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Craig/Tweek, hatefucking (orgasm denial/edging, dirty talk, degradation)

[(Anonymous)]

Craig and Tweek are exes who see each other again at a party, they start to argue over something petty but things get heated. Tweek is making cocky remarks, trying not to pay attention and texting people while Craig is taking him from behind and trying to get reactions out of him, both of them hate to admit that they're enjoying it. Turns into a who fucks better contest and they probably make up after

Re: Craig/Tweek, hatefucking (orgasm denial/edging, dirty talk, degradation)

[(Anonymous)]

Hi there! Loved the prompt/scenrio and got inspired!! I may have gotten carried away though im sorry its really long,,

1/3 (??)

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In hindsight, Craig really should have thought this out better. Maybe then things wouldn't have turned out so bad. But he didn't and shit hit the fan. Maybe he should have waited longer. Maybe he should have worded it better. He could sit and think of all the ways it went wrong, but it still wouldn't change anything.

He had contemplated breaking up with Tweek for the past several months. It wasn't because he didn't love him anymore or anything he had done. He still loved Tweek and wanted to be there for him, but thought the best way to do so would be as friends. They were at that point where they were finding themselves and what they wanted to do with their lives.

So a week after they graduated high school, he sat Tweek down. The week leading up to it was horrible for Craig and he barely slept. He felt so guilty, but this is what was best for both of them. At least that's what he kept telling himself.

What led him to this train of thought was that he would be entering his college life the same boring person he was in high school. Usually that wasn't a problem for him; he preferred monotony and routine. But he couldn't stand the thought of wasting his 'golden years' doing the same thing everyday.

He had been dating the same person since they were freshmen. They rarely went out and stayed inside most of the time. All they did was play video games and hang out with the same people they had since kindergarten. He didn't want to throw his life away living the same bullshit day every day. He felt bad for breaking up with Tweek, but he needed change. He needed to live for once.

He had them sit together on some park bench to break the news. Might as well be on neutral ground. Tweek didn't seem to mind sitting in silence and just enjoyed the nice summer day.

It took everything for Craig to turn to Tweek and tell him, "Tweek, we should talk."

Startled, Tweek turned to him, eyebrows upturned and frowning, "Why, what's wrong?"

"…I don't know how else to say this," he sighed, "So I'm just gonna say it. I think we should break up."

"Wh- why? What did I do?" Tweek stammered, eyes becoming watery.

Shaking his head, Craig quickly replied, "You didn't do anything. It's just something I've been thinking about for a long time and I think it's the best decision regarding our futures."

"What does that mean?" His sad demeanor was quickly replaced with contempt.

Craig shrugged and avoided looking at him, "We're not going to see each other once we start school since we're going to different schools. We're gonna be busy with our own shit and meet new people. And you know what they say about high school sweethearts…" he trailed off.

"So- we're not even worth trying to do long distance or something? We're just- done?"

"It's for the best, Tweek," Craig said sadly, but really it just came off as condescending, "We're getting to that part of our lives to explore and shit and I don't wanna hold you back from that."

"You mean you don't want me holding you back from that," Tweek interjected, "I had no problem with us being long distance because I actually had- faith that we'd be fine because we cared about each other! I thought- all these years actually meant something!"

"They do! And I do care about you-!"

Tweek scoffed at him, "Yeah, right! Clearly- thanks, by the way, for waiting a week after graduation to dump me! Appreciate that it wasn't the night before or something! God- have you just been waiting for us to graduate to do this the whole time? How long have you planned this?"

"I didn't plan it-" Craig tried to say.

"You said it's something you've been thinking about!"

"But I didn't plan to do it this way! I thought it'd be best to do it sooner rather than later! I didn't want to wait until the summer was almost over or something-"

Tweek's voice lost that edge and just sounded broken again, "How long have you been stringing me along?"

More guilt flooded Craig's being as he responded, "I haven't been stringing you along-"

"How long, Craig?" Tweek demanded.

"…A couple months…" he admitted, "They were great, though and I'll always enjoy our time together-"

Standing up, Tweek laughed bitterly and held his hand up, "Fucking save it. I don't wanna hear whatever bullshit you have planned to make yourself feel better. Go fuck yourself, Craig."

Craig quickly stood up too, "Tweek, wait! I don't want things to end badly between us-"

"It's a little late for that!" He snapped, turning around, "I hope I never see you again. Have a nice life, asshole."

Tweek left him standing alone on the sidewalk. He spent the rest of the night wondering if he made the right call. Couldn't Tweek see this was going to be good for both of them? They were going different directions; wouldn't it be better to cut their losses now rather than fall out of love later?

The next morning he was greeted to a box of things he had either given Tweek or left at his house over the years sitting on his porch. There was a note placed on top, explaining he expected his things back soon. That's when it hit close to home for Craig that he fucked up.

~~~

It was the end of May when Tweek finally had time to visit with his friends. He couldn't believe they were all becoming juniors already. He had gotten home a couple weeks earlier and was anxious to see everyone. So when Tolkien texted him about a party that weekend, he couldn't pass it up.

He already had a chance to see Butters and Kenny since he had gotten back and planned on meeting them there. The three of them already had predictions on who would show up and what everyone had been up to. Even though Butters said he didn't like to, he still contributed to Tweek and Kenny's drama sessions. Kenny always had the most gossip to report, but Butters had a fair amount too since he was still seen as too sweet and innocent to partake in it.

When Tweek arrived, he was greeted with lots of hugs and 'how are you?'s and enjoyed catching up with everyone. He had just finished talking to Wendy when the last person he thought would walk through the door did. Craig Tucker. He was both shocked and enraged to see him.

Barely anyone had talked to him since he fucked off wherever he went for school so Tweek didn't think he'd come. As far as Tweek knew, he hadn't been back to South Park since he left. Of course Tolkien would still invite him though because he was sweet like that. Whereas Tweek felt like he'd burst into flames at the mere sight of him.

He quickly scanned the crowd for Butters and Kenny and made a beeline for them. "I'm leaving," he announced.

"What?" Butters held onto his wrist, "You can't leave now, we just got here!"

"Did you not see who just walked in?" Tweek hissed at him, risking a glance where Craig still stood awkwardly by the door, "I don't want to be anywhere near him!"

Kenny shrugged, "Just ignore him, it's not like you have to talk to him or anything."

"You know just his presence pisses me off," Tweek responded plainly.

Then Butters gave him that look right before he was going to try and convince him to do something that's good for him, "Tweek, don't you think you guys should maybe talk things out? You were together a long time and barely talked about what happened! I think you could use some closure," he said gently.

"Yeah, maybe then you'll stop being so spiteful," Kenny added.

"I am not spiteful!" Tweek argued, "And I'm not talking to that dipshit! I should go slash his tires or something."

Rolling his eyes, Kenny gestured with his hand, "See? There you go being spiteful again."

"He deserves it!"

Butters grabbed onto him again and looked at him pleadingly, "Tweek, please stay. Don't let him ruin your whole night! We can still have a good time, even if his ugly face is here." He knew exactly how to manipulate Tweek with his puppy dog eyes and the need to be better than those who wronged him.

"…Fine," Tweek begrudgingly agreed, "But only to show I'm better than him and won't let him get to me."

"There you go, champ. Good talk," Kenny clapped him on the shoulder, "Now go away, I wanna ask him life invading questions."

"You better tell me about it later," Tweek replied, walking away to avoid having to look in Craig's direction.

"Obviously I will," Kenny scoffed and began going over toward Craig.

Crossing his arms, Butters followed behind Kenny, "You two are terrible! You're like gossiping old ladies."

They went over to where Craig stood, which was barely two steps in the house, and greeted him.

"Craig, nice to see you're back in town," Kenny said, smiling.

"I guess," Craig shrugged, looking at the ground. He seemed like a kid who was forced along to some family event and clearly wanted to leave.

"How are you?" Butters asked and smiled brightly at him, "It's been so long since anyone has seen you!"

He just shrugged again and replied, "Yeah, I just- didn't really stay in touch with anyone…"

"So, how long are you home for?" Kenny asked, taking a sip of his drink.

Craig stared at him for a moment, "…Are we really gonna do this? The whole small talk thing? I think we'd all rather do anything else than pretend to give a shit about each other's lives."

The casual smile immediately left Kenny's face, "Nice to know you're still an asshole. C’mon, Leo," he held Butters' hand and led them back to where Tweek chatted with Bebe and some of the other girls.

Tweek caught sight of them coming back and turned toward them, smiling impishly, "What'd you find out? Is he as pathetic as I hope he is?"

"We didn't find out shit," Kenny replied, "I think he knows we're just gonna shit talk him."

"What?"

"He wasn't very interested in catching up…" Butters supplied, looking off to the side.

"Was a huge dick about it, too," Kenny added.

Tweek clenched his fist, "That douche bag! Now let's go slash his tires and key his car!"

Butters gasped at him, "Tweek! What about being the better person?"

Scowling, Tweek crossed his arms, "I don't wanna be a better person, I want to beat the shit out of him and ruin the things he values."

"It's fine as long as we don't get caught," Kenny said, patting Tweek on the shoulder.

"Ken, stop encouraging him!" Butters scolded, trying to be a good influence on them both as usual.

Despite that, Tweek was still having a great time and was glad he came. They hadn't had a chance to all hang out like this since their winter breaks. Since starting school, Tweek had been much more social too than he had been in high school. He still liked to stay in, but actually went out on the weekends from time to time now.

Eventually, after an exhilarating conversation about if they would fuck a clone of themselves or not, Tweek was tasked of getting more drinks from kitchen. He needed a break anyway due to laughing so hard his sides hurt. Upon entering, his eyes landed on the only other person in there. Craig probably went in there to avoid having to socialize with everyone else. Tweek didn't spare him another glance and went about as if he wasn't there. Although, after several minutes, Craig ruined his peace and quiet.

He coughed awkwardly and quietly said, "Uh- hey… Tweek… How's it going?"

He didn't respond and only looked over at him for a moment before continuing what he was doing.

"…You usually drink this much?" Craig asked him after a bit, nodding at the number of drinks he was holding.

Rolling his eyes, he impatiently responded, "It's for my friends, moron. And I'm great by the way, thank you for asking!" He flashed him a wide grin, "Glad to see you didn't change one bit!"

Craig furrowed his eyebrows at him, "What? What do you mean?"

Tweek was beginning to walk away, only to hit his hip on the corner of the island and spill everything he was carrying. Which happened to be conveniently all over Craig. He immediately brought his hands up to his face, mostly to hide the fact he was nearly giggling, and started to apologize when Kenny and Butters walked in.

"Tweek, what's taking so long?" Kenny started before seeing the mess, "Oh, shit."

"What happened?" Butters asked, stepping forward and grabbing some paper towels.

Tweek was mopping up the portion that got on the counter and angrily said, "I was trying to take everything back to you guys and accidentally spilled it all over Craig."

Butters could see through him though and rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, "Oh, sweet Jesus." Then he changed his tone and appeared concerned, "Oh, that's terrible! Tweek, go help him clean up. Ken and I will get the spill here."

"What?" Tweek stopped in his tracks. That wasn't part of the plan. "No, I made the mess- I'll get it!" He insisted.

Waving him away, Butters only smiled at him, "Don't be silly, we asked you to get the drinks, it's the least we could do! Right, Ken?"

Kenny didn't miss a beat and nonchalantly replied, "Yep, we got it from here. You two go clean up."

"But-!" Tweek tried to argue only to be met with a stern gaze from Butters.

"Tweek, take responsibility for your actions."

He knew he'd be in deep shit with Butters if he didn't do it. So what if it was a little too petty of him to spill shit on Craig? Who cares? Craig's a dick! Still, he agreed, "Fine. We'll be back, I guess. C'mon. Bathroom's this way," he led Craig down the hall, not waiting to see if he was following.

"I know the layout of Tolkien’s house," Craig quietly replied.

"I'm sure you do."

They stopped at one of the hall closets before the bathroom and Tweek grabbed a couple of small towels. He walked into the bathroom and set them on the counter before turning back to Craig.

"Here. Wipe yourself down. You're probably gonna want to run that stain under cold water or something," he offered coolly before turning to leave.

"I thought you were supposed to be helping me," Craig replied, picking up one of the towels and dabbing at his shirt.

Tweek raised an eyebrow at him, "Why would I do that? You're a big boy. I know you're not the smartest, but I'm sure you can figure this out." He turned back to walk out again.

"Wow," Craig retorted, shaking his head, "Real mature, Tweek."

Whipping around, Tweek snapped, "Oh, so you want to do this right now?"

"Why are you being so hostile? I barely said anything to you!" Craig loudly responded.

"Why am I being hostile?" Tweek echoed in disbelief, "Did you get dumber or something? I hate you! Why would I not be hostile? I'd beat the shit out of you right fucking now if I could!"

"Then why don't you? Why'd you even follow me in here?"

That made him pause and calm down slightly, "…Because Butters would be mad at me for not 'being the bigger person.' I'm only in here to make it look like I'm helping! If you didn't open your stupid fucking mouth I would be gone by now!"

Sighing, Craig closed his eyes, "Can we just not do this? I didn't come here to fight."

"I wish you didn’t come here at all!" Tweek shouted at him.

"I said I was sorry! It was over two years ago, Tweek! What do you want from me?"

Re: Craig/Tweek, hatefucking (orgasm denial/edging, dirty talk, degradation)

[(Anonymous)]

2/3

"I want back the years I wasted on you," he replied coldly, "And I want my hat back, I know you still have it," he added quietly.

Craig looked at him in confusion, "...The grey one? That was mine to begin with!"

"Yeah and you gave it to me and I actually liked it. Therefore it’s mine and I left it at your house and I still fucking want it back!"

Shaking his head, Craig turned back to the sink and began wiping off his arms, "Whatever. I’m not doing this with you."

"Why are you even here?" Tweek demanded, "You don’t talk to any of your ‘friends’ anymore. You don’t live here. And as far as I can tell, you don’t even want to be here! You hate parties."

"Maybe I like them now."

"So that’s why you’ve been hanging out by yourself all night?"

Craig narrowed his eyes at him, "Why were you watching me?"

"So I can see for myself how pathetic you are," Tweek spat, "You left everyone behind to go have some fucking adventure and find yourself except you’re still the lame asshole you were to begin with."

That was apparently Craig's last straw. He grabbed Tweek by the wrist and yanked him closer, "Shut the fuck up, Tweek! You don’t know shit."

Tweek didn't back down though, "Then enlighten me. Tell me about how you are just living your dreams like you always thought you would and everything turned out wonderful!" When Craig didn't say anything and just stared down at the floor, Tweek wrenched his arm back and bitterly replied, "That’s what I thought." He thought he would get to finally leave that fucking bathroom only for Craig to grab him again, "Hey!" Tweek yelled, "What the fuck are you doing? Let go!"

"No!" He shouted, "You don’t just get to say that shit to me and leave!"

"What the fuck are you gonna do about it?" Tweek countered, getting in Craig's space.

They were nearly pressed nose to nose, silent and staring at one another angrily. Their stare down only lasted a moment though before they were grasping and pulling each other closer. They met with a bruising kiss, almost like they were trying to smother the other.

"What?" Tweek panted in between kisses, "You're not getting any lately, you gotta settle for me?"

"No, I just don’t want to hear you talk anymore," Craig responded. He grabbed Tweek by his hips and set him up on the bathroom counter so he didn't have to lean down to kiss him. It must have been some automatic response because Tweek didn't even register that he had his arms around Craig's neck and his legs around his waist.

"I still fucking hate you- by the way," Tweek gasped when he pulled away for air.

Craig just smirked at him, "Yeah, it really seems like it."

"Shut the fuck up and touch me."

"You're still a brat, I see," Craig commented, kissing his way down Tweek's throat.

Rolling his eyes, Tweek responded, "As if I'd never not be."

"Guess we'll have to fix that," Craig grinned, biting at a spot above his collarbone.

"Ha!" Tweek taunted, "You couldn't even do that when we were dating." His remark was met with a hard pinch to his side. "Ow! That hurt, fucker," he complained, rubbing at the spot.

"Then stop being a bitch."

"I'll stop being a bitch when you stop being an asshole."

The only time their bickering stopped was when they kissed. It was messy and rough; their teeth clacked together and at some points it was just more biting than kissing. Craig's hand wandered up Tweek's shirt in the process and ran over his torso. He brushed a thumb over his nipple and was shocked to find a barbell. He quickly lifted up Tweek's shirt and confirmed that he did indeed have his nipples pierced.

"When'd you do that?" Craig asked him, touching one curiously.

"After you left," Tweek said.

"…I like them," Craig quietly confessed.

"So have all the other guys I've been with," was the curt reply.

Tweek smirked as he saw the look of irritation cross over Craig's features. He was just daring him to say something in return, but he didn't take the bait. Instead he went back to playing with Tweek's chest. He hated to admit it or show any sign that he was enjoying it, but he really was. He blamed it on him being sensitive though rather than because Craig was doing it.

He yanked Craig's head up by his hair from where he was sucking a mark onto his chest and roughly kissed him again. In response, Craig's hands grasped his hips and pulled them flush together. Tweek bit his lip to avoid making any noise, lest he give Craig the satisfaction that he was actually enjoying this. Although, as much fun as he was having, he was getting tired of the heavy petting.

"Jesus, are you actually going to do anything or are we gonna act like virgins all night?" Tweek asked, irritated, as Craig kept groping him.

Craig stopped what he was doing in favor of tugging Tweek off the counter and shoving him down to his knees. "Fine," he replied angrily, "If you wanna get started so bad, you can start there."

It was Craig's turn to smirk at the annoyed look on Tweek’s face. He didn't appreciate the manhandling. He bruised easily. He also didn't need to be so rude about it. Nonetheless he stayed silent and got to work undoing Craig's pants.

He pulled the fabric down Craig's thighs, revealing his hardened prick. He wrapped a hand around him and stroked a few times before taking him into his mouth. He sucked at the head of Craig's cock, earning a groan for his efforts, before flicking his tongue over the slit. He stopped to lick the base, running his tongue on the underside back to the top. His hands then found purchase on Craig’s thighs as he took him back in his mouth and down to the root in one go.

"Shit…" Craig panted above him, holding onto the back of his head, "I can't believe I forgot how good you were at this…"

Tweek pulled off to reply, "It is the one thing I'm good for."

After a moment of silence, Tweek stopped again and looked up at him expectantly, "You're supposed to say 'No, Tweek. You do have other redeeming qualities!'"

"I thought you preferred when I was honest with you," Craig responded with a smirk.

Scowling, Tweek threatened, "I can still bite you, jackass." Yet he got back to work. Although, it wasn't long after that Craig was tugging him off his dick and holding him back from continuing. "I wasn't done," he said, annoyed and confused.

"I don't wanna come yet."

"Seriously?" Tweek asked him, letting out a bark of laughter, "It's only been like three minutes. Dude, that's pathetic."

A light flush covered Craig's face, even turning his ears pink, as he mumbled, "Been a bit since I jerked off…"

"How long is a bit? A year?"

Craig just scoffed at him, "Whatever. Get up here." He pulled Tweek to his feet only to put a hand in the middle of his back and push him down onto the counter. He was about to get started getting Tweek's pants undone when he was stopped.

"No, you are not fucking me in this bathroom," Tweek told him, standing up, "If I'm settling, it's at least going to be done somewhere comfortable." By settling, he was referring to fucking Craig. He planned on being fucked by someone that evening; preferably someone he didn’t hate. But Craig was there so he might as well take what he can get.

"Bitch," Craig commented, tucking himself back into his pants.

Tweek unlocked the door as he replied, "Yeah, that's what your dad called me after I fucked him."

He earned a smack on the ass for that as he led them out the door. He yelped and turned back to glare at Craig before resuming their search for an empty room. Thankfully they didn't have to look too far. Just down the hall was an available empty room that they planned on taking full advantage of.

Tweek opened the door and impatiently waved his hand for Craig to hurry up. Then the door was slammed shut and locked and they were on each other again. Tweek took control by grasping at Craig's shirt and pulling him down into a harsh kiss. When they pulled apart, he shoved Craig toward the bed, causing him to fall back on it. He was going to sit in his lap, but Craig stopped him.

"No," he said, sitting up, "You've been bossy enough. C'mere." He took Tweek's hand and pulled him across his lap so he was laying face down over his knees. "Pull your pants down," he ordered.

Surprisingly, Tweek didn't fuss too much and was silent as he got into position. "Wait. Here," he said suddenly, pulling a small thing of lube and a condom out of his pocket and handing it to Craig. He took them without a word, but gave him a judgmental look.

"What?" Tweek asked, pulling his pants off, "I planned on getting fucked by somebody tonight, it's best to be prepared."

"Okay, boy scout," Craig teased, spreading lube on his fingers.

"Asshole…" Tweek muttered. He tensed up once Craig began touching him, a finger prodding at his entrance, but quickly relaxed. He wasn't used to this position and he didn't know where to put his hands. He awkwardly grasped onto Craig's thigh before just giving up and letting them hang over the side.

Craig was quickly growing irritated with how much he was squirming. In response, he clamped his free hand onto Tweek's shoulder and pressed him harder into his leg, "Stay still."

After not receiving any sass or backlash from Tweek, he continued. He already had two fingers in him at that point, languidly drawing them in and out. He scissored them apart, further spreading him open before adding a third. Although, he was maybe being a little more thorough than he should have. Tweek was well beyond prepared at that point, but he loved hearing the noises he made. He made sure to press that spot inside of him, making his hips stutter and gasp loudly. He was getting him closer and closer with every curl of his fingers.

Just when he was about to come, Craig immediately stopped and withdrew his fingers. "Dude, what the fuck!" Tweek snapped, "I was almost-!"

"I don't care," Craig cut him off, "I didn't get to come so you don't either."

Tweek looked up at him over his shoulder indignantly, "That was your decision! You're the one that stopped me!"

Rolling his eyes, Craig eased him off his lap and replied, "Stop bitching and just get ready."

Huffing, Tweek mumbled something under his breath, and removed the rest of his clothes. He laid down on his stomach and rested his chin on his hand, waiting impatiently. Although, as much as he was putting out a bratty attitude, he was kind of excited. Not that Craig could know that though. He'd rather die than admit that. That was like admitting defeat and he wasn't a quitter.

Still, that feeling of butterflies crept into his stomach as he felt Craig behind him. Two hands lifted his hips up and parted his legs so he could kneel between them. His hips were grasped firmly as he felt Craig's prick up against his hole and his breath hitched a little. He nearly sighed in relief as he began to press in. Before Craig got too far though, Tweek noticed a faint buzzing from his pocket. He didn't care who it was, but it gave him an idea.

"Wait, hold on," Tweek told him, not moving from his position, just reaching for his pants on the floor, "Someone's calling me."

"Just let it keep ringing," he heard Craig say, annoyed.

Tweek looked behind him and innocently replied, "What if it's important?"

The look of disbelief and irritation on Craig's face was almost worth what he was about to do next, but still not quite. He cringed to himself once he saw who was calling, but he was committed at this point. He tried to hide his discomfort as he answered the call and brought the phone up to his ear, "Hey, mom," he said cheerily.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Craig hissed, tensing up behind Tweek.

"Mom, can you hold on a second?" Tweek asked before covering the receiver with his hand and angrily looking back at Craig, "Do you mind? Just keep going, Jesus," he turned back and began speaking again, "No, sorry. I'm out with Butters and Kenny right now, we're at Tolkien’s."

To say Craig was in disbelief would be an understatement. He couldn't see Tweek doing this in a million years. When they were together, being intimate was one thing Tweek was always shy about. He didn't like talking about it with their friends and always got red in the face if anyone insinuated anything. The only way for them to have sex was if no one else was home or it was late at night and everyone was definitely asleep. Although they did get up to some things in public areas, but he was always paranoid afterwards and refused to do it again (until next time).

So the fact he was talking to his own mother while he had a dick in him shocked Craig. But whatever he wanted, he guessed. He wasn't going to question it. So he gently eased himself all the way inside Tweek and sat there for a second to let him get used to it. He began pulling out just a bit before pushing back in, making sure he wasn't too rough. But after a bit, he noticed Tweek really wasn't reacting any differently. He may as well have been just sitting there. Craig didn't like that.

So he changed his tempo and actually started moving. He noticed Tweek tense up and his voice sounded just the tiniest bit more strained. He grinned from the small victory, but he couldn't just leave it at that. He grabbed onto Tweek's waist and pressed deep inside him, leaning over his shoulder to whisper in the ear not occupied by his phone, "Tell your mom I said hi." He only cringed a little after he said it.

It seemed that's what it took to get Tweek to finally react, though. A violent blush set in on his face; all the way from his neck up to his ears were red. He shut his eyes and stumbled over his words, "Uh- um. I gotta- I gotta go, mom. I'll see you tomorrow, okay? The guys say hi! By the way. Yeah- I'll tell 'em- okay! Bye."

He hung up and threw his phone over the edge of the bed with the rest of his clothes. He was never pulling that shit again. That was way too risky. And fucking embarrassing. But Craig didn't need to know that. Or at least he hoped it wasn't obvious how nervous that made him.

"Do you usually talk to your mom while getting fucked?" Craig asked, interrupting his internal panic.

"No, but," Tweek tried to say, "I figured I would anyway since I'm not doing anything- ngh- important."

Craig didn't seem to like that answer. His demeanor became more aggressive and his movements more harsh. Tweek had to hide his face down in the blankets at one point to avoid making any noise. He couldn't let Craig think he was obviously enjoying this. He needed to get back in control of the situation.

"Hold on. Get off me," he said and pushed against Craig's chest to get him to back up. Once he pulled out of Tweek, he was shoved down onto the bed once again. This time Tweek successfully sat in his lap and was eagerly filled again.

"Jesus, you're such a bastard," Craig muttered as he let Tweek maneuver him how he wanted. However he changed his tune and nearly groaned when Tweek started moving and bouncing on his cock.

Tweek placed his hands on Craig's torso to keep balance as he moved and managed to say, "Maybe I'd be nicer if you did a decent job-! Ngh- I've had better sex in a Walmart parking lot-"

Craig's hands found his waist again and he thrusted up into him, "Then why are you still here? If I'm so terrible, why don't you just- leave?"

"Hey," Tweek shrugged, "Gonna take what I can get. Plus- I gotta remind you what you left behind when you ditched me," he added lowly, not showing any emotion in his features.

Re: Craig/Tweek, hatefucking (orgasm denial/edging, dirty talk, degradation)

[(Anonymous)]

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Craig didn't say anything to that because it was true. They both knew it. A tense silence settled over them so they let their actions speak for themselves instead. Tweek closed his eyes and leaned his head back to focus on the sensations he was feeling rather than the weight of his words still hanging between them. He let Craig hold onto his waist to keep him balanced and rocked his hips.

In turn, Craig simply watched Tweek's expression. Watched him enjoy himself and take whatever he wanted from Craig. His hands roughly guided Tweek's movements; picking him up and slamming him back down onto his cock. A barely there gasp escaped from Tweek and left Craig filled with pride. Tweek can say he didn't like it all he wanted, but he could tell the truth. He was enjoying this just as much as Craig was.

"You know," Craig suddenly said, breaking the silence, "I'm not surprised you turned into a giant slut after I left."

"Always was one," Tweek replied, "Just not tied down anymore. 'Cause someone gave me trust issues."

Craig tensed up underneath him, "We are not. Discussing that right now." He just couldn't leave it be.

"Why? Does your guilt kill the mood?"

Seemingly having enough with Tweek's attitude and accusations, Craig sat up. He grabbed Tweek's hair and harshly pulled his head back. His long neck was exposed and his back arched prettily. "I told you- I'm not. Talking. About this-" Every other word was aggressively punctuated with a thrust.

Tweek couldn't do much more than cling to him and enjoy the ride. He knew if he tried saying anything, it would either come out in a garbled mess or he wouldn't be able to make a coherent sentence at all. He closed his eyes and bit his lip and tried his best to keep any noises in.

Apparently it was obvious what he was doing because Craig smugly said, "Guess I'm not doing too bad of a job after all." Tweek knew he had that stupid smile on his face while he said it too.

"Don't get- too full of yourself," he responded, "Not exactly- ngh- rocket science."

"How are you still fucking talking," Craig muttered angrily and flipped them over so Tweek was on his back. No matter what he did, Tweek had some cocky ass remark he needed to say. He was getting sick of it. He put his hands beneath Tweek's knees and pushed them back into the mattress. Uncaring for Tweek's own enjoyment, he set a punishing pace and drilled into him.

Tweek let him too. It had been so long since he was treated like this. Most of the hook-ups he had had recently wouldn't get too rough. They either weren't into it or feared hurting him. He wasn't that fragile; he could definitely take it. Which is why it was nice being with Craig again. He knew his limits and wasn't going to treat him like he would break.

Although, there was a downside to that too. He knew Tweek was close. He let go of one of his legs and closed a hand around his prick instead. He jerked him off in time with his thrusts to the point Tweek couldn't control any of the noise he was making. Again, he reached that brink. Just when he was about to reach that breaking point, Craig grabbed the base of his dick hard.

Tweek wailed, "Craig! Why-"

"Beg," Craig demanded, "Say please or I'm not gonna let you come."

There was a second of hesitation before Tweek quietly said, "Please. Please let me come…"

There was a hint of a smug smile on Craig's face, but he otherwise followed through with his promise. He removed his hand and fucked Tweek until he came, making a mess of his stomach and chest, before following suit himself.

After pulling out and peeling the condom off, Craig fell onto his side by Tweek. They laid side by side, breathing heavily and staring up at the ceiling. Silence hung between them as neither knew what to say. Though Craig seemed to have found his words first.

"…I'm sorry I left," he murmured, laying on his side facing Tweek, "…I've missed you a lot."

"…I've missed you too," Tweek admitted, turning on his side too, "I'm sorry for all the things I've said to you. I didn't mean a majority of them."

Craig only shook his head, "I deserved it."

Chuckling, Tweek replied, "Only a little bit. But seriously, I'm sorry for being such a cunt to you. I never really processed what happened and just focused on being angry…"

"It's okay, man," he grabbed Tweek's hand and intertwined their fingers together, "You were right, by the way. My life has been pathetic since I left. The only person I talked to consistently was my mom. I never did anything that I wouldn't have done here. I didn't have any awesome adventures…"

That made Tweek feel terrible. He shouldn't have said that. "But still you had the right to go off and do stuff, man. I shouldn't have held it against you. I just didn't want you to leave me…" he confessed sadly.

"I wish I never left, honestly. I don't know what I was expecting."

"…I'm glad you came back," Tweek said, smiling softly.

"Me too…" he smiled back at him, "Do you think we could try again?"

"Dating or fucking?" Tweek asked teasingly.

Craig rolled his eyes, grinning, "Dating, asshole."

"…I think so. I haven't had a meaningful relationship since you left. You were the only actual relationship I ever had, honestly," Tweek said. It was true; he really never had anything serious with anyone else. He just didn't click with any of them. Not like he did with Craig. That always pissed him off once they broke up. He still had a hold on his life even when he was gone.

"You too… I never stopped thinking about you… I wanted to reach out, but I figured you wouldn't want to hear from me," Craig told him sheepishly.

Tweek nodded, "You'd be right. I also blocked you on everything… I think we just needed to see each other again."

"Thank you for giving me another chance."

They definitely had more to talk about, but for now they were both happy to have their other half back. Craig reached over to embrace Tweek and pulled him close. He didn't hesitate before nuzzling into Craig's space and hugging him back. It was something they used to do when they were still together. Being able to listen to Craig’s heartbeat as he laid his head on his chest never failed to calm him down.

Tweek always hated himself for how much he missed it. It made him feel weak. He was his own person and didn't need anyone else. But having it once again reminded him of how lonely he's been. He could only use anger to deter his sadness for so long. But it was okay now. At least in that moment. They had each other once again and hopefully could work things out. He didn't want to get his hopes up, but he really wished things went well.

"I still love you," Craig suddenly whispered.

"I still love you, too," Tweek replied softly, holding onto Craig tighter.

~~~

Eventually the two detangled themselves and tried to clean up as best they could. Craig's shirt was still damp from earlier but it was fine for now. They made themselves look as presentable as possible before leaving the room. It was still obvious what happened between them, but at least they tried.

Tweek was hoping that they could slip back into the party unnoticed, but was caught the moment they entered the kitchen. Butters and Kenny were standing at the counter and quickly caught sight of them. Or at least Tweek first.

"Dude, there you are!" Kenny said, "We've been looking for you, we thought you left."

Then Craig emerged from behind him and looked as surprised and embarrassed as Tweek felt. Although Butters nor Kenny looked surprised in the slightest.

Kenny just looked at them blankly, "Oh. Well, you were right, Leo. I owe you 20 bucks."

"I told you," Butters said simply.

Tweek looked between them in shock, "You bet on us getting back together? Guys!" He put his hands on his hips angrily.

"Look, Kenny had faith in you keeping your vindictive streak, but I figured once you two talked things out and got past the tension that you'd make up!" Butters explained, gesturing between them.

"Well, at least Kenny believed in me," Tweek replied, crossing his arms.

"You- wanted to be vindictive?" Craig asked him.

Tweek threw his hands up, "Well, I didn't want to just give in and forgive you! Not after how much shit I talked about how angry I was! But we worked it out and it's fine now!" He stated aggressively, leaving the kitchen and joining the party once again.

"…Okay. You'll let me know if you're still upset though, right?" Craig asked cautiously, following behind him.

"You'll know," he responded.

As they joined back up with the crowd, more people noticed Craig and eagerly greeted him. They were excited to see him after not hearing from him for so long and even more so to know the resident power couple were back together. Tweek felt excited too for what was to come and catching up with Craig after their separation. Craig was just glad Tweek was speaking to him again.


EXTRA:

Hours later in the early morning, Butters and Kenny entered their little shared apartment.

"How'd you know Tweek and Craig were gonna get back together, though?" Kenny asked, yawning, "You know how angry Tweek got when you just said his name."

Butters shrugged as he took off his shoes by the front door, "I told you they just needed to talk things out. They're each other's first love. You never forget that person in your life," he replied softly, smiling, "That and I saw them leave the bathroom together and go into one of the guest rooms."

Gasping, Kenny pointed an accusing finger, "You cheater! That doesn't count!"

"Hey, I was right all along, I just got it confirmed early!" Butters raised his hands in defense.

Either way, they were just happy that their friend's issues were hopefully worked out and happy again.