South Park Smut And Such

Kyle x Cartman: Toxicity (Part Two)

(Possible TW: a sex scene without consent. I do not approve of rape or sexual harassment, this is purely fictional.)

I've been "dating" Cartman for a few weeks now. His attitude and aggressiveness has only gotten worse. I'm not allowed to hang out with the guys anymore. I'm not allowed to hang out with anyone other than him. Ike has not interfered since the night it first started, and I can't be more grateful for it.

Who knows what sick shit Cartman would do to him. Images of Scott Tenerman flashes in my mind, which makes him stare. "Everything okay, Kahl?" I force a smile, "Ah! Of course, dear, just dreading the math test." He nods, giving me an icy look. I smile again, kissing his cheek. I still feel ill everytime I show him fake affection, but I've learned not to puke.

He smirks, and grabs my face, making my eyes widen. His lips smash into mine. He's never kissed me before. This is absolutely disgusting! His lips are crusty and stabbed over from picking them, and they're wet with spit. I close my eyes in case anyone is watching, and wrap my arm around him.

The kiss breaks, and I look away. He growls under his breath. "How about we hang out at my house after school." My stomach drops, but I nod. "Of course, babe. I'd love that." We head our separate ways to classes, and I feel a tap on my shoulder. When I move to turn however, a rushed voice speaks to me frantically, "Just keep walking." I recognize the voice; it's Stan's.

"Please tell me what's going on, Kyle. I know this isn't you, you loved hanging out with us. We...we used to he best friends. I'm hurt, Kyle. I wish you would talk to me. I know that asshole is up to something." My heart drops. But I'm doing this for Stan. For myself as well. I'd rather spare him the embarrassment and me the rejection.

"Nothing is wrong, and I'm fine. This is why I stopped hanging out with you, you just can't accept that Cartman makes me happy. And that hurts me, because yes, you were my best friend." I walk off hurriedly, picturing the dejected expression that had to have been on his face. Those blue eyes, brimmed with tears. His face flushed with hurt and anger. His figure slouched over in defeat.

I spend all class period thinking of him, and then Cartman grabs me into a hug. Lots of other students watch, some seeming entirely grossed out. Me too. We walk back to his house, it's freezing cold as always. The snow crunches beneath out feet. "So, I thought our agreement was only for in public?"

My voice is higher with anxiety. "Did I say that, you dumb fuck?" I fall silent and shake my head. We walk into his house, Leanne isn't there. Odd. Did he finally let her get a job? Cartman smirks, "You know what I miss most about Heidi?" "No." He looks devilish again, "The sex." I feel myself go pale. Surely he isn't implying...? He drags me up the stairs and into his room, shoving me down o to his bed.

My eyes widen. "Cartman, no. This is crossing the line." "I'll spill your gross little secret, Kyle. You're my boyfriend, and couples have sex." He's serious. "I don't give you consent."

⚠️The sex scene⚠️

"I don't need your consent." He chuckles darkly, ripping my jacket off rather harshly. His eyes are glistening with something sinister. "Cartman, stop! I don't want this!" I wince as he slaps me. Tears well up in my eyes. He pulls my shirt over my head, his fat and grubby hand skimming over my chest. I shiver with discomfort.

I try to break away from his touch, but he punches me instead. "OW! FUCK!" He smirks again, his hand reaching down and tugging at my pants. My eyes widen again, and I try to make a run for it. I get to the door, when my head is suddenly slammed against it. My vision blurs for a moment, and he gets my pants off. Tears roll down my face now, and he takes mt boxers too.