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[gatorbites-imagines]

Kenneth “Ken” Sean Carson x male reader

Smut drabble

Can you guys believe that Kens name is Kenneth?? What the hell,,,,, I loved the Barbie movie btw, I loved how worshippy Ken was, cuz what’s better than a guy that would kiss the ground you walk on.

Reader doesn’t know he’s like,,,, a doll I guess, they just think he’s the biggest himbo airhead in existence.

This was not proofread btw.

 Kens bright blonde hair was soft between your fingers as you brushed your fingers through it, before tightening your hand into a fist as you pulled his head closer. Kens hands grasped at your thighs, his grip clenching and loosening over and over as he gurgled around your cock, wet sloppy noises filling the back room of the store you worked in. Pleasured moans left the blonde man on his knees in front of you, and you could catch his feet wiggling behind him in those ugly cowboy boots he wore. His hat had been thrown somewhere to the side so you could bury your hands into that blonde hair that was so light you were sure it had to be bleached, but as you pulled his hair you couldn’t see any sign of roots showing. Either he truly was the stereotypical dumb blonde, or he had a great hair routine. But his hair was too soft to be bleached as much as you were sure it was, so maybe he really was blonde. His name was even Ken, like those Barbie dolls you had seen your baby cousin play with.

It was very clear the guy had never given head before, but the way he moaned and slobbered over your dick made it just as good. Never before had you gotten such good head, Ken was just so enthusiastic about it, like pleasing you was all he could ever want. The first time you had muttered praise down at him, he had stared up at you in disbelief, like praise was something he had never heard before. His pupils are grown bigger and his lip had quivered, and then he dove on your length and swallowed all of it down in one go, like he had no gag reflex at all, sucking and slobbering over it to the point you had to bite down on your fist to stay quiet, so as to not moan so loud it alerted other customers or your coworkers.

What you didn’t know was that Ken really didn’t have a gag reflex, why would he have one? Hes a doll. Dolls had no need for that kinda thing. They also didn’t have a need for genitals, so it wasn’t like Ken could whip it out or let you go down on him, not that hed ever wanted to do that. Maybe it was the fact that Kens by nature were just accessories, there to better their Barbie and follow along to her every whim, hanging onto any bit of praise and positive attention they could get. But being here between your legs, his mouth and throat working your length with throaty noises, was enough to have Ken brimming with pride and a hot tingly feeling he couldn’t identify.

Every murmur of praise that left your lips had Kens hips twitching or his thighs clenching, even though there was nothing for him to clench around. You were sure you’d found the guy with the biggest praise kink in existence, so you kept going, brushing his hair out of his eyes and telling him how good he was, how pretty he was, how good of a boy he was. It seemed the more praise you gave him the more he preened and more effort he put into it, and to say you were amazed at how good he became so quickly? You couldn’t even put it into words.

Kens pretty blue eyes looked up at you as he swallowed down all you were worth, the tip of your length tickling the back of his throat, and where others would gag, Ken just hummed and looked up at you with wet eyes. His lashes were clumped together, but it only served to make him look even more needy and attractive. Kens throat clenched around you as he swallowed, and when he learned that action got you to moan, he kept doing it, almost milking you like he didn’t have any need to breathe.

Soon it was impossible to hold it back anymore, and you came down his throat, your head falling back against the wall you were leaning against as you ground your hips against Kens pretty face. Ken swallowed everything you gave him, wet gulps filling the tiny room you two were hiding in as he gulped and gulped, still looking up at you, his hands gripping the fabric of your pants.

He kept your softening length in his mouth as you released the rough grip you had on his hair, a pleased hum leaving him as his eyes fluttered, as you ran your fingers through his hair instead. “Such a good boy Ken, you did so well. Fuck, you’re so pretty, so amazing. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone so good at sucking cock as you, I just wanna keep you all to myself” you murmured in a post orgasm voice, the praise thick and heavy as it fell endlessly from your lips.

The praise seemed to be what did it for Ken, at least from your perspective. For Ken, hearing all those words from you as you petted him had that hot tingly feeling in his abdomen growing, more and more until it seemed to overtake his entire being. His vision went white as he swallowed around your flaccid length, eyes rolling back as that feeling overtook him. Kens entire body shook as he felt a sudden weight between his legs, a soft length of his own appearing, which quickly seemed to be filling up as you talked him through his orgasm.

Ken was still floating off somewhere as you pulled him to his feet, hugging him to your chest to let him calm down from such a powerful orgasm. To you at least, that was what it seemed like. Someone who came from the praise and sweet attention you gave him, but to Ken it was something completely different. He had no idea what to do with the hardening length between his thighs as he started rolling his hips into your thigh, whimpered moans leaving him as he buried his face into your shoulder.

You bit your lip as you hesitated for a moment, before coming to a conclusion. “Why don’t you come home with me Ken? Just for a bit” you asked, both worried about how strong his reaction had been, as you feared maybe you had put him in subspace, but also because you didn’t want to see the blonde cute himbo go just yet. You barely had to ask before Ken was nodding into your shoulder, soft murmurs leaving him that he really wanted to go with you, please don’t leave him. So, after tucking yourself away, making yourself presentable, and grabbing Kens cowboy hat, you signed out of work and tucked Ken into the passenger seat of your car, starting the drive back to your apartment, Kens hand in yours as you kept muttering praise to the blonde, who only replied with soft whimpers and moans.

[morgysfics]

Kenneth Sean Carson x afab reader

Better than ice cream: part II (Part I)

Smut one shot(4.5k words)

After teaching Ken some of the ways humans have fun, eager to learn more, Ken suggests you both go back to the human world to learn more. And boy, did he learn more.

Standing at the edge of Barbieland, you and Ken watched as the horizon drifted out, fading into what you knew to be the real world. You were surely going to make sure Ken experiences the most fun side of it this time.

"Are you ready?" you asked, looking up at the blonde, handsome doll to your left.

"More than ever," he smiled down at you, his brows raising slightly.

When you both went onwards excitingly, you and Ken made your way towards reality – a journey you thought was tedious on the way in but regardless, you knew it was going to be worth it in the end.

As the two of you trip outside of Barbieland to the real world, you are finally met with the golden sunset of Santa Monica beach, Los Angeles. You weren't exactly sure how time worked between this place and the other but you weren't worried about it – maybe even then you thought this was a perfect time than ever to–

"Y/N," Ken's voice perked up as he walked beside you, "how'd I know if I'd feel any different than the last time I was here?"

Eager, you thought.

You furrowed your brows softly as you glanced up at him. "What'd you mean?" you asked, confused.

"If I have the right stuff," he replied, gesturing to himself.

A soft laugh escaped your lips before you glanced him up and down for a moment, your wandering eyes staying on the centre of his shorts for a moment before looking away again. "Do… you feel anything different?"

"I'll check–" Ken then pulled on the hem of his shorts before you hurriedly reached out, pushing your hands against his to stop him.

"N– Not here…!" you exclaimed in a lower volume.

Ken's blue eyes then danced around your small hands against his before his attention fell to your face, just for a moment, you almost had that same bashful expression from before. "Why?" he asked, though he thought he already knew the answer.

"Well, because…"

The doll now almost man chuckled before pulling your hand away, his full attention still on you. "Well, you looked so happy before… That I was touchin' you. D'you feel like that now? Or should we–"

"Ken–"

"Woah." Ken then felt his body almost freeze up as he took a step back – feeling something between his legs twitch with excitement. He felt his breath hitch in his chest for a moment as his eyes on his crotch drifted to your face. "I felt… somethin'."

You felt your face flush a pink shade, the thought of his cock doing to you what he fingers were earlier that day made your head spin. "I have somewhere we can stay for the night." You felt your blush reach your ears at the thought. "Try not to think too much about… anything until then."

"Did that make you feel somethin' too, Y/N?" he asked, smirking.

You, with haste, took his hand in yours and pulled him into the streets as the two of you made your way to the hotel that you were staying at last week. You never expected to get into this rumoured Barbieland so quickly – though, you didn't complain at all.

     As you arrive at the hotel, both you and Ken find yourselves in the elevator – soft music being played over the speaker, passing with each level that you moved up. 

"Y/N…"

"What's up, Ken…?" you asked, your hand still in his. Being alone with him in this confined space was making your thoughts run wild with fantasy, but right now, you wanted to just get to your room. Patience was a virtue.

"This thing… It's, like…"

When you glanced down at him, you could barely make out Ken's new toy between his legs and, fuck, did it look big. You swear you felt your cunt flutter between your thighs, your pretty folds already wet from remembering how well he fingered you from before. "Mhm… Y– Yeah, okay… Let's take care of it in the room."

When the elevator came to a halt, you hurried out with your doll down the hall and towards the room at the end. With a swipe of a card across the handle, you and Ken made your way inside and closed the door behind you.

"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom for a moment, okay? I'll be back in a minute," you smiled to him before your hand slipped from his, walking towards and into the tiled bathroom – the door shutting with a click sound.

"Fuck," was the first word that left your mouth. You leaned forward slightly as one of your hands grabbed at the sink, your eyes on your reflection in the mirror as you noticed how flushed you looked. "Ken…" You whimpered his name like you knew how bad you wanted him. Without a second thought, your hand slipped under your skirt as you grazed your clit over your already damp panties causing another whimper to leave your peach painted lips.

As your finger slipped over your clit a few times, your eyes caught your reflection in the mirror again, stopping when you thought you heard something in the bedroom outside.

You tried to steady your breathing before finally fixing your hair a little and opening the door – stepping into the bedroom once again.

Your brows raise slightly as you notice Ken on his phone, watching as his finger slowly flicked up the screen. You went to part your lips to speak but nothing came out, especially when your eyes fell to his crotch – you could see how hard his cock was underneath the fabric of his pants.

Your attention slowly glanced back to his face, your parted lips finally finding something to say. "Ken?"

"Y/N…" Ken's attention drew back to you, looking over to your obviously pinkish face. There was something different in his blue eyes – they didn't sparkle their same way they always have. No, they were…

filled with lust.

"So, I just read… n' watched a whole lot on what we're gonna do," Ken explained, his voice lowered ever so slightly which made your toes curl – watching as he kept his attention on you.

"O– Oh…?"

"Mhm," he hummed. "Come here." He then parted his thighs a little more than they already were, his eyes not leaving yours. "Sit."

Your shoulders raised a little, feeling your cunt get wetter with his voice alone – it was so low and sultry now, that by itself was making you feel dizzy. "O– Okay…" you barely whispered before finally walking over, looking down at him as his attention drew from your face to your mini skirt hanging so freely over your thighs.

When he glanced back up at you, you couldn't help but look away as you finally sat on his thigh, facing him now. "What… did you learn, Ken?" you asked coyly.

"Oh, a lotta stuff, babydoll," he replied, his tone lowering on the pet name. "Like why you got so wet before." His tongue curled in his mouth a little as his hands fell to your waist – those hands of his making you feel a little smaller in his grip. "All for me, huh?"

You felt yourself grind down a little on his thigh, "Ken…" you muttered his name like you felt embarrassed all of a sudden.

Ken then bounced his leg a little, watching as your face contorted at the sudden friction – oh, how it brought a smile to his own. "I can feel how wet you are right now. You've soaked through your panties, Y/N…"

You whined a little, your hips squirming a little on his thigh. "Ken, h– how do you feel…?" you managed to ask, though your mind was already fogging up.

"I'm sure you already know the answer," he glanced down at himself – his cock hard under his pants. "Have you been feelin' this way the whole time? With me?"

"I…" you muttered softly, your hands on his thigh as you kept yourself steady on him. "Um…"

"I've only had this for a day and I'm, fuck, achin' to touch you," he spoke through grit teeth as he looked down at your body. "This cock is makin' me wanna do dirty things to you. Your cute non-barbie parts all wet for me – shit, Y/N…" 

Ken's hands gripped you a little tighter, pushing you further down onto his thigh. "So, why don't we put it to good use, hm?"

Suddenly, he pulled you closer to him, guiding you along his thigh as he brought his lips close to yours, his blue eyes flickering from your parted lips to your eyes. "May I?" he asked.

"Y– Yes," you barely breathed that word to him before he finally pressed his lips against yours, a slow passionate kiss fell between the two of you – sensual and slow.

The way Ken moved his lips against yours only made you grind your pussy and clit against him more, a small mewl escaping your lips when his hands fell to your hips now – he was surely enjoying the movements you were making with them.

"My tiny baby," he whispered into the kiss. "I could hold you this close all night."

Your hands palmed against his chest, gripped his shirt slightly as you pulled away from the kiss for a moment, "Ken, I…"

"What is it?" he asked, his thumb grazing your bottom lip.

You hummed a little before pulling yourself away from him, standing in front of him now between his legs. "I want you to feel it too…"

Ken's eyes on you made you feel so shy still somehow. He looked like a hungry wolf. You'd never seen him look so… dirty. "What'd you have in mind, Y/N?"

Instead of using your words, you simply pulled your cropped shirt from your body and dropped it onto the floor next to you. You broke eye contact with him when you finally lowered yourself to the floor between Ken's legs, your attention on his cock just begging to be freed.

"Oh," Ken chuckled slightly. "Fuck, baby," he groaned a little as he reached out to you, his finger going under your chin to pull your face up to him. "You wanna do this?"

He's so cute.

You nod to him before reaching out and pulling on the black belt of his jeans. Once the leather was pulled away, you popped the button and tugged on the zipper. With Ken's help, you shimmed his jeans down just enough that your eyes widened and you stared in awe when his new toy stood up big in front of your face.

If you hadn't known it was attached to Ken, you'd think it was a perfectly crafted dildo – the tip had a glistening bead of pre cum that could've been mistaken for icing on a cake. Holy shit, he was extraordinary.

"Ken…" you mumbled softly as you moved even closer to him.

Ken's brows raised as he looked down at himself; even he seemed surprised at how it looked. Watching as it twitched a little, a heavy groan purred from the man's lips as he reached out and wrapped his hand around the base. "Y/N…" he whispered, looking from his cock to your face, your attention still on his hardened length in his hand. "This what you wanted?"

Your eyes drifted up to meet his for a moment before nodding. "It's so big," you muttered.

You caught his forearms flexing a little, your attention being brought back to his cock as you watched his hand tighten around himself.

"I want your pretty mouth on me, baby," he almost growled as he said that.

Your hips squirmed at the sound of his voice, feeling yourself only get wetter as you bring your hands to his dick – wrapping your fingers around the base as Ken pulled his own away, his hands gripping at the sheets below him.

That precum on the tip of his cock only seemed to seep a little more which made your mind run crazy at the thought of him cumming inside you. Mouth or elsewhere. You finally parted your lips and lapped your tongue across the precum before running your slick tongue down the underside of his cock – a delicious sounding moan echoed from Ken's lips, his hands only gripping at the bedsheets tighter. "Fuuuck."

Your eyes glanced up at him as you continued to work your tongue across his dick, your fingers still laying across the base. He had his head tilted back, his blonde locks falling gracefully made him look heavenly. "Like this, Ken?" you asked before your lips moved to the tip of his cock, pushing your mouth over him.

"Oh, fuckfuckfuck, Y/N… Just like that," he groaned, thrusting his cock up into your mouth a little. "S– So good…"

You smiled a little with your mouth over his dick; his moans were a fucking blessing to your ears. You hummed your own moan on his cock, sending a vibration through Ken's body.

"Shit– Ngh…" Beautiful moans escaped Ken's lips before he clenched his jaw, flexing each muscle in his body as you kept moving your wet mouth over his shaft – your eyes flickering up to him every now and then to catch that blissful expression across his handsome face.

"S– Somethin'–," Ken groaned again, his brows curled up as he looked down at you now, his mouth hanging open slightly. "Something's coming– I'm gonna–"

With your mouth over his hard cock, you pulled off just enough to let your slurred voice out, "In my mouth. Cum in my mouth, Ken," you whimpered before curling your tongue around his shaft once again, making sure to get every inch of it soaked.

"Y/N…!" he called out, his jaw clenching as his hand reached out, palming the top of your head. "I'm…!"

Your eyes fluttered open slightly to watch as Ken finally came – your mouth left open just enough that his new doll juices coated your tongue that was lapped out of your mouth. It was so hot – your eyelids flickered with delight for a moment before you finally comprehended the new taste in your mouth as you sucked your tongue back in; it was sweet.

Ken grunted a few times as he looked down at you, watching as you licked up the cum that was running down his still hardened cock. "Y/N…"

"You taste so good," you muttered softly to him, your eyes glancing up at him; a small, almost ditzy smile clouding your face.

"Not done," he mumbled through a low voice at you.

Before you could ask what he meant, he reached out to you and picked you up with ease – a whimper mewling from your lips as you felt the sudden pressure of the bed against your back.

As you opened your eyes, you were met with Ken's blue ones glancing back down at you, though that almost sick, sultry look in them didn't waver. He looked absolutely mesmerising.

With your lips parting to speak, any words were instantly replaced with a whine as you felt Ken's hands wrap around your tits, his thumbs gliding over the cute buds – his eyes flickering to your nipples as they bounced a little between his strokes.

"Ken—!" you whimpered, your body squirming a little under him as he continued playing with your nipples. "That's…!"

"So, you like this too," Ken chuckled, watching your reactions in delight. "I'll remember that."

"Ah~!" you moaned before biting your bottom lip, muffling your small whimpers a little.

You feel Ken's hands glide from your tits to your waist to your squirming hips, his fingers hooking under the hem of your pretty black skirt before his eyes fall to your once more. "Y/N," he spoke in a hush tone. "Tell me I can give you the same pleasure."

Your eyes glanced down at Ken who was between your thighs down, his pretty diamond eyes looking up at you – a look in them that said 'I want you.' With that look alone, you nodded to him, a hum vibrating behind your closed lips before you parted them, "Please…" you begged.

Ken's lips creased to a small smile before his hands palmed the inside of your thighs – a hum vibrating behind your lips as you felt his thumb part the folds of your pussy. His blue eyes narrowing at the sight, the way your cunt glistened from how wet he made you only made him chuckle a little.

"How pretty you look here, Y/N," he murmured softly. "So wet."

Ken then ran the pad of his thumb along your clit down to the end of your cunt, a slick sound echoing in both of your ears which only made Ken's cock twitch in delight – a moan escaping from your lipstick painted lips at his touch.

"Ken~..." You squirmed your hips in his hands, wanting him, aching for him to keep touching you. "Please… More…"

"Cute," he hummed, a small smirk on his lips before his eyes flickered up from your cunt to your face, watching your expressions contort as he brought his thumb to your clit again, only for now putting pressure onto it. "You'll get more, my little baby."

You whined under his touch, your cunt fluttering when he pressured his thumb into your sensitive bud. "Aah…! Fuck…!"

"You like that," he muttered before finally moving his thumb over your little clit, his middle finger gliding between your slick folds – a sick side of him making sure not to slip inside of you just yet. "Tell me again, sweetheart," he spoke up again, his voice so low and to a whisper. "Tell me how much you want this."

Your toes curled and your pretty hands gripped the bedsheets as you closed your eyes, your mouth hanging open. "Ken…!" you almost squealed at how well he was teasing you. "Want you…! Please please please…" 

"Like this?" he cooed before slipping a finger inside you, just half way – enough to make you want to beg for more.

"Mhm! Yesyes! Ken, please, more…!" You felt yourself buck your hips down onto his digit – biting your lips as you felt him push further inside you, going until he reached the knuckle.

"So fucking wet in here, princess," he whispered, curling his middle digit inside your cunt which only made you whine and curl your hips around him more. His attention fell from your blissful expression to his finger knuckle deep inside of you.

As he began to slowly pull and push his digit in and out of your pussy, his tongue lapped from his mouth before kittenlicking your clit – a gasp escaping from your mouth at the sensation; your reaction only making him work harder on you. His finger pumping inside you a little quicker as he brought your clit between his lips, sucking on it before lapping his tongue against your red bud again.

"Aah~ Ken, that feels so…!" you squirmed under his touch, his tongue and fingers feeling like absolute sky–high heaven. You'd never had guessed he figured it all out so quickly. "C– Gonna cum, gonna cum…!"

You jolted your hips into him, your eyes fluttering as your cunt twinned your expression, finally cumming around Ken's fingers as you heard him chuckle – a pop sound echoing in your ears as Ken pulled away from you for a moment, taking in your face, how heavy you were breathing; just as he did back in Barbieland. "I could watch you get all heated every moment we're together, Y/N… Fuck."

Your vision was a little blurry but you slowly glanced to Ken, watching him as he crawled on top of you now, his face inches away from yours – a beautiful smile painted across it like an expensive piece of art. "Let's keep goin' a little longer, okay?"

"Mhm…" you managed to hum a yes to him, slowly nodding your head before you suddenly felt Ken's hot tip slide against your seeping cunt – the precum from his throbbing cock made you already see stars in your eyes. "Ken…! Ngh!" You whined, thrusting yourself up at him, his tip gliding against your swollen clit which only made you whimper and writhe under him.

"Those pretty little sounds," Ken mumbled softly, his hands reaching to your mouth as thumb ran across your bottom lip. "I'm glad they're 'cause of me."

You could only nod to him, small whines still escaping your lips as he palmed his cock; circling his tip against your clit. "It is 'cause of me, right, Y/N?"

"Y— Yes, Ken!" you replied, raising your voice a little higher than before. "You've m– made a mess of me…!"

He smiled down at you, admiring every part of your expressions before he slipped his cock down your slit, sliding the tip into your sopping pussy – your lips were left apart, a breathy moan leaving them as Ken pushed inch by inch inside of you. It was just as you imagined… Fucking perfect. "B– Big, Ken…" you whimpered softly.

"I know, baby," he replied, his voice ever so soft and reassuring. "Does it hurt?"

You watched his eyes grow concerned as he kept his gaze on you – you shook your head no before letting out another sigh of pleasure. "N– No…" you muttered. "Feels so… good…"

"Good," Ken smiled before he finally bottomed out into you, the top set of his teeth grazing his bottom lip as he felt your pussy clench down on his throbbing cock. "God, princess, you feel… so so magnificent."

You would've laughed at his choice of words if your mind wasn't so clouded with how well his toy was stretching your cunt out, your head tilted back into the pillow.

"I'm gonna move," Ken spoke, like he making sure you were fine with it before he finally thrusted his hips back and forth in short and slow strokes, his blue eyes closing as he felt the friction glide against the skin of his cock. It was definitely euphoric for him.

"Oh, fuck. Fuck," Ken moaned as he began to move with longer strokes now, his eyes on his cock disappearing into your cunt with every thrust – it was like magic to him. "Can't stop—" he groaned, a heavy moan following after.

He turned his attention back to you instantly when he felt one of your hands go to his back and the other to the top of his head – his blonde hair messes so pretty between your fingers. When his blue eyes met yours, you offered him a smile, though your eyes were dazed a little, like you were still trying to make Ken feel wanted. This was his true first time, after all.

"I don't want you to stop, Ken," you barely breathed that sentence out to him before a moan left your lips again, his thrusting continued even with his attention on your face again.

"Oh, my sweet baby," he mewled, smiling down at you. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

He moved his hands from your hips to your face, his palms resting against your cheeks as you both fell into each other's gaze. "Can I keep you?" he asked in a whisper. You could tell how genuine he wanted to ask that – like he was almost afraid this whole time to even suggest it but in this moment, it was more him asking…

"I'll stay," you whispered back to him before yours and Ken's lips found each other again, kissing so passionately as Ken moved his hips a little faster into you now, you could feel his cock twitch and throb inside of you which only made you moan every now and then into your now turned messy make out session. 

"Ken—" you moaned his name as he moved even faster now – the wet noises with each thrust was echoing in the hotel room; God, how dirty, you thought.

"So pretty," Ken groaned, his hands falling to your waist, thrusting your body down onto his cock as he kept up his rhythm – you could feel his cock slowly getting bigger inside you with each push now. "So so so pretty."

"Ken! Pl– Please…!" you called out, your hands gripping onto his back, your painted nails almost clawing at his tanned skin. "Harder, d– don't stop…!"

Ken immediately began pumping harder inside you, one of his hands gliding down your stomach now as his thumb ran circles on your already swollen and sensitive little clit. "Like that, princess?" he cooed with a smirk. "Yeah?"

"Aah~!" An elated girlish moan fell from your lips as Ken only pushed further, you swear you were on cloud nine from how well he was treating your cunt. "Yes! Yesyesyes—" 

"Fuck–," Ken hissed before pressing his lips against yours again, pulling away before his lips found your neck – drawing kissing alone the line of your throat to your shoulder.

You quickly closed your eyes as your head fell into the pillow, feeling like you were going to cum again any time soon. "Ken– I– I'm gonna c– cum…!"

Ken left out a few heavy breaths in your ear before his deep voice spoke up, "Mm…" he hummed before his fingers flexed on your waist. "M– Me too…"

With a few more thrusts, there was so denying how hot his cock felt inside you now, like he'd been holding it back so he could be with you that much longer.

"Together…" you moaned back to him.

"Yeah, baby doll. Together."

Ken finally pulled out once more before pushing deep inside of your wet cunt, feeling your walls flutter and clench around him, you both finally gave out and climaxed together at the same time. Both yours and Ken's eyes widened at the sudden sensation – his hot sticky cum painting the inside of you only caused you to cry out in ecstasy, a heavy growl of a moan leaving Ken's at the same time.

You twitched your hips up into Ken's cock, feeling his length throb that little more inside you before you felt him soften slightly inside you – though he didn't pull out – not at all.

"Y/N…" Ken mumbled ever so softly, his eyes not leaving yours as you both tried to catch your breath.

"W– What is it, Ken…?" you asked, feeling his hands grip your waist that little bit tighter before you watched him smile down at you.

"Way better than ice cream."

[gatorbites-imagines]

Could you do a Ken (Ryan Gosling) X Male Reader X Ken (Simu Liu) SMUT? Their Rivalry turning Raunchy when it comes to the MR: Whose kisses are better, who is the better makeout partner, who can give better blowjobs(Resulting in MR getting a Double BJ from both), whose penis, balls, and cum are better and tastier, and finally whose Ass tastes and feels best! ;) ALSO if neither Ken's have genitalia, just smoothness, do they love it when MR rubs and licks them their, turning into moaning messes? ;)

Stereotypical Ken x Male Reader x Pompadour Ken

Headcanons

I’ve learned the only way I can get in the mood to write about Ken is to listen to Bimbo Doll on repeat.

It’s gonna be so confusing saying stereotypical Ken and Pompadour Ken over and over, but I have no idea how else to refer to them 😭

How you ended up with not one but two kens following you around, you had no idea. Maybe it was the fact that you stole two of your sisters ken dolls as a kid, and used to play with them when you played with your ninja turtle toys and monster trucks.

Or maybe it was the fact that you worked at Mattel for like, a few months, and specifically had worked on outfits for Ken and only Ken. It meant you had some kind of connection to them, in some way.

Maybe it was also because you got dragged along with everything that happened with the Kens taking over barbieland, and you had to go save it with the rest.

Stereotypical Ken had been absolutely glowing when you said he looked pretty cute in his Kenough hoodie, and Pompadour Ken immediately seemed to hook onto that, for some reason. Being rivals just seemed to be in their blood, bodies? Plastic?

Now that stereotypical Ken knew how to get from Barbieland into the real world, you get used to him just showing up at your apartment sometimes. He would never tell Pompadour Ken how to get there, because he doesn’t want his rival to have that advantage, but they both figure it out at some point.

Any weaker man would have buckled or probably passed out from the blood rushing upwards and downwards at having two very attractive, not very bright but enthusiastic men, rubbing against you from both sides.

But you were not a weak man, for the most part. In the beginning their competitions were on the normal side. From whom could do the best backflip, to who could cook the best brownies, you never really questioned it, and somehow always made sure to keep their “score” equal.

Both Kens must have stumbled across more adult content, or the overexposure of being in the real world started giving them ideas, because you almost had a heart attack coming home from work one day and they both almost knocked you over, their lips immediately all pressing against your neck and chin.

You end up having to sit them down and scold them, but from then on it seems like a switch has been flipped inside stereotypical Ken and pompadour Ken.

Their competitions start becoming steamier, from kissing, to make outs, to full body massages. You aren’t complaining of course. It’s horrible for your ego, having two hot guys rubbing you all over and competing to see who can make the best hickey on your chest.

You almost get a nosebleed when you come home from work one day to see them both on speedos, comparing their bodies in front of a full body mirror you didn’t even know you owned.

You get lightheaded from how much blood is rushing downwards as they grope and squeeze each other, grumbling half compliments-half insults at each other. It ends up with you just leaning against the doorway and watching for a bit, because how can you not.

They both also seem so taken with you, especially when you come home from work, especially if you do a blue-collar job. It seems to tickle some kinda manliness nerve inside them, as they both seem so obsessed with your uniform or how rough your hands are.

Its kinda nice honestly, coming home to two attractive guys who are so excited to see you and please you in one way or another. It did catch you off guard the first time they scrambled into your lap, one on each thigh, Pompadour Ken stating you needed them to help figure out who the best kisser was.

Of course, you never ended up giving them a solid answer, which they quickly forgot, as both Kens seemed to become almost mindless and weak in the knees from just kissing alone.

When they first gain genitals, you bet your ass they’re comparing size, girth, hairs, anything. They would want your opinion too. You, being a bit of a tease, would go down on them and leave them both whining and whimpering as you suck them off.

The experience feels like some kind of awakening for them both, and you swear they’re gonna start throwing hands on who gets to go down on your first. You’ll have to remind them they can both go first, maybe by wording it like a competition.

It ends up extremely sloppy and with little finesse or skill, but by God are they enthusiastic. Two mouths on you at once, both looking up at you with those begging eyes of their, trying their damnest to make you cum.

After making you cum, both stereotypical Ken and pompadour Ken seem even more energized. You can expect to get head at least once a day from then on, some days even twice, as they don’t wanna share every time. I pray for you.

They become fiends are they get a hang of the internet, saying all kinds of dirty things to you and wanting to try so many different things. Stereotypical Ken would definitely want to ride you, and I can see pompadour Ken wanting you to eat him out till he’s crying into the pillow and shaking.

Its like having two dogs in heat running around sometimes, they’re gonna have to learn how to help each other, because you can in no way keep up, especially when their rivalry kicks up a notch like it does sometimes.

To have mercy on yourself and your body, you end up able to convince them that you can sit back and watch, and then pick a winner from there. They would still want you involved sometimes, or most times for that matter, since they are sure you can judge it better that way.

At some point you have to be careful when you have visitors over, as both Kens just take to walking around in the nude, because why cover up when they wanna show off to you?

They are both so beautiful in very way that you don’t mind most days, but you don’t wanna have someone over and then see the two of them making out on the couch, trying to settle who the best kisser is for the fourth time this week.

You still love them, even though they leave you feeling like a juice box with all the air sucked out, or more dehydrated than after a full day working in the sun. They’re your messy competitive boys, and you’d probably allow them to get away with anything if they looked at you with those pretty eyes of theirs and pouted.

They never end up being able to settle any of their competition with you after all, but at this point the competitions just seem like a cover or habit to get in the mood or get each other riled up.

Both Kens are pretty submissive by nature, which is why they pull out their rivalry most times when they wanna do something but both feel so shy to ask you to do it with them, and you might enable them a bit too much sometimes, but you all enjoy it too much to stop.

[morgysfics]

Kenneth Sean Carson x afab reader

Better than ice cream.

(Part II)

One shot smut.

After rumours spread online about Barbieland, you, a curious human, were hellbent on finding a way there, only for you to befriend Ken… and he has curiosities about the real outside world himself.

You glance over at the fireplace that was still barely lit under the plasma TV that hung above the mantel. The short yet fake flames brought some comfort to you; like this place had a warmth you couldn't put into words. A warmth you hadn't felt in your own world of reality in a long while.

"What're you thinkin' about, Y/N?" Ken asked, noticing your silence.

"This place… I know you know it has its differences to the outside world but…" you seemed to trail off a little, like you were trying to understand what you wanted to say. Your brows furrowed softly before you turned to Ken. He was looking at you, his bright blonde head tilted a little as if to try to read your facial expressions clearer – you did think it was cute every time he did that. Like a puppy.

"Well, I'm sure I don't know all the differences," Ken replied, his brows raising a little. "I mean– Okay, I may have got some stuff from your place a little mixed up, but that's cool now. We're good. This place, Barbieland, if I can't find my place here, then…"

"You're Ken," you spoke up again, your eyes dancing between his blue ones. "You can find your place wherever you want to. If you ever want to come back to the outside world, try one more time, I'd be glad to try to show you how it really is."

"You'd… You'd do that? Seriously? Thank you, Y/N," he seemed to cough a little, trying to man himself up somewhat. "Thanks."

You offered him a smile and a small laugh before going to turn away, Ken's voice perked your ears again.

"D'you think… maybe, you could tell me some now? If I ever decide I wanna go, I can," his blue eyes shifted away for a moment before he moved a little closer to you, his head doing that tilt thing again, "get it a bit more. I won't be so lost."

"Oh, wow," you muttered softly. "Right now? I… I dunno where to start."

"Do people still fall in love the same way they do here?"

You blink in surprise at his question. His first question. You knew you shouldn't have been shocked, it's Ken. He's gonna wanna know how to get a girl if he truly wanted to. But you knew that he didn't need that. …Even if you were feeling something towards him recently.

"There's a million ways to fall in love, Ken," you replied, your smile pulled back slightly. "Everyone here feels like it's an obligation a little, though. You don't have to fall in love to still feel something. To feel connected to another person."

"I can make friends real easily," Ken explained confidently, fixing the navy bandana on his head. "Obligation… So, it's kinda true then, you don't have to fall in love?"

"It's your life anywhere, Ken." You hummed softly before speaking up again, "Like I said, in the human world, we have… so many ways to feel and express." You pause for a moment, your brows raising when you realise where this conversation might lead. "You have your plastic… and we have– we have more than plastic."

Ken was quiet when you finished speaking, like he was trying to put your words together like puzzle pieces in his brain. When he glanced to his own hands, his brows furrowed before turning back to you. "Well, you humans have, like, blood and stuff."

You let out a small giggle, your hand covering your mouth when you did. Oh, he was charming. "Well, that is true! What I'm trying to say is… uh… Actually, I don't know." You brush off your words, trying to find something else but your mind was a little in the gutter. You shake your head, like you were trying to mop away the dirt.

"Ah, you don't know?! Come oooon, I was so listenin' to all that." Ken groaned a little, throwing his hand out in frustration slightly. "So, if you don't gotta fall in love, then, like… The feelin', those feelings you get when you do, how do you…"

"Replace them?"

Ken nodded.

"Hm," you hummed a little, bringing your hand to your chin as you leaned forward slightly, your elbow on your knees against your chest. "Lots of ways to fulfil that joyment. A career. Family… A hobby. Sex. Friends. Eating good food."

"That's a lot," Ken mumbled, his deep voice soft a little as he spoke. "So, all of that we can do here, besides the food thing and the… Wait, what was the other thing?"

Oh no.

"Uh," you mutter a little before clearing your throat. "Sex?"

"I heard that word a lot back in the outside world," Ken spoke up again. "Always kinda… thrown about everywhere so I couldn't get, like, a definition for it, y'know?"

"Yeah, well, uh…" you fumble your words a little, feeling your cheeks flush a small shade of pink as you try to find something to reply with. "It's how babies are made."

"Oh. …Wait, so, how?"

"I– I don't think I'm the right person for this conversation," you replied quickly, turning away from him as he looked to you.

"You're actin' real weird," Ken chuckled a little, his brows raising on his forehead. "What ya actin' all weird for?"

"K… Ken," you mustered up enough confidence to turn back to him, though, Ken's brows seemed to raise that little more when he realised the expression on your face. "You know the physical differences between people in Barbieland and people in my land, right?"

"Oh, like…" Ken chuckled before shaking his head. "I'm not like the other Kens if that's what you're talkin' about. I have all the bits."

You stare at him for a moment, confused but you feel your face flush even more, your eyes widening in surprise. Before you even could notice, your hands slapped on your face and turned away from him again. "That's not what I…!"

"That's what you meant, right? Y/N?" he asked, somehow his voice seemed somewhat naïve to what just came out of his mouth before. "What's that gotta do with the sex thing?"

Your hands then slowly dragged down your face a little, exposing your eyes as you looked from the fireplace to Ken. "You… don't know?"

Ken shook his head before giving you a "well, then tell me" look.

"Kenneth!" you groaned before shoving him a little. "You did not just say you have all the bits and not even know what that suggests!"

"Woah, woah, handsy! What's with the shovin'?!" Ken groaned before he noticed you were laughing to yourself, his lips stayed apart slightly after he stopped speaking; admiring your smile for a moment.

"You're lucky you're so charming, it's actually ridiculous," you laugh again, covering your mouth a little. "You should watch what you say about that stuff around humans. You'll give off the wrong idea."

"And what idea would that be?" he asked, almost an annoyed tone lingered in his voice like he wanted you to just lay it all out for him. "Don't go all quiet on me now."

You shook your head, still laughing a little before you sighed. I guess someone had to tell him. Guess it was gonna be you. "O– Okay, I'll say this once." You felt your hand rub the nape of your neck a little before bringing it back to your lap." The parts people don't have in Barbieland… In the outside world, people… um, smush them together. To make babies or…" Your eyes drift away from him a little, an almost smirk laying on your lips. "To just have fun."

"You put your genitals together to make babies."

"And just for fun."

Ken's pretty much perfect lips stayed parted for a moment, like he was trying to understand what you were saying. "Why would you do that for fun? Sounds uncomfortable."

You tried to hide the ever growing playful expression on your face but it was proving to be difficult. "It's not. It's hard to explain but… it feels nice."

"It feels nice? I guess that's why there are so many humans about out there," Ken countered.

You shrugged a little before turning away from him again. "It's something I feel bad that you all miss out on here. Romance is one thing but… To me, it'd feel incomplete."

"It must feel real nice to compare it to everything else you listed."

When you looked to Ken, you noticed his blue eyes on you instantly. He didn't take them off of you, even for a moment, like he was a detective; trying to pull at your every word and expression.

"Y– Yeah, I guess so…"

"Show me."

Your eyes widened, still looking into his. He was giving you such an innocent yet sincere look – a serious expression laying so firmly on his face. "I–"

"I know, I don't… have… But just, tell me. Show me what else I'm missin'. If it feels so good and it doesn't exist here, maybe I'll feel just as good when I feel it outside. In the real world." Ken's voice was so raw; like every word that slipped his lips sounded genuine. He meant everything he ever said and in this moment, more than ever. Like you were the world he was missing at his fingertips.

You felt your heart race a little faster in your chest, you couldn't help but bring your knees to your chest slightly. "It feels like… like craving an ice cream on a hot day but the ice cream truck just gets pulled away every moment you get closer until… It suddenly stops. You get the ice cream and that first lick…"

"And?"

You smile to yourself, closing your eyes as your brows curled up a little. "It's wonderful, Ken."

You feel a small silence linger between the two of you which caused your eyes to shoot open again and you quickly looked away.

"I wanna feel it," Ken spoke out bluntly. He looked down at himself, like he knew what was missing but couldn't reach for any ice cream of his own. "What about… yours…?"

Yours. When that word left Ken's lips, you felt your face redden and your thighs seemed to clench together tighter. "M…ine?"

"It's touchin', right? That makes it feel good?"

You simply nodded to him, though you wanted to keep your attention off of his handsome face, so he wouldn't see how flustered yours was.

"Y/N," his voice fell a little, lower and almost into a whisper, "show me."

You felt your toes curl in your socks, your heart racing that little bit faster in your chest as you turned fully away from him now, looking behind you before slowly glancing back to him. "People will hear, Ken."

"No one can hear us, Y/N. It's just us."

You remained quiet, the feeling of your heart throb in your ears and between your thighs only grew faster and more intense as he spoke.

Before you could part your lips to finally speak, you watched Ken raise his hand and ghost it over the side of your face, his fingers barely in your hair. "Kiss me."

Your eyes flickered a few times before your lips parted, your own attention being drawn to his. You wanted to stay in the right headspace; to help Ken figure himself out but… with his offer, how could you say no?

You leaned forward and before you could even comprehend the situation you'd ended yourself up in, you felt the pressure of Ken's lips against yours, and my god, did it make you melt.

Your kiss only lasted for a moment before you both pulled away, your eyes flickered up to his blue hues looking down at you with a half lidded expression. "I didn't know you could…" you muttered, your lips still so close to his.

Ken smiled, almost smirking, down at you. "Kiss so good?" he cooed.

You nodded to him before pushing your skirt between your legs. You squirmed on the carpet the two of you were sitting on together, feeling your own non-barbie parts ache for something. Anything. Someone. Him. "I can show you… If you promise to not let anyone hear."

Those words alone were enough to cause Ken to chuckle a little. "I promise."

"A– And I'll promise if you think it… looks good enough, I'll…"

"I'd like that," he replied. "Promise kept, Y/N."

"Okay…" You sucked in your bottom lip a little, your teeth biting down on the flesh. You watched as Ken's eyes drifted to your hand between your thighs, pulling on the fabric of your little skirt. Your own attention was now there too; even if you had trouble building up the courage to move your hand. You wanted to show him. You really did. "T– This is embarrassing, y'know… S– So you owe me."

"Don't be embarrassed," Ken spoke softly, his body so close to yours now.

With your hand clenching at the hem of your skirt, you finally managed to pull it up a little, revealing your black panties with a pink ribbon at the lacy band.

"Woah," he muttered, his voice sinking a little, his eyes not leaving that pretty sight between your legs. "Okay…"

Your eyes glanced over to Ken beside you once more, his own eyes on your panties before you push your middle finger down the fabric that laid so tightly and beautifully over your clit – the pad of your finger pressed between the folds and your lips parted instantly; a small hum escaping from behind them when you quickly attempted to hide your moan.

Ken's attention was on your movements completely, watching as your finger circled your clit over your panties, your other hand still clenched so tightly on the hem of your skirt.

"Mmm…" another soft muffled moan purred behind your closed lips as you close your eyes, your finger not letting up on the pressure, the fabric of your panties causing friction on your clit. "K– Ken…"

The blonde man's eyes quickly drifted up from your hand to your face, his blue hues narrowing at the expressions you were making. He'd never seen someone look so… entranced. "Y/N…?"

"Want… you," you barely mouthed, your voice soft and meek. "Please…"

"To touch you?" Ken asked, like he wanted you to say it for yourself. He wasn't going to do anything without your consent at all.

"Mhm…" you hummed a yes to him, even though, in a less dazed state you'd know that wouldn't be enough for Ken Carson.

Ken's gaze searched your body like a pirate would a treasure map, almost like he was looking for the x. His eyes stopped on your face once again before slowly reaching his hand out to yours that was now flexing on Ken's shaggy carpet. "Y/N, use your words."

Your eyes flutter open just enough to look to him before nodding again, your other hand dancing along your clit not wavering at all. "Yes… Please. I want you to make me feel good."

With his attention flickering from your eyes to your lips, Ken brought his other hand to your jaw, his fingers in your hair as he brought you closer to him – your lips meeting each other one again, this time, though, you felt him deepen that kiss from before. His lips moved across yours in a way you wouldn't have guessed from him at all. Ken was full of surprises.

When his lips parted yours with a huff of hot breath escaping from the both of you, Ken whispered against your reddened lips, "Let's go somewhere more comfortable."

When you brought your body closer to him, you felt his hand wrap around yours, bringing you to your feet before pulling you across the room; you could barely make out a smirk spurred across his face through your almost half–dazed state.

He pulled you closer to him before his hands found your hips and lifted you up a little, pressing your body down onto the black silk sheets of his mattress. Your eyes glanced out of the window that looked out into Barbieland – Ken was right, it was quiet. You only assumed everyone else was at the beach. But not this Ken. You looked up at him, watching as he moved closer to you – you had more plans for this Ken right now than beach.

"It's not fair," you muttered as he was almost on top of you now.

"What?" he asked, his voice low and almost to a whisper.

"That you make me feel this way."

Ken chuckled, his brows raising slightly, "Good?"

"Good," you echoed his words before pulling him into another kiss, your tongue pushing into his mouth now. Maybe that surprised him but you weren't so sure, especially when he offered the same luxury. He seemed to be confident in what he was doing.

You pulled on his blue shirt to which he understood and practically ripped it off, discarding it elsewhere in the room.

"Fuck," your voice fluttered that word as it left your lips. You remembered he didn't have… what else you wanted but after this, I'm sure he'd like to have some experience of this ice cream himself.

"It's hot when you swear."

"It'd be hotter if you did."

Ken's brows shot up a little out of curiosity, that half smirk laying ever so confidentially on his face, "That fuckin' so?"

"Ken–!"

Before you could continue, you suddenly felt Ken's fingers slip under the lace of your panties which made you squirm under him instantly. You watched his eyes fall from yours to where his hand was, like he was trying to figure out what you were doing before over your panties. "It's wet here," he muttered. "What's all that about?"

You whimpered as his index and middle finger slipped over your clit before roaming further down, his digits lapping up everything he'd never felt before.

"Really wet," he whispered, his lips staying parted.

"Ken, that feels…!" You felt a moan pour from your lips now, your head falling into the pillow behind you. "S– So good…!"

"Yeah?" Ken's baby blues shifted back up to your face, watching your expression become one of pure bliss. "Shit, those faces ya makin'... It really feel that good?"

You felt Ken's middle finger circle your now swollen clit before pushing down along your slit, the wet noises from your cunt echoing in the room. "Y– Yes! Mmm! F– Fuck…!" you whimpered, clenching the sheets of the bed under you.

Before Ken could say anything else, he suddenly felt his middle finger slip inside you. When he opened his mouth to ask what just happened, instead a different kind of moan blessed his ears – one he hadn't heard yet. "Well, that must mean somethin' real good," he thought.

With that now in mind, he ran his index finger around your clit once more before slipping his middle into your slick pussy. The more he pushed further, the more you moaned and whimpered under him. "It's so wet and hot," he mumbled, his face falling a little closer to yours, feeling your body heat just that much warmer on him. "This feels awesome…"

"M– Move…" you whined, your hips jerking against him. "Pleaseplease…"

Something inside him made him want to egg you on more for some reason. Like, how far he could push you to beg even more. "Please what?" he asked, the tone in his voice was ever so teasing now. He was in for a fun game and he was gonna play hard ball.

You bit your bottom lip for a moment, turning your head to the side as you squeezed your eyes closed. "Ken… Ken, please." When his finger flicked around inside you, like he was testing you, another moan left your parted lips. "Want you~"

Ken's eyes drifted up your body, watching your squirm and wiggle under him. This was an ice cream flavour he definitely needed to try. "I'll give you all of me, baby." he pushed another finger inside you, his eyes on you as your head tilted back into the pillow. "All of me when we get outta this place too."

With those words, he pulled his fingers out of you before running your own slick up to your clit; oh, how he was enjoying watching you moan and whine much like a needy animal. If he knew whatever you were feeling felt this good, he'd left Barbieland with you much sooner.

He pushed his fingers into your cunt again, curling them around inside; like he wanted to feel every part of you. Be where you feel most euphoric. And, oh, how did you feel it. The way he slowly moved his digits in and out of you was making you see stars – especially when you were in those stars fantasising about how his cock would feel inside you too. New territory. Again. How fun.

"This what you wanted, Y/N?" he purred, his face ever so close to yours, his eyes dancing over your lewd expression. "Wanted this Ken to finger fuck you?"

You gasped, throwing your hands over your face; looking through your fingers up at the blonde doll in front of you. How he seemed to be all about your needs in that moment, the way the movements of his fingers curling in and out of you didn't waver. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you were in deep trouble with this. "Mhm…" you mumbled, soft moans still escaping your peachy lips. "I'm… I'm gonna…"

You saw Ken's brows raise a little, his head tilted further down slightly to bring himself closer to you. "Gonna what? Tell me…"

"Ken–" you felt your hand quickly wrap around his forearm, your other to the bedsheets when his fingers begin moving faster against your tight cunt; feeling yourself getting wetter and closer to climaxing. "Ice-cream…!"

Ken's blue eyes flickered a little as his attention stayed on your face. "...Sounds tasty." He brought his thumb to your clit with his fingers still pumping inside you; grazing your sensitive nub with the pad of his thumb as he watched you twirl your hips more and more as you drew closer.

"F– Fuck! Ken…!"

That hot tied knot that ached in your core finally lifted, feeling yourself let go as you came around Ken's fingers. "Ah!" you gasped and whined as Ken pulled his fingers out with a wet pop sound, your pussy fluttering and twitching around nothing as you jolted your thighs up into him.

Ken was quiet for a moment, looming over you as he watched your breathing fasten in your chest, your hips trying to push down onto him. "You look so pretty like this, Y/N," he almost growled those words as he looked down at you. He reached his hand out and grabbed your chin, pulling your face down to look him in the eyes. "I don't wanna forget the look on your face right now."

"K…en…" you mumbled through sharp breaths.

"Tonight, you n' me… We do this the whole way, right?" he asked, his eyes glued to yours. "I still wanna touch you like this." He brought his hand back to your pussy, his index and middle fingers stroking up and along your wet slick which only caused you to whimper again, your brows curling up in delight. "There it is. My pretty girl.

Let's get that ice cream together."