yandere kenny mccormick x reader
till death do us part (part 2) (sorry if my english is bad :( and that i didnt put in kennys pov)
DISCLAIMER: YANDERES AND STALKERS ARE BAD AND I DO NOT CONDONE THEM IRL!! SMUT BTW
The bell rang, never in your life were you so grateful class started. Realizing the whole entire time during lunch 99% of it was ignoring Kenny and the other 1% was that love letter.
You couldn't help but feel drained and frustrated with the situation, wishing for some sort of escape. You wondered if Kenny could sense your reluctance in hanging out with him or if he was just blinded by his own excitement. Either way, it left you feeling conflicted and even more unsettled than before. As the students began to file back into their classrooms, you found yourself lost in thought. The more you thought about it, Mark and Kenny seem extremely against each other.
Either it was Kenny pissed off at Mark because you keep hanging out with him or Mark being suspicious of Kenny for some reason. The weight of their presence seemed to loom over you constantly, causing anxiety and discomfort that you couldn't shake off easily.
Deep down, you knew that there were underlying issues at play - issues that perhaps went beyond simple jealousy or insecurity. It was a complicated web of emotions that needed untangling but one thing was clear: pretending everything was okay wasn't going to cut it anymore. With a heavy heart, you made your way back to class hoping for some kind of distraction from the messiness that awaited outside its walls.
3 more periods of class. You can do this.
Then finally, school’s over.
Then finally, school’s over. exiting out of class, Kenny's already waiting for you out the door. before you even had time to process, he already ripped you out of the classroom and gripping harshly on your hand and a bit too close for comfort. As you two walk, you pull away awkwardly, trying to create more space between the two of you. Kenny notices your discomfort and frowns, but neverminds it.
Reaching the school gates with no mention of Mark anywhere, you can't help but feel a twinge of guilt. You didn't tell Mark about Kenny going to your house, and that just seemed like a shitty thing to do. "Hey, can I tell Mark about this first?" you ask. As if his frown before didn't hurt enough, Kenny's expression turns into a scowl. "Alright, jus- just don't take too long." He finally lets go of his grip. You nod, feeling a sense of relief and anxiety. You grab your phone off the table, immediately trying to apologise for not telling him later.
As you text Mark, your heart races with anticipation and nervousness. you turn your head around, turning to find Mark, and you finally spot him with a girl? You couldn't quite make out who she was, but your heart sank nonetheless.
It's alright. I mean, maybe it's just a friend like you and Kenny: god, is this how Mark felt? You felt so bad, and now you're having even more second thoughts about inviting Kenny home. “Fuck isn’t that Mark?” you turned to Kenny then to Mark. “Mhm.” A fit of irrational jealousy rose within you, but you tried to suppress it as hard as you could. "Damn. You know he's hanging out with the girl who basically fucked half of the football team right?" he said. Your eyes widened in shock, you turned to Kenny, eyes still widened in shock, disgusted by his words. "What? That's not true, do-don't say things like that," you responded sharply, feeling defensive of Mark and the girl he was with. Kenny shrugs it off, but you can't shake off the feeling of unease as you continue walking towards your house.
You couldn't understand why he would say something like that, that just made you stressed out even more! you brush it off, he probably didn't mean to make you feel that way.
The way home was just like lunch. Except for the love letter flooding your thoughts, it's that girl. As you arrive at your front door, feeling relieved that at least one mess was sorted especially considering how Mark just told you everything was fine between them despite what may have been, you turn around only to find Kenny standing way too close again - something he seems to do often without noticing or caring about personal space boundaries.
You try not to flinch away from him as he leans forward and whispers into your ear, smiling "I'm glad we got some alone time today." Your heart races faster now than ever before - part confusement, part fear. "too close." you push him away. He rolls his eyes, still having that smile on his face, just a little less noticeable.
The unease inside you grows as you walk silently beside Kenny, trying to push away the negative thoughts creeping into your mind. Eventually, you arrive at your house and invite Kenny in. As soon as he steps inside, your mother immediately greets him, ignoring your siblings in a heartbeat. "Awh hi hun, didn't know you'd be here! '' she says sweetly, making you cringe internally. "You want me to whip up a snack for you? I'll be as quick as I can!" you can hear your siblings muttering about needing help but your mom shushing them. "Thank you Mrs.l/n, but I'm fine," he said politely. "Alright! Call me when you need anything. Also, me and my little munchkins are gonna leave at 5 to go to Aunt Linda’s house. We won’t go home till tomorrow alright so be careful!" your mother said joyfully.
you and Kenny finally went upstairs. "Look see, I told you your mom likes me more than your siblings," he said smugly. "yep." you said, you were too tired to argue with him. As you hang out together in your room, listening to music and chatting about nothing in particular, something feels off.
Maybe it's because of what happened earlier or maybe it's because of how close Kenny seems to be getting physically; either way, something isn't right. Kenny's words only make things worse; his casually misogynistic comments about the very same girl that you're trying to forget about leave a sour taste in your mouth.
God you needed sleep. You forgot about your phone for a while. Your body is just unable to process anything at the moment. You grab your phone and check your notifications. Awe Mark. Mark. Shit Mark. You immediately open your phone in a panic, quickly checking Mark’s messages he sent you.
“Accidentally sent something to u mb”
Well that was a relief. Kinda. At least he isn’t mad. Is it bad you expected more than that? You leave a sigh of relief, finally feeling calm after what felt like years of suffering and misery. “Did you figure out who wrote it?” Kenny said suddenly, “Wrote what?” you replied. “The love letter?” At that moment you wanted to punch Kenny in the face. The feeling of peace finally came to you and it was ripped out of you. “Nope.” you said monotony, “Oh okay.” he replied back with the same tone. A few minutes of silence pass, until Kenny lets out a shocked gasp. You turn to him, he turns his phone towards you and you can’t believe your eyes.
A picture of Mark making out with that very girl. Your eyes swell up with tears. You feel your heart drop as you stare at the image on Kenny's phone. The lump in your throat makes it hard to breathe, and a wave of nausea washes over you. You can't believe what you're seeing; it feels like a betrayal, not just from Mark but from yourself for ever thinking that he might actually care about you.
As the tears spill down your cheeks, Kenny tries to offer some words of sympathy, but they fall flat. His presence only seems to magnify the pain and confusion swirling inside of you. Was any of it real? Did Mark ever have feelings for you or was he just using you as a distraction until he could be with this other girl? All these questions and more are racing through your mind as Kenny continues to babble on beside you.
He seems almost unaware of the weight of his own words or how much they hurt. It's like he doesn't even get why this is such a big deal to you. In that moment, all the sleepiness has left your body entirely- replaced instead by an overwhelming mix of emotions: sadness, anger, disappointment...it's too much to bear all at once. Kenny sits next to you, a bit too close again but you weren't gonna say anything. You can't handle anything right now.
"Dump him already." Kenny said, those words echo in your head. He places his hand on your thigh, okay this is a bit too far. you push his hand away, he puts it back. "Kenny stop, just stop. My boyfriend's literally cheating on me, I don't want you to be treating me like the sluts you hangout with every night." your words startle him, he retracts his hand back as if he just touched something extremely hot. but he retracts his hand back, but harder onto your wrists. You try to pull away, but his grip only tightens. "Ken, let go." you sob between your words. "You deserve better then him, you know that right?" he says softly. you try and let go of his grip but he grips it even more tightly. He yanks your hand, moving you closer to him. before you had any time to process anything, he kisses you.
As the kiss lingers on and his hand moves up to your shoulders and around your neck, he pulls away and looks at you, his eyes filled with emotion. "What the fuck Kenny!" you yell, trying to push him away with all your strength but you can't. You try to scream, hoping your family would hear you then remember they already left. "You deserve me." his hands push yours above your head, you watch knowing you can't do anything. he straddles you, his face inches away from yours. you feel trapped and scared, as he kisses you again and again. in between kisses, he would mutter something about wanting you, about how Mark is a dick who should kill himself.
Tears roll down your eyes, "I've always wanted you." he mutters. "I could've had you. i did everything for you" you feel sick to your stomach, realizing that he's been harboring these feelings for you all along. he kisses you again, drunken with lust and love, "Mark just had to ruin everything, but now i can finally have you." you sob, why is this happening to you? "why are you doing this?!" you muster up. he smiles, the same smile that would always make your day. not anymore. "Cause I love you, and i know, i know! you love me too. deep down." You shake your head, tears streaming down your face. wanting to just go back in time, to before any of this happened. "I'll tell everyone about this! everyone!" you say, hoping this will scare him somehow. but instead, kenny just giggles, "sure sweetheart." saying sarcastically. You feel helpless, trapped under his weight and his hold on you. As you lay there, listening to Kenny's words, a knot forms in your stomach. You feel as though the walls are closing in on you.
"Take your clothes off," he said. You sit there dumbfounded, and he finally lets your hands go. You swear there are bruises on there from how hard he held them. You slap him in anger; Kenny winces in pain, "Ouch." You look in fear at what he was going to do next. "I’ll just take them off for you." He rips your shirt off, revealing your bra. You sob even more. Your breathing gets crazy; you're hyperventilating like never before. He caresses your face, saying, "Shh, shh, it’s alright, darling. Deep breaths." He smiles. Is he really comforting me when he’s trying to violate me? Weirdly, you listen to him. Trying to calm yourself down “Okay, now I'm going to take those off. Stay still, please." He unclips your bra, and they fall right off your shoulders. Your senses were overpowered by a panic reaction. You frantically mustered your power and pushed against his chest, pushing him just slightly. He grabbed your hands again with one hand, but instead of pinning them above your hand, he put them on your lap, removing your bra.
“God they look perfect.” you felt his length tighten against you, he gaped in admiration, astounded by your gorgeous figure. He pulls out something from the pocket of his orange parka, a gun..? “Don’t fight back please.”’ he warns, before letting your hands go. You sit there in fear, he puts it back in his pocket. His fingers massaged your breasts, grabbing both of your nipples and forcing you to bite your lower lip. He held one breast in his palm, gently squeezing it, while his other hand brushed your hair away from your face. Your hands squeeze against your bed. "S-stop!" You shouted out, but it sounded out as a moan. You hated it, but your hips began to press on Kenny's hard cock. As he teased your clothed nipples again, the tears streamed down your cheeks. You tried so hard to keep your moans to yourself, but all it did was force Kenny try harder to take in your wonderful moans of ecstasy. “Don’t look at mm-”
He moved in to kiss your breasts, his tongue running over your boobs before working its way to your nipple, giving it a delicate sucking. "K-Kenny-!" You moaned out, and Kenny smirked as your moans became louder. He sucked your firm nipples as his other hand gripped your other boob, his thumb flicking painfully slowly across your nipple. You moved your head away from him as he leaned down to kiss your lips, but he gripped your cheek and pushed you to look into his ocean eyes. His lips touched yours, gently kissing you.
Your pussy began to pulse, and you felt more cum build up. Your body craved more of him. His thumb caressed your clothed clit, and Kenny could only hear your moans as you fought against it. It felt wonderful having your most pussy tormented in this way, but you craved more.
When he saw your swollen, moist pussy, he pulled down your pants then your underwear, licked his lips. His fingers stroked you, eventually slipping in and gliding beyond your G-spot, causing you to moan. He aimlessly stroked over that area with the friction driving you insane. You were getting close that you clenched around his warm fingertips inside of you.
"I know you're getting close. It's all right, you can cum." As you slipped into a profound orgasm, more of your liquid spilled onto Kenny's fingers, a wave of ecstasy rushed over you. The wave died down after the tremendous orgasm, and you breathed, returning to reality. You were disgusted that your body had allowed you to succumb to the pleasure.
You take a deep breath and try to compose yourself. He sits beside you, hugging you. Caressing your face gently, “I love you, so so much.” he mutters, “I hate you.“ you reply. He only hums in return, as you think your tears are coming to an end, you cry even more. He tries to comfort you, but that won’t undo what he did to you. In that moment, all you can think about is how much trust has been broken and how deep the hurt runs. "I'm gonna get a tissue, okay? don't even fucking think of running away." as he left the room, you cried like you never did before. tears pouring out like crazy.
You feel like you're drowning in a sea of emotions, unable to process everything that's happening. Your mind is racing, trying to make sense of it all but nothing seems to add up. The pain feels so real; it's like a physical ache in your chest that won't go away no matter how hard you try. You start to question everything that led you here, why did you even invite Kenny in the first place?
He comes back with the tissues, he cleans up the mess you made comforting you as he cleans it up. “You wrote the love letter?” you ask, sniffling in between your words. “Mhm.” he replies. You shake your head in disbelief. As his words sink in, your mind goes back to that day when you received the letter. You remember the feeling of being noticed when you read it. Even though the whole time you were anxious it was a prank; it was like a dream come true, finally someone who saw something special in you that wasn't just Mark or Kenny.
As Kenny continues to hold you close, his embrace feels suffocating instead of comforting. Your mind is still trying to make sense of everything but it's too much at once; too many emotions fighting against each other for control inside your head. Eventually, tiredness takes over and your eyes start drooping again but this time not because of fatigue alone. It's also because of the mental exhaustion brought on by these endless thoughts and emotions running rampant through your brain. As sleep begins to overtake you once more, one thing becomes clear - Things will never be the same between you and Kenny again no matter how hard either one tries to fix it. You're hoping that when you wake up this is all a dream.