses the corner of your mouth. “I’ll go slow.”
Again, the only affirmation he needs is a slight nod. Slowly, very slowly, he creates a rhythm, pulling out and pushing in over and over and over. When he’s finally all the way inside you, your hips flush against his, you both are panting.
“So big…”
“Yeah?” He sloppily kisses along your jaw, even more out of it than you are. You’re amazed he’s even able to stand. “Jesus, dude… You’re killing me.”
Once he’s sure you’re used to the size of him, he begins properly fucking you. Rougher than before, though maybe not quite as rough as he’d like. Even as out of his mind as he is, he doesn’t want to hurt you. It’s your first time.
He’ll pull out slowly just to thrust back in all at once, taking your breath away every time. He starts to tug your hair, pulling your head back so he can nip at your neck, mouthing at every inch of your skin. When this isn’t enough for him anymore, he lifts your legs up onto his shoulders and folds your knees to your chest. This really lets him have at it, pounding into you more recklessly, gripping your thigh to keep you in place.
You’re mesmerized by the sight of him, with his cheek pressed against your knee and his sweaty hair hanging over his forehead. You’re a little disappointed he still has his shirt on, but it’s a little hard to focus on that when he’s fucking you into some random person’s mattress.
You feel yourself teetering on the edge. It already feels much more intense than any orgasm you’ve given yourself in the past - You’re unsure if it’s because of the weed or the fact it’s Stan giving it to you. Maybe a combination of the two. Probably that.
Right as you feel yourself starting to reach that peak, Stan pulls out of you. You don’t even have time to pout before you feel him twitch and watch cum spurt onto your stomach. You look from the white puddles to his face. He looks guilty, maybe even like he’s about to cry.
“I’m so sorry,” He says it gravely, like he’s just killed one of your loved ones. “I- This has never happened to me before…”
“I-It’s okay.” You lift your shaky legs off of his shoulders.
“Wait, hey- What are you doing?” He sets his hands on your inner thighs, prying them apart again. “I still wanna make you come.”
You almost tell him he doesn’t have to, but his thumb is on your clit before you can even open your mouth. It’s like your body immediately returns to the state it was in right before he pulled out, bringing you right back to the edge. It’s not quite as intense as it was when he was inside you, but it’s still a lot more than what you’re used to. He expertly circles your clit, his thumb covered in your wetness.
“You’re so beautiful,” He kisses you, gently and, dare you say, lovingly. There’s real admiration in his voice. “So fucking beautiful. I’m so lucky you let me do this.”
“Oh- Stan-”
“I know, baby,” He purrs, peppering kisses across your face like freckles. “You’re gonna come for me. God, I wish I could feel it around my cock…”
You blush like a Victorian woman, scandalized by his crudeness. Not scandalized enough not to do as he said, immediately feeling a wave of pleasure wash over you, making you cry out his name and grab helplessly at him. You clutch at his shirt, his arm, his hair - Wherever you can reach. All the while, he coos at you, shushes your cries, kisses your face.
“Stan!” You yelp, shoving his hand away when the stimulation becomes too much.
“Sorry,” He smiles boyishly, staring down at you with a gleam in his eye that quickly disappears. “I hope that made up for… I can’t believe I came that fast.”
“It’s really okay,” You murmur, and now your eyes sparkle, glowing from the inside out when he leans down and kisses your forehead. “We can try again.”
Again. He likes the sound of that.
Maybe it wasn’t just the weed that made you want him.
Hi!! I’m pretty embarrassed to be requesting this so if you don’t feel comfortable doing it, I understand completely. I wanted to make a prompt about Stan and f/afab!reader getting caught by Sharon? Like, Stan has reader bent over his desk or something and his mom comes in to drop off some laundry? Idk, it’s just something I thought!
Stan Marsh - Interupted . afabF!reader . 1.2k words .
warnings: rough sex (?), mean stan, 'whore' and 'slut' used, unprotected sex, getting walked in on, light degradation (?), choking.
a/n: Hi! Don't be embarrassed!! This is sorta silly and cute, don't worry at all. I'm getting back into the swing of writing. I apologize if this is short/not exactly what you want. Sorry aswell if it's a little rougher than you wanted lol. [also little disclaimer i wrote half of this super stoned hah...]
"C'mon baby, we only have twenty minutes before my mom gets back, I've been waiting all fucking day, please."
It was true, you had been teasing him all day. Sending slutty pictures of yourself in the school bathroom, twirling your hair in just the right way to get him going, even sitting on his lap during lunch and wiggling just a little too much. The way he looked at you now, the hunger in his eyes, you lived for it. He practically dragged you to his room, not bothering to take off his shoes or backpack.
He only had one thing on his mind.
Once inside his room he slammed the door shut. He swiftly pinned you against it, pushing himself roughly against you. His lips were like fire. He always knew where to put his hands, how to move his tounge, what exactly to do to make you go crazy. He cupped your chin and pulled you further into his room, his kisses growing sloppy as he tugged off his coat and belt, throwing them to the floor along with his backpack. He backed you up against his desk, practically pushing you ontop of it, his lips never left your body. He pulled your hair back, softly kissing your jawline before growing more intense and rough with your neck, leaving marks scattered all across your soft skin.
You pushed him off with a small giggle, pulling your top over your head. He bit his lip and helped tug off your bottoms, practically drooling over you. The buldge in his pants was obvious, painfully obvious. You pulled him back in for a kiss and trailed your hand down to his jeans, playing with the zipper and brushing your fingers against him. He let out something between whine and a groan, "fuck, you're such a slut," he breathed into your neck, pairing it with a rough squeeze of your ass. He grabbed your wrists and bent you over the desk, pinning you down heavy and harsh. He started grinding his crotch against yours, making the wetness of your cunt obvious.
"Fucking like that baby? Yeah? God, you're such a fucking slut, all fucking dumb and drooling for me," he growled, sticking his thumb in your mouth with his free hand. He gripped your jaw tight, thumb in your mouth, pointer on your jaw, the rest of his fingers trailing down your neck. He forced you to look at him, "I wanna hear you fucking say it. Say you're a dumb, fucking, slut," the way he said the last three words, punctuated, slow. A harsh, teasing, command.
"I-I'm a dumb f-fucking slut," you murmered, looking up at him with hazy, dumb, eyes, and drool all over your chin.
"Say it louder."
"I'm a d-dumb fucking slut!" you groaned, coming out slurred due to his finger obstructing your tongue. "That's a good fucking whore," he muttered, taking his hand out of your mouth suddenly, moving it to your neck, squeezing just enough.. He unpinned your arms and as your hands made their way to your breasts, his hand moved to your panties. He pulled them down so they were just hanging down on one leg. He slapped your cunt a couple times, moving two digits to your pussy and his thumb on your clit. He pumped his fingers a couple times before he pulled out his cock, his pants and boxers halfway down his legs. He leaned down into you, pressing his head into your neck, nipping it roughly. He pushed his cock into you before steadying his hands, one at your waist for support and the other squeezing a breast.
He set out a fast pace, which you expected. He only degraded you like this (or worse) when he needed to fuck you. You gripped onto his neck and let out staccotic moans to match his pace. You guys were being fucking loud. You could probably hear it in the house down, your loud long moans, his groans, curses screamed from you and curses aimed at you from him. And that's when you heard it, the car, then the jingle of some keys. Stans mom was home. Stan clapped his hand over your mouth and burried his head into your chest, his breath was hot and heavy againt your breasts. Occasionally he'd press a kiss into one of them.
"Stanley? Stanley?" You froze, Stan didn't. "Yeah, mom?" He yelled back, lifting his head up to do so. "I'm home! Gonna do the laundry!" She yelled, you could hear her toss her keys down. Stan slowed down, fucking slower, deeper, harder. "Okay! My girlfriends over!" He half yelled, half groaned back. She yelled back a slew of greetings but you didn't hear her; you couldn't over Stans breath. He kept his hand firmly over your mouth, the other hand stationing firmly on your clit. You could just about scream, but you didn't, not with Stans hand over your mouth. You were drooling all over his hand. He felt so good, maybe the best hes ever been.
He kept up a harsh and heavy rhythm, it was so fucking deep, and he felt so fucking big. He was twitching inside of you, you didn't care, you had plan b. You gripped his neck tighter, pulling him even more impossibly close. He grunted into your neck, breathing out; "When I cum, keep your fucking mouth shut". You wanted to bite him, fuck. He kept his hand clasped over your mouth, his other hand rubbing hard circles into your clit. He pushed deeper into you, his movements becoming more intense and erratic. "You're such a fucking slut, drooling everywhere while I have you pinned to the desk, my desk. With my mom fuckin' downstairs. Perverted little whore".
There was a knock at the door, but it was barely heard over the sound of skin slapping and you twos breathing. He fucked deeper into you, groaning louder, too loud. He was so close, and you were too, it was getting harder for him to stifle your moans. And thats when he pushed into for the last time that his mom walked in, mid cream-pie. You didn't know if you locked the door and she unlocked it or if you left unlocked to begin with. Either way, it didn't matter, she saw. "Stanley Marsh!" she scolded, his cum leaking out of you and onto the desk. "Are you not wearing a condom?! We talked about this young man, you can half sex under my roof as long as you use the condoms your father gave you!" she continued, slapping his head with a spare rag from the laundry. "Mommmm," he groaned, "it's fine she's on birth control and has plan-b". She looked at him with disapproval but quickly turned away, leaving the laundry on his bed. Before she exited the room she ended it with, "and nice to see you darling, stay for dinner!" directed at you.
Stan pulled out of you and wiped you up with a washcloth, helping you off the desk and handing your bottoms to you. "Now, go piss girl," he said, with a playful squeeze of your ass.
IM BACKKK im sorry this took so long! im gonna try to get better at posting!
Stan x Reader x Kyle, established relationship, aged up to college, drinking, p in v, oral, Eiffel Tower, lowk perv!stan, y/n used like twice, lmk what i missed
“I know you want her.”
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It’s no secret that Stan Marsh has had a boner for you since middle school. A good number of boys from your high school have as well: Clyde Donovan, Tolkien Black, and your current boyfriend, Kyle Broflovski.
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Stan had called ‘dibs’ on you during lunch in 7th grade.
“Come on, dude, think about it! Sally Turner is gonna be so hot.” Cartman said, calling attention to the lunch table across the room from them.
“No, fatass. We’re talking about now. For all you know, Lisa Berger could become the hottest person alive,” Kyle interjected.
“Well if she does, you can have her, you fucking jew.”
“What about Bebe, huh? She’s got massive tits!” Kenny muffled, gesturing to his own chest.
“No, you’re totally right!” Clyde said enthusiastically, patting Kenny on the back. “Dude, I totally call dibs on her.”
The two of them bickered back and forth about who really ‘gets’ Bebe. Meanwhile, the other guys scanned their eyes to the girls' table, deciding which girl they’d objectify next.
“What about y/n?” Stan offered to the table. Everyone’s attention turned to you. You were laughing with your friends, a big, cheesy smile adorned your face that showed your bright pink braces to the whole school.
All the guys looked at each other, and before anyone could say anything, Stan shouted, “Dibs!”
Everyone groaned in response before Cartman interrupted, “Of course you called her! You probably jerk off to her every night!”
“Fuck you, fatso!! She’d be more into me than you!” Stan rebutted, with a face as red as his pizza.
And ever since then, every guy in their group knew you were Stan’s.
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You never realized that Stan liked you. He was always too nervous to talk to you, and by junior year, he started to date Wendy. About a year later, Kyle started to act a little weird. He giggled at his phone, not even eating the food his mom packed for him.
“What gay shit are you laughing at now?” Cartman inquired from across the table.
“Nothing, asshole.” He said, putting his phone in his pocket.
“Are you texting y/n again?” Craig asked from beside him, elbowing him. Kyle blushed, looking down at his food.
“Dude, what?!” Stan said, raising his voice. “How could you?!”
“Are you actually serious right now? You said that 5 years ago, but you never did anything about it. In fact,” Kyle started to get heated. “You did the exact opposite and got a girlfriend!”
Stan realized Kyle was right and rolled his eyes. “How long have you guys been together?” Faking support for his best friend
“Man, you’re so lucky you get to crack her,” Kenny said, receiving nods and hums from the other guys. Stan never said anything about it ever again.
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You all ended up graduating and leaving South Park for school. Stan and Wendy broke up “to experience college,” but everyone knew it was because Wendy and Tolkien had a thing for each other.
You and Kyle ended up going to school together at UC Boulder. You guys fell further for each other every single day. Nobody had a single doubt that you two would get married. Y’all were the perfect couple.
As much as you loved this new chapter, breaks were the best! All of your friends from your little mountain town, together again.
To start the break right, you guys were at Kyle’s house for a party. Loud music, beer pong, an unlocked liquor cabinet and no parents-- every college kid’s dream.
You were lying on the couch with your back on Kyle and your legs on Heidi, reminiscing about high school even though you guys graduated only 2 years prior. Tolkien and Red sat across from you guys, and Clyde and Stan were on the floor.
Mid-conversation, you hear “Y/N! COME JOIN!” From Nichole and Kenny at the Pong table. You happily run off to see your friends, and the conversation continues on like normal.
However, as you were leaving, Stan couldn’t help but admire you from afar. Your hair swaying as you left, your gorgeous legs, the short skirt you wore that made your butt look so, so good. It was so short he could see it just hanging out from underneath. Were you even wearing underwear?
“Fuck.” He thought, feeling blood rush to his crotch, immediately changing positions. He looked around and panicked to see if anyone caught him. Eyes scanning the room, only to lock with his best friend, looking a mix of confusion, pride, and disgust.
He ignored it, joining the conversation again, but he could feel the burning gaze of his best friend still on him.
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Hours passed, and almost everyone left or went to bed on a couch or an air mattress downstairs.
As Stan and Kyle dumped out cans and wiped down tables, a thick, awkward silence filled the room.
“I know you want her,” Kyle said, paying attention to the beer being dumped into the sink. Stan whipped his head around, trying to defend himself, but was quickly cut off.
“I mean, how could you not, right? Trust me, it’s amazing. She’s ridiculously tight, and dude, the head? Fantastic.” Stan couldn’t tell what was happening. Was he rubbing it in or promoting her like a product? Was one of them drunk? Kyle got closer.
“Now, I’m gonna go upstairs and fuck her. I’m only saying this because you’re my best friend. You have three options: 1- you can join. 2- You can watch. 3- You can sit down on a couch and hear me do the one thing you’ve wanted your whole life. She’s okay with any, and so am I.”
Stan looked at the taller boy, dumbfounded. Was he serious? What did he mean by you being okay with this? Did you want him too?
“Um… I-I guess the first”
“Okay.”
They went upstairs to Kyle’s room and found you lying on your stomach, scrolling on social media. You were wearing a simple nightgown.
Kyle came up behind you, kissing your shoulder blade, placing his hands on your hips. You turn around, wrapping your arms around him and allowing him to kiss you deeper. His arms wrap under you, holding you closer as you start kissing his neck and rubbing his boner.
Stan is paralyzed in the middle of the room, watching this poetic, yet pornographic display of love take place. Kyle turns his head to Stan and says, “Let me get her ready for you”.
Your boyfriend lies you down, leaving your head at the foot of his bed. His hand makes its way down to your chest while kissing your neck. Kyle slips his hand under your nightgown, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You throw your head back in pleasure, making eye contact with Stan, who was still in awe of what was going on.
“Hi,” you whisper, sending him a sweet yet sultry smile. After all, he is your lifelong friend. Stan felt his cock twitch at the attention you gave him. He was about to respond but was cut off by a moan leaving your perfect lips.
Kyle moved his head under your nightgown between your legs, licking long stripes between your folds. His tongue would go up to your clit before going back down. As you felt a tightness brew in your lower stomach, you grabbed a fistful of your boyfriend's curls and instinctively rolled your hips against his face.
After a few minutes, your boyfriend realized that Stan was still just admiring you. He reluctantly pulled away from you and leaned against his headboard, gesturing for Stan to take his place. You moved so your back was against Kyle, with your legs spread, waiting for Stan. He knelt next to your sopping pussy and nervously placed a kiss against it.
The breathy moan that fell from your lips gave him the confidence to do more. He took his middle and index fingers and brushed them up and down your slit before sliding them in.
“Oh fuck…” You groaned, throwing your head against Kyle’s shoulder. Stan’s pace quickened, and he started sucking your clit, encouraging louder moans from you. Kyle slapped his hand over your mouth so as not to wake anyone downstairs. But in your defence, Stan was going crazy on you. He’s dreamed of going down on you for years now (even while he had a girlfriend), and he doubted he would have the pleasure of doing this again.
“Kyle, babe, I’m so close,” you muffled, looking up at your boyfriend, who was too invested in your tits.
“Don’t tell me that; you gotta tell him that.”
“Stan..”
“I know, baby, I know.” He said, still not giving up. That pet name sent you over the edge, closing your legs around Stan’s head as you finished. When you finished your orgasm, Stan sat back and wiped his mouth. He inserted his fingers into his mouth and groaned at your taste
Stan was rock hard and his dick was itching to be touched. He noticed Kyle whispering in your ear. You moved over in front of Stan, cupping his face, and began to kiss him deeply. His hands started roaming around your body, a newfound confidence emerging. One hand played with your tit while the other grabbed at your waist. You felt a second pair of hands at your hips, turning you around. You were on all fours, facing your boyfriend's cock while grinding against his best friend’s.
Stan looked at Kyle like a deer in headlights, unsure of what to do next.
“You can fuck her. Just don’t come inside,” Kyle responded as if he read his friend’s mind. “It’s gonna be the best you ever had.”
You wrapped your lips around Kyle, taking his whole length at once. Something you’ve done many times but always a bit of a challenge.
“Fuuuck” your boyfriend hissed as you started blowing him. Stan lined himself up with you and slowly entered, savoring this new feeling.
Stan settled and set a pace that matched how he entered, not trusting himself to last long inside you. As he’s fucking you, he thinks of how long he's waited for this. Every time you wore a low-cut top, bent down to pick something up, twirled your hair in class, or that time Stan saw you and Kyle making out at a frat party during the weekend he visited you at school, it just made him want you more.
Meanwhile, Kyle was fucking your mouth brutally. The almost animalistic way he behaved was so different than his sassy yet reserved self. Every time Kyle moved his hips forward, it pushed you farther back onto Stan, bringing him closer to finishing. Being filled in both holes mixed with the brewing overstimulation from your orgasm, you were flooded with ecstasy.
“Shit, switch with me, Stan. I'm about to finish.” Kyle said, removing himself from you. Stan didn’t think he could pull out if he wanted to with how tight you were squeezing him. However, you did it for him and turned to face him.
“You ready?” You questioned as you grabbed his length, stroking it. You gave him light kitten-licks to the tip that drove him insane. Then you bobbed your head down while swirling your tongue over the head.
Stan’s head threw back, and he let out a moan; his hips routinely met your face as you continued. Kyle was continuing his pace from before, holding you tightly as he reached closer to his orgasm. One of his hands snaked down and played with your clit.
“God, you're doing so good for us, huh?” He praised you from behind. You responded, sending vibrations to Stan’s cock that sent him over the edge. He grabbed a fistful of your hair as he spilled his load into your mouth. That didn’t stop the rhythm you had going, removing your mouth but still jerking him off.
“Baby, I’m gonna cum, okay? Can you handle that?” Kyle groaned as he did the same thing as his best friend had just seconds prior. You let out loud moans, feeling your boyfriend’s cum fill you up.
“Ohmygod fuckfuckfuck” you chanted as you followed suit, your second orgasm erupting around Kyle and letting go of Stan’s sore dick. He pulled out and handed you a towel to help clean you up, planting a kiss on your forehead. You excused yourself and left for the bathroom.
Stan was speechless. He felt like he was going to wake up the next morning and find it all to be a dream.
“So…?” Kyle inquired.
“Dude. You're so fucking lucky. I don’t think I’ve come that hard in my whole life.” Stan responded.
“I know. I'm happy dibs don’t really mean anything.” He joked.
Stan kisses like he literally thinks you are going to disappear if he lets go. His hands grip too loose, then too tight. You're bruised by morning even if you only make out and don't do anything more.
Half the time, you'll end up on his lap. He'll kiss you hard and with too much tongue before he finds a rhythm. He's all whiny and gasping against your lips, then he'll trail kisses along your jaw and suck (absolutely obscene) hickeys into your neck.
"You're so fucking pretty," he'll whine against your neck. "So, so fucking pretty..."
He's also very apologetic after things cool down. Like once he notices everything he did 😭😭
"Shit. Shit, dude, I am so sorry-" he's laughing, though. Kissing the marks as if that'll make the bruising better. He's grinning now, laughing against your warm skin.
His arms circle you tighter. Bring you closer. Every time without fail.
In short, Stan Marsh is pathetic and also very messy and lacks self control.
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.
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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!”
Sweet fluffy first time with Stan like you're both so nervous with it and it's awkward at first then y'all get into it like I need that sm rn dude 😭🙏🏼/nf
✮⋆˙ BE MY ANGEL
↳ pairing: stan marsh x fem!reader
↳ an: hope you enjoy this! i rarely write for Stan outside of the headcannons he's in on my blog!!
↳ cw: nsfw (loss of virginity, fingering, making out, premature ejaculation, oral fem receiving), mentions of arguments, tried to keep it nice and fluffy still!
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↳ word count: 1299
It started with a fight.
Not a big one—just one of those dumb ones where both of you said things you didn’t mean. You’d gone home angry, blinking back tears, and Stan hadn’t texted for almost a full day. But when he showed up at your doorstep, cheeks red from the cold and fists buried in his hoodie pockets, all he’d said was, “I’m sorry.” And somehow, that was enough.
Now, you were here.
In your room. On your bed. His fingers found yours, lacing slowly like he was scared you’d pull away. You didn’t. Instead, you leaned in. Pressed your lips to his, soft and trembling, tasting Chapstick and that hint of mint gum he chewed when he was nervous. It was shy, more breathing than kissing at first. But it deepened. Grew into a slow, aching want. When your fingers tugged at the hem of his shirt, he pulled back slightly, eyes wide.
“You sure?” Stan whispered, voice barely audible.
You nodded. “Yeah. Do you want to?”
Stan swallowed, adam’s apple bobbing. “ I-I do. I’ve thought about it. I just—fuck, I don’t wanna mess it up.”
“You won’t,” you promised, and your voice cracked just a little, just like his.
His lips found yours again, slightly chapped, slightly hesitant. You kissed him back with everything you had. His hands, awkward, moved to your waist, and you helped him pull your shirt off, letting it fall. His eyes trailed over you with reverence, not lust. His hands shook as he reached to touch your waist.
“Holy shit,” he breathed, brushing your hip. “You’re so pretty. Like… stupid pretty.”
Neither of you rushed.
It was slow. Sweet. Hesitant fingers trailing each other's skin, Stan muttered soft “God, you’re beautiful”s against your neck as he left marks along it. The way his hands shook just a little as he unclasped your bra, the way your thumbs brushed under the hem of his shirt to feel the heat of his stomach. He blushed deeper than you’d ever seen, hiding his face in your neck as you helped him out of his clothes. Eventually, it was just skin. Just you and him, warm and nervous in the soft glow of the bedside lamp.
His fingers traced over your thighs, hesitant. “Can I…?”
You nodded, heart pounding. “Please.”
When he reached between your legs, his touch was feather-light at first, and your hips bucked slightly with how sensitive you were.
“Oh—shit, was that okay?” he asked.
You let out a breathy laugh. “Yeah. Just… keep going.”
He did. His fingers were slow but attentive, clumsy in a way that made your heart ache with affection. He muttered “God, you’re wet,” under his breath like he couldn’t believe it, like it made him dizzy.
“Wait—Stan—” you gasped, feeling a bit empty when he finally pulled away.
He reached over and grabbed a condom from his wallet—something you’d both talked about getting ‘just in case’. It felt surreal, watching him tear it open with trembling hands. You kissed his jaw to ground him. “We’re okay,” you whispered. “We’re doing okay.”
He fumbled with the condom, and you kissed his nose while he tried to put it on. “Don’t look,” he whispered. “It’s embarrassing.”
“You’re adorable.”
He finally rolled it on, “This okay?” he asked softly, his whole world in his gaze. He positioned his hard cock at your entrance, his eyes flicking up to meet yours, searching your face for any hesitation. His tip was dripping in the latex, and the way he dragged himself across your slit, in an almost teasing manner, made you shudder.
“Yeah,” you whispered, voice shaking. “I want it to be you.”
The stretch stung at first, but he was slow, so slow, kissing your temple and whispering how beautiful you were and how he loved you so much. You wrapped your legs around him, arms around his back, and held him close as your bodies adjusted. The pain is still there, but it’s dulling now, your body slowly adjusting, and when you shift your hips, testing, the burn fades just slightly.
Stan groans, low in his throat. “Jesus fuck,” he mutters, his voice tight, his hands flexing against you. “You feel so good. So fuckin’ warm.”
it was a little awkward. A little fumbling. His forehead pressed to yours, breath caught in his throat
“Fuck—” His grip tightens, and he pulls back just barely, then pushes in again, slow, careful, but deeper this time. Your breath catches. It still aches, but now there’s warmth under it, heat curling through your stomach. Your fingers claw at his back, your thighs tightening around his hips.
You’re so full, stretched around the thick length of him, your body molding to his like you were made for this, made to take him. The ache that lingered when he first pushed in has faded completely, replaced with a deeper, rolling pleasure that spreads through your limbs, settling hot in your stomach with every slow thrust of his hips.
You both moved together—nervous at first, trying to find a rhythm. But he suddenly gasped and stilled, groaning softly against your neck.
“I-I’m sorry—I think I—” he pulled back slightly, face flushed with shame. “Shit, I didn’t mean to—I came already. I didn’t mean to.”
You blinked, feeling the warmth of his cum through the condom.
“Stan. Hey. It’s okay.”
“I ruined it,” he said, voice cracking.
“You didn’t ruin anything.” You cupped his cheeks. “It was sweet. Really special. I’m just glad it was you.”
He swallowed hard, eyes glassy. “I wanted it to be perfect for you.”
“It was perfect,” you whispered. “Because you cared.”
He looked down, cheeks burning. “But you didn’t finish…”
You shook your head with a small smile. “It’s okay.”
But he was already kissing his way down your body, murmuring something like “Let me fix it” under his breath. You gasped when his mouth found your thighs, then your folds, warm tongue sliding slowly, reverently, as he meant it.
“You don’t have to-” you started, but the way his tongue flicked against your clit made you arch into his mouth.
He looked up, eyes wide. “Too much?”
You shook your head. “No. Just… I didn’t think you’d wanna…”
He blinked. “Are you kidding? I’ve literally dreamed about this.”
He buried himself between your legs like a man on a mission—one hand gripping your thigh, the other keeping you open for him. And damn, he was so into it. He groaned softly each time you moaned, eyes fluttering shut, licking you with such sweet devotion it made your head spin. You threaded your fingers in his hair and let him explore you, slow and unsure, but so eager to please. Every time you moaned, he paused like he was cataloging it, trying to remember exactly what made you react like that.
It didn’t take long.
Your body trembled as you came, crying out his name, and he didn’t stop until you were pulling at his hair and twitching from overstimulation. He kissed your inner thigh gently, climbing back up to hold you.
“I love you,” he whispered, nuzzling your shoulder. “So much.”
You pulled the covers around you both, burying your face in his chest. “I love you, too. And… for what it’s worth? That was everything I hoped it’d be.”
“Even the part where I blew it in like a minute?” he mumbled.
You giggled. “Especially that part.”
Afterward, he cleaned you up with the gentleness of someone who never wanted to hurt you. You curled into his chest, still flushed and glowing, and he held you so close it was like he never wanted to let go.
“You’re the only person I’d wanna do this with,” he said softly.
Sex For Homework | Post-COVID!Stan Marsh x f!Reader
Summary: Stan and Reader visit Randy in the nursing home and Randy begs for grandchildren.
Warnings/Contains: Set a bit before Post-COVID, breeding (please wrap before you tap), breeding kink, creampie, overstimulation
WC: 1,631
Originally Posted: 01/04/23 on AO3!
Title Song: Sex For Homework - Mindless Self Indulgence ** I DO NOT SUPPORT THEM
18+ MDNI!!!
Divider by @sister-lucifer
"C'mon Stan it won't be that bad..."
F/N squeezed her husband's hand, it's been years since Stan Marsh had seen his dad, not since his marriage with F/N. The man groaned in the passenger seat as his wife drove to Shady Acres, "I hate this stupid place and my stupid 'father'."
The two sat in silence as the pulled up to the giant community centre, "Just trust me, Stanley, it'll go well. Your dad likes me, it's okay," F/N smiled at her husband, kissing him on the cheek. Stan sighed and gave her a weak smile.
"I suppose you're right."
Stan and F/N held hands as they made their way to the centre, they were greeted at the reception desk by the receptionist. The two made their way to Randy's room.
One of the workers who showed them to Randy's room smiled, opening the door. "Guess who it is Mr Marsh? It's your son and daughter-in-law!"
However the older man did bother turning around, "Didn't know I had a 'son'." Randy grumbled. Feeling the awkwardness the worker left the room.
"Told you it was a bad idea..." Stan groaned as he crossed his arms.
F/N looked at him sympathetically and held his arm, "It'll be okay, Stan," F/N assured, her soft spoken tone caught Randy's attention as he turned around, he gave a smile as he stared at F/N.
"Oh hey it's you, F/N. Nice to see you," Randy made his way slowly to F/N, giving her a hug.
Stan sneered at the sight, disgusted, muttering a small 'perve' under his breath. His dad looked over at Stan and frowned, "Oh, it's just you."
"Hi dad..." Stan muttered, he looked away, too angry to look his dad in the eye.
F/N smiled embarrassed and looked back at Randy, "It's been ages, Randy. I'm sorry that Stan hasn't been here to visit, he's just... Stan."
"I'm perfectly aware."
Stan rolled his eyes, F/N squeezed Stan's arm as they sat down onto chairs. "So, what brings you both here?" Randy asks, sitting down on the bed across from them.
"F/N wanted me to visit," Stan muttered silently, eyeing down his father.
Randy snorted and frowned, "Typical Stan, having to be dragged into stuff because he's too pussy to go himself."
The tension in the air was apparent, F/N was starting to doubt herself, wondering if it was a mistake to come here with Stan. "Haha that's so funny, Randy. How have you been?"
F/N smiled awkwardly at Randy as she rubbed her palm with her fingers, "Yeah I've been good, F/N. Just old and alone here. When are you two going to have children? I'm not getting any younger."
The couple stared at each other, they've been married for five years now but haven't really thought about having children. F/N laughed awkwardly, everything felt so awkward and tense. "Uhhhm, we haven't really thought about it."
Randy raised an eyebrow and scoffed, "Well start trying then!"
Stan looked over at F/N and smirked, getting an idea. "Good idea dad! Y'know what? We'll leave right now then and start trying!" Stan got up and grabbed F/N's hand, Randy gagged as the two left the room. F/N's face went red as Stan desperately got to the car. "You're dad is so right, F/N. We should try reallyyy hard to give him a grandchild."
The man started the car as he drove home fast, F/N's face was red, not believing the situation that was unfolding. "Stanley!" F/N screamed as Stan was speeding, almost hitting a car. Stan didn't care though, he just wanted to get home.
When the two arrived, Stan was all over F/N, she moaned softly as Stan started to pepper kisses all over her neck. He lifted F/N up and walked to their shared bedroom, still kissing. Stan threw F/N down on the bed softly, the woman was blushing as Stan crawled on top of her, "God you look so fucking pretty under me, I'm gonna fuck so many babies in you. I'd love to see you pregnant."
Stan started to kiss F/N again, pushing his tongue into her mouth, the woman moaned as her hands grabbed the back of Stan's hair. He then moved away from the kiss, Stan smiled down at his wife and smiled, kissing her cheek. The man then started to take off his own clothes, then his wife's.
"You're so pretty- my pretty fucking wife- fuck."
The man stared down at his wife, his pupils were full blown as he looked up and down her body, F/N was blushing and smiling. "L-Like what you see?" F/N asked with some confidence, Stan nodded as he moved his hands all over her soft body.
He then started to trail his left hand from his wife's stomach all the way down to her cunt - it was soaked. Stan bit his lip at the feeling as he teased F/N by softly moving his finger on F/N's slit, the woman whined quietly, annoyed by the teasing.
"Shhh... shut up, I'll get to you don't worry," Stan mumbled as he kissed his wife's thigh, he then looked down at his fingers as he slowly started to enter his index finger inside her slowly. F/N gasped slightly and let out a small moan. Stan then started to finger her slowly with the one finger, his eyes meeting his wife's, she was desperate as she continued to whine softly.
"You want it that bad? You want my fingers to stretch out your cute cunt?"
"Please... oh fuck please Stan, I need you so badly!"
Stan smirked as he then entered his middle finger, F/N gasped and let out a moan as her husband started to finger her faster. The woman cried out as she gripped onto the sheets, she squeezed her eyes shut as her pelvis started to thrust upwards softly. Stan was delighted with himself as he, moved F/N's leg on his shoulder to get a better angle.
He then moved his thumb to her clit and started rub it slowly, F/N's eyes widened as she let out another moan. "Stan p-please- oh please just go faster please please please," F/N cried out, staring up at Stan hazily, he chuckled as his thumb gradually got faster.
"Yeah? Is this what you want? You're such a fucking slut - my slut - and I Goddamn love it."
The man started to finger her harder, shakily adding in his ring finger, F/N cried out at the stretching feeling as the pleasure was too much. "Fuck Stanley! Oh fuck fuck fuck- I'm gonna cum holy shit Stanley!" F/N gasped as she gripped the sheets, she could feel the snapping feeling down below as she came on Stan's fingers.
F/N moaned and panted out, the feeling overbearing. Stan moved his fingers out of F/N and his eyes widened, his fingers were sticky with her cum, clear and thick. The man had an idea, he moved her leg down and moved up to F/N.
"You're such a dirty messy slut, you better clean this up now..." Stan moved his fingers to F/N's mouth, it opened as the man wiped it on her tongue. F/N closed her mouth as she slowly sucked on his fingers.
Stan could feel himself grow harder, so hard that it was starting to hurt.
He muttered a small 'good girl' as he moved his fingers away, F/N cringed slightly at the taste.
"Mmm... you wanna be fucked now? I prepped your pussy so well, I think you deserve it, don't you?" Stan asked, he looked down and F/N was nodding as she held Stan's arm, "What is it, F/N?" Stan asked, rubbing her face.
"I love you so much Stanley, I just wanted to remind you," F/N smiled as she leaned up slowly to kiss Stan, the man blushed as he kissed her back. He then grabbed his cock, slowly pumping it as he slowly entered inside F/N.
They both moaned in each other's mouth as Stan started to thrust slowly inside of F/N, her legs wrapped around Stan's waist as the two continued to kiss.
After a minute of kissing Stan was the first to move away, his eyes were filled with lust as his thrusts got harder and faster. He moved his hand to F/N's tits, groping it hard as he stared down at his wife.
F/N was moaning a lot as she wrapped her arms across Stan's neck, her hands were softly tugging at the back of his hair, which made Stan groan a bit. He then moved his hand that was on F/N's tits to her clit, his thumb rubbing it.
The two were close to releasing, Stan wanted to cum so badly, he just had to. "Nnh- I'm gonna cum okay? I'm gonna cum so fucking hard in you- g-guaranteed to have a baby then," Stan cried out as his head dropped low to F/N's chest, the man felt himself cum as he let out a low growl.
Stan moved out of F/N, he could feel himself get erect again at the sight of his cum dripping out of F/N.
"Such a good girl... fuck I'm so old- I'm not a teen anymore I can't do another round. Fuck sorry."
Stan grabbed F/N's underwear as he put it back on her, "There we go."
The man started to dress himself and his wife, who was basically half asleep, he kissed her cheek and started to spoon her.
