SP; centi_porn Collection Post: Kenny/Bebe. Complete!
Due to the graphic nature of these short little drabbles, they are unable to be posted on fanfiction.net unless I want to get my ass kicked off the site. So, for your viewing pleasure (if you manage to see these), here are the collection of smutty drabbles for the centi_porn challenge. Notice the different pairing? I've decided to try this and one other from South Park due to a recent obsession. I just wanted to see if I could pull of small amounts before going to the big leagues.
Challenge Table: Kenny/Bebe
01.
Balance
02.
Aware
03.
Wait
04.
Rhythm
05.
Shift
06.
Transparent
07.
Reflection
08.
Crave
09.
Fleeting
10.
Constant
11.
Fate
12.
Again
13.
Few
14.
Vertigo
15.
Inverse
02. Aware
He was undressing her with his eyes, she knew it. She knew by wearing this v-neck she was calling him to attention. Sure, she figured other guys were glancing at her cleavage, but... when she saw he was aware of it, possessive of it with glares to others he caught looking... it clenched her heart in unimaginable ways and made her want to prove she could be a slut-just for him, only for him. Though she fought against her false reputation, as she brushed against him in the hallway and he followed her into the janitor’s closet... she felt alive.
13. Few
Even though he hadn’t been taught the finer points of life, but the few he managed to learn on his own were worth it. The first Playboy he ever laid his eyes on nearly gave him a heart attack-the excitement coursing through his veins could’ve killed him on the spot. He was pretty sure it did. Though when he saw her nude the first time, he felt like the happiest man alive. She was his very own pornstar, the way her breasts moved when they fucked, the way she tossed her blonde hair back when she moaned. She was gorgeous.
01. Balance
He leaned back on her bed with a triumphant smile as she discarded the last of her clothes. Crawling on all fours, she neared him, and he could hardly take his eyes off of her breasts. She was like an angel, and with a set of tits that drove him mad; they were perfect. Reaching out, he balanced both perfect orbs in his hands, brushing each thumb against a nipple. He breathed her name before pulling her closer to get a taste. As a tongue brushed against a puckered nipple, he knew he had died and went to heaven. Again.
14. Vertigo
With alcohol well into his blood stream, he eyed his surroundings with interest. To his left, more alcohol; to his right, Bebe. Thinking with the more important head out of the two, he bounded over to where she was, sitting alone, nursing a Bud Light.
“Is your world spinning?” he asked her, brushing aside a stray lock of hair that fell.
Overcome with emotion, she turned to him, eyeing him hungrily. “I’ll make yours never stop.” The next thing he knew, she was on top of him, straddling his waist, kissing him as if there were no need for oxygen.
07. Reflection
“Where did you get this idea?” he asked, grabbing a handful of her hair and pushing it out of view from where he wanted to look.
“Wendy mentioned it,” she replied, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
“Who’s the freak?” he asked with a raised brow at her reflection.
“She is,” she smirked, remembering an experience from their recent past.
“A threesome would allow me to die a happy man,” he leaned forward against her, sinking into her from behind with a satisfied groan. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut, the smile still on her face.
“I’ll persuade her.”
08. Crave
His hands flew to her waist as she straddled him; she craved his touch and he knew how to handle her cravings. His calloused hands ran over every inch of exposed flesh that he could reach; his mouth followed shortly behind. Ever since they began their secret affair, words were rarely spoken-there was no need to speak. With a swift, experienced tug, her shirt fell carelessly. With his eyes on her breasts, he tweaked each nipple, then brought his mouth to them, treating them as if they were the most succulent thing he had ever tasted. They were his craving.
11. Fate
He pulled out of her and pulled her close, reveling in their sweat-covered bodies.
“What does this mean for us?” he heard against his breastplate. Her voice was softer than a whisper-afraid.
“What do you want it to mean?” he questioned, hoping that she wasn’t willing to cut their... whatever they would call it... in half. He had grown attached to her, as well as her body. He didn’t know if it was love, but it was pretty damned close, he thought.
“Something’s bound to go wrong. Two people like us can’t be this happy for long. It’s probably against the law.”
03. Wait
“Wait, wait, wait-“
“No waiting,” he mumbled, his hands working adeptly at removing the rest of her clothes.
“But, Kenny-“
“No waiting, no stalling, no nothing. I’ve had to sit and wait myself all fucking day to have you. No more waiting,” he gave her a look back, frowning. After a few seconds he stopped with a sigh and looked up at her. “Why wait?”
“Thank you,” she breathed, smiling down at him. “I don’t have any more condoms on me, do you? I’m on the pill, yeah, but I wouldn’t be surprised if your family breeds like bunnies.”
Sigh.
04. Rhythm
He pushed into her, groaning at the feeling of completion he felt-the same feeling he always got when he was inside of her. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan. He always started slow, unless it was make-up sex, and built a steady rhythm, knowing she liked that. He was always out to please her, and then himself. He was surprised when he found himself doing that time after time, but he loved the look of pure fucking ecstasy on her face when she came, his name falling like rain from her lips.
05. Shift
She shifted under his weight, loving the feel of his skin against hers. Spent from their hours of fucking, he lazily nuzzled her neck, placing soft kisses on the underside of her jaw. She smiled at the tender gesture, something that would seem out of character for him if anyone else saw. Lifting an arm, she trailed her fingers down his arm, brushed over his back, and rested her hand on her prized possession: his ass. She had always had a thing for them, she would readily admit, but his... was perfection. She heard him chuckle softly at her actions.
06. Transparent
The innocent pout she had mastered at the tender age of three worked flawlessly-on anyone but him. After labeling her a tease in his younger days, and much to his amusement, he was right. When they began their-whatever you call it-he made that fact known. When she pouted and smiled innocently at him, he rolled his blue eyes with a good-natured smile and pulled her roughly down to his lap. She giggled in response. That’s another thing: she was more transparent than she let on. She liked it rough, and he knew it. The look on her face was proof.
09. Fleeting
She didn’t realize she was staring until his eyes met hers in a fleeting glance. He had spaced out again in class, but when he realized she was watching him, his eyes snapped back to her. She tried to look away, but he knew he caught her by the light blush on her cheeks. He remembered that blush well. After they fucked, she always had a glow to her that radiated how beautiful she truly was. Sadly, their affair was still on the down low.
“Kenny?” he turned to her voice finally. “Stay over for the weekend?”
“Mmhmm,” he nodded.
10. Constant
“There are constants in our lives, you know. One, Wendy and Stan will always wind up back together even if they have a violent break-up, Cartman will never lay off of Kyle for being a Jew, and...” he paused, trailing a hand down her naked body, “...I will never cease to be amazed by the fact that you chose me.” He placed feather-light kisses along her jaw line, knowing fully well there was a smile on her face. A hand trailed down to her warm, wet center-will wet from their previous encounter. “I’ve always liked constants.”
“Me too,” she replied softly.
12. Again
“Again, woman?” he asked breathlessly, a smile plastered on his face and in his baby blue eyes. “I love you, have I ever mentioned that? You are insatiable.”
Her playful smile faded at his words. “...you... you love me?” No one had ever said that to, save her mother. This meant a lot to her, since she felt...
He paused, mouth open to try and deny what he said, but his shoulders slumped and he nodded. “Yeah, I really do. My life has gotten so much better since I’ve been with you.”
She grinned. “I love you, too. Let’s fuck again.”
15. Inverse
Straddling his waist and facing his feet to try something new, she lifted herself onto his erection with a satisfied sigh. His hands rested at hair waist, holding her hips, helping her move. Her blonde hair bounced with every movement, with every toss of her head. They met thrust for thrust, their heavy breathing and heartbeats loud in their ears.
“I don’t like you facing away from me,” he grunted breathlessly as he gripped her waist tighter.
“Why not?” she replied, just as breathless.
“I can’t see your beautiful face and breasts, that’s why.”
She spun around with a smile.
Challenge Table: Kenny/Bebe
01.
Balance
02.
Aware
03.
Wait
04.
Rhythm
05.
Shift
06.
Transparent
07.
Reflection
08.
Crave
09.
Fleeting
10.
Constant
11.
Fate
12.
Again
13.
Few
14.
Vertigo
15.
Inverse
02. Aware
He was undressing her with his eyes, she knew it. She knew by wearing this v-neck she was calling him to attention. Sure, she figured other guys were glancing at her cleavage, but... when she saw he was aware of it, possessive of it with glares to others he caught looking... it clenched her heart in unimaginable ways and made her want to prove she could be a slut-just for him, only for him. Though she fought against her false reputation, as she brushed against him in the hallway and he followed her into the janitor’s closet... she felt alive.
13. Few
Even though he hadn’t been taught the finer points of life, but the few he managed to learn on his own were worth it. The first Playboy he ever laid his eyes on nearly gave him a heart attack-the excitement coursing through his veins could’ve killed him on the spot. He was pretty sure it did. Though when he saw her nude the first time, he felt like the happiest man alive. She was his very own pornstar, the way her breasts moved when they fucked, the way she tossed her blonde hair back when she moaned. She was gorgeous.
01. Balance
He leaned back on her bed with a triumphant smile as she discarded the last of her clothes. Crawling on all fours, she neared him, and he could hardly take his eyes off of her breasts. She was like an angel, and with a set of tits that drove him mad; they were perfect. Reaching out, he balanced both perfect orbs in his hands, brushing each thumb against a nipple. He breathed her name before pulling her closer to get a taste. As a tongue brushed against a puckered nipple, he knew he had died and went to heaven. Again.
14. Vertigo
With alcohol well into his blood stream, he eyed his surroundings with interest. To his left, more alcohol; to his right, Bebe. Thinking with the more important head out of the two, he bounded over to where she was, sitting alone, nursing a Bud Light.
“Is your world spinning?” he asked her, brushing aside a stray lock of hair that fell.
Overcome with emotion, she turned to him, eyeing him hungrily. “I’ll make yours never stop.” The next thing he knew, she was on top of him, straddling his waist, kissing him as if there were no need for oxygen.
07. Reflection
“Where did you get this idea?” he asked, grabbing a handful of her hair and pushing it out of view from where he wanted to look.
“Wendy mentioned it,” she replied, meeting his eyes in the mirror.
“Who’s the freak?” he asked with a raised brow at her reflection.
“She is,” she smirked, remembering an experience from their recent past.
“A threesome would allow me to die a happy man,” he leaned forward against her, sinking into her from behind with a satisfied groan. He watched as her eyes fluttered shut, the smile still on her face.
“I’ll persuade her.”
08. Crave
His hands flew to her waist as she straddled him; she craved his touch and he knew how to handle her cravings. His calloused hands ran over every inch of exposed flesh that he could reach; his mouth followed shortly behind. Ever since they began their secret affair, words were rarely spoken-there was no need to speak. With a swift, experienced tug, her shirt fell carelessly. With his eyes on her breasts, he tweaked each nipple, then brought his mouth to them, treating them as if they were the most succulent thing he had ever tasted. They were his craving.
11. Fate
He pulled out of her and pulled her close, reveling in their sweat-covered bodies.
“What does this mean for us?” he heard against his breastplate. Her voice was softer than a whisper-afraid.
“What do you want it to mean?” he questioned, hoping that she wasn’t willing to cut their... whatever they would call it... in half. He had grown attached to her, as well as her body. He didn’t know if it was love, but it was pretty damned close, he thought.
“Something’s bound to go wrong. Two people like us can’t be this happy for long. It’s probably against the law.”
03. Wait
“Wait, wait, wait-“
“No waiting,” he mumbled, his hands working adeptly at removing the rest of her clothes.
“But, Kenny-“
“No waiting, no stalling, no nothing. I’ve had to sit and wait myself all fucking day to have you. No more waiting,” he gave her a look back, frowning. After a few seconds he stopped with a sigh and looked up at her. “Why wait?”
“Thank you,” she breathed, smiling down at him. “I don’t have any more condoms on me, do you? I’m on the pill, yeah, but I wouldn’t be surprised if your family breeds like bunnies.”
Sigh.
04. Rhythm
He pushed into her, groaning at the feeling of completion he felt-the same feeling he always got when he was inside of her. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan. He always started slow, unless it was make-up sex, and built a steady rhythm, knowing she liked that. He was always out to please her, and then himself. He was surprised when he found himself doing that time after time, but he loved the look of pure fucking ecstasy on her face when she came, his name falling like rain from her lips.
05. Shift
She shifted under his weight, loving the feel of his skin against hers. Spent from their hours of fucking, he lazily nuzzled her neck, placing soft kisses on the underside of her jaw. She smiled at the tender gesture, something that would seem out of character for him if anyone else saw. Lifting an arm, she trailed her fingers down his arm, brushed over his back, and rested her hand on her prized possession: his ass. She had always had a thing for them, she would readily admit, but his... was perfection. She heard him chuckle softly at her actions.
06. Transparent
The innocent pout she had mastered at the tender age of three worked flawlessly-on anyone but him. After labeling her a tease in his younger days, and much to his amusement, he was right. When they began their-whatever you call it-he made that fact known. When she pouted and smiled innocently at him, he rolled his blue eyes with a good-natured smile and pulled her roughly down to his lap. She giggled in response. That’s another thing: she was more transparent than she let on. She liked it rough, and he knew it. The look on her face was proof.
09. Fleeting
She didn’t realize she was staring until his eyes met hers in a fleeting glance. He had spaced out again in class, but when he realized she was watching him, his eyes snapped back to her. She tried to look away, but he knew he caught her by the light blush on her cheeks. He remembered that blush well. After they fucked, she always had a glow to her that radiated how beautiful she truly was. Sadly, their affair was still on the down low.
“Kenny?” he turned to her voice finally. “Stay over for the weekend?”
“Mmhmm,” he nodded.
10. Constant
“There are constants in our lives, you know. One, Wendy and Stan will always wind up back together even if they have a violent break-up, Cartman will never lay off of Kyle for being a Jew, and...” he paused, trailing a hand down her naked body, “...I will never cease to be amazed by the fact that you chose me.” He placed feather-light kisses along her jaw line, knowing fully well there was a smile on her face. A hand trailed down to her warm, wet center-will wet from their previous encounter. “I’ve always liked constants.”
“Me too,” she replied softly.
12. Again
“Again, woman?” he asked breathlessly, a smile plastered on his face and in his baby blue eyes. “I love you, have I ever mentioned that? You are insatiable.”
Her playful smile faded at his words. “...you... you love me?” No one had ever said that to, save her mother. This meant a lot to her, since she felt...
He paused, mouth open to try and deny what he said, but his shoulders slumped and he nodded. “Yeah, I really do. My life has gotten so much better since I’ve been with you.”
She grinned. “I love you, too. Let’s fuck again.”
15. Inverse
Straddling his waist and facing his feet to try something new, she lifted herself onto his erection with a satisfied sigh. His hands rested at hair waist, holding her hips, helping her move. Her blonde hair bounced with every movement, with every toss of her head. They met thrust for thrust, their heavy breathing and heartbeats loud in their ears.
“I don’t like you facing away from me,” he grunted breathlessly as he gripped her waist tighter.
“Why not?” she replied, just as breathless.
“I can’t see your beautiful face and breasts, that’s why.”
She spun around with a smile.