Kenny x Bebe
[Kenny McCormick Masterlist]
Even when they were young, Kenny knew there was something different about Bebe Stevens. She was always cute, but fuck, puberty hit her like a freight train.
Bebe was the only girl to have killed Kenny before and ever since then, he’s carried a torch. It burned hot, it burned bright and by the time graduation came, he was ready to go up in flames.
Clyde was throwing a huge graduation party for their year, and Kenny knew it was his last chance to talk to Bebe. To touch her. To finally sink himself inside the girl that haunted him for years.
Kenny had been to enough of these parties to know how it was all gonna play out.
Kyle awkwardly pretending he was listening to Nichole as she laid out her college plans, when he really just wanted to kiss her.
Stan huddled over a trash can after drinking too much and initiating a failed final hook up with Wendy.
Cartman – who claimed he was too good for the party – showing up anyway and hanging out on the deck like he was too good to even be there.
Either way, his friends didn’t need him. Which was good, because no one was derailing this plan. Not his friends, her friends, or even fucking death itself.
Kenny bumped into a frustrated Wendy Testaberger. Perfect.
“Hey Wendy,” He said coolly, “You okay?”
“Yeah, just Stan –” She huffed, “Don’t worry, I’m sure he’ll tell you all about it.”
That sounded about right.
“I haven’t seen Bebe, is she around?” Kenny said in the most casual tone he could muster.
Wendy sighed, “Kitchen, I think,” Kenny turned on his heel and headed to the kitchen without so much as a ‘Goodbye,’
He stepped into the kitchen and sure enough, there she was. Even with her face all twisted up from a tequila shot, she was hot as fuck.
She turned towards the counter, grabbed a large kitchen knife and started cutting up more limes.
Reminding himself that this could be his last chance, Kenny gathered every ounce of confidence he had and sauntered over to her.
“Bebe Stevens,” Kenny said, grabbing the tequila bottle, “Cutting limes? Aren’t you above playing hostess for your ex-boyfriend?”
“You’d think so,” She said, bringing the knife down on the wooden cutting board with a decisive snap, “But if I don’t cut the limes? No one will,”
He held back a smile as he poured tequila into a red plastic cup, “You were always too good for him,”
She rolled her eyes and continued chopping, “What do you want Kenny?”
Another thing he liked about Bebe? She got down to brass tacks.
“You,” Kenny said awkwardly, “Just, like, tonight. It’s always been on my bucket list – metaphorically cause I – Look I think you’re really hot and we might never see each other again…”
Bebe could hardly believe what she was hearing. Did Kenny McCormick – one of the assholes who was always hanging out with Stan and those guys – Did he really think he had a chance with her? Did he really proposition her like it would be a quick, casual fling and not the most mind-blowing experience of his pathetic fucking life? Bebe pointed the knife at him as her eyes scanned his face, “You’re fucking with me, right?”
Kenny took a decisive step forward, bridging the gap between them until the knife pressed firmly into his rib cage, “I’m dead serious,”
His crooked smile, his determination, his certainty? She couldn’t help but find it a little endearing.
She pushed the knife in a little more – Not enough to injure him, but enough to show she was serious. Dangerous.
Kenny swallowed thickly as his cock twitched with eager interest. Shit, was he really getting hard right now? What the hell was wrong with him? He decided to pull on that thread later.
With an achingly slow precision, Kenny slid his hand over Bebe’s cheek and pulled her into a kiss. He tried to give her plenty of time to pull back, to change her mind, to tell him to fuck off…
But she dropped the knife as her tongue slid in his mouth.
The next few seconds were a blur. His hands on her wait. Her chest pressed up against him. All while their tongues were seeking each out, rolling over each other with a hunger he could’ve never predicted.
She grabbed his jacket, pulling his ear down to her mouth, “Nobody can find out about this. Ever.”
Kenny shrugged, “Deal.”
“Meet me upstairs. Master bedroom,” Bebe said before spinning on her heels towards the living room, “Wait a few minutes, then come up. It’s the second door on the left.”
Kenny shrugged and waited the appropriate amount of time before stalking through the living room and up the stairs with single minded purpose.
By the time he got through the sea of bodies and stood in front of the master bedroom, his heart was pounding in time with the throbbing in his pants. Show time.
He pulled the door open, eager to find Bebe waiting for him– but instead he was greeted with a nearly nude Tolkien with Lola on his lap.
“Dude, what the fuck?” Tolkien rasped.
“Shit is this the master bedroom?” Kenny said awkwardly as he mentally cataloged and graded Lola’s tits in that skimpy mint-green bra.
“It’s across the hall!” Tolkien hissed as Kenny stepped back and closed the door.
Shaking off the social faux pas, Kenny stood in front of what he hoped was the correct door. He knocked softly.
“Yeah?” Bebe’s muffled voice said.
Kenny turned the doorknob and stepped inside.
Bebe was stripped down to her red bra and panties, scrolling on her phone.
“What took you so long?” She stood and tossed her phone beside the bed on her pile of clothes, “I said a few minutes, not forever. Did you forget that this was a one-time thing? A massive lapse of judgment on my part?”
“I got turned around,” He said, figuring it was a better excuse than ‘I saw your friend’s tits.’
He took a step forward, shrugging off his parka. “I was kinda looking forward to undressing you,” Kenny said playfully.
“I guess we can both be disappointed tonight then,” She said with a bratty pout, crossing her arms under her chest.
God, her tits looked amazing. Full, soft, begging to be sucked and played with.
“Or maybe not,” She said, her eyes glued to the bulge in his pants.
Was Kenny as hung as his obvious hard-on made him look? Bebe was determined to find out. She dropped down to her knees in front of him, quickly popping open the button on his pants before unzipping them and pushing them and his boxers down to his thighs. His cock sprung up, hard, heavy and dripping with precum.
Kenny swore that almost came as he watched her eyes light up.
Bebe wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft before giving his head a quick, exploratory lick. She licked her lips before taking the whole tip in her mouth, sucking off the precum with a quick pop.
Kenny grabbed a fistful of her pretty blonde curls as she introduced him to her throat. His eyes rolled back as she bobbed on his length.
He thought they’d have a quick fuck, that he’d cross something fun off a list – not that he’d have to use every ounce of willpower not to blow his load as her hand stroked him while her tongue swirled under the head. There was no way he was coming away with this just getting a blowjob.
He pulled back on her hair, turning her face up to look at him.
“Bed,” He panted, “Now.”
Bebe smirked and stood as he released her hair. As soon as she was back on her feet, Kenny’s hand snaked around her neck, pulling her into a kiss as Kenny kicked off his pants.
He pushed her onto the bed, ripping his shirt off before climbing on top of her.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Kenny groaned as he hooked his fingers into her panties.
Bebe rolled her eyes, lifting her ass as he pulled her wet, lacy panties down her thighs, calves and over her ankles. “Tell me something I don’t know,”
Kenny kissed her hard and fast as he rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit. Fuck, she was so wet, it almost made his head spin. He wanted to be cool, say something that would make her breath hitch. Some line like ‘I’m gonna fuck you until you forget your own name,’
Instead he said, “I’ve been wanting to do this for a fucking decade,”
Bebe’s breath hitched as she searched his face.
Fuck it. Mission still accomplished. He pushed in slowly, his cock throbbing painfully as he listened to a breathy moan escape her lips. His instinct was to start slow, but Bebe wasn’t an average girl and Kenny was nothing if not accommodating.
He rolled his hips, thrusting slow and deep before quickly picking up the pace. Each drag of his cock sparking pleasure throughout his body. Her eyes rolled back, her breathy moans growing louder and more shameless with every thrust of his hips. Fuck she was tight, wet and perfect and the way her tits were bouncing? Kenny couldn’t take his eyes off of them.
He relentlessly thrust harder and faster, until the force bounced her breasts free from the tiny red cups of lace and groaned as he took in the sight of her. Shit, Bebe really was practically perfect.
He leaned down, licking a broad stripe over her nipple, before bring it fully into his mouth. He alternated between sucking and teasing, holding back his own climax as she threw her head back.
Bebe moaned loud enough to wake the dead as her back arched off of the bed. Her nails dug into his shoulders, branding small crescents into his skin. Her walls fastened up around his cock, gripping him like the world’s most intoxicating vise.
Kenny tried to drink in every sound, every movement she made as her orgasm washed over body. Instead he released her nipple, burying his cock up against her cervix. He groaned as his cock pulsed, pleasure surging through him, pumping her full of every drop he had to offer.
As the high from the most intense orgasm of his life began to fade, he looked down at Bebe. Fuck, he couldn’t believe that really happened – And it was better than he imagined.
He slowly withdrew from her and rolled onto his back, looking up at ceiling. Where did he go from here? How could he possibly top this?
Bebe rolled over, looking Kenny over carefully. His messy blonde hair was sweaty, his cheeks all pinked up, his mouth wet and swollen.
“Okay,” She purred, “Maybe it can be a two-time thing.”
