(Adult Content Warning)
Craig's POV
It's two am, and I'm in Stan's room. I sit on his bed and put my hands in my lap. Stan looks at me.
"Ready?" Stan asks
"For?" I respond
Stan pushes me down onto the bed, started to kiss me, on instinct I kiss back, we begin making out. I push him away from me.
"Is something wrong?" Stan asks
"I don't think I'm ready... to... Y'know..." I answer
"We're just making out Craig... we aren't gonna... do that..." Stan says
"Okay" I continue making out with him, he grinds into me once after a few minutes
"Stan..." I warn, but it comes out in a moan, he pulls away and continues that movement
"You like it, don't you?" Stan asks, in a low sensual voice, which is, undoubtedly attractive.
"I-I..." I continue letting out small moans, I don't want to tell him no... but... I'm scared. "I-I'm scared..." I croak out, he stops.
"Okay honey, I don't want to scare you." His voice is soft and caring. "We'll wait till you're ready." He adds, I feel bad for making him wait. He gets off me and cuddles with me.
"I'm sorry..." I sigh
"Nothing to be sorry for, Babe. I respect you, and I want you to be happy and okay." Stan responds
"Are you sure? I don't want to lose you over this.." I sigh
"You aren't gonna lose me, I promise. Not over something like this." He kisses my cheek and rubs my chest lightly.
"It's not that I'm not attracted to you, I am, a lot... you're hot, Stan" I chuckle nervously "I'm just afraid of-" He cuts me off
"I get it, Craig. I'm scared too, I'd be willing to try though, I'd be gentle, and careful with you" He promises. It just sounds weird to me.
"I trust you with that... but... can we wait a little longer? We're only fifteen..." I turn around and hug him.
"I know you're attracted to me, you're a little hard." He chuckles
"I-" I look down and blush. Then back at him "Are you?" I add
"I was, but I'm not anymore, yours is going down too" he has a huge grin and won't stop chuckling.
"Ah shut up..." I stick my tongue out at him, then put my head on his chest.
~The Next Day~
"So.... did you and Stan..." Clyde starts
"What? Why?" I ask
"Because Stan was talking about it." He answers
"No, but he tried... I got scared, so we stopped." I look down, a bit ashamed
"Y'know there's nothing to be afraid of right?" Clyde asks
"Of course I know that, and I'd completely trust him to... deflower me... I just... I don't know what the issue is..." I admit "I should otherwise I'm gonna lose him but... I don't know if I'm ready." I add
"You'll know man. I can't tell you what's right or wrong. That's for you to figure out." Clyde shuts his locker and walks away, I sigh, doing the same and going to class.
~The Next Weekend~
Stan and I are at my house this weekend, we usually spend weekends together, and we alternate which house we stay at.
"Babe?" Stan starts "Are you ready?" He asks
I think for a moment, I'm not, but should... I say I am? Should I give him what he wants? Maybe it won't be so bad...
"Yeah. I'm ready.." I swallow harshly.
"Really?!" He sounds excited, immediately connecting our lips. I smile into it, kissing back. He pins me down, grinding against me once again. I let out a few moans into his mouth, I'm terrified, but I'll do it for him. He gets up and begins removing his clothes. I guess he's a bit impatient and doesn't wanna go through that process. So I follow suit. Taking my clothes off. I leave my underwear on and lay back in bed, he takes it all off, so I'm left staring attentively at his hard on. That's supposed to fit inside me? I blush and start palming myself whilst looking at it, he looks back and smirks.
"Excited?" He asks
I throw my head against the wall "Touch me... Stan..." I lightly groan out, moving my hand from myself and moving my hips toward him, he chuckles lightly and walks over to me, kissing me and getting back on top of me. I try to grip onto his shirt, since I'm used to it being there, but I end up gripping his shoulder.
"Stan..." I've become needy now. I'm still nervous, yeah, but I'm also extremely turned on.
"How bad do you want it?" He asks
"So badly..." I look to the side, bucking my hips upward, I then reach down and start to take off my boxers, which he finishes doing for me.
"My my... look at that gift..." he says
"Just... please me..." I want to cover myself, but I don't. He can see me, he's my boyfriend. I trust him with my body.
"As you wish." He gets into his overnight bag and pulls out lube, so. He planned this. I can't help but smirk at it, though that smirk fades when I feel him lift up my legs, spreading some over my entrance. I shutter and the uncomfortable feeling is back, Being touched there is strange. Hopefully he won't keep asking for this, I can't stop now, we've gotten this far. I'm already lubed, and I think he is too, or he's in the process of doing so.
"Please... be gentle..." I look at him innocently.
"Of course." He strokes my cheek, getting some lube on it. He lines himself up and I begin hyperventilating, though I try to hide it. He pushes himself in and I inhale sharply.
"Does it hurt? Are you okay?" He asks
"Mhm... keep going... please" I hold my breath as he keeps pushing in, he doesn't stop until he's completely inside me. I take deep breaths, adjusting to the new feeling. He starts to move and I bite my lip a bit harder, it hurts, more pain than pleasure, but I let him keep going, touching myself lightly, knowing it'll turn into pleasure.
I was right. It didn't take too long for the pain to go away and turn into pleasure, and I'm back to moaning. It grows frequent too, with every exhale I let out a moan, continuing to touch myself, he speeds up the pace.
"Oh my god... Stan...." I moan out "I'm close..." I add, he groans softly.
"M-Me too... want me to pull out?" He asks
"No... Cum inside me..." It's nicer to say that isn't it? Besides I won't cum if he stops without jerking off.
He speeds up, which makes me grip his shoulders.
"Oh god Stan..." I moan out, cumming. He watches it, cumming soon after and pulling out after a few seconds, riding out his orgasm, I shutter as he pulls out, and he lays next to me.
"Fuck..." he pants out
I yawn "I don't have energy left..." I put the blanket over us and cuddle into him.
"So I did a good job?" Stan asks
"Yes..." I answer closing my eyes
"Get some rest Big Cat" Stan says
~Monday~
"Hey dude" I say, walking to my locker, Clyde is in his. He looks over and winks at me.
"What?" I ask
"Stan told me." He answers, I scrunch my nose and put my head against the locker.
"Did he tell everyone?!" I ask
"No." Clyde answers "He told his friends, and I just happened to be talking to them." He adds
I shrug "whatever"
"You fucked him?" Clyde asks
"No. He fucked me." I answer
"I thought you said you were scared." Clyde states
"Well yeah, I was, but... I didn't want to keep him waiting." I rub my arm, embarrassed
"You know he wouldn't have cared right? If he loves
you..." Clyde starts
"Yeah, I know... but he asked for it, so I just... let him have it..." I sigh
"So... it was rape?" He asks
"No! I liked it. I consented to it, it doesn't matter anymore." I answer "As long as I marry him, right?" I add
"You want to marry him?" Clyde asks
"I mean... yeah..." I blush lightly, a pair of arms go around my waist.
"You wanna marry me?" Stan asks, and my blush deepens.
"I-I..." I cover my face, turning around to hide my face in his chest, nodding against it. Then my arms go around Stan's waist.
"C'mon babe, lets get to class" Stan says
"Okay, let me just get my things" I smile, pulling out things for my next class, Stan and I then walk to class together. Everyone gives me a weird, knowing look. I mean, we're at that age, not many people have had sex. We're only sophomores.
"How was he?" Bebe leans over to ask me
"Who cares?" I answer
"I just wanna know what Wendy missed out on" Bebe responds, I don't answer her question. I just look up at the teacher and continue taking notes.
At lunch, Stan and I sit with each other, and he's extra attentive. His arm is around me, first around my waist, then my shoulders, then back to my waist, now he's just sliding it downward to my ass.
I chuckle and whisper in his ear "if you wanna touch my ass do it." I cover the view of anyone else with my hand and I bite softly at his ear lobe. Then I pull back and pretend nothing happened, though his face is bright red, but he takes up my offer and puts a hand on my ass, well... as much of it as he can, considering we're sitting.
"What did you say to him?" Clyde asks, I respond in a shrug. Smirking and glancing at Stan, who has his nose scrunched, and a slight smile, once I look at him he leans in quickly and kisses me passionately.
"Ew gross!" Cartman exclaims
We're pulled apart by the squeals of girls. Who rush over to us, apparently they didn't know we were a thing before.
"Oh my god how long have you been together?!" One of them asks
"About... a year and a half?" Stan asks, counting on his fingers, I nod, telling him he's right.
"Aww so cute!" Another girl jumps slightly.
"Kiss again!" A third girl exclaims
Stan gets up, taking me with him. I blush deeply. He wants to dip me down, in front of them.
"Stan..." I lightly warn.
"C'mon... please?" He whispers, pulling me closer, or noses are touching, I can feel the tension grow.
"Fine" my eyes flicker from his lips to his eyes multiple times. He kisses me passionately, and we hear the symphony of "ew"s from the boys and "Aww"s from the girls. I can't say I hate it. Stan makes me happy, and kissing him makes me happier. Stan pulls away, but I don't want it to end, I lean onto him a little as to reconnect our lips, but I end up losing balance and tripping over, he tries to catch me but ends up falling. I've fallen on top of him. On instinct I get up, brushing myself off with a deep blush.
"I'm sorry" I hold my hand out to help him up, but he pulls me back down with him. My hands end up on either side of his head, and I'm hovering over him.
"I want you." He says so only I can hear.
I feel a rush of anxiety "here?! Now? We just- last night!" I whisper, my dark blush hasn't gone away, in face it's gotten worse.
"I mean, again tonight." He leans his head up and gives me an Eskimo kiss.
"I don't know if I have it in me Stan..." I don't want this to become an every night thing. Just occasionally.
"Okay, at least I got you once" he chuckles, I get up and he does as well.
"You two are soooo cute together!" One girl says
"I bet they'll get married!" Another comments.
I shake my head with a soft smile "I hope."
Stan takes my hand "Me too"
