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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      South_Park
  Relationship:
      Craig_Tucker/Tweek_Tweak
  Character:
      Tweek_Tweak, Craig_Tucker
  Additional Tags:
      Smut, Short_One_Shot, Yoga, sexy_yoga_pants, they're_like_in_their_late
      teens, One_True_Pairing, creek_-_Freeform
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-02 Words: 1324
****** Yoga Tights ******
by pancakes_22
Summary
     Tweek tries yoga to help with his anxiety. Craig spies him one day
     doing some private practice and develops a love for yoga tights.
     This is a very short, smut-filled Creek one shot.
Notes
     For simplicity, I used a bit of yoga terminology, so if you don't
     know the poses listed, just google image search them and you'll get
     the gist of the situation :P
     Also, this is my very first fanfic on here, and only my second fanfic
     that I've ever written! So take that as you wish~
     PLS NOTE: If you read this on Fanfiction.net, I moved it to this
     site. I am the same person, I did not steal from myself, just so
     y'all know! :)
     So anyway... Please enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
            He laid out his mat across the hardwood floor, tranquil music
playing throughout his room. Tweek had been doing yoga to help with his
anxiety, and it was working. He didn’t feel as jittery and anxious as he
normally did before.
            He changed into a tank top and a pair of yoga tights he was curious
enough to buy earlier at Walmart. To his surprise, they were actually very
comfortable. No wonder girls like wearing these! He thought. He got on his mat
and started to find his happy place. He missed his yoga class today since he
had to pick up an extra shift at his parents’ shop. So, he decided to practice
a bit on his own. He started in lotus, taking deep breaths, and soon finding
his mind drift off…
            Craig knocked on the door several times, but there was no answer.
It was freezing out and he knew Tweek was home. So, he made his way to the back
door, knowing it would be unlocked. He wiped his shoes on the mat and called
out to Tweek, but still no answer. Then, he heard a faint sound coming from the
second floor. As he went up the stairs and approached Tweek’s room, he noticed
this noise wasn’t at all like the heavy metal garbage of Tweek’s usual music.
He was even a bit surprised that it was actually quite calming. He was a little
curious as to what the blonde boy was doing, so instead of knocking on the
door, he cracked it open and took a peak.
            After a couple rounds of sun salutations, Tweek decided to do some
cat-cow exercises. Craig was stunned. He didn’t know yoga could be so…sensual.
He knew Tweek had gotten into yoga recently but didn’t think much about. Of
course, it was great that Tweek was seemingly calmer nowadays because of it,
but he thought yoga was only for chicks, not a real work-out, a total waste of
time. Yet, there he was, hiding behind the door. He watched as Tweek’s muscles
tensed underneath the scrawny tank as his back arched, how his cute ass
perfectly enveloped in thin, black yoga tights reached the ceiling.  Those
tights…so accentuating, so unforgiving.
The next pose was something that even Craig recognized: downward facing dog. He
stared at the hot booty in the air, his pants tightening by the second. Tweek
stretched his right leg in the air so elegantly, but then brought it forward
folded beneath him into pigeon, his left butt cheek protruding, begging to be
squeezed. Craig was growing eager, his hot length swelling in his jeans. He
licked his lips as he crept into the room, the music stifling his footsteps. At
this point, Tweek was resting in child’s pose, still unaware of Craig’s
presence. The dark-haired boy knelt down over him, quickly letting his lover
know it was him and not some psychopathic murderer before he freaked out, but
it failed. Though, that didn’t stop him from taking the blonde’s earlobe into
his mouth, grinding his sweltering hard-on into the ass in front of him.
            “C-Craig…!” Tweek moaned out, wriggling into the overbearing heat
on his bottom and scrotum. Craig continued kissing down his neck and shoulders,
slipping his hands underneath the smaller boy’s shirt, playing with his
nipples. He made his way down to Tweek’s waist and then to his hips, pulling
him even more into his erection. He leaned back, taking in the amazing sight of
Tweek’s ass, squeezing his cheeks, so round and firm, but soft. The tights
might have been a little too tight; he was finding it difficult to pull the
waistband down. He was annoyed, more like pissed off. He wanted to take a
gander at Tweek’s asshole, but these cheap, stupid tights wouldn’t let him. So,
using the seam going down the middle, he ripped them open, generating a small
scream from Tweek.
            “You’re not wearing any underwear…?” Craig said almost more of a
statement than a question, an eyebrow raised.
            “A-ah…! W-well, I-I don’t have the right kind to wear under these!
A-and I-I’m alone at home, so it shouldn’t matter!” Tweek retorted.
            “That’s hot,” Craig declared, placing his hands on the object of
his burning desire, using his thumbs to spread Tweek’s cheeks. The blonde boy
whimpered and blushed a heavy hue of red. Before he could say anything back,
Craig had planted his mouth against his entrance, sucking and massaging the
hole with his tongue. Tweek yelped, surprised by the sudden attention to his
backdoor, but subconsciously spread his legs open more and arched his back to
tilt his anus up higher. The unique, delectable taste of Tweek’s salty sweat
mixed somehow with the flavor of coffee (Tweek was practically made of coffee)
sent Craig careening on the edge of passion and gluttony. “Say, Tweek…why don’t
I help you stretch?” Craig said smoothly, quickly reaching for the lube he knew
was in Tweek’s nightstand.
            “O-oh, God…” Tweek squirmed on his mat as Craig slathered his
fingers with the tingling substance, inserting his longest finger in slowly.
Tweek gasped, feeling his partner dig in and out and then curl down to hit his
sweet spot. He bellowed, clenching his fists and toes, the state of euphoria
had him drooling onto the surface beneath him. He was in so much pleasure that
he didn’t realize the addition of the second or third finger. His body so
wanton, he mewled in slight disappointment as his lover withdrew. Craig was at
his limit. He wanted his Tweek NOW, and he knew Tweek was feeling as anxious as
he was. He coated his dick in lube and lined it up at the entrance.
            “Babe, are you ready?”
            “Yes! Give it to me now, Craig! P-Please!” Tweek shouted, and
Craig, more than happy to oblige, entered him swiftly. Tweek cried out, the
immediate pain quickly washed away with intense pleasure, tears soaking his
eyes. He bucked his ass back against the harsh penetration, causing the
enormous cock to reach deeper and completely fill him. The cries of his name
coming from his lover caused Craig to want a change in view. So, he paused for
a moment to turn Tweek over onto his back. Not really being able to do it
before, he kissed his sweetheart’s rose stained lips and proceeded to fuck him
hard. The sight of Tweek’s beautiful face as he moaned in ecstasy was so
arousing, so satisfying. Sooooo happy…he thought.
            He was starting to get close. He lifted Tweek’s legs and pushed
them forward, causing Tweek’s bottom to lift off the ground, granting him
better access to the prostate. The blonde’s moans grew in pitch at the sudden
but appreciated influx of sensations. Craig was surprised at how flexible his
boyfriend had gotten. He rubbed Tweek’s neglected member over the untorn front
half of the tights, pre-cum leaking profusely through the fabric. All the
excitement was bringing both of them over the edge. “Oh, Tweek…I’m—gonna cum—!”
Craig mustered as he thrust in hard a final couple of times before he doused
Tweek’s insides with his thick and creamy seed. The hot load filling him up
caused Tweek to climax shortly after. Craig pulled out and collapsed beside his
lover, both panting, trying to catch their breaths. “Shit…I came first,” Craig
lamented in between gasps.
            Tweek snickered, “And you owe me a new pair of pants!” They both
looked down at Tweek’s mangled tights, full of cum.
            Craig smiled and kissed his honey’s lips, “Okay, but you’re not
allowed to let anyone see you in them except me,” he replied. I’m so glad Tweek
joined yoga, he thought. He pressed his forehead to Tweek’s. “I love you,” he
said, sweetly.
“I love you, too, Craig.” They wrapped their arms around each other and cuddled
in silence for a while before getting up and taking a well-earned shower.
End Notes
     I hope you enjoyed this super short story! It was just an idea that
     came to me doing yoga one day.
     I used to think yoga was kinda dumb and only for preppy white girls
     who liked pumpkin spice lattes, but after giving it a chance, I've
     never been so chill! I encourage everyone to try yoga, even men! It
     really is a work-out and there are so many benefits! It improves your
     flexibility, strength, posture, mental and emotional health, and,
     yes, even your sex life ;) just to name a few!
     Anyway, thanks for reading, y'all~!
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