Forever {Kyle Broflovski x Reader}

Sixteen: You don't want to get caught, do you?

⚠️ Explicit Sexual Content ⚠️

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Kyle is lying on his back. Y/n straddling his waist, hovering over the boy. Her lips are pressed roughly against his, and their hands roam each other's bodies. A movie is playing on the TV in the background, covering their soft noises from being heard.

Y/n giggles softly against Kyle's lips when his hand brushes against her side. He pulls away, cocking an eyebrow at her. "Are you ticklish?"

"Don't you dare," Y/n warns, pointing a finger at him. A playful glare forms on her face.

Kyle smirks, swiftly grazing his fingers against her sides. It was just enough to pull some soft giggles out of her.

"Ky! S- Stop!" Y/n tries to grab his wrists to stop him. Her hips wiggle against Kyle's, creating friction.

A jolt of pleasure shoots through Kyle's body. He clamps his hands on each of Y/n's hips, stopping her movement. His eyes are shut tightly, and a heavy blush coats his cheeks and neck. He can feel himself getting a hard on already.

The way this girl makes him feel is unreal sometimes.

"Ky? Are you okay?" Y/n asks in concern.

"If you keep moving like that, I'm going to have a, uh, a problem," Kyle explains awkwardly, his body stiff.

Y/n is now smirking down at Kyle, realizing the situation. "You mean, like... this?" She rocks her hips side to side slowly.

A low groan leaves Kyle's lips, and his eyes snap shut. His hands shake as he grips her hips tighter, but doesn't stop her movements this time. He knows he should stop her, but the feeling of her grinding against him feels incredible, and it clouds his rational thinking.

A low, breathy moan leaves Kyle's lips as waves of pleasure pulse through his body. "Yeah. Like, just, that."

Y/n licks her lips. Hearing him moan and stumble over his words, causes a warmth to spread to her core. She's starting to understand why her best friend is always so horny. The way Kyle makes her body feel is addictive.

And she wants more.

Y/n places butterfly kisses across his neck, then looks down at him through her lashes. "Want me to make you feel," she pauses, letting her hand rest on the tent in his pants, "good?"

"You mean..?" Kyle's eyes go wide at her hand on his crotch.

Of course, he wants her to touch his cock, but saying it out loud is awkward. He doesn't want her to think that sex is all he wants from her either. "You... You don't have to."

Y/n giggles at the nervous expression on Kyle's face. She can tell he wants it but doesn't want to pressure her. He is such a gentleman. "You can tell me what you want. I am your girlfriend. It's my job to help you."

Kyle's breathing hitches, and he blurts out, "Touch my dick."

He slaps his hand over his mouth, not meaning for it to come out so demanding. He doesn't know how to act properly in this situation. 'How embarrassing. That isn't going to turn her on.'

Y/n's eyes swirl with lust as she moves hastily from straddling Kyle to kneeling between his legs. Her hands make quick work of his belt and pants. The way he spoke sent tingles down her legs and in her stomach. It makes her want to do anything he asks of her.

New kink unlocked.

Kyle gets rock hard watching Y/n eagerly undo his pants. Does she like it when he tells her what to do?