Second oneshot book

Omegaverse 2/2~Style (South Park.)

Only my friends, Hello_Im_Crazy279 and caffeinetea have provided me with stories about O/B/A or how the hell you say it that I actually read. They are normally rather rapey and i don't particularly like that, I hate ducks after all.
Warnings: Smut and cursing. You know, Smut, the things both of the tagged people don't seem to do that much. I could basically make a Smut book because I'm basically Miley Cyrus and at this point I don't have any innocence or fucking dignity left. I mean, everyone has a Miley Cyrus, I had mine in 2013-2014. Catch up!
Ages: 16.
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Kyle's POV.

I let go of Stan after hearing him say he loves me as well...

"Is that not what you wanted me to say? I'm so sorry!" He says.

"Hey," I say.

I take his extremely big hands for his body into mine and smile down towards him.

"You shouldn't panic so quickly," I say.

I kiss him but pull away after a minute. He gets close immediately afterwards. It's adorable and all but so unlike him. Maybe it's an omega thing? I never did ask dad what being an omega is like and text books around the subject are less then happy with omegas. Even stories favour the alphas as the more descriptive one. I just realised how much more our world values alphas... holy shit.

"I-sorry-I don't know why I just-," he says.

I hug him tight.

"It's okay, I honestly like you close to me," I say.

Maybe it's a bit more than like, maybe I, even while being a rather respecting person that actually likes sharing and doesn't think I'd want a closed of relationship, feel some part of me almost screaming that he's mine. What the hell even is the thought about? I don't like it, I don't like to be possessive, people are not something I or others own.

"What are you think about?" He asks.

I smile at him.

"Nothing.... Nothing. I just have a weird feeling, I don't know," I say.

"Can i help? Sure, I'm as stupid as a shoe sometimes but I'm always willing to try. Loyal knight at your service, m'lord," he says.

He gets up, bows and sits back now. I loudly laugh at this.

"But really, I wanna help," he says.

"And i wanna fuck, seriously, like half of my brain is thinking with my dick," I say, just shrugging at the end of the sentence.

I've told him weirder to the fucking honest with myself.

"I-I mean... I guess I'm fine with-," he says.

"But are you? Or is it just hormones?" I ask.

"Well... if it's hormones, fuck it, I'm fine with it," Stan says.

I sigh and kiss him again. This time, it goes on a little longer as he falls back on his bed. Is he really okay with this? I'm not basically forcing him... am I? Does he have the ability to give consent to this?