King Kenny oneshots (Kenny × Y/N)

Cuddles

Y/n walked up the driveway drive in a hoodie and sweats, the night breeze blowing her long, silky hair around her shoulders. She and Kenny had only been dating a couple of months, so she wasn't quite comfortable enough to go braless around him yet. But y/n did forsee a problem, as she could never sleep with a bra on. She brushed the feeling off and knocked on the door.
A few seconds later Kenny opened the door and hugged her, guiding her upstairs.
As soon as y/n and Kenny got into his bedroom she collapsed on the bed, absolutely exhausted.
"You OK?" He asked earnestly.
"Yeah, just tired," she replied sleepily. Kenny joined y/n on the bed and slinked his arms around her, so her chest was squished right up against his ribcage, head resting on his chest. Hours passed of lying in this position, and y/n still hadn't fallen asleep. She knew the reason. Darn this stupid bra. Y/n was terrified to take it off for fear Kenny would notice.
She sat up and felt a tear run down her cheek. She didn't know why I was crying, probably the frustration, the tiredness. Kenny sat up and rubbed his eyes.
"What's wrong? Have you not slept?" He asked groggily, wiping the tear away with his thumb. His eyes were a beautiful deep brown in the dark room, the only source of light coming from a crack in the window.
"No, I'm fine, I just- I need the bathroom. I'll be back." Y/n got up and entered his ensuite. She touched up her makeup in the mirror before finally giving in. Reaching under her hoodie, she unclipped her bra and took it off, hiding it in the cabinet for fear Kenny would see it. Y/n really liked him and didnt want to make things weird, so the last thing she needed was him seeing her bra in his bathroom.
She returned to Kenny's bed and lay back down on his chest nervously.
Kenny smiled to himself sheepishly, immediately knowing she had taken her bra off. The difference was obvious- he could feel the softness of y/n's small breasts on his side, hard nipples protruding out. Kenny ran his hand over her back comfortingly and just as he thought: completely smooth, no strap. It made him happy to know she were comfortable cuddling him with no bra on.
Y/n's breaths were quick on his chest, as you felt him run his hand up and down your back. It was an obvious giveaway.
"That's all it was, love?" He smirked down at you.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-I mean, I'll put it back on..." she stuttered nervously.
"No, no, it's okay. I don't mind, I just want you to feel comfortable. It feels nice anyway." He said teasingly, putting his hand under your shirt and running it up your waist. He was dangerously close to your bare breasts. But he knew that. He knew what he was doing.
Y/n looked at him scared, so he snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you down again.
"Wait," she said, suddenly feeling very hot. Y/n took off her hoodie quickly, but her thin white t-shirt rode up in the process almost completely exposing her bare chest. Beginning to see her under boob, Kenny respectfully pulled it down.  Y/n didn't want him to see anything so she lay back down again, facing him this time.
Kenny unknowingly let his eyes wonder down towards her breasts, lingering there for a moment. They were painfully obvious through the t-shirt.
Y/n suddenly felt very self-conscious, so shifted forward and buried her head in his neck.
Kenny laughed softly, amused by her embarrassment. He felt the softness of her breasts on his body and smiled once again.
You both slept for hours.