Kyle and Kyle + Head, Body worship, rough and ready!! (I think I could've gone rougher in retrospect I'm sorry lol)
Kyle x Nichole
[Kyle Broflovski Masterlist] [Order At The Smut Cafe!]
They hadn’t been together long, but it seemed like Nichole’s apartment had quickly become their apartment, and their space.
When Kyle slipped into the shower with her, Nichole wasn’t surprised. She was ready for another round of a game called Who Used The Most Shampoo and maybe a quickie.
But when he grabbed her hips and pushed her back up against the tile? All of he breath escaped her lungs in a quick, sharp gasp.
“Kyle, what–” She started, but he had her hips in his grip and his mouth crashed right onto hers.
The kiss is urgent. Hot. Wet. Then slower. His tongue slipped in her mouth and it rolled over hers in the filthiest rhythym.
It was a lot more like he was telling her this is happening, rather than asking for it.
The water pounded against his back as he leaned into her, tasting traces of soap and her sharp little gasp, “You’re gonna let me take care of you. You’re gonna let me show you how perfect you are. Or I swear to God, I’ll keep you here all night until you believe it,”
Nichole arched into him like instinct. She was so breathless and caught off guard she could only nod.
That was the thing about Kyle: He seemed predictable and then out of nowhere he said “I love you,” the way some guys say “Don’t move,”
At least that’s how it sounded to her when he said it into her mouth.
He fell to knees, kissing, biting, dragging his teeth along her stomach, her hips, her thighs.
“You’re so soft. Every time. Do you even know what you do to me?” He murmured into her skin.
He sucked a bruise into her thigh, right next to the apex of everything holy.
All she could do was whimper. She let him. God, of course she let him. Her hands came up automatically, threading into his damp curls, tugging him closer.
“See that?” He mumbled, his hot breath ghosting over her clit now, “That’s me. You’ll look in the mirror tomorrow and remember exactly who marked you,”
He suddenly grabbed her ankle, and threw her thigh over his shoulder.
“Look at you,” He licked a thick stripe up her slit, “Perfect, all mine. Every inch of you, Nichole. No one else even gets to look,”
Then he finally put his mouth on her.
Her head thudded back against the wall and her eyes slammed shut as a helpless sound tore out of her.
He lapped at her heat like he was starving, like she was something he’d been wanted for years. His tongue worked relentlessly while his hands kept her in place.
“God, you taste so fucking good,” He muttered between licks, dragging his tongue slow, then fast, then sucking hard enough that her hips jerked.
She tried to say his name, but it came out cracked, useless.
He didn’t need her to speak.
He was already looking up at her, green eyes full of a desperate kind of devotion. He leaned in and pressed his mouth back to her slit, slow and open-mouthed, and the sound that came out of her made her bite her lip so hard she tasted copper.
“Don’t hide from me. I want to hear you. Louder, Nichole. Let everyone know who’s making you feel like this,” He rasped against her skin, voice vibrating through her.
Her head snapped back against the wall.
The rush of water pounded down, drowning everything except the wet, obscene sounds of his mouth on her and her own helpless gasps.
“You’re so fucking pretty. Do you even know what you do to me? Look at me when I say it,” He said, nipping at the bruise on her thigh, “I want you to know it’s the truth,”
Nichole’s hips twitched again, in time with another helpless whimper.
Kyle just kept going. He licked into her like he was afraid she’d disappear.
“You don’t get it, do you?” he whispered, kissing her thighs, then diving back in, harsher, hungrier, “You’re everything. I’d burn the fucking world down for another taste of you,”
That did it.
Her knees buckled, thighs clamping tight around his head as the pleasure crested, crashing over her in waves so intense she couldn’t breathe. She sobbed his name over and over, the water beating down as she fell apart in his hands.
Kyle didn’t stop. Not until she was shaking, gasping, and sliding down the tile.
He caught her, dragged her onto his lap on the wet floor, pressing his mouth into her shoulder while she shuddered through the aftershocks.
“Look at you. Look what I did to you. You’re wrecked, and you’re still the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,”
She wanted to argue, to laugh it off, but she couldn’t.
“You’re mine,” He murmured, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her throat, “All of you. Don’t you ever forget it,”
Nichole’s whole body trembled but she clutched his face in her hands. For once, she didn’t quip, didn’t deflect.
