South Park Kink Meme

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Re: Tweek/Craig, ABO, overstimulation

[(Anonymous)]

4/4


Tweek wants so badly to comply, but his limbs are trembling too hard. After a few moments of watching him struggle, Craig flips Tweek over onto his stomach. Tweek feels thumbs spreading his cheeks apart, and whines when he isn’t filled up shortly thereafter, even though he’s still shaking with oversensitivity. But then something hot and wet and flexible begins lapping at his entrance, and he cries out in surprise.

He knows what’s happening—it’s just like he’d fantasized—but he needs to reach back and grab a fistful of Craig’s thick hair to confirm he is in fact licking Tweek’s ass, moaning softly as he drinks down his slick. Craig soothes him with his tongue and tells him, “Fuck, you taste so good,” and then Tweek yelps when he jams his tongue inside. “Ungh, you scream and shake just like I always imagined.”

“You—mnnh—you thought about this?” Tweek gasps out as Craig prods in and out of him with his tongue.

Craig snorts. “Are you serious?” He gets back to it right away, pressing in and licking and sucking in turn, so all Tweek can do is moan in the affirmative.

“Tweek…” He pauses his onslaught to nip lightly at the flesh of Tweek's ass. “I think about you every time I jack off.”

“Hngh? Since, ah, since when?”

He can feel Craig snickering as he continues to lap up his slick. “Since I started jacking off, stupid.”

“Fuck, Craig,” he whines. Gripping Craig's hair, Tweek begins fucking himself backwards on his probing tongue. “Are you serious?”

When Craig hums in the affirmative, Tweek can feel the rumbling of his voice inside his body. He'll have to save working through the implications of what Craig's just said for later, because he can't think at all right now. Craig wraps his arms around Tweek's upper thighs and takes charge by jamming his tongue in and out, over and over. His moans pour into Tweek just as Tweek's slick pours into his mouth, and it's too much for Tweek to take. He doesn't want to come on Craig's tongue, not when they both need him to knot to be satisfied.

"Please, Craig, hnngh—fuck me, fuck me please," he begs pitifully.

“I am fucking you,” Craig says, and he resumes.

“With your cock! Fuck, please, just—put it back in, Craig, angh!”


Craig withdraws his tongue immediately and, just like Tweek had fantasized, hoists his hips up high and forces his cock back inside, groaning and pushing Tweek’s face down into the pillow. Tweek presses it in there himself to muffle his cries, wrapping his arms around it for good measure, and he allows Craig to hold him up by the hips as he slams his cock in and out in rapid succession.

He tries to rock back against Craig in time with his harsh thrusts forward, but Craig’s gripping his hips too tightly. All he can do is tilt his pelvis up and back to meet him and wail at the intensity of it.

His balls slap against Tweek’s ass like before. He’s fucking into him so hard and Tweek’s so sensitive from having come already that he lets out a sharp cry each time Craig forces his cock all the way in. His ass clamps around it involuntarily, like he’s trying to push Craig out, and he’s sobbing at this point—when did that start?

Craig leans over him and kisses his neck. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” he pants in his ear, slowing his pace.

“Nnnh," Tweek manages to get out, "don’t stop!” and Craig bites his ear and starts pounding hard again.


“You feel that?” he hisses.

“Hnngh,” Tweek whimpers. The base of Craig's dick is starting to expand.

“Mmnh, gonna knot you. Gonna come all up in your guts,” he grits out, pulling Tweek back by the hips each time he thrusts forward now. The rough treatment and the nasty appeal of his words set Tweek off again. His hips attempt to tip him forward and away from Craig's pulsating, thickening cock and he utters a string of soft, whiny pleas. His whole body convulses beneath Craig, around him. He comes with a shriek, vision blinking out and toes curling as his muscles tense and spasm around Craig's cock.

"You came again?" Craig says, sounding awed. "I'm—ah—almost there. Get on top facing me; it'll be better to be knotted that way."

"Agh, I—I can’t, Craig."

“Come on. Just try, babe. I'll help you,” he says sweetly. When he pulls his throbbing cock out of Tweek, they both groan at the loss. Tweek is the most oversensitive he's ever been in his life, but his body knows he needs his alpha's knot, his cum, to provide and receive his release.

With Craig's help, Tweek sits astride him and pulls him back inside with a low whine. Craig leans back against his pillows, dragging Tweek with him, and Tweek groans at the ache of being moved with Craig's length buried deep inside him. Holding onto his shoulders like this gives Tweek some leverage to ride him, but his legs shake so badly as he attempts to bounce himself up and down on Craig’s swollen, twitching cock.

“Look at you,” Craig says, clearly pleased. “You’re all fucked out. I did that to you.”

“Hngnh, yeah I know. I was there.”

“Oh, were you now?” he teases, voice strained, and he starts bucking up into Tweek hard. His knot grows rapidly and it both burns, stretching to accommodate the swelling of Craig's already oversized cock, and rubs up against his sweet spot constantly now. His eyes cross, rolled back in his head, and he moans and cries at the thought of the aggressive pleasure of relief striking him once again. Every little movement makes that warmth in his belly build and spread yet again. He's really going to come three times in the time it takes Craig to come once.

And Craig can tell. "Are you fucking serious?" he asks huskily as Tweek chokes on his sobs and quivers all around him again. "How are you even real?"

Tweek's head tips forward onto one of Craig's shoulders and he digs his fingernails into the flesh of his upper back. Craig growls at the pain, and buries his face in Tweek's neck, nipping and licking at his scent gland again. His teeth come to the fore suddenly, and they scrape at the gland. Tweek moans as Craig's knot expands to the point that he can no longer pull out of Tweek's body. He just keeps rocking deeper inside him and then pulling back, rubbing up against Tweek's entrance from the other side.

It feels so strange and so satisfying, to be so full, and when Craig pulls himself off of Tweek's neck gland and instead sinks his teeth in the flesh at the crook of Tweek's neck, he starts going off inside Tweek. He takes Tweek's dick in hand and jerks him off as he groans and empties his massive load deep inside of him.

"Nnnh," Tweek moans, feeling his sore muscles trembling around the fat imposition of Craig's cock for the third time and his hips thrust him forward in Craig's grip against his will. He's so achy and tired, but the sense of fullness from Craig's knot and his hot cum still shooting deep into his guts, just like Craig had promised, drags him over the edge alongside Craig, whimpering and twitching.

Craig kneads the flesh of his ass as his orgasm tapers off, the warmth in Tweek's belly lasting this time because it's real—the product of Craig's own release. He's so weak, but Craig was right: this position was best to be knotted in. Tweek is able to drape his limp form over Craig, who's just as much a sweaty, panting mess as he is.

"Did so good, babe," Craig says sleepily, nosing along Tweek's damp hairline.

He lifts Tweek's chin from his shoulder and leans down to kiss him. Tweek is so tired and out of breath but he kisses back deeply until he can't breathe at all. Then he breaks away gasping for air and presses his face back into the crook of Craig's neck. In mere minutes, he manages to fall asleep, hole pulsing around the fat cock lodged within him and Craig's hand cradling the back of his head.


The ringing of Craig’s phone rouses him. He catches sight of the screen. The contact name is “The ol' ball and chain.” Tweek nestles into Craig’s chest, feigning continued sleep. He doesn’t want to think about Kyle right now, but that must be Kyle.

“Craig.” And it is. And he sounds pissed.

“Yup.” Craig pauses. “This is Craig.”

“Just talked to Kenny.”

“And?”

“You had one job, Craig. What was your one job?”

Craig sighs deeply. “Don’t fuck Tweek.” Tweek jolts at the mention of his name and then hisses at the pull of Craig's knot within him.

“That’s right, Craig. Your one job was 'Don’t fuck Tweek.' Seems like a pretty easy job. Kenny isn’t inside of Tweek right now!”

“Not like he didn’t try,” Craig grumbles, pouting lightly.

“Kenny would’ve just used the toys on him! He has some self-control!”

Craig scoffs dismissively. Tweek hears Kyle sighing dramatically on the other end.

“Did you mark him?”

“I don’t—I don’t think so?”

“Give the phone to Tweek,” he demands.

Craig complies, handing the phone to Tweek. He hitches him up by the waist and kisses his cheek softly.

“Uh, hello?” Tweek asks, agitated despite Craig's tenderness.

What the fuck is going on? Is Kyle going to chew him out? This is just like that weird moment with Kenny outside—Tweek is left in the dark yet again about something.

“Tweek, calm down. I just need some information and then I’ll let you go. Craig’s useless right now. More than usual, I mean. Your heat probably triggered a rut. Did he bite your neck?”

“Uhh, a little—you’re not—agh—you’re not mad, dude? How come you’re not mad?”

“Oh no, I’m livid! Me and Craig are scamming my parents for the fucking dowry. We were gonna split it down the middle and go our separate ways, but if he broke the skin on that gland, there’s no way it’ll work now.”

Tweek rubs along his neck where Craig had latched on, whimpering at his own touch. When he pulls his hand back, there’s no blood or anything.

“Geh, I don’t think he broke the skin.”

“Alright, that’s good. His parents are at mine for dinner and more negotiations, I guess. I can go stall them, but if—”

“Wait, ergh—so you’re not with Craig… at all?”

"No, dude. I'm with Stan. He's a beta and you know how my parents are. I tried to get them to go for Kenny, but you know. He's poor."

“Craig!” Tweek hisses. Craig makes a dumb, drowsy noise in response. “Why would you let me believe you were actually with Kyle this whole time?”

Kyle's voice rings out, even though Tweek hadn't been talking to him. "I told him not to tell you, but I'm not responsible for the way he chose to execute it. How was it you were going to tell him again, Craig?"

Craig rolls his eyes. Tweek smacks him on the shoulder. "What the fuck was your plan? Huh, Craig!?"


Craig scratches the back of his neck and avoids Tweek's gaze, but it's very difficult to look casual with your inflated cock buried deep inside the person before you demanding answers. "Was just gonna... sorta kidnap you after work?" he offers up weakly.

In his anger, Tweek's hips rock forward and back involuntarily and he hisses, "You didn't think I might be upset you'd abandoned me?"

"Abandoned is kinda harsh and anyway I did it for you. So we could have a life together." Craig grunts and throws his head back on the pillow as Tweek's hips rock harder of their own volition. His hands come up to grip them.

Hurting both from the feelings he'd been stewing in for months and from the soreness of his ass which his needy omega body has obviously chosen to disregard, Tweek sniffles. "I thought you were gonna forget about me."

"I could never forget you, Tweek," Craig says, sitting up so he can fuck Tweek back properly, and kiss his face and chest, let his tongue lave his nipples, already littered with hickeys, and whisper into his skin over and over again, I love you, I love you, I love you.

On the other end of the phone, Kyle hangs up with an indignant, "Ugh." What a terrible call, making a deal with Craig Tucker, that huge, pathetic sap over Tweek Tweak. They'd almost fully executed their plan, though, so he texts Kenny to go over there and ventilate the house, maybe see if he could pry those two apart or at least get them to a secondary fuck location. And as he makes his way downstairs to contrive some issue to discuss with the assembled set of parents, he prays that one of them was smart enough to remember a goddamn condom.