Smut/oneshots mostly south park, censored(bcz of wattpad)

What happened to you?||Angsty(ish) style smut(repost)

This one !!!! I merged the 2 parts together

WARNING: Top Kyle RAHHHH, Drunken sex, regret, sex at a party, heavily based off movies can u tell I don't care to go 2 parties?

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The house was quite large, at least, larger than he'd expected. It would've blended in with the dark night sky if it weren't from the lights blaring from the windows. There were stairs leading up to the entrance, a worn welcome rug sitting in front of the wooden door. He glanced around at the drunken teens his age, either lying by the bushes or stumbling around in the bushes by piles of throw up and holding empty, red plastic cups in their hands. Parties are fvcking stupid. He breathed deeply, bringing a hand to knock on the door. The guy who greeted him was about the same height, rugged with brown hair and very clearly drunk, holding the same red cup. His breath was heavy and loud, annoying even. Behind him you could hear deafeningly loud music and chatter, crowds of people laughing and drinking and screaming.

"Who the fvck are you?" The guy asked, leaning against the door frame. He looked him up and down, noting the stained t shirt he had on and ripped jeans.

He crossed his arms. "Why's that matter? Let me in."

The man cocked a brow. "What's your name?"

He hesitated, "Kyle," The ginger spoke, "Kyle Broflovski,"

"Yeah?" He looked around behind him, then brought his gaze back to Kyle, his brows furrowed. The man still blocked the door, taking a swig from the red cup in his hands.

"Why the hell do you need to know? It's open invite! I'm just trying-" Kyle paused when he saw a glimpse of a familiar face in the crowd. One with jet black hair and blue eyes that stumbled off, out of his vision.

"Just trying to make sure you're not like, I don't know, making sure you're chill," His words were slurred. It was clear that maybe he'd had a little much to drink, or smoke, one more and he'd pass out on the floor.

"Yeah dude, ok," Kyle rolled his eyes and frantically pushed past him, starting to scan the room. There were crowds of people dancing and laughing, music blaring loudly; all the sound made him feel like he was going deaf. Some of them might've been familiar faces, some he didn't recognize. It seemed like half the high school was there. They were all swaying to the music, laughing, talking, and doing drvgs. He slinked his way through the tight crowds, finding himself in a dining room. The lights were dimmed and it was just as crowded, music still noisy and obnoxious. Kids were in ever corner, yelling and laughing, and a kid was standing on the counter, dancing while people did lines of coke by his feet. He glanced around and wasn't exactly surprised to see Clyde Donovan in the corner, seemingly bragging or rambling about something. What was more unexpected though, was Tolkien and Jimmy Valmer standing right by him. Kyle didn't exactly anticipate the sorta quiet rich kid to show. Suddenly, he felt something creep up behind him, laying a hand on his shoulder. He whirled his head around to see yet another familiar face. Craig Tucker, who greeted Kyle with the same monotone voice as always, staring up at him with dark, boring eyes.

"Craig?"

Craig waved, "Wasn't expecting you here," He shrugged, jamming his hands in his pockets. Kyle's eyes widened. He wasn't surprised about the fact he was here, he was more surprised about the fact he was talking to him. Even if it was many years ago, he didn't really like talking to any of their gang after the Peru incident. But Kyle wasn't as bad as cartman, it wasn't ENTIRELY his fault, right?