Kendall Jenner Short Imagines

Break Pt. 2

As the glow of the Oscars faded into memory, you found yourself enveloped in a serene cocoon of comfort at Kendall's house. It had been a week since you won your first Oscar, and every day felt like a sweet dream you never wanted to end. Kendall had promised to slow down her busy schedule to spend more time with you, and she kept that promise, ensuring her mom knew that time with you was a priority.

Your mornings began lazily, the golden sunlight filtering through the sheer curtains and warming the plush bedding. You'd often wake up to the soft sound of Kendall's breathing beside you, her arm draped protectively over you. The world outside was quiet, save for the distant chirping of birds, making the moment feel almost sacred. You would nuzzle closer to her, and she'd stir awake, a sleepy smile breaking across her face. "Morning, gorgeous," she'd whisper, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. Those little moments made every ounce of effort worth it.

After a breakfast of fresh fruit, pastries, and coffee—Kendall's expert brew—you would both lounge around in comfy clothes, indulging in each other's company. Sometimes, you'd find yourselves sprawled on the couch, binging your favorite shows while playfully arguing about which movie to watch next. Kendall loved to tease you about your taste in rom-coms, insisting they were too predictable, while you countered that sometimes a happy ending was exactly what you needed. Your laughter filled the room, a soundtrack of joy that reminded you how perfect this time was.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Kendall would often have to slip away for meetings or photoshoots. You'd see her off, planting a kiss on her cheek and promising to keep the couch warm for her return. In those moments, you couldn't help but admire her determination and drive, even if you wished she could take a break like you were.

On one particularly sunny afternoon, you had decided to take a stroll around her neighborhood with Pyro, enjoying the fresh air and the light breeze. You were just returning home when Kendall burst through the door, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Guess what?" she exclaimed, pulling you into an embrace. "I just wrapped up an early meeting! And I got two weeks completely off! Let's celebrate!"

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Celebrate what? It's just Tuesday."

"Us!" she said with a grin. "Let's have a mini celebration for your Oscar win and the fact that we're finally taking a break."

After a quick and spontaneous lunch at your favorite restaurant, you returned home, feeling invigorated by the impromptu adventure. The afternoon turned into a flurry of kisses and laughter as you both prepared dinner together. It was during one of those moments—chopping vegetables while Kendall snuck behind you to place soft kisses along your neck—that you found yourselves lost in each other. One kiss led to another, until you both made your way into the bedroom and collapsed onto Kendall's bed. The world outside faded away as you melted into each other, feeling completely consumed by her warmth and affection.

After a 2 hour long heated moment under Kendall's sheets, Kendall laid on her back, her head propped up on a pillow, a contented smile on her face as you rested against her side. Her arm was wrapped securely around you, pulling you close, feeling the rhythm of her heartbeat slowing down beneath your ear. It was a familiar sound that always brought you comfort—a gentle reminder that you were right where you belonged.

You absently traced patterns on her sweaty stomach with your fingertips, drawing small circles and spirals against her soft skin. The intimacy of the moment felt electric, a shared connection that deepened with every gentle stroke. You could feel Kendall's breath hitch slightly and stomach flex as your fingers danced along her abdomen, her skin warm beneath your touch.

"Do you remember that first night in Aspen?" Kendall asked, her voice low and dreamy, as if she were still lost in the memory.

You nodded, blushing, your mind drifting back to that magical trip. "How could I forget? 4 hours of bliss. We stayed up late, and then spent the rest of the night talking and watching the snow fall outside the window."