#kellin

Content Notes: Age gap, Current! Kellin, Butch! Kellen/Femme reader, Butch/Femme dynamics, Reader is in her 20s, Fluff, Implied smut, did not proofread lmao sorry

(I really enjoyed writing this puh-lease send me more Kelbian! asks)

You were a moron.

Maybe it was your mother’s vertigo, (Is vertigo even genetic?) maybe it was how fast the vortex tunnel was, but you definitely shouldnt have gone in that fun house.

“Babe,” Your girlfriend called out. “Just ask the worker to go out the back way.”

People looked funny at you whenever you were out and about with Kellin. It somewhat made sense—Fucks’ sake, she was in high school when you were born. It was never forced, though. Being around her never made you feel like you were hanging around with a 39-year-old woman. It made you feel like you were hanging around with a person. A person you were convinced hung the moon.

“No. No it’s —It’s fine.” You say back, looking at the spinning painted metal like it was going to reach out and bite you. Was it childish? Maybe. But Kellin walked through it with such easy finesse. She did it like it was nothing. You wanted to do something to impress her, too.

The painted-on clown fish on the vortex tunnel looked up at you on-and-off as it rotated through the sneaker print over its little face. It was almost mocking. Did someone add extra oil to this part of the attraction? Was it going as fast as you thought it was?

After a couple seconds, your girlfriend sighed and walked over. It wasn’t genuine annoyance, it was a sigh that said, What am I gonna do with you? She held up her arms, her palms open, nonverbally encouraging you to take her by the hands. You did so, your feet barely hitting the moving contraption, grabbing at her veiny, strong, hands. your weight almost went completely onto her. It made her sway, but she didn’t lose her footing.

“Atta girl” Kellin said, steadying you in her arms, one hand sliding dangerously close to your ass. You didn’t expect much more from your girlfriend.

You were embarrassed and averted the carnie’s gaze. Kellin thanked him, then caught up to you. “Are you okay?”

“Kinda wish I didn’t do that.”

She chuckled. It wasn’t laughing at you though. She’d never laugh at you.

“Then why did you go on? We could’ve done something else.” Kellin looked at you with genuine confusion.

“You wanted to go on, I…” Your voice trailed off. You were a self-assured young adult, your frontal lobe was practically done forming. But sometimes when talking to Kellin it felt like your brain turned to mush. Your speech became almost sleepy, and you just wanted your girlfriend to do everything for you.

Kellin linked your fingers through hers. “You did it because I wanted to do it?” She finished your sentence for you.

You nodded. That made her stomach flutter with affection.

“Aw, sweetness..” You pinked at the ears when she called you the typical pet name. She squeezed your hand gently. “you don’t ever ever have to do anything you don’t want to for my sake.”

She squeezed your hand and you could’ve sworn your footing wavered. “Wait.” Kellin stopped you mid step. Her heart ached at your confused expression Kellin walked a bit in front of you and knelt down. You noticed the thin buckle on your Mary Jane came undone. Probably from when you lost your footing at the fun house. Kellin rebuckled it without even thinking to ask you first. She just wanted to help you out.

“There,” She finished the job and stood up. “That was bothering the hell out of me.”

You giggled. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”

“Of course I did,” Said Kellin. “You would’ve tripped. Why’d you wear those to the fair anyway? You know we were gonna do a fuckton of walking.”

You rolled your eyes. “They’re cute.” You retorted.

“Well so are you,” Kellin snarked. “But I’m not wearing you on my feet.” Her tone dripped of that sarcastic tone she used whenever she used a corny pickup line on you.

You groaned at that. “You’re so corny.”

Kellin smiled at you and lowered her sunglasses back onto her nose—That helped cover her face in public. You knew she had some degree of fame, and knew of Sirens through dating her. She liked to keep you out of the public eye, which was understandable.

You two walked through the outdoor aisles of scam games, pop-up rides here and there. A ride caught your eye—

“Kellin”

Your hands grabbed her wrist and she stopped, bewildered.

“What?”

“The Enterprise!! We have to go on.” You said.

“You mean that death trap?” Kellin groaned. You grinned, nodding. She could never say no to you.

Kellin followed you. Well, it’s more like you nearly dislocated her shoulder as you dragged her to the line.

Once you stopped at the end of the line, she sighed. “The things I do…”

Your smile was saccharine. “You love me.”

“I do.”

Good god, she was sweet on you. She loved your little crooked smile and how easily you fit in her arms. You guys weren’t much different in terms of height, but she always felt the need to protect you.

In this case though, she hoped you’d do the protecting. Because she fucking hates upside down rides.

There weren’t a ton of people in line, and you’d be next to ride

Waiting was never Kellin’s favorite thing ever. That was putting it lightly. There was a reason she jumped on deadlines for songs, cameos, and otherwise. Kellin was always going. She was always doing something. Her hand absentmindedly went to her key ring. She fiddled with it as she stared into space.

Her fingers, specifically her middle and ring fingers, moved around in the loop. Whether you wanted it or not, your face got warm, and you felt a familiar, tingling feeling in your panties. You pressed your thighs together as subtly as you could, desperate for friction.

Kellin noticed a shift in your demeanor. She stopped fidgeting for a second, concern and confusion clouding her expression. “You okay?” She asked, totally oblivious to your awkwardly shifting legs..

You nodded. “Y-Yeah. Don’t worry.”

Her face showed genuine concern. “No, you’re not. Do you need to use the bathroom, or…? I can save our spot.” Kellin’s fidgeting continued. Your eyes went back to her fingers. She followed your gaze, and her expression turned from one of concern to slight amusement. “Ohh…” Kellin drawled. It wasn’t overly teasing. It was light, cocky. She giggled to herself.

She leaned in towards you. “We’re in public, you know.” She chided.

“I-I’m not…”

Kellin flexed her middle and ring fingers in a similar way as before, but more intentional this time. You felt a pulsing between your legs and your breath hitched. Kellin snickered. “Pathetic” She whispered in your ear. Pathetic. It’s sounds harsh, but her tone wasn’t mean. It wasn’t mean at all. It was sweet. The same tone she uses when she calls you petnames. Terms of endearment. That word made your cheeks go red, but you didnt have much time to react. The line moved up and you two had to load in, and she looked at you with a playful yet shit eating grin.