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SP Jock!Kyle & Goth!Stan AU

[Uhhhhhh felt like writing these two a while back and forgot to post it here oopsies. But anyways some minor plot at the beginning and then straight on pwp bcs why not.]

"Weather reports state that there might be a downpour this afternoon. Be sure to-", the television was turned off, the remote control put on a nearby shelf as Stan tied his laces.

He had plans to make pasta for dinner, but after rummaging through an almost empty pantry, Stan soon found out that he didn't have any ingredients for it. Stan frowned at the state of his kitchen. It was because he had been too lazy to do anything, but this gave him more of a reason to do some grocery shopping.

Stan slipped past the massive crowd in the mall, his lithe and small form had made it easier for him to manuever around.

A shop sign caught his attention and he figured he'd shortly stop by Henrietta's store. He popped in to say hello. There was another person talking with the plus-sized goth, giggling with her. It looks like Tweek had began to be less anxious than before, he'd always dressed haphazardly as a child, but he seemed pretty alright now.

"Hey Hen, just thought I'd stop by to say hello. I'll take the usual stuff," He turned to the blonde. "Hey, Tweek. Are you here to buy stuff for Craig?"

"Oh! Not actually. I, ngh, really like the scented candles here. They're really nice and Henrietta makes the best ones. So, here I am." Tweek then continued to pick out candles with Henrietta.

Henrietta put Stan's bagged items on the counter, "Alright, that'll be 2 bucks. Oh my God, Tweek, you have to try this new one! It'll be perfect for when you and Craig can set the mood on." Tweek turned red as tomatoes and blubbered that he just needed a 'relaxing' smell. Stan had slipped his dollars towards Henrietta, but he was intrigued by how effective the candles were if it could even calm down Tweek.

"So, you and Craig are really going to town, huh. " Stan didn't even bother to sound shocked. Instead, it came out like it was a matter of fact. He'd seen it coming. Well, everyone in South Park did. Poor Tweek still didn't get the memo.

"Aagh! That's, gah, none of your business! " Tweek yelled, almost bursting Stan's eardrums. **Jesus**.

"Besides," Tweek had his eyes squinted, looking at Stan with curiousity, "I thought you and Kyle were going out too? He won't shut up about you during boxing practise. Fuck, just because I'm the only openly gay person there doesn't mean I need to hear all about his gay thoughts."

Now, it was Stan's turn to look at the blonde as if he'd suddenly grown another pair of heads, "We aren't going out."

Tweek could only blink in surprise, hit with the realization of what was happening.

"Oh." Was all Tweek could say in response.

Tweek had only shrugged since he figured it wasn't something he needed to look into and Henrietta, the lovely bystander, looked at Stan with a brow raised and merely nodded in understanding. Stan soon left the store and grumbled in the street, his money to buy groceries had been wasted on a compulsive urge to buy the exact same candles that Tweek bought, just so he can relax and take his mind off Kyle.

Kyle. That fucking conformist.

The redhead had been messing with him ever since he came from New Jersey. His red hair had been his most striking physical attribute, aside from his height and level of buffness. All the girls had flocked to him the very second he came out Of his car. Unbeknownst to them, he was actually a closeted gay. His sexuality still remained a mystery to Stan.

As far as Stan had bothered, Kyle had always been more better than him. Not even shy of his academics, the redhead was perfect in everything. Like the wet dream of parents and teachers alike. It was so ridiculous for Stan. But somehow, the redhead always seemed to have a thing for Stan. Though, he was an asshole to him when everyone was around. Stan found his company to be endearing when it's only both of them together.

Like when they played 7 minutes in heaven. The damned bottles was spun by Kyle and it had pointed at Stan, who had paled when he knew who he was going to be stuck with. They had to drag him by the hands into the room next door and shove him into the closet.

"We'll knock on the door when your 7 minutes is up! So, no running away. Both of you." Stan could hear the laughter in Wendy's voice along with a few giggling girls and a Kenny wolf whistling before they shut the lights and closed the door.

Stan could absolutely feel Kyle pressing near him. They aren't touching much, but god if Kyle's raising chest didn't grab his attention immediately. The redhead had to cage both his hands beside Stan's head so they'd have room in the space of the small area.

"Well, well, if this isn't a nice surprise tonight Stanley Marsh." Kyle's voice was clearly heard, and it made Stan gasp as his ears felt tickled. He could feel his heart pound in his chest, and it suffocated him.

"Sh-Shut the fuck up." Stan grumbled, rubbbing his ear with a hand. "And keep your hands to yourself, Broflovski."

Stan audibly squeaked when he felt a hand squeezing his butt. The goth felt as if he could die from embarassment, he knew both of them had heard it. Kyle was pinning his body against Stan using his chest. Stan gasped as his back hit the wall, the Jock's hand was sandwiched in the middle; groping and feeling his ass through skinny jeans.

"Wrap your hands around my neck Stan. " Kyle rumbled lowly, loving how his chest was rising and falling against the goth. He made space between them and Stan gingerly squeezed his arms through. Kyle's other hand began to snake underneath the goth's shirt, feeling the other shiver as he slowly ran his fingers upwards. The redhead felt his hair getting combed through and pulled as he bent down to kiss Stan on the jaw and kept descending, spending a bit of his time on the teen's milky, pale neck.

"Ah- Kyle.." Stan could feel that devilish hand behind him squeezing and massaging. He jumped a bit as Kyle opened the buttons to his pants and pulled down the zip. Snaking in a hand to rub his still clothed dick. "Ah!" Stan cried out, his voice had raised in pitch.

"N-No, wait! Kyle, d-don't or-" Stan begged, his grip on Kyle's hair growing tighter. But this only encouraged Kyle more.

Kyle could feel Stan's semi-hard dick poking against him. He could hear the goth panting and his hips arching into him.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who's enjoying this." Kyle said with a smirk. Stan felt as if his entire body was on fire. If he could drop dead now, now would be a good time… Or not. It's bad enough to die in the arms of the person he hated, especially if it was during a game of Seven Minutes In Heaven.

Stan huffed and he wasn't sure if it was out of anger or teenage horniness. His breath stuttered as Kyle cupped his bulge, and kept rubbing it in slow circles. The redhead licked his lips, hearing Stan's tiny moans and gasps in such close proximity made his mouth dry.

The goth felt like putty in Kyle's hands. Out of nature, he began to grind on the Jock's hip, but due to height differences, he ended up grinding exactly near Kyle's pelvis and that had pulled out a throaty groan from him.

Stan's ears perked at the sound, and it only made him more turned on, much to his dismay.

But before any of them had come, a burst of bright light came showering through the cracks of the closet.

And it was the absolute worst case of blue balls ever to occur in the history of mankind.

Stan passed by their local coffee shop, the infamous Tweek Bros. Unbeknownst to him, Kyle had been watching every single movement from afar. The redhead was bemused by Stan's aggresive walking, but he decided to get cheeky and maybe mess with him for bit.

Kyle had already paid for his coffee, so he went outside and ran to catch up to Stan; who looked like someone who had woken up on the wrong side of the bed.

"So, we meet again goth head. What have you got there?" Kyle gestured towards the bag held in Stan's hand.

Stan yanked it away from view and only glared at the redhead's direction. He walked past Kyle, but Kyle wasn't about to give up just yet. "Earth to goth-head, do you copy?"

"It's none of your fucking business is what," Stan grumbled. He was clearly annoyed at Kyle's insistence to keep up with him. He was walking ahead, and Kyle was walking backwards while facing him with his usual jock pose of putting his arms behind his head.

Stan saw an alleyway and began to debate in his head if it was worth running and hiding away from the jock or just keep ignoring him. Stan chose the former. Atleast, he wouldn't be annoyed any longer.

"Aww, is somebody mad at me?" Kyle dragged a finger down his face and did a mock expression of a crying person. It only served to piss Stan off.

And it did.

So, with one last ditch effort, Stan pointed to a nearby gym and exclaimed, "Look! They're giving out free gym memberships and a scholarship lucky draw!"

"There is?" Kyle looked away distractedly and tried to locate the gym from where he was standing. Stan took this opportunity to run into the alleyway and hide far from he jock which he detested so much.

After a few minutes of sprinting and turning, Stan had thought he was already far enough from the jock. He huffed from breathlessness and felt a certain numbness that began to seep through his canvas shoes. Then again, he shouldn't be wearing Converse in the middle of November without any proper socks.

Stan sighed in relief, Kyle wouldn't be bothering him now. The prick would always try to ruin his day and bumping into him had put Stan in a pretty sour mood.

"Damn asshole, nearly made me drop my-" Stan's eyes widened at the realization of the sudden loss of his earlier purchased items. He looked behind to see if there was a trail, as if the items would magically turn up and form a trail like in the cartoons.

"You were looking for this? "

Before Stan could look in front and towards the sound of the voice, he saw black momentarily and both of his hands were stuck suspended above his head. Stan panicked for a while, that was until he had a whiff of cologne that smelled familiar and saw who was above him.

He was getting pinned. Pinned to the cold, hard ground, but Worst of all, the ground hadn't really completely frozen over, laying on a puddle of freezing water was what it seemed like.

"Get the fuck off of me," He knew it was Kyle. From the flash of red hair to his pompous shoes, the jock was staring down at him.

Kyle didn't let off, but instead he balanced his weight on one free hand and pinned Stan's legs using the weight of his knee. He was careful not to push and hurt the boy, though.

"Why do you run from me, Stan?"

Stan began to squirm under the tough hold, but it was just useless since he'd only get to nowhere and Kyle was physically stronger than him, "It's fucking cold! "

Kyle tutted and lowered his voice, " I ask you a question, but you'd always avoid me. Now you can't run away- not unless you answer to my question first."

"Jesus, you're scaring me Kyle!" Stan whined from the numbness in his arms, he really hated being cold despite living in Colorado all his life. "You're just an asshole, okay? There. That's your fucking answer."

"I don't believe that's all to it." Kyle pursed his lips, but he eased his hold on Stan for a bit. "Being an asshole is a vague enough answer."

"Look, just let me up and we can talk." Stan has completely given up on resisting. He's not oblivious towards Kyle's actions, and he's certainly not going to simply run away since the jock would always catch up to him.

"We could," Kyle then pressed down again, and Jesus Christ Stan could feel his ears getting tickled from the the Jock's warm breath, ghosting beside him like an incantation wrapped around his head. "But you look rather pretty like this laid on the ground." And shit, that really did send a message to Stan's dick.

Kyle cocked his head to the side, looking below on Stan and somehow being transfixed on the flush building on his cheeks. He really did mean it, as much as he'd try to deny it, Stan looked really pretty and though his cynical outlook on life would throw off pretty much most people, Kyle found his cynicism to be rather interesting - and endearing as well.

"Come to my place, then." Stan furrowed his brows and looked at Kyle in disbelief. "I know, I know. I'm an asshole. But we need to talk things out."

Kyle eventually got off of Stan and hoisted the smaller male up. If looks could kill, Kyle would've been a dead man already; not only did he ruin Stan's outfit, he had made Stan lose the things he bought earlier.

Just as suddenly, there was a crack of thunder followed shortly by a heavy downpour of rain. Both of them were immediately drenched.

"Well, shit. My place is just around a few blocks from here. Kyle called out to Stan, leading him to his apartment. "We gotta run though, seems like it's getting stronger! "

There were splashes spread everywhere as both males ran in the street. Most of the pedestrians were already inside buildings, while some of them were having troubles with holding their umbrellas due to the harsh wind.

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Water dripped onto the welcoming mat of Kyle's home. "Wait here, I'll be back with a towel for you." Kyle said, looking disgruntled as he realized he would have to clean his carpet again.

Stan stood awkwardly near the door, looking around at Kyle's home. It wasn't as 'douchey as he thought it would. He had imagined those crappy hipster looking brick walls and those horrendous benching sets. But to his surprise, the interior were minimalistic in style. Even the floor and the walls looked as if someone had been paid to design the place.

"Looks nice, doesn't it?" Kyle had come back, extending a towel towards Stan as he dried himself up.

Stan only gave him a look and took the towel and began to wipe, but he was short a few centimetres when he realized just how dirty his clothes are. "Ugh, on second thought, just let me use your shower."

"My shower is in my room, you can use that. " Kyle pointed to a room at the far left. "I'll lend you some of my clothes and put them on a rack, so don't lock the door."

"Right, and I'm supposed to believe that. You pervert."

"Only if you want me to," Kyle shoots a wink towards Stan. The noirette fake gagged, making Kyle chuckle at his antics.

After closing the door, Stan shucked off his damp clothes and underwear into a hamper basket by the door and took off his hat and hung it on the door hook. He took a quick glance at he sink mirror and grimaced at his smudged eyeliner.

Stan stepped into the shower and inspected each shower gels and shampoo that Kyle owned. He experimently opened a random bottle and smelled its contents.

It all smells like Kyle.

A cold shiver overtook him, and he closed the cap quickly and turned the shower on. Stan sighed in delight as warm water touched his hair all the way to his feet, it felt like a pleasant hug after a tiring day. Stan hummed and felt himself relax under the heat of the shower.

He picked back the shower gel that he smelled just now and used it. He later realized that he must be smelling like Kyle and immediately blushed as he thought of the redhead jock.

His mind wandered to that time when they played 7 minutes in heaven. Stan closed his eyes and thinks about how Kyle hand touched him. Biting a finger, Stan absentmindedly held his cock and began stroking it. The smell and sensation of his cock and the body wash were amalgamating together, creating fuel for his lewd thoughts.

"nnh-! Hah.. Kyle..!" Stan placed his head unto the cool tile, letting the warm shower water cascade behind his back. It was embarrassing for Stan to indulge in the thought of the Kyle's scent on him, it felt like an aphrodisiac had been injected into his senses and he can't help but think of Kyle's hands on him.

Lost in his imagination and lust, Stan momentarily forgot where he was; too caught up with the heady scent of Kyle on him, it was as if a primal urge had awoken inside him.

Stan imagined Kyle touching his chest and playing with his nipples and moaned lowly as he touched himself, back arching in tingling pleasure as he tries his best to quietly call out Kyle's name in between moans.

Stan squeaked when a pair of muscled arms had suddenly held him around the waist, angling his bottom to a pair of trousers that he could feel the distinct outline of a male's hard on gyrating behind him, sending shivers down his spine.

"… Let me know when this gets uncomfortable and we can stop." Kyle whispered hotly into Stan's ear. He could only nod because Stan had caught up to his mortification of getting found out in the most embarrassing way.

"H-How much did you hear?" Stan asked, his face was flushed red, and the warm shower only seemed to enhance that effect.

" A bit of this, a bit of that.. " Kyle mumbled into Stan's nape, sliding his right hand upwards to grab one of the goth's wrist , and smirked devilishly as he heard the smaller male gasp. "Do you want this, Stan? "

"I - I," Stan felt like his brain had fried, every touch of the Jock was like an intoxicating feeling. He shouldn't want this, really shouldn't.

But..

He really couldn't lie to himself anymore.

"I want you."

In that instance, it felt like the tension between them had snapped. Kyle sank his teeth into Stan's pale shoulder like a beast in fervour heat, a surprised yelp escaped from Stan's mouth. He didn't expect for the jock to actually be into something like biting. Kyle's other free hand yanked Stan closer to his pelvis with the pull of his hips, gyrating against the younger male's bottom. Kyle grunted as Stan dropped his head and bit his lip to stifle his moans.

Kyle's rough manhandling excited Stan so much, his cock was practically leaking at this point. But the clothes between them was starting to bother Stan so much.

"Let up." Stan commanded, although he whined at the loss of body contact with the redhead, it would be mended soon. Kyle let go of his wrist and the humping ceased, and he raised one red brow at Stan.

Stan turned around, and the sight of the goth flushed naked with his dick leaking was such a heavenly sight for Kyle, he might as well be hearing angels singing in a melodious choir. Stan slotted himself into Kyle's body till all the jock could see was the top Stan's wet locks down to the delicious curvature of his ass. Kyle couldn't resist such a sight.

Stan was beginning to pull up Kyle's shirt, and was momentarily distracted when there he felt two hands groping his behind, playing with the flesh and overall caressing it. Stan felt electricity course through his spine as he moaned from the feeling, his hands were trembling, especially when Kyle rubbed the small of his back as his other hand continued to grope him.

"Hahh-- unfair." The goth breathed out, seemingly out of breath.

"Only because you are too." Kyle playfully winks at Stan, loving the feel of soft and slippery skin under his rough palms. "God, your ass feels amazing."

Stan manages to free Kyle of his shirt, despite the very distracting action. Stan had to reprimand Kyle for a bit because he was too embarassed to admit that he could've come right there and then if Kyle wouldn't stop fondling his bottom.

Kyle kicked off his pants and underwear in a desperate fervour. There was a perfectly fine body in front of him and he wanted to waste no time not touching Stan. Kyle cupped one side of Stan's face and leaned downed to meet his lips. The goth moaned as he felt Kyle continuing to fondle his ass. Both of their chest began rising and falling in tandem.

Stan cried out when a hand stroked his dick. The smooth, wet movement made him bite Kyle's under lip and release it as they continued to make out. He felt his spine shudder as Kyle expertly flicked his thumb over the tip, and slid down back to the base.

A string of saliva left hanging between them when they separated. Stan was flushing red, even Kyle thought that his dick looked very cute. He couldn't resist exploring Stan's body using his other hand, and pinched a pink nipple.

Stan immediately covered his mouth with both hands and let out a muffled cry. The way how Kyle was pinching and rolling the sensitive nub under his fingers had made him instantly melt, and when Kyle licked and bit, his legs buckled and Stan could feel the tip of his dick already leaking from the stimulation.

"Mmf.. Ahhh-! K-Kyle… Noo-!" He whined at the contact, his voice rising in pitch as Kyle kept pumping his dick. He gripped the jock's hair with one hand, while still letting out muffled moans. Soon, Stan cried out as he saw white and came in Kyle's hand, his body still buzzing as Kyle slowly pumped him. His chest was littered with bite marks and it began to sting pleasantly.

"Good boy." Kyle praised him, and kissed him gently on the lips. Then, Stan was gently lowered to kneel. He looked up through wet lashes and gulped as he saw Kyle's huge cock. Kyle traced the tip of it to Stan's lips and the noirette nuzzled and kissed it, sending a pleasant jolt that made the redhead groan.

Hearing the redhead respond to his touches was what made Stan want to be bolder. The base of Kyle's cock was massaged, and it helped so he wouldn't choke. The redhead hissed when Stan enveloped the entire thing in his mouth. Stan moaned as he began to bob his head, feeling tears begin to form by the corners of his eyes as he went deeper.

Stan looked up from his view and shuddered when he saw the predatory gaze in those sharp, green eyes. Kyle licked his lips and took his cock out from the noirette's mouth, gave it a few quick pumps, and came all over Stan's face. He smirked in delight at seeing beads of cum sticking to the boy's face, and well.. It was hot. The way how the noirette's body was flushing red, cum dripping off of his chin, and the way how Stan made his heart beat faster when he licked some of the cum from his fingers and looked up at him with those bedroom eyes.

"You're such an asshole" Stan lowly said, but there was no malice to it. The goth found it pretty hot too, but he was also grossed out by the stickiness on his face so he washed it off in the still running shower.

Kyle had suggested going to his bedroom since he didn't really have lube in his bathroom. Stan only hummed as a sign of approval and turned the shower off.

A yelp escaped the goth as Kyle instantly carried him in bride style and made haste. Stan was then gently lowered into bed. Stan hadn't realized he had his arms around Kyle's neck for balance, blushing to himself as he found himself instinctively clutching close to the redhead. He released after feeling the soft sheets on his body, and he gradually loosened his grip.

"I'm going to prepare you now, are you ready for this? " Kyle rummaged through his bedside drawers and produced an unopened lube bottle.

"I--I.." Stan's heart was beating fast, he had heard and known to some degree how gay sex worked but he had never actually gone and tried it. More accurately so, Stan has never truly gotten the sexual experience other than kissing and masturbating. "I'm actually still a.. Uh.."

"Hmm? " Kyle queried with a hum, tilting his head. He had noticed that Stan was fidgeting more and more. The goth couldn't even maintain eye contact. "Don't worry, I've got experience. I'll take care of you"

Stan figured he should place a little bit more trust into Kyle, considering the unexpected situation they were in. "Alright, I trust you."

Kyle swore his heart could just melt at the sight of Stan being very vulnerable to him. Those words and his eyes were enough to make his heart soar to the sky.

Oh, if only Stan knew the effect he had on him.

"Lay face down for me. " And Stan did so, hugging unto a piece of pillow as he heard the sound of a cap popping open, "That's it. Hips up and widen your legs, yes, just like that. You're such a good boy. "

Stan began to feel even more turned on when he heard praises from the redhead. He pressed his very much red face into the pillow, his dick was getting harder again and he was sure Kyle had noticed it too.

Kyle squeezed a generous amount of lube onto fingers and experimentally rubbed them. He sighed in delight upon seeing the noirette flushed on his bed. Without wasting a single second, he was behind Stan and rubbing his lubbed fingers against Stan's very pink rim. Kyle enjoyed the gasps from Stan. He could feel the smaller male tremble just from his slight touches.

"Take a deep breath, I'm going to insert a finger now." Kyle warned before slowly protruding his finger into Stan's tight hole. "That's it, deep breaths. I'll be moving now." As he worked through loosening up Stan, Kyle took the opportunity to look at the Noirette, who looked very much in discomfort.

The discomfort soon ebbed to become somewhat pleasure, but Stan still groaned after another finger was inserted. He looked at Kyle over his shoulder, "It feels, haahh, weird. " He panted out.

Stan remembered to take in deep breaths, feeling Kyle nosing at his hair. He felt rather at peace and oddly sleepy, despite having two fingers up his ass- That was until Kyle had brushed upon a bundle of nerves that made his body jolt in electrifying jolt as he felt tears gather at the edge of his eyes from that momentary shock of pleasure.

"Wh-What was that? " Stan asked, panting from the draining reaction just now.

Kyle devilishly grinned and rubbed against Stan's prostate again, making the smaller male mewl against the pillow. Kyle repeatedly brushed aginst the sensitive nerves, pulling out screams from the goth. His voice was like heaven to Kyle's ears. Deeming that Stan was ready enough, Kyle finally added a third finger which felt so much of a stretch for Stan.

"Hah! Kyle, that's too much! " Stan hugged tightly unto the pillow, feeling his back arch from the repeated abuse of his prostate. "Naahhh-! K-Kyle! "

Kyle slowed down, but he didn't stop, "Take deep breaths, Stan. Are you hurt anywhere? "

Stan huffed and worked on getting his breaths in order, but Kyle was still hitting those bundle of nerves, albeit slower. "I-I'm good. You, aah, make me feel good" Stan moaned into the pillow, absolutely tantalized by the feeling of getting fingered.

Kyle's cock got harder at the sight of Stan losing himself because of him. He groaned whenever he felt that tight little hole clenched on him. Kyle was afraid his self-patience was running out of time.

"Nhhm.. A-Are we done preparing me?" Stan looked from over his shoulder again, his face was red and saliva was stringing from his mouth to the pillow, and it served to turn on Kyle even more. "I think I'm ready to.. To.. H-have you inside me."

"We're done, sweetheart." Kyle cooed, absolutely infatuated by a very debauched Stanley Marsh. He took out his fingers and used the same hand to slather his cock with lube. Stan could only stare hotly at the manly organ, as he wondered how something that huge could possibly fit him if fingers alone would already make him feel stretched.

Kyle lined up with Stan's hole and gave a short warning before he slowly pushed in the head. As he gripped Stan's hips, he could feel the noirette tremble below him. "Are you alright? " Kyle asked, making sure that he didn't overdo anything.

"It h-hurts a bit. I'm fine though." Stan managed to say in between breaths. "You can continue."

Kyle pushed in more, groaning when he felt Stan's tight, warm walls enclosing unto him. "You feel so good, Stan." He kept pushing in until an inch of his manhood was still out, his pubic hair tickling the skin of Stan's butt. "I'm going to keep moving now, take deep breaths, okay? "

"Yeah, aaahhhh-?!" Kyle had pulled out until the head and had pushed in. The redhead repeated this action until Stan got used to his girth. "Hahh, mnn Kyle!"

Stan's voice was beginning to rise in volume each time Kyle pounded into him. Stan wasn't hiding his face in the pillow anymore, each time he felt his prostate brushed, a very vocal moan would be pulled out of him. It was like music to Kyle's ears. Stan yelped when he felt a sharp sting at his right shoulder where Kyle had bit him, the redhead then using his tounge to lick the wound apologetically.

As they found themselves moving into a rhythm, Kyle's thrusts were becoming more faster and harder… Which pulled more screams from Stan, who was very much feeling too overwhelmed by the sensation that was building up within him.

Stan panicked a bit when he felt both of his wrist getting pulled behind him, followed by a rough thrust by Kyle. Stan's back immediately arched as he felt fresh facets of tears leak almost immediately. He saw sparks and he was sure the high pitched moans he was letting out was going to hurt his vocal cords after this.

"Aahh-Hahh-! Kyle!" A thrust, "Kyle, nnhh, Please! " A thrust, "Stop! Hahh!- Stop! " A thrust.

"STOP! KYLE! " Stan yelled with all his might, his wrist was immediately freed and Kyle had pulled out of him. Stan began to slowly lower his sore hips and cried softly, cradling his wrists near his face. He felt entirely embarassed that he had gone and done something like that, but he was also suddenly very emotional and he didn't know why.

"I- oh god- I didn't mean to. " Kyle laid next to Stan and gently patted his head. "I went overboard, I'm so sorry, Stan. I was so far into it, I didn't realize I was hurting you. " Kyle protectively brought Stan closer to him, as he gently rubbed his lower back. "Where were you hurt? "

Stan merely shook his head and cried even more. He had no idea why he felt emotional at a time like this, Stan bit his lip and turned around to press his face into Kyle's chest. Stan momentarily sobbed, warm tears began to fall from his lashes. He felt a hand card through his black locks, it helped calm him down as he closed his eyes and took several breaths before talking.

"I'm so sorry," Stan didn't know what else to say, he was mortified when he began crying. Kyle pulled him into a hug and rubbed circles around his hips.

"I'm the one who should apologize. I got too carried away and hurt you even when I promised not to. You have every right to be mad at me. We can even stop now if that would make you better" Kyle kissed the top of Stan's head, "You make the choice, Stan. I don't want to force you into anything you don't want"

After hearing the redhead's words, Stan's heart fluttered as if there was a million butterflies swarming inside his stomach. They stayed like that until Stan had calmed down. With Kyle still cooing and making gentle gestures to not scare him off, Stan found that he appreciated this part of Kyle who didn't act like the asshole jock he was in front of everybody. The one who's actually gentle and makes sure he isn't hurt. A dull pleasurable buzzing feeling was felt emanating from his chest.

He blushed as he felt the stickiness between his legs with every minute movements he made. Stan took one good look at Kyle and slotted himself closer to him, their sweaty legs dangling together, Kyle's fingers still rubbing circles around his hip. Stan silently brought up a hand and caressed Kyle's face, his thumb gently swiping on the redhead's unfairly perfect cheekbone. He was pretty sure his heartbeat was beating so loud that the whole world could hear it.

Stan moved upwards, their chest sliding against each other until their lips were only a breath apart. Ocean eyes stared back into green, and in that short, quiet moment, Stan closed the gap between them and took Kyle's mouth into his, licking the top lip before getting granted access into the wet cavern.

Kissing Stan was like heaven reaching down to greet Kyle. The noirette's kisses were shy and kitten-like, it was experimental at best and reflected the honesty of Stan's feelings. Stan shut both of his eyes, his lashes still damp from the tears. Kyle's heart was beating much harder. He stopped rubbing circles on the hip and pulled Stan closer and held him by the small of his back, which made Stan gasp in surprise.

Kyle then pushed deeper to thrust his tounge into Stan's mouth. The boy moaned at the contact as he felt himself become more heated from the kisses. His lower lip were then caught and gently bit on, eliciting small cries from him and a muffled whimper when Kyle kissed him deeply again.

The kiss broke when Stan separated for air, he was panting and flushed red, his eyes were glassy and his ass was throbbing from the absence of a Kyle's dick inside him. He shivered as he felt Kyle kiss his neck and suck a hickey there. Stan's reaction to the touches and kisses was satisfying for Kyle. He pleasantly hummed on Stan's shoulder, letting his hair drop to the front of his eyes.

Stan turned to whisper into Kyle's ear, "I want to continue. Mmh, need you. Want your dick inside me again, Kyle." Hot air hit the shell of Kyle's reddened ear, he groaned as he heard the noirette practically moan into his ear.

Kyle pulled his head back and was met by the most erotic sight of the goth. The boy's lips were reddened and bruised, his eyes were glassy and half-closed, looking as if he was on the precipice of being lost in the haze of lust.

Kyle felt something animalistic implode from within him. He wasn't sure whether that was just Stan making his brain turn to mush or it was something long time coming since their time in seven minutes of heaven. Kyle certainly wasn't as religious, but he thanked whatever deity there was out there that made this happen.

"Oh baby, I've got you," Kyle growled out. His voice was becoming huskier from arousal, but he needed to make sure he didn't hurt Stan again. He didn't want any of this to be a bad memory for him, "Lay down for me, that's a good boy."

Stan got himself situated in a comfortable position, his body following the soft decompression of the pillow. His face burned when he realized that he was actually going to be facing the jock himself. Stan subconsciously closed his legs out of embarrassment, even if his own cock was leaking from anticipation, but he still felt too vulnerable after crying. The memory of what happened just a few minutes ago still fresh on his mind

"Stan?" The redhead saw how Stan was curling into himself. Kyle's eyes rovered from the wetness of Stan's ass to his very flushed face. Those ocean eyes were avoiding his green ones. Kyle gently caressed the noirette's legs, mouthing at the shins and placed a kiss on his knee. Stan saw Kyle through his lashes, his breath stuttering as those devilish hands went sliding down on the back of his thighs, and Stan whimpered from how sensitive he felt.

Kyle was now coming into his space, those hands slowly parting his legs from the inner thighs. Stan gasped and squirmed on the bed, watching Kyle as he bit on his thigh, making him cry out each time a mark was made.

Stan didn't want to admit it, but his thighs were his most prominent erogenous zones. He bit a finger and made incoherent noises when it seemed like there was no ending towards Kyle's teasing. He made sure to suck, lick and bite the supple flesh. Each bite just sends a jolt of electricity to his already aching dick.

Stan began to reach for his dick and squeaked when the hand was slapped away because Kyle enjoyed teasing the smaller man, it was worth it watching Stan squirm and lose himself in pleasure. He wanted to see more of it. He wanted Stan to feel good.

Kyle eased up into a kneel and kissed the noirette's knee, noting how they were trembling. From below, Stan was looking at him through wet lashes. Both of them too hazed by lust. Kyle felt a shudder run through him when he saw those lips were getting caught in teeth.

"Hurry up," Stan panted out. "Fuck me already."

"Not yet, angel." Just hearing Kyle call him using a pet name was enough to already make Stan groan.

Stan didn't notice before, but he admired the way that sweat would glisten on the jock's body, his eye trained on a lone droplet slowly cascading down Kyle's pecs. He licked his lips, wanting to taste and feel those firm flesh on his teeth and tounge. Oh, how wonderful it would be.

Kyle was no stranger to the way how Stan was eyeing him right now. He raised two fingers near Stan's lips, and Stan's mouth was already open. Kyle groaned as he felt the digits getting enveloped into a wet warmth. Stan looked up, his eyes getting watery as he moaned from sucking on Kyle's fingers. His tounge getting squished in between the long digits. Kyle's breathing became labored and his cock twitched excitedly at the sight of Stan.

A trail of saliva followed as Kyle extracted his fingers, slowly trailing it from Stan's jaw, down his neck, and until reaching his right nipple, just lightly brushing and flicking them. Stan whimpered as he felt the same nipple getting pinched. Then, he threw his head back as he felt kyle licking and sucking on the left.

The jock made sure to take note of this and filed it in his memory. The goth slapped both hands over his mouth with a poorly concealed moan as he felt both of his nipples getting flicked. Tears welled up in his eyes and threatened to fall when Kyle used the rough pad of his thumb to stroke his chest.

"Touch me more," Stan weakly mumbled through his hands, "it feels really good. I feel like I'm going to go crazy."

With that, Kyle took the liberty to touch wherever he pleases and was rewarded with Stan's gasps and noises and tiny encouragements.

Keep going. Keep touching. Kyle that felt good.

He wouldn't mind spending the entirety of his time just pleasing Stan. It would've made him the happiest man in the world if that meant Stan was.

With a shaky hand, Stan lightly pushed against Kyle's shoulder.

Taking the cue, Kyle laid down with Stan straddling his hips. There was a look of desperation that made Kyle's cock twitch in excitement.

Stan moved downwards and bent down to nose at Kyle's happy trail, kissing and touching the navel down to the base.

He licked a long stripe from bottom to top. Pressing a sloppy kiss to the slit then sucking on it. The redhead hissed at the sensation, his hips bucking up into the air.

Stan tucked a hair behind his ear, continuing to lick and kiss the glands before taking Kyle in entirely, to which the redhead groaned in pleasure.

Both hands were now holding Stan's head as he bopped up and down, savoring the salt and bitterness of Kyle's manhood. He felt tears welling up when the tip of it touched the back of his throat.

Opening one eye, Stan could see Kyle was looking at him with a fervent stare. He looked so powerful and strong, with one arm holding him down, Stan moaned at the image and played with himself.

"If I knew you'd love the taste of cock so much, I would've given it to you sooner," Kyle said. Grunting in between breaths, admiring the way Stan was taking him. "I'm going to come soon."

"Mnggh?"

Stan immediately tapped the sides of Kyle's hips.

The noirette slowly rose upwards, tasting the cum on his lips as he kissed the tip again. He pulled away leaving a string of saliva and semen stuck to his chin, which then dropped onto the mattress.

There were no words as Kyle saw him. The redhead could only look at him in silent awe at the debauched display in front of him.

For some reason, it felt as if he was being the starstrucked nerd in love. The tables were turned on his and never had the irony of his situation made him more happier.

They moved in a wordless dance, faces eager and a heart full of lust. Kyle felt his head dizzy from the buildup, his breath caught in his throat as he saw Stan straddling on top of him, the tip brushing against the crest of Stan's ass.

Stan sighed, chest mirthful and a pleasant buzz filling his head. He balanced himself with one hand, the other guiding Kyle's cock into himself.

Kyle hissed and held Stan's hips tighter as the boy above him gasped from the feeling. Both pain and pleasure soon began to amalgamate as Stan adjusted to the girth.

"It's a bit too much," Stan huffed out, a bit breathless from being filled. "I feel you in me much better this way."

Kyle laughed at the confession and positioned himself to sit up so he could face Stan closer, the movement stirring Stan from within that caused the smaller male to gasp in surprise.

Kyle kissed him chastely on the lips, "Are you okay with this?"

Stan bit his lip and nodded, urging Kyle to lay back down so he could start moving. The redhead snorted in amusement and laid back down, both hands steadying Stan's hips.

Taking a deep breath, Stan experimentally lifted his hips and came down. He immediately slapped a hand over his mouth, but the moans kept leaking out.

He did the movement more and with vigor, each time his hips came down, a surge of electricity shot through him.

Obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room.

From below, Kyle was groaning in pleasure as he bucked his hips in time as Stan came down. His grip on the noirette's hips leaving red marks.

"Oh god! Mnnh!"

"That's the spot, baby?"

Stan could only nod, afraid that whatever that was going to come out of his mouth. He was so high in ecstasy, Stan nearly sobbed from how good it felt. He wasn't sure if he could hold on so long.

Chuckling low, Kyle whistled as he took charge once more and angled Stan's hips to meet his more roughly.

Stan swore he could see stars as the thrusts kept hitting his sweet spot, making him throw his head back instantly. Suddenly, he felt his balance give way as Kyle held both thighs and he was then laying on back once more.

Kyle didn't miss a beat to keep thrusting into him. He reached for Kyle's neck and wrapped himself around him, crying out for his name.

Kyle growled out of possessiveness. He had left an animalistic mark on Stan, wanting more than ever to showcase his brand to the world.

He reached every part of Stan's skin if he could. Loving the way how the smaller male reacted to his touch.

Kyle's felt the coil in his chest begin to tighten and burst at any moment now. His thrusts were becoming erratic and they were both about to reach the height of their climax.

Sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin created an obscene image when scene from behind. All sorts of fluid mixing together, creating such a sinful concoction.

Below him, Stan was looking as if he would lose it soon. His eyes were incredibly dilated, his chest breathing hard, and his fingernails were leaving red streaks along Kyle's back.

The redhead didn't pay much mind to the pain. He licked his lip and thrusted hard one last time before releasing a hot sweltering heat inside of the small noirette.

"A-Ahh..!"

Stan's toes curled up as he felt something warm paint his insides. He was also coming at the same time, back arching off the bed as he held tightly to the redhead. Streaks of saliva was hanging by the side of his mouth.

Kyle was completely mesmerized by Stan's face. It was unlike anything he had ever seen before.

They were both panting hard and kept the position for a couple of minutes. Kyle's now half massed member still inside of Stan.

".. Don't move yet," Stan lowky spoke, his voice a bit hoarse from their recent activity. "Please?"

"I won't angel," Kyle leaned down to kiss Stan on his temples. Keeping true to his promise, he moved himself to spoon Stan while still being inside of him. He tugged a blanket over them both and closed the lights.

Stan liked the way how their legs tangled.

He felt something below pulsate and it made him blush even more. It was just an unexpected thing for Stan so he just let the feeling be.

Kyle hummed a nondescript tune as he slid his hand up and down on Stan's waist. He was feeling incredibly elated, and he wanted nothing more than to die in this way as a happy man.

Stan was also beginning to feel sleepy, each caress of his fingers were calming and it lulled him to a state of pure bliss.

Kyle kissed the top of Stan's head as a goodnight. Then, he felt hands smaller than his overlapping his own. He smiled and shut his eyes as he too fell into slumber.

Both of them fell asleep side by side, only the moonlight casting a soft glow onto them.

#sp style #holy shit another bottom stan who would've thought huh #I wonder why there's not much jock kyle and goth stan fics out there ://#so i decided to take things into my own hands #south park

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Stenny. SP mafia lord kenny AU

[ One where Stan is in prostitution and Kenny kills the main buyer. This is purely PWP. There ain't enough bottom Stan so i wrote this purely out of self entertainment. Be warned, there's mention of r*pe and violence. ]

Kenny gently tangles his fingers in the noirette's hair. His mind absent from what was currently unfolding before, or rather, below him.

"Tell me what's on your mind, kid." Kenny lowly said as he flicks cigarette ashes to the floor. From the corner of his eye, he could see blood seeping into the room.

Gently, little embers peel off from the butt end of his cigarette. They fell and died just as soon as they were lit. An ominous reminder of what he'd do right after he was done with the whole gruesome scene.

So how could this very attractive, very innocent bystander and key witness to his murder be undeterred to even run away at all.

"Mngh sheesy nnah (I'm busy now)," he could very barely hear as the kid licks a long and wet stripe on Kenny's dick. Those eyes were half-closed and glossy. The kid expertly pumped the lower base of his cock and sucked on the tip, leaving an obvious wet trail from Kenny's cock from his mouth.

"I just want you to fuck me hard."

Kenny's eyebrow twitched briefly, he leaned forward to the smiling male, staring deeply into the other's eyes. One of the most bluest of blues he'd ever seen. A sight for sore eyes indeed.

He chuckles once. Oh, but Kenny wasn't smiling.

The blonde murderer's blood-stained coat flew behind him from a quick motion of action, his free hand digging deeply into soft, white skin. His palms felt the kid's Adam-apple bobbing helplessly, a sick satisfaction from hearing the kid gasp in pain made him strengthen the grip and want to crush the fragile organ. Kenny deeply inhaled from his fag before crushing it on the cemented wall.

Sad the kid had to die before he had some fun from it. However... Nobody ever told him he could stop anytime soon.

Hands smaller than his kept trying to pry at the grip, blunt nails had scratched the surface of his skin. The younger male didn't thrash so much, but his eyes were beginning to roll up from the pressure of his hand. Kenny found this amusing.

He kept this up for a few seconds before the kid could pass out; just letting go before the choked male became another addition to his murder sprees. The noirette coughed and braced himself by the ends of the bed just beside Kenny

"Y'know... I only said that just so you could leave me alone after you were satisfied." The kid rasps, his voice hoarse from the sudden assault. "Knew you were fucked up enough to do so since you just killed the person who was originally supposed to rape me.”

"Careful what you wish for."

The kid was still kneeling on the carpeted floor as he lies his head on crossed arms on the bed. His eyes had become a bit red, his mouth probably still sore from the blowjob, there are visible hand prints on his neck.

Oddly so, the kid stayed. Kenny was well known around town to be merciless and cold, and anyone in their damn right mind would be terrified. All of his victims were always a pathetic show of tears and snots. Kenny made it a point for them to be scared of him out their wits end.

This fucking kid is laughing.

"I could kill you right now, but you're interesting, kid.”

"It's Stan."

Kenny gave Stan an apprehensive look. One that meant he did not need to know that- And that Stan was on thin fucking ice.

"It's my name. You might get used to it. Who knows, we could develop a deep connection and knowing my name would end up you not killing me."

"Well, Stan,” Kenny ran a finger up the noirette’s nape, a slight shiver felt from the younger male. " How old are you, exactly? "

"Mmm... Does it matter?" Stan hummed. "I'll be turning 18 in a few months. I thought serial murderers don't care for this sort of small talk. "

"Oh, trust me I hate that." A lie. Kenny found himself wanting to know more about the boy. But he wasn't much a man of sentiment, he had more pressing issues at hand. “Get up. "

Stan's full height was just a few hair taller than him, and Kenny was still sitting down, “I'm going to take my time with you. Take your pants off. Oh, make it a show for me, sugar. “Kenny gave a wink. His face was still stoic as he observed the noirette.

Stan's movements were slow and sensual. He gripped the elastic bands of his pyjama bottoms and pushed it down, making a huge exaggerated gesture of bending forward as he lifts his legs to get out of the article of clothing.

"Your next pick." Stan softly spoke, peeking at Kenny from his lashes.

Taking the cue, Kenny grunted and patted his lap. "Come here, angel. Come to Kenny. Would ya?

Taking a step forward, Stan slipped closer to the dangerous man. It didn't make him scared. But his heartbeat was picking up pace.

Now that Kenny was sitting up properly, he was still clearly taller than Stan. He let his hands wander from the smooth thighs to the back of Stan's ass. Feeling entranced by the lumps of flesh getting pulled and kneaded.

"Where's the lube at?" Kenny breathed.

"It's... Under that pillow." Stan sighed, hunching his body over Kenny's.

"Nnn...” Kenny's touches was making himself riled up too, the rough hands reaching unto his delicate and sensitive skin was very stimulating. Without realising it, Stan had liked Kenny's touches so much he had straddled the man. He could feel something poking him from behind, but he didn't care. He desperately needed this - as fucked up as his situation sounds.

"That's it baby. Just melt yourself into me. You like that, don't you?" Kenny was just saying sweet nothings into Stan's ear. After he had opened the pyjama shirt buttons, Kenny licked and bit Stan's collarbones, making him cry out in pain.

"That hurts!” Stan sniffed. Tears gathering at the rim of his eyes, threatening to drop at any time.

Those words gave a jump to his dick. Kenny was encouraged to inflict more pain on Stan to get more than just one reaction.

He bit on one nipple and twisted the other using his free hand, finding extreme pleasure at how easily Stan's body had reacted to it. Stan's pretty little "no’s" and "stop it" was the complete opposite of what was happening. He had arched his body and pushed his chest out for more, making Kenny want to lick the abused nipples and make a mess more out of Stan as his other hand reached for the lube.

Small and trembling hands held unto his coat, pulling the expensive and vintage leather till they stretched. "A-Anything but my ch-chest," Kenny saw Stan spoke when the younger male clearly had such a painful erection.

"I don't want to come too soon.” This statement had surprised Kenny. What a bold kid. That mouth of his was going to land him in trouble someday.

"I ain't a saint, kid," Kenny growled. He made it into a point when he pushed Stan off him and immediately pinned him on the bed, his left hand trapped the boy's arms above his head, leaving no room for escape.

Kenny used his free hand to rub on the areola of Stan's chest, automatically making the teen's body arch and tremble under his touch. Stan cried out because it was equally as painful as it was pleasurable. Right after that, Kenny would lean downwards to suck and bite on the sensitive nubs, making Stan's body shiver from head to toe.

"Noo!-- ah!" the noirette had cried out more. Tears were spilling, Stan was starting to feel the beginnings of an orgasm coming. "Stop! Stop! Ah! P-please-"

The pressure was building up. Stan's body writhed uncontrollably from the stimulation. Kenny dug his free hand roughly into the soft part of Stan's hip to keep the boy still, bruising the patch of skin from the intensity of his hold.

When Kenny looked up, the first thing that caught his attention was how flushed Stan's face was. The teen had his eyes screwed shut, but his mouth was slightly open with a bit of drool dripping by the corner. Several strands of his jet black hair had stuck to his face, framing his face in a way that made him look angelic... which was a huge bastardization of such a position they were in now.

It was obvious at first glance that Stan was no more than an amateur. He was just a very good actor.

Kenny felt the tremble of Stan's significantly smaller frame; he was mesmerized by the way his collarbones would pop out or how erotic it was to for him to watch the boy's chest rise and fall through each breath. He wanted to see more. Needed it.

Stan slowly opened one eye and peeked through his lashes, feeling quite trapped by Kenny’s piercing gaze. He couldn't think of a single reason why he shouldn't be not dead by now. He knew Kenny had a reputation, but it seemed like Kenny looked at him more as dinner; he's just waiting to be devoured by the immortal kingpin.

Stan gasped as he felt something cold and slippery at his hole. There was a strange pain that later came when a slicked up finger entered him. It felt foreign and unexpected. He was used to hearing how rape wouldn't involve preparing the other person.

So, to the best of his ability to prepare himself earlier, Stan didn't anticipate how a difference in finger sizes would create a whole new experience for him.

Just as he was getting used to one finger, another finger added in had Stan groaning from the fullness of it. How the insides of him was invaded, it made his body heat up so much even though he was drenched from head to toe in cold sweat.

Kenny was quiet when he worked on Stan. Letting go of both his hands, he had set on using his free hand to better angle Stan's body.

From the new angle, Kenny's fingers were able to brush across a bundle of sensitive nerves that caused Stan to arch his back, grip tight on the sheet and drag his toes on the duvet.

"--Ahh!" Stan's eyes opened wide for a brief second and tears immediately reached the brink and poured down from his cheeks. He saw stars and his vision became hazy. Did he come or--?

Yes, he did.

Stan took a few deep breaths and felt cold liquid covering the surface of his stomach up to his chest. There were still fingers up his ass, but they were moving slowly and gently. As if the person was petting their own lover.

"Well, Well, I've never seen someone cum from only getting finger fucked in the ass." Kenny spoke, his tone was mirthful, and downright intrigued. "You've never had sex before. Isn't that right, kid?"

Breathless from his orgasm, Stan shook his head, finding that words would fail him even if he tried. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room, Kenny's fingers swirled around his hole, making his erection stir back up again.

Kenny slid his free hand up to tease Stan's chest again, greedily drinking in the youth's gasps and whimpers. His cock was getting harder from the noise alone, the strain in his pants was becoming more difficult to ignore.

Deft hands unbuckled his pants and soon his cock sprang out. Stan's breath stopped at the sight of the size- no way this is going to fit!

His gaze flitted up and Stan could clearly see Kenny smirking down at him as he licked his lips. Large fingers scissored in him, making the young boy cry as he was stretched out.

Kenny's eyes glinted as he took his fingers out, admiring the now pulsating pink hole. All for him.

"Now, now. Be a good boy and take it." Kenny's voice was gruff as he lined up his cock to Stan's hole, whistling lowly as he pushed in, feeling those warm walls enclosing him and sucking him in.

"Shit, you're so tight," Kenny groaned out, pressing his hips closer, making Stan see stars in his vision. "Heh, that's a good face you're making now"

Stan tried his best to take deep breaths but Kenny was an overwhelming size for him to take in. The boy could do nothing but huff and gasp as each inch filled inside him, and Kenny wasn't even moving much yet. Oh god. Oh god. It's so fucking huge. Im going to die!- was what went through his mind.

Stan would soon begin to cease his thoughts because Kenny decided that he had had enough of pushing and set a brutal pace that would make Stan's eyes roll up from pleasure. Sharp stings ebbed to electric pleasure and it was driving Stan insane.

"Mmmnn..! M-Mister!" Kenny was hitting deep at the spot that felt like electricity was shocking him all over. The slaps of skin against skin sounded so dirty as it resounded in the room. Stan felt like his air was taken away from him as he clung tightly onto the man,

"Wait! I'm-!"

But before he could finish that sentence, Stan's voice rose higher in pitch as he chased his nth orgasm, his vision turned completely blurry. He could distinctly feel a wetness on his belly, cum dripping down his half-hard dick.The push and pull of Kenny's cock was making his head turn to mush. Making all of Stan's words incoherent whenever he tried to speak.

Kenny grabbed a hold of Stan's cheek and kissed it, the bed continuously rocking from their fucking. Stan just looked so cute all fucked out of his mind, that Kenny couldn't resist wanting to make more of a mess out of the boy.

"Ah, fuck. You're so fucking tight, angel." Kenny grunted, feeling his orgasm coming close as well. His thrusts were becoming more erratic by the second. Soon, he gave a few hard thrusts deep into Stan's hole and filled his insides with jets of thick cum.

Stan sobbed as he came again, both the hard thrusts and stimulation of him being sensitive from coming earlier was turning him into a mess. Drool was dripping down from his mouth to his chin, snot also mixed in as well. He could still feel Kenny's cock inside him as the man's large manhood twitched and pulsed.

Breathing hard, Stan laid there quietly as he felt cum spill out of him. His face was flushed as red as a rose and his eyes glassy from the aftermath. Fascinated by the sight, Kenny used a thumb to stroke the rim of his ass and pull the skin there. With his cock still in Stan, the reddened skin looked incredibly erotic paired with the boy's face.

Kenny dipped down to kiss the boy from his navel up to his neck and face, relishing in Stan's adorable whimpers.

"So cute," was all he said as he kissed Stan again, the boy moaning into his mouth. He didn't expect Stan to be such an excellent lay from his incessant mouthing earlier but he proved to be such a treat when im bed. "All mine to see."

Stan shivered as he felt Kenny slowly pull out of him, eyes tearing up as he whimpered from the sensation, leaving his hole a gaping mess.

"We're not done yet, angel."

Kenny was once again hard. He laid beside Stan and propped himself up with an arm and maintained eye contact as he languidly stroked himself. The blonde gestured with a come hither motion, and Stan gingerly crawled on top, cheeks hot as he was made to straddle the mafia lord as Kenny held him by the waist.

"Ride me."

Stan gulped, those course hands were roving up and down his thighs. His head buzzed from the smell of sex. Kenny had one hell of a stamina and now Stan wished more than ever that he hadn't riled up the mafia boss.

Before protests could come out of his mouth, Stan jolted from the cold metal that pressed against his back. A click was heard and he immediately paled in fear. Kenny had an icy look in his eyes, staring intently into Stan's own.

"Don't keep me waiting."

Kenny's warning were not merely words, Stan knew. If he could, the man could absolutely blow his brains out and that was not an exaggeration.

Kenny revelled when Stan trembled under his sharp gaze and authority. Still, the boy lifted his hips and tried his best to line the tip of the hard cock inside him. Kenny leaned forward to bite Stan's ear, eliciting a gasp from the boy, "That's it. That's a good boy."

Wincing from the searing pain of Kenny's girth, Stan's entire body shook like a leaf as he slowly lowered himself, unconsciously wrapping an arm around the blonde's neck. Each second of the thick cock slipping inside was making Stan's body heat up. Try as he may to suppress it, moans kept escaping his lips and Stan hated that it felt so good.

Upon seeing Stan in that state made Kenny growl possessively, the tight heat felt like heaven had touched him. Teary eyes looked at him from below those eyelashes. That pitiful look sent a jolt to Kenny's cock. In one sudden movement, he began to thrust upwards, hitting the spot that wrenched screams out of the boy.

Stan saw stars.

The blonde slammed his hips up relentlessly, each thrust reaching in deeper than before. The boy clung onto Kenny for dear life, choked moans escaped his throat from the unforgiving speed of Kenny's pounding.

"Hah! Ngh! Ah- Ah- Ah!" Tears streamed down Stan's face. If he could, Stan's eyes would turn into hearts as he desperately chases the heat. His stomach felt so full from it all, he could distinctly feel the outline of the man's cock rubbing on his tummy.

Kenny had his eyebrows furrowed as he focused on reaching the one place that made Stan scream over and over again. Each time he did, the boy would squeeze down below, making Kenny want to abuse the small hole as much as possible.

"Not so much for talking now, Stan?" Kenny lowly whispered.

"Nghh..! Mnn-! Hah-" Stan's eye were beginning to roll to the back of his head, tongue lolling out.

His toes were curling from pleasure and his speech slurred from his incessant moans. Stan couldn't help but also rock in time with Kenny's thrusts as well.

Suddenly, a loud ringing noise was heard from Kenny's breast shirt pocket. Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Kenny held a finger to his lips. Stan immediately nodded in a dazed state, sighing silently out of relief. Finally, a break!

"Mngh?!-" Stan slapped both hands over his mouth. Kenny had began to grind his cock into Stan's prostate, making it near impossible for the boy to keep his voice from leaking out.

Kenny looked unbothered as he talked, his voice steady throughout the conversation. Stan saw stars as Kenny pushed his hips downwards, breathing heavily from behind the palms of his hands.The man flitted his gaze towards Stan and raised both eyebrows slightly in delight from the view.

Stan looked completely out of it as his eyes glazed over from being fucked stupid. The hands over his mouth were tightly clasped together, and this made Kenny want to try gagging Stan for next time.

He'd look so good. All pretty and blindfolded as he's begging for release, choking from the gag.

The man procured another cigarette from his other pocket, he pried those hands away from his face and mouthed "Hold still," as he stuck it between Stan's lips. The lighter flicked open as he lit the cigarette, mesmerized by the swollen pouty lips that held them.

"-I'll be there. Don't call again," Kenny closed his phone and threw it across the floor, the phone hitting with a soft thud on the carpet.

He took the lit fag back and took a deep puff, hands gripping on the back of Stan's nape, tongue invading the young boy's mouth. He blew smoke into the kiss, the smell of nicotine intoxicating the two of them.

"Stan... Oh, angel," Kenny cooed, kissing his cheek and then kissing the boy deeply. Hearing those moans was like music to his ears. Kenny didn't know that anyone could sound so heavenly like that. Stan, so fucking beautiful. So good- fuck!

At the same time, Kenny had put the gun back into its holster and used his free hands to hold firmly onto Stan's hips and guide it as he amped up the speed of his thrusts. The boy sobbed from the intensity, his voice began breaking. Kenny was now marking Stan's body using his teeth and lips.

Kenny growled as he felt himself nearing an orgasm. Stan saw white and moaned brokenly as he released, hot cum painting his insides. His toes curled as spurts of his own orgasm came over him.

They both stayed in each other's embrace, Stan's eyes grew heavy. His entire body buzzed and he felt like his legs had turned to jelly.

With Kenny still inside him, the man carefully laid the boy beside him. Kenny felt the aftermath of his orgasm wash over, eyes squinting in the dark. Stan felt so warm and inviting, the boy immediately fell asleep afterwards.

Kenny sighed out and pressed a chaste kiss on Stan's lips before laying down and sleeping beside him. He'd have to get up soon to clear the mess and head back to HQ.

But in the meantime.. Kenny looked down at the peaceful face. A strange fondness for the kid came to mind. He was never one for being affectionate, but he decided that embracing the boy until he woke was what he would do for now.

"Ah, shit."

#24/01/2023 #stenny sp #this is so cursed lmfao but idfc i switched cigarette to fag a bunch of times #idk if i want them to be bri'ish or not but like idfc anymore

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