#kwn fics

[thebluediner]

BEHIND THE SCENES

a/n: new celebrity crush unlocked y'all!! I know most of y'all won't like this cause it's not billie and that's okay but there's literally no kwn fics so I have to do my job as a fanfic writer

the studio was busy—people rushing up and down with heavy, expensive equipment. some were preparing the set, paying attention to every tiny detail. others were busy with the actors, making sure they looked prim and proper for the camera that weighed heavy in your hands.

but most of all, when you glanced to your side, kwn stood out,conversing with the directors and creatives about last-minute changes. truthfully, you should’ve been there too.

you slowly made your way over, fingers working your hair into a manageable low ponytail as you got closer. you stopped right beside her. her focus faltered the second she saw you, her eyes sweeping over your face like it was the first time all over again. they lingered on you...watching, waiting for you to look back.

so you did. just slightly.

your eyes met.

only for you to break the gaze a second later, tuning back into the conversation, hoping it would give you some insight into your job for the day. you were the camera operator well, camera woman.

your role was simple,keep the equipment rolling.

kwn liked one takes. she always said they were more efficient. more effective. you never asked in what way you just went with it.

“okay, we’re starting in five! everybody to your places!” the director shouted, sending the entire crew into motion.

as you moved into position, you felt her right behind you her scent finding its way into your nose, familiar and distracting.

“try not to get jealous, yeah,” she murmured behind you.

“yeah, okay,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes instinctively as you caught a glimpse of her walking toward the bar setup.

you were positioned exactly where you needed to be, eyes tracking what the lens was supposed to capture. when the countdown started, and they called out one!, you hit record. the camera rolled smoothly as you walked behind it, hands on the remote, ready in case anything went wrong.

it caught the storyline as it unfolded, following the dialogue, the action, until it panned over to kwn. your eyes followed her closely. she moved with purpose, in sync with the energy of the scene. she was magnetic—fully in tune with what was needed.

the camera followed her walk toward the love interest. you stayed right behind, capturing the chemistry radiating between them. every detail: the way she looked at the girl, the way her lips curled into a subtle smirk, the girl twirling her hair while looking up at her with wide, suggestive eyes.

your jaw tensed, tongue poking the inside of your cheek.

they broke away from each other soon after, heading to separate sides of the set for the next scene. your camera panned to the setting, giving the audience context, anchoring them back into the mood.

then came the kitchen scene intimate and closed off. you moved carefully, feet silent on the ground, navigating between machinery and cables with the camera resting on your shoulder. you got in close.

the mood shifted flirty, slow-burning. the early signs of desire that come when something new sparks to life. kwn reached for the girl, tugging her in by the hoop of her jeans, teasing her into leaning close. the girl practically melted into her touch.

and just like that, they broke apart. like they knew they were being watched. or maybe just maybe the universe was being kind to you, not letting it go too far.

your eyes met kwn’s for a fleeting second. her expression unreadable. you looked away, grounding yourself back into the camera’s viewfinder, following the love interest as she ran out of frame and back into the previous scene.

this was the final stretch the girl having a dramatic fight with the guy she originally came with. you stayed close, letting the camera drink in the tension, capturing every motion, every word, until the final,

“cut!”

you instantly stopped recording, turned to the crew, gave them a thumbs up and a quick smile to confirm everything was captured cleanly.

you barely had a second to breathe before the editor-in-chief was in front of you, pulling you into a discussion about footage delivery and post-production timelines. you listened intently professional as ever but when a familiar scent filled the air again, your body turned on instinct.

she was there.

and without needing to say a word, the editor-in-chief took the hint and walked off, leaving you two alone.

“hey you…” she cooed playfully, poking your side just to make you laugh.

“hey, you did great. one takes really are your thing,” you said, casually, keeping your tone steady, professional.

“c’mere. the shoot is over. can i have my girlfriend back now? not the camera person,” she grinned, pulling you in by the hook of your jeans, spinning you until your body lightly collided with her chest.

“oh my god, where did you even learn that?” you laughed, your real self slipping through the cracks.

“why? you feelin’ it?” she teased, eyes watching your face carefully, already smiling at your grin.

“maybe…” you murmured, your arms sliding around her shoulders, pulling her in close. lips just inches from hers.

“we’re still at work, you lovebirds,” your assistant chimed from behind, voice teasing, snapping both of you out of your little world.

“i see you’re still being a cockblock, huh,” kwn smirked, peeking over your shoulder to tease her back.

the three of you laughed but her arm stayed wrapped around your waist, and your heart stayed right where it always was.

with her

[darkfairyxo]

the world will know | kwn

note: i refer to kwn as 'K' (like kay) a lot. using her gov name is wrong asf and i refuse to do that.

content: fluff, social media, girlfriend reveal

kwn x reader

being in love with an artist who continued to break barriers wasn't easy. touring meant you didn't see each other for long periods of time, only talking for an hour at the end of the night.

but you loved her, so it was worth it.

you'd been in a private relationship for one year and six months by this point. it was both of your decisions, though mainly K's decision to keep things private.

you knew how people could get. feeling like they had some sort of obligation to know every detail of an artist's life. and while kwn loved her fans, she hated feeling like her privacy was being invaded.

so you guys kept it under wraps.

there was no mention of your name. if asked in an interview, she'd make it known she wasn't single but didn't give away anything that would have people trying to look for you.

and you absolutely loved the privacy. K was softer when she spoke to you, gentle in a way that you'd never experienced before. her hands lingered on your body whenever you were near.

you were just as touchy, just as soft, just as gentle. and you loved when K was home. to the outside world, she wasn't very touchy, but with you, she couldn't get enough. physical touch was your love language, and over time, it became hers as well.

you'd been with K on tour a few times, though not as often as you'd liked because of work and other life obligations. nobody besides her team, family, and closest friends knew who you were, though.

at one point around the 10 month mark of your relationship, there was a video circulating of you standing on the side of the stage with a friend bopping along to the music.

everyone had desperately tried to figure out who you were, but with private accounts, and a quick shut down from K about "trying to dig into the lives of those that support me" the conversations surrounding your identity ended.

but now you were at the one-year and six-month mark, and K wanted to show you off. it wasn't something that was necessary, of course, but she wanted the world to know that she was yours.

"we can still be private as fuck. but i want everyone to know that i'm still yours. i want to show you off fuh real" she said one night after a long day

so you agreed. not just to make her happy, but you agreed to the idea that this would open doors to positivity and negativity. and you had to be ready for all of it.

K took her time, though. she talked to her manager about what she was going to do, talked with you more than once about the decision, and took her time finding a picture of you that she wanted to post.

and finally, she pressed the button.

★

this one's really short. i'm trying to figure out how/what i wanna write for kwn. but if y'all like it, then i'll write some more. also tumblr fcked up the quality of the insta post…

but with all love , jay 🩵

[thebluediner]

HERE FOR MY CLOTHES

K

-I'm coming over to get my stuff

you looked over to your phone seeing the message come through. you heart dropped and you hated that feeling but you had to deal with you rolled your eyes muttering a cusses under your breath.

you don't even know why she's not blocked because she honestly pisses you off. way to ruin your saturday.

it was a saturday, one of those lazy afternoons where you couldn’t find the energy to do anything productive. you were at home, dressed in the most basic, random outfit you could find in the back of your closet a loose shirt, some shorts, and a day to just... be. the kind of day that doesn’t require any big plans or energy.

well expect now you do not physically but no you had to mentally prepare yourself for her arrival. she'll be lucky if you don't kill her. the reason behind your bitter mood was because of how recent the break-up was and most importantly how it went down.

it had been exactly two weeks since the breakup with kwn.

the night of your birthday dinner, was supposed to be special. it was supposed to be about you. but instead, it turned into this humiliating, awful and emotional mess that left you questioning everything.

the dinner started out perfectly that it was sickening she had the goal of breaking up with you the enter time, while you smile and felt loved she was probably thinking about how happy she is she'll be getting rid of you.

the dinner, the special desert order and most importantly the gifts were just things to but her time to finally muster the words to get me out of her life.

because immediately when you stepped out the doors she told you right next to the cold streets of london.

''you deserve someone better than me,” she had said, voice barely audible, heavy with the smell of cigarettes. you looked at her in disbelief. the bouquet of flowers nearly slipping away from your hands.

the words didn’t even make sense.

“I’m not doing this with you tonight,” you shot back, pushing her away from you as she stood there, her head hung low. “you can’t drop a bomb like that on me now.”

It was her birthday gift to you, apparently. telling you that she wasn’t good enough for you. on your night. her head hung lower, her eyes avoiding yours.

''because what the fuck does that even mean mmh?” you asked, frustration bubbling.

'' if you wanna break up with me atleast tell me the exact reason not this made up shit, matter fact keep the fucking flowers'' you said throwing them over to her.

then there was a knock at the door.

your anger was already bubbling in your blood but regardless you stood up and opened the door. her eyes shoot up lke muscle memory to yours the moment the door open revealing you.

she's exactly the same as she's always been. same face, same lips , the same damn posture she had whenever she'd come over. that's why you barely gave her the time of day.'

'hey'' she greeted softly revealing her nerves, she wasn't sure exactly how to approach you but by the gesture to get in and the lack of reply she could've gotten the hint she just didn't want too.

''you know where the closet it help yourself to whatever you feel like you deserve'' your eyes looked at her dead when you delivered that line, and she's not going to lie she caught on to that quick making her almost crack a smile.

k was an easy girl when it came to you well as far as her family and friends saw it. somehow your harsh words were her favourite every single time. to her it showed you cared and god did you care even if she didn't want you too.

she moved past you her feet easily working their was up to the direction of your room to comfortably it ticked you off.

she went up the steps to your room, looking around nothing really had changed except for the framed picture of you two not being on your bed stand anymore instead it was replaced by a candle.

with a closer look it's her candle, the one she likes but wouldn't bring over to your house only hers , the same one you said you didn't like very much but tolerated because it was what she liked.a smile does crack this time as she heads into your closet picking out her clothes in the mess of yours.

each one she sees, touches , smells have it's own story but she deflects biting the nostalgia down. by the time she has a handful of sweaters, hoodies and pieces that once mattered. when she comes down the stairs your head perks up your eyes locking with hers.

they are unreadable but they watch her every step down before she stops by you eyeing your clothes. your own eyebrow arches in question not know if she was seeing something wrong or if she was just shamelessly checking you out.

''what '' you ask your tone sharp and a tad bit harsh.

''the shirt your wearing is mine'' she points out her voice softer than yours like she knows she deserves the treatment.

''okay so?'' you scoff. your hands resting on your hips challenging her to say try you and of-course she does.

''I'm here for my clothes, that included '' she sighs her annoyance picking up knowing it wasn't going to be easy but either way she needed that shirt

''It's just a shirt'' you dryly defend.

''yeah, and it's mine '' kwn voices grows firmer and steady than before her eyes trailing down at you

''come fetch it another time I'm wearing it today''

''I don' have too. take if off'' she smirked.

''excuse me'' you blink .''are you forgetting that I bought this so technically-''

''you bought it for me so it's mine'' her body shift's now standing infront of you almost hovering

''there's no way '' you let out a dry awkward laugh looking at her like she's crazy .

''take if off'' she's not shouting she's demanding .'

''for fucks sake here, here just take it'' you huff frustrated pulling it off your body exposing your skin and the tattoos inked in those areas until the fabric of a bra she knows all too well shows. the same one she bought and unclipped that same night while kissing you breathless.

her mouth went dry. her eyes were glued to your chest , like stuck, in a way she couldn’t remember how vision worked outside of the space between your exposed skin of your collarbones and the fullness of the bra.

and she didn’t even try to be subtle about it, she couldn't. she didn't blink nor move. she just stood there letting her eyes take you in like she was deprived, in her defense she was but that was her own fault.

you raised an eyebrow, watching her eyes clearly and shamelessly on your boobs. you wait thinking maybe she'd snap out of it but she doesn't.

“…k?” you call out, tone suspiciously amused, but nothing.

you tilted your head trying to get in the way of her view with a small grin tugging at your lips because believe it or not your ego was higher than ever right now.

“are you getting distracted by my boobs right now ?'' you ask already knowing the answer to that question but the look on her face is fucking gold. it also distracted you of the anger you had a moment ago.

that got her.

kwn blinked finally realizing she’d been absolutely caught being ridiculously starring . her head snapped up like a deer in headlights, eyes wide, guilty and scrambling.

“I wasn’t-I didn’t-” she stammered, her brain trying to find every way to retreat from this situation.

but it was too late you were already laughing.

really laughing, loud, warm and a little breathless. you tilted your head back and let it out, and that sound that goddamn sound cracked right through her like sunlight through stained glass.

kwn tried to stay annoyed. tried to act like she wasn’t flustered and humiliated and already ten seconds away from saying something stupid. but your laugh was too familiar, too good, too contagious.

her lip twitched then curled and before she could stop herself, she was laughing too.

the two of you just stood there, you shirtless the shirt hanging loosely on your hand laughing in the middle of a ragebait that should’ve ended in yelling or door slamming or something less ridiculous.

“you’re such an asshole,” she said between breaths.

[thebluediner]

can you write kwn smut, i just know she talks you through it !!!!!



TALK YOU TRHOUGH IT

you barely made it pass the people on the dance floor with kwn's grip on your hand pulling you towards the nearest door, the restrooom, before she shoves you into the first empty stall locking it behind her.

you stumbled in your heels clicking on the floor but before you could even question her she was already pouncing on you. her mouth was quick to attack you like you owed her something and your legs had already gone shaky.

you barely had time to register the cool material of the stall before she pressed you on it her hand slipping under your shirt like it belonged there, like it always had.

“can’t even look at me, huh?” she murmured, voice low, rough, teasing. her breath was hot against your cheek as her fingers brushed your waistband.

“so sensitive already. poor baby.” you whimpered, hips jolting forward like your body was acting on its own. then you moaned, sharp and unexpected when she dragged her tongue on your neck before sucking.

she grinned like your noises made her proud and you saw it and god, that grin and you hated how it made you throb so easily. her fingers dipped lower, slow, torturous, like she had all the time in the world and all she wanted was to watch you squirm.

your hands shot to her jacket trying to anchor yourself. you could feel it all to well her fingers teasing you and her cold rings pressing against you.

your eyes shut while you released a deep breath trying to compose yourself.

''you gonna cry already?'' she whispered, lips ghosting over your jaw teasing wanting a reaction. you shake your head sucking in your bottom lip in restraint.

''I haven’t even touched you properly'' that's what she says but her fingers swimming in you say something else as she pushes one in.

''oh my god, please'' you gasp, breathy, desperate and she only just started. it was pathetic, how your body betrayed you like this every nerve lit up, every thought drowned there was only her.

''look at me '' her voice sharpened, commanding. your eyes fluttered open glassy, dazed and met hers.

''there you are'' kwn smiled slow and sinful. then she slipped another finger into you and your whole so needy so wet swallowed her in making her breathless.

your knees buckled but she caught you easily, crowding in until your spine arched and your head tipped back. you were breathing like you’d run miles.

''baby please '' your voice is soft pleading with her a tear slipping down your face. you're so easy for her and she loves it every single time.

“shhh, I got you princess I'm not going to torture just wanna make you feel good yeah” she crooned, like you were breakable, like she was the only one who knew how to handle you. and then her fingers were there moving into you slow at first , her thumb rubbing slow circles on your sensitive clit making your thighs quake.

she knew exactly what she was doing. she was watching you, watching every twitch, every helpless moan coming out your glossy lips.her other hand came up to hold your chin, forcing you to look at her directly.

''so pretty baby. you're driving me crazy'' her tone soft just for you her baby that she could please however she wanted.

you whined pulling her in closer by her jacket and somehow that turned her on even more she increased her pace just to draw another moan out of you.

''that’s it'' she breathed, lips at your ear. ''such a good girl, taking it so well. look how pretty you are like this, fuck''

your whole body jolted as her fingers slid in deep and unrelenting, curling just right. your back arched off the wall. you couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe

''k-'' your voice broke around her name. you were already close and she wasn't even giving it her all it was embarrassing, at least to you because kwn was loving every second of this.

''you gonna come already? just from my fingers?'' she laughed softly, fingers picking up the pace making unforgivable, pornographic squelching sounds.

''god, you were made for this, weren’t you? just a pretty little thing, soaking for me you're so lucky I can't give you children'' you moaned, shaking, your thighs clenching around her wrist.

she was relentless. talking you through it, whispering filthy warnings of what she'll do when you get back home in your ear while you sobbed and trembled. when it hit, it hit like lightning white-hot and shattering.

you came with a cry, eyes rolling back, legs giving out entirely. you felt like you were floating, untethered, the world hazy and far away. kwn held you the whole time.

''you're all mine'' she murmured against your temple, guiding you gently down onto her lap as you shook through the aftershocks.

''that’s what you are. sweet, fucked-out mess'' you let your head fall onto her shoulder, still gasping, still dazed.

she kissed your cheek, your ear, the side of your neck

''still with me?'' you nodded weakly

''good'' she said, voice low and smug. ''because I’m not nearly done with you yet''

wow well I'm soaked!

[thebluediner]

hey will you post more about kwn???

a/n: OFCOURSE THAT'S MY BABYYY FOR REAL and sidenote she's sooooooo fucking hot in this picture I'm gonna actually burst and also sorry to kehlani fans I MEAN NO HARM AT ALL

SHOULD'VE TRUSTED YOU

''you’re serious right now?''

kwn’s voice was sharp, almost disbelieving, posture sat up contrast to her relaxed manner from a second ago. you hated how good she looked even when she was irritated with you like your own frustration wasn’t enough already.

''yeah, I’m serious'' you shot back still layed back on the sofa like what you just asked her wasn't a big deal.

you huff out dropping your phone in your lap looking at. ''I want you to unfollow kehlani''

kwn blinked, then laughed the dry, hollow kind, ''you can’t be serious''

''I am'' you confirm through your tone and the way your face remained unreadable like you were hiding your hurt already.

''I know it sounds stupid, okay? I know it’s not rational or chill or whatever but I’m jealous.'' your voice broke to something softer by the end because you were being open even if you didn't wanna be that kind of girlfriend you just needed to say.

kwn stared at you, expression unreadable.

''and I don’t care if you think that makes me insecure'' you added, voice hoarse and unstable. ''because I am. she’s flirty, she’s your type, and she knows it and you liking every other post like clockwork doesn’t help either''

she exhaled hard, hand dragging over her face. ''it’s social media, babe. I don’t talk to her. I barely know her''

''she follows you back. she comments. you reply.''

''so what?'' kwn’s voice spiked now like you were being ridiculous. ''I’m not cheating on you. I’ve never given you a reason not to trust me''

''I do trust you,'' you said nearly shouting now because you felt stupid. ''It’s her I don’t trust. snd the way she talks to you… it’s not innocent, k''

''so you want me to block people now because they have a crush?''

your brows scrunch at her answer '' are you joking ? I’m asking you to set a boundary since you know it's crush right''

''feels more like a leash.'' she scoffs her eyes rolling.

you flinched like she slapped you. her eyes widened a second too late, regret already flickering, but you were past it.

''okay,'' you said voice flat, biting the inside of your cheek before standing up from the coach ''go hang out with people who don’t make you feel leashed, then.'' you gestured towards the door.

kwn didn’t say anything for a long moment. just stared at you.

then she grabbed her keys.

''guess I will''

the door slammed behind her.

the club was loud, bass deep enough to feel in your ribs, lights low and warping everyone’s edges. kwn leaned against the bar, drink sweating in her hand, barely sipping it.

she wasn’t even in the mood. but the argument had burned too hot to stay home.

''rough night?'' a voice too familiar asked

kehlani

''something like that'' kwn muttered, not turning.

kehlani didn’t find offense instead she sidled up next to her like they were close friends who knew each other well enough to touch.

''what is she mad about tonight'' she teased, sipping her drink, tongue peeking out after like she knew exactly what she was doing.

kwn finally looked at her slightly offended because she clocked that blow thrown towards her girl. ''she’s not mad just concerned''

kehlani smiled, slow and easy '' mmh you do look good tonight''

kwn’s jaw clenched. ''don’t''

''come on,'' kehlani said, brushing her fingers along kwn’s forearm. ''she’s not here, let me remind you how fun single life could be''

''I’m not single'' kwn replied her tone dismissive as she backed away

''that’s not what it sounded like earlier'' kehlani shares a small smile persisting.

kwn stepped back once more ''you need to stop''

''why?'' kehlani leaned in closer. ''what if I don’t?''

kwn blinked and all she could see in her mind was you sitting in that sofa trying not to cry and attempting to be honest with her. you, saying I’m jealous like it was a confession you didn't want to make but needed too. you practically begging her to see what you saw.

then suddenly her stomach turned because you were right.

kehlani smiled like she’d already won, like she always did but kwn didn’t feel flattered anymore. she felt really stupid .

''I'm going back home my girl's waiting on me'' kwn said, backing up another step. and without another word, kwn turned and walked out pushing past bodies and bass and neon light, heart hammering in her chest.

it was past midnight when your phone buzzed.

you picked it up not expecting much. but it was a message.

k ❤ I’m sorry you were right I left the club I’m coming home please don’t shut me out

you stared at the screen your eyes puffy , chest aching with hands trembling.

door’s unlocked. just come in I'm already in bed

[thebluediner]

I CRAVE Kwn fics PLEASE 😭🙏🏻

a/n: you better give me a kiss for this one it's literally midnight babe

DO WHAT I SAY PRODUCTION IN A NUTSHELL

whoever thought getting your girlfriend to star as your love interest in your music videos would bring chaos while filming? definitely not kwn which is super dumb because everybody who knows you guys knows how unserious you guys are.

the sun is scotching hot outside and the stylist roll in with rails of clothes for every one. people are quick to skim through the racks searching for a fit to wear for the music video.

''k darling'' you yell over to her in a posh accents something that has been an ongoing inside joke between the two of you.

''yes my darling'' she answers looking over to you while the stylists throw clothes her way.

''what do you want a skirt or pants ?'' you ask holding up a miniskirt and some wide jeans.

''is being naked an option?'' her brow arches a smirk forming on her lips.

the cast breaks out in laughter some people in gasp looking between the two of y'all. one person mumbles something about being a third wheeler and you are so done with her even though you've barely started.

kwn basically narrating her every experience because she's filming a behind the scenes at the same time.

''and this right here is my girlfriend so she'll be playing my love interest today'' she introduces as the camera get's close to you.

''excuse me, I'm playing her love interest because I'm fully qualified too not because of nepotism or anything '' you say defending yourself,

everybody in the room just nods and smiles.

''no guys seriously, I have experience in acting'' you defending because seemingly the room doesn't believe you.

''we believe you baby don't stress'' kwn reassures you while bringing you into a hug all for her to look into the camera and wink.

the crew all move to the venue to start with the acting. there's a scene where kwn comes towards your table to take an order and your role was to twirl your hair but that made kwn laugh because it's unlike you.

''why are you laughing?'' you ask her confused.

''you've never pulled that move it's taking me out'' she's full on laughing that she can't even stand straight.

''are you guys seeing this '?'' you say looking at the camera in disappointment while thinning your lips.

and it doesn't stop. every time you redo the scene when it gets to the part where you twirl the ends of your hair she just starts laughing uncontrollably.

there's a scene where kwn and you are alone and she has to bring you close to her in a smooth , charming way and the camera catches the two of you discussing how she'll go about it

''can I touch you like this '' kwn asked as her arms wrap around your waist pulling you close you crash into her chest.

''yeah yeah that's okay'' you reply your eyes locking with hers and there's this spark to you guys you forget you're even filming.

kwn's eyes look down at your lips and back at you before she quickly licks her lips.

''try another less touchy move otherwise you guys are gonna end up fucking during the scene'' the director who's more like a friend breaks the tension between the two of you.

the team is doing some changes on the set or maybe the camera's so you and k are sitting down on some chairs next to each other just chilling. well that's what you thought.

kwn pokes your side to get your attention which you hum as a reply your head turning to her direction.

she doesn't speak just gestures. she looks at you and then gestures to her self her, eyes shoot towards the bathroom then down to her you know what then she smirks.

you lips curve into a smile before you nod like crazy making her laugh too.

''we saw that you nasties'' one of the crew members says to you making the laughter even louder now.

when the crew is chilling and are having drinks after the shoot one of them asks a very important question.

''is do what I say about you'' they ask casually but then you shrug and look towards your girlfriend.

''definitely'' kwn affirms before taking a sip of her drink.

''does she do what you say?'' another one asks propping themselves up from their seat making everybody releasing their juiciest ooos.

''definitely'' you answer for her.

[darkfairyxo]

whew

[darkfairyxo]

“ i’m ready to risk it all ”