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''
(this is a short fluff fic).
word count: 430.
cw (content warning): none 🤭.
synopsis: you and k go on vacation.
enjoy. 💋
k just got off her second round of tour so you two decided to go on vacation to jamaica. you found a lovely beach house and rented it out for the week and a half you'd be staying there.
"baby, put some sunscreen on." you told k as you fixed your bikini top in the full-body mirror.
"i don't need sunscreen."
"you sayin' that now but when you get burnt up, you gon' wish you put this sunscreen on." k held out her hand for you and you put your hand in hers. k slid the patio door open & you both went down to the beach and laid in the chaise lounge chairs.
"this is nice."
"yeah."
"how was tour?" you asked. "it was fun, i'm glad to have this time off, though. it's been a while since i really relaxed. i missed my favorite girl."
"i went with you for two weeks!"
"that's not long enough, you know that's not long enough." k kissed your neck, making you smile and bite your lip "baby." but you had no real intent to stop her, tilting your head. then she licked your neck, which made you push her gently, the smile still plastered on your face "behave yourself." she licked her lips before collapsing back against the chair.
"wow, we been out here for two minutes and i'm already ready to go back inside" you said, making both of you laugh.
you laid there for a while in comfortable silence, just soaking up the peace and quiet.
you broke the silence "i'm gonna go out to the water, you coming?" you asked. "yeah."
you got up from the chair and started walking towards the tide. "damn." k said, making you look back at her with a smirk.
you walked far enough into the water and sat down, putting your knees to your chest. k joined you shortly after, propping herself up on her palms.
"i think i got sunburned." her words make you suck your teeth. "i told you to put on some sunscreen. you still half irish, girl."
k threw her head back and sighed "tomorrow is gonna be so uncomfortable."
"yeah, well maybe you'll think about that feeling the next time you'n wanna put on sunscreen."
you watched the sun set, the sound and feel of the waves crashing creating a calm atmosphere.
once the sunset was over, k spoke, "ready to go in?" she asked "yeah, let's go." k got up and then pulled you up and you both started walking towards the beach house, hand in hand.
Delilah sighed, sinking back into the pillows, her hair spilling wild across the sheets as she watched Wilson set the phone up on the dresser. The tiny red light blinked to life, and Delilah’s chest tightened, a swirl of nerves and heat curling low in her stomach.
“What the hell am I even doing?” she muttered under her breath, biting her lip.
Wilson didn’t look embarrassed—not even close. She stood there in her loose sweats and tank, tattoos peeking at her collarbone, hair falling over one side of her face as she adjusted the angle of the camera like she’d done it a hundred times before. Calm. Collected. Almost smug. The very opposite of the way Delilah’s heart was thrashing in her chest.
“You’re givin’ me somethin’ to keep when I’m gone,” Wilson said easily, her deep voice curling low, warm, threaded with a rasp that made Delilah’s thighs clench. She finally turned, eyes dark, a crooked smile playing on her lips as she leaned against the dresser. “I need a souvenir, baby. Tour’s long. Can’t have you all to myself. Least I can do is watch you.”
Delilah rolled her eyes, but the heat creeping up her neck betrayed her. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe,” Wilson said with a slow shrug, pushing off the dresser, moving toward the bed with that casual swagger that always made Delilah’s stomach flip. She crouched at the edge, her hand sliding up Delilah’s shin, thumb stroking circles into her skin. “But you’ll do it for me anyway.”
Delilah’s breath caught, her lips parting, and she hated—loved—how right Wilson was. Her girlfriend always had this way of watching her, like she was something rare, something meant to be savored. Even now, with the camera blinking steady in the background, it wasn’t the lens that burned her up inside—it was Wilson’s eyes. Dark, hungry, locked on her like there was nowhere else to look.
“What do you even want me to do?” Delilah asked softly, her voice shaky, her fingers twisting the hem of her tank.
Wilson smirked, leaning in to kiss her knee, then the soft inside of her thigh. “Touch yourself,” she murmured, her lips brushing her skin. “Let me watch.”
The words were simple, but the weight of them landed heavy, curling heat through Delilah’s veins. She swallowed, her throat tight, and Wilson pulled back just enough to catch her gaze, her eyes dark but soft with promise.
“Baby,” she said quietly, her voice dropping into something that felt like confession, “I don’t just wanna remember how you look. I wanna remember how you sound, how you move, every little thing you do when you think I’m not there. Let me keep that. Let me keep you.”
Delilah’s breath shuddered out of her, her body already betraying her hesitation as her hand slid slowly up her thigh. Wilson smiled faintly, then sat back in the chair she’d pulled close, spreading her legs, resting her elbows on her knees like she was settling in for a show. Her eyes gleamed as she whispered, “That’s my girl. Don’t stop for me now.”
And with that, Delilah found herself melting into it—caught between her nerves and the intensity of Wilson’s stare, every brush of her own hand made hotter by the way her girlfriend drank in every second, the camera capturing it all.
Delilah’s fingers hovered at the hem of her tank, her chest rising and falling unevenly as she glanced from the camera’s steady red light to Wilson’s eyes. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, but the longer she looked at Wilson — slouched back in that chair, legs spread wide, arms resting on her thighs like a king at court — the more her body betrayed her hesitation.
“Wilson…” she murmured, almost pleading, almost chastising.
Her girlfriend only tilted her head, the corner of her mouth curving slow, patient. “Go on, baby. You look too fuckin’ pretty sittin’ there all nervous. Let me see you.”
Delilah let out a shaky breath and finally tugged the hem of her tank up, baring the smooth line of her stomach, her breasts shifting as the fabric bunched. Wilson’s eyes dropped there immediately, her tongue running across her bottom lip, but she didn’t move, didn’t crowd her. She just watched, like she’d been starving for this moment all month and didn’t dare rush it.
The air felt thick, weighted, every sound sharper: the faint hum of the city through the window, the rustle of sheets under Delilah’s shifting thighs, the wet sound when she finally slid her hand down, fingers pressing over the damp heat between her legs.
Wilson groaned low in her throat, leaning forward just slightly. “That’s it. Goddamn, you’re already wet, huh?”
Delilah’s cheeks flushed, but her eyes flicked up to Wilson’s, heat sparking there. “Shut up,” she muttered, her fingers circling lazily over her clit.
Wilson smirked, the expression equal parts smug and adoring. “Why would I shut up when you look this good?” She shifted in her chair, adjusting herself in her sweats, but kept her hands to herself, deliberately drawing out the ache. “Touch yourself for me, baby. Slow. I wanna see every second of it.”
Delilah whimpered softly, her head falling back against the headboard as she slid her fingers lower, dipping into her slick folds before dragging it back up to circle herself again. Her legs parted wider, knees falling open, and Wilson made a soft, strangled sound at the sight.
“Fuck,” Wilson whispered, her voice hoarse now, her chest rising with sharper breaths. “You don’t even know what you do to me, do you? Every damn night on tour I’m gonna be sittin’ in some hotel room watchin’ this, touchin’ myself, pretendin’ it’s you.”
The words made Delilah’s hand falter, her face heating as she gasped, “Wilson—”
“Don’t stop,” her girlfriend cut in, her tone firmer, low. “Don’t you dare stop. You’re mine, Delilah. This body, these sounds — they’re mine. Give them to me.”
Delilah’s hips lifted off the bed, her fingers moving faster now, slick and shameless, her breath breaking into soft cries. She peeked through her lashes at Wilson, and the sight nearly undid her — the way she sat there, rigid, jaw tight, eyes fixed like she was burning every detail into memory. The hunger there made Delilah wetter, her back arching, thighs trembling as she pushed herself closer to the edge.
Wilson leaned forward at last, elbows braced on her knees, her voice a low growl. “Good girl. That’s it. Let me watch you fall apart.”
Delilah’s hips bucked against her own hand, her breaths breaking into frantic little sobs as her body coiled tighter and tighter. The camera’s red light blinked steady across the room, capturing every shiver, every cry, every moment she gave away. Wilson still hadn’t moved from her chair, but her jaw was clenched tight, her knuckles white where they gripped her thighs.
“Fuck, baby,” she murmured, her voice low, hoarse. “You’re right there, huh? Look at you, fallin’ apart for me. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”
Delilah whimpered, her thighs trembling, her slick fingers moving fast, messy. She was seconds away, her body strung like a bowstring — when suddenly Wilson was on her feet.
The chair scraped back with a sharp sound, and before Delilah could blink, her girlfriend was on the bed, kneeling between her spread thighs. Wilson’s hand closed over her wrist, pulling it away, slick fingers tangled with hers. “Nah, baby,” she growled, her breath hot against Delilah’s thigh. “You don’t get to finish without me.”
Delilah gasped, her whole body jolting as Wilson’s mouth closed over her clit, tongue hot and wet, rough in its insistence. She cried out, head tipping back, her hands flying to Wilson’s hair.
“Wilson—oh, fuck—”
Wilson groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her clit as she sucked hard, her tongue circling, her jaw working like she’d been starved for this. She pinned Delilah’s hips with her free hand, keeping her from squirming away as she devoured her, sloppy and greedy.
“You taste like heaven, Li,” she muttered between licks, her voice wrecked, her chin slick. “Gonna let the camera watch me eat you alive. Gonna let it see you cum on my fuckin’ mouth.”
Delilah sobbed, her thighs clamping tight around Wilson’s shoulders as the orgasm ripped through her, violent and unstoppable. She shook under her girlfriend’s grip, crying out loud enough to drown out everything else.
Wilson didn’t let up — not for a second. She rode out every twitch, every spasm, licking her through it, swallowing everything she gave. When Delilah finally collapsed back onto the pillows, trembling and gasping, Wilson pressed one last kiss to her swollen clit before lifting her head.
Her mouth was shiny, her lips wet, her eyes dark and burning as she licked her tongue slow across her bottom lip, groaning at the taste. “There she is,” she rasped, leaning up to kiss Delilah messy, letting her taste herself. “My girl. My mess. My fuckin’ masterpiece.”
And in the corner, the camera blinked steady, recording it all — Delilah’s release, Wilson’s possession, the way she claimed her in front of the lens like a vow.
Delilah was still trembling, her skin damp with sweat, when Wilson finally pulled back from her. Her girlfriend’s lips were shiny, her chin slick, her eyes dark with hunger. She sat back on her heels for a moment, just watching Delilah shudder against the pillows, her chest heaving.
“Beautiful,” Wilson muttered, dragging the back of her hand across her mouth, smearing wetness. “Fucked-out, messy, and all mine. But…” Her grin turned sharp, dangerous. “We’re not done.”
Delilah’s eyes fluttered open, dazed. “Wilson—”
Her girlfriend was already reaching for the nightstand drawer. The sound of it sliding open made Delilah’s stomach flip, and when Wilson turned back, there it was — the slim black vibrator in her hand, gleaming in the low light.
Delilah’s eyes widened. “No—”
“Yes,” Wilson cut in, her tone leaving no room for argument. She flicked it on, the hum filling the air, steady and low. Then she pressed it into Delilah’s shaky hand, curling her fingers around it. “For the camera,” she said, her voice thick with command. “Show me how you cum when it’s not my mouth. Show me how you look when you’re fucked open and desperate.”
Delilah whimpered, shaking her head, but Wilson caught her chin in her other hand, tilting her face up. “Baby,” she murmured, her voice gentler now but no less firm, “give it to me. Give it to us. I wanna keep every second of you losing it.”
Her pulse hammering, Delilah nodded, swallowing hard. She slid the toy down between her legs, the first press of vibration against her swollen clit making her cry out, her hips jerking.
Wilson sat back, legs spread, watching like a queen on her throne. Her tongue dragged slow across her bottom lip as her eyes followed every movement. “There you go,” she praised, her voice rough. “That’s my girl. Fuck yourself for me. Let me watch you fall apart all over again.”
The toy buzzed steady, her slick making the sound wetter, dirtier. Delilah’s head tipped back, her lips parting, soft cries spilling as the vibration pulsed through her. Her thighs shook, her other hand gripping the sheets tight as her body twisted under the intensity.
“Eyes on me,” Wilson ordered suddenly, her tone sharp.
Delilah forced her gaze up, and the sight nearly undid her — Wilson lounging back in the chair again, cocky and calm, one hand palming herself through her sweats, the other gripping the armrest tight, her jaw clenched. That look of possession made the pleasure burn hotter, sharper, unbearable.
“Good girl,” Wilson rasped. “Keep goin’. Don’t stop ‘til I tell you.”
The pressure built fast, unbearable, the toy buzzing against her clit until her thighs shook violently. She gasped Wilson’s name, desperate, but her girlfriend only leaned forward, voice a growl.
“Cum for me. Cum on camera, on my orders. Let me keep this forever.”
Delilah broke with a scream, her body arching, her thighs squeezing the toy tight as she came hard, her whole body trembling as the orgasm wracked through her. The camera caught every second — her face, her cries, the way she collapsed against the pillows, ruined and spent.
Wilson was on her again in an instant, yanking the vibrator from her hand and tossing it aside, her mouth crashing against hers, kissing her deep and sloppy, stealing every sound she made. “That’s it,” she muttered against her lips. “Fuckin’ perfect. Mine. All mine.”
The red light blinked steady in the corner, recording it all.
Delilah’s whole body went slack after that last orgasm, chest heaving, hair sticking to her damp cheeks. She thought it was over, thought she’d given enough. But Wilson wasn’t done — not even close.
Her girlfriend scooped the vibrator back up, the hum filling the room again, louder somehow in the quiet. Delilah’s eyes went wide, her hand shooting out weakly to push at Wilson’s wrist. “No, no, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” Wilson cut in, her tone firm, unrelenting, even as her free hand stroked Delilah’s cheek with surprising gentleness. “And you will. Open those legs, baby.”
Delilah whimpered, but the authority in Wilson’s voice left no room for refusal. Her thighs parted on instinct, shaky and trembling, and Wilson slid between them, pressing the toy back against her swollen clit.
The reaction was immediate — Delilah arched off the bed with a scream, her hands clawing at the sheets, her thighs snapping shut around Wilson’s arm.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck—”
Wilson growled low, shoving her legs open again with her free hand, pinning her hips to the mattress. “Keep ‘em wide,” she ordered. “Let me watch you take it.”
The camera’s red light blinked steady, catching every shake of Delilah’s thighs, every tear that rolled down her flushed cheeks, every cry that tore out of her throat. Her body twisted, helpless, but Wilson didn’t let up, holding the vibrator steady against her clit, grinding it in harder.
“Look at the fuckin’ mess you are,” Wilson muttered, her eyes locked on Delilah’s soaked folds, her jaw tight. “Drippin’ all over my sheets, beggin’ without even usin’ words. You were made for this — made for me to break you.”
Delilah sobbed, her voice cracking as her body seized again, another orgasm ripping through her so violently she thought she’d black out. But Wilson didn’t move the toy — she held it firm, unrelenting, her grip steel against Delilah’s writhing.
“Wilson, please!” Delilah cried, her voice raw.
Her girlfriend leaned down, her lips brushing Delilah’s ear, her words a dark whisper. “You’ll give me another. And another. And you’ll let me record every one.”
The vibrator buzzed mercilessly, her clit throbbing under the unrelenting pressure. Delilah’s hands scrambled for Wilson’s shoulders, her nails biting into her skin, but her girlfriend only hissed in pleasure at the sting, keeping her pinned.
Her body broke again, another orgasm crashing over her like a wave, squirting across Wilson’s wrist and the sheets below. Wilson moaned low, dragging her tongue across Delilah’s cheek, tasting the salt of her tears. “That’s it, baby. That’s mine. All fuckin’ mine.”
By the time Wilson finally pulled the toy away, Delilah was a trembling wreck — tears streaking her face, thighs glossy, chest heaving like she’d run a marathon. Wilson tossed the vibrator aside, then cupped her jaw, forcing her glassy eyes to meet hers.
The red light still blinked steady in the corner, but all Delilah could see was Wilson’s face, her lips curving into a slow, satisfied smile. “Look at you,” she murmured. “My perfect little show. And you didn’t just do it for me, baby — you did it for us. Now I’ve got proof you’re mine forever.”
And with that, Wilson kissed her deep, slow, tender, her tongue licking away the last of her cries, her arms wrapping around Delilah’s trembling body like she hadn’t just destroyed her.
Delilah was still trembling, her body limp, when Wilson pulled back from kissing her. She brushed her thumb over her girl’s swollen bottom lip, smirking at the glazed look in her eyes. “Not done yet, baby,” she murmured, her voice rough. “You think I’d let you stop after you lookin’ that pretty? Nah. You’re gonna give me more.”
Delilah whimpered, shaking her head weakly, but Wilson was already moving. She flipped her girl onto her back, then climbed over her, straddling her chest with deliberate slowness until her cunt hovered inches above Delilah’s face. The camera caught it all — Delilah’s tear-stained cheeks, her ruined mouth, Wilson’s glistening folds dripping above her.
“Open that mouth,” Wilson ordered, her voice firm but husky. “If I’m givin’ you the view, you’re givin’ me the taste.”
Delilah’s lips parted obediently, her tongue darting out, and Wilson groaned low, settling her weight down until her slick heat pressed to her girlfriend’s mouth. “Fuck, yes. That’s it. Eat me, Li. Show the camera how good you are at takin’ care of me.”
At the same time, Wilson grabbed the vibrator again and pressed it back to Delilah’s raw, swollen clit. The hum filled the room, and Delilah bucked under her instantly, a muffled cry spilling into Wilson’s cunt.
“Yeah, baby, just like that,” Wilson rasped, grinding down on her face, her own moans spilling raw. “Lick me while I ruin you. Don’t you fuckin’ stop.”
The scene was obscene — Delilah writhing, overstimulated, thighs trembling as the toy buzzed relentlessly against her, while Wilson rode her face like she owned it, her head tipped back, her hand fisted in her own hair. The camera blinked steady, recording every filthy angle, every wet sound.
Delilah’s tongue flicked, her mouth sucking greedily even through the tears streaming down her temples. She came again with a scream muffled against Wilson’s cunt, her body convulsing, squirting against the sheets as the toy pushed her past reason.
Wilson gasped, grinding down harder, her own release snapping through her. “Fuck, Delilah! That’s it, baby—don’t stop, don’t stop—” She rode it out on her girlfriend’s mouth, shaking, groaning, until her thighs trembled around Delilah’s head.
Even as Wilson’s orgasm faded, she kept the vibrator pressed to Delilah’s clit, laughing breathlessly through her own panting. “Oh, baby girl. You’re a wreck. Cryin’, cummin’, lookin’ so fuckin’ good for me.” She leaned down, grabbing a fistful of Delilah’s hair, forcing her to keep licking. “One more. You’re gonna give me one more while you drown me in it.”
Delilah’s body seized again, sobbing into Wilson’s cunt as another wave tore through her, squirting so hard it splashed Wilson’s stomach, soaking the sheets. The toy buzzed mercilessly, Wilson groaning at the feel of her girl falling apart beneath her.
Finally—finally—she tossed the vibrator aside and collapsed forward, her body pressing to Delilah’s, both of them sweaty, shaking, ruined. She kissed her slow, messy, tongues tangling, her voice soft between breaths.
“My girl,” Wilson whispered, pulling her close, tucking her against her chest even as the camera kept recording. “Mine. Always mine.”
Wilson finally reached over, flicking the vibrator off and tossing it aside, the room sinking into a heavy silence broken only by Delilah’s ragged breaths. Her girl lay there wrecked, thighs still twitching, cheeks damp with sweat and tears, lips swollen from crying and from eating her out. The camera still blinked steady in the corner, but Wilson’s focus was only on the trembling body in her arms.
“C’mere,” she murmured, her voice low and husky but softened around the edges. She slid down beside Delilah and gathered her up, pulling her onto her chest, wrapping her in arms that felt more like chains of devotion than restraint. Delilah clung to her instantly, curling into the warmth of her neck, whimpering like a child too tired to speak.
Wilson stroked her curls, kissing the top of her head, rocking her gently against her chest. “That’s my baby,” she whispered, the rasp in her voice laced with pride. “Took it all for me. Gave me everythin’ I asked for. You don’t even know how proud I am of you.”
Delilah let out a broken little laugh, muffled against her throat. “You… you’re insane,” she croaked, though her arms tightened around Wilson’s waist like she’d never let go.
Wilson chuckled, pressing another kiss to her damp temple. “Yeah, maybe. But I’m yours. And you’re mine. That camera?” She glanced toward it, smirking faintly. “It can keep the show. But me? I keep you.”
Delilah sighed, her body slowly relaxing, her breathing evening out as Wilson rubbed slow circles into her back, grounding her. The sweat cooling on their skin, the sheets damp beneath them, none of it mattered when Wilson’s arms felt like home.
“You’re safe,” Wilson whispered into her hair, her words more vow than comfort. “Long as you’re in my arms, you’re safe. I’ll always hold you.”
And with the soft red light still blinking in the background, Wilson rocked Delilah gently, letting her girl drift into that hazy, post-release calm — messy, claimed, cherished, and never more hers.
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.
