Forever {Kyle Broflovski x Reader}

Eight: You guys are so embarrassing!

"Randy! Leave them alone!"

"But Sharon! He's touching my little girl!"

"Jesus christ, dad."

"Isn't that your best friend? Why aren't you pissed off?"

"I thought you liked Kyle?"

"Yeah, when he's not groping your sister!"

Y/n groans at all the yelling. It is way too early for this shit. She opens one eye to see her dad and brother arguing. That's not an unusual sight. "Why the hell are you guys yelling so early?"

She glances around to see she is in the living room. Looks like she fell asleep watching TV last night. She closes her eye again and sighs.

Stan crosses his arms, smirking at her. "You look comfortable."

"Mhm. Why?" She opens both eyes and lifts her head up a bit to see Kyle's sleeping face. Her body freezes, and she is suddenly hyper aware of every part of her body he is touching.

Her skin feels burning hot in every spot he is touching her. One of Kyle's legs is between both of hers, one arm wrapped around her waist. His other hand rests on her butt. She fell asleep, cuddling Kyle on the couch.

And her family found them. In this position.

'Oh my fucking god. Kill me now!'

Y/n sputters out a couple of curses and random words, trying desperately to explain the situation. Her face heats up, and she shifts her body, trying to get up before Kyle wakes up. Her face gets darker when she feels his hands hold her in place. Her arms are looped around his waist, her hands trapped underneath his back.

'That would have been cute if my dad wasn't staring at us like he's gonna kill Kyle. I can't believe I let us fall asleep together.'

Y/n digs her face into Kyle's chest, realizing she can't get up. She hides her face from her family, the embarrassment too much. "You guys are so embarrassing! I hate you!"

Kyle blinks his eyes wake from all the movement. He glances down, seeing Y/n cuddled up on his chest, their bodies tangled together. His heart beats fast, and a soft smile forms on his lips. He could get used to waking up like this. Them cuddled close together. Good morning, kisses.

"Good morning, Ky," Stan sings teasingly.

"Morning, Stan." Kyle's body goes stiff, and his lips go tight in realization. He shifts his eyes to the side to see Stan and Randy both standing with their arms crossed. Stan is smirking while Randy is glaring.

Kyle definitely doesn't want this part to be a normal thing to wake up to. He could do without it.

Randy groans, throwing his hands in the air like a child throwing a tantrum. "Stan! Do something!"

"What the hell do you want me to do?" Stan asks in disbelief.

"He has his hands on your sister!" Randy points at Kyle and Y/n, glaring at the boy.

"I don't care, and neither should you," Stan counters.

"God dammit, Randy! I said leave them alone," Sharon scolds from the kitchen. "We were 17 once, too."

Randy scoffs, "Yeah, but this is different. That's my little girl."

"I'm counting down the days until I turn 18," Y/n mumbles against Kyle's chest. Kyle chuckles lightly at her words. The sound made her heart melt. She loves hearing the sound of his voice in any form.