South Park X Reader

Kyle X Reader

Request: plz one for ur BFF marccyyy include Kyle and ;)
My response: sure Jan ur burning in hell 4 yo sins marc!
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NSFW/BDSM AHEAD WHOO BACK OFF IF NOPE

"Fuck...Marcy..." Kyle mumbled into his pillow, bringing the pillow-stuffed object close to his body. His constant snores cut off and instead, was replaced with a moan. Not a soft quiet 'I'm so tired' moan, it was a load and sexual moan. The girl, Marcy, opened the teenage boy's room. She froze when something else tumbled from his mouth.

"You're so..hot." He whispered. Kyle jumped awake, turning away from his pillow. His eyes met Marcy's and he flushed. "Hey, Marc."

"I heard that. It doesn't have to stay a dream, Ky."

"Marc, you're my best friend."

"But you want to touch me. Do you want to touch me here?" She said firmly, grasping her right breast, fondling it with her hand. "How about here?" She used her other hand to rub the outside of her panties. Kyle swallowed and the lump in his pants was growing larger. She laughed. "You're mind says no but your cock says 'fuck her, Kyle, fuck her with your throbbing, hard, 9 inch cock'."

"Stop it, Marcy."

"Come on, Kyle. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard I can't walk. Fuck me so hard that it hurts, that it hurts just to breathe."

"Marceline! You're sick, it's just the medication. You're insane right now. You don't know what you're saying."
He hissed, his stare hard and stern.

"Now you've done it." Marcy hissed, unclasping her bra and let it slid to the floor. She practically ripped her panties off. She shut the door and secured it with a 'click'. Locked.

"You can't do nothing to me. None of your 'toys' are in here, brat."

"You don't think I have hiding places in here?!" The horny girl laughed maniacally. She approached the corner of his bed but stopped. She lowered her moist cavern onto the corner of the bed. Kyle gasped as she started humping his bed. A lewd moan escaped her mouth as she shut her eyes. She stopped and smiled. Her eyes flickered open, and all he saw was lust. Kyle backed up against his headboard. Marcy seemed to pull handcuffs from nowhere and cuffed him to the posts of his bed. He screamed but he was silenced with Marcy's kiss. It was slow, he tried to resist but she was too much. He was forced to kiss her back. She pulled a strap-on from a loose floor board. Kyle looked at it. His face drained of all signs of life and color. It was black with little bumps on it, and looked to be about 7 inches. She snickered and clipped it on.

"Please, Marc, no!" He whined, trying to scoot his cute little ass away. Marceline positioned the black rubber cock at his open hole. She rubbed it against and was surprised when a moan come from his throat.

"My little, naughty fucking whore. Just begging for Daddy's cock, ain't ya?" She pushed the tip in and the boy shed a tear underneath her. It was dry and uncomfortable. But still, he felt his cock stiffen. "Want me to pound you?" Kyle froze but Marcy grabbed his hair, pulling on it.

"Oh!" He yelped.

"Answer your daddy, slut."

"Yes, daddy. Pound me with your fucking big meaty black cock. Pound me so hard, I see stars. Fuck me hard and fast, and..and deep. Fuck me daddy!" He practically yelled the last sentence, his cock was dripping with Precum. Marcy slammed her cock in. Kyle was a moaning mess, his face became buried in his pillow but Marcy didn't slow her rapid pace. Finally, his cum shot out of his cock. He collapsed, breathing loudly. His best friend pulled out and deattatched the restricting handcuffs. She laid down next time.

"Aw, shoot. I'm sorry, Kyle. I really am."

"I know, Marc, I know." And that's when they had their real first kiss. It was slow and sweet, just how it should be. Kyle wrapped his arms around his new girlfriend. She pulled back and he smirked. "I didn't know you were this kinky, damn."

"Shut it." A car door slammed. Marcy jumped up, grabbed her toys and her clothes. She scrambled for his closet. She watched as Kyle wiggled into his boxers and pretended to be sleeping. His door room creaked open to reveal his dad.

"Sorry to leave you here alone, Kyle."
His dad said.

"Hnngh...dad what?"

"We have security cameras, son."

"Fuck."

"Hi Marcy." He gestured to the closet. A sigh came from the closet.

"Hello, Mr. Broflovski."

"You know where the door is."

"Wait," she said and opened the closet. She had figured her way into her clothes. She sat on the edge of the bed.

"Listen, I'm just going through a really tough time right now. And my medication isn't exactly the best thing right now. I assure I never would of done this."

"Marcy, I know you're a good kid."

"oh, thank you!" Marcy cried with relief. Kyle's dad gave a nod and shut the door.

"Talk about a closet call."

"Shut the fuck up."

Ps I hate you Marcy