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Riding Darry’s tattoo <3

“Baby,” Darry breathes. His hands rest above his head per your request.

“Shut up, Dar,” you reply breathily. “‘M busy.”

He groans, watching the way your bare cunt lips leave a slick trail of arousal across his happy trail. You had asked for this when you had sleepily woken up, needy and craving the touch of your boyfriend. You had shaken him awake, whining about how wet you were. The sliver of skin that his shirt had revealed when it had ridden up looked oh so appetizing— his abs, the trail of hair leading down to the place you like most. The way his tattoo seemed to beg for a nice, tight pussy to rub on it. You couldn’t resist.

Darry bites his lower lip. His face is flushed a dusty pink.

“You’re killin’ me, sweetheart.”

You smile, scraping your nails against the flesh of his chest. He feels so perfect on your achy clit, your head tilting back in carnal pleasure.

“God,” you sigh, the words bordering on a whine. “You feel so good, baby.”

“Could make you feel even better with my hands,” he muses. His tongue probes at his bottom lip as he takes in the sight of your nightgown falling off of your shoulders, your breasts spilling out of the silky fabric. “You’re so beautiful. Fuckin’ gorgeous.”

You whimper, your pussy clamping down on nothing. You miss his cock, his fingers and tongue. But you know that you’ve started something you have to finish.

“Aww,” Darry coos, watching the way you seem to slick even more on him. “You like that, huh?”

“Dar,” you warn, though his voice makes your stomach tighten.

He disobeys one of your commands. His big hands move to your hips, squeezing the soft skin in between his fingers. He rocks you harder on him.

“Yeah, there you go,” he murmurs, eyes wide as he watches your mouth fall open. You let out a loud, desperate moan. “That’s my girl.”

“Feels so good..”

You cry on him, giving in and letting him take the lead. You bury your face into his shoulder as his hips thrust up against you.

“I know,” and then, “let’s get you to cum, yeah? Let’s get you there… ‘n then you’re gonna ride somethin’ other than my tattoo, angel.”

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[perfctvelvet]

hi!! saw ur post abt ur request being dry so im chiming in..

ok so, how abt one with kendall jenner which on a very boring day in, she asks her girlfriend to take pics of her bc she needs to update her feed on ig. after many pics taken kendall asks her girlfriend to now start filming and when she does she starts undressing for the camera.

this is just a base ideia you can definitely work your way around it and have fun with it!!

Taking Pictures of You; Kendall/Reader

Content: 2nd POV. Established relationship, recording/sex tape, oral sex, fingering.

The floor of your bedroom was littered with boxes. PR boxes from luxury companies, and some you never even heard of, were everywhere. Usually Kendall's team was responsible for getting her her packages (in a more neat manner too), but it was a Saturday afternoon with just the two of you in the house.

"I told you not to wait until the last minute to do this," you poke at her.

You were in the living room, minding your business with a book you'd given up on resting on your chest while you searched for something for something to watch. Kendall came into the living room and she had that look on her face. She looked stressed to the point she seemed pained. You knew something was wrong, but you thought something was really wrong until she uttered the words, "I'm behind on posting."

Sometimes you found everything about her life a little ridiculous. You couldn't help but let out a little laugh before composing yourself. This has happened time and time before in relationship. She has an obligation, but because it isn't one a large contractual obligation, she puts it off until the last minute. At this point you considered yourself a pro at helping her figure out these situations. So instead of watching something on Netflix, you were in your bedroom trying to help her out.

"Okay, I've separated everything into two piles; instagram posts and instagram stories."

"You know you didn't have to unbox everything at once right?"

"Well, I wanted to see what was sent!"

She was like a kid on Christmas with all of her presents. You rummaged through the 'instagram stories' pile and it was just a hodgepodge of things. She was sent things from brand collaborations of celebrities she hasn't even said more than three words to. Some of the brands were familiar and from friends, but everything else seemed so random.

"Don't worry about that stuff babe. I wanna try this on."

You turn around to see her holding up a sheer Alaia dress. Kendall looks at it with pure adoration in her eyes, and you yourself were no longer interested in the other stuff that was sent to her. You needed to see her in that.

"Should I try it on first?"

"Yes," you say a little too quickly. She laughs at how eager and interested you are now, but she knows that you like to see her all dressed up.

The loungewear comes off, and soon her body is adorned in body-hugging, black viscose. Underneath is just a lacy thong. She took her hair out of the ponytail, let it come down over her shoulders. She looks too good for just an instagram post.

"Make up or no make up?"

"I think you look perfect, honey."

"Well, I should at least do blush."

She finishes making herself more "presentable" to be posted, but you love the juxtaposition of her in something so gorgeous with a bare face. She promises not to over do it, only dusting her cheeks with a light pink blush. Moments later and she's ready for you to resume your role as her unofficial photographer.

Kendall poses right in front of the big window in your bedroom; the light coming in and hitting her in the best way possible. The sun was still high in the sky and you could feel its rays warming your skin as you stand in front of her. Your appearance on her instagram page was always subtle, but you couldn't help the fact that your shadow was in the photos.

"Lets come by the window," she directed you. She knew what she was doing, but over the years you've gotten accustomed to what angles she liked the best.

You viewed her through the LED screen of your phone but glanced up a few times at her to see just how beautiful she is. You're sure some of your photos are duds because you're distracted by her instead of focusing on taking the pictures. Your camera roll is probably filled with nearly 50 photos of her before she asks you to start film.

"I want a close up of the dress. Let everyone see the details." The camera picks up on those little details she wants everyone to see. It captures the quality of the material and her skin underneath. "Okay, now back up a little."

Kendall turns around when you frame her just right. She knows what she's doing directing you behind the camera and herself in front. She unattached the clasp at the top of the neck and begins to peel the fabric off of her body to reveal her bare back and a peak of the thong sitting on her hips. You're in awe, but not shocked seeing as Kendall is no stranger in taking advantage of your "personal photographer" role as her girlfriend. She peaks over her shoulder and cups her breast before turning around to face the camera. You step back and you record her standing there in nothing but a lacy thong and the dress near her feet.

"This one going on instagram too?" You ask coyly behind the camera.

“Yeah right,” she jokes before stepping closer to you. Her whole account would be taken down if she were to post what you two were going to do.

The camera keeps recording while she kisses you. Your fingers ghost against her bare skin and she sighs into the kiss. You wanted to break the kiss, just to be able to set the camera down, but she couldn’t pull away from you. The phone nearly fell out of your hands as the kiss grew intensely. It wasn’t until you forced yourself away from her soft lips to put the camera down on the table where both of your bodies were in perfect view.

“I could kiss you forever,” you give a soft kiss to her cheek. “But, I really want to taste you,” you confess.

She smiles at you in excitement and the ache between her legs grow. Your confession gets her to crawl onto the bed and spread her legs for you. That little thong barely contains her pussy. You can see the beads of her arousal on her skin and seeping through the white material. She looked good enough to eat and you were determined to get a taste.

You crawl onto the bed and in between her legs. Kendall keeps them wide open for you while your finger tips graze against her inner thighs. Each time you drag them down her thighs, you move up and inch closer to her sex. She inhales deeply and holds her breath as she anticipates you giving her what she wants. She knows you like to tease her before your fully giving in and lapping at her pussy, and today is no different.

Kendall hooks her finger around her thong and pulls them to the side to expose herself to you. It was her way of saying c’mon baby, stop teasing already. You thought you were stronger to give into that, but seeing her bare and spread out for you had you seeing stars. You can’t help but rip the dainty thong off her of her just to have her fully naked for you. You grab her thighs and spread her wide open, her lips moving in the process and hole spreading. Hours and hours could be spent between these divine legs and it still wouldn’t be enough.

You tease Kendall’s opening, a single finger only pushing into almost two inches before you pull out. You look up at her and can see how annoyed she looks. You tilt your head at the phone recording everything to remind her of it’s presence.

“You don’t want everyone to see you being a brat, or do you?”

Usually the videos you film are on a more secure device so no one would be able to see. But, Kendall’s pussy clenches around your finger after warning her. She would never, ever want your private moments to be exposed, when she thinks about it in a fantasy world it makes her wet.

Her silence gives you the green light to keep teasing her. She’s soaking now having gotten herself all worked up trying on clothes for you. Her attempt to tease you ended up turning herself on.

“Should I have a little taste?”

“Yes, baby, please!” Kendall begs. She thinks about your tongue sliding against her clit and she shivers. Unfortunately for her you weren’t so willing to give it to her so easily. You felt like teasing her some more.

“Hmm. I don’t know if I’m ready yet. Maybe we should change positions?”

Kendall stops herself from complaining. Patiences it’s going to get her what she wants (and she knows you won’t be able to resist her for too long). You ask her to get on all fours and she listens. She’s facing the camera, staring into the lens as you bend over behind her and kiss her cheek. “Make sure you don’t hide your pretty face,” you warn. You don’t want to rewatch the video later and see her burying her face into the bed sheets no matter how good it feels. She nods affirmatively and you reward her with another kiss, this time on her back. Your kisses move lower and lower until you reach her ass. You palm the soft flesh before spreading them apart. This time you couldn’t resist how good her sweet pussy looked and you gave into the desire to taste her. Kendall almost shuts her eyes as she moans, but she reminds herself at the last second to keep them open.

Her clit is pulsing against your tongue and you can’t help but suck on it give it some relief. Poor Kendall must’ve been horny all day and only bothered you as a way to get you to play with her. You were more than happy to give her want she wants, sucking harder on her clit. Your mouth makes the nastiest, lewdest noises against her twat. Her arousal flows out of her and covers your tongue. She was so wet that it was easy to slide your thumb in her aching pussy while you sucked her clit. How she was able to keep herself up on all four was nothing short of a miracle. But, if you keep this up she’s going to collapse against the bed soon.

She’s very obedient, keeping her eyes locked with the camera as you eat her needy cunt.

“Fuck baby! Your mouth feels so good,” she whines loudly just for the camera. The mix of pussy eating and moans is so beautiful to you. Your body feels like it’s on fire from so much want. However you’re able to find relief as you hump the pillow while you eat her out.

It’s not long before your pretty girl is shaking and cumming against your mouth. You make sure to lick up each drop of arousal that seeps out of her. You hum against her pussy one last time before her legs start to give away. She grips the bedsheets, but never once does she dip her head down and hide away.

[bjtch-craft]

"You're into dudes?"

Darry Jenner x Male! Reader

SFW!!♡

☆ Summary: After a laundry mix-up, [Name] meets a boy named Darry, whom he quickly catches feelings for, and in return for the mixup, Darry invites the boy to a frat party.

☆ Request: Yes or No

☆ Word count: 1,835

☆ Genre: Fluff☆♡

☆ Warnings: None! (At least I don't think so.)

Read the sequel here!!!! :)

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[Name] waltzed down the compacted hall of his dorm holding a basket of laundry he was supposed to pick up about two hours ago. He’d ran out of his class the minute it was over and ran into the building's basement in fear his clothes would smell like mildew and/or begin to mold. Luckily, someone had tossed all of his shit in the dryer.

A discman was clipped into his belt and a pair of headphones were draped around his head blasting some song his roommate had burned onto the disc. He bobbed his head to the beat, opened the door to his dorm, and tossed the basket on the floor taking off his Discman and headphones he tossed them onto the table that sat in the corner of the small room. He then grabbed the basket and began to sort through them.

“Huh… I don’t remember owning a yellow ringer” he thought out loud.

Several items in the basket looked extremely unfamiliar… wait no not just a couple, but every item looked unfamiliar.

“Oh, god these aren't mine!”

He dumped the contaminants of the basket onto the floor and looked through them, sorting through pink jockey shorts, jeans, and…

“Pink boxers” [Name] giggled.

He held them in his hand and flipped the waistband inside out.

“Darius… do I know Darius? They probably have my shit!”

[Name] got up and made his way over to his phone that lay on the desk. He flipped it open and punched in his roommate's number. It rang for a second or two until he answered.

“What’s up?”

“Hey um, do you know a Darius in this building? Our clothes got mixed up and I found his name on some of them!”

“I think so? I’m pretty sure there’s a boy down the hall by that name. His door has that dry-erase board.”

“Thanks, dude!”

[Name] put the clothes back into the basket and made his way out the door down the hall until he found the door his roommate had described. Balancing the basket in one hand, he knocked on the door, and the teeter tottered on his feet, waiting for the door to open.

“Who is it?”

“Hey I think our laundry got mixed up” [Name] called back.

The door opened slowly revealing the person behind the voice.

“I asked who it was, '' he said, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“I’m [Name] I live down the hall from you and I took your clothes by accident!”

The boy looked behind his shoulder before stepping into the room and pointing at the basket that sat in the middle of his dorm.

“Is this yours then?”

[Name] hesitated before stepping into the room, walking toward the basket, and kneeling before it.

“Yeah, this is my stuff!”

“Good! Um, my name's Darry, by the way,” Darry called as he dragged his basket into the room.

“Well, I’m sorry for the mixup.”

“Uh, no worries dude… oh shit I hung up a couple of your clothes in the closet.”

[Name] sat the basket down and walked towards the grey metal cabinet that the college had called a fucking closet. Darry walked into the room and stood back as [Name] stood on his tip toes and pulled the shirts off the hanger. Darry couldn’t help but peek at [Name] not in a creepy way (at least not in his eyes) but innocently he was you know just looking at him he had no ill intent behind the stare.

He watched as the hem of his shirt lifted, revealing a small bit of skin his eyes traveled lower from his back to his…

“Hey um, are you doing anything this weekend?” Darry asked, fixing his hair with his hands.

Name walked toward the basket and dumped his shirts in before looking at Darry.

“No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“Well, there’s a party this weekend and as a thank-you gift for returning my clothes I thought I could invite you!”

[Name] shifted his weight on his feet ``Yeah I think I can make it!'

He picked up his basket and began walking out the door “Cute jockey shorts by the way pink is so your color!”

Darry stood there, his face turning a light pink out of embarrassment as [Name's] giggle echoed throughout the hall as he walked away.

The days turned to night, and the nights turned to day, and eventually, the night of the dumbass frat party had appeared. Darry and [Name] had been talking to each other over the past couple of days, leading up to the party, and had slowly gotten closer.

The two boys walked up the steps that led into the frat house that surely would reek of sweat, musk, weed, and beer. As they walked up the steps, [Name] looked at one of the brothers who was slumped over in a chair next to the door and passed out drunk.

“Jesus, didn’t the party start an hour ago?” [Name] questioned?

“Pre-gaming.”

“A little too hard.”

They walked into the building, which for sure held many regrets and secrets. Darry and [Name] pushed and shoved through people as they entered the ground floor and looked around.

“Do you want a drink?” Darry asked, scratching the nape of his neck.

[Name] nodded his head, and Darry told him to wait there as he headed off to look for the drinks. [Name] looked around, staring at all the buzzed people who were either dancing to the music or screaming over it.

[Name] took this second of lonesomeness to himself and thought about Darry. He had barely known him for less than a week, and he had already developed feelings for the boy.

Darry walked through the frat and pushed himself into a crowded kitchen that had already been mostly trashed. Beer bottles littered the counter tops as well as red solo cups, and the smell of weed hung over the room like a thick fog. Darry made his way toward an ice chest, flipped it open, pulled out two bottles, and began walking back.

“Darry?”

Darry turned around and saw his sister walking towards him, her hands placed on her hips.

“Hey, sis! I um gotta go!” Darry said as he tried to move quickly through the mob of people.

Trish quickly caught up to him, grabbed him by his sleeve, and pulled him back into the kitchen.

“I thought you weren’t into the parting scene? Especially because you live off campus. And who invited you” Darry questioned.

“Connections,” Trish responded. “Who’s the other drink for Dar?”

“A friend. I met him a couple of days ago.”

“Aww, you have a little boyfriend, Darry?” Trish teased.

Darry stood there silent, his face starting to flush as his sister's jaw dropped.

“Oh. My. God! Are you guys like fu-”

“No! No! Not my boyfriend. I don't like dudes… I think?”

Trish shifted her weight on her feet, examining her younger brother.

“You’re into dudes?”

“I don’t know! He is cute, but he's got me all confused!”

“Can I meet him?”

“No. And anyways he’s waiting for me so… bye.”

Darry turned around and pushed back into the sea of people, Trish looking at him with a confused look. Darry entered where he had left [Name] and looked around for a second in fear that the boy got up and left.

But no. [Name] sat on the bottom step of the staircase that led up to the second floor, his chin, in his palm as he looked at the floor. Darry rushed toward him and plopped down next to him.

“Where’d you go? I was starting to miss you.”

“Sorry I ran into my sister, and she - never mind here. I don’t know what you like, so I grabbed the first thing I saw.”

Darry handed the glass bottle to the boy and smiled at him unknowingly giving [Name] a certain feeling in his gut.

“Oh shit do you need a bottle opener?”

[Name] shook his head, lifted his shirt, and used his belt buckle to remove the bottle cap. [Name] let out a small chuckle and smiled at Darry as he handed him his bottle, and he did the same and handed the bottle back to Darry.

“Cheers,” Darry asked, holding the bottle out.

“Cheers!”

Clink! After a few drinks (more than a few, Like way more.) Darry and [Name] were fucked. The two boys stumbled down the steps bumping into each other, their arms around each other's shoulders.

“H-heyy Dar” [Name] asked, slurring each word.

“Yeah?”

“D-do- Hic! Do you want to stay the night in my dorm? My roommate's gone, and I don’t want to be alone… and drunk!”

“Sure~!”

They stumbled through the college campus and into the building that they lived in nearly eating shit multiple times on the way there. They drunkenly walked through the hallway that led toward [Names] dorm, their arms still around each other's shoulders for support.

[Name] opened the door, and they pushed themselves into the small room. [Name] grabbed Darry’s hand, led him to his bed, and pulled him onto it. There was a moment of silence between them… a tension of some sort as they looked at each other.

Darry’s usually neat middle part had become disheveled and stuck out here and there. [Name] reached out and ran his fingers through the messy sections, combing it back to its neat form.

“Your hair is so… soft~.”

Darry looked at [Name], examining him as if he had never seen another boy in his life… or at most one that made him feel this way. Darry chewed on the inside of his lip and stared at [Name] his own face turning pink.

“[Name]?”

“Hm?”

“D-do you have a girl?”

A smile crept onto [Name’s] face, and he gently tilted his head at Darry looking up at him.

“Who said I’m into girls” [Name] said smoothly.

Darry smiled at him, his face turning even pinker as several thoughts ran through his brain. [Name] placed a hand on the right side of his face.

“Are you… into me~?” Darry asked.

“Maybe?”

[Name] placed a soft kiss on Darry’s cheek and pulled back, smiling at him.

“Lips?”

[Name] giggled“You’re cute!”

“Well, are you?”

“Maybe… later?”

Darry frowned at [Name] as he adjusted himself so he was lying next to the wall. He gently patted the spot next to him. Darry fills in the space next to him and lies on his back, drumming his hands on his chest as [Name] lies facing the wall. A million thoughts rushed through his mind once again, but the main one was about his feelings toward the boy next to him.

“Cold.”

“Hm,” Darry hummed in response.

“I’m cold…”

“Oh…”

Darry adjusted his position, his chest to [Name’s] back as he wrapped an arm around the other boy, pulling him in closer.

“Better,” Darry asked?

“Mhm.”

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Authors note!

In my active era? But I rewatched Jeeper Creepers (pirated it because fuck that director) and immediately after crawled to this app only to see ZERO stories. Also, look at this man, y'all, my knees weak... been on them too long for him. Also, I'm now just realizing how short this is. HOW TF WAS THIS 6 PAGES LONG ON DOCS???

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Kylie Jenner -- "The Babysitter" (Part 1)

Kylie Jenner x fem reader/oc

Summary: Who would have thought that anwering to a babysitter job offer for the summer to a unknown family would let to meeting someone that would move your world.

Words: 4007

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(It´s not really well written but it´s something)

POV You

Relax Y/n, this is just a job interview. Just a job interview, just a job interview, just a job interview. I repeat myself over and over again inside my head. I pull up my metallic blue 2021 Jeep Wrangler two-door in front of the security fence and roll down the window.

XY: Good morning.- the guy from the booth greets me, with a tablet in his hand and stands next to the window. -Your name and the name of the person you are coming to visit please.- he asks me and I give it to him quickly.

Y/n: Y/n Brown Davis and I don't know who I come to see honestly.- I answer a little embarrassed. -They called me for an interview and they only told me to come here and to go to house number 2432.- I explain watching him nod and type on the screen.

XY: You're on the list.- he confirms and takes a weight off my shoulders. -See if you turn right at the second exit and continue straight for about five minutes, You will find the house right away.- he explains to me and I thank him enormously.

He gets away from the car and opens the fence for me, letting me pass into the urbanization. I follow the instructions he has given me, seeing the mansions on both sides of the street and thinking about which celebrities will live in those houses. 

I know that some of the Kardashian Jenner family live in this neighborhood, but I don't know where their houses are and I don't really care much either. I'm not a big fan of them, I only watch the reality show when it happens to be on and little else. But my older sister is the opposite, she loves the reality and everything that has to do with that family.

I come from a family that has money, enough to live comfortably with some luxury; but not because of an inheritance or something like that. 

My mother is one of the best surgeons in all of England, working both publicly and privately; so she earns good money. My father is an architect and engineer, so he also earns well, but less than my mother. My parents have always told me that I have to win my money, that I can't be depending on them and that I have to start having work experience.

My parents are both English, my mother was born in Manchester and my father in Surrey. Both my older sister Olivia and I were born in the London Hospital. My sister is 25 years old and she is 6 years older than me, since I am just going to turn 19 in two months.

But now I live in Los Angeles, because I won a soccer scholarship at UCLA and I couldn't turn it down. But my first year in architecture is about to end, the summer holidays were approaching and I had decided to get my first summer job. 

I had spent three weeks looking for some job news or something that was appropriate to what I can do and in which I had a minimum of experience.

But since it was my first job, I didn't have much experience in anything. But I saw an offer about being a babysitter and I had experience in that. Maybe not officially through a contract, but when I was 15, 16 and 17 years old I worked to take care of the children of some neighbors for almost three years. So I had some experience, so I sent an email with my resume and information and a week ago they contacted me.

In that email only the date and time of the interview appeared, along with the address and house number. My parents were somewhat insecure when I told them about it, since they usually put a reference name and there was none in mine. 

So they were not very sure and they were a little nervous. But I assured them that because of the area it was in, it would surely be because it was someone important and they didn't wanted to give the address to anyone.

When I get to the house, I stop and look out the window at the beautiful mansion in front of me. I park the car on the sidewalk and get out of it, locking it. Although it's probably not really necessary takin acount the money that tis mansions costs. 

I walk nervously up the long driveway, noticing the flowers and decorations on the driveway.

I stop in front of the door, taking a deep breath and making sure my clothes are okay. I had decided on something simple and casual for the interview. 

Black and white checkered pants, with a black short-sleeved bodysuit and white platform All-stars, with a small black bag for the car, house, wallet and mobile keys.

I take another deep breath and ring the doorbell of the house. I quickly run my hands through my hair, making sure my light brown hair is neat and not completely tousled. The door opens, letting me see a woman in her 30s or so with a friendly smile on her face.

XX: Do you want something? - she asks me kindly.

Y/n: I have an interview here. - I answer a little nervous. -My name is Y/n Brown and I come for the babysitter interview.- I inform and I see how she nods in understanding.

XX: Come in and wait here for a moment please.- she tells me letting me enter the house and closing the door to disappear around the house.

I just look at the marble stairs in front of me, looking at the entire entrance with fascination and taking in the architectural details. 

I get out of my impression, when the same woman comes back and asks me to follow her. I quickly do so and walk almost on his heels and playing with my hands nervously.

XX: Come in.- she says opening a door for me and giving me another smile.

Y/n: Thank you.- I thank you and enter the room, seeing immediately that it is an office.

Kris: Good morning.- she greets me and I am surprised by the person in front of me, but I prevent the surprise from being external. "Please sit down." she offers me, pointing to one of the seats on the other side of where she is sitting at her table.

Y/n: Good morning.- I greet with a kind smile; sitting where she just pointed me out.

Kris: First of all I want to ask you some personal questions, okay? - she asks seriously, but with some kindness and I nod. -In your curriculum it says that you are from London, that you are 18 years old and that you are here for your studies, right? - she asks and I nod again.

Y/n: I was born in London and I study at UCLA with a full scholarship for my sports skills.- I inform her, watching her nod and write something on a piece of paper.

Kris: And what are you studying and why did they give you the scholarship? - she asks me looking at me over her glasses.

Y/n: I study architecture and I have a sports scholarship for soccer.- I answer with a small smile.

Kris: Being English, I need to know if there was any problem with the student visa or something like that.- she tells me and I swallow a bit nervously.

Y/n: There would be no problem, since before coming I studied and got dual nationality: so I have English and American nationality. - I explain, seeing how she points something again and reads something else.

Kris: In your resume you say you've worked three years as a babysitter.- read and I nod. -Because of that do you think you are more qualified than another person to take care of four children? - I wonder and I almost open my eyes surprised; I thought it would be one or two children.

Y/n: I don't think it's so much about being more qualified than someone else, with all the respect in the world. I think it's more of something vocational, if you don't like children, no matter how qualified you are, you will never give everything at work and that is something very important from my point of view. - I begin to answer her. -It is very likely that there are many other people more qualified than a girl of almost 19 years, who has only cared for two children for three years and who does not have an experience of 10 years as surely many other people will.- I say seeing how she stares at me. -But I love children, I enjoy taking care of them and it is a job in which it is never the same every day.- I commented and I see how she writes something more. - In addition to the fact that the number is not so important, if you are able to handle two; You can handle more and in a very effective way with some tricks. - I finish telling her and I see how she nods.

Kris: The vacancy would be for specific dates and on weekdays during the summer.- she informs me and I simply nod. -What availability do you have? - she asks me, bringing the pen closer to the paper.

Y/n: All?- I ask more than I answer. -In a week I finish the semester, the university league ended a week ago and I have the rest of the summer completely free.- I explain and she notes something.

Kris: If we went on vacation, would you be available to come and take care of the children wherever we went?- she ask me and I nod immediately, work and paid holidays? Who would say no to that.

Y/n: If the contract stipulates that then yes,of course I will.- I answer as professionally as I can.

Kris: If that was the case, we would pay for both the flight and the accommodation and more.- she informs me and I just nod without taking my eyes off her. -Okay, I'll discuss it with my daughter and I'll let you know the answer.- she comments getting up and I do too.

Y/n: I'll be attentive to the phone.- I inform her with a smile and shaking the hand that she offers me. -By the way, you have a completely impressive hall from an architectural point of view and it's beautifull.- I praise and she smiles hugely at me.

Kris: Thank you very much.- she thanks me walking towards the main door with me behind. -Thank you for coming and pay attention to the phone.- she tells me as a farewell, once I am at the entrance and out of the house.

Y/n: Thank you, Mrs. Jenner, it has been a pleasure and I'm glad I was able to have this interview. - I say gratefully and say goodbye walking back to my car.

As I walk to my car, I just wait for them to call me so I can call my parents to tell them I've gotten my first job. I'm sure they will be incredibly proud of me as it opens my first job alone and without any connection; like taking care of the neighbours' children.

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I had been working as a babysitter for Kim Kardashian for a month, Kris called me the next day and asked me to come to her house again. When I returned the next day, she was waiting for me with Kim in her office and a contract ready for me to sign.

The kids are amazing, North has moments where she acts a bit like a diva and is usually a bit difficult. But you just have to let her have a little tantrum and she immediately listens to you. 

In addition to the fact that the three little ones stick to me, they listen to me right away and are very calm. So I don't have many problems with them.

I'm usually with them from 8 in the morning, while Kim works from her office or goes out to work; until 6,7 or 8 in the afternoon. There are also a few days, when I stay over and Kim can go out or relax with the family without worrying about her children.

I knew everyone in the family except for Kylie, Rob, Kanye, and Caitlyn; since when I have been with the family they had not been and we had not coincided.

But from those I knew, I could tell that many of the things they say about them are completely untrue and that they are incredible people. Today was Saturday and I had the day off, since Kanye has the children this weekend and since they are separated I don't have to work.

I was lying on the bed completely exhausted, because last night after coming home from work I went out with some college friends and I had had a little to drink.

I had come home around 7 in the morning, drunk and with a slice of pizza in my hand. So I had not planned to wake up early or at least not before 4 in the afternoon. 

But my rest is interrupted by my phone. I groan pulling my head out from under the pillow and reach over to pick up my phone from my nightstand. I put it to my ear and it's Kim.

She calls me to inform me that there has been a change in the holidays, the plane would take off on Monday at 8 in the morning and we would go to Mykonos for 1 week. But apparently the trip is early, so the plane takes off in two hours and I have a half hour drive to the airport. I thank her and quickly get out of bed.

I shower, leaving my wet brown hair to air dry and have a quick breakfast in twenty minutes. I put on a set of black underwear, a white Reebok tracksuit, with a short-sleeved top by Ralph Lauren and white Nike air force ones.

I put the clothes and the things I was missing in the suitcase and close it. I pick up the black Vans backpack, putting some tissues, a bottle of water, a headache pill, disinfectant wipes, my glasses, my sunglasses, my wallet, my passport, and a sweatshirt just in case.

I close everything and with my cell phone and house keys I run to my car. I dump all my stuff in the passenger seat, climbing in on the driver's side and putting it into gear right away. I drive as responsibly as possible, but trying to arrive as soon as possible so as not to be late.

When I make it to the airport, I park the car and put on my sunglasses so that my head doesn't hurt even more. I walk as fast as possible to where Kim had told me to, repositioning the strap of my backpack every two seconds and dragging the four-wheeled suitcase.

In the distance I see one of Kim's bodyguards, who signals to me and as soon as I stop next to him, he asks for my suitcase. I give it to him and he asks me to follow him to the private plane that Kim and the kids are on. I climb the stairs to the plane, immediately hearing the screams of the children and making my head hurt.

North: Y/n! - I hear her scream and how she hugs me by the waist.

Y/n: Good morning North.- I greet her, returning the hug as best I can due to the height.

North: Come play with us.- she says pulling my hand down the aisle of the plane.

Kim: Northie leaves Y/n alone for a few seconds and sit down, the plane will take off right away.- she tells her daughter, who immediately complains and starts a tantrum.

Y/n: Pay attention to your mother, the sooner you sit down the sooner we'll take off and the sooner we can get up to play.- I tell her and like lightning she sits in one of the seats.

I help Kim by getting the kids into the seats and making sure they're strapped in. I sit to the right of Chicago and Saint, while North sits across from Kim and Pslam sits on her mother's lap.

Kim: I'm sorry I called you and that you won't have yuor free weekend.- she comments and as I pay attention to her.

Y/n: It's okay, last-minute changes happen and it's common.- I answer with a smile, taking a pill from my backpack and drinking it with water.

Kim: Fun night?- she questions me with some interest.

During this last month, Kim has been very kind and we have a good personal relationship. She is an incredible person and since she is divorcing Kanye spends more time alone at home and I'm there. So we talk a lot and we are quite confident.

Y/n: Quite a lot.- I answer with a little laugh. - I arrived around 7 in the morning and I had barely fallen asleep when you called me.- I commented with a small smile, looking at the little ones and then at her again.

Kim: I'm really sorry.- she apologizes again, but I make a gesture with my hand and dismiss it as important. -Kanye has canceled his weekend, so my mother thought it would be better to bring it forward so the kids don't notice it.- she tells me and I nod in understanding.

Y/n: It doesn't bother me at all.- I assure her, since she has a lot on her and I don't want to make her think that it has bothered me or something, and feel guilty about it.

A few seconds later I start to entertain Saint and Chicago who call me, so they don't start complaining and give me a terrible headache. Five minutes later, a little girl runs into the plane and approaches Chicago.

Kim: Stormi, what are you doing? - she asks the girl and I already know whose name it is.

Kylie: Mom has changed planes for us.- I hear how someone responds, but I am only able to help the girl get on with her cousins and I hear how they talk without any sense, making Saint look at me begging.

I listen as the grown girls talk quietly in the background. I stretch out my arms to Saint and sit him on my lap, watching how the little ones fit better and I help Stormi put on her seatbelt.

Kim: And this is Y/n, the babysitter we'll have in the summer.- I hear how she says and as soon as I hear my name I pay attention to the adults. -Y/n this is the youngest of all, Kylie Jenner.- she introduces us and I get up with Saint in my arms and stretch out my hand towards her.

Y/n: A pleasure.- I greet and she shakes my hand with a small smile.

Kylie: So you're the amazing new babysitter for Kim.- she says when we separate our hands and I take the opportunity to greet Kris with a little hug.

Y/n: I think so.- I say with a small smile, sitting back in the chair and tying Saint and me with my seatbelt.

Kim: It's a shame that it's only mine during the summer.- she comments and I look at her curiously.

Kylie: And why is that? - she asks sitting in front of me and tying her own belt.

Kim: Because she knows how to control the tantrums of that onw over there.- she responds pointing to her eldest daughter.

North: Hey that's very rude.- she tells his mother looking at her badly. "I don't throw tantrums and I find it ridiculous that..." she starts to shout and I clear my throat making her shut up inmediatelly.

Kim: See, not even I have achieved that since she was born.- she says pointing to what just happened.

Kris: You did well to listen to me honey.- she says to her daughter sitting on my right side, across the aisle and in front of Kim.

The adults quickly change the conversation, as soon as it is safe to remove the seat belts me and the children go to the back to play. So I start playing with everyone, being very careful with Pslam since he is still small and can do damage.

Kylie POV

I stare at the girl in the back with my nephews and daughter, as I process what just happened with my niece. About how just by clearing her throat, North has stopped complaining to her mother and immediately shut up.

Kylie: How the hell did she made it? - I ask completely impressed.

Kim: I don't even know.- she answers looking at her children with a smile. -But I don't know what I'm going to do without her when the summer ends.- she tells me and I look at her confused.

Kylie: And why is that? - I ask curiously.

Kim: Because she's covering the summer shift and Nicole and Sara will come back to work in September.- she answers me with a little grimace. -Besides that she has to go back to university.- I commented and I looked at her surprised.

Kylie: University?- I ask with surprise, since she seems young but I didn't expect her to go to college yet.

Kris: Yes, honey.- she answers me with a small laugh. -She studies architecture.- she tells me and I nod processing the information.

Kylie: But how old is she, because I thought she would be 16 or 17.- I comment and they both laugh.

Kris: She's 19 and this September she'll start her second year of architecture.- she says and I look back at the incredibly attractive girl.

Kim: In addition to the fact that she is in the women's soccer team of her college and has a full scholarship for it. - she informed me and I nod, without stopping looking at the girl and paying attention to every possible detail of her.

Kylie: I'm impressed.- I comment sincerely.

Kim: Well, you will be even more so during the trip, because when you see how she is with the kids and how they listen to her immediately.- she comments and I look at her for a few seconds.

My gaze turns to Y/n, paying attention to the clear abs of her body that the t-shirt exposes and the perfection of her face. How her wavy brown hair falls over her shoulders and back. Her sharp jawline is exposed when she pulls her hair into a high ponytail, exposing her strong, feminine jawline.

I detail her for the rest of the flight, trying to hide it as much as possible and prevent my mother and sister from noticing. I don't want my sisters to find out that i'm checking out Y/n and spend the rest of the trip laughing at me for it. 

So I try to be discreet while I look at her, feeling a certain pull in my stomach when I see her bite her lip or run her tongue over her thin but perfect and plump lips.

Those lips that call you to savor them and kiss them until your lips are sore. To kiss them until you feel like you'll faint from lack of air, until you feel like your lips will droop and you lose the feeling of reality.

I have never felt so attracted to a woman as i am right now. Yes, I am capable of appreciating the beauty of a woman, in a platonic and non-sexual or romantic way. But I have to admit that she would made me do anything for her and not complain one bit. 

In addition to my clear attraction to her, I haven't had sex for a long time and when I say a lot, I mean a lot. So just by seeing her body and some of her gestures I'm already starting to get turned on.

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We need more fanfics of this man. I just know he whimpers

[mxdimitrescu]

Green-Eyed Monster

Synopsis: Kendall being the jealous girlfriend stakes her claim.

Genre: Fluff/Smut

Pairing: Kendall Jenner x GP!Kai Daniels

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Kendall

I growled as I eyed Kai who was at the bar getting drinks and chatting with other girls. She was laughing and threw her head back as if like one of those hoes said something funny. I groaned as I looked at the time and it's been 10 minutes since she left to the bar.

It was supposed to be our vacation, just me and her and well the family too. And the skanky hoes should know that Kai is mine.

I was knocked out of my thoughts when Kylie sat down besides me, holding True in her arms.

"So, you look like you're about to murder those girls," Kylie teased.

"I should. Those hoes are all over my girlfriend," I fumed.

"Then claim her," Kylie bluntly stated which made me whip my head to look at her in confusion.

Kylie noticed my expression and sighed while rolling her eyes and said, "Mark her. Go up there and show them that she's yours."

I smirked at the idea and stood up while leaning down to kiss True on the head, "Hi, baby girl, and thanks for the idea, Ky."

I soothed out my dark blue bathing suit and fixed my black cap and strutted toward to Kai and the hoes. In mid way, Kai turned and noticed me causing her jaw to drop at the sight of me, making me smirk. The other girls turned to see what Kai was looking at and glared at me.

I reached to Kai and put on a pout, "I've been waiting for you babe."

Kai sheepishly rubbed the back of her neck and said, "Sorry, Kenny. I was caught up in a conversation."

I smiled at her and moved to sit on her lap sideways with my arms wrapped around her neck.

I leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, "No worries, babe."

One of the hoes cleared her throat and glared at me, "Uh, who are you?"

I turned to look at her and gave her one of my fakest smile and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Ana Winters," She smirked at me while laying her hand on Kai's bicep, making me narrow my eyes at her hand.

"Well, I'm Kendall Jenner and keep your grubby paws off her now," I growled out.

"Why? She doesn't mind it," She shrugged like it was nothing.

"Well, she's my girlfriend so fuck off," I huffed.

"Yeah right," Ana scoffed and rolled her eyes while crossing her arms.

I smirked when an idea popped into my head and went into plan. I turned my position where I was now straddling Kai's waist and my arms were around her neck. I was taller than her in this position so I grabbed her face and pulled it upwards and leaned down to kiss her passionately.

I heard whistles and cheering Kylie who was shouting, "Yes! You go girl!" from couple feet away.

I smiled into the kiss as Kai moved her hands to palm my ass and gripped it tight as her tongue swiped my bottom lip to gain access. I granted her and her tongue immediately slithered inside my mouth and I moaned at the feeling of her. I heard a huff behind me but I couldn't be bothered to check to see if Ana was still there.

Soon, we broke the kiss to breath again and I leaned my forehead against hers with my eyes closed and a smile playing on my lips.

I felt Kai breathed on my lip and whispered, "So, what was that? Not that I don't mind it."

I opened my eyes to meet hers and growled slightly, "Well, you're mine and mine only. No girl should be talking to you."

Kai gave me one of her adorable crooked grin, "Don't worry, babe. I'm yours no matter what."

I grinned and started moving my hips against her causing her eyes to flutter and put her hands on my waist.

"Babygirl, what are you doing?" She husked out.

I leaned in and took her earlobe in my mouth and bit on it slightly, "Well, I'm horny, babe, and I want you to do something about it."

I felt Kai's member in her shorts started to harden making me grin and grind on her harder. She moaned and her eyes darkened with lust.

"Let's go, babygirl. I want to fuck you long and hard in our room," She huskily whispered into my ear causing me to whimper and nodded shakily.

I got off her lap while Kai stood up and adjusted her shorts to make sure her hard member was hidden. She grabbed my hand and we started walking toward to the hotel.

Along the way, I noticed that the rest of the family were with Kylie and True and we both waved at them.

"Where are you guys going?" Kris asked as she moved her sunglasses to the top of her head.

"I'm tired so me and Kai are going back to our room," I lied and she nodded.

"Well, remember that we're having dinner at 8 tonight," Kris said.

"Alright, bye Kris, bye guys," Kai spoke out as we walked to the hotel.

As we walked, I looked back to see Kylie smirking and mouthed, 'Have fun.'

I shook my head at her while grinning as we entered the hotel and got onto an available elevator. When the elevator doors closed, Kai suddenly pushed me into the wall and attacked my neck and collarbone with her lips causing me release a loud moan.

I can feel the developing of hickies on my neck as I tangled my hands in her hair and pulled slightly causing her to groan into my neck.

"God babygirl, I just want to stretch you out and fuck you nice and long and choke you hard baby," She growled into my ear which made me to moan at her statement as wetness began to pool in my bottom bathing suit.

The elevator dinged signaling us that we were on our floor so we got off and went straight for our room. Kai pushed me against our door and began kissing my neck while I fumbled the key to open the door. I finally managed to get the key inside while Kai tapped my thighs for me to wrap around her waist.

She wrapped her hand around my thighs as I opened the door behind me. She grinned at me, "Let's have fun."

I nodded at her with a smile on my face as we entered the room while kissing her and slammed the door behind her.

Soon, our bathing suits were strewn all over the room as we entered the bedroom where she laid me on the bed and she crawled in between my legs. I was impatient so I grabbed her member and placed it at my entrance.

"No foreplay. Just fuck me. Hard," I ordered her.

She just smirked at me and snapped her hips, effectively burrowing her member deep inside me. I shrieked then moaned at the feeling of her inside me. She began thrusting in and out while she placed her hand on my throat and closed slightly. I moaned at the feeling and dug my nails on her arm that held my neck.

I shrieked when Kai's member hit the spongy spot that doubled the pleasure. I started feeling my walls began to flutter around her member and began to whimper slightly.

"K-Kai, I'm almost close," I moaned quietly.

"Mmh baby, I'm close too," She whispered back while began rubbing my clit in a slow tight circle.

I can feel her member twitching, letting me know that she was close to release and my walls began to tighten. She increased the pace and with that and the clit simulation and hit my g-spot, it was enough for me to cum hard on her member.

"KAIII I shrieked as my back arched up as she grunted and filled me up with her jets of white cum.

She slowed the pace until she emptied everything inside me and fully stopped and laid herself on top of me which I don't mind. We stayed in that position until we felt like moving. I ran my hand through her hair as she nuzzled her face into my neck, giving pecks time from time.

After a while, she rolled off me onto her back which I moved to lay my head on her chest while she stroke my hair. I traced my finger against  her abs, drawing different designs and I spoke quietly, "D-do you love me?"

She stopped stroking my hair for a moment and moved to on her side to face me. She moved her hand to trace my jaw, "Babe, I'm in love with you. With your smile, your eyes, your personality, and most definitely your hot amazing body."

I rolled my eyes while smiling and pushed her affectionately causing her to chuckle and wrapped her arm around my waist to pull me in closer.

"Besides, I should be the one worried about you loving me. I mean, you're a model while I'm just an artist."

I soften at her admission and put my hand on her jaw and leaned in to peck her lips.

"Kai, you are an amazing artist. Your creativity is what drawn me to you plus it helped that your body is amazing," I teased causing Kai to laugh and pulled me close against her.

We stayed in bed, occasionally talking, giving kisses, and just staring in each other's eyes until it was 7pm and we have dinner at 8. So we got showered and dressed for the dinner with the family. We had fun with the family and soon time passed and it was 10pm.

We went to bed without our clothes on due to our laziness and tiredness. I cuddled into her and fell asleep to her loud snoring with a smile on my face.

[triviareads]

not to be a bitch but for the people saying Sebastian St. Vincent is your book boyfriend on the internet

a) are you sure you could handle him?

b) are you sure he wouldn't get bored of you in 10 seconds?

c) am I just really annoyed by the concept of a book boyfriend again?

[livingdreams97]

Kendall Jenner- "Yes". (Part 1)

Kendall Jenner x fem reader/oc

Summary: A funny Never Have I Ever turns out to be a prediction for the future of the two year relationship between Kendall and her girlfriend.

Words: 2994

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You POV

I am lying on the sofa in my apartment watching the new season of Grey's Anatomy. I was relaxing watching the second episode of the 17th season and eating some popcorn; when my phone rings, I frown in confusion since I didn't expect any important calls today, but I get up from the sofa anyway with all the laziness in the world and pick up the phone seeing that it's Hailey.

Hailz call 😝

- Hey Hailz, something wrong ? - I ask confused that she is calling me right now.

-Hey star.- greeted with some nervousness. -I have a situation in my house and I need your help.- she says and that confuses me more.

- Isn't Kendall supposed to be with you? - I ask listening to a very familiar laugh in the background.

- Yes, well, that's the situation I was talking about.- she answers me and that confuses me more . - Oh my god Kenny no.- she whispers and I frown when I hear that.

- I don't understand; weren't you supposed to record a video for your channel? - I ask walking to my room to put on some shoes.

- That has been the problem.- she tells me a little amused. -We have recorded the video playing Never have i ever with the new tequila that your girl has launched, and now she's too drunk.- she tells me and I laugh amused.

- And you laugh because you are happy too? - I ask receiving a sound in the form of confirmation.

- Yep.- she says laughing. - So you have to come look for her or I'll end up killing her.- she says laughing to later complain about something. -Now.- she says completely serious after she hears something break.

- Has she gone in her car?- I ask funny getting a yes in response. - I'll call an uber and I'll arrive in twenty minutes. – I inform her, earning a sound of affirmation.

-God, you don't know how much I appreciate it.- she says and then we say goodbye to hang up the call.

End call

I quickly go into the Uber app to call one, who will be at the door of the apartment in five minutes, and grab my bag from the chair. I look in the mirror seeing that my clothes are fine and I decide to take a picture of myself; and I upload it to my story.

As I did not plan to leave the house and be at home lying on the sofa; I was wearing comfortable clothes. I was wearing black sweatpants along with a black Nike short-sleeved top and white platform sneakers. I put the phone in my bag and walk towards the entrance of my apartment; taking the keys of the place and leaving closing the door with them. I then put them in my bag walking down the hall, calling the elevator while I comb my hair with my hand and look at myself in the reflection of the metal doors of the elevator.

I quickly realize that I don't have my mask on, so I run to my apartment to get it and wait for the elevator to still be on my floor when I leave the apartment. Once downstairs in the lobby, seeing what I assume is my Uber, I jump in, greeting the driver and giving him the address of Hailz and Justin's new house.

After twenty minutes in which I can only imagine what is happening at Hailz's house, the driver tells me that we have arrived and I thank him seeing the paparazzi outside the house. I sigh getting out of the car receiving questions from the photographers; along with the flashes and I look down so I don't go blind walking towards the door. I ring at the doorbell, waiting a few seconds when the door opens, Hailz looks at me with a smile, hugging me in greeting and closing the door behind us.

Hailey: It's a good thing you're here.- she says, wobbling a bit as she turns to face the front.

Y/n: are you okay?- I ask amused by her almost fall.

Hailey: I do, but I'm about to kill your girlfriend.- she answers turning to look at me over his shoulder. -He broke two lamps and almost pissed on my sofa.- she informes me and I laughed helplessly.

Y/n: I'm sorry for you.- I say without stopping laughing entering the house. -Nice house by the way.- I commented looking inside the new place.

Hailey: It's true, you hadn't been there yet!- she screams excitedly. -Come, I'll show you quickly.- she says, grabbing my hand and pulling it around the house.

After a fifteen minute tour of the impressive house, she takes me to the living room where I find my girlfriend lying upside down on the sofa and watching the last runway of the Victoria Secret Show; which was the one from 2018.

Y/n: I see her very calm.- I whisper so that only she can hear me, but before she says something in response I regret it.

Kendall: That's my girlfriend!! - she screams excitedly jumping off the sofa as soon as I appear on the screen modeling, she starts screaming and ends up falling to the ground.

Hailey: What were you saying.- she tells me looking at me with crossed arms and a raised eyebrow.

Y/n: I take it back.- I say laughing out loud and with a quick movement my girlfriend's head appears on the other side of the sofa like a meerkat.

Kendall: Bebee! - yells getting up quickly and running stumbling towards me.

Y/n: Ouch.- I say when my body hits the ground with her on top of me.

Kendall: Hello.- she says, appearing in my field of vision with the smile of an excited girl and sparkling eyes; probably because of the alcohol.

Hailey: Kenny, get up from your girlfriend, you're going to crush her.- she says amused by her friend's attitude and she quickly gets up scared.

Y/n: Don't scare her.- I say to my amused friend getting up from the ground.

Kendall: Hello.- she says again putting her face two centimeters from mine with the same emotion as before.

Y/n: Hello baby.- I greeted funny and she hugged me by the neck trying to kiss me, but the kiss didn't happen thanks to the mask.

Kendall: Nooo.- she whines like a little girl when she can't connect our lips.

Y/n: Look.- I say pulling down my mask with one hand and leaving my lips visible.

Kendall: Yey.- she says happily, kissing me on the lips in a slightly clumsy way.

Hailey: Separate a bit.- she says laughing at the way my girlfriend is kissing me.

Kendall: Shhhh.- she tells her friend breaking away from the kiss. -What's happening is that you're envious of my sexy girlfriend.- she tells her, touching my abs with a smirk.

Y/n: What do you think if I take you home love .- I say amused by her attitude.

Kendall: Yes and we can do little things.- she tells me moving her eyebrows suggestively, but looking very funny and I can't help but laugh.

Y/n: Say yes love.- I say fun. -Pick up your bag and mask so we can go.- I tell her and she quickly nods, releasing me and disappearing into the house. -Where is she going? - I ask when I see her bag on the sofa, next to her mask and phone.

Hailey: I have no idea, she's your girlfriend and you should be the one who understands her.- she responds amused, seeing where her best friend has disappeared.

Y/n: I don't even understand it.- I commented in a funny way, walking towards the sofa and picking up my girlfriend's things.

While we wait for my girlfriend to come back from wherever she left, I ask how she is doing with Justin and what future plans they have together. I think we spent more than ten minutes talking, until he told me about something that happened in the video and I was surprised.

Hailey: Sooo.. you can hurry up and propose to her soon.- she comments amused. -Because it was between funny and sad that she started to cry.- she finished saying with a small laugh.

Y/n: I'm not going to advance anything for now, our second anniversary is in two months and that's where I'll ask her. As I have planned.- I tell her assuring my point. -I'm not going to change my mind because a drunk cry.- I say amused.

Hailey: I'm just saying, because it was a little sad that she cried saying that nobody had asked her to get married, that it would be very nice if someone did and it made me want to tell her about your plan and everything.- she tells me and I look at her badly . -Don't look at me like that.- she says, raising her hands in defense.

Y/n: How not to look at you like that, if you've been about to tell Kenny my plans.- I tell her with half-closed eyes. - See how you can't be told the secrets.- I tell her and she puts her hand on her chest offended.

Hailey: Hey, that's not true.- she says in her defense. -Only that she started to cry, I was drunk and I was about to.- she says pointing at me with her finger. -But I haven't said it and you have to give me the merit of that.- she defends herself with a proud smile.

Y/n: Whatever you say.- I say without giving much importance to her defense.

Hailey: Well, next time, don't tell me any surprises...- she starts but stops when we see my girlfriend enter the room with a frown.

Kendall: I can't find my bag.- she whines with a pout, crossing her arms making us laugh.

Y/n: It looks like this.- I say raising her bag high and her face lights up.

Kendall: Yes, it's just like that one.- she says pointing to the bag in my hand. -Have you seen it?- she asks with a pout.

Y/n: How much have you drunk?- I ask my friend when I see my girlfriend's attitude.

Hailey: She drank a little more than half of the bottle of tequila by herself.- she responds, looking at her best friend with amusement and then at me, moving her eyebrows with amusement.

Y/n: It shows.- I say laughing and turning my attention to my girlfriend. -My love this is your bag.- I say waving it in the air.

Kendall: Aahhhh.- she says, opening her mouth in surprise.

Y/n: Come on, let's go to your house, I'll prepare a bath and something to eat for you.- I tell her walking towards her, placing her bag on my shoulder. -Now put this on and we'll go.- I say leaving a kiss on his lips and giving her mask and repositioning mine correctly.

Kendall: Yeah, a burger; no, a pizza better , or better a salad.- she begins to say excitedly as she puts on her mask and we begin to walk towards the exit. -No, better Thai, or Chinese, that sushi that I like so much from that restaurant, or some waffles with ice cream, cream and fruit.- she continues saying excitedly all the options.

Hailey: Good luck with dinner.- she whispers amused, opening the door and giving me a goodbye hug. -Bye girls.- she says, separating from me .

Y/n: Kenny darling, say goodbye to Hailz.- I say pulling her towards our friend like a girl.

Kendall: Goodbye.- she says giving her a quick hug. -I think pizza and hamburger would be good; although we could order some waffles or pancakes for dessert. - she keeps talking about the dinner option and I roll my eyes causing Hailz to laugh.

Y/n: Go get in the car love.- I say opening his car with the key and opening the passenger door for her to get in; listening to the sound of the cameras and the screams of the paparazzi.

Careful not to run over any paparazzi, I drive in the direction of Kendall's house with her talking about the dinner possibilities and what she's up for. After almost half an hour of driving and listening to my drunken girlfriend's ranting, some of which is hilarious; we got to her house. 

Once inside the house, Pyro quickly comes to where we are, happy for the arrival of his mother who lies on the floor with him and I deny amused, going up to Kenny's room to prepare his bath.

While Kendall takes a shower, I leave the house to go to In and Out to get a burger, along with fries, shakes, and sodas. On the way back to lunch, I get a call from Khloe to talk about the proposal; Since she is the one with whom I have the best relationship of the sisters and she is the one who is helping me organize everything.

The call doesn't last long, because in fifteen minutes I'm back at my girlfriend's house, so we end the call; but not without meeting to eat together at home and continue talking about the surprise.

I leave the bags with the food on the coffee table in the living room and take out everything that is inside the bag. In total I have bought six hamburgers; three for each one, because she is drunk and I am starving; besides that I have no background. Two light colas to drink, three large boxes of chips and two milkshakes; a strawberry and banana one for me and a chocolate one for Kendall. When everything is ready, i walks to the backyard opening the door for Pyro to run around a bit and i play with him a little.

After a few minutes of playing with him, Kenny comes through the door yelling my name in a bathrobe and a towel on her head. I walk up to her laughing at her outfit and when I'm close enough, she jumps on top of me, wrapping her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck.

Kendall: Hello.- she says again with a childish and excited smile.

Y/n: Hello.- I answer laughing. -Are you hungry?- I ask starting to walk towards the room.

Kendall: I'm starving.- she growls hiding her face in my neck and leaving kisses on the spot.

Y/n: Thank goodness, because I bought a lot of food.- I say leaving her sitting on the sofa and then sitting next to her.

Kendall: I love In and Out, you don't know how much I love you.- she says grabbing my face and slowly kissing my lips. -Why are you so perfect?- she asks with a loving smile, staring into my blue eyes.

Y/n: Now eat and drink something that isn't alcohol.- I say amused, moving her face away from mine and removing the towel from her head to dry her hair a little more while she starts eating a hamburger.

Kendall: Umm, you know me so well love.- she groans after taking a big bite of her favorite burger.

Y/n: After two years as girlfriends and four months as friends, I think I know your tastes quite well.- I say laughing to see her nod to what I just said.

Kendall: And you know them very well.- she says with a suggestive smile, biting her lower lip and with slightly dark eyes.

Y/n: Yes I do, but tonight I don't think I know what you're talking about.- I say, leaving the towel on the table and picking up my hamburger.

Kendall: And why not?- she asks with a pout and her cheeks full of food, making herself look like a cute hamster. - You know that today you look very sexy.- she comments, biting her lip and raising her eyebrows.

Y/n: And you look very cute with your cheeks full of food and trying to look sexy.- I comment laughing at her attitude and unwrapping my hamburger.

Kendall: I'm not cute; I'm sexy.- she says with a pout after swallowing the food from her mouth.

Y/n: Believe me, you are the cutest being in the world.- I say with a small smile, leaving a short kiss on her lips.

After finishing dinner, I pick up the garbage throwing it in the bags that the food came in and meanwhile Kenny decides to put on a movie. I get up to throw the bag and put Pyro inside the house, to close the door and prevent him from staying out all night.

During a few movies, we curl up on the couch watching a couple of movies and give each other a few kisses. I am stretched out along the sofa on the outside, while Kenny is lying with her head on my chest, with half of her body on mine and her back against the back of the sofa. Pyro was sitting on the ground next to us and from my point of view, he was also interested in the movie.

The atmosphere is completely relaxing, I feel that with Kenny in my arms I am complete and I have had that feeling since we first met; And I felt that spark inside me. In addition to the fact that whenever I have a hard time sleeping, the simple fact of feeling her smell and her body heat relax me, making me feel safe with her.

That is the reason why I am planning to ask her to marry me on our second anniversary, for some it will be too soon; while for others more time has passed than it should. But for me it's the right time; since I can't see myself in the future without being by her side and I can't imagine starting a family without her in the picture either.

And what better opportunity to ask the love of your life to marry you, than on our second anniversary, at the top of the Eifell Tower in Paris and with his family nearby to celebrate with them.

[bjtch-craft]

"So you're still into that dude?"

Darry Jenner x Male! Reader

SFW!!♡♡

☆ Summary: Two weeks after a romantic encounter, Darry Jenner has practically spiraled. Why? Because the boy he kissed hadn't brought it up, and he himself can't bring himself to bring it up! And not to mention he's never felt this way about someone before... let alone a guy!?

☆ Request: yes or no

☆ Genre: Angst to fluff

☆ Word count: 2,096

Warnings: Possible internalized homophobia? Other than that, pretty much nothing!!!

Authors note: This is basically a part two to the first Darry story!

Read Part one here!!!! :)

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It had been a total of two weeks since the night in the dorm and it had left Darry fucking confused, bewildered, fucking perplexed.

"Trish, you don't get it! He hasn't mentioned it at all! It's like it didn't happen..."

Trish let out a sigh and twirled the straw around in the empty glass that sat in front of her in the nearly deserted restaurant they sat in.

"Well you guys were drunk..."

"We were, but we weren't entirely shit faced." Darry replied as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well have you brought it up?"

"Well no."

"So why do you think he hasn't? He's probably waiting for you to mention it. I mean, he was the one that kissed you, right?"

"Yeah. But then come morning and he just asks me to leave because his roommate is coming back!"

"You guys live in the same building, same floor, same hallway it's not like you're never going to see each other again."

"True, but still he didn't talk to me for like three days... but."

"But?"

"But then we started hanging out like nothing happened, and Jesus, I can't get him out of my mind!"

"So you're still into that dude?"

"Yes. Without a doubt."

Trish rolls her eyes clearly annoyed.

"So talk to him about it."

"I'll try."

He didn't. That same Darry and [Name] hung out enjoying each other's company, and any time there was a perfect opportunity to mention the kiss, he backed out. Again after again after a mother fucking again!

And Darry hated himself for it. He stayed up for a while, staring at the ceiling of his small dorm, thinking of how he could mention it, the dates he would take him on, and the things he would do with him.

It was fucking crazy how one kiss which wasn't even on the lips made Darry go crazy. [Names] presents alone made him feel weak. When he would walk toward his dorm he could feel his legs become weak and felt as if he was about to collapse. For fucks sake after the first kiss his hands shook and his heart pounded any time he thought of him or when he had a class with him.

It was bad. He had it bad. Really bad. And he wanted [Name] he wanted to be with him but he was to afraid to bring up the kiss.

Darry and [Name] walked through the small college campus. A small breeze blew throughout the campus and a small drizzle came down upon them gently.

"Spring break is coming up you got anything planned?" [Name] asked adjusting the headphones that were drapped around his neck.

Darry went queit for a moment and shook his head "no".

"Why've you been so quiet all of a sudden? Like you've hardly spoken at all!"

"I'm just thinking." Darry said defensively.

"Of what?"

"Stuff."

"Like what?"

"I- about..." Darry paused for a moment and opened his mouth but still couldn't bring himself to do it. Instead of asking about the kiss, he idiotically said, "Never mind, it doesn't matter!" His tone lathered in annoyance.

"D-did I do something?" [Name] asked nervously, fidgeting with the CD player attached to his belt.

Darry scoffed and tucked his hands into his pockets.

"Did you... scoff?!"

"No."

"Y-you did! What do you mean no! What'd I do wrong Dar?"

The two boys stopped walking and turned to look at each other. Darry stared at [Name] with a look of pain and confusion.

"You seriously don't know?!"

"N-no? ... Tell me." [Name] said quietly.

"You-! You know what forget it. Forget it!"

Darry spun around on his heel and waltzed off, clearly upset and angry. [Name] stood there bewildered.

"Darry? Darry!"

[Name] took a step back and let a deep sigh as he felt tears begin to form in his eyes.

"Oh, God..."

[Name] knew what Darry meant. The kiss. The soft moment they shared in his own dorm. [Name] wanted to bring it up and talk about it, but he was scared. Scared that Darry would yell at him. Scared Darry would hurt him. Scared Darry would say, "I was just drunk. I didn't know what I was doing... I just don't like guys like that."

[Name] hadn't forgotten. How could he?! The feeling of Darry's chest to his back, the warmth he felt from being held, the feeling of being wanted by someone. He couldn't forget it. He knew he fucked up by asking Darry to leave when morning came but he needed to take time to reflect his feelings and if they were real.

Yes [Name] was scared, but so was Darry. He was dealing with his own emotions. Darry had always been "straight"... he thought. I mean, it was normal for a guy to pick a girl to have a crush on. Right? He'd never felt this anxious, this scared, this infatuated with someone before. It felt real. It felt right.

Days passed since they had that scuffle, and they hardly talked. They didn't talk at all, actually. They would pass each other in the halls and wouldn't say a word. Instead, they would glance at each other, their eyes meeting. Both of them feel a sense of dred in their stomachs.

And soon weeks passed. A total of two weeks. Fourteen days. Three-thirty-six hours since they last spoke. Darry felt their connection beginning to crumble and rot away. Darry stared up at the ceiling once more, remembering how good and right it felt holding him. Him. How good it felt holding another boy. It felt right?

It felt right. As if any other past relationships he had with girls meant nothing. They were nothing.

He imagined taking [Name] out to a park and having a small picnic, showing him off proudly around campus, introducing him to his parents, and so much more. But he felt as if he wouldn't be able to if he didn't talk to him again. He wanted to. So badly, he wanted to. He wanted him. But he couldn't bring himself to walk up to him and say one word to him.

Darry turned around and faced his wall and let out a soft sob. He was losing time. Every second counted when he was or was not with him.

Down the hall [Name] was suffering a similar fate.

[Name] layed there spread out on his mattress staring up at his ceiling a pair of head phones drapped around his head and his portable CD player next to him blasting "When You Sleep" By My Bloody Valentine.

How angsty.

[Name] felt guilty for avoiding Darry. For not talking about the kiss. For not being there for him when he's clearly confused. [Name] ran the palms of his hands over his face and let out a small groan as he remembered that night so vividly.

Brushing his fingers through Darry's soft hair, kissing his cheek, watching him blush, them holding each other as they fell asleep, their hands interlocked. It was everything to him. And now what? It's over? Just like that? All it took was them to stop talking, and now their friendship they built began to crack and crumble. [Name] wanted to talk. No, not wanted... needed to talk to him.

[Name] rolled over, looking toward the small alarm clock that sat on him and his roomates shared desk. It glowed in red number "12:36". He let out a sigh and sat up, taking off his headphones and stopping the CD player.

"Fuck it..." He whispered.

[Name] flung his feet off the bed and threw on a pair of socks before exiting the dorm quietly, making sure not to wake his roommate.

He walked down the hallway, which seemed to go on forever and ever, his heart pounding in his chest.

He stood in front of Darry's door, his fist raised, ready to knock on the door, a million thoughts in his head.

He's probably asleep. You shouldn't do this.

What if he doesn't see you the way I see him?

Does he even want to talk to me anymore?

Knock! Knock! Knock! [Name] took a step back, fidgeting with his fingers a sense of Déjà vu washing over him.

A minuet passed, and the door opened slowly, revealing Darry in nothing but a pair of boxers. Darrys eyes widened as he stared at [Name] and quickly cupped his hands over his groin as he felt his face begin to flush. [Name] glances at Darry's groin for a split seconds before looking away, staring down the hallway.

"I- uh- erm- I'm sorry for- for waking you up so late," [Name] says, flustered, still looking down the hall.

Darry steps into his dorm and looks around anxiously.

"It's okay! I wasn't asleep anyway... uh- do you want to... come in?"

[Name] nods his head and steps into the dorm room. Standing in the middle of the room, he nervously looks around as Darry closes the door.

Darry quickly walked toward the metal closet and slid the door open and pulled out a pair of shorts and a shirt, and threw them on.

"Uh- how've you been?" Darry asked as he hurriedly rushed over to his bed and pushed the papers and junk that lay on his bed to the floor.

[Name] timidly sat down on his bed and looked around the dorm from corner to corner.

"Darry can we not? I don't want to have small talk..."

"Oh."

Darry sat himself next to [Name] and anxiously looked at him.

"Look, Darry... I'm really sorry for everything. I-I-I kissed you and pretended like I didn't happen and kicked you out in the morning, and I'm sorry! I don't know why I did it but I did and I'm sorry! So fucking sorry. It's just- it's just that I was- I was scared!" [Name] took a deep breath before whispering under his breath "I was scared?" [Name] looked at Darry before continuing. "Listen I like you I really do but I was scared you wouldn't feel the same and just did all of that because you were drunk! And I was scared you'd get mad at me if I brought it up! And I'm sorry..." [Name] finished his voice cracking.

Darry looked at [Name] with so much pain and love in his eyes as he wrapped his arms around him, holding him tight.

"It's okay. It's okay! Listen... I like you too. It's just that I'm sorta kinda confused because I've only dated and kissed girls before you. So when you came into my life and we had that moment, it was confusing, but it felt right. It's like it filled something that I've been missing."

[Name] pulled away and looked up at Darry through wet lashes and asked quietly, "You like me?"

"Mhm!"

[Name] wiped away his tears with shaky hands.

"I really do." Darry said as he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on [Names] lips. "Is this okay?"

[Name] nodded his head as Darry went in for another kiss and placed his hand on the side of the other boys face as [Name] placed his hand on Darrys shoulder.

A million thoughts and feelings rushed through their heads. [Name] felt his heart beat speed up as he melted into the kiss, enjoying every second of the feeling of Darrys soft lips against his. Darry pulled away a big smile on his face.

[Name] looks at Darry, his face flushed, and his mouth agape. [Name] closes his mouth and licks his lips.

"Cherry flavored?"

Darry giggles softly.

"Yeah."

The room goes silent for a moment before Darry speaks up.

"Sorry I didn't do that sooner! But - uh, my roommate isn't coming back to night... and I remember you mentioned how your roommate keeps you up at night because he snores really loud."

"Is that- is that an invitation?!" [Name] chuckles.

"Maybe!"

[Name] blushes and looks around the room.

"I accept!"

Darry smiles at [Name] and runs a hand through his own hair before speaking up and saying.

"I actually am really sorry, though! I don't mean to repeat myself, but I was scared, you know... I've never felt this why for another dude, so all of these feelings and emotions were scary! But - but I like you! I really fuckin' do!"

[Name] leans in and places a tender kiss on Darry's lips.

"I really like you too."

That night, they lay in each other's arms their skin against one another, enjoying every breath, every second, and every sound they made together.

Together.

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Hey! I hope you guys enjoyed this story, and I'm so sorry if there's any mistakes because this shit is not proofread lmfao. So if you do find any, please let me know!!! :)

Edit: How we feeling if I make this shit a trilogy 😓⁉️

[bisexual-horror-fan]

Then just for fun you take your tongue and run it over my lip | And gotta love the way she does it for the hell of it | We're in positions that most people only say they know | Rub it right up, against my body | You got your hand on a landmine, ready to blow |But the devil can hear you when you say... | C'mon and get up (get up), move your body |Use your body, lose control. |Use my body, make it yours (So get up) | We're gonna light this room on fire | Ya, you and I will burn it up tonight (so get up) | The two of us will fuel this fire | No way in hell we're slowing down tonight

And! Belly button shots with that slutty ass tattoo.

Smut? Implication? Sex dancing?. Edging? That's up to you. I am here to just proved a muse not a direct request.

Well, well, well, Lorde! Thank you so much for giving me the in for write for Darry Jenner for the first time! I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it! And now this is officially the last fic of my 20s! A weird and fun smutty fic of an underrated character, how on brand! Let’s get into it, yeah?

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 3.1K. Darry Jenner X GN! Reader. No Pronouns Or Parts Specified. Warnings: Teasing. Alcohol Consumption. Partying. Body Shots. Mild But Playful Slut-Shaming (Darry Is The Slut Here.). Making Out. Grinding. Hand Job. Blow Job. Throat Fucking. Edging. Sex. Riding. Banter. Reader Is Kinda An Asshole But It’s Fun.

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“Who’s The Real Slut Here?”

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It’s Friday night, you are in college and so naturally you are out at a party, decently full of people, music playing at a healthy volume and your classmates drinking and making merry, excited the school week was done. You were of course among them, with the same idea in mind, of cutting loose and forgetting your stress, and you were well on your way to do that. You’d been here for around an hour, hadn’t really run into anyone you knew super well, but that was fine, you were enjoying milling and mingling. 

Currently making your way to the living room, looking around distractedly at the goings-on, people dancing, mingling, talking, in the early stages of hooking up, Hell, who knows, maybe you’ll find someone to grind up against yourself. 

That train of thought is quickly abandoned as another body collides into yours, shoulder to shoulder, and sharp contact with a small jolt of pain sends your body turning expectedly and unfortunately makes you drop your drink. You were drinking out of the natural party classic, a red solo cup, so broken glass wasn’t a concern, but the sticky and sweet mix of fruit juice, carbonation and alcohol spills over your shoes all the same. 

Eyes drop with a disgusted sound, your shoes are fairly waterproof so your socks getting wet isn’t a concern, but your shoes are going to be tacky and gross, you just know it. You feel annoyance and anger bubbling until you hear the frantic and rushed, “Oh my God, I am so sorry.” 

You had a response on your tongue, ready to snark out something close to, “Yeah you better be!” with a healthy amount of venom, but when your eyes raise to look at your assaulter in the face that quickly proves to be a difficult task. You become distracted by dark brown eyes and soft looking black hair, his face tinged with worry and what looks like genuine remorse, pink lips parted and hands up, it makes what was meant to be a bitchy barb melt into, “Yeah, you’re okay, I mean, it’s okay.” 

“God, no it’s not, looks like that was full-” You cut him off with a smile, anger was forgotten, “Really, it’s okay.”

“At least let me get you another drink? For my conscience if nothing else.” He is very sweet, reads as honest, earnest. You agree and say, “Yes, okay, I can let you do that.” 

He finally smiled, slow and more beautiful than it had any right to be. You and he make your way to the kitchen and once in there and in front of the drink station you both notice that there are no cups. He says, “I think there are some on the top shelf of this cupboard, hold on-”

“How do you know that?” You ask, and he says as he opens the doors, “Oh, my friend lives here.”

He reaches up to the aforementioned top shelf, rooting around for the cups, and you are just watching him, eyes move down his body and in the process of him stretching. His shirt rides up and you of course stare at the newly revealed skin, what you find there makes you gasp before laughing out, “Woah! Slut alert!”

He pulls the cups down, jaw dropped open as he says, “Excuse me?”

You respond enthusiastically with a point to him as you say, “You! I just realized, you’re a slut.”

The cupboard doors are closed, an eyebrow raised as he asks, “What makes you say that?”

You take the two strides forward to be within touching range, and you reach out, fingers hook in the hem of his shirt, and you yank it up and point to his tattoo with your other hand. “This! Look at this shit, guys who aren’t sluts do not have little whoreish rose tattoos like this!”

“Christ! You’re being awfully forward for someone I just met.” He smacks your hand away and smoothed his shirt back down into place, and you laugh again, “I notice you aren’t disagreeing with my assertion.”

He argues with you as the package of new red solo cups was torn open and one was retrieved, “Didn’t think I had to! I think it’s obvious I’m not a slut.”

You watch as he plucks up one cup and sets it down ready to finally make you that drink, but you aren’t concerned with that anymore, instead you asked, “Oh yeah? Wanna bet?”

“Seriously?” Was his deadpanned reply. 

“Yeah, let's ask ten people, if more than five agree with me that you are a total tart based off your tattoo, I win, and if less than five agree that you are not a slut, you win, and I’ll drop it.” You explained quickly, a wide grin overtaking your face.

He looks considering for a moment before asking, “What do you want if you win?”

You push his shoulder playfully as you ask, “C’mon, where’s the fun in that if I tell you upfront?”

A roll of his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest, the small smile on his face as well as his tone tattles on the fact he is amused however, attempt to fix your drink abandoned, consumed in the current ridiculous conversation, “If you don’t tell me I won’t do it.”

You groan and kick the kitchen island you were next to, “Fine. Spoilsport. How about…” You look him over and then grin lewdly as the thought comes to you like lightning, “A body shot.”

He laughs with a shake of his head, eyes drop to the floor as he shrugs and says, “Fine. You’re on.”

You shake on it, eye contact reestablished, and the game was on. 

Your hand on his wrist, you start to lead him around the party. The routine went as follows, you walk up to a person, ask if they are down to participate in settling a bet you were both in, if they said yes, you would be showing him off. You would lift his shirt excitedly, or he would be reluctantly tugging it up himself to show it off until ten people later you were saying positively giddy, “Seven out of ten college party goers agree! You are a slut.”

He sighs and asks quietly, “What shot are you doing off me?”

To you, there was only one answer possible.

“The classic naturally. Tequila.” 

Soon enough he is splayed across a table that is normally used for beer pong, currently in between games, and you are setting him up. He’d taken his shirt off before laying down, you rubbed the wedge of lime on him, the space of his belly button now slick and salt sprinkled, your other hand gripping the bottle of tequila you’d already taken the cap off of, you tip it and poured the liquid into the hollow of his belly button. He shivers and squirms slightly, some spills, overflows, and you chide him, “Fuck, stay still!” 

Before he can retort, you’d taken that same lime wedge and placed it in his mouth, rind side down towards him, flesh of the fruit upturned. The bottle is set down and you make your move.

You lean down, one hand on his jean clad thigh, higher than it needs to be, fingers curling over the curve of his thigh, your mouth is close enough. Your lips latch, and you drink from him, tongue dips in, and you eagerly lap up the burning alcohol before you swirl along the perimeter and over that same tattoo that set this bet in motion. Next your tongue turns upwards, passing over warm skin and his firm toned stomach, catching the salt you sprinkled before. 

Afterwards you are pulling up and with one smooth stride, fingers trailing up his bare torso as you go, your other hand descends onto his forehead. Your fingers run through dark hair, and you leaned down, you give him a ghost of a kiss as you steal the lime wedge, you linger longer than necessary, if he wanted and responded fast enough he could have kissed you, but he was too shocked. You are pulling back up, your fingers come up too, and you bite down, sucking the acidic delight back. Clean rind is pulled away, and you look down at him, stomach wet and lips shiny, staring up at you, and you say, “I realize something.” 

He sounds just a little out of breath as he asks, “What’s that?” 

“I never got your name.”

He realizes that’s true. A small cock of his head as he tells you,  “Darry. My name is Darry.”

You toss the rind of the lime wedge aside, and you compliment him, “Well, Darry, I have got to say, at least you are a man of your word. You have follow through.”

He sighs and holds one hand out, “Gee thanks, wanna help me up?”

You do so, gripping his hand and pulling him to sit up and get off the table. He goes to put his shirt back on, but grimaces, “I feel all sticky now.”

Taking in the sight of the hardwood and sturdy table that was covered in a million rings from never having seen a single coaster but cups upon cups of drinks and who knows how many spills your expression mimics his, “Yeah, that table was not clean, c’mon, let’s go to the bathroom, I’ll help you clean up.”

Soon you are standing in the ensuite bathroom attached to the master bedroom. You aren’t supposed to be in here, it is supposed to be off limits, but you’ve always been a rule breaker, haven’t you?

You are cleaning him up, warm and damp wash cloth running over his back, and you say, “So why don’t you think you’re a slut?”

“Cuz I’m not one?”

“Are you sure? Letting me parade you around the party like I did, letting me do a body shot off you like that, I mean fuck, dude, I tongue fucked your belly button before you told me your name. Seems pretty whore like to me.” You teased playfully, and he laughs shocked, seemingly speechless. 

You asked, “What do you think?”

He takes a deep breath before, sighing out, “I think no matter what I say, you are gonna think I’m a whore.”

You finish cleaning him and are wringing out the cloth into the sink and shrug, “Maybe, maybe not.” He catches your eyes in the mirror. He is staring. You stare back. 

You turn and there is this tension. You break it by dropping the cloth and flicking some water onto his still bare chest, a challenging raise of your eyebrows asking, “What are you gonna do about it?”

And you get what you want. 

He wants to put you in your place, wants to shut you up, but mostly you think, he just wants to, and so he makes the first move. His hands on your arms, pulling you closer and taking that single step, and he kisses you. 

The make out is speedy. 

A brief thought flits through your mind, that you were getting just want you wanted out of tonight, fun, relaxation, a few good drinks and getting to hook up with someone. You are feeling bold, and you think he wants it, you test the waters, you feel him up, hands over bare and exposed skin, and he doesn’t shy away, no he leans in closer, eager.

You suppress a smile as you deepen the kiss, one hand is on the back of his neck, the other running over the expanse of his chest and one leg hooks over his hip as you grind on him. He gets hard pretty fucking quick. 

The speed is enough to make his head spin. Two minutes ago, he had his hand in your underwear, touching you, but you made him stop and were now on your knees, pants open and pulling him out. You work him over, hand locked onto his shaft, and you stroke, firm grip, a squeeze whenever you get to the head, a twist of your wrist on the down stroke of his shaft and a steady move back upwards to repeat the process all over again. 

He is leaned against the counter when you lean in, your tongue flicking over the tip, and that has him moaning, head back. The view is fantastic, pants and underwear low on his hips, shirt still off, hands gripping the counter edge so hard you can see the flex of tendons in his forearms, it encourages you to wrap your lips around his head. You suck indulgently and keep your hand in motion, he tastes very fucking good, salt and tang, delicious and when you feel him start to throb in your palm you pull back. His head drops, chin tucked into his neck, to look down at you. His expression is crestfallen, he looks sad and confused as he asks, “Why’d you stop?”

You remain on your knees, tongue licking up the pre-cum on your fingertips before you say, “Because I want you to say it.”

More confusion as he asks, “What?”

Pressing him, you say, “I want you to say it, admit it.”

“Admit what?” Asked Darry, still not getting what you were driving at.

You smile and say it as if it were as simple as two plus fucking two, “That you are a whore. Nothing more than a needy slut. Say it and I’ll keep going.”

He looks shocked again. His mouth opens and closes, but he can’t say much more than, “I-...” before you start again, he moans anew, how cute is he? How stupid and gullible? This will be fun. 

You work quickly, hand and mouth serving to wreck him in short order. He is moaning, panting, hips rocking forward, and you can tell, nearly there, he is close, and you stop, he curses, and you tease once more, singsonging out, “You aren’t finishing until you say it.” 

“I’m not gonna-” 

Well, that won’t do. You don’t let him even finish saying that he isn’t going to do it. Your hands on his hips you lean in, and you make one swift move and you deep throat him, take him to the root, and he lets off the best sound he has all night, a choked off moan with shattered breathing, utterly close to ruin. He looks so pretty like this. He had run his fingers through his hair, bit his bottom lip so hard trying to stay quiet you think it might bruise and bleed, his chest and neck is flush, he is unreasonably hard and leaking pre-cum at a steady rate. 

You are relentless. You work him perfectly, swallow around him, suck, lick and more until he is about to burst. “Please, please, fuck, don’t stop, s’ good-”

He sounds fantastic when he begs, you feel yourself in need and aching. You almost want to give in, you are sure he will moan with the utmost gratitude, will sound hot enough that it might get you halfway there on its own without you ever having to touch yourself.

He is still begging, “So close, God, yes, ah-”  He sounds so fucking hot, amazing, he is all but whining, but he didn’t say the magic words you wanted and so, you then pull off of him. Remove his thick cock from your throat and mouth, the wet strings of saliva break apart, the leash that bound you and he no more. You stand up and pull away, are ready to fully leave the bathroom, fixing yourself up in the mirror, and he grips your wrist. He is painfully hard, dripping, breathing is laboured as he asks, “Please, fuck, please don’t leave me like this?”

You give him a nearly apologetic smile, one thumb wipes some stray spit from your chin as you prompt him, “Then just say it, Darry. You say it and admit it, and I’ll get you off.”

A pause, a beat, and he finally relents. 

He says it shockingly smooth and confident, maintaining eye contact with you, he states as if he truly believes it, “I’m a whore, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I’m a fucking slut.” 

“There you go. Good boy.” You step away and your hand locks onto the doorknob, you open it and asked him over your shoulder, “Wanna go dance?” 

He sounds shocked and calls after you, “Wait! I-I thought if I said it that you’d-”

You turn, eyes meet again, and you tell him, “Oh I’m going to take care of that-” And a nod down to his still raging erection, “-but I was thinking we can go take a break, let you calm down a bit and then maybe you’ll be able to fuck me without busting in two strokes. No offence, by the way, I didn’t make it easy on you, I can make an experienced guy bust in two minutes with some serious effort.”

That is a lot to take in all at once. His mouth opens, another unsure sound before as he asks, “You want to-”

You fill in the blank. “Fuck you Darry. I want to ride you into oblivion.”

He was so caught up he hadn’t noticed you were holding his shirt, you threw it at him and said, “Now c’mon you still owe me that drink from earlier too.” 

He caught the shirt and was putting it back on as he asks, “The one you hoovered off my body doesn’t count?”

You lean against the door as you watch him stuffing himself back into his jeans and closing his pants over his still obvious erection as you say, “Not even close.” 

He got you that drink, you did dance and later, on top of the coats in a guest bedroom you kept your promise. Only afterwards, the sound of him whimpering while he came still ringing in your ears while you remain perched on top of him, heaving and sweat slick, coming down from your own orgasm, you tease him and say, “Was that so hard?”

He huffed out with a weak and satisfied smile, “No, suppose not, it was pretty great.”

You hum out, “I’ll say. And hey, Darry, you know this is all in good fun, right?”

He hums unconvinced and shifts under you, and you say, “No really, think about it Darry. I fucked you without ever telling you my name, I’m a slut too.”

The laugh he let out is the second-best sound you’d heard all night, when he sucks down a deep breath and the laughter subsides, he tells you warmly, “You fucking suck.”

You grin as you tell him, “You know it.” 

[mxdimitrescu]

Confessions

Synopsis: After a friends with benefits relationship, Lux confesses her love to Kylie but it goes awry.

Genre: Smut/Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Kylie Jenner x GP!Lux Jones

(Masterlist)

Lux

"Luuux, don't tease me," Kylie whined under me as I laid between her legs, moving my tongue everywhere except where she needs me.

"Tell me baby, where do you want my tongue?" I husked as I bit her inner thing making her jerk as she moaned.

"My pussy! Please daddy!"

I smirked then complied with her wish so I moved my tongue toward her pussy. I took one long lick from the clenching hole up to her swollen clit, sucking it hard. I felt her hands entangled in my hair as I moved her clit with my tongue.

"Yessss," Kylie's eyes shut tightly as her back arched a bit.

I frowned at the small reaction so I took my three fingers and slammed into her hole making her shriek in suprise and pleasure.

"LUXXXX!"

As I moved my fingers inside her rapidly, I slightly curved my fingers to hit that g-spot. Once I heard yelp, I knew I found it so I continue hiting it until I started to feel her fingers fluttering around my fingers.

"I-I'm gonna cum--"

Her back arched as her mouth opened in silent scream as she finally came, her juices escaping her hole as I removed my fingers to move my mouth to her hole to taste the necter. Kylie finally let out a whimper trying to push me away from her very sensitive clit. I crawled up to face her. I traced her face with my eyes. I took in her lidded dark eyes and her swollen lip from biting it.

"You look beautiful," I breathed out making her smile softly, grabbing ahold of my neck to pull me in and kiss me hard.

She breaks the kiss and whispered softly, "Fuck me."

I grew hard at her words and grinned. Kylie moved to grab my member with her small soft hands and stroke me as she positioned myself at her hole.

"Ready babe?"

Kylie nodded while biting her bottom lip making me snap my hip agaisnt hers. She shrieked as she wrapped her legs around my waist and her hands clawed my back. I pulled out until the tip was inside then thrust back in and started a rhythm. I grabbed ahold of her hips as I stood up leaning against my heels and began thrusting.

Kylie yelped and arched a bit at the new sensation that was brought by this new position.

"Faster daddy," she moaned out making me increase my thrusts until I was basically jackhammering into her.

I started to feel my balls tighten up a bit and I knew that I was getting close so I moved my fingers to her clit and pressed on it.

"I-I'm gonna cu—!"

With that, she arched her back while screamed in pleasure as she came on my member making me spurt jets of cum into her womb. I contiued thrusting slowing down until I fully stopped. I pulled my now softening member out of her making her whimper at the loss and laid down besides Kylie who was starting to breath normally.

"Wow."

I turned on my side to face Kylie as I admire her post bliss state and I instantly knew that I was in love with this girl that I met at Travis Scott's party. I couldn't help it but fall in love with her and her passion for everything.

"I love you," I blurted out making Kylie opened her eyes and faced me with wide eyes.

"I'm in love with you Kylie," I said it once more with more emotion.

"Lux...I can't. I'm with Travis," she sadly said making me shake my head.

"Travis? He doesn't love you or treat you like a Queen like I do," I angrily stated.

"I-I love him Lux," Kylie said, looking away from me making me shake my head angrily and get up from the bed to put back my clothes on.

Kylie noticed the movements and turned to see me already dressed, "Lux, don't go!"

"I'm sorry Kylie but I have to. I'm in love with you but you're not in love with me," I said sadly then left the room then the house and left Kylie's life.

Two Months Later

I'm currently in my car on the way to a party being thrown by the Hadids Sisters. They invited me because they wanted me out of the house for more than 10 minutes.

Bella H: Hey, u better be here or I'm sending G Read at 5:37pm

Lux: I'm pulling up in ur driveway. Read at 5:39pm

As I sent the text I parked the car and I saw Bella at the front door. I exited the car and walked toward to Bella who soon jumped on me as I got close and hugged me tight.

"I missed you," she murmured in my neck.

I instantly felt bad because ever since then I've been a wreck and I ignored my best friend who's like my sister.

"I missed you too Bells and I'm sorry that we didn't talk," I replied.

"It's okay. Anyways let's go inside," Bella said pulling me into the house into the party.

Few hours later, I was buzzed due to Bella feeding me alcohol. I don't get drunk easily due to high tolerance to alcohol. Bella and I were dancing in the middle of the dance floor with people surrounded us. I saw Kendall and decided to talk to her and find out how's Kylie doing despite that she broke my heart.

"Hey Kendall," I greeted her as I walked up to the bar.

"Hey Lux! I haven't seen you around," she said as she gave me a hug which I returned.

"Yeah, I've been busy."

"Ah well, have you heard the news?"

I looked at her confused, "What news?"

"Lux, have you been watching news for the past few days?"

I shook my head. I've been off media since I wasn't really in the best state.

"Kylie's pregnant!" Kendall smiled widely making me look at her in shock.

"W-What?"

"Yup, she's two months pregnant!"

"Ah, Travis must be happy then."

"Actually he doesn't. He's been out of the country and he's coming here tonight," Kendall explained.

I froze inside because of Travis is gonna be here, that means Kylie will also be here. On the outside, I nodded in understanding.

"Ah well, congrats on being Aunty again," I gave her a hug then left out to the backyard.

I went far from the house and took out a cigarette to take a smoke. As I lit it and took a deep drag, I looked up to the sky that is filled with millions of stars and let out the smoke.

I stayed out there for a while until I heard voices a few feet away from me. I turned to look and I saw Kylie and Travis. They seems to be talking so I got a little closer to hear.

As I got closer, I heard Kylie talking, "Travis, I have something to tell you."

"What is it babe?" He asked holding her hands.

Kylie moves her hands out of his grasp to hold her stomach in a protective way.

"I-I'm pregnant."

A pause appeared.

"What? You're pregnant!?" He asked smiling widely.

Kylie nodded.

"How long?"

"....2 months."

Travis then looked confused.

"Wait, I was in Spain two months ago..." Travis trailed off then got angry.

"YOU CHEATED ON ME!" Travis yells attracting the attention of the partygoers inside the house making them shut off the music and exited the house to see what's going on.

"Travis..." Kylie's face held remorse her hands out to touch Travis but he flinched away.

"Who the fuck did you cheat on me with you slut?!" Travis demanded.

I immediately grew angry when he called her slut and stepped out revealing my position to the arguing couple.

"Don't call her slut you jackass!" I yelled as I got closer to them, standing in front of Kylie as a way to protect her from him.

"Fuck off freak! You have no place in this conversation or unless..." he trailed off.

"You're the one who got her pregnant!"

"Tra—" Kylie tried to talk but was interrupted by Travis.

"You cheated on me with this fucking freak?"

I flinched at being called a freak but I didn't show that outwards but Kylie knew it hit me.

"Don't call her a freak!" She yelled at him making him growl.

He went to take a step toward to Kylie but I growled as I placed myself in front of her making him step back a bit. I was standing at 6'1 and him at merely 5'10 making me look frightening to him.

"Don't you fucking dare touch her," I growled lowly.

Travis thought about what to do next and decided to take the smart route.

"We're over," he said then left the party.

We stood there in silence until Bella told everyone to go inside leaving me and Kylie alone.

"Lux..." she whispered.

"Who's baby belong to?" I questioned softly with my back at her.

"...yours," Kylie finally revealed.

My heart pounded against my chest as I turned around to see Kylie right up close to me. I looked down as she looked up. I studied her face seeing that nothing has changed about her since last time but I could see the sadness behind her eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I found out that I was pregnant last week and I knew it was you because Travis and I haven't been intimate three months ago and you're the only one I had sex with in that time period."

I went to rub my face in exhaustion as I looked at her.

"So what do you want to do with the baby? I'll send money," I finally said.

"No."

"No?"

"I want to raise the baby with you, Lux. I was planning on breaking up with Travis today and tell you that I love you," Kylie admitted.

I stared at her in shock as I took in her words.

"Y-you were gonna tell me you love me?"

"Yes. Lux, I am in love with you. I was just afraid of what people would think but I honestly don't care," Kylie said as she grabbed my hand in hers.

"...."

"Say something please."

"I love you too Kylie and the baby too," I said with happiness in my voice.

Kylie's eyes lit up and wrapped her arms around my neck as I bent down to wrap my arms around her waist as we hugged tightly. Then we broke the hug to stare in each other's eyes and leaned in for a kiss.

This kiss was pure bliss. The girl that I love has finally said 'I love you' back and she's also pregnant with my child. We continued to kiss under the stars until air was needed and broke the kiss. We stared at each other as our foreheads leaned against each other's.

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SLASHERS/HORROR CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

MICHAEL MYERS

-coming soon!

JASON VOORHEES

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BILLY LOOMIS

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STU MACHER

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BUBBA SAWYER

-coming soon!

VINCENT SINCLAIR

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BO SINCLAIR

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LESTER SINCLAIR

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TIFFANY VALENTINE

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BABY FIREFLY

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DOOMHEAD

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BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

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DARRY JENNER (Jeepers Creepers)

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ART THE CLOWN

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PENNYWISE

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This masterlist along with my others will be updated any time a new fic is dropped on in the process of being worked on.

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Kendall/Reader

Summary: Kendall comes back to an empty home and annoying sound.

Content: Established relationship, voyeurism, masturabation, foreplay.

WC: 1.3K

That slight buzz Kendall keeps hearing is starting to annoy her.

It's a little past 3:30 and her girlfriend isn't due home for another 30 minutes. Their apartment showed no signs of life; quiet and still. Except for that small buzz. Kendall keeps checking her pocket to see if it's her phone. She has no new notifications from anyone. No Y/n, her friends, or anyone else. The lack of evidence that the sound even exists is getting to her. She's been sitting at the kitchen island since she got home 10 minutes ago, but curiosity gets her and she has to find the sound.

Kendall walks near the front door to see if the sound is coming from the hallway; their neighbor is always up to some wacky shit. However, the buzzing seems to fade the closer she gets to the front door. Next she peeks out the living room window, but that becomes another failed attempt. It's not any of her neighbors, anyone outside, and although they need a new fridge, the noise isn't coming from the main room.

Her only option is to go down the hall towards the main bedroom. The buzz only gets louder as Kendall gets closer to the bedroom she shares with her lover. With the door slightly ajar, she can't help but peak inside.

The sight shouldn't be so shocking but she has to hold back a gasp from seeing Y/n sprawled out on the bed. The pink bullet pressed to her clit was the source of the buzz.

Kendall feels her face grow hot and she feels like a dirty, little school girl peeking at an R-rated movie. She's weirdly stunned -- Y/n is her girlfriend, she's seen it all already. This feels much different from a typical sexual moment though. This feels somehow more intimate as she watches Y/n lay bare. Kendall can see just how relaxed she is too. There aren't any expectations to please anyone else other than herself. Kendall has never seen her like this and it turns her into a nasty voyeur.

Y/n was in a fugue state of bliss. her thoughts are so scattered as she writhes against the bed, but the one thing her mind keeps going back is her Kendall. She just saw her this morning, but she misses her so much. She keeps trying to callback all the feelings from last night when she was between her legs. She's not sure she's ever met anyone who eats her out as enthusiastically as Kendall. The vibrator is good but doesn't compare to the feeling of Kendall's warm, wet tongue. The passion and hunger can't be replicated. Kendall makes her feel so good that she wants to cry. Y/n had been thinking about it all day, so much so that the lust boiled over. She needed a release, but she needed Kendall more.

"Kendall."

Her sweet moans make Kendall's ears perk. The way she says her name is so desperate that it pains Kendall to keep standing here, just watching and not touching. Y/n just looks so perfect that she can't pull her eyes away. Plus knowing she's getting off to thoughts of her blows up her ego.

"Oh fuck Kendall!"

She throws her head back and her back arches off the bed. It's the telltale sign that she's going to cum. Soon something in Kendall finally breaks and she pushes the door open. She almost feels so bad when she sees the absolute shock on Y/n's face. Kendall didn't mean to startle her.

"B-Baby! What are you doing ?!"

"I'm always home around 3:30."

Y/n tries to cover herself as if it was necessary. It stings Kendall a little to think that feels some sort of shame around this. She's allowed to be shocked, but shame? Kendall doesn't want that.

"I-"

"Shh, it's okay honey."

Y/n is shocked when her girlfriend crawls onto the bed, the same hunger in her eyes from last night's shenanigans. The vibrator fell onto the bed during the mix. It's still buzzing. Y/n is mortified when Kendall picks it up. The tip is wet with her arousal. She stares at it for a little longer than Y/n would like. She wants to die of embarrassment on the spot.

"Is this what you use when I'm not around?"

"Give it to me," she stutters through her words, but they come out harsher than she'd like them to. She snatches the toy from Kendall's grasp.

"When did you get that?"

"A few months ago...how long were you watching?"

"Not long enough."

Y/n can't help but groan. She feels so embarrassed that it takes her out of the moment.

"Oh, c'mon baby! Don't be like that. You looked so sexy, so hot!"

She knows Kendall is being sincere, but she can't help but to feel smaller as she coos at her. She found her playing with a toy and moaning her name. Y/n feels that if the roles were reversed she'd feel like such a perv. As much as she was embarrassed though, she's curious about why Kendall looks so turned on right now.

"Have you thought about me doing this before? Me touching myself?"

"Hmm...it's crossed my mind a few times, but I've never thought about it like that."

Y/n felt a little more assured. Kendall can see her relaxing under her gaze.

"Well you shouldn't stop just because I'm here. Keep going baby."

"Y-You sure? You don't feel left out?"

"Who says I'm gonna be left out?"

Kendall grabbed the back of Y/n's neck and kissed her. She has wanted to do that since she saw Y/n biting them in pleasure. Now that the shock of getting caught has worn off, she was feeling turned on again. Soon her back was against Kendall's chest with her legs spread wide. She held the vibrator against her clit while she wiggled against her. It was less her masturbating for Kendall's viewing pleasure now that she's taken over, but they both liked this.

"Am I doing good, baby? How does it feel?"

"S-So good, Kendall," she stutters through the pleasure."I love when you touch me."

Y/n knows how to make herself feel good, but just the way Kendall touches her is heaven. She sucked on her neck and caressed her belly. Paired with the buzz from the vibrator, she was on cloud nine. Kendall moans against her skin as she leaves marks on Y/n's delicate skin. If there was ever a moment to prove that Y/n's pleasure is also Kendall's too, it was now.

"And I love touching you...my sweet girl."

Kendall felt the urge to toss the vibrator and just use her hand. She could hear the vibrator splashing in Y/n's wetness and she was feeling envious of the man-made machine. 'Fuck it' she says to herself and turns the toy off. Y/n was confused but couldn't give a damn once she felt Kendall's warm hand against her clit. She rubs against Y/n at a sloppy pace. Her wet flesh pressed against her skin made her moan. She can feel her clit pulsing against her hands. Finally relief was near after the stopping and starting.

"Cum for me baby. I know you're getting close! I wanna feel you cum for me."

All Y/n could do was moan. The pleasure became too much and Kendall's words only pushed her further to that blissful edge. Y/n's legs tried to close, but Kendall kept them open for her while she rode out her high, grinding against her hands.

"Kendall-"

"Shh, I know baby."

Kendall peppers her with kisses to help bring her down, but it seems like every searing kiss took her higher.

"So fucking sexy," she whispers.

Usually when Y/n takes care of herself it's followed by a lengthy nap. Her body slumped, and felt heavier and heavier.

"Don't fall asleep on me," Kendall jokes. However she lays them down, kissing Y/n's forehead like she does every night before bed.

"Now that you've watched me touch myself, maybe I should do the same?"

Kendall laughs at how shameless she is now. She gives Y/n one last kiss.

"Maybe."

[bradpittwh0re]

brad pitt dating model!reader would include...

faceclaim: kendall jenner

pairings: brad pitt x model!reader

warning: fluff,mutually simping

brad and y/n are thee most supportive couple ever!!!

everybody is obsessed with you guys, especially the media paparazzi pictures of you guys together sell for upwards of thousands to millions

you guys first bonded on the fact that you were both trusted into the entertainment industry at a young age.

you were scouted when you were 12 and since becoming a child model you have been one of the most successful in the business. brad was known as a child actor and got his raise to fame as Kevin McCallister in “Home Alone”

the content your fans get at fashion month is just too good

as you strut down the runaway the camera would always pan to brad’s face is amazement 😍

as you do high-fashion campaigns and photoshoots , he would always give your friends fans bts content on his instagram stories

everytime he sees you on the cover on magazines , he would buy it and post it on your instagram aswell

don’t get it twisted y/n is just as much as a simp as brad

you loved seeing him at work , just all the passion he puts into his performances

the two would always go viral for your outfits(why we’re always chefs kiss😽)

especially when you guys went to the Oscar’s , he was nominated and your complimenting outfits where at the top of best dressed list

even though Brad lost the award , you guys were the most tweeted celebrities of the night

despite their Hollywood fame , y/n and brad are very down-to-earth who values their privacy and likes to keep a low profile.

when you guys are asked about each other in interviews , you confirm but not say too much which keep the general public wanting more

there was a rumour that you guys broke up because there was no recent pics of you guys , it didn’t help with deuxmoi and e!news spreading misinformation from “trusted close sources”

when finally a paparazzi spotted you guys leaving your gated community , finally peace was restored in the world

his family adores you

when he first brought up this idea you were really nervous but when you actually meet his family it was amazing

you and his family clicked immediately , you and his sister became bestie and his mom loves making dinner with you.

you love hearing all the embarrassing stories from brad’s childhood from his dad and brother

because of you both have a busy , hectic schedule and having a demanding careers , you guys are on facetime 24/7

basically people don’t know if you they are jealous or in love with the couple.