saw ur smau requests were open so how about stan’s gang when their gn! s/o forgets to give them a goodbye kiss before leaving for lectures? thank u if u do my request <33
✮⋆˙ FORGETTING TO GIVE THE MAIN FOUR A GOODBYE KISS SMAU
↳ an: sorry for the typo in kennys, the app kept glitching on me :(
Headcanons for a hero reader who dips from the franchise.
Synopsis: Being the new kid, you get plenty of flack from all sides. Shitty parents, and you're beginning to realize, even shittier friends. Fed up, you announce your departure from the franchise, to mixed reactions from New kid's many admirers.
A/N: Sorry I've been gone so long, I was in a bit of a south park dry spell without new episodes and a new game that kinda sucked. But I'm back and with a request from Anon, the freedom Pals version of this will be released soon.
The Raccoon (Eric Cartman)
☆ He's pissed. I mean, no suprise, he's always pissed, but he's especially pissed that you think you can leave. He'll never admit it to your face, but you're kinda carrying the franchise right now. You're his heavy hitter, and you actually stand up pretty well against 'Myst-queer-ion', as he so aptly calls him.
☆ He may or may not have had some plans in the works to get you forced into some sort of power couple with him, further tying you into the franchise. You leaving is only going to make it more difficult to asserts his power over you. That's what this is, a power play, and definetly not because he's actually in love with you and doesn't want to admit he's crushing on a guy. Even if you are a female!New Kid, it's still very confusing. Like Prince.
☆ He's already giving you quite a lot of new benefits. Want your own little space in the Raccoon cave? Great, he'll move the dog crate acting as a holding cell for professor chaos. Want another movie deal in the franchise? You got it, fuck Kyle. Who wants a human kite movie anyways?
"What. The. Fuck?" The sound of scratching on glass, like a stray in the night, makes you look at your window. Your curious and concerned face only falls further at the sight of a familiar 'big-boned' brunette sitting on your windowsill. "New kid, you little traitor bitch. You're trying to leave? Still?" He tries to casually slide into the room, only to fall; scattering some of your decor. "The fuck? Clear this out next time I visit." He demands, before putting his hands behind his back and pacing. "I'll remind you, you signed a legally binding contract to remain with the franchise when you joined. You're locked in, and frankly, I'm offended you're trying to weasel your way out." When you ask to see the contract, he produces a piece of paper, crumpled and clearly written on the back of a Casa Bonita delivery menu. In bright letters, it reads 'Raccoon and Friends Exclusivity contract, duration: 4 ever. I own you.' At the bottom, the name written is simply 'New Kid', and obviously not your hand writing. You raise a brow, only making him sputter and shove it back in his pocket. "Right, well, now you know. Keep it in line, and I expect to see you back at the cave tomorrow." He snaps. He hops onto the windowsill, before immediately falling out. "Fuck, Clyde- shit! Why'd you move the ladder?"
Human Kite (Kyle Broflovski):
☆ He gets it, he totally gets why you would want to leave Cartmans shitty franchise, but that doesn't stop him from wishing you wouldn't go. He's gotten pretty close to you, and you're one of the more reasonable members of the team. He really wants you to balance out meetings. He's already lost Stan to the freedom Pals, and even though you aren't leaving for them, it still hurts.
☆ He'll try to keep you away from the Raccoon for a bit, maybe pair up with you on missions more. He wants to do some goods deeds with you, remind you why you became heroes in the first place, you know?
☆ He enjoys the quality time you get to spend together when on patrol, and he's so busy with school during the day. If you leave, he's worried you'll grow apart, again, a concern that lingers from Stan's departure. His crush on you doesn't help, half of the patrols you go on he considers dates, so if you leave he'll have to man up and actually ask you out.
"Yeah, just, uh, don't run into the street anymore, yeah?" Human Kite chides, as the kindergartner he swooped in to save moments ago from the middle of the road runs off. "We really need to get a fence put around the children's park. Maybe we could fundraise or something. The city council is shitty enough, but public safety is something they don't even pay attention to!" He exclaims, holding his hands up. "I mean, really, New Kid. That's the point of being a hero, making a difference. Least it is for you and me, it's about money and movie deals with fatass." Puasing for a moment, he scuffs his shoe against a pebble. "You know, you don't have to go. Cartman sucks, and we might bot have the funding the Freedom Pals have, but we do good stuff! And, and this city could really use it." He glances at you, looking like he may want to say more. "Just think about it, man." Please do, he really needs you to balance out the rest of the Raccoon and friends.
Captain Diabetes (Scott Malkinson):
☆ Please, you can't do this to him. You are one of the few people in the group who are kind to him. You can't just abandon him! He'll do ANYTHING!
☆ He caves, reaching whipping boy status immediately. Anything you want, he'll get it. Snacks, stuff for weapons, loose change. Its yours!
☆ He's one tough cookie (no diabetes joke intended), so he essentially becomes a human shield for you. I mean, Clyde is always crying about getting his ass kicked, maybe that's why you're leaving. Scott can take a beating, so its no problem for him to sacrifice himself if it means you'll stay.
☆ "Ach, no problem, New kid." Scott grunts out, sitting up a bit. The pair of you had gone to handle a situation with some meth dealers back behind the City Wok. One almost got the jump on you, but Scott jumped in to take the hit. "It's- it's what teammates do. I-" He wobbles, gripping his side a bit. "It's probably gonna take a bit to heal though, even with my diabetes strength. Maybe you should stick around a few more weeks, just to make sure I heal. F-for the good of the city." He coughs.
Mosquito (Clyde Donovan):
☆ Guilt trip. He's probably the only one who'll pull that card, but if he really thinks you're being serious about leaving, he'll cry. Usually, no one cares about his cries, whether he's suffering from a raisins girl 'break up' or he's skinned his knee during battle. But you? You've always been sweet to him. You patch him up, you take him seriously. What's he gonna do if you're gone?!
☆ He's going to throw a pity party before he forms any real strategy. Probably go to raisins and blow his entire months allowance on Zingy Tingy Wingys and compliments from the girls. Soon, he decides that maybe the only way to get you to stay is keep you busy. Slamming down his lemonade and once again fleeing from Raisins (with some hesitation), he sets out to find some criminals.
☆ He modifies Scott's plan of protecting you at risk of hurting himself by cutting out the 'saving' part. He's self-aware, he knows that you can handle yourself, and any aid he provides you would probably just result in him getting in the way. So, he finds some low level thugs, and wins, but ensures he gets his ass absolutely kicked in the process. Decimated, little horn nose crumpled and wings torn.
"Jesus christ, mosquito, did you get hit by a bus?" The Raccoon calls from his spot at the computer, less worried about his friend and more about how this is gonna make the team look. "Could you get beat down less publicly? You're gonna make us look like pussies."
"Ah, they were tough, b-but no match for the MOSQUITO! Bzz-bzz." Clyde walks with a slight hobble, all the way to your right hand spot at the long fold out table initiated with a C and F. "I got pretty messed up, New kid." He admits, leaning against the table with exaggerated yet not feigned pain. "Bzz-bzz-buf it always make me feel better knowing I've got a great team to come back to. Especially a pal like you. Can you patch me up?" He asks, looking about as pathetic as a bug themed boy can be. You sigh, but agree with the usual smile. As you hand him a 'blood box' that's suspiciously apple flavored, and wrap a bandage around his leg, his spirits improve immediately. "I don't know what I'd do without you, New kid. Probably get like- stabbed or murdered or something."
"Probably worse." Raccoon calls.
He's quick to nod, giving you big, sad eyes. Just stay, please? He's playing it up; but he really can't hold his own.
Fast Pass (Jimmy Valmer):
☆ Jimmy is a casual guy. He doesn't want you to leave, but its not the end of the world for him. Between the two of you, he doesn't actually do that much fighting, and what he does do gets handled quickly.
☆ Even with running the Fast Pass checkpoints system, he's got a lot of free time. He's more than happy to swing by your place, maybe 'run' (get it?) Some new comedy material by you.
☆Mostly, I think he'd miss running on missions with you. It's always a fun time, and you usually grab a meal afterwards. Even if you arent fighting crime, he's sure to keep the tradition of the post-fight meal up.
"H-h-hey, new kid. Delivery!" You can hear a voice from just outside your window, and smile as you poke your head out. "Someone order e-e-extra speedy service-ce? I handled some robbers d-down by the old S-sodasopa, and one of em' had a coupon for Mr. Freemans tacos. Dinner o-on me?" He asks. You're trying to avoid most franchise members right now, but you just can't say no to Jimmy. "You're gonna have to c-come down here though. I-I have super speed, but uh- stairs are still kind of kryptonite."
Super Craig (Craig Tucker) (Platonic):
☆ He so doesn't care, man. He's like Jimmy, he doesn't actually do much fighting, or work, and he takes very little enjoyment in actually fighting most criminals. He handles minor things Raccoon assigns him, and even at those, he's not exerting much effort. Just loosely punching a tree to shake a cat out of it.
☆ Honestly, he thinks its for the best. He's not willing to admit it, but he's still pretty fucked up over Tweek leaving for Freedom Pals. He'd much rather you butt out of this whole franchise war now before things get tense or you leave on bad terms.
"Yeah, this place fucking sucks." That's his only real response when he gets the news. "Wanna play Guitar Hero?"
Hiiii, can u do a craig tucker with a baby fever/breeding kink x fem reader?? It would give me so much life cause i been reading the same fanfics of him over and over 😭, thank you so much if you do it
need to breed : craig tucker
warnings: nsfw (18+), fem and afab reader, breeding, p-in-v sex, pregnancy mentions, overstimulation, feral craig tbh
notes: i was just gonna write the smut part, but i love craig sm and wanted to write more 😭 also i haven’t written smut in months so i apologize if i’m rusty <3
“we should have a kid.”
you nearly choke on your own spit at your husband’s forwardness. craig’s always been very blunt in what he says about things or others. but when it comes to the things he wants, he’s a little less vocal. so hearing a suggestion, especially like the one he said, threw you for a loop.
“you- you want to get me pregnant?” you questioned, disbelief in your tone, “and have a baby?”
“that’s usually the order it goes in, yeah.”
you roll your eyes at his sass, but you don’t comment on it. instead, you question him. “whatever, whatever,” you said, “but what’s making you want this now?”
even before you and craig got married, you two talked about having kids one day. it was something both of you wanted in the future. but you weren’t expecting the conversation to happen in the near future.
craig pushes off the doorframe, walking his body to his side of the bed. you watch him curiously as his eyes trail down your body— only wearing a pair of sleep shorts and a thin tank top.
“clyde keeps sending me pictures of he and his wife’s new baby,” craig explained, “it— i guess it just makes me wonder what our baby would look like. and we have the funds to stay afloat, even with one.”
you smile lightly at him. you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about it. maybe it’d have craig’s jet black hair and your eyes, or your hair and craig’s eyes and nose. when you thought about his strong arms holding onto a little chubby baby— your heart soared.
you press a kiss to the tip of his nose. “let’s try.”
a broken sob falls past your lips as craig thrusts inside of you for the umpteenth time. you don’t know how long you’ve been there, laying on your back on the mattress with your legs folded to your shoulders, but you know you’ve been there long enough for craig to fuck three loads into your sopping cunt. or was it four? you could barely remember your own name, let alone how many times you’ve both cum.
“craig— oh god! it’s too much, ‘s too much!” you cried out. craig’s thrusts were furiously fast, yet accurate enough to hit that one spot that made you see stars over and over again.
“you can take it— fuck!” craig groaned, “gotta make sure you get pregnant, right?”
a shaky moan falls past your lips as you bite the bottom one, your fingers gripping the sheets beneath you like a vice.
normally, craig is a slow-fucker. not necessarily overly slow in pace, but in how he takes his time to pleasure you fully. but this? this is a whole new thing for you and him. it’s like a switch got flipped inside his brain, and everything else was shut off except for his need to breed you.
craig’s cock continued to move in and out of you at an animalistic pace. your pussy was beyond spent, leaking a mix of his cum (that he hasn’t already fucked back into you) and yours onto the bedsheets. if you weren’t so out of it, you’d be embarrassed at the mess beneath you and the sound of it being fucked back into you.
“gonna fill you up with my babies, make you a mama,” craig continued to ramble, a small sheen of sweat on his forehead, “you’d like that wouldn’t you? get you all, shit— nice and pregnant.”
your cunt involuntarily squeezed around his cock at his words, a pornographic moan escaping you. craig lightly chuckled, “oh, so you do like it. i just felt your pretty pussy squeeze me.”
your face burns, but there’s very little chance for embarrassment as you feel another orgasm building up, a heat in your tummy. frantic moans and whines escape you, the pleasure bordering on painful from how many times you’ve cum.
“god, fuck!” you cried, “craig, ‘m gonna cum!” tears of pleasure escape your eyes, falling down your cheeks.
with one hand, craig reaches down and runs firm yet rhythmic circles on your clit, making you gasp. with the other, he grabs onto your hand, pressing it to his lips.
“you gonna cum with me, honey?” he said, his thrusts becoming slightly sloppier as he gets closer to his orgasm, “i’m gonna— gonna fill you up again, k? to make sure you have my baby.”
pleas leave your lips as you grip craig’s hand, throwing your head back as the heat in your stomach finally releases with a final loud moan. craig quickly follows, groaning as his load fills your pussy.
craig stays inside of you as his forehead falls against yours, both of your chests moving up and down in sync. you feel beyond spent, your legs numb from holding them up for so long.
but before you can say anything, craig leans up slightly so he can look in your eyes. “got one more in ya, honey? i wanna make sure i get you pregnant on the first try.”
Summary: Being stood up when you have the absolutely perfect anniversary date planned would be enough to send anyone spiraling and make them question if anything is even worth it at this point.
Luckily for you, the perfect loverboy is willing to sweep you off your feet and show you a good time to help you make a decision.
Warnings: Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content (everyone involved is above the age of consent), Cunnilingus, Face-Sitting, Penis In Vagina Sex, Cowgirl Position, Semi-Public Sex, Cheating/Infidelity
A/N: Ugh, I am so fucking sorry.
I had this thing like, 75% done on my Docs, and then something else on my life took complete chokehold on me and I couldn't make any progress on it at all for several days. I promise I'll try to write quicker and post more often in the future.
Next up on the chopping block (I'm not actually chopping him up, though he deserves it) is Kyley-B, for a request (I'm taking those now) (Also sorry to the follower for taking so long to get to it I am a disgrace)
“Come on… Come on… Pick it up, will you…”
Clutching my phone in my hands firmly, close to my face as I stared at it with my eyes drifting between the ‘Call’ screen and the battery icon, I paced back and forth on the sidewalk. The sun shined bright and beautiful in the sky, still my mood was anything but - the nerves were exponentially starting to get to me, and I was on my last line.
It was supposed to be my two-year dating anniversary with my current boyfriend, and I had the whole day planned to perfection. Taking advantage of the fact that the weather forecast was announcing a very warm and sunny day - which is rare for our town -, I planned to spend the whole day with my man, starting off with a whole picnic in the park around the local pond. I was wearing my prettiest floral sundress and had a whole basket full of goodies to be enjoyed under the sunlight. Had made sure to arrive early and wait in a place that was of easy access for both me and my partner so we could walk to our destination together. It was all perfect.
Perfect, except for the absence of my other half.
For three hours now I had been waiting, sitting on a bench near a local restaurant that I usually frequent for lunch on workdays, looking around all the time for any signs of him, and he had not arrived. I called and called with my phone but they all went to voicemail, sent a bunch of texts that stayed on delivered - and worse, my battery was now close to dying out, since I forgot to charge it before I left, not thinking it was important since I didn’t plan on spending so much time on my phone anyway. It was currently running at 4% as I tried to call him as many times as possible before it died out and I had to think of another plan.
My heart skipped a beat as the call was answered.
“Baby? Baby! Where are you?” I exclaimed as I put my phone to my ear, my agitation clear on my voice.
“Mmmmm… Hey, babe… What’s up…” An extremely groggy version of my boyfriend’s voice came through the phone’s speakers, not nearly close to matching my anxiety.
“What do you mean, what’s up? Where are you?” My mind already had a faint idea of the answer, but I had a sliver of hope in my heart that it might be wrong.
“Huh… In bed.”
Of fucking course. “In bed? How? It's almost 2pm! We were supposed to meet three hours ago!” It was not my intention to scold him, but in my exasperation it sounded exactly like that.
A few seconds of silence from the other side of the call as my partner seemingly processed the information. “Damn… Sorry, babe. I stayed up late gaming with the boys and slept through the alarm.” He sounded slightly less groggy now, like my revelation was a shock to his brain, but not by much.
“I called you so many times, though!” I countered, “Why didn’t you pick those up?”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I thought it was telemarketing or something.” His voice didn’t carry a hint of remorse.
I took a deep breath, trying not to scream or make a scene right there on the street. The day was so beautiful, I just didn’t wanna waste it arguing. “Well, you’re still coming, right?” I asked, trying my best to sound patient and less accusatory. “Can you give me an ETA or something?”
“Babe, let’s just… Let’s just take a rain check, alright? It’s late already.” He sounded as nonchalant as could be as he said that, as if the thing he was cancelling wasn’t our literal anniversary date. “I promise I’ll make it up to you some other time.”
“It’s our anniversary, baby! I’m already here! What do you-”
With a jolly ringtone, the call was cut short. I put my phone in front of my eyes just in time to see the animation of it turning off on the screen, my battery breathing its last before the device died completely.
And then there was just me.
In small, shaky steps, I made my way to a street bench nearby and sat down, setting my picnic basket to my side and watching with glazed eyes as the cars went by on the street, still clutching my phone in my hand. After waiting for so long, making excuses for my boyfriend’s tardiness on what was supposed to be a date to celebrate the day our relationship started, a date I planned from beginning to end and made sure was completely flawless, it all went to shit in the span of one phone call that didn’t even get to end because I ran out of battery before it could. I was left alone, heartbroken, stressed and with no way of going back home except on foot.
Allowing myself to have at least one thing I wanted, I lowered my face, hiding it with my hands, and let the tears roll fast and plentiful. My whole body shook as I sobbed, all the nerves of the day taking physical form in the salty droplets running from my eyes, as I recalled not just how much of a bad current situation I was in, but all the previous disappointments in my relationship that I swept under the rug because of love. And, deep down, I knew I was likely to let the broom of my self-neglect swipe this one, too.
For what felt like forever, this was all that I had. One of the prettiest outfits of my life, a basket full of food, painful memories running through my mind, tears that didn’t seem to be able to stop running down my cheeks. Until I got something else.
“Hey… Ma’am? Miss?” A gentle male voice called near me, seemingly out of nowhere, bringing me back to the world of the living, so to speak. “Can I help you? Do you need anything?”
I shook my head, still not looking to the source of the sound, now feeling deeply ashamed of myself. Engrossed in my own feelings, I forgot this was still public space and someone was bound to question me at any time, considering how nosy people in this small town tend to be. “I’m fine,” my voice cracked a bit as I said it.
“I am pretty sure you aren’t,” The voice responded, with a sliver of irony, but still gentle, like he wanted to make sure I knew he wasn’t laughing at me. I felt a hand on my bare shoulder - calloused fingers shook it with just as much kindness as I heard in the voice behind them.
“It’s alright, sir,” I sniffled while trying to steady my voice, hoping my fake reassurance would be enough to make this unknown person leave already. “I’ll be leaving soon, don’t worry about it.”
“‘Sir’ is my dad,” He chuckled, “My name is Kenny. At least to all the pretty girls. So call me Kenny.”
His response took a small giggle out of me, even if my whole mind found it inappropriate to do so considering the circumstances. Whoever it was that tried to talk to me was actually making an effort to make things better, not just ask questions out of obligation or curiosity. Slowly, I wiped my tears away with my hands, answered him with my own name and lifted my face up, trying to put an image to ‘Kenny’. And put an image to it I did.
It was almost like the head and body of two different action figures smashed into one. From the neck down, it was simple and rather elegant. The man wore all black, as was common for that restaurant’s waiters; The usual dress shirt with the restaurant’s logo had its first two or three buttons open, making it just slightly more stylish. The charcoal gray apron wrapped around his hips was perfectly spotless like it had never been worn before, and he wore a pair of dress shoes that seemed to have been recently shined.
Once my eyes went up, though, everything seemed to change. His blond hair was styled in some sort of shaggy mullet. The very visible dark circles under his eyes came as a stark contrast to his laid-back posture and the youthful energy I just felt emanating from his body. On the matter of his eyes, I couldn’t pinpoint their color for the life of me; Some trick of the sunlight was clearly at play in them, because in some angles they were blue and in others I could’ve sworn they were lavender. Some tiny reddish nicks speckled his jawline and chin, likely from shaving and not doing a very good job at it. When his mouth was open, I could see that his teeth were slightly crooked, and he had a bit of a gap between the front two on the top row.
The things that were the most startling about his appearance, though, were the scars and piercings on his face, and those he had several of. I could count two eyebrow piercings, a nose ring, a single earring on his right ear and an industrial bar on the other that seemed to still be healing. On the matter of scars, all of them were healed and faded, but screamed gruesome stories; One on his upper lip that went up to end at the side of his nostril, another one on his temple, and a third, the biggest, started on the right side of his jaw and went all the way down to the start of his neck.
To be honest, I liked the look of the top part more than the bottom.
As he saw me looking up at him, the corners of his lips curved into a smile, a genuine one filled with kindness. “Wanna talk to someone about it?” He asked as he pushed my picnic basket on the bench away and sat to my side, leaning forwards with his face towards me.
“Ugh… No, I just…” My fingers ran through my hair in stress as I threw my head back, feeling my eyes burn with tears again and trying to chase them away so I could at least leave this situation and go home without further questions.
“Let me guess… boy troubles?”
It was a rather sexist guess on his part, but I wasn’t about to fight it, because he happened to be right. “How do you…?”
I turned my face to look at him and he pointed to my hand on my hair, where on my ring finger rested a thin silver band with my boyfriend’s name engraved on the inside. “You’ve got a ring.” Turns out he wasn’t being misogynistic at all. He was just too attentive, something I’m not used to.
With a sigh, I slouched forwards with my face down again.
“Now I’m curious,” Kenny admitted as he leaned back on the seat of the bench, resting his arms on top of it, “What kind of monster made a goddess like you cry like that?”
I shook my head again and pointed to his shirt, specifically to the restaurant’s logo embroidered on the uniform. “Don’t you have somewhere to be right now?”
“Don’t worry about it. The place’s practically empty right now. Most people are at the mall or at Stark’s Pond anyway.” He shrugged. “And besides… I shouldn’t tell you this, but my boss is acting kinda crazy thinking you’re scouting the place to rob. So me being here probably puts his mind at ease because now he has a witness.”
Great. Just lovely. Now, on top of my whole shitty life situation, I’ll also have to find all the workers at that place looking at me funny whenever I go in for lunch. “So you told him you’d come here to teach the possible thief a lesson?”
“No. I told him there was no way in Hell someone as adorable as you was up to no good.” It was the third compliment on my appearance in less than five minutes of interaction. Apparently he was the type of man to not be deterred by something as ‘insignificant’ as a woman’s boyfriend, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that.
“Well, your boss can rest assured,” I said, “I was just waiting here to go on a date. No robbery plans.”
“That’s what I thought.” He nodded slowly. “But I saw you while I was working. You’ve been here quite a while. What happened?”
“Well…” I took a deep breath, trying to put it all into words without bawling immediately - it still didn’t stop some tears from falling and my voice from cracking as I finally spoke again, “Apparently, my boyfriend slept past his alarm and forgot our anniversary date.”
Sudden movement to my side had me startled and I looked up again. Kenny was on his feet, an exasperated expression on his face. “What a bastard! YOU’RE sitting here, looking like a fucking snack for him, and your stupid ass boyfriend is at his place sleeping when he could be ravaging you?”
This man sounded genuinely indignant, even if extremely crude - in a twisted way, it only served to fill my brain up with more thoughts that maybe I wasn’t being treated as decently as I deserved, because I found myself not wanting to dispute him or make excuses for my boyfriend’s behaviour, either. “Don’t put it like that…”
“I always put it in in many ways,” Kenny sat back down next to me on the bench, the double entendre he spat definitely understood and ignored by me when I tried my best not to laugh, “And the only thing your boyfriend there seems to be putting is stress on your shoulders.”
He put his hand on my back and rubbed it gently slowly, as if trying to physically remove this figurative weight he mentioned - and, surprisingly, I felt it working even if just a little bit. My facial expression probably gave my enjoyment away, because he didn’t remove his hand even after he stopped moving it, and I let him keep it like that.
“I mean, it’s not that bad…” I avoided Kenny’s gaze as I uttered those words, and immediately the pain he had soothed came crashing down again. “It’s just one date. I’m sure it’s-”
“Don’t you start this on me now,” Kenny interrupted before I could continue my poor attempt at a dispute, “You know it is that bad. It’s your anniversary. Fuck, if I had a chick willing to do all that for me, I’d stick to her like bubblegum on a shoe,” he chuckled nervously as he ran his fingers through his hair, the thought of having someone who cared about him that much apparently making his brain run amok - he was probably the type of person to try to get things done for people instead of the other way around.
“And I’ll say more,” he took a deep breath and continued as he took note of my silence, “Even if it was just a date, you should still be pissed. You agreed on something and he fucked it up. And now you’re here, looking sad and hot. If this happened to any of your girl friends, you’d tell them to send the garbage dick to the gutters, wouldn’t you?”
I tried opening my mouth to argue further, try to defend my man’s behaviour or justify it, but found myself running dry of the excuses I usually had on hand. It was like something inside of me had snapped, and if there was one goddamn day of my relationship where I would allow myself to be angry and expect reparations, it would be this one.
“Thanks, Kenny,” I murmured, nodding slowly and letting my gratitude shine through my eyes as well when I gazed into his, “Means a lot.”
“Don’t mention it,” he shook his head, making his shaggy hair flow beautifully and frame his face even better, “Consider this my first real attempt at becoming employee of the month.”
In a weird way, Kenny’s presence and his charisma were starting to make me feel better. I felt drawn to continue talking to him, if just to hear his voice more.
“Are you a new hire?” I asked, signaling with my head towards the restaurant where he worked at, “I come here often and I’ve never seen you there before.”
“Oh, no no no, I’ve been there a couple of months now,” Kenny was quick to answer, waving his hand in front of him to emphasize the negative, “But I usually just do cleaning duty and help in the kitchen. They don’t want me waiting tables because I ain’t exactly got a face for customer service.”
I didn’t argue with his comment, but it wasn’t for a lack of wanting to. The man sitting next to me was absolutely handsome. Every single one of his features displayed intense personality and charm, and the words in his voice always sounded extremely seductive no matter the subject. Kenny had a natural magnetism to him that most men could never have no matter how hard they tried. However, he was nonetheless a bit rough around the edges, and the piercings and scars probably were a red flag when it came to employment. Not his fault and there was nothing wrong with him, the only one to blame was our current society.
“Anyway, today I’m actually covering for a friend of mine,” Kenny continued, “Got in some sort of trouble and couldn’t be here, so he asked me to cover for him and it was the least I could do.”
Using my amassed knowledge of the restaurant’s usual waiters, I went through my mental images of all of their faces to try and guess who his friend could be. There was this other young man, about our age… “Is it the other blond guy? Also with the… You know, over his eye?” I moved my finger in front of my left eye, tracing a scar I remembered the other man having. Were facial scars an integral part of the restaurant’s uniform?
“Butters. That’s him.” Kenny nodded with a smile. “Really nice dude. Reliable. He’s covered my ass a couple of times, vouched for me to get this job too. I gotta check on him later to see if everything’s alright, he never misses a workday.”
The sincerity in Kenny’s voice and the way he beamed about his colleague made my heart feel warmer. There was obviously more to their friendship than just being work buddies, and I was sure this ‘Butters’ guy was very near and dear to him. Maybe next time I went in there for lunch we could strike a conversation or something.
But all good things must come to an end. With a stinging reminder that I still had a phone with zero battery on me and a whole walk to my house ahead, which would set me back on my ‘not think of my life’ objective a lot, I decided I should just cut that umbilical cord and let my new buddy go back to living his own.
“Well, Kenny… I think I really need to go. Don’t wanna take up any more of your time.” I run my hands over my eyes one more time, even though the tears have already all spilled by now and are basically dry. “Thanks for everything. All the best to you.”
I get up from the bench and wave him a goodbye, but feel him grab my wrist and tug at it as I try to leave. When I turn to him again, he’s holding up my picnic basket in his hand. “You forgot your… your thing here.”
He pushes it toward me, but I don’t pick it up, instead just making a dismissing motion with my free hand. “Keep it.” I shook my head. “I’m not hungry anyway. Think of it as a token of appreciation for keeping me company.”
“You’re not hungry? That’s bullshit!” He gets on his feet as well and tries giving me the basket again, more insistently this time. “You were waiting here for hours without eating. You must be starving.”
Kenny wasn’t wrong. During our whole conversation, I could feel the familiar pangs of hunger in my belly, my body’s painful way of begging me for sustenance. However, just thinking of coming back home all alone and having to eat all the food I prepared for me and my boyfriend, knowing full well that it was supposed to be for a special occasion and I had instead been bailed on like it was nothing, was enough to make my eyes burn again with the threat of another crying session. I wouldn’t be able to do it.
To keep myself from crying again, I just let out a downcast sigh. “It’s alright. There’s too much for just me anyway, I don’t want it to go bad. If you keep it you can at least share with your buddies or something.”
“Well, I’m still not taking what’s yours, that’d be fucked up. But…” His eyes darted to the side, looking towards his workplace, then back to the basket his holding and then finally to me again.
“But?”
“Well, as it turns out, I haven’t had my lunch break yet.” His hand releases its grasp on my wrist and he picks up his phone in the pocket of his apron briefly to check the time, putting it right back after he does. “So I think you can still have that picnic.”
It was unbelievable. “You’d… Do that for me?”
“It would be a real mistake to let such a perfectly prepared meal go to waste.” He made a gesture with his hand, towards my picnic basket - a gesture that I could’ve sworn encompassed me as well, theory only made stronger by the mischievous glint I definitely saw in his eyes.
His boldness had me flabbergasted. In any other situation, I’d be nothing short of horrified at the thought of an unknown man inviting himself to my business like that and basically taking over my day - but Kenny had been so kind, helping me with nothing but caring words as I bawled my eyes out, taking time away from his work to make sure an unknown woman was safe and okay while asking for absolutely nothing in return. And he seemed so genuine about it, too - even if he had made some playful passes, I wasn’t the slightest bit uncomfortable around him. He was being extremely nice about all of it and I found myself not ready to go back home and face the music of my terrible life just yet; Maybe Kenny and I really could have a great time together, even if it wasn’t what I originally planned.
“If you really want to…” I give him a gentle smile. “Let’s go, then.”
His eyes light up like a child’s as he hears my acceptance, and he hands me my basket to hold before starting to walk with purpose past me, leaving me confused. “Just stay here for a bit, okay? Don’t go nowhere.” He calls out to me, but as he sees my eyes widening and a little sadness flash behind them - I hadn’t considered that I’d had to wait even more for Kenny now, and my whole experience with today had me a little paranoid -, he’s quick to add: “I swear I’ll be quick, it’s just to warn the other folk! Be back in a flash!”
With a deep breath, I decide to trust him on this one. “Go, go!” I yell with urgency, turning my attention to other parts of my surroundings while he goes do what needs to be done.
Luckily I didn’t have to wait long. After just a couple minutes my ears picked up rushed footsteps coming in my direction - Kenny was now straight up running to meet me. He looked mostly the same, with a few key differences; He had ditched his apron completely and was now wearing a big orange parka with brown details on the hoodie. It looked cheap , old and beat-up, with a bunch of very visible stitching on the seams, like it had ripped off and been sewn back together multiple times before. It also had a couple dried dark stains splattered around it, but I wasn’t about to ask what they were.
“Feeling cold?” I pointed at the new addition to his outfit.
Kenny shook his head and shrugged, the jacket making a very characteristic plastic-like sound with his movement. “Just thought I might need it.”
You’re gonna sweat in that was my immediate thought, but the judgement that followed was to not to waste any time debating his decision, he’s a grown adult and must have his reasons. I adjusted the basket on my forearm as I began to walk, but Kenny quickly moved to my side and pulled it away from me, locking his right arm with my left one and holding the basket with his other hand. I turned to him with a confused look, but he said nothing about it, instead choosing to go on about something entirely unrelated as we made our way to our destination.
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The trip to Stark’s Pond was quite short, but filled with fun and laughter all the way nonetheless. Kenny was making progress on his objective of keeping me distracted from my current situation, telling me lots of jokes and sneaking compliments every other sentence like it was second nature for him to say them, which it might as well be. I had no doubt that, for anyone who went past us on the street and didn’t know who we were, the only thing they saw was one extremely happy couple.
I ended up learning lots of stuff about him, too. He opened up like a library book, probably to compensate for the fact that he saw me so vulnerable earlier. I found out that he was an extremely hardworking man, needing money not only for his daily expenses but also to help his little sister pay her university tuition - between that and his treatment of me, a person he barely knew, I had no doubt he truly had a heart of gold.
Besides the daily shifts at the restaurant and some odd jobs here and there whenever he got some free time, he was regularly busy during weekend nights, working as a bartender at a club in Main Street. I knew the place like the back of my hand. It was my old stomping ground - I had spent many a crazy Friday and Saturday night there, and it was also where I had met my current boyfriend, a drunk hookup that became a bigger thing. Ironically enough, once we made it official, he began to get bothered whenever I talked of going there and would give me the silent treatment if I did, so I eventually just abandoned it altogether to keep the peace.
“Well, if you ever feel like coming back,” Kenny said after I commented on the coincidence, “Then keep me company at the bar. Drinks on me. And not that overpriced stuff full of ice we usually make. Real alcohol.”
I told him he was full of shit and waved him off, but made a mental note of what he said… Just in case.
When we arrived at the lake, it was immediately verified that Kenny’s predictions about what the people in town were doing for the sunny day were correct. The park surrounding the pond was peppered with couples in love whispering sweet nothings to each other while watching the clouds, families with children throwing frisbees to their dogs, and groups of teenagers being as loud as they usually are and causing stress to everyone around them. My eyes scanned the space around me, looking for a decent open spot to sit down - meanwhile, Kenny just kept walking like he already knew where he wanted to go, and I absentmindedly followed him.
The realization that we had deviated a little from the main path only comes to me when the sound beneath my feet goes from soft grass to crunching twigs. We were breaching the forest nearby, Kenny bringing me swiftly around the trees like his legs had their positions down pat. I knew for a fact that there was a trail of beaten dirt through this same forest for those who wished to take a stroll in it, but we weren’t following that path. As I shoot an inquisitive glance and a frown towards my new friend, he just smiles, acknowledging my confusion but not missing pace over it.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, I have the perfect spot,” He turned to me, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. “Unless you wanna go back and we can go sit next to those highschoolers with the speakers blasting 6ix9ine.”
I shook my head quickly and emphatically, immediately getting a pep in my step. “Oh no, I trust you on this one.”
Our little unexpected promenade didn’t last for much longer. Soon the trees started to spread more distant from each other, and we arrived at a small open area, a random glade I had never seen before. The tree canopies bunched together didn’t create their patchy roof over our heads any longer, so the sun was free to shine and warm up my skin. The branches fallen on the ground were few and far between, and the grass was decently smooth and level, perfect for relaxing on it. No animals were to be seen, probably scattered away much earlier after hearing our noises, but I could hear birds singing in the distance and catch one or two flying high above our heads.
“This is a nice place, Kenny!” I exclaimed, turning to him with a smile. “How much roaming around the forest did you do to find it?”
“I guess I’ve known about it for a while. Me and my bros come here all the time to have a smo- Think. We come here to think.” I laughed after hearing Kenny immediately try to correct himself, his sudden interest in a tiny pebble on the grass not going unnoticed either.
“You don’t have to hide it from me, I’m not a prude.” I shrugged. “Think anyone else might get the same idea today?”
“Nah, I don’t think so. And if they do, trust me, they’re gonna leave.”
Deciding once again to not question Kenny’s words or his methods, I opened up the basket in my arm and picked up a yellow and white checkered picnic blanket, opening it up and stretching it over the grass. My unexpected companion immediately started to help me spread the contents of the basket neatly on top of it, making all our food options easily visible.
And there were many of them. I had been quite proud of myself beforehand for managing to prepare a decent amount of stuff for my date, but it dawned on me that if I hadn’t had Kenny by my side it would have taken me a couple of days to get through it all on my own at home. Me and my improbable new friend talked a bunch more while we made quick work of the small club sandwiches, homemade chicken pie, carrot cake, some assorted snacks and drinks from the grocery store, and…
“Chocolate-covered strawberries? Seriously?” Kenny held up the small red box, shaking it slightly. “The big expensive ones too. You really went all out for this.”
“Hey, I forgot I had that! These are the best!” I let out a small squeal of surprise, the memory of having picked up the sweet treat earlier at the candy store having gotten lost in my head over all the stress I went through. I reach my arm towards Kenny, the tiny box too far away for me to get to it naturally. ”Can you pass me one, please?”
After I finished my request, my ears picked up some particularly close chirping, and I quickly turned my head around to look for any sign of a small bird that could be producing it, my hand still extended towards Kenny with my fingers wiggling as I waited for him to give me one of the sweet treats. I heard the characteristic noise of the box being opened, and something being shuffled inside of it, but nothing ever made its way to me. When I turned to see what was taking Kenny so long, I realized why - Kenny was staying put with one of the strawberries held between his teeth with half of it sticking out of his mouth. He couldn’t speak, but his eyes held the message of what he wanted me to do next.
I had to admit, I considered it for a brief moment. It was a simple act of play, but so sensual as well - I hadn’t been able to do this kind of silly stuff in quite a while, and it ignited something in me that had been dormant for a while now. I felt wanted. However, my moral compass was still blaring its sirens loudly in my brain, and I didn’t want to lead my whole life astray just because one guy I just met was giving me all the attention I needed. “Oh, come on, give me that!” I feigned annoyance and reached over to try and pick the fruit out from between Kenny’s teeth, but he quickly just gets all of it inside of his mouth and starts chewing.
“Had to at least try.” He chuckled, with his mouth still full, before picking out another strawberry from the box and handing it over to me properly this time.
“Do you try this with every girl who offers you food?” I inquired with irony in my voice as I plucked the small leaves off the top of the fruit, “The whole loverboy act?”
He swallows before answering this time. “Only when they’re as cute as you are,” He replied, “Which means I’ve never done it before in my entire life.”
If my eyes could roll back further into my head, they’d dislodge from it. “Like I said, Kenny, you’re full of shit,” I retorted right before popping the whole strawberry in my mouth, closing my eyes to savor its taste. My next words came slightly messed up, as I spoke with my mouth full, covering it with my hand. “I bet the girls are all over you with that.”
While I chewed on the fruit, Kenny stayed totally silent, his eyes scanning the plaid pattern of the picnic blanket under him. “What if it’s not an act, though?”
The sudden seriousness in his tone made my eyes shoot open immediately, and I flinched a bit, a frown creasing my forehead.
Kenny started scooting closer and wrapped his arms around me, suddenly pulling my body in one quick motion so I was seated between his legs while he hugged me tightly from behind. I tensed up completely in his arms, and didn’t dare make a movement even when his heavy breathing on my shoulder made the fine hairs behind my neck stand up. “Ken… I…” My uttering was almost non-audible, voice still strained from the surprise.
He grinned against the crook of my neck. “Ken, huh?” Kenny’s murmurs came out slightly muffled by my skin, “I can be that today, if you need me to. Just say it.”
“What are we doing, Ken?” My voice slowly started coming back to me, and I looked down towards the grass, seeing Kenny’s leg stretched right next to mine, barely touching it. He was too close now for me to be able to shake off his advances or pretend they’re just jokes; There was nowhere to go but right through them. “I shouldn’t be here…”
“What you should be is with someone who values you.” He cut my sentence with a firm and decided tone in his voice, getting a tighter hold of me between his arms. “A real man, not that sucker you’re dating right now. Someone who treats you right.”
I wanted to argue with him, ask him who he thinks he is to assume things about a woman he barely knows - but I knew his words to be true, there’s no point I can try to make that will make them not so.
Seeing that I was both not moving from my position and not disputing his claims, my guess is that he had newfound energy to get his point across, because he continued talking. “Do you know what I would do if I had a woman like you by my side, huh?” Kenny rhetorically asked, his voice almost a growl. “I’d wake up at the crack of dawn every day to provide for her. I’d make love to her every single night. I’d be the one planning dates and showing her a good time. I wouldn’t leave you alone to cry in the middle of the fucking street, I’d be too busy making you happy instead.”
“You said ‘you’ right now.” I immediately pointed out, even though it’s unnecessary. “Not ‘her’. ‘You.’”
“And I fucking meant it.”
With that, one of his arms loosened its wrap on my body and reached far for the tiny box containing the chocolate strawberries, and he picked one up in his hands, bringing it close to our faces. This one had a different design from all the others - instead of the usual white chocolate lines over the milk chocolate covering, this one’s got small red hearts as well. It’s more detailed, a tiny touch of romance to what is usually a very sexy treat in nature. Kenny cleaned the leaves out of the strawberry and took a bite out of it, holding the other half close to my lips. My nostrils immediately took in the sweet scent of the fruit, but I didn't open my mouth just yet.
“Look, I won’t force you to do anything you don’t wanna do. But if you let me, I’ll make you feel real good. Promise.” He murmured, digging his left hand’s fingers on the soft side of my belly one last time. The ball was fully on my court, but I could still feel the hints of his desperation for my body as he waited patiently for my answer.
Slowly and nervously, I parted my lips and let Kenny put the small piece of strawberry inside of my mouth himself, hearing him sigh in relief behind me as he did so. Once he withdrew his fingers from my mouth, that’s when I finally bit down on the small treat. This one isn’t as sweet as the others; It might not have been as perfectly ripe, so it had a tiny tinge of sourness mixed up in the fruit’s flavor. The milk chocolate around the fruit almost masked it up completely, though - the whole combination tasted absolutely heavenly, not just for the fruit, but also for the implications of it. I was in deep now.
Kenny almost doesn’t wait for me to swallow what’s in my mouth before turning my face to his and kissing me fiercely, his left hand getting tangled with the hair in the back of my head. I kissed him back with the same amount of fervor almost immediately, and all of my worries over this whole situation dissipated from my head like dry ice; Fuck what needed to happen for us to get to this point, fuck my problems and how I’d sort them out, fuck morals and especially fuck the outside world. This tiny little section of the forest was our own personal bubble, and I’d live in it for as long as I could.
When the tip of Kenny’s tongue brushed my bottom lip and I opened my mouth to grant it access, I realized I hadn’t accounted for one more piercing of his. The tiny little ball sitting in the middle of his tongue didn’t feel as cold as I thought it would, so it was more the sudden change in hardness and texture that threw me off a bit. I kept my cool, though, as I put my hands on both sides of his face and pulled it even closer to mine. I decided to try something out and touched his piercing with the tip of my tongue, flicking it ever so gently - I immediately felt Kenny’s hard-on twitch inside of his pants against my lower back.
As our tongues slid around each other and explored our connected mouths, his right hand slowly made its way up my thigh, sneaking under my clothes, ghosting over my bare pussy. I had been having so much fun with this man today, I’d completely forgotten I wasn’t wearing anything under my dress. Just this slight contact was enough to make my breath hitch and Kenny broke the kiss, his hand freezing in place.
When I opened my eyes, he was unapologetically staring at me. Mouth agape in surprise, pupils wide, it almost seemed like the whole galaxy was behind his eyes with the way they shined. Kenny looked like what someone would if you told them all of their dreams had come true at the same time.
“What a lucky son of a bitch.” He uttered almost non-audibly, the corners of his mouth slowly curving upwards into a delighted smile. For a moment, I wondered if he was talking about my actual partner or about himself. I wasn’t able to ask, though - Kenny’s left hand immediately grabbed my chin and tilted my head up, holding my face, ear and neck in perfect positions for him to start kissing, sucking and biting them voraciously.
The middle and index fingers on his right hand went back to gliding up and down my folds, picking up the building slick from my entrance and spreading it all over before settling over my clit and drawing quick tight circles over the bundle of nerves. Before I knew it, I was putty in Kenny’s hands, squirming and arching my back as much as I could in his grasp, my moans filling his ears and working as fuel for his ministrations.
Eliciting a whine of annoyance from my mouth when he did, Kenny took his hands away from me, not without planting one last wet kiss to my jaw. While I cooled down, steadying my breath, he brought his fingers over to his mouth, sucking on them and licking slowly. Then he sighed. “Fuck, no. This won’t do at all. Need you on my face, baby.”
I didn’t even have time to register what he said or the implications of it before he let go of my body and started moving behind me, stretching his legs under mine. When I quickly turned back to see what was up, he was already fully laid down with his head on the blanket, hands pulling at my thighs like he wanted to bring me closer to his upper body.
“Wait, what?” I tried to get up at my feet, but his pulling made me lose balance and I quickly sat back down as gently as I could, my knees now at both sides of his abdomen.
“Come on, over here,” he called, still trying to drag me over his body towards his face, “Or do you want me to beg? Because I’ll do it.”
Somehow the idea of Kenny begging for something like this made a blush spread quickly across my cheeks and ears, which probably burned bright like a beacon. How to explain to this man that I had never done what he wanted me to do?
My question was answered almost immediately - like everything else in my interactions with Kenny, I didn’t have to tell him, he knew straight away. “That fucking asshole,” he let out a disgruntled huff, rubbing his face with his hand as if completely stressed.
“Excuse me?”
“Your damn boyfriend,” he immediately responded, huffing again as if the mere thought of that man made him angry, “Can’t even eat out his own fucking lady properly.”
“I never said…” Once again with all my damn defenses, but this time it was aimed at myself. I’d feel awkward admitting to Kenny that even though I was fairly experienced, what with the long-term relationship, I still knew very little about my own pleasure.
“It’s written all over your face, baby,” he said, gesturing towards my beet red features, his expression softening. “But it’s alright. You take a seat and enjoy the show. This is my shift.”
He then started playing with the hem of my dress, twirling it between his fingers, waiting for my next move. Slowly, but surely, I started scooting on my knees towards his face, turning my face away as I got closer to his mouth. As I finally got to it, my bare cunt hovering above his face, his arms wrapped around my thighs and started pulling me down as if he wanted me to fall on him - was this guy trying to have his neck broken? To stop him from actually succeeding in this endeavor, I lowered myself steadily to where my folds were touching his lips.
And he got to work right away. His tongue started by licking tentative stripes through my slit, capturing on it my already plentiful arousal - I could hear Kenny’s satisfied groans as he tasted it, but the front of my dress falling over his head shielded me from any facial expressions.
His fingers splayed on the soft flesh of my thigh tightened their grasp as he started licking and sucking faster, and I leaned forward, putting my hands on the floor near Kenny’s head for stability.
“Yes, Ken! More! Aaah!” I called out once his tongue picked up speed, tugging fistfuls of my own picnic blanket as my fingers tried to dig into the floor. Seemingly content with my feedback, he mumbled something against my pussy, as if trying to speak, but the only thing that was definitely caught by my senses were the vibrations against my folds, all the way to my core.
Then and there I realized that Kenny might be an actual genius. Whenever his tongue would lap at my clit, or make its way to fuck my cunt again, I’d feel the tiny piercing on top of it - and it increased my pleasure tenfold. The extra stimulation of the hard metal ball with his soft tongue had me seeing blank before my eyes with every quick successive movement, and he knew it too, because I could hear him groan as he’d purposefully lap and flick and curl with his tongue mercilessly.
Before I could catch myself, I was rocking my hips against Kenny’s face, trying to get more contact, more of anything he could give me. His jaw and tongue followed my movements perfectly, like he was well prepared for this exact reaction. My thighs were quivering from the pleasure he was giving me as well as the strain of the position while I tried not to completely fall on his mouth. It didn’t take much long for me to figuratively do exactly that, though; With a loud cry that probably scared every single animal in a radius across the forest, I came on his mouth, my hands grabbing a fistful of the grass under them while I rocked shamelessly against Kenny’s face, riding it through my release. I could feel his nails digging at the flesh of my ass, but he never made a movement to pull me away, eating me up like a man starved.
Once I started coming to my senses again and brought back enough strength to my thighs, I lifted myself up away from Kenny’s face slowly and hiked up the front of my dress, looking down to be able to see his face at that moment. He looked back at me through half-lidded eyes, his cheeks and nose sporting a reddish flush that definitely didn’t exist before. My juices are splattered all around his mouth and he has this massive stupid grin on his face, showing almost all of his teeth.
“Gorgeous.” He uttered once he saw me staring back, his voice raspy and lazy. I merely chuckled, going backwards on my knees until I was close to his hips, where I finally settled, lowering myself back down to sit right on top of the generous tent formed in his pants.
Kenny lifted his upper body up on his elbows once he felt me positioned against his still clothed cock. “Oh, aren’t we eager now?” He teased, patting the ground next to him. “Lay down here, baby. Let me sort that out for you.”
I shook my head with a smirk. “I don’t think I will. This is my shift now.”
His eyes widened, astounded, as I put both my hands on his chest and pushed him back down with full force of my arms. His head was still lifted as his back hit the ground, and I made sure to maintain our gazes connected as my hands drifted to his pants, unbuckling and unzipping them with dexterity.
“Are you sure?” Kenny inquired, his eyebrows arched, but I was positive I could see the faintest hint of a smile on the corners of his lips. “I mean, I’m all for it, but aren’t you tired?”
“I’m fine. I wanna do this.” I tug down his pants and boxers just enough to free his cock, rolling my hips a couple times over it just to see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. “Besides, it’s good thigh workout.”
“Not that you need it.” Kenny’s hands ran over my legs, giving my thighs a light squeeze. Once he saw my hand going towards his dick again as I prepared to take him inside of me, however, his grip released and his arm reached over somewhere. “Wait, wait, wait! Time out!”
I glanced confused to the side and saw Kenny dragging closer to us his parka, which had long been discarded to one end of our blanket, and he stuffed his hand inside of one of the pockets. “What is it?” I tried to ask, but he just rummaged around in it for two or three seconds more before bringing out a blue foil package.
So that’s why he needed to bring the damn jacket. “Someone’s well prepared.”
“I mean… Better be safe than sorry.” Kenny replied, handing me the tiny square. “Come on, I was about to hang out alone with the hottest chick in town. A guy can dream, you know?”
I twisted the wrapping between my fingers, analyzing the information in it. Average size - though that tells me next to nothing about what I’m really working with - and of the ‘Ultra Thin’ variety. This fucking guy. “You’re clean, right?”
“Oh yeah, absolutely!” He answered at record speed, nodding for extra emphasis. “But I mean… It’s for your best, right?”
I placed the condom right back on top of his parka. “I’m on the pill,” I reassured him as his face sported a totally confused expression, “So, if you’ll let me… I want to feel you, Ken. Really feel you.”
He swallowed hard again, his dick twitching with more precum leaking out of the tip as he took in my words. Still pleasantly surprised by my decision, he slowly nodded, closing his eyes and seemingly letting himself relax - though I could almost see all the little cogs in his brain moving wildly with all the lewd thoughts he had of me, and it made for great fuel to my ego.
My hand wrapped around Kenny’s cock again and I lifted my hips up to get in perfect position on top of it, moving the tip around my entrance teasingly, spreading his pre over it and getting it mixed with my own slick. When I finally slipped about an inch fully inside and my cunt gave one small initial clench around it, Kenny’s eyes shot open and he grabbed my thighs again, like he was fighting the temptation of pulling me down immediately.
“Tight… So fucking tight…” He grunted between gritted teeth, his dick twitching once again. His words like fire on my lower abdomen, I steadied myself over him before slamming my hips fully down and burying him to the hilt in one motion, both of us letting out loud groans as he stretched my walls with little preparation. Kenny’s nails dug at my thighs with this, leaving the tiniest crescent marks on them.
After a few seconds to adjust to his size - the longest seconds of my life - I lifted myself up agonizingly slowly before sinking back down again, trying to keep a slow and teasing pace, but failing miserably as I quickly began picking up speed and riding him in earnest. His enthusiasm matched mine, his hands on my thighs moving to my ass, feeling every jiggle and bounce of my flesh.
And that wasn’t the only thing of mine that bounced that he seemed interested in. Now that Kenny’s eyes were open, he basically zeroed in on the movement of my breasts, pupils glazed over with hunger. Determined to give him the show he was so interested in, I quickly removed the straps of my sundress from my shoulders and pulled down the neckline, so that my tits were on full display for him. That same stupid grin he had exhibited earlier showed up yet again.
“Mmmm… Like what you see, Ken?” I teased, brushing a wild strand of hair off his face with one of my hands, my soft touch lingering.
“Fuck yes,” one of his hands left my behind to knead at one of the perky mounds, “You’re perfect. Your boyfriend is a fucking-” I silenced him immediately with a particularly hard crash of my cunt on him. I needed not hear further from his mouth except for grunts or praise.
With every roll of my hips and slap of my skin against his, I wondered more why I took so long to surrender to him. My decision to let him hit it raw might have been irrational, but I didn’t regret it one single bit; He filled me up so perfectly, his length like the perfect massager to my inner walls, bringing me bliss like I hadn’t felt in quite a while. My hands grabbed and tugged at his shirt while I moaned with the full force of my throat, throwing my head back as his cock hit that sweet spot inside of me with every movement I made.
“Ken… Ken… Aaaah…” His nickname left my mouth like the chorus of an earworm song, ever present, the only thing I could think about in life. And I continued to say it over and over, making sure that it would permanently stick to his brain as well, my voice his only true companion even with the deafening music of the club he worked nights at.
“Hell yeah, baby,” he groaned between gritted teeth, “Let it out… You keep saying my name like that and I’m gonna lose my fucking mind here…”
Even if he said it like something that was yet to happen, lowering my gaze to Kenny’s face told me that he was already absolutely going through it. His eyes were tight shut and his eyebrows were furrowed, almost in a manner of deep concentration; He was trying his hardest to not finish before I did, and it was awkwardly endearing.
The pace of my hips slowed briefly as I lowered my upper body down towards Kenny’s chest, keeping balance by holding myself on my elbows bent to the sides of him. Once he’s not as overwhelmed with pleasure and felt the tip of my nose ghosting against his, he dared open his eyes to meet my caring gaze and soft smile. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and lifted his head from the ground just barely, his lips chasing mine, yearning for their velvety touch - which I granted them gladly, taking him in a luscious kiss as my hips slowly regained their previous momentum.
“Beautiful… Like a damn angel… Heaven’s got nothing on you…” Kenny whispered against my lips as soon as they parted from his, and those words on his voice made my heart skip a beat yet again - it was like he knew all the buttons to press to make me melt for him, even though we barely knew each other - but I knew that after all this I was definitely keeping him in my personal circle.
Our slight experiment with real affection didn’t last long, though. In my new position, my clit was making contact with Kenny’s skin and being stimulated with every movement I made; Soon I had to take my face away from Kenny’s to bury it in the crook of his neck as I moaned, feeling my orgasm fast approaching again from the combined effort on my pleasure spots.
My thrusts became shorter and even quicker as I felt my muscles tightening again, the upcoming climax threatening to consume me, with my thighs also trembling and burning from the straining ‘workout’. I continued grinding on him with wild abandon until I came on his dick with a shuddering cry of his nickname; the sun in the sky feeling almost cold in comparison to the electric warmth that coursed through every inch of my body, sparks of pleasure jolting through my muscles, making my cunt contract wildly around that man’s dick as if trying to make him a whole part of me.
As a tough roar reached my ears, the motion of my hips was abruptly interrupted by Kenny’s hands grabbing the sides of them and holding me firmly in place; He replaced my movement with his, bucking upwards in an intense burst of stamina as he now allowed himself to chase his own release. Given how long he had been holding back and how quick and powerful each of his thrusts were now, it doesn’t take long to catch up to him - soon his hips jerk up one last time and stay firmly in place, and I feel his cock twitching as it fills me up with jet after jet of his warm seed.
He stayed put like this for a while, with his hips raised to meet mine, the sounds of our heavy breathing the only thing audible in the little clearing at that moment. When I decided to make the first move and get up, Kenny’s softening dick sliding off of me and allowing his cum to start dripping down my legs, his arms fell to his side and he stretched his legs, letting out a deep sigh of contentment.
“Someone’s happy,” I commented with a smile as I laid down beside him, watching the sunlight hit his golden hair just right.
“Ya think?” Kenny responded with a rough chuckle, immediately wrapping his arm around me and pulling me closer so I’m resting on his chest with my legs draped over his. “Damn, baby… I’m never letting you go now.”
Coming down from my high, I expected all of the usual occurrences associated with descriptions of cheating you see in fiction to wash over me: Regret, sadness, anger at myself - or, if I was a narcissist, at this man for indulging me -, despair, maybe I’d even start running some excuses in my head. Absolutely none of these thoughts came to pass. Instead, as I laid on top of the picnic blanket soaking in the warm sun with a peaceful Kenny lazily petting my hair, I felt a sense of absolute bliss; After so many things that seemed wrong in my life for the past two years, I was finally having a moment where I’m certain something is right, and the definitive decision was made in my heart to never let it be otherwise again.
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We unfortunately didn’t make it back to the restaurant before Kenny’s lunch break ended, which meant he’d probably get a scolding from his manager for being unpunctual. When I apologized for making him late, though, he didn’t seem the slightest bit worried about it - his boyish grin stayed on his face the whole time, and he was actually acting more mad about having to leave me and go back to waiting tables.
He did bring me inside of the restaurant through a door in the back and led me to the employee’s break room, where one of his colleagues had a charger I could borrow. I used it just enough to be able to call an Uber and have battery for the ride home, not wanting to overstay my welcome when Kenny was already on thin ice because of our escapade. Before I left, though, he still made sure to put his number on my contact list, under the pretext of ‘me sending him an album I mentioned earlier that he might like’; However, as he winked and blew me a kiss before being called over by one of the cooks to pick up an order that was ready, I knew music would not be one of our top 10 subjects in conversation.
Only two text messages were sent from my phone that night. One very long paragraph to my now ex-boyfriend, listing all the problems I had with our relationship with several examples and telling him to disappear from my life before blocking his number - not wanting to give him even the slightest chance to manipulate me - and deleting it for good. Another much shorter message, to a contact just named ‘🧡’, containing detailed information about my favorite drink in the whole world and telling him to have it ready by 10pm.
Tw: Temporary Character Death, blood & injury, grief / mourning, emotional distress, crying, panic symptoms, gaslighting / memory loss themes, reality confusion, kissing (with tongue), emotional + physical intimacy (non-explicit), mild language / swearing, superhero-themed violence, resurrection themes, feeling isolated / not being believed
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Summary: She joined the superhero team just to be near Kenny. When he died on a mission, no one remembered, except her. Grief-stricken and alone, she starts to question reality… until he shows up at her window. Alive. And the fact that she remembered? It changes everything.
A/N: I’m so sorry how long this took to make, writers block hit me like a truck so I literally stayed up all night and wrote the rest of it. I also lost the request so I had to tag who requested it. Anyways enjoy!!
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Maybe this was stupid. Maybe joining a team of high school superheroes was the worst idea she'd ever had.
Because now, she was out on the dimly lit streets, fighting this villain, around their age, with tin foil on his head, and he looked an awful lot like Butters Stotch from their class..
She didn't know whether to laugh or cry. They were all dressed up in costumes, like little kids, or small children on Halloween who go into a corn maze. But now they were fighting for bloodshed and the future of their small town in Colorado?
Bewildering.
Originally, she had joined to get closer to Kenny. She had always felt inspired by him. Walking around the school halls with an air of confidence that can only be mustered up by some who didn't care what other people thought.
He completely contrasts with her own personality, it drew her to him, and the fact that they’re opposites made her completely infatuated with him. But that’s what they say about opposites. They attract.
She started staring at him. The small tufts of golden hair hidden under his hood peeked out in the street light. The way his pretty blue eyes focused and filled with concentration. Every move he made was swift, yet calculated.
How he carefully dodged attacks and repelled them back with just as much force. How, despite the dim lighting, he could still see every hit effortlessly. How he—
Suddenly a burst of light erupted in front of her, traveling towards her quicker than she could even blink. It knocked the wind out of her, sending her flying across the so-called ‘battle ground’.
She screwed her eyes tight shut, bracing herself for the impact, but she didn't hit the floor.
Another force, just as quick, just as powerful, engulfed her into its arms. Strong and certain. Sturdy and careful.
Her eyes fluttered and she looked up gently, to be met with those blue eyes that entranced her so much.
His arm gently linked underneath the back of her knees while his other arm supported her back. She gently turned her head up towards her, and blinked up at him, her eyes recovering from the sharp light.
Her face immediately started to flush, heat rising to her cheeks as he looked down at her, intently focusing on her face. Checking her over silently for any injuries, his face etched with concern and worry.
“Oh!” She gently rolled herself out of his arms, hitting the ground with a small thump.
He winced and offered his gloved hand to her, but she had already stood up, embarrassed.
“You alright?”
His voice was low, steady, and so close it made her heart leap into her throat.
She nodded too quickly. “Y-Yeah. Fine. Just… wasn’t expecting knocked out by a beam of light just now..”
Mysterion blinked, then smiled slightly. Just a small curve of his mouth. Not smug, not cocky. Just… warm.
“You gotta watch out for Professor Chaos,” he said, glancing toward the street where that blonde-little-suspiciously-familiar-Butters-Stotch-villian was currently making a run for it, yelling about vengeance.
“He’s unpredictable,” Kenny added. “Like most dangerous villains,” He says in his gravely low tone.
It sounds exaggerated. A dangerous villain? With tinfoil on his head? It was laughable. But, he did just knock her down a good 12 meters, so she isn’t really in the position to be judging that..
She let out a nervous laugh, brushing dirt off her knees, heart still pounding. “Thanks, by the way. For catching me.”
He looked at her, serious again. “Don’t mention it.”
The way he said it, quiet, but with that same fierce tone he used when he was shielding a civilian or blocking an attack, it made her throat tighten.
He paused.
“But next time, keep an eye on the opponent.”
She couldn’t look at him anymore. Her face was too hot.
“Okay,” she whispered, her eyes trained on the ground.
They stood there in silence for a second too long and he gently looked at her, really looked at her. He saw her for who she actually was. Not just this shy anxious girl around other people. That’s why she liked Kenny.
Then the sharp sound of The Coon’s voice barking something over the comms shattered the moment like glass.
That was the beginning. She kept having little moments like that with Kenny. Little moments, where they’d stare into each other's eyes a little too long.
A shared glance across the battlefield. A quiet “You okay..??” muttered just for her ears. The way he’d nudge her arm with his when no one was looking, like his own subtle version of comfort.
She never got the courage to tell him how she felt. Not really. But sometimes, she wondered if he already knew.
And then came the mission.
The one where Southpark’s Symbol Of Freedom, didn’t get back up.
Around midnight. They were way in over their heads about the mission. It was meant to be quick. In and out. But when you’re fighting the town’s crime all day, you start to get tired. You get sloppy. Slow. Careless.
You start to forget things. You get messy with dodging attacks. You aren't careful. You aren't swift. You aren't flawless. You’re tired.
It was meant to be a quick heist. In and out. Is what she keeps telling herself. She repeats it in her head like a mantra. In and out. But she didn't know if she meant the mission, or if she was reminding herself to breathe.
It’s like the world was drained of sound. There was a faint “It killed Kenny!” Followed by a, “You bastard!” But she could only hear the strong pulsing of her heartbeat in her head.
As blood seeped from under Kenny’s superhero costume, she dropped to her knees next to him. Gently touching his shoulders and shaking him slowly as if it would help him regain consciousness. “K-Kenny—“ She started. She was sniffling but she didn’t wipe her nose, her shaking hands were on Kenny’s shoulders holding onto him, as if it was the only thing that could ground her.
“—please wake up..” she continued, tears freely pouring so much she could barely see, but still her eyes never left his face.
She looked towards the other boys for help, who seemed to be leaving. She quickly shot up and ran to the other boys, moving away from Kenny’s lifeless body.
“W-What— Why are you leaving?!” She exclaimed hurriedly in panic, unable to stand still.
The boys all exchanged looks, like she was delirious. Then The Coon gave her a weird stare. “Huh?”
“Kenny’s dead and—“She rushes to get all her words out at once and Human Kite cuts her off.
He blinked at her. “He’s not dead..?”
She felt frustrated. Her heart was pounding in her chest as her pulse thudded through her brain, flooding her ears.
They didn't believe her. He was right there. Kenny’s dead corpse was 4 feet away from them lying amongst the grime, rubble, and thick-enough-to-choke-on fog.
She turned to look at him. “But he's right ther—”
She pauses.
Kenny wasn't right there.
He was gone.
Panic arises to the surface of her beating heart again and she looks back to where he lay just a minute ago.
“But—”
The Coon rolls his eyes mum mumbling something about her being crazy. She snaps her head back forward but Human Kite and Toolshed just give her a sympathetic look.
Her cheeks grew hot again, as if the universe made her out to be a liar.
“Less than 2 minutes ago! He was lying there—bleeding out!” She forcefully gestures to the spot behind her exasperatedly.
She points at Toolshed frantically. “And you! You said; ‘They killed Kenny!’” She recalled moving to Human Kite. “And you shouted back; ‘You bastard!’” she recited urgently, searching they're eyes for any spark of recognition, to no avail.
“I think the fog is getting to your head.” The Coon suddenly pipes up, looking moderate about the whole situation. Like he'd rather be sleeping than worrying about a claim that his friend just died.
Her eyes started stinging again, her vision going blurry again. “W-Well—Where is he then? How do you explain that?” She sniffles as tears quickly begin rolling down her cheeks.
“He’s in bed asleep. Where you should probably be! Acting like a lunatic…” The Coon concludes, giving his annoying little smirk and shrug.
Maybe she was tired. But she swore she had just seen him. Just held his dying, cold corpse in her shaking arms. She can't have been imagining it. Right?
She slowly starts walking back, shaking her head in disbelief. “Y-You all don't remember..?”
They stare blankly back at her, The Coon looking at her like she’d grown two heads.
She turns around and starts sprinting. Away. She couldn't stand there, where people didn't believe her. Where she'd sure she'd just witnessed Kenny die.
So she went home. The only place she could feel like she wasn't going crazy.
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“Dude, she was like a lunatic.” The Coon began, shaking his head as Kenny furrowed his brow.
They’d made their way to Kenny’s house to pick him up for a new mission. They negotiated whether to invite her or not.
They decided against the idea, Toolshed and Human Kite more concerned for her well-being, and The Coon more concerned if she'd mess the mission up for them.
“Why? What was she saying?..” Kenny asked, quietly intrigued buy playing it off as blatant curiosity.
“She was saying you died and stuff..” The Coon shrugged, mumbling about Kenny having no food in his fridge. “It was so weird.”
Human Kite nodded slowly. “It was a little off..maybe she’s just tired though? It is late..”
Toolshed nodded and added. “Yeah. She was talking about Kyle calling someone a bastard and I said they killed you, or something like that..”
His eyes widened as The Coon guided him to the torn-up couch. “Just relax dude. We leave in ten.” He shrugs, continuing to dig through Kenny’s empty fridge.
Relax. But how could he relax? His mind was racing. Moving faster than he could. Because she remembered. It silenced him. It had made him go quiet.
Really quiet.
He sat on the torn couch in his living room, barely hearing the others argue about snacks and mission prep. His hood was still up, casting a shadow over his eyes, but inside, his mind wasn’t stopping.
She said he’d died.
She remembered.
No one ever remembered. That was the curse. Every time he came back, the world reset like it had never happened. Like he hadn’t suffered. Like no one cared.
But she remembered.
The thought hit him in the chest like a ton of bricks. His heart started thudding faster, a little uneven.
He didn’t know whether to be terrified or… something else. Hopeful? Exposed?
“I gotta go,” he said suddenly, standing up.
The Coon looked up from the fridge. “Dude, what the hell? We leave in ten.”
Kenny was already heading to the door, grabbing his gloves.
“Just… cover for me. I’ll be back.”
“Where are you even—”
Slam.
He didn’t answer. He was already sprinting down the block, mind full of her, of her remembering, of the way she’d looked at him like she’d lost the only thing that ever mattered.
He scales up to her bedroom window. Tapping it softly, enough to catch her attention.
She was curled up on her bed, crying into her pillow because Kenny had just died, and no one cared.
And on impulse, her head gently turned towards the door and suddenly her eyes widened at the crouched boy on the outside of her windowsill.
She stared at him as if she had just seen a ghost, because she watched him die.
So he wasn't quite alive, but he wasn't quite dead either.
She wipes her tears gently with back of her hand as more ran down her face again, slower than before as she opens her window, yet he stays perched on the ledge.
“K-Kenny, I—” she began, a small sniffles dscales her nose as she wiped it gently with the back of her index finger. “—Thought you died..”
His hand hovered in the space between them, caught somewhere between instinct and doubt. The leather of his glove creaked softly as his fingers flexed, unsure. Maybe he shouldn’t touch her. Maybe it would scare her, push her further into the disbelief he already saw flickering behind her eyes.
But then he saw it, that single tear slipping down her cheek, carving a silent path down the curve of her face.
He moved without thinking.
Gently, like he was afraid she’d shatter beneath his fingertips, he reached out and cupped her cheek in his gloved hand. The leather was worn and soft from too many missions and too many nights crawling through rooftops, and though it lacked the warmth of bare skin, the gesture itself radiated something deeper. Something steady.
His thumb moved slowly, deliberately, brushing upward against the wet track, wiping the tear and its remnants away. It was careful, feather-light even through the glove—like he was trying to erase the pain without smudging the fragility of the moment.
The coolness of the glove against her flushed skin sent a shiver down her spine, not from cold, but from the intimacy of it. It wasn’t the softness of skin on skin, but it was him. His hand. His touch. His attention.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes locked on hers, and the world around them faded into a soft blur.
“Nope..I died but, not for long..”
His voice was quiet, raw—almost apologetic. Like he was trying to soften the impossible. But to her, it didn’t matter how he came back. Only that he did. Only that he was here, now, kneeling in front of her, alive and breathing, and looking at her like she was the only thing tethering him to this world.
She stared at him, her throat tight, heart caught in her ribs. A thousand words clawed at the back of her mouth but never made it out. Instead, tears welled in her eyes again—silent and shimmering, filled with everything she’d held back since he disappeared.
And then he leaned in.
So slowly it was barely noticeable at first. Just the smallest shift in space. A breath closing the distance. A shared heartbeat between them.
His forehead brushed hers first—his gloved hand still cradling her cheek, his other now resting gently at her waist, grounding her, steadying her. She exhaled shakily, lips parting in the softest gasp, her hands twitching uselessly by her sides. She wanted to reach for him. She wanted to fall into him.
Then, finally, his lips met hers.
It was soft at first. Feather-light. Almost like a question.
But she answered without hesitation, surging forward and kissing him back, her fingers fisting gently into the front of his Mysterion costume. The kiss deepened instantly, fueled by everything they hadn’t said, by all the grief, the longing, the relief.
His lips were warm, slightly chapped, and tasted like the cold night air. Hers were trembling, full of emotion, full of everything she’d tried to keep buried. The kiss turned fuller, more desperate, more real. His mouth opened against hers and she followed without even thinking, parting her lips for him, inviting him in.
When their tongues met, it wasn’t messy or rushed, it was slow, purposeful. A gentle exploration. His tongue slid softly against hers, coaxing, soothing, savoring. It sent heat pooling in her chest and left her gasping softly into him, her entire body tingling from the sensation.
He kissed like he was terrified this moment might vanish if he didn’t memorize the shape of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the way she tasted like sorrow and hope and everything he thought he lost.
His fingers tightened slightly at her waist, pulling her closer. Her body pressed against his, and it was only then she realized just how much she had missed him. How much she had needed this. Needed him.
The kiss slowed but never stopped, turning tender again—less fire, more ache. His lips moved over hers with aching gentleness, like he was trying to apologize, like he was trying to say thank you, like he was trying to pour all the words he didn’t know how to say into the spaces between their mouths.
When he finally pulled back, barely an inch, their breath tangled together in the tiny space left between them. Her eyes were glazed, her lips kissed-red and parted, her body warm and trembling. He stayed close, his forehead still resting against hers, his hand still holding her cheek like she was made of glass.
“You remembered me,” he whispered, his voice cracking.
She slowly nodded, barely managing a whisper of her own.“Always.”
And finally I’ve saved the best for last. The final alternate ending of my Just Dance (South Park X Reader) with the one and only Kenny McCormick!!! I specifically saved him for last because like Kyle, he’s the other boy of the main 4 that I have a bias towards~ ♪♪♪☆（＾∇＾）
(Note: I think of all the alternate endings I’ve done, this is probably the most hottest one I’ve written so far. I’m so obsessed with the way people write him as this sly silent confident guy who knows exactly what to say to make a person fall head over heels. Man’s been through hell and back (literally) so him being like this got me folding like a lawn chair. The way a lot of you guys write Kenny have me melting and blushing like crazy (>///////<)
(Think of this as a sort of grasping of how this blonde bombshell has been written while also adding in my own touches like unexpected talent and stuff like that hehe~)
(I guess in a way the saying “Blondes do it better” applies to Kenny in this case XDDD)
Alternate Endings:
Eric Cartman
Kyle Broflovski
Stan Marsh
Just Dance (South Park Main 4 x F! Reader) - And the winner is…Kenny!!! (Extreme 🌶️ )
🚨**All Characters mentioned here are 18+**🚨
Plot: After the dance challenge, Kenny wins the highest score. What will occur from the duet and 7 minutes in heaven date, only one way to find out…
As the New Kid, you barely talk like in both SOT and TFBW, but you do express emotions.
You do speak sometimes but not often.
Warnings: Kenny has a small outburst, Kenny also being a huge flirt, romantic words dripping like honey, sexual tension, way more intimate dancing compared to the others especially Kyle, heavy make out sessions, SMUT
🌶️Smut Warnings: heavy kissing, heavy petting, dry humping, Kenny going feral over reader’s chest, hair pulling, hickeys, clothed breastplay, Kenny cops a feel iykwim, heavily implied that we get nasty in Eric’s closet, basically this fic is the most naughtiest of the bunch because well its Kenny motherfkin McCormick lol
And the winner is…Kenny! (Kenny x Reader)
Y/N POV
Once Stan had returned to the group, I sat on the couch while seated next to Kyle and Kenny. Eric was off to the side as we all stared at the TV screen to compare each of the boys’ scores. The process went on for a painstaking few seconds before the final results appeared on the screen.
“Hah, I knew it.” Kenny chuckled, smirking at his confirmation that he got the highest score.
“Oh my god! Kenny got first place?!” Stan was in a bit of disbelief though he sort of knew that he wasn’t going to win since the blonde had gone the extreme route with his choice.
“Gotta give it to you, Kenny! You really outdid us with your performance.” Kyle had to humble himself despite his disappointment that he didn’t win.
“Oh shut up Kyle! You got second place! Why the fuck am I in last place?!!!” Eric whined at his placement on the scoreboard.
“Well probably because your dancing was so stupid that the TV couldn’t even catch most of it, fatass!!” The redhead was quick to retort the brunette.
“Regardless of it all, congrats Kenny! You won the challenge!” Stan said, giving the blonde a small round of applause.
I smiled and patted Kenny on the shoulder, giving him a sweet smile.
“Yeah, congrats to you Ken. You really outdid yourself in this challenge.” I told him. He looked at me with a confident smile, with a hint of mischief shining in his lavender-cerulean eyes.
“So since I won…you know what that means right, baby?” He purred low so that only I could hear him. I stared back at him, trying to think of what he’s suggesting but too distracted by how close we were.
“Wait guys! Before the 7 minutes you gotta do a duet dance!” Stan reminded us, coming over to take us out of our haze. Kenny sighed, having totally forgotten about that part of the victory lap.
“Ah shit, sorry. But uhh hey do you mind if I choose the song me and Y/N dance to?” The blonde asked the group. The other boys looked at each other before looking at him.
“Why do you ask that?” Kyle was the first to speak up.
“Well cuz I don’t trust any of you on picking a song for me.” Kenny told them bluntly.
“And what song do you have in mind?” Stan asked.
“Oh I got a song…” Kenny went to the dvd, picking out Just Dance 2015 and popping in the dvd. After the game got set up, he quickly scrolled to the song of his choice.
“This one. Bailando by Enrique Iglesias.” He pointed to it, clearly showing his want to dance to this song with me.
“Kenny, were you high when we made the rules?! We choose the song because it gives us losers a bit of an opportunity!” Eric furrowed his brows.
“Not this time, Cartman. Not now, I’m dancing to this song and you guys aren’t doing shit about it.” Kenny told off the brunette, getting a bit irritated. It was up to Stan and Kyle to reach a compromise.
”I don’t mind if you want to choose the song Kenny, honestly I don’t know of that many songs that would fit your vibe.” Stan said, to which he got a nod and a smile back from the blonde.
”I’m with Stan on this one. I also can’t really think of a song that would fit as a duet with you and Y/N.” Kyle pitched in. Kenny kept his smile, it was now three to one. Eric was the only one not budging mostly because he was salty that he hit last place.
“Why are you guys sucking his dick? Everyone just suddenly forgot the rules we came up with that made this game interesting in the first place?!” He ranted before Kenny took a threatening step towards him with a daunting look on his face.
“I get it you fucking lost fatass but this is my fucking dance and I get to choose the fucking song!! Go sulk about your loss somewhere else cuz I’m not taking any bullshit from you when I won this fucking thing!!!” He growled as he yanked at Eric’s coat.
“Okay okay!!! Damn Kenny, chill out!! You can dance to that song!! You win!!!” The brunette raised his arms in defeat as Kenny promptly let him back on the couch before collecting himself after losing his cool in front of me.
He sighed as he turned to me, his face immediately lighting up at seeing me waiting for him.
“Sorry you had to see that, sweetheart. Wasn’t like me to do that but I really wanna do this dance with you…that okay with you?” Kenny asked, looking into my eyes for an answer. I stared back into his lavender ones and gave him a smile and a nod. He smiled back, not with coyness but with a genuine expression.
“That’s good to hear. Alright, let’s set this up and get to it.” Kenny told me as he selected the song. We chose our characters before I hit play for the both of us.
As the dance began, I began to immediately catch on as to why Kenny wanted to do this song so badly. Not only did he want to show off his dancing to me as we both shared the floor, but the moves itself were very touchy and intimate. To say I wasn’t flustered throughout the sequence was an understatement. It was quite obvious that Kenny knew what he was doing when he demanded to do this song.
The looks we shared, our hands touching, him going behind me and feeling his body heat, he was making this dance feel very exhilarating with just his presence. As soon as the beat dropped, we got into our singular dance routines. Of course, he kept surprising me with just how he can go from intense to smooth and seductive no matter the flow of the music.
Soon we held hands as we got next to each other side by side, he looked me in the eyes as he lowered me down a bit while I extended a leg. There was a cunning look in those lavender eyes that was making me more enchanted in whatever spell he put on me.
“Oh so now I see why Kenny wanted to do this song so badly.” Stan murmured under his breath to Kyle.
“Yeah I see it now…” The redhead replied, feeling envious at the blonde relishing in seducing me with his dancing. Eric just sighed and rolled his eyes, still bitter that he got last place.
I got into my own dance before me and Kenny walked in a circle and looked into each other's eyes as we did so. He kept a sweet but devious smirk on me, especially when I had to get up close and caress his face. There was a rush in the air and it was about to turn up the heat.
As we made it to the chorus, we danced nearly flawlessly, me going in front of him before switching spots and mimicking the dance on the screen. We followed each motion before I felt him behind me once more. His hand made its way to my waist as I held onto his other hand, us looking at each other as we did these motions. My heart was racing at just how this dance was making me feel. I could feel his heat pressed on my back and as I stared into his eyes I swore I saw him wink at me before we went into the second verse.
Behind us, it was clear that Kyle, Stan, and Eric had some tinge of envy in them in watching the display. Whether it was Kyle growing more jealous of Kenny, Stan lowkey doing the same, or Eric envious that his friend could dance as well as he is doing now.
“Well now I definitely understand why Kenny wanted this song. It’s literally sex as a dance!! You’re such a fucking tramp, dude you know that?!” Eric shouted out, trying to taunt the blonde.
“Fuck off, dude.” Kenny mouthed out before continuing to make me even more flustered. We continued the dance, an obvious tension was brewing in the air. Every touch felt more electrifying than the last. I could hear his breathing as we made it towards the end of the song. He went up behind me again as we did the final move, hand on my waist while I held the other. We looked into each other’s eyes again, practically in a haze as I felt his hot breath on my cheek.
Kenny then spun me around a bit before dipping me, holding my waist with one hand as I held his face with the other. The song ended just like that as we stayed there for a few minutes, not sure which of us should move first. Slowly, the blonde lifted me up as he held me in his arms. I looked up at him, breathing a bit from the routine. There was a shared look and silent words exchanged between each other before Kenny leaned into my ear.
“You danced like a professional, senorita.” He lulled with a drawl. If there was a moment where I would faint, this might’ve been it. I tried to stay afloat as I held myself steady on him.
“Well, you danced amazing too, Kenny. It was an honor to share the floor with a master like yourself.” I tried to flirt back at him the best I could. He chuckled lowly, giving me a smirk.
“Shall we go do them 7 minutes now, sweetheart?” He asked to which I eagerly nodded. Without waiting for any words from the other three, not that we cared since we were in our own world, Kenny took my hand and rushed me up the stairs. We ran to Eric’s room before he shut the door. Without wasting much time he picked me up by the waist as I latched my arms and legs around him while he carried me.
Hot damn, not only was he a good dancer, but quite strong despite being one of the skinnier and leaner of the boys?! I couldn’t wait to see what other surprises he has to offer.
Kenny carried me over to the closet as he opened the door with one arm, entering it while holding me up, and closing it shut. After everything was set, he sat down and placed me on his lap, immediately getting handsy like he was waiting for this moment all night long. I couldn’t help but melt into his touch, having a crush on someone like him made it feel like I was going to just be one of many. However, with the desperation in his actions, it seemed like he was also just as down bad for me as I am for him.
The blonde hummed into my neck while I held myself steady on his shoulders. He then lifted himself up to get a good look at me in the darkness, our faces close in proximity to each other. He gave another deep chuckle and a sweet smirk.
”You know, my sister Karen was right about you when you first met her.” He whispered while his lavender eyes stared into mine, our foreheads touching.
“That you thought I was cute? Heh, thought that was just you acting like a princess while I was like a valiant prince.” I whispered back at him. He chuckled, his hands running up and down my back and sliding to my waist and hips.
“Both as a princess and as me, sugar. But, hehe you really are a cutie. It was hard not to break character as Mysterion too.” Kenny admitted, smiling with his toothy grin as my face flushed red at his compliments.
“I’ve always loved the duality of your characters. Princess Kenny was so magical and beautiful and Mysterion was so mysterious and attractive in his own way…” I flirted back, a hand sliding to his cheek which he eagerly leaned in and kissed at my palm while keeping his eyes on me.
“You say that about them, but what about me? The one and only Kenny McCormick? How about me, baby?” He purred low with that same drawl that’s been driving me wild ever since he started using it. I held his chest to feel his racing heartbeat, looking into his eyes as I felt his breath ghost over my lips.
”Of course, of all the alter egoes you have, the real Kenny is definitely my favorite~” I held his face as I stared into his lavender orbs. He smiled, pulling me in closer so that our lips were millimeters apart. Only one small push and the dam would break and flood over.
“Damn, Y/N. You’re so fucking cute. I could just kiss you now…” Kenny slurred deeply, and after a beat of silence, the sand castle of tension had crumbled as his lips crashed onto mine. There was no need for a buildup, it was already occurring and each kiss was turning the heat up with no end in sight.
As I closed my eyes and let Kenny give me one searing kiss after another, I could hear soft gasps and moans shared between us. He was practically kissing me breathless, his lips had an aftertaste of honey and sugar. It felt like an addiction, every time we closed the distance I wanted more. With every wet sound of our lips connecting, I needed more.
Kenny had pulled me closer into him, so that I was still on his lap, but I was already beginning to feel the tent staking beneath his pants. My body couldn’t help but have a mind of its own as I slowly rocked my hips over him. In return, the blonde groaned as he dry humped me in return. We stayed like that for a while, making out and grinding on each other, feeling the heat in the compacted space.
His movements were also getting bolder too, hands swiftly going past my hips to my ass to give it a quick squeeze. At the same time he swatted his tongue over my lips, his hands trailing up my body to cop a feel of my tits under my shirt. I gasped at his motions, his tongue finding a home as it danced in a tango with my own.
By now my lips are practically swollen, and each intake of breath was exchanged with hot open mouthed kisses. Our teeth and tongues collided, a bit messy but with all the tension, it was only right for it to burst at this moment.
I held his chest while my hands slid to the back of his neck, playing with and lightly pulling at his blonde locks. I’ve never told Kenny this but I’m sure he knows how I’m absolutely obsessed with his mulleted dirty blonde hair. Everything about this guy had attracted me, his appearance, his dual personality, his unexpected talent, I was just infatuated with him. Never did I think until today that he had shared those same feelings with me as well.
As I played and tugged at his hair, he pulled away and let out a soft moan before giving me a look that almost immediately made my legs spread wider over him. There was a dark feeling in his lavender eyes, lust teeming and ready to be unleashed. By now Kenny had no regard for time limits. Fuck all that. He was let into the wild and now he’s ready to pounce.
Without another word, Kenny attached his lips to my neck, starting with sweet kisses before sucking bruises over the skin. I squirmed as he bit down, leaving a fresh purple hickey. He continued peppering my pulse point and shoulders with more, marking me as his by painting my skin red and purple with his mouth.
“K-Kenny…” I gasped, feeling his hard on even more prominent than before as I felt a familiar heat in my core. He purred at the sound of his name leaving my lips, his hands squeezing and massaging at my tits. I breathed out in response, trying to hold back any moans that threatened to come out.
”Do that again, baby, say my name~” Kenny lulled against my skin as he nibbled on a soft spot while his thumbs found a destination over where my nipples would be.
“K-Kenny!!” I moaned out loud, pretty sure that I just alerted the other boys.
“Fuck…that’s it, just like that~” He purred, going feral with every sound he got out of me and the way my breasts felt in his hands.
One of his hands trailed to the hem of my shirt, lifting it up bit by bit as his lips gave more hickeys on the other side of my neck. Before anything else though, the closet door was wide open as Eric reeled back in disgust at the action that Kenny and I were getting into.
“KENNY!! Dude, times up!! You didn’t even fucking take her out to dinner first!!!” Eric shouted to get the blonde to notice him.
Kenny pulled himself off of me before side eyeing the brunette, glaring daggers at him.
“You know what it’s one thing to be a total poor ass but it's another to be a whore!! I mean you got the new kid all riled up because you so badly want to bang her! Was this your kind of plan?! Getting a good song, then flexing your dancing skills on us, then bumping and grinding during your duet dance, and now this?! I mean come on-“
As Eric continued his ranting and raving, Kenny rolled his eyes and glared at him before latching back onto my neck, an arm extended as he flipped the brunette off before shutting the closet door and locking it.
3RD POV
“AYE!! Motherfucker!!! Get the fuck out of my closet you poor dirty slut!!!” Eric shouted, trying to open the door but it wouldn’t budge.
“Wait…the fuck?” Eric paused as he heard questionable sounds coming from the other side of the closet. Realizing what was happening, he had to call backup.
”GUYS!! YOU GUYS COME UP HERE!! IT'S AN EMERGENCY!!!” He ran to the bedroom door and called out to Stan and Kyle.
Within seconds the redhead and the ravenette showed up at Eric’s bedroom door.
”Guys, you need to help me out. Kenny and the new kid are literally fucking in my closet! We need to get them out of there!” He told them as he quickly ran back to the locked closet. Stan and Kyle looked at each other before following the brunette.
”Please just can one of you guys rip the door open or something?! And kick them out!? They can’t just have wild animal sex in there!!” Eric told the duo.
“I mean we can try.” Stan said, shrugging a bit before nodding to Kyle. The redhead nodded back at him before both of them approached the closet door. As they were about to attempt to bust the door down, a particularly suspicious wet noise was being made. Not only that, but there were whines and grunts coming from there too.
“K-Kenny!! Mmm-hah!!...”
“Yeah…feels good, huh?”
Kyle and Stan stood in front of the closet doors, speechless, faces flushed red. Those were among the many debauched words along with high pitched moans and low growls coming from the other side of the closet.
“Well? Guys? What’s the hold up???” Eric asked, snapping the two out of their daze. Stan was the first to speak.
“Dude, I think we should just leave them to it.”
“WHAT?! They’re literally making an X rated porno in my closet!!!” Eric shouted.
“Look fatass as much as we want to help you, we all know how Kenny is!! This was bound to happen and you should’ve known that by now!!” Kyle retorted at the brunette.
“But they’re in MY closet!! What if I have to go to sleep and he’s still taking New Kid to pound town?!!” Eric tried to get Stan and Kyle to help with his cause but by now the boys just looked at each other before going back outside to the hallway.
“Guys? GUYS WE CAN’T JUST LEAVE KENNY DRILLING THE NEW KID IN MY FUCKING CLOSET!!!” Eric ran out after Kyle and Stan, trying to get them to come back.
”Dude!! You can just clean it up later when they’re done doing their thing!! No big deal!!” Kyle yelled back at Eric.
“Well fuck you guys for not helping me out!!” The brunette shouted back. He then sighed and facepalmed. He was definitely going to have a field day cleaning up his closet after Y/N and Kenny were finished there. That’s….if they plan to finish anytime soon….
