Stirring in her sleep, (Y/N)'s head swelled with pain, and she began to notice the way her tongue felt like sandpaper against the parched, sticky roof of her mouth. Blinking slowly, the light peaking through the curtains shone directly into her eyes, causing her to flinch. Groaning, she lifted her hand to her face, in an attempt to rub away her sleep, only to notice something blocking its path. Groggily, she turned to see what it was, only to shout out in surprise when she noticed a long, muscular arm was draped over her.
"Jesus fuck!" She yelled out, lifting the covers. A deep breath emanated from the figure, and Craig Tucker shifted his head to look up at her, confused. Once he came to, however, he shouted as well.
"What the fuck?" He exclaimed, ripping himself away from her body and from the bed, standing up, shock plastered over his face. (Y/N) stared back in exasperation, before her eyes trailed down, past his hips, to where his boxers should have been.
"Ah!" She screamed. "Y-You're naked!" Pointing at him in horror. Craig looked down at himself, before grabbing the duvet to cover himself up, only to turn a flustered red when the action revealed her also naked body.
"So are you!" He said, more dumbfounded than anything else. (Y/N) quickly attempted to cover herself up, before deciding to roll onto the floor next to the opposite side of the bed, her flushed face peaking over to look at Craig in confused horror.
"Wait, why am I here?" She whisper-yelled, conscious that his parents might be home.
"I don't know!" He whispered back, his head pounding from the imminent hangover. "Turn around!" He ushered, causing the (H/C) girl to bury her hands in embarrassment as she sunk further into the carpet. She heard her phone notification go off, and she turned to see a text from her Mom.
Mom: Hope you had fun at Wendy's last night, honey. What time will you be home? Lunch is @ 1:30pm x
Oh, thank God for Wendy Testaburger.
Suddenly, a large hoodie and shorts were thrown over to her side of the bed, followed by a door quickly slamming shut. Peaking over the bed once again, (Y/N) noticed that Craig must've left the room, in order to allow her to change in peace. Grabbing her underwear that was stuffed into the corner of the room, she quickly got dressed, sitting back down on the bed. Her mind raced, wondering what exactly had happened. Howe had she ended up at Craig's? She hardly remembered him being there - she only...
Oh.
A stinging pain in her nose reminded her of the events from last night, how Craig and his friends had shown up unannounced; how Pete and Clyde had a big fight, and how Clyde's elbow had accidentally hit (Y/N) in the nose.
...And, of course, her standing up on her tip toes to kiss Craig.
(Y/N)'s hands flew to her face as she cringed into her palms, the hangxiety almost faring too much to handle. The door swung open again, revealing Craig with a large bottle of water. He awkwardly coughed when he saw her blushing face, his ears too coated with a similar shade. He chucked the bottle toward her, as he stood rather rigidly near his wardrobe. The two remained in silence for a short period of time.
"Did we...?" (Y/N) asked, though she was sure she knew what the answer was already.
"Uh, I don't know..." Craig responded, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.
(Y/N) became conscious of something stuck to her leg. Gingerly, she looked down, only to find a used condom stuck behind her knee. Shakily, she lifted it up, as Craig's jaw almost hit the floor in surprise.
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Time To Live A Little (various South Park x Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N)'s been going out with Trent Boyett since he came back to school in Freshman year. However, after some "unfortunate" circumstances, Trent was sent back into a Juvenile Detention Center. Now she's freshly single, a few people begin to realise no...
