Poor and Perverted (Older! Kenny McCormick x Fem! Reader)

Chapter 1: McCormick is a Mistake

Kenny McCormick.
What can I say, except that he is one of the most perverted guys I've ever met.
Him being actually hot, didn't make it any better.
Yes, I admit it.
Kenny McCormick is hot.
But enough about that, what I actually want to know is why the fuck is he standing at my door?

"Hey." a slightly muffled voice interrupts my thoughts as I step outside the front door and close it behind me.
Trying to ignore the ringing in my ears and get over the fact that Kenny-fucking-McCormick was standing at my doorstep, I look up, furrowing my eyebrows.
"Hey...?" I choke out weakly, already berating myself for it.
This is like the first time I've interacted with him and I already sound like an absolute moron.

After an uncomfortably long pause of Kenny and I, seemingly eye-fucking, I finally ask.
"Do you, um, need something?"
Stupid.
Trying to act cool, I lean into the door frame and cross my arms, never letting my gaze waver.
Fuck, that's a bad position, I think I might slip. My inner monologue is interrupted by an awkward cough from above me, again slightly muffled.
Kenny decides to act all flustered and put his hand behind his neck while looking away, as if we're in an anime or something.
Fucking degenerate.
"Yeah actually..." his voice barely above a whisper, croaking a little.
His eyes kept shifting around the ground as if looking for something.
Again, a fucking degenerate.
"Which is..?" I drag on, prompting him to finish off the sentence.
It was getting quite cold and while I was savouring all the attention I was getting from the blond, it was an early spring evening and I wasn't in the mood to freeze my ass off just yet.
I should put a hoodie on tomorrow, yeah.

After what seemed like a few minutes of Kenny drifting his eyes about, eyeing my whole porch, he finally spoke up.
"I need you to tutor me."
My eyes grew wider and I looked up at him in shock, but mostly confusion.
Someone like Kenny McCormick cares enough about school to get a tutor?
Yeah.
That doesn't sound right at all.
"Ummm..." I stumble, looking for a way I could organize my words.
Standing there, for a good 20 seconds, Kenny spoke once more.
"It's fine if you don't want to!" he waved his hands in a declining manner.
"It's not that...I'm just confused as to why you need a tutor, since you are one of those students who is actually good at school." after finishing my sentence I furrowed my brows, realizing I just gave Kenny McCormick a fucking compliment.
My eyes widened and I looked down at my feet in somewhat shame.
God damn it, Y/N.
Now he's definitely going to think you're flirting with him. You always do this fucking shit don't you.
Without even looking up, I knew he was fucking smirking.
Ugh.
To not make the situation any more awkward I decided to change the subject.
"Anyway...Why did you get the idea of asking me to tutor you?" I ask, looking back up at the boy, only to realize that he was in fact smirking.
Does he always have to act like a smug bastard?
"Even though you might think I'm clever and all that." Kenny says proudly, looking up and posing, as if someone's about to paint a fucking portrait of him.
Oh god.
"I'm struggling with Literature, and you seem to be really good at it." he finished and peered back down at me, with a look of amusement in his blue eyes.
My eyes narrowed. I was suspicious, naturally. It's not something that happens everyday, and well, it all seemed very staged.
I observed his face turn into an awkward smile, something I have never seen Kenny McCormick do. This is either an act or he is actually struggling with lessons. Kind of strange since half the time he isn't even in school.

"So um, what do you say?" he interrupted the silence.
I stood there, thinking, for a couple more seconds.
Do I really want to spend the rest of the school year, wasting my time by tutoring this mess of a guy? I mean, he's hot, but that shouldn't be my motive.
The real question here is what the fuck is his motive and where the fuck is he going with it? Because it really seems like he just made the whole story up to get in to my pants.
Which is probably the way it is.
I shake my thoughts away and go back to the tutoring offer.
Technically the cons outweigh the pros, so I think I'm gonna pass.
But.
If i do tutor him I might get extra credit when applying for college.
Hmmm.
Well, it's not like I have anything I could do to make my college application better, so might as well.

After resigning from my previous door-leaning position, I sighed and looked up at the orange parka.
"Fine. I'll tutor you." as soon as these words escaped my lips, I saw Kenny's eyes light up and a sort of glow spread across the rest of his face.
Geez, didn't think McCormick even cared about school, let alone getting better at a subject.
Bet this really gets his dick hard.
Heh.
"But, no one can know about this. I don't want half the school thinking I'm fucking your crusty ass." I added, glaring at him.
I mean its true. Whichever girl hangs out, let alone talks to Kenny McCormick is automatically considered a slut. I don't blame them though. He did have practically half the school visit his wank-pit. And as I was saying, I don't want my reputation ruined, so I'd honestly rather be considered as an invisible individual, who occasionally writes articles for the school newspaper.
Nice and boring.
Kenny nodded and smirked. Without prior hesitation he put his hand on the door behind me, in conclusion pinning me against it. My body gently slammed against the surface of the door and I was caught off guard, so I didn't have enough time to protest or do anything really.
"Don't think that your quote-un-quote glares can work on me, doll." he spoke softly, his voice a low whisper that would put Chuck Bass to shame.
Kenny pulled his second hand out of his pocket and unnoticed held my chin up, pulling my face closer to his.
I felt myself heat up as I attempted to avert my gaze. Unfortunately that wasn't an option since all I was able to see was him...
I might have never noticed that before but Kenny had a small amount of freckles sprinkled across his cheeks and nose. I hate to admit it but he looked cute.
Due to the situation at hand, I was forced to breathe in the scent of the blonde boy as his grin widened.
Kenny smelled like cheap colone you can buy at your local walmart and cigarettes. I could only be able to describe the smell as a modern version of 'James Dean: Rebel Without a Cause'.
As much as I'd like to deny it, I liked it.
My eyes travelled from focus to focus as I tried to avoid his glare, eventually locking eyes with him.
I could not for the love of god even try to describe what I felt when I stared into his forget-me-not colored eyes that were slightly bloodshot. The only thing I was able to hear was the sound of my own heartbeat pulsating in my neck and ears.

I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, letting the air gush out of my lungs like a waterfall. I rolled my eyes at him and scoffed, putting my palm on his face and pushing the 'perv' away.
"Don't make me change my mind." I said sternly, glaring.
Kenny snickered and pulled away, giving me the most innocently fake smile he could manage. Although, I could still tell by his eyes that he was up to something.
"I'll be waiting tomorrow, behind the gate." he confirmed and began to walk down the steps of my front porch.
The faint ring in my ears was still present as I saw him jump over the fencing around my house. As he was about to leave he glanced back at me and threw a confident smirk my way.
With that, he was gone.
It felt as if the events of this conversation were a dream as they kept replaying in my head over and over again. I closed my eyes as I leaned myself against the door once again.

What the fuck was that feeling?
What if I'm sick?
It really felt like a fever.
Fuck my life.
I groaned and buried my face in my hands, sliding down the door, ending in a sitting position, knowing that I might have just made the biggest mistake of my short, teenage life.