Forever {Kyle Broflovski x Reader}

Twelve: Will you be my girlfriend?

Y/n wakes up, her body feeling sore. Especially her legs. Squinting her eyes at the harshness of the sun coming through the window. Her eyes blink open after a moment. She sees familiar f/c walls. At least she didn't end up in some idiot boys' bed.

She sits up, letting the blanket pool around her waist. A low groan leaves her lips, the soreness getting worse as she fully sits up. Placing a hand against her head, a hard thumping racks her brain. She feels nauseous as she tries to remember what happened last night, but everything is cloudy.

'What the hell happened last night?'

A loud gasp from beside Y/n catches her attention. She groans slightly, turning to stare into a pair of gorgeous emerald green eyes. She isn't wake enough to fully comprehend what is happening right now. But it seems that, instead, a smart boy ended up in her bed.

"Kyle?"

Kyle's body goes ridged at the sight before him. He woke up lying beside Y/n, who is naked. Well, she has a lacy f/c bra on, but with the way his imagination is running, she might as well not be wearing one at all. "Shirt. Here, why?"

"I'm sorry, what?" Y/n asks, not understanding the gibberish spewing from the redheads mouth.

She takes this moment to notice Kyle isn't wearing a shirt, which she takes a second to appreciate how good he looks. Basketball really keeps him in shape. His hat is also missing, giving her full access to stare at his gorgeous curly red hair. She has the desire to run her fingers through it but pushes that thought aside. Her eyes then sweep down his toned body to where the blanket is barely covering his bottom half, but it shows enough for her to realize he doesn't have any pants on either. Or underwear.

Y/n is snapped out of her sleepy state at realizing Kyle is naked in her bed.

Kyle is naked. In her bed.

"Holy shit! Where are your clothes?" She then glances down at her body to see she is only in her bra. No underwear, no shirt, and no pants. Her face heats up, flushing darkly. She presses her forearms against her chest, surprised and feeling slightly self-conscious. "Where are my clothes?!"

This is so much worse than when Kenny walked in on her in the middle of changing.

Kyle leans forward, a panicked expression on his face, to cover Y/n's mouth with his hand. "Not so loud! Someone might hear you."

Y/n nods her head. Her face heats up from how close Kyle is to her, both of them naked. She gently grabs Kyle's wrist, moving his hand from her mouth. She shyly lets her arms down, finding it pointless to hide her body anymore. She asks the biggest question on her mind, "Did... did we have sex?"

Kyle shakes his head, running a hand over his head. "Everything is blurry. I don't know if we, uh, did."

Kyle lets his eyes sweep over Y/n's body quickly, taking in every inch of her. Her stunning body is on display, and she isn't even trying to hide it from him anymore. It's like she wants him to look at her body.

Okay, now, he is starting to feel like a complete pervert. Yet, he can't rip his eyes off her. He has never had this much trouble being respectful of a girls body.

Stupid teenage hormones.

His attention focuses on the dark marks on her neck, collarbones, and her upper boobs. Normally, he thinks hickey's look tacky, but seeing the marks he put on Y/n is kind of hot.

Kyle can barely believe he put those marks on her. Out of all the guys at school, he got to kiss her and put his hands all over her body. He got to feel up her curves and touch her soft skin. Hear her moan his name.