South Park x Reader One Shots

Babysitter Pt.2 (Kenny x Reader)

Masturbating in Kenny's room was a bold move but you couldn't pass it up.

His sheets smelled like him and when you closed your eyes you could almost feel him next to you. You imagined what his dick would look like while standing naked before you and what he would sound like. You thought about him breeding you, fucking you over and over again showing you how much your practice handling kids would come in handy. It was the best orgasm you'd had in a long time.

The twins' fortune floated in the back of your mind and at the forefront was what they had said beforehand.

Daddy talks about you a lot and we think he likes you.

What was he telling them?

...

"I'm home!"

All the kids ran for the living room and jumped on Kenny. They were all speaking so fast you could barely make out your name.

"So you had fun with Y/N?"

"Can she stay? Please?"

"Guys, Y/N has her own house, she can't stay here."

"She can if you get maaarried. " One of the twin boys teased.

"Oooo!" The other added on.

Kenny's face flushes making awkward eye contact with you. He was usually so confident and it was funny for a little comment like this to throw him off. He quickly changes the conversation.

"So I got a text this morning from Clyde, his kids want to have a sleepover with mine so he's picking up both of the twins tonight."

Kenny's oldest daughter came down the stairs with a backpack. "I'm going out tonight too."

"Where's your brother?"

"He already left."

"If you're staying with your boyfriend be careful. I had you when I was only a year older so keep that in mind."

"Ew."

...

Within an hour you were alone in the house with Kenny.

"Seriously, I really appreciate you doing this for me," he pours the both of you a glass of wine, "It's a lot to ask of somebody to take care of a full house overnight on such short notice."

"It's no problem really. I had fun, it's weird to say but I felt at home."

"I know, you looked like it."

You almost choke on your drink, "What?"

"Huh?"

"You said I looked like it. Do you have cameras in here?"

"Not that many just the living room, the kitchen, the hall," he whispered, "the bedroom."

You couldn't speak. How often was he checking the camera feed? Did he see...

"I know I should have told you, that's on me but, If I had, I wouldn't have gotten that show you put on last night."

Maybe it was the aphrodisiac from the wine speaking but the voyeurism was really turning you on.

He was already sitting close to you and you were hyperaware of the small gap between you. "I think about you a lot. Seeing you like that, I don't think I'll ever get it out of my head."

"The girls told my fortune last night."

"And?"

"They said you're going to marry me, funny huh? Their terminal bachelor dad tied down by a younger woman."