dibs
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
“Almost 2 months. It’s actually going pretty well!” He responded, mood lightening.
“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.