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shhh-secret-time · 3 months

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Hi hi!

I’m super in love with your writing. The Craig and Tweek fic you just posted was 🫠🫠 SO GOOD

If it’s alright, I’d love to request a spicy Kenny or Stan fic 💙🧡 Or maybe one with both of them?! 🤭

Thank you so much!! Looking forward to more of your writing 🩷🩷

Why have one bitch when you can have two?! Why have two normal bitches when you can have 'em superhero flavored?!

Warning: Violence, Blood, Inappropriate Touching, Dirty Talk, Strong Language, Threesome, Oral, NSFW! Kenny also might be a little OOC

Pairing: Stan x Fem!Reader x Kenny

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"Come on..."

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You cursed under your breath for the fourth time as you tried to twist the dull key back and forth. The chipped jagged metal slipped into the lock but every time you twisted the key it would get stuck on the old lock and reject the motion. With a groan you pulled the key back out and glared down at the door; the stupid iron doorknob mocked you. You could hear it, cackling at you. That or the lack of sleep was finally starting to get to you.

It was bad enough your boss made you stay behind at the office while everyone else got to go home, but having you lock up this late by yourself was just icing on the shit cake. Of course, you agreed to do it, you didn't want to get fired, but this was ridiculous. If he was going to make you lock up for the night, the least he could do was give you a key that works. The low whine and flickering lamppost behind you was your only source of light before you had to resort to your phone light. The city lights weren't enough to illuminate the small lock making your eyes narrow down, adding to the frustration.

Sh-nk

"Fucking finally." The sound of the door finally locking was music to your ears, you jiggled the key out of the lock and stuffed it into your bag.

Now it was time for the walk home, despite being forced to put in extra hours and how annoying the whole situation was; you couldn't deny how great it was that you lived so close. Well, usually it was great that you lived so close because you would normally be walking home during the evening, when there was still light. You took a deep breath and turned to walk down the little stairs going up to the back door of the office, clutching your bag close to your chest. Scanning the dark alleyway, you stepped into, your knew this was a bad idea but you'd be damned if you had to fight with that door again.

The sound of your shoes clicking against the broken stone echoed into the night, carefully walking around the bags of garbage leaning against the brick wall and the trash littering the dirty alley. Faded and wet newspaper clinging to the ground, the smell of wet garbage assaulted your senses. Your nose crinkled as you shook your head at the sight, it was hard to see your city like this. Even harder when you realized how many times you passed through this very alleyway without giving it a second thought, but now because you had to be more aware of everything around you it was hard to ignore.

At least you thought you were more aware, your mind so focused on trying not to step in the mysterious puke looking stain on the ground you didn't hear the sounds of footsteps following you. It wasn't until you felt a warm puff of air on the back of your neck did you realize someone was that close to you, the smell of alcohol strong on their breath. A large hand came down to cup your face before you could turn and face the stranger, dirty nails digging into your lower jaw to keep you facing forward and your mouth covered. Your eyes widened in realization at what was happening, your body jerking violently against his hold. You just had to free your mouth and you could scream. Scream for someone to hear but the hold was too strong.

Barely able to make out the outline of your attacker, it looked like heavy set man with oily looking hair. When your eyes met with his it sent a shiver down your spine, your blood running cold at the lack of light in them. Dark orbs watching your every move, keeping you from moving against his hold. Before he could act, before you could bite down on his disgusting hands or stomp on his foot with your heels; a purple shadow wrapped around his body engulfing his large frame. The shadow swirled until it pulled taught around his heels, forcing his feet together. The large man's eyes widened like yours had done when he grabbed you. His hands let you go leaving behind dark bruises on your arms, but you could care less. Now that you were free there was only one thing on your mind. Violence.

The metal pipe that rest near your foot would do nicely, you scooped up the cold rusty pipe in your hands. With a firm swing you brought the pipe down on your attacker, the metal coming in contact with his skull causing an echoing sound to ring out. Maybe his skull cracked but underneath the sound of the metal ringing it was hard to tell, it was hard to care. All you knew was that you needed this man to stop moving, to stop moving away from the beckoning shadows that threatened to pull him into the dark.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa hey! He's out!" A thick gloved hand caught your wrist stopping you from slamming the pipe down again.

The hold on your wrist was gentle compared to the man bleeding out at your feet, it was enough to snap you out of the battle mode you were in. It was then you realized your hand was covered in blood, the broken pipe had cut your palm leaving a dark gash. A part of you was thankful that you hadn't beaten the man enough that it was his blood, the other part of you was disappointed. You should have swung harder. Your eyes dart from the blood on your hand to the man holding your wrist, his eyes are much softer filled with concern. Soft blues masquerading behind the pale-yellow visor around his eyes.

Your mind was still trying to catch up to everything happening. In just a few moments you went from fighting a door to fighting a grown man, to now staring into the face of one of the city’s most famous vigilantes, Toolshed. When he sees you've calmed down, he lets your wrist go, slowly moving his hand up to yours to inspect your palm. His brows furrowed at the deep cut, dark red blood seeping out of the wound. Panic was starting to catch up to you, your legs threatened to give out under you as the adrenaline leaves your body.

Another pair of arms holds you up before you hit the ground, another pair of gloved hands cupping your hips to steady you. Your back hit the front of the cloaked figures chest. A dull green glow covered by your body, but you didn't need to see the question mark on his chest to know who this was. Lavender purple eyes look down at you, and despite the piercing look his eyes held the same look of concern for you. There was no mistaking it, this was Mysterion.

"Careful. Let Toolshed get a look at that cut." His voice, that deep gravel, rumbled throughout his chest sending a different kind of shiver down your spine.

"O-oh um, I'm sorry. I guess I'm just...still-" You were cut off by a small squeeze on your hips, it was firm but not too rough just enough to reassure you.

"You don't need to apologize; you were the one that was attacked." There was a hint of amusement behind his tone and in his eyes, until he saw Toolshed examine your bruised arm.

Toolshed looked up at him with his lips pressed together in a thin line. Reaching down towards his toolbelt, he grabbed the crystal blue spray bottle. He attaches the small nozzle with quick movements, you could barely follow along with his movements. And you struggled to lock a door.

"This is going to sting a little but it's going to heal that wound, okay?" Toolshed shoots you a quick smile as he pulls the trigger down, a thin mist speaks across the palm of your hand.

You let out a small hiss and stomp your feet when the medicine takes to your hand. The burning is only temporary as it begins to numb the area and coats the gash. Your eyes crack open from squeezing shut watching the medicine work its magic, and it really was like magic. The skin begins to pull together, stitching like it was being sewn shut.

"W... wow that's amazing. What is that?" You ask with awe in your voice.

Toolshed only chuckles, looking up at you through his visors. That's twice now you've made these famous superheroes chuckle and it sent a giddy feeling through your body.

"Just a concoction Mysterion helped me put together. Can't go into too much detail, ruins the mystery." There's a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he looks past you towards Mysterion.

"Nailed that pun Toolshed." You could feel Mysterion's smirk in his reply.

Their lighthearted joking made you feel a little better. You smiled up at the two heroes and once you found the strength to come back to your legs you went to pull away from the hooded vigilante. He looks down at you when you move, his arms going back behind the long purple cloak around his body.

"Well, whatever it is it works wonders. Thank you, Toolshed." You paused and looked back towards Mysterion. "And I take it the shadow thing, was you? Thank you as well Mysterion."

"You don't need to thank us for doing our job. Besides I think you did most of the work. Do you know him?" Toolshed walked towards the man in question as he flipped open one of the pouches on the harness across his chest.

You watched as he pulled out ratchet straps, wrapping the thick material around the man. It wasn't likely that he'd wake up but too many close calls left Toolshed paranoid, it was better to be safe than sorry.

"No. I-...I don't think so. I think it was just a case of bad luck. I was working late so I had to close up the office."

"Alone?" It was Mysterion's turn to ask, his eyes scanning your form almost like he was still trying to make sure you were okay.

"Yeah. I live close so I thought I'd be okay." You click your tongue in annoyance because you couldn't be mad at your boss for this, but this never would have happened if he hadn't asked you to stay late.

Mysterion's eyes narrowed past you towards the office door. He scanned the area like you had done moments ago, the green question mark glowing on his chest lit up the purple in his eyes and the strands of blond hair poking out from under his hood. "Do you have a friend’s house to stay at tonight?" His voice snaps you out of your little trance.

"Uh yeah, my friend Stan is kind of close. I can ask him if I can stay with him and his partner." You eye Mysterion for a while trying not to question why he would ask something like that.

Mysterion's eyes widened as you pulled out your phone, darting over to Toolshed who shot him the same worried look. They knew revealing themselves to you would be dangerous, but they couldn't just sit back and watch as you got attacked.

Oh yes, Toolshed and Mysterion knew you were working late tonight. After all you told them you were. Well...you told Stan and Kenny you'd be working late at the office, but that was neither here nor there. Now here they were backing themselves into a corner as you tap away on your phone. Toolshed holds his breath, trying to remember if he put his phone on silent.

"I hope they're awake, they're usually asleep by now." You hum out as you finish the text.

Toolshed's phone dings and Mysterion feels his soul leave his body when he watches you look up from your phone. Slowly you turn to face the man, still crouched over the knocked-out man refusing to look at you.

Silence falls over the three of you. Mysterion goes to say something, to take the attention away from his partner.

"Um...how did you guys know I was here and that I needed help?" When you don't put your phone away Toolshed feels his heart hammering against his chest.

"Patrol." Mysterion answers you quickly, too quickly.

You narrow your eyes up at him like you're scrutinizing him. It was hard to read him past the hood and the shadows that were cast around him but that doesn't mean you wouldn't try. You took a few steps forward towards the man which only made him step away from you. The irony of someone like you making someone like him back away was not lost on him. A civilian making a vigilante back down. Not just any vigilante either, he was fucking Mysterion.

"Patrol huh?" You don't buy it. Tapping away on your phone you send Stan another text, nothing really of note, and when Toolshed's phone pings again you got what you were looking for. "I fucking knew it!"

"God damn it Toolshed!"

"Oh, don't give me that shit Kenny- fuck!"

"Dude!"

"Kenny?!" You're whirling, spiraling even.

Two of your closest friends standing in a dark alley with you, having saved you in said alley, were actually two of the most famous superheroes in the city. A city that needed a superhero group because the police couldn't be fucked to do anything about the crime rate. Running your fingers through your hair, you couldn't believe this.

"How was I supposed to know she would drop your name?" As you tune back into the conversation you hear Kenny's voice as he argues with Stan.

"I don't know! Why not just escort her back home?!" Stan is arguing back with a grown man thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Does he even weigh anything to him?

"I didn't want her to be alone tonight after what she went through!"

".... that makes sense, but still!"

"Guys!" You cut them off in a hushed whisper, you look back over your shoulder to make sure no one is watching. Their voices were picking up and if someone called the police now it would mean trouble. "Look can we talk about this later? Let's drop this guy off and...and head back to your place? Because you are right, I don't wanna be alone tonight."

Kenny and Stan exchange looks and then nod. You were right, they still had a job to do. So once the creep was dropped off on the stairs of the police station and their calling cards were dropped beside him, the three of you made your way back to their shared home. It was a lot easier to get around the city with Toolshed carrying you across the city buildings. Who would have thought zipwires made for such easy travel. That didn't stop you from clinging to him for dear life, even though his hold was firm and made you feel secure that deep seeded fear of falling was still there.

"Okay. So... first of all I've got to be the biggest idiot to not realize it was you the whole time Stan. Second if all, what the fuck guys?" You were now pacing back and forth in their living room; they hadn't even had time to change our of their superhero gear.

"There's a reason I work at night." Stan shrugged on the comment about his costume.

"It's a shame really, I keep telling you the public would love you." Kenny shoots him a smirk and runs his fingers through the fluffy black hair of his partner.

"Then who would keep you outta trouble?" Stan shoots back with his own playful smirk.

"No one! You're both in trouble right now! And really? Flirting right now?!" You couldn't believe these two, your frustration was boiling up to the surface. A combination of all this bullshit was starting to get to you, you were tense.

"Sweetheart, I don't know what you want us to tell you." Kenny's nickname for you rolling off his tongue casually. "Stan and I have been doing this for years now. We had to keep it a secret from you."

"What if you got hurt because of us? You would have stressed endlessly about this. We couldn't do that to you...not you." Stan's follows Kenny's lead in the conversation, his tone is so soft and gentle as he speaks.

The way they were are looking at you now, Kenny having removed his mask and Stan his glasses, made you calm down a little. Uncrossing your arms from your chest you let out a sigh and rubbed the back of your neck.

"I guess that explains why you guys go to bed so early. You guys are dicks."

The comment pulls a few chuckles from the guys. It's Stan who makes the first move towards you, taking your hand into his. He guides you closer towards them until you're standing between both men.

"Look, we're sorry we lied to you for so long. I know it doesn't make things better but you're one of the reasons we do what we do." His voice dips into a soft whisper near the end. The tone deepens as he gives your hand a little squeeze.

"He's right sweetheart. You're on our minds every time we put on the mask...or shades in Stan's case." Kenny leans forward taking your other hand in his as he speaks.

"Safety goggles."

"Whatever."

Your heart skips a beat at your two best friends saying the sweetest things like it was something so casual. The effect the men had on you made you blush and look away trying to hide it. But Kenny caught on, he always was the more observant of the two. A smirk tugged up on the corner of his lips as his hand slid from yours towards your hips again. The green gloves from his costume long discarded off to the side, now you could feel his calloused hand through your clothes.

"Angel. Is there something on your mind? You were so vocal a second ago. I thought Stan and I were in trouble?" Kenny's tone dips from that soft reassuring to a deep teasing one.

"You guys are! Don't think you're gonna smooth talk your way out of this one McCormick." You glare down at him, the blush creeping across your face towards your ears deepening into a darker red.

"Then say what's on your mind~. I think you're so cute when you're trying to stay mad."

Stan let's out a little chuckle at that, watching as your mouth falls open but nothing comes out. His own smirk comes up to his lips as he finally catches onto where Kenny is taking the conversation. Their secret identities were not the only thing the two men harbored. No, in fact their attraction and care for you went past a platonic level. The two shared many nights of talking about adding you into their relationship, the only thing really stopping them was the double lives they lived. But now that you knew, there was nothing really to hold them back.

"Kenny stop teasing her. She's pouting now. Our girls had a rough day, you can't blame her for getting mad." Stan brings your hand up to his lips, pressing a warm kiss into the stitched up wound on your palm.

His words echo in your mind. Our girl? All you could do is stand there dumbfounded, slowly blinking at them. There was no way you were reading too much into this, not this time. Sure, there were the times you caught Stan's eyes on you longer than they should have been, or the times Kenny would boldly flirt with you; showering you with compliments that were just tasteful enough. Or how their hugs would last a little longer each time and their hands would linger on your skin.

"Guys...I-I uh... I don't remember what I was going to say. Stop trying to distract me!" What was supposed to be a stern scolding turned into a small whine.

Kenny couldn't help the laugh that escaped his lips, you were just too adorable. The pads of his thumb rubs circles against your hip, the digit slipping under the hem of your shirt.

"Oh, honey if we were trying to distract you, you'd know. In fact, why don't we show her Stan?" Kenny couldn't have emphasized the word trying harder, practically purring out the word.

"Best idea you've had all night babe." Stan's eyelids drop as he stands up from the cream-colored couch.

He does an amazing job distracting you with that lustful look in his eyes, circling around you slowly, you almost don't hear Kenny. "Tell us if you want us to stop at any point and we will Angel. You want us to stop?"

Stan hums in agreement, his hand still clasping yours. Your eyes bounce between both men as your mind scrambles to come up with an answer. "N-no. No I don't but uh... since when did you guys- I mean like is this just a one-time thing? I-I just wanna clear the room."

"Not if you don't want it to be." Stan's voice dipped into a husky whisper, his breath fanning the shell of your ear. "All cards on the table? We've thought about making you ours for years."

Your mouth falls open as a soft gasp spill from your lips again. Hearing that come from Stan of all people was a shock, you expected this from maybe Kenny, but Stan too? Without putting much thought into it, your hand came up to grip the collar of his hero outfit; pulling away from Kenny's grip to bring Stan towards you as you crashed your lips onto his.

His fingers intertwined with the one holding yours, changing the gentle hold into something much firmer. He brings your hand up to rest against his chest all the while his lips match the passion behind yours. The sound of your lips coming together and breaking apart for quick gasps of air had Kenny leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees. Kenny's tongue traced his lower lip watching you two in your heated battle. It wasn't until you felt Kenny tug you forward by your hips that you broke your kiss with Stan.

Kenny couldn't help but admire Stan's work, in just a few short moments he turned you into a flush panting mess. It was almost a shame he was about to do the same. While Stan's kisses were desperate, trying to take every ounce of you, Kenny's were slow and confident. It was like he knew exactly when to let you come up for air, only to bring you back down with soft gentle kisses to the corner of your mouth.

Now that you were pulled from Stan, he took the opportunity to take both your hands by the wrist. His face nuzzling down into the crook of your neck, continuing his assault on your soft skin. You could feel Kenny's smirk against your lips every time Stan pulled a soft gasp or whimper from you.

"Stan baby, move her to the couch. We gotta get this train rolling for my sake." Kenny finally lets out a growl, showing you just how much of an effect you were having on him.

You feel Stan's hands drop down to your waist and scoop you up with ease just like he did on the way here. The veins in his arms pulsed out as his muscles flexed under his skin.

Now that your hands were free you grabbed at the edges of the couch cushions, letting Stan lay you down on your back. He slots himself between your legs, pulling your knees up to rest on his hips; his tool belt thrown over the back of the couch.

"Fuck you're gorgeous. I gotta be real with you baby, when you beat the shit out of that creep I was so turned on." Kenny's voice has you looking back and up at him. Deft fingers finally pulling up your shirt, only to toss it somewhere on the living room floor.

"Kenny y-you can't say things like that" You whisper as you help Stan remove your pants.

"I can't? I can't tell you how both Stan and I were ready to rip that guy’s throat out for touching our girl?" He smirks down at you, his fingers tracing down your neck towards your bra strap where he slipped it down off your shoulders.

Quickly replacing his fingers with his lips, Kenny trailed a line of kisses up your neck making sure to leave marks where Stan hadn't. Meanwhile Stan worked his lips down the inside of your thighs, his head moving up and down the flesh to leave love bites. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning if you wanted to, their movements felt calculated. When one left a mark the other would leave another, it was driving you crazy.

"St-stop leaving so many marks! I-I don't have anything to hide those!"

"Good." Stan snickers as he leaves a rather sharp nip through your clothed clit. "How do we wanna do this Ken?"

"Kinda wanna watch you fuck her to be honest. That sound good to you sweetheart? Wanna let Stan fuck you?"

"O-oh fuck.... b-but what about you?" You tried to focus on Kenny but the metal jingling from Stan's belt made it hard.

"Oh, baby I was hoping you'd ask. Think you could let me use that pretty mouth of yours?" He asks, brushing his thumb over your swollen lips.

You didn't know how to verbally answer that without letting out a pathetic moan, so you press a kiss into his thumb and nod. His breath hitches and he smirks down at you.

"God damn you're perfect. Stan go ahead, I wanna hear her a little."

Stan slides his cock in between your already soaked folds, gliding the tip of his cock against your clit. The friction sends your back arching off the couch, your hips desperately trying to grind up against his to chase that pleasure. Kenny chuckles and his hand comes down to cup your exposed breasts. His larger hand digging into your flesh just enough where his fingers dip into your skin. Using just a little force he pushes you back down onto the couch, you don't even have time to protest when his fingers find your nipples, giving them a firm pinch.

"Ah~ none of that. Let us take care of you, you just sit back and relax." That bastard and his dumb smug smirk, if the way he looked at you with those beautiful purple eyes wasn't the most attractive thing you'd be fighting back.

But you couldn't. Not when Stan finally slipped his cock on your tight little hole. Not when fucking Toolshed let out the most delicious moan you think you've ever heard, one that mixed with yours so well. Stan's eyes find yours again, letting a moment pass giving you plenty of time to adjust before he starts a slow pace. From the way he pulled his cock along your walls, slipping out until only the tip remained, it was like he was trying to get your body to memorize every vein on his cock. Stan's hands come up to cup underneath your knees, guiding your leg up to his shoulder. The new angle is enough to have you seeing stars and your nails digging into their nice sofa.

"That's it, let it out. How is she baby? She feel good?"

"Fuck Kenny she- she's so good. So, fucking tight, it's like she's choking me." Stan has to catch his breath in between moaning, his breathing getting heavier, and his hips begin snapping forward in a much more consistent pace.

His partner didn't respond but from the way you watched the two men kiss you could tell he was pleased with the response. Kenny's tongue shoved into Stan's mouth intertwining in their own little battle. Stan's mouth lulling open to let out the softest whimpers.

"Fu-fuck don't clench like that I'm not gonna last!" Stan growls when your walls flutter around him, having to break the kiss so he could focus on slamming up into you.

"Not yet Stan, we gotta cum together. You're doing so good baby, just hold on." You couldn't tell if Kenny was praising you or Stan, or both of you, but either way it made you both moan.

You watched as his hands worked his own pants, shoving them down to his thighs as he let his cock free. Pre-cum already dripping down his shaft, which made the most lewd noises when he pumped his fist around his cock. He leans forward to trace the tip around your lips a few times, silently begging you to open your mouth wider. Which you're more than happy to comply, the poor man looked like he was about to burst; the hero suit obviously not helping from how tight it was. That doesn't stop him from teasing you a bit, slapping the underside of his shaft against your tongue a few times.

He waits. Waits until Stan's thrusts push you up against the couch before he finally shoves his cock in your mouth. You can tell from the way he holds the side of your face that he wants to be careful with you, Kenny tries so to hold himself back. To not slam back into your throat but he takes a deep breath and tightens his jaw.

You would roll your eyes if they weren't rolled back up into the back of your head. Who did he think he was dealing with? Flicking your tongue against his head, you heard him hiss and tense up. His strong thigh muscles flexing from just a little move of your tongue. Between that and the way you moaned around his cock, sending vibrations up into him, he snapped. He didn't have a lot of will going into this, not when you looked so beautiful marked up. Not when Stan looked so sexy as he tried to keep himself from climaxing.

Kenny rocks forward, pushing down your throat causing you to gag. His thrusts send your body back against Stan's who eagerly meets your body with his own. The back-and-forth sensation sent waves of pleasure making the knot in your stomach tighten. Kenny's head lulls back in bliss as your throat continues to work his cock, the warm walls of your throat felt so good. From the way his thrust begin to stutter and his breathing gets more ragged you knew he was getting closer to his own climax. Watching Stan fuck your brains out apparently did more for him than you thought.

"Kenny I-I can't- I need to cum." Stan lets out a loud moan next to your ear as he presses his forehead against yours.

"I know baby, but we gotta- oh fuck your mouth feels so good. We gotta ask first. Angel, you gonna let Stan cum in you? Let him fill you up yeah?" Kenny pulls his throbbing member for your mouth watching as you tried to catch your breath.

"Please!"

There it was your begging was exactly what Stan needed. The way your voice pitched in desperation for him, and Kenny made him feel like he was floating on cloud nine. The choked moan he lets out next to your ear makes your walls clench around him, your warm soft walls milking him for everything he could give. Stan doesn't have much time to enjoy the afterglow of his climax as Kenny's hand runs through his shaggy dark locks. You watch as Kenny yanks Stan's head back causing him to hiss and lulls his mouth open. A few sloppy thrusts into the man's throat and Kenny's climax follows. Stans lips wrapped around the base of his cock as Kenny shoots thick ropes of cum into his mouth spilling down onto your chest. The hot sticky white cream slipping between the valleys of your breasts.

"Aaaaand I can officially...check that off the bucket list." Kenny coos softly as he gently brushes back Stan's hair, cupping the side of his face.

Stan pulls back away from Kenny slowly and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before responding to his lover. "I'm almost afraid to ask."

"I've been wanting to fuck in the Mysterion outfit forever now! And I got to do it with you both?! I'm in heaven~" He helps Stan clean you up, carefully moving you up on the couch his tone so carefree.

You let out a happy little hum when they wrap you up in the softest blanket you think you've ever felt on your skin. Their hands begin to work on messaging out any kinks you might have from the position they had you in, how they weren't as exhausted as you were was shocking. You lay your head on Stan's shoulder and your legs up on Kenny's lap, your eyelids getting heavier by the second as you listened to the two talk for a while.

"I think our girl's asleep."

"Let her sleep, she's had one hell of a day."

".... Hey do you think she has work tomorrow?"

"Her boss can shove it, she's gonna take a sick day."

".... Can we take a sick day?"

"Hell yeah!"

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writingfumpdump · 1 year

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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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