South Park x Reader One Shots

Locked Up (Trent x Reader)

The loud buzzer sounded off as two sets of gates slide open to the entryway of the cellblock. The clack of your boots attracts the attention of the inmates clamoring over one another making lewd comments at you.

There was only one that didn't.

Inmate 777 Trent Boyett, sat on the bed of his cell uninterested peeling an orange.

"Attention inmates!" You shout over the clamor, " I'm your new prison guard Ms. (L/N)!"

A cocky prisoner shouts back, "And I'm the ice cream man, baby come take a lick!"

You walk up to the open window of his door getting right in his face.

"Cells open now to the cafeteria, you have an hour of recreational time. And you're not my flavor, baby."

Trent laughs softly as the inmate scoffs, embarrassed for being called out. The buzzer sounds off again, opening the cell doors. All the inmates exit except Trent.

"Boyett!" You yell but he doesn't respond just looks up and smirks. "Boyett! Recreational time is now, I won't tell you again."

He stands up and leans against the open doorway of his cell, "I'm on kitchen duty I made the food and already ate earlier. I ain't much of a socializer neither."

He takes a bite from the juicy orange continuing to keep eye contact, "Ms. (L/N)"

"They let an Arsonist use a gas stove?"

Trent had been in and out of Juvie throughout the years before winding up in federal prison now in his late twenties.

He chuckles and gets a little closer lowering his voice almost whispering in your ear, "You forgot murderer."

A shiver runs down your spine. His tone was sensual but the words were frightening, just like his appearance.

Trent was taller with a lean muscular build. He had the top of his jumpsuit wrapped around his waist revealing his snug white undershirt. It hugged his body nicely and showed off the tattoos covering his arms. He had a dermal near his left eye and the words Never Forget above his right eyebrow. His demeanor was devilishly sexy.

"Well, I can't leave you unsupervised so you're stuck with me."

He sat on his bed and gestured to a wobbly chair for you to sit on. "You're too pretty to be wearin' that boxy uniform, what're you doin' here?"

"Keeping bad men like you docile so the arm of justice can punish you."

"Ah, a do-gooder." He muses, "Listen, miss, the only thing that'll make me docile is-" he pauses and laughs, "let's just say something you can't give me."

You know he's talking about sex so you lean forward just enough where a tiny bit of your cleavage shows. "All part of the punishment huh?"

Before he can respond, officer Barbrady walks in with a clumsy gait.

"Oh hey Y/N! You can go out to the yard and keep watch there I can take over and keep an eye on Boyett!"

You smile seeing Trent visibly seethe in annoyance.

"See you later 777."

Trent

Throughout the next few months, Trent enjoyed the flirtatious banter between him and Y/N. She had a quick wit and a good sense of humor. His fists would ball up at anyone who tried to flirt with her- itching for his switchblade.

She's mine.

He had better masturbation material ever since she started working here. He loved the perfume she wore and the smug expression on her face when she knew she had him right where she wanted.