I know - Kyman Fanfic

Chapter Twenty Five

Hello! Here's a little Minecraft Kyle giving you a flower for 900 reads. Thank you!! Anyway, you guys wanted smut. I delivered. I can't promise that's it's all sun and roses, but I tried.

My mother walked in from the kitchen, smiling. "I've got to go to an overnight shift tonight. You'll be okay alone, right Kyle?"

"Don't worry, Eric'll keep me company." I replied, earning a smirk from my boyfriend.

"Well, I better get going. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon dears!" She kissed my forehead then left. I locked the door after her, gazing at Eric with an already breathless throat.

"Tomorrow afternoon, eh?" He asked, shuffling about as I joined him again.

"Yep! The house is all ours! She keeps her word, she won't be back until about 5pm."

"Good for us." He pulled me upon him, kissing my lips roughly as my hand traveled up his chest and around his neck. His tongue slipped down to my neck, sucking at sensitive points and biting on my shoulder. I moaned softly into his ear, annoyed as I knew he wouldn't let me do the same. "Tomorrow, you're taking a day off. You won't be walking straight, just a hint of later."

I curled my legs around his waist, pushing his mouth back to my neck. That was fine, no one would care. He smashed our lips against eachother again, gaining dominance as if it were a 1+1 sum. I could feel myself losing my breath, but his sugary taste was so exotic.

He finally picked me up, taking me to the kitchen. Kitchen? "Hun, why are we in the kitchen?" I asked as he let me breathe.

"Because we agreed last time that I could make love to you wherever. Didn't we?"

"Sorry, I must have forgotten." I purred, moving the knifes thurther away from me. Eric started slipping my clothes off slowly, as last time he ripped my favourite shirt. Once our chests were exposed, he started at my neck again, allowing access to his belt. I squealed as he bit down hard on my skin then licked. "Fuck..." I breathed out, allowing him to continue.

I finally got his jeans down, kicking them off with my legs. He took mine off with no difficulties, throwing them to the ground. As he kissed down my bare chest, he inspected my socks. They were rainbow. "Let's keep them on for now, they show how fucking gay you are." God. His voice was so deep I wanted him right now.

He didn't wear socks today. Typical Eric. As he slipped his boxers off, he placed one hand on my neck to keep me looking upwards. He was slightly insecure about his length, but his thickness made up for it. He took mine off, so I hugged him and buried my face into his back. He fetched some lube from his backpack, luckily closing all the curtains when he arrived. He probably knew what was going to happen, he probably saw my mothers timetable.

He returned and applied the lube onto his dick then pushed my body to his. "Ready?" He asked, his arms tightly around my waist. I nodded, humming dumbly. As he inserted himself I was sent into overdrive instantly. He stayed still for a few minutes, waiting for a nod. When I did nod, he started thrusting slowly. I could help but throw my head back, luckily missing the cupboards.

He eventually picked up his pace, sweating and grunting like a pig in a marathon. With every thrust, came a deeper moan from me. It was until he hit my g-spot that I couldn't help my quieter moan, suddenly screaming out his name came to me. He held me even tighter and closer, hitting that spot like his life depended on it.

"G-god...Eric!" I screamed out, my head in his shoulder again. "I-I'm gonna..."

"I know..sweetheart." I then came over his chest, and he came on me. We stayed like that for a while, just panting and hugging. He pulled away first, going over to the sink to wash off while I went upstairs to put on some leggings and an oversized top. He was right about the not getting out of bed situation, he surely made me ache.

Even if we both didn't last 2 hours a time, we enjoyed ourselves as much as we showed it. He joined me on the sofa, letting me rest on his stomach as we watched a movie.

~~12:34am...~~

I woke up, upon Eric, to a banging on the door. I slowly pushed my body upwards, rubbing my eyes as I checked my outfit. I opened the door to who else but Kenny. "Dude..." I muttered. "It's midnight."

"Yeah, but I need to tell you something."

"Can't this wait until tomorrow? Eric and I are sleeping and-"

"Oh..he's here?"

"Yeah. He's sleeping on the sofa. W-what do you want so I can go back to sleep?"

"I'm..I'm moving thurther away and dropping out of school."

"Ugh..don't do that you'll regret it soon enough then miss you're flings pregnancy."

"Yeah, that's the whole point...move away, avoid responsibilities, kill myself a couple times, wake up in bed, keep in contact with you guys still. Don't that sound cool?"

"No. It sounds dumb. Look, go to school tomorrow. I don't think we are but just chill with Stan and Butters. Get some rest. Don't kill yourself. Accept the consequences for you're actions. You're kids are growing inside those sluts, they're the ones you have to think about. Not the girls, the kids. Could you leave now?"

"Now that you say that, yeah. Thanks Kyle." He hugged me then walked off, seeming relieved.

"Who-?" Eric asked as I locked the door. I got back on him and closed my eyes.

"Kenny. Don't worry, he's fine."

"Oh, good. Well, goodnight pumpkin."

"Goodnight dear."