The Big South Park Book of Lemons

Strawberry Blood Drops (Pete x Reader - Smutty)

Requested by AmandaPerticone

Kinks Included: Light bondage and worship 

Also, I'm not sure if this is very in character, but I like how it turned out. Enjoy!

"Here you go, guys." (Name) sat in the booth and handed the Goths two packs of cigarettes to share amongst themselves. She pulled a cigar out of her pocket and got her tombstone-styled lighter.

"Great." Henrietta said, which was her own way of saying 'thanks.' After (Name) lit up her cigar, she lit Henrietta's cigarette for her.

Michael sent her a soft half-glare, to which she simply smiled. He rolled his eyes and laid his arm over Henrietta's shoulder as he took a drag from his cigarette.

The Goth kids weren't exactly kids anymore. They were now Goth teens. And, as much as they hated it, they had natural urges that they needed to attend to. Michael and Henrietta had agreed to become fuck-buddies to avoid having to agree with bedding some slut conformist. Firkle was still too young to become sexual aroused by anything, so he was safe for a few more years.

But, Pete...

Pete was completely left to his own devices. The Red Goth would be forced to either ignore his urges and suffer or stay held up in his room and relieve himself. Most of the time, he chose to ignore it and suffered immensely.

(Name) pulled her hair out of the tight bun she had it on, letting her (Hair Color) locks cascade down her shoulders. Pete stared at her for a moment. He hadn't seen her with her hair down before.

It may have been the fact that he was still suffering from sexual frustration, but the girl sitting across from him looked like some Addams Family-inspired goddess. She was wearing a tight purple peasant top that showed just a peek of her cleavage, which seemed to tease him with every breath she took. Her black jeans clung to her toned legs and round rear, sending the blood in his body to an inappropriate place.

He groaned softly and dropped his head onto the table. (Name) blinked in surprise. "Pete, are you okay?"

"No..." He grabbed onto his hair, groaning in despair.

"What's the matter?" She lowered her cigar from her mouth and leaned over the table to look at him. "Are you sick?"

"(Name), just leave him be. He's going through something unfortunate." Michael warned, taking another drag.

"Like, a death in the family?"

"Puberty." He puffed out a line of smoke.

Pete picked up a salt shaker from the table and threw it at Michael, never lifting his head from the table. "Piss off, Polio."

"BIte me, Redhead." Michael retorted.

(Name) pouted in confusion. Just then, a waitress came up to their table. She sneered in distaste at the Goth teens and sighed. "Let me guess. More coffee?"

"Actually," (Name) started, stretching her arms across the table, almost accidentally touching Pete's head. "Do you just have strawberries?"

"... Just strawberries?"

"Uh-huh."

"We have strawberry cheesecake or strawberry milkshakes." The waitress said, trying to persuade the girl to order something from the menu.

(Name) shook her head. "No, I said strawberries. I want strawberries in their natural form. I know that you have them back there; you used some as a side for some whiny bitch's cheesecake earliar. I will pay you $5.15 for a plate of strawberries. Go get them... Now."