Warning: You already knoooowww ;)

Also I separated the end of the sex scene with the rest with a - just because the ending is important if you're not feeling the sex scene.


POV: Both maybe? More Marina, some Kenny.


"These fishnets are driving me crazy." He whispered as he let her underwear fall to the ground. She stepped one foot out of them and he grabbed her leg, lifting it over his hip as he stepped forward and pushed his hips against hers.

She let out a loud breath as she kept her eyes on his. Her free hand grabbed his shoulder to keep her balance.

Kenny reached down between them and yanked at the fishnets between her legs, the tear almost echoed in the bathroom.

His finger slid into her and he smirked, "Are you soaked because of me or because of them?"

"You." She breathed out, her mind answering before she could come up with some snarky comment.

He bit his lip, her eyes narrowed in on the action, "I don't want foreplay." She whispered.

Kenny let out a laugh as he reached down and undid his jeans and shoved them down just enough until he sprung free.

Then he moved his hands behind her and grabbed under her ass before lifting her up and pressing her against the door. They let out a loud breath as he pressed their hips together, his cock pushing against the front of her, making her shiver.

Marina pushed her back against the door to keep her balance as she rolled her hips forward. Kenny let out a loud sigh before a hand shot up to her neck, he rested his thumb and forefinger under her each side of her jaw bone, forcing her head upward, the back of her head slammed against the door. It seemed to fuel her. She reached up and roughly slid her fingers into his blonde hair, shoving the beanie backward until it fell off. Her hand stopped on the back of his head as she pulled him down toward her until his face hovered dangerously close to hers. His eyes fell to her lips. Their warm, quick breaths fanned over each other, hearts racing. She felt her boobs brushing against his chest at each desperate intake of breath. She hoped he would kiss her this time. She wanted to feel his lips on hers again so badly. Kenny felt so conflicted, he wanted nothing more than to just kiss her again, to claim her with his mouth. He knew it could bring his feelings back completely, but his brain was clouded by what he could only assume was lust. The kind where you don't give a single shit about anything around you, the kind where someone could be in the same room as you and you were so enveloped in the other person that you didn't care.

"Please." She breathed desperately and he raced forward. Their lips crashed together hard, her lips stung at the impact but she savored it as they moved their mouths together wildly. A rush of a feeling ripped through their bodies. The kiss was sloppy and rough. Kenny kept one hand on her ass, squeezing hard as he held her up. At the same time he tightened his grip on her jaw, the V between his fingers put a comfortable pressure against her neck, forcing a gasp to leave her mouth and flow into his.

He bit hard on her bottom lip, pulling back as he changed his head from one side to the other. She unlatched her fingers from his hair and moved her hand down to grab him before moving him to her entrance. She didn't think they had ever moved so fast and frantically with each other as he wasted no time shoving his hips forward hard, entering her completely. She pressed harder against the door as they both let out a loud moan.

"Fuuuck!" Kenny groaned slowly, letting his head fall back, "I really hate that I've missed the way you feel." He whispered toward the ceiling.

"Same." She breathed out as she crossed her ankles behind him, pulling his hips toward her again as soon as he pulled them back. He slammed hard into her and her back arched as she cried out. Her hand gripped hard onto his hair as her other hand held her drink to the side. His mouth moved back to hers, kissing her painfully yet passionately. She knew her teeth and mouth would probably hurt tomorrow. She hoped they would. His hips thrust hard into her each time, he was almost growling with each shove. She was gasping and moaning as he tightened and loosened his hand against her neck with every thrust, the dizzying feeling of lacking oxygen only to gain it right back, giving her a strange fueled energy.

"Fuck, Kenny." She moaned into his mouth. She didn't even know she liked being choked. But maybe it was only because it was him.

He bit her lip hard again. His hand slid across her neck until he reached the nape of her hair, he pulled hard. Keeping her head planted against the door and looking up at him as Kenny leaned back slightly and looked down at her. Her lips were parted and he memorized every noise she was making. He had no idea just how badly he missed this until tonight. He wanted to be an ass. He wanted to be cold to her like he was in the shower. But he couldn't help but revert back into the times when they just threw caution to the wind. He was worried it was because he kissed her. But he just couldn't take it anymore. He tightened his grip on her ass again as his lips planted onto her neck. He bit her hard and pulled on the skin. She let out a loud strangled groan, pulling hard on his hair, her other hand moved around his shoulders careful not to spill her drink.

"Don't…give me a hickey." She breathed, Kenny laughed darkly.

He rolled his hips as he entered her and pulled out again before shoving hard and fast. His mouth moved to her ear, clamping around her ear lobe and pulling.

She made another noise and then his mouth was on the shell of her ear, the sound and feel of his breath entering her ear made her eyes roll back and close.

He pushed off of the door and carried her to the sink. Placing her down onto it. Marina reached over and placed her drink far from them before her hands reached down and pulled his shirt up over his head. He moved to help her before he yanked it from her grasp and threw it to the side.

His hands grabbed hers and he roughly pulled it off as well. She moved her arms up to get it off. He gripped her exposed waist hard before he bent forward and instantly latched his mouth onto the part of her tit exposed from the top of her bra. He sucked hard and her head fell back as she gasped, her fingers digging into his back as he started thrusting again. She moaned loudly as she moved her legs to help him move.

The soreness from the last time was still there as he moved roughly again. She had to admit she loved it. This was the most alive she had felt for months. Like she needed this pain. She felt like she almost deserved it. But he was still being more gentle than she was finding she wanted him to be.

Kenny lifted his head and their eyes met.

"You're not mad enough." She breathed.

"Huh?" He asked hoarsely.

"This is supposed to be hate sex isn't it?"

"I'm having a hard time being angry when you look this sexy." He laughed.

She reached up and smacked him hard across the face. Kenny froze as his head whipped to the side from impact.

"Be rougher!" She snapped at him.

His face turned back to hers quickly, his jaw tensed. His hands grabbed her hips as he jerked her forward a little and pushed hard into her. His mouth slammed against hers and he sucked her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled hard before he grabbed the back of her hair and yanked back. He wrapped an arm around her waist as he thrust his hips wildly and harshly into her. She let out a loud moan as he forced her to face the ceiling. His mouth kissed her neck.

He let go of her hair and wrapped his hand around her neck. She looked up at him as she locked her ankles behind him.

"God Marina, you are so damn sexy." Kenny told her in a dark, hoarse voice.

"SoAreYou." She spoke quickly to get it out between thrusts.

He squeezed her neck hard, her eyes rolled back and she closed them, letting out a throaty moan that vibrated against his hand. He felt chills rip through his body.

"Look at me." He demanded breathlessly.

She opened her eyes slowly and he loosened. She gripped onto him tightly as she moved her body the best she could to keep up with his wild thrusts. She felt pressure building quickly as he continuously pounded, hitting her spot, she started moaning louder. The sounds she was making were pushing him right along with her.

"I'm not gonna last with you making noises like that." He spoke quickly in a breathless whisper.

"I'm about to cum. If you change positions on me I'm going to kill you." She gasped, arching her back over his arm, he stiffened it when she began falling backward. He jerked her forward some, the top of her butt pressed against the edge of the counter as he laid her back a little. He held her up with his arm. The new angle allowed him to fully enter and she cried out. One of her hands moved to grip the back of his hair. She pulled hard and he squeezed his hand on her neck again. She let out a throaty moan. She felt dizzy and light, her head spinning. Her hand in his hair slammed down onto the counter behind her, holding herself up. He loosened his hand again.

"Ohmygod! KennyDon'tStop!" She gasped loudly, her nails digging into his shoulder.

He shoved into her harder, so hard she was sure would have bruises all over from it later.

Marina closed her eyes, feeling overwhelmed with every part of her coming to life all at once. She was almost there, she just needed to be pushed right over the edge. Kenny's hand left her neck as he grabbed her cheeks tightly between his fingers, "I said eyes on me!" He practically growled. Her eyes shot open, her nails in his shoulder slid down a little, slicing into his skin, he shuddered at the feeling. His eyes held onto hers, traveling back and forth from her eyes to her mouth.

Her mouth dropped open behind his hand, he bent his hand downward to watch her, keeping his fingers on her cheeks. Her chest heaved as her breathing picked up, her body tightening. Kenny grit his teeth together as her nails dug deep into his shoulder, cutting into his skin. Marina's moans got much louder and suddenly Kenny slowed down, significantly.

"Wait wait. No!" She gasped, her chest heaved, "Why?" She half whined, her entire body tightly wound just ready to burst.

He pushed in and out slowly, not going all the way in like she needed. She dug the heels of her boots into his ass, trying to pull him closer but he was stronger.

Kenny gave her his charming smile and she instantly blushed, forgetting how much she missed it and having it aimed toward her like this. She really couldn't even remember the last time he smiled at her like that. She laughed softly, "Why are you depriving me?" She whispered.

Kenny let go of her face and moved his hand down to her chest, over her boob.

"Because I'm in control right now. And I want you to definitely know that." He winked as he squeezed her tit hard.

"Trust me. I can definitely tell." She groaned through her smile. She wouldn't admit that she was actually loving that he was being like this.

"Ask me nicely and I'll decide if I'll let you cum or not." He chuckled darkly.

"You're serious?" She laughed.

"So serious. Ask me nicely."

"I'm not asking for your permission to cum."

"You're going to or I won't let you."

"I can do it myself." She moved her hand off of the counter, before it could reach the front of her, his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist and slammed her hand to the counter beside her. She shuddered before she shoved her hips forward and groaned, "Please just let me finish Kenny." She sobbed through a laugh.

"Nah. Word it differently. Ask me if you can." He grinned.

She moved her hips forward when he did, trying to just force him to enter her fully and hit her right where she wanted him to.

He caught on and pulled his hips back before she could.

"Dammit Ken!" She groaned, tilting her head forward so that their lips hovered in front of each other.

"Ask. Me. Nicely." He whispered slowly, his voice coming out gravelly, his breath fanning over her lips.

"Why are you making me do this?"

"For humility? Maybe. Or maybe just because I want to feel like I am in control of your orgasm. Of you right now."

"You already are. You already know that you are. I met you in here like you asked me to."

"So then ask me nicely if you can finish. Why is it so hard for you to submit to my request Mar?"

"Because... I don't know… It just is. I'm not submissive."

"Learn to be sometimes." He shrugged, rolling his hips. She quickly shoved hers forward again, but he moved away, knowing she was about to do that.

"You're being very bad right now. You seem to be forgetting we were best friends since we were like 11. I know you too well for you to fool me. Anyone else would punish you for that."

She let her head fall back in annoyance she stared up at the ceiling, "I'm already being punished Kenny! You won't let me cum!" She groaned.

"All you gotta do is be a good girl and ask me nicely if you can. For some reason that's apparently too difficult for you. This feels amazing for me. I could keep going like this. I don't need to be all the way in to finish."

"Screw you Kenny McCormick." She laughed incredulously.

"You're already getting screwed right now. I'd personally love to watch you fall apart again. Shaking in front of me, screaming my name. But I also want to see you work for it. You left me. You left South Park because of me. You owe me. I'm only asking you to ask me nicely."

"I don't owe you shit Kenny!" She snapped, feeling angry all of a sudden, "If you're not going to just let me cum then get off of me and I'll find someone who will!"

He tightened his hand tightly around her wrist and pushed her hand harder against the counter and he stiffened his arm behind her before gripping hard onto her hip, his bony fingers digging into he skin, "If you're trying to make me angry so that I'll shove into you hard, it's not working." He glared at her.

"I'm not! I'm serious!" She glared back.

Her hand over his shoulders moved to his neck and she squeezed tightly, "Let me cum! Now!" She growled.

His jaw flexed as he clenched his teeth together. "Well that was hot." He shivered, "But you're not in control! I am!" He told her in a dark strained voice as he smirked.

She shoved against his neck, he let out a choking noise before she squeezed harder, "I'm gonna cum before you can if you don't let go." He choked out.

She groaned and let go, gripping tight onto his shoulder, "I hate you." She mumbled, looking down at his chest.

"And I hate you." He grinned.

"Can I please cum Kenny?" She finally gave up.

"Yes." He whispered before letting go of her hand and gripping her thigh tightly before slamming hard into her. She cried out as she grabbed both of his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin.

Kenny grunted before shoving as hard and as fast as he could. They were both loud and she felt light headed as her body started tensing again.

"Kenny please!" She cried out again as her hand moved to the counter behind her.

He wasn't sure what she was wanting, so he just continued until she let out a loud moan.

She tightened around him and he lost control. His body jerking forward as he leaned against her. Her mouth planted onto his shoulder and he slowed. They breathed heavily together as silence fell between them. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders and he moved his hand off of her thigh and hugged her back.


Kenny PoV

His blue eyes met his reflection in the mirror, he frowned sadly. She held tighter and he did the same, his hands curled around her sides as he held her small frame. He looked at his arms around her back and then her hair.

His ears stopped ringing and he could faintly hear the song playing through the house. He realized it was MakeDamnSure. He bit his cheek and his eyes fell to the counter.

"Fuck them for playing this song." She whispered into his shoulder.

Kenny let out a nervous laugh.

He started to let go and she gripped tighter, "Not yet." She breathed weakly.

He hugged her fully again, he hated that he needed it too.

Memory started to play next and he rolled his eyes. Feeling like this fucking playlist was out to get him.

"Marina..this.."

"Doesn't change anything. I know. Just.. let me have this for a little longer."

He sighed and looked at his empty blue eyes again. He glared at himself as he felt a lump growing in his throat and his eyes started to fill slightly with tears.

Don't you fucking dare!

Do NOT let her see you like this!

He tried to ignore the song playing but it just kept digging into his broken soul.

She fucking ripped your heart out! Stop forgetting that!

Kenny let go and she tried to hold tighter again. He grabbed her arms and pulled her off.

"That's long enough." He whispered without looking at her. He turned and started to grab her shirt.

No! Stop being so nice!

He turned and grabbed his shirt instead and shoved it over his head. He yanked his beanie up and looked at himself in the mirror as he shoved it over his messy blonde hair.

Marina stayed on the counter.

"Get dressed." He snapped coldly. He fought the wince that his subconscious tried to release.

She shakily got dressed and he turned to stare at the door, his hand hovering over the knob.

"Okay." She whispered behind him.

Kenny unlocked the door and opened it quickly. He froze and she ran into his back.

"What?" She asked quickly.

The Drug In Me Is You blared in the bedroom drowning out the noises of the two on the bed. Kyle was leaning over someone, his hands extended forward above her. But that wasn't what froze him. His back was hiding the girl, but the legs around his waist were white, which meant it wasn't Nicole.

Marina gasped behind him and he backed up, forcing her to stumble back. He shut the door quietly.

Kenny quickly whipped around and looked down at her, "That's not Nicole is it!?" She whispered as if they would hear her. But they clearly didn't even hear them in the bathroom when she was being loud before.

Kenny shook his head, feeling bad for Nicole.

"Could you see her?"

"Just her legs." He frowned.

"What do we do?" She asked.

Kenny yanked her drink from her hand and chugged it.

"You're driving!" She snapped.

"We have barely been here for an hour Marina. I'll be sober by the time we leave. I need this before I have to awkwardly pass them to get out of this fucking room."

"Maybe they won't see us."

"They will see us!" He groaned.

"Is he cheating on her? Kyle?!"

"You know as much as I do Marina! And I really don't want to see who it is. I don't want to know."

"I never thought Kyle would do this! Ever! He's the good one! I'd expect Stan to do this before Kyle."

"I know." He frowned.

"Well. Let's just get it over with. I definitely need a drink now."

Kenny took a deep breath before opening the door.

They slowly stepped into the room and as they began to pass the bed, the song ended. In the quiet moment before the change, the girl let out a loud moan and his blood went cold. He knew that moan. Way too well. More than he wanted to.

They approached the door and Kenny realized he couldn't just let them off the hook. Nicole deserved better. Kenny turned and glared at them. They seemed to realize there was other people in the room and looked over quickly. Kyle was holding Bebe's hands above her head and his movements stopped, all of the color draining from his already pale face.

"Let go! Let go!" Bebe screamed. Kyle lifted his hands in surrender and sat up, looking over at Marina and Kenny.

Bebe started laughed as she looked between them. Not even bothering to cover up.

"I should have known you two would be right back at this, the very first party since Marina got back." She spoke loud enough for them to hear over the music.

"Don't tell anyone." Kyle told them quickly.

"Bebe! Why is it that every time we run into your ass at a party, you're involved in cheating!" Kenny snapped at her.

"Um." Kyle frowned.

"Nicole and Kyle haven't been together for almost a month!" She snapped back.

"What?" Marina asked.

"We uh.. we have been faking it because we didn't want anyone to act weird around us." He told them sadly, also talking loud enough for them to hear.

"Dude! Don't fucking scare me like that!" Kenny put his hand on his rapid beating heart, "I was this close to punching you!" He held his thumb and forefinger up.

"I thought you didn't care about cheating anymore." Marina told him rudely.

Kenny shot her a quick glare, "This is different!"

"Different for Kyle but not for Butters?" She asked angrily.

"Yes! I really respect Nicole!" He snapped at her.

"Can you guys just not say anything." Kyle asked.

"We won't. If you don't." Marina told him.

"We won't." Bebe nodded quickly.

"Okay then. Well.. we are leaving." Kenny grabbed Marina's wrist and pulled her behind him.

He unlocked the door and opened it a little, locking the knob before slamming it.

"Look who it is." Clyde laughed.

"God dammit!" Kenny groaned, "Why is it nobody finds me when I screw anyone else!?"

"Chill bro. Good to see you Marina." He laughed as he continued walking.

Marina booked it down the steps. He followed slowly.

They broke off for about an hour. He was headed outside to smoke a cigarette and stopped in his tracks as he spotted Marina facing the back yard, a billow of smoke flowed out to the side of her.

Kenny let his head fall back as he looked up to the sky. He had been shocked way too many times tonight. He stepped slowly up to her and she turned to face him. He reached out and grabbed her cigarette.

"No." He shook his head.

She frowned, "I'm sorry, are you my father?"

"Your father wouldn't have done what I just did to you in the bathroom a bit ago." He sighed, putting her cigarette to his lips and inhaling slowly.

Menthol? Really?

"Why are you smoking this?" He asked with a look of disgust.

"Don't judge me." She snapped.

"Why are you smoking Marina?" He ignored her.

"Because Kenny! Because I can't handle all of this shit! I fucking hate this school year. Ever since I broke up with fucking Adam everything has been falling apart in my life and I'm fighting myself to stay standing 24/7. I'm exhausted. I barely sleep. I wake up multiple times a night. I literally try so hard to fall asleep as fast as I can before I think too much and break down. I can't function normally anymore. Sometimes it hurts to even breathe because I feel like every turn I take, every decision I make ends up biting my ass." She swallowed loudly, "I try so hard not to regret everything constantly." Her voice trembled, "My mom would rather travel the world with her new boyfriend and make me come back here. I have to live with fucking Cartman! You.. you hate me now. You treat me like shit and I just miss being normal and laughing with you. I fucking miss my best friend, Kenny! I don't even know how to act around you half of the time anymore. When you treat me coldly it feels like you're ripping my heart out all over again! I cried every day since I moved. I felt like I was mourning a death and it was worse because you were still alive and living life, here. Sometimes I wish I could go back to that night we screwed and stop it from happening. I lost my best friend and I didn't think that would ever happen to us! I can't date you. I can't date anyone because Adam and that other jackass fucked me up! I worry about trusting you. Giving you my heart. You're not the settling down type. We both know that. And I can't risk dating you and you acting the way they did. I couldn't risk us ending up hating each other and not speaking anymore. But we are practically there. I literally cried for 20 fucking minutes after you left the shower the other night. I felt like a stranger came in and screwed me real quick and left." She sniffed loudly, a soft sob leaving her lips. She reached out and yanked the cigarette back and inhaled deeply. Her hand shaking.

Kenny's shoulders sank, he pulled out his pack and lit one up, breathing it in silently and looking at the backyard.

"Marina." He breathed softly.

"Don't!" She scoffed.

"Just listen."

"If you are just going to tear me down like you did in Biology, I don't want to hear it."

He sighed, "Just hear me out Mar."

Kenny waited for her to cut him off again and when she didn't he started talking softly, "I didn't expect to feel the way I started feeling about you when we first started this shit. I don't ever feel those things toward anyone. But you were different. And maybe that's just because we were best friends. Those caring feelings were already there. And I think I associated them with love because I already loved you as a friend. But that doesn't stop the fact that you broke my heart. You literally broke my heart. And I was so confused and lost and you just left. And didn't say another word to me. I could barely look at myself in the mirror anymore. I didn't recognize me. I looked empty and just.. I dunno. I didn't see life in my eyes anymore. I started sleeping around more. Just trying to forget you. To forget how I felt with you. And I was doing better. And just as I was about to recover from you, you show up in my classroom. Reminding me of everything that happened all over again. And I just got angry. And I've been angry ever since. But fuck I still want you so bad it makes me disgusted with myself. I still can't stop the images of feeling you under my hands and your breathless noises. Your lips on mine. The way my skin crawls with life when you touch me. I like… crave you. Like a fucking drug. And I realize now that it's like more sexual than love. Like my body wants yours so badly. But my heart wants nothing to do with you."

He swallowed and took another puff, he blew it out before continuing, "I have been cold because I do that. I'm not used to anyone hurting me. I put up walls as a kid to keep myself from getting hurt. And you hurt me so easily. And it's really messed with me. I don't know how to be me anymore. And it annoys me. So I ended up taking it out on you. I'm sorry for being such an ass. I'm sorry for making you cry alone in the shower. If it makes you feel any better I cried myself to sleep that night because I felt like shit." He turned slowly to look at her. She was wiping tears from her cheeks as she kept her gaze on the yard in front of her.

"I didn't mean to hurt you Kenny."

"I know Marina." He nodded.

"I'm sorry." She sobbed softly.

"I'm sorry too."

"Can we just put all of this behind us. And just be best friends again. Forget I left. Forget the sex. Just be best friends again."

"I can try to forget the sex." He let out a huff of a laugh, "We probably need to though. Sex is what ruined us."

"I know." She turned to face me.

"Fine. Let's be our old selves again. No more sex. Promise."

"Okay." She smiled sadly.

"But I can't promise that I won't hit on you or make sex jokes about you because you're too sexy to stop myself." He grinned.

She laughed, nodding, "Same then."

"Wanna hug it out?"

"Yes." She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his middle. He threw his cigarette to the side and wrapped his arms over her shoulders. She pressed her cheek into his shirt.

"Come on. I'll come baby sit you so you can get trashed." He kissed the top of her head.

"Sounds good to me." She giggle