Smut/oneshots mostly south park, censored(bcz of wattpad)

Stenny except they fuck at a sleepover||More stenny smut(repost)

Yippee another repost this one was a request-- about requests: I'm trying 2 get requests out, sry its taking so long !!! I hav nvr written in 2nd person pov so i apologize if its bad :(

aged up 17

Summary: Kenny gets horknee at a sleepover, gets Stan to fuck him in Kyle's bathroom

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"You MOTHERFUCK3R!" He screeched loudly, angrily throwing his controller across the room as he sprung to his feet. It made a thudding sound as it hit the blue painted wall. "YOU'RE FUCK1NG CHEATING, THAT'S WHAT YOU'RE DOING,"

Kyle didn't bother a glance, instead blinking at the screen while loosely gripping his own controller, "I didn't cheat, fata$$," He answered calmly. The two boys were sat on the edge his bed with purple sheets, in pj's, bickering for the tenth time tonight. Stan lay right beside Kenny on their sleeping bags on the floor, watching as they argued back and forth. He didn't say a word. Kenny had his knees pulled up to his chest, occasionally giggling whenever Cartman lost a game.

"You lying jew," Cartman hissed, eyebrows furrowed.

"Go pick up the controller," Kyle said simply.

He scoffed, arms crossed as he fell back onto the bed they were sitting on. "I'm not your slave," Cartman muttered.

Kyle rolled his eyes, "You're such a piece of sh1t Cartman."

"Fvck you I don't wanna play anymore," He huffed.

"Dumba$$," He mumbled with an exasperated sigh, "What do you want to play now dude?"

"Can we play board games?" Stan piped in.

Cartman sat back in the bed, "Board games are totally lame," He huffed, shrugging.

Stan took the slightest bit of offense to that but stayed quiet, just rolling his eyes as he leaned against the bed beside him. He glanced at Kenny, sitting farther away from him, legs still brought up to his chest. His long blonde hair was just barely seen with his parka on, strands of it falling over his forehead. Stan didn't know what it was, but he looked uncomfortable in a way, breathing heavily, all though you couldn't hear his huffs over the way Cartman and Kyle bickered. His parka that muffled his every word contributed greatly as well. He swore he could see a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, and a pained expression in his bright blue eyes. Stan didn't ask for whatever reason, instead listening to Cartman and Kyle play the game whilst scrolling on his phone, with occasional glances of concern at him. The clock ticked up, 10:00 pm, 11:00, 12:00 am. He yawned, squinting his eyes at the tv screen.

"FVCK!" He heard Cartman shriek and throw that poor controller yet again. One more and it shatter into pieces. "YOU BUTT-FVCKING JEW."

Kyle sneered.

"Can you shut the fvck up Cartman?" Stan spoke quietly, not even bothering to look at him, staring wearily at his phone. All night he'd been screeching at the top of his lungs, so loudly Stan's ears were to fall off. Cartman gazed at him with a sudden added rage, a fire flickering in his eyes as Kyle stifled a snicker.