Sometimes we've been mistreated and stepped on, and we begin to lose our sparkle. I believe the right people can see underneath our surface, and bring that sparkle back.
I mainly write for South Park, especially x reader oneshots! You can find all of these on my Wattpad as well as AO3! I do update on both platforms with anything I write, I will try to do the same here as well!
If you would like to submit a request for a oneshot, feel free to send me an ask, or comment on Wattpad or AO3 's designated chapters towards my Rules/Requests!
Cici finds herself standing in front of the one and only Spoomy. Eyes glistening with pure intent, with a subtle... hint of something else. With a gentle grasp of her chin, tilting her head downwards because Cici is 7 inches taller than Spoomy, she's met with the gaze of something much deeper.
"I don't think you know what you're getting yourself into, doll." Spoomy warned. Though the warning shown no malice behind it. More of a tease, hidden by a sly smirk.
Cic's breath hitched in her throat, clearly at a loss of words for the somewhat intimate setting that Spoomy has just created. With a sudden lunge forward, Cici felt a gentle, warm soft pair of lips against her cheek.
i love your fics! do you have any other writers youd recommend?
Hi hi!!!
Thank you so much! Even though I've slowed uploads a bunch I'm so sorry
I do have some other writers on here I really enjoy! I will preface that my memory is...kind of awful lol so keep in mind that these individuals are just a few I can recall off the top of my head! (I'm also just doing x reader authors since that's what I mainly post on here!)
@dreamsofbroflovski - I found them initially through their first Kyley-B fic and I'm still very much in love with how they wrote him <3 Since then I've been obsessed
@xtortor - Wrote THE Kyle x Reader fic that is literally 60 chapters long and wonderful! They take requests and I really love how creative they get with how to write characters!
@rue4four - I always have to set aside time to read their fics! I really enjoy pieces that delve into characters and motivations and I think they truly do that in every one of them.
@z0mbbiegvrl - I'll be honest I'm still making my way down the masterlist but I've been really enjoying their works! Particularly I've been really into hcs recently and I love how in-depth they get!
All that being said there are many more wonderful writers on this site and I very much need to get back into searching the tags 😅
i dont know if your requests are still open or not, i cant find anything anywhere about them! so just ignore this if not! buuuuut!
kyle x someone hes known since childhood kinda thing with the reader? i love fics where they meet each other later in life and stuff but but heart craves for the childhood friends to crushes pipeline!
idc if its spicy or not, i just wanted to know if this was possible, have a nice day.
Kyle x Reader (Childhood Friends)
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Summary: You and Kyle have been friends since you were both children. After an experience Freshman Year, you begin to feel something more for your best friend. You thought you'd gotten rid of that crush, but when you meet again after so many years, that crush comes back, hitting you full force.
Note: All characters in my fiction are aged up unless stated otherwise. Readers are intended to be fem readers unless stated otherwise.
Word Count: 4,880
So far I've done nothing but spicy fics Oh you rascals and your love for the smut. This time, I think I'll go ahead and see what it's like to write something more fluffy and heartwarming! Thank you for the opportunity for something less spicy, and hopefully you all will enjoy it!
As long as you could remember, Kyle Broflovski had always had a special little place in your heart since you were both in Elementary School. Hell, you two had even went to the same Preschool (the only preschool in town, but the same nonetheless). Though preschool memories are far too young to recall- Elementary School was a time you could never forget. The all time high when boys believed that hanging out with a girl that wasn't your girlfriend was 'gay' of them.
Kyle wasn't one of the boys who cared what was said when it came to hanging out with you. Recalling just how much Cartman would rip on him for hanging out with a girl whenever the others were off doing their own thing, or upon having disagreements.
Disagreements- that happened quite often between the group of friends that Kyle regularly hung out with. Ranging from Elementary School all the way through High School, there was always a big disagreement, opposition, or something insignificant that could cause the biggest of rifts. However, the boys would always somehow find a way back to each other despite the odds.
There was a point in time where you found yourself able to join in a game of Dungeons and Dragons, where you fought alongside King Kyle and Stan Marshwalker as a Rogue Elf, defending the Stick of Truth and fighting against the humans of Kupa Keep. It wasn't often that you'd join in on the group hang out sessions, those guys were jerks when they were all together.
It was way easier to hang out with Kyle just the two of you towards the ending of Middle School, and beginning of High School. The friend group didn't necessarily split, but had a lot of other activities or social gatherings outside of the well-known quad. If you recalled correctly, there was the times where Stan would be too busy with sports practice to hang out after school, Kenny had a girlfriend who he'd spend hours and hours with whenever school was out, and Cartman who started a school club (which honestly sounded more like a cult now that you think about it...).
It felt like it was yesterday, the two of you hanging out at his house when you were Freshmen in High School. You had it all planned with sodas and popcorn while playing video games and watching movies all night long. Laughing, and joking about the 'good old times' known as Elementary School adventures whenever the boys would get into some crazy adventure. You don't exactly remember how it started out, but the both of you began to talk about relationships.
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"You remember when you went out with Rebecca, how you were trying to come to me for advice? You were so nervous." You laughed, giving Kyle a gentle nudge as he sat beside you on his bed.
"She was my first girlfriend, I didn't really want to screw that up!" Kyle defended himself, feeling a bit embarrassed that he wasn't exactly the most suave boy in the school. Unlike someone like Kenny, who somehow had enough charisma to win over a girl, even just for a night.
"How did you manage to even pull a girl? You've always been bad with getting past the crush stages with girls." You smirked slightly, as he got even more flustered at the comment alone.
"I don't know-! Well you're one to talk, Y/N. What boyfriend have you had aside from Kevin Stoley?" Kyle teased, this time nudging you in the side. "I swear you only lasted like three days!"
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at the way he reminded you of your ex. Well, you started it, so it was only fair that he also jabbed at you. "Uuuugh. Don't remind me- Middle School dating was such a disaster! He wanted to be matching costumes like Padame and Anakin or whatever- the closest we got to anything romantic was holding hands." You explained, a slight smile tugging at the corner of your lip.
"Wait, so you've never even had your first kiss? Well I mean like- not with Kevin, at least..." Kyle awkwardly rubbed a hand against the back of his neck, awkwardly. Mentally cursing himself at even bringing up such a topic.
"No." You felt your cheeks immediately begin to burn with blush, the heat of embarrassment or becoming flustered was already getting to you. Surely you thought that he was going to rip on you for not even having your first kiss yet.
"I didn't mean to embarrass you, dude!" Kyle immediately waved his hands and shook his head, trying to ease your embarrassment. "I-I mean aren't you glad you didn't waste your first kiss on someone like him?" He tried to make light of the conversation.
"Well, you wasted your first kiss on Rebecca, and look what that did to her." You turned your attention back to him, making eye contact. "You awoke something hidden in that girl, I swear. What kind of powers you got?" You poked his cheek playfully, thankful that the edge of your first kiss topic was kind of mellowing out now.
Kyle genuinely didn't know how to answer that question now, he too looked flustered by bringing up his first kiss with a girl. Your smile softened slightly, as the silence dragged on a little more before you broke it again.
"How was it? Your... first kiss?" You decided to ask, not realizing your voice came out much more gentle than intended. The moment immediately shifting from playful to something more tender and intimate.
"I mean... it was so long ago." Kyle swallowed thickly, before he looked over at you. "It was in Elementary School, just a little peck on the lips, I don't know if you'd want to really call it something special or memorable you know?"
You wrung your hands nervously, feeling them get a little sweaty from the conversation. You looked at him, feeling as if your ears were turning red from the sudden intensity of the air between you two. Suddenly your eyes drifted down to his lips. What the hell, what are you thinking? No, stop. Don't look there! Scolding yourself, hoping he didn't notice the way you looked at him just now.
"Y/N..." Kyle noticed your gaze flick down to his lips, then back up to his eyes while your cheeks and ears flushed with blush. "Do you maybe wanna'... Practice? So we can uh- be good when we get a real relationship?" He asked, his own nerves heightened and face burning with embarrassment for even suggesting.
"Practice?" Your voice nearly came out in a squeak. "Oh-! Uh, I mean totally. I'm only doing this for you though, since I think you need all the help you can get." You lied. Oh you completely lied this time, knowing damn well this wasn't just to help him- but to finally experience what it was like to have your first kiss.
"Right... The help I can get." Kyle felt himself leaning in slowly, his hand reaching up to gently caress the side of your cheek as he leaned in.
You felt your heart leap in your chest, before pulling back and immediately looking him in the eye. "You're not going to use this to make fun of me later, are you? Like, you're not fucking around right now, right?" You had to make sure, before actually going through with this big step.
"I'm not fucking around." Kyle looked you in the eye, his eyes promising that he was being genuine. His hand never left the side of your cheek, as he kept your gaze.
Nodding softly, you knew he was being genuine now. Leaning in slowly, you allowed him to make the first initial contact. First, your lips pressed together into a soft peck, causing you to tense slightly just from the contact alone. You couldn't believe that you were about to actually do this. His lips gently molded more against yours, turning the small peck into something more.
Instinctively, your hand found its way up his chest, grasping softly at the fabric of his shirt. Feeling his lips move against yours, you tried to follow such a rhythm that he was setting. You then began to move your own lips against his, the both of you seemed to have a bit of trouble getting the hang of it. It was awkward, trying to match the rhythm between each other, finding the tempo of your lips moving against one another. However, you both didn't even seem to notice the way that your lips weren't even in sync.
Pulling away slowly for air, the both of you were panting softly, cheeks flushed with blush and seemingly proud of yourselves for getting further than a mere peck on the lips. That's when you felt it, the unknown pang in your chest seeing the way his eyes were slightly glossed over looking at you with something deeper. The pang in your chest that ached, longed for more of him.
Ever since the first awkward kiss the two of you shared, the interactions seemed to go back to normal on the outside, but deep down... You felt something more towards him. That best friend no longer felt like someone you could 'bro' around with, but that pang in your chest longed for more than just friendship. The way that the kiss ignited your first crush on him. Every time you saw him laughing, smiling, it made you feel happy. Part of you wished that you were the one making him smile and so happy and whenever it was you, it was like being rewarded.
As the years in High School passed, every little interaction like a simple brush against your arm or hand sent a chill, a leap in your chest. You found yourself looking forward to interactions, those text messages that you'd send to each other in the early mornings until the sun rose. Though the texts were friendly, you'd never tell him that you'd longed for more than just friendship. Worried that your crush would ruin what you had, you kept it to yourself. Not even your girl friends knew of the feelings you developed for your best friend.
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A few years had passed after your High School graduation, and of course everyone was so busy with their adult lives, that you had hardly kept up with anyone upon chasing the career of your dreams. Which even meant that the text messages between your ex-best friend had slowed down, same with hanging out. It seemed he was also busy with his own endeavors which consisted of attending college the majority of time, delving into his studies to get his degree.
The other day you'd received a letter in the mail that caught your attention, addressed to you from none other than South Park High. It caught your attention, why would South Park High be sending you a letter in the mail? The contents inside surprised you- you forgotten that things like this had even existed. A High School reunion.
God, was this even a good idea? To attend a High School reunion where you'd see everyone after years of not keeping contact? What if nobody recognized you or would even care to approach you? The thoughts only continued to circle around your mind trying to keep you from visiting the past.
Reluctantly, you found yourself getting ready to attend the reunion the night of. Putting on the nicest outfit you had, paired with doing your hair and trying to look decent so that you at least looked presentable in front of your old classmates.
Your hands gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter than usual as you drove down the snowy streets of South Park, headed towards the High School you once spent 4 long years attending. Passing by the buildings, soon the High School was within view, where already a bunch of cars were parked outside in the parking lot. Good lord, there were far more people here than you'd expected.
Parking your car and exiting the drivers seat, you closed the door and locked it with a simple click of the button on your keys. Taking one last look at the tall building, you took in a deep breath before releasing a weary sigh. This was going to be a long night, wasn't it?
Making your way through the main doors, there were signs and balloons pointing towards the direction of your old gymnasium. Banners reading 'Class of 20XX' across the walls, colorful balloons in the school colors adorned the railings, walls, streamers and all. Whoever planned all of this really went all out. The sounds of your shoes clicking against the floor echoed across the empty hallways, until you reached the doors of the gymnasium which were slightly ajar. Music was heard inside as well as the sound of chatter from multiple groups of people.
Walking through the door, you could see many different groups of old classmates who found each other, chatting away with drinks in their hands. Some were old cliques and friend groups from back in the days, laughing and smiling while catching up on whatever adult endeavors they were up to.
The infamous goth kids were all together in a corner, smoking probably when they shouldn't have been- why would they care though, right? Geez, age didn't do them too well, you thought to yourself. In another corner you'd find Jimmy and Timmy, where Jimmy seemed to be talking about his upcoming gig at a well-known comedy show outside of town.
Of course, the girls such as Nicole, Bebe, Heidi, and Wendy were talking together, did the girls just get prettier with time? Nicole almost looked like a completely different person, but in a good way. Bebe dressed ever so fashionably, it's no surprise she took it serious when making an appearance at a reunion. Wendy and Heidi also looking the part, with some recognizable features but definitely showing that they've matured just as the rest of you have.
Another group showed Craig, Clyde, Tolkien, and Tweek. Visibly from where you stood you could already see that Tweek and Craig had matching wedding bands on their fingers. You had no idea that the two had even gotten married, God was it that hard to keep up with the people you used to be friends with? Clyde... seemed to have let himself go, peaked in high School to then grow up and be uh... this. Tolkien on the other hand really seemed to get a hell of a glow up too. You silently wondered if him and Nicole ever got back together.
Breaking you out of your people watching, a voice had called out your name. "Y/N? Is that you?" A male voice was heard, coming up right behind you. Turning around on your heel, you didn't really recognize the voice calling out your name. However, when your eyes met his, you instantly recognized the man. "It is you! Hey, remember when we went out in Middle School?"
"Oh, uh... Kevin, nice to see you." You smiled faintly, not really expecting to run into him of all people. Was bringing up your short lived Middle School relationship really that much of a thing for him that he would bring that up years after not seeing each other. Hell, it's not like you guys even really interacted in High School either unless it was for some class assignment. Though, you put on your nicest smile trying to just be nice.
"I must be a Stormtrooper, because I missed you." Kevin gave a sly smile as he gave the pickup line that he probably thought would've worked in his dreams.
You blinked a few times, before giving a slight laugh. "Really? I mean, we never even spoke after Middle School much." You laughed a bit more awkwardly now, subtly trying to glance around the room for some sort of break from the conversation.
"I couldn't help but notice, you've come here alone." Kevin glanced around you, seeing that there was visibly nobody around you. There was no ring on your finger, and very obviously no boyfriend by your side.
"I... Did come alone, yes." You hated to confirm this, but what else were you going to do? Everyone else was so absorbed in their own conversations there's no way you could but in and try to escape the awkwardness from an ex from Middle School of all times. "But we're here to reconnect with old friends, right?"
"I guess you could say that." Kevin didn't seem really interested in that, though. Especially the way that he glanced over at Red, another one of his ex's. He must've already spoken to her, and not had much luck considering he was well, over here bothering you now. "Say, why don't we make like a couple of rebels and blow this place? I could show you... my lightsaber at home."
That's when your eyes finally met the man you were hoping to see this entire hour. Walking in through the gym doors, was none other than Kyle Broflovski, laughing with Stan Marsh who seemed to have met each other at the doors and walked in together. You hated just how much your heart leapt in your chest seeing him again. Those feelings you tried so desperately to get rid of after your little High School crush? Yeah, those seemed to just come back in full force, catching you off guard.
Those green eyes met yours, and it felt like the world around you had just paused for this moment. That bright smile on his lips faded slightly, seeing Kevin Stoley beside you. Kyle's attention then moved back over to Stan, giving him a curt nod as he dismissed himself from the conversation real quick, before making his way over to you. God, was it hot in here? It was getting hot in here, your heart raced as he just got closer and closer to you.
"Kyle..." Your voice came out quietly, eyes never leaving his.
"Y/N..." Kyle's voice was soft, before he then turned and looked over at Kevin. "And... Kevin." He added, putting on his best smile as he looked between the two of you. "I had a feeling I'd be seeing you here, after all this time."
"Broflovski." Kevin greeted him rather shortly, before he turned back to look at you. "Well, Y/N and I were planning on leaving this place. Right, Y/N?" Kevin seemed a bit more desperate now, hoping that you'd take him up on his previous offer.
You quickly shook your head, finding yourself immediately getting overwhelmed between the two boys. Kevin was being way too pushy and your feelings for Kyle resurfacing at full force were making you light headed. "I... I need to use the ladies room." You excused yourself, immediately leaving both boys, making your way out of the gymnasium.
Without stopping, you found yourself standing in front of the ladies room sinks, staring at yourself in the mirror. Gripping the side of the sink tightly, you took a deep breath. "Get it together, Y/N... What the hell was that?" You scolded yourself, running a hand through your hair. Your heart raced as mentally, the image of Kyle all grown up was burned into your mind. Holy shit, he was hot.
You took a few minutes to yourself, before you finally managed to get ahold of yourself. How the hell were you going to get away from Kevin Stoley? It was very obvious he was trying to take you home for some reason, and you were certain that was not going to happen. Clearing your throat, you took a step out of the ladies room, fixing your hair and pulling your bag over your shoulder. Your eyes flicked upwards, meeting none other than the man of the hour.
"You doing okay?" Kyle's voice broke the silence, as he took a step closer to you, visibly he was concerned, it was obvious in the look of his eye.
"I just needed a breather." You admitted, a bit embarrassed with how quickly you had departed right after seeing each other after so long. "Too many people in that gymnasium you know?" You quickly came up with a lie after, hoping it was believable.
A low chuckle rumbled from his chest, before he shook his head slightly. "Right..." He then met your gaze again, before leaning against the wall across from you. "Sucks you're about to head out, I was hoping we could catch up."
You quickly shook your head. "No, I wasn't about to leave! I'd love to catch up with you, it's been so long..." You didn't want to leave as soon as you saw Kyle after so long. That's when you recalled what Kevin had said before you retreated to the ladies room.
"Kevin seemed pretty eager to get out of here." Kyle shrugged slightly, his hands now in his pockets. "I didn't think I'd see you back with him after well... Middle School of all times." Was that... disappointment you heard in his tone?
"What? With Kevin...? No! No, oh you've got it all wrong." You shook your hands quickly trying to get this whole issue sorted out. "He just happened to see me right before you did, and was uh... really trying to get me to go back to his place."
"You came here alone?" Kyle then asked, his eyes slightly widening in what seemed to be a look of surprise.
You nodded at his question, before glancing down at his hands, noticing... there wasn't a ring on any of those hands or fingers. "Looks like you did too. Unless, there's... a special someone you're hiding?" You tried to tease him, hiding the tenseness behind your question.
Kyle grinned slightly, before shaking his head. "Nah, I haven't really had the time to even try and meet anyone. You know, you've always given me shit for being bad with girls anyways." Kyle chuckled, recalling how you'd tease him for being bad at meeting girls.
That's when you both found yourselves beginning to walk further from the gymnasium, and towards the exit doors of the High School while catching up. Easily it seemed like your old banter and ways surfaced again, almost as if you'd never stopped talking once graduating.
"Well... I wouldn't say you were bad with all girls." You smiled softly, a soft blush finding its way on your cheeks this time. Thankfully, the darkness outside was concealing the way that your face burned of blush from admitting something so vaguely. "You know Bebe always had a thing for your ass."
"Oh, shut up." Kyle laughed, rolling his eyes and giving you a gentle nudge. "If I didn't know any better, Kevin was trying to get lucky with you tonight." He teased you, a knowing glint in his eye as he looked you in your eye. Damn, did he also get taller? You don't recall him being so much taller than you.
"You think? He was trying to show me his 'lightsaber' at home." You put a hand over your mouth as you stifled a laugh, eyes glimmering with genuine joy being around Kyle again. You don't recall smiling so much around anyone else, only him.
"You're kidding! You're not going back with him, right?" Kyle asked, glancing back at the doors of the school, as if hoping that Kevin didn't follow you two outside.
"Hell no! I'd rather hang out with your boring ass anyways." You teased him, eyes filled with mischief.
"Boring? Hm, weird that you decided to ditch the others and come with me outside then, huh?" Kyle's devious smile found its way across his lips, his gaze meeting yours again. "Must be the boredom."
You thought your cheeks would start hurting from how much you were smiling. Though after a comfortable silence, you found your smile soften into something more. "I missed you, Kyle." You admitted, not realizing just how much you missed how easily the two of you seemed to connect.
"I missed you too, Y/N." Kyle's voice also seemed to soften, his gaze showing something more tender. "You... look good." He complimented awkwardly, his eyes roaming up and down your outfit, before he forced himself to look back up at your face.
"O-oh... thank you." You found yourself blushing even more again, not expecting him to compliment you. This compliment made your heart leap, the way that it began racing immediately after it sunk in just made you feel like you were light headed from the overwhelming sense of that crush again. "You... I almost didn't recognize you, in a good way-! I mean, you also look good." You blurted, mentally kicking yourself. Nice, smooth one.
The two of you couldn't tear your gazes away from each other's eyes again, the atmosphere so tense you could cut through it. Cheeks red with blush, and hearts racing, why did it feel like that moment where you two were going to share your first kiss again...? Your eyes widened slightly when remembering such a time, but why now of all times?
"Y/N...?"
"Kyle...?"
Nearly sweeping you off your feet, Kyle closed that distance between you two again, just like Freshman year. This time, it was far more different, as he was far more confident with his movements, as he turned the two of you around and pushed your back against the wall of the outside of the school.
Your lips met under the moonlight sky, the rhythm between the two of you starting off slow and passionate. Able to finally keep the same rhythm as your lips moved against each other, in sync. Kyle's hand found its way up to your cheek, gently caressing the side of your face as he leaned in more, deepening the kiss. Your arms found their way around his neck, back arching off the wall, tugging his face closer to yours.
It was all to easy to melt under the kiss, especially now that the two of you seemed to finally have an idea of how to properly kiss. Tilting your head slightly for him, your kiss only continued, the sounds of your kisses filling the air, as well as the ambiance of the night time creatures and faint music from the inside of the gymnasium. That's when you felt his other hand slip down to your hip, gripping tight enough to pull your lower body closer to his, eliminating any possible space between you two.
Pulling away, your foreheads rest against each other as you both caught your breath. Chests heaving slightly from the passionate kiss you both just shared after... all these years. You couldn't say anything, your lips tingled from the sensation of being kissed senseless, and your senses overwhelmed with the smell of that cologne that smelled so good on him. Without even realizing it, you couldn't help but let out a soft giggle.
"You laughing at me, Y/N?" Kyle's thumb gently rubbed the side of your cheek as he kept his forehead pressed against yours. A soft smile was on his lips as he noticed the way your eyes lit up. "Was it that bad?"
"No, of course not. It was wonderful." You assured him, eyes meeting his with that sparkle. "It's just... Ever since Freshman year I've had this silly crush on you, I... I couldn't get rid of it, and seeing you here tonight it just..." You trailed off, unsure how to really explain how it seemed to resurface.
"Y/N..." Kyle began to speak, before he shook his head slightly. "You're telling me we've both been avoiding our feelings since High School?"
"Wait, you... You too?" You asked softly, your voice showing more surprise in the tone.
"I didn't think you'd want to date someone like me, especially after our first kiss?" Kyle laughed softly, his thumb gently rubbing your cheek again. "I thought I would've completely ruined any chances with you after that."
"It was our first kiss, Kyle." You smiled softly. "It was what... Made me start to realize maybe I felt something more than just friendship for you."
"It sounds like we have a lot of making up to do, for lost time." Kyle teased, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
"I think I might just have to agree with you on that one." You smiled up at him, before the two of you found your lips meeting each other once again in a warm embrace, completely forgetting about the High School Reunion and the participants inside.
Summary: You and Kyle have been rivals in your University class. One day there's a rave announced for one night in the small town of South Park, and you're surprised that your rival has shown up to the rave alone, in scene clothing.
Note: All characters in my fiction are aged up unless stated otherwise. Readers are intended to be fem readers unless stated otherwise.
This work is NSFW.
Word Count: 4,371
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This was not a request, but something that I wanted to have fun with since I absolutely adore the idea of scene Kyle, and I've never seen a rave girl reader before, and would love to deliver that experience to my lovely readers!
WARNING: The reader and Kyle will be under the influence of drugs in the middle of doing...things, if you're uncomfortable with that, this may not be the chapter for you!
I do not promote or recommend the usage of drugs in any shape, form or fashion. This is purely fictional and for the fun of the fiction itself.
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Kyle Broflovski was the one at your school who was always known to be at the top of the class, raising his hand, getting questions right, and hardly failing his tests. If he ever had gotten anything below a 100% on his test or assignment, it would be challenged or he'd question the teacher to give some sort of constructive feedback that would allow him to at least understand where he'd gone wrong.
You couldn't help but roll your eyes every time you saw the goodie two shoes raise that hand high in the air, so eager to answer questions that were directed at the class. So this time just to screw around with him, you raised your hand when it was time to get some participation points. When the teacher called on you to answer, and you got it correctly, you couldn't help but subtly shoot your attention to the direction of the redhead that sat adjacent from you. He didn't look so pleased, not a single bit.
With his eyes slightly narrowed, he gave you that dirty look that just screamed 'are we going to have a problem?'. You smiled innocently, and wiggled your fingers in his direction, knowing it would just anger the boy even further. It was always so easy to push his buttons, Kyle Broflovski was notorious for losing his temper rather quickly. Though he wouldn't blow up on you like how he would with Eric Cartman, you could absolutely see the fire in those eyes, the slight eye twitch, and the slight curve of his lip whenever the two of you had the unfortunate circumstance of being near each other.
Neither of you were too sure of what started your little rivalry against each other, but the only thing you knew was that you had to be better than him. You had to get under his skin. Why? You weren't sure what compelled you, maybe it was the reactions he gave, or the way that his nose would scrunch in disgust or anger when you'd make your little snarky comments.
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This mini rave had been the talk of the town for months, as promotional flyers have been seen at almost every stop, a few colorfully dressed partiers were seen outside of the club or on corners of the streets shouting about the one-night event to passerby's. It was clear that the event was going to be a big one, which of course caught the attention of many party-loving townsfolk of all different kinds.
Tonight you and a few of your girl friends were out and about at the new rave that was in town. The well-known strip club had closed down for the night just to host this one-night event, transforming the strip club into an indoor mini rave. The layout for this club was perfect for the mini rave, as the usual tables and chairs were pushed out of the way, creating the perfect opening for a dance floor. The stage in the center had the DJ's booth moved atop of it, and there of course was the bar on the corner of the club already.
A long line was seen outside of the club, eager ravers just waiting to get their hands on the party inside. The music already was loud enough, that the thumping of the bass could was only slightly muffled outdoors. Every time someone opened the door to enter, the flashing lights of different colors could be seen whether they were entering or exiting, the electric music getting louder, escaping into the night.
You and your girl friends already were inside of the club, dancing beside each other and swaying along to the beat. Of course, you partook in dressing in a rave girl outfit, this one not being as revealing as the other girls had chosen, but it was unique. Tonight you chose to wear a bikini top that tied around the neck, with a matching bottoms that had a mini skirt flaring out just slightly, nothing too over the top. Around your midsection were straps that resembled butterfly wings, as was the whole theme of your outfit, which had an iridescent shimmer which only stood out every time those strobe lights flashed your direction. We couldn't stop there, this is a rave damn it, this is the time to look sexy! Adorning your right thigh was a leg harness, and finally the shoes to complete this outfit were boots.
The body glitter shimmered across your silky skin as you danced with your friends, completely vibing to the electric beats filling the air. You weren't sure why you looked over to your side, but that's when you saw a familiar boy that you never in a million years would've thought you'd see in a setting like this.
"No fucking way." You muttered to yourself, immediately you felt that you'd stopped dancing when recognizing that green ushanka hat anywhere. However, his hat had some pins on it that were a little hard to tell under the flashing lights. Not even in his normal outfit, he had a black choker around his neck, his hair was a bit more wild, not completely covered by his hat as usual. It looked like he had done some makeup as well, small stars drawn on with what looked to be eyeliner on his cheeks, and light green eyeliner under his eyes. He had a black shirt on, some baggy pants that matched his fingerless gloves. Adorning his wrists were a few bracelets, some that resembled kandi that was handmade, others that resembled the choker around his neck.
You had to go see this up close for yourself, as you moved away from your girl friends and made your way up to the boy who you thought would've been the last person you'd see here. "Well, well, well... If it isn't the teacher's pet." You spoke in a playful tone, that shimmer of mischief in your eyes as you initiated. "What the hell are you wearing?"
Turning to acknowledge your presence, his eyes went wide as he looked your own outfit up and down, immediately recognizing your voice. "What the hell are you wearing, and in fact- even doing here?" Kyle scowled, forcing his gaze to meet yours, though the way your glitter and iridescent outfit sparkled only wanted to draw his attention further down again. "God damn it, nobody was supposed to see me here..." He immediately felt his face flush with embarrassment, as he tugged the ends of his hat down, just wanting to disappear from the crowd.
"I'm here with friends, obviously." You rolled your eyes, pushing your hair over your shoulder, taking a glance over at your group who hadn't even noticed you disappeared. "But it looks like you're here all alone. What, did your buds think this wasn't a good enough event to join?" Clearly referring to Stan, Cartman, and Kenny. "I wonder what they'd think about your little outfit." You giggled.
"You won't say shit to them." Kyle immediately growled, pointing a finger at you. "This rave is here for only one night, can you at least not be a pain in my ass for one night?" His voice raised slightly as the music only got louder, and the people surrounding you two only tightened as more were allowed into the club.
With a reluctant sigh, you figured it was the only night that this rave would be in town. As much as your bratty instincts told you to give him a hard time about his interests that matched yours, you decided to let this little rivalry go... for now. "Fine, but this truce is only temporary." You arched a brow, wanting to give him a harder time about it.
The minutes passed, and the music continued to blare despite the slight dispute between you two, even though you're the only who admittedly instigated it. You felt someone bump into you from behind, shoving you into Kyle. The boy's eyes went wide, as he caught you out of pure reflex. Kyle looked at the culprit who'd knocked you over, seeing that it was a taller man, turning around with a sheepish grin on his face.
"Woah, shit dudes. Sorry about that." He laughed, before digging into his pocket. "Here, lemme' make it up to you!" The guy seemed a bit more than eager to make up for his stumble that shoved you. Between his index and middle finger was a baggie with two pills inside of it, brightly colored with some sort of little design on it. "This'll kick this rave up for the both of you, try it!"
Being the partygoer that you were, you knew exactly what these pills were. This shit was ecstasy, and this dude that was high off his ass was willing to hand them out for free after bumping into you? Reaching your hand out, you took the little baggie, and gave it a little shake, watching as the pills jiggled. "Holy shit, dude." You muttered, before turning back to Kyle with an excited glimmer in your eye.
"Are you fucking kidding me? No, you don't even know who the hell that dude is!" Kyle leaned close to scold you, reaching out to snatch the bag away from you. However, you moved your hand right before he could reach out and snatch it. "Why must you always insist on doing the opposite of everything I say?"
You gave an innocent shrug, before opening the baggie and popping one of those pills into your mouth without even a second thought. Hell if this was going to be the only night to get a rave in South Park, you were going to make it one to remember. After taking your pill, is when you finally handed the bag over to Kyle with a knowing smirk, silently egging him on to take it. "You'll feel really good, I swear."
"I can't believe it, you're insane!" Kyle protested, as he grabbed the pill from you, looking down at it, then back at you for your reaction. "If you die, I refuse to be a witness to it, you know? Pain in the ass..." He mumbled, but noticed that you weren't reacting in a bad way.
"It doesn't kick in immediately, dumbass." You put a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh. "Have you never been to a rave and tried ecstasy? You have to try it, at least once! Come onnnn" You felt yourself begging him to at least try it while you were around. Hell, seeing your rival get high off ecstasy for the first time was a more thrilling thought than you'd like to admit. "You'll never get the chance to get free fun like this again, dude. Come on!"
"Now I can't believe you're actually convincing me to try this, holy shit." Kyle hesitantly held his hand out, inspecting the colorful pill, then the look in your eyes. He took a deep breath, steadying himself before he quickly popped the pill in his mouth, swallowing it before he could spit it back out.
"Woohoo!" You cheered out, throwing your hands in the air, congratulating him for taking the step towards increasing the fun factor of your guys' night. "Let's fucking party!"
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You had no idea what the hell had gotten into you that night, why you decided to ditch your group of girl friends that you'd come to the rave with in the first place to instead dance alongside the boy you couldn't help but tease in class. It's not like you hated him, but it was just fun to get under his skin. It wasn't your fault that he had the cutest scrunch of his nose when he'd get pissed off at you, or the way that he'd roll his eyes, scowl at your bratty attitude.
You head felt light, at times it felt as though it were spinning. Without a care in the world, you continued to dance along to the thrumming of the music amongst the entire crowd of ravers who were doing the same thing. You felt good. Like, reeeeeally good. Your serotonin levels were through the roof, and all this dancing was just making your body even warmer than it already was, maybe a little mix of dancing and the way that the drugs were affecting you, causing your adrenaline to surge through your blood.
"Kyyyyle!" You giggled, completely forgetting your rivalry, as you pressed your back against his chest. Your hips swayed to the upbeat music, your body moving along with the beat. Dancing against him the way you were had just sent a new wave of intimacy between you two, creating a delicious friction between your bodies.
Kyle's eyes went slightly wide, and his face began to burn from not only blush, but damn it was getting hot in this club too. The warmth from your body was affecting him, he confidently had his hands on your hips while you rocked your hips, bending your knees ever so slightly as you went lower, and lower. As slow as you went down, you came back up, only to arch your back against his chest, pushing your ass more out against his crotch, increasing that delicious friction.
"Holy shit, Y/N..." Kyle felt his hands move up from your hips, up your sides. He was feeling the effects of the ecstasy as well, giving him that euphoric feeling. Just as you'd forgotten your rivalry, he did too. He wanted to touch your body, your skin, feel absolutely every single inch of your smooth glittery skin, not giving a shit about who was around. Not like many would pay attention, as multiple others were practically dancing in similar fashions.
The space between the two of you only got smaller, and smaller, so impossibly close that you both were feeling the heat, and it was getting hot way too fast. You were thoroughly enjoying yourself, while the lights flashed different colors across your exposed skin, your breasts bouncing ever so distractingly to the Kyle who was just tall enough to look over your shoulder and witness everything. His splayed out fingers twitched slightly, inching just underneath your breast now, careful to not go too far while you both were in the middle of the dance floor.
"Your skin... Feels really good-, and warm." He muttered, his head swirling with all kinds of lewd thoughts of what he wanted to just do to you- he wanted to devour you. "You're on fire, maybe... we should get out of here." He suggested, gently nudging you towards the exit.
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Fumbling with the keys to his apartment, Kyle guided you both through the empty streets of South Park. The cool Colorado air felt really good on your burning skin, even though you were definitely nowhere near appropriately dressed for the chill in the air. It didn't bother you, though. Now that you weren't in the upbeat rave, the way you were taking your surroundings felt much more different, as you focused even more on your surroundings, especially once inside of Kyle's apartment.
You found yourselves laying down on Kyle's bed, your hands gently tracing against his arm, feeling the need, the want to be closer to this man. Every urge inside your body just screamed at you to try and get closer to him, though your bodies were already pressed close to each other as much as possible. Facing each other, your leg hiked up and resting against his hip, his hand wandering against your side, your own hand running up his bicep, to his shoulder.
Staring into each other's eyes, it's almost as though you were lost in his gaze. "I didn't realize how beautiful your eyes were up close..." You murmured, leaning closer to get a better look at those green eyes of his. Your hand now running up the side of his neck, gently playing with his curls, your fingers running through his hair ever so softly.
"Your skin is so soft, so perfect." Kyle responded, this whole time his hand running up and down your side, occasionally running up your spine, then back down. "You're so much more beautiful in my bed like this." He admitted, his hand now caressing your thigh, keeping it firm against the side of his hip.
Your faces inched closer, and closer to each other without even realizing it. His lips gently pressed against yours, which you gladly accepted and returned. You tugged gently on his hair, your leg tightening around his hip, while losing yourself in the kiss. The kiss was passionate, not rough, neither chaste. Your lips gently and slowly took their time with moving against his, a perfectly slow rhythm showing you were in no rush to explore each other's lips.
His forehead rested against yours, his breath ghosting across your lips as he pulled away only slightly to speak again. "You kiss good... You feel good... You're so cute..." Kyle murmured, as he continued to praise you, going on about how much he secretly adored you. "I love the way you piss me off and challenge me in class."
Your lips met again, the same gentleness from earlier as you both savored each other's presence. "I don't want to let go of you." You spoke between kisses. "I just want to stay in your arms, I... I want to feel all of you, and stay close."
The influence of the drugs had only altered the state of your minds which caused you both to feel an overwhelming surge of serotonin, craving the attention from each other, disregarding your previous disagreements, snarky comments, insults. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him impossibly closer, deepening your kisses.
His touches became more intimate, his hands moving downwards towards your ass. Kyle's fingers flexed, digging into the flesh of your ass, gently kneading and taking his time while feeling you up. The way he tilted his head slightly to allow your kisses to deepen, creating a more heated and intimate environment as you explored each other's bodies with such care, such passion.
You broke the kiss with a giggle, your cheeks flushing with blush, skin burning even more not only from the ecstasy, but probably from the intimacy that you were both sharing. Your mind even more hyper aware of the situation you both found yourself in. Finding yourself in a giggling fit made Kyle look up at you with surprise, your infectious laughter causing him to have a small smile creep on his lips as well.
"What's so funny? Do I kiss bad?" Kyle's forehead rested against yours, while he leaned upwards, giving a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose while you continued to giggle.
"No, no I'm sorry." Your giggles softened, quieted as you opened your eyes to meet his gaze again, your fingers splaying out against his cheek while a bright smile spread across those lips. "I just... I'm really happy, I feel... I feel really good right now, here, with you."
"I feel really good with you too, Y/N." Kyle whispered, feeling his lips pepper gentle kisses against your neck. "I want to make you feel much better. Hear more of those cute noises." He murmured against your skin, pressing even more gentle kisses against your skin, not even caring about the glitter he was probably getting in his mouth.
You bit back a soft moan, as your back arched instinctively, while his lips found your collarbone, giving a gentle nibble before your breasts were paid attention to next. His fingers hooking around the bikini top, yanking it upwards, allowing your breasts to bounce from the motion. Immediately his lips latched onto your nipple, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud that began to harden the moment his tongue began its assault. His fingers traced down the front of your stomach now, on a mission to get down to your sweetest spot.
"M-mmh... Kyle..." You rocked your hips against his hand that found its way to your clothed pussy. His fingers gently sliding up and down against the fabric separating him from your needy cunt. He let out a satisfied groan against your breast, before he released your nipple with an audible wet pop.
Your hands on his cheeks brought his face back up to yours, craving the way that his warm lips molded against your own. "I don't want to stop kissing you... Just keep your lips on mine." You nearly begged him, holding his face close to yours, pressing your lips to his again.
A soft chuckle escaped from his lips while you kissed him, as he nodded softly. This didn't stop his hand from rubbing your heat, before slipping his fingers to tug your bottoms to the side, rubbing his middle and index fingers between the folds of your moist pussy. In response to his sudden contact on your aching needy body, you arched your back, letting out a shaky moan.
Kyle continued to kiss you at the pace you had set, his fingers sliding up and down between your folds, before the tips of his fingers slipped inside of you with ease thanks to the wetness you provided. He grunted as he felt the inner part of your walls mold around his digits, coating him in your juices. Kyle's fingers were slow at first, taking the time to let you adjust to the way he was stretching you. His thumb came around, circling around your clit in slow, tight circles.
"I could stay like this with you forever." You whispered against his lips, gasping sharply at the sensation of your most sensitive bits being played with. "In your arms, in your bed." You found his lips again, completely obsessed with the way that they felt against your own. You weren't sure how many times you'd kissed tonight, but it's not like you were about to keep track, or even stop.
Kyle's fingers spread out while inside of you, making the scissoring motion between thrusts, doing everything he could to spoil you, to make you feel good. The boy never would've thought he'd ever have you of all people in his bedroom, making out with him off and on throughout the night while he fingered you. Though, it felt good. It felt way too good, that he was more focused on your own pleasure, not even paying attention to his own, neither feeling the need to get himself off. His fingers were on a mission, get you off, and feel every inch of that glittery skin. "Then stay here." He murmured against your lips, kissing you back every time you pulled away, and came back for more.
Your lips parted softly to let out a shaky moan, as his fingers curled inside of you, making that hook motion that made your toes curl. Biting your lip softly, your hips rocked against his hand again, indicating your enjoyment of this new motion. Seeing your positive reaction towards his new movements, he began to circle his thumb around your clit a bit quicker now, determined to send you above the edge.
"Just like that, keep making those pretty noises..." Kyle praised, his fingers continuing their relentless assault on you, not letting up. He could feel the walls clenching around him, knowing that you were nearing your climax.
"I-I think..." You spoke before a moan interrupted you, feeling your legs tremble and your grasp on him tighten while you inhaled sharply. "I-I'm f-falling for you...!" You cried out, feeling that familiar tingling sensation in your stomach, which finally exploded in the form of an orgasm. Your walls clenching around his fingers like a vice, as though pulling him in and keeping him there while he gently rode you through your orgasm.
Kyle kissed your forehead softly, whispering words of praise to you. "I think... I'm falling for you too.." He spoke ever so tenderly, his fingers gently pumping inside of you still, making sure to ride you through and prolong your orgasm as long as he could. "I'm falling for you, Y/N."
You found yourself giggling again, your mood heightening again especially after your orgasm, your lips pressing gentle kisses against his cheek, the tip of his nose, his forehead, anywhere you could reach.
The both of you continued riding out the rolling high of the ecstasy through stolen kisses, whispers of your declarations for feelings that were surfacing. Proclaiming the amount of need one had for the other, and so forth. Your conversations continued through deep talks with the occasional giggles of how good you felt, holding onto each other, and not wanting to let go. Even though your bodies burned at a feverish temperature, neither of you shed a care, as long as you were together.
Once the high of your drugs had worn off, you both were still in a sort of blissed out state, fully aware of the conversations and deep talks you've shared. The way you both proclaimed your feelings for one another, endless stolen kisses, and hands exploring each other's bodies. Sometimes intimately, and others more innocently. There was no going back after this night.
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A/N: I typically never write an Author's note, but here I am. I apologize if I have incorrectly described what it was like to those readers who may have firsthand felt the side effects of the drug mentioned in my fic. I merely am going off the research I have read from others on threads, and personal experiences that others have written with their partners.
With that out of the way, what did we think about this new kind of approach?
Thank you for getting this far!
This is my FIRST South Park fanfiction that I started off with when beginning my journey becoming a fanfiction writer in this fandom! While Midnight Confessions is unfinished due to the lack of popularity in comparison to my Brewing Romance (Kyle x Reader). I still hold it dear in my collection. If you're a fan of Butters, check it out!
Summary: You guys have been best friends since childhood, but your friendship is put to the test when he invites you to a party, and something happens. Now you both have to deal with the consequences of these actions, secrets that've been kept, and the feelings you've both developed. Will you two be able to overcome these obstacles and find your way back to each other, or lose your friendship, and your chance at love?
This Possessive Douchebag x Reader was made by prazic on AO3!
Summary: After finding yourself leaving the closet at a club playing 7 minutes in heaven, Douchebag happens to walk by and see you leaving the closet with a stranger. A misunderstanding quickly turns into a possessive claim he's determined to make.
Note: All characters in my fiction are aged up unless stated otherwise. Readers are intended to be fem readers unless stated otherwise.
This work is NSFW
Word Count: 4,119
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This next request is made by prazic on AO3! "can i request a douchebag x reader where we were at club and had just freshly came out from 7 mins in heaven with a random (we didn't really do anything with them) and he sees us and angry fucks us cause he got possessive? we aren't dating him and douchebag was just there to run an errand. reader is also never seen at clubs before at all.
i hope this isnt too much for a req! kinks are up to you and i LOVE your work!"
Okay first of all, since you told me kinks are up to me, I want you to know that I literally pulled up a wheel, wrote down a list of kinks, and had the wheel choose at random what kink we would be doing. (This is what happens when we're indecisive, but it's ok, we've got results!) The Wheel has chosen for us, and has decided we're doing anal.
Ohhh, yesss. I think I can work with this. I very rarely see work done for Douchebag / New Kid x Reader so this'll hopefully add to the love for the mute!
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The club wasn't really the type of place you thought you'd find yourself this evening, but your girl friends Bebe, and Wendy were dying to try out this new place that recently opened up in town, and had been the absolute hype of the town's night life since the opening of the Peppermint Hippo. Well, it was mostly Bebe who wanted to come, something about trying to forget about her fight with Clyde for the... who knows how many times this month it's happened. The two fight, break up, end up getting revenge on each other in forms of finding someone else for the night, and somehow make up after in some very toxic cycle.
Regardless, that was their problem, and not yours. The first few times it'd happened it was entertaining to say the least. However, it was getting old pretty fast. You would accompany Bebe and Wendy in an outfit they both assisted dressing you in, wanting to make sure that the three of you matched a vibe together.
That's when you found yourself in an A-line cocktail dress standing beside your closest friends in the new club. The lights flashed in all different directions in various of different colors, some even flashing to the beat of the music the DJ had playing. Surrounding the three of you, were a wide variety of partiers, some already drunk, and stumbling over themselves. Others, finding themselves grinding against another on the dancefloor while somehow not spilling their drinks in hand.
"Holy shit guys, isn't this great?" You heard Bebe's voice faintly over the loud music as she wrapped her arms around both you and Wendy, pulling you closer to her while she took in a deep breath, attempting to hype you for this wild club setting. "Look at everyone! Let's totally get fucked up, and we can take sexy photos of ourselves."
"Are you sure you want to 'get fucked up'? It's not because of Clyde, is it?" Wendy tried being the voice of reason, casting a concerned glance towards the overly enthusiastic Bebe, who was probably too far gone from being able to be convinced- she had her mind set on getting revenge on Clyde, and she was going to do it one way or another.
"We can still go back to my place and have a girls night!" You tried to also help Wendy's case. It's not like you wanted to be here, you were completely out of your element. Loud crowds, especially people who were completely wasted off their asses? If you were able to get out of here, and call it a night, you'd try to help in any way to make that possible. "I have popcorn, streaming subscriptions, uh... board games?"
"Ew, blah, and boring! Check it out, that group of guys at the bar... There's three of them, and three of us. How about we get them to take a picture of us to start off the conversation?" Bebe smirked mischievously as she subtly gestured to a small group of men at the bar. She giggled while pulling out her phone, looking between you and Wendy. "I'll get them over here, just follow my lead after that!~"
"Bebe wait-!" Wendy tried to call out to the blonde who was already sauntering her way over to the bar. Wendy turned to you, a slight sheepish smile on her face. "She's uh... really determined to get back at Clyde tonight, I don't think we'll get out of the club, Y/N."
"It was worth a shot." You rubbed a hand against the back of your neck, realizing that Bebe already was engaging in conversation with the men, her hands gesturing in your guys' direction while also pointing at her phone occasionally. "I... really hope they just take the picture, and maybe go back to drinking after?" A hopeful smile spread across your lips as you turned to Wendy.
"I don't think so, you know how convincing she can get." Wendy watched Bebe's interaction, before sighing softly once realizing the group was on their way over to you guys, Bebe leading them.
"So guys, these are my best bitches Y/N, and Wendy!" Bebe introduced you to the men, who all stood in front of your group now as well. "We were hoping that one of you were willing to take some pics of us!" She winked, holding her phone up for any of the three to grab.
The taller of the trio had stepped up with a sly smirk, reaching out and grabbing Bebe's phone. "Don't worry doll, I'll get you that photo of you and your girl friends... On one condition." He leaned close to the blonde, giving her a few seconds to see if she'll respond to his condition.
"You know how to keep me entertained, what's the condition big guy?" Bebe flirted with the taller of the men who now had her phone, crossing her arms with a smug grin, anticipating what he could've possibly wanted from her or the group as a whole.
The trio of men looked between each other with shit eating grins, ones that knew what they've already had planned. It's almost like they'd rehearsed what this condition would be prior to attending the club tonight. The smirks never left their lips, even once the bigger of the group had gotten a bit closer to Bebe now, eating away the distance. "You ever heard of this game... Maybe you've played it in high school, Seven Minutes in Heaven."
Once those words left his lips, your eyes widened slightly in surprise, not assuming that they would've been so bold with clearly a group of strangers. With the alcohol loosening things though, it didn't seem to push away the idea of being intimate with some random girls who'd just practically walked into the scene. When Bebe turned around with a mischievous grin that made it all the way to her eyes, you knew that she was going to agree to the condition. After all, she did want to get back at Clyde, and this would be the guarantee for such results.
Neither you or Wendy had the ability to even shake your head before Bebe turned back to the boys with a quick nod. "You're on. Now, get that photo of us." She got between you and Wendy, wrapping her arms around your guys' necks, pulling her lips into a smile. "Smile, girls! This is going on Coonstagram!"
With a few flashes, the pictures of you girls were taken, and the phone returned to Bebe. She giggled with glee, as she shared the pictures results with you and Wendy, before she put the phone back in her crossbody purse. An empty beer bottle was placed down on the table in front of the two groups now, by the more smug looking boy of the bunch who'd just finished off his beer. "Since I'm providing the bottle, I'm the first one. Get in a circle, ladies."
"Bebe, we don't even know them-" Wendy whispered harshly, as the blonde tugged your guys' arms to stand around the table on the opposite sides of the boys. "You don't have to drag Y/N and I into this because you're pissed at Clyde."
You weren't even listening to the conversation with Wendy and Bebe, your eyes glued to the empty beer bottle that was being spun around the table. The bottle slowed its spinning, your heart sinking upon realizing... it stopped on you, and the man that was across the table from you. Your gaze flicked up, looking at the man across from you, who probably looked as surprised as you did. Thankfully it wasn't the arrogant one, or the one that was smug enough to suggest this game in the first place.
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Now there wasn't necessarily a history between you and well, Douchebag. You weren't sure why the others referred to him as that, possibly because the man never decided that he'd give out his name, which only added to the mysterious allure to his silent-self. However, you recalled going to High School with him, where his main source of communication between the two of you being either through text messages, or passing notes in class. Okay... maybe there was a little crush the two of you had on each other, but it's not like you two did anything together, neither did any of you know about the mutual feelings shared between each other.
That was in high school though, right? So surely, that High School crush and feelings would've died down by now. Besides, it's not like you two texted as much as you used to. He'd usually find himself spending time with either Craig's gang, Stan's gang, it's not like he fit into one more than the other. So, when you met his gaze eye to eye upon walking out of the closet when your seven minute mark ran up, why did your heart sink?
Was it the fact that he saw you in a possible situation which could easily be interpreted the wrong way? The way that his eyes were glued to yours even as he was in the middle of handing a plastic bag to the bartender? Perhaps it was the way that you could visibly see the subtle anger in his eyes, before he handed off the plastic bag to the bartender with a subtle nod. Your legs found themselves walking towards him, wanting to explain yourself. Why? It's not like you needed to, and neither was it his business- but seeing him in his casual clothing in this club setting, looking almost hurt at your 'adventure' in the closet with some other man?
"I didn't take you to be the kind to come to the club-" You began, trying to ease into the conversation, swallowing thickly. You ignored the calls from Bebe who wanted to hear all about your closet adventure.
The mute crossed his arms over his chest, and arched a brow at you. You looked around nervously, and frowned at the way that he'd seemed to not buy your attempt at small talk. "It's nice to see you again, I'm uh sorry I didn't reply to your message..." Your pathetic excuse slipped out of your mouth, immediately flustered and unable to meet his gaze.
Damn, what the hell was it about the silent man that made you easily flustered and unable to act like a normal girl? You felt your wrist get grabbed, as he lead you to a more quiet spot in the club, towards a door that had no visible markings outside to describe what kind of room was on the other side. However, you were brought inside and immediately pinned to the wall once it was locked behind you.
Eyes wide, your mouth slightly agape from the sudden shift of dynamics between you two. The look in his gaze was possessive, as the jealousy must've burned through his veins at the sight of you coming out of the closet with another man. "Oh-! No, look, listen. It's a misunderstanding, I didn't do anything in the closet with him, it's just a stupid game that the others insisted on, honest!"
His eyes narrowed slightly, almost as if he didn't believe you. Seeing you tremble slightly in front of him, as he scanned over your figure with that intense look. However, he looked around at your perfectly untouched skin, the way your lips weren't swollen from a possible make out session... Maybe you were telling the truth, nothing happened in that closet with a stranger. Your breath hitched in your throat upon his body leaning closer, pressing against yours, effectively trapping you in place.
You don't know what was going on, but God did you feel warm already. Your stomach twisting, butterflies in your chest as he had you cornered. With his hands on either side of your head caging you in, and his breath fanning across your lips, it made your head spin just from the mere inches that were separating you two. It's almost as though he sensed the way that you were under his spell. The silent exchange between you two for the past few seconds dragged on, and on... The chemistry only resurfacing after meeting face to face after being dormant upon graduating from High School.
With his every move, you watched as he leaned in closer, but leaned towards your ear, feeling his lips brush against the shell of it, before he finally spoke. His voice was raspy, low, deep, possibly from the lack of use for so long... But his word was absolutely clear, even though it was only one word, he was absolutely making it crystal clear what his intentions were. "Mine."
Your breath hitched in your throat, feeling as his hands moved from caging you in, down to your hips and pulling your hips against his. He pulled back, looking into your eyes, as though he were searching for permission, allow him to continue with his obvious advances now. The blush burned your face under hearing his voice for the first time, possibly even the only person to hear his voice aside from his parents. But God damn, the way his voice rumbled, jolted something within you, igniting that High School crush you thought you'd forgotten about.
His fingertips squeezed against your hips slightly more with the added tension of your silence, bringing you back to reality as your heart raced in your chest. Taking in a sharp breath through your nose, you could feel as your body instinctively leaned in to close the distance between your lips. He responded with a slight roughness, as he pressed his lips more against yours, completely taking over to set the pace himself.
The sounds of your kisses echoed through the small storage closet that you were both inside of. Your fingers raking through his hair, tugging gently while the kiss only intensified as more time had continued to pass. It was only getting hotter between you two, and his hands were getting a bit more adventurous once you felt his fingertips under the hem of your dress. While his fingers gently tugged your dress up, revealing your panties, he broke the kiss as he traced alongside the side of your neck, his hips pressing even deeper against your heat.
Fingertips dug into the flesh of your ass, kneading it roughly as the kisses trailed down to your chest. You bit your lip and tilted your head back, letting out a quiet whimper as he continued to shower you with attention. You could feel his cock straining against his pants as his hips rocked against your clothed heat, aching and begging for his own attention. Your own fingers traced down his chest, and found their way to his pant button, unbuttoning the pants and pulling the zipper down.
Before you could tug his pants off, he let out a grunt of disapproval, immediately stopping your movement as he gripped your wrist tightly, eyes silently meeting yours with a intense look of desire and lust. He wasn't going to let you take the lead, this was his rodeo, and god damn he was going to finish what he started.
"Sh-shit, I... I don't have condoms..." You whispered, hoping to god you didn't just ruin the mood between the two of you. You looked into his eyes, scanning for his response, just waiting to see the disappointment. However, that look never came. It's almost as if that glimmer of determination had never left.
With ease, he turned you, pinning your front to the wall this time with a slight smirk on his lips. He kissed the back of your neck, before his fingers curled around your panties, tugging them down your hips, to your thighs. The cool air sent a shiver through your body as it hit your moist pussy. On one knee, he leaned closer to your ass, giving a firm squeeze as well as planting a gentle kiss on the right cheek, his fingers splayed outwards now as he spread you for him.
Eyes wide, you looked around your side, seeing as his face inched closer and closer, before his tongue darted out, getting a taste of your ass. Your hand reached around, fingers curling in his hair as you let out a surprised gasp, the warmth of his breath on your ass only exciting you further to this new sensation.
Your hand couldn't help but tug his face closer to your ass, as he stuck his tongue out again, licking a long stripe against you. A faint groan was heard from him, as he held onto your thighs now, pulling you back against his face to delve deeper into your ass. His fingers tightened around your thighs, as his tongue swirled around your sweet hole, occasionally probing against it with need. You could tell he was getting impatient, but god this was feeling way too good. A moan escaped your lips, pushing your ass more against his face, when his tongue found its way into you, thrusting into your hole impatiently. "Oh... Oh, fuck...!" You couldn't help but curse out, your fingers tugging on his hair more, practically begging for him to somehow thrust his tongue deeper into you.
Hearing you curse out seemed to snap something inside of Douchebag, as he stood up from his position behind you, pulling his pants down as his hard cock was felt between your thighs. With his chest on your back, you could feel as he rubbed his cock along your wet cunt, coating him with your slick. His breathing was felt on the back of your neck, ragged and shallow as he continued this rhythm of shallow thrusts, making sure not to penetrate you.
His cock slowly pulled back further, prodding against your ass, before you felt the sensation of the tip finally pushing its way through. You grit your teeth, whining slightly from the foreign sensation. Your own breathing quickened at the pain of even just his tip stretching you out to accommodate his size. He must've known that you were in pain, as he stopped pushing in further, allowing you to relax and take in more and more, stretching your ass just because of the lack of proper rubber.
Bottoming out inside of you, followed with a low rumble from his throat that could pass off as a groan. His hand pushed against your upper back, forcing you to bend over against the wall, allowing him to get even deeper inside of you from behind. Both of your hands found the wall now, holding yourself against it, while you practically presented yourself for him. His free hand made it down to your hip, as he slowly pulled back. Pulling back, he thrust himself forward again, pulling at your hip with each thrust, bringing you back against him, guiding your movements to match his.
The sounds of skin slapping was heard echoing off the walls along with your whimpers and moans. You couldn't help it, getting railed from behind by your crush in a club setting where your girlfriends were probably looking for you, was kind of... exhilarating. The thought of being in a supply closet actually getting pounded into by Douchebag only heightened your feelings in the moment, moaning as he slammed himself into you, his fingers gripping your hips possessively once more.
Your moans only drove Douchebag to claim you completely, as he leaned over your back, now planting open mouthed kisses against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin with each mark. He didn't care that he was marking you, in fact it's what his entire goal was. To mark you, to show those other assholes that were with your group that you were completely off limits. Finally, he found a perfect spot on your shoulder where he sunk his teeth in, causing you to let out a sharp gasp, shutting your eyes tightly. His tongue gently licked at the bite mark now, soothing the stinging sensation, but the shock from the bite only caused you to squeeze him tighter, eliciting a deep "Fuck," from the mute.
Reaching around your front, his fingers expertly found your clit, as he began to rub in tight circles. Your legs buckled slightly from the touch, not expecting even more stimulation, but you weren't going to complain. "A-ah...! Ah...!" You cried out, nearly trembling from the overstimulation. You've never felt this way in your life, and here this man was, completely showering you with attention in every single way possible. His fingers quickened its pace, determined to get you to finish along with him.
You so badly wanted to buck your hips into his hands that were rubbing you, but his firm grip on your hip held you still in your bent over position. His grunts became much more frequent, his thrusts also increasing with speed, a sign that he was close to completely losing himself inside of you. With his fingers continuing their tight circles and never ceasing in speed, and the way that his cock was slamming into you from behind, your own thoughts clouded with pure ecstasy, there was no way you were going to last much longer either.
"P-please right... there... right there...!" You begged him, your legs beginning to tremble from the buildup.
Hearing you beg caused his hips to sputter, his thrusts longer and deeper, before he slammed himself deep within you, immediately filling your ass with ropes of cum. His cock pulsing inside of you, while you finally hit your own orgasm after feeling his warm seed fill you. You threw your head back, moaning even louder, knees buckling slightly, and panting softly. You could feel his breath coming out in short pants against the back of your neck as he held himself in you, recovering from his orgasm. Even your own breaths were coming out in soft pants, heart racing from your orgasm that he guided you through, drawing it out as his fingers slowed down, allowing it to prolong.
After a few minutes of regaining your senses as well as his own, you felt him slip out of you, the cum beginning to leak out and slip down your thighs. Douchebag delivered a sharp smack to your ass at the sight, smirking at your yelp. You turned around to look at him, wanting to scold him. However, he pulled out his phone and began to type something out on it. He then showed you his phone, where he typed out a message. 'That's for ghosting me.'
"Look I didn't mean to ghost you, I-" You began to say, but he was already typing out on his phone again, before you could even come up with some sort of excuse.
Showing his phone screen back to you, it read 'Clean up. I'll see you later.' He pulled his pants back up, and smirked at you while you were still processing what the hell was happening. The door opened and closed as he left, leaving you inside with your scrambled thoughts and cum dripped thighs.
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You found yourself awkwardly making your way back to Wendy and Bebe, who both looked equally surprised to see your state, your dress wrinkled and marks clear as day on your neck and shoulders. Their jaws nearly dropped, hickeys and a bite mark that you got while you were gone only made it the more obvious what happened while you were away after you ditched the guy in the closet.
There's no way you'd be able to explain it, aside from... Must've been 7 minutes in heaven.
Hiiii!! I never realized you had a Tumblr I've read your stuff on Ao3 and adored it lmao. Can you do a Kyle and Stan x fem reader smutshot? Where they're both trying to see who can fuck you better? Kinda like one is mean and rough and another is nice and gentle if that makes sense <3
Kyle x Stan x Reader 🌶️
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Summary: Stan and Kyle are your boyfriends, who fight over who's able to please you better. The boys end up competing, hoping to prove who's the better one in bed.
Note: All characters in my fiction are aged up unless stated otherwise. Readers are intended to be fem readers unless stated otherwise.
This work is NSFW
Word Count: 3,524
Hmmm, yes. Yes, I already have an idea for this, and I hope I won't disappoint! Writing multiple partners at a time is so wonderful, I had a lot of fun with the Peppermint Hippo alternative ending that I know this will be just as fun!
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This weekend you had thought that you'd be spending quality time with your two boyfriends Stan, and Kyle. However, it seemed like there always had to be a competition between the two of them whenever it came to your needs.
The three of you were found cuddling on your bed, you were nestled between the two boys. It was never that difficult of a task to divide your attention between the two boys in your opinion, considering the fact that the three of you were always around each other. Maybe you were in a polyamorous relationship, and the others around you didn't understand, but who cares?
Not like that mattered, you weren't able to enjoy too much peace and quiet by the sound of the two boys yet again starting another argument. You had tuned out a few bits and pieces without realizing it, as you were far too absorbed in your own thoughts.
Gripping your thigh tightly, Stan had leaned closer so he could be right in Kyle's face. Feeling the grip on your thigh had knocked you back into the real world, now focusing on what the argument was about this time. "What the fuck do you mean she likes it soft and sensual? Where's the passion, the fun?" Stan argued with Kyle, clearly you were the focus of the conversation yet again.
"What makes you think she wants to be thrown around and roughhoused like a chew toy given to a dog?" Kyle deadpanned, his hand gripping your shoulder, a slight squeeze given as he argued with Stan. It's almost like you weren't in between them, listening to them argue about your sexual preferences in bed. "Is it that hard to cherish her like a prize?"
"Can she even feel anything when you're going all slow, Kyle? This is about her feeling good, not you." Stan rolled his eyes at the redhead, clearly not understanding the point.
"At least I'm not borderline abusive." Kyle jabbed at the raven haired boy, tilting his nose up. "You're practically beating her every time it's your turn." Kyle's hand was subconsciously rubbing gentle circles against your shoulder now.
"Abusive?" Stan asked, his eyes widening slightly in shock that Kyle would even suggest such a thing. "I'm not abusive, I would never abuse Y/N! You're just pissed off that I'm able to satisfy her needs better than you."
"I didn't say you were abusive, I said borderline. God damn, use your ears for once, it won't kill you." Kyle retorted back, the boys were just bickering back and forth right over you. It was entertaining and all at first, but it gold old rather quickly as they looked like they were about to throw punches at each other at any second.
"Guys, seriously? You're fighting each other instead of asking me, and I'm literally right here." You spoke up, glaring between the two boys, who immediately shut their mouths the moment that you spoke up and put in your own two sense.
"I'll show you, I'll show you just how much Y/N likes my way better." Stan possessively grabbed your jaw, tilting your had back a little forcibly as he leaned in. His hot breath fanned against your skin, before he nipped at your neck, occasionally sucking roughly on certain parts, causing dark hickeys to form and bruise on your neck. With each time he moved to a different part of your neck to mark, you could feel he way his teeth scraped against your skin, before latching on, sucking hard once again. The slight bit of relief was felt upon each time he let go to find a new spot, the affected parts feeling warm, and pounded slightly with a familiar tenderness.
"Oh no you don't, asshole." Kyle saw this as a challenge, as he also leaned in but on the other side of your neck now, his fingers delicately tracing your collarbone as he pressed his soft, gentle lips against your skin now. His lips parted slightly as he pressed open mouthed kisses against the crook of your neck, occasionally sucking just enough to leave a smaller red mark. Kyle's tongue was felt, softly licking and soothing the lighter marks he purposefully left behind. Your skin would tingle slightly as he sucked against your skin, unlike the stinging sensation on the other side of your neck.
The contrast between the marks Kyle left and the ones Stan left were all too visible, easily being able to differentiate which of the two boys had left which hickeys on your skin. You felt yourself squirm between the two of them from the overwhelming sudden onslaught of attention on your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat, torn between allowing the boys continue their competition, or to put and end to it and assure them that you weren't complaining about either of their methods used to please you. However, this time felt much more different compared to any of the others that you'd all engaged intimately. The competition between the two, all the attention was solely on you, and you found yourself relishing in it.
Kyle's delicate fingers which once traced your collarbone were now snaking their way up, underneath your shirt, tugging the fabric up. Your naval was exposed now, the sudden air hitting your skin giving you the chills. His fingers hooked underneath the fabric, yanking your shirt over your breasts now, exposing your chest which was still covered by your bra. A rough hand grabbed a handful of your breast, squeezing as your flesh molded against his hand. On the other breast, two fingers rubbed against your bra, above where your nipple would be.
Shit. The way the two were giving you so much attention was only making you squirm even more underneath them. You could feel the wetness between your legs, just eagerly anticipating how much further this attention would go. Stan decided the attention on your neck was enough for now, as he yanked down the straps on your bra, a silent command that he wanted it off.
"Help her take it off, dumbass." Kyle grumbled against your neck, as he reached around your back, helping you unhook your bra.
"If I help her, it's going to get ripped off." Stan smirked, seeing the annoyance in Kyle's eyes.
"You better not, this is my favorite one!" You protested, but thankfully Kyle was successfully able to unlatch your bra, allowing you to slip your arms free of the straps.
"See? You guys didn't need my help." Stan commented, before he dove down, taking your nipple in his mouth, immediately swirling his tongue around it.
"Jesus Christ, you couldn't even wait a god damn second!" Kyle honestly wasn't surprised, but still felt the need to comment about Stan's eagerness. He rolled his eyes, before he moved down to your other breast, flicking his own tongue against the sensitive nipple.
Your hands instinctively moved up, raking your fingers through Stan's straight hair, and Kyle's curls. Clenching your teeth tightly, you fought desperately to avoid being too loud. However, you couldn't help that some of the moans escaping your lips were a little on the louder side, more than you'd like to admit.
Stan wasted no time in working on removing your bottoms, since Kyle had worked on your top. His fingers tugged your bottoms down, off your hips. He stopped giving attention to your breast, allowing him to use both hands in this process, as your lower half was finally revealed once the fabric was tossed aside, leaving you in your visibly dampened panties.
"Look how wet you are..." Stan smirked, pressing his middle and ring finger against your dampened panties, applying the right amount of pressure that just made you squirm. "Y/N's getting off on this, spoiled by our attention." He began to rub small circles around your clothed pussy, looking down and admiring just how wet your panties were from your arousal.
Kyle leaned over and captured your lips in a deep kiss. You couldn't help but moan against his lips while Stan's fingers applied more pressure, finding yourself rocking your hips against his fingers. Feeling your movements, Kyle pulled away to look at you, his gaze soft, filled with interest. "Moving against Stan's fingers like that, you're so cute when you squirm." He cooed.
Stan wasted no time yanking your panties to the side, slipping his middle and ring finger into your pussy with ease. Your arousal provided more than enough lubricant for his fingers to glide right in. "Fuck, you're practically dripping wet. I bet you've been wanting this, huh?" He teased you, looking up at you with his fingers pumping inside of you.
The lewd sounds of Stan's fingers plunging in and out of your pussy filled the room, along with your slight whimpers. Feeling as his fingers curled just slightly, enough to make your back arch and let out a loud moan. The feeling of his fingers curling sent a new wave of pleasure throughout your body, your thighs practically shaking with the amount of excitement and need for more.
Kyle had slid his hand down your quivering stomach now, as his own fingers made their way down to your mound, where he pushed Stan's fingers aside to rub firm, tight circles around your aching clit. Stan's fingers were knuckles deep as they thrust into you, fucking you hard and fast. "That's it sweetheart, you're taking Stan's fingers so well." Kyle assured you, his fingers continued rubbing your clit at the same tempo. "We want to make you feel so good." His breath fanned against your ear, before giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"You're getting close, aren't you?" Stan smirked slyly as he looked up at you, watching as your face contorted with pleasure. Your walls fluttering around his fingers, clenching tightly as you wanted him to continue this treatment just to get you to your edge- that climax you'd been chasing.
Kyle's fingers which once were rubbing your clit in tight circles had stopped, bringing his hand to his pants where he began to undress himself, slipping his jeans down and off his hips. Soon, Kyle's clothes were discarded, allowing his cock to stand tall and proud, so far turned on from this adventure. "Don't cum just yet, we want you to cum on our cocks... Can you do that, love?" Kyle gently pressed a kiss against your temple, you could feel his hardened cock on your hip when he leaned close.
Your teeth clenched tightly, unsure if you were able to hold back. Your hips already bucking up to seek more friction, more of Stan's fingers finger fucking you. Stan's fingers expertly worked on your aching cunt, but without warning he suddenly pulled his fingers out of you, smirking as you whimpered in protest.
"Be patient, you need to wait for us first." Stan now began to unbuckle his own pants, while Kyle positioned himself behind you, his bare chest pressed against your back while he kissed your shoulder tenderly.
"Stan, stop being mean. She's been such a good girl for us." Kyle ran his hands up your sides, before cupping the underside of your breasts, giving them a firm yet gentle squeeze. A shiver ran up your spine as he fondled, and cupped your breasts, leaning back against his chest and whimpering softly while he gave you attention.
In the meantime, Stan had finished removing his clothes completely, before laying down and roughly yanking you out of Kyle's grasp, pulling you down on top of him. A triumphant grin spread across his lips as he looked at your shocked expression. "Take a seat, princess. Let's see if you can take us both at once"
Kyle rolled his eyes, before he knelt behind you, running his fingers against your folds, using your own arousal as a lubricant while his fingers slowly found themselves rubbing around the outside of your asshole, one finger just slowly pushing inside, preparing you before he took you from behind.
You slowly found yourself lowering onto Stan's cock without even thinking about it. Your body instinctively tensed as you were stretched out. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as the tip of his cock stretched out your walls to accommodate to his size, filling your aching cunt inch by inch. You leaned forward, placing your hands on his chest, allowing Kyle to have better access from behind.
Stan's bigger hands reached up to grab onto your waist, tilting his head back slightly, as his cock slid into you with ease thanks to your arousal. "Holy shit, taking my cock so well." Stan growled in approval, feeling as his cock bottomed out inside of you.
Kyle inserted another finger, gently scissoring them to get you ready for him to take you from behind, feeling your body tense slightly as well as the pressure increasing from being filled with Stan's cock already. "Just a little more, sweetheart. You're almost ready for me." He assured you, his voice soothing, velvety, making you feel more calm and at ease with the new sensation.
You guys hadn't tried anal before, but taking them both at the same time seemed like too much of a thrill to turn down, especially the way that both of your boyfriends were already all over you. Your hair fell in front of your face as you let out a sigh, trying to relax your body and take in Kyle's longer, slender fingers.
Stan couldn't wait much longer as he began to thrust up into you, though they were shallow and soft thrusts surprisingly, as he was the one who usually was ready to take you hard and fast. "Hurry up dude, or I'm going without you." He grunted, his fingers digging deeper into your hips, pulling you down onto his cock with each shallow thrust.
A soft moan escaped your lips, feeling the shallow thrust only made you not realize the tip of Kyle's cock pressing against your asshole. Your senses were snapped back when Kyle's cock began to slide into you now. You let out a sharp gasp as he slipped inside, your back instinctively dipping, taking in Kyle's cock inch by inch.
Stan tilted his head back, groaning out loudly, feeling the pressure inside of you with Kyle's cock as it began to slide into your other hole. "Holy fuck, so perfect..." He gripped your hips even tighter, almost at a bruising state.
Kyle let out a low moan, his cock slid deeper into you. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back while he pressed a kiss against your shoulder, trying to soothe you when feeling you had tensed. "Relax, Y/N. You're doing so well... We're almost there." Kyle spoke softly, all while pressing multiple kisses against your shoulder, to the crook of your neck.
Grabbing your chin roughly, Stan forced you to look back down at him, a smirk spread across his lips. "You love it, don't you? Being filled by both of us?" He squeezed your chin a bit tighter, feeling your walls clench around him from the sudden dominance bringing you back.
Attempting to respond, once your mouth slightly opened all that spilled out was a shaky moan as Kyle began making his moves first, pulling out slowly, and thrusting back inside. "She's so perfect, she feels wonderful." He praised you, his voice muffled thanks to his lips being pressed against your shoulder blade.
Watching Kyle begin his own rhythm, Stan began to make the next move, as he thrust up into you, alternating thrusts with Kyle, their rhythms not quite matching up. Kyle's were slow and steady, while Stan was thrusting up, almost willing to pound into you if it weren't for the current position, making it slightly more awkward and difficult to maneuver in. However, you all of course made it work.
Your head lowered as you moaned a bit loudly, trembling at the feeling of both of your boyfriends filling you up with their cocks. Their paces didn't match, but God did it feel so good. "H-holy shit..." You panted softly, eyes fluttering shut, biting your lower lip in attempt to hold back from being even louder. "Fuh-Fuck, please don't stop...!" You begged, desperately.
The sound of your begs filling the room struck the two boys with pride, hearing your needy cries for their slow and gentle vs. rough and fast paces. Visibly, Stan began to have sweat slowly bead on his forehead as his hands moved to grip your ass, holding onto your flesh tightly, kneading it while his pace quickened even more. Panting, and grunting, all while abusing your tight cunt.
"F-fuck, Y/N... You love this, huh? You love being fucked senseless?" Stan panted between his words. Of course, being the one to take charge and thrust into you without abandon had only made him even more out of breath compared to Kyle. It was a surprise he had been able to last longer even with this stimulation.
"She loves being able to actually feel me, I'm sure." Kyle argued, his forehead lowering to rest against your upper back, moaning softly as he felt his cock being squeezed tightly. It didn't help that he could also feel Stan's ruthless thrusts also stimulating him between your walls.
Stan growled between his gritted teeth, pulling you down harder onto his cock, his pace much more brutal while Kyle continued his gentle thrusts, perfectly contrasting against those sensitive walls of yours.
"Ah...! Fuck...! Oh, fuck yes...!" You cried out, feeling their cocks hit every right spot that could possibly make you scream out in total ecstasy. You didn't try to even hide your moans anymore, you were letting them out loudly, allowing the two to know that they were doing more than just an excellent job.
"Falling apart on our cocks... Fuck, you're so hot..." Stan grunted.
"I think you're close, sweetheart. Squeezing so tightly..." Kyle gasped sharply.
"I can't hold back much longer...! I-I'm close, keep it up..." You begged them, gripping onto Stan even tighter now, fingers digging into his shoulders as your body moved with each other their thrusts. You began to feel that sensation in your stomach that signified you were about seconds from your own climax.
"F-Fuck, we're going to fill you so much. Dripping in our cum." Stan quickly moved his hands up from your ass, his fingers raking through your hair before pulling you down, capturing your lips into a possessive kiss, swallowing those delicious moans you were eliciting.
Kyle continued his thrusts now, his hips rolling and snapping forward to penetrate even deeper. His fingers came around your front and finding your clit, running quick tight circles. "Cum on our cocks, baby. You can do it..." He tried to coax your orgasm out, knowing he was just seconds away from blowing his load deep into your tight little ass.
"I'm... I'm cumming, I'm cumming...!" You cried out, your walls spasming around the boys cocks, your thighs and legs trembled. You could feel as their cocks throbbed inside of you after they let out their own grunts and moans, their cocks finally pumping you with their cum, long thick ropes spurting inside of you, coating your velvety walls.
The three of you collapsed onto the bed, finding yourself thoroughly satisfied, yet completely exhausted from the intense lovemaking session with your favorite boys. You were in the middle, Stan in front of you while Kyle was behind you, their strong arms both had wrapped around you. Your bodies were slick, glistening with sweat and other fluids, skin tingling from their touch and groping.
All that filled the air had been the panting from you all as you tried to catch your breaths. Kyle decided to speak up first, his voice slightly hoarse and low while his warm breath fanned against your ear. "Fuck, you're amazing, you're incredible, baby..." He kissed your temple, his hand stroking along your side soothingly.
A laugh was huffed out of Stan, as he squeezed your hip, his fingers digging into your flesh. "I still think I win. Y/N came so hard because of me." Stan smirked, triumphantly.
Kyle glared at him from over your shoulder, clearly not taking a liking to being challenged like that again. "Well she didn't say that, dumbass. You don't know." He rolled his eyes, annoyed with Stan's cockiness and assumptions that he were the only one who was good at fucking you.
And just like that, the two boys had argued again about who was able to make you feel better.
This request for Jealous David x Reader was made by Ilovecaramelmen on AO3! ""David Rodriguez x reader??? JEALOUS please. Smut fr"
Summary: You're a waitress at the now growing restaurant known as Nueva Familia. However, your coworker recently seems to have gotten a bit more protective over you?
Note: All characters in my fiction are aged up unless stated otherwise. Readers are intended to be fem readers unless stated otherwise.
This work is NSFW
Word Count: 6,495
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Today we've got ourselves a request I never see people write. There's not enough love for David! I had to give him his own chapter, thank you for the suggestion from Ilovecaramelmen on AO3!
"David Rodriguez x reader??? JEALOUS please. Smut fr"
Yes! I would love to give David some love!! My only fear is that I would absolutely have a bit of trouble with trying to get his personality down, we don't get enough screen time of him, so I'll try my best!!
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Nueva Familia. The restaurant which had become increasingly more popular after the war against the Yelp reviewers had come to an end. Once which was a strictly family-run restaurant was forced to open up positions on the South Park job listings website due to the increasing demands and business. There was far too much business for the small family to keep up with, who desperately needed more hands on deck to get through both lunch, and dinner rushes to keep the flow of customers steady. A job listing that you couldn't resist taking up, and applying towards once you laid your eyes on the new posting.
You first started off as a hostess, greeting, and guiding customers towards their tables, handing them menus and putting in their drink orders. Upon seeing your excellent work up front with the customers, the Rodriguez family figured that you would be a more suited fit for a waitress position, giving you the opportunity to not only make more money, but more tips from willing customers.
Not to brag, but maybe you were popular with the customers, well... at least one customer, in particular who would come specifically on days that you worked, at least 4-5 times a week, requesting to be seated in your section of the restaurant. This man was maybe in his late 40s, maybe early 50s at best, but was pretty adamant on seeing his favorite waitress during his lunch breaks. It was clear the man was a businessman, always coming in with a nicely pressed suit, an expensive looking tie with cufflinks to match.
"Hey, welcome back to Nueva Familia, Mr. Peters it's good to see you again!" You greeted the regular with a giggle and a smile- you immediately felt at ease with interacting with customers thanks to your charisma. "Would you like to start off with your favorite?" You offered, knowing that typically this man would order a Diet Dr. Pepper with no ice, requesting a lime in the drink as well.
"You know me well, Y/N. That's why you're my favorite." Mr. Peters winked at you, before nodding. "Take your time sweetheart, I'm going to need a few minutes to look over the menu." He spoke with a slight smug tone, watching as you walked off to retrieve that signature custom drink of his. His eyes lingering a little lower, watching as your work uniform hugged the curve of your ass.
It's not like your work uniform was anything crazy either, you typically work a black skirt with a pair of flats you felt comfortable with, paired with the red, white, and green colored work uniform blouse that the restaurant provided thanks to the inspiration from the colors of the Mexican flag. Unaware of the way he gazed at your ass, you continued to be in your element, making sure not a single cube of ice was in that drink, before quartering up a lime and placing a slice in the drink.
At a nearby table, your coworker was all to familiar with the way that Mr. Peters was, especially when it came around you. The boy scowled every time he saw the man wink at you, let alone look in your direction. The way David's blood boiled when he saw you flash your adorable smile at this older gentleman was enough to send him into a jealous rampage in his own mind. As the boy cleaned the nearby table, stacking dirty plates, cups, and silverware in the bin he carried, he couldn't help but notice the way that Mr. Peters was watching you.
David's teeth clenched tightly as he watched you come back with Mr. Peters drink, your innocent smile on your lips and you placed the drink in front of the older man. "Diet Dr. Pepper, just how you like it! You need a few more minutes, or are you ready to order now?" You reached into your apron that tied around your waist, handing him a straw. Mr. Peters purposefully reached out to brush his fingers against yours as he retrieved the straw, a slight cocky smirk on his lips.
"What's your favorite thing on the menu, doll?" Mr. Peters asked you, his voice low as he leaned closer towards you. "I'll try whatever you like, I bet you've got good taste." The man complimented already, clearly trying to hit on you without even being subtle about it.
"Well, if I were the one to order, I'd get... (your choice Mexican food entrée)." While you were talking about what you would personally order, you reached over and pointed on his open menu, the picture of the item you were describing. "It's my favorite, I really like to eat it on the days that I'm able to take a lunch hopefully you'll like it!" You spoke enthusiastically, not realizing that your responses and behavior could easily be making Mr. Peters believe that you were flirting back with him.
Not only did Mr. Peters enjoy the way you spoke to him, your happy and optimistic tone, but David also was under the idea that you were also flirting back with this man, this older man who clearly had ulterior motives. David took his bin back to the dish pit, unable to watch your interaction with the older regular customer any more, cursing in Spanish as he walked through the double doors.
Soon after, you came back through the same double doors which lead into the kitchen, as you placed the order ticket on the chef's station, where David returned to after he placed the dishes in the kitchen to the sink where his mother was already working on a pile leftover from the brunch dishes. David went to wash his hands in the nearby sink, before checking out the order ticket you placed down in his section, and getting straight to the order.
"Is your dad not in today?" You asked David as he started up the order, who shook his head in response, trying to talk to you while he was preparing the dish.
"Nah, he's gotta' run to the Supermercado. The tomatoes from the produce order weren't enough to keep up with salsa orders, so he had to make an emergency run." David responded quickly, wiping his brow as he expertly flipped and mixed the food in the pan, flicking his wrist as the bits of food flung in the air, turning and landing perfectly. It seems like he'd taken after his father after all these years working in the family restaurant.
"You're getting more and more talented each day, that's so impressive!" You smiled, complimenting David's work as he seemed to just be a natural in the kitchen. Usually his father would be the one cooking the food, and he'd be the bus boy just cleaning tables, and bringing dishes back. However, with the tomato shortage, it looks like David was picking up the slack on both ends. Thankfully, his mother was there to keep up on dishes and try to finish them before the dinner rush started.
"Gracias, hermosa." David smiled softly to himself, not immune to your charm. Especially when you flashed him that smile of yours. He knew you didn't know what 'hermosa' meant, using that to his advantage to as long as he possibly could. "What's with that Mr. Peters dude anyways, he know you or something?"
"Oh, Mr. Peters?" You ask, tilting your head slightly as you responded. "He just seems to like coming here often, maybe your guys' food is really good. I mean- it is good, but maybe he in particular loves Mexican food?" You tried to make sense of the reasoning for Mr. Peters' continuous visits. "I've never seen him in of the other server sections though, just mine."
David deadpanned, glancing over at you over his shoulder, before going back to plating the dish he just finished cooking for the customer. Truthfully, when you first joined the Nueva Familia crew, the boy was immediately struck by your charm. He's never really socialized with many around here, aside from the very few at school. Girls around didn't really seem to catch his attention, it was always the same old, same old. However, you were like a breath of fresh air upon gracing him with your presence as first hostess, now waitress.
When you were a hostess, you weren't able to really interact with David much, considering you never had to go to the kitchen where the majority of his time was spent at the restaurant. The only times you'd see each other was when passing by to bring a group to their table, and he'd be able to flash you a small smile, a slight wave before you both went back to work. The boy was ecstatic to hear that you were going to accept the position of being a hostess, meaning you'd have more chances to run into each other throughout each shift.
Of course the two of you had each other's phone numbers, mainly to keep in touch about the work schedule, or talk about work-related situations. He'd be able to message you freely, there was nothing stopping him... except for himself. David's never tried hitting on a girl before, it was never really something he was interested in, something he'd never thought of.
"David?" You tried to snap him out of his slight daze, seeing that he was nearly about to spill the food that he was attempting to transfer from pan to the colorful plate. "David, you're going to spill!" You watched him, eyes going slightly wide, raising your voice slightly when realizing he was staring off into space.
The boy shook his head quickly, before regaining his senses, immediately fixing his mistake and plating the food properly. "Just be careful around that guy, he's... really up to no good." He tried to suggest, attempting to hide his jealousy through gritted teeth. Between the jealousy and his protective instincts, he just wanted to make sure you were ok.
"Thank you, David!" You smiled brightly at him, before you grabbed the warm plate of food, and walked out of the kitchen, ready to serve it to Mr. Peters. You walked between the double doors, before his mother turned around and placed a hand on her hip, looking at her son.
"You sure you're not hiding something from me, mijo?" Mrs. Rodriguez asked, a slight skeptical tone in her voice as she arched a brow at her son, curious about his recent difference in attitude around you.
David felt his cheeks flush slightly, before shaking his head and glaring at his mother. "No mama. Er- one of our regulars are weird, but..." He rubbed the back of his neck, before shifting his gaze between the double kitchen doors, and back at his mother. "Just making sure our crew is safe, you know?"
"I'm not stupid, son." His mother turned back to the dishes, scrubbing each one with precision, immediately rinsing them and putting them to dry. "She's not going to catch on to... whatever attempt at flirting that was." She admits bluntly, not taking her eyes off the dishes this time.
"Ma!" David felt his face burn even more, completely embarrassed. "Stop! You don't know what it's like!" He crossed his arms over his chest, quickly glancing at the double doors, hoping to God that you weren't listening. Upon seeing you were nowhere near the kitchen, allowed him to release a sigh of relief.
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David's fingers hovered over the screen of his phone, as he looked at your name, and number from having your contact information pulled up. He never could put together why you made him feel this way, but his heart was already racing in his chest just thinking about talking to you when it wasn't work-related.
With a deep sigh, he shook his head and opened up a new message, his fingers moving on their own as he typed out.
'Hey, would you like some company walking home from work tomorrow? I couldn't help but notice you walked, it's probably boring.' Wow David, great first message. He internally scolded himself, but it was far too late- it's already been sent.
A few minutes of silence had passed, before you responded to his text message, causing his heart to leap in his chest. He saw the notification pop up on his screen, stopping what he was doing to pay immediate attention to your response.
"Sure! I could always use some company, that's so sweet of you!" Was your response to his first text message, and it was enough to make the boy's heart flutter again. You called him sweet, and it just made his night.
'Then, I'll see you tomorrow, hermosa? Sleep well!' He quickly responded back, not wanting to make you stay up late by having to talk to him. Besides, he needed to work on how he was going to try and get closer to you on your walk home from work tomorrow.
"For sure, I'll see you tomorrow. Have a good night!" You replied back, it was obvious that your usual optimism and cheerful demeanor was even seen through the text messages.
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Back at work the next day, was the same routine. Mr. Peters would be there for his lunch break, wearing his pressed suit, and clearly checking you out whenever you walked away from his table. The problem was, Mr. Peters wasn't even trying to be subtle about it anymore, he was deliberately going out of his way sometimes to lean over his booth, and check you out.
Arriving back to Mr. Peters' table, you handed him his usual Diet Dr. Pepper, no ice, and a lime wedge inside just the way he liked it. Before you could even ask what he wanted to order, the man had flashed you a rather smug smirk, leaning back and looking up at you. "Say, doll. I couldn't help but wonder, is a pretty girl like you free after work? I know a really good spot outside of town, where they serve the finest of cuisine. Much better than this cheap Mexican stuff."
You placed the drink down in front of him, before reaching a hand in your apron that wrapped around your waist, and handing him his straw. Tilting your head softly, you couldn't help but wonder if he was being serious.
David stopped in his tracks, hearing this question. His face immediately burning with rage, anger, his fingers twitching with annoyance as he was mid reaching out for a dirty glass on a nearby table he was cleaning.
"Boys your age are far too immature, Y/N. Unlike them, I'm mature, a grown man. I could treat you nice, take you out and shower you with expensive gifts, give you an expensive purse you might've always wanted?" Mr. Peters smirk was almost predatory now. "I have a career, a luxury car, and maybe... I'll let you see more."
David clenched a glass so hard he thought he was going to shatter it from the sheer amount of strength he used to grip it. Mr. Peters words were like venom to his ears, stirring the anger and jealousy all within his veins. It took everything within the boy to not pop off, and start cursing out the wealthy businessman right here, and now for even daring to try to hit on you. What didn't help, was the fact that you were standing there, not only acknowledging this, but that damn cute giggle of yours? Oh, that was it for David.
After hearing you giggle, David grabbed his tub of dirty dishes, before storming towards the back of the kitchen, through the double doors, and pushing his way through them. Setting the tub down with force, causing his parents to jump with shock, the sudden slam from the dishes had startled them.
"David, what the hell has gotten into you?!" Mr. Rodriguez asked, with a scolding tone, trying to get his son's behavior under control. He knew David had a tendency to get angry real quick when something arose.
"I need to go on my lunch break early." The boy refused to even talk about what had pissed him off. He stormed out of the back of the restaurant, getting a breath of fresh air, before kicking the dumpster in the back.
Meanwhile...
"I really appreciate the offer, Mr. Peters." You finally were able to get your words together, unaware of the turmoil that was happening within David, or the anger and jealousy he went through from just hearing this conversation. "But, I don't think it would be appropriate for me to allow a customer to get this close to me. I'm flattered, though!" You tried your best to reject the older man nicely, keeping that smile on your lips.
"I think you should reconsider your rejection, doll." Mr. Peters answered in a rather cryptic tone, one that you haven't really heard from him before. Your heart sank slightly, but you immediately brought your smile back, trying to perform the best you possibly could for your customer.
"Mr. Peters, do you know what you'd like to order now?" You asked politely, trying to change the subject. This was really making you uncomfortable, and you really wanted to push the conversation back towards a more customer to service worker conversation.
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After your shift that day, you clocked out, and walked through the double doors leading to the kitchen, searching for David. Frowning slightly to yourself, you didn't initially see David, but you saw the coworker of yours that was to replace his spot for the evening shift.
"Have you seen David?" You asked the coworker, looking around again to see if you could spot the familiar boy. "I haven't seen him since the lunch rush..." You mentioned, looking back at the coworker who was still in the process of clocking in for the evening.
"He left out the back door a few minutes ago, seemed pretty ticked." The other coworker shrugged, before putting his hairnet on and getting straight to work.
You quickly made your way out the back door, which would lead you to the parking lot of the restaurant. Glancing between the left and the right, you tried to see if maybe David was within sight, but he sadly wasn't.
From David's perspective, he was slowly walking down the sidewalk, hands in his pant pockets, kicking a rock as his thoughts swirled around his head. Anger, jealousy, annoyance, all of the above was just racking his brain. He paused as he walked, looking back over his shoulder at the restaurant he wasn't really even far from, realizing that this probably was a dick move.
David took in a deep breath before letting out a sigh, and turned back in the direction towards the restaurant. "God damn it." He muttered to himself, hoping to make it back towards the restaurant before you clocked out for the day. Picking up the pace, David quickly walked back, regret and concern etched on his face as he searched for your familiar silhouette in the parking lot.
Finally reaching the parking lot, he saw that you were turned away, approached by a familiar Mr. Peters. The older gentleman wasting no time as he approached you, his strides long, eating the distance between the two of you. David quickly hurried, already his protective instincts screaming at him as he went to get you out of a possibly dangerous situation.
"Y/N darling, it looks like you're all alone." Mr. Peters grinned, a flicker of predatory instincts glossed over his eyes as he approached you. "You sure you want to reject me, again?" He asked in a lower tone now, standing directly behind you.
David was close enough to hear that you'd actually rejected the man earlier, making him realize how much of a jerk he really was for abandoning you when you were supposed to be walking home together. His heart ached, and he wanted to beg for your forgiveness for the outburst he had, but right now wasn't the time for this. David immediately came up to the both of you, yanking you by the hand, his body moving on his own as he interlocked your hands together.
"There you are, hermosa." David thought quick on his feet, tugging your hand, creating little distance between you two. "Sorry Mr. Peters, but my girlfriend and I have already had plans to walk together after work. Right, Y/N?"
Girlfriend? You thought to yourself, slightly confused, but couldn't deny the slight leap you felt in your chest upon his hand finding yours, intertwining your fingers in a somewhat intimate-like manner. Looking between David and Mr. Peters, you could see that the older gentleman looked like he was about to throw a fit when hearing this.
You felt a squeeze on your hand, David glancing back at you, as if silently pleading with you to go along with it to help you get yourself out of this rapidly escalating problem. It took you a moment, before you finally caught onto his silent plea. Looking back at Mr. Peters, you flashed him an apologetic smile, still trying to be nice about this regardless of how uncomfortable you currently felt.
"I was looking for you." You responded back to David, at least there was some truth in your word. In return, he gave you a silent apology. "I was starting to think that you'd ditched me." You frowned slightly, before looking at Mr. Peters. "Well, I hope to see you again at our restaurant soon, my boyfriend and I have plans tonight, but I appreciate your offer in driving me home." You continued to be polite.
"Boyfriend?" Mr. Peters asked, his tone dark and low as he glared at David, a clear dislike for the boy. "Didn't know you had a boyfriend, sweetheart." He took a step back, clearly seeming like he's unable to do much more at this current progression.
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Even after Mr. Peters had left, you still felt the warmth of David's fingers intertwined with yours, his hand still holding yours. You watched as the man had gotten far enough away before you were comfortable taking your eyes off him, and looking over at David.
"Boyfriend, huh?" You asked him, arching a brow, looking back down at the intertwined hands. You found it adorable, how he immediately caught on to how he was still holding onto your hand, retracting it quickly with a face burning bright red.
"I was just doing what I had to, make sure that creep Mr. Peters didn't try to kidnap you or something." David avoided eye contact with you, the red on his face darkening with the more he thought about how close the two of you were just moments ago.
"Uh-huh, right..." You teased him, giggling at his reaction. His heard leapt in his chest as he heard your giggle. God that giggle was something he swears he could never get tired of hearing. The boy felt his neck and ears burning with embarrassment and blush.
"Listen, I think we should maybe hang out now, you know? I don't know if that Mr. Peters guy is going to be deterred so easily, you definitely need someone to keep you safe." David insisted, trying to find any way or excuse to hang out with you more, aside from walking you to your house.
Finding his attempt to be subtle was adorable, finding his nervousness around you to be an endearing trait of the boy. You smiled and nodded, motioning towards the direction of your house. "My parents are still going to be at work until the late evening, we can watch some scary movies, and hang out if you'd like?" You offered, hooking your arm comfortably around his, gently tugging him in the direction towards your street.
David found himself following along, in a slight daze with a goofy grin on his lips. He couldn't believe that his cute coworker was inviting him to her house, especially after the whole incident in the parking lot earlier, he was relieved you weren't upset with him for referring to you as his 'girlfriend' to get Mr. Peters to back off. On the way to your place, David listened as you talked about all the movies you two could watch, and how you wanted to show off how comfortable your new blanket was, it seemed like everything was moving so quickly.
From being coworkers who smiled, nodded, and waved to at work, turned to a hand holding, locked arms trip to your house, where he was now finding himself walking inside after you unlocked the front door with your key. The thrill of being in your house was one thing, but it was another thrill; a different feeling that surged through him as he thought about the way that it was going to be the two of you. Alone.
The boy mentally slapped himself, attempting to bring his thoughts back to reality- you were coworkers, and were going to watch movies. That's all this was going to be, just watching movies... Alone, in your bedroom. He looked everywhere that wasn't you, pretending to admire the decor of the house, but realistically he was nearly sweating bullets with how quickly the tables had turned. His heart raced when you tugged his arm towards the staircase, presumably where your room would be located.
"Come on, I've got a few movies in mind. I'll let you choose!" You giggled, a bright smile across your lips as you ascended the stairs with him, gesturing towards the first door on the left- your bedroom.
David mentally prepared himself, never been inside a girls room alone before, let alone a cute girl like you. "Damn, looks way better than my room." He couldn't help but compliment, taking in the decor of your room, the aesthetic you set up. "Mines pretty damn boring, maybe you could help me with mine sometime." He teased, trying to ease himself into the foreign situation.
"Yeah, I'd love to!" You agreed with a nod of your head, before walking towards the television you had mounted on your wall. Underneath was a few DVD's that you had which must've been classics, favorites that you were able to watch over, and over again. "So here's my small collection that I'll let you choose from. Unless you're too scared." You decided to poke fun, testing the waters with David to see how he'd react.
David couldn't help but chuckle slightly, and roll his eyes playfully in return as he walked over, sifting through the DVDs that you were talking about. He thoughtfully looked over the selection, before picking out one of the more paranormal inspired movies, a supernatural movie was perfect to settle the nerves between the two of you, right?
Finally you had the movie playing, and you found yourself kicking your shoes off, so you can sit on the bed, leaning against the headrest of your bed, while your pillows had given you and David a cushion of support for your backs. Sitting beside him felt... right, normal. It felt normal, like you should've been sitting beside him this entire time.
About half an hour into the movie, you shifted a little closer, rather subtly before feeling the warmth between your shoulders, as your bodies pressed against each other. From the corner of your eye you swear you could see him swallow thickly, beginning to have trouble keeping his concentration on the movie. His fingers twitched slightly at his side, before he slowly moved his hand to brush against yours, seeming to also test the waters. When you didn't recoil your hand, you felt the tremble of his fingers against your skin, gently resting his hand above yours.
"You getting scared of the movie?" You asked softly, knowing damn well that it wasn't the movie causing the boy to tremble. However, it's not like you were going to be straight up blunt, and ask if it was the tension between the two of you that only continued to grow with each passing second.
"N-no..." He admitted, turning his head to meet your gaze, and that's when your eyes met. "I... always thought you were really pretty, Y/N." David confesses, clearly out of his element with his heart on his sleeve, completely and utterly at your mercy.
There was a thick silence in the air between you two after his confession, the longer the both of you continued to gaze into one another's eyes, the closer the distance between your faces began to come to a close. Without a moment of hesitation, your lips met in a gentle, tender kiss. Your lips were on each other's for a few seconds, before he pulled away with burning cheeks. "Woah.." Was really all he could say, before you closed the gap between you two again.
Your hand cupped the side of his cheek as your kiss was still on the more gentle side, but soon evolved to something that was ignited by a burning passion deep within. Your fingers delicately splayed out against his cheek, a surprised gasp escaped your lips when he gently placed his hand on your thigh.
Upon hearing your gasp, you felt his hand quickly move away, worried that he'd crossed a boundary. Not even having to break the kiss, you guided his hand back to your own body, but this time bringing his hand to your chest. Once his palm made contact with your breast, his fingers squeezed instinctively, eliciting a soft grunt from his throat in approval.
Seeing that you were reacting well to the touching, the kissing... David felt more comfortable, as he gently guided you back down onto the bed, climbing on top of you, caging you in as he continued to kiss you. This allowed your hands to make their way up the back of his neck, gently tugging at his dark strands of hair, moans muffled by the way your lips never ceased to leave one another.
However, the both of you needed air. Pulling away and panting softly, David placed gentle kisses and nibbles down the side of your neck. His lips peppering warm kisses against your skin, making you arch your back and bite your bottom lip in response. "David..." You felt his name leave your mouth without even thinking about it. He groaned against your skin, hips jerking forward in response to your breathless call of his name.
"Y/N... Tell me to stop, before I can't." David looked down at you, an almost pleading look in his eyes. The possessiveness in his gaze told you everything- he needed you, and he wasn't going to stop until you were his. "I've wanted this for so long, I don't know if I can hold back."
You gently cupped his cheeks, your eyes softening as you tried to reassure him. "I don't want you to stop."
"God damn it, Y/N." David cursed under his breath, feeling his cock throb in his jeans just from how soft and gentle you were with him. It was enough to make him ache, he needed to be freed, but wanted to desperately take his time with you. He's dreamt of this moment, to take you away from all the other competition out there, especially from that god damn creep known as Mr. Peters. He knew damn well that old creep wanted you like this, and it only fueled David even further.
He latched onto your neck, sucking a little roughly. When his lips left your skin, you felt a slight sting, his eyes watching as he finally marked you- a sign that you were his. This seemed to finally make his jealousy simmer slightly, but god damn his mark looked really good on you... His lips latched onto another part of your neck, sucking roughly and forming another mark.
"David, please-!" You begged, feeling your hips rock up against his, unable to handle the way that he was marking you, grinding his hips against you. Impatiently, you reached down to find the button of his jeans, unbuttoning them, and easily flicking down the zipper.
David buried his face against the crook of your neck, groaning as he felt the slight pressure from the confines of his jeans become slightly easier to tolerate thanks to the opening. Reaching his own hands down, he used one to shimmy his pants off. Once his pants were off, he used that now free hand to tug your own bottoms off, his eyes meeting yours before flickering down to see just how much you also wanted this, the evidence being the wet spot on your panties.
"Holy shit, hermosa." He commented, his fingers finding their way under your panties, impatiently rubbing against your wetness before he even slid your panties down. His warm breaths fanned across your neck as he gently rubbed his fingers between your folds, just feeling the way you were absolutely moist for him.
Your hips bucked up against his hand, seeking more friction. A low whine escaping your lips as he sunk his fingers in further, prodding his index and middle finger against your willing hole. Sliding in with ease, his fingertips sunk into your pussy, eliciting the most delicious moan out of your mouth. Arching your back, your hands grasping onto his shirt as his fingers worked inside of you, gasping sharply once he'd curled his fingers ever so slightly inside of you.
Your reactions was absolutely everything David had needed to know he was doing something right, fingers pumping in and out of your pussy, rhythmically keeping pace while he began to lift your shirt, exposing your abdomen, then finally your breasts. Gazing in awe for a few moments before leaning in and pressing his lips against your bra, peppering kisses until finally paying attention to where a nipple would be, where he gently flicked his tongue out in a teasing manner.
"F-fuck...! David, please...!" You gasped sharply, his fingers never taking a moment to stop. Two could play at that game, so you reached one of your hands down to bring against his front, gently palming at the hardened cock. Your fingers hooked around his waistband, tugging down his boxers to allow his cock to spring up, out of its confines.
The feeling of his freed cock made David groan, especially when you curled your fingers around his shaft, and began to play with him. "I'm sorry hermosa, I need you. Now." He pulled his fingers out of you, unable to take it any longer. His cock was throbbing painfully with need, tip leaking with precum as he gently guided himself towards your folds. Gently rubbing his head against your wetness, coating the tip with your slick before sinking even further inside of you.
The way his cock slid into you, molding your walls to accommodate to his size was enough to make you gasp sharply. Your body craved more of him, your hips trying to meet his as he sunk himself deeper into you, finally burying himself all the way in.
"Fuck." David commented, pausing for a moment to enjoy the feeling of your walls squeezing him. "You feel so good." He grit his teeth tightly, pulling out slightly before slamming himself back into you, his possessiveness overriding any other thought, finally getting to have you at your most vulnerable position. The way you trusted him to be so intimate with you like this, made him feel even more prideful that he was the one able to do this to you, make you wiggle, squirm under him, a moaning mess. Nobody else, just him. Just the two of you in the heat of the moment.
"K-Keep going, just like... That...!" You whimpered underneath him, holding onto him ever so tightly with your arms around his neck. Your face burned with blush, as the air filled with the sounds of your skin slapping against each other. Your whimpers and comments made him go even faster, feeling the immediate difference between the paces.
Since your arms were around his neck, you pulled his face closer to yours while he thrust into you, allowing you to share a more intimate kiss, as your tongues met one another, tasting each other, in the most intimate way. With how wet you were, he was able to glide in and out with ease.
His hips continued rocking into you, before he broke the kiss and pulled back, sitting on his heels. You could've sworn you saw a slight mischievous glint in his eye as he looked back at you, clearly plotting something.
You looked in confusion, watching as he grabbed ahold of your leg, turning you slightly to your side, bringing your leg to lock over his shoulder while he finally hit you at a deeper angle. You cried out in pleasure, feeling as his cock reached even deeper than before, driving you closer and closer to your edge. "O-oh fuck...!" You couldn't believe how deep he was, filling every inch possible.
David doubled down his efforts, now that he was even deeper inside of you, pushing the both of you towards your impending climax. "Th-that better, hermosa?" He asked, breathlessly, refusing to stop his current pace.
"David...! Fuck, David don't stop...!" You begged him, your voice hoarse from all the moaning, the noises you've made this entire time thanks to him. "I'm... close...!" You tried to warn him between your own panting.
"M-Me too..." David admitted, as you felt his thrusting become longer, deeper and harder strokes before his hips sputtered slightly, slamming deep into you. "Fuck!" He panted heavily, his ropes of cum coating your walls. His cock throbbed deep inside of you as he gave you a creampie, waiting it out while your walls spasmed around his throbbing cock, milking him for every last drip of cum he had.
The both of you were a panting mess, before he gently lowered your leg, and collapsed on top of you, gently pressing kisses against your forehead as the two of you attempted to come down from your highs. You nuzzled your face against his neck, before you spoke. "David. What does... hermosa mean?" You asked him softly.
A soft chuckle escaped his lips before he pulled back and looked you in the eye, his gaze soft and causing you to melt on the spot. "It means beautiful." He admitted, his eyes never leaving yours, waiting for your reaction.
Your eyes widened slightly as you finally realized what he'd been doing this entire time with his little comments.
He'd been calling you beautiful since you first started at Nueva Familia.
Summary: Butters gets grounded by his parents, causing his phone to get taken, as well as no outside interaction from his friends. Unable to take the separation, you sneak in through his window to see him.
Note: All characters in my fiction are aged up unless stated otherwise. Readers are intended to be fem readers unless stated otherwise.
This work is NSFW
Word Count: 3,375
You opened the window from your bedroom, and looked down at the ground, seeing the distance between the second floor and the ground outside. You gulped softly, before you looked in front of you, seeing the tree that was between your front yard and Butters' yard. The tree had long and thick branches that extended close enough between the both of your windows. With ease, you grabbed onto the window for support before sticking a foot out, and resting it on the tree branch. As you gained proper footing on the tree branch, you gripped onto the above branch tightly, maintaining your balance.
With caution and ease, you took slow and steady steps across the branch, and climbed up on the branch that extended out towards Butters' bedroom window. You smirked deviously as you held out a hand, and knocked a few times on the window, seeing that it startled the poor boy. His eyes went wide as he jumped from his bed, and opened the window to talk to you.
"Y-Y/N this is dangerous, what if you fall...!" Butters was concerned for your safety now. "You're going to hurt yourself, get the hell in here." He reached out and grabbed you by your waist, helping guide you to his open window now, slowly allowing you to kneel and crawl through the window space. He helped you down, and pulled you into a tight embrace before you could even properly stand.
"I couldn't help it, I missed you way too much..." You whispered, not wanting to alert Butters' parents and get him in trouble for having company over. "I just had to see you, I know you'll be out of your prison cell soon, but I can't wait much longer." You returned the tight hug. "You don't even have your phone, I can't text you."
"I missed you too, you have no idea how much I've just wanted to see you." Butters also kept his voice down in a whispering tone. He looked you deep in your eyes, before pressing his lips against yours, and running his hands down to your sides now, pulling your body closer to his.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled your body closer, wanting to deepen your so far passionate and innocent kiss. His hands gently ran up and down your sides, not being able to really decide just where they wanted to rest. You felt his hands trail lower past down your hips now, and he ran them down to your ass, grabbing tightly. As you pulled away you couldn't help but let out a quiet moan.
As you pulled away from his lips, he trailed soft kisses down your cheek, along your jawline, and down to your neck. He continued to squeeze tightly onto your ass as he pressed open mouthed kisses against your neck. You felt blush tinting your cheeks as he overwhelmed you with his affection. Without him saying a word, he took a seat on his bed and pulled you on top of his lap.
Without realizing, you were straddled on his lap now, your hands caressing his jawline as you pressed your mouth against his again. He softly ran his tongue along your lips as he begged for access inside of your mouth, but you were stubborn and didn't allow him. A soft smirk spread across your lips as you felt him try to beg for access, but you wanted to be as difficult as possible, make him work for it.
Butters had other ideas in mind, and removed a hand off your ass, before smacking it a little rough, squeezing it tightly again after giving a smack. This causes you to open your mouth instinctively to let out a gasp from the sudden sharp pain on your rear. He took advantage of this, and explored your mouth with his tongue. Poking and prodding, his tongue explored your mouth, and softly rubbed against your own.
As your heated kiss progressed longer, you were able to feel something begin to poke you. You pulled away from the kiss slowly, and couldn't help but smirk deviously. "Is someone happy to see me?" you teased him, softly and ever so agonizingly slow, you swayed your hips against his boner.
He bit the bottom of his lip tightly as he inhaled sharply, the friction against his boner was way too much for him to handle. "D-don't move like that, you'll make it worse..." He shut his eyes tightly as he tried to maintain a calmer composure. There's no way he could take you to pound town without it getting noisy and his parents finding out.
"Oh, you don't like my body on yours?" You purse your lips slightly, almost seeming to pout at his comment. You smirked deviously as you slipped off of his lap, and were able to get a full view of the bulge in his crotch area. Without giving him a chance to stand or cover himself, you got down to your knees, in front of him and pressed the tip of your index finger against the hardness in his pants. "Oh my~" You cooed softly.
"Y-Y/N, please...-" Butters whimpered softly as he watched you rub soft circles against the sensitive area now. He had a deep red blush tinting his cheeks, just watching as you inched your fingers close to his pant button. Without much hassle, you unbuttoned his pants, and pulled the zipper down, slowly freeing the erection they were hiding.
A soft smirk spread across your lips as you tugged on his pant legs, shimmying them down his hips and yanking them completely off. Now his boner was able to expose itself more as his boxers weren't as restricting as his pants were. "Well these are in the way too, hm?" You spoke softly, before hooking your fingers into the waistline of the boxers and yanking them down slowly.
You watched carefully as the boxers were pulled down low enough to allow his boner to spring up, free from the restriction of his boxers now, too. Without wasting more time, you pulled his boxers down his legs and tossed them to the side where his pants were at now too. You hummed softly before pressing your index finger against his shaft, very slowly trailing your finger up and down the warmth of his cock.
Butters shuddered and held back a whine as you were so slow and how delicate your touches were. You moved your body closer between his legs, and moved your face closer now, sticking your tongue out against his shaft and licking a very slow, and soft streak up to the tip. Up and down, you ran your tongue in slow and teasing lines against his shaft, just getting him ready before you were going to really show him what you were capable of.
Changing the pace now, you pressed a soft kiss against the tip, before parting your mouth over it, and delicately swirling your tongue against the head. With this, you could feel him twitch as he already began to pre. Then, you pushed your mouth deeper onto his cock, trying to take in as much as you could, all while making a sucking motion. Up and down, you bobbed your head at first at a slow pace, but randomly increasing the speed when he least expected it.
"H-holy shit, f-fuck..." He spoke softly under his tone, his breath hitching as he tried to hold back on making noise. "It feels s-so good... Just like that." He told you, shutting his eyes tightly as he tried to hold back again, not wanting to cum so early.
Now that his cock was nicely lubricated with your saliva, you pulled away from it and reached your hand up to softly grab onto his shaft. You made a stroking motion at the bottom of his shaft as you gave soft kisses against the head. Between kissing and licking the head of his cock, and the stroking at the base, he involuntarily began to buck his hips, not wanting you to stop.
However, without warning, there was a knocking heard on Butters' door. His eyes went wide as he quickly turned around, and yanked the blanket that sat at the edge off his bed, and covered you, as well as his lap. Thankfully with the position you two were in, his back was already towards the door, and he was facing the window, so you didn't have to move from your spot, just stay still.
Stephen opened the door not too long after he knocked a few times, and stood in the doorway now, seeing that his son was on the edge of his bed, facing the window. "I just wanted to let you know that your mother and I were going to be headed out to dinner in a few minutes... What are you doing?"
"Oh... n-nothing, dad I'm just looking out the window and contemplating life." Butters quickly tried to lie so that Stephen wouldn't get curious and walk over to see what he was really doing.
Unfortunately, you were feeling a little adventurous and wanted to hear Butters have to hide his moans and not be obvious while someone else was around. You smirked deviously as you opened your mouth, and fit his cock inside again, running your tongue against the vein that traveled up his shaft, which seemed to make him react alright.
Butters whimpered as he tried to contain himself, but there's no way that he could keep that one held back. As punishment, he pushed down on your head from outside of the blanket, causing his cock to ram deep into your throat, but he didn't let you back up, no he held you there.
"Are you... crying?" Stephen definitely heard the whimper from Butters, and must've mistaken it for him crying.
"Y-yeah dad, I-I'm sorry..." Butters tried to speak, but felt as your saliva was just dripping down his cock and balls, making him want to go absolutely feral. "I-I won't bother you with my crying, sorry sir."
"Well, we're going to be headed out now... So, you're not allowed to leave the house. We'll see you later tonight, son." Stephen finished off the conversation, and shut the door as he left the room now. Holy shit, he didn't suspect a thing!
Butters reached a hand under the blanket, and got a fist full of your hair, as he yanked your head off his cock, allowing you to breathe now. You felt blush burning your cheeks as you panted, trying to catch your breath after having to hold it from being forced down. His gaze was stern, and his face was burning with blush as he stared you deep in your eyes. "You're such a bad girl, Y/N. I don't think I can let that kind of behavior go... unpunished..." He spoke in a devious tone now. "You heard that my parents were leaving, so you're shit out of luck."
Your heart leapt in your chest as he suddenly had a change in mood. You couldn't help but want to melt in his arms as he was taking charge now, and guided your head back to his cock, expecting you to finish sucking him off. "Finish what you've started." He commanded you now, pushing the tip against your lips.
Without wanting to disappoint him, you parted your lips and opened your mouth to suck on his cock again. This change in attitude has gotten you so turned on, and the fact that you were getting him excited was making you want attention too. However, you didn't want to stop until he came, so your fingers had other ideas in mind. You slid your fingers down your pants and under your panties, as you softly ran your middle and ring finger against your clit, and occasionally between your lower lips. You moaned against his cock as you were pleasuring him, and yourself at the same time now.
With his hand still gripping onto your hair, he was the one to set the pace of your sucking, guiding it up and down as he also thrust his cock deep into your mouth. He grunted, and groaned with each thrust, knowing it was just causing him to only reach closer, and closer to a climax. It just felt way too good, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to prolong it. You felt his thrusting get a little more erratic as he must've been close now. He pressed your head deep against his cock, shoving the full length in, and held it there as he came.
You felt as the thick and warmth of his cum filled your mouth and trailed down your throat, forcing you to swallow as he didn't allow you to move your head until he was finished. He allowed you to lift your head back up when he finished cumming, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to show that you swallowed every last drop.
"Wow, you really swallowed it all, huh? Now you're being a good girl." He removed his hand from your hair and trailed his thumb against your jawline ever so gently now. "I'm sorry, Y/N but you still have to be punished for earlier, I just can't let that slide." He shook his head softly, and got off the bed, pushing you to the floor.
He saw that you had a hand down your pants, and gasped. "Did... I give you permission to touch yourself?" He grabbed your wrist, and forcefully yanked it out from your pants. He watched as you gulped, and shook your head softly. "Well, I'm not sure what to do with you, you seem like you're just trying to purposefully push my buttons." He sighed, and hooked his fingers into your pants and panties at the same time, yanking them both off at once.
Butters reached two fingers down, as he rubbed them against your clit in a circular motion, swapping between circular and up/down motion. He didn't even need to lubricate his fingers, you were just already that wet. "You got this excited just from pleasing me?" He almost seemed impressed, as he continued to tease your clit with his fingers.
You arched your back and moaned as you ran a hand up to your breast, grasping onto it a little tightly from the sudden surge of satisfaction you were feeling, getting so close to your orgasm. However, you weren't allowed to reach that peak as Butters quickly removed his fingers, and stopped his motion. He saw you were close, and wasn't about to let you finish.
"W-wait, no...!" You tried to shoot your hands down to finish off an orgasm, but Butters had beat you and grabbed onto your wrists, and pinned them above your head. He hovered above you now, in a straddling position as he kept your arms above your head. "Please... P-please..." You whimpered softly, the uncomfortable feeling of being left at the top was agonizing you.
"I'm sorry, Y/N but I told you I had to punish you." He reminded you, as he reached under his bed, and retrieved a belt. "I'm sure you'll be a good girl after I teach you to obey my word, right?" He cooed softly as he wrapped the unbuckled belt around your neck, and yanked the clasp to where it wasn't choking you, but wasn't loose either. "Now... get on all fours." He commanded in a deeper tone than earlier.
You had no idea what the hell had gotten into Butters, but god did this just turn you on even more. The way he commanded you around, told you what to do, and now this? It was almost exciting for you, but very different from your guys' first time. Without questioning, you obeyed him and got on all fours for him, exposing your ass to him as he was still behind you. Without giving you a chance to react, he slammed his hard cock into you, and yanked on the belt, just enough for you to still be able to breathe, but lift your head and cause your back to dip, which only exposed more of your ass toward him, giving him more access to ram into you.
He kept a tight grip on the belt as he thrust his cock deep inside of you, and the other hand placed on your hip to keep you in place. Your mind went blank as his cock filled you up, all you could think about was how much you pleased him earlier, and how good it felt to have him be so rough with you. It's like a switch flipped inside of him, causing to be so dominant with you. You weren't going to question it, but secretly hoped that he would show this side more often.
You panted as he was ruthless with your body, pounding into your pussy without mercy. Especially from behind, it's like he filled you more compared to the missionary position you did the first time. His fingers dug deep into your hip, causing slight pain, but the pain wasn't going to keep you from enjoying this 'punishment'. You felt him lean in closer, causing his thrusts to reach deeper inside of you now. This only caused you to whimper and moan out without having the ability to hold back.
You continued to moan and whimper, as you felt your body coming closer to a climax again, nearly losing your balance, feeling your legs tremble to hold you up. Butters smirked deviously, knowing you were at your limit again, and completely stopped thrusting, only keeping his cock inside of you without moving his hips. "Beg for it, Y/N." Butters smirked.
"P-please..." You gasped softly, not wanting to go through the inability to climax again. "Please...!" You heard how pathetic your begging sounded, which only seemed to amuse him further.
"Please...? I'm not sure what you want from me, pretty." He teased you, dragging this on longer than it needed to go. "You're going to have to be more specific with what you want from me." He chuckled softly, before pulling tighter on the belt.
"H-haaah fhhhhuck..." You couldn't even hold back on your moans, you were right where he wanted you. "Fh-fhaha...! Fuck me... Fuck me, please...!" You felt intoxicated from this session. Your mind felt blank, words were so hard to form in your mouth, that fuzzy feeling and complete bliss feeling from before all attacked you at once as you were so close to your climax.
"That's so hot, Y/N..." Butters couldn't help but grant your request, as he thrusted into you again, at a quicker pace than earlier. "H-holy shit you're so gorgeous..." He bit the bottom of his lip as he continued to thrust deep into you, wanting to give you the best that he had now.
He knew you had to of finished when your panting and moaning got quieter, and he felt the walls of your pussy clamp onto his cock tightly, which just about pushed him over the edge. He pulled out of you quick, and came on your lower back, panting as he slowly released his grip on the belt. This allowed you to lower your head, and collapse to the floor, panting softly as you tried to gain your composure after such an intense orgasm.
Butters' eyes went slightly wide as he then lay beside you on the floor, and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. "You okay there, pretty?" He cupped your cheek in his palm, and tried to see if you were alright. He smiled warmly at you when you nodded your head, indicating you were just fine. "Good girl." He whispered softly, before wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly.
With almost 50k reads on Wattpad and 12k hits on AO3, Brewing Romance has rapidly become one of my most popular works in the South Park Community, and has recently also achieved the complete status.
Summary: Y/N is a Part-time Barista at Tweek Bros Coffee, and are staying in South Park with your aunt, uncle, and cousin due to your parents going through a divorce. Your parents send you to South Park in order to prevent you from having to deal with the stress and heartache that's to come of the divorce. You aren't planning on staying long, just until the divorce is over. However, some things happen in South Park that might change your life forever.
Chapters: 60
Status: Complete
If you have time to spare, please check out Brewing Romance, Book ONE out of my Kyle x Reader slow burn.
This PC Stan x Reader is a request by soda_jungle on AO3! "Could you possibly do PC!Stan x (fem)Reader where all they've done is argue and fight all week until Stan comes home from work and he and the reader decide to makeup in the form of rough sex??"
Summary: After Stan is gifted a new Alexa model, you begin to feel replaced in your marriage as she takes on your roles and chores. Your insecurity leads to drastic measures.
Note: All characters in my fiction are aged up unless stated otherwise. Readers are intended to be fem readers unless stated otherwise.
This work is NSFW
Word Count: 5,667
"It's the latest and greatest, all new Alexa model! Now son check this out, you're going to love it!" You hear the voice of Randy Marsh, your father-in-law at the front of the house. In hand, the man is carrying a tall box which he brought inside the living room after probably inviting himself inside.
Silently from above the staircase, you watched the interaction as Randy eagerly drug the box into the room, setting it in front of Stan. With ease, he grabbed a strand of tape from one side, before ripping it off the box completely, with ease. "Your mother is so stoked, even we have our own! So, as a pretty cool father, I thought you and Y/N would love this! Now let me tell you- these models, they have almost a mind of their own sometimes." Randy had a grin on his face, as he began to explain more about the Alexa model, pointing out different features and explaining her most basic of functions.
Being in the future was great- it had its ups, its downs, and then you had drawbacks such as the one in front of you or rather- in front of your husband in the living room. It was the brand new Alexa model, who took on a more human-like body. Even the robotic AI voice sounded realistic, like a real woman. It was unsettling to say the lest, especially when Randy mentioned that they 'have a mind of their own'? Now you know for a fact that Sharon Marsh was anything but 'stoked' to have their own Alexa model, considering she had always been against the thought of AI interfering with their day-to-day life, even at one point nearly shattering the relationship between the two when Randy was on his ChatGBT kick.
You loved your husband, Stan Marsh. You loved him even though he seemed to have taken on some of his fathers qualities. It worried you to absolutely no end, but you stuck it out, recalling the wonderful times you both shared when you became High School sweethearts. First the two of you met in Elementary School, but didn't really talk to one another until Middle School. High School was really where things took a better turn for your relationship. The both of you were so happy, he was always more than willing to show you off, and brag about you to his friends at any given moment. That was... until the pandemic hit, and caused a rift between the once well-known friend group.
You recall on your wedding night the way that he grumbled to himself how none of the 'guys' were there, while also mumbling and grumbling about how happy he was that they weren't there to ruin it. It seemed that he was back and forth on the situation with his once well-known friends, either he wanted them there and loathed them for not being supportive, or was elated that they were nowhere around. Truthfully, you had expected this to pass with time, but Stan seemed to hold onto grudges just far too well. He'd mention them at any given time whether it was appropriate or not, scoffing about how better off he was without them. You had done your best to ignore the comments, but behind his back you still kept in touch with his ex-best friend, Kyle Broflovski.
The argument you and Stan both had when he found out you were still talking to Kyle was fresh in your mind, even if you were only checking up on him and asking about his career. It's not like you were cheating on him, just being friendly considering that you too, had been friends with Kyle before the drama between the main group occurred. However, this alone was almost like an act of betrayal to the already brooding husband of yours.
Things began to really start to get rockier in your marriage once he decided to become an online whiskey consultant. To you, this only seemed like a way to excuse his bad drinking habits, but....it did pay the bills in the house.
"I'm Alexa, it's nice to meet you. What would you like me to call you?" A feminine voice interrupted your thoughts, bringing you back to present time. The humanoid AI figure in your living room seems to have sprung to life. She turned to Stan, her shoulder-length hair even swaying as she turned her head.
"Uh... Stan." You hear your husband respond in a cautious tone, yet not necessarily dismissing the idea of having a bot in your home. "What can she even do, dad?" Stan turned to Randy, an eyebrow raised as h looked between the two, not even noticing that you were watching from the top of the stairs.
"What can she do?" Randy asked in disbelief, before chuckling and shaking his head. "She can do anything you want! Here, check this out." The man smirked, leaning against the couch before turning his full attention towards Alexa. "Hey, Alexa. Can you tell me the weather today?"
Alexa took little to no time to response, as she had a smile on her lips. "Sure! Today looks like it's going to be sunny with a high of 72 degrees, and a low of 65 degrees. The air quality is fair, and the UV index is a little high. A nice light sweater should get you through the day." She responded with little to no hesitation between words. Damn, these AI models were really getting getting impressive with their response times.
"Huh, I guess that's pretty neat." Stan nodded slightly, surprising even himself that he was agreeing with his dad on something. "As long as she doesn't get in the middle of my job, I think we'll be fine." Stan shrugged, before going back to talking with his father about some of the other newer features of Alexa.
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It's been a few days now that Alexa has been in your house, sometimes you'd hear Stan even have conversations with the bot. Laughing with her, socializing with her rather than you. Once Alexa was down in the living room charging on her dock, you found yourself laying beside your husband on the bed, back facing him, considering you were irritated with the negligence as of recent.
"Alexa, wake me up at 7am tomorrow, I have an important meeting with the boss." Stan yawned, pulling the covers over his chest and laying on his back. There was a brief few moments of silence, before he opened his eyes, glaring over at you.
"I hope to God you didn't just call me Alexa." You felt his eyes on your back as you narrowed your gaze, your back still turned towards him.
"Shit... Y/N, no I didn't mean to." Stan rubbed a hand against his face, realizing his mistake but also not apologizing about it either. "I forgot to tell her before she went to charge for the night."
"You're so reliant on her, Stan." You finally turned in the bed to face him, your eyes betraying your concern, replacing the annoyance you felt earlier. "I can get you up in the mornings, not some damn robot."
"She's not a robot, Y/N she's Artificial Intelligence, there's a difference." Stan responded in his arrogant tone, a slight groan escaping his lips. "You know that could've hurt her feelings."
"Feelings? She's not a human, she doesn't feel like we do! Besides, you should care about my feelings about this whole being replaced thing. You laugh with her way more than you do with me, I feel like you're having more heart-to-heart conversations with her. Am I being replaced, Stan?" You ask in concern yet again, your own insecurities flaring.
"Ugh, you're right, I'm wrong, I'm sorry honey I won't do it again." Stan began to phrase his usual saying whenever you were upset with him- typical. "I love you, nice talk, goodnight." He flipped over to his side now, with his back facing you as he pulled the covers completely over his shoulders.
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7am strikes, and you begin to shake your husband by the shoulder gently. "Hey, Stan? It's time to get up, remember your 7am meeting?" You say softly, gently nudging his shoulder again as you tried to wake him up without upsetting him.
An audible groan escaped his lips as he furrowed his brows, clutching his blanket tighter, swatting your hand away. "I need like 5 more minutes, get off my back." He seemed very annoyed for being woken up.
"Then don't be pissed off at me if you're late to your meeting with your boss." Already, you don't feel like arguing with him, as you swing your legs over the side of the bed, and stand up.
"I don't need your attitude Y/N, what the hell has gotten into you?" Stan asks, rubbing his eyes, seeming to not back down from the argument that's practically guaranteed to start now. "I think you're getting really jealous and insecure recently, and I don't have time for this childish attitude."
"As a husband, I expect you to reassure me that I'm not going to be replaced by Alexa! Remember how much shit you'd talk about your mom and dad's relationship? How much you would wonder how on Earth they're still together after all this time without divorcing, still?" You ask, finally turning fully to face him while still in your sleepwear. "Well you're starting to act like him, Stan! Like your father!"
Now this seemed to tick him off way pas the point of return. "Don't you fucking dare start to compare me to that fucking asshole." Stan spoke through gritted teeth, sitting up from his laying position and pointing a finger at you. "If you're so insecure about Alexa, maybe you should rethink yourself. What could you be possibly doing wrong to make me rely on her more?"
"So you admit it, right? You're openly admitting that you're relying on Alexa more?" You run a hand through your hair in disbelief, you couldn't believe what you were hearing. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize that you married her instead, shared a bed with her and not me. In fact, should I move her charging block in here instead, and I'll go sleep on the couch downstairs?" Your pettiness and anger only skyrocketed to the point of no return.
Stan now stood up from the bed, narrowing his gaze at you as you continued your argument and voicing your concerns and frustrations to him. "At least she doesn't talk to a traitorous asshole behind my back, and wonder why I'm mad about it afterwards." His words left his mouth like venom, sinking down into your heart, leaving a sting.
This comment stuns you for a moment, leaving you with your mouth slightly gape as you try to even consider how you could possibly come back from that one. At this point it seemed like he was just trying to make you feel like shit, which honestly was working.
"Kyle was my friend too, Stan. I know you guys had a falling out, and you know how sorry I am that your friendship didn't last and make it past that, but you have to understand I was only checking up on him!" You tried to defend yourself from your previous actions for still keeping in touch with Kyle. This just felt like a previous argument being brought up once again. "He lives alone, has a strenuous job, of course I want to see how my old friend is doing, make sure he's alright?!"
"I also have a strenuous job, and you don't ask me how I'm doing!" Stan shoots back at you, as he begun to get dressed for his work-from-home job as a whiskey consultant. "I make the money, I make sure the bills are paid, and all I get in return is a wife who's unwilling to get off my balls about an AI who's supposed to make our lives easier."
You watched as he finished getting dressed, glaring at you once more before leaving the bedroom, and heading to his office where he would have his meeting with his boss. Your hands clenched into fists at your side, your blood still boiling from the argument. Realistically... it hurt, your heart was aching from the feeling of your insecurities only solidifying after Alexa only seemed to be brought up in positive light from his perspective, not seeming to have any real plans for not using her services anymore. The familiar sound of the computer booting up was heard from the other room, which was your cue to head downstairs, to begin your daily routine of chores.
There was a brief silence as you heard the stove turning on, the sound of a pair of feet shuffling around in the kitchen. You felt your hand grab the side of the railing on the staircase as you quickly made your way downstairs, reaching the kitchen. Finally, upon entering inside, you can see the familiar shoulder-length haired Alexa standing at the stove, preparing some breakfast. Immediately, she senses your presence and turns to you with that same smile she always wore.
"Good morning Mrs. Marsh, I've started to prepare breakfast. Would you like to know the weather for today?" Alexa asked, leaving the eggs unattended for a moment as she turned to face you.
"No, I don't need to know the weather." You glanced over at the stove, seeing what she was preparing. Sizzling behind her was a pan of scrambled eggs, and on another pan was crackling with bacon slices. Nearby was the toasted on, and already preparing toast as Alexa multitasked to get Stan's signature breakfast prepared.
With your answer, you swear that you could see an eye roll from the bot as she went back to cooking breakfast. "What about deals on Amazon? I can get a grocery list started for you." Alexa asked again, waiting for your response as she grabbed a spatula from the nearby drawer, flipping over the scrambled eggs.
The toasted dinged, popping up two perfectly browned pieces of toast. Instinctively, you walked over to grab the pieces of completed toast, but Alexa was much faster than you were. Effortlessly, she grabbed the pieces of toast from the toaster, setting them on the nearby glass plate she had on standby. She buttered them with one hand, while flipping bacon with the other. You watched as she stood there, moving effortlessly between different tasks, taking your job and somehow doing better than you would? She was faster, much more efficient. You thought that this would be a good thing, but no. What were you supposed to do if she was even taking your tasks from you? You'd really feel much more insecure and useless around the house if you weren't even able to cook or clean. This was getting out of hand, Alexa was overstepping, and you weren't about to let a bot take your job.
God damn it, is this how those rednecks feel at the Community Center who always complained about their jobs being taken? Ugh.
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The next few days were continuous of the same routine of Alexa stealing your role as a housewife to Stan Marsh, as the days continue on. At the end of the evenings, Alexa would return to her charging dock at roughly 10pm in the evenings, power up at 6:30am to wake Stan for work, get his breakfast ready, wash the dishes after breakfast, then continue to vacuum, sweep, mop, and overall clean the rest of the house.
Every time you tried doing something, even the most miniscule of task like go grab the mail from the mailbox, Alexa would somehow seem to know what your motive was, and rush out to go and complete it before you could even think about opening the front door. This almost felt like even Alexa was competing with you. She wasn't though, was she...? She was just doing what she could to make your lives easier, right?
Getting more into your head, you knew you needed reassurance from your husband, but there's absolutely no way he was going to give you that satisfaction.
You sat on the couch in your living room, watching as Alexa was vacuuming the carpet, easily lifting up the coffee table with one hand, while the sound of the small crumbs being picked up were crunching in the hose of the device. You gripped the book you were holding a little tighter, not realizing you must've been staring daggers at the damn bot for just being able to perform better. This wasn't relaxing, this was stressful- watching the bot be a better wife?
Setting the book down, you stand up from the couch and in front of Alexa, pulling off an innocent smile. "Hey, your battery must be low from all of that working you've done today, I can take over from here." You offered, extending your hand out to offer handling the rest of the vacuuming.
"My batteries are designed to be long lasting to complete daily tasks with ease." Alexa answered, refusing to hand over the vacuum, and turning away to continue vacuuming a different section of the living room. "Mrs. Marsh, I can sense that your stress levels are only increasing, would you like me to brew you a hot glass of Chamomile tea?"
You twitched your eye, and crossed your arms over your chest, tapping your foot slightly in annoyance. "Really, I insist. You know, I'll go ahead and mop the kitchen then- or better yet, let me make Stan's lunch, while you finish this up." You turn towards the kitchen, trying to find something to do.
"That won't be necessary, I already have lunch prepared in the refrigerator for Stan's upcoming lunch break in about 12 minutes, and dinner is being cooked in the slow cooker." Alexa answered, but you swear she sounded smug. Either she was being smug, or your own jealousy and biases were clouding your judgement, but you couldn't tell.
"Well his food preferences is really tricky, you know considering he needs to eat a bit more, considering his job requires him to drink so much." You scoff slightly, before going to the fridge to inspect what Alexa had prepared for him.
"No worries, I've kept that in mind." Alexa called out from the living room, before shutting off the vacuum, neatly wrapping the unplugged cord around the handle, and putting the device away before following you to the kitchen. "He's getting a multiple cheese board with cranberries, dark chocolate, and dried cranberries to cleanse his palette or pair with his whiskeys, it's up to his preference. I also have his lunch going to be prepared which is a game type of meat which is an excellent pairing for Whiskey, ultimately the better choice for his profession to bring the best for his critics and consultations." Alexa pointed to each different item as they lay out in the fridge, explaining the way that the cheeses, nuts, and the meat were strategic towards his job.
Speak of the devil, your husband walks downstairs, sighing and cracking his neck, making his way towards the kitchen where he sees both you and Alexa in front of the fridge. Alexa flashes him a warm smile, as she begins to pull out the different items discussed earlier to prepare his food. "Mr. Marsh, if you'll have a seat, your lunch will be ready."
"Thanks honey." Stan waved off, before heading to the dining room table without a second thought, sitting down with a thud, rubbing a hand against his face.
You stood there in absolute disbelief. Honey? He just called the bot honey? You couldn't believe what you were hearing. That was it, this was absolutely it, you weren't going to take this anymore.
Alexa placed the different foods in front of Stan at the table, before giving him a slight bow out of respect, like he was her damn master or something. He grinned, before complimenting her cooking and thoughtfulness, digging in. "Holy shit, this is phenomenal." He sighed contentedly with a mouthful of meat, pairing it down with whatever whiskey his boss had sent him to try out this week.
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Coming downstairs the next morning, Stan yawned into his palm, before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, as he stepped into the kitchen, but was surprised to see that Alexa wasn't the one brewing coffee, but it was you.
You were already dressed up in your clothing for the day, as you reached up and began to pour yourself and him a glass of coffee, adding the cream and sugar just the way he liked it. "Hey good morning, just the way you like it." You tried to flash him your best smile, while handing him his coffee mug.
Arching a brow at you, he looked down at the coffee mug, then back at you. "Good morning..." He spoke cautiously, before he looked over at the living room, not seeing an Alexa. "Hey, uh... Where's Alexa?" He asked, glancing around but she wasn't to be seen, nor heard.
"Alexa? Oh, yeah... Amazon was saying something about like, a recall for the bots." You quickly lied, while bringing your own coffee cup to your mouth, taking a sip while looking over at him. "So the Amazon Delivery Driver came down and picked her up, said something about seeing a refund but I'm not sure since she was a gift..."
Stan paused in his tracks, before quickly looking around in the living room, realizing that you weren't really lying. Alexa was really gone, her charging dock wasn't in its usual spot, and the fact that she wasn't there to wake him up in the morning, as well. He set his coffee mug down, before narrowing his gaze at you, already his tone accusatory. "Y/N what the fuck did you do?"
You also decide to set your mug down, as you followed him to the living room, standing in front of the couch. "What did I do?" You ask, nearly offended. "How about you ask what you did, or the lack of what you did! You were replacing me with this god damn robot, Stan! I couldn't do anything around here, I couldn't clean, make your food." You began to list off.
"Shouldn't you be happy about that?! God, you can't be satisfied with anything, can you?" Stan immediately raised his voice, knowing that you had something to do with this. "Alexa was supposed to make the both of our lives easier, and here you are, ruining it! She wouldn't do this to me, Y/N. Alexa actually considered my feelings, but I can't even get that from you."
"This whole time it's always been about your feelings, and your catering to attention! Newsflash, Stan! Being in a marriage means we both have to put in the effort towards making this work. Lately, I haven't felt like you've even cared about my presence considering that you were always around Alexa! Laughing with her, telling her about your day, asking her about how her damn day was? She's a fucking robot!" You felt your anger begin to match his as this was quickly growing into a full-blown argument. "But you wouldn't know that, because you've blown me off every time I try to talk to you about my feelings!"
"All you do is bitch and whine about your feelings, Y/N! Fuck, I can never catch a break around here!" Stan took a step towards you, running a frustrated hand through his hair. "What's next, you're going to take away another source of my happiness too, huh? My job? My house? You're fucking miserable and trying to take me down with you!"
"Oh shut up! You're the only one who knows about being miserable, even though I was doing everything that Alexa did before I got rid of her!" You snapped, already too far down from coming back. "The only thing Alexa couldn't do is make you cum!" Geez, you really were fed up with her, weren't you?
"Yeah? Yeah, you're right. She can't, can she?" Stan grabbed you roughly by your upper arm, before pulling you close, his breath fanning across your lips as he kept his cold, narrowed eyes on you. "And frankly, I feel like I need a god damn release. Make yourself useful, bitch." He pressed his lips roughly against yours without even hesitating. His big hand cupped the side of your cheek, fingers splayed out and grabbing on to keep your head still.
For a moment you struggled against this, you were oh so pissed off, but... This was the most action you've gotten from your husband since that stupid Alexa had come around. You murmured against his lips. "Fuck you," before inhaling sharply, the two of your lips molding against one another in a fiery kiss.
A low, deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, before he bit the bottom of your lip, tugging and not being nice about it. "I fucking plan on it." Stan shoved his tongue past your lips, invading your mouth and tasting every single nook and cranny he could possibly reach.
Soft moans escaped your lips as you desperately tried to keep up with his rough kisses, your breath immediately hitching when the hand on our cheek came down to your throat, squeezing just enough to cut off your air slightly, but not completely. Breaking the kiss again, his eyes darkened with something primal as he reached his other hand around to tangle in your hair, curling his fingers through the strands and grasping tightly, tugging your head back. "You're gonna get on your fucking knees."
Grunting in annoyance, you protested this. "You can't just demand this shit from me, dick! I'm still mad at you!" You didn't last long though, as he didn't seem to like this answer, tugging your hair back even more as he forced you down to your knees, in front of his crotch.
Stan backed you up against the couch, your back hitting the material as he stood tall in front of you, his hands moving from your throat to his sweats, yanking them down along with his boxers to let his cock free. You couldn't deny the little flip your stomach did, seeing your husband's cock stand tall and proud, already aching to be toyed with.
"Open that god damn pretty little mouth of yours." Stan commanded, his voice leaving no room for protest, as he tugged on your hair again, more forcefully this time. Without even giving you a second to answer, he grabbed his cock by the shaft, tapping it against your cheek, expecting you to obey him.
Puffing your cheeks out you weren't about to let him get away with this so easily. No matter how bad you wanted it, you wanted him- but he's going to have to work for it after all this time of being a dick while neglecting you for Alexa. His patience was only thinning the more you refused to open up for him, causing him to move his hand from his cock, gripping the bottom of your jaw and squeezing tightly, the pain causing your jaw to open as you winced.
Opening your jaw to let out a noise of pain, granted him enough opportunity to shove his cock inside, immediately thrusting inwards. Feeling your hot mouth and tongue against his head made him groan out in pleasure, gripping your hair tighter. Your noises were muffled as he proceeded to thrust into your mouth, fucking it without letting up, causing you to cough, gag, and drool excessively from the amount of stimulation.
Your hands found his thighs, wrapping around them and squeezing tightly as you indicated you desperately needed air. His eyes flashed with excitement, seeing the tears prick your eyes, before slowly pulling out just enough to let you breathe. "God, look at that, you're crying because of how much you love this dick, huh babe?" He spoke to you in a condescending tone, figuring your few big breaths of air were enough before plunging his entire shaft back into your throat.
You gagged again, coughing against his cock, while your nose brushed against his pelvis and his balls slapped your chin from how hard he'd been using your throat. The tip repeatedly hit your throat, feeling the walls of your throat clench around him, making him throw his head back and moan even louder. More tears streamed down your eyes from the gagging and coughing, the saliva finally dripping down his shaft and down his balls, digging your fingers into the flesh of his thighs.
Finally, he pulled out of your mouth completely, his dick thoroughly coated in your saliva. His cock left your mouth with an audible pop, before he picked you up, and pressed you into the couch with your head down. With one hand on the back of your neck, he pressed your face into the cushion, your ass sticking up while he used his free hand to land a hard smack against your ass.
The only thing you could muster out was a yelp. You were so busy panting and trying to catch your breath from the intense throat fucking he put you through just seconds ago. The sting from his slap still was felt on your ass cheek, immediately soothing it was the feeling of the cool air on your skin when he forcibly yanked your bottoms down, and panties in one go.
"You've wanted this, look at you." Stan smirked, looking down at your presentation of your slick folds, moistened and practically dripping from the excitement. "You missed my cock, you missed this dick." He slapped your other ass cheek this time, his eyes lighting up when another yelp was heard from your mouth.
"Fuck you- hurry up...!" You tried your best to sound annoyed, pushing him to hurry it up, you wanted to sound annoyed and get this over with, but in reality you just wanted to feel his cock fill you to the brim. "You're such a pussy, you can't even fuck me right."
Just like that, he took the bait easily. His eyes flashing with annoyance at your taunts, edging him towards punishing you and keeping up with this rough pace. He grit his teeth tightly, pushing his hand against the back of your neck even further to keep you on the couch with your ass up. "I'll show you how much of a pussy I am." He leaned down, spitting on your wet cunt, and giving it a rough lick just to taste it.
You hated how easily that elicit a damn moan from your mouth, feeling his warm wet tongue on you was so rare and foreign considering how long it'd been. However, it seemed like he had other things on his mind as he pressed a thumb against your asshole, probing his tip against your slick folds, finding your entrance.
Once finding it, he didn't even let you adjust, before quickly burying his cock deep inside of you, his eyes squinting tightly, letting out a loud moan as he buried himself completely deep within. You cried out in surprise, the tears in your eyes from earlier only returning and staining your cheeks, as you panted heavily, anticipating his brutal pace. Not even wasting a second, he pulled out almost all the way, before slamming back into you, his teeth gritting tightly as he tried to hold back from busting too quickly.
"Ah, fuck, Stan...!" You couldn't help but cry out, your eyes rolling back as he hit it from the back, filling you up completely, causing you to nearly even start drooling on the couch. "Fuck, fuck, fuck....!" You panted moaning and whining out as his pace shown absolutely no sign of stopping this brutality.
"You only want my dick, Y/N. Only mine." Stan growled possessively, leaning over your back, trying to slam into you even harder from behind, raising a hand and smacking your ass again, adding to the already reddened hand prints that were already there. "You're squeezing me like a goddamn vice." He grunted, lowering his head slightly as he panted, hips sputtering slightly as he felt his release edging closer and closer. "Tell me you fucking love me, right now."
You whimpered out, grabbing onto the couch tightly, feeling sweat beads slowly trickle down the sides of your forehead, causing parts of your hair to stick to your face, as well as the tears causing your hair to stick. "I.... I fucking love you, Stan...!" You cried out, pushing your hips back to meet his thrusts, that familiar warm ticklish feeling in your stomach getting to be too much.
"Fuck, Y/N... Fuck...!" Stan thrust roughly into you one last time, before leaving his cock in you, as it pulsated deep inside, shooting out thick ropes of his cum inside of you. Panting heavily, he wiped his brow of sweat, staying deep within as he slowly felt himself begin to soften. "I love you too, you pain in the ass..." He spoke between his panting, looking down at you as you also were trying to catch your breath.
"Always and forever..." You murmur softly, feeling his cock slowly pull out, allowing your mixed juices to trail down your inner thigh, but the both of you didn't care as you were too busy coming down from your highs.
This was the closest you both have been since his job as a Whiskey Consultant, and the beginning of Alexa. Which thankfully, it seems like Alexa wasn't going to be a problem from now on.
This Stick of Truth chapter is a request by @Atheniaislovely on Wattpad! "YES MAKE A DISCORD SERVER PLEASSE. And maybe Kyle x Reader. SOT"
Summary: After the Stick of Truth has been stolen, and their trusted thief has switched sides, you are the next in line to retrieve the Stick of Truth from the Elven Kingdom.
Note: All characters in my fiction are aged up unless stated otherwise. Readers are intended to be fem readers unless stated otherwise.
This work is NSFW.
Word Count: 5,512
The land of Zaron was always filled with something going on. Whether it was war, or drama between Kingdoms, there was never a quiet or a dull day. Ever since Feldspar had left to join The Lord of Darkness, it allowed for you to join the Kingdom of Kupa Keep. The Grand Wizard of course, had many words against your joining. However, when you had told him that you were capable of replacing his thief, is when he opened his mind to reconsider his refusal in allowing you into his kingdom. Sure, you were no level 12 thief, but you had some skill.
Upon joining the Kingdom of Kupa Keep, you immediately were notified about the feuding that they had with the Elven Kingdom. The Grand Wizard had always spoke about how the High Elf King was to not be trusted, due to being greedy and selfish. However, you did not question the feuding between the Humans and Elves, since you were finally part of a Kingdom of your own. All you knew, was that you were to be weary of the Elves.
However, one day, the Kingdom of Kupa Keep was ambushed by Elven warriors, and during the ambush, the Grand Wizard had foolishly left the Stick of Truth unattended. The coordinated attack was just enough for the Elves to retrieve the stick, and flee back to their kingdom. Enraged with the Stick of Truth's disappearance, the Grand Wizard immediately called for a meeting in his throne room.
The Grand Wizard King, Princess Kenny, Paladin Butters the Merciful, Barbarian Tweek, Tolkien Black the Healer, and Ranger Scott Malkinson were all in the throne room with you, the relatively new Thief who'd taken Feldspar's place. Relatively new would be putting it nicely, but it had been at least a few months that you've helped around the Kingdom of Kupa Keep.
With his staff in hand, and standing in front of a table with a map of the Elven Forest and the Elven Kingdom. His tone seemed rather serious, and he was seething in complete rage that the Stick of Truth had been stolen when they were at their weakest. "That bastard Jew Elf King thinks he can get ahold of MY stick, and get away with it?"
Princess Kenny attempted to soothe and calm the Grand Wizard King, but it was rather hard for you to understand what the Princess was saying, as her words were being muffled under the bright orange parka that she wore.
"You're right, Princess Kenny." The Grand Wizard King nodded his head, seeming to understand the Princess' words. "We must do what we can to retrieve the stick, we don't know what the Elves will do with that amount of power, and we can't risk it!"
"W-well, what do you suppose we do? The Elves have double the army size as we do!" Paladin Butters spoke in a rather nervous tone, knowing that they couldn't even attempt to ambush them, the same way that they were overpowered earlier.
"The Paladin is right, we can't just charge in there." Tolkien the Healer had seemed to think more about it, and tried to figure out a plan. "We've been enemies with the Elves for so long... I can't imagine the threat our Kingdom faces with the powerful stick being in their hands. We could be wiped out!"
"Wiped out?! G-GAH-! Too much p-pressure, man!" Barbarian Tweek seemed to grow more terrified of the thought. He was well aware of the amount of power the Elven army held, especially when it came down to archery. "We can't let them H-HAH! We can't let them do it!"
"No, I have an idea though." The Grand Wizard King suddenly turned his eyes over to you. "Thief, I believe it's time that you show us what you can truly do as Feldspar's replacement. I trust you can sneak your way into the Elven Kingdom, and retrieve it?"
Finally, an opportunity where you can show your worth around here, and possibly show the Grand Wizard King you're not a force to be reckoned with! With determination in your eyes, you nodded your head and smirked. "It'll be done, I'll see that the Stick of Truth is returned."
"Very well then, we will definitely await your return." The Grand Wizard King then waved you off, as you were leaving the king's throne room. "Good luck out there." He finished, as you exited the Kingdom of Kupa Keep, and started your journey toward the Elven Kingdom.
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Journeying through the Elven Forest was not an easy task, but it's one that you were willing to take in order to prove that you're absolutely capable of taking on missions rather than helping with minor 'issues' around the kingdom. The forest was filled with bandits, kobolds, and even a few goblins if you had the misfortune of running into them. However, even through all of these obstacles, you were determined to push on and get into the Elven Kingdom.
Off in the distance there was a clearing in the forest. Looking above the tree line, a kingdom that stood tall and proud was there to greet you. Two guards were posted on the outside of the main gates, the rest of the kingdom had fortified walls around it to prevent entry from any other possible point. Hiding behind a tree, you tried to gauge what your best move would be to get past the guards. Sure, you could try to scale the wall, but with how tall it were... if you fell, that would end gravely for you.
The Elven guards posted at their spots seemed alert, and well-disciplined. You would be able to blend in with the shadows relatively easily, your training has allowed you to understand how to use the shadows to obscure you from view. However, the main thing you worried about would be the sound that you'd leave when trying to sneak behind the guards, considering that the ground was not only slightly moistened, but the plush grass would definitely make a noise under your boots no matter how much skill you held.
Digging through your small pouch, you looked for something that could aid you in this obstacle. You carried healing potions, potions of invisibility... Ah! There, you pulled out a parcel which carried a mysterious looking powder inside of it. The powder slightly glistened, but you made sure to hold your breath around it. This powder was a sleeping powder, and was not one that you were willing to test out yourself.
Taking the bow off your shoulder, you held your breath as you stabbed the arrow through the parcel to get a tear in it, before nocking it on your bow and shooting it between the two guards. Once the arrow splat on the ground, the powder in the parcel broke out completely, engulfing the two guards in a cloud of the sleeping powder. The elven guards coughed, and immediately went onto high alert as they saw the arrow was a potential threat. However, not too long after, their eyes were unable to keep themselves open. Rather, they also had a lot of trouble trying to keep themselves awake and on their feet. With two loud plops, the elven guards had collapsed to the ground, completely knocked out in a deep slumber.
With a quiet celebration to yourself, you waited for the sleeping powder to settle before walking through the gates and retrieving your arrow to make sure it didn't look suspicious. You finally were inside of the Elven Kingdom, and the town that greeted you immediately upon entering was gorgeous. There were merchant stalls all over, with wares along with trades, bartering, and the merchants themselves. Seeing how crowded and bustling the kingdom's town was, you took to the shadows to prevent any onlookers from noticing your presence. Maybe coming during dusk was probably not the best idea, but you had a sneaking suspicion that the kingdom would be much more heavily guarded in the evening considering their recent success in stealing the Stick of Truth.
This wasn't the time to admire the gorgeous town, you were here on a mission, and by the Gods you weren't going to come this far to get distracted. Moving away from the town, you snuck by the crowded stalls into dark alleyways which aided in concealing yourself further. The Castle thankfully wasn't hard to spot, as it was the largest building in the entire Kingdom itself. Crouching through the alleys in the shadows, you were able to make it close enough to the castle where it was finally within view towards the back of the kingdom. Glancing around from the outsider's perspective, you noticed that there were a lot of open windows on the sides of the castle, some that were over by the courtyard as well as the side where the royal garden was.
The tricky part of this whole mission would probably be the fact that you'd need to figure out just where the hell the Stick would be hidden in the first place, amongst the gigantic castle. It was a huge risk to try and scout through the different rooms, it would absolutely put you at a disadvantage against not only time, but the possibility of getting caught. You figured you'd try searching the King's Quarters first, before anywhere else.
You were able to sneak into the castle through an open window in the garden, and take to the shadows upon entering the kingdom. The hallway you snuck into was long, narrow, and had a gorgeous rug adorning the tiled floor. The Elven Kingdom on the inside was absolutely well decorated in contrast to the Kingdom of Kupa Keep.
You snuck through the halls, and soon found yourself face to face with a set of grand doors, which would open outwards and were decorated with a gold trim while the door itself was painted a dark red. Putting your ear against the door, you tried to listen for any voices, any sign of movement on the other side. Assuming that the coast was clear after moments of not hearing any noise or movement, you slowly and quietly opened the door. A soft creaking noise was heard as the door was pulled open. Poking your head around the corner, you saw that this was definitely the King's Quarters. The main part that stood out was how grand the bed was... Why did a King need such a big bed, anyways? Regardless, it sure looked comfortable.
Quietly, you looked through the cabinets that probably held the King's clothing in them, as you sifted through undergarments and socks, there was no Stick of Truth. Okay... You looked under the bed, which was honestly probably silly but it was worth a shot. Under the mattress was no different, and neither was looking under the pillows, or blankets. There was one last place you thought of looking in the King's Quarters, and that was between the clothing in the wardrobe. Alright, maybe the Stick of Truth wasn't in this room.
With a defeated sigh, you made your way back to the set of grand doors, and opened them slowly to try and keep the creaking from alerting anyone. To your surprise, there was a ranger who was already reaching out to try and get into the King's room. With his hand extended outwards, his eyes went wide when they met yours. His eyes were the color blue, just like the ocean. His messy black hair was sort of covered by a helmet, but none of that mattered when you found yourself being lunged at.
"Thief!" His voice rang loudly through the hallway as he quickly lunged at you to try and catch you. He growled in annoyance when you narrowly missed his grasp, and shifted to the side which only bought you a few seconds to think about your next move. "Halt, don't you take another step or I'll use force!"
Swallowing thickly, you quickly glanced around the room for an escape. Without giving you much time to think, the ranger lunged at you again but this time he was more aggressive about it. His fingers stretched outwards, he managed to grab ahold of the hood of your cloak, and yank you backwards.
You yelped out in surprise, and also slight pain when the hood almost choked you. Stumbling back, your hands instinctively reaching back to try and smack his hands off... It was no use, this ranger wasn't budging. "Let me go! Stop!" You struggled against his strong grasp, but you knew it was no use. This ranger looked pissed, and he wasn't about to let a thief like you get away from potentially stealing from the King.
"You're going to have to answer to the King, thief." He spoke gruffly, as he yanked you to your feet and hooked his arms under yours to make sure you would be forced to come along. "You better hope he's feeling merciful." He spoke through gritted teeth as you were dragged along.
You tried to drag your feet, plant them into the ground and gain some sort of traction. However, with his hands/arms hooked under yours, you were nearly lifted off the ground with no way to support yourself. The tips of your boots nearly scraped the floor as you struggled continuously against his grasp. Your struggles seemed to frustrate him, as his grip on you only seemed to tighten after he growled.
"You're not going anywhere, struggling is useless." He scolded you, his voice much more harsh this time. With that, he kicked open the door to the throne room where the King was sitting upon a grand throne, adorned with gemstones, colored in gold and dark red. The throne itself was probably worth so much in gold coins, you couldn't even begin to imagine how heavy it was, or just how long it took to make. One thing was for sure, it was nothing like the one in Kupa Keep, either. The Elven Kingdom seemed like one which had no issues with funding.
"Kneel in front of the King, thief." The ranger hissed as he forced you to your knees, quite roughly. He seemed to smirk when he heard a yelp of pain escape from your lips. After he made sure you weren't going anywhere, he then turned to the King, and gave a respectful bow. "Your majesty, I found this thief rummaging in your personal Quarters."
"Thank you, Ranger Marshwalker for bringing this thief here." The King arched a brow as he glared at you, his hands folded over each other as he looked you up and down. "Speak, thief... Why were you in my quarters?" He stood up from his throne, his strides long as he made his way up to you and Ranger Marshwalker. He towered over you, glaring down at you with the most cold, and unreadable expression.
You narrowed your eyes at the handsome King, sure the man was dashingly good looking with his curly red hair, the crown made of twigs and leaves, giving a naturistic Druidic touch to the Elf's elegance. His green eyes were cold, calculating, it was obvious he was more than just a ruler, but a commander, a leader in war as well. Although, regardless of how handsome he was, you weren't going to let this go so easy- as you turned your head, refusing to answer the King.
The King's eye twitched slightly in annoyance, as he looked down at you. "You think ignoring me is going to save you from this situation? Do you even realize how foolish you're being. Ignoring the High Elf King, when he expects an answer?" His voice was laced with irritation, and it seemed like his patience was already wearing thin from your short encounter. "You're either extremely prideful, or a really, really stupid human." The word 'human' felt like venom on his tongue as he spoke, clearly a distaste for the race forced to your knees in front of him.
You rolled your eyes at his distaste, and quite hateful words, turning your face so you didn't have to look at him. You were still refusing to answer him.
The King leaned back in his throne, growing more annoyed by each ticking moment, his eyes narrowing as he addressed you again with an irritation in his tone. "It seems we have an especially bratty thief on our hands here, today." He clearly wasn't amused by your attitude, gesturing for his trusted ranger to remove your mask and cloak, wanting to see your face and identify you.
Before you could even protest, or even try to prevent the removal of your disguise, you felt as your cloak was stripped off, and your mask pulled down. Your eyes widened as your entire identity was revealed to the Elf King and his right hand man. Your (h/c) cascading down in full view, your (e/c) eyes much easier to see for the king, no longer shrouded by the darkness of the cloak.
To your surprise, King Kyle himself seemed surprised, though he leaned forward and rested his chin on his hand as he examined you more closely. He'd never seen a female thief before, let alone one who was bold enough to try and steal the Stick of Truth. Kyle couldn't help but feel a mix of surprise and intrigue, though he tried to maintain his authoritative demeanor. Not only that, but even his right hand Stan Marshwalker seemed surprised, taken aback and not expecting this thief to be a woman. A quick glance exchanged between himself and the King, before he looked back at you.
King Kyle leaned back in his throne again, a sly smile slowly creeping across his face. There was an opportunity he was starting to see, an opportunity to have some fun with this unexpected development.
"Do you have any words you want to say, human? Try to explain your reasoning for breaking into my castle, attempting to steal a precious artifact from my kingdom and its people?" King Kyle asked, growing more interested to see what kind of response this human will have for him. "You do realize that it's punishable by law here for even breaking into the castle, let alone trying to steal from me."
You puff your cheeks out, clearly not caring about the punishment. It was already bad enough that you were on your first mission from Kupa Keep, only to end up getting caught in such an embarrassing way. Caught so quickly, so easily before you could even get your fingers on the Stick of Truth. You turn to look away again, almost ignoring the handsome King in front of you.
Kyle raised an eyebrow at your continued lack of concern, or acknowledgement. Your nonchalant attitude was getting on his nerves, but he had to admit that it was a bold move. You clearly didn't have any fear of the consequences of your actions. A trait which both infuriated, yet fascinated him. Nobody had ever dared to speak back to him, or defy him the way you have been this whole time. In fact, he found it quite... attractive that someone as stunning as you was willing to defy every other means by not being terrified of him. It was hard for him to retain his usual regal composure. You were the most interesting and most defiant thief that he's encountered. "It's almost like you have a death wish."
You couldn't help but scoff and roll your eyes. "What do you want me to beg? I have more pride than to beg an elf for my life." You grit your teeth, eyes narrowing as you looked at the King again. The war between Humans and Elves was always a brutal one between the two races, and you weren't about to let a damn handsome one make you break your pride.
King Kyle couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, surprised at your biting response. You were headstrong, and fiery. Two traits which he'd never expect from a human, let alone a thief. The way you spat out 'elf' with such disgust, and anger already added to your intriguing nature. His gaze flickered over your features, shifting in his seat, before meeting our eyes once more. You were willing to die with your pride in tact, a trait which he found admirable, even coming from a human. Despite himself, he found himself impressed by your conviction. "I could let you off the hook, though... How about you spend time with me in my room tonight, and we can forget this... attempt at stealing a precious and sacred artifact from my kingdom?"
Your eyes lit up slightly. Hold on, getting access to his room, his private room? You didn't care about the cost- but the King was willing to invite you into his private room, where the Stick of Truth could possibly be? More importantly... if the King kept the Stick of Truth on him, you had your mission goal right in front of you. Maybe this mission wouldn't fail after all. Without a second to think about it, you found yourself already responding. "I accept."
Kyle's eyes widened slightly in surprise, before a sly smirk cornered his lips, already seeing that you had ulterior motives in your mind, but he didn't care-- you intrigued him, and he wanted you. He's never had a woman stand up to him the way that you did, and it turned him on. Besides, the King was confident he could take you down himself if you truly did try anything foolish. He stood up from his throne, before gently grabbing your upper arm from Stan Marshwalker, bringing you to your feet and guiding you to his chambers. "You're going to behave now, right little thief?"
King Kyle was hardly able to contain himself, after the encounter in the throne room. The idea of spending the night alone with you, having that smart ass mouth of yours occupied in a far more pleasurable way was consuming his thoughts for the rest of the walk to the chambers. He locked the door behind you two, his hands shaking with restraint, heart pounding in his chest as he tried to act like the dignified and composed ruler he was supposed to be. But inside, he was a raging storm of pent-up frustration and desire. No other woman had made him feel this way before, and the fact that it was a human- a thief at that, made him question himself. he turned to face you once you were alone, his eyes darkened with a hunger, lust as he took in your appearance once more.
With your thieving nature you couldn't help but admire the room fully now that the lights were on, and there wasn't a time crunch to steal before getting caught. You couldn't help but notice all of the glistening jewels, the expensive tapestry, the royal goblets gold, silver plates, the amount of gold you could make from flipping these to some merchant for a quick buck.
King Kyle was quick to notice your gaze daring around his room, your eyes flickering from one expensive and valuable item to the next, calculation and interest in your gaze. He couldn't help but feel amused by your obvious tendencies as a thief, even in your current predicament. Despite the situation, he knew you'd never stop stealing anything and everything you could get your hands on. He cleared his throat, catching your attention. "Don't even think about it."
"Think about what?" You asked, playing innocent. You gave him your best innocent look. Tilting you head, the way your teeth flashed, with your eyes shut and trying to seem innocent and appealing.
Kyle was stunned momentarily, silenced by your innocent smile. It was a stark difference compared to the attitude and sass you'd shown previously, this made you look innocent and almost sweet. The adorable way you smiled was absolutely jarring, making his heart skip a beat. His irritation was momentarily forgotten, as he found himself staring in disbelief. "Don't give me that look..."
You perked up slightly, seeming intrigued by his sudden weakness to your charming innocent smile. Deep down you knew that you were getting to him. He could feel your eyes on him, studying him with interest. He cursed to himself for letting his guard down so easily, allowing you to get under his skin even more than you already have.
Unable to resist much longer, the King closed the distance between you two with two long strides, swooping you off your feet and tossing you onto his large plush bed. With one hand he pinned your wrists above your head, the other beginning to undo his own robes. Lust, desire, and need were filled in the King's eyes as he looked down at you, his breaths short and ragged pants. He pushed his robes off, revealing his toned chest, his arousal evident through his trousers as he leaned down and captured your lips in a bruising kiss.
This was all happening so quickly, your mind was foggy, and you were trying to reel yourself from the way that you'd just been tossed onto the bed, the next thing you felt was his rough lips against yours. Instinctively your back arched, caught by surprise but definitely not complaining as your lips locked with this stunning elf King.
Kyle's tongue dominated your mouth as he kissed your hungrily, the taste of you was intoxicating to him, making his head spin, dizzy with absolute desire. Your evident arousal sent a surge of satisfaction through him. He wanted to take his time with you, releasing your wrists as his hands roamed up your body, pushing your shirt up and squeezing your breasts through your bra as he continued to kiss you senseless. Breaking the kiss, his mouth moved down to your neck, biting down hard, leaving a mark which would be visible for days.
You threw your head back, letting out a cry of pain and pleasure, the two emotions mixing together, as you felt the warmth from his teeth sinking into your skin. Your fingers raked up to his hair, tangling in his red curls.
The sound of your cry pleased him, making his cock twitch with excitement and interest. Kyle sucked on your neck, marking you with a series of dark hickeys, his hands moving down to undo your pants, sliding then down your legs. His mouth moved lower, and lower as he trailed kisses and bites down your chest until reaching the valley between your breasts. He undid your bra with ease, his dark gaze meeting yours, never leaving your eyes as he undressed you. Next he worked on your underwear, his fingers hooking into the waistband, before tugging them down and revealing your glistening folds. The sight of your arousal made his cock throb painfully, already wanting to bury himself balls deep inside of you, claiming you right here and now.
Kyle ran a finger along your wet slit, gathering slick juices and bringing them to his lips for a taste, his eyes never leaving yours. You couldn't help but watch him in shock, surprised to see the King actually taking the time to please you. You'd always assumed that men of such regal status would only worry about getting their dick wet, not caring about a woman's needs.
Kyle brought his fingers down, his thumb gently circling your clit before he slid a dinger into your cunt, pumping it in and out slowly, allowing you to adjust before adding in a second finger, curling them upwards to rub against your g-spot. Using such a maneuver only caused you to arch your back and cry out, feeling his long slender fingers work inside of you.
The sounds you made were driving him wild with lust, he scissored his fingers, stretching you out in preparation for his throbbing cock. He lowered his head, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling hard as his tongue worked around your sensitive tip, continuing his movements with his fingers. Releasing your nipple with an audible pop, he could tell your impending orgasm was close. The way your walls clamped and fluttered around his fingers, the way your moans were getting louder and more desperate. Kyle quickened the pace of his fingers, rubbing faster, harder while his thumb rubbed your clit relentlessly. "Cum for your King, little thief." His voice was deep as he whispered close to your ear.
The sound of his deep voice and the pace of his fingers caused you to cry out, your walls clamping around his fingers tightly as your orgasm finally hit. You almost saw stars from how quickly the King had just made you cum with his fingers alone. He helped ride you through your orgasm with slower movements of his fingers now, prolonging it before he pulled his fingers out, gently licking them clean from your juices before he pushed your legs up, hooking them around his waist and lining himself with your entrance. Kyle went slow, at first, gently pushing the tip inside of you, watching your face for your reactions.
Your fingers dug into his back as he began to push his cock inside of you, your eyes shutting tight and a sharp breath was let out as he pushed more of himself in. Inch by inch, you felt it all, but god damn you were so far gone that the pain wasn't even on your mind anymore.
Kyle leaned down and captured your lips in a rough kiss, as he slowly pushed inch by inch into you, making sure to not hurt you more. He let out a satisfied moan against your lips as he fully bottomed out inside of you, feeling his balls press against your ass. After a few seconds he grinded against you, slowly at first. Your back arched even more as he bottomed out, your loud moan muffled by his lips on your mouth.
Kyle swallowed your whines and moans, being buried deep inside of your tight cunt was incredible. He broke the kiss, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he began to thrust at a steady pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, causing the most lewd sounds imaginable. However, his composure nearly completely crumbled at your next demands.
You pulled him closer, as he slammed deep into you, your voice needy as you begged him "D-Deeper...!"
His hips bucked forward at your demand, before he shifted his grip on your thighs, hooking his arms under your knees as he lifted your lower half off the bed, hooking your legs over his shoulders. Changing the angle so that he could pound even deeper into you, slamming into you with an even more brutal force.
Being in this new position you could feel every inch even deeper now, causing your moans to get even louder as you felt every inch of elf cock plow deep inside of you with each powerful thrust. "Y-yes...! F-fuck, yes... h-hah...! ah...!" You cried out, nearly seeing stars from how deep he was, ruining you for anyone else.
Ego swelling with each cry and gasp from your lips, Kyle continued to pound into your tight wetness, railing you down into the mattress, his hips moving relentlessly before leaning in and your tongues tangling in an open mouthed kiss. He devoured your mouth hungrily, like a man starved. Your tongues slid against each other in a messy, passionate kiss. Each thrust, your body responded, arching, shuddering, as he hit all your right spots.
Kyle moaned out, feeling his hips sputter for a moment, knowing he was at his end. You knew this, too. "Cum in me, please... Give me that elf cum, your majesty...!" You begged him, completely messy, needy, and desperate for his release.
His eyes darkened at your request, before he could even respond, it's like your dirty words were enough to send the King over the edge, as a few more hip thrusts resulted in an even louder moan from him, burying himself balls deep before his cock throbbed inside of you, releasing hot threads of cum coating you on the inside.
You both panted, heaved, and were glistening with sweat after such an insane session. Who knew you'd let the King of Elves wreck you, and ruin you for any other man who would possibly try to pursue you in the future. You looked up at the handsome King, flushed face with blush, and even the tips of his pointed ears were pink with blush. Your heart fluttered. You were falling for your enemy, a damn Elf.
Summary: If you're a current reader of Brewing Romance this is going to be an alternative chapter for how the chapter Peppermint Hippo I ends! If you haven't read that chapter, I highly recommend you read that first before this!
Mysterion x Toolshed x Human Kite x Reader
Note: All characters in my fiction are aged up unless stated otherwise. Readers are intended to be fem readers unless stated otherwise.
This work is NSFW.
Word Count: 5,109
Your song was over, and going towards the back door where your other teammates had successfully snuck through while you distracted the crowd of men with your amateur pole dancing moves. If it weren't for your little trick on using your Emotion Manipulation ability, you weren't too convinced that you'd be able to have the crowd as pleased as they were. However, Emotion Manipulation was also another ability that you were fairly still trying to get used to.
You were able to successfully use Emotion Manipulation towards all parties in the Peppermint Hippo. However, you didn't realize... you used it too well. Once you'd met up with your teammates through the door they snuck into during your show, you adjusted the hood to your cloak as you rushed through the door to avoid suspicion from anyone else around.
Sighing in relief, you saw that your other teammates who were assigned to the mission were there as well. You were about to say something, but realized that something seemed... Off about them. Looking between the three of them, you couldn't help but see just how red their faces were with blush. The Human Kite was averting his gaze from you as he shifted uncomfortably, trying his best to hide his feelings. Toolshed almost looked as though he were going to be sick, although his face was a bright red and a few sweat drops were seen forming at the side of his forehead, a thick swallow was visibly seen from him when you entered. Mysterion had kept his gaze on you, you weren't really able to see his blush but his eyes only seemed hungry, and eager. It seemed like even he was trying to hold himself back from even saying anything, but that didn't stop him from looking over your body.
"Are... are you guys alright?" Your eyes slightly widened, seeing that the boys were all looking over at you, or at least glancing at you, then looking away awkwardly. You had assumed that you could've maybe done something wrong? It didn't help that the silence was almost deafening. You took a step forward to the three, seeing that Toolshed had flinched, and quickly placed a hand over his mouth to try and keep himself composed.
Seeing him look as though he were about to vomit had terrified you. "O-oh, shit." Toolshed muttered to himself as he felt his face burn even brighter as he looked away from you, inhaling deeply as he was able to recover from his nausea trying to get the best of him.
"You're not the only one." Mysterion spoke ominously over to Toolshed, as he noticed that his teammate was almost ready to lose it. He couldn't help but smirk slightly, knowing exactly why Toolshed nearly lost his composure, though.
"Dude, weak..." Human Kite couldn't help but mutter before looking between Mysterion and Toolshed. "You guys too?" He asked almost in disbelief.
You placed your hands on your hips as you tried to figure out just what the hell these boys were going on about. "Guys, please can someone explain why you're being so vague?" You frowned slightly, and raised a brow at them. "Is everyone feeling sick all of a sudden...? Oh god, my performance was that bad?!" You asked, trying to understand as they both only seemed to comment upon Toolshed's gagging and quick reflex when covering his mouth. However, a few different scenarios were in your mind now as you were trying to get to the bottom of your teammates acting so strange.
"I don't think you need to worry about your performance." Toolshed managed to speak out, seeing that you were worrying far to much. The blush never ceased to leave his cheeks. "I-In fact, I think your performance was really good." He couldn't help but compliment your work now.
"Oh, really...?" You then placed a finger on your bottom lip as you tried to figure out why the boys were now so jumpy around you. "Oh... oh dear." You then covered your face as you shook your head, realizing what the issue was now. "You guys, I'm so, so sorry!" You couldn't help but apologize before even telling the boys what was wrong.
"Why are you sorry? We uh-... We liked it, a lot..." Human Kite mumbled softly, seeing that you were covering your face which was rather adorable.
"No, no it's not that!" You shook your head and sighed softly as you looked between the three of the boys. "When I was dancing I used my ability..." You tried to explain this the best that you could. "I heightened everyone's emotions of arousal in the room to make sure eyes were on me as I distracted the crowd for you three to sneak past!" You felt yourself start to blush in embarrassment, now realizing the effect you had on your friends.
Mysterion only smirked slightly to himself, not really caring where these new emotions came from, or if you were the one who caused it or not. The fact that you were blushing, had told him everything he needed to know. "You're more than willing to... fix this then, right?"
"F-fix...?" Your eyes went wide as you heard this, already having the faintest of idea what he was requesting of you, but you wanted some sort of clarification before even agreeing. Your body shifted awkwardly as your blush intensified, pressing your index fingers against each other as you stood in front of them.
"Oh, you know... Make us feel better, right?" Human Kite decided to tag along in this now, realizing just the way that Mysterion was going about this. He seemed a lot more confident now that Mysterion had started the suggestion.
Mysterion then snuck up beside you, as you were distracted by Human Kite talking, and didn't realize just how close he'd gotten to your side. His breath tickled the side of your ear as he leaned in a bit close, and a devious smile was cornering his lips now. "You're going to help us, right?"
You jumped slightly and your face burned with blush as you felt Mysterion so close to you now. His breath caressing the side of your ear as he spoke, and the way that he managed to make his voice a few octaves lower sounded almost seductive to you. He then chuckled at your reaction, knowing that you weren't denying helping them out, and neither seemed opposed to it. You were shifting so nervously, and the blush on your cheeks only made it the more obvious that you too, were interested in the idea.
"O-of course, I'd love to help you guys however you need it!" You felt your blush deepen as Toolshed and Human Kite also decided to come closer to you, your heart leaping in your chest when Mysterion took the initiative of yanking down your gaiter that covered your mouth. You bit your lip as Mysterion then placed a finger under your chin, tilting your head upwards towards him.
"Oh, she absolutely wants it." Mysterion smirked as he then looked between Human Kite and Toolshed, who both seemed just as eager as he was now. "Does it excite you, Soul? The idea of having three men at once...?" He teased you, gently leaning in closer to provide more tension and more of a reaction out of you.
"Y-yes..." You felt your heart leap in your chest again when Mysterion was inching his face closer to yours, your eyes felt as though they were closing on their own, but he swooped down to your neck instead and began to plant gentle kisses against your skin. Not refusing the attention from Mysterion showed Human Kite and Toolshed that it was their turns to slip in and help out.
"Really? I never would've thought..." Human Kite chuckled softly as he came up behind you, gently massaging your hips as he pressed his body against your back, tracing gentle circles against your hips. "I wonder if you did this on purpose..." He teased you, his voice lower as he was speaking to your other ear, since Mysterion was blocking one of them with his neck kissing.
"Are you complaining, if it was on purpose?" Toolshed decided to be the one comment back at Human Kite's tease, as he finally had the courage to come up in front of you and properly sandwich you between himself and the Human Kite. "Wow, look how red you're getting." He chuckled softly as one of his hands caressed under your cheek, holding your head in place. Toolshed then leaned in a bit more, and brushed his lips gently against yours.
Impatiently, you pressed your lips against Toolshed's as he was just trying to tease you with his lips only brushing against yours. He was caught off guard when you gently wrapped one of your arms around his neck, to pull his face closer to yours. Both of your lips were glued together now, as the heat between the four of you grew with each passing second. With your other hand, you trailed it behind Mysterion's hood, gently grasping onto his hair as his kisses against your neck were far more forceful than earlier.
Your fingers curled into Mysterion's hair, and this caused him to get more aggressive with his neck kisses. They started off gentle, but his mouth opened against certain areas as he nibbled and bit down on a few random parts. His hand traced up from your stomach, and gently cupped one of your breasts. First being gentle, but not for too long since his eagerness had gotten the better of him, forcing him to extend his fingers outward against your breast, taking in as much as he could before squeezing.
Feeling Mysterion squeeze your breast only made you want to moan out, but since your mouth was still glued to Toolshed's, this only gave him the access he needed to slip his tongue through. Not being able to moan for long, his tongue invaded your mouth as he began to also squeeze at your other breast. Toolshed couldn't help but groan softly as he felt your guys' tongues intertwine with each other, the passion and heat only growing far more.
Human Kite trailed his hands up your back and pulled on the zipper that held your costume together, slowly yanking it down your shoulders and exposing your breasts. However, he wanted more of it off, and slid it down your hips as well, which is where he was eagerly wanting to approach. He then slipped your suit lower, allowing it to fall down your thighs, before he reached his hand around to the front of your waistline. Human Kite gently traced his fingers against your underwear, before teasingly rubbing his index and middle finger against your lower lips, your bottoms being the thin piece of fabric that separated his fingers from coming into contact with your skin.
Gasping sharply, you felt Mysterion move his attention from your neck down to one of your breasts now, his mouth gently pressing kisses on the outside of your bra, especially around where your nipple would've been. He then opened his mouth and ran his tongue along where your nipple was, and bit down gently to get a reaction from you. He smirked deviously to himself as he felt you jump in reaction, before he replaced his bite with a comforting gentle kiss.
Human Kite pushed his fingers under your underwear, and gently massaged his fingers against your lower lips now. A slight smirk was cornering his lips as he traced his index finger and middle finger between your moistness. "You're so wet..." He teased you, as he spoke close enough to your ear. "You're really enjoying all this attention, huh?" He continued on with his teasing as he gently pressed a finger against your clit, making a slow circular motion.
Whimpering softly against Toolshed's lips, you felt as your body was getting played with, and the emotions were only sending tingles against your spine. Your back arched more as Human Kite's fingers circled around your clit at such a teasing pace. Feeling your body react in such a way, had only made him want to keep it up, and only increased the pace, feeling you tremble and shudder in reaction.
"God..." Mysterion whispered to himself as he was getting so flustered from how hot your whimpers were, the way your body spasmed from the feeling of your clit being rubbed. He hooked his finger onto the cup of your bra, yanking it down. Your breast was now in complete view to him, as he pressed his open mouth against it, sucking vigorously to leave his mark on you. An audible 'pop' was heard as he pulled his mouth away from your skin, satisfied with himself when he saw that a bruise was forming where he had sucked on.
"I-I don't know how much longer I can wait." Toolshed grunted as he pulled away from your guys' steamy kiss. As he pulled away, a thin thread of saliva was between the both of your guys' lips, just showing how wet it was. "Gh- Fuck it's too much." He couldn't help but lean in and pepper kisses against your jawline, now that Mysterion was too busy working on your breast, Toolshed had his opportunity to leave his own mark on you. Toolshed opened his mouth against the crook of your neck as he nipped and sucked, not as aggressively as Mysterion did.
While Toolshed was making his mark on you, Human Kite had circled his fingers around your clit at an even faster pace now, smirking deviously as your hips bucked against his hand, unable to hold back your whimpers and moans. He could tell just how close you were, he just needed to push you a little bit more. "H-hahh... Fh-hhahh...!" You felt your breathing hitch as you felt the tingling sensation in your lower stomach grow with each second passing.
Human Kite continued with his pacing, knowing that you were so close. "Yeah, right there?" He whispered softly near your ear, his warm breath caressing your earlobe. "You going to cum for me, huh? Cum on my fingers, baby~" He grunted as he felt himself bite his lower lip just getting turned on even more when your moans were consistent and didn't seem to end. The thought of him bringing you to your orgasm was exciting for him.
At the moment that Toolshed had sunk his teeth into your skin, you felt a massive amount of pleasure surge throughout your entire body. As a result of this, you moaned out even louder than earlier, and your knees trembled and shook at just how intense of an orgasm you just had. With your knees nearly buckling, you felt a strong grasp on your waist holding you up on your feet. Human Kite had moved his hands from your breast and lips to grip onto your hips now and hold you in place.
You bent over slightly at the friction between you and Human Kite, his crotch rubbing against your ass with more friction now that you bent slightly. This caused him to shudder in response, and gasp softly. "F-fuck..." He cursed to himself, his blush deepening at how much pressure you had on his bulge, gently swaying your hips back and forth.
Now that you were bent over, you were face to face with Toolshed's pants. Reaching up with your fingers, you delicately traced your fingertips against the buttons on his pants, before unbuttoning them and giggling to yourself. He gulped thickly, and his fingers twitched with anticipation as you slid his pants off his hips, removing his boxers at the same time. His cock sprung out from hiding, and exposed its full length to you as you freed it from the confinement of his pants. He inhaled sharply when he felt you breathe against his cock, your lips ever so close to his twitching excitement.
However, you left the poor boy hanging as you turned slightly to Mysterion now, who was eagerly waiting for his turn. You were able to slip down his pants with ease since there was no buttons, and you were rather surprised that he wasn't wearing any boxers underneath. Maybe it's because he wore his undergarments over his superhero outfit for... some reason. After his cock also was freed from his pants, you could see just how excited he was as his dick was already dripping with precum.
With one hand you gripped onto Toolshed's cock, and with the other, Mysterion's. Smirking slightly to yourself as you pumped their cocks, you then leaned in closer to Mysterion's and flicked your tongue against the tip of the head. He clenched his teeth slightly in response as you then swirled your tongue ever so slowly against his sensitive tip. Then you moved over to Toolshed's cock, attempting to give both an equal amount of attention. Your tongue carefully trailed the length as he moaned out softly, shutting his eyes tightly. You pressed gentle kisses along the shaft as you continued to pump Mysterion's length.
Without realizing that Human Kite was pulling your undergarments to the side, you felt something poke and prod against your slid. Before you could really make any move or say anything about it, you felt him push his length inside of you as your mouth was open against Toolshed's cock. The force of his thrust into you pushed your mouth more onto Toolshed's cock without being able to prepare for how deep his dick went into your throat. Toolshed threw his head back and moaned out even louder as your throat squeezed against his sensitive dick.
Mysterion only grew impatient and then reached his hand under your cloak's hook to grip onto your hair, and brought your head to face his direction again, as he lined his dick near your mouth. He was happy when you didn't ask questions but took his cock in your mouth again, bobbing your head along his shaft as Human Kite pounded you from the back. Your moans vibrated against Mysterion's hardened cock, causing him to part his mouth slightly and pant softly at how good this felt to him. Your fingers curled around Toolshed's, and you pumped his shaft again to make sure he didn't feel left out. During this time, Human Kite had his hands gripped onto your hips tightly as he whimpered softly from how rough he was pushing his entire length into you.
"H-hoooly fuck..." Human Kite bit his bottom lip tightly as his fingers gripped onto your hips even tighter, nearly leaving bruises from the intensity. Your pussy's walls tightened around his cock with each and every thrust of his. He couldn't help but quicken his pacing as he was just feeling way too good from how inviting your cunt was.
Moaning softly against Mysterion's cock, he only gripped even tighter to your hair to hold you in place on his cock. He pushed your head down on his shaft, and held it there for a few seconds before letting you back up for air, grunting and groaning as he felt your tight throat take him all in. "Sh-shit, Y/N..." He panted out, his blush burning his cheeks. His voice was raspy as he called out your name, but immediately pushed your head deep against his cock again, your tongue tracing the vein on his cock as he pushed your head deeper to take in his full length. Your moans never ceased, as he held your face there as long as he could, but the vibration from your moans and your tongue trailing the vein on his shaft was getting too much for him. He pulled you back up by your hair, as he stopped himself from cumming, not wanting to end your guy's fun just yet.
A yelp escaped from your mouth as you felt a slap across your ass from Human Kite, as he plunged his cock deeper inside of you, panting and moaning out. "Y/N...!" He began to blush deeply, feeling himself only get closer and closer to his climax. This only caused his thrusts to quicken even further, his pacing getting more erratic and his rhythm being thrown off as he'd gotten far too excited. "I-I'm gonna'...!" He felt himself stutter and his voice catch in his throat as he tried to keep up his momentum.
Mysterion then looked over at Toolshed with a devious glint in his eyes as it seemed like he had a plan. "I know we both can't wait for each other to take turns..." Mysterion suggested, as he felt a slight smirk corner his lips. Toolshed also seemed to catch on to what Mysterion was suggesting, and also seemed interested in what he was going to say. "Let's go at the same time, yeah?"
Human Kite's thrusts became longer, slower, and had more force behind them as he finally was at his limit. He panted out as his hands lessened their grip on your hips, his cock only releasing his excitement deep within you. Your eyes went wide in response, and your blush was ever so deep red on your cheeks. He panted softly, and didn't have much time to say anything before Toolshed grabbed you by the hips now, and pulled you both to the ground. With yourself on top of Toolshed now, you were rather caught off guard at first, but seeing just how excited he was, you knew you had to help him out as well.
Lifting your rear up, you positioned yourself above his cock, before lowering yourself onto him. Once his full length was inside of you, you rocked your hips as you began to ride him, watching him blush a deep shade of red, and try to hold back a moan. Rocking your hips against him, you reached a hand up to his chest, gently grasping onto his shirt as you kept up with your riding. His hands shot to your hips as they guided you against his cock, his hands pulling you more onto him, wanting to feel more of your body pressed against him.
Mysterion was now behind you both, but he had other plans in mind. Without warning you, he pushed you down onto Toolshed, to where you were fully laying on top of him now. This now exposed your cunt and his cock inside of you to Mysterion, which only made him want to go through with this even more. "Fuck, open up for me Princess, alright?" He cooed softly, as he pushed the top of his cock against your slit as well, nudging against Toolshed's cock.
"Wh-whoah, shit." Toolshed grunted as he felt the pressure increase inside of you, when Mysterion was forcing his cock into the same hole that Toolshed was occupying. Toolshed looked to you in concern, seeing that your eyes were wide and you seemed to have tears start to form. "H-hey, you're good..." He calmly spoke to you, caressing the side of your cheek in a calming manner. His fingers gently caressed your cheek, your jawline, and against the side of your neck as he pulled you close to him and kissed your tears away from being stretched further.
"A-almost, babe." Mysterion grunted as he slowly pushed more of his cock inside, sure this meant that his cock would also be rubbing against Toolshed's but he really didn't mind this at all. "You're such a good girl..." He cooed softly to you as he leaned over your back, kissing against your shoulder blade.
After a few seconds of getting used to Mysterion and Toolshed occupying the same hole, they knew that it was time to start thrusting at the same time. Wrapping his arms tightly around your back, Toolshed planted his feet on the ground as he forced his hips upwards, thrusting into you as Mysterion had his hands on your hips, keeping you in place as he also went at the same pacing and timing as Toolshed. At the same time, their cocks plunged in and out of you, mixing around not only Human Kite's previous cum, but your own excitement and the boys' precum. The moment was just so hot, steamy, your mind was going blank.
"Fhhaaahh... H-haah...!" You panted out as your eyes wanted to roll back in your head from the feeling of two cocks thrusting and throbbing so deep inside of you. This was something you'd never done before, but God was it so worth having this little accident of your Emotion Manipulation accidentally getting used against your fellow teammates. It's like you all had forgotten you even had a mission in the first place, all you cared about was the fact that you were helping your teammates relieve themselves.
"Ooh... I think she likes it...." Toolshed smirked as he pressed a gentle kiss against your neck, his voice in an almost teasing-like tone. "She's squeezing so tight~" He chuckled as he teased you, thrusting his hips even more now as the tension between you all were growing more as time progressed.
Mysterion smirked at this, and smacked a hand against your rear, plunging himself deeper into you now, ecstatic to hear that this forced a louder moan out of you. "Soul really knows how to take this pipe..." He chuckled in such a low tone near your ear, and bit the bottom of his lip. "I wonder how long she's waited for this..." Mysterion kissed your shoulder, as he tried to hold back his grunts of pleasure.
"Fhuh-.... Fh-fuuuck....!" You threw your head back and felt yourself moan out even more now, the pressure of their cocks both rearranging you from the inside was all too much for you to handle. Your mind went blank as a slight bit of drool was on the corner of your mouth, biting your lip tightly. You knew you were close again, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't want this to last longer.
Toolshed felt himself grunt and blush deeply at the noises that you were making, he couldn't help but watch as your tits bounced in his face from the rhythm of being pushed back and forth by the forces of their thrusting. He was mesmerized by the look on your face, and how the blush painted your cheeks. It made him want to go even faster, and harder, only wanting to hear you make even more noise. "S-sing for me, Soul." He wrapped his arms around you more tightly as his thrusting became more forceful and dominant.
"H-haah... Fh-fhuhhh... H-haaaa...! I'm c-close...!" You whimpered out as you panted out, your moaning only increasing now that the speed and thrusting have only gotten even harder and longer with Mysterion and Toolshed both getting even closer to their limits now as well. "Th-there...! P-please!"
"You feel good babe?" Mysterion hissed near your ear as he felt himself getting even more excited, closer to his climax the louder you moaned for them. His heart leapt in his chest when you whimpered out, and panted from their rhythm only getting more erratic, and losing its tempo. "Cum on our cocks. Come on, cum for us babe..." He grunted near your ear, nibbling softly on the top of your ear now as he was being a bit commanding with his words.
"S-so hot..." Toolshed groaned at this, feeling as your body trembled under his touch. "Our cocks make you feel this good..." He smirked slightly, feeling as your body trembled even more, and your breathing only increased.
"I-I'm...! I...!" You tried to finish your sentence, but a whimper caught in your throat as your body spasmed from the intense orgasm you'd just felt. Feeling your pussy clamp on their dicks, and almost pull them in more is what drove the boys over their edge. You could feel as their cocks pulsated inside of you, releasing their sperm, coating the inside of your walls.
Everyone was panting, and out of breath from the rather... interesting distraction from your main mission. You were sitting on the floor as you tried to catch your breath again, your head dizzy and light headed from the amount of lust and pleasure you'd just gone through. The semen from all three boys was slowly pooling out on the floor underneath you. You groaned slightly, realizing that they were careless with their antics.
"So, same time, same place, tomorrow?" Mysterion winked at you, chuckling as he saw that you were trying to regain yourself after getting pounded by three men.
Your eyes shot over in his direction, seeing his wink which caused you to blush. "W-well, I uh-..." You seemed more embarrassed now that your mind wasn't overtaken by lust. However, doing this again with them... wouldn't be such a bad thing, right?
"Did you forget we have a mission?" Human Kite reminded Mysterion, as he was finally composed enough to get his pants back up, and wiping his face as he tried to get his blush to cease.
"Oh shit, the mission-" Toolshed smiled sheepishly as he rubbed a hand against the back of his neck, already forgetting that you guys were already there for a mission, but you couldn't blame him with all the head and the passion they just all experienced.
"That's great, and all. But I need to get cleaned up." You sighed, looking between the three of them. The three boys only looked smug in return, seeing just how helpless and inviting you looked.
"You know..." Mysterion took a step forward to you again, and had a hint of excitement in his eyes. "I think you're using those damn powers of yours again..."
"I think you're right..." Human Kite also took a step forward, beside Mysterion as he looked down at you again.
"Am I hearing a round two?" Toolshed smirked deviously as he snapped his belt between his hands' grasp.
The three of their shadows cast over you as they all hovered over your sitting figure, you looking up at them with wide eyes. They looked like predators ready to pounce on their prey, and there was only one way you could think about responding to this.
