South Park Smut And Such

Stalker!Kyle x Male!Reader: Mine (Part One)

(This is a smut still so if you're not into creepy weirdos don't read this 😭)

(Bottom reader)

(Possible TW: Kidnapping, sedation, stalking)
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It is a rainy night in South Park, (Y/N) is walking home from his friends house, soaking up every drop of water from the sky. He's going to get a cold, why would he leave without an umbrella to begin with? I had been following him all day, peeking through windows to make sure no funny business was going on between him and that scum that he hangs out with.
   He looks so cold... maybe I should go talk to him? Maybe invite him to my place... His phone rings, and my attention is on him even more than before. "Hello? Ohhh, [friend's name], yeah, this is the right number. Yeah, thank you for making sure. Yes, I had to change it, some weirdo kept harassing me." My eye twitches, his words echoing in my head. Some weirdo. I hear him murmur something and then he hangs up.
     No, this cannot be done civilly. I pull out a chloroform soaked rag and creep up behind him, putting is over his nose and fighting him off until he goes limp in my arms. I sling one of his arms over my shoulder and begin to walk to my house. A familiar face pops up, Clyde Donovan's. "Oh, hey Kyle... is that (Y/N)?" I nod, laughing gently, "Yeah, he had a bit too much to drink, he's okay I'm just talking him home."
   Clyde smiles, and nods, "Okay, be safe man. And hey, don't be a stranger!" He walks away, presumably to his girlfriend's place. What a moron. I walk a few more blocks, unlocking the door to my home and stepping inside. The door closes softly behind me, and I set down my precious (N/N) on my bed. Pictures from his socials are plastered all over my walls, as well as ones from stalking trips.
   He's too beautiful not to admire. I change out of my clothes, looking at him softly with a sigh. He's still soaked... I touch the wet fabric hesitantly, dragging my finger down his chest, shuddering. "I hope you don't mind if I give you some dry clothes." I change him, gawking at his skin and figure. He's gorgeous...

Your P.O.V. :

You stir awake, dizzy and disoriented. You don't know where you are, you've never been here before. Panic slowly begins to creep in as you take in your surroundings. It's a dimly lit room with concrete walls and a concrete floor, probably a basement of some sort. Pictures litter the walls, and your blood runs cold as you realize every single one is of you. You find that you can't move, shirtless and bound to a chair. There's a noise, and then a square of light, lighting up a staircase.
   Footsteps descend from that said staircase, and the square of light is gone. You feel even more uneasy, wondering what is going to become of you when whoever your captivator is arrives to the bottom of the staircase. A dark silhouette steps into the light, and you realize who it is. His unkempt curly hair gleams in the dim light, his green eyes shimmering.
   Kyle Broflovski. Someone you went to school with years ago. He disappeared off of the face of the Earth, nobody has heard from him since graduation. And here he is. "Hey, (N/N), surprised to see me?" He grins, stepping behind you and ruffling your hair gently. "K-kyle? Wh-... why am I here?" "Shhhhh, hush now, let's not spoil the fun and ask questions." You begin to open your mouth, when his rough hand covers it, "I said be quiet." His hand smells faintly of sweat, and for a moment you think about licking it.
   You eyes widen at the thought, wondering why you had such a thought to begin with. You're literally tied up in his basement and at his mercy, and your thoughts are obscene? He circles around again, dropping to his knees and laying his head on your lap with a sigh. "That's more like it." His thumb rubs circles into your thigh, and all you can do it look down at him. He's surprisingly cute from from angle, and that thought startles you more than the other one did.

Kyle's P.O.V. :

I feel his eyes on me, but what's better is that I can feel his pants getting tight. He's getting a hard on. I smirk, standing up and pulling my shirt off, revealing my chest while avoiding his gaze. "It's only fair, you know, since you don't have one either." His eyes widen like a helpless puppy, and I watch him shift slightly. He's making me hungry...
   "Do you know exactly why you're here, (N/N)?" He shakes his head slowly, and I catch him eyeing me up and down. A smirk spreads across my lips. I lean down over him, whispering into his ear, "It's because I'm obsessed with you, and I grew far too tired of not having you to myself." My tone is sensual, the words flowing smoothly. The tent in his pants is bigger. He finally catches me looking at it, and blushes heavily.
    I sit down on his lap, straddling his hips, earning a soft moan from his pretty lips. "Hm? What was that?" He closes his eyes tightly, and I laugh. I begin to grind my hips against his bulge, moaning in turn and watching as his eyes fly open and loll back slightly. "A-ahh~..." I bite my lip hard, "Do you want me, (N/N)?" He doesn't reply, he just desperately rocks his hips against mine the best he can.
   I kiss his neck, earning more moans, and then a groan when I bite down on the soft skin, "Answer me." "Y-yes... yes I want you..." Satisfied, I look at him cautiously, "If you run, I'll kill you." I gesture to the gun on the ground next to me. He doesn't know that it isn't loaded. He nods, squirming to get free. I untie him slowly, and he shows no sign of escaping. He rubs his bulge against mine, whimpering. How cute.
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