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Hiii lovely, can I request a kylexshy!female!reader where Kyle is a bit pushy about trying anal? Not in a mean way, in a needy "baby please let's try just the tip" kind of way, like bouncing back between being caring and pushy and kinda flirting with the limits without quite going too far? With Y/N being hesitant/just a bit reluctant until she likes it at the very end 🥰❤️ something like that, up to interpretation of course 💕

Yes, yes you may Blue <3 <3 My heart is full of love for you!!

Summary: After a night with the guys, Kyle finds that all of his friends have had some sort experience with the legendary back door. Soon he finds himself falling deeper into an obsession with yours - if only he wasn't afraid of bringing it up to you.

Word Count: 5783

Like a Dog- Kyle Broflovksi x Shy!Female!Reader

It had started with a single conversation.

It was a weekly thing for Kyle to hang out with his friends on Friday nights, their laughter continuing on well into the night even after the bars had closed. The closeness his little ragtag group had created never quite went away even when boyhood did, and he very much appreciated the time he had with them. Granted, even if he was having a great time, he still very much missed you.

Dating you had surprisingly not put a single wrench in his weekly plans as you were happy to have a night to yourself to read or whatever your little self wanted to do. You weren’t one to go out, and he knew he could always expect a sweet little goodnight message from you around bedtime. The thought of you snuggled up, cozy in a pile of blankets on his side of the bed had him smiling into his beer.

“Just what the hell are you grinning at?” Stan nudged him lightly, giving a small smirk.

“Nothing at all, man,” he answered. Kyle looked around the room for a moment, taking in some of the unusual faces. “Kind of surprised Cartman wanted to invite Craig and them. I didn’t think they were too close.”

Stan snorted, catching the red head's eye. “They aren’t. Craig came into some money and Cartman has ideas.”

The two chuckled for a moment, already knowing how things were to pan out. It was typical Cartman, and Kyle was just glad to not be a part of it. At the very least, he was able to catch up with some old childhood friends, sharing anecdotes and life milestones. He knew he wouldn’t remember everything by the time he got home, but he could enjoy it for now.

“I’m telling you, this girl actually fucking bleached it!” Clyde’s voice yelled from the doorway, his frame blocking the entrance to the room. Typical Clyde to not realize he was in the fucking way.

“Got what bleached?” another voice asked from elsewhere.

“Her butthole dude!”

Kyle could feel his eyes bug out for a moment, a look of disgust pulling his features. This is what they want to talk about? Really?

“You saying you finally got some ass?” Kenny barked with laughter, shoving his way past. “Good for you, Donovan!”

“Thank you, thank you!” the brunette said with a look of pride. “Now you boys are more than welcome to tell me all how jealous you are!”

“I’ve been getting that on the regular, asshole, you’re not special,” Craig whipped by, smacking Clyde in the back of the head.

Frowning, Kyle observed the others. They were guys, yeah, but that didn’t mean he particularly wanted to hear all of this. He certainly didn’t need to hear about Clyde and Craig “getting ass.” He was about to say so when Stan cut in.

“Most of us have partners dude, you think we haven’t gotten some?”

We?

Kyle stared wide eyed at his best friend, mouth slightly dropping. As if he didn’t notice, Stan just kept talking, further scandalizing the taller man next to him.

“I don’t get it often, but hell if I pass up the chance,” he said, lifting his bottle to down the rest of his drink.

That's how the conversation began, much to Kyle’s growing displeasure. Comments and little quips were thrown out, and while he felt distaste with just how open they all were about this…he did find himself intrigued. It was the little snippets of things- the grip, the feel, how snug it was.

“Nothing felt quite like it.”

That got him curious.

When Kyle first came into your orbit, you had been the shyest person he had ever met. Quiet as a church mouse, you had made your way around campus avoiding any and all contact with people. He supposed that’s what caught his attention- in the hustle and bustle of those around him, you were a peaceful moment. In a world of mislaid plans, arguments, and annoyances, that was just what his heart had been craving. There was no chaos or drama, just you.

It took a few tries to successfully approach you. It was like you knew he was coming every single time, sidestepping into doorways and maneuvering your way through crowds at a speed he could not hope to follow. To this day you still laugh about the time he accidentally entered a full lecture hall thinking he had finally gotten ahold of you, an absolute sea of students and their professor staring him down until he awkwardly backed out. It wasn’t until he accidentally found you reading in the library one afternoon that he was able to make that first impression.

It took time, more time than maybe others would be okay with, but Kyle could be patient. Slowly, he opened you up, bringing you out of that little shell you had around yourself so he could get to know you, to fall for you. It was the falling part that was quick for him in all honestly, but Kyle could not find it within himself to care. He had yearned for this type of connection all his life, and he’d be damned if he scorned it in any way.

The first time you both had sex he took his time. Kyle did everything in his power to prep you, make you comfortable in every way he could. That focus normally reserved for his work was solely on your pleasure. He had wanted it to be perfect for you, and despite those awkward moments that usually accompany first times, it was pretty close.

When he was inside you everything would melt away. You were soft in all the right places, the feeling of your walls around him dragging him further down into a mess of pleasure. No matter what position you two were in he would come undone easily just by the sound of your sighs in his ears and the feel of your fingernails dragging along his skin. The world didn’t exist, all that did was you and him. He never thought to ask for more because in his eyes there wasn’t anything better than what he already had.

So yeah, one could say he was extremely smitten.

Perhaps it was the third beer he held in his hands, the condensation cold against his fingertips, or maybe it was some strange, unknown desire he had not been aware of, but the longer the guys spoke on it…the more the idea wormed its way into Kyle’s brain.

What would that feel like with you?

Pictures came unbidden to his mind once that thought popped into existence. You on your knees, head down to the mattress; You on your back, knees pressed up high or even those pretty little ankles near his head; Propped up on the couch or even the countertop. In each little snippet he could see his cock disappearing into you as he fucked that tight little hole.

Kyle could feel the flush rise up his neck with the how dirty it all felt.

“Hey man, you alright?” Stan said, tipping his head into view. “You’ve been staring off for like, the last 10 minutes.”

Shaking those thoughts from his head, Kyle gave a tense smile. “I’m good, just thinking it’s about time to head out. Don’t like leaving Y/N alone all night, y’know?”

“Whipped!” Kyle heard Cartman yell out as he grabbed his keys from the bowl nearby, his feet carrying him quickly towards the front door.

He felt a drop of disappointment seeing that you were dead asleep, on his side of the bed just like he had guessed, but in a way that was a good thing. He didn’t want to have to explain exactly why he was so insanely hard at the moment. He certainly did not wish to wake your sleeping form only to pound into you as hard as he could- judging by how intense he was pumping his cock with his fist he was sure it would’ve been rough, something you didn’t need when sleep still invaded your senses.

It was with a quiet, and somewhat subdued hope, that this little one time fascination would die along with his slumber.

It did not.

***

Kyle was in a hell of his own making.

That one idea stayed ingrained in his head, like a parasite. The first few days after guy’s night he just kept thinking about it, kept imagining it. Shame filled his chest every time as he tried to stomp those thoughts down, trample them into the dirt and hide them away. It was on the fourth day with cock in hand that his fingers typed in the word “anal” into the porn site search bar.

Video after video, position after position, Kyle could not get enough. It wasn’t even that the acting was very good or that the girls were pretty, all he could do was think about you and him in all of those scenes. To see that hole pucker as he pulled out, the gasp when he went back in, the sight of an empty dripping cunt all while skin still hit skin was enough to bring him over the edge more than once.

It was becoming a problem. All day those images played behind his eyelids, every blink driving him further and further into some sort of horny psychosis. He was definitely concerned when he couldn’t get through a whole workday without an emergency trip into the bathroom, biting his lip bloody to keep from making noise and alerting anyone to what he had actually been doing.

It was worse in the moments when Kyle was alone with you. He adored those times, when the door was closed and the rest of the universe could be held back and away from the two of you. But in every one of those moments he found himself salivating at the thought of tugging down your shorts or hiking up your skirt and taking your ass then and there.

Kyle would never, of course. Not without your input on the matter.

This sort of thing could offend. He recalled something Kenny had said that night- an accidental slip that nearly led to him getting the shit beaten out of him. It was an honest mistake, but from the haunted look in that blond man’s eyes, Kyle knew that beating stayed with him.

There was also the fact that he did not want to scare you. You were a bit sensitive, nervous with new things and situations. Kyle had always been more than happy to stand alongside you and hold your hand, especially when you two finally became intimate. You held him like he was an anchor, something to keep those swirling anxieties and worries in place, and that was something he held dear.

But something like this could be a bit much for you. That’s why he let you take the lead on things. With sex, he let you make suggestions of new things to try, new positions. They weren't wild by any means, but it was more than enough for him. He never wanted to be a hand pushing you forward into an unknown you weren’t ready for.

He was resolved to keep those demented little thoughts to himself. He wouldn’t bring it up. He wouldn’t push.

That strong will of his crumbled when you came into the bedroom that evening wearing one of Kyle’s larger shirts.

His eyes traced every inch of those bare legs up to the hem, which had only barely covered the black panties you wore. As you turned to grab something off the dresser he swallowed hard. He’d throw every shirt of his into your side of those drawers if it meant he could see this view of your ass more often. You bent over ever so slightly, bringing attention to the bottom of your cheeks hanging out from that thin material. Kyle couldn’t stop his tongue from darting out and wetting his suddenly dry lips.

“Hon, are you alright?” that soft voice of yours curled around him so sweetly, drawing him out of his daze.

“Yeah! Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been…a bit distracted lately,” you said, walking around the side of the bed, steps slow. Careful. “I just kind of noticed that we haven’t done anything for a while is all…”

It was the brittle sound of those words that had his back straighten. He took in the way your shoulders curled forward, arms folding in front of your stomach as though you were protecting something precious. Bringing himself to his knees, the weight of himself sinking into the mattress, Kyle gave you a questioning look.

***

You noticed something had been wrong immediately following Kyle’s night with the boys.

Since your younger years you had always been perceptive to even the most miniscule of changes, reading between the lines of facial expressions and the slightest shift of tones. You were aware you read into it a little more than you should, your brain overthinking simple words and turning them into knives aimed straight towards your soul. This fun little ‘ability’ of yours had led to more than one bout of anxiety as a teen, but you were thankful to have at least a little hold over it as you grew. Or at least you thought you did.

From the second your hand reached out in those early hours of that first morning, a light touch to Kyle’s bare shoulder revealed through the mess of blankets, you felt his muscles tense. There were a million reasons why this could be, of course. Last night didn’t go as plannedl, he had not slept very well, had something on his mind, or maybe he was just still waking. But you latched onto another thought.

It was you. It was the smallest thing, and yet you had never felt that in him. He had always sunk into your touch as though he were trying to meld into your skin. That slight flinch, the muscles growing so still underneath, made you feel like you had been slapped.

That feeling did not diminish. You could convince your mind that perhaps Kyle was having an off day, but you couldn’t do so when his behavior persisted. Each day it was as if a rubber band wrapped around him tighter and tighter until he was practically suffocating. You kept catching sight of him staring at you, expression filled with something you couldn’t quite decipher. It was as if there was something he so desperately wanted to say but choked on the words.

And that terrified you.

By the end of the week you had felt yourself growing insane at the silence. It had been days and while he still talked with you, still slept beside you and stayed close, there was quiet in the middle of all of it. You were next to each other in bed with an empty canyon in between you two. The words you wanted to say had been filling up that space until finally, it had nowhere else to go but to spill over.

***

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No! No-shit- you've done nothing wrong!” Kyle leaned forward, stretching out an arm to take your hand in his. “I just…I've had some things on my mind. It's been a bit difficult to focus.”

“What kinds of things?” You whispered, fingers grasping his tightly. He sighed, before giving a light squeeze and hanging his head.

His mind rattled around with the words, explanations and excuses forming and falling apart. Kyle really didn't want to do this, not this way. But for you to have any notion that he was upset with you, or that you were a problem, was something he could not allow.

“The guys were talking the other night, and it just got me thinking,” Kyle murmured, his tongue thick in his mouth. God he really didn't want to fucking talk about it. As he struggled to speak, those thoughts he had tried to stamp down came back, shooting warmth directly downwards.

“About?”

“About you…”Kyle finally brought his eyes back up to yours, heat filled and full of desire. “About what I want to do to you.”

He felt the corners of his mouth curl upwards at the little “oh” of surprise you made. That sweet flush he loved worked its way up your chest and onto your face, a pleasing sight for him and his growing little problem downstairs. With a small tug, he brought you onto the bed and into his arms, lips meeting yours gently as first, before pushing into an urgency of need.

Maybe he wouldn't have to actually define the ‘what’, Kyle had thought, helping you out of his shirt and pushing you back onto the mattress, letting his weight encompass you while he ground his hips. With each sigh he felt himself growing harder, grinding more into you in a desperate plea to hear more.

You were already wet when his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs and throwing them off to the side. His gaze lingered on your quim, eyeing that slickness with greed.

Only then did an idea pop into his head.

It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but…it was a safe compromise. Something kind of new that wouldn't be too much, he was sure. He licked his lips.

“Love, can we try something?” Kyle said softly, his hands caressing down your bare legs. “I want to taste you but…maybe I could do that from behind?”

“Behind?” Apprehension filled your voice, drawing his eyes up to yours. It wasn’t uncommon for you to have his head full of curls between your legs, but perhaps his suggestion was…his stomach did a flip at the spark of excitement he found in your expression. The nervousness that he had found there switched to one of curiosity.

Nodding, you brought yourself to your knees and turned. Warm fingertips flattened to a palm as the man behind you gently pushed on your back, your chest sinking into the sheets.

Kyle was about to lose his damn mind. Your ass, perfect in every way in his eyes, was propped up before him. He made quick work of putting his mouth on you, tongue lapping into your wet folds. It had only been a week and fuck did he miss this, the feel of you under his hands, the taste of you. He could never and would never get enough.

He knew your body, and he knew it well. Any anxieties that you may have had seemed to melt away. He ate like he had been starved, taking in every last drop of you. He felt himself smile as you leaned into it, muscles loosening and relaxing.

Kyle slowed, his fingers tapping along the side of your bottom as he licked a languid stripe up your center. He was considering something…something risky. You shifted a bit, as if to sit up, when he continued to slide his tongue upwards.His hands parted your cheeks slightly as he went, letting himself finally get up close to what had kept his mind in a chokehold all this time.

“K-Kyle?” his name came out shakily.

“Shhh, I just…I just really wanna try something.” Kyle’s voice was strained with arousal. Placing his tongue back to your ass he delved in, fingers gripping your skin tight.

Your body tensed, and he froze. Your uncertainty was a stop sign, a signal to wait which is exactly what he would do. A few beats passed as his warm breath hit your skin, and even from his vantage point he could see the goosebumps along your thighs.

Kyle could hear the wheels in your mind turn. Your mind was always full of thoughts, all of them overlapping one another in a cacophony that would make anyone dizzy, he was sure. But slowly, he watched as you settled, that tension visibly ebbing away.

“Just try to relax…let me make you feel good,” he murmured, one hand rubbing a soothing circle before moving down. Gently he rubbed his fingers down your slit, moving slow and pressing in just the way he knew would help. As you moaned, he smiled.

It was selfish really, what Kyle was doing. But having that little hole so close, close enough for a taste, was too much for him. He had to have it. And for him it was bliss. He could tell you were getting into it from how your cunt dripped, those little noises only serving to drive him further into a haze he had no fighting chance of leaving.

A small voice, a devil on his shoulder, spoke up.

She likes this.

And if she likes this you might just get your wish.

The taste itself wasn't anything really, but it was the action in and of itself that did something to him.. To be so intimate in a way that felt over the line perverse. This was a part of you no one got to be close to, much less see, and here he was practically shoving his tongue in. It was addicting as he felt your walls clench around his pumping fingers, his breath coming out shortly as his mouth kept working at your other hole.

Your legs trembled, and for a moment Kyle worried that something was wrong. It was when his tongue hit your rim of nerves that he knew what he actually felt was shuddering. Your body wasn’t wound tight with anxiety, it was wound with pleasure. With that in mind he continued pumping in his digits, hitting every sweet spot inside of you. You weren’t going to hold on much longer by the way you buried your head into the sheets. It was with a loud moan that you finally came, waves crashing over you.

Kyle let you ride it out, getting his last tastes in while he could. When you finally collapsed onto your side he joined you, arms wrapping to bring you close to his chest. The fluttering of your heart could be felt through your back, those little tremors radiating through your form.

You had automatically opened your legs when he nudged you, just enough for him to slide his aching cock between them. With the slickness between those lovely thighs he slid through with ease.

He humped a few times, enjoying the feel of it, of this intimacy with you. One hand crawled up to your breast, lightly massaging as you continued your breathing, sternum rising as though it craved his touch. With every small thrust into the fat of your thighs Kyle spread your arousal, the quiet sound so delicious to his ears he couldn't stop his next words from slipping out.

“I need you,” he keened, feeling the curve of your ass on his pelvis. “I need you so bad, baby.”

You had started spreading your legs again, a hand coming down to angle him inside when he stopped you.

“Not there,” with a strained grunt, Kyle pulled himself from in between your thighs and moved his cock more behind you, its length settling on your backside. He felt your slight jolt of surprise, hands coming up to grab the arm holding you.

“Please, baby,” Kyle's voice a beg as he buried his head into your shoulder, allowing the scent of you to wash over him. “Please, just the tip. It's all I can think about, please.”

Kyle knew this was pathetic. He knew what he was doing was sad, begging and pleading for something like this. He prepared for you to tell him no, a word that no matter where you were in your coupling he would listen without a single complaint. He knew you knew this, that you held the power here.

“Ju-just the tip?”

He nodded against your neck, his shaft already pushing forward between your cheeks. God, he was so hard it was nearly uncomfortable. As the head of his cock made contact he heard you take a deep, bracing breath.

He was slow, relying on the wetness of his tongue from minutes earlier to aid him as he pushed through. Your hiss at the stretch hit his ears, stilling him. “If…if it’s too much I can stop.”

You turned your head to kiss his arm, lightly squeezing as you did so. A sign to keep going.

A groan was ripped from his throat when he finally got the tip inside. He knew it had to have been uncomfortable, pulling you further towards him. Placing kisses along your skin, whispers of “I’m sorry,” left his lips as he waited for you.

This was better than he had imagined. He knew things would be tight, but this was an actual vice. The sensitive head seemed to pulse within you as he tried to control his ragged breaths.

“Does it hurt?” The question had been sitting on his tongue, souring the elation he had been feeling. As good as he was feeling, he needed to know about you.

“Its..” You breathed out a few more times, nails digging into his skin, before continuing quietly. “A little...It’s strange…but it’s oddly kind of- ugh- good.”

Kyle struggled with keeping himself still, his fingers pressing hard on your hips. He bit his lip and clenched his eyes shut, hoping, praying, that he could remain as such. It was when he felt your hips move, the smallest shift, that his resolve broke.

His pelvis had a mind of its own, pushing slowly and just moving the head in a little more before pulling out the same way.

“Fuck!” He breathed, “Y/N, I-I can’t. I'm trying-”

Those words were cut off by your own hips moving back, urging him on. With a groan Kyle kept going, pushing further with that agonizingly slow pace. As he felt himself go deeper into that tight little hole, he knew his mind was gone.

There was a new urgency in the way you moved, like you were actively seeking what he was giving you. Your grip on him no longer felt like you had been looking for a life-line, instead an anchor as you rocked back to help him. In that he felt the last binds of his self control come loose.

Kyle had veered from his slow pace, hips jutting forward faster and faster. He had nudged one of his knees between yours, intertwining your legs together as he continued fucking into you. Every sense he had was in overload. The feeling of your ass bouncing on his cock, one hand pressing into the soft curve of your hips and the other squeezing those breasts he loved so much, even the smell of you was driving him insane.

Fuck, she’s so goddamn warm ran through his mind, his need to have you and just you becoming the only thoughts in his head. Every bit of his imagination could not do you justice. Seeing the way your body reacted to him was more than what any video on the internet could do for him. The feel of you writhing in his arms, your own needy movements now rivaling his, back pressed so hard against him he was sure your hearts were beating in tandem, it was enough to last him a lifetime. And then there was what he was hearing.

It was the sounds that dropped from your mouth, open in wanton need, that drove him to the brink. He was so used to those breathy moans sounding right in his ear, quiet and lovely. But tonight the volume control seemed to turn, the noise ricocheting off the walls in a chorus of arousal and lust. Kyle could feel himself growing close, his hazy mind working to keep you in focus. He didn't even need to think about reaching down, his fingers finding their mark naturally like second nature.

Your body was impossibly hot to his touch like he had been stoking an inner fire burning incredibly bright. He could feel those tell-tale tremors once more, your breath coming in shallow as he rubbed tight little circles around your clit. It was when you started trying to talk, babbling, telling him how you felt that Kyle knew what was coming, and that mixed with all the sensations he had been feeling himself was his rapture.

You came with a shout. Digging your nails into Kyle's forearm. His hips stuttered before he stilled, spilling into you with a final grunt.

“You’re so good, you’re so fucking good,” he whispered in to your hair as he held you close, toes curling as those final spurts left him. “I love you so goddamn much, so much.”

***

You both sat there a moment, breathing hard and fast. Kyle remained inside you, his cock softening, but never letting you go. Sweat began to cool on your skin, goosebumps raising along your arms.

That was…unexpected. It was uncomfortable at first, but a part of you had not minded. Underneath that stretch that had your body locking up was something else, a feeling you couldn’t fully describe as anything other than an unknown pleasure. It was faint, but your body wanted to seek it out.

And that hint of pleasure you had found and wanted to snatch for yourself had come back, mingling with the pain in a dance that had you unsure of where your physical body even was. Kyle may have been a bit desperate, but you were no better as you lost yourself in his touch. You wanted to feel shame at letting those barriers you normally put up come down, but with how you felt here and now, you couldn’t.

“Was…was that okay?” His voice was colored with guilt as he swallowed heavily. “I…I didn't mean to push you into it. I swear I won't do it again-”

“You didn't push me,” you said raspily, interrupting his personal reprimand. “Kyle, I know if I had said something, you would've stopped. Yes?”

He nodded, sweaty curls hitting the curve of your neck.

“Did I tell you to stop?” You nearly laughed when he shook his head, the image of a downtrodden dog coming to mind. “Then you did nothing wrong.”

Kyle sighed, his thumb rubbing along the breast he still had in hand. “I didn’t hurt you?”

Turning to lay on your back, your eyes searched Kyle’s face. Those thick eyebrows were scrunched, a small wrinkle between them deepening as his lips turned downwards. He was actually concerned, the thought cute but still making your heart thrum. Taking your hand you lightly traced a finger down the plane of his face, smoothing out his worry lines.

“It was uncomfortable and it hurt a little,” you admitted softly, hating how he winced, “but it didn’t stay that way. You made sure of that.”

“You, uh, you seemed like you were getting into it a bit,” Kyle smiled sheepishly, that grin growing as your face flushed.

“I…um,” you stuttered. Despite the fact that you were laid bare, that shy feeling found you. You tensed, ready to bring your hands up to hide your face when Kyle stopped you with a laugh.

“It’s fine, it’s great, really…knowing you liked it actually made it better, I think.” Kissing your head, he chuckled again. “it was better than I had imagined it at least.”

“And just for how long have you been imagining this?” Your teasing lilt stilled him, a tone he had never quite heard in your voice before.

Kyle sputtered for a second as red bloomed on his cheeks. His eyes darted to and fro before finally, he let out a sigh of defeat.

“Guy’s night.”

“Is that why you were acting so strange?” The pieces began to click into place. His inability to speak to you, the hesitant touches, the outright staring, it all began to make sense.

“Some of the guys were talking about it…guess I got a little curious…”

“Hm. Well you should probably thank them when you see them next.” you said bluntly, half ignoring the way Kyle's eyes shot to yours in shock, “I mean, it was a good idea…”

As your voice trailed off, Kyle's grin returned. “Are you saying you wouldn't mind doing this again sometime?”

“I mean it might be a while!” You hurriedly got out, laughter bubbling forth. After a moment your voice got quieter, a little more thoughtful, “but yeah… I suppose I am.”

You felt that nose you so loved nuzzle into the crook of your neck, kisses peppered along the skin eliciting a string of laughter neither of you could hold in.

***

Clyde had been staring at Kyle's face intently for the past 15 minutes, and it was getting on the redhead's last nerve. Apparently, a one time invite had been misconstrued into being an actual one in Clyde's mind, the man showing up to Cartman's yet again that Friday.

“Can I help you, Clyde?” Kyle spoke up, trying to keep his voice level. His annoyance was palpable, evident by how Stan's head whipped around to look at them.

“Something’s different about you tonight, Broflovski. What is it?” The brunette tilted his head, eyes roaming over Kyle's features.

“Nothing is different. Now if you would please stop staring at me that'd be-”

“You got some ass! Holy shit!” The man sprung up, finger pointed excitedly at Kyle who just looked alarmed.

Before Kyle could even get another word out, Kenny leaned out from the kitchen doorframe, lips curled up teasingly. “Kyle, you dog! Were you gonna tell us or what?”

Motherfucking Donovan, he mentally cursed. Now Stan and fatass joined the queue, their questions and shitty little jeers adding to the mix of excitement Kenny and Clyde brought.

A buzz had Kyle looking down at his phone.

Y/n: I'm going to bed! Love you love you love you ❤️

Kyle had so many images of you in his head, some sweet and some incredibly filthy, but once again the one of you curled up in bed had him smiling. It was a blessing during this whole awkward interaction.

In fact, it gave him an out.

“I'd love to stay and chat about this really, but my girl’s at home and she kind of needs me there.” Hopping up, he blatantly ignored the shouts of disappointment thrown his way. “You understand, right? Anyway, I'll see you guys next week!”

Rushing out of the house, he turned his phone on silent. He already knew the slew of messages he'd be getting from Stan, but he didn't want to think about that. All he wanted was to get home to you.

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