South Park x Reader One Shots

Extra Credit pt. 2 (Kyle x Reader)

The next morning you wake up, not surprised that once again you've underperformed. Taking the professional route was getting you nowhere. You decide to pull a page out of your own erotic fiction and try your hand at seducing him.

Kyle

Kyle droned on about the course with Y/N on his mind. She always looked so attractive in class, even when she showed up in sweats. Today she had something a little more revealing on and it was giving him flashbacks to the story she'd written. Just the thought made his cock stir. He stayed behind the podium for the remainder of the lecture in case it became too obvious. When everyone began filing out the door he watched Y/N out of the corner of his eye, and refused to make eye contact.

Please don't come over here.

"Professor Broflovski," she said energetically leaning over his desk and exposing her cleavage.

He shuffled the papers on his desk as if they were the most important documents on campus, even though they were just flyers for the new Casa Bonita opening. "What is it."

"I need your help."

The way she said need made his dick harder. He adjusted himself under the desk.

"Yes, go on." He was growing impatient, eager for this interaction to end so he could run to the bathroom and take care of the situation.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

...

The question caught him wildly off guard leaving him frozen in place. It's the perfect time to fish for any sign that might suggest he has any attraction to you.

He turns his head away from you with his eyes on the floor. "No. Sh-shouldn't you be looking for someone your own age?"

A Cheshire smile spreads across your face. He does like you.

"I was asking on behalf of Professor Choksondik. She wanted me to find out if she would be wasting her time pursuing you or not."

She wasn't. But it was a good cover.

"But it's interesting your mind went to me," you walk to the side of his desk and lean on the edge, "you don't think I should be with an older man?"

He closed his eyes briefly before taking a deep breath, "No. No, I don't. I think you should enjoy your youth."

"And what activities should I be doing to enjoy it? Didn't you have your first kid at twenty-three? That's two years younger than I am now. Maybe I've been wasting time studying and should be spending more time fucking."

You catch a faint whimper from him as he breathes, barely audible, "That's enough." He lifts his head finally making eye contact, "What did you need help with?"

From this angle, you catch a glimpse of his hand over his fly, "Are you hard? Mr. Broflovski?"

"When you come to my desk and utter obscenities at me, it's only natural, now please leave."

"Why?" You walk around to his chair, "so you can masturbate?" You straddle his lap facing him with your ass pressed against his massive boner, "wouldn't you rather be inside me?"

He whimpers as you lean into his ear and whisper, "I need your help, Kyle. Touch me."

You tentatively kiss him and without resistance, he accepts your tongue in his mouth. His hands run up the back of your shirt and in one fluid motion undo your bra. There was no awkward fumbling, no messy movements, he had the experienced touch only a man his age could have. You break the kiss to take your top off and grind against his lap.

Kyle's kisses are deliberate and lingering. His hands wander over your body as he takes in the scene. "You know, I read that document you sent on accident."

"What? Why!"

He mused, enjoying that you were the one now put at a disadvantage, "I didn't get an email telling me not to."

Kyle brushes a lock of your hair away from your face, "I really should be thanking you for sending it. I've been under so much stress lately and so fucking horny."

You throw your head back as he kisses along your collarbone.

"Are you sure you want to be with a man my age?" He runs his fingers teasingly over the waistband of your pants.

"I want to be with you."

Both of you take your clothes off in a desperate frenzy and he sets you naked on his empty desk with your legs spread. He sits in his chair and runs his tongue up your pussy, just barely touching your clit. You buck against his face begging him to put his fingers, his dick, just something inside you.

After edging you several times, he stands up with his cock in his hand lining up his sensitive tip with you, "Before we continue, are you on any kind of birth control? And don't lie to me, it won't help your case. I know you just want a better grade."

"Yes, I am."

He shudders as he slides into you, feeling the result of his teasing, "Ah -fuck, lay down for me."

You lay back on the desk with your knees bent, opening for him as he gets closer holding onto you as he thrusts, "You're not a bad writer, I think you're the best. I just wanted to challenge you."

He gasps and squeezes his eyes shut whimpering as you tighten around him feeling butterflies in your stomach, "Maybe I have been a little too harsh on you."

You arch your back and tug on his curls as he braces his arm on the desk and one hand on your breast, while sucking on the other.

"It's not just for a grade," you moan, "I wrote that story thinking about you."

You feel the vibrations of his muffled moans and his cock throb. He captures you in another kiss and stands straight with one hand holding onto your hip and the other on your lower stomach brushing his thumb over your clit. No guy your age would know how to touch you like that. He wasn't selfish like they were, he effortlessly made you finish first.

"God I love how it feels when you cum all over my dick. How about this, if you let me cum in you I'll ease up on your grades."

He barely finishes the sentence when you say yes. The sounds he makes as he builds up are incredibly hot. He braces both hands on the desk, his hair falling in his face as he floods you.

...

"I don't know how you managed to do that."

The two of you were cleaned up and clothed sitting beside each other in the auditorium chairs facing the desk he had previously debased you on. You were surprised to find out how much you had in common and spent hours getting to know each other.

"To do what?"

"Become a dad at twenty-three, "

"It wasn't planned, but it was a happy surprise. Things were different back then."

"I can't even imagine having two kids at my age."

He turned in his chair to kiss you, "I can."

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Requested by kenziegirlie