Fallen Star - (Kyle Broflovski X Reader)

Chapter 4: Easier said than done (Kyle)

Her last message seems to taunt Kyle as he paces around his kitchen and adjacent living room. His mind is scrambling, so he goes to sit down on his bay window which overlooks the city and get his thoughts in order. What the fuck was this girl doing to his head? And why does it bother him so much? He's known her for less than 24 hours, why does he care if she goes out with another guy? Or gets a boyfriend. Who isn't him. Oh fuck.

He gets up to go lie down on his bed, but only makes it as far as the couch. His head lolls off the arm rest, and he closes his eyes. He tries to think about something to get his mind off it, but every train of thought leads back to her. He remembers he has to get a haircut soon, then thinks about how her hair seems to frame her face so perfectly, illuminating those gorgeous eyes that look like they can still see the good in him. His body hurts from going to the gym after work so he spreads his hand across his aching abs, and recalls the electric touch from her fingers touching his in the elevator. Suddenly, his abs aren't the only thing aching.

He sits up straight upon realizing he's growing hard. A loss in sex drive was one of the side effects that happened to his body when he started killing, any erotic thoughts becoming muddled along with thoughts of the mutilated bodies he had massacred. But as he reaches down his pants, his mind can only think about her. Of her body on top of his this morning after knocking into him, of her shocked expression at seeing him shirtless, of how the grazing of their fingertips jolted every sense in his body. But then his brain takes it a step further.

How would it feel seeing her naked? To be in front of her dripping pussy, all for him to worship and adore. Or to see her down in front of him, on her knees, begging for his cock. He pulls it out of his boxers and starts to massage the tip, letting his pre-cum drip out along his shaft. He strokes himself thinking of how soft and warm her breasts would be in his hands, all ready for him to suck and nibble on. The hickeys he could leave on her neck, marking her as his only. But in his mind, the hickeys start to look too much like the bruises on the corpses he would drag to hell. He closes his eyes and grips his cock harder, trying to distract himself with other thoughts of her. Like how her face must look when he brings her to climax, the walls of her pussy tightening all around him, screaming his name only. Crying out for him to let her cum, just like how his victims used to cry out for him to let them live.

His eyes open wide and he lets go of his cock. It twitches, waiting for him to finish it off, but he'll be damned if he cums to the thought of Y/N & murder, no matter how much his body wants it. He gets up and goes to take a cold shower, letting the icy water hit his skin as he feels the heat in his lower area die out. He combs a hand through his wet hair, wishing he could just be a normal guy that can think only of a girl and not what she'd look like with blood spray painted all over her body. The only reason he's thinking of her like that is because of how close in contact they had been today, so he decides to simply stay clear of her. If he puts some distance between them, these perverted thoughts will stop, and he can go back to his life of solitude, focusing only on ridding the world of the truly filthy.

He steps out of the shower, grabs his phone, and texts her a small reply along with a simple 'goodnight'. Getting back to planning his next kill, the images of his upcoming casualty washes his mind's images of Y/N.

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Kyle gets to work early at 8 the next morning, intent on staying shut up in his office and avoiding Y/N as much as physically possible. But that doesn't mean he can stay away from her mentally, with every inch of his mind being infected with the thought of her. How's he this enamored by a girl he met yesterday? He tries to keep busy with work, succeeding until 9:15, when his sleepy eyes tell him it's time to get some coffee. Stepping out of his office, he's determined to get his drink while keeping his eyes firmly planted on the ground so as to not have to make even the slightest eye contact with her. Unfortunately, he didn't account for his ears, and his head snaps towards her direction when she calls out his name.