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The ride home, Y/n knew she fucked up. But it wasn't her fault at all. Kendall was the one that decided to ignore her on the dance floor and dance with that random bitch, why couldn't she dance with someone too? And Y/n wasn't dancing like the girl was on Kendall. Sure, Y/n moved her hips around, but that was it, she wasn't thrusting up her hips or grinding against the girl like that slut was to Kendall. So, please explain to her, how she should be in trouble when Kendall should be the one in trouble.
"I don't even know-"
"Y/n..." Kendall warns, letting Y/n know not to push her. But, Y/n was upset, so was she gonna listen to Kendall?
"No, why am I in trouble, when you were the one nearly fucking her on the dance floor. If anything, you should be in trouble for even talking to that bitch." Y/n huffs out, crossing her arms and looking out the window. Missing Kendall's hands tightening on the steering wheel.
It's quiet the rest of the way home, Y/n hopping out of the car before Kendall get's it parked, which pisses the tv star off even more. Kendall rolled her eyes, taking a deep breath before grabbing her things and walking inside. And it's not hard to pinpoint where Y/n's at, the angry muttering echoing down the hall where their bedroom is gives her away.
Y/n walks into the too big walk in closet, grabbing a shirt and sleep shorts before heading to the bathroom, but Kendall stops her with a glare. Y/n frowns, throwing the clothes on the bed, then crosses her arm and sighs. "She, I wasn't gonna do anything Y/n."
Y/n scoffs as she rolls her eyes, "are you sure she knew that? Because she looked like she was ready to spead her legs in the middle of the dance floor." And Kendall couldn't deny it because the girl really was ready to fuck Kendall.
"You know even if she didn't, I would've stopped it." Kendall says, but Y/n rolls her eyes.
"Sure sure, cause your dick wasn't saying that. Like, at all." Kendall rolls her eyes and scoffs.
"You try having a dick and having a girl grind up on you! It's hard Y/n."
"No it's not! Push the bitch away! All you had to do, but noooooo, you wrapped your arms around her waist and started to dance with her!"
"I didn't want to be mean!"
"Oh my God, that hasn't stopped you before! And even I wasn't grinding on that woman!"
"It was nothing Y/n, you know I love you. Or do you need to be reminded? Because it seems like-"
"Are you really trying to get sex? Like, right now? So I won't be angry a-" lips are pushed hard against hers and soon both women are tumbling on the bed, fighting each other for the top position. But when Kendall bites Y/n's neck and growls against it, Y/n melts and lets out a tiny purring noise.
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"You're an asshole.." Y/n mumbles as she rest her head against Kendall's naked chest. The model chuckles, but pulls Y/n closer and kisses the top of her head.
"I'm sorry for even dancing with her. Forgive me?" Y/n rolls her eyes and scoffs.
"You know I forgave you when you went down on me."
"I know how to treat my girl good."
"Okay smartass. Don't over do it." Kendall rolls her eyes before rolling on top of Y/n, nudging her girlfriend's legs open and pinning her arms down.
Kendall leans down and kisses her girlfriend softly, Y/n letting out a giggle before melting into the kiss.
