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Dem Sneaky Paps

⚢I had a sudden urge to write this, I hope y'all like it ☠️💕🍒⚢

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Your POV~

I just left my house for my usual run, in my favorite running outfit. (Image above) I ran down a few streets, and around a few blocks. I start to get tired.

"Best be heading home." I thought to myself. I start to make my way back home. I eventually get to my street. I grab my mail before making my way up the driveway. I get inside and am putting my stuff down and I'm about to close the door when suddenly I'm tackled to the floor.

"Ok, what the actual fuck?" A familiar voice answers my rhetorical question.

"Sorry, I had to escape those sneaky paps." Demi Lovato????

"Wait so i was just tackled by Demi fucken Lovato?????" I say not believing the events and just kinda laying underneath her, dumbfounded.

"Yes yes whatever just hurry and shut the door" I kicked the door shut, still just on the floor, looking her in the eye with the most dumbass look on my face.

"So uuuh can I have my body and my tit back?" She looks down realizing she's still laying on top of me, her hand landed on my breast when we fell.

"what- huh? oh yeah sorry" She scrambled to her feet and helped me up, refusing to look me in the eye with a faint blush on her cheeks.

"Well I'm Y/n and uh you're free to stay as long as you need" I say with a warm smile holding my hand out.

"Thanks" she replied shaking my hand shyly.

"I feel like I should be the one flustered here" I giggled.

~DEMI'S POV~

Ugh the fucken paparazzi found me while trying to enjoy a damn coffee so I made a run for it.
As I'm running I spotted an open door and just dove in not really caring if anyone was home, I needed to get away.
I landed on something soft then realized it was a girl when she piped up

"Ok, what in the actual fuck?" I can see how someone might say that after being tackled

"Sorry i just had to get away from the paparazzi" I responded not realizing her question was rhetorical.

She paused for a second. "Wait so I was just tackled by Demi fucken Lovato??" Oi Vey.

"Yes whatever just close the damn door" She kicks it shut with her foot, I look down and she has the cutest dumbfounded look on her face.

"So uhm" I blinked out of my thoughts a bit. "Can I have my body and or tit back?" I look down "What- huh?" realizing my hand had landed on her breast when we fell. "Oh shit sorry" I scramble to my feet and help her up, too flustered to look her in the eye. I can feel the heat rising in my face.

"Well I'm Y/n and you're free to stay as long as you like" She holds out her hand. I take it and shake it. 'Wow her hands are strong yet so soft' I thought to myself. "Thanks"

"I feel like I should be the flustered one here" She chuckled, causing me to blush more.

"Well make yourself at home, I'm gonna go upstairs and change, kinda sweaty" Oh yeah she's still in her running cloth- wait is she wearing from the fabletics line I designed. I watch as she heads upstairs, half wanting to follow.

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AND THATS PART ONE, I REALLY WANTED TO GET YALL SOME MORE TO READ SO HERE, FINALLY DOWNLOADED THE APP SO HOPEFULLY I CAN WRITE MORE
LOVE YALL SO MUCH
-Demi's Precious Demon