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dreamsofbroflovski · 6 months ago

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Kenny McCormick x Reader - i luv your girl

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Summary: Being stood up when you have the absolutely perfect anniversary date planned would be enough to send anyone spiraling and make them question if anything is even worth it at this point. Luckily for you, the perfect loverboy is willing to sweep you off your feet and show you a good time to help you make a decision.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content (everyone involved is above the age of consent), Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cowgirl Position, Semi-Public Sex, Cheating/Infidelity

A/N: Ugh, I am so fucking sorry. I had this thing like, 75% done on my Docs, and then something else on my life took complete chokehold on me and I couldn't make any progress on it at all for several days. I promise I'll try to write quicker and post more often in the future. Next up on the chopping block (I'm not actually chopping him up, though he deserves it) is Kyley-B, for a request (I'm taking those now) (Also sorry to the follower for taking so long to get to it I am a disgrace)

“Come on… Come on… Pick it up, will you…”

Clutching my phone in my hands firmly, close to my face as I stared at it with my eyes drifting between the ‘Call’ screen and the battery icon, I paced back and forth on the sidewalk. The sun shined bright and beautiful in the sky, still my mood was anything but - the nerves were exponentially starting to get to me, and I was on my last line.

It was supposed to be my two-year dating anniversary with my current boyfriend, and I had the whole day planned to perfection. Taking advantage of the fact that the weather forecast was announcing a very warm and sunny day - which is rare for our town -, I planned to spend the whole day with my man, starting off with a whole picnic in the park around the local pond. I was wearing my prettiest floral sundress and had a whole basket full of goodies to be enjoyed under the sunlight. Had made sure to arrive early and wait in a place that was of easy access for both me and my partner so we could walk to our destination together. It was all perfect.

Perfect, except for the absence of my other half.

For three hours now I had been waiting, sitting on a bench near a local restaurant that I usually frequent for lunch on workdays, looking around all the time for any signs of him, and he had not arrived. I called and called with my phone but they all went to voicemail, sent a bunch of texts that stayed on delivered - and worse, my battery was now close to dying out, since I forgot to charge it before I left, not thinking it was important since I didn’t plan on spending so much time on my phone anyway. It was currently running at 4% as I tried to call him as many times as possible before it died out and I had to think of another plan.

My heart skipped a beat as the call was answered.

“Baby? Baby! Where are you?” I exclaimed as I put my phone to my ear, my agitation clear on my voice.

“Mmmmm… Hey, babe… What’s up…” An extremely groggy version of my boyfriend’s voice came through the phone’s speakers, not nearly close to matching my anxiety.

“What do you mean, what’s up? Where are you?” My mind already had a faint idea of the answer, but I had a sliver of hope in my heart that it might be wrong.

“Huh… In bed.”

Of fucking course. “In bed? How? It's almost 2pm! We were supposed to meet three hours ago!” It was not my intention to scold him, but in my exasperation it sounded exactly like that.

A few seconds of silence from the other side of the call as my partner seemingly processed the information. “Damn… Sorry, babe. I stayed up late gaming with the boys and slept through the alarm.” He sounded slightly less groggy now, like my revelation was a shock to his brain, but not by much.

“I called you so many times, though!” I countered, “Why didn’t you pick those up?”

“Yeah, sorry about that. I thought it was telemarketing or something.” His voice didn’t carry a hint of remorse.

I took a deep breath, trying not to scream or make a scene right there on the street. The day was so beautiful, I just didn’t wanna waste it arguing. “Well, you’re still coming, right?” I asked, trying my best to sound patient and less accusatory. “Can you give me an ETA or something?”

“Babe, let’s just… Let’s just take a rain check, alright? It’s late already.” He sounded as nonchalant as could be as he said that, as if the thing he was cancelling wasn’t our literal anniversary date. “I promise I’ll make it up to you some other time.”

“It’s our anniversary, baby! I’m already here! What do you-”

With a jolly ringtone, the call was cut short. I put my phone in front of my eyes just in time to see the animation of it turning off on the screen, my battery breathing its last before the device died completely.

And then there was just me.

In small, shaky steps, I made my way to a street bench nearby and sat down, setting my picnic basket to my side and watching with glazed eyes as the cars went by on the street, still clutching my phone in my hand. After waiting for so long, making excuses for my boyfriend’s tardiness on what was supposed to be a date to celebrate the day our relationship started, a date I planned from beginning to end and made sure was completely flawless, it all went to shit in the span of one phone call that didn’t even get to end because I ran out of battery before it could. I was left alone, heartbroken, stressed and with no way of going back home except on foot.

Allowing myself to have at least one thing I wanted, I lowered my face, hiding it with my hands, and let the tears roll fast and plentiful. My whole body shook as I sobbed, all the nerves of the day taking physical form in the salty droplets running from my eyes, as I recalled not just how much of a bad current situation I was in, but all the previous disappointments in my relationship that I swept under the rug because of love. And, deep down, I knew I was likely to let the broom of my self-neglect swipe this one, too.

For what felt like forever, this was all that I had. One of the prettiest outfits of my life, a basket full of food, painful memories running through my mind, tears that didn’t seem to be able to stop running down my cheeks. Until I got something else.

“Hey… Ma’am? Miss?” A gentle male voice called near me, seemingly out of nowhere, bringing me back to the world of the living, so to speak. “Can I help you? Do you need anything?”

I shook my head, still not looking to the source of the sound, now feeling deeply ashamed of myself. Engrossed in my own feelings, I forgot this was still public space and someone was bound to question me at any time, considering how nosy people in this small town tend to be. “I’m fine,” my voice cracked a bit as I said it.

“I am pretty sure you aren’t,” The voice responded, with a sliver of irony, but still gentle, like he wanted to make sure I knew he wasn’t laughing at me. I felt a hand on my bare shoulder - calloused fingers shook it with just as much kindness as I heard in the voice behind them.

“It’s alright, sir,” I sniffled while trying to steady my voice, hoping my fake reassurance would be enough to make this unknown person leave already. “I’ll be leaving soon, don’t worry about it.”

“‘Sir’ is my dad,” He chuckled, “My name is Kenny. At least to all the pretty girls. So call me Kenny.”

His response took a small giggle out of me, even if my whole mind found it inappropriate to do so considering the circumstances. Whoever it was that tried to talk to me was actually making an effort to make things better, not just ask questions out of obligation or curiosity. Slowly, I wiped my tears away with my hands, answered him with my own name and lifted my face up, trying to put an image to ‘Kenny’. And put an image to it I did.

It was almost like the head and body of two different action figures smashed into one. From the neck down, it was simple and rather elegant. The man wore all black, as was common for that restaurant’s waiters; The usual dress shirt with the restaurant’s logo had its first two or three buttons open, making it just slightly more stylish. The charcoal gray apron wrapped around his hips was perfectly spotless like it had never been worn before, and he wore a pair of dress shoes that seemed to have been recently shined.

Once my eyes went up, though, everything seemed to change. His blond hair was styled in some sort of shaggy mullet. The very visible dark circles under his eyes came as a stark contrast to his laid-back posture and the youthful energy I just felt emanating from his body. On the matter of his eyes, I couldn’t pinpoint their color for the life of me; Some trick of the sunlight was clearly at play in them, because in some angles they were blue and in others I could’ve sworn they were lavender. Some tiny reddish nicks speckled his jawline and chin, likely from shaving and not doing a very good job at it. When his mouth was open, I could see that his teeth were slightly crooked, and he had a bit of a gap between the front two on the top row.

The things that were the most startling about his appearance, though, were the scars and piercings on his face, and those he had several of. I could count two eyebrow piercings, a nose ring, a single earring on his right ear and an industrial bar on the other that seemed to still be healing. On the matter of scars, all of them were healed and faded, but screamed gruesome stories; One on his upper lip that went up to end at the side of his nostril, another one on his temple, and a third, the biggest, started on the right side of his jaw and went all the way down to the start of his neck.

To be honest, I liked the look of the top part more than the bottom.

As he saw me looking up at him, the corners of his lips curved into a smile, a genuine one filled with kindness. “Wanna talk to someone about it?” He asked as he pushed my picnic basket on the bench away and sat to my side, leaning forwards with his face towards me.

“Ugh… No, I just…” My fingers ran through my hair in stress as I threw my head back, feeling my eyes burn with tears again and trying to chase them away so I could at least leave this situation and go home without further questions.

“Let me guess… boy troubles?”

It was a rather sexist guess on his part, but I wasn’t about to fight it, because he happened to be right. “How do you…?”

I turned my face to look at him and he pointed to my hand on my hair, where on my ring finger rested a thin silver band with my boyfriend’s name engraved on the inside. “You’ve got a ring.” Turns out he wasn’t being misogynistic at all. He was just too attentive, something I’m not used to.

With a sigh, I slouched forwards with my face down again.

“Now I’m curious,” Kenny admitted as he leaned back on the seat of the bench, resting his arms on top of it, “What kind of monster made a goddess like you cry like that?”

I shook my head again and pointed to his shirt, specifically to the restaurant’s logo embroidered on the uniform. “Don’t you have somewhere to be right now?”

“Don’t worry about it. The place’s practically empty right now. Most people are at the mall or at Stark’s Pond anyway.” He shrugged. “And besides… I shouldn’t tell you this, but my boss is acting kinda crazy thinking you’re scouting the place to rob. So me being here probably puts his mind at ease because now he has a witness.”

Great. Just lovely. Now, on top of my whole shitty life situation, I’ll also have to find all the workers at that place looking at me funny whenever I go in for lunch. “So you told him you’d come here to teach the possible thief a lesson?”

“No. I told him there was no way in Hell someone as adorable as you was up to no good.” It was the third compliment on my appearance in less than five minutes of interaction. Apparently he was the type of man to not be deterred by something as ‘insignificant’ as a woman’s boyfriend, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.

“Well, your boss can rest assured,” I said, “I was just waiting here to go on a date. No robbery plans.”

“That’s what I thought.” He nodded slowly. “But I saw you while I was working. You’ve been here quite a while. What happened?”

“Well…” I took a deep breath, trying to put it all into words without bawling immediately - it still didn’t stop some tears from falling and my voice from cracking as I finally spoke again, “Apparently, my boyfriend slept past his alarm and forgot our anniversary date.”

Sudden movement to my side had me startled and I looked up again. Kenny was on his feet, an exasperated expression on his face. “What a bastard! YOU’RE sitting here, looking like a fucking snack for him, and your stupid ass boyfriend is at his place sleeping when he could be ravaging you?”

This man sounded genuinely indignant, even if extremely crude - in a twisted way, it only served to fill my brain up with more thoughts that maybe I wasn’t being treated as decently as I deserved, because I found myself not wanting to dispute him or make excuses for my boyfriend’s behaviour, either. “Don’t put it like that…”

“I always put it in in many ways,” Kenny sat back down next to me on the bench, the double entendre he spat definitely understood and ignored by me when I tried my best not to laugh, “And the only thing your boyfriend there seems to be putting is stress on your shoulders.”

He put his hand on my back and rubbed it gently slowly, as if trying to physically remove this figurative weight he mentioned - and, surprisingly, I felt it working even if just a little bit. My facial expression probably gave my enjoyment away, because he didn’t remove his hand even after he stopped moving it, and I let him keep it like that.

“I mean, it’s not that bad…” I avoided Kenny’s gaze as I uttered those words, and immediately the pain he had soothed came crashing down again. “It’s just one date. I’m sure it’s-”

“Don’t you start this on me now,” Kenny interrupted before I could continue my poor attempt at a dispute, “You know it is that bad. It’s your anniversary. Fuck, if I had a chick willing to do all that for me, I’d stick to her like bubblegum on a shoe,” he chuckled nervously as he ran his fingers through his hair, the thought of having someone who cared about him that much apparently making his brain run amok - he was probably the type of person to try to get things done for people instead of the other way around.

“And I’ll say more,” he took a deep breath and continued as he took note of my silence, “Even if it was just a date, you should still be pissed. You agreed on something and he fucked it up. And now you’re here, looking sad and hot. If this happened to any of your girl friends, you’d tell them to send the garbage dick to the gutters, wouldn’t you?”

I tried opening my mouth to argue further, try to defend my man’s behaviour or justify it, but found myself running dry of the excuses I usually had on hand. It was like something inside of me had snapped, and if there was one goddamn day of my relationship where I would allow myself to be angry and expect reparations, it would be this one.

“Thanks, Kenny,” I murmured, nodding slowly and letting my gratitude shine through my eyes as well when I gazed into his, “Means a lot.”

“Don’t mention it,” he shook his head, making his shaggy hair flow beautifully and frame his face even better, “Consider this my first real attempt at becoming employee of the month.”

In a weird way, Kenny’s presence and his charisma were starting to make me feel better. I felt drawn to continue talking to him, if just to hear his voice more.

“Are you a new hire?” I asked, signaling with my head towards the restaurant where he worked at, “I come here often and I’ve never seen you there before.”

“Oh, no no no, I’ve been there a couple of months now,” Kenny was quick to answer, waving his hand in front of him to emphasize the negative, “But I usually just do cleaning duty and help in the kitchen. They don’t want me waiting tables because I ain’t exactly got a face for customer service.”

I didn’t argue with his comment, but it wasn’t for a lack of wanting to. The man sitting next to me was absolutely handsome. Every single one of his features displayed intense personality and charm, and the words in his voice always sounded extremely seductive no matter the subject. Kenny had a natural magnetism to him that most men could never have no matter how hard they tried. However, he was nonetheless a bit rough around the edges, and the piercings and scars probably were a red flag when it came to employment. Not his fault and there was nothing wrong with him, the only one to blame was our current society.

“Anyway, today I’m actually covering for a friend of mine,” Kenny continued, “Got in some sort of trouble and couldn’t be here, so he asked me to cover for him and it was the least I could do.”

Using my amassed knowledge of the restaurant’s usual waiters, I went through my mental images of all of their faces to try and guess who his friend could be. There was this other young man, about our age… “Is it the other blond guy? Also with the… You know, over his eye?” I moved my finger in front of my left eye, tracing a scar I remembered the other man having. Were facial scars an integral part of the restaurant’s uniform?

“Butters. That’s him.” Kenny nodded with a smile. “Really nice dude. Reliable. He’s covered my ass a couple of times, vouched for me to get this job too. I gotta check on him later to see if everything’s alright, he never misses a workday.”

The sincerity in Kenny’s voice and the way he beamed about his colleague made my heart feel warmer. There was obviously more to their friendship than just being work buddies, and I was sure this ‘Butters’ guy was very near and dear to him. Maybe next time I went in there for lunch we could strike a conversation or something.

But all good things must come to an end. With a stinging reminder that I still had a phone with zero battery on me and a whole walk to my house ahead, which would set me back on my ‘not think of my life’ objective a lot, I decided I should just cut that umbilical cord and let my new buddy go back to living his own.

“Well, Kenny… I think I really need to go. Don’t wanna take up any more of your time.” I run my hands over my eyes one more time, even though the tears have already all spilled by now and are basically dry. “Thanks for everything. All the best to you.”

I get up from the bench and wave him a goodbye, but feel him grab my wrist and tug at it as I try to leave. When I turn to him again, he’s holding up my picnic basket in his hand. “You forgot your… your thing here.”

He pushes it toward me, but I don’t pick it up, instead just making a dismissing motion with my free hand. “Keep it.” I shook my head. “I’m not hungry anyway. Think of it as a token of appreciation for keeping me company.”

��You’re not hungry? That’s bullshit!” He gets on his feet as well and tries giving me the basket again, more insistently this time. “You were waiting here for hours without eating. You must be starving.”

Kenny wasn’t wrong. During our whole conversation, I could feel the familiar pangs of hunger in my belly, my body’s painful way of begging me for sustenance. However, just thinking of coming back home all alone and having to eat all the food I prepared for me and my boyfriend, knowing full well that it was supposed to be for a special occasion and I had instead been bailed on like it was nothing, was enough to make my eyes burn again with the threat of another crying session. I wouldn’t be able to do it.

To keep myself from crying again, I just let out a downcast sigh. “It’s alright. There’s too much for just me anyway, I don’t want it to go bad. If you keep it you can at least share with your buddies or something.”

“Well, I’m still not taking what’s yours, that’d be fucked up. But…” His eyes darted to the side, looking towards his workplace, then back to the basket his holding and then finally to me again.

“But?”

“Well, as it turns out, I haven’t had my lunch break yet.” His hand releases its grasp on my wrist and he picks up his phone in the pocket of his apron briefly to check the time, putting it right back after he does. “So I think you can still have that picnic.”

It was unbelievable. “You’d… Do that for me?”

“It would be a real mistake to let such a perfectly prepared meal go to waste.” He made a gesture with his hand, towards my picnic basket - a gesture that I could’ve sworn encompassed me as well, theory only made stronger by the mischievous glint I definitely saw in his eyes.

His boldness had me flabbergasted. In any other situation, I’d be nothing short of horrified at the thought of an unknown man inviting himself to my business like that and basically taking over my day - but Kenny had been so kind, helping me with nothing but caring words as I bawled my eyes out, taking time away from his work to make sure an unknown woman was safe and okay while asking for absolutely nothing in return. And he seemed so genuine about it, too - even if he had made some playful passes, I wasn’t the slightest bit uncomfortable around him. He was being extremely nice about all of it and I found myself not ready to go back home and face the music of my terrible life just yet; Maybe Kenny and I really could have a great time together, even if it wasn’t what I originally planned.

“If you really want to…” I give him a gentle smile. “Let’s go, then.”

His eyes light up like a child’s as he hears my acceptance, and he hands me my basket to hold before starting to walk with purpose past me, leaving me confused. “Just stay here for a bit, okay? Don’t go nowhere.” He calls out to me, but as he sees my eyes widening and a little sadness flash behind them - I hadn’t considered that I’d had to wait even more for Kenny now, and my whole experience with today had me a little paranoid -, he’s quick to add: “I swear I’ll be quick, it’s just to warn the other folk! Be back in a flash!”

With a deep breath, I decide to trust him on this one. “Go, go!” I yell with urgency, turning my attention to other parts of my surroundings while he goes do what needs to be done.

Luckily I didn’t have to wait long. After just a couple minutes my ears picked up rushed footsteps coming in my direction - Kenny was now straight up running to meet me. He looked mostly the same, with a few key differences; He had ditched his apron completely and was now wearing a big orange parka with brown details on the hoodie. It looked cheap , old and beat-up, with a bunch of very visible stitching on the seams, like it had ripped off and been sewn back together multiple times before. It also had a couple dried dark stains splattered around it, but I wasn’t about to ask what they were.

“Feeling cold?” I pointed at the new addition to his outfit.

Kenny shook his head and shrugged, the jacket making a very characteristic plastic-like sound with his movement. “Just thought I might need it.”

You’re gonna sweat in that was my immediate thought, but the judgement that followed was to not to waste any time debating his decision, he’s a grown adult and must have his reasons. I adjusted the basket on my forearm as I began to walk, but Kenny quickly moved to my side and pulled it away from me, locking his right arm with my left one and holding the basket with his other hand. I turned to him with a confused look, but he said nothing about it, instead choosing to go on about something entirely unrelated as we made our way to our destination.

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The trip to Stark’s Pond was quite short, but filled with fun and laughter all the way nonetheless. Kenny was making progress on his objective of keeping me distracted from my current situation, telling me lots of jokes and sneaking compliments every other sentence like it was second nature for him to say them, which it might as well be. I had no doubt that, for anyone who went past us on the street and didn’t know who we were, the only thing they saw was one extremely happy couple.

I ended up learning lots of stuff about him, too. He opened up like a library book, probably to compensate for the fact that he saw me so vulnerable earlier. I found out that he was an extremely hardworking man, needing money not only for his daily expenses but also to help his little sister pay her university tuition - between that and his treatment of me, a person he barely knew, I had no doubt he truly had a heart of gold.

Besides the daily shifts at the restaurant and some odd jobs here and there whenever he got some free time, he was regularly busy during weekend nights, working as a bartender at a club in Main Street. I knew the place like the back of my hand. It was my old stomping ground - I had spent many a crazy Friday and Saturday night there, and it was also where I had met my current boyfriend, a drunk hookup that became a bigger thing. Ironically enough, once we made it official, he began to get bothered whenever I talked of going there and would give me the silent treatment if I did, so I eventually just abandoned it altogether to keep the peace.

“Well, if you ever feel like coming back,” Kenny said after I commented on the coincidence, “Then keep me company at the bar. Drinks on me. And not that overpriced stuff full of ice we usually make. Real alcohol.”

I told him he was full of shit and waved him off, but made a mental note of what he said… Just in case.

When we arrived at the lake, it was immediately verified that Kenny’s predictions about what the people in town were doing for the sunny day were correct. The park surrounding the pond was peppered with couples in love whispering sweet nothings to each other while watching the clouds, families with children throwing frisbees to their dogs, and groups of teenagers being as loud as they usually are and causing stress to everyone around them. My eyes scanned the space around me, looking for a decent open spot to sit down - meanwhile, Kenny just kept walking like he already knew where he wanted to go, and I absentmindedly followed him.

The realization that we had deviated a little from the main path only comes to me when the sound beneath my feet goes from soft grass to crunching twigs. We were breaching the forest nearby, Kenny bringing me swiftly around the trees like his legs had their positions down pat. I knew for a fact that there was a trail of beaten dirt through this same forest for those who wished to take a stroll in it, but we weren’t following that path. As I shoot an inquisitive glance and a frown towards my new friend, he just smiles, acknowledging my confusion but not missing pace over it.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I have the perfect spot,” He turned to me, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. “Unless you wanna go back and we can go sit next to those highschoolers with the speakers blasting 6ix9ine.”

I shook my head quickly and emphatically, immediately getting a pep in my step. “Oh no, I trust you on this one.”

Our little unexpected promenade didn’t last for much longer. Soon the trees started to spread more distant from each other, and we arrived at a small open area, a random glade I had never seen before. The tree canopies bunched together didn’t create their patchy roof over our heads any longer, so the sun was free to shine and warm up my skin. The branches fallen on the ground were few and far between, and the grass was decently smooth and level, perfect for relaxing on it. No animals were to be seen, probably scattered away much earlier after hearing our noises, but I could hear birds singing in the distance and catch one or two flying high above our heads.

“This is a nice place, Kenny!” I exclaimed, turning to him with a smile. “How much roaming around the forest did you do to find it?”

“I guess I’ve known about it for a while. Me and my bros come here all the time to have a smo- Think. We come here to think.” I laughed after hearing Kenny immediately try to correct himself, his sudden interest in a tiny pebble on the grass not going unnoticed either.

“You don’t have to hide it from me, I’m not a prude.” I shrugged. “Think anyone else might get the same idea today?”

“Nah, I don’t think so. And if they do, trust me, they’re gonna leave.”

Deciding once again to not question Kenny’s words or his methods, I opened up the basket in my arm and picked up a yellow and white checkered picnic blanket, opening it up and stretching it over the grass. My unexpected companion immediately started to help me spread the contents of the basket neatly on top of it, making all our food options easily visible.

And there were many of them. I had been quite proud of myself beforehand for managing to prepare a decent amount of stuff for my date, but it dawned on me that if I hadn’t had Kenny by my side it would have taken me a couple of days to get through it all on my own at home. Me and my improbable new friend talked a bunch more while we made quick work of the small club sandwiches, homemade chicken pie, carrot cake, some assorted snacks and drinks from the grocery store, and…

“Chocolate-covered strawberries? Seriously?” Kenny held up the small red box, shaking it slightly. “The big expensive ones too. You really went all out for this.”

“Hey, I forgot I had that! These are the best!” I let out a small squeal of surprise, the memory of having picked up the sweet treat earlier at the candy store having gotten lost in my head over all the stress I went through. I reach my arm towards Kenny, the tiny box too far away for me to get to it naturally. ”Can you pass me one, please?”

After I finished my request, my ears picked up some particularly close chirping, and I quickly turned my head around to look for any sign of a small bird that could be producing it, my hand still extended towards Kenny with my fingers wiggling as I waited for him to give me one of the sweet treats. I heard the characteristic noise of the box being opened, and something being shuffled inside of it, but nothing ever made its way to me. When I turned to see what was taking Kenny so long, I realized why - Kenny was staying put with one of the strawberries held between his teeth with half of it sticking out of his mouth. He couldn’t speak, but his eyes held the message of what he wanted me to do next.

I had to admit, I considered it for a brief moment. It was a simple act of play, but so sensual as well - I hadn’t been able to do this kind of silly stuff in quite a while, and it ignited something in me that had been dormant for a while now. I felt wanted. However, my moral compass was still blaring its sirens loudly in my brain, and I didn’t want to lead my whole life astray just because one guy I just met was giving me all the attention I needed. “Oh, come on, give me that!” I feigned annoyance and reached over to try and pick the fruit out from between Kenny’s teeth, but he quickly just gets all of it inside of his mouth and starts chewing.

“Had to at least try.” He chuckled, with his mouth still full, before picking out another strawberry from the box and handing it over to me properly this time.

“Do you try this with every girl who offers you food?” I inquired with irony in my voice as I plucked the small leaves off the top of the fruit, “The whole loverboy act?”

He swallows before answering this time. “Only when they’re as cute as you are,” He replied, “Which means I’ve never done it before in my entire life.”

If my eyes could roll back further into my head, they’d dislodge from it. “Like I said, Kenny, you’re full of shit,” I retorted right before popping the whole strawberry in my mouth, closing my eyes to savor its taste. My next words came slightly messed up, as I spoke with my mouth full, covering it with my hand. “I bet the girls are all over you with that.”

While I chewed on the fruit, Kenny stayed totally silent, his eyes scanning the plaid pattern of the picnic blanket under him. “What if it’s not an act, though?”

The sudden seriousness in his tone made my eyes shoot open immediately, and I flinched a bit, a frown creasing my forehead.

Kenny started scooting closer and wrapped his arms around me, suddenly pulling my body in one quick motion so I was seated between his legs while he hugged me tightly from behind. I tensed up completely in his arms, and didn’t dare make a movement even when his heavy breathing on my shoulder made the fine hairs behind my neck stand up. “Ken… I…” My uttering was almost non-audible, voice still strained from the surprise.

He grinned against the crook of my neck. “Ken, huh?” Kenny’s murmurs came out slightly muffled by my skin, “I can be that today, if you need me to. Just say it.”

“What are we doing, Ken?” My voice slowly started coming back to me, and I looked down towards the grass, seeing Kenny’s leg stretched right next to mine, barely touching it. He was too close now for me to be able to shake off his advances or pretend they’re just jokes; There was nowhere to go but right through them. “I shouldn’t be here…”

“What you should be is with someone who values you.” He cut my sentence with a firm and decided tone in his voice, getting a tighter hold of me between his arms. “A real man, not that sucker you’re dating right now. Someone who treats you right.”

I wanted to argue with him, ask him who he thinks he is to assume things about a woman he barely knows - but I knew his words to be true, there’s no point I can try to make that will make them not so.

Seeing that I was both not moving from my position and not disputing his claims, my guess is that he had newfound energy to get his point across, because he continued talking. “Do you know what I would do if I had a woman like you by my side, huh?” Kenny rhetorically asked, his voice almost a growl. “I’d wake up at the crack of dawn every day to provide for her. I’d make love to her every single night. I’d be the one planning dates and showing her a good time. I wouldn’t leave you alone to cry in the middle of the fucking street, I’d be too busy making you happy instead.”

“You said ‘you’ right now.” I immediately pointed out, even though it’s unnecessary. “Not ‘her’. ‘You.’”

“And I fucking meant it.”

With that, one of his arms loosened its wrap on my body and reached far for the tiny box containing the chocolate strawberries, and he picked one up in his hands, bringing it close to our faces. This one had a different design from all the others - instead of the usual white chocolate lines over the milk chocolate covering, this one’s got small red hearts as well. It’s more detailed, a tiny touch of romance to what is usually a very sexy treat in nature. Kenny cleaned the leaves out of the strawberry and took a bite out of it, holding the other half close to my lips. My nostrils immediately took in the sweet scent of the fruit, but I didn't open my mouth just yet.

“Look, I won’t force you to do anything you don’t wanna do. But if you let me, I’ll make you feel real good. Promise.” He murmured, digging his left hand’s fingers on the soft side of my belly one last time. The ball was fully on my court, but I could still feel the hints of his desperation for my body as he waited patiently for my answer.

Slowly and nervously, I parted my lips and let Kenny put the small piece of strawberry inside of my mouth himself, hearing him sigh in relief behind me as he did so. Once he withdrew his fingers from my mouth, that’s when I finally bit down on the small treat. This one isn’t as sweet as the others; It might not have been as perfectly ripe, so it had a tiny tinge of sourness mixed up in the fruit’s flavor. The milk chocolate around the fruit almost masked it up completely, though - the whole combination tasted absolutely heavenly, not just for the fruit, but also for the implications of it. I was in deep now.

Kenny almost doesn’t wait for me to swallow what’s in my mouth before turning my face to his and kissing me fiercely, his left hand getting tangled with the hair in the back of my head. I kissed him back with the same amount of fervor almost immediately, and all of my worries over this whole situation dissipated from my head like dry ice; Fuck what needed to happen for us to get to this point, fuck my problems and how I’d sort them out, fuck morals and especially fuck the outside world. This tiny little section of the forest was our own personal bubble, and I’d live in it for as long as I could.

When the tip of Kenny’s tongue brushed my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to grant it access, I realized I hadn’t accounted for one more piercing of his. The tiny little ball sitting in the middle of his tongue didn’t feel as cold as I thought it would, so it was more the sudden change in hardness and texture that threw me off a bit. I kept my cool, though, as I put my hands on both sides of his face and pulled it even closer to mine. I decided to try something out and touched his piercing with the tip of my tongue, flicking it ever so gently - I immediately felt Kenny’s hard-on twitch inside of his pants against my lower back.

As our tongues slid around each other and explored our connected mouths, his right hand slowly made its way up my thigh, sneaking under my clothes, ghosting over my bare pussy. I had been having so much fun with this man today, I’d completely forgotten I wasn’t wearing anything under my dress. Just this slight contact was enough to make my breath hitch and Kenny broke the kiss, his hand freezing in place.

When I opened my eyes, he was unapologetically staring at me. Mouth agape in surprise, pupils wide, it almost seemed like the whole galaxy was behind his eyes with the way they shined. Kenny looked like what someone would if you told them all of their dreams had come true at the same time.

“What a lucky son of a bitch.” He uttered almost non-audibly, the corners of his mouth slowly curving upwards into a delighted smile. For a moment, I wondered if he was talking about my actual partner or about himself. I wasn’t able to ask, though - Kenny’s left hand immediately grabbed my chin and tilted my head up, holding my face, ear and neck in perfect positions for him to start kissing, sucking and biting them voraciously.

The middle and index fingers on his right hand went back to gliding up and down my folds, picking up the building slick from my entrance and spreading it all over before settling over my clit and drawing quick tight circles over the bundle of nerves. Before I knew it, I was putty in Kenny’s hands, squirming and arching my back as much as I could in his grasp, my moans filling his ears and working as fuel for his ministrations.

Eliciting a whine of annoyance from my mouth when he did, Kenny took his hands away from me, not without planting one last wet kiss to my jaw. While I cooled down, steadying my breath, he brought his fingers over to his mouth, sucking on them and licking slowly. Then he sighed. “Fuck, no. This won’t do at all. Need you on my face, baby.”

I didn’t even have time to register what he said or the implications of it before he let go of my body and started moving behind me, stretching his legs under mine. When I quickly turned back to see what was up, he was already fully laid down with his head on the blanket, hands pulling at my thighs like he wanted to bring me closer to his upper body.

“Wait, what?” I tried to get up at my feet, but his pulling made me lose balance and I quickly sat back down as gently as I could, my knees now at both sides of his abdomen.

“Come on, over here,” he called, still trying to drag me over his body towards his face, “Or do you want me to beg? Because I’ll do it.”

Somehow the idea of Kenny begging for something like this made a blush spread quickly across my cheeks and ears, which probably burned bright like a beacon. How to explain to this man that I had never done what he wanted me to do?

My question was answered almost immediately - like everything else in my interactions with Kenny, I didn’t have to tell him, he knew straight away. “That fucking asshole,” he let out a disgruntled huff, rubbing his face with his hand as if completely stressed.

“Excuse me?”

“Your damn boyfriend,” he immediately responded, huffing again as if the mere thought of that man made him angry, “Can’t even eat out his own fucking lady properly.”

“I never said…” Once again with all my damn defenses, but this time it was aimed at myself. I’d feel awkward admitting to Kenny that even though I was fairly experienced, what with the long-term relationship, I still knew very little about my own pleasure.

“It’s written all over your face, baby,” he said, gesturing towards my beet red features, his expression softening. “But it’s alright. You take a seat and enjoy the show. This is my shift.”

He then started playing with the hem of my dress, twirling it between his fingers, waiting for my next move. Slowly, but surely, I started scooting on my knees towards his face, turning my face away as I got closer to his mouth. As I finally got to it, my bare cunt hovering above his face, his arms wrapped around my thighs and started pulling me down as if he wanted me to fall on him - was this guy trying to have his neck broken? To stop him from actually succeeding in this endeavor, I lowered myself steadily to where my folds were touching his lips.

And he got to work right away. His tongue started by licking tentative stripes through my slit, capturing on it my already plentiful arousal - I could hear Kenny’s satisfied groans as he tasted it, but the front of my dress falling over his head shielded me from any facial expressions.

His fingers splayed on the soft flesh of my thigh tightened their grasp as he started licking and sucking faster, and I leaned forward, putting my hands on the floor near Kenny’s head for stability.

“Yes, Ken! More! Aaah!” I called out once his tongue picked up speed, tugging fistfuls of my own picnic blanket as my fingers tried to dig into the floor. Seemingly content with my feedback, he mumbled something against my pussy, as if trying to speak, but the only thing that was definitely caught by my senses were the vibrations against my folds, all the way to my core.

Then and there I realized that Kenny might be an actual genius. Whenever his tongue would lap at my clit, or make its way to fuck my cunt again, I’d feel the tiny piercing on top of it - and it increased my pleasure tenfold. The extra stimulation of the hard metal ball with his soft tongue had me seeing blank before my eyes with every quick successive movement, and he knew it too, because I could hear him groan as he’d purposefully lap and flick and curl with his tongue mercilessly.

Before I could catch myself, I was rocking my hips against Kenny’s face, trying to get more contact, more of anything he could give me. His jaw and tongue followed my movements perfectly, like he was well prepared for this exact reaction. My thighs were quivering from the pleasure he was giving me as well as the strain of the position while I tried not to completely fall on his mouth. It didn’t take much long for me to figuratively do exactly that, though; With a loud cry that probably scared every single animal in a radius across the forest, I came on his mouth, my hands grabbing a fistful of the grass under them while I rocked shamelessly against Kenny’s face, riding it through my release. I could feel his nails digging at the flesh of my ass, but he never made a movement to pull me away, eating me up like a man starved.

Once I started coming to my senses again and brought back enough strength to my thighs, I lifted myself up away from Kenny’s face slowly and hiked up the front of my dress, looking down to be able to see his face at that moment. He looked back at me through half-lidded eyes, his cheeks and nose sporting a reddish flush that definitely didn’t exist before. My juices are splattered all around his mouth and he has this massive stupid grin on his face, showing almost all of his teeth.

“Gorgeous.” He uttered once he saw me staring back, his voice raspy and lazy. I merely chuckled, going backwards on my knees until I was close to his hips, where I finally settled, lowering myself back down to sit right on top of the generous tent formed in his pants.

Kenny lifted his upper body up on his elbows once he felt me positioned against his still clothed cock. “Oh, aren’t we eager now?” He teased, patting the ground next to him. “Lay down here, baby. Let me sort that out for you.”

I shook my head with a smirk. “I don’t think I will. This is my shift now.”

His eyes widened, astounded, as I put both my hands on his chest and pushed him back down with full force of my arms. His head was still lifted as his back hit the ground, and I made sure to maintain our gazes connected as my hands drifted to his pants, unbuckling and unzipping them with dexterity.

“Are you sure?” Kenny inquired, his eyebrows arched, but I was positive I could see the faintest hint of a smile on the corners of his lips. “I mean, I’m all for it, but aren’t you tired?”

“I’m fine. I wanna do this.” I tug down his pants and boxers just enough to free his cock, rolling my hips a couple times over it just to see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. “Besides, it’s good thigh workout.”

“Not that you need it.” Kenny’s hands ran over my legs, giving my thighs a light squeeze. Once he saw my hand going towards his dick again as I prepared to take him inside of me, however, his grip released and his arm reached over somewhere. “Wait, wait, wait! Time out!”

I glanced confused to the side and saw Kenny dragging closer to us his parka, which had long been discarded to one end of our blanket, and he stuffed his hand inside of one of the pockets. “What is it?” I tried to ask, but he just rummaged around in it for two or three seconds more before bringing out a blue foil package.

So that’s why he needed to bring the damn jacket. “Someone’s well prepared.”

“I mean… Better be safe than sorry.” Kenny replied, handing me the tiny square. “Come on, I was about to hang out alone with the hottest chick in town. A guy can dream, you know?”

I twisted the wrapping between my fingers, analyzing the information in it. Average size - though that tells me next to nothing about what I’m really working with - and of the ‘Ultra Thin’ variety. This fucking guy. “You’re clean, right?”

“Oh yeah, absolutely!” He answered at record speed, nodding for extra emphasis. “But I mean… It’s for your best, right?”

I placed the condom right back on top of his parka. “I’m on the pill,” I reassured him as his face sported a totally confused expression, “So, if you’ll let me… I want to feel you, Ken. Really feel you.”

He swallowed hard again, his dick twitching with more precum leaking out of the tip as he took in my words. Still pleasantly surprised by my decision, he slowly nodded, closing his eyes and seemingly letting himself relax - though I could almost see all the little cogs in his brain moving wildly with all the lewd thoughts he had of me, and it made for great fuel to my ego.

My hand wrapped around Kenny’s cock again and I lifted my hips up to get in perfect position on top of it, moving the tip around my entrance teasingly, spreading his pre over it and getting it mixed with my own slick. When I finally slipped about an inch fully inside and my cunt gave one small initial clench around it, Kenny’s eyes shot open and he grabbed my thighs again, like he was fighting the temptation of pulling me down immediately.

“Tight… So fucking tight…” He grunted between gritted teeth, his dick twitching once again. His words like fire on my lower abdomen, I steadied myself over him before slamming my hips fully down and burying him to the hilt in one motion, both of us letting out loud groans as he stretched my walls with little preparation. Kenny’s nails dug at my thighs with this, leaving the tiniest crescent marks on them.

After a few seconds to adjust to his size - the longest seconds of my life - I lifted myself up agonizingly slowly before sinking back down again, trying to keep a slow and teasing pace, but failing miserably as I quickly began picking up speed and riding him in earnest. His enthusiasm matched mine, his hands on my thighs moving to my ass, feeling every jiggle and bounce of my flesh.

And that wasn’t the only thing of mine that bounced that he seemed interested in. Now that Kenny’s eyes were open, he basically zeroed in on the movement of my breasts, pupils glazed over with hunger. Determined to give him the show he was so interested in, I quickly removed the straps of my sundress from my shoulders and pulled down the neckline, so that my tits were on full display for him. That same stupid grin he had exhibited earlier showed up yet again.

“Mmmm… Like what you see, Ken?” I teased, brushing a wild strand of hair off his face with one of my hands, my soft touch lingering.

“Fuck yes,” one of his hands left my behind to knead at one of the perky mounds, “You’re perfect. Your boyfriend is a fucking-” I silenced him immediately with a particularly hard crash of my cunt on him. I needed not hear further from his mouth except for grunts or praise.

With every roll of my hips and slap of my skin against his, I wondered more why I took so long to surrender to him. My decision to let him hit it raw might have been irrational, but I didn’t regret it one single bit; He filled me up so perfectly, his length like the perfect massager to my inner walls, bringing me bliss like I hadn’t felt in quite a while. My hands grabbed and tugged at his shirt while I moaned with the full force of my throat, throwing my head back as his cock hit that sweet spot inside of me with every movement I made.

“Ken… Ken… Aaaah…” His nickname left my mouth like the chorus of an earworm song, ever present, the only thing I could think about in life. And I continued to say it over and over, making sure that it would permanently stick to his brain as well, my voice his only true companion even with the deafening music of the club he worked nights at.

“Hell yeah, baby,” he groaned between gritted teeth, “Let it out… You keep saying my name like that and I’m gonna lose my fucking mind here…”

Even if he said it like something that was yet to happen, lowering my gaze to Kenny’s face told me that he was already absolutely going through it. His eyes were tight shut and his eyebrows were furrowed, almost in a manner of deep concentration; He was trying his hardest to not finish before I did, and it was awkwardly endearing.

The pace of my hips slowed briefly as I lowered my upper body down towards Kenny’s chest, keeping balance by holding myself on my elbows bent to the sides of him. Once he’s not as overwhelmed with pleasure and felt the tip of my nose ghosting against his, he dared open his eyes to meet my caring gaze and soft smile. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and lifted his head from the ground just barely, his lips chasing mine, yearning for their velvety touch - which I granted them gladly, taking him in a luscious kiss as my hips slowly regained their previous momentum.

“Beautiful… Like a damn angel… Heaven’s got nothing on you…” Kenny whispered against my lips as soon as they parted from his, and those words on his voice made my heart skip a beat yet again - it was like he knew all the buttons to press to make me melt for him, even though we barely knew each other - but I knew that after all this I was definitely keeping him in my personal circle.

Our slight experiment with real affection didn’t last long, though. In my new position, my clit was making contact with Kenny’s skin and being stimulated with every movement I made; Soon I had to take my face away from Kenny’s to bury it in the crook of his neck as I moaned, feeling my orgasm fast approaching again from the combined effort on my pleasure spots.

My thrusts became shorter and even quicker as I felt my muscles tightening again, the upcoming climax threatening to consume me, with my thighs also trembling and burning from the straining ‘workout’. I continued grinding on him with wild abandon until I came on his dick with a shuddering cry of his nickname; the sun in the sky feeling almost cold in comparison to the electric warmth that coursed through every inch of my body, sparks of pleasure jolting through my muscles, making my cunt contract wildly around that man’s dick as if trying to make him a whole part of me.

As a tough roar reached my ears, the motion of my hips was abruptly interrupted by Kenny’s hands grabbing the sides of them and holding me firmly in place; He replaced my movement with his, bucking upwards in an intense burst of stamina as he now allowed himself to chase his own release. Given how long he had been holding back and how quick and powerful each of his thrusts were now, it doesn’t take long to catch up to him - soon his hips jerk up one last time and stay firmly in place, and I feel his cock twitching as it fills me up with jet after jet of his warm seed.

He stayed put like this for a while, with his hips raised to meet mine, the sounds of our heavy breathing the only thing audible in the little clearing at that moment. When I decided to make the first move and get up, Kenny’s softening dick sliding off of me and allowing his cum to start dripping down my legs, his arms fell to his side and he stretched his legs, letting out a deep sigh of contentment.

“Someone’s happy,” I commented with a smile as I laid down beside him, watching the sunlight hit his golden hair just right.

“Ya think?” Kenny responded with a rough chuckle, immediately wrapping his arm around me and pulling me closer so I’m resting on his chest with my legs draped over his. “Damn, baby… I’m never letting you go now.”

Coming down from my high, I expected all of the usual occurrences associated with descriptions of cheating you see in fiction to wash over me: Regret, sadness, anger at myself - or, if I was a narcissist, at this man for indulging me -, despair, maybe I’d even start running some excuses in my head. Absolutely none of these thoughts came to pass. Instead, as I laid on top of the picnic blanket soaking in the warm sun with a peaceful Kenny lazily petting my hair, I felt a sense of absolute bliss; After so many things that seemed wrong in my life for the past two years, I was finally having a moment where I’m certain something is right, and the definitive decision was made in my heart to never let it be otherwise again.

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We unfortunately didn’t make it back to the restaurant before Kenny’s lunch break ended, which meant he’d probably get a scolding from his manager for being unpunctual. When I apologized for making him late, though, he didn’t seem the slightest bit worried about it - his boyish grin stayed on his face the whole time, and he was actually acting more mad about having to leave me and go back to waiting tables.

He did bring me inside of the restaurant through a door in the back and led me to the employee’s break room, where one of his colleagues had a charger I could borrow. I used it just enough to be able to call an Uber and have battery for the ride home, not wanting to overstay my welcome when Kenny was already on thin ice because of our escapade. Before I left, though, he still made sure to put his number on my contact list, under the pretext of ‘me sending him an album I mentioned earlier that he might like’; However, as he winked and blew me a kiss before being called over by one of the cooks to pick up an order that was ready, I knew music would not be one of our top 10 subjects in conversation.

Only two text messages were sent from my phone that night. One very long paragraph to my now ex-boyfriend, listing all the problems I had with our relationship with several examples and telling him to disappear from my life before blocking his number - not wanting to give him even the slightest chance to manipulate me - and deleting it for good. Another much shorter message, to a contact just named ‘🧡’, containing detailed information about my favorite drink in the whole world and telling him to have it ready by 10pm.

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dreamsofbroflovski · 4 months ago

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Hii!! I love your work sm, and you write so well. I was wondering if you could write something for Kyle 🙏🙏 Something smutty if possible 🤭 I'm not too picky, and I don't have anything specific in mind. It's totally fine if you can't, though!! Have an amazing day/night, take care of yourself, and I hope you're doing well <3

i see my giant thought transmission antenna i have in my roof is working properly. are we all just using 'shitter' alongside cartman and alec baldwin huh

because i was literally already writing for Kyle when i got this request sjkdkjsdkjsdkjsdikj so indeed i COULD write for him

i've been doing well. classes have started again (which means nowadays between 1 to 4 PST is prime 'yapping on phone' time because some of those classes can get pretty boring). it's been a little hard for me physically due to the disability but i'm glad to be doing something.

anyways, here it is! i'm aware it's a bit different from what i usually write, but i hope it's fire enough anyway. hope y'all have a great day/night too!

Kyle Broflovski x Reader - vodka, peach snapps, orange & cranberry juice

Also available on ao3!

Summary: Kyle Broflovski hated the beach. The sun, the sand, the sea, the people, nothing about it appealed to him. So, when you take him on a trip to one, he's not amused at all.

There might be something in there for the both of you, though, when he decides to remind you what happens when you upset him.

Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content (everyone involved is above the age of consent), Smut, Established Relationship, Public Sex, Beach Sex, Penis In Vagina Sex, Prone Bone position, Doggy Style, Possessive Behavior, Angry Sex, Arguing, Kyle just being an asshole

A/N: okay so! if anyone is confused about beach vibes in march, i'm in the southern hemisphere and it's hot AF in here because it's still summer. so i figured i might as well drag my favourite guy to suffer through the heat with me, as a final goodbye to bright sunny days and this table fan i have turned on 24/7 in front of the computer

kyle is such an asshole in this one it was hard to write the argument. i might just put him on a sex ban and focus on other characters for a bit (oh who am i kidding i love this ginger if he appears to me on a vision i'm definitely running right back to him)

it's a bit different from my usual work, but i hope you guys like it!

“Do we really have to do this?”

Because of course those had to be the first words that left your boyfriend’s mouth as soon as he settled on the driver’s seat beside you, the door not even fully closed before he voiced his complaint, like a child that reeeeeally doesn’t wanna go to the doctor instead of a grown-ass man on vacation.

You and Kyle had decided to go on a road trip to the beach during the first weeks of autumn. It wasn’t exactly prime vacation time - but it was when you two managed to get away from your jobs simultaneously to go on this trip, the rental places were cheaper, and global warming was slowly making sure all seasons felt like summer anyway, which meant it was still decently hot and proper beach temperature.

Unfortunately, another thing that had been scorching ever since you arrived at the place was Kyle’s temper. The reluctant way with which he accepted your trip idea - not that he had much of a choice, since he was the one who chose the last place you went to, and fair’s fair - should’ve been a warning sign, but careful negative comments and and sure, whatevers shifted into outright complaints upon arrival, and even though it was only your first day around, he already didn’t seem keen on anything that involved leaving the Airbnb.

“Kyle, we hardly even got here,” you responded while you both buckled in your seatbelts, “Of course we gotta see the sea!”

In spite of his complaints, he still started the car, continuing to talk while looking over his shoulder as he pulled out of the driveway of the rental. “We have a pool at the house. You could swim there! Clean water, no people…”

“It’s not just the swimming, baby, it’s the vibes! Sunny days like these practically beg for the beach!”

“Or we could’ve gone camping instead,” the mere mention of the concept seemed to bring a happier intonation to Kyle’s voice, but it got snuffed out quickly once he realized it was not the reality he was living in. “The weather’s also great for that right now!”

“We went camping a few months ago,” you reminded him, conveniently forgetting to add that the concept of a forest and insects and sleeping in a tent did not appeal to you at all in this hot weather. “It’s good to have variety.”

His response to that was a nonsensical grumble about the concept of ‘variety’, possibly to give himself some time to pick apart your argument in his mind, his eyes squinting both from anger and from trying to make out the road with the sun shining on the windshield.

“I really don’t understand what it is that people like so much about the beach.” Well, that wasn’t exactly a direct counter to the case you were making, but if those were the straws his mind was giving for him to grasp at in this fight, then by God was he going to do so. “I mean, what is there to like?”

Ugh, the way he placed that question. Like something he was legitimately intrigued by, expecting an honest train of thought to understand - but years of knowing Kyle, both as friend and lover, taught you to recognize the traps he laid when he had a point to prove; whatever answer you gave, no matter how elaborate and efficient, or even if you decided to stay completely silent, it would be picked apart and analyzed in a way that particularly fit the concept he already had created in his mind. It was smart, and absolutely worked, but being on the receiving end of it had to be one of the most annoying things in creation.

Yet you just had to, this time. Knowing what was coming your way, you walked right into it, armed only with outstanding patience and love for him. “It’s relaxing,” you responded with a small shrug, “Come on, Kyle. Can’t you imagine it? Laying down in the sand, listening to the waves, warming up under the sun…”

Just as you trailed off in your genuine explanation, painting a picture of it in your mind’s eye, he laughed sarcastically. “Relaxing!” He shook his head to himself, “What’s relaxing about getting sand stuck everywhere and swimming in dirty, disgusting-ass water? Do you know just what goes in the sea every single day? It’s all bacteria, sewage, oil and dead stuff at the bottom. And people pee in there all the time.”

Wow, way to throw a bucket of cold water in your daydreams. “Eeh… People don’t usually think about that, no.”

“Of course they’d rather not.” He scoffed. “Because if they did, then nobody would go to the beach, and all those overpriced houses would lose value.”

“It’s a pretty environment,” you pointed out, “Just seeing things feels nice too, you know.”

“Ah yeah, because nothing screams beauty like dozens of half-naked people breaded in sand and salt water hanging out in the sun.”

“Some people are into that,” you shrugged, “You could chill out a bit too.”

“And this thing!” Completely ignoring what you said and continuing his tirade, he gestured with his right hand encompassing your whole body. “Where did you buy something like this? The sex shop?”

Now it felt like you were getting to the root of the problem Kyle had. It had come up once or twice back at the house - actually, it surprised you that he hadn’t picked a bigger fight about it earlier; you liked to think that it was because he was too smitten to talk. But, now that you were actually wearing it to go out, it was like the situation clicked in his brain. “It’s not that small.” You looked down at the bikini you were wearing. It was new, and surely it might be smaller than what the conservative hicks back at your hometown were accustomed to, but it wasn’t by any means an affront to modesty. It covered everything that needed covering and kept in place what needed keeping, not to mention it was absolutely cute.

However, it was clear that all meant very little to your boyfriend. “You’re wearing basically nothing!” He insisted, making some more grandiose gestures with his arm towards nothing, maneuvering the steering wheel with only his left hand. If he wasn’t raging, that move would’ve been absolutely sexy. “You had a great swimsuit before! What happened to that?”

“I’m not wearing a one-piece to tan, Kyle! The markings are not gonna look good!”

Bzzzt. Wrong answer. “What markings? Look good to WHO?”

This was one of those times where your boyfriend’s lifelong experience with road rage served him well. Because if anyone else was in his position, visibly fuming like he was, the car most certainly would’ve swerved. “To myself! And you’re gonna like them too, Kyle, you’ll see.”

“I already like how you look!”

“Then you’re gonna like me after that too! And also, it’s healthy.”

He shook his head, putting his other hand back on the wheel. “I just hope you know what you’re doing. People get skin cancer doing that sort of thing, you know.” He shuddered and his knuckles turned white as he held a firmer grip, as if terrified by this scenario his own paranoid mind created.

This time, the buzzer rang for his words instead. Frowning, you put one hand on his shoulder - not as a way to comfort him, but to grab his attention in the manner of a warning. “Don’t even joke about that.”

That more serious tone you used seemed to have gotten to him, a slight frown forming as he actually considered the words that left his mouth possibly without thinking. “Look, I’m sorry. But I’m not joking! It happens!”

Your fingers dug more onto his skin, as if physically giving emphasis to what you were saying. “A few days of tanning isn’t gonna do that to me!”

“Well, maybe we should avoid it just in case,” he shrugged lightly, “You know, go back home. Chill there.”

A deep, prolonged huff left your throat, as if you were physically exhausted. This was becoming ridiculous, and you were sure it wouldn’t get better if you kept feeding into it. So you decided to deploy the secret weapon - the one thing that was sure to stop this argument with your boyfriend, to get him right where it hurt.

“You’re acting like your cousin, Kyle.”

Quiet as a church mouse the rest of the way there.

However, in spite of the graveyard-like silence that held him back from voicing complaints, as soon as the both of you got out of the car, it clearly took everything in Kyle’s power not to push you right back inside and drive far away from anything beach-related. Whether you were aware of it or not, your body looked fantastic in your new bikini; with every step you took, men were turning their heads to you like sunflowers to the brightest star - with your very infuriated boyfriend right on your heel shooting them all glares that could also burn just as much as it did.

After not much deliberation and with very quick steps - because Kyle was absolutely frantic and scrambling to settle down before anyone else could get their eyes on you -, you both found an empty spot near some tall rock formations, with not many people around since it didn’t provide much of a decent access to the sea.

“I’m not gonna get any sun in here, baby,” you complained as you pointed to the rocks, which made the sand beneath your feet much more pleasant to stand on with the shadow they cast.

“Well, you’ll just have to make do,” he retorted gruffly, already in the middle of opening his beach chair and setting it on the ground with a bit too much force compared to what was required to do so.

Rolling your eyes, you decided to just let him have this. There was still a decent spot with sun for you to lay on, which was where you put down your beach towel, and hopefully chilling out alone and listening to the ocean might mellow Kyle’s temper enough for him to agree to move to the more open areas later on.

With all your belongings properly placed - a task made more time-consuming than necessary due to Kyle meticulously calculating the positioning of the beach umbrella so it would constantly create the biggest amount of shade from any position of the sun -, you both were free to finally enjoy, or morosely partake in, your bright afternoon out. And you came to find that even your boyfriend’s little fit had done little to dampen your spirits; by the time you were sat, relatively protected of the oh-so-annoying sand by the fabric of your towel, the sour moods had been all but washed away, replaced by a sense of calm and contentment. Even the man seemed less grumpy, seated in his chair with a bottle of ice-cold water at his side and a nice huge book in his lap, sheltered from the UV radiation by the trusty colorful umbrella.

In preparation for your sunbathing time, you took the bottle of sunscreen and spread it around the parts of your body that you were able to reach - arms, chest, legs and face, all properly covered, but still in a way that your skin could still tan. That left just your back without any protection. “Kyle…” Turning your face to him, you called out in a higher-pitched tone, one that you’d used with him quite a few times in the course of your relationship and that by now he had also learned to associate with trouble.

It took him a few seconds to acknowledge your voice and lift his own face up, almost as if he was expecting you to give up or for there to be another person with his name to take the problem for themselves. “Need anything?” He eventually asked, one eyebrow arched above the upper line of the reading glasses perched on his nose.

You lifted the bottle of sunscreen and shook it to draw his line of sight. “Can’t reach my back,” you responded using that same cutesy pleading voice, laying on your stomach while still keeping your eyes on him. “Help me here? Pleeeease?”

For a moment, you could almost see a tiny angel and devil in Kyle’s shoulders battling against each other - his ever-present proclivity to be a good boyfriend and help you out with whatever you needed versus the current desire he had to tell you to eat shit and let you burn yourself under the relentless rays while he chilled in the shade. Luckily for you, the angel did eventually win - whether by legitimate concern or by a lingering awareness that he was still willing to get laid that night, after all - and with a tired sigh, he let go of his book, took off his glasses and got up from his seat, grabbing your sunscreen and settling behind you, knees on the sand on the sides of each of your legs.

Hearing the tiny sound of the bottle cap opening, you closed your eyes, letting yourself relax while your boyfriend did his thing. Even though it was expected, never could you truly be prepared for the full-body shudder that coursed through you when the cold sunscreen hit your already sun-warmed back; but your boyfriend’s hands were already on the case, spreading the liquid into a shiny thin layer on your skin. A gentle pressure accompanied his slow movements, almost like a massage, an image enhanced by the small circles Kyle drew with his thumbs as his palms drifted around. Unnecessary to the work he was doing, but very much appreciated.

During a minute or two, that was all there was to it - Kyle silently rubbing around the sunscreen on your skin with determined concentration while you nearly dozed off, your arms crossed under your head for a makeshift pillow, crashing waves and faraway chirping birds providing a relaxing background noise that seemed straight from one of those ‘Meditation Music’ videos on Youtube. What prevented you from getting completely distracted was the steady increase in pressure you noticed as his hands made their way to the lower half of your body, not nearly enough to be uncomfortable, but certainly placed there with more purpose than it started off as. You could even swear his breathing had gotten a little heavier once he had reached your waist, fingers lingering at your sides just a little bit longer than necessary with an unintentional tickle before continuing their descent.

Until you couldn’t deny it anymore. Once he got to the base of your spine, he was definitely taking deep breaths through his nose and pressing down on your body almost as if he was making an active attempt on pinning you down rather than just holding you. His thumbs pressed down on your lower back, filling in the faint dimples there, before both hands moved even lower, grazing the fat of your ass before moving to the sides to get to your hips.

Then you figured you had to say something. Between the extra pressure, his dragged-out exhales and the fact that he was basically feeling you up in public, there was something abnormal about the way he was acting, which went past mere ‘just helping out with sunscreen’ behaviour. “Baby? Is everything alright?”

The surprise caused by the break in quietude would’ve caused anyone else to flinch and take their hands away from the situation altogether - but Kyle did the opposite, finger pads pressing down on your flesh further at the sound of your voice. “Yeah,” why did his voice sound lower now? “I’m just doing what you asked me to do here. Nothing wrong with that.”

“I know, it’s just…” This time, you cut yourself off. Considering that he was finally being cooperative, you weren’t about to start yet another pointless argument if you could avoid it. Besides, he wasn’t doing anything wrong or that you didn’t like; his hands always felt amazing on your body, in any context, so all opportunities to get a bit of that were appreciated. If both of you were getting something out of this, then the trip had been worth the money spent.

Satisfied with your compliance, he hummed sharply in agreement before turning his attention to your body again, this time making no attempts to hide the way his hands grabbed at your ass instead of just rubbing on it like he was doing before. Figuring you might as well help a man out, you giggled as you lifted it off the ground the tiniest bit - but still clearly noticeable, considering the low growl he emitted before squeezing tight on both cheeks, spreading them apart and pushing them together like his own twisted entertainment.

His palms wandered more and you expected him to go for your thighs this time, maybe paw at the soft flesh and watch everything jiggle. But he surprised you yet again when his dominant hand trailed inward instead, tracing the edge of your bikini bottoms, over your ass and lower still - until he reached your covered center. Your breath hitched at the press of his fingertips, relaxed eyes opening wide.

Whatever doubt you might’ve had about that particular action being deliberate, any suggestion that maybe he just had gotten distracted looking at your body and struck gold by accident, was out the window when two fingertips pressed firmly over your core, as if trying to get inside of you through the barrier of your bikini; not getting very far in that specific mission, but enough for your boyfriend to show he knew what he was doing. With a slow movement that didn’t lose the intensity of the pressure, he then dragged those same fingers to hook at the edge of the fabric, pulling it to the side.

The moment of silence that followed seemed to scream Kyle’s thoughts straight into your brain. You didn’t have to look over your shoulder to know that he was unabashedly staring; the gaze of those darkened olive eyes burning into the lower half of your body could even tan you itself. His other hand pulled your cheek to the side a bit, giving him a better view of your cunt, glistening with a film of your arousal that had built up from his earlier touches and the proximity of his body. The effect he had on you, physically manifested.

That hand he still had on your ass then took to the job of tugging your bottoms further away from what they were supposed to cover while his fingers dipped between your folds, moving along your slit with a small wet noise that at that moment seemed louder than the very sea. Your eyes shut tight again when he breached your center, getting only to the first knuckle before retreating slowly, a move that appeared to tease him just as much as it did you.

Maybe you should say something, your possibly much more refined awareness of your environment told you. The lack of other people passing by might’ve allowed Kyle to forget that you were still at the beach, and silence plus relative privacy plus being half-naked equaled a perfect opportunity. It was up to you to be responsible, even if it meant dealing with a bit of his embarrassment for a while and depriving yourself of his touch. “Baby, maybe we should…”

“What?” The loud snarl had you startled. His tone was very much alert - this man had not been distracted. “A guy can’t even touch his own girlfriend anymore?”

You didn’t think you even understood what that was about. But clearly, he was still mad. “What? Kyle, it’s not like that…”

“It is like that!” The tone he used to bite back at you, stopping your train of thought, could probably cut through steel. All of a sudden, both his hands were planted at the sides of your head, supporting his body as he hovered dangerously over yours. Now it was his hips that were outright grinding on you, pressing his cock insistently against your ass, and his next words were punctuated by sharp hisses between his teeth. “You put on this fucking thing just to… To show off to everyone… All those motherfuckers staring at your body... While I can’t even touch you… Want me to sit here… Watching you… Like a fucking idiot…”

Only the feeling of him like this, babbling his frustrations away while rutting into you like a wild animal, was sufficient for your judgement to start clouding. You didn’t know what to do. He was as hard as he could possibly get already, straining against the fabric of his swim trunks, and you just knew it hadn’t been a recent development caused by his little massage alone. The idea that he might’ve been fighting his own arousal from the first moment he saw you in your beach ensemble, hiding behind his anger to deny his dirty thoughts amidst the petty arguing, was exhilarating - and to burst that bubble, even if it was the more rational thing to do given the public setting, would be such a waste.

“It’s not like that at all…” Your repetition came off more stupid than you intended it to, fingers curling into the beach towel and grabbing a handful of soft sand through the cotton in the flimsiest tether to your good judgement. That same sand was spilling over the towel with the movements of your bodies, sticking to your skin. “I didn’t wanna make you mad…”

“It doesn’t fucking matter… You did,” he lowered himself to his elbows without stopping his grinding, lean chest just an inch or two from touching your back, caging you in even more.

“Just tell me what you want from me,” well, now it just felt like you were stalling time. His thick hardness pressing against your behind felt amazing, every movement of his hips feeling like a promise of a wonderful time for the both of you despite the tense atmosphere. “Tell me so I can help us out…”

“Telling you didn’t work earlier,” his voice got deeper, “I’ll just fucking show you.”

The rutting motions stopped. Swiftly, he lifted himself up and away from you, going back to the kneeling position he started out in, and you turned your head as much as possible to look over your shoulder and see him staring down at you intensely. He didn’t break line of sight on your face as his hands undid the string of his swim trunks, loosening them enough for him to pull the waistband down and take his cock out, giving it a couple tentative strokes.

Alright, he was definitely out of it now. Kyle Broflovski, ever prim and proper, who had taken his sweet ass time warming up to PDA and avoided talking about your sex life with his friends at all because he valued privacy that much - that Kyle was about to fuck you on a public beach in broad daylight because you had pushed the green-eyed monster inside of him to its limits. And now it was loose to attack.

“Kyle, we’re… we’re in public,” you tried to warn him, eyes moving around as if they’d capture anything else in your surroundings from the precarious position you were in. All you could see, though, was the vast sand, your little set of items you brought, and Kyle touching himself without a care in the world.

“Yes, and?” Another small wet sound began filling your ears again - this time, that of his precum spreading over his cock with the movement of his hand.

It was clear he did not give a fuck. You wondered, even, if you should. “What if someone sees us?”

“Then that’s their luck,” he responded plainly, “What, do you have an issue with other people knowing who you actually belong to?”

The way your heart raced in that moment was somewhat suspect in its meaning. Even if you were terrified of getting caught and facing the consequences, there was no denying the thrill of the entire situation, the rush of excitement that set your veins alight just from the prospect of getting so thoroughly taken by Kyle without a single thought to give to the world around you. Having your pleasure mean more than decency or morals or the law itself; return to those usually repressed primal instincts which always made for an electrifying reminder that, at the end of the day, humans were still animals.

Relenting, but still with the last hint of shame that your logical mind didn’t shake off, you shook your head and planted your face on the beach towel, trying to hide the reddish tint that burned through all of it now - but there was no way to hide from him the fresher coat of arousal that dripped from your exposed cunt with the image his words painted in your mind.

“That’s what I thought,” he rasped, but there was an undertone of satisfaction, the proof that you were on the same wavelength as him on this matter chipping away at his anger, just a tad.

The wet sound ceased and you felt the weight of his cock resting on your lower back while both his hands took the sides of your bikini bottoms and pulled them down slowly, until they were at your knees. Your attempt at lifting up your hips or legs to assist on that action were met with Kyle stopping altogether to press your body down - understanding that your movement was not required or appreciated, you stopped trying.

Once your panties were off, you felt the weight of his cock resting on your lower back, another small drop of his precum landing on your skin, before your boyfriend manually nestled himself between your cheeks and moved it slowly, tracing the line from your tailbone to your entrance. His non-dominant hand got hold on one side of your ass and spread it to the best of his ability to give him a better view of your cunt, while the other kept a firm grip on his dick.

“Fuck, I love you so much…” His barely audible declaration sounded most absurd amidst the little squelching noises that were being drawn again with Kyle beginning to rub the head of his cock around your entrance, coating the angry tip in a mixture of both your arousals.

“I love you too… Kyle, please, just-”

Your attempt at calling out to him was interrupted once more with a scoff. “Oh, so now you want me, huh?” The sarcastic complaint was accompanied by him giving your ass a few taps with his cock, knowing exactly how he was getting to you. “Couldn’t have thought of that before you decided to make me mad, now could you?”

Well, for all of his complaining, he surely didn’t seem like he was willing to wait much longer, either. Thankfully, Kyle was rarely a tease - someone as short-tempered as him never took kindly to wasting time -, so it was just a few more seconds before he was pushing inside of your warmth with a prolonged grunt that seemed to bleed off every drip of impatience he had bottled up the past couple of minutes.

“Thank you… Thank you,” you murmured pathetically as his girth filled you up, the tension in your body caused by the expectation easing away with every inch.

You felt his hips pressing down on your ass before he did answer, forcing himself as far as he could go on your cunt, which, given his length, was a lot. “We could’ve been doing this the whole time back home… But no, you had to go and be such a bitch.”

That type of language should’ve earned him a good talking right back - especially since it was abnormal to him. Kyle was more into the praise section of his vocabulary when it came to you, so it needed to reach extreme levels of worked-up before he began really calling you names. At that moment, though, he could’ve referred to you by whatever goddamn word he fancied; because he had started moving inside of you, setting a steady pace immediately, and the way he reached deep inside you always managed to put out any argumentative fire you might have going on, leaving only the heat of passion.

“My bitch, though, right?” The almost full weight of his torso was suddenly down on yours - he was laying over you completely, chest flush against your back while he spoke near your ear. “Even when you’re acting like that… You’re still mine…”

You hummed in agreement, but considering the hard thrust that shook your entire body and had your cervix bruising, it wasn’t good enough an answer. “All yours,” the words seemed to quiver as they left your mouth, “Do what you want to me… Please…”

“Exactly,” he nodded against your shoulder even though you couldn’t see it, “And I will.”

Pearly white teeth sank down on the crook of your neck, making you squeal and leaving a reddish mark, before moving to your nape and tugging at the string of your bikini, yanking undone the small bow you had made to secure it while his hands simultaneously did the same to the knot behind your back. Soon your cute little top laid loose on the beach towel, your breasts squishing on top of the fabric without being constrained by it. They weren’t free for long, though - Kyle’s hands took to that job, being shoved under your chest and grabbing the perky flesh with a firm grasp that mirrored the roughness he used to pound into you.

“Much better… Much fucking better,” he growled, “Should’ve done this a while ago… Get rid of this fucking thing…”

His fingers dug so deeply into the soft skin that even his very short nails were managing to leave the shallowest indents on it, to be accompanied by bruises you’d only see building up hours later back home. Your ass jiggled with every hit of his hips as he thrusted, that thick cockhead absolutely bullying your sweet spot, your arousal coating his base as your cunt gushed even more. Whatever he was running his mouth off about died down as nips and quick kisses were peppered on your shoulders and the back of your neck, making you shiver and your breath hitch with electric goosebumps.

Fuck, did his weight and his hands on you feel amazing. Yes, he had you completely caged in under his body and unable to make any movement, completely at his mercy, but never had you felt more free. It felt like he was everywhere - warming up every inch of your skin, massaging every silky ridge of your walls, talking to your very mind when he whispered in your ear. Even your eyesight seemed to capture him in every aspect of your environment, conjuring images of a face and body it couldn’t see at that moment but which had been living in your heart ever since the first moment you saw it.

When under him, your whole world was Kyle. The pleasure he brought, the love he had, even his fury - nothing made sense if he wasn’t there to give it to you.

Overwhelmed with equal parts love and lust, your body began to tense again in a way that had nothing and everything to do with the weight placed over it. You were getting close, letting out small whines and squirming from the pleasure buildup, barely managing to move much under Kyle. But whatever movement you did have was noticeable - both your twitches and your constant squeezing around his cock told him what he needed to know.

Through his labored breathing, you could basically hear the slight smirk when he spoke to you again. “You’re close, aren’t you? Gonna cum for me, (Y/N)?”

Apparently, you were at a point where you’d only be granted the great blessing of coherent speech if it was to answer his questions. “Yes, Kyle, fuck yes, I-”

A sudden emptiness, like your whole physical body had been hollowed. Right as you called out your nearing orgasm, Kyle pulled out almost completely, keeping just the tip inside and stilling for a moment, his hands leaving your breasts so that he could lift himself on his forearms for adequate support.

“No, you won’t.”

Your immediate reaction, either a complaint or a whine, became little more than a choked sound from your throat once he placed that simple statement. He hadn’t lost his tempo - he never does that -, he hadn’t slipped; that was a calculated move.

“Not until you say it.” The shallowest of thrusts accompanied his speaking now, barely dipping his cockhead in and out of your begging entrance, teasing it with empty promises of bringing back the depth it basically screamed for. “Apologize for your bullshit.”

Though in other scenarios you might’ve asked for a bit more clarification on what your boyfriend meant, there was no time for such discussion in that specific moment; not with the little kisses from his tip distracting you, making your walls flutter stupidly around nothing as they missed the pressure on them. “I’m sorry,” you muttered almost absently, trying to channel all your focus into that sensation between your legs, taking whatever you could get out of it.

Given the way he clicked his tongue, that wasn’t enough. “Properly,” he insisted, “You have to tell me what you’re saying ‘sorry’ for. If you’ve truly learned your lesson, then it won’t be a problem.”

Trust and believe, you wanted to have learned it. Giving him what he wanted wouldn’t be an issue if you did. But everything had happened so fast - the bickering had worn you out, then the relaxing ambience of the beach and his touches on your body had fogged up your thoughts and made you forget what even the fight was about. All you knew is that you needed to apologize, appease him, if you wanted that release to be granted to you.

“I… I don’t know,” you admitted, “Kyle, I’m sorry… Just… Help me out here, please…”

You weren’t sure if he would really dignify you with an explanation, considering how much he was making a point that you’d ‘learn your lesson’. However, Kyle was nothing if not impatient - he was struggling just as much as you, if not more, to keep edging the both of you like this, his whole cock throbbing with the need to have your cunt wrapped tight around it again. So, with a long sigh which emulated an annoyance that really didn’t reach his heart, he basically jumped at the opportunity to play teacher.

“You pissed me the fuck off,” he finally stated, “You argued with me. Made me angry. Made comparisons I didn’t like. And then tried to act like nothing happened. But most of all…”

A slight pressure on your back - shifting his weight to one arm, he pushed you down with the palm of his other hand, a tiny sample of the possessive cage he had you in earlier. “You let other people see what’s mine.” This last part seemed angrier than the rest of the explanation, as if it meant more in relation to everything else. “All those fucking guys staring. Eating you up with their eyes. You’re not supposed to be a sight for them. You’re mine.”

He spat those concepts related to other men like they personally hurt. Jealousy always managed to have a powerful hold on Kyle’s heart - his love for you and need to keep you close and protected becoming so overwhelming he couldn’t express them properly in situations he perceived as adverse -, and you’d seen it manifest into this deep sense of possessiveness a couple of times. Never before had it felt so real, though - like he’d do damn near anything to make sure everyone including yourself knew that anything related to your being belonged to him, that he was a threat to the world as long as anything tried to sullen your relationship.

And damned if you weren't going to help him. Because you wanted to be his. His protection made you feel safer than anything else, his presence soothed your pains and his love untangled your troubles until they were barely wisps, irrelevant in the wind. Also there was no denying that he was yours - a man that devoted could not belong to anyone else.

“You’re right, Kyle,” ah, those magical words that always had him a hundred times more willing to listen to whoever uttered them had to say. “I don’t need anybody’s attention, only yours… I’m sorry…”

“And are you gonna fucking listen to me from now on?” Another push on your back, like a nudge to continue speaking. “You’re gonna let me take care of you?”

“Always,” you were quick to answer, “You can do what you want… I need you…”

When he sighed and his hand left your skin, relief had washed over you, already anticipating the pleasure that surely was to follow. Yet, instead of pushing his cock fully inside again, he pulled away from you completely, straightening his posture and leaving you truly empty. You were about to lift yourself up to complain - you had done what he asked, goddamnit! Since when was he so mean? -, but all you managed was another squeal as he held your hips and pulled them up abruptly, your knees bending instinctively to accommodate the new position, leaving you face down ass up.

This time, there was no preparation before your boyfriend bottomed out in one strong thrust that almost made you lose balance, using his hold on your sides to pull you towards him, to meet halfway the speedy movements of his hips. This new position allowed him to fuck you even harder; the sounds of his skin slapping powerfully against yours could possibly be heard across the whole shoreline, and so could his wanton grunting and moaning. Your own frantic cries of pleasure were muffled by the beach towel, your face planted on it - if anyone else dared to hear them in their full glory, you’d have to move countries to escape the embarrassment.

That climax Kyle had denied you earlier was coming back with a vengeance, your whole body tighter than ever as if it had capitalized on the stress of denial. You swore you were able to feel the veins on his cock against your walls with how tight they were on him, and if you weren’t so focused on your own release, it would’ve brought a smidge of smug pride to your ego to know that he was definitely feeling it too.

“Fuuuuck… The things you do to me,” your boyfriend grunted behind you, thoughts from a brain that was swimming with desire being put into words. “Make me lose my damn mind… And I fucking love it.”

“I love you,” the little sentence came out downright desperate, “Kyle, please, I can’t wait anymore, I’m going to…”

“Do it.” Oh, the way he sounded when he was giving your orders. He was made for that role. And you were made to follow. “Show me what I do to you…”

Your whole body shook and you would have fallen if not for Kyle’s hold on your hips - the sun itself had come up to meet you as you came, boiling your veins with its warmth in a way that made everything in your skin spark with pleasurable fire. In a last burst of strength, you bucked your own hips back, ignoring Kyle’s pulls; and the way you deliberately moved dealt away with what little restraint he still had in him, his nails trying to claw at your skin as he also climaxed shortly after, thick loads of his seed spilling into you. His thrusting continued through it, fucking his cum into your cervix, painting it white as one last demonstration of possession - like the others, a very welcome one.

There was barely any time to bask in the afterglow, though. While you still tried to gather back your thoughts and calm down from your high, a thick fog of bliss mixing with the salty shoreline air that seemed to cover you completely, Kyle’s next actions were far more dynamic - you heard the rustle of the fabric as he pulled out and shoved himself back into his swim trunks, grunting like if physically pained when he quickly stood up, wobbling on his feet as if his limbs and brain hadn’t yet received their fill of the blood his racing heart pumped. Through unfocused eyes, you watched the blurry shape of his body tripping around in the sand while he scurried towards your stuff, those long legs of his not much more stable than stilts, carrying a spent body that refused to comply with the hurry its actions seemed to require.

“Uhm… Kyle?” You found it in yourself to ask, your voice still so weak it could’ve been overshadowed by the crashing of the waves. One of your arms stretched to the front of you, as if trying to grab at your boyfriend, who was already hastily shoving your few belongings back into the bag, definitely not in touching range. “What are you doing?”

“We’re leaving,” despite the firmness in his response that left no room for questioning, it was clear his vocal cords were also struggling to find strength to get the words out; he had left all of his energy inside of you with his orgasm, and was currently running on leftover anger, plus perhaps a little bit of panic.

After all that, the fight that was in you to get your sunbathing on and spending some relaxing time at the beach had vanished without a trace. You sat back on your heels and wrapped your naked, now sand-coated body with the beach towel like it was a protective blanket made out of whatever was left of your shame. Maybe you’d even have taken one more moment to collect yourself, but hurried callouts from your boyfriend had you quickly getting up on shaky legs and tripping over the bunched panties that fell at your ankles before you rushed to pick up your belongings and go after him.

You figured playtime was over. You’d go back home and never approach the subject again, dismiss it as another bout of angry sex and go back to your normal loving relationship. But, as Kyle grabbed your wrist tight and turned to you again, and his focused expression and furrowed brows belied the lust in his eyes, it was clear there was only a mere half-time in those plans, and the things he still needed to do to you required way more time and more private settings.

Weeks later, you’d even say it was worth the traffic tickets your boyfriend got while racing to the Airbnb, or the risk of jail time from the beach moment. Kyle, his wallet a couple hundred dollars lighter, gets bright red in the face when he weakly disagrees.

Dividers by @cafekitsune

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