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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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shhh-secret-time · 3 months

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Another request from A03! I am so very sorry this one took so long I actually had to start this one over a few times because I actually lost a big chunk of it when I first started writing it! Nothing takes the wind out of my sails faster.

Warning: NSFW, Dom!Stan, Sub!Reader, Dirty Talk, Enemies to Lovers, Writer doesn't know shit about college or sports ball, Slight Voyeurism, Strong Language, Stan might be a little OOC

Pairing: Stan x Fem!Reader

Notes: Hey uh welcome to this week's episode of, "Writer don't know how to write conflict to save her life!" I'm very bad at coming up with a reason to fight people, it's not in my nature so I'm sorry if it seems forced!

You hated Stan Marsh

You hated him and most of the football players at your university. Them and their spotlight hogging, annoying, disgusting, sweaty, irritating habits! You and your girls bust your ass off at every practice, sports game, and pep rally South Park University places on your teams’ shoulders, and what do you get for it?

To hear things like, "Oooooh did you see how Cartman played center?" or "Clyde is so hot when he takes his helmet off and has that messy hair!" even, "Kyle plays football AND basketball with perfect grades? Why is he soooo perfect!"

But the one that got under your skin the most was Stanely fucking Marsh, the star quarterback. The man walks around the school with his little crowd of admirers everywhere he went, and for what? Just because he throws a stupid ball around and can run quick? Fuck him.

Your girls put in twice the work they do; you've been to every one of their games. You had to. Your group had to coordinate with the football players, the basketball players, the volleyball team, the hockey team, hell you even had to coordinate with the wrestling team. It was exhausting trying to keep up with it all.

And what did your cheer squad get? Perverted remarks and dismissive attitudes! The final straw was when the Cows mascot got more respect than your group did. You brought your complaints up to the school's councilor, to the headmaster, to anyone who would listen.

Word travels fast around the small town of South Park, people dating and breaking up. Who cheated on who, who's throwing the best parties, who threw up in who's car. Shit like that. Not much changes from high school to college, just a lot less sneaking around and more energy drinks and pain meds. So of course, when your complaints got to the one and only Stan Marsh, he confronted you about it.

"Hey! Hey wait up!" His voice rings out past the busy sounds of other students trying to get to their classes. "You're the captain of the cheer squad, right?" He all but corners you while you're walking with your friends, he doesn't have his little squad of goons following him around.

"Are you serious?" How could he not know who you are?! You've only been to every one of his stupid games! Only been sitting on the sidelines of every practice! "Yes! I am! What do you want?!"

Stan flinched back at the venom in your voice but that didn't stop him from shooting you a look. "Uh...did I do something wrong? I heard from one of the guys that you're not exactly...happy and I was just trying to figure out what we did."

"What you did. What did he do girls? Can anyone answer Mr. Marsh's question~?" The tone in your voice did not match the smile on your face. It sounded chipper but anyone listening could tell it was fake.

Your little group always had your back, most of them felt the same way you did. If anything, it just amplified that anger, knowing your girls were feeling underappreciated. It was your job as the captain to protect your girls, but every time you brought it up to them, they seemed to shy away from saying anything.

"Well, geez Stan, you gotta admit your team's been kinda hoggin' the spotlight. You know what I'm tryin' ta say don't ya?" It wasn't just your girls you had to protect; it was your sweet little angel Butters too. Although you guys called him by his first name when cheering with him, he was Leo to you. And right now, Leo was trying to bridge the gap between you and your rival.

"Veeery good Leo! That's right, Stan and his team don't seem to give a shit how hard we work to cheer his team on! The whole school would rather worship the ground their star quarterback walks on!"

"The school doesn't worship the ground I walk on! You can't pin this on me!" Stan shot back trying to defend himself, it was hard not to feel attacked even though you were the only one glaring at him.

A part of you knew that he was right, it really wasn't his fault that small towns in America went crazy for football.

"W-we're not pinnin' anything on ya! Just sayin' maybe, it wouldn't hurt to tell the guys to show us a little bit more respect! You know Eric's been pickin' on me ever since I joined the girls, sayin' some awfully mean things."

"Leo is right! You may not have a hand in the way people think but that's just the problem, you don't do anything to stop it! If you were really the captain of your little team you'd step up!" You took a step towards him, your face getting inches away from his face.

Ignoring the fact that you had to look up at him, you wouldn't let him leave without getting your point across. His eyes narrowed down at you, matching the energy you were giving out to him. Butters looked between the both of you with a nervous look, he could practically see the electricity bouncing between your eyes. The poor blond didn't mean to start a fight, he was just trying to help.

"If you had a problem with my team, you should have come to me then. Why did I have to find out from other people?" Stan's voice dipped to a low growl which almost made you give one in return.

"I shouldn't have had to go to anyone in the first place Marsh! Get your team under control or else!" You felt your face turn red; it was getting harder to argue with him when those ocean blue eyes were burning into yours.

That was new. Just going to lock that in your vault of things to not think about again.

Thankfully Butters finally stepped in, physically putting his body between the both of you. "C-come on now guys let’s all just calm down. We both said our peace and now we can work it out, right? Next time we practice we can be on the same page!"

"Sure Butters." Stan clicked his tongue as he looked at his friend, but that didn't stop him from getting one last jab in. "You better hope you don't slip up princess, because if you do. I'll be there and I'll be quick to remind you of your shortcomings." And with that he turned on his heel and started walking down the hallways.

"Princess?! Excuse me?!"

"Oh geez..."

Stan slammed his locker with a little more force than he should have, the rusty door screamed out and bounced back open. With an annoyed groan he pushed back on the metal with a little less force, but the damage was already done, the door was now on its last leg and would most likely not shut right. Just more fuel to the fire.

"Whoa dude what did that poor locker do to you? Don't you think it's been through enough." Kenny looked over from his locker with a little smirk.

One of the few times Kenny was without his parka, a towel wrapped around his waist and his bright blond hair clung to his skin. Stan could smell the smell of fresh soap and hints of pine in the air. He sighed in response to Kenny's teasing, clearly not in the mood for his friend's antics.

"Not now man, I don't have the energy." Stan grabbed his jacket and pulled it up onto his torso.

"Ah that's not good, wanna tell your old pal Kenny? I won't even charge ya, come on what's going on."

Stan pressed his lips together and he tried to focus on zipping up the worn-out brown coat he always wore, the zipper struggled to hold together. He cursed under his breath a few times before the thing finally zipped all the way up. For a moment Stan thought about not saying anything, but Kenny was never the type to judge or the type to let things go if he knew something was bothering his friends.

"You know the captain of the cheerleaders?"

"The really hot one?"

"Kenny!" Stan pinched the bridge of his nose, something he picked up from his mother when they were both aggravated, "That's not the point."

"Says you. She's a baddy for real. Take no shit kinda woman~! The feisty ones are the ones that bite the hardest. You got your work cut out for you if you're trying to shoot your shot. I heard she turned down everyone else on the team!"

"Dude! I'm not gonna ask her out!"

"You're not? Then why'd you bring her up? Is this about the fight you guys had in the hall?"

Stan stopped and looked up at him in shock. "You heard about that already?"

"Oh yeah, you guys's are the talk of the school. Everyone thinks you guys had a little lovers spat. I had to hear the whole story from Leo!" Kenny chuckled as he grabbed started getting changed, pulling the patchy orange pants up his legs.

"Even you're calling him Leo now..." Stan muttered but quickly shook his head, "but that's not what I was going to say! I was going to...talk about that but if you already know."

"Yeah, I don't really know what that's all about but Leo kinda spelled it out for me. She's not mad at you per say just mad at the position you're in. A jealousy thing maybe but honestly, I think she's just tired of taking the back seat so to speak."

"What am I supposed to do about that? It's not my fault!" Stan threw his hands up the irritation on face made Kenny laugh again.

"I didn't say it was dude. I'm just telling you what I think, but man, she really got under your skin." Kenny smirks over at him with a playful purr.

"No, she didn't! I don't even care."

"Yep, that totally looks like the face that doesn't care~" Kenny pulled his zipper up and adjusted the collar as he spoke. "Look, let’s pretend for a second you do care. If I were you, I'd just talk to her. Ask her what you can do to make things right, because I'll be honest man, she's the last person you wanna make an enemy of. She'll make your life hell." Kenny finished making his point by wrapping his arm around Stan's neck and pulling him in for a side hug. "Besides, it's not like you have to work close with her, just work around her."

"Yeah..."

But of course, it could never be that simple, could it? Every time Stan tried to catch you to talk to you something got in his way. Monday you were busy with your classes zipping around the hall, Stan could barely get a word in. Tuesday you had to help Butters with his outfit so of course you didn't have time for him. Wednesday was the big pep rally for Friday's game, so that meant Thursday was for practice.

Thursday was hell. Stan was supposed to be focused on getting his team ready for the game. They were practicing dodging other players and passing the ball across the field. Stan was supposed to be working on his throw, he needed the ball to go further than normal. Kyle was getting faster at running and if Stan fell behind their whole strategy would be thrown out the window.

But of course, you couldn't make it easy. It was getting harder and harder to focus on what he needed to do when you were being tossed in the air. The way your dark green and gold skirt caught the sunlight, and the way the puffy looking poms in your hands shook back and forth. Stan knew he was in trouble when he stopped paying attention for a moment when you laughed at something Annie said. Next thing he knew he felt the football knock him on the side of the head. And of course, that's when you looked over, he felt his face heat up when you giggled and covered your mouth.

He hated you. Hated your pretty smile, the way you laughed made his blood boil and his body turn hot. Your stupid lips curled into a gorgeous smile and the way your thighs looked good enough to sink his teeth into, what he'd give to walk over and kiss that smug look off your-

Stan let out a growl that came from deep in his chest as he threw the ball down the field hitting Kyle in the chest. The poor red head just took it, letting out a grunt as it managed to get past the gear meant to keep him safe. He wouldn't let his mind wonder there, not for you. Not when you're the one who attacked him and then started avoiding him every chance you got.

"Marsh!" He winced when he heard Coach Miles below his name, he didn't need to see his face to know he was in trouble.

With a sigh he took his helmet off and ran his fingers through his messy black hair, the helmet causing his hair to stick up. As he walked over, he could feel your eyes on him, and all he could do was scowl. Trying not to think about how you must be eating this up.

Stan's scowl dropped when he heard the coach call your last name and gesture for you to come over. Your eyes widened at the way the coach called for you, you'd never heard him so angry at you before. You gave your poms to Wendy as you ran over, walking behind him as he gestured for you and Stan to follow him.

Coach Miles took you both back inside through the gym, once the three of you were alone, he crossed his arms and glared down at you both. "So, the big game is tomorrow and some of the students have come to be with worries about the way you two were at each other’s throats." He paused for only a moment, crossing his arms over his chest. "Let me make something very clear, we are not in high school anymore. So whatever problem you two have with each other, fix it. You’re adults, act like them."

"I've tried! She doesn't want to work this out!" Stan's mouth moved before he thought about the consequences, but he was just so tired of this whole thing. Even if he agreed with his Coach, this whole situation had him at the end of his rope.

"What?! No, you didn't! You just bitched to Kenny-"

"I didn't bitch! I was asking for advice!" Stan stopped and glared over at you again, it seems like that's the only look he gave you nowadays. "I tried to talk to you in the halls and you blew me off!" How did you even know about he talked to Kenny anyway?!

Fucking Butters.

"I told you what my problem was with you Marsh!"

"No, you didn't! All you did was-"

"Enough!" The Coach's voice boomed over your little squabble and echoed off the gymnasium walls. "I was hoping you two would be mature enough that I didn't have to do this, but I guess I was wrong."

You and Stan watched as Coach Miles stuck his hand in his pocket and fished out a folded-up piece of paper. Unfolding it, he handed it to you and huffed. It was a warning slip, something he never gave out to you or Stan. "So, unless you both figure this out, you're both benched. Off the field and you can watch the rest of the students play without you."

"What?!" Your voices came out in unison, shocked at the very thought of not getting to be a part of tomorrows big game.

"I mean it! Figure yourselves out or you're out! I can have McCormick take your spot Marsh and Testaburger has plenty of experience leading!"

"But Coach-"

"No! I shouldn't have had to do this in the first place! I'm not your dad, I'm not your counselor, I'm a Coach! You both are lucky I'm even giving you a second chance! You have until tomorrow." Every word that came out of Coach Miles's mouth pierced like a sword.

You flinched and pulled back just as Stan did each time, he emphasized his frustration. It was a verbal lashing unlike one you've ever gotten, and you were grateful when he turned and left. You weren't sure if you could take much more.

An uncomfortable silence fell over you and Stan as you both just stood there. The slight buzzing sound of the fans overhead and Stan's deep breaths were all you could hear. Each time he inhaled through his nose he would exhale through his mouth, but it didn't look like it was actually doing anything to calm him.

You've heard when Stan got yelled at by Coach Miles, and not once did he look this angry. Your eyes trailed down his jawline watching as he started grinding his teeth together, the look on his face said it all. He was holding something back, he looked like a lit fuse ready to blow. You didn't know if that anger was at you, the Coach, the situation, or all the above. But a part of you really wanted to find out, and Miles did tell you to work it out.

"So... you wanted to talk. I'm here."

Stan's head snapped over towards you, the look on his face was a mix of anger and bewilderment. Shocked that you would break the silence like that. He felt his stomach churn, a feeling he hasn't felt since he was a kid.

It always felt like he was on a roller-coaster going too fast, that fluttering feeling one would feel when the ride would hit that high and then dropped to that low. Only this time it felt like the pit of his stomach was also on fire, his stomach was a cauldron ready to boil over. As he opened his mouth to speak nothing came out, he just let his mouth hang open for a second and then he shut it again. He was holding back still.

You rolled your eyes and jut your hip out, arms crossing under your chest. "Just say it. I know you want to yell, so yell. I'm a big girl I can take whatever you could possibly throw at me."

When Stan didn't respond but instead walked towards you, your arms dropped, and you took a step back. So caught up in the dark blues of his eye you barely registered when your back hit the wall, it wasn't until you realized he had you backed into a corner that you grasped the situation you were in. He slammed his arm over your head making your heart leap in your chest, and your hands come up in defensively.

You weren't scared that he was going to hurt you, you never got that from Stan, he never seemed like that type. But the way he looked down at you made your heart speed up and a shiver run down your spine. Never had you felt like a rabbit trapped in a pen with a wolf. Something about that excited you.

"What are you doing-"

"Shut.up." Stan's voice dips an octave as he whispers out the command.

The gravel in his voice is cut by the way he slams his lips down onto yours. You have just enough time to push back into the kiss when he pulls away and continues. "You...have made my life.... fucking hell...this entire week!" His complaints almost falls on deaf ears from the way he's kissing you in between them. "I don't know why I get so.... worked up with you!" He emphasizes the last part by grabbing your jaw and forcing your face up towards him.

It's only been a week and you've already got him wrapped around your finger, so tightly wound up that he was beginning to snap. And maybe you were wrapped around his, the smirk on your face was short lived when he bit your bottom lip. A small gasp escaping your lips giving him enough of an opening to slip his tongue in your mouth. You moan against his lips and grip the front of his jersey by the collar. If he wanted to get handsy you could get handsy. You pulled him down into the kiss somehow deepening it further.

Your tongues push back and forth against each other, neither giving way to the other. His tongue was relentless but so was yours. It wasn't until you felt a bit of drool dripping down the side of your mouth did it click. You were making out with, what you thought, was the biggest asshole on campus. Yet you couldn't pull away, couldn't pull away from his hold on you.

On the other side of things, Stan's mind was going blank. With every twist of your tongue and lips he felt himself getting addicted. Hungry lips moving from yours to devour the soft flesh of your neck. He bites down with enough force to pull a cry from you and to leave a mark. Right where your shoulder meets your neck, teeth marks bright and red poked out of your cheerleading uniform.

"You fucking ass! That's going to leave a mark!" You hiss at him, but it just turns to another moan as he sucks on the patch of skin near your collarbone.

"Good!" He growls back coming off your skin with a pop. "I have tried all week to work with you! All fucking week to work with your bitchy attitude!"

"My attitude?! Fuck you! I was trying-"

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" He cuts you off with a smirk, one that would give the devil a run for his money.

"What?!" You white knuckle his jersey with both hands now.

"You wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid." His hands reach down to the back of your thighs, cupping them as he lifts you up and slams you back into the wall. Not enough to hurt but enough to remind you of the predicament you're in.

"Says the man who had his tongue down my throat!" Predicament be damned. He would not win this fight just because he slots himself between your legs and pushes his arousal against your thigh.

Those football pants left nothing for the imagination, the thought of leaving him with that hard on in those pants crossed your mind for a moment. But when he rolled his hips against your clothed sex you had to focus on biting back the moan instead.

"It shut you up, didn't it? You didn't seem to want me to stop when you were moaning against me."

You glared down at him and ran your fingers through his hair, giving the roots a firm tug; you smirked when he moaned. His face turned red making him lunge forward and bite your neck again. Your nails dug into his scalp which only seemed to encourage him to leave marks.

"Just shut the fuck up and...and fuck me already!" You tried to keep the moan out of your voice, but when he found that soft spot on your neck it just turned into a whimper.

That smug bastard lips turned up into a smirk, he pulls back just long enough to take a look around the gym. All he could hear was you panting heavily trying to catch your breath and the same dull fan buzzing. He looked down at you for a moment and for a second you thought he'd pull away. That he'd come to his senses and realize that maybe this wasn't exactly what the Coach meant.

But he didn't. Instead, he pulls your face back up for another kiss, this one was a lot less angry. There was still that heat behind each press of his lips, but it was more controlled, not like when he was trying to get you to stop talking. He presses his forehead against yours for a moment, the sweat from practice earlier dripping down his neck, it would almost be sweet if the situation leading up to it didn't happen.

"We have to be quick."

"Here?! Are you out of your mind, what if we get caught!?"

"Would you just let me-" You feel him move you to his forearm, where he pins you between the wall and his body. "You've got me so worked up! I don't know why I find your endless complaining and bitching so hot!" The confession spilled out of his mouth once again without a second thought as his hands move up your skirt.

His hands grope and squeeze at your thighs and then your ass pulling another sweet moan from your lips. "Don't act like you're free from it! You like to think you're sooooo much better than me but you're just like me!"

"I know!" He grunts as he pushes your underwear to the side making you shiver when the cold air hits your cunt.

Stan watches as your eyes flutter shut when he slams his fingers into your wet hole, his fingers coated with your sweet juices. He licks his lips when your mouth hangs open and a shaky gasp is pulled from you. "Look at you already so fucking wet for me. I thought you hated me huh?"

"Sh... shit. I-I do hate you!" Your weak attempt to bite back fall short when he curls his finger in you, slamming his fingers in and out of you.

His lips ghost over yours as he buries himself to the knuckle in your pretty cunt. He watches as you suck his fingers in further and further. The sounds you're making makes his cock throb in his pants, straining against the white material. "Yeah? Doesn't feel like you hate me. You were ordering me to fuck you earlier."

"I-I... oh fuck! Harder!"

Stan smirks down at you and there's no comment this time. How can he when you look so damn sweet, nails digging into his shoulders clinging to him for dear life. He stops his fingers and glares down at you. "Say please."

"B-bite me."

He does. He leans down and bites down on the tip of your ear, his husky voice laced with danger. "I'm not moving my fingers from your cunt until I get a please."

"G-God damn it Stan j-just.... ugh please! Please go harder!"

For a moment he looks up like he's thinking about it, pondering whether he should or not. You could have smacked that smug look off his face but when his fingers drill deeper into you all you can do is throw your head back. As if it wasn't enough, he finds that perfect spot, making you clench around his digits.

"Fuck you look so good when you're like this. You gonna cum around my fingers princess? Go ahead, let me feel you clench around them." He talks you through your orgasm with a steady tone, making you lull your head to the side as you reach your climax.

His fingers stay buried in you for a bit before he pulls them out, you almost whimper at the loss of them. But it was cut short when he wrapped his lips around his fingers. Sucking the slick off his digit while keeping eye contact with you. The telltale sign of a blush crept up your neck and across your face when he removed his index finger from his mouth.

"You're so gross..."

"Whatever." He clicked his tongue at your comment, even after he pulled an orgasm out of you; you still had something to say. His hands move across your ass again giving the flesh a firm squeeze. You slapped his shoulder when he chuckled at your little squeak. "Hmm~ I liked you begging. Let’s see if I can't get more of that out of you."

He moves his hands down to his pants and slips them down to his thighs. He fumbles for a moment with his boxers before he just decides to give up and pull his cock through the flap. He did say this needed to be quick and he already wasted time fingering you against the gym wall. Not that he regretted it, he had half a mind to do it again, but if the precum leaking out of the slit of his cock was anything to go by he need release soon.

Stan glides his cock against your folds a few times, coating his cock in your arousal, his breath hitches when you roll your hips back. When his eyes meet yours again his knees almost buckle under the weight of your lustful gaze. The way your eyelids lower and your mouth falls open again with each drag of his cock. He takes the base of his member and slaps it against your cunt a few times. "Come on princess, tell me you want this. Tell me you don't really hate me."

"I...." You trail off, letting your stubborn attitude take over but Stan isn't making it easy. Each passing second you don't answer him he nudges the tip of his cock in your entrance, not quite pushing in to give you that pleasure. "I hate that I like it that you call me that! I hate the way my heart speeds up when you kiss me! I hate that I like you!" Your words roll off your tongue like a confession, the way you throw your head back the frustration growing in your tone.

Stan growls again, that sound being pulled out of him more times today than his entire life, but he can't resist you. It's like he's a puppet and you're holding all the strings. His hands come up to your hips and guide you down the length of his cock just as your legs wrap around his waist. The muscles in your legs keep him in place making his cock throb again, you feel it bob against your walls.

"You have...no fucking idea...how much I've wanted this! Every time you got thrown in the air-" He lets out a shaky moan as he pulls you off his cock and slides you right back down. "Every... every time you giggled and flashed that perfect smile." Stan nuzzled into the crook of your neck while his hips begin to find the perfect rhythm. "Everything about you is perfect and I fucking hate it!"

Stan's little burst of irritation comes out from the way he begins picking up speed. You cling onto him as he continues piercing up into you, your arms wrapping around his neck to try as your back slides up and down against the wall. "Oh god Stan!"

"Listen to yourself. Calling my name like that, you drive me crazy! I'm not going to be able to stop. You gonna let me cum in you? I don't wanna stain that pretty uniform of yours." The way he's moaning out your name in between breaths makes your stomach do flips.

You can't find the strength to answer so you settle for nodding and moaning his name. He doesn't say anything else besides the occasional cursing and small grunts, so focused on bullying your insides. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten and tighten until the knot starts to snap. Your walls grip his cock as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, your voice has gone hoarse from moaning and screaming his name. He feels his cock twitch when he sees you climax around him, it's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. The way your mouth hangs open, lips slightly swollen from how hard you kissed him. The way your hair was out of place and the way your uniform was messed up from how hard he was thrusting into you.

"Fuck...I'm...I'm cumming." He groaned as he emptied himself inside you. Thick hot arousal shooting up and painting your insides, it made you whimper and squirm.

There was another moment of silence that fell over you two, it wasn't the heavy awkward one the Coach had left you in. It was almost comfortable by the way Stan was pressing soft kisses into your neck, his lips moving up to your jawline and to the corner of your mouth. You ran your fingers through his hair again trying to smooth it out instead of tugging.

"So....this certainly was one way to work out our problems..."

Stan hummed in response as he slowly pulled you off him, you couldn't help but gasp at the feeling of loss again. As he pulls his pants and boxers up, he takes out the small towel he has tucked away in the pockets of his pants, and gently begins to clean your thighs. The action makes you smile a little, how one minute he could go from destroying you against a wall to treating you like some doll. When he sets you down his hands linger on your hips a little longer like he's trying to make sure you're alright enough to stand.

"Yeah...hey, I'm sorry. I'm not...good at confrontation and I shouldn't have got defense with you." His apology almost makes your heart break but at the same time it feels so warm.

"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken my jealousy out on you. You didn't deserve that, it's not your fault." You fiddle with the material of his jersey, rolling it between your fingertips.

"Jealous? Why would you be jealous?" Stan asks completely dumbfounded by the idea.

"Because everyone always talks about you and your team! It's always how great you are, and everyone seems to like you!"

"Really? Because I always hear about how amazing you guys are. Every game the guys always feel better knowing that even if we lose you guys were cheering for us. I can't tell you how happy Butter's has been since you let him join the squad." He chuckles and goes to move a lock of your hair behind your ear.

"Awh...that's so sweet." You look up at him with a little giggle and a smile, which he returns. "Now I feel all bad."

"Nah don't feel bad...I'm just glad we got this straightened out. I know it's a little backwards but...do you think I could take you out after the game tomorrow? Win or lose I just...kinda wanna spend more time with you." He gives you a sheepish smile and a small blush creeps across his face.

"Only if you don't mind me bitching." You joke back with a little hum, pushing yourself up against him.

"It'll go great with mine." He smirks back down at you and places a kiss on your lips.

Word travels fast around campus. When you both walked out of the gym smiling at each other neither teams could believe it. Even more so when next week you were walking around with Stan's jacket over your shoulders and your pinky wrapped around his. The star quarterback's last name written in big blocky letters on your back and your lipstick staining his cheek. Definitely not a normal way to start a relationship, but that was you and Stan's little secret.

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