South Park: Kenny McCormick x reader

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Age 19! Slight sexual themes, and drug use(?)

He was fairly tall now that I actually looked at him, somewhat interesting to watch too. As we progressed through the years, my friends had been pointing things out about guys in our grade, trying to get me interested in one in some way or another, and in all honesty, I think their work had finally paid off. Kenny's family, while growing up, didn't have a lot of money, but once his brother and he had reached an age where they could get jobs, their family life seemed to turn around. They moved to a nicer house, bought nicer things, and were able to properly look after their younger sister. Even now, at the age of 19, people could still find Kenny wearing his signature oranger parker. All of the boys were sat in the living room with a few of the girls too, we'd all become more civilised over the years, actually tolerating each other to be able to sit in the same room and have decent conversations. The girls were all talking, while the boys were gaming, as it's always been for all of us. Although we were at Kenny's house for once, so people had brought their own things to play. Kenny, however had disappeared, so I had been selected to go in search of him.

"(Y/n)?" I hummed at the sound of Stan's voice, breaking my concentration on the game, causing me to lose against Kyle.

"Ha! Suck it!" I glared at the darker haired of the pairs I tossed the controller at him.

"I'll go find him now." Stan offered me a smile, gladly taking his turn playing the game. I headed up the stairs towards Kenny's room and lightly knocked on the door.

"Yeah?" His voice was a little softer than usual, especially considering he usually screams 'what'. I quietly opened the door. What I saw surprised me, making me stop for a moment. He was sat at his desk, a book open in front of him, along with numerous tabs open on his computer, along with a guitar sat across his lap, plugged into an amp that sat under his desk.

"What you doing, Ken?" He finally looked over his shoulder see me, a soft smile crossing his lips once he realised who I was.

"Trying to get this right." I slowly nodded and walked into his room, quietly closing the door behind me before going over to him.

"Why not give it a little break, everyone is downstairs, and you've been up here since we got here..." I rest against his desk, almost sitting on it as I was beside him, but facing him. He looked up at me for a brief moment before looking back at his computer and messing through the tabs. "Okay...So when did you pick this up?" He shrugged, momentarily thinking about it.

"A year or two ago?" I stared at him. Based on my silence, he looked up to me to see why I had gone quiet. "What?"

"Really?" He nodded. "That's really cool..."

"You think so?" I nodded with a smile.

"Plus guys who can play an instrument are automatically hot." I laughed, playfully nudging his arm as he smiled, lightly kicking my leg.

"Oh yeah?" I nodded with hum. "You play anything?" I shrugged and glanced out of the window before looking back to him.

"My mom made me learn the piano in elementary school, so I can play that..." I tilted my head. "Then in High School she made me try the violin, I preferred it..." Kenny nodded as he closed his tabs and unplugged the guitar, setting it on his bed.

"That's crazy...but I can see it..." I tilted my head, not moving from my place against his desk.

"See what?" A sly smirk appeared on his face as he stepped towards me, his fingers gently brushed up the outside of my leg, slightly raising my skirt as he spoke.

"You, playing a violin...in a long black dress, that has a slit..." His hand slipped away from my skirt as I felt my face grow warmer, leaning back a little more. He gripped my waist, pulling me a little closer to him, his other hand turning my head to the right as his lips grew closer to my ear, his voice dropping into a whisper. "That goes high enough to do something to...someone." There was a brief pause in his speech. There was no warning when the door opened, it just opened, followed by a voice, who was greeted by the sight of Kenny towering over me.

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