Hi hello hey. Can. Can you write oral fixation FTM reader ok bye
Mr. Kyle Broflovski always had something in or near his mouth. You didn’t question it.
Lollipops, the ends of pens, toothpicks, the eraser side of a pencil… Anything, really, he just always had something between his lips.
If he had been more like some people he knew, he might even have a cigarette. He just didn’t mess with those damn things. He had enough lung cancer being around people who smoked through his teenage years and young adulthood.
You noticed that he always had something in or around his mouth, but part of the reason that you never questioned it was that you were the same.
The only thing was that you never realized that his little fixation may go elsewhere too.
You’d cum against his tongue at least three times already. The skin on your thighs was becoming irritated from the feel of his beard rubbing against them with each movement he made.
“Ky- s-sir, ‘s too much,” you would whine, tears pricking your eyes. Kyle only hummed against you, offering no reprieve. It actually only sent sensations through your aching, abused folds. Which in turn only pulled more whines out of you, and you could feel the bastard smirking smugly against you.
You probably would have been irritated if you hadn’t been dizzy with pleasure.
Kyle’s mouth never stopped moving, his tongue flicking against your clit as he suckled it into his mouth. You continued to whine and writhe under him.
The older man’s large hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you.
Kyle ate you out like a man starved. You could feel that familiar coil tightening in your lower belly and it made you whine and moan as you gripped his hair, thighs beginning to close around his head. He allowed you to do that, only because he adored the feeling of your plush thighs around his head.
You practically saw white.
You moaned, head falling back. Kyle smacked your thigh and earned a soft yelp from you.
Kyle removed himself from your cunt, his face glistening with your arousal. Oh, he was beautiful. He looked just as ruined as you did.
You were panting for breath as he crawled on top of you.
“You’re gonna be nice and quiet for me,” he murmured against your ear as you whimpered. “Can you do that for me, baby?”
You sniffled softly and nodded as the ginger thumbed your lower lips apart. Kyle pressed the tip of his dick against your sensitive folds, carefully pushing in. He let out a deep groan and you let out a soft moan.
Your promise of quiet was already forgotten. Kyle chuckled softly, almost darkly. Oh, how he adored watching you fall apart.
Before you knew it, his fingers were shoved unceremoniously into your mouth. “Told you to be quiet, didn’t I?” The old man rasped.
You whimpered as you weakly nodded, thighs trembling as he began to roll his hips into yours.
He’d started gently. But within moments, he was groaning as he slammed into you with reckless abandon.
You squealed and moaned, eyes rolling back, but all of your sounds were muffled by his thick fingers in your mouth. You sucked diligently, practically hypnotized.
You were overwhelmed in the best possible way.
Kyle grunted as he forced his thick length in and out of you, relishing in the way you squeezed around him, so, so wet and so, so wonderful. It was like you were meant for him.
“Such a good boy, huh?” He groaned. “Good boy taking my cock so well… So cute like this…”
He was rambling, just as lost in pleasure as you were. “Cute little whore just for me. Adorable…”
Oh, you were fucking done for. You were clenching around him. Desperate and wanting.
And Kyle, oh he was so whipped for you. Yes, this was lustful and dirty, but he loved you so goddamn much, if he could give you anything in the world, he would without hesitation. He would gift you the world in a hand wrapped box, tied with a ribbon in your favorite color.
“Gonna let me fill you up?” He panted as he felt himself getting closer. “Gonna give me a family, huh? I’ll take care of you.”
He would. He’d dote on you and the kids you gave him.
You whined louder, momentarily clenching down around him. Kyle chuckled at that.
“Oh, you like that? Dirty boy.” His words were harsh but his tone was gentle. He cooed at you softly, lovingly.
He couldn’t have possibly been expected to hold back. He pulsed inside of you, so hard that you winced. It damn near hurt, but it felt so good as he came inside of you, his free hand gently rubbing your clit in tight circles.
You were brought to the edge again so easily, clamping down around him as you moaned around his fingers.
He rode out his own orgasm and brought you through your own, cooing about how adorable you were, how good you were for him. How lucky he was to have you all to himself.
Kyle finally slowed, panting as he remained inside of you, plugging your puffy and abused hole with his cock.
He removed his fingers before he gently pulled out, rubbing your hips gently as you whined softly.
The rest of the night, he spent holding you and pampering you.
Kyle was ruined and it was all your goddamn fault. Of course, you didn’t mind and neither did he.
found some old PC stankyle that i rlly like so im posting it here. transcript of the text since its probably hard to read:
💭"dont worry, i only think about us when i drink - i drink almost everyday. drowning in a fantasy fuelled by the artistic brush of alcohol i see us in a heavenly escape. dont you feel the same crushing agony when we stray apart? if you could read my mind im sure youd see my obsession as crass and perverted- how could one perceive such a devote and life long friendship in such a sick and twisted way for ones own pleasure? surely he knows how deeply evil and vile i am. he could never love a wreck like me. look at me please. please look at me. please please please please."
