#the heart eyes Kyle is at Stan

[benjidrawsstuff]

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Bonus Kyle cuz he’s a cutie:

[loves2spwge]

they just want to be one...

commissions @jolyonvane did for me where i asked if he could please please please make stan look as desperate and exhausted as he usually does but is being kept together by all his love for his sbf kyle

[anakur]

Cuddling him would include... (Featuring The Main 4 & Butters)

🌹| A/N : My first post ^^ I'm glad to have finished it though I am a tad bit worried over my characterisation of them. Guess that's just how I am haha

🥀| Warning(s) : slight nsfw implications- mostly parents' assumptions, but also during the last part for Kenny

Stan ⋆ ˚｡⋆🎧˚

Listening to music. Sharing earbuds or earphones. Especially when his parents are arguing (or if Randy is just... Being Randy)

You two are cuddling, as you look up, you see Stan with his earbud in hand, listening to the noise outside his room. He sighs before turning to you. He presses you closer to him as he turns up the volume on his phone. You wrap your arms around his neck and he closes his eyes, relaxing at your touch.

Smells like weed. Because,, Tegridy Farms.

Wears his beanie when you're cuddling. You take it off and he gets grumpy. Kiss him on his forehead in conciliation and watch as he gets that stupid Charlie Brown grin on his face.

The first few times you cuddled in Stan's room, he cleaned it up beforehand but after the first few times, he stops. Not to say his room is dirty, just, you may find an empty bottle on his nightstand, some clothes tucked underneath his bed or a hoodie draped over his desk chair, threatening to fall.

At some point Stan may get up to move it but it only ends up falling, so he leaves it on the floor. Next time you come over its still there (he swears he picked it up eventually and it just fell again)

The first time you two were cuddling he spent the majority of the cuddling session with his face pressed into the crook of your neck or your shoulder. You found it sweet. He was flustered, because in actuality he was trying to fight the urge to vomit. Eventually he has to excuse himself for a moment. Felt he messed up and ruined the moment, but his heart skipped a beat when he came back to see you waiting for him with open arms.

Kyle ⋆ ˚｡⋆📚˚

He finds drooling to be a bit gross, even though he knows it's not something you control. In the beginning of your relationship he will wake you up to tell you that you were drooling. Reasurres you it's fine when he watches you get embarrassed. Later on in the relationship, he'll just grab a tissue from the box on his nightstand and wipe it off himself.

It's what he keeps his tissue box there for. nothing else

Has to keep the door open, because his mom tells him to. Although his dad is a bit more lenient about it.

Sometimes when you forget about it, Ike will come into the room- having announced himself by a short knock at the door- as he stares at his phone and simply tells you:

" Mom says to keep the door open. "

Ike then proceeds to leave it wide open

" Close it halfway. "

He's already gone.

Kyle's the one who gets up to do it, leaving the door ajar. Everytime. Doesn't make you get up. If you ask for a glass of water, he'll also get it for you (and give you a forehead kiss). Don't abuse that power though, once you overuse it he'll start making you get it yourself.

Will not fall asleep when you're playing with his hair, but, he does feel very comfortable in that position

Says very sweet mushy stuff to you and gets embarrassed when he realizes you were awake the whole time. He trails off and stops talking.

Pushes you away playfully if you ask why he stopped or tell him to continue talking.

If you're watching a movie and cuddling, with a blanket covering you both, especially if it's dark outside and the lights are turned off, Sheila eyes you suspiciously when walking by. Staring particularly onto the blanket on your laps, covering you both waist down.

Kenny ⋆ ˚｡⋆🗑˚

Finds it cute when you drool. He'll chuckle and wipe it off.

Keeps his door closed. Hates it when you can hear his parents arguing. He would offer to share his ear phones but they're not in the greatest condition. Electric sparks flying and exposed wires. So, bringing your own pair would be very much appreciated.

Whispers mushy things to you when you're asleep. When he notices you're awake, he switches it up and starts saying dumb things just to make you laugh. Hears you give in and start giggling and he grins, acting surprised as if he had no idea you were awake.

When Kenny's household becomes too loud, he'll take you outside and lay on the grass together. Makes up constellation names.

It's the middle of the night while you're both sprawled out on the bed. You're sleeping and he's awake. He listens to the sounds outside the window and your breathing. When he hears you moving, he looks over and gently pets your hair, telling you to go back to sleep. His voice quiet and gentle.

be prepared for waking up and having Kenny casually mention he got morning wood

Cartman ⋆ ˚｡⋆🍫˚

Liane asks him to keep the door open but she's very lenient about it, by simply mentioning it as she walks by Cartman's room.

Also will bring you two snacks

Cartman is the type of person to tell his mom you're hungry, when, in fact, he was the one who suggested getting something to eat.

Flabbergasted when his mom turns to you asking what'd you'd like to eat.

Tries to cut you off, suddenly switching to 'we'

Smells like food.

Unlike the other guys he does NOT clean up his room beforehand. I believe however, his room is clean for the most part.

You had to nag him to clean his bed. Yes, his sheets are regularly washed and his bed gets made (both by Liane), but he eats in his bed. Which leaves some crumbs, that stay even after he 'sweeps them off' with his hands.

Imagine Liane's utmost surprise to see her darling son, Eric, on the bathroom floor, with his bed and pillow covers, squinting at the instruction on his phone. He mutters some swear words, before finally turning to her for help.

So the next time you come over, he had cleaned his bed hours before you came and restrained himself from doing anything on it until you arrived.

Actually gets pissed when you don't mention or even notice how clean his bed suddenly has become.

On second thought, he realized you probably will not praise him on a such a basic household task. But c'mon at least acknowledge it.

Lets you lay on him, sometimes.

He's watching some dumb videos on his phone as he had gracefully allowed you to lay your head on his shoulder.

You ask him to turn down the volume.

Fights the urge to not be a dick about it, and not raise the volume.

Begrudgingly he reaches for his headphones.

Once you fall asleep, he starts rubbing your back slowly. Immediately yeets his hand away when you wake up.

Doesn't want to deal with you waking up, even if he himself had also been awake.

" Eric... " you mumble, opening your eyes.

" Go to sleep. " he pushes your head down, as gently as you'd expect him to, onto the pillow.

" But I want water... "

" No. "

" ... What do you mea-"

" If you drink water you'll end up pissing yourself while you sleep. In my bed. "

"... That's not how it works. "

He then proceeded to press you into his chest.

" Fucking sleep. "

Butters ⋆ ˚｡⋆🌼˚

His parents definitely have him leave the door of his bedroom wide open. Not just slightly open. No, fully open. So, the cuddling has to be kept at a modest level.

Just sitting next to each other with some space in the middle between you both.

If his dad walks in, he'll stare at you, as to make sure nothing suspicious is going on.

If his mom walks in, she might remark how nice it is to have you over, asking if you two are comfortable and reminding to keep the doors open.

Holds your hand. Either your fingers are intertwined or he plays with your fingers as you talk, or just lay there in comfortable silence.

Falls asleep first, despite his attempts at staying awake, to make sure you sleep peacefully. However Butters is the one who wakes up first, so you just have him staring at you for a couple of seconds before realizing it may have come across as creepy and apologising for it immediately.

When you traced your finger along the scar on his face, he like squeezed his eyes shut at first. But then next time you ask before doing so, and he relaxes into it. Now he melts when you do it.

Would brush his fingers through your hair, no matter its length. But if his fingers get stuck he freaks out and thinks its his fault.

[kenlvry]

jealous

an; someone requested this but idk tumblr wouldn't allow me to edit it in drafts and i accidentally deleted it so here it is im sorry anon🙁🙁. btw this is more scenarios instead of hcs

17-18 stan, kenny, kyle!jealous x gn!reader (uses the term "your girl/mygirl" in kyles)

req : "can you do main 3 who's extremely jealous with reader?"

stan

"who was that?" stan had you pinned to a confined space, in the janitors closet to be more specific. he towers over you his shadow blocking the one light bulb in the closet. "..stan i have to get to class" you avoid eye contact, Stan's jealousy was something everyone was aware about but it was never this serious to the point he'd pull you in a closet.

"so do i, answer me who was that? you seemed to love laughing and giggling at his jokes, looking at him as if your boyfriend wasn't watching" although his head doesnt look down on you, his eyes does, he raises one eyebrow looking down on your figure. "stan it was just.." it was a friend but for some reason you wanted to push his buttons a little.. you know add a little fuel.

"and what if me and him have something? you got a problem with it?" if he wasn't close enough, now he is. he walks towards you in the already small space closing in on the distance between your bodies, "what?" his head now turns down to look at you. although you stutter you try to fight back "y-yeah.. what about it?" despite your cruel words that you have no idea is aching his heart your eyes fail to meet his.

"baby look at me in the eyes and tell me he loves you better than i do" stans voice was low, you've never seen this side of him and to be fair it was kinda hot. your eyes glance at his own pupils and your words seems to not want to come out. "well?" stan crosses his arms, "im waiting" he looks down on you.

you laugh, it was funny but you were lowk getting scared "im just kidding stan! godd youre no fun" you laugh awkwardly and wrap your arms around his neck, tiptoeing. "that wasn't funny y/n i was actually about to cry" he sighs hugging you back.

"im serious though who is he" stan says his mouth inches away from your ear, tou you laugh "its a friend you idiot" "i dont care, no man should make another's girlfriend laugh so beautifully" he pulls back from the hug looking at you "sure next time I'll make him kiss me beautifully" "dude??" he retracts "kidding" you say opening the door walking out of it "im cutting off your lips if you kiss another man" stan says behind you.

kyle

bro this man.. jealousy is skyrocket high. he's not insecure no he's just irritated people can hear his partner's voice when he's supposed to be the only one who can hear your angelic voice.

you laugh echoes the hall, tears falling from how funny kenny was. "you could be a comedian you know?" you say panting from the joyous laugh "yeah i could, but i could also be your boyfriend" your smile fades "as if" he smirks walking close to you "yeah? don't wanna try? i could be better you know, kyle doesn't have to know"

before you could respond you feel a hand on your waist, your head turns to your side to see kyle looking at kenny with the most serious face. kyle was a serious man but this face was so serious it beats everything. "what do i dont have to know kenny?" he raises an eyebrow at his bestfriend "boo youre boring let me have a talk with your for a sec" kenny whines at kyle.

"my girl kenny, not yours" "could be" his grip on your waist tightened. "haha funny joke kenny, you could drop it" you laugh awkwardly "not funny didnt laugh" kyle replies. "nahh its no joke, maybe we could be something y/n" "what the fuck dude i am right here." kyles eyebrow furrow. "and?" "and you're about to watch something you'll never get to do" your eyebrows too furrow when you hear this but you quickly understand it when kyle turns you kissing you infront of kenny. his lips were soft with a taste of strawberry.

your eyes widen but quickly melt in to the kiss "fuck you guys, get a room honest", you open an eye at kenny and realise kyle raised a middle finger at him "fucking weirdos" he says before walking off. kyle pulls from the kiss "y/n i wont hesitate doing that again infront of every guy if you dont stop talking to them" he crosses his arms. "okayyy sorry kyle, next time instead of talking with guys I'll fuck them" "bro i will literally have a quickie with you behind to school rn if you dont stop" his face shows no humour while your grin was wide as ever.

kenny

okay, i like to think he's manipulative 😭 like tell me this dude doesn't turn the tables and makes you the one at fault. the fights you two have over his issues is crazy and you know he's manipulating you, its just you like the power over him. (although i think out of the three stan would be the most manipulative)

kenny looks down on you sitting on the bed. his eyes already glossy "please dont tell me you're cheating on me" his voice in a high pitch. you feel yourself wanting to sigh, this happens every week but you also feel yourself wanting to smirk with how you can easily make him cry. "what are you talking about kenny?"

"tolkien, you were laughing with him and he put his hands on your shoulder!" you sigh "kenny he was loosing balance" "and? as if bebe's shoulder wasn't right beside him!" you sigh again, rubbing your temples. "well? are you cheating on me?" "no! god kenny I'm not cheating on you!" your voice was high and your tone seemed like you were done with his shit.

you don't see it but kenny smirked, he felt himself feel proud. "im sorry kenny.. its just" you trail off "no.. don't worry" you feel as if his voice was off, his usual whined turn to a condescending one but you dont look up at him.

he sits down beside you,his body turning to yours "so.. can you cut Tolkien out of your life?" he says a low whisper "what?" you finally look at him, and something in his eyes tells that he seems.. rather proud. "can't you do that.. would you rather have your boyfriend crying every night thinking about how you an tolkien fuck each other?" "kenny!" you stand up, now youre the one looking down on him. though with his tall figure you barely even looked down

"what? dont act as if you dont want him in your bed every night!" "what are you saying!" "please! go on and kiss him, leave me be here all alone" his voice now high. "fuck fine I'll delete his contact!" you sigh in defeat "and dont talk to him at school" kenny adds "yes okay". kenny smiles, standing up and hugging you "i love you" you hesitate, "love you too"

and although the statement seems like a lie, the warmth of kennys hug melt awat the itching guilt that kenny was right about tolkien. you do want him in your bed every night

[bubbless-s]

I love love LOVE your page. Your Harry Potter fics are my favsss. Your Kyle and Kenny headcanons were LITERALLY SCRUMPTIOUS, I WILL KEEP EATING IT UP.

But if I could, may I request the main 3 SP boys x reader please? Separately of course. Maybe they’re dating and having a sleepover together. Just hc’s on what they’d do at a sleepover with a partner.

If you could, fem reader would be preferred, gender neutral is okay though.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Pillow Fights and Stolen Hearts₊ ⊹ ᶻ !! ␥

- ʚɞ genre: fluffy! (as always no gender implied.)

- ʚɞ warnings: none (devider)

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Kyle Broflovski

ೀ⋆ He definitely begged his mom for this.

ೀ⋆ His mom allowed with the rule of the door being open.

ೀ⋆ You suggested the sleepover firstly and got him hooked.

ೀ⋆ “What will we do on the sleepover? Play truth or dare?” after Stan showed him the powers of truth or dare he is willing to try it out with you. A little tho! He isn’t awaiting it with heart eyes!!

ೀ⋆ Our lovesick fool made a little list of things just incase if you guys runout of things to do.

ೀ⋆ “Do you have games on your phone?” -Ike

ೀ⋆ Kyle got you a rose too! He gave it to you when you arrived at his house.

ೀ⋆ Imagine the surprise on your face when you open the door to Kyles house only to get a rose shoved to your face. A very well decorated rose at that.

ೀ⋆ The fun part is when night came.

ೀ⋆ Kyle being Kyle couldn’t sleep at all.

ೀ⋆ Why you may ask. 1. He has the worst bed hair ever! 2.What if he kicks you in his sleep?! 3. Can’t stop staring at your sleeping face

ೀ⋆ It was the most anxious sleepover to him BUT you know after rain rainbow comes.

Stan Marsh

✧ Stan had this planned out for months.

✧ He carefully planned each step like the “master mind” he is. He totally sucks at it but eh

✧ First he will impress you with his guitar skills then ask you to come over to his place for a sleepover.

✧ It was a solid plan until he almost puked out of nervousness.

✧ But things did work out in Stans favour nonetheless!

✧ This loverboy was over the moon that you agreed and went out to buy all the snacks in the world with his pocket money.

✧ Not to mention he brushed his teeth 12 times because you guys w-will..will kiss..such a blasphemy..!

✧ Stan also made a very romantic questionable playlist.

✧ “You deserve better.” - Shelley

✧ When night fell Stan and you found yourself under the covers.

✧ Sleepy but still talking. Too invested in the conversation but too sleepy to continue..

✧ The problems solution was a sweet kiss and a even sweeter goodnight bidding.

Kenny Mccormick

৻ꪆ Kenny was thrilled to have a sleepover with you.

৻ꪆ Finally he was going to see what your room looks like!

৻ꪆ Asking him to come over wasn’t hard at all, you just asked as someone would do normally and Kenny cut you off saying yes. If it was a comic it would definitely have big “!!!” marks at the end.

৻ꪆ When he did arrive at your place y’all did the casual things. Watching TV together, snuggling under the covers, Kenny chasing you to tickle your sensitive spots—

৻ꪆ Yea you heard me ladies, gentlemen and non-binary sillies, Kenny chased you till you were breathless only to trap you underneath him.

৻ꪆ For some tickles. You had to cry and beg for release!

৻ꪆ When night began its reign Kenny became more quirky.

৻ꪆ He would always steal kisses or his hands would wande—ahem Kenny Im trying to keep this family friendly.

৻ꪆ Anyway! Kenny is the best cuddle buddy out there if you are cold he will pull you closer to himself, if you are hot he will loosen his arms.

৻ꪆ If Kenny happened to be awake later on his thought could begin to wander to more evil places.

৻ꪆ But he wouldn’t do that to his darling..

৻ꪆ Until you woke up funny shapes drawn all over your face.

[dollyyss]

can you please do headcanons of what it would be like dating the main five boys?

Yes yes yes a million times yes

I’m sleepy, I promise I’ll edit this if needed tomorrow.

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄𝙏𝙎 𝙇𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙏𝙊 𝘿𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝘼𝙄𝙉 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍 + 𝘽𝙐𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎

𝙀𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥 ₊ ⊹

𝘼𝙡𝙡 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥! 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡 𝘼𝙐‧₊˚✩彡

𝙆𝙮𝙡𝙚, 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙣, 𝙆𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙮, 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝘽𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨𐙚

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: very slight talk of nsfw in Kenny’s part!

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

Kyle 🐇𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒🪐

- he’s dominate. But.. not in just that sense. I mean he takes care of you. Willingly. He’s constantly walking you to class, brining extra things for you because he knows you forget, so he has those extra pencils for you, notebooks. When the two of you walk side by side and he notices your shoe lace is untied he stops you immediately to bend down to tie it right back up. When you’re tired.. your in his arms immediately being led back to his car to take you back home. He’ll feed you sometimes. He just loves you, he wants to take care of you in every aspect.

- he’s gentle, he ensures that his communication with you is always considerate and kind. He listens attentively, acknowledges your viewpoint, and refrains from speaking harshly or being dismissive. Kyle shows genuine empathy towards your feelings, needs, and experiences. He puts himself in your shoes, tries to grasp your perspectives, and offers comfort and support to you whenever you need it. He is patient and willing to listen without judgment.

- Kyle understands the importance of physical touch for intimacy and affection. He engages in gentle caresses, hugs, and kisses, always being mindful of your comfort and boundaries. He enjoys being able to cradle you safely in your arms, express to you how much he loves you, how he’d always be there.

- and with physical touch, comes emotional support. Kyle is supportive and nurturing towards your emotional well-being. He is sensitive to your emotional state and offers comfort, reassurance, and a safe space for vulnerability. He provides comfort, validation, and understanding when you need it the most.

- Kyle creates a safe and secure environment for you quite often. both physically and emotionally. He ensures that you feel protected, comfortable, and free from any harm or judgment. His gentle and caring presence gives you a sense of peace.. a sense of home..

Stan .° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ

- I believe Stan.. is so supportive of you. He doesn’t believe he can truly make it far considering what he’s done with himself due to alcohol.. self loathing.. not being able to build what he wanted for himself so when he sees you achieve the things you’ve always wanted he’s cheering you on. He’s always the one to come up to you after a speech, squeezing you tight against him and whispering about how proud he is of you. He’s the one to bring you flowers, exchanging kisses to show you how amazing you were. In his eyes. You’re his role model.

- he’s committed to you. He’s had his heart broken far too many times by one person.. so when he finally finds you.. and you treat him the way he’s always wanted to be treated, show him the love he deserves.. there is nothing stopping that heart from grasping for you. Longing for you.

- though Stan loves to be around you consistently, wants to do anything and everything for you, he also understands Independency, individuality. He understands that maybe you don’t always wants to do something, or be around and that’s okay. He gets it.. he may be a little sad but he understands that sometimes having a me day is completely okay. Expect him to text you back immediately when you message him. He’s missed you :((

- he’s not THE greatest with his emotions, he’s still trying to figure his out most of the time but he will always stop to listen to you. No matter what it is.

Kenny ₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉

- Kenny is quite sexual, so your Reltionship is bound to be quite sexually. But he knows boundaries. And he knows when no means no. Sure he’s got quite the sex drive but he would never push you to do anything you never wanted to. This goes for anything really, he hates the idea of forcing you to do absolutely anything, he likes to know you may actually want to do something because you want to do it. Not because you’re just agreeing with him.

- he will give you space when you need it. He can be quite clingy at times but that’s because he’s just genuinely happy to be around you, so at times he can understand needing some space.

- he’s so understanding. Anything you come to him about, he’s all ears, listening and asking wether you need him to do something about, to stay the night with you. Anything. He’ll do it. He’s good at telling when something is wrong, even if you try to hide it and you hide it well. He’ll know. And he’s probably one of the best to go to…. He’ll even fuck you silly to get your mind off of things. But- in all seriousness. He genuinely does give you really good advice, advice you can take and actually go by, he cares.

- he’s so goofy. He’s always willing to do anything to put that sweet smile on your face. Whether it be to embarrass himself in front of a shit ton of people, or alone and he makes the stupidest inappropriate jokes. When he hears you laugh he’s laughing himself, smiling at you lovingly.

- he’s so protective it’s not funny. I’m talking, he beat the fuck out of someone once for even just slightly hurting you.

Cartman 🎧✮🧺✧˖°

- I hate him. And he’s an awful fucking person but.. with the right person.. I feel like he could be changed. Maybe not entirely but he would change.

- he starts a lot of arguments. Even though he says it wasn’t even him… it was. It’s over stupid shit to, like I’m talking over food, where he gets to sit somewhere, where you guys go. He’s so fucking petty it’s ridiculous.

- butttt.. with this he does make up for it. He doesss feel just a littleeee bad for making you so upset so majority of the time he’ll bribe you with food.. or rarely a warm hug.

- he’s quite a good person to cuddle. He’s warm, he’s got some squish so there’s enough to snuggle into and fall asleep. When you’re asleep.. he’s cooing at you, not understanding how someone like you could put up with him.

- he can be.. childish but he loves when you laugh with him, when he realizes something he’s said as made you laugh? You better believe he’s doing it continuously, like Kenny he actually really likes see you laugh especially if it’s because of him. It boosts his ego oops.

Butters ˚☆🐈*๑

- he’s like Kyle. He likes taking care of you. He likes taking you on dates, spoiling you with his allowance money.. even if it does get him grounded he doesn’t care. Your his, he has to spoil you.

- he’s such a kissy boy. He’s kissing you almost Antrim he lays his eyes on you, while your studying, grabbing a drink, coming straight out of the bathroom. He’s there. Baby just wants a kiss.

- he’s such a fucking sweetheart. He’s never really truly gotten angry at you, yelled at you, nothing. He’s so caring when it comes to you. He knows to take his time with you, to understand what’s too far and what’s just right. He gets what’s too much for you and what calms you down. He knows you like the back of his hand.

- he’s also extremely overprotective. It’s rare to see butters lose his temper but when it comes to you, he’ll yell like he’s never yelled before. I’m sure he’d also beat someone up if he could, and he knew he could. He hates seeing you hurt, at times he cries himself, but other times he’s so angered by others actions towards you he’s more worried about showing them how pissed he is.

- you always have his attention. You always have him. If someone online talks to him and is making you even slightly uncomfortable.. he’s blocking them at just their name leaving your lips. He’s ignoring anybody who seems even slightly interested. He’s got his eyes on you. And you only.

[jewbeloved]

How would the guys confess to you on Valentine's Day 💌

Note: This is 3 days late I know, I was on a writers block and I was having a fever and I kept throwing up in the progress while my stomach hurted and I missed a day to go to school on Wednesday to do my test because of that. And now I got a massive headache, everything is just spinning at once I can't take it anymore. 😭

Warnings: Absolutely none.

Characters used: The main boys.

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 💠

Man wants to confess to you on Valentine's Day, he literally be eyeing his calendar and keeping track of the days leading up to Valentine's Day.

But when the day actually comes?

Oh sh!t, he's already in a panic. He doesn't know what to give to you or how to even approach you in general to confess.

He went to Kyle for advice and even practicing his confession for you with him. He knows Valentine's Day can be a really special day for your friends and s/os.

He doesn't want to mess up or make things awkward by vomiting all over you like how he did when he was with Wendy :(

He probably might go with basic presents such as: chocolate, teddy bear, etc.

He will confess to you behind the school just in case his confession goes up in flames and he doesn't want other people to see.

"Uhm, Hi..(Name)...I know it's Valentine's Day and all....and I was just wondering if you wanted to be my valentine...". 💙💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski ☘️

Jews aren't supposed to have valentines-

Just kidding.

But seriously though every time this boy has a love interest it always ends up in a complete dumpster fire for him. (Not Cartman being the man cause for it anyways).

You and him have been good friends for a good couple of months and Valentine's Day has finally arrived.

This is his moment to shine and he won't let anyone ruin it for him, not even the fatass-.

He already got a big 4ft sized teddy bear with a heart box that has your favorite candy or sweet inside it. He also got you both matching outfits to wear if you accept his confession.

He probably might want to confess to you in the park near a big tree. (Yeah, classic romance confessions)

Please accept this boy's confession, it will literally make him the happiest jew in south park.

"Hi (Name)! I hope nobody else has confessed to you...or maybe they have. But I just wanted to ask you if you could be my valentine for this holiday".

❤️ Eric Cartman 🔥

Cartman is mysteriously preping for something and not being an ass as his usual routine?

I wonder what's on his mind.........probably you.

He obviously doesn't know what to get you for Valentine's Day and he probably doesn't care so he will just get whatever he feels you might like. He forced his mom to buy the presents though! :3

He probably wants to confess to you because you're the only person besides his mom who puts with his psychotic behavior and rude nature.

And probably because you don't make fun of him for being fat😭

The confession will be in his room because he doesn't want the guys ripping on him for having a soft spot for you.

He will confess in the mostly lazily and cheesy way in the first half before actually being honest with his confession.

"So it's Valentine's Day huh? This makes me feel like I am gay if I was doing this for the guys, but since it's just only you (Name), I don't mind it. As anyone would tell their s/o, will you be my valentine?".

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 🧸

He's poor asf how do you think he can afford even a gift for you?

He feels so sad at the times you give him something and he can't gift you anything in return due to him being the poorest kid in south park.

So instead of buying something, he tries to make a homemade gift for you with whatever he can find (He cleans the material he's using if he finds something useful out of the trash).

Definitely sneaked around alleyways and stole some spare changes from homeless guys so he can use it to at least get you a candy or snack he can afford.

Same as Kyle, he will confess to you in the park while bringing the homemade gifts and snacks he got you.

He wanted this confession to be special like the holiday itself so he took a bath in the river (without soap) and fixed up in his hair a little, not a lot though.

He decided to wear his Princess Kenny outfit afterwards.

"Mmmmm...mmmphmmmmhmmphmmmmmmmmhmmp!" (Im sorry Name...I know this isn't much since I'm poor and I can't gift the same amount you do for me and my family, but it's the least I could to repay my gratitude! Will you be my valentine?).

A new banner for my new south park Masterlist that I will be making soon.

[fuqnia]

No Hard Feelings

Kenny McCormick x fem!reader insert

(❁´◡`❁) | [A/N] hi guys! i recently just reached over 250 hearts on tumblr which is INSANE!! thank you so much for all the support. also, this oneshot is based off my wip college au. this is my first written smut ever and was shelved, so </3 moots im so sorry for this lmao

(❁´◡`❁) | Warning(s) : DUB-CON, p in v, vaginal sex, blow jobs, drinking, vaginal fingering, no condoms used, emotional manipulation, failed pull out method, kenny is an asshole, all characters are aged up!

(❁´◡`❁) | Synopsis : You, a shy college student with a long-time crush on Kenny McCormick, find yourself swept into a heated encounter with him at a party. Despite the passion, Kenny’s manipulative nature reveals itself when he brushes off his broken promise with a dismissive “no hard feelings.” Left alone in the aftermath, you’re forced to confront your regret and the harsh truth of being just another conquest.

The bass thumped relentlessly, shaking the already-questionable structural integrity of the frat house. Every surface seemed alive with motion—beer cans rattling on shelves, walls trembling under the weight of the music, and the floor vibrating beneath your heels. The air was thick with a heady mix of cheap cologne, spilled alcohol, and the sweat of too many bodies crammed into one place. Somewhere, someone shouted a toast; somewhere else, glass shattered, followed by a chorus of drunken laughter.

You hovered near the staircase, trying to keep yourself anchored amid the chaos. The dress you were wearing—tight, black, and far more revealing than anything you’d normally wear—clung to your curves in a way that felt suffocating under the low, flickering lights. It had taken you almost an hour to settle on it, pulling item after item from your closet until Red had finally yelled through the phone, “Just wear something that screams ‘hot, single, and overthinking this!’”

You’d spent another hour painstakingly doing your makeup, following tutorials with more concentration than you’d ever put into a class assignment. The winged eyeliner had been redone twice, your lipstick carefully lined and blotted until it was perfect. You’d even gone for a shimmery highlight, something to make your cheekbones pop like the girls Kenny always seemed to surround himself with.

Looking in the mirror before you left, you’d almost convinced yourself you looked good. Sexy, even. But here, under the glaring LED lights and in a room packed with people who all seemed effortlessly confident, you felt like an impostor wearing someone else’s skin.

You tugged at the hem of your dress, self-conscious about how much leg you were showing. Every brush of fabric against your skin reminded you of how foreign it all felt. The laughter and shouting around you seemed to close in like a physical weight. Your drink—a watery, overly-sweet concoction someone had assured you was vodka punch—sat untouched in your hand, its condensation slick against your fingers.

“Dude, you’re staring at it like it owes you money,” came Red’s voice from your right. She was perched against the banister, her phone in one hand, a drink in the other, eyeing you like you were some kind of science experiment.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, too quickly, as heat rose to your cheeks.

Red snorted, looking utterly unconvinced. “Sure you are. That’s why you’re holding your cup like it’s a flotation device and hugging this wall like it’s about to throw you a life preserver.”

Your gaze darted around the room. Everywhere you looked, people seemed so at ease. Wendy was perched on the edge of a couch, sipping her drink with a bored expression as Bebe danced in front of her, all hair flips and practiced, sultry smiles. Cartman was sprawled on another couch, gesturing wildly as he shouted something obnoxious that no one seemed to be paying attention to. Stan and Kyle were by the keg, deep in some debate, while Tolkien laughed at their expense. The whole place was alive, chaotic and carefree in a way that only made you feel more out of place.

And then, there was Kenny.

He was sprawled on a couch on the other side of the room, one arm draped casually over the backrest, his blonde hair tousled like he’d just rolled out of bed—but in a way that screamed effortless cool rather than messy. His faded leather jacket clung perfectly to his broad shoulders, his ripped jeans giving him that rough-around-the-edges charm that drove girls wild.

The smirk on his lips was the kind of thing you could write a sonnet about. It was cocky but not forced, confident without being cruel. Around him, two girls laughed at something he’d said—a brunette with an artfully messy ponytail and a crop top that showed off her toned stomach, and a blonde in a skirt so short it was practically a suggestion. They leaned in close, giggling and flipping their hair, the kinds of girls who didn’t have to try to look sexy.

You tore your gaze away, heart pounding in your chest.

“You know,” Red said casually, following your line of sight, “you’re allowed to talk to him. He’s not some kind of untouchable Greek god. Though, knowing Kenny, he’d probably love it if you treated him like one.”

“Red, no,” you said quickly, your voice barely audible over the music.

“Red, yes,” she shot back. “You spent, what, two hours putting that look together? It’s working, babe. Now go get your man.”

You looked down at yourself. The makeup, the dress, the heels—it was all supposed to make you feel confident, like you could walk into this party and turn heads the way the other girls did. But all it did was make you feel more exposed, like you were playing dress-up in clothes that didn’t belong to you.

Across the room, Kenny laughed, throwing his head back as Craig said something sarcastic. His smile was wide and dazzling, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. He was magnetic, utterly at ease, the kind of person who didn’t have to try to command attention. People just gravitated toward him, drawn in by his charm and that devil-may-care attitude that made him seem larger than life.

You sighed, gripping the plastic cup a little too hard as the longing in your chest twisted deeper. Every laugh that tumbled from Kenny’s lips sent a spark through your nerves, like your body couldn’t decide if it wanted to combust or crawl under the nearest piece of furniture. You glanced at him one last time, sprawled on that damn couch, looking like he owned the entire world without even trying. But the thought of crossing that room, of actually talking to him, made your stomach churn. You’d rather die.

Red groaned beside you, her voice loud enough to cut through the music. “Oh my fucking God, [Y/N]. Just go talk to him. He’s not gonna, like, eat you alive. Unless you’re into that.”

You laughed, but it came out thin and nervous. “Nope. No way. Not happening.”

“Why not?” she challenged, her tone laced with frustration. “What are you so afraid of?”

You looked down at the punch in your hand, swirling the liquid around to avoid meeting her gaze. “I just… I’m not doing it, okay? I need a drink that doesn’t taste like motor oil. I’m going to the kitchen.”

“Jesus, you’re such a pussy,” she muttered, crossing her arms and leaning back against the staircase. “Fine. Go hide in the kitchen. But don’t come crying to me when some other girl pounces on him first.”

Her words followed you as you slipped into the crowd, the sticky floor clinging to the soles of your heels as you weaved your way toward the kitchen. The further you got from the main room, the cooler the air felt, but your mind was still buzzing. It wasn’t just the noise or the heat—it was him. It was always him.

Your thoughts drifted, unspooling like a badly edited movie reel as you tried to shake the tension from your shoulders.

Two years ago. Freshman year. Physics 101.

You hadn’t even wanted to take the class—it was just an annoying requirement for your sociology major, and you’d been hoping for an easy A. You remembered walking into the lecture hall on that first day, finding a spot in the middle of the room where you could blend in, and pulling out your notebook, bracing yourself for ninety minutes of boredom.

And then Kenny fucking McCormick walked in, and the air shifted.

He was late—of course he was—and he didn’t seem to give a single shit about the professor stopping mid-sentence to glare at him. He strolled down the aisle, hands shoved in the pockets of his ripped jeans, his combat boots thudding against the steps. His blonde hair was messy in that perfect I just rolled out of bed, but I’m still cooler than you way, and he was wearing a vintage band tee—Nirvana, you thought, or maybe Pearl Jam—that looked like it had been through a war. A worn flannel was tied around his waist, completing the grunge-rock vibe that made him look like he’d stepped out of the nineties and into the lecture hall.

He threw his battered backpack onto the seat next to Craig, who immediately leaned over to say something that made Kenny laugh—loud, careless, and a little too disruptive for the stiff energy of the classroom. The professor rolled his eyes and resumed the lecture, but you were already distracted, stealing glances at Kenny as he sprawled in his chair like he didn’t have a care in the world. He pulled a notebook from his bag, and you noticed his nails were chipped, a faint streak of black polish lingering on some of them.

God, he was the definition of effortlessly cool .

You spent the next few weeks completely smitten. Every Tuesday and Thursday morning, you’d find yourself zoning out during the lecture, more interested in watching Kenny chew on the end of his pen or scribble something illegible in his notebook than paying attention to the professor. You found out later, by overhearing some random conversation between him and Craig, that he was a physics major. A physics major . Something about that detail made him even more fascinating. He wasn’t just cool—he was smart. And while you were slogging through Physics 101 trying to keep your GPA afloat, Kenny breezed through it like it was second nature.

The semester ended before you ever worked up the courage to say a single word to him. Not one. You’d spent months hovering in the background, trying to convince yourself that your crush was stupid, that he’d never notice someone like you anyway. But it didn’t matter. Every time you thought you were over it, you’d see him on campus—in the dining hall, at the library, once leaning casually against a vending machine while flirting with some girl—and all those feelings came rushing back.

Now, two years later, not much had changed. Sure, you’d gotten better at pretending you didn’t care, better at hiding the way your stomach flipped every time he walked into a room. But when you saw him, sprawled on that couch with his stupid boots and that same carefree smile, all the walls you’d built around your heart crumbled. He still had you wrapped around his fucking finger, and he didn’t even know it.

The kitchen door creaked as you pushed it open, the noise of the party dulling slightly as you stepped inside. The air was cooler here, less suffocating, but the chaos hadn’t completely disappeared. A group of guys stood near the counter, pouring shots and loudly daring each other to take them without chasers. Someone else was leaning against the fridge, scrolling on their phone, while another pair of people debated whether or not it was safe to drink the unmarked punch in the giant plastic tub by the sink.

You set your cup down on the counter, wiping the condensation from your fingers. For a brief moment, you considered turning around, sneaking out of the party entirely, and walking back to your dorm in the cold. But the ache in your chest refused to let up, and you knew—no matter how much you wanted to pretend otherwise—that this night wasn’t over yet.

The kitchen door swung open with a loud creak, and two girls strolled in, giggling and swaying slightly as they made their way toward the makeshift bar set up on the far counter. It was the blonde and the brunette you’d seen flirting with Kenny earlier. The blonde had her hair in perfectly tousled waves, her mini dress glittering under the dim kitchen light, while the brunette wore a plunging top that clung to her like a second skin. Both looked effortlessly put-together, the kind of girls who didn’t seem to care that half the party was already drunk and sticky with spilled beer.

“Ugh, these fucking frat drinks,” the blonde groaned, holding up a bottle of clear liquor and squinting at it. “I swear, if I get alcohol poisoning, I’m suing Sigma Chi.”

The brunette snorted, grabbing a soda to mix. “Please. You’d survive just to come back next week.” She leaned against the counter, tipping her head toward the blonde. “So, did he say anything else to you?”

The blonde popped the cap off her bottle with a soft clink , rolling her eyes dramatically. “No. Just the same shit he says to every girl. ‘Hey, I like your hair.’ ‘Oh, cool tattoo.’” She fluttered her lashes, mimicking Kenny’s voice in a syrupy tone before breaking into a laugh. “It’s like, come on, dude. If you’re gonna flirt, at least try to be original.”

Your stomach twisted at their words, but you couldn’t stop yourself from listening. You busied yourself with the bottles on the counter, pretending to look for a drink, your ears straining to catch every syllable.

“Well, duh,” the brunette said, taking a sip of her drink. “He’s obviously just fishing for someone to hook up with. I mean, it’s Kenny. He’s not exactly boyfriend material.”

The blonde let out a sharp laugh. “Right? Like, what was Tammy thinking, dating him for so long? I swear, it was only a matter of time before he fucked that up.”

Tammy. The name hit like a tiny knife, though you couldn’t explain why. You hadn’t even known Kenny had a girlfriend until recently, and by the time you’d found out, the relationship was already over. It wasn’t jealousy, exactly—it wasn’t like you’d ever had a claim on him. But hearing about her had only added to the growing list of reasons why getting involved with Kenny was probably a terrible idea.

The brunette leaned in conspiratorially, lowering her voice just enough that you had to strain to hear. “You know they broke up because she caught him flirting with some girl at the bar, right? Like, right in front of her. Tammy was pissed .”

The blonde scoffed, pouring herself another drink. “Of course she was. What did she expect? Kenny’s not exactly the settle-down type.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” the brunette said, swirling her drink idly. “Tammy told me he always acted like he was bored when they were together. Like, he didn’t even want to put the effort in.” She laughed, shaking her head. “He’s just... Kenny. He doesn’t stick around for long.”

The two girls drifted back into giggling about something else, their voices fading into background noise as they poured their drinks and made their way back toward the party. But their words clung to you, heavy and suffocating, as you stood frozen by the counter.

Kenny doesn’t stick around for long.

You knew it was true. Hell, everyone who knew Kenny knew it. He was charming and magnetic, the kind of guy who could draw people in without even trying—but he was also like a firework: brilliant for a moment, then gone. You’d seen it time and time again over the past two years, the way he flirted with girls at parties or hooked up with someone only to move on the next day like it hadn’t meant anything. It wasn’t cruel, exactly—he wasn’t malicious about it. Kenny just... didn’t stay.

Your hands hovered over the bottles on the counter for a moment before you grabbed one of the half-empty vodka bottles and poured a generous splash into an abandoned cup. You grabbed the nearest mixer—some off-brand soda—and topped it off before taking a tentative sip. It burned as it went down, but the warmth in your chest wasn’t entirely unwelcome. You took another sip, larger this time, letting the alcohol take the edge off the storm swirling in your mind.

Why couldn’t you let this crush go? Why did your heart twist every time you saw him, knowing full well that he’d never be the guy you wanted him to be? You’d told yourself, over and over, that it was stupid to hang on to this feeling, to keep wishing for something that wasn’t going to happen. But you still couldn’t stop picturing him smiling at you the way he smiled at everyone else, easy and warm, like it didn’t cost him anything.

Somewhere deep down, you knew the truth: even if Kenny did notice you, even if he liked you for a night, it wouldn’t last. It never did.

You took another long sip of your drink, letting the alcohol burn its way down and settle in your stomach. The faint buzz that followed wasn’t nearly enough to drown out the noise in your head. Your grip on the cup tightened as the blonde’s words from earlier echoed over and over.

Kenny’s single.

You weren’t sure why it mattered. It wasn’t like you were planning on doing anything about it. But still, the fact that it was true—that you knew it now, definitively—felt like a crack in the dam. A dangerous little opening that let all the thoughts you’d been trying to keep at bay flood in.

You spotted Red still leaning against the staircase, scrolling through her phone with her drink long gone. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, and you could practically hear her muttering insults to herself about whatever she was doomscrolling through. You forced yourself to push past the swell of nerves in your chest and made your way over to her, dodging a guy who stumbled past you with two beers clutched in his hands.

“Hey,” you said, voice tight as you stopped in front of her. She glanced up from her phone, arching an eyebrow.

“Hey,” she said slowly, her eyes narrowing slightly. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind. Did someone throw up in the kitchen, or is it worse than that?”

You rolled your eyes. “No. I overheard something. About Kenny.”

That got her attention. She locked her phone and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt, stepping forward with a dramatic smirk. “Oh, do tell.”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening around the cup in your hand. “I, uh... apparently, he’s single. He and Tammy broke up.”

Red stared at you for a moment, her face completely unreadable, before she snorted so loudly that people nearby glanced over. “Oh my fucking God, that’s what you’re worked up about?” She laughed again, shaking her head as she put a hand on her hip. “Babe, everyone already fucking knows that.”

You blinked, heat crawling up your neck. “You—what? How the fuck do you know?”

“Because I have ears, [Y/N],” Red said, giving you a look that was so condescending it bordered on cartoonish. “The whole goddamn campus knows. They broke up like a week ago after Tammy caught him flirting with some chick at a bar.” She shrugged, her smirk growing wider. “Classic Kenny.”

Your cheeks burned, and you took another sip of your drink to keep from saying something stupid. “I just thought you might, I don’t know, want to know or something.”

Red’s eyes gleamed, and she leaned in closer, her grin turning downright wicked. “Ohhhh, I see what’s happening here. You overheard it, and now you’re standing here wondering if this is your chance to finally grow some fucking balls and go talk to him.”

“What? No!” you snapped, but the words came out far too quickly.

“Uh-huh,” she said, dragging out the syllables as she eyed you like a shark circling its prey. “So you’re just gonna stand here all night, sipping your sad little drink, while someone else inevitably makes out with him first?”

You scowled, your fingers tightening around your cup. “I’m not fucking staring at him, and I told you, it’s not happening.”

Red tilted her head, her grin widening even more. “Wow. Pathetic. You’re really gonna let another opportunity slip through your fingers? That’s, like, tragic, babe.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, Red spun on her heel and cupped her hands around her mouth.

“HEY! Who wants to play spin the fucking bottle?” she shouted, her voice cutting through the blaring music like a knife.

Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Red, no .”

“Red, YES,” she shot back, her grin practically manic as she waved to the growing crowd.

It was like tossing a match into a pile of gasoline. People swarmed the area almost immediately, some cheering, others laughing loudly as they shoved furniture out of the way to make room.

Bebe was the first to join, her eyes lighting up as she plopped onto the floor. “Oh my God, fuck yes. This is gonna be amazing.”

Wendy groaned but followed close behind, crossing her arms as she sat down next to her. “You’re such a child,” she muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched with a faint smile.

Craig and Tweek wandered over as well, the former sighing heavily as he sat down. “If I have to kiss Cartman again, I’m leaving,” he said flatly.

“That’s your own damn fault for spinning so fucking hard last time,” Tweek muttered, twitching as he sipped from his beer.

Within moments, a circle had formed on the living room floor, a chaotic mix of familiar faces and random partygoers. Someone produced an empty beer bottle, and Red dropped into the middle of the group with a flourish, patting the spot next to her as she turned to you.

“C’mon, [Y/N],” she said, her grin practically daring you. “Sit your shy little ass down. Don’t be a fucking buzzkill.”

You froze, your heart hammering in your chest. You were about to refuse when the sound of a low, familiar laugh sent a shiver racing down your spine.

“Spin the bottle, huh?”

The voice was casual, laced with amusement, but it cut through the noise like a blade. You didn’t even have to turn your head to know who it was.

Kenny strolled up to the circle, beer in hand, his leather jacket hanging open over a slightly wrinkled band tee. His ripped jeans clung to his legs in just the right way, and his boots were scuffed and untied, like he’d just walked out of a grunge concert. His blonde hair was a mess, falling into his eyes as he took a long sip of his beer and surveyed the scene with a crooked smirk.

“Fuck it,” he said, dropping onto the floor across from you. “I’m in.”

Your stomach twisted into knots as you stared at him, your face burning so hot you were surprised it didn’t light up the room. He leaned back slightly, stretching out his long legs, his boots brushing against the edge of the circle as he propped his beer on his knee. His blue eyes swept lazily across the group, and then—God help you—they landed on you.

He smirked, raising his beer slightly in a wordless, cocky little toast.

Red leaned over, her breath warm against your ear as she whispered, “You’re fucking welcome.”

You were going to kill her. If your heart didn’t give out first.

The bottle clinked against the floor as Red gave it a dramatic spin, her manic grin making your chest tighten with dread. The bottle blurred in a frenzy before slowing to a crawl, its neck ticking like a clock as it passed from person to person. You held your breath without meaning to, and when it finally landed on Craig, Red whooped loudly, throwing her arms in the air.

“Fucking jackpot!” she crowed, pointing a triumphant finger at him.

Craig raised a brow, unimpressed. “Lucky me,” he deadpanned, though the corner of his mouth twitched with a smirk.

“Pucker up, baby,” Red teased, crawling toward him on her hands and knees.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Tweek muttered, his hands twitching nervously at his sides. “Do I have to fucking watch this?”

Craig shrugged. “You’re the one who didn’t spin, dude. Suffer.”

Red leaned in, grabbed Craig’s chin like a mischievous demon, and planted the loudest, most obnoxious kiss you’d ever seen directly on his lips. The circle exploded into cheers and laughter as Red pulled away, wiping her mouth dramatically and muttering, “Ten out of ten, no notes,” as she plopped back into her spot.

As the bottle was passed to the next person, your heart pounded in your chest, drowning out the noise around you. You clutched your drink like a lifeline, the condensation soaking your hand as you tried not to completely lose your shit.

One by one, people spun the bottle, each spin dragging your nerves tighter. It felt like every pair was some wild, ridiculous combination of chaos.

Wendy spun and landed on Cartman, who immediately puffed out his chest. “Hell yeah, Wendy Testa—”

She slapped her hand over his mouth. “Don’t finish that sentence, asshole,” she growled, leaning in for the world’s quickest, most reluctant peck.

When Cartman spun, the bottle landed on Tolkien, and the crowd roared with laughter as Cartman groaned, “Ugh, fine. Let’s get it over with. You’re lucky I’m generous.”

Tolkien smirked. “You’re lucky I’m even agreeing to this.”

Craig spun the bottle so hard it went skittering out of the circle, narrowly missing Bebe’s head before it stopped—pointing at Tweek.

“Oh my fucking God, I knew this was gonna happen,” Tweek hissed, running his hand through his hair.

“Relax, babe,” Craig said, leaning over and kissing him without hesitation, like it was the easiest thing in the world. The crowd burst into cheers again, someone shouting, “Power couple!” as Craig leaned back with a satisfied smirk.

All the while, your stomach churned. You weren’t even sure if it was the alcohol or your anxiety—or maybe some hellish cocktail of both. The longer you sat there, the harder it became to breathe. Kenny sat directly across from you, still impossibly relaxed, his leather jacket hanging open as he took lazy sips of his beer. His gaze wandered idly across the group, but every now and then, it flickered to you—and each time it did, your heart skipped painfully.

You squeezed your cup tighter, willing yourself to focus on anything other than the bottle, the circle, or the boy who had haunted your thoughts for years. But your mind wasn’t having it. As your pulse raced, another memory clawed its way to the surface, dragging you back to a moment you hadn’t thought about in a long time.

It was sophomore year, sometime last spring. You’d been running late to your sociology class after oversleeping and decided to take a shortcut through a side street to shave off a few precious minutes. The alley had been quiet, the brick walls echoing the distant hum of campus life. You’d barely noticed the figures standing just past the dumpster—until you got closer.

It was Kenny.

And he wasn’t alone.

He was pressed up against the wall, his fingers gripping the fabric of some guy’s hoodie as their mouths crashed together with a kind of desperate intensity that made your heart stutter. Kenny’s hair was messy, his jacket pulled half-off his shoulders, and the guy he was kissing—a tall, broad-shouldered stranger with stubble and dark hair—had one hand tangled in Kenny’s blonde locks, the other sliding up under his shirt.

You’d frozen in your tracks, the scene playing out like something ripped from a movie. It wasn’t just a kiss—it was raw, passionate, and so full of hunger that it made your head spin. You couldn’t look away, even as guilt twisted in your stomach for watching something so private.

The alley had felt suffocating, the heat between them palpable even from a distance. And though you’d been rooted to the spot, your mind had screamed at you to leave, to pretend you hadn’t seen anything. After a moment that felt like an eternity, you turned and walked away as quietly as you could, your face burning and your heart hammering.

For weeks after, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. About him. About the fact that you’d never seen Kenny look so... alive. There had always been something magnetic about him, but seeing him like that—unguarded, all-consuming—had changed something. It had cemented the ache in your chest, the longing that you’d tried so hard to push away.

And now, sitting across from him in this stupid circle, you couldn’t stop the memory from clawing its way back to the surface. The way he’d clung to that man, kissed him like he was the only thing that mattered in the world—it was the same Kenny sitting across from you now, and yet it wasn’t. He looked so calm, so relaxed, but you knew what was underneath. You’d seen it.

The bottle clinked against the floor again, pulling you back to the present. Bebe spun this time, the bottle landing on Kyle, who looked like he wanted to sink into the ground as she leaned in with a gleeful grin.

You barely noticed, your thoughts still spiraling. You took another sip of your drink, the alcohol doing little to calm the storm in your chest. Kenny was still across from you, his lazy smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he watched the chaos unfold. And then, almost imperceptibly, his eyes flicked to you again.

The bottle clinked softly as it spun on the floor, its momentum slowing with every second. The sound echoed in your head like a countdown, each rotation making your chest tighten. The noise of the party seemed muffled now, the chaotic laughter and music reduced to a dull hum under the pounding of your pulse. You watched the bottle, unable to look away, until it finally came to a stop.

It was pointing directly at you.

You froze.

The circle erupted into cheers, whoops, and exaggerated oohs that seemed far too loud, too much, as though the entire room had turned their attention to you. Red, of course, was the loudest, smacking your arm so hard that your drink nearly toppled out of your hand.

“Holy shit, [Y/N]!” she crowed, her grin so wide it might’ve split her face in half. “Look who’s about to get some action!”

Your breath caught, your eyes darting helplessly across the circle. Kenny was sitting directly across from you, legs stretched out lazily, one hand resting on the floor while the other held his beer. His leather jacket hung open over a vintage tee, the faint tear near the neckline showing just a hint of his collarbone. His ripped jeans looked like they might fall apart if he moved too quickly, but of course, on him, it only added to his rough-around-the-edges charm.

And he was smirking at you.

“Guess we’ve gotta give the people what they want,” Kenny said smoothly, his voice cutting through the noise like a knife.

You stared at him, wide-eyed, as heat rushed to your cheeks. You couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, couldn’t do anything but sit there like an idiot, clutching your now-empty drink as the crowd around you dissolved into chants of, “Do it! Do it!”

Kenny raised an eyebrow, his smirk turning slightly teasing. “You gonna leave me hanging, or what?”

Red was practically vibrating with glee, nudging you hard enough to make you lean forward slightly. “Go, go, go!” she whispered, not so quietly. “Don’t fucking chicken out now, babe!”

Your body moved on autopilot. You set your cup down on the floor, your hands trembling as you leaned forward into the circle, feeling like every single pair of eyes in the room was burning into you.

Kenny leaned forward too, moving with a kind of casual confidence that made your breath hitch. His hand came up, his fingers brushing your jaw, the roughness of his palm sending a jolt down your spine. And then his lips were on yours.

The first touch was light, teasing, like he was testing the waters. His lips were softer than you expected, warm and slightly chapped, tasting faintly of beer. He tilted his head slightly, the hand on your jaw tightening just enough to guide you closer, and that was when everything shifted.

He deepened the kiss, pressing into you with a kind of hungry intensity that made your entire body heat up. His other hand slid to the floor for balance as his mouth moved against yours, slow but deliberate, like he was savoring every second. His fingers curled slightly against your skin, and you couldn’t stop the quiet gasp that escaped your lips as his tongue just barely brushed against yours.

The circle exploded into cheers, someone shouting, “Holy shit, get a room!” while another voice yelled, “Fuck, that’s the kiss of the night!”

But you barely heard them. Everything else melted away—the noise, the heat of the room, the chaotic party—until it was just you and Kenny, his lips moving against yours like this wasn’t a game, like this wasn’t just some stupid party stunt. You didn’t even realize your hands had moved until you felt the cool, worn leather of his jacket under your fingers, clutching it like it was the only thing keeping you upright.

Kenny pulled back slowly, his lips hovering just above yours for a moment before he leaned back fully, his smirk softer now, more satisfied. He grabbed his beer and took a long sip, like he hadn’t just turned your entire world upside down in thirty seconds flat.

“Not bad,” he said casually, his blue eyes meeting yours with a flash of something unreadable. “Didn’t know you had it in you.”

Your face burned as you sank back into your spot, trying to ignore the roar of applause and laughter from the group. Red grabbed your arm, shaking it like a kid on Christmas morning. “Holy fucking shit , [Y/N]!” she practically screamed. “That was insane! I’m so fucking proud of you!”

You didn’t respond. Your heart was still pounding in your chest, your lips tingling as the memory of his touch replayed over and over in your mind.

The bottle spun again, and the game carried on, the chaos pulling the group’s attention away from you. But you barely registered the next spin, too busy trying to make sense of what had just happened.

Nicole spun next, and the bottle landed on Stan, who blinked in surprise before laughing awkwardly. “Uh, okay,” he muttered, leaning forward as Nicole grabbed his face and kissed him with a little too much enthusiasm, leaving him wide-eyed and slightly stunned.

Red howled with laughter. “Stan, you look like you just got hit by a truck! She’s not gonna bite, dude.”

Stan grumbled something under his breath as the bottle spun again, this time landing on Kenny. The circle roared with laughter as the bottle pointed to Clyde, who shrugged and leaned in with zero hesitation.

“Alright, let’s do this,” Clyde said, smirking as he kissed Kenny firmly, pulling back with a laugh. “Guess you’re not bad, McCormick.”

Kenny raised an eyebrow, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Not bad? Dude, I’m the best you’ve ever had.”

The bottle kept spinning.

It landed on Tweek, and everyone collectively lost it when he had to kiss Bebe, who grinned so hard it looked like her face might split in two.

But through it all, you could barely keep your thoughts straight. Your lips still burned from the kiss, and every glance you stole at Kenny—casually leaning back, sipping his beer like nothing had happened—made your chest ache with something you couldn’t name.

What the fuck just happened?

The bottle clinked softly as it spun, its momentum slowing to a lazy crawl. The circle leaned in, the suspense building as everyone craned their necks to see where it would land. It stopped on Wendy, and someone let out a low whistle as the bottle’s neck pointed at Kyle.

“Oh, shit,” Cartman snorted, his voice dripping with mock glee. “Kyle, my dude, you’re getting lucky tonight! You got to kiss two people other than your mom.”

Kyle groaned loudly, rubbing the back of his neck as he shot Cartman a glare. “Shut the fuck up, Cartman.”

Wendy, sitting cross-legged beside Bebe, smirked. “I don’t know, Kyle. This might be the best offer you’re ever gonna get.”

The circle erupted into laughter, and Kyle’s face turned bright red. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath before leaning forward.

Wendy met him halfway, her lips pressing against his in a quick, clean kiss—no theatrics, no mess. Just simple, fleeting, and surprisingly soft. Kyle pulled back quickly, scratching the back of his head, his ears still red as Wendy settled back in her spot like nothing had happened.

“Tame,” Bebe teased, winking at Wendy. “I was expecting at least a little tongue.”

“Please,” Wendy said, tossing her hair. “I don’t want to traumatize him.”

The group dissolved into laughter again, Cartman cackling obnoxiously as Kyle buried his face in his hands and muttered, “Kill me. Just fucking kill me now.”

But you weren’t laughing. You were still trying to recover from the kiss that had shattered your world. Your gaze darted across the circle to Kenny. He looked completely unfazed, his leather jacket hanging open as he leaned back on his hands, watching the game unfold with that same lazy grin. Like nothing had happened. Like kissing you had been just another spin of the bottle.

Meanwhile, your thoughts were still spiraling, the memory of his lips—his hand on your jaw, his tongue brushing yours—burned into your skin. The noise and heat of the room pressed down on you, the cheers and teasing too loud, the air too thick. You needed to get out of there.

Without thinking, you pushed yourself to your feet. The circle was too focused on the next spin to notice at first, but Red caught your movement and glanced up, frowning slightly.

“Bathroom,” you mumbled, not waiting for her response as you stepped over legs and made your way toward the staircase.

The moment you stood, Kenny’s eyes followed you.

He didn’t call out to you, didn’t say a word, but the weight of his gaze was unmistakable. You felt it on your back as you climbed the stairs, your heart pounding harder with every step.

The bathroom was quieter, but the faint hum of the party still bled through the walls. You locked the door behind you, leaning against it as you let out a shaky breath. The room smelled faintly of cheap soap and lingering beer, but it was mercifully empty, giving you a moment to catch your breath.

You moved to the sink, setting your empty cup down and gripping the edges of the countertop. Your reflection in the mirror stared back at you, flushed and disheveled, your lipstick slightly smudged. You looked... different. Like the kiss had left its mark on you in a way no one else could see but you couldn’t ignore.

You splashed cold water on your face, the chill shocking enough to clear some of the haze in your mind. But the burning in your chest—the ache that had settled there after Kenny’s lips left yours—refused to go away.

“What the fuck just happened?” you whispered to yourself, your voice cracking slightly.

You’d gone to this party thinking it would be like every other one Red dragged you to. Loud, chaotic, full of people you didn’t really know or care to talk to. You’d planned to stay in the background, maybe have a drink or two, and then sneak out early like you always did.

But a stupid, childish game had changed everything.

You pressed your fingers to your lips, the memory of his kiss replaying in your mind like a broken record. The heat of it, the way his hand had cradled your jaw like you were something fragile, something worth holding onto—it had felt like a moment stolen from someone else’s life. Someone more confident, someone who belonged in a room like that.

Because that wasn’t you. You didn’t belong in Kenny McCormick’s orbit.

You rarely even saw his group outside of parties like this. Sure, you knew them—everyone on campus did. Red had pulled you into their circle a few times, but you always felt like an outsider looking in. Stan, Kyle, Wendy, Bebe, Token—they all had this easy rhythm with each other, this shared history that you weren’t a part of.

And then there was Kenny.

Kenny, who was everything you weren’t—charming, confident, magnetic. He could light up a room just by walking into it, and people flocked to him like moths to a flame. He’d never once seemed uncomfortable or out of place, and even if he was, he hid it well.

You, on the other hand, stuck to the edges of the crowd, watching from the sidelines like you were afraid to get too close. And maybe you were. Because this was what happened when you let yourself get too close—you kissed a boy who would never see it as more than a game, and then you spent the rest of the night trying to hold yourself together.

Your stomach twisted painfully at the thought. Kenny had kissed you, yes, but it hadn’t meant anything to him. He’d kissed you because the bottle told him to, because that was the game. And maybe, for a second, you’d let yourself believe it was more than that. But it wasn’t.

You closed your eyes, gripping the sink tighter.

It was just a kiss. Just a game.

So why did it feel like something had cracked open inside you?

Before you could spiral any further, the doorknob rattled violently behind you. You jumped, spinning around as someone knocked twice.

“Occupied!” you called, your voice sharper than you intended.

A muffled voice replied, “Yeah, no shit. You’ve been in there forever. Can you hurry the fuck up?”

You winced, smoothing your hair quickly as you called back, “One second!”

With a deep breath, you unlocked the door and pulled it open, coming face-to-face with a girl in a too-tight sequined dress holding an empty cup and looking thoroughly unimpressed. She raised her eyebrows and shoved past you without a word, muttering, “Finally,” under her breath.

The hallway felt even more stifling than the bathroom. The faint roar of the party downstairs pressed at your ears, and your pulse quickened at the thought of going back down there. You weren’t ready to face Red or the circle again. Definitely not Kenny.

You needed more time. More space.

Glancing down the hall, you noticed a slightly ajar door at the end, the room beyond it dimly lit by what looked like the glow of a bedside lamp. An empty room. Perfect.

You moved quickly, your heels clicking against the hardwood as you made your way to the door. Pushing it open, you stepped inside—and froze.

A couple was tangled together on the bed, their limbs a blur as they kissed with all the ferocity of two people who had clearly forgotten there was a party happening outside. The girl’s shirt was halfway off, her back arched as the guy kissed his way down her neck, and neither of them noticed you standing there like an idiot.

“Oh my God, shit !” you blurted, stumbling backward.

The girl whipped her head around, her eyes wide. “What the fuck?”

“Sorry! Fuck, sorry!” you stammered, your face burning as you fumbled for the door handle and pulled it shut behind you.

You stood in the hallway for a moment, your pulse racing as you leaned back against the closed door. The embarrassment was immediate and suffocating, but it was nothing compared to the swirling mess of emotions still clinging to you like a second skin.

I can’t go back down there.

You turned away from the door and headed further down the hall, scanning for another empty room. This time, you made sure to listen for voices—or other noises—before cracking open a door and peeking inside.

The next room was empty, its bed neatly made, the faint smell of stale laundry lingering in the air. You slipped inside and closed the door softly behind you, leaning against it as you let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding.

Finally, some fucking peace.

You’d been in the room for a few minutes, sitting cross-legged on the bed and staring blankly at the far wall. The initial rush of relief from escaping the party had worn off, leaving you alone with your swirling thoughts and the faint thump of bass vibrating through the floor.

You barely had a chance to think about what you were feeling before the door creaked open. You tensed, your head snapping up as your heart skipped a beat.

“Red, I’m fine,” you said quickly, already anticipating her loud, teasing voice as the door clicked shut again. “I just needed a second. You don’t have to—”

“I’m not Red.”

The voice was smooth, casual, and distinctly male. Your stomach flipped as Kenny stepped into view, leaning back against the now-closed door with his hands shoved casually into the pockets of his leather jacket. His blonde hair was a mess, his jeans ripped and frayed at the knees, his blue eyes gleaming with something that sent a jolt of energy straight through you.

You’d barely turned away from Kenny, gripping the edge of the bed in an effort to calm yourself, when he spoke again, his voice low and maddeningly casual.

“You know, I’ve gotta give it to you,” he said, leaning back against the desk like he owned the place. “You’ve done a pretty good job pretending you don’t have a thing for me.”

The words hit you like a slap. Your head snapped up, and you stared at him, your face burning so hot you were surprised it hadn’t burst into flames. “What?” you blurted, your voice cracking slightly.

Kenny’s smirk widened, and he tilted his head, his blue eyes gleaming with mischief. “C’mon, [Y/N]. Two years. You’ve been crushing on me since that stupid physics class freshman year. Don’t act like I’m wrong.”

Your stomach twisted violently, a mix of shock and mortification bubbling to the surface. “You’re insane,” you said quickly, though your voice betrayed you with a slight tremor. “I don’t—I don’t have a thing for you.”

“Sure,” Kenny said, dragging the word out with deliberate skepticism. He stepped closer, his leather jacket creaking slightly as he leaned down just enough to catch your gaze. “You’re just up here hiding because you got bored of the party, right? Not because a certain someone kissed you in front of everyone?”

Your throat tightened, and you gritted your teeth, refusing to look at him. “It’s just a game,” you muttered, the words barely audible.

Kenny laughed softly, the sound low and teasing as he straightened up again. “Yeah, maybe. But you weren’t exactly complaining.” He shoved his hands back into his jacket pockets, his grin sharp as he watched you squirm. “Admit it—you’ve been dying to kiss me for years. The game just made it easier for you.”

Your mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. The sheer audacity of his words had knocked the air out of your lungs, and you couldn’t tell if you wanted to punch him or crawl into a hole.

“You’re such an asshole,” you said finally, the words tumbling out before you could stop them.

Kenny’s smirk didn’t waver. If anything, it deepened. “Probably,” he said, shrugging slightly. “But I’m not wrong, am I?”

Your silence only made him grin wider, and he took another step closer, closing the space between you until he was just a foot away. “You don’t have to be shy about it, you know. It’s kinda flattering.”

“Flattering?” you echoed, incredulous.

“Yeah,” he said, his tone casual but laced with a teasing edge. “You’ve been watching me like I’m the answer to a fucking physics problem for two years, [Y/N]. Kinda nice knowing I’ve got that effect on you.”

Your face burned, and you scowled, finally forcing yourself to meet his gaze. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“Maybe,” Kenny said, unfazed. His grin softened slightly, his blue eyes studying you with a mix of amusement and something else—something that made your stomach twist all over again. “But I’m not wrong.”

Your hands tightened around the edge of the desk as you searched for something—anything—to say that would wipe that infuriating smirk off his face. But all you could think about was the way his lips had felt on yours, the way his hand had cradled your jaw like you were something he didn’t want to let go of.

He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping just enough to make your pulse spike. “You can tell me I’m wrong, [Y/N]. Say the word, and I’ll leave.”

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the air between you felt impossibly heavy. He was close enough now that you could see the faint scruff on his jaw, the way his lips curved into a knowing smile.

Kenny’s smirk lingered, sharp and teasing, as he watched you, his blue eyes locking onto yours like he was daring you to react. The air between you was charged, heavy with something you couldn’t name but couldn’t ignore. You should’ve said something, should’ve pushed him away with a sarcastic remark, but instead, you froze, every nerve in your body screaming in anticipation.

“Still quiet, huh?” he said softly, taking another step closer. His hand lifted, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face, the touch light but deliberate. “That’s not like you, [Y/N]. You usually have some smart-ass comment ready.”

Your throat tightened, but before you could form a response, he leaned in, his breath warm against your skin. “C’mon,” he murmured, his voice dropping lower. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you haven’t been waiting for this.”

And then his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t like the kiss from the game, the one that had left your head spinning in front of everyone. This kiss was something else entirely. It was deliberate, intense, like Kenny had been waiting for this moment just as much as you had. His lips moved with a kind of confidence that made your knees weak, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to pull you closer.

Your heart pounded, your hands moving instinctively to his chest, clutching at the cool leather of his jacket. He deepened the kiss, his tongue brushing lightly against yours, sending a rush of heat through your entire body. You couldn’t stop the soft sound that escaped your throat, and he responded by pulling you closer, his other hand settling firmly on your waist.

You should’ve been thinking about a million things—how you’d gotten here, what this meant, what it would mean tomorrow—but all you could think about was him. The way his hands felt so sure against your skin. The way his lips seemed to know exactly how to pull you apart.

But then, like a splash of cold water, the thought crept in: This is what he does.

Kenny McCormick. The guy who could charm anyone with a single grin. The guy who kissed girls like it was a game he was born to win. You’d seen it—heard the stories, watched him with your own eyes as he flirted, teased, hooked up, and moved on without so much as a backward glance.

What made you think this was any different?

And yet, even as the thought surfaced, it didn’t make you stop. If anything, it made you kiss him harder, your hands sliding up to his shoulders as you pressed yourself closer. Because the truth was, you didn’t want this to end—not yet. Not when his hands felt so good on your skin, not when his lips left you breathless with every movement.

Kenny pulled back just slightly, enough to let you breathe, but his lips didn’t go far, brushing lightly against yours as he spoke. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice low and rough. His hand on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him as his blue eyes flicked over your face. “You’re fucking killing me, [Y/N].”

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst. He leaned in again, his lips trailing along your jaw, down to the curve of your neck, where his teeth scraped lightly against your skin. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and your fingers tightened on his shoulders as a soft gasp escaped you.

“Kenny...” you managed, though his name came out more like a plea than anything else.

“Yeah?” he murmured against your skin, his voice dripping with that infuriating, cocky edge. His hand slid from your waist to your hip, his fingers digging in just enough to make your breath catch. “You want me to stop?”

You didn’t answer, but the way your nails dug into his jacket was answer enough. He grinned against your neck, his lips curving into something devilish as he pressed another kiss to your skin, slower this time, more deliberate.

“That’s what I thought,” he said softly, his voice almost a growl.

You didn’t even realize you were moving until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. Kenny followed your movement, his hand leaving your hip to cup the side of your face as he kissed you again, harder this time, like he couldn’t get enough. He walked you back until you were sitting on the edge of the bed, his jacket brushing against your bare knees as he stood between them.

The kiss deepened, his hands moving with a confidence that left no room for doubt. And for the first time that night, you didn’t care about the stories, the rumors, the reputation. None of it mattered—not when he was here, not when his hands were on you, not when he was looking at you like you were the only thing that existed in the world.

You reached for him, tugging at his jacket as your pulse raced, and Kenny smirked against your lips, his hands trailing down your sides as he leaned in closer. His voice was low, teasing, and utterly maddening as he whispered, “Let me guess—you’ve been thinking about this too, huh?”

Your cheeks burned, but you didn’t pull away, your fingers curling tighter into the fabric of his jacket.

“I fucking knew it,” he muttered, his grin sharp as his lips captured yours again, cutting off whatever protest you might’ve had. He bit your bottom lip, but not enough to draw blood, and with a hunger that left no room for coherent thought.

Kenny’s hands were everywhere: tangled in your hair, bunching up the hem of your tiny black dress, skating lower until his fingers grazed over the fabric of your lace panties. Your breath hitched and stuttered between small gasps as his fingers tauntingly traced the intricacies of your black panties while his mouth went to work on your neck.

Your hand gripped his, stopping his fingers that almost dipped into your underwear hemline. Kenny stopped moving, his teeth barely grazing your delicate skin on your neck.

“What’s wrong babe?” He placed a quick kiss on the particular spot he has been sucking at, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Your other hand was still gripping his leather jacket, and you finally opened your eyes to see him looking at you, blue eyes pooled with lust, and it was hard to pull away from him. Hard to deny him what he wanted, which was you .

Kenny’s smirk deepened, his blue eyes gleaming with an unsettling mix of charm and intent as he brushed his thumb over your hip. His hand stayed on your neck, his fingers warm against your skin as his lips lingered close to yours.

“You’re scared,” he murmured, his tone soft but dripping with something sharper. His lips moved to your jaw, pressing a kiss there, slow and deliberate. “I can feel it.”

Your breath hitched, and you tried to turn your head, but his grip on your neck was firm enough to stop you. He tilted your face back toward him, his grin sharp as his eyes searched yours. “You’re thinking too much again, babe,” he said, his voice dipping lower. “Why do you always do that? Ruins all the fun.”

You swallowed hard, your grip on his leather jacket tightening as you tried to ground yourself. “Kenny, I don’t—this isn’t—”

“This isn’t what?” he cut in, his voice still soft but edged with mockery. “What you wanted? Because that’s bullshit, and we both know it.” His other hand skimmed up your thigh, his fingers barely grazing the hem of your dress. “You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me? You’ve been waiting for this, [Y/N]. Don’t act like you haven’t.”

Your face burned, and your breath stuttered. “It’s not—it’s not that simple.”

Kenny’s laugh was low, quiet, and almost cruel. “Sure it is,” he said, leaning in closer until his lips brushed against your ear. “You’ve been watching me for years. Hell, you probably spent all of freshman physics imagining this exact moment. Don’t tell me I’m wrong, babe. You’re not that good at lying.”

You stiffened, your pulse racing as his words sank in. He wasn’t wrong—you knew he wasn’t. But the way he said it, like it was a joke, like it didn’t matter, made something twist in your chest.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea,” you whispered, barely audible.

Kenny chuckled softly, the sound vibrating against your neck as his lips trailed lower. “Good ideas are overrated,” he murmured, his teeth grazing your skin. “Besides, what’s the worst that happens? You let yourself have a little fun for once?”

He leaned back slightly, his hand sliding up your side to rest on your waist. His blue eyes locked onto yours, his grin still in place but softer now, almost coaxing. “Look, babe. You don’t have to pretend to be nervous. It’s me. You’ve had a crush on me for years, and now you’ve got me right here, all over you. Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Your breath hitched again, and your hands twitched against his jacket, unsure whether to push him away or pull him closer. His words cut through your defenses, twisting your thoughts until you couldn’t tell what was real anymore.

“Or,” Kenny continued, his voice dropping even lower, his smirk growing sharper, “are you scared because you know this won’t be just some sweet little kiss you’ll forget about tomorrow? You’re scared because you want it too much.”

You stared at him, your mind spinning. Every nerve in your body screamed at you to stop, to step back, to think this through. But you couldn’t—not with his hands on you, his lips brushing against your skin, his voice wrapping around you like a velvet rope.

“I...” Your voice faltered, and Kenny leaned in again, capturing your lips in another kiss before you could finish.

This time, there was nothing soft about it. His lips moved against yours with a confidence that made your knees weak, his hands pulling you closer like he couldn’t stand to have even an inch of space between you. His tongue brushed against yours, and the heat that followed burned through any remaining shred of resistance you had.

His fingers slid to the edge of your panties again, teasingly tracing the hem as he kissed you harder, his lips leaving you breathless. Your thoughts blurred, every rational part of your brain shutting down as you melted into his touch.

“See?” he muttered against your lips, his voice rough but tinged with amusement. “You just needed someone to help you relax. I’m good at that, babe.”

Your fingers curled into his jacket, your body moving on instinct as his hand slipped lower, brushing against the lace with deliberate slowness.

“Just let it happen, [Y/N],” he whispered, his grin evident in his tone as he trailed kisses down your neck. “Stop fighting it. Stop thinking so fucking much. You’ve been waiting for this. Let yourself have it.”

His words wrapped around you, warm and commanding, until you couldn’t remember why you’d ever hesitated.

Kenny’s hand slid beneath the lacy edge of your panties, his fingers tracing lazy circles over the slick heat of your clit. You gasped against his mouth, your legs opening further without even realizing it.

His thumb grazed over your swollen nub once, twice, then three times in quick succession before he stopped. Kenny withdrew his fingers with an almost satisfied smirk on his lips as if daring you to protest.

The brain fog was real, yes you did want this, you want Kenny, but did Kenny want you in the same way you wanted him? You were basically in his lap now, and you could feel his chest pressed against your back, his head on your shoulder and arms wrapped lazily on your waist. His slender fingers pinched at your clit, almost to remind you to stop worrying, to stop thinking .

Kenny’s fingers worked their magic, slow and deliberate, as though he had all the time in the world. The lazy circles he traced over your clit were maddening, every stroke sending jolts of electricity through your body. You gasped, your back arching instinctively as his other hand tightened on your waist, keeping you steady, keeping you his.

“See?” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? All you had to do was let go, babe.”

His voice was like a drug, thick and intoxicating, making it impossible to think straight. The questions buzzing at the edge of your mind—about what this meant, about whether he’d still want you tomorrow—faded into a haze of desire as he dipped his fingers lower.

Kenny’s slender fingers slid between your folds, slick and warm, his movements unhurried but devastatingly precise. His thumb pressed firmly against your clit while his middle finger teased at your entrance, dipping in just enough to make you gasp before retreating.

“God, you’re so worked up,” he teased, his grin evident in his voice. “All for me, huh? Admit it—you’ve been thinking about this for years.”

Your breath hitched, and you couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped your lips as his finger finally slipped inside you, curling slightly to hit just the right spot.

“Kenny,” you gasped, your voice barely a whisper.

“Yeah, babe?” His tone was cocky, playful, but there was an edge of satisfaction there, like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

You opened your mouth to respond, but another flick of his thumb over your clit left you breathless, your head falling back against his shoulder. He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your neck as he pressed a kiss there, slow and deliberate.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured, his fingers moving deeper, working you open with agonizing precision. “You’re so fucking cute when you stop pretending to have it all together.”

His free hand slid up your side, bunching the fabric of your dress higher until it pooled around your hips. You were completely exposed now, and the thought should’ve embarrassed you, but Kenny’s touch made it impossible to care. His hand moved back to your waist, holding you firmly in place as his fingers continued their slow, deliberate rhythm inside you.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he muttered, his voice rougher now, his breathing heavier as his thumb pressed harder against your clit. “It’s like you’ve been waiting for me to ruin you.”

Your chest rose and fell in short, shallow breaths, every nerve in your body alive with sensation. His words sent another shiver down your spine, the heat pooling low in your belly growing stronger with every second.

“Kenny,” you whimpered again, your hands clutching at his jacket as your thighs trembled around his wrist.

“Relax, babe,” he said, his tone both commanding and soothing, like he was unraveling you one word at a time. “I’ve got you. Just let me take care of you.”

His thumb moved faster, his fingers curling and twisting inside you in a way that made you feel like you were going to come undone at any moment. The pleasure was overwhelming, and all the doubts and fears that had plagued you before were drowned out by the relentless wave of sensation crashing over you.

“You feel so fucking good, [Y/N],” Kenny whispered, his voice thick with heat. “God, I’ve been waiting for this. You don’t even know.”

The words made your heart twist in a confusing mix of desire and doubt, but his thumb flicked over your clit again, and the thought vanished, replaced by a soft cry that you couldn’t hold back.

“That’s it,” Kenny murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Good girl. Just let go.”

Your breathing was ragged, every nerve in your body ablaze as Kenny’s fingers continued their slow, overstimulating work. His lips brushed along the curve of your neck, teeth grazing your skin just enough to make you gasp. The world outside this room faded entirely—there was only him, his touch, his voice, the intoxicating way he made you feel like nothing else mattered.

Before you realized what you were doing, you turned your head, capturing his lips in a kiss that was clumsy and desperate, all teeth and tongue. Kenny stilled for a moment, surprised, but then he grinned against your mouth, his fingers curling inside you as he kissed you back with just as much fervor.

“Finally,” he muttered against your lips, his voice teasing but thick with heat. “Thought you’d never—”

You didn’t let him finish. Your hands moved on their own, pawing at the leather of his jacket, tugging at it with a kind of frantic urgency that made him laugh softly against your mouth.

“You want it off, babe?” he asked, his tone dripping with smug amusement.

“Shut up,” you muttered, tugging harder, your fingers fumbling with the collar as Kenny pulled back slightly, grinning down at you.

“Alright, alright,” he said, shrugging out of the jacket with practiced ease, the worn leather falling to the floor with a heavy thud. His hands returned to you immediately, one sliding up to cup your face as he kissed you again, his tongue brushing against yours in a way that made your knees weak.

Your hands moved to the hem of his shirt next, tugging at the fabric in your haste to feel more of him. Kenny chuckled against your lips, his hands pausing just long enough to pull the shirt over his head, tossing it carelessly to the side.

The sight of him—bare-chested, his lean frame covered in faint scars and old bruises, his messy blonde hair falling into his eyes—made your breath hitch. He looked every bit as dangerous as he felt, and it made your stomach twist in the best possible way.

“Happy now?” he teased, his lips curving into that familiar, cocky smirk as he caught your wrist and brought your hand to his chest, letting your fingers splay across his warm skin.

You didn’t answer, too focused on the way his skin felt under your fingertips, the way his muscles tensed and flexed as he moved. Kenny seemed to enjoy your distraction, his grin widening as his hands found the straps of your dress, his fingers toying with the thin fabric.

“Let’s even the playing field, huh?” he murmured, his voice low and rough as he slid one strap down your shoulder, then the other.

Your breath hitched again, and you swallowed hard as the fabric slipped lower, pooling at your waist and leaving your chest completely exposed. Kenny’s blue eyes darkened as they swept over you, his grin softening into something more intimate, though no less wicked.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, his voice quiet but heavy with heat. His hand came up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing lightly over your nipple in a way that made your whole body shiver. “You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”

His words sent a fresh wave of heat through you, your face burning as his mouth found your collarbone, trailing kisses down to the swell of your chest. His hands were everywhere now—your waist, your thighs, your bare skin—pulling you closer, urging you to let go completely.

The heat between you was suffocating, Kenny’s lips moving against your neck, his hands roaming your body like he couldn’t get enough of you. Your thoughts were a jumbled mess, too overwhelmed to focus on anything but him—his touch, his scent, the way he made you feel like every nerve in your body was alight.

You shifted in his lap without thinking, your legs straddling him as you tried to get closer, to feel more. That was when you noticed it—the hardness pressing against you through his jeans, hot and insistent. A soft gasp escaped your lips, but you didn’t pull back. If anything, your body moved on instinct, your hips rolling slowly against him.

The reaction was immediate. Kenny groaned low in his throat, his hands tightening on your hips as he rocked up to meet you. “Fuck, [Y/N],” he muttered, his voice rough with want. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

The sound of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moving again, the friction igniting a fire in your belly. Kenny’s head tipped back slightly, his eyes fluttering shut as his lips parted, another soft groan escaping him.

“You don’t even realize what you’re doing, do you?” he said, his voice low and breathless, though the teasing edge was still there. His hands gripped your waist, guiding your movements as you continued to grind against him, your breaths coming quicker with every roll of your hips.

Your hands braced against his chest, your fingers splayed across his bare skin as you tried to ground yourself, but the feel of his hard length pressing against you through the rough fabric of his jeans made your head spin. Kenny’s eyes opened, half-lidded and dark with lust, and his lips curved into a wicked grin.

“[Y/N],” he said, his voice softer now, his thumbs brushing lazy circles over your hips. “You wanna make me feel good, don’t you?”

The question caught you off guard, your movements faltering slightly as your heart pounded in your chest. “I...” you started, your voice barely audible, but Kenny didn’t let you finish.

“C’mon, babe,” he murmured, his hands sliding up to cup your face as he tilted your head up to meet his gaze. “You’re already driving me fucking crazy. Let’s see if that pretty mouth of yours feels as good as it looks.”

Your face burned at his words, your pulse racing as you realized what he was asking. His grin widened, sensing your hesitation, and he leaned in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

“You don’t have to, you know,” he said, his voice low and coaxing, though the look in his eyes made it clear how much he wanted this. “But I’m pretty sure you want to.”

His hands moved back to your waist, his fingers tracing light patterns over your skin as he gave you time to respond. The intensity of his gaze, the heat of his body pressed against yours—it was all too much. Your thoughts blurred again, your body moving almost on its own as you leaned forward, capturing his lips in another kiss that was just as desperate as the first.

“Good girl,” Kenny murmured against your lips, his voice dripping with approval as he leaned back slightly, his hands guiding you lower.

Your hands trembled slightly as they moved to the waistband of Kenny’s jeans, fingers brushing against the cool metal of his belt buckle. The steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your palms and the intense way his blue eyes bore into yours only added to your nerves. You tugged at the leather strap, unbuckling his belt with a quick, jerky movement, the sound of the metal clinking loud in the quiet room.

Kenny didn’t rush you. He leaned back slightly, propping himself up on his elbows, his grin lazy but sharp as his gaze followed your every move. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low and encouraging. “You’re doing good, babe.”

You bit your lip, fumbling with the button of his jeans, the zipper sliding down with an almost deafening sound. Your heart pounded in your chest as you glanced up at him, your fingers hesitating just above the waistband of his boxers.

“What’s the matter?” Kenny asked, tilting his head slightly, the smirk on his lips softening into something that almost resembled concern. “You nervous?”

“I just...” you trailed off, your voice barely audible. Your face felt impossibly hot, the weight of his gaze making your skin prickle as you tried to focus on the task at hand.

Kenny sat up then, his hand cupping your cheek as he tilted your face toward him. “Hey,” he said softly, his tone coaxing but firm. “Don’t overthink it, [Y/N]. You’ve come this far. You can handle it.” His thumb brushed lightly over your skin, the gesture both soothing and maddeningly intimate.

Your breath hitched, and you nodded slightly, though the hesitation still lingered. Kenny’s grin returned, sharper this time, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “You wanna make me feel good, don’t you?”

The way he said it—low, husky, and dripping with intent—sent a shiver down your spine. Your fingers curled into the waistband of his boxers, and Kenny chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin.

“There’s my girl,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to rest lightly on yours. “Just pull ‘em down. I promise, you’re gonna like what you see.”

You swallowed hard, your heart racing as you finally tugged at the fabric, exposing him. Kenny hissed softly as the cool air hit him, his hand moving to rest on the back of your neck, his fingers tangling in your hair.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough as he leaned back on his elbows again, his head tipping back slightly. His blue eyes, half-lidded and dark with lust, found yours again, and his lips curved into a wicked grin. “Go on, babe. Don’t be shy.”

Your breath stuttered, the heat between you almost suffocating as you leaned closer. Kenny’s hand tightened slightly in your hair, his voice dropping even lower as he murmured, “That’s it. Just use that pretty mouth of yours. I know you can make me feel good.”

You leaned closer, your breath warm against his length as your lips parted, your hands trembling slightly as they steadied themselves on his thighs. The heat radiating from his skin, the weight of his gaze on you, and the teasing smirk still playing on his lips all sent your nerves spiraling.

Tentatively, you leaned in, your lips brushing over the sensitive tip as you gave an experimental lick. Kenny’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening in your hair, though his voice remained soft, coaxing. “Just like that, babe. Don’t be shy.”

Your cheeks burned, but his encouragement spurred you on. You opened your mouth wider, taking him in slowly, though the unfamiliar sensation made you hesitate. Kenny groaned low in his throat, his hips shifting slightly as you moved, the sound sending a shiver down your spine.

“Fuck, [Y/N],” he muttered, his voice rough and low. His fingers stroked the back of your head, gentle but firm as he guided your movements. “You’re doing good, babe. Just take it slow.”

His words were a strange mix of comforting and maddening, your heart racing as you worked to find a rhythm. The weight of him in your mouth was foreign, your inexperience making your movements clumsy, but Kenny didn’t seem to mind. If anything, he seemed to enjoy it more, his groans deepening every time you adjusted or tried something new.

“Use your tongue,” he murmured, his voice strained but still laced with that teasing edge. “Yeah, just like that. Fuck, you’re a natural, babe.”

Your hands gripped his thighs harder as you moved, the heat between you building with every second. Kenny’s breathing grew heavier, his groans spilling from his lips in low, husky tones that made your own body flush with heat. His guidance was constant, his fingers tangled in your hair as he urged you to go a little deeper, to hollow your cheeks, to let him guide you just a little more.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” he muttered, his voice almost a growl now. “So good, [Y/N]. Just keep going. Don’t stop.”

The praise made your chest tighten, your movements becoming more confident as you focused on the way his body reacted, the way his hips bucked slightly when you hit the right spot. The tension in his body coiled tighter, his groans breaking into uneven breaths as he threw his head back, his grip in your hair tightening.

“Fuck, [Y/N],” he gasped, his voice rough and strained. “I’m close. Just—just keep going.”

And then it happened. A sudden, warm rush that caught you completely off guard, the taste unfamiliar and overwhelming as it spilled into your mouth. You froze, your eyes wide, unsure of what to do, but Kenny’s hand in your hair kept you steady, his voice breathless as he murmured, “Just swallow, babe. It’s okay.”

Your heart pounded, your body moving on instinct as you followed his words, though your mind raced with panic. When it was over, you pulled back quickly, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand as you tried to process what had just happened.

“Hey,” Kenny said softly, his voice still rough from his release but now tinged with amusement. He leaned forward, his hand cupping your cheek as he tilted your face toward him. “Relax. You did fucking amazing.”

Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, the kiss slow but insistent. You stiffened at first, the taste of him still on your lips, but Kenny didn’t let you pull away. His tongue slid against yours, his grip on your face firm but gentle as he deepened the kiss.

“You taste fucking perfect,” he murmured against your lips, his grin wicked as he leaned back slightly to look at you. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Your cheeks burned, and you looked away, the weight of his words and the intensity of his gaze making your stomach twist. Kenny chuckled softly, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he tilted your face back to meet his eyes.

“Don’t overthink it, babe,” he said, his voice low but coaxing. “You were fucking perfect.”

Kenny’s grin widened as he pulled back, his hands moving to your hips as he guided you to lay back on the bed. The soft fabric of the mattress pressed against your back, the weight of his presence above you making your heart race. He brushed his blonde hair out of his eyes, the smirk on his lips as lazy as ever, but the fire in his gaze sent a shiver through you.

“You ready to have some real fun, babe?” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with intent. He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down and tossing them to the side in one smooth motion.

Your breath hitched as the reality of what was about to happen hit you all at once. Panic bubbled up, and before he could move further, you reached out, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “Kenny, wait,” you said quickly, your voice trembling slightly. “Do you... do you have a condom?”

Kenny blinked, momentarily surprised by your question, before his smirk returned, softer this time but still sharp around the edges. “Relax, babe,” he said, his voice soothing as his free hand trailed up your side, his thumb brushing over your bare skin. “I’ll pull out. I promise.”

Your stomach twisted, doubt flickering in your chest even as his touch sent your pulse skyrocketing. “I don’t know, Kenny,” you said, your voice quieter now, unsure.

He leaned down, bracing himself on his forearm as his lips brushed against your ear. “[Y/N],” he murmured, his tone soft but commanding, “I’ve got this. It won’t hurt a bit. You trust me, don’t you?”

The weight of his words made your chest tighten, and you found yourself nodding before you could stop yourself. Kenny grinned against your neck, pressing a soft kiss to your skin as his hand slid back down to your waist, his fingers brushing against the hem of your panties.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his lips curving into a wicked grin as he trailed kisses down your collarbone. “Just relax. I’ll make sure you love every second of it.”

You gasp as Kenny’s fingers slide to the elastic of your panties, slowly tugging them down until the cool air brushes your skin. His eyes trace every inch of your now-exposed body, his gaze lingering with a mix of hunger and admiration before meeting yours.

“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly, low, and thick with desire.

The first brush of his thumb over your most sensitive spot sends a shockwave through you, your breath catching in your throat. The sensation is electric, but it’s nothing compared to what follows—the warm, deliberate slide of his length against you. The heat of him against your slick skin makes your back arch, your body reacting instinctively to the overwhelming sensation.

Kenny doesn’t look away. His eyes remain locked on yours as he teases further, nudging himself against your entrance with painstaking slowness. Each movement is deliberate, each shift drawing out the anticipation until the first stretch pulls a sharp gasp from your lips.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice soft but commanding. “It’s gonna feel so good, babe.”

The first push feels impossibly tight, your body struggling to adjust to the unfamiliar intrusion, and you gasp again, the sharpness of the sensation stealing the breath from your lungs. Kenny pauses, his lips brushing yours as his hands settle on your hips, grounding you.

“You’ve got this,” he reassures you, his voice a low rasp. “Just let me take care of you.”

The slow stretch continues, his movements deliberate and steady, giving you time to adjust as he sinks deeper. Your legs wrap around him instinctively, pulling him closer, your arms moving to his neck as you cling to him. Your fingers grip at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you bury your face against his neck, trying to ride out the sharp edge of discomfort that lingers.

“You feel amazing,” he groans, his voice tight, roughened with restraint. “So tight, babe. So damn good.”

His words send another jolt through you, and you exhale shakily as the discomfort begins to ease, the stretch giving way to a warmth that makes your body tremble. Kenny’s hips rock gently, a slow, lazy rhythm that pulls a soft moan from your lips.

“There you go,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against the curve of your shoulder. “See? I told you it’d feel good.”

The deep timbre of his voice, the way it vibrates against your skin, only intensifies the sensations coursing through you. Your nails rake against his back, leaving faint welts as your body instinctively moves with him, your hips meeting his in slow, deliberate motions.

“Kenny...” you whisper, the word slipping from your lips unbidden as the heat between you builds.

“Yeah, babe?” His grin is audible in his voice, though there’s a roughness to it now, a hint of strain as he fights to keep his movements steady. “You feel so good. I could stay like this forever.”

Each roll of his hips pulls a broken sound from your throat, the slow, deliberate rhythm becoming something more as the heat coils tighter in your belly. Kenny’s hands grip your waist, his movements becoming slightly firmer, more confident, as he pushes you closer to the edge.

“You’re so perfect,” he breathes again, his words low and reverent. His lips find yours in a kiss that is both tender and consuming, a perfect balance of raw passion and unspoken connection as the rhythm of his body claims every inch of yours.

A ragged gasp tore from Kenny’s lips as he buried his face against your neck, his breath hot and uneven against your skin. “God,” he rasped, his voice thick and strained, his movements growing erratic. “I’m close.”

His grip on your hips tightened as he drove into you deeper, each thrust more insistent than the last. The tension in his body coiled tighter, his breath catching in a guttural groan as he pressed himself fully against you. The world blurred as you clung to him, your nails raking across his back as you gasped his name, your own body trembling beneath the force of him.

“[Y/N],” he groaned, his voice breaking as his rhythm faltered. With one final, shuddering thrust, he stilled, his entire body taut as a low, desperate sound escaped his throat. His release hit like a surge of heat, a wave of sensation that made you shiver as he held you close, his forehead pressed against yours.

Kenny’s breathing was uneven, his lips brushing over your jaw as he murmured, “You’re incredible.” His words were raw, broken, carrying a weight that made your chest tighten. The warmth between you pulsed with the aftershocks of his release, his grip on your waist softening as he ran his hand down your back, grounding you both.

The tension in your body snapped moments later, your own pleasure unraveling in a dizzying, all-consuming wave. Your legs tightened around him, a choked cry spilling from your lips as you arched into him, every nerve in your body alight with sensation. His name fell from your mouth like a prayer, your voice breathless and hoarse as you trembled against him.

Kenny held you through it, his hands steadying you as he pressed soft, lingering kisses to your shoulder, your neck, your lips. “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, a thread of satisfaction lacing his words. “Just let it all go.”

When the storm passed, a calm settled over the room, the only sound the soft hum of your breathing mixing with his. He didn’t move, his body still pressed against yours as his hands roamed your back in slow, soothing circles. The heat between you was still tangible, still buzzing, but the intensity had softened, replaced by something quieter, something that made you hesitate to pull away.

Kenny smiled, a faint, crooked grin tugging at his lips as he looked down at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You okay, babe?” he asked, his voice warm but teasing, the familiar edge of his charm still lingering.

You nodded, your chest still rising and falling with each heavy breath. “Yeah,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. “I’m okay.”

Your breaths came shallow and uneven as the weight of what had just happened pressed down on you like a suffocating blanket. Kenny still hovered above you, his messy blonde hair falling into his eyes, the familiar smirk on his lips lazy and satisfied. The heat of the moment was fading, replaced by a sinking, gnawing sensation in your stomach.

He hadn’t pulled out.

The realization hit you all at once, making your chest tighten as panic bubbled to the surface. You sat up slowly, pulling the crumpled fabric of your dress around yourself as you tried to form a coherent thought, but your voice felt lodged in your throat.

Kenny leaned back on his knees, running a hand through his hair before reaching for his jeans. His movements were unhurried, his expression still smug as he buttoned his pants. He looked over at you, noticing the tension in your posture, and grinned.

“Damn,” he said, his voice gravelly but playful. “You were something else, babe.”

Before you could respond, a sharp knock on the door startled you both.

“Hey!” someone called from the other side. “Hurry the fuck up, man. People are starting to wonder where you went!”

Kenny smirked, throwing a glance toward the door. “I’ll be out in a minute!” he yelled back, his tone light and teasing. “Try not to miss me too much!”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to laugh. The lump in your throat grew heavier as you tugged the straps of your dress back onto your shoulders, your heart racing as you replayed everything in your mind. The regret was creeping in now, sharp and cold, but before you could fully grasp it, Kenny turned his attention back to you.

He pulled his shirt over his head, his grin widening when he noticed your wide eyes and tense shoulders. “What’s the look for?” he teased, leaning down to grab his jacket from the floor. “You’re not freaking out on me, are you?”

Your lips parted, but the words were slow to come. “Kenny,” you started, your voice trembling slightly. “You said... you said you’d pull out.”

For a fleeting moment, his grin faltered, but it was quickly replaced with the same casual, cocky smirk that made your stomach twist. “Yeah, well,” he said, shrugging as he slung his jacket over his shoulder. “Guess I got a little caught up in the moment. You’re just that good.”

The flippancy of his words hit you like a punch to the gut, and the panic bubbling inside you surged to the surface. “Kenny, I—”

“Relax,” he interrupted, cutting you off as he straightened up. “You’re fine, babe. It’s not a big deal.”

You stared at him, your chest tightening as the meaning of his words sank in. He was already pulling on his jacket, his eyes flicking toward the door like he had somewhere more important to be.

“Was this—was this all just a game to you?” you asked, your voice trembling despite your efforts to steady it.

Kenny paused, his hand on the doorknob. He turned to look at you, his blue eyes glinting with something unreadable before his smirk returned, sharper this time. “Look,” he said, his tone smooth and casual, “it was fun, right? No hard feelings .”

Your stomach dropped. The words felt like a slap, cold and dismissive, confirming every fear that had gnawed at the back of your mind.

He opened the door, stepping into the hallway as voices from the party below drifted into the room. “See you around, [Y/N],” he said, throwing you one last grin before disappearing into the noise.

The door clicked shut behind him, leaving you alone in the dimly lit bedroom. The silence felt deafening, the sinking feeling in your chest impossible to ignore. You pulled your knees up to your chest, wrapping your arms around them as your mind raced.

You’d been played. And the worst part was, you’d let it happen.

[buttfrovski]

Enter CRAIG

CRAIG: Ho, Tweek! Come hither. Hark, our courtship wilt end.

TWEEK: What? wherefore not?

Enter STAN, KYLE, KENNY, DAVID, and BUTTERS

CRAIG: I prithee, Tweek, I am full of sorrow, yet we can no longer deceive ourselves. [turns to visage the gathering crowd] Aye, we are of the same inclination, but we are not meant to be as one.

TWEEK: Thee disavow our bond? What suddenly hath changed, craig?

CRAIG: ‘Tis just yond people art inevitably different. Nothing more.

TWEEK: Aye, and who in heaven's name is Michael? Pray, dost thou wish to enlighten me on this matter?

CRAIG: What? what doth thee speaketh of?

TWEEK: I did peruse thy missives when we ventured forth yesternight, Craig! I beheld what thou didst utter to this strumpet regarding thy intent to consort with him!

CRAIG: Stay, prithee, that is not what transpired.

TWEEK: I pray thee confess otherwise

CRAIG: Nay. Mark thee, we both dost know this is for the better.

TWEEK: Thou dost presume to subject me to thy feeble terrors! Thou dost impose thy will upon me to dissuade thine own guilt!

CRAIG: Stay, do not portray me as the knave.

TWEEK: [Begins to cry] Fie, thou art not the villain. Thou think'st thyself too virtuous to be some loathsome knave. For, 'tis from thy heavenly throne that thou canst better behold the folk thou usest as puppets.

CRAIG: [whispers] I do fear thou hast ventured far enough. Cease, for this pretense is superfluous.

TWEEK: Zounds! Dost thou think I have gone too far? Hast thou lost thy wits?

CRAIG: This condemnation was not a part of our design!

TWEEK: Marry Prithee, Craig! Our love was not wrought to adhere to a design!

BUTTERS: Aye!

TWEEK: [tears fill his eyes] I have been most grievously deceived by thee. I lay bare mine heart before thee. I lay bare mine affection unto thee. I embrace thee as mine lord. But, alas, I fall upon the sword. Thy sword.

Exuent Tweek

[things-stankyle-probably-said]

stan marsh, face in kyle's neck, inhaling his scent: you smell wonderful. kyle broflovski, trying to push stan off him to avoid causing a scene: we're at a funeral! stan marsh, with hearts in his eyes: you smell wonderful at this funeral.

[sunny-ssunset]

Pretty in Pink!

South park x girly popular reader

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Chapter 3

Masterlist!

♡The chapter no one asked for 😍✌️ Lmao sorry Im writing another bc i love it, sorry for not posting much i have been so busy 😭 tbh Y/n reminds me of the queen of hearts AGED UP!

"Kenny you have such pretty eyes!!" Y/n cooed, brushing his hair out of his face. "I know, I could be a model" He joked, giving in to the affection. Wendy watched the scene play out, Jealous of all the attention she gets. Poor Y/n must hate all the attention, she'd need someone to take her place one day, Someone who can handle the pressure of being perfect.... Someone like Wendy. I mean it would take a while for Wendy to get to Y/n's standards, plus Y/n might not want to be replaced just yet. Even if its for the best to protect precious Y/n.

"Wendy? Hun you okay? You have been so quiet today-" "Stan wants to break up." Wendy interupted, Y/n looking taken a back. "Oh girl, I'm so sorry, He's a douche, We dont need him right? How about a girls night? No silly party or anything, just us?" Y/n cooed, Wendy taking notice on how she said 'We' like it was also her problem, how considerate of her. "Yayyy Can i come?" Kenny grinned playing with a strand of Y/n's hair. "NO!" Bebe choked, suddenly clinging on to Y/n's arm, "Ahem- No, its a girls night"Bebe corrected herself as Y/n smiled, looking at Kenny.

"Wendy? Wendy please I really need to talk to you" Stan appeared, Literally scaring the shit out of everyone. Y/n frowned, "Stan she doesn't want to talk to you right no-" Stan looking a bit shocked by Y/n's reaction, Wendy interupting her, "Y/n I think I need to sort this out now." She smiled apologeticly at Y/n, before leaving with Stan.

"I always try help that girl and it gets me nowhere. Ugh im just so sick of doing everything for everyone. You know how much I do for people Kenny, And all i get is an awkward smile now and again." Y/n pouts laying into him, "Y/n If you were mine I'd treat you well" Kenny flirts, brushing her hair out of her face, as Bebe fake gags "Eww guys get a room!!!!" Bebe whines stomping her feet. "Bebe you are so cute, guys come on lets go to class" Y/n laughs as she gets up from Kenny's warm embrace, the others following on behind her.

"KYLE!!!! I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN AGES OH MY GODDD" Y/n beams, running up to sit by Kyle, "You saw me yesterday." He shifts away from her, voice laced with a slight anger. Y/n frowns "Kyle baby!!! Are you okay whats the matter??" She clings onto his arm "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST Y/N LEAVE ME ALONE!" Kyle shouts at her, banging his fists on the table and moving to sit futher away from Y/n, Her eyes pounding with anger, How dare he? Who the fuck does he think he is. Someone has to teach him a lesson, Nobody treats Y/n like that absolutely no one-

"Hey guys I'm back" Wendy chirps, seeming to be in a better mood, Stan standing at the doorway sending Y/n a sweet smile and a 'can we pleaseeee talk' look. Her giving a fowl one back. "Wendy I missed you!!! Come sit by meeee" "Hey wait i wanna sit buy you" "No i do!!!!" Complaints from both Kenny and Bebe were heard, "Guys Wendys just been through a breakup, let her sit by me!" Y/n smirked, as if sitting with her were a reward. They both accepted and sat down behind Y/n, "Anything happen while I were gone?" Wendy smiled, Y/n, Kenny and Bebe shot glares at Wendy, her not knowing what she did wrong, Bebe and Kenny a bit too scared to mention what happened before with Kyle, Wendy taking the hint by their scared looks.

"Nothing happened Wendy." Said Y/n, a blank tone and expression on her face, That quickly changing while she spoke again, "Enough of that, boring stuff. What happened with you!!" Y/n beamed, leaning into Wendy more, "Well, Me and Stan have decided to be friends, I think we both have our eye on someone else at the minute!" Wendy smiled, now she was finally able to have Y/n to herself. No fighting with her boyfriend over her anymore!

"Yayyyy girls night!!!!" Bebe cheered, "No actually I'm thinking we throw a party, show everyone your available plus Kenny can come then!!" Y/n chirped, Bebe looking a bit disappointed. I mean little did Wendy know it would take alot more than breaking up with Stan for her to have Y/n, Bebe also had her eye on her, What does Wendy expect Y/n Is Perfect.

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[alornights]

⟢ you took my soul.

➜ in which ! your beauty took their breath away.

💌 ﹫main 4 + butters stotch.

✩ 🎸 warnings﹗none.

🍓 ⟡ notes — me when subliminals start working, tehehe. based on the jimmy & kyle pretty people drabbles i did. idk what im doing tbh.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ eric cartman.

hates you.

the guy was so confused about why you looked like you were glowing and why his heart was about to beat out of his chest.

death stared you the entire first week you moved to town.

he later confronts you asking if you do witchcraft. you obviously answer you don't. he thinks you're lying and got plastic surgery.

you say you didn't with like the prettiest smile he's ever seen. he takes your word for it and everyone was shocked.

since then he's been like a parasite who always seems to be stuck with you always there to shoo off anyone irrelevant.

thinks he has asthma bc every time he sees you his breath cuts short and fucking hates himself for "having" asthma.

has tried on multiple occasions to "get rid" of people who bothered you even in the slightest way.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ kyle broflovski.

is actually so fucking flustered around you.

when he saw you in the cafeteria walking in he couldn't take his eyes off you the entire time, even with his friends calling for him.

if you even give him the slightest hint you're into him, he will take matters into his own hands and just brag to everyone.

for funsies of course.

deffo helps you away from any unwanted eyes, help meaning may literally threaten them in the worst ways possible.

when he's around you its like he's in a daze for him, he just feels like he's on cloud nine and is living the best life ever.

suddenly becomes the most romantic person ever, not that he wasn't already. but like hella cheesy hopeless romantic.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ stan marsh.

the classic and boring response is a throws up. but he actually doesn't do that contrary to popular beliefs.

he faints instead!

he thought he died since he saw an angel and then his vision went black but he thought hey at least that meant hed be in heaven.

he is stunned when he wakes up in the nurse's office and sees you worried about him of all people.

is like a stuttering mess but he starts slowly but surely relaxing around you, still very nervous talking to you though.

has bragged very purposely in front of wendy that y'all are friends.

while he may not be good at romance, he does try. and by trying i mean he makes u a picnic and brings takeout.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ kenny mccormick.

ay, he has a heart attack because of you.

kidding. but bro does feel his heart like- stop when he sees you walking down the halls like it's some rom-com movie.

instantly starts making moves on you, no hesitation.

doesn't matter whats going on, if he has the chance, hell take it.

at one point thought you were like his actual guardian angel because he had yet to die after meeting you.

still thinks you are and worships the ground you walk on.

very much one of those "ill do anything for you" but he actually will do anything for you, like seriously. just ask.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ butters stotch.

surprisingly the most normal of the bunch.

treats you like a normal human being thankfully.

though he does like stutter around you a lot but that calms down and he's usually back to his normal self in like a day or two.

is very much attached to you especially since his parents have

brags so much to the guys and tells them to "suck on these nuts bitch" because you don't hang out with them, ever.

has tried, and failed, to set up a date with you two. cried himself to sleep, and repeated this process for like a week.

it did work. at his house, in front of his parents! but it was kinda fun, you surprisingly got along with them very well.

[noirvette]

main 3 + butters! gen dating headcanons!!

notes: gender neutral reader!! first ever official post too omg kinda (very) nervous ........... if it's ooc mb guys :( Aged up characters!! Highschool au kinda thing

♡ STAN MARSH

Definitely thought about asking you out super suavely but then Kyle said something about how he'd manage to screw it up so he decided to not do that.

Since he's not going like all out for a confession of any sorts, he would simply wait near your locker at the end of the day until you got to it

As you're leaving he runs up to you and asks to walk you home. It's on that walk home that he builds up the courage for a confession

Hypes himself up as he's walking but he's actually talking out loud so you know he's about to ask you out

Tell him that you heard him hype himself up after you accept his confession and he gets so embarrassed what a cutie.

Now for when you guys ARE together bahahaha.

Sends you tiktoks at like 3am and you wake up to your alarm to find 78 texts from him and they're all tiktok links. The captions are either "this is so you lol" "babe.. this is so us" or just "real".

On the whole texting thing, a red flag of his is his dry ass text responses . Unfortunately don't expect a lot of words coming from him, he might get better at it during the relationship or if you say something to him, but really he'd prefer facetime or calling.

Personally I see him using snapchat a lot? Likes how quick of an update in life the app sort've is, so expect snaps throughout the school day if you guys don't have classes together. Expect a lot of snaps from him at football practice or something too.

Would LOVE for you to meet his parents, mom, Sharon. Randy is.. special in his eyes and would rather just talk to you beforehand about how his dad is rather than you meeting Randy face first.

Shelly goes two ways, either she does not care that her brother is dating someone, or she immediately pulls you from Stan to gossip about him.

FOREHEAD KISSES!! SLAMS FIST ON TABLE

Stan isn't a whole big fanatic of pda, but a quick forehead kiss or just rubbing his thumb over your knuckles while holding hands when you guys are out is top tier affection for him.

In private though? He is not letting you go. Kisses or cuddling, any sort of skin contact is good for him. Even if it's not technically skin contact and you guys are just in the same room, his eyes are ON you and they are giving major heart eyes.

Gives you his jersey to wear for football games and he'll point you out in the crowd anytime he scores. If South Park wins expect him to buy you food to celebrate. If South Park loses expect him to buy you food to "console" you on the loss (he's sad about the loss but doesn't want you to think that he's sad)

Is the big spoon normally when cuddling but there are rare occurrences where he's the little spoon, like for example he's extremely tired or if he's upset. Don't talk about him being the little spoon though, his pride may get hurt a bit over it.

Isn't the best at consoling you if you're sad, so what he'll do is listen to what your issues are, order food, and binge movies with you.

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

FREAKED about asking you out bro. He is thinking of every possibly way you could reject him and every possibly way you could accept him.

He hasn't had the best luck with dating and so he might be the type to prefer you to ask him out first.

However? If he overhears you telling a friend about your crush on him? His self confidence just got a major boost and he's asking you out the second your next class with him is (so long as Cartman isn't also in that class).

Otherwise, I could see him show up with flowers to your house and a simple like "Dinner? Maybe? Us? Alone? Saturday? 7pm?" He phrases each word as a question like he isn't sure about it.

I also feel like Kyle isn't a "good" texter and is another one who prefers calling or facetime. However unlike Stan who just can't text for his life, Kyle just likes seeing your face.

Like Kyle can text he just views it as somewhat annoying to do? Like if he wanted your attention on something he'd rather talk to you. Text reminds you dates though.

Uses pet names but only in private, unless it's to get your attention. If you're zoned out he calls out a quick "Hey! Babe!" and boom your eyes are on him.

Doesn't like over the top pet names and gets genuinely disgusted if you start calling him "sugar plum" or "honey bear" even if it's a joke.

Loves study dates, it's like his go to type of date. Even if it's not for the same class, just really likes studying with you. I can also see him "teaching" you what he's studying to help him learn better, this works especially well if it's about a class you're not taking.

Another guy who isn't a big fan on pda, might throw an arm over your shoulder when walking in the hallways to just have you close by him but don't really expect any affection in school.

Because of that one basketball episode (and how often the boys play basketball throughout the seasons at the park), Kyle is definitely on the basketball team and like Stan, has given you his jersey. He gets all red and proud if he sees you wearing it at his games.

Jealousy is rough with him. He often gets jealous and it stems primarily from his own insecurities, not because he doesn't trust you. He 100% does trust you, but the fact he's never had a full on official relationship kind of worries him that you'll realize he isn't the type of guy to be a boyfriend and that freaks him out so he just gets jealous at guys who spend too much time with you.

Reassuring him with cuddles or quality time or just being WITH him let's him know you aren't going anywhere.

Meeting his parents is HUGE to him. Family means a lot for Kyle, this is mainly targeted towards his mom and his brother.

His mother honestly make take time to get to liking you. She may initially think you're not good enough for Kyle or you're a hinderance for him but she comes around QUICKLY once she realizes how happy Kyle is with you and really that's all the confirmation she needs to know you're a good person for him.

I feel like his dad just, accepts you right off the bat, like "Oh hey Kyle who is this?" "My partner, dad." "You got someone to date you? Damn." And he just nods at you and you're good.

Ike loves you, like boom "Hi! I'm Ike!". If Kyle is dating you and Kyle trusts you than immediately so does Ike. Expect Ike to steal Kyle's phone just to text you. Also please just download roblox to play with him, he may never let you go after that though.

♡ KENNY MCCORMICK

Wasn't a whole lot of preplanning when he asked you out. Honestly he just goes for it.

Wasn't a big spectacle when he asked you out. Was sort've nonchalant about it but in a suave way (Stan wishes he could be like this).

Definitely geeked about it when alone in his room though. Karen walked by his room seeing him dance around and knew that you said yes. (Kenny has most definitely raved about you to Karen).

Considering his family's income he probably is the type to just take you out on a naturistic date. Like walking in the park, maybe a small picnic, nothing fancy or extravagant, but domestic and homey.

Compared to the other two, Kenny is HUGE on pda. Hand holding, kisses, bear hugs, etc. he has made that school KNOW you guys are together, from day one.

His eyes are on you the second you step into the room and they are not off of you until he cannot physically see you anymore. You are like the light of his world.

I feel as if late night drives with him are another type of date for you two. He's fixed up that beat up truck in his yard and then just drives you to a special spot he knows on a cliff overlooking South Park and you guys just hang out up there for hours, talking about whatever comes to mind. Or just simple driving around.

Lets you take aux ALWAYS, doesn't matter if you're not in the passenger seat, aux always gets handed to you.

Texts you all the time. Maybe not all the time but you get me. He's also a multiple texts in a row rather than the one text containing all of what he wants to say.

Spams "Baby, babe, hun, baby, baby, babe" a bunch of times till either you respond or he figures you're busy and then gets to what he's meaning to tell you.

Instagram feed is you two on dates among other things that he does (like pics of himself or with the other guys). You take up most of his feed though.

Doesn't get jealous actually, he's pretty secure in your guys' relationship, however if someone is clearly bothering you and you look like you're pretty uncomfortable, Kenny is punch first ask questions last because now he's running away with you in his arms.

♡ BUTTERS STOTCH

Was a nervous WRECK to ask you out :(

He, thanks to Kenny's advice, stopped you in the hallway before lunch to ask you out. and he was so red. Let him get his whole confession out to you though, he has a lot of sweet words to say about you.

Insert Glue Song by beabadoobee the entire time he's confessing to you, he's definitely tangled in love, stuck by you (haha).

Accept him and he's showing you off immediately to his friends. (Cue in Cartman who actually is just shocked, like... flabbergasted).

He goes all out for your guys' dates. Dinner, park/walk, full on research mode on how to have the world's most perfect date.

Gets grounded because he walked you home and now he walked into his own house late (I hate his parents).

Does not blame you!! Blames himself for not rushing home :(, tell him it wasn't his fault either.

Gets nervous with pda but loves it!! He's so willing to kiss you or hold hands, you may have to initiate it though, he doesn't want to screw up so he's incredibly awkward the first few times you do any sort of pda.

At carnivals he tries and wins you any stuffed animal he sees but in the end he fails at the rigged carnival games, you may have to drag him away or he'll be in debt from trying to win you things.

Buys things for you as gifts that remind him of you. Like he may just be window shopping or with his mom helping her out as she shops and he sees something on a shelf and immediately it makes him think of you so he HAS to get it.

Makes you things too, (y'all remember that episode where he made paper cutouts for stan's gang? yeah i do), like has made birthday cards, holiday cards, etc completely by hand for you. Made you a paper cut out of the two of you guys holding hands.

When he finally brings you around his parents his parents are also in disbelief. Now that they know he's dating, they're a bit more lenient on his groundings (still hate his parents).

Likes to fall asleep on call with you, you guys gave a routine that at 9pm if you guys are both home, you call each other to just fall asleep, you may not even talk once the call starts, just sleep.

AHHHH hahhaahah, thanks for reading my first post!! oh em gee i was so nervous writing this and now im even more nervous to post!! if you guys would like me to expand upon any of these headcanons or do another part (with one or all) lmk!!

[julysn]

there’s a place for us in a dirty movie | dilf!kyle x fem!reader

𝓢ynopsis ⋆ After a long day of work and taking care of your children, you and your husband end the evening in bed.. and maybe end up making another kid.

𝓘ncludes slightly ooc!𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂!dilf!kyle / submissive top (?) kyle.. idk where i was going with this. / spoiler he rips your panties off with your teeth. / slight praise / you have two kids together / breeding / milf!reader / handjobs / probably didn’t cook. maybe i burned the meal. let me know

𝓦ord 𝓬ount ⋆ ≈4000

𝓝otes ⋆ dunno what i was cooking LMFAO i wrote this during class and i’m pretty sure the cute guy next to me noticed.. also sorry for inactivity!! yk how school is. HAPPY TRAIL DILF KYLE !!!!!!!! AAAAHHHHH

what motivated me 2 write this was there being not a lot of second person smut on kyle :,( can we all agree that first person SUCKS 4 smut 😭 | ao3 link

You sat there in bed, head tilted slightly and eyes lazily gazing into the screen of your television. Your kids were all asleep and tucked in nicely, and you were now waiting patiently for your husband to come home from work.

You and Kyle Broflovski have been married for about four years, and you loved him dearly. You’d give him the world and the moon if you could. The way your life turned out felt like a dream come true—you were living comfortably, had adorable children running around the house, and were in the most perfect relationship ever. It felt surreal.

A soft yawn escapes your lips as your gaze drifts from the TV to the door, before you reach over to the nightstand and pick up your phone. It was about time for him to come home, and you couldn’t deny the little flutter in your chest at the thought of him being back in bed with you. Even though you two were now married, whenever you looked—or, hell, thought about him, your heart rate would slowly pick up its pace and a smile would develop on your lips. It reminded you of your highschool years and when the two of you first began liking each other.

You remembered the day the two of you went on your first date together. Junior year, on a snowy day during December. The two of you were supposed to go to the local Buca di Faggocini for dinner, but it ended up snowing so badly that it was impossible to drive. Kyle decided to walk down to your house because the two of you were practically neighbors, and you both ended up sitting by the fireplace, bodies curled up into an embrace as you watched a movie.

Then there were the basketball games. You only attended them once you and Kyle started to date, and they were fun to watch. Or maybe it was fun because you just gazed at him the entire time. You loved seeing SPHS win, loved seeing the bright smile on his face whenever his team won—which was practically every game, since the other schools in the area couldn’t compare to the athleticism of South Park High—and seeing him celebrate.

Most of your favorite high school memories involved him in some way, whether it be you and Stan’s friends skipping class, or him just being in the background of your fondest moments. You two were truly meant to be.

Sinking deeper into an ocean of thoughts, you almost barely missed the sound of the doorknob twisting, the creak of the door shaking you out of your nostalgia.

“Hey.” You give Kyle a nonchalant smile, hints of tenderness in your expression as you desperately tried to hide the fact that you were practically smiling and giggling at the thought of him. He’d tease you if he knew.

But he could already tell.

Oh, he knew everything about you. Not in a creepy way, of course, but spending so much time with you over the years and watching the two of you grow from angsty, chaotic teens in high school to mature, intelligent adults caused him to learn little things about you. Your little habits, how you’d always try to act relaxed around him even after being married—when in reality you were thinking about him, every little thing. He noticed it, and he loved it. He loved you, loved every little thing you did and said.

“Have you been thinking about me?” Kyle asks, voice soft and smooth as he walks over to you and places a hand on your cheek, lightly cupping it as he leaned down and gave you a kiss on the forehead.

You practically melted at his oh-so-sweet gesture, even if you were used to it by now. He was just so sweet and perfect, the definition of husband material. It sounded crazy, but you were thankful that he was yours, no one else’s. You’d do anything to keep him as yours. You couldn’t help but let your lips curl into a wide smile, a soft blush blanketing your cheeks.

“Yeah.” The truth slips from your lips, and you watch with a sweet, lovestruck gaze as he turns away from you and pulls his shirt off, the softest hint of red climbing up your cheeks.

Kyle’s body was divine, comparable to the likes of Greek gods. He had the perfect set of abs; his athleticism from his high school years etched into his waist like an everlasting memory. Small, slightly noticeable veins ran down his arms, and your eyes fell upon his happy trail. You had to bite your lip to conceal the bit of drool that threatened to spill out, your gaze sliding down the way his hair led down to his genitals.

That was the father of your children. And you couldn’t be more grateful.

You watch him with an almost intense gaze, eyes glued to the sight before you as he balls up his shirt and tosses it into your laundry basket, carefully unbuckling his belt and slipping it off of his pants as he places it on the dresser and pulls his pants down, leaving himself in his boxers. You can’t help but stare as he opens the drawer and picks up a pair of comfy shorts, slipping the fabric around his legs and pulling it up to hug his pretty waist.

Ugh, he was so pretty. Kyle Broflovski was the prettiest man to ever grace the earth with his mere presence. You weren’t exaggerating, that was genuinely how you felt. He aged like fine wine, still as handsome as he was in his teenage years.

God, you could remember the first day you laid eyes on him. Sophomore year, the first day of school.

You had moved to South Park with your parents over the summer, and stepping into South Park High, your eyes were greeted with chaos. It was comforting, in a way, since your last school was stricter than a Mormon’s life.

You were then approached by a group of four boys, one of them being a kid with curly red hair and little freckles on his cheeks. He stood there awkwardly, not saying too much as two of the guys hit on you while one of them just introduced himself and the guys.

You glanced at him occasionally, mentally noting each feature he had. Not to be a creep. But he was pretty. Tousled red hair that slightly covered his eyes. Pale, freckled skin. Mossy green eyes. A defined jawline, unlike one of his friends that was currently trying to impress you. The softest hint of a blush on his nose—was it a cold, or just natural?

After the other three boys had left, the curly-haired teen offered to walk you to class, and you let him. I mean, this was a new school, and you needed help to get around. When the both of you began to walk to your first class, you two instantly hit it off.

And the rest was history.

Falling deeper and deeper into an abyss of nostalgic memories and thoughts, you barely noticed as Kyle slid into bed beside you, letting out a heavy sigh as he relaxed against the soft pillows and comforters. You barely noticed the stress etched into his features, deep in your love for him.

“Y/N?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you turn from staring at the wall to face him.

When you looked at him, you stole his breath away. Kyle couldn’t believe that you were real. You were an angel, someone worthy of becoming a model. The prettiest wife he could’ve ever asked for. His eyes drifted down to the way your top showed a bit of your cleavage, drifting down to your thighs, the sight of you causing a rush of blood to immediately run down to his penis.

“Yeah?” You tilt your head, looking him up and down. Damn.

Before he could reply, he watched as your eyes trailed down his body, silently admiring his muscles and pale, freckled skin when your eyes drifted down to the growing bulge in his shorts.

Immediately, you spoke, a finger pointing down at his crotch. Your mouth moved faster than your mind. “You want me to take care of that?”

And immediately, you regretted it. The way you said it caused a wave of embarrassment to wash over your consciousness as a blush crept up your cheeks and blanketed your skin.

Kyle blushes too, his cheeks turning a gorgeous shade of red that rivaled his hair as he stutters for a moment. Even though you two had been together for years, the thought of you performing such acts on him always caused a certain heat to rise up to his face.

Silence descends upon the two of you, the soft hum of the television filling the air as he slowly leaned in and captured your lips in a passionate embrace. You didn’t even need a verbal response or a nod of the head to know what he wanted, you just knew.

He wanted you.

Kyle’s arms wrapped around your waist, your hands on his cheeks as your tongues clashed and fought in a battle of control and dominance.

And he was winning.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you melted into the kiss, letting him deepen it as he pulled you onto his lap and slid his hands down to cup your ass, calloused fingers digging into your flesh. Soft whimpers escape his lips as he kisses you desperately, wanting more, needing more of you.

One of your hands slipped down from his cheek down to his thigh, gently squeezing it as you tugged his shorts down and freed his erection from the prisons of fabric. Kyle let out a soft, pretty moan as your fingers gently brushed against his tip, sending shivers crawling up his spine. Pre-cum was already dripping down his cock, the perfect substance to use as lubricant.

“Fuck, oh my god..” His deep, breathless groans encourage you, motivating you to go him, motivating you to wrap your hand around his shaft and pump up and down, pre-cum coating your fingers as you do so.

As you stroke his dick, arousal begins to pool in your stomach. Fuck. He looked so pretty like this, desperate for you to continue your handjob, desperate to finally cum and feel your cunt around his cock. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter just at the thought of the two of you having sex again.

A soft giggle escapes your lips as you stroke his cock, motions beginning to accelerate as you smile cheekily. “Am I making you all worked up, baby?”

Kyle rolls his eyes playfully and flashes you a smile, still able to look as charming as ever even while you were jerking him off. “Maybe.”

You continue your motions, the thought of causing him to climax, or, in other words, to fall off of the edge of heaven motivating you to no end. Each stroke got faster, harder, better as he threw a hand over his mouth to muffle his moans.

The kids are still asleep, you thought, biting your lip anxiously as you occasionally glanced at the door. It was locked, but the kids might knock on the door or cry to get your attention. I hope they don’t ruin this for us.

Your free hand lifts, fingers lazily drawing circles around Kyle’s nipples as he looks down at you, eyes pleading for more.

“Y/N, please, I’m about to cu—“

His muffled warning was too late, as before he could even finish speaking, he ejaculated all over your hand. Kyle let out a deep groan into the palm of his hand, milky white cum flowing down your hand to his balls as his hips buck upwards.

You pull back, slumping against the soft comforters as you lick his semen off of your fingers. The silence was deafening, and you could’ve sworn there was a ringing in your ears. Tinnitus, maybe? Or was it really that quiet?

“So… do you want to go to sleep now?” You ask sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as you stand up from the bed and walk over to the dresser.

You begin pulling your shorts down and slipping them off of your ankles, the soft fabric brushing against your skin. Just as you place them on the dresser, you feel his arms wrap around you, his calloused fingers tugging at your panties.

“I need you so fuckin’ bad..” Kyle mumbles against your neck, pulling you into him as his teeth graze against your neck. A soft, almost whiny moan leaves your lips as his hands squeeze your thigh before sliding up to your hips.

He pushes you down onto the bed, hovering over your figure as his teeth nibble on your flesh. You whine and gasp, looking down at him as his lips descended your chest to your waist, to your hips, pressing kisses everywhere he went. He was really desperate for you, wasn’t he?

“Oh god..” You moan breathlessly, eyes glued to the way Kyle kisses your hips, eyes glued to the sight of his lips exploring your body. He looked so pretty like this, all desperate to fuck you.

“You’re so pretty.” He comments absentmindedly, busy with ravishing your body, not even realizing the words that slipped from his mouth as his fingers gently caress your skin.

Kyle’s teeth found the waistband of your panties, tugging on them slowly as his tongue darted out to tease you with soft, quick flicks to the skin. Just as you relaxed from his ministrations, he pulls back and you yelp, feeling the fabric snap off of your skin.

“You better pay for that.” You frown, crossing your arms and glaring down at him.

“I will, Y/N. Promise.” He whispers against your ear, leaning in to kiss your temple. You smile at his affectionate action, caught off guard when he starts to rub his member against your entrance, shaft sliding up and down your clit.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod,” You babble out mindlessly, the sensations of Kyle’s cock in-between your folds sending a wave of pleasure throughout your body. He always felt so good.

Loud, breathless moans escape your lips as his hands gently fondle your breasts, his thumb twirling against your nipples. His erect member slid up and down, up and down, torturing you as you waited impatiently for him to slide inside you.

“Shh, darling. Hold still.” Kyle whispers, leaning down to capture your lips into a kiss, your tongues pirouetting and tangoing sloppy as you try to maintain your composure, failing when he was teasing you so good like this.

You let his tongue explore your mouth and muffle your moans, letting him explore each and every single crevice he could come across and memorize the taste of your tongue against his.

Finally, after what felt like years of waiting, Kyle pulls back from you, ending the kiss as he hastily reaches over to the nightstand and grabs a condom out of the drawer. You watch through your eyelashes as he rips the wrapper open, tugging the condom over his shaft as he flicks the wrapper away and turns back to you.

“Are you sure we’re going to need that?” You ask slyly, finger aimed at the condom on his cock. “I wouldn’t mind another kid.”

It was a bold suggestion, but you just had to say it, you just needed to let it out. It’d be nice to have another one, and he was such a good father, it was unreal.

Kyle stares at you dumbfounded, a soft red hue rising up to his cheeks. It sounded like a good idea, in all honesty—your eldest was five, youngest being three. Maybe it was time for another baby..

After a few moments of hesitation, he starts to slip the condom off of his shaft, tossing it aside. “You ready, sweetheart?”

You nod so quickly your head would’ve probably fallen off, eager to have him inside you.

Kyle slowly pushes himself inside of you, gripping your hips as he fills your insides. He was quite large and hard, so it always felt amazing to have him pushing himself past your folds and into your canal. You squirmed in delight, throwing your head back against the pillows as he rolls his hips forward.

“Kyle-!” You moan, pearls of sweat dotting your hairline as he goes deeper and deeper, pumping into you with increasing intensity. Your eyes roll back, your fingers finding the bedsheets and tightening their grip on the fabric.

“You’re so pretty..” He moans, leaning down as his lips latch around one of your nipples, tongue swirling around your areolas as your body writhes underneath him.

Kyle’s thrusts find a steady pace, his hands gripping your hips as he gently sucks on your breasts. You squirm and moan, pleasure coursing through your veins as he starts to tease you, teeth grazing across your chest. His cock pushes in and out of you, in and out, in and out again as the sounds of his balls slapping against your clit fill the air. The kids better not be awake.

“You’re so tight and wet, babe.” The nickname slips out of his lips like he’s wanted to say it forever, but can’t bring himself to. You smile a bit, though, a small smile gracing your lips while he continues to pump his shaft deep into you.

You’re so distracted, distracted by the feeling of each and every thrust in and out of you, distracted by his tongue sucking on your chest, leaving hickeys in areas no one else could see, so distracted that your moans slowly get louder and louder to the point that your children could hear.

Kyle takes notice of this, pulling back and pressing his lips against yours in a quick attempt to silence you. It works, as his tongue swirls around yours and he explores your mouth again, loving how you tasted and how you felt around him.

Once he finally ends the kiss, pulling back and gazing at your figure as you writhe and squirm under him, he places his hand over your mouth so his palm could muffle your moans.

You’re losing your breath, the feeling of his hips brushing against yours and his cock pounding into you sending waves of ecstasy to your core. Soft, breathless whimpers leave your lips, eyes fluttering shut and back arching forward as his hands come up to fondle your breasts.

Kyle’s close, oh so close, oh so close to hitting his climax. He’s going to explode, and it becomes more and more evident as his thrusts begin to increase in speed, cock sliding in and out of your entrance as quickly as he physically could.

“Fuck, I’m gonna..” His words slide off his tongue without its sentence even being completed, cock swelling slightly as he begins to cum. You feel full, full of your husband, the love of your life.

Kyle groans as semen spills into you, penis twitching inside of you as a sense of warmth fills your being. This felt exquisite, divine, like your body was made only for the purpose of being pleased and pleasing your one and only.

Once he’s finally done emptying his cum into you, he pulls out of you, sliding out of you and collapsing against your body lazily.

Kyle lays his head on your abdomen, letting out a soft hum as you run your fingers through his tousled hair. The moment was sweet and peaceful, a stark contrast to the events that had just transpired between the both of you.

Silence envelops your figures for a few seconds, the rush of pleasure slowly fading as he comes to a realization.

“Did you cum?” Kyle asks, looking up at you and cocking his head to the side. A wave of embarrassment washes over your being as you replay the moment and realize no, you didn’t. You didn’t cum at all.

“No..” You admit sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck as he lifts his head from your stomach. He just wasn’t hitting the right spots when he was penetrating, and you didn’t make it obvious.

Kyle lifts his head, the thought of him finally making you cum once and for all sending a spark of blood rushing down to his groin. He presses a kiss to your lips as he quickly flips you onto your stomach.

You gasp as he presses his cock against your folds, feeling it grow and harden. “Fuck..”

A smirk grows on Kyle’s lips, and he leans down, tilting your head to face him, capturing your mouth in a passionate kiss, tongue swirling and spinning around yours.

Distracting you with his kisses, he effortlessly pushes past your entrance, filling you up and making you feel whole once again. You moan and whine, all of your noises muted by his tongue pushing past your teeth and exploring your mouth as if he hadn’t ever kissed you before.

Kyle hits the right spots perfectly, his mind focused on bringing you the most pleasure possible. You squirm and writhe, your arousal elevated by the way his tip tickles your g-spot with every thrust.

“Fuck—!” You cry out, burying your face into a pillow in an desperate attempt to muffle your sounds of delight. You just couldn’t keep quiet, no, not at all, not when he was fucking you like this. Not when he was fucking you so good.

You’re lost in a haze, a haze of satisfaction and pleasure, head empty except for thoughts of how good it felt whenever Kyle pumped into the right spots. You barely even notice his hand crawling up your scalp, fingers wrapping itself around the strands of your hair as he keeps your head buried in the comfort of your plush pillows.

He tugs on your hair, strong enough to lift your head to face him yet light enough to be barely painful, pulling your face closer to his so he could press kisses against your jawline.

Your noises of pleasure and gratification begin to crescendo as you feel yourself begin to climb to your peak, climbing to the climax as each thrust hit your g-spots perfectly. Your fingers curl around the bedsheets, gripping the fabric helplessly, feeling just so good, so satisfied with him filling your insides.

You felt whole again, like his dick was the one thing missing from the puzzle of you. Like he was the key to your soul, and sex was just the way you had to unlock your emotions.

“I’m gonna.. I’m—“

Your warning was abruptly interrupted as he pushed your head back down into the plush pillows and comforters. He knew he had to stop you from waking the kids.

“Just let it out for me, Y/N.” Kyle whispers against your skin, his voice sultry and smooth as his thrusts get deeper, harder, better.He was going to cum, and so were you.

Then, it happens.

You scream incoherently, screaming into the plush fluff of the pillows, screaming with pure delight. Indulgence crashes into you, your orgasm marking an end to your pursuit to climax. Your fingers tighten around the soft fabric, nails digging into your own palm, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

You knew that Kyle was exceptionally good in bed; he always was. But there was something special when the two of you did it this time, something special in the way he thrust into you, something special in the way his lips pressed against yours.

Maybe that something special was the excitement of attempting to create another child.

You sigh and relax against the sheets, panting and out of breath as he releases your hair and plops down beside you, trying to catch his breath. Sweat pools beneath your thighs as he nuzzles his face into your neck, exhaustion overcoming your senses.

“That was really nice..” You sigh heavily, pressing a tender kiss to his temple, looking down only to see that he had already dozed off, eyes shut and lips parted slightly as his soft breaths hit your skin.

Tonight was a night you knew you’d never forget.

[cocogrrrl]

who are you?

while you're on a date with your boyfriend, when a girl comes up claiming that she's his boyfriend. (requested!)

main three (separate) x gn!reader cw: fear of being cheated on/replaced for two, yn being called a whore + sleaze wc: 2046 for all

an: my first request!!!!!! >▿< i hope this suffices! also stan's is a lot more light hearted than kenny and kyle's huhu

🍀 k. broflovski (wc: 679)

You were out on a park date with Kyle. The two of you were propped up against a tree, with your body loosely leaning on his as well. You buried yourself further into him, your lips humming against his neck.

He seemed to find the action ticklish, brushing you off of his shoulder by gently holding your head up by the chin as if you were just as delicate as porcelain. He stared at you, and you could tell that it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of you. 

“I love-” you whispered against his lips, right before being cut off by a foreign voice off in the distance.

“Who are you?” A random girl spat out right in front of you. Kyle immediately let go of your chin, both of you sharing a confused look before looking back at her.

Kyle was the first one to answer. “What do you mean?” He asked, turning his head at the girl. 

“Huuhhhh!? You’re my boyfriend, duh! Why are you hanging out with… that?” She said. Immediately, your head whipped towards Kyle’s direction, eyes pleading to confirm or deny that what she said was true.

“Look,” he sighed, closing his eyes—an action you’ve come to familiarize yourself with whenever he got upset or angered. Hopefully, he hasn’t been lying to you, right? I mean, he does seem genuine, but…god. “I have no idea who you are or what you’re trying to do. Can you just leave us alone?”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, that’s exactly what a two-timing dick would say!”

“I think you’re looking for the wrong guy. I’m not whoever your boyfriend is.”

“Yes, you are! You’re,” she took a short pause. “...Brad.” She said with full conviction. It felt almost as if a thunderstorm swept itself off your shoulder. You released the biggest sigh you must’ve let out in your life. “And I can’t believe you’re cheating on me! With someone less hotter than me, not to mention.”

“Don’t you dare talk about my partner like that!” Now he snapped, pulling you close to him. “Just cut whatever the fuck you’re trying to do. You got the wrong name anyway!”

She stared at him in shock and disbelief, her jaw dropping on the floor. She turned around, probably to walk away now, but before she did, she leaned into you. “Watch out for that son of a bitch.” She said, walking away right after.

“I’m sorry,” he let out an exasperated sigh, holding your body up as he rested his head on your shoulder. “Gah, I feel so embarrassed.”

“Hey,” you cooed, patting his head. “It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know, but I,” he mumbled, his frustration making him grip onto you a little tighter. “Agh, thank you.” He raised his head, smiling at you. “I hope you weren’t super worried or anything.”

“I kinda was…” You pouted. “It’s not your fault or anything! I know you're better than that. My mind just started jumping to conclusions faster than I could stop it. Sorry.”

“No, no,” he said, removing his hands wrapped around you to lift your head, making you make eye contact with him. “I understand.”

“Thank you, Kyle, especially for when you were defending me earlier.” You hummed, leaning into his touch.

“Thank you too, YN, for not storming out or anything.” He laughed. “You were about to say something earlier, right? Before that whole thing happened?”

Your mind snapped back to earlier, and you quickly nodded. “It was nothing.”

“No, I wanna hear it.” He smiled. 

“Ah, well,” you nervously mumbled against his hand. “I just wanted to say I love you…” Your words came up more muffled than remotely discernable, to which Kyle found himself giggling.

“What?”

You raised your head from his hand, dragging your lips right next to Kyle’s—the same position you two were in a few moments ago. “I just wanted to say I love you.” You whispered, all breathy.

“I love you too.” He giggled, nudging his nose into yours as he briefly closed the gap.

🍁 k. mccormick (wc: 755)

Traveling through the streets with Kenny, your arms were intertwined—swinging as you two circled around the town. You two shared your headphones. The sun shone but hid within the cloud, so you two weren’t burning right now. If anything, the lush breeze of cold winds blew against you two and made everything cold for you.

Suddenly, something stopped the two of you dead in your tracks.

“Who are you?” A girl spoke up, making you two put your little walk on pause. “And what are you doing with my boyfriend?” Quickly, your head jolted towards Kenny’s, who gave you a look just as shocked as yours.

Now, your relationship with him was still awfully fresh. Before this, he often went from girl to girl. He never really was confirmed to have dated two people at once, but he was a heartthrob amongst most, nonetheless. You worried, like any other rational person. What if he was really two-timing you two?

You turned back to look at her, mumbling out a nervous “I don’t know?” You didn’t notice it at first, but you let go of his hand, your concerns quickly getting the better of you.

“Well, he is my boyfriend, and I think you’re just being used by him.” She said, pushing you off to the side as she hugged Kenny’s arms like a koala—who pushed her off of him immediately. 

“Kenny, is this true?” You looked at him, maintaining a farther distance from him. You were worried, maybe a little insecure too. Those attributes were playing themselves to the maximum right now.

“God, of course not!” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head and walking over to grab you by the sides of your arms. You flinched and took a few steps behind. “YN. I’d never do a thing like that. I understand you’re worried, given everything about me before, but I promise.”

“How can I be sure of that?” You looked worriedly at him, then back at the girl who had a smug grin on her face. 

“Because I like you,” he breathed out. “I like you a whole lot.” He smiled at you, not daring to move any closer for fear it would make you uncomfortable. “And because I have no fuckin’ idea who this girl is.” For a split second, you felt like you could completely trust him again like he was being genuinely honest. For a split second, just his gaze cured you of all your worries.

The girl spoke up once more. “What? I’m your girlfriend!” Just like that, your fears snapped back as fast as they left. You stood there frozen, watching what Kenny would say next.

“Look, girl, I really don’t know who you are.” Kenny rolled his eyes, sighing as he rubbed the back of his neck to relieve some tension. “So unless you got some hard proof that we’ve hooked up before, like texts or pictures or somethin’, YN is my partner as far as I’m concerned.”

She scoffed in reply, but she remained silent. Seems like she was stirring up some trouble all for nothing then. “I… I don’t, but I can’t believe you’re sleeping around with some sleaze!”

He walked up to her, pressing his hands firmly on her shoulders. “Now, you don’t talk to my partner like that, yeah? You know as much about me as I know as much about you—which is none. Stop prying yourself here. It’s fucking embarrassing and you’re only humiliating yourself.” He turned her body away from his direction, giving her a little push. He pulled you and lead you into the opposite direction she was facing.

“Are you okay?” Kenny asked, wrapping his arm around you.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“I’m so sorry for that. I’d never do that to you, you know?” He cooed, playing with your hair with the arm around you.

“I know, I know, but that had me completely worried for a second—if I’m being honest and all.”

“I get why. I can’t say I blame you. I mean, I’d be as worried as you were if I were in the same position.” You found him resting his head on yours as well. “But, I just hope you know that ever since we got together, I’ve completely changed from that side of me. I really like you a lot, and I just can’t bare the thought of losing you because of something stupid like that.”

“Ken?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you, Kenny. I like you a lot too.”

🎸 s. marsh (wc: 612)

You and Stan were by a bar, mindlessly chatting as you two were mindlessly drinking. The atmosphere was crowded and busy. Though it would be overwhelming, especially adding onto the strong scents of alcohol and sweat, you’ve learned how to tune those things out as best as you could.

Stan was currently talking about what he and his best friend Kyle were up to earlier, you gazing deeply at him—forgetting to pay attention, even. “Yeah, and then Kyle was all angry all of a sudden. I get it, though, but like-”

A whiny, near-shrill voice caught both of your attention. “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She sighed, taking a seat right next to him, hugging his arm.

Needless to say, Stan had a bothered look, pulling his arm away from her as he faced back to you, mouthing a ‘Who is she?’ at you. You shrugged.

To be honest, you were pretty sure that Stan hasn’t been seeing other people. I mean, he spent most of his time either with you, Kyle, or at work. He work alongside Kyle, and you trusted his friend, so you were sure you would’ve heard something already if he was doing something like that.

The girl behind scoffed. “Oh, my god! You’re so embarrassed. Why did you do that to me? Your girlfriend? Hellooooo?” She yelled amongst all the noise, waving a hand in front of his face.

Stan rolled his eyes, pinching his nose. “Dude, look,” he sighed, turning his direction towards her. “I only talk to, like, five people a day, max—and that includes my parents. I don’t know what your deal is, but I literally have no idea who you are.” He replied blankly but at the same volume.

“You’re only saying that because you're with some trashy whore you found on the street. You’re too nice to hurt her feelings.” She sneered, glaring at you deeply. You weren’t hurt by her comment, you were better than that, but you did find her really funny.

“Don’t say that. That’s my actual partner.” He shook his head, rubbing the sides of it to cool himself down. “We’ve been together for a year now. You’re just embarrassing yourself.”

“But I am your girlfriend!” She pouted, landing a fist on the table.

“Don’t think so.” He hummed nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink.

“You’re so annoying! I’m breaking up with you.”

“Wow. I’m so hurt.” He replied sarcastically, tapping his foot and resting his head on the palm of his hand as he waited for the exchange to be over.

“Ugh, don’t come crying saying you regret you did!” She cried, pushing him as she got out of the place, making a beeline towards the door underneath the luminous ‘exit’ sign.

“Uhuh, ‘kay. Buh-bye.” He said, double-checking if she was actually gone. A few moments after she was gone, you burst into a laugh. Stan rolled his eyes at first but found himself joining you as well—with him even ending up banging on the table.

“What exactly just was that?” You exhaled, catching a breath as you wiped away a tear from your laughs.

“No idea. Fuckin’ weak, though, babe,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face as he tucked the strands behind your ears. “You’re okay, though, right? I’m sure you are. I’m just checking up on you if-”

“Stan, I’m fine. I trust you.” You giggled, pressing a peck on his cheek. “Especially because you had the balls to admit that the only people you talk to, other than Kyle and me, are your parents.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Shut up. Oh, my god.”

[peachyloveswriting]

hiiiiii can u do a kyle x f!reader smut? literally anything i just need some good smut 😣

MOVIE NIGHT --- (Kyle Brovloski)

SUMMARY: Kyle gets extremely horny during movie night with the boys.

WARNING: Smut, all stories aged up unless stated otherwise, degradation, praise, mirror kink or whatever, penis in vagina sex. I am in no way good at writing smut so fair warning.

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In the living room, I can hear the low chatter of the boys getting settled in for movie night while they wait on me. Tonight we're all supposed to watch a movie marathon and pass out halfway through and technically, I'm not supposed to be here. Boys night's only, but Kyle insisted I come with. So I agreed. Walking out of the bathroom in one of Kyle's oversized shirts and a pair of comfy shorts, I make my way over to the couch. A whistle flies through the air, heads snap in my direction.

"looking sexy beautiful!" Kenny cheers.

Heat raises to my cheeks, smiling sheepishly I lift my hand and wave him off. The others chuckle. "It should be nice having a mediator here tonight." Stan sighs. He's laying on the floor in front of the table, behind him on the couch is Kyle and Butters, and right in front of the couch in Eric. Hands grab my waist, pulling me onto the couch. I find Kyle's chest against my back, he's pulled me onto his lap.

"No! Just as always, Kyle has ruined boys night!" Eric fusses. He gathers his feet beneath himself and stands, stretching up for the light string on the fan. Tugging it with a click, the room falls dark apart from the lit TV screen. He nestles back down onto the floor.

"Shut up Fatass I haven't ruined anything!" Kyle hisses behind me. His grip on my hips tighten. Reaching beside me to the blanket on the couch, I pull it over both of our laps and comfortably lean back against him, the back of my head rests on his shoulder. He sighs before pressing a chaste kiss to my temple. Smiling sweetly, I press a soft kiss to his cheek before looking back at the screen.

"Just try not to commit murder, okay?"

That was that and afterwards, silence fills the room and a movie softly begins to play. Everyone, including me, is enthralled by the movie. No one's said anything yet, we're all too intrigued. It's some romance Sci-fi about aliens invading. However, beneath me and in-between Kyle's legs I can feel his dick harden. At first I hadn't taken notice of it, as it wasn't as bad but I kept shifting to get comfortable. His discomfort is noted when I hear a low groan of pleasure in my ear, it's deep and muted. His hips are lifting for further contact. Involuntarily, my clit throbs with the beat of my heart and I push back against his rising hips. Thankfully everyone's too sucked into the movie to realize what's about to happen right beside them, and the darkness covers us.

Kyle's hot breath fans over my ear. "I'm losing it babe." He growls. I shudder in response and spread my legs just comfortably enough that his knee slips between them.

"Just wait a little longer." I urge.

The leg I'm sitting on starts to bounce, it's quick and unrelenting in its pressure against my already throbbing clit. It warms my gut, pushing my crotch harshly into his knee. I bite my lip softly and grip the blanket covering our laps. Like a fire lighting slowly, it begins to burn bright. Against my ear I hear Kyle. "You just look so damn good in my shirt." He whispers. It's just low enough that no one in the room even bats an eye, except me. Squirming and pressing myself against him I reach my hand back, grasping at the shirt on his shoulder.

"Kyle." I warn. I keep my voice low and try not to drag any attention to myself. Leaning my head back I turn to hide my face in his neck. Abruptly he stopped bouncing his knee, the hands on my hips are slowly sliding to my legs. Again I shift under the blanket, pressing my ass against his hardening erection. He releases a stressed breath, the hot air puffing out onto my shoulder. His rough hands are sliding between my thighs, lightly tugging at the plump skin to pull them apart more.

"That's it, open your legs for me like a good girl." He coos right as I Let him pry my legs open. Letting go of his shirt and dropping my hand back, I grasp his hand and lift my head to turn and glance back at him. "Are you sure about this?" Getting caught is way too much of a risk but I can't help the anticipation that's in my stomach when I think about it. He grins devilishly at me, half lidded eyes look back at me. "Yes, I'm sure angel."

His hand frees itself from my grasp and works its way down between my legs where it presses against my clothed cunt. For a while he stays doing that, his fingers rubbing me through my shorts. I find myself lost in the moment, my lips pressed tightly in anticipation for what he does next. Gently his hand pulls away and slides up just above the waistband of the shorts. He doesn't wait for my confirmation before he slips his hand under into my shorts and bottoms. Softly, Kyle's fingertips brush against my entrance before pressing down and sliding to the sensitive bud. I suck in a sharp breath and brace myself against him.

"You're so wet." He breathlessly laughs in my ear. "Does this turn you on? When I play with you like this in front of my friends?" Kyle taunts. Pleasure is radiating from his finger encircling my clit, I buck my hips and grind back against him biting my lip trying to keep quiet. "Yeah, you like that don't you baby? Feels good... My fingers are toying with you, inside of you, all while my friends are clueless." At that his hand slips down to my entrance and presses in without a moment's hesitation. I gasp in surprise, my back arches into his touch. Frantic, I look over at the others. Stan glances at me but looks away to go back to watching the movie.

Feeling me look away, Kyle curls his finger inside of me, I jolt at the sudden press of pleasure and reach back grabbing the back of his neck. My head is thrown back against his shoulder, mouth open with a silent moan before turning and biting my lip.

"That's it." He purrs. "Don't pay attention to them. Let them watch if they want."

A whimper slips past my lips but it's drowned out by the sounds of the movie. His teeth sink into the crook of my neck, biting and sucking before he raises his head again. "Shh, don't make a noise." He curls his finger again, the pleasure jolts my hips forward before I lower them back against him. Ever so slowly his finger thrusts into me, the pace is so slow but I just can't seem to breathe in deep enough. Suddenly a second finger slips inside of me adding onto the first. Just to keep the gasp from escaping again I bite my lip even harder. I know I have to be close to drawing blood but it feels so good. If I open my mouth I'm bound to make a noise everyone will hear.

The pace stays the same but the pleasure never leaves. It builds and builds, creating a tight knot in my stomach. My breaths come more shallow, my legs shaking, and back arches against him. The pleasure comes in waves, my hips gyrating against his hand. I blink, pressing the back of my head further against my shoulder. I can feel my climax coming and coming fast. Abruptly, it's torn from me. His fingers slip from inside me just for him to bring them up to his mouth. He smirks down at me, his tongue winding around the slink on his fingers. Harshly, I rut against his leg searching for any friction.

"Please." I whine.

After he finishes licking my juices from his fingers, he leans down into my ear. "Please what? Use your words baby. Tell me what you want."

Reaching down I lift my hips up to slide my hands under me. Frantically, I grab the button of his jeans and undo it. Kyle doesn't stop me, instead he looks me in my eyes as I undo the zipper. Just as I reach down to my shorts he pushes me back into his lap. "Use your words. Speak to me." He presses.

"God... Kyle. Fuck me, please." I whisper.

Without second thought he pulls the blanket off of us and pushes me to stand. "Using the bathroom, be right back." No one even bats an eye at us as he takes my hand and pulls me back towards the bathroom. Reaching the door he pushes it open and tugs me inside with him. Closing it behind him he locks it and turns back to face me. We wasted no time finding our bodies pressed into one another. His hands pull my hips close while I grasp his curly hair, only deepening the kiss. His tongue explores my mouth while he tugs my shorts and bottoms off of me. Hastily I pull my lips away and lean down to pull them off the rest of the way. As I do he slips his own pants off as well, leaving his cock to present itself to me when I stand back up.

"Fuck me Kyle." I plead again. Wrapping my hand around his cock and rubbing it softly I look back up at him and step closer. The breath in his throat hitches before he pulls me back into a heated kiss. Roughly, his hand slipped up my shirt groping my breasts and pinching my nipples. Gasping into the kiss, a soft moan escapes me. I can feel his cock bobbing against my stomach, the temptation to have him take me right now is irresistible. He seems to read my mind as he takes me and turns me around. I brace against the counter, his hips lining up against mine while my eyes meet his in the mirror.

"Watch me fuck you slut." He growls. Without warning he slips inside of me. Loudly gasping I reach back to find purchase on anything onto to hand my hand pushed against my back and held there roughly. Snapping his hips into my pussy harshly, he grunts with each thrust. He's fast and unrelenting, pulling soft moans from me with every move. The pleasure melts into my gut and spreads all throughout my body. I can't find the courage to look at myself in the mirror and instead close my eyes.

"look at yourself." Kyle orders behind me. I don't listen, instead opting to look at the floor instead. The rocking of my body stops abruptly when he lays an open palm on my behind. Whining, I bite my lip and lift my head looking at him in the mirror. His eyes meet mine again and immediately the slapping of skin returns to the air. "That's right, slut. Don't stop watching me while I fuck you."

The pleasure rocking through me makes it hard to keep my eyes on him, watching the way he's pounding into me at speeds I hadn't thought possible. Growing tighter in my gut is the knot, it's building even more than before, the rise of pleasure giving way to a shocking end. I clench around him, pulling a long groan from him. He doesn't stop the snapping of his hips while I grasp at the counter so hard my knuckles turn white. A wave of extraordinary pleasure washes over me. Eyes rolling back and walls fluttering around him I reach my end. The pleasure is so burning hot, the heat in my lower abdomen feels like summer. I can feel myself spill around his cock, his name falls from my lips. A stutter rises in his thrusts and he pulls out, his cum coating my ass.

Panting, I stand to turn and face him. Without pausing his lips find mine again in a slow and soft kiss. Without my list coated mind I can feel the softness of his lips on mind and the way his hands carefully caress my sides. He pulls away, breathless from the exertion.

"I love you so much."

I smile, my chest squeezing tightly. "I love you too."

He helps me clean up the aftermath, his touches soft and loving while he wipes me clean. Tossing the rag to the floor he picks up my bottoms and shorts to slide them back on my legs. "You don't have to do that Kyle." I reach down to swat him away and grab my clothes. He pulls them away from me and scowls. "Let me."

With a heavy sigh I lift my foot and step into the bottom and the shorts one by one. Standing he slips them up and smiles sweetly at me. Pressing a chaste kiss to my lips he walks over to his own clothes and begins to pull them up. At this time we both hear a knock on the door.

"Are you done yet dude? I have to shit." Stan says from the outside.

With wide eyes Kyle looks back at me, softly, I shake my head. "Yeah. Be out in a minute." He called back before readjusting his belt buckle. He smiles back at me and motions for me to follow. Happily I do so allowing him to lead me from the bathroom while Stan watches in shock.

"Dude! They fucked!"