So. Let me clarify a bit what it is. That night, I came up with the idea to write about Reader and Kenny waking up together after a party where they both had a drink. But in my head, there was a slight NSFW in this idea. I've never written anything like this, so it's an experiment. I'm interested to see what happens, and based on your reaction, I'll decide whether it's worth writing something in this direction or whether it's going to be the only experiment
🧡 teen!Kenny McCormick x teen fem!Reader Oneshot The morning after the party 🐀
When you wake up in the morning, the first thing you feel is a headache. You should have expected this when you agreed to go to a party with your friends. You knew there would be alcohol, but you didn't think you'd drink enough to feel hungover and not remember the events of last night. It would seem that the only thing that saved you from quarreling with your parents about the state in which you returned home was that they went to visit relatives for a few days.
You were in your room, the familiar walls, the familiar decor that you yourself decorated the room with. You sat up, stretching, and then moved to the bathroom. Your whole body ached, but you tried to ignore it. The only thing you knew for sure was that you wouldn't let your friends talk you into drinking so much anymore.
It was only after you rinsed your face that you looked at yourself in the mirror and froze. You were completely naked, and your neck, collarbones, shoulders, and chest were decorated with hickeys and light bites. Your lips are slightly swollen, as if you've been kissing someone for a long time. Looking down at yourself, you realized that the inside of your thighs were also covered with hickeys and light bites. Your cheeks flushed with the realization of what had happened. You had sex. Sex that you didn't remember, and most importantly, you didn't remember who exactly he was with.
You hurried to your room, hoping that you would be able to find at least something that would tell you who you spent the night with, but everything turned out to be much simpler. The one you slept with didn't leave. There was a blond man you knew lying on your bed. It was Kenny McCormick. You've been studying together since elementary school, and now, when you were almost graduates, you found yourself in the same bed. Your things were scattered around the room, and he was sleeping peacefully, barely covered with a blanket.
You carefully sat down on the bed, not sure what to do now. You'd be lying if you said you didn't like Kenny. You were in love with him, but you were just friends. You knew perfectly well how many people he dated and how many people would like to date him. You never tried to go beyond your friendship and now everything was ruined, you were sure of it.
A warm hand pulled you out of your surging despair, pulling you back into bed. You screamed when you got very close to Kenny, who put his arm around your waist and smiled at you. He looked at you with a sleepy but satisfied look, as if the fact that you were still with him was the best thing that could happen to him in a day.
You felt his thumb slowly tracing circles on your waist. A blush began to bloom on your cheeks, but you didn't rush to pull away. Looking at Kenny, you saw that you weren't the only one who had traces of the night before. There were hickeys and bites on his neck and chest. The realization made you blush a lot.
You tried your best to remember what happened last night. Your head is in acute pain. You buried your face in Kenny's shoulder, trying to cope with the unpleasant feeling. Noticing this, he began to worry.
You were sure you heard that phrase last night. You remembered how you left the house where the party was going on. Your friends were still there, and Kenny was smoking on the porch. He noticed that you were drunk, so he asked if everything was okay, and then offered to walk you out. At first you talked on the way, you joked a lot, and at some point you started kissing.
You remembered how you kissed in the middle of the street. You didn't care if someone saw you. You were both too caught up in what started to flare up between you. When you came to your house, you didn't let him leave, and Kenny didn't even think about it. You pulled him inside by the collar of his jacket. The door had just slammed shut behind you when you were kissing again. Kenny was pinning you against the wall, and soon you could feel his hot fingers moving up your thighs and under your skirt.
You felt your face flush with renewed vigor. Memories of last night flashed through your mind in fragments.
You remembered how you felt his fingers caressing you through your panties. You remembered how his lips stretched into a satisfied smile when he felt how wet you were. He carried you to your bed. Some of your clothes were discarded on the way to the door to your room, the rest has now been scattered around your room.
Sensations began to flash through your head. Kenny, leaving bites on your skin, caressing your breasts with his tongue while his hands pulled off your panties. He got between your legs and started caressing you with his tongue. He ate you like your pussy was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted in his life. His tongue was enough to make you see the stars and moan his name.
You remembered how you straddled him. Kenny giggled and said he never thought he'd see you sitting on top of him, but he was more than happy to see you. You slowly lowered yourself onto his dick, feeling him pushing you apart, and Kenny began to breathe heavily, feeling you squeeze him.
You remembered how you screamed his name, how he bit your skin, moving quickly inside you. You remembered how Kenny turned you over, which put you under him. You remembered how when you came, you screamed out words that you would not have dared to say in another situation. You screamed about how good it was for you and that you loved him.
The more you reminisced about last night, the more you felt not only embarrassed, but also how wet it was between your legs again.
The feeling of a kiss on your forehead made you look up at Kenny. He was looking at you with concern.
"Are you okay? Or are you so regretted about yesterday…?"
There was concern in his voice. Kenny was really worried that you might regret having sex with him. When you saw this, you smiled softly and leaned forward a little. You kissed him on the lips and your palms rested on his cheeks.
"Don't think that you'll get rid of me so easily after what happened."
Seeing the sly spark in your eyes, Kenny grinned and turned you over. He's looming over you.
"Then how about we triple another round?"
