South Park x Reader One Shots

Ginger Bred (Kyle x Reader)

"Thank you for taking care of Ike for the weekend bubbie." Sheila hugged Kyle and then you.

It was the weekend before Hanukkah and Sheila and Gerald were headed to New York to visit his cousins. The cousins had terrible motion sickness and weren't able to come to South Park via plane.

The Broflovskis had recently adopted a baby from Canada and, unwilling to travel with an infant, left you and your husband Kyle to watch him.

Gerald says his goodbyes and reminds you of the detailed instructions he'd left for Ike's care.

"If you need anything call us."

"Don't worry, I'm sure we'll manage," you assure him.

After they leave, you look down at the tiny new baby in your arms as Kyle sits at the downstairs office catching up on his work.

Kyle

Kyle's concentration was broken when he heard Y/N messing around in the kitchen mixing baby formula. He watched as she took a seat and began to bottle-feed the baby.

Kyle had never given much thought to having kids. It wasn't a subject ever brought up. But he found himself strangely mesmerized. Y/N knew just what to do and how to keep Ike happy.

Something snapped in him watching her rock him in her arms.

What is happening.

It was as if some dormant instinct was finally coming to light.

...

Soon after you lay Ike down in his crib in the nursery and head to the master bedroom dresser to fold the baby clothes, Kyle stands behind you and gently wraps his arms around your waist.

"How's it going with Ike?" He asks.

"Pretty well, he's an easy baby, doesn't need much."

"I think you just make it look easy."

You blush at his compliment.

"We've been married for a year now," he asks, "why don't we have any kids?"

His question catches you off guard.

"I don't know, it's not something we ever talked about."

"I think it's about time."

"For what?"

"To have a baby." He whispers.

Kyle's words send shivers down your spine, "you want one?"

"Or three," His hands slide to your hips.

"Or five" he kisses your neck, "or seven..."

You laugh, assuming he must be joking, "Haha! Why stop at seven? Why not ten?"

When he didn't laugh in return you realize that he's serious.

"As many as you'll let me. As many as possible."

His fingers trail down into your panties and begin to rub your clit making you melt into his touch as he continues to kiss your neck. You knew he was smiling, pleasantly surprised to feel you starting to get wet.

He put his other hand over your lower stomach and pulls you against him, his hard cock pressing into your ass.

"I think you'd look cute pregnant."

"Oh yeah right," you roll your eyes, "that's when guys get turned off."

"No way, seeing the proof of us fucking, running my hand over your bump..."