RETURN TO SOUTH PARK - KENNY PT 3
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Kenny didn’t bother moving his arm from her shoulders as they walked. If anything, he leaned a little more of his weight into her, smugly testing how far he could push. She didn’t shake him off, didn’t even shift - and that told him plenty.
Once they were finally far enough that Cartman’s whining had faded into the night, Kenny tilted his head down to meet her eyes with a playful glance.
‘’So, not pushing me off, huh?’’
(Y/N) looked up, pretending to roll her eyes. “It’s just… cold outside.“You’re like… extra insulation.”
Kenny amusedly chuckled at that, like he could see right through the excuse.
“Uh-huh. Sure. Keep tellin’ yourself that.”
She wanted to fire back another joke, something equally quick-witted, but her cheeks betrayed her, burning hot against the cold night air before she could help it. She slightly tilted her head away, trusting that she was lucky and he hadn’t had the chance to notice the color blooming her skin. Kenny had a sharp eye, however- and although he didn’t notice it right away, he knew how to put two and two together. His gaze lingered on her swaying profile, on the way she bit her lip like she was trying to steady herself . Even the faint curl of a smile she couldn’t quite suppress.
(Y/N) couldn’t deny it, not to herself, at least. His arm around her didn’t feel intrusive nor awkward. It felt steady. Comforting. Whether in person or through his ridiculous late-night texts, Kenny always found a way to make her laugh, to cheer her up. every time her phone lit up with his name, she knew her heart would skip a beat. She wondered, as he held her so comfortably against him, if he could actually tell how much of an effect he had on her, or if this was just Kenny being Kenny, playful and easygoing with everyone he met.
By the time they finally reached her place, the playful air had thickened into something else entirely. She found herself fumbling with her keys at the door, her fingers clumsy from nerves more than the cold itself as he hovered right behind her, watching her with a glimmer of amusement.
“You always this cute when you’ve got company over?”
“Shut up…” she muttered, feeling an already too familiar heat spreading through her cheeks right when the keys finally turned in the door and clicked. Perfect timing.
The warmth of the house was immediately comforting, a stark contrast from the bite of the freezing air outside. She kicked off her shoes on the doormat, muttering something about the place still being a mess while she shrugged out of her jacket and hung it on the coat rack.
Kenny’s eyes followed her, not like he was exactly trying to be subtle. The first thing he noticed was that she was still avoiding his gaze- clearly aware she was being observed. Then his eyes dipped just slightly, taking in the outfit she’d thrown together for the night. Casual, just revealing enough, cute without trying too hard. The more he looked, the more his stare lingered, caught by the curves of her figure in ways that made him feel just weak enough.
He forced himself to look away before it became too obvious, lifting a hand up to tug his hood back. With ease, he pulled off his parka as well, hanging it next to hers like he’d done this a million times before.
When their eyes briefly met again, there was no need to spell it out. The silence felt thick, charged, as though both of them had realized something had shifted the very moment she’d let him in. But Kenny wasn’t one to let silence hang for very long, he was ready to stretch the tension even further.
“...What’s the matter, huh? You’ve been all jokes and comebacks outside, and now you’re quiet. Don’t tell me I make you nervous.”
A nervous giggle came out of her, almost feeling defensive as she glanced away. “Come on…you don’t make me nervous.”
‘’You sure about that? ’Cause you know- the way you were fumbling with those keys…”
Before she could even fire back or even mumble something, he softened his voice, leaning on a more honest side.
“-Look, I’m just sayin’, you don’t gotta put on any act around me. You can be a mess, you can be quiet, you can be whatever. I kinda like it either way. You could wear a bag of potato and I’d still fucking love it.”
She tried and failed to stifle a snicker at his last words. Her heart skipped a beat and she found herself staring at him longer than she wanted to admit, caught off guard by the ease with which he said it. And the cocky bastard was still smirking, shrugging his shoulders like it wasn’t a big deal at all.
Then, as if to break the weight of his own words, his playful tone made a quick comeback.
“But, y’know, if it helps your nerves, I could always take my shirt off. Give you somethin’ else to focus on.”
‘’It’s okay, keep your clothes on, alright?’’
“Damn. Cold. Here I was, ready to do you a favor.” His grin betrayed the fake wound he’d clutched on his chest, his eyes glinting with interest as he followed her into the living room. ‘’Your loss.’’
Rolling her eyes, she padded over to the couch and flicked the TV on.
“Uh-huh. Sure. Anyway, what are you in the mood for? Movie? Or maybe a game?” She offered, trying to find options.
He flopped down right beside her and the couch dipped just slightly beneath his weight. His arm casually slid around her shoulders again, like it just always belonged there in the first place. Her gaze flicked up to him, like maybe he’d speak up and ask her if this was actually okay- although she wasn’t exactly disliking this.
“...What?” he asked innocently, although the grin tugging at his mouth made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing.
“…Nothing.” She cleared her throat. “So… what do you wanna do?”
“That’s a dangerous question.”
“Because if I told you what’s really on my mind, you’d probably kick me out.”
“God, stop being gross!” She responded, but her amused tone betrayed her warning.
“You wound me. Really. Right in the heart.”
Rolling her eyes, she stood and dug around for controllers. “I guess we’re playing something. That way you can focus on losing instead of whatever’s rattling around in that naughty head of yours.”
She started the game. At first, it was harmless enough, the sounds of button mashing, quick laughter and taunts tossed back and forth filled the room match after match. Whenever he’d get the chance, Kenny would lean closer when he thought she was about to win, mumbling distractions just to get her to glance away from the screen.
“Is that all you got?” she teased, nudging his arm as she scored multiple wins in the first few rounds.
“Pfft, warm-up. I’m a gentleman, I was going easy on you.”
By the next round, he was trying even harder, nudging her every time he pretended to get serious. She countered by nudging him right back, biting her lip in concentration as her character pulled ahead again in the last minigame they were playing.
“You’re so going down, McCormick.”
“Not the first time I’ve heard that.”
“Ugh, shut up.” She snorted as she shoved his shoulder without taking her eyes off the game.
He tilted his head toward her, watching the way her brows furrowed in determination. She was just a few points away from beating him. That was exactly when he leaned in closer to her, his lips brushing near her ear as he whispered :
‘’If I win, you owe me a kiss, babe.’’
Her grip faltered right there. She almost dropped her controller entirely and just as planned, Kenny’s character surged ahead and won the round.
But (Y/N) was frozen. Her face felt burning hot, still processing the sudden closeness and the weight of the words he’d breathed against her ear.
“Man, you should’ve seen your face.’’
“No way. You did not just do that.”
“Strategy, baby,” He chuckled, stretching lazily as if he hadn’t just pulled the dirtiest move of the night. Damn, she was cute when she looked at him like that, with flustered cheeks and her lips just slightly parted- like she couldn’t decide whether to scold him or laugh.
“Pretty sure you owe me something, don’t you?”
Her breath hitched. She registered just how little distance there was left between the two of them.. His blue eyes were completely locked on hers, like he was actually daring her to move.
“A-are you serious right now? Or are you just joking? I can never tell with you...”
He shrugged, like he didn’t mind how she’d take it either way. He’d been sitting next to a cute girl all night who hadn’t kicked him out despite his flirty antics and if anything, he believed he had an opportunity to push this further considering her reactions.
“Up to you. Could be serious. Could be just for fun.”
She swallowed, the thrum of her heart pounding in her ears. If he was bluffing, he was damn good at it. And if he wasn’t, well, she wasn’t sure she completely hated the idea.
So she leaned in, closing the remaining space inch by inch. Kenny's grin faded into almost expectant. She could feel his breath, warm against her face, she could see his gaze flicking to her lips … before she tilted at the very last second, brushing just past his face to whisper in his ear.
“You’re right,” she said, her tone dripping with playfulness. “I do owe you something.”
Kenny’s brows rose, surprised.
“....Don’t think I don't remember that bag of candy you snuck into my pockets weeks ago.”
And for once, he was the one caught off guard, blinking at her in shock before bursting into genuine laughter. Her embarrassment from earlier had just molted into playful boldness- and he was far from hating that side of her.
“Oh, you’re evil,” he said, shaking his head, though his grin didn’t falter. “Teasing me like that? Damn, you’re worse than I am.”
“I mean, you really think I’d just hand you a kiss because you tricked me?”
“Proud of yourself for that little stunt, aren’t you?”
She shrugged with amusement. “Maybe. Maybe I am. You set the rules, Kenny, so now you’re stuck with them. You won, but not without cheating, so you can’t get what you want.”
“Stuck? Nah, you’re just making it way more fun than I planned. You’ve been fucking distracting me all night, too, just so you know.’’
“Oh really?” she leaned just an inch closer, keeping the tension taut between them. “ If you think I was distracting, you’ve got no idea what I could do.”
“Trying to get me all flustered now, huh? I like it.”
“Maybe I am,” she admitted. “Maybe… I’m better at it than you think.”
She lifted her hand up, reaching for a wild strand of blonde hair she wanted to brush away from his face, when he gently grabbed her wrist, his eyes never leaving hers.
“You don’t know what you’re doing. You’re playing a dangerous game right now.”
‘’...I know you like danger.’’
‘’Damn right I do.’’
He didn’t wait, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. She froze for merely a fraction of a second, before kissing him back with the same, reckless urgency. It wasn’t delicate. It wasn’t neat. It was messy, rushed, like he’d been holding himself back all night and something had finally snapped within him right that instant.
He pressed her closer, his other hand sliding to her waist as he pulled her up from the couch. He broke the kiss just long enough to breathe, pressing his forehead against hers.
“You’ve been looking this hot all night, teasing me- and really thought I wouldn’t act on it?’’
She couldn’t even answer- his mouth was on hers again, even hungrier this time. She clutched his shirt to pull him closer and he slowly walked her backward until her shoulders hit the wall with a soft thud. The sudden contact made her breath hitch, but she didn’t move. His body was roughly pressed into hers, pinning her against it with a knee lodged between her legs. She tilted her head, opening up for another kiss and his tongue brushed hers -confident, unashamed, demanding more. It made her knees go weak, made a feeling of warmth pool deep in her stomach, but Kenny’s grip kept her steady, well anchored against him.
Every time they broke apart, it was only for a second, for a chance to catch their breath before diving right back in. His mouth trailed from her lips to her jaw, down to her neck, hungrily kissing and sharply biting the flesh, before finding their way back up to her mouth.
The world around them narrowed to this intimate bubble- their mouths clashing, his hands brushing her sides, his weight keeping her steady against the wall. She could barely process all of it before his knee shifted just a little higher, pressing into her with just enough pressure to pull an involuntary sound from her throat. He caught it, devouring it like it was exactly what he’d wanted to hear.
“Fuck, I want more of that,” Kenny muttered almost with urgency. Without giving her a chance to straighten up, he slipped his arms under her thighs and hoisted her up almost effortlessly. The years of training as Mysterion back then were definitely paying off. She yelped in surprise at the sudden change of position, but her arms flew around his shoulders anyway as he carried her up the stairs like she weighed nothing.
“You have no idea what I’m gonna do to you once I get you in there.” He teasingly murmured.
He didn’t bother with gentleness this time around. He dropped her onto the bed almost roughly, climbing over her. His lips found hers again, the kiss no less passionate than before and with one hand keeping both of hers pinned in place above her head, he steadied himself with the other. His knee slid back into its earlier spot between her thighs and he deliberately pressed it again, seeking the same reaction he’d earned earlier that made him smile with delight against her lips.
Then, he felt her fingers skimming the skin beneath the hem of his shirt, tracing the skin of his stomach before tugging the piece of fabric upward. He broke the kiss just long enough to yank it over his head and toss it aside, chuckling when she mirrored him and took off her own in turn.
His response was instant. “Make me.”
She didn’t need to be asked twice. Her fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer in a swift motion that made their mouths clash again. She couldn’t help the sharp hitch escaping her when their bare skin suddenly pressed together. Kenny wasted no time, exploring the newly revealed planes of her skin, his hands tracing her curves as though memorizing them. Her own hands found his back, grazing nails against the line of his spine and making him slightly shiver at the touch.
He swayed from the corner of her lips to find her neck again, placing open mouth kisses alongside it before trailing down to her collarbone and finally down her breast, squeezing the other firmly with his available hand. The quiet gasps and moans evading her mouth only encouraged him further, both his palm and mouth kneading into the soft flesh with more intent at the sounds.
When her fingers slipped just under the waistband of his pants, he broke away briefly.
“Wait-shit, let me-” he started, but she cut him off with a soft yet commanding shake of her head.
Surprised by her assertiveness, a low chuckle escaped his lips.
“Damn… I like it when you’re like that.”
She smiled and took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached for the buckle. Kenny’s eyes, wide with anticipation, never left her form as she got to work. When her hands fumbled over the clasp, he couldn’t stop the faint blush creeping across his cheeks. He looked away for a moment, his lips tugging into a small, amused smile caught somewhere between embarrassment and desire.
“You really mean business, huh?” He teased her. She shot him a quick glance, but immediately went right back to work, struggling with the buttons of his jeans right when she’d finished with the belt, her concentration made evident when she slightly bit her bottom lip. The second she slid the zipper down last, he didn’t waste any time, quickly tugging the garments off completely. With the same eagerness, he tugged hers down as well, along with her underwear, in one, swift motion, exposing her fully.
“You’ve been hiding all this from me, huh? No wonder I’m acting like a fucking animal around you.’’ He murmured, brushing his nose against her neck.
The raw honesty in his words made her feel wanted now more than ever. She tried to respond, tried to fire back with something playful just like before, but no words were coming out. Her heart was pounding so loud it was drowning out any kind of logical thought.
He leaned down closer to her, like he was seconds away from devouring her whole and completely giving in to every ounce of pent-up desire. His breath ghosted over her mouth, keeping a firm grip over her hips, but something made him abruptly stop in his action.
She was touching him. Her fingers were wrapped against his member, tentative at first, but the movement was deliberate. It took a little time, but she eventually found a rhythm that nearly made his body buckle over her. He couldn’t stop the choked sound that slipped from his mouth, halfway between a gasp and a groan.
“Fuck…You’re- shit, You’re gonna kill me like this.”
He wasn’t usually the type to lose composure, not with her at least, but right now, he couldn’t help it. Her touch was too good and the familiar feeling of pleasure slowly creeping within was already starting to make him feel weak.
Kenny’s fingers dug deeper in her hips in a desperate attempt to ground himself. He couldn’t keep this up. Gathering the last shred of strength he had, he grabbed her waist and rolled her around in one swift motion, dragging her on top of him instead.
“There. Now you can drive me insane more properly.”
The look she gave him was nothing short of playful, her lips curling into the kind of smile that was as much a dare as it was a promise. He held down her gaze, awaiting her next move with anticipation. He hadn’t expected her to take control like this at first, but god did he love it. Every time she moved, it dragged muffled sounds out of him- groans, gasps, even silent cursing through his clenched teeth. She didn’t shy away, finding herself wanting to hear more of it. Each groan he let slip was like a reward, one she wanted to earn again and again.
She didn’t waste any time going back to the task at hand. Her hand picked up the same pace, firmly gripping him and sliding up and down in the same rhythm as before.
She’d never expected him to be this vocal, although she definitely didn’t hate it. But it wasn’t just the sounds that were enjoyable, it was the way he couldn’t hold them back, the way his body responded to every stroke, the way his grip on her sides tightened like he needed her to keep driving him insane.
Keeping her gaze on him, she deliberately slowed down, dragging out the last strokes before stopping altogether.
But his protests died down in his throat the moment he noticed her body moving lower with tantalizing intent. Her hair brushed against his skin as she left a trail of slow, teasing kisses down his chest, making her way down to the dips in his hips and finally, pressing her lips where her hand had just been moments ago.
“Holy shit…” was all he had time to mumble, before she gave it a few tentative licks, humming in satisfaction at his reaction.
She briefly glanced up at him. His eyes were fixed on her, as if daring her to push it further. She did exactly that as she parted her lips, opening her mouth to take in as much as she could.
And if there was one thing Kenny was crazy about, it was BJs.
The warmth of her mouth, the way she took her sweet time, the way her body slightly swayed with every of her movements- it was almost too much. When she started picking up the pace and he couldn’t stop the sounds leaving his mouth anymore, one of his hands jolted to grip her hair before giving it a gentle tug, a silent sign she needed to stop before he was too far gone.
When she looked up and met his gaze, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, he truly thought he’d never seen her this sexy.
So he pushed her back down again, intent on devouring her whole. His fingers trailed down, locating her core and barely giving it a brush of his fingers. Half to tease, half to subtly just check how excited she was at this point. He didn’t need to know more when the slick from the faint touch stuck to his fingers.
The faint, little moan just barely making it past her teeth was delight to his ears. With the encouragement, he dipped his fingers down once more, this time more deliberate, slowly dragging them in an up and down motion, earning more of what he’d been seeking.
Kenny smirked, amused at her form, at how helpless he was making her. That was payback for how she’d just tortured him.
But he gave her a chance. He thought he could be forgiving, that the fact she looked that hot like this could maybe make up for it. Her body instantly relaxed when he pulled his hand away and he briefly stopped to look at her.
Leaning down to kiss her, he positioned himself right above her entrance. He wanted to try to be gentle at first, maybe let her get used to him, but when she tightly locked her legs around him, he lost it entirely.
In one swift trust, he pushed himself into her, relishing the moans and whimpers coming out of her every time he pulled out and back in as he maintained a steady pace at first. It didn’t take too long before he picked up a faster rhythm- right when he felt her nails digging into his back and his shoulders.
He knew by the way she was clinging onto him that she was close. He lifted one of her legs, giving him better leverage to reach her sweet spots, and he noticed right away he was doing a good job, when her cries became louder and louder. His own groans mixed up with hers, his movements becoming more erratic the more he went on.
She didn’t even have time to warn him when she finished first- but he wasn’t done yet. He let her ride her wave of pleasure a little longer, before reaching his climax right after, panting and breathing heavily as he flopped onto her form.
The two caught their breath for a moment, taking in the realization of what had just happened. Her quiet giggles broke the silence first.
‘’What’s so funny?..’’ He asked, an amused little smile curling at his lips.
‘’It’s…it’s nothing. It’s just..I- uh… wow… You know? ’’ She responded, at a loss for words.
‘’Yeah. Wow’s the right word.’’ He smiled back, pressing a long kiss on the top of her head.
For Kenny, despite his playfulness, despite his horniness, just couldn’t resist the pretty girl laying under him. Not only was she beautiful, she was sexy, funny and oh so damn cute.
And for once, he didn’t mind the prospect of maintaining this blossoming relationship with her in the long term.
