Nothing But Wrong
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Okay, so I decided to post. The first fic I have to post is the first in a series of three that I wrote a LONG time ago for a different account/community/etc. That said, please dont kill me if it sucks. Its old, but I figured if some people liked it a little back then it still might be some semblance of enjoyable.
That said, I'm a depraved human-being and you were warned D:
Title Nothing But Wrong
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: (This Chapter) Cartman / Kyle
Summary: Smut, Mostly.
WARNING:
Smut, Dub-Con, THE TITLE SAYS IT ALL
The thud echoing through Kyle's head was almost sicking as his head was slammed into the wall by none other than Eric Cartman.
" You stupid Jew-Rat! Thought you could get away with it, didn't you?! hot breath practically roared in his ear as that knee wedged its way between his jean covered thighs.
"Cartman.. please..." The pleading only egged the brown-haired Nazi sympathizer on as he shoved his captor harder against the wall, forcing his thigh against the angry-Jew's cloth covered groin. " I.. I don't know what you're talking about..." His voice nearly cracked as teeth sunk viciously down into his neck.
" Don't lie to me, you faggot." Fingers jerked the Jewish boy away from the wall and pushed him down onto the carpeted floor, one thin arm twisted hard behind the Broflovski's back to pin him in place. " I suppose I have to punish you, since you fucking manage to be a Jew with even information."
" Cartman... I don't know what your talking about..." Kyle muttered against the floor as he felt those fingers slip around massaging his groin while he began to peel down those deep green pants. Eric was in no mood to take his time, and soon disrobed the other of his pants and pushed his shirt upwards exposing those rose-pink nipples. " Shaved huh? You are a dirty little Jew-slut aren't you?"
"Caar--" Was about as far as the boy being felt up got before fingers slapped hard against his ass causing his own yelp to interrupt his thoughts. The sound of a thick silver belt buckle thudding against the floor could be heard as the top of the two prepped himself. " Jesus Christ Ca--" Yet again he was cut off, this time however it was by fingers being shoved into his mouth.
" Better seen and not heard, Kyle." Was the stern reply as the pre-cum slick erection rubbed slowly over his back end, testing the waters occasionally with a light shove against the tight ring of flesh. He'd push in a little and then pull back, over and over before he removed his fingers and began to wedge them into the grunting boy. " I almost expected to find sand back here." He taunted as he stretched and pulled at the flesh, trying to work the boy open enough to fit himself in. " With you and Stan being butt-buddies and all..."
"Fuck.. you, Fat-ass..." Came the growl of a reply as the boy in the orange jacket felt the head of the arousal push inside.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Kyle, I thought you were smarter then that? Don't you see? I'm going to be fucking you." That said he shoved inside seating himself as deeply as he could manage into the tight ring of flesh. " Nnngh... maybe if you repent I'll go easier on you?" Cartman suggested knowing Kyle would do no such thing, his thrusts starting off at a rapid pace, grinding Kyle's face against the floor with the force of his thrusts-- of course it didn't help he still had his arm twisted against his back. He slammed the boy a bit harder watching his face, he couldn't help it-- he was disgusted and yet aroused by that pout flushed expression. Part of him wanted to flip the boy over and pound his fist into his face and his stomach to get those vibrant green eyes off of him-- and another part of him, a tiny part overwhelmed by his forcible hate wanted to kiss those soft Jew-lips.
That part of him, he doubted would ever see the light of day.
And to prove that to himself he kicked up the pace, twisting the arm harder just to listen to the soft cries of his "friend".
It didn't take too much more before he spilled into those tight walls, hips jerking with the sensation as he pushed the boy down harder listening to the struggled pants.
Taking a moment to recover he finally released that bruised arm and pulled out delighted with the jump and yelp that caused from his 'partner'. Fingers stopped the Jewish boy from pulling up his pants as he retrieved a small egg-shaped object, " I know you're supposed to go meet with Stan, so I've got a gift for you. If you take it out, I'll know and I swear I'll punish you ten times worse then this." That said he wormed the small egg-shaped object inside of the hesitant male, pushing his fingers in with it to move it around till he deemed it was properly placed. " Thats a good Jew.
Okay, so I decided to post. The first fic I have to post is the first in a series of three that I wrote a LONG time ago for a different account/community/etc. That said, please dont kill me if it sucks. Its old, but I figured if some people liked it a little back then it still might be some semblance of enjoyable.
That said, I'm a depraved human-being and you were warned D:
Title Nothing But Wrong
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: (This Chapter) Cartman / Kyle
Summary: Smut, Mostly.
WARNING:
Smut, Dub-Con, THE TITLE SAYS IT ALL
The thud echoing through Kyle's head was almost sicking as his head was slammed into the wall by none other than Eric Cartman.
" You stupid Jew-Rat! Thought you could get away with it, didn't you?! hot breath practically roared in his ear as that knee wedged its way between his jean covered thighs.
"Cartman.. please..." The pleading only egged the brown-haired Nazi sympathizer on as he shoved his captor harder against the wall, forcing his thigh against the angry-Jew's cloth covered groin. " I.. I don't know what you're talking about..." His voice nearly cracked as teeth sunk viciously down into his neck.
" Don't lie to me, you faggot." Fingers jerked the Jewish boy away from the wall and pushed him down onto the carpeted floor, one thin arm twisted hard behind the Broflovski's back to pin him in place. " I suppose I have to punish you, since you fucking manage to be a Jew with even information."
" Cartman... I don't know what your talking about..." Kyle muttered against the floor as he felt those fingers slip around massaging his groin while he began to peel down those deep green pants. Eric was in no mood to take his time, and soon disrobed the other of his pants and pushed his shirt upwards exposing those rose-pink nipples. " Shaved huh? You are a dirty little Jew-slut aren't you?"
"Caar--" Was about as far as the boy being felt up got before fingers slapped hard against his ass causing his own yelp to interrupt his thoughts. The sound of a thick silver belt buckle thudding against the floor could be heard as the top of the two prepped himself. " Jesus Christ Ca--" Yet again he was cut off, this time however it was by fingers being shoved into his mouth.
" Better seen and not heard, Kyle." Was the stern reply as the pre-cum slick erection rubbed slowly over his back end, testing the waters occasionally with a light shove against the tight ring of flesh. He'd push in a little and then pull back, over and over before he removed his fingers and began to wedge them into the grunting boy. " I almost expected to find sand back here." He taunted as he stretched and pulled at the flesh, trying to work the boy open enough to fit himself in. " With you and Stan being butt-buddies and all..."
"Fuck.. you, Fat-ass..." Came the growl of a reply as the boy in the orange jacket felt the head of the arousal push inside.
"Tsk tsk tsk, Kyle, I thought you were smarter then that? Don't you see? I'm going to be fucking you." That said he shoved inside seating himself as deeply as he could manage into the tight ring of flesh. " Nnngh... maybe if you repent I'll go easier on you?" Cartman suggested knowing Kyle would do no such thing, his thrusts starting off at a rapid pace, grinding Kyle's face against the floor with the force of his thrusts-- of course it didn't help he still had his arm twisted against his back. He slammed the boy a bit harder watching his face, he couldn't help it-- he was disgusted and yet aroused by that pout flushed expression. Part of him wanted to flip the boy over and pound his fist into his face and his stomach to get those vibrant green eyes off of him-- and another part of him, a tiny part overwhelmed by his forcible hate wanted to kiss those soft Jew-lips.
That part of him, he doubted would ever see the light of day.
And to prove that to himself he kicked up the pace, twisting the arm harder just to listen to the soft cries of his "friend".
It didn't take too much more before he spilled into those tight walls, hips jerking with the sensation as he pushed the boy down harder listening to the struggled pants.
Taking a moment to recover he finally released that bruised arm and pulled out delighted with the jump and yelp that caused from his 'partner'. Fingers stopped the Jewish boy from pulling up his pants as he retrieved a small egg-shaped object, " I know you're supposed to go meet with Stan, so I've got a gift for you. If you take it out, I'll know and I swear I'll punish you ten times worse then this." That said he wormed the small egg-shaped object inside of the hesitant male, pushing his fingers in with it to move it around till he deemed it was properly placed. " Thats a good Jew.