Nice Guy {Kyle Broflovski x Reader}

Part 39

"I can get used to this," Kyle whispered after pulling away from the kiss for a moment.

"Me too," you breathlessly whispered.

With the new amount of air in your lungs, you pulled him in again. You wanted this moment to last forever, so you were going to do everything in your power to keep it going.

Kyle let out a breathy laugh at your desperation before giving you one last kiss and pulling back. "Unfortunately," he brushed a strand of your hair out of your face, "my mom is going to be home any minute."

"What?" You looked at the clock, which was titled just barely, so you couldn't read it. You could have sworen he said that his mom was going to be gone for hours, "You said your mom was going to be back at 6?"

"Well," he leaned off of you and titled the clock for you, "It's 6:05, so yeah, she'll be here any minute." The shock in your face made him laugh.

"How?"

"Time flies when you're making out," he grinned at the cheesy line he spoke.

You replied with a groan as you propped yourself onto your elbows. "In my defense, last time I looked at the clock, it was 4."

"Yeah, then you started sucking on my face for two hours."

"Aw, do you wish I didn't?" You fake pouted.

He rolled his eyes.

"Also, you were sucking on my face, too," you pointed out.

"Whatever," he pushed himself off the bed fully, going to open his door before his mom came home and yelled at him for it.

"Uh, Kyle," you called for his attention, "Might wanna fix, uh," you guestered to his hair that was more frizzy and messy than normal due to your hands running through it for two hours.

He quickly spun to the mirror on his wall, adjusting his hair to look normal. You laughed at his frantic state. He shot you a glare, "you might want to consider looking at a mirror as well before you start laughing."

That shut you right up, causing you to get just as frantic to see the mess of your face. The face that mirrors your own was nothing less than surprising. Your hair was tasseled and frizzy in a way that it looked right after waking up in the morning after falling asleep with wet hair. Your lips were swollen and puffy, which caused you to look at Kyle's and notice the same redness. Looking back at the mirror, you saw the wrinkles that covered the front of your shirt.

You truly looked like a mess, way worse than Kyle. But with a couple of brushes and pats, you looked most normal besides the puffiness of your lips. You looked back at Kyle, the same time he looked at you. Both of you asking, "Better?" At the same time. Which caused a laugh and a nod in response before you heard the front door open downstairs.

"Bubbie, I'm home," Kyle's mom called out.

"Bubbie?" You questioned. Kyle's face flared in a bright red.

"Mom! She's here!" Kyle shouted downstairs.

"Oops! Hi dear! Sorry, Bubbi-

"Mom!"

"Sorry, kyle!" Her laughter traveled up the stairs.

After the month or so of being with Kyle and over at his house, you've never once heard him get called by that. "So, bubbie?" You asked again.

He clamped a hand over your mouth before you could tease him, "I don't even want to hear it."

You let out a muffled laugh before licking his hand in order for him to let go.

He just raised a brow at your action, not moving his hand away. "We just made out for over two hours, and you think your spit scares me?" He asked, confused.

A deep blush coated your face at his bluntness.

"Now, do you want food? My mom's cooking dinner," he questioned, still not moving his hand.

You nodded in reply. Immediately, he let go and walked off to go downstairs, you following right behind him.

The second you got downstairs, you had Ike running up to you. As always, he was enthusiastic to see you. Kyle says it's because he had a crush on you, which you found halirious. He didn't.

"Hey bud," you greeted the 12 year old.

"Hey! Want to see the balance bridge I made?" Ike smiled as he hugged you.

You looked at Kyle, trying to see if he was okay with you running off. He just rolled his eyes and shrugged before going to help his mom. "Yeah, sure."

With that, he dragged you up the stairs and into his room. "It won the contest," he beamed.

"Woah dude! Mine broke with one book," you laughed. Him showing you the project reminded you of the same project you did in 7th grade. Having to glue popsicle sticks together in a bridge and making sure they didn't break with weight. Tweek and you just made a messy blob of the sticks and hoped for the best. It didn't go too well, Tweek and you got 2nd to last place, the last place going to Cartman and Kenny, who just broke it on purpose. Similarly to Ike, Kyle won first place with Tolkien.

"Yeah! Mine held 5 textbooks," he smiled.

Ike was proving to be quite a show off, just like Kyle. "Kyle's held the same amount. You're just like your older brother," you laughed at the Similarities between the two.

"Am not, I'm better," Ike pouted.

"Mhm sure, don't let him hear you say that," you joked.

"It's true! Kyle worked on his for an hour! I took 30 minutes," he bragged.

"Ike, I literally gave you my notes for that," Kyle spoke from the doorway.

You jumped at his sudden voice, "Jesus! Your footsteps are light as hell!"

He smiled at you, "Dinners ready, come on." He pulled Ike out of the room and led him down the stairs. Ike bounced down them as soon as he saw the dinner. Without Ike around, Kyle turned around to you, "See? Totally likes you."

"What makes you think that?" You crossed your arms.

"He literally started shit talking me and hyping himself up," Kyle laughed.

"Ease drop much?" You teased, "Jealous?"

"Very," he rolled his eyes and pulled you in for a quick kiss. Parting from you when his mom called for him from the table.

Authors note:
Kinda went in a random direction for that last bit. Just a btw the ike stuff is just a joke between you and Kyle. Because often people with way younger Siblings have them liking their s/o
ALSO GUYS!!! Smut isn't going to happen asap, I want it to be natural and not rushed!