★Style Smut★

★Part 6★

Kyle's POV: I woke up in Stan's bed, wet. "Ugh..", I groaned, sitting up and checking my phone as Stan had his arms wrapped around my waist. It was Sunday, so I decided to let Stan sleep and get up myself. I tried to get out of Stan's grip but he tugged more on my waist, keeping me in his grip. "Stan. Let go", I said, already fed up with him. "No..stay", Stan said back, his eyes still closed. "No. Now get off", I said, trying to stand up from his grip. The next thing I knew he was on top of me in a flash, pinning me to the bed by my wrists.

Stan's POV: Kyle decided he wanted to leave me so soon, and I don't let that slide. Of course the only reasonable idea was pinning him down. "Stan, get off! Your gonna kill me!", Kyle argued. "I'm not Cartman, you'll be fine..", I said back, making him giggle a bit. "Still, get off!", Kyle tried to push me off, so my grip grew tighter pinning him down. "Stan you asshole, get off!", he said. "Keep arguing and I might just punish you", I responded in a dangerously low voice. "Make me, asshole!", he said. So I did.

(No nobody's POV this time, I wanna leave y'all on a cliffhanger lol)