South Park Kink Meme

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Re: Tweek/Craig, ABO, overstimulation

[(Anonymous)]

[13/?]

He can still taste the flavors of Tweek’s slick on his tongue. His heart pounds in his ears so loudly it nearly drowns out the erotic melody that constantly spills from Tweek’s lips. The instantaneous relief of penetration feels borderline painful on his engorged cock. Tweek is both impossibly tight yet remarkably easy to fuck. Now that he’s begun, Craig never wants to stop. His eyes blur in and out of focus. He’s seeing stars in his eyes so he forces himself to focus straight ahead on Tweek’s flushed, sweaty body. The various fabrics below him have grown even messier with all their tumbling. Tweek breathes heavily in place atop the oddly crafted nesting pile. His heels dig into the small of Craig’s back and Craig lets his eyes roam over every straining muscle in Tweek’s body. Those glassy eyes are completely out of focus and beads of perspiration dapple his forehead beneath the wild locks of flaxen hair. Pale thighs wrap tightly around Craig’s midsection and squeeze as though he’s afraid Craig will pull away if he releases them. There’s no chance of that, though. Craig couldn’t stop now even if his life depended on it. His head is absolutely swimming and the grip of Tweek’s frantic body around his dick serves to make that sensation both better and worse.

“Fuck, Tweek,” Craig manages to huff out and he hopes that’s all he’ll need to convey exactly how incredible it feels.

Tweek on the other hand can’t even speak. A noise somewhere between a whine and a moan escapes him and then gets caught in an encouraging loop. Craig’s fully hilted inside him, not quite able to move yet. The body is willing, but his mind has stalled from the gratification and his entire being has short-circuited for the time being. He’s vaguely aware of the fact that he’s shaking. He’s absolutely throbbing, and the tight ring gripping his length pulsing in response. It’s a sort of internal, involuntary cadence that subconsciously instructs Craig on what to do. He feels a bit faint from the rush of blood through his limbs and the relieving recompense for all his time spent fruitlessly resisting this. It’s not like he’s never had sex before. But something about the build and the crescendo of this desperation has managed to exemplify every sensation. Until now, it’s been a highly mechanical act. He feels ridiculous, but there’s a weird, tender part of his heart that feels like he’s finally experiencing things properly.

He doesn’t have time to dwell on it, though. Not with the way Tweek’s beginning to roll against him and his hands reach for any part of his body they can latch onto, anyway. Between the desire churning low in his belly, the strange yet pleasant ache in his chest, and the unbridled need he can sense between the pair of them, Craig is beyond happy to oblige. For the first time he can ever recall, the natural instinct to claim an omega strikes Craig heavily. He’s never felt so strongly before. It’s always been just an itch to scratch and an urge to relieve. But now, as he’s plunged deep inside this omega he’s brought to his bed, all he wants to do is keep him here. He isn’t really sure what that means. He doesn’t even know what that feeling entails. It’s real, though, and it’s so strong and confusing and appealing and consuming all at once. His eyes feel prickly. He’s overwhelmed with intense emotions and physical gratification. Craig doesn’t know why he feels like crying suddenly. Maybe it’s just too much all at once.

It would be terribly humiliating if he, seemingly for no good reason, started to weep the moment he finally stuck his cock in precisely the one place he promised himself he wouldn’t. He bites the corner of his lip to hold it all in. He needs to act. It’s a physical need, of course, but at this point, he feels a certain investment and obligation as well. So instead of thinking about it too much, Craig allows his body to succumb to its natural inclinations. He wants to be closer to Tweek’s body. The idea of that is a bit preposterous, Craig realizes, considering he’s quite literally inside Tweek as the thought occurs to him. But he still wants it. He bends forward and presses their torsos flush. Tweek hisses at the change in the angle, but his arms eagerly slither around Craig’s midsection to pull him even tighter. A wave of overjoyed satisfaction blankets itself all over Craig– it’s confirmation that Tweek wants that proximity, too.

“It feels so good,” Tweek whispers in a throaty, scratchy voice against Craig’s cheek as they find themselves face to face.

Craig is afraid to speak. He’s afraid of making an ass of himself or saying something he doesn’t know if he means. He finally feels in control of his body, but his mind is spiraling out of control in a mixed up, dazed sort of way. Instead, he puts his tongue to better use. He angles his chin and catches Tweek’s open mouth with his own. It’s met with a pacifed sigh of contentment and he swallows it, hungrily drinking down all the satisfaction he’s providing for Tweek and let it morph into his own. Their lips press hotly against each other and their tongues seem to intuitively know exactly how to move together as if it’s all been choreographed. The sweetness of the kiss lingers in the empty space between them when they finally break apart. Craig can’t keep this up any longer. They’ve waited long enough. He finally finds it within himself to say something worth listening to, so he licks his already-damp lips and issues something that is partially a warning and partially a promise.

“I’m not going to be able to stop,” he warns Tweek, and hopes he is the only one of the pair who can hear the warble in his voice.

He fixates his gaze squarely on Tweek’s soulful eyes. There’s something peaceful there, Craig thinks. But that can’t be right, can it? There’s something of a spark behind his irises. It’s delirious bordering on beserk. It’s fiery and marked with a giddy mayhem. He’s decidedly lost in the untamed swell of pheromones and the sultry promise of impending gratification, and he seems wildly driven by the craze of desire and the demands of his fervent body. Nothing at all about his appearance or demeanor speaks to a classic definition of peaceful. And yet, Craig feels at ease. He feels an unfamiliar yet voraciously welcomed sense of confidence. He is struck with such a sense of undeniable and transcendental serenity it very nearly wraps back around into fear and uncertainty. But then Tweek’s hands both move up the sides of his body in a delicate trail. They quiver and shake all the while, but they finally come up to cup Craig’s cheeks. He gazes up at Craig with a strange, jittery hint of a smile on his lips. He looks entirely unhinged and deranged. But there’s something so remarkably reassuring about it, Craig can feel his bones turn to jelly and his heart melts like the hot wax under a candle.

“Don’t stop,” Tweek rasps in that warped, manic way.

The look in his eyes, the clench of his throbbing muscles, the gentle caress of his sweaty hands– it all galvanizes Craig with intense fervor. And so, for the first time since he’s presented as an alpha, Craig obeys the command of an omega. His breath hitches and his arms wrap tightly around Tweek. Naturally, Tweek responds in kind. Their bodies tangle around each other in a mass of greedy limbs. Craig feels like his chest might burst from the strain of it all, but his hips start to move in the familiar way he knows all too well. He starts out easy, dragging his heavy cock along those velvety walls. He savors the first draw for a moment. Tweek is completely drenched. There’s absolutely no resistance from his body. The eager body in his arms is so utterly desperate for him. He thrusts back in and the grip and pull he’s met with makes his eyes roll back in his head. He wonders if this kind of astounding bliss might make him go blind. It’s a stupid thought, but it is so entirely indulgent he honestly couldn’t formulate a functional thought if he tried.

His pace quickens even though his intent was to draw it out. Tweek’s hands roam his body and his tattered fingernails drag along his overheated skin. It stings, but if he’s being honest with himself it only punctuated the abject euphoria he’s experiencing with every roll of his hips.

“Fuck… holy shit, Tweek… Fuck…” Craig babbles, not really saying much at all.

He can’t think straight. He arches his back to get a better angle and thrusts as steadily as his overwrought body will allow. It’s a futile endeavor, though, because the more he fucks with deep thrusts to the hilt into Tweek’s supple hole, the more he loses his rhythm. He’s in a frenzy and the harder he works his hips, the tighter the clench around his swollen cock becomes. There’s no consideration for either of their comfort. They cling to each other’s bodies, but Craig’s knees drive hard into the mattress to support the burden of his labor. Tweek’s head bumps roughly with an arrhythmic thumping against the broken headboard, but neither of them seem dissuaded by this minor inconvenience. An incoherent string of libidinous gurgling steadily slips past Tweek’s parted lips as he attempts to vocalize his pleasure. It’s almost better this way, Craig thinks, because it means he’s made Tweek feel so good he’s gone entirely into a state of undeicpherable ecstacy.

Craig can feel the stiffness of Tweek’s cock pressing between their stomachs. It tickles against the trail of coarse hairs that start at his belly button and lead down to his cock. He groans into the crook of Tweek’s neck and hopes the friction against it feels good. He wants so badly to feel all of Tweek. Craig growls and fucks into him hard and sloppy but full of vigor and without restraint. He feels oddly selfless, considering a part of him has always believed the entire purpose of fucking an omega is solely to relieve himself of the annoyance of enduring a rut.

“I wanna, hah, wanna make you cum,” he grunts between heavy breaths.

“Oh, god,” Tweek all but squeaks in response. “More…more!”

Again Craig obeys. His lungs burn, his heart aches, and his vision slips in and out, but he obeys all the same. His hips are wound tight from their incessant thrusting. Tweek’s hands fly above his head to brace himself against the crooked headboard. Craig props himself up on his elbows and drives into the tightness as steadily as he can. He watches Tweek’s face again now that he’s able. Mouth agape and eyes rolled back behind fluttering eyelashes, it’s apparent that Tweek is entirely gone. A low rumble resounds from deep in Craig’s chest and he huffs frantically. It’s not enough. He needs more, too. His cock is starting to swell even further. He’s getting close, but he’s greedy and quickly growing obsessed with his newfound desire to watch as his efforts easily undo Tweek. Craig tenses himself and uses what little strength is left in his body to prop himself upright. He lifts Tweek’s legs by the back of his thighs and pushes them forward. Tweek gasps as Craig’s length drives harder and deeper into him.

“Touch yourself,” Craig growls from between clenched teeth.

“Craig…” Tweek puffs out as he gulps erratically to keep his breath.

He hesitates, squirming as he continually strains to accommodate the bulging girth inside his ass. Craig’s patience is wearing thin. He needs that hypnotic visual and he’s in no position to resist getting what he wants right now.

“Do it, Tweek,” he pushes down on Tweek’s thighs, forcing his knees towards his chest. “I’m not going to tell you again.”

Tweek whines and writhes, but one hand obediently slides down from the headboard and his knobbly fingers wrap tightly around his pretty pink cock. His shoulders quiver with each shuddering breath but he focuses on the task anyway. Craig can feel himself escalating rapidly towards his climax. And who could blame him? He’s balls deep inside a gorgeous blond omega. That very same omega is sweating and gasping from the stretch of his monstrous cock buried all the way inside him. He’s sweating and panting and begging for more while he erratically jerks himself off and slips his thumb over the weeping head of his own dick. Craig is absolutely drooling at the sight of it. With every fiber of his being, he wants to unfurl Tweek from the inside. He wants to having him cumming on his cock and moaning his name. His chest is sore in a pleasant sort of way, aching with the anticipation. Tweek’s eyes are squeezed shut, and his eyebrows scrunch together. His mouth hangs open, lax yet somehow drawn tight all at once. Whimpers of pleasure mingle with moans of overwhelmed distress fall shamelessly past his lips.

“Ahh, you’re so big, Craig… it’s so big inside me… shit, man…” Tweek wheezes out amidst the growing balloon of Craig’s impending release.

“I’m gonna knot soon, if you keep that up,” Craig warns gruffly.

Tweek’s eyes shoot open at this. He bites his lip and lurches forward just a little bit. His whole body practically vibrates with his trembling. He pumps his cock eagerly and nods his head wildly.

“Fuck. Fuck! Yes, oh god. Craig, knot in me! Grarghgh, please! Please! Fuck, dude, I need you to knot in me!” Tweek pleads.

It’s not the first time an omega has begged for him, but it’s certainly the first time it has affected him. Flashes of light glow behind Craig’s eyes each time he blinks. He’s suffocating in the most exhilarating way. He slams hard into Tweek over and over, eager and tenacious. Each thrust grows more difficult to perform– his cock is swollen so enormously it’s starting to become a genuine challenge to pull out and force it in once again. Tweek’s cries ring in his ears like a little bell, chiming over and over again through the lust and the lasp of better judgment. But they both need it so badly.

“You’re so good, Tweek,” Craig praises him genuinely. “Fuck, you’re so, so good…”

He’s closing in now. The end is in sight. Tweek’s knuckles have gone white with their grip around his cock but he pumps himself relentlessly with Craig’s wild fucking. It’s not a perfect match in pace, but it’s pretty damn close. It’s a vision Craig hopes will burn itself into a secret corner of his mind where he can revisit it over and over again.

“Jesus, man,” Tweek huffs desperately. “Ahh, I feel so full. Oh god… oh god, I’m gonna… I’m-”

And just like that, Craig watches as the first thick spurt shoots onto Tweek’s own chest. It’s followed by the heavy flow of his cum gushing from his tip and soils both his shaft and his hand. It doesn’t deter him, though, and he continues to work himself to completion. Craig can barely dislodge himself from Tweek’s ass by now, but he still fucks in and out as best as his grotesquely swollen cock will allow. He growls, enraptured with the vulgar yet beautiful mess beneath him.

“God damn it, that’s so fucking hot,” he wheezes.

Eventually Tweek goes limp like a discarded rag doll. Somehow, seeing him spent and filthy is even more alluring than seeing him bucking and writhing with need. Craig grapes onto those limp legs and pounds into him mercilessly. It’s more of a grind than a thrust, considering his impossibly engorged girth has grown so large he can no longer retract it. But even still, his hips push into Tweek’s body as hard as he’s able. He’s drenched in sweat and slick and the sultry scent of their blended pheromones engulfs him fully. Right now, he has no concern for anything in the entire world aside from continuing to pull those raspy, garbled moans from his worn-out and highly overstimulated omega.