Those bastards (Kenny McCormick x Reader)

Chapter 4: Happiness and cluelessness

(y/n) pov:
It was winter break, and I had been staying over at Michaels the whole time, because my parents were on a business trip. That meant no visits from Mysterion...at least until I go back. I had soon forgotten about the golden haired boy I met the first day I came to this town. Even though I saw him everyday, he never talked to me, or even glanced my way. I let go of the hope that he would be my friend someday, and I took pride in my new friend Mysterion. Even though I don't  know his identity, he is always there. Michael is a different story. He is much more to me than a friend, he is my everything.

It's Christmas Eve, and Michael and I cuddled up next to the fire.

"Hey mumbles", Michael said as he kissed my cheek.

"Yes curly?"

"I bought you something." He scratched the back of his neck nervously, waiting for my response.

"Oh yeah? I asked smiling.

He pulled out a little black box, and handed it to me shyly. I opened it, to reveal the content inside. It was...a ring. Not a wedding ring obviously, we've only been dating for a couple of months. But a promise ring. A beautiful silver and black rose on a band. What did he want me to promise him?

"It's beautiful..."

"So are you (y/n). I love you more than I love being goth. You changed my world when you showed up. I want you to promise that no matter what happens, you'll be happy. And you'll think of me when you see this."

"Oh Michael. I love you so much. I promise."

"Good", he nodded as he slipped the ring on my finger.

I didn't hesitate to kiss him after that. The night was filled with passion. I was caught up in the moment. And then I did something life changing. I decided to give up my virginity.

(SMUT AHEAD. JUST A WARNING)

"Babe?"

"Yeah, (y/n)?"

"Do you wanna..." I didn't finish that question. I was blushing hardcore. Unfortunately, he understood what I was asking.

"Are you sure? We don't have to if you don't want to...I'm okay with waiting."

"I'm sure."

He smirked and took my hand in his. He led me upstairs to his room. He closed the door and pushed me up against the wall. I jumped and he lifted my legs around his waist. We continued the passionate make out session for about 10 minutes. Then we pulled away and I took off his jacket and started working on his shirt. He pulled up my tank top and blushed at the sight of my bra. As we continued getting undressed. I took in the sight. He was actually really fit for someone so slender.

"Damn"...I said practically drooling.

"You're so hypnotizing (y/n)." Michael stated with wondering eyes.

I hugged him for a minute, and then went over to the bed. He laid me down, and brushed my hair out of my face. He looked at me full of lust and passion.

"Brace yourself mumbles...this is gonna hurt. A lot."

"I like pain remember" I said trying to lighten up the moment.

"I love you." He said as he gave me one final kiss before...

I bit my lip trying to not scream at the searing pain as he entered me.

"It's okay mumbles, bear with me. It'll be alright."

I nodded, allowing him to continue.
After a minute, it stopped hurting and I told him to start thrusting. As he went in and out slowly I started to buck my hips into his and he gradually went faster causing me to moan.

"Michael.."

"Mmm"

I dug my fingers into his back. He stopped to kiss my neck, and then my stomach... And then...

Michaels pov:

I trailed kisses on her neck and stomach, and finally I made the decision to kiss her...well there.
I paid attention to her every reaction.
After a while of doing that, she wanted to return the favor. Damn it was so good...especially with her. As we finished I pulled her to me, and she fell asleep. She looked so peaceful. Eventually I drifted off as well.

(END OF SMUT)

Kennys pov:
Dying is so painful, but hearing about the girl you've fallen for giving up everything to someone else so easily  hurts worse.

It was the day after Christmas, that she came home and told me everything. I was so heartbroken, but I was Mysterion at the time, so I couldn't be mad. Hell I can't be mad anyways. But here I am crying, and it won't fix anything. So far I've died about 8 times, literally, and she still hasn't noticed at all. I hate that. Let's see, I've downed bleach, died. I've drowned, died. I've been hit by a train, died. But I still keep coming back, and she doesn't even blink an eye. It's like I am the perfect person to her, but I'm not. Oh if only she knew.