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"Are you sure?"
You're shorter than your boyfriend, but sometimes the way he acts with you makes you forget that. Stan Marsh stared at you with wide eyes, his hands hovering over your shoulder like he wasn't sure where to put them.
You nodded, smiling at him. "My family isn't home," You pointed out. "It's good timing, right?"
Stan flushed and nodded. His bangs fell into his face as he looked at his own lap, where you noted that he was getting hard. You laughed nervously but it was a good sign considering the conversation.
Your boyfriend was the cutest boyfriend in the world, you think. Some people would disagree —- people have called him scrungly before. A little too tall, a little too awkward. They didn't like that he got so easily nauseous, it grossed them out.
But these were all good traits in your opinion. Taller means more to hug, awkward just means you both get to learn how to not be, and the nausea thing was just because he got overwhelmed easily. It even made you feel powerful sometimes, being able to fluster someone so hard they got sick.
He was cute and perfect and he loved you and you loved him.
It was only natural you wanted to give him your first time.
So, to stop him from thinking too hard —- you kissed him. Stan made a sound of surprise and sunk into you and you broke the kiss first, because otherwise the two of you would absolutely get distracted doing this instead of doing what you really wanted.
"Get undressed?" You murmured against his lips. Stan jumped back and started unbuttoning his shirt. He was so eager,.
He dropped his pants. Your smile twitched slightly. Yeah, you didn't forget that. You've held it in your hands before. Given it a clumsy blowjob more than a few times.
Stan was…big. Not super thick, it wasn't like it was comparable to a elephant's trunk like some people in your class compared them to. But it was big and you bit your lip at the sight of it.
Would it fit? You didnt' know.
But Stan looked at you with such a heartfelt expression that you thought it might be worth trying, you know?
"Fuck!" You bit your pillow, trying not to scream for the neighbors to hear.
It had been a process to get him inside you. There was stretching and it hurt. You didn't bleed, luckily you had enough lubrication, but…fuck.
Fuuuuuuck. Fuckfuckfuck.
"H-hey, how does that feel?" He asked you and you pressed your face even harder into the pillow instead in response. He had found some spot inside you that made it all feel so much better and he was thrusting deep inside you with a fast, relentless pace.
Was sex supposed to feel like this? You remember Bebe complaining once, that during her first time she had to fake it.
Stan, who you honestly expected to suck at this because most of what you have done so far had been inxperienced and awkward, was making the pleasure entirely real.
He had told you he was a virgin too. That he didn't know what to do, outside of what he knew about in porn. You weren't some jealous partner, you knew rationally you both had to look at porn, but it was the first time either actually admitted that beause it felt embarassing.
"Did you lie to me?" You let go of the pillow to glare at him over your shoulder. "Was it Wendy? I'll kick both of your asses if it was Wendy, I swear to god."
Wendy was your friend but you've been dating Stan for like, three years now and they had dated as children. If she touched him during these three years even once, you were ready to throw hands.
Stan made a sound of confusion. He slowed down and you wanted to cry when he stopped the pleasure so he could turn you around, force you to look at him.
Being on your back with a cock inside you made you feel overwhelmed. You wanted to cover your face. Meanwhile, Stans eyes were wide and surprised, but he had a flush on his face as he tried to look you in the eyes seriously only to keep glancing down.
A back was something you saw everyday. Not the front. You looked away to the side, avoiding his glance. You would give him blowjobs, yeah, but you never really saw him fully naked either.
"What are you even talking about?"
Your felt your jealousy wilt. Was he stupid? No. Stan wasn't dumb. He wasn't constantly getting perfect marks across the board either like some genius or a studious student, but you've seen eachothers grades. Stan was actually one of the smarter ones of his infamous friend group, as long as it was something he cared about.
Math he sucked at, but he got prefect marks in science, of all things. He mentioned he wanted to go into a subject related to animals.
You realized Stan wasn't fucking with you. He didn't know what you were talking about and now you were feeling awkward.
"You can't be a virgin!" You squeaked out. Stan frowned at that so you had to clarify. "You're too…too good."
Stan stared. He got a weirdly proud smile on his face and you could feel him get harder.
"No, I am. Well, was, as of five minutes ago."
It's only been five fucking minutes? You felt like you've been there for ages and were being tortured with how pleasurable it felt. Five? Really?
"Though I'm really, really happy you feel good too."
He certainly felt happy about that. His somehow even harder dick felt so warm inside you, like all the blood in his body rushed to it you admitted that.
You almost instantly wanted to apologize for accusing him. As far as you know, Stan doesn't lie about things like this. He was being honest. He never cheated. Probably never even considered.
Your awkward and cute and sometimes weirdly passionate boyfriend was just ridiculously good at sex.
"Can I keep going? Stan gave you a peck on the lips. Forgiveness, you think. You didn't even have to say it. "Like I said, it feels good for me too."
He was red as an apple, biting his lip. He was hard inside you. He wanted this just as much. You thought you were the only one being affected as much as you were, but…
You covered your face and nodded.
He moved and you clutched his shoulders.
Stan had worn a condom. No need to worry about anything. But the sensation of him coming inside you, even if it was through a condom made you shudder at how uncomfortable it was.
No. How intimate it felt. You ended up wrapping your legs around his waist and almost instinctually, you pulled him in closer.
He had kissed you, again, as you both felt yourself coming.
It was messy and gross but it had felt nice. Like you were completely and utterly at peace. You closed your eyes as Stan took himself out of you.
"Hey…"
You heard Stan's voice. You made a sound of acknowledgement.
"Could we go again?"
Your eyes shot open. Stan looked incredibly awkward as he was looking down.
You followed your boyfrinds gaze.
"How the hell?" You demanded, trying to sit up and wincing at the pain in your lower back. "How?"
"Well when I took it off, I kinda thought about when you called sex with me good." Stan started twiddling his fingers together like he didn't have some invulnerable monster standing up between his legs. Like he didn't nut inside you, even if none got inside... "And uh, this happened."
No way.
"You have a praise kink!" You laughed at your sheepish boyfriend, pointing at what was happening. "You got hard because I said you were good?"
Even if it was mean, you were a resident of South Park. Everyone here was mean sometimes. Even Butters grew a backbone after a while. It was just part of life here and Stan didn't seem offended at all, so you felt no guilt.
Your boyfriend had a fucking praise kink.
"Hey, do you want me to all you 'good boy', too? Like a dog?"
Stan froze at that. He opened his mouth, shut it. Then he looked away.
"Stan." You stopped laughing, your lips twitching. "Come here."
It wasn't an order or anything, but you felt even more amused when he obediently walked over.
In fact, you kinda think you might be into this too.
Everything was sore, but you wouldn't really mind going again.
"You're a good boy, Stan."
You ran a hand through his hair. He licked his lips, staring at your own.
"You're the best boyfriend ever, and you are a good boy." You praised him even harder. You've told him the first, a few times, but it was the first time it was in a sexually charged context. He shuddered, breathing heavier. "You want to go again?"
A truly eager nod. You were kinda surprised he didn't hurt his neck.
You might be a pervert with the idea you thought up. But you couldn't help it. The innate South Park cruelty made you open your damn mouth.
"Beg for it, then."
His eyes went wide. You smiled reassuringly at him.
You lost your virginity only a while ago, but it was truly good for you. You wanted to be good to Stan too. If this is what he enjoys, if this is what you can enjoy too —- why not give him what he wants?
He opened his mouth.
"Please…"
Really. What a good boy, you thought, as you kissed him and pushed him back into the bed.