Characters: Kenny, Stan, Butters
Notes: More like an interaction between you and their super hero persona, but I didn't know what to put as a title LOL yall don't know what a bad hangover I have LMAO NOT PROOFREAD
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Butters:
It was a normal day: there was class, Cartman was saying dumb things again, there was another school shooting... However, you had your mind on something else. Last night, you had gone out for a walk, you couldn't sleep and instead of actually trying to do it, you decided to go out.
You found Proffesor Chaos talking to his minions at night, he was talking in Spanish to some of them and being too nice for a villain. You've heard Butters telling people that Chaos was very scary and cruel. And yet, here you were, drawing his face and armour. His blue eyes that for a normal person would like like ice, like they would pierce them with just a look. But for you... They looked soft, in a weird way. You stopped drawing, reality hitting you like a punch on the stomach, you weren't having a crush on South Park's most feared villain, were you?
It was lunchtime, you sat in front of Wendy who was talking to Bebe about a surprise math test that they had today. You didn't even say 'hi' or something you just sat there, remembering how you made eye contact with Professor Chaos. "Hello to you too, Y/N. " Said Bebe with her usual pout. "Huh..? Oh, sorry." You answered still poking your food on the plate. "Are you okay?" Asked Wendy worried. "You've quiet today... Like, too quiet."
You flinched slightly at her question, what should you tell them? They would absolutely judge you! "Is it a boy?" Asked Bebe with a smirk and wiggling her eyebrows up and down. Your cheeks flushed instantly and you tried to stutter an excuse. "No! Me? Liking a boy? Nah... I mean, all boys here are dumb as fuck. It's just I didn't sleep well and..."
"Just spit it out!" Interrumpted Wendy. You slammed your hands on the table, not knowing that you drew the attention of certain boys that were arguing not so long ago. "Okay, okay! It's not a boy." You paused for a second. "It's more like a hear me out" You scratched your cheek as you looked away from your friends. "I LOVE THOSE!" Exclaimed Bebe. "Who is it? Wendy's dad? No! I know. It's Megamind." You furrowed your eyesbrows confused and in shock, Wendy's dad? MEGAMIND??? "What...? No. It's uh..." You ran a hand across your face. "Professor Chaos."
Behind you Butters choked on his orange juice with his face as red as a tomato. Kenny started laughing, his voice muffled by his hoodie. The blond boy excused himself out the table and ran away. YOU found HIM attractive, out of all the super heroes that the town had, you liked HIM. THE VILLAIN. He convinced himself that it was something that Cartman had planned, he convinced you to say it out loud just to mess with him, right? RIGHT??
Kenny:
You and Kenny were hanging out on your house. You two were playing Mortal Kombat 1, just checking if it was worth the hype and practicing a little so you could beat Cartman's ass on the game. As you saw how Kenny managed to get Johnny Cage's fatality, you wondered how would the Freedom Pals' fatalities be like?
Kenny was about to celebrate his victory and brag about it until he saw you looking at the screen like you had received the fatality. Before he could speak, you gasped as if you had discovered a brand new species. "Mysterion's fatality would be so hot!" You exclaimed excitedly. Your eyes looking at the ceiling already imagining how Mysterion punched Reptile's heart out and effortlessly ripping it out and then disintegrating the body with his shadows. And then saying something cool with that raspy voice of his...
He stood there, frozen. Did you know that he was Mysterion? No, it didn't look like it. You were talking, describing how Mysterion looked hot even if he looked like a low budget Batman. "You like Mysterion?" He spat out, his voice betrayed him it didn't portray that vibrating happiness and excitement that was feeling inside. You looked at him shocked, "Does it count as a hear me out? Because I would put myself in danger just to have him come and save me." You said. He smiled, nervous. "I mean, of course he would, he saves everyone." He was trying so hard not to reveal his identity to you at that moment.
That night, Toolshed and Mysterion were patrolling through the streets, but a small smile was growing in Mysterion's face. 'Weird...' thought the black haired super hero, Mysterion wasn't the one to smile on missions, he always was too serious and focused, even for a small joke that Mosquito made.
Stan:
Stan wasn't feeling quite well that afternoon. He felt empty, sad maybe. He didn't know how to describe it. He always felt like that. But that morning you approached him and asked him for a pencil, he didn't feel sad that moment. He felt nervous, that feeling of throwing up came back after years of being buried deep inside of him. But you made him feel alive.
He was scrolling on TikTok watching dumb videos that Cartman sent him, or memes that Kyle sent him, even edits of Jonathan Davis and Fred Durst that appeared on his FYP. Until a notification popped up on his screen.
It was Cartman demanding that Toolshed and Human Kite had to go patrolling that night. Stan sighed, he wasn't feeling like patrolling today but duty was duty and if he wanted to be a famous super hero he had to do it.
The night fell on South Park and the smell of alcohol, piss and marihuana replaced the wooden and humid one of the day time. He was on rooftop watching the streets as Human Kite was talking to The Coon on the phone. He could hear The Coon's scream from the phone and noticed that Human Kite was getting angrier by the minute. Then, a scream pierced through the air and reached his ears. Kyle and him looked at each other and without hesitating the ran towards the source of the scream.
When they reached, Stan's boots stopped running. He felt a shiver run up and down his spine, he wanted to run towards the villains but he couldn't do anything. His body wasn't responding. We was just there. And he could only see how some perverts were trying to knock you and your friends out. One of your friends was already passed out, a wound was spurting blood from their head as if it were a river. The blod expanding on the snow as it reached his boots. Kyle screamed something at him, but he didn't hear it. He was too focused on you.
Suddenly, he felt like a lighting struck him and ran as fast as he could towards you. "Don't touch her!" He unsheathed his hammer and swung it to your attacker's head. The attacker flew some meters behind you and fell to the floor in a quiestioning position. Unconsciously, he put both of his hands on your cheek, forgetting that he was Stan Marsh, the loser that threw up whenever he was near the girl he liked. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you? I swear to God if he hurt you I'm gonna..." "I'm okay, thanks, Toolshed." You interrumpted with a small smile and a flush on you face, surely because of the cold night.
The next day, he wasn't paying attention in class. As usual, but he overheard a conversation you had with your friends, one had a gauze on their head. That must be the one who was passed out. "Nah, Fastpass is hotter." They said, still scribbling something on their notebook. "Well, I think that Toolshed is the most handsome one, have you seen how good he looks with his yellow goggles?" Wait, was that your voice? He stood a bit straighter on the chair, trying to play off his nervousness. "Toolshed?" Another friend of yours said. "Okay we know that he took you face in his hands and all of that, but he's not that hot, Y/N." They said. You shook your head. "Jus hear me out guys! Please!" You pleaded and as you were about to show a photo of Toolshed to a friend so they could give their opinion, you caught Stan looking at you. Before you could tell him what the context of the conversation was, he excused himself to the bathroom and ran away with a hand on his mouth looking as pale as ever.
Summary: Cartman is a bad host, which means you and Butters have to find somewhere to sleep on your own.
Butters Stotch x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.9k
Warnings: aged up!!! NSFW, sub!Butters, handjob, one bed (couch), probably ooc, crying, stuttering, use of Y/N, ma'am + mommy kink, use of "good boy"
A/N: glup this isn't very good
The glow of the TV in Cartman’s living room illuminates your face beautifully, a color-changing brightness that seems like its only purpose is to highlight your features. Butters keeps finding himself looking over at you instead of the movie, watching your reactions: every laugh, every scrunch of your nose. Every so often, you’ll glance over at him, too. He’ll quickly jerk his head back towards the TV. Poor thing thinks he’s being subtle.
It’s only halfway through the movie when Cartman abruptly stands up, stretching his arms over his head and quickly yanking his shirt back down when it threatens to expose a strip of his stomach. “I’m going to bed.”
“Dude,” You blink at him, amazed by his audacity. Although you really shouldn’t be, he’s been this way forever. “We’re at your house. Where are we supposed to sleep?”
“I dunno. Figure it out yourselves.”
And just like that, he’s gone.
“W-Well, I think there’s a couple of old couches in the basement…” Butters says to you as soon as Cartman’s bedroom door shuts upstairs.
Down to the basement you go, and sure enough, two couches are sitting down there. One is in good shape, but the other? There appears to be a large grease stain on it, which you unfortunately assume is from Cartman.
Butters, the sweet boy that he is, offers to sleep on the floor.
“I think we could both fit on the couch,” You propose instead, smiling at him in a way that makes his knees weak. “Let’s at least try.”
You try a few different positions. It’s not quite big enough for you to sleep top and tail without having a toe poke your eye. Definitely not wide enough for you to lie next to each other without touching. But maybe touching isn’t such a bad thing. You don’t want him to have to sleep on the floor, and you certainly don’t want to be on the floor yourself. What is a night of cuddling between friends anyway? As long as neither of you ever brings it up again, you can just pretend it never happened!
It’s not that easy for Butters, who is sure he will never forget about it. He can already feel his pajama pants growing tighter just at the very idea of sleeping next to you, let alone cuddling with you. He’s never slept with a girl before - in more ways than one.
“I-I don’t know if this is a very good idea,” He mumbles, clutching his hands in front of him, trying not to make it obvious he’s hiding a rapidly forming boner. “Wh-What if I do somethin’... bad… while w-we’re sleepin’?”
You pat the couch invitingly. “Well, if we’re asleep, we wouldn’t know.”
“But I don’t wanna…” He sits down next to you. He is only a man after all, and he is weak to a pretty girl with a nice smile. “Be disrespectful to you…”
“Butters,” He jolts when you touch his arm, like he was just struck by lightning. “I promise it’ll be okay. Don’t you trust me?”
He does trust you, that’s undeniable. Maybe you’re right. Everything will be okay, he won’t do anything weird, and he’ll get to spend a night with you on his arm. He would be remiss to pass up this opportunity, really. When’s the next time he’ll get the chance to touch you?
It’s a bit awkward at first. He lies down first, per your instruction, and then you crawl over him to lie on the inside of the couch, partially on top of him. Okay, mostly on top of him, but he doesn’t complain. You could be the heaviest person in the world and he would still enjoy feeling your weight on him. He was already shivering as soon as your knees landed on either side of his hips to get over him. It only gets worse when you snuggle up to his side, nuzzling partly into his armpit. He hopes he doesn’t smell as sweaty as he is.
He wraps his arms around you, scooting in as close as possible so he isn’t hanging off the edge of the couch.
“Are you comfy?” You ask softly, lifting your head to look at him.
“Mhm.”
“Don’t lie. It’s okay if you’re not. We can move.”
“I-I’m not lying, I swear,” He frowns, rubbing your back in an attempt to show his comfort. Poor, traumatized Butters. He hates being accused of lying, even about small things. “I wouldn’t lie to you!”
“I know,” You set your hand on his chest placatingly, caressing his sternum with your thumb. “I was just making sure. It’s okay.”
He’s embarrassed by how upset it makes him, so he hides his face in your hair. You want to laugh, not at him, but you know he’d interpret it that way. Instead, you hum, moving your hand up to pet his head.
“I promise I know, Butters,” You murmur, soothingly scratching his scalp. “You’re a very good friend. I know you aren’t a liar.”
“Th-Thank you, Y/N…”
You keep petting him, massaging his scalp, and cooing incoherently. He hates how calm it makes him. And how turned on. It’s a weird feeling, because on one hand, he feels loved and taken care of, almost in a motherly way, and on the other, the way you treat him so nicely makes his dick scarily hard. He feels like a pervert for liking how you baby him. But he just can’t help it.
You aren’t oblivious to his feelings towards you. He isn’t very subtle. You know that, at the very least, he finds you attractive. He always becomes even more bashful whenever you’re around. He gets a cute, dopey smile on his face when you talk to him. He has to run off to the bathroom or put a pillow over his lap if you compliment him or speak a little too kindly. And the poor thing really does think he’s good at hiding it.
“You’re so sweet, Butters,” You continue purring at him. “Too cute.”
He shudders and presses his face further into you, trying hopelessly to hide. Not just from you, but from himself, too. He’s so embarrassed.
“I just love everything about you, y’know,” You move your hand from his head down his back, slowly but surely inching down, further and further, closer to where you know he’s probably already leaking onto his boxers. “Everything about you.”
When you finally reach his lap, he barely even notices. He probably wouldn’t have noticed if he weren’t already so worked up and sensitive. You just barely ghost your fingers over his bulge. But because he’s poor, sweet Butters, and he’s already so needy, he feels it. He gasps.
“Y-Y/N…”
“Shh… Just let me take care of you, okay?”
He nearly chokes on his spit. There’s so much of it, because he’s been too distracted to remember to swallow, that he’s almost drooling. “Mm-mhm…”
You kiss the side of his head in approval and put your palm flat against the tent in his Hello Kitty pajama pants. His hips buck immediately, but you make sure to lock your leg over his so he can’t move too much again.
“O-Oh, gosh…” He whimpers, full body shuddering with every drag of your palm.
“Look at you,” You coo, pulling your head back to look at his face. He’s flushed, his mouth is open, and his eyes are squeezed shut. “So needy, huh? Do you want more?”
“Y-Yes, please, ma’am…” He whispers politely. Always polite, even when he’s so desperate.
You carefully hook your fingers in the waistband of his pants and boxers and start pulling them down. You work them down his legs until they’re around his ankles, and then he takes the liberty of kicking them off. You give him a moment to adjust to reality, and then you look down to see what he’s working with.
He’s a tall, skinny boy, and so is his dick. Long but slim. As you suspected, there’s already pre-cum leaking out of him, and you rub your thumb over his slit, spreading the sticky liquid down the length of him. He mewls.
“Oh, Butters,” You sigh happily, turning your gaze back to his face. You swear you can see tears forming in his eyes, but they’re still shut tight. “You’re just beautiful all over, aren’t you?”
He manages to open his eyes when you wrap your hand around his dick, slowly moving it up, dragging your thumb over the tip, and then back down.
“There you are,” You smile warmly, staring into his eyes as you continue your torturously slow movements. “I love your eyes.”
“I-I love yours,” His voice is trembling just as badly as his whole body is. “You’re so… So pretty…”
“Thank you, Butters.” You bring your hand up to your mouth and lick it, making sure to really get your spit all over it. When you return it to his length, his jaw drops open, and a debauched moan falls out of it. He squirms, but your weight on him restricts his movement.
He tries to speak again, but it’s gibberish.
“Poor thing,” You kiss his cheek, steadily increasing the speed of your hand. “You’ve never had anyone do this to you before, huh?”
He shakes his head. “No, m-ma’am… Never before… You’re too g-good to me…”
“You’re too sweet.” You give a little twist to your hand as you move it upwards, earning a whine from him. A true, wrecked whine. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“Y-You could… maybe… k-kiss me…”
“Oh, could I?” You chuckle, leaning over him, teasing him by keeping your lips just out of reach. He cranes his neck towards you. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes… Yes, m-mo… ma’am…” His face grows redder.
Unfortunately for him, his slip-up does not go unnoticed by you. “Hm. What was that, Butters?”
“N-Nothin’...” But when you slow down, a silent threat to stop, he immediately folds like a lawn chair. “Mommy… M-Mommy, I wanted to- to call you mommy… I-If that’s alright with you…”
“Mm. Good boy, Butters.” You lean down and let him attach his lips to yours. He takes full advantage, clumsily kissing you, whining between every heaving breath.
He tastes like cherry Chapstick that you know you’ve seen him pull out of his pocket at every event he’s ever been to, including this one. Deeper, with your tongue in his mouth, you can taste the candy Cartman’s mom bought for the three of you. It lingers on his tongue and his breath.
You can tell he’s close. Really close. He has been since probably before you even started, but it’s becoming unmanageable now. He’s babbling, repeating “mommy” like a mantra, writhing as much as he can while you’re holding him down. He holds onto you tightly, his arms wrapped around you, blunt nails just barely scratching your shirt. There are definitely tears in his eyes, and now they’re threatening to fall, spilling out onto his lower lashes. It’s only after you give permission that all the dams holding him back break. He sobs and comes, rope after rope of hot, sticky white coating your hand and his lap. When it’s finished, he curls into you, pushing his face back into your hair, crying into it.
“Are you okay?” You worry you might have gone too far. You wriggle your other arm free, although it’s asleep, and you pet his hair again.
“Y-Yes…” He hiccups, pulling you closer, as close as physically possible. “It was just a lot…”
“Oh, I know,” You murmur, kissing his face lovingly. “But you did so well, you know that? You’re such a good boy.”
“Thank you, mommy…” He whispers and punctuates with a sniffle. “You’re proud of me?”
“I’m so proud of you,” You kiss his forehead. “You couldn’t have done better, baby. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Summary: When you and your darling boyfriend break up, Eric Cartman's inner cupid decides to make sure you two get back together... By fucking your way right out of that argument.
Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (EVERYONE INVOLVED IS ABOVE THE AGE OF CONSENT), Explicit Language, Cisgender female Reader, Aphrodisiacs, Nipple Play, Nipple Orgasm, Penis In Vagina Sex, Bathroom Sex, Creampie
A/N: I've had this in my Docs for almost 2 months now, and never got to properly finish it. Then yesterday I went berserk and stayed until 4am writing and cleaning up the draft so I could have it up by today.
We have an utter drought of Butters x Reader smut in this fandom, so I hope I did our sweet guy justice.
Obligatory "English is not my first language, if anything sounds like total nonsense it probably is so please let me know"
This is also my first fic after whole years without writing anything creative and my first smut work in general and IDK how to feel about it
It was your average Monday morning in Park County. People from all walks of life had frowns on their faces as they made their way to school or work, missing the protection of their warm blankets and the peacefulness of a deep sleep. In your high school, most of the students hung about in the hallways as they waited for classes to start, and the cliques standing around together provided some warmth for its members, both emotionally and physically.
At the end of one of the corridors, in one of the staircases, hung out a particular group of young men, lazing around and chatting about their weekend like everyone else. Some of them stood, leaning on the wall or the handrail, while others sat on the steps, basically creating a barricade against anyone who wanted to go up or down the stairs - not that many people tried, anyway; over the course of their high school days all the way to the current senior year, the South Park boys had kind of made that particular part of the stairs their hangout spot, and the other students really just preferred to take any necessary detours than have to deal with the certified biggest assholes in the whole school.
As they began to engage in yet another heated debate over some useless topic, almost none of them saw a certain blonde man arrive. This was not abnormal - most people were never paying attention to Butters, unless they needed him for a favor. What was abnormal, however, was the expression he carried. Butters was a normally friendly and peaceful person, always with a smile on his face even in the most inhospitable of days; to see him like he was now, walking with heavy steps like a soldier, his face down and gaze fixed on his own feet, it didn’t take much from anyone to see that he was not doing well.
“Hey there, fellas.” He spoke in an unusually low voice, not looking up for even a second to acknowledge his peers. Almost all the other boys responded with a quiet Hey or a quick movement of the head, but he didn’t acknowledge either of those greetings, too engulfed in his own feelings.
“Oh, hey, Butters, there you are.” Cartman said, looking briefly at his direction but almost seeing past him, clearly not realizing what was amiss - Eric couldn’t care about someone else’s feelings to save his life. “Thank God you’re here, I have to talk to you about something later and it’s really important, if you didn’t show up it would’ve really fucked me over. You’re really gonna have to make up to me later for that. We’ll go over what you can do during lunch, so tell your bitch to - hey, where’s your bitch, anyway?”
“I DON’T KNOW, I DON’T CARE, AND IF ANY OF YOU DO THEN YOU CAN GO FUCK YOURSELVES!” was Butters’ immediate answer, in such a thundering angry tone that it made the whole group flinch in fear. This was the first moment he actually looked at his so-called friends that Monday, and his face was one of pure fury. “And if YOU-” he turned in his heels to face Cartman, pointing a finger at his face, “-think I’m going to be a part of whatever fucking evil deeds you have planned right now, then you better sit that fat ass of yours down, because I ain’t helping you anymore, got it?” He turned again to glare at the rest of the guys, who all had wide eyes. “Or any of you bitches either! I’m done with you jerks! DONE!”
“Dude, dude, calm down, it’s okay-” Kyle was the one to first try and appease the situation, seeing as everyone else was too afraid to make a movement. He tried to reach an arm out to Butters, but it was promptly slapped out of his reach by the latter.
“IT’S NOT FUCKING OKAY! Everyone hates you, y’all fucking hate each other, and then you sit around here and pretend to be best friends! Oh, but y’all won’t say anything because if you do y’all gon’ have to hang around with fucking Kip Drordy ‘till graduation! And I’ll tell you what else-”
He eventually became engulfed by his own rage, breathing rapidly as he looked around for anything else he could say his truth about.
“Easy there, buddy. Look, I haven’t had breakfast yet, how about you and I go pick up a snack in one of the vending machines?” Kenny tapped on Butters’ shoulder, gesturing in the direction of the canteen.
“I don’t want no goddamn snack!” Butters yelled right in Kenny’s ear, but the latter didn’t even acknowledge the rudeness, being used to worse back at his house.
“Yes, you do. Now let’s go.”
The whole staircase group watched in silence as Kenny dragged Butters far away, and then all faces turned to Cartman.
“Great job there, fatass.” Kyle snarled, rolling his eyes.
“Fuck you, Kyle! What the hell did I do now?” Cartman raised his voice, pointing a finger in Kyle’s face, then signaling with his other hand towards the corridor through which Butters had just left. “He’s the one that started acting like a chick on her period! That’s got nothing to do with me!”
“You provoked him, dude! You know he’s sensitive about that shit these days!”
“Butters is always sensitive, dude! What is his problem NOW?”
The other boys looked at each other, unsure if Cartman’s behavior was legitimate. “You really don’t know what you did?” Kyle asked, almost a surprised tone in his voice, his eyebrows arched.
“No! If I’m going to be blamed for shit, at least tell me what it is!” Eric huffed, tired of the back-and-forth.
Kyle took a deep breath. “Butters and (Y/N) broke up this weekend.”
The news had Cartman legitimately shocked. “Really? Why didn’t he tell me?”
“But he did. He told all of us.” Stan picked up his phone and turned the screen towards Cartman, with the messages app open, and started scrolling up quickly with his free hand, which made it impossible for the other to be even able to read anything. “It’s all over the group chat, dude.”
“Oh, right. I didn’t read that shit, I was rushing the battle pass for the new Fortnite season.” Cartman waved his hand in dismissal and Stan put his phone back in his pocket.
“Then you can’t complain about not being informed of stuff as soon as it happens.”
“Alright, alright, my bad. But man, hope they get back together.”
Eric wasn’t really feeling bad about causing Butters to snap or worried about your romance out of care for his friend. More so, like everything else in his life, the fatass wanted you to sort your issues because that would bring him personal benefit. He needed your lover for something in the coming days, a very important plan he had been cooking, and that breakup could very well ruin it all.
When you and Butters first got together, Cartman thought this was the death of his most useful pawn, maybe he’d even have to spy on your relationship to make sure you wouldn’t be too much of an inconvenience. To his surprise, the opposite turned out to be true - the already affable young man became even more docile, if that was even possible. He was also willing to do damn near anything if it meant your happiness, so the only thing Cartman ever had to do to get his help was make up some bullshit story about how that scheme was actually going to be great for your relationship and how you’d be so glad if Butters just assisted him with this one thing (despite said thing having nothing to do with you at all, and you normally not being aware of the stuff until it happened). Since the blonde was mad at you, that meant the usual strategies wouldn’t stick.
Whatever it was that was creating this rift between you two, it had to end fast.
“But why the hell did they break up, anyway?” Eric continued, hoping to gather more information that he could use to reverse the situation.
“You’d know if you read the group chat!”, three or four of the guys answered in unison.
“Hell, I don’t read the group chat either and even I know what happened”, said Craig. He wasn’t usually one to engage in his colleagues’ dumb fighting, so, since the most aloof person on Earth had an opinion on the subject, Cartman knew he’d been missing out.
“You don’t read the group chat?!” Tweek yelped, looking at Craig with a panicked expression on his face - even more panicked than the one he had at any given time. “ACK!- You gotta read it, babe! What if one of us gets injured, dies, and you never find out because you didn’t read the group chat? What if EVERYONE dies and our last wishes are all in the group chat? UGH!”
He then seemingly got really scared of this hypothetical situation he himself created, proceeding to hyperventilate and tremble on the spot.
“I don’t read them because you do, babe. Then you tell me everything. Your texts are the only ones I ever need to read.”
Craig patted Tweek’s hair a few times and kissed him on the forehead after speaking, which seemed to calm down the anxious male, who let out a contented sigh as his lungs seemed to finally allow him to breathe properly again. Everyone else around rolled their eyes at this, and Jimmy, out of the couple’s line of sight, stuck his tongue out and made a gesture pointing down his throat as if going to vomit.
“What do you guys do when the girls are mad at you, though?” Kyle asked, looking across the group, focusing on no one in particular - Kyle was the only one there who never managed to be in a long-term relationship (his surreal bad luck with women was extremely good content for jokes around those parts), and wouldn’t have an answer to that particular question.
“I just fuck mine ‘till she’s stupid”, Clyde answered immediately, with a hint of pride in his voice.
“Jesus, Clyde!” Tolkien gawped at the man next to him. Even if they were used to that type of vulgar speech, hearing it early in the morning on a Monday was a less than ideal setup. “Didn’t your mom teach you some manners or something?”
“As a matter of fact, no. She couldn’t.” Clyde looked sad for a moment. “But it’s real, you guys. Whenever Bebe starts bitching my ear off about some nonsense, I just take her somewhere private and give it to her good. By the time we’re done, she can’t even remember what it was she wanted, so it’s a win.”
“She probably just drops the issue because she knows you’re too stupid to hold any kind of deep conversation with”, stated Craig, earning a chuckle from most of the guys.
“Hey! It’s not like you’re any kind of master communicator either, Mr. Don’t-Read-The-Group-Chat!” Clyde retorted, hitting Craig - and Tweek, by association - right where it hurted.
By then, Cartman had tuned out the voices of all the other guys, the gears in his mind turning furiously. Clyde, however much of an idiot he could be, had unironically given him the solution to his most pressing problem.
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Later on, at night, the only lights on in a particular suburban street were those in the kitchen of the Cartman household.
Eric had an old cookbook open in the counter in front of him, alongside an assortment of ingredients and kitchen utensils. The food laid out seemed like your average components for making cupcakes - sugar, eggs, flour, the works -, but, hidden in the middle of it all, camouflaging itself nicely with the vanilla extract in a way that one would really need to pay attention to realize, was a bottle containing an edible aphrodisiac concentrate - the wonders of same-day delivery allowed it to be dropped off at Cartman’s doorstep right that afternoon when he bought it in the morning.
After being done with all the other ingredients in the bowl, following the instructions in the book to a tee - Cartman could fool around with many things, but food was not one of them -, Eric grabbed the tray with the liners he had set and transferred the mixture to them. After that, he picked up that one particular bottle, turning his attention to two specific tins closest to him in the tray, lined with red cases. The bottle had instructions in the back of it - thorough information about its content, advice about the amount that was to be used and general warnings -, but the cook was having none of that, instead dumping the liquid in the two tins until he felt satisfied. In his mind, the more effect it made, the easier for him.
When that was done, he carefully put the tray into the oven and moved on to other parts of the recipe.
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The next day, Eric Cartman was on a mission. Along with the usual backpack, he carried with him to school a small box that smelled faintly of vanilla. The cupcakes had turned out really dang nice, if he could say so himself, and now it was time to pacify a certain pair of lovebirds.
After going to the usual staircase, he was surprised to find that his target, the only one of those assholes he cared to see today, was not around - but it wasn’t without reason; ever since his outburst yesterday, most of the other guys had decided to leave Butters alone with his anger until the issue was resolved, so he got warned to take his sulking elsewhere because it was bringing everyone down. As soon as he found that out, Eric turned on his heels and continued through the hallways, leaving his other colleagues very confused.
Making his way to Butters’ locker, he found the blonde male unaccompanied, mumbling some nonsense as he picked up everything he needed for the upcoming classes.
“Butters! Hey, buddy.” Cartman approached him with a smile.
“Fuck off, Eric!” Butters slammed the door to his locker, startling everyone who dared to be around him.
“Woah, calm down dude, I just wanted to give you this.” Cartman opened the box in his hands and carefully picked one of the cupcakes that had the red liner, handing it to his infuriated friend. “Might make you feel a little better.”
“Oh- huh- Really? Thanks.” Butters seemed genuinely surprised that someone, no matter who, was being nice to him. He picked up the cupcake, taking a bite out of it right away and getting some of the whipped cream on the side of his mouth. “That’s awfully nice of ya. You’re a good person, ya know, Eric. UNLIKE SOMEONE I KNOW!” He said that last part too loud, facing the corridor, as if he expected you to be around so you could hear all about how much he hated you right now. Unfortunately, you were nowhere to be found - instead, he yelled that stuff right while a group of young freshman girls happened to be passing through, laughing about something. They jumped in fear, looking at him like he was a maniac, and quickened their steps to leave as soon as possible while whispering to each other.
“Yeah, yeah, Butters, I know, I’m amazing” Eric replied, absent-mindedly, setting his sights on the end of the corridor, planning his escape route. “Look, man, I gotta go, see you in class or whatever.” Not even saying a word more than the absolutely necessary, he left Butters’ side as well, this time looking for his next objective.
Luckily, he didn’t take too long to find it as well. Right as he turned the corner, you stood next to another set of lockers, next to Red and Wendy. As they talked eagerly about something, though, you kept to your silence, also dwelling on your fight with your ex-boyfriend. You just weren’t trying to make your anger everyone else’s problem was all, but the other girls knew better than to talk about it near you or ask you questions, lest a wrong word also have you snapping.
Cartman beelined to your group, and as you all saw him coming up, the happy chatter immediately turned into silence. “Hello, ladies”, he spoke, earning a raised eyebrow from you and a questionable stare from the two other girls. “Might I interest you in some cupcakes?”
Before anyone could answer, he opened the box in his hands again, carefully picking a cupcake and handing it to every member in your trio, making sure to give you the one with the red wrap. He had made sure to bring extra cupcakes just in case anyone else in the class might see him with them or ask about it, since just giving sweet treats to you and Butters and no one else would look extremely suspicious. The red liners were to separate the laced cupcakes from the others, so he wouldn’t give them to anyone else unknowingly, and among the colorful liners in the others, no one could see you and your ex getting the same color as nothing but a funny coincidence.
As he closed the box, though, you didn’t make a single movement, still staring at him with the baked good in your hands. “No need to thank me, you know. Aren’t you going to eat it?” He asked, tilting his head to the side slightly.
Your eyes narrowed at him. “You put your dick in this thing, didn’t you?” was the question that came out of your mouth. Red let out an “Ewwwww”.
“NO! Why would you think that?” He gasped, his eyes widening in surprise, like it was an absurd thing to even think about - even though it was definitely something he was capable of doing and everyone knew that. “Who do you think I am, some kind of psychopath?”
“Yes.” Your eyes went from him to the cupcake, turning it around in your hand, analyzing it for any obvious signs of tampering. “Farted on it? Put cum on the whipped cream? Is my mom dead on the filling?”
“No, no and NO! Christ, you do something once and all of a sudden it’s all people ever talk about.” He didn’t actually expect you to start asking so many questions - who questions free food? -, so he hadn’t taken the time to build up an actual excuse. “I just had too much batter and made a few extra to bring to class, can’t a guy just be nice anymore?”
You waited a little bit more to see if he’d say anything, if he’d give away any evil plans. Unable to figure out anything, you took the leap of faith, getting the cupcake near your mouth and slowly taking a bite of it. The taste that your tongue could pick up - plain vanilla, whipped cream, a little bit of chocolate from the sprinkles on top - was good, but nothing out of the ordinary. Well, you weren’t expecting Cartman to be some kind of superb baker, and there wasn’t anything that struck you as odd, so you continued eating. Seeing this, the girls around you followed suit with eating theirs, since if you couldn’t find anything wrong with it they probably wouldn’t either.
“See? Pretty good, isn’t it? Anyway, I’m gonna go and give the rest away, bye.” He left before you could interrogate him any further.
“What a weirdo”, stated Red. Before you could dwell on the subject more, Wendy warned both of you about the time, and your trio started making your way to class.
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For the next couple of hours, Butters felt like he was about to die.
His whole body felt hot, to the point where he was building up a slight sweat. During this time of the year and up in the mountains, this concept felt absurd, so when he asked the classmates around him to see if anyone else felt the same way, he was met with confused stares and Kenny putting the back of his hand on Butters’ forehead to check his temperature. He was warm alright, but he could tell this wasn’t a fever because this particular warmth felt more intense in the lower part of his belly, irradiating through his body.
The worst part that came with it, though, was the hard-on. It had popped up about an hour into classes, throbbing like crazy, refusing to go down and urging him to take action. He thought about asking for the hall pass to go to the bathroom and masturbate, but decided against it - because that would mean getting up in front of the whole class and standing there where everyone could see him. At this point, after so long, it all started to feel really painful, so he resorted to just curling onto himself on the chair as best as he could, waiting for the bell to ring so he could leave without drawing too much attention.
All the way across the class, you weren’t faring too well, either - just way better at hiding it. Some strands of your hair were glued to your forehead from the sweat, and you fanned yourself with an old crumbled assignment you found in the bottom of your bag. Under your table where no one could see, you pressed your thighs against each other, rubbing them together as silently as possible to create even the tiniest bit of friction to relieve yourself. As much as you did, it wasn’t nearly enough.
During this whole ordeal, you and Butters would look across the room towards each other regularly - even though you were mad at each other, you were the only person he could think about at a time like this, and vice versa. Every once in a while, your gazes would cross, both with completely panicked stares. Oh what you’d give to know what he was thinking at those times. But then, either you or him would realize the other was staring, and you’d immediately turn to the blackboard and pretend you were staring at it the whole time.
The bell ringing to announce lunchtime couldn’t have come soon enough.
“Alright class, off to lunch, we’ll-” The teacher started her usual speech to send all of you off, but before she could finish, Butters got up from his desk and bolted out of the door in extreme hurry, the speed with which he left being so intense that it knocked his whole desk back as he left and all his belongings scattered to the ground. “- Oh, I guess someone’s really into Taco Tuesday.”
As everyone got up to leave for the canteen, you thought about making a quick detour to the bathroom, maybe you could sneak in a little DJing session in one of the stalls, if you kept your quiet, just enough to get yourself through the rest of the day. Before you could make your way there, however, your girl friends made a whole group around your desk, and you had yourself cornered. If you wanted to leave anywhere, they were absolutely going to follow, so you begrudgingly walked to lunch alongside them, still trying to keep your legs as close to each other as possible. You weren’t sure if you’d even survive the rest of the day at this rate.
You hoped that lunch time and the interactions that came with it could make you distracted unlike the quiet classroom, but you were deprived of that as well. No matter how much you tried to pay attention to the conversations the girls were having around you at the table, the heat in your lower abdomen was too strong to ignore, and your thoughts always went straight back to poundtown at any given chance. More than once you had hands waved and fingers snapped near your face because someone asked you a question and you didn’t realize it.
Also, having scanned around the room with your eyes more than a couple of times like a turret looking for a target, you couldn’t find Butters anywhere in the canteen. You wanted anything from him, even his angry looks at this point were enough to get you going - your mind got busy drawing up all those detailed scenarios where he pinned you to the table, choked you, slapped your ass, pulled your hair, all that while pounding into you violently and calling you filthy names that you never thought you’d hear from his mouth, but that made sense in your anger.
But he wasn’t there, and you had honestly started to worry. The way he left class earlier had you wondering, who was he hanging out with that made him leave in such a hurry? Was he with some other girl? You usually trusted Butters a lot, he worshipped the ground you walked on and never gave you any reason to doubt his loyalty, but now that you had broken up, God knows what kind of shenanigans he could be up to. You certainly didn’t want to imagine the worst; not only because of the implication of betrayal on his end and the idea that he could already be loving someone else so soon, but also because it would mean he was getting a bunch of action while you couldn’t even masturbate.
“Earth to (Y/N)!” You were once again thrown out of your train of thought by Wendy Testaburger, snapping her fingers close to your ear to draw your attention once more.
“Wait, what was it again?”, you answered, looking around with your eyes focused on the peers closest to you. All the other girls at the table were staring back, some with anger in their eyes, some with concern.
“Ugh, nevermind. I’ll text you later, since you’re too good to listen to us today.” She made a dismissing motion with her hand. “The bell’s about to ring. Let’s head back.”
As your whole group got up to leave, you looked around the considerably less crowded cafeteria one more time, hoping to catch your ex lingering around, maybe he just came late for lunch? But unfortunately, he was God knows where still. You were expecting to catch some sights of him in class again, but that was unideal - the setting there was one of silence and concentration, two things that you had no intention of keeping up with.
You didn’t have to wait until then to see him, though. As soon as your group opened the cafeteria doors, he was waiting right on the other side of it, just waiting for you to leave for the hall. Coming up from your side, he pulled on the sleeve of your blouse to draw your attention. “Canitalktoyouplease?” was the sentence that left his mouth, almost too quick and slurred for you to catch.
“Huh?”
You turned to face him and the sight was almost absurd. Butters was usually well kept, his parents weren’t going to let him get out of the house looking less than presentable, but right now he was a whole mess. His hair was all shagged up and he was panting like he had just ran a marathon. The hairs closest to his forehead were wet and some droplets of transparent liquid were around it - could be sweat, the same problem you had, or he might’ve thrown some water on his face to cool himself down (which was also a great idea). He also had his jacket tied to his waist, which was weird considering it wasn’t hot this time of the year and he had been wearing it earlier. Did he spend the whole lunch period running track?
“Can- Can I talk to you, please?” He repeated more slowly this time, gripping your arm tight and making you wince from pain. He wasn’t aware of his own strength right now. Seeing the look on your face, he quickly removed his hand from your arm, but stayed still waiting for your answer.
“She doesn’t wanna talk right now, asshole!” Before you could even say anything, Red yelled out, moving right next to you and locking her arm on yours, to show him that you weren’t alone. “And it’s almost time for class anyway. Fuck off.”
You loved Red McArthur, you really did. That was one of your best friends right there. You didn’t regret at all having told her everything about your fight with Butters, were extremely grateful for the support she had shown you throughout, and you’d surely be glad for her intervention in any other situation. However, she was the one that should be thankful right now - thankful that the knives in the school cafeteria were dull, otherwise you’d have picked up one and stabbed her on the spot. You and your ex were still in a rift, sure, but he was the person you wanted to talk to the most right now and she was denying you that. Even if unknowingly, she was currently being the ultimate cockblocker, or pussy-blocker?
You took a deep breath, something that the other girls probably took as an attempt to dial down your anger at Butters, but that was in reality so you wouldn’t yell at your best friend in front of everyone else. “It’s alright, Red. Go on without me, we won’t take long.” You spoke as calmly as you could, waving them away with your hand and taking your arm away from hers.
As soon as you did so, Butters took you by the wrist and started to power walk in a completely different direction from everyone else, and you had a hard time matching his footsteps while trying not to bump into the groups of students everywhere. You wondered where the hell he was even taking you in such a hurry. For a while, he also seemed confused - he looked towards every door as you went, as if searching for something himself -, but then he made a decision, taking you up two sets of stairs to the third floor of the school building, where he surprised you again by pulling you inside the handicapped restroom.
Unlike the other toilets in the school, the ones reserved for handicapped people were single-user, and since there weren’t many disabled students that were willing to go all the way to the third floor to pee, this one was actually always seen to be in great condition. It was quite spacious to make it easy to maneuver wheelchairs, and also away from many of the actual occupied classrooms. Whatever it was that Butters wanted to discuss with you, he clearly didn’t want anyone else listening.
While he turned to lock the door, you took a few small steps towards the other side of the restroom, standing in the middle of it. You crossed your arms and straightened your posture, trying to look as stiff and unsympathetic as possible. Maybe it was overkill, you had agreed to be here so that already sent the message that you were at least willing to listen, but you didn’t want him to think for a second that he still had your heart on a chokehold like he did.
He took a deep breath as he turned to face you, as if trying to collect his thoughts. “Look, I know you’re mad at me and I’m mad at you and you prolly don’t wanna see me none, but I have no one else to turn to! I need your help!” He blurted out, his arms in front of him like he was ready to push you back if you were to become aggressive.
You frowned. “YOU need MY help? With what?”
“I… I can’t say it, okay?” He was fighting with his thoughts now, knowing that he’d need to speak up, but couldn’t bring himself to. “It’s a heck of a thing and I can’t really explain it and I don’t even know if it can be explained-”
“Stop with the rambling!” You stomped your foot on the ground to alert him. “Either you tell me what this is about or I’m leaving!”
At this moment, he averted his eyes to the ground, avoiding your gaze as if that would conceal his feelings of absolute shame. His hands moved to his waist, untying his jacket and letting it fall to the floor, and the reason why he wasn’t wearing it immediately became clear - he had a noticeable tent in the front of his pants, which the sleeves of the jacket previously hung in front of, covering the view.
As soon as you saw, it took you every little bit of restraint you had not to immediately drop to your knees, free his dick of its confinements and take it in your mouth to suck him dry. You felt your saliva building up, ready to make it as sloppy as possible too. But it would mean a complete lack of self-respect on your part to give in without at least him properly asking for it (you could faintly hear the voice of Red in your head scolding you for that), and you also needed to negotiate your own release, so you just swallowed it all back and waited as he built up the courage to continue talking.
“I tried jacking off in the stalls, watching porn on my phone, heck, even meditating to make it go away… It’s not enough. Nothing is. I NEED YOU.” He grabbed both your wrists with his hands and stared deep into your eyes as he pleaded. “I’ll do anything you want if you help me. If you never wanna see me again, I’ll leave! Forever! Just please help me! I can’t stand this anymore!”
You were far from wanting him to leave forever, not when he begged like this, looking like a hungry lost puppy. The poor man was so overwhelmed by his own arousal that he couldn’t notice the fact that you had taken a few steps towards him to close the distance between you instead of widening it. “Anything?” You murmured, to which he nodded vigorously.
You wriggled your wrists out of his hold and took his hand in yours, guiding it towards your crotch. Your other hand quickly opened the buttons and zipper in your pants, and you pulled it down just a little, just barely halfway down your butt. The wetness between your legs had created a damp spot in your panties, and when you guided Butters’ hand to feel it, the mere brush of his hand over your extremely sensitive area was enough to make your breath hitch even through the fabric. He noticed it immediately, and you saw his eyes widen. “I believe we can help each other.”
He needed no more explanation, maybe due to fear that talking any longer would make you change your mind. So he quickly clashed his mouth onto yours, needy and desperate, wrapping both his arms around you with unusual strength - whatever it is that was driving him mad was also making him act differently than what you’re used to, but you were here for it. As you kissed him back, you felt his usually soft lips to be slightly raw - he had probably been biting them in his anxiety earlier. You didn’t have a second to dwell on it, though, because his tongue swiftly started to brush over yours, an invitation for a dance that you gladly accepted.
Still completely glued to your mouth, Butters started to take small steps, which made you walk backwards, all the way to the other side of the restroom. As your back touched the wall, you felt one of the horizontal metal grab rails under you. You shifted so more of your ass was on top of it, not completely seated (the bar was too narrow for it), but just giving you the extra support in case you needed it. The current position had you firm on your right foot, while the other hovered slightly above ground. Your legs being more open also allowed for Butters to get even closer with his hips, his erection so close to your pussy, separated only by the clothes you both wore.
In one swift motion, Butters hiked up both your blouse and your bra, not even caring about the back clasps, taking everything off and exposing your breasts to the slightly cold air of the restroom as well as to his hungry gaze. The latter wasn’t true for much long, though - he closed his eyes and dove immediately with his mouth to your left nipple, sucking on it and flicking the hardened bud with the tip of his tongue, while his right hand took care of the other breast, massaging it softly. Your nipples were already sensitive by nature, but right now they felt connected to all other nerves in your body, and the stimulation had you whimpering in pleasure.
Your lover started to alternate between one breast and the other with his mouth, giving both the same amount of love and attention - wherever his mouth wasn’t, one of his hands was sure to be, kneading the soft flesh and flicking your peaks slightly. The other hand would then be running around your chest, arms and belly, feeling your soft skin and making up for lost time.
On your end, one of your hands grabbed hard on the metal rail below you, even if that wouldn’t do you much to make you stable. The other ran through Butters’ hair, caressing it - a type of caring behavior that almost felt out of place considering the borderline sinful thoughts you had all day and the situation you found yourself in right now, but that was doing wonders for him, since it made him even more eager to keep loving on your tits.
You could also feel his hips rutting towards plain air near you, as he tried to satiate his throbbing dick even a little bit. Not wanting to deny him any part of this experience when he was treating you so right, you moved one of your legs closer to him, putting your knee between his legs and allowing him to grind on your thigh. He took the offer immediately and responded by growling against your breast and sending some more shivers through your body with the vibrations.
The new stimulus had Butters going wild. He was getting more feral with his treatment of your body - taking your nipples between his fingers, tugging at them and twisting slightly. He started to graze your bud with his teeth, which soon turned into full-on love bites all across your nipples and breasts, the red patches not looking so jarring now that your whole skin was so flushed, but they’d certainly be a nice keepsake later.
When you started to feel that familiar tension in your muscles, the pleasure in your nipples spreading like a flame under your skin, it came as a surprise. You hadn’t ever climaxed from just him working your nipples before - hell, was that even possible? -, and it had sneaked up on you, first feeling like if lightning was gentle, an electric tingle all over your body that sparked like fireworks. Then there was no denying the well-known wave of pleasure that hit you like a tsunami, crashing your whole world around you and making your knees buckle.
Sensing your loss of balance in front of him, Butters quickly let go of your breasts and wrapped his arms around your waist. You wouldn’t have fallen either way, catching yourself in the metal bar behind you with a firm grip, but the consideration was appreciated. As he looked at you with a worried expression and breathing through his mouth anxiously, you felt the walls of your pussy spasming again and more slick dripping in your panties.
“You okay?” His eyes ran through your body, looking for anything that might be wrong, and coming up short. You were absolutely perfect as always.
“More than.” You purred with a smile, giving him a brief kiss. When your mouths parted ways, he tilted his head closer to yours ever so slightly, almost as if chasing your lips with his. Savoring his yearning, you pucker up your lips and make a kissing sound, before tugging at his shirt. “You’re gonna kill me like this though. Just let me feel you already.”
It was his time to smile. “Okay, honey”, he hummed, fixing his posture - and you closed your eyes happily, not having noted how much you missed him calling you pet names until now. He locked mouths with you again and his hands drifted down between you two, pulling further down the hem of your jeans and tracing your slit through the soaked panties, earning from you a sharp moan.
His mouth left yours so he could focus on ridding you of the rest of your outfit, and you held down on the grab rail with your other hand as he lifted your legs – first one, then the other so you could keep stability - to remove your shoes, pants and undergarments completely. You would’ve helped him to make the job quicker, but he seemed to be enjoying the ride now that he had you back in his embrace. Once he had fully taken everything off, he planted a quick kiss on the inside of your lifted thigh, making you shudder.
Slowly and carefully letting go of your leg, Butters took another look at your full body as you stood there naked for him. He wanted to kiss every inch of you, show you as much of his love as possible, but there was also this overpowering lust. Not wanting to spend another second more not touching you, he made quick work of his own pants and boxers while you grabbed onto his shirt and pulled it over his head, throwing it somewhere and allowing his bare chest to touch yours. You were both drenched in sweat at this point, and your naked bodies basically glued together like that, but in the haze none of that mattered.
Butters lifted your left leg up again and held your thigh firmly against his hip with his right arm, while his other hand stroked his shaft slowly as he moved to position it against your entrance. You felt your cunt clench tight as the head of his cock breached your folds, and you were sure he could feel it too, as his breath hitched and his eyes fluttered when you tried to look at them. “Need me that bad, huh?”, he murmured, giving you a kiss on the cheek. “I need you too, honey. Can’t be without you no more.”
With that, he thrusted into you in one swift motion - your surreal wetness making it easy for him to bottom out several inches deep inside of you, the familiar sting you felt as he stretched you being eased by how aroused you already were. The both of you moaned almost in unison at this very welcomed sensation, and in a moment of pseudo-clarity you remembered that you couldn’t be loud like this, a realization that did not seem to grace Butters as he started to push out and back into you with more fully open-mouthed moans. You quickly put one of your hands in the back of his head and push it towards the crook of your neck, where he starts to place quick but strong suckles and bites, not caring for - actually downright wanting - the marks they’d leave.
“Shh, honey” You whispered with the softest of voices, not wanting him to get discouraged, but still needing to give him a reminder. “Can’t get loud in here or they’ll catch us. Just do this for me, okay?”
It was hard for you to heed your own warning, though - with each quick and hard slam of his hips, plus his assault on your neck, you wanted nothing more than to have him hear just how good he was doing. You settle for biting your own lip and keeping your moans in your mouth, which to him seemed to sound even hotter - as he sped up the pace of his thrusts with newfound energy, getting high on the sound of your muffled whimpers and the wet sound of his dick plunging inside your weeping cunt.
The force with which his hips struck your body had you sliding up and down against the wall, your tits bouncing with the movement. His hot breath on your neck made the fine hairs on your whole body stand up, and your back arched, which made him hit that sweet spot inside of you even more perfectly now. Needing to be closer, closer, you let your hands go from the grab rails where they had settled before and wrap your arms around Butters’ neck, relying on him like your last connection to the Earth now. You were glad he had enough strength to hold you with just the lower half of your body pinned to the cold bathroom tiles while still jackhammering into you.
As Butters raised his head from your neck to take a brief look at you through his half-lidded eyes, he used a lot of self-restraint to not cum on the spot. You were a whole mess: disheveled hair, face moist with sweat, a soft reddish tint spread through your whole body, but more prominent on your cheeks, nose, and breasts. You weren’t staring back at him, eyes tight shut as the feeling of his cock inside of you distracted you from using any of your other senses. He wanted to kiss your rosy puffy lips again, but wouldn’t risk disturbing the pretty noises that came out of your throat as you tried so hard to not let out the loud moans you wanted to. “Yeah, that’s it, baby... You’re so… good to me...” He laid his head back on the crook of your neck, but didn’t go back to biting - instead, he inhaled deeply, taking all of your scent in, your faint perfume that he loved mixed with your sweat and… a hint of vanilla? “Lemme make you… feel even better…”
His last sentence slurred into nonsense, but in the blur you barely registered it. You also didn’t even notice how he sneaked his left hand between your bodies, coating his thumb with the splattered juices around your cunt before moving it up and rubbing quick circles in your clit, increasing your pleasure in an almost overwhelming way. You felt a sharp sting in your lip and a metallic taste - in your efforts to not make any noise, you had bitten your lip so hard it broke skin. The pain, however, was quickly overshadowed by Butters’ ministrations, and you slapped one of your hands over your mouth to silence yourself, leaning with your back against the wall again.
It wasn’t like any past fuck you ever had. Everything was heightened; You heard every slap of his skin against yours and all the little sharp breaths both of you took as you tried to avoid being too loud in your pleasure, you could feel every single vein in his cock squeezing through your tight walls, and you saw whole galaxies even through your closed eyes.
As that coil inside of your belly was getting tighter and tighter, so were your walls against Butters’ cock - and you knew that had to be catching up to him, as he started to lose the pace on his thrusts, and the muscle in his arms and legs seemed to become even more tense. “‘m- I- can’t hold much longer like this, sweets!” It seemed almost impossible for him to get the words out, having to say them through quick breaths as he got close to his release himself. “You’re just… too good…”
Then there was no warning as he let out a loud growl and his hips hit your body with one final deep slam, and you felt his dick pulsating as he filled the deepest part of you with his hot seed. The thumb in his left hand, however, still flicked your clit viciously, and so it didn’t take much longer for you to come undone, your cunt gripping his throbbing dick as the pleasure washed over your body for a second time.
As both of you dissolved into each other’s bodies, you found it in yourself to take his face in your shaky hands and press his lips to yours once more. Unlike your previous kisses of today, though, this moment was much more kind and full of tenderness, feeling exactly like the ones you shared throughout your relationship with him. You both felt loved and cared for, and while that rough fuck session took care of the needs of your physical bodies, the kiss took care of your souls.
You only dared part your mouths this time when it became necessary to breathe, and both of you sported soft smiles after you did, tired, but happy. You started using one of your hands to brush back through your fingers the multiple small strands of hair glued to his forehead, while the other caressed his cheek. He leaned into your touch, resting his hands on your waist. His dick was softening, but he didn’t feel keen on pulling out just yet, relishing the closeness of your bodies like this.
“I love you, Leo.” You finally broke the ice after a couple of minutes like this, giving him a peck on the forehead, to draw his attention back to Earth.
“Geez, by now I sure hope so!” You couldn’t help but giggle at his ever present sincerity. “I love you too, (Y/N).”
As you smiled and took note of your actual environment for the first time in a while, an idea came to mind. “Wanna get away from here?” You already knew what his answer would be to this offer, but you wanted to make your intentions clear nonetheless. “We can find someplace else where we can make some real noise.”
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You and Butters didn’t come back for the rest of classes, and nobody in school had an answer to where you were, either. All texts sent to you or him went unanswered for that day, and your friends had no idea what happened.
What they could certainly say they saw, though, was the pair of you arriving at school together the next morning with a pep in both your steps, chatting away and smiling as you held hands. Everyone was left speechless, and some even questioned if the last few days had even been real.
The only person who didn’t seem confused was Eric Cartman, his nonchalant behavior earning him plenty of questioning from the other dudes the following days, but he refused to admit to anything. And why would he, anyway? You and his friend were back together, happy as could be, the sun was up in the sky, everything was right. And, if it ever stopped being that way, he had a certain tiny bottle in the back of his wardrobe to sort things out again.
for the event, if you still write for south park, could i get headcanons of maybe the main 4 + butters receiving genuine, heartfelt compliment and love from their partner? male or gn if that's okay/needed!!!
i've been craving soft comfort qwq
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Here you are love!
South Park - Main Four (+ Butters) Reacting to Genuine Affection
Kyle
Okay, so you guys definitely have quite a bit of banter in your relationship
So at first it takes him a minute to figure out when you're actually being serious
"Kyle, you're so pretty."
He'll just blink at you for a second
When you don't give him a teasing smirk or burst out laughing, that's when he knows you're being real
And then his cheeks turn a few shades darker, and he looks away bashfully
He'll mutter something semi-coherently, not looking at you at all while he says it:
"Yeah, well... you're prettier..."
It's not that he doesn't believe what you say, or that he's embarrassed, he's just taken off guard
He actually really loves when you surprise him like that
He will be thinking about it for the next week at least
He'll totally zone out, too—just replaying that moment over and over in his mind
A little smile comes to his lips involuntarily, and he might even start blushing a little
He's just got to be careful not to do it around the guys... he'd never hear the end of it
Stan
He's convinced you're being fake or joking at first
Especially if it just comes out of the blue
"I love you, Stan."
He'll just blink, waiting for the "just kidding" or the punchline
When it doesn't come his face scrunches up a little
"You're... being serious?"
He's not trying to sound rude, he's just having a hard time believing you
He struggles with insecurity :(
No matter how long you've been together, he still doesn't know why someone like you would ever love him
But when you just smile sincerely and tell him that yes, you are being serious, his heart flutters
He definitely gets that huge lovesick grin of his (you know the one)
And he'll look at you with the purest loving gaze
Be prepared for a bear hug :D
And maybe some happy tears on your shoulder
Butters
It doesn't even occur to him that you might be joking
He believes everything you say, unless it's ultra-obvious you're joking
And even then he's more inclined to take whatever you're saying/doing as genuine, if only for his own delusional enjoyment
So, even if it comes out of nowhere, Butters accepts your affection
"You're the best thing in my life, Butters."
He'll put on a huge grin, taking your hand and squeezing it excitedly
"You're my favorite ever, Y/n!"
Cue the tooth-rotting fluff
This is how you two often fall into bouts of sickeningly sweet affection; cuddling, hand holding, "no-I-love-you-more" competitions...
It is very cheesy
But Butters LIVES for it
He loves it when you can both be all genuine like that; it increases his own confidence, plus it gives him a chance to show his unending love for you :)
Kenny
I feel like Kenny's really good about reading your emotions
And matching them as soon as he's aware
So even if you're in the middle of the goofiest goof session, he'll flip the switch just as quick as you
He'll know you're being genuine right away, and wastes no time being dumbfounded or anything
"I'm so in love with you."
You can see his cheeks going a little pink, but he smiles the brightest smile and hugs you tight
Then he returns the affection in full; both physically and verbally
It doesn't matter if you were being verbal or physical with your affection, he'll give you both in return
"I'm in love with you, too."
Depending on if you're in a silly affectionate or serious affectionate mood (again, he'll know), you may or may not end up in a hybrid cuddle-tickle fight
Otherwise you'll settle down somewhere and just bask in each other's arms
Maybe playing with each other's hair, mumbling sweet nothings, listening to heartbeats and breathing
Cartman
He is NOT going to take you seriously (or at least that's how it'll seem)
Even when he realizes that you are, indeed, being serious, he's going to make fun of you
"I love you more than you even know."
He tries to play off the way his cheeks turn pink and the way his heart flutters
He'll look away, waving his hand dismissively at you
"Pff, whatever. You're so cheesy, Y/n."
In reality, he's internalizing what you said and it's getting him higher than the moon
And he can't help just hugging you, at the very least
Or pretending to suplex you as an excuse to get you laying on top of him with his arms around your waist
Then he'll start to think about what you said more, and after a while he'll mutter, almost inaudibly:
"I love you more, stupid."
He'll never admit that he said it (activate gaslighting mode), but he secretly hopes that you really did hear it, and that you believe he said it (despite what he'll try to make you believe)
Because he meant it, and he wants you to know that he feels the same about you :)
Thanks for this request! And thank you so much for reading, take care doves <33
Summary: Butters gets grounded by his parents, causing his phone to get taken, as well as no outside interaction from his friends. Unable to take the separation, you sneak in through his window to see him.
Note: All characters in my fiction are aged up unless stated otherwise. Readers are intended to be fem readers unless stated otherwise.
This work is NSFW
Word Count: 3,375
You opened the window from your bedroom, and looked down at the ground, seeing the distance between the second floor and the ground outside. You gulped softly, before you looked in front of you, seeing the tree that was between your front yard and Butters' yard. The tree had long and thick branches that extended close enough between the both of your windows. With ease, you grabbed onto the window for support before sticking a foot out, and resting it on the tree branch. As you gained proper footing on the tree branch, you gripped onto the above branch tightly, maintaining your balance.
With caution and ease, you took slow and steady steps across the branch, and climbed up on the branch that extended out towards Butters' bedroom window. You smirked deviously as you held out a hand, and knocked a few times on the window, seeing that it startled the poor boy. His eyes went wide as he jumped from his bed, and opened the window to talk to you.
"Y-Y/N this is dangerous, what if you fall...!" Butters was concerned for your safety now. "You're going to hurt yourself, get the hell in here." He reached out and grabbed you by your waist, helping guide you to his open window now, slowly allowing you to kneel and crawl through the window space. He helped you down, and pulled you into a tight embrace before you could even properly stand.
"I couldn't help it, I missed you way too much..." You whispered, not wanting to alert Butters' parents and get him in trouble for having company over. "I just had to see you, I know you'll be out of your prison cell soon, but I can't wait much longer." You returned the tight hug. "You don't even have your phone, I can't text you."
"I missed you too, you have no idea how much I've just wanted to see you." Butters also kept his voice down in a whispering tone. He looked you deep in your eyes, before pressing his lips against yours, and running his hands down to your sides now, pulling your body closer to his.
You wrapped your arms around his neck as he pulled your body closer, wanting to deepen your so far passionate and innocent kiss. His hands gently ran up and down your sides, not being able to really decide just where they wanted to rest. You felt his hands trail lower past down your hips now, and he ran them down to your ass, grabbing tightly. As you pulled away you couldn't help but let out a quiet moan.
As you pulled away from his lips, he trailed soft kisses down your cheek, along your jawline, and down to your neck. He continued to squeeze tightly onto your ass as he pressed open mouthed kisses against your neck. You felt blush tinting your cheeks as he overwhelmed you with his affection. Without him saying a word, he took a seat on his bed and pulled you on top of his lap.
Without realizing, you were straddled on his lap now, your hands caressing his jawline as you pressed your mouth against his again. He softly ran his tongue along your lips as he begged for access inside of your mouth, but you were stubborn and didn't allow him. A soft smirk spread across your lips as you felt him try to beg for access, but you wanted to be as difficult as possible, make him work for it.
Butters had other ideas in mind, and removed a hand off your ass, before smacking it a little rough, squeezing it tightly again after giving a smack. This causes you to open your mouth instinctively to let out a gasp from the sudden sharp pain on your rear. He took advantage of this, and explored your mouth with his tongue. Poking and prodding, his tongue explored your mouth, and softly rubbed against your own.
As your heated kiss progressed longer, you were able to feel something begin to poke you. You pulled away from the kiss slowly, and couldn't help but smirk deviously. "Is someone happy to see me?" you teased him, softly and ever so agonizingly slow, you swayed your hips against his boner.
He bit the bottom of his lip tightly as he inhaled sharply, the friction against his boner was way too much for him to handle. "D-don't move like that, you'll make it worse..." He shut his eyes tightly as he tried to maintain a calmer composure. There's no way he could take you to pound town without it getting noisy and his parents finding out.
"Oh, you don't like my body on yours?" You purse your lips slightly, almost seeming to pout at his comment. You smirked deviously as you slipped off of his lap, and were able to get a full view of the bulge in his crotch area. Without giving him a chance to stand or cover himself, you got down to your knees, in front of him and pressed the tip of your index finger against the hardness in his pants. "Oh my~" You cooed softly.
"Y-Y/N, please...-" Butters whimpered softly as he watched you rub soft circles against the sensitive area now. He had a deep red blush tinting his cheeks, just watching as you inched your fingers close to his pant button. Without much hassle, you unbuttoned his pants, and pulled the zipper down, slowly freeing the erection they were hiding.
A soft smirk spread across your lips as you tugged on his pant legs, shimmying them down his hips and yanking them completely off. Now his boner was able to expose itself more as his boxers weren't as restricting as his pants were. "Well these are in the way too, hm?" You spoke softly, before hooking your fingers into the waistline of the boxers and yanking them down slowly.
You watched carefully as the boxers were pulled down low enough to allow his boner to spring up, free from the restriction of his boxers now, too. Without wasting more time, you pulled his boxers down his legs and tossed them to the side where his pants were at now too. You hummed softly before pressing your index finger against his shaft, very slowly trailing your finger up and down the warmth of his cock.
Butters shuddered and held back a whine as you were so slow and how delicate your touches were. You moved your body closer between his legs, and moved your face closer now, sticking your tongue out against his shaft and licking a very slow, and soft streak up to the tip. Up and down, you ran your tongue in slow and teasing lines against his shaft, just getting him ready before you were going to really show him what you were capable of.
Changing the pace now, you pressed a soft kiss against the tip, before parting your mouth over it, and delicately swirling your tongue against the head. With this, you could feel him twitch as he already began to pre. Then, you pushed your mouth deeper onto his cock, trying to take in as much as you could, all while making a sucking motion. Up and down, you bobbed your head at first at a slow pace, but randomly increasing the speed when he least expected it.
"H-holy shit, f-fuck..." He spoke softly under his tone, his breath hitching as he tried to hold back on making noise. "It feels s-so good... Just like that." He told you, shutting his eyes tightly as he tried to hold back again, not wanting to cum so early.
Now that his cock was nicely lubricated with your saliva, you pulled away from it and reached your hand up to softly grab onto his shaft. You made a stroking motion at the bottom of his shaft as you gave soft kisses against the head. Between kissing and licking the head of his cock, and the stroking at the base, he involuntarily began to buck his hips, not wanting you to stop.
However, without warning, there was a knocking heard on Butters' door. His eyes went wide as he quickly turned around, and yanked the blanket that sat at the edge off his bed, and covered you, as well as his lap. Thankfully with the position you two were in, his back was already towards the door, and he was facing the window, so you didn't have to move from your spot, just stay still.
Stephen opened the door not too long after he knocked a few times, and stood in the doorway now, seeing that his son was on the edge of his bed, facing the window. "I just wanted to let you know that your mother and I were going to be headed out to dinner in a few minutes... What are you doing?"
"Oh... n-nothing, dad I'm just looking out the window and contemplating life." Butters quickly tried to lie so that Stephen wouldn't get curious and walk over to see what he was really doing.
Unfortunately, you were feeling a little adventurous and wanted to hear Butters have to hide his moans and not be obvious while someone else was around. You smirked deviously as you opened your mouth, and fit his cock inside again, running your tongue against the vein that traveled up his shaft, which seemed to make him react alright.
Butters whimpered as he tried to contain himself, but there's no way that he could keep that one held back. As punishment, he pushed down on your head from outside of the blanket, causing his cock to ram deep into your throat, but he didn't let you back up, no he held you there.
"Are you... crying?" Stephen definitely heard the whimper from Butters, and must've mistaken it for him crying.
"Y-yeah dad, I-I'm sorry..." Butters tried to speak, but felt as your saliva was just dripping down his cock and balls, making him want to go absolutely feral. "I-I won't bother you with my crying, sorry sir."
"Well, we're going to be headed out now... So, you're not allowed to leave the house. We'll see you later tonight, son." Stephen finished off the conversation, and shut the door as he left the room now. Holy shit, he didn't suspect a thing!
Butters reached a hand under the blanket, and got a fist full of your hair, as he yanked your head off his cock, allowing you to breathe now. You felt blush burning your cheeks as you panted, trying to catch your breath after having to hold it from being forced down. His gaze was stern, and his face was burning with blush as he stared you deep in your eyes. "You're such a bad girl, Y/N. I don't think I can let that kind of behavior go... unpunished..." He spoke in a devious tone now. "You heard that my parents were leaving, so you're shit out of luck."
Your heart leapt in your chest as he suddenly had a change in mood. You couldn't help but want to melt in his arms as he was taking charge now, and guided your head back to his cock, expecting you to finish sucking him off. "Finish what you've started." He commanded you now, pushing the tip against your lips.
Without wanting to disappoint him, you parted your lips and opened your mouth to suck on his cock again. This change in attitude has gotten you so turned on, and the fact that you were getting him excited was making you want attention too. However, you didn't want to stop until he came, so your fingers had other ideas in mind. You slid your fingers down your pants and under your panties, as you softly ran your middle and ring finger against your clit, and occasionally between your lower lips. You moaned against his cock as you were pleasuring him, and yourself at the same time now.
With his hand still gripping onto your hair, he was the one to set the pace of your sucking, guiding it up and down as he also thrust his cock deep into your mouth. He grunted, and groaned with each thrust, knowing it was just causing him to only reach closer, and closer to a climax. It just felt way too good, he wasn't sure if he was going to be able to prolong it. You felt his thrusting get a little more erratic as he must've been close now. He pressed your head deep against his cock, shoving the full length in, and held it there as he came.
You felt as the thick and warmth of his cum filled your mouth and trailed down your throat, forcing you to swallow as he didn't allow you to move your head until he was finished. He allowed you to lift your head back up when he finished cumming, you opened your mouth and stuck your tongue out to show that you swallowed every last drop.
"Wow, you really swallowed it all, huh? Now you're being a good girl." He removed his hand from your hair and trailed his thumb against your jawline ever so gently now. "I'm sorry, Y/N but you still have to be punished for earlier, I just can't let that slide." He shook his head softly, and got off the bed, pushing you to the floor.
He saw that you had a hand down your pants, and gasped. "Did... I give you permission to touch yourself?" He grabbed your wrist, and forcefully yanked it out from your pants. He watched as you gulped, and shook your head softly. "Well, I'm not sure what to do with you, you seem like you're just trying to purposefully push my buttons." He sighed, and hooked his fingers into your pants and panties at the same time, yanking them both off at once.
Butters reached two fingers down, as he rubbed them against your clit in a circular motion, swapping between circular and up/down motion. He didn't even need to lubricate his fingers, you were just already that wet. "You got this excited just from pleasing me?" He almost seemed impressed, as he continued to tease your clit with his fingers.
You arched your back and moaned as you ran a hand up to your breast, grasping onto it a little tightly from the sudden surge of satisfaction you were feeling, getting so close to your orgasm. However, you weren't allowed to reach that peak as Butters quickly removed his fingers, and stopped his motion. He saw you were close, and wasn't about to let you finish.
"W-wait, no...!" You tried to shoot your hands down to finish off an orgasm, but Butters had beat you and grabbed onto your wrists, and pinned them above your head. He hovered above you now, in a straddling position as he kept your arms above your head. "Please... P-please..." You whimpered softly, the uncomfortable feeling of being left at the top was agonizing you.
"I'm sorry, Y/N but I told you I had to punish you." He reminded you, as he reached under his bed, and retrieved a belt. "I'm sure you'll be a good girl after I teach you to obey my word, right?" He cooed softly as he wrapped the unbuckled belt around your neck, and yanked the clasp to where it wasn't choking you, but wasn't loose either. "Now... get on all fours." He commanded in a deeper tone than earlier.
You had no idea what the hell had gotten into Butters, but god did this just turn you on even more. The way he commanded you around, told you what to do, and now this? It was almost exciting for you, but very different from your guys' first time. Without questioning, you obeyed him and got on all fours for him, exposing your ass to him as he was still behind you. Without giving you a chance to react, he slammed his hard cock into you, and yanked on the belt, just enough for you to still be able to breathe, but lift your head and cause your back to dip, which only exposed more of your ass toward him, giving him more access to ram into you.
He kept a tight grip on the belt as he thrust his cock deep inside of you, and the other hand placed on your hip to keep you in place. Your mind went blank as his cock filled you up, all you could think about was how much you pleased him earlier, and how good it felt to have him be so rough with you. It's like a switch flipped inside of him, causing to be so dominant with you. You weren't going to question it, but secretly hoped that he would show this side more often.
You panted as he was ruthless with your body, pounding into your pussy without mercy. Especially from behind, it's like he filled you more compared to the missionary position you did the first time. His fingers dug deep into your hip, causing slight pain, but the pain wasn't going to keep you from enjoying this 'punishment'. You felt him lean in closer, causing his thrusts to reach deeper inside of you now. This only caused you to whimper and moan out without having the ability to hold back.
You continued to moan and whimper, as you felt your body coming closer to a climax again, nearly losing your balance, feeling your legs tremble to hold you up. Butters smirked deviously, knowing you were at your limit again, and completely stopped thrusting, only keeping his cock inside of you without moving his hips. "Beg for it, Y/N." Butters smirked.
"P-please..." You gasped softly, not wanting to go through the inability to climax again. "Please...!" You heard how pathetic your begging sounded, which only seemed to amuse him further.
"Please...? I'm not sure what you want from me, pretty." He teased you, dragging this on longer than it needed to go. "You're going to have to be more specific with what you want from me." He chuckled softly, before pulling tighter on the belt.
"H-haaah fhhhhuck..." You couldn't even hold back on your moans, you were right where he wanted you. "Fh-fhaha...! Fuck me... Fuck me, please...!" You felt intoxicated from this session. Your mind felt blank, words were so hard to form in your mouth, that fuzzy feeling and complete bliss feeling from before all attacked you at once as you were so close to your climax.
"That's so hot, Y/N..." Butters couldn't help but grant your request, as he thrusted into you again, at a quicker pace than earlier. "H-holy shit you're so gorgeous..." He bit the bottom of his lip as he continued to thrust deep into you, wanting to give you the best that he had now.
He knew you had to of finished when your panting and moaning got quieter, and he felt the walls of your pussy clamp onto his cock tightly, which just about pushed him over the edge. He pulled out of you quick, and came on your lower back, panting as he slowly released his grip on the belt. This allowed you to lower your head, and collapse to the floor, panting softly as you tried to gain your composure after such an intense orgasm.
Butters' eyes went slightly wide as he then lay beside you on the floor, and gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. "You okay there, pretty?" He cupped your cheek in his palm, and tried to see if you were alright. He smiled warmly at you when you nodded your head, indicating you were just fine. "Good girl." He whispered softly, before wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly.
I FELL INLOVE WITH THE KYLE FIC OMG??? OK OK WHAT ABOUT THIS.
the main gang with an S/O that is like, VERY VERY SNUG/TIGHT, like unnaturally tight (but not negatively ;)). Also a virgin, like the biggest virgin out there, completely oblivious to stuff like that and super sensitive to touch in general, talking just a graze of fingertips might gain a small whine. I'm thinking maybe a correct adjective for this would be just the classic virgin reader + the things listed. AAAAA FEEL FREE TO DO THIS DEPENDING ON HOW YOU HAVE ENERGY I KNOW UR SICK😭🙏
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..sigh you just love to do things to my brain don’t you anon.. WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME- NEOCIE IM GONNA GO FERAL RAWR RAWR RAWR jk I’m such a sweet girl, I’m an angel I would never. Tehehe. And I’m sick so I’m an even more touchy just brain melty mood.
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Kyle’s gang + butters with virgin reader!
Established relationship ₊ ⊹
All characters are aged up! Highschool AU! ‧₊˚✩彡
Kyle, Stan, Kenny, Cartman and butters 𐙚
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: smut/ NSFW, some degrading
Kyle 🐇𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒🪐
“Just like that holy fuck.. you’re so good for me.” Kyle let out a low moan, his head leaned far into his pillow whilst you slowly rode him. “That’s it baby, slowly, don’t look away, keep looking at me, that’s it. Keep watching me baby” his hands held either side of your face in an attempt to keep you with him, to keep you from looking away from him. Your legs shook on either side of his waist, your hands covering your face as you helplessly rutted against Kyle. You practically sucked him in earning groans and whimpers from the lanky gingers lips. “Fuck you’re tight.” He couldn’t hold back anymore, not with the way you gripped so tightly around him, not when he was trying to pull out to slam back in. No you gripped so tight he couldn’t even pull out. It was enough for him to grip onto the sides of your face harder, pulling you down so your forehead rested on his and he snapped his hips up into a ruthless pace.
- He’s a sweet boyfriend. He’s just a sweet guy in general. So when you tell him you’re a virgin he of course would never ever judge you for it.
-what he didn’t know was everything he did could basically make you drip on the spot, and majority of the time it’s shit he doesn’t even think of. He’s sitting with you in a restaurant with Stan and the rest, he softly touches your thigh, opening it to drag you closer to him. He doesn’t think a thing of it until you let out a squeak. Everyone raises their brows, Kyle looking at you when he feels your thighs squeezing his hand. Ahh.. you were sensitive too.
-“have you.. ever touched yourself..?” He asks curiously before feeling you shove his shoulder “Kyle broflovski!” “What? Sorry, I’m sorry. I just. Wanted to know” there was silence before you slowly nodded. He thought for a moment “has anyone else ever touched you?” He questioned again, watching as you shook your head side to side looking at him with big doe eyes. Your hands placed between your thighs. He softly bit his bottom lip, watching your body gently rock back and forth at the thought “do you.. want to be touched?” He slowly scoots closer to you, watching as you slowly lay back on his parents couch, his hands coming to tease the hem of your pants.
-he goes so god damn dumb when you grip him. He doesn’t know how to act. It’s like his brain shuts off and he goes into auto pilot. He’s usually gentle but fuck when he feels you grip so tightly, tight enough that you can feel almost every curve and vein littering his cock, he’s biting your shoulders and slamming into you. He’s swearing, panting. He’s so fuck drunk he doesn’t know what to do.
Stan .° ༘🎧⋆🖇₊˚ෆ
Panting. He’s a panting mess. He tries to form words but he’s so focused on trying to find a deeper angle, trying so desperately to feel you tighten even more then you already were. Your finger nails dig into his raven locks watching as your feet bounce due to your legs being locked around his waist. He was slightly hunched over, his hands on your ass to lift the bottom half of your body off your bed by a couple centimetres, his face buried in your hair while he lets out pleasurable grunts. “Stan!” Your lips spewing his name made him open his watery eyes, lips immediately coming to your ear. “I know, I know. I’m right here.” His hips snap as he slowly sits up, his member pulling out but with a struggle, his tip being the only thing remaining in your gushing warmth. “Can you take some more for me? Hm? Think you could do that?” When he watches you nod he gently takes your legs from his waist and pushes them against your chest, finding himself thrusting deeper at the new angle, your walls clenching so god damn good.
-“virgin? Really.. you? Are a virgin?” He almost doesn’t believe you because to him he can’t see how someone like you could be one. He’d thought everybody would be all over you. But he would admit he was proud to be the one to take it from you. He’s kinda dumb. So he doesn’t catch on. He just thinks you innocence is just, well how you are. But no.. no it’s for many reasons.
-he guides you 100%, you might actually make him a bit nervous because he doesn’t want to ruin this for you. He doesn’t want to take your purity away in such a vile way, he actually wants to make sure it goes exactly how you want. Tell him and he’ll do it. “You’ve got it babe”
-like I said Stan is a little dumb from time to time so he just doesn’t understand why you can’t sit still on his lap. He doesn’t get why your legs are practically shaking and stuttering against him when his large calloused hands come to hold at your hips. Maybe he’s not dumb he’s just, oblivious. He’s noticed that when he sweeps the hair from your neck to the other side you shudder, gripping onto his arm. “Are you? Are you good?”
-when he finds out the reason for it being you were a virgin he kinda.. likes it. He likes that he can be the one to make you act like that, how a single touch from him could have your legs open for him. Of course he takes is time with you. But he does enjoy teasing you from time to time.
-.. the first time you give him a handjob he’s definitely staring at you. He’s on the couch because his parents aren’t home. So what a perfect spot to do so. Your hands pump his cock so well while you partially hide your face, turning it the other way. His arms are resting on the head of the couch, one hand coming to turn your head so close to his you can feel his breath. “Don’t shy away from me..” his eyes are on you, nose pressed to your cheek as you pump him faster, you bottom lip tugged harshly under your teeth.
Kenny ₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉
“Mm I think you can take more sweet thing.. shhh I don’t wanna hear another word. You lay and look pretty for me yeah?” Kenny’s pace was torturous as it was; but having him grip onto his headboard, and pushing you further into his sheets was enough to make you clench harder around him. He shivered, his smile growing wide enough to expose the missing tooth on the right side further back. “Kenny please! I can’t do it.. I-i can’t take much more” you pushed at his lower stomach, still your grip around him was hard for him to pull out, pulling out would mean feeling every inch of his cock and that alone was pleasurable enough to send you to your edge. “Awh the poor baby, that’s a shame isn’t it, cuz you are” he was quick to take your jaw in his hands, pounding into you, his other hand pushing down on your shoulder to keep you from squirming. “Fuck I love the way you clench around me, like you don’t want me to leave” he cooed at you. Feeling yours fingers scratch and grip at his sides and lower stomach once more.
-he’s a horndog. So finding out you’re a virgin? “SCORE” he’s jumping over the moon for joy! Really it’s nothing to be so happy about, so giddy, but he’s just more or so happy it gets to be him that shows you everything.
-he’s probably one to tease tremendously until you finally lose your virginity to him. He likes watching you twitch and squirm at every touch he gives, but he makes sure his touches are extra touchy. He’ll walk behind you to grab your chest, when your making out his tongue is tracing your collarbones all the way down to the hem of your underwear. He wants you to feel like it’s about to happen but he’ll keep you waiting just a little longer.
-he’s probably gotten you to hump his leg. I’m not kidding. He was sitting on his bed, watching you walk around a little too tempting for him. He wasn’t exactly ready to do things to you quite yet, and he didn’t want to force you but when you ended up on his floor, sitting on his foot to try and get off. That shit eating grin never left his face. “Where did that pretty little innocence go hm?” “Kenny.. s-stop it’s not funny”
Cartman 🎧✮🧺✧˖°
“You’re so pathetic.” cartman pulled out, before pushing himself back in further “squeezing and gripping my cock like you don’t want me to stop.” He repeated slowly pulling out before pushing back in. “You go so dumb for my cock you can’t help but clench onto me huh? You silly little thing” who knew Eric cartman was also a teasing little shit even in bed. You. You did. Your hands held onto his shoulders, your feet planted on his bed, knees up and shaking as he worked his way to a somewhat quicker pace. He kept his thrusts short but he was deep. Both due to him and you pulling in him each time he tried to pull back a bit. “Eric, m-mm~” he cocked a brow stopping for a moment before looking at you fully. “Go on, say it, I won’t move until you do” your eyes shot open “mmm- more I want more please” he chuckled gently “you greedy bitch, I’m giving you so much and you want more” he listened though, he gave you what you wanted. He always did in the end.
- “pfft. Fucking virgin” he was too. So don’t let him get to you. Is he going to tell you that? Fuck no. Do you know? Yeah most likely I mean it’s cartman he’s lucky he even landed you. “Cartman shut up. That’s fucking rude and it’s not funny” you crossed your arms. “I’m sorry I’m sorry.. hmm” you shot him a glare. “Cartman.” He placed his fingertips to his lips “it’s just.. a little funny” he pinched his fingers together to make a small gap between his thumb and pointer finger. “I hate you.”
- a fucking tease, like Kenny he uses it to his full fucking advantage. He’ll tease the fuck out of you but just won’t give you want you want. You want him to take your virginity and baby he will. He just wants to get you all pent up, hot and bothered.
-from time to time, when things feel like they’re getting closer, and both of you are practically undressed his tip is teasing at your entrance, slowly circling before he stops for a moment, “hm, I don’t know, I’m feeling a little *yawn* sleepy yknow?” He smirks before laying down on his back watching as you look wet and dumbfounded, legs slowly closing as you sit up. “What the hell Eric..” he looks at you. “You could, suck me off? How does that sound?” You roll your eyes lowering your head at his commend. Don’t worry.. he’ll do it. He just likes to tease you to the very edge, to where you think you’ll get it.
Butters ˚☆🐈*๑
“P-please I won’t last much longer if y-you keep doing that..” butters stutters his words. He has you in a mating press, his legs surprisingly keeping him up, as he slams back down repeatedly. “I’m sorry baby.. I-i can’t he-help it oh my god~” your hands run through his hair, his head lowered towards yours as his lips try to reach your own. You clenched around him each time he pushed in. And god did he love watching himself pull out to watch you grip, your juices coating his member. And when you were left empty he watched as you pulsate trying desperately to find him. The look of it.. fuck he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t help but to give your tight fit exactly what it wanted “ahh~ lord.. I’m so close~” he whispered against your lips. He knew if his parents seen him now he’d be grounded for god knows how long but Jesus you drove him crazy the way you sucked him back in.
-“virgin? Well that’s alright darlin! Me too! We can learn together!” What he doesn’t know is you’ll have him sucked in, he can’t escape. Not that’s it’s bad. But he becomes addicted. Ever since the you told him, all he’s had on his mind is you gripping him so tightly, your warmth and softness. He’s like a rabid little bunny. But he does keep it to himself, he wants to be gentle with you, sweet and attentive the very first time. You both wanna make sure the other is comfortable.
-he finds it cute when he touches you and you practically moan. Because.. he does the same thing. You touch the back of his neck? He’s shuddering and moaning at the way your fingertips softly lingered. He loves when you you lay him down on his bed, lifting his shirt to kiss around his belly button, your lips lingering against his slight bright blonde happy trail. And he does the same to you, his lips tracing every inch of your body until he reaches between your thighs “mmm.. can I?” He asks gently “well I’ve never done this before so if it’s bad.. I’m sorry” he looks up at your with puppy dog eyes, making sure you know he’s just never done this. When you give the okay, he gentle.. but he can’t help himself when he tastes you, he’s immediately got your legs over his shoulders, and he’s making you squirm and scream. He’s very proud of himself. He’s not much of a tease but he tries to when he gets in the mood
“Well don’t you look awfully pretty” he mutters in your ear, watching the blush creep onto your cheek and you squirm in the place you sat. He’s not the greatest at teasing but hey he tries. And he makes sure you both learn one step at a time.
-but once he’s had it once…. There ain’t no going back. He’s like a wild dog off its leash.
Im sick.. and I’m feeling.. in the mood. I love them. I want them.
Little things Professor Chaos does for New Kid! Reader after a battle.
Sorry this took me a bit, been busy!
☆ First things first, Professor Chaos knows the most important part of turning the tides in battle is minions. Taking care of your legion is important, so before his Chaos army packs up after a fight, Butters is going to be checking up on each of his Chaos army members. He's picked up minimal spanish from his time as Mantequilla, so he checks on his hired workers and the dogs wrapped in tin foil. Catch him handing out tinfoil covered juice boxes and ham sandwiches, or little 'Princess Kenny' brand bandaids.
☆ You're a hero, so he's not technically supposed to patch you up, but that doesn't mean he wants to hurt you! He'll avoid directly attacking you, and might occasionally drop a healing item or two onto the floor.
☆ He admires you so much! You're a real hero, not just someone doing it for money or fame (like a certain Trash-panda themed hero). A part of him worries you could never really be his friend because of his love for chaos, but, surely if you knew what he'd been through you'd understand.
☆ "You're impressive moves, and good looks are no match for Chaos, New Kid!"
☆ You'll frequently end up 'kidnapped' and taken to the U-Stor-It for interrogation, but Professor Chaos seems to have no desire to figure out what Raccoon and Friends are actually up too.
☆"Mwahaha! Foolish hero, you've allowed yourself to get caught up in the chaos of battle! Now you're officially my prisoner." Professor Chaos cackles, a crack of lighting crosses the sky as he stops laughing and seems to grow a bit awkward. "Uh, I'm gonna interrogate you now, okay? Don't go anywhere, I gotta get my minions for back up-" About half an hour later, he's having you aid his 'villainy' by feeding carrot sticks to his sweet gerbil minions.
"So, new kid, what kind of... what kind stuff does a hero do when they have free time? You know, and who do they, uh, who do they hang out with?"
