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succcession · 1 year

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I have a request for Kendall!!!! I imagine him and the reader being on the verge of divorce and him being a possessive almost ex husband and making a scene every time a man breaths near the reader and them fighting and screaming at each other and then having the best make up angry sex of their lives.

Your mind is phenomenal, I hope you like it!

Marriage Make Up

Kendall Roy x f!reader smut 4.1k word count

You tried with Kendall. You really tried. It started with the coke. Which you could look past for awhile. Occasionally, suggesting various detoxes and rehab facilities, always trying to let him know you were there for him. Free from judgment. You knew who Kendall was when you married him, the addictions he struggled with. The trauma. However, the day you stood in front of him, your handmade white dress flowing, a traditional veil being lifted from your eyes to kiss him. You promised yourself you were going to be there for him. No matter what happened.

That was until the coke turned into ignoring all phone calls, never coming home, forgetting birthdays, and daily drunk 3am texts that clearly weren’t intended for you. You threatened Kendall that if this is how the marriage was going to be, you couldn’t be a part of it. But honestly they were empty threats. When you had made that initial promise, you meant it.

That was until the escorts.

You were awoken one morning by the ringtone of your phone, slowly blinking your eyes open as the sound grew louder. You threw your arm over searching to find the warmth of your husband's body sleeping next to you. Instead, being greeted by the now too common fabric of the cold sheets. You began rummaging through the pile of king size blankets searching your buzzing phone, eventually answering right before a call from Roman Roy went to voicemail.

“Hey! Seen your husband lately?” Roman questioned. Never beginning conversations with any kind of small talk.

“Oh yeah…Kendall, my husband” you scoffed. “At this point I have no idea if he is even still alive.”

“Oh he’s alive alright. All over the news actually… Billionaire Logan Roy's son, Kendall Roy seen leaving NYC restaurant with instagram model Claire Hane.”

Roman read aloud the headline cackling after almost every word.

“That girl is like, known to be an escort! What? Did you stop putting out?” He continued joking.

As soon as Roman had begun reading the headline your heart was pounding. Kendall in the news was rarely a good thing, and with every word out of Roman’s mouth you could feel heat rushing to your face as tears filled your eyes.

Choking on the lump in your throat you struggled to come up with a respond to Romans teasing. You wanted to act unbothered, like you were as heartless as any Roy sibling, unphased. But the tears already streaming down your face clearly proved otherwise.

“I…Fuck” you huffed finally managing to get something out of your quivering mouth. Everyone had warned you with patronizing eyes and scolding fingers when you married Kendall that he was inconsistent, unthoughtful, and “occasionally psychotic” his ex-wife even mentioned. However, you always waved their comments off with a smile. “Yeah, I know he has a lot going on, but I’m in love. And he can be really empathetic! I’ve never had someone take care of me the way that Kendall does. And not just with his wallet!” You explained over and over. Now all of your illusions were quickly shattering. Of anything he could do, cheating was not one you expected. Your sex life was great! At least, you thought. Maybe a little lacking lately, but that was hardly your fault seeing as though he was rarely home. Did he honestly need to pay for sex? Your confidence in him and your confidence in yourself were crashing down right in front of you.

“Look y/n, I’m sure it's not you. My brother is an asshole. This wouldn’t be the first time he’s been a shitty husband.”

Nearly forgetting Roman was on the other line you groaned at what you knew was his attempt to cheer you up. “Thanks Rome, I’m gonna go drink over my failed marriage. Bye.” you mumbled quickly hanging up before Roman got another chance to throw in a heartless joke.

Time appeared to be moving painfully slow after the disheartening events of this morning. After laying in bed clutching your chest and sobbing for what felt like weeks, you eventually pulled yourself into the bathroom. Confronted by your gloomy reflection of swollen eyes, still in shock this was all really happening. That Kendall would really be hiring escorts, and that you would find out from his brother! You decided the only way to distract your distressing mind would be a hot shower. Taking your time to delicately wash your hair and lather every inch of your body with the expensive body soap. Even though Kendall was richer than you could comprehend, you still had a habit of trying to preserve those things, never using too much. However, now all those little things were out the window. Who cares anymore if I’m just using him, you thought to yourself. Obviously he doesn’t.

You dried yourself off slowly taking the time to apply a sweet smelling lotion and your face moisturizer. Taking one last glance at your figure in the mirror and letting out a deep sigh. “Fuck him, I’m still sexy” you exclaim aloud at your reflection.

“Fuck yeah, you are!” You hear Kendall reply slyly behind you, looking back to see his suited figure leaning against the door frame. His eyes scanned your body from head to toe. You have no problem brushing off his remarks rushing to grab your white silk robe, covering your exposed body from him. Kendall was quick to pick up on your agitated reaction as you brushed past him.

“Okay. Yeah great what the fuck did I do now? Cause I know I didn’t leave any fucking drugs around the house.” he huffed, naturally jumping to defend his actions.

“Yeah, probably because you’re never here.” You mumbled quietly. You weren’t ready to fight about it. Not yet at least. You still felt too heartbroken to even scream at him, simply just wanting him to disappear until you were ready to confront the reality.

“I know I’ve been gone a lot y/n, but with my dad gone things at the office are just really starting to pick up and everything with Mattson, I mean…” his voice trailed off as you wandered around the room putting together a comfortable outfit. His rambling excuses eventually stopped when he looked at you and questioned,

“Uh babe the fuck are you wearing?”.

“God Ken, why do you even care? You’re leaving again tonight right?” you sneered. He’s never home, and then when he is home all he has is work excuses and a problem with your outfit, seriously?

“Um, we're leaving tonight. Waystar Charity Gala. One of my biggest opportunities to make a good impression as CEO. What, did you fucking forget?” He exclaimed.

“Fuck” you whined holding a finger to rub your temple.

You had totally forgotten tonight was the charity event, explaining why Kendall was home and finally paying any attention to you. Part of being married to Kendall Roy was putting on a play. Attending various events and red carpets draped over your husband's side performing as his beautiful, dotting wife. Although, honestly you never had to fake it. You genuinely did adore Kendall and it made you happy to make him look good, and brag about his accomplishments to his peers. And you were good at it! Always leaving every man in the room jealous of how happy you made Kendall, and every woman dying to take your place. But tonight you weren’t sure if you could handle that job. You couldn’t even make eye contact with him right now, let alone appear like you’re obsessed with him.

Kendall walked over to where you were sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at you. You resisted every urge to begin crying again, screaming at him about this morning's headlines. Although it was eating you alive, you knew that sobbing to him wouldn’t work on Kendall. The Roy’s were a different breed, and if you wanted to get to him, you really had to make him feel something. You looked up at his figure towering above you. Giving him soft eyes but maintaining the displeased frown on your face.

“Are you seriously this upset over me being busy? God I know, I’m sorry for being the world shittiest fucking husband!” he scoffed “ But I’m trying to take over a fucking company here y/n. Now, you knew what you signed up for when you married me, so we’re going to this fucking gala. And you’re going to be my loving wife, okay? You’re going to look beautiful, and you’re going to make me look good. Can you do that? Can you be a good girl for me?” his patronizing tone sinking deep into your chest. You knew he was half serious, half just attempting to intimidate you, and the good girl he had to throw in hoping it would finally get to you. And it did. Sending heat straight to your center. You gave a slow nod in response, not breaking eye contact. Although, this response was not enough for kendall as he roughly brought a hand under your chin “Say yes Kendall, thank you Kendall”. You repeated his words gently and even turned your head to leave a gentle kiss on his palm. His entire demeanor softened, you could easily play into his game now but you were already planning ways to get back at him throughout the night.

Your dress for the night was a striking dark blue, a slight shimmer radiating from the bottom, drawing all eyes down the velvet fabric that formed around your body nicely. The plunging neckline, a lower cut then you would usually wear. You nearly forget about Kendall as every head in the crowd turned in awe at yours and Kendall's arrival. Your beauty quickly becoming the topic of the event.

As you made your way through the party, Kendall snaked his arm around your waist breathing deeply into your neck, recognizing his favorite perfume of yours. Smirking as he whispered “You’re so good to me.” His words sent a chill down your spine. How could he so easily say things like that while he had another life going on? Your brain jumped between wanting to slap him, and completely surrendering to his touch. You wanted nothing more than to leave a soft kiss on his lips, lean your head into his shoulder and mean it. But you refused to give in so easily, letting his hands wander your body without returning any of the attention.

It seemed as though you had a spotlight on you, the way your dress glistened softly, your light smile drawing in awestruck gazes from every direction. Kendall analyzed every man who let their eyes linger on you as you passed by, his grip around your waist growing tighter with the minute. Although, he wasn’t saying anything you knew the increased attention surrounding you was driving him insane. Of course, Kendall's ideal night consisted of having the most desired woman in the room but tonight felt excessive. With men who had never spoken to him in his life stopping to shake his hand, clearly only for a chance to gain proximity to you.

You grabbed a champagne glass from a waiter before turning on your heel away from Kendall commenting “I’m going to go mingle.”

“What are you-” his question, cut off by quick disappearance into the crowd.

It was easy to charm the kind of men you find at these events. Whether they were married or single, younger or older all you had to do was act interested in their lives. Listen to them talk about how much money they make, throw in an innocent giggle and they’re easily under your control. Which made it easy to flirt with random billionaires throughout the room, but made for little true entertainment. Reminding you what you had first admired about Kendall. Although others rarely saw it, Kendall had depth. You two often would stay up till early hours in the morning pouring out endless streams of emotions to each other. He enjoyed deep conversations and sharing his daydreams. Kendall was made of much more than just Waystar inheritance money. Every other man in the room felt so…simple, so facile compared to Ken.

It wasn’t long until Kendall found you in the crowd again, eyes locked on some investor as he did his best to swoon you. He watched as you threw your head back in laughter, lightly letting your hand graze the man's bicep.

Kendall formed a tight fist as he felt a trigger go off in his head. Kendall spent his whole life competing. He definitely wasn’t going to let your attention be stolen by anybody else. In his mind when he put a ring on it, he won you. Besides you hardly paid attention to the people at these things, why tonight did you decide to put on such a performance while brushing off all of his advances? The jealousy of your lack of attention was piling on him like a ton of bricks. He knew he had been extremely negligent in the marriage department lately, and as much as he probably deserved to be cheated on after everything he’s done in his life, he didn’t think you would be so quick to throw yourself at other men.

He made his way over to you and the man stood in front of you, quickly sliding in closely next to you. “Thanks for keeping her company, man. Keep up the good work.” Kendall joked aggressively.

“Ah anytime, we’ve all seen what a busy guy you are, hate to see you leave this beautiful thing all alone.” The man scoffed back lightly, referencing today's news. You were always impressed by rich men's ability to be mean to each other without actually fighting, it was as if cryptic trash talk was their second language.

“Oh, I guarantee I can keep my wife very entertained” Kendall asserted.

You observed the two men wind each other up, pleased that your simple yet effective plan of making Kendall jealous was working. Eventually, the other man let up, leaving you two standing alone. Kendall’s chest was heaving in front of you, his large eyes scanning the room, and you could sense that he was trying to calm himself down. Resisting from making a scene. He knew he needed to stay longer, that he should spend the entire night networking with strangers, gaining the trust of possible donors, anything to earn respect as CEO. But as his anxieties regarding your displeased attitude began growing more unignorable, he wanted nothing more than to drag you out of the venue. Away from everybody's eyes, and against only his. Protected.

Kendall wasn’t saying a word to you, and you took your opportunity to wander off again to search for anyone semi handsome you could pretend to care about. However, your first step away from him was interrupted by a rough grip on your hand. You turned hesitantly, knowing you will be met with his distressed eyes, “I’m done with this fucking game. We’re leaving.”

The fighting began the second you walked into the apartment building. Not even making it past the lobby before Kendall was yelling out “So are we gonna fucking talk about this?”

“What is there to talk about Kendall? How you clearly have no desire to even be married to me? Why don't we start there!” You explained only to be met with a stunned

“What?”.

“You’re never fucking here Kendall! And if you are here you’re high, mad at me for being upset that my husband only ever sees me when he's coked out of his mind!”. You had never yelled at him like this, shocked at the amount of anger you could feel swelling in your chest.

“Oh and now you don’t even want to have sex right? You can just hire someone for that too! I hope eventually you can spend enough money on pussy and drugs to actually be happy Kendall!”. It was harsh, yes. You wanted to hurt him. Hoping maybe your words could compare to how it felt reading the headline.

“Fuck you. Okay, what the fuck are you talking about y/n?”

“The news, Kendall! I’m not fucking stupid! Everyone has seen your recent little public affair. Obviously, I don’t make you happy so please lets just do whatever the fuck we have to do to end this! I don't want anything from you, I don't care, I just don't fucking care anymore” you aggressively stammered on, raising your hands in defeat.

Kendall was sitting on the bed watching you pace the room. He didn’t realize that his dinner last night had made so many news articles, but they weren’t lying. He did meet up with an escort, thinking that fucking someone he didn’t care about might actually help him blow off some steam. But by halfway through dinner he had already made up his mind that he couldn’t follow through with it. Sure, she was beautiful and listened to him rant about work and his ex-wife. Nonetheless, his interest faltered with every coy giggle she let out. She wasn’t sarcastic like you, she didn’t push back or tease him. It was as if you were the only one bold enough to treat him like a real person, not just a possible paycheck. He left the restaurant with her but only to have her dropped back off at her apartment, giving a soft apology while still paying her the originally intended amount. He thought he could be like his dad, not give a fuck about anyone, use anything for his own pleasure. But he was positive his dick wouldn’t have been able to get hard all night, and trying only would have made it miserable for her and him.

“I didn’t fuck her.” Kendall finally huffed in response pushing himself to stand in front of you “I couldn’t fuck her! I’ll be honest with you y/n, I wanted to. But we never even made it past the fucking restaurant! I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You never leave me side y/n and I know I fucking put you through hell and back! I’m really fucked up, but I didn’t fuck anyone else!”

You weren’t sure whether to believe him. Regardless you would still be upset that he considered it. But there was something oddly sweet about a man who could buy any woman not being able to go through with it because of you. Kendall had slowly been stepping towards, and your hands laid gently at your side, unsure of what to do with all the information in your head, only to be met with a rough kiss from Kendall. You pushed him away exclaiming “Kendall, what the fuck? I’m so fucking pissed!” yet you were met again by his tight grasp around your waist and his lips returning deeply to yours. This time unable to resist the urge to give in and kiss him back.

“I know. You should be pissed. But I love you, I love you y/n.” he muttered in response against your lips. The sound of your shared panting filling the room as the passionate kiss continued. Kendall walked you backwards until you collided with the wall behind you.

“So fucking mad at you Ken!” you growled into his mouth as you both clawed each other's clothes, his arms raking down your backside squeezing your ass roughly and brushing the sleeves of your dress off your shoulders. Letting the fabric pool around your waist his mouth was quick to begin leaving a trail of sloppy kisses down your neck, stopping to nibble gently on the skin between your neck and shoulder. You threw your head back as his mouth made contact with your nipple, he sucked harshly, pulling the skin lightly with his lips, and then soothing the sensitive bud by tracing circles with his tongue. His other hand working to undo the zipper holding up the remainder of your dress. You attempted to steady your shaking hands and loosen his belt and dress shirt but the feeling spreading from your nipples to your pussy was already causing you to struggle. When your dress pooled around your ankles, Kendall wasted no time in lifting you into his arms, legs instinctively wrapping around him as he sucked on your bottom lip. You could feel his bulge pressing firmly into your center as he trapped you tightly between him and the wall. His hips grinding, desperate to buck into you, causing a yelp to leave your mouth every time.

He moved his hands swiftly, lowering his dress pants enough to pull his cock out, rubbing the large bead of precum that was forming on his head between your folds.

“Fuck Ken!” You exclaimed as you felt his head pressing firmly against your slit. Kendall usually enjoyed taking his time, slowly working his cock into you, trying to make you as wet as possible before bottoming out. However, now you could feel him pushing in with no hesitation. Grunting as your lips squeezed tightly around him, giving you no time to adjust, only pulse as he pushed deeper. His cock had never felt so swollen inside you before. You weren’t sure if it was the time apart or the passionate argument but your pussy was yearning for every inch of him inside you, and to completely submit to his hold. But your brain still had the lingering thoughts of his actions.

“Why Ken? Fuck- why do you have to be like that? Why can’t we just talk?” You managed to moan out

“I don’t know why I’m so fucked up y/n” he grunted into your ear pushing the final inch of his length all the way inside of you. Both of you let out a sigh in unison as your bodies aligned perfectly together. Your legs spread wide for him as he held your ass in his palms, grinding deeply into you. With each thrust his pelvis softly nudging your clit driving your pleasure further.

Backing away from the wall, while maintaining his tight hold around you, Kendall walked your conjoined bodies over to the bed. Laying you down harshly against the edge of the mattress, pulling your hips quickly to meet his, pushing his dick deep back inside you. He collapsed into your shoulder, his arms wrapping around your chest. He fucked into you at a brutal pace, you were unable to controls the cries that left you lips each time his thick head brushed against the sensitive spot along your walls.

“Ken please- I need you” you whined scratching your nails down his back searching for anything to hold onto while the knot in your stomach tightened.

“I want to be better, baby. I can be better for you. I promise” He groaned deeply into your neck, his words so easily seducing you back into completely trusting him again.

“I want you home Ken, I want- ughh you” you managed to moan out breathlessly. As your orgasm drew closer, so did your thoughts about missing Kendall. You just wanted to tell him how much you loved him, how much you needed him but all that left your lips was a loud cry as you felt your pussy finally release on his cock.

“You’re making me cum! Fuck Ken oh my god, wait wait I-…” you yelped.

Your hand reached between your legs pressing your palm to his stomach as your overstimulated pussy throbbed harshly around him. He maintained his brutal pace, holding your hips in place as you squirmed against him.

“Just a little more baby, you can take me. That’s my girl” he cooed, his hands straightening your legs over his shoulder. His hips snapping against your ass, eyes never leaving yours. Watching in adoration as your eyes shut closed, but your mouth remaining open, drool falling down your chin as the pleasure slowly became too much.

With a few more powerful thrusts Kendall was releasing deep inside you. Allowing himself to collapse completely into your warm body. Shallowly grinding his hips to ride out his passionate high. Waiting until he felt your walls stop throbbing around him. Allowing both of your breathing to relax before he eventually pulled out with a long sigh. Kendall looked down at you fucked out face. His thumb brushed your cheek gently, then ran it along your bottom lip. He thought you always looked so beautiful with your cheeks flushed pink, hair wildly flying around your face. Arms reaching up searching for his protection. He wasn’t ready to give up on another marriage, not when the make up sex was like this, he laughed to himself. He gathered you in his arms scooting your bodies up the bed, until he was comfortably holding you.

“I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

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eeveebitches · 7 months

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bathroom. || Kendall Roy || smut

Pairing: Dom!Kendall Roy x F!Sub!Reader

Summary: You're Roman's assistant, at a launch party Kendall invited you to. Stuff happens along the way that you're sure would get you fired.

Word count: 3.794

18+ only! More under the cut,

Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Dom Kendall, implied one-sided attraction from roman, bathroom sex, fingering, p in v, sexual tension, stewy makes a cameo

A/n: this is based on a request i got! :DD

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It’s a cold night, and Kendall is standing in front of you.

You don't know Kendall that long, but there's a clear twinkle in his eyes that shines with deviancy as he greets you. Even in the darkness of the New York street, you can see a glimmer that simply can't be usual. His smile is something you'd consider overly excited, and his short hair is slightly ruffled. You look him up and down, taking note of his casual appearance. "Hey hey heyy, there's my girl," he says with a wide grin.

He goes in for a side-hug, which you lean into with a smile. You don't expect him to speak as close to your ear as he does as he tells you, "I'm really fucking happy you could make it," so you can't help but shiver as his breath fans against your ear. Kendall pulls away from the hug, immediately searching for eye contact as he keeps grinning at you. "You know I'm never one to say no to a good party," you chuckle, letting him lead you from the street into the building.

It's some random start-up party, and Kendall had asked Roman to invite you, so now here you are. You aren't completely sure why he'd invite you, though.

You guessed it was because of Kendall's strange need for validation, and somehow him having a lot of 'friends' validated him. Not like you're complaining-- the white mini dress you're wearing has been collecting dust in your closet, so you're happy to put it into action.

"I like your, uhh, get-up. Real church girl gone slutty vibes. Fits you," he notes, eyes shamelessly raking over your body. You roll your eyes at him. He's high at most, and strangely giddy at the very least. Whatever he says tonight will not be worth worrying over. "And you look like you're gonna be a guest at Comic-Con," you shoot back as you let him open the door for you.

He ushers you inside with a hearty laugh, casually resting a hand on the small of your back which, surprisingly, you don't hate. "Listen, I know you hate those yuppy-wuppy parties, so I thought this kinda shit would be right up your alley. Good food, free drinks and a DJ that doesn't fucking suck." You hum as you scan the hallway you're standing in. Kendall quickly turns to talk to security, while you quickly grab your phone out of your purse to check your messages.

[ sad victorian puppy ]: Where the fuck are you

[ sad victorian puppy ]: ????????

[ sad victorian puppy ]: Hurry up before I hang myself with the fairy lights

[ sad victorian puppy ]: I'm not joking

[ sad victorian puppy]: I'm doing it right now

"You ready to dazzle loser-y tech bro's?" Your head shoots up from Roman's messages to give Kendall a nod. He yet again casually places his hand on the small of your back, handing you a wristband as he starts explaining random finance shit to you. It's all 'bla bla shareholders, bla bla stakes' to your ears, but you nod along as he bridges into the people he knows at the party.

The main event hall is spacious, fairy lights and plastic vines struggling to make this whole thing feel low-key. With a bar in the corner and a lively dance floor at the very front, you let Kendall lead you through the crowd as he points people out. "That's Shane, nasty fucking guy. His dad got in trouble for insider trading, so he made a jailbreak video game based on him and made bank," he practically giggles into your ear, hand slithering to rest on your side.

The side of his body is flush against yours, and his hot breath fans against your ear with each smart-mouthed remark. There's something promiscuous about it all, and you can't help but lean into his casual touches. "Is that one friend of yours here, too? With the beard and gray streak?"

He raises his brow at you in amusement. "You mean Stewy? Why, d'you wanna fuck him or something?" he asks through a wicked grin. "I barely know him, Ken, and you know I prefer being wined and dined." His eyes crease as his smile grows, curiously watching you. "Uh-huh, sure you do. Miss self-respect over here." You grin as well, walking out of Kendall's hold to disappear into the crowd, making your way to the bar.

Almost immediately you spot Roman, whose deep frown you can see from far as he stares at his phone. "Hiya, Romes."

You didn't mean to startle him, but that doesn't stop you from laughing at him when he jumps up, hissing out a sharp 'Jesus fuck' as he turns to glare at you. "Is this what you've been doing? Haunting this place and scaring people like a fuckin' poltergeist?"

"I mean, I am wearing white," you remark, before quickly ordering a mocktail as you hop onto one of the bar stools. Roman scoffs at you, choosing to simply stand next to your seat and lean against the bar. He seems strangely nervous, something you tell yourself to ask about later.

He slips his phone into his pocket with a huff. "Yeah yeah, whatever, Casper the shitty fuckin' assistant." Your drink slides in front of you, so instead of mustering a quip in reply, you opt to quietly taking a sip. It's surprisingly bitter, but you don't hate it.

From the corner of his eye, Roman carefully watches you. "Y'know, I can see you glaring at me," you mumble against the glass of your drink, smiling at Roman as he straightens his back and clears his throat. "Fuck off, I'm just weirded out by you in a party dress. It's uncanny valley type shit," he says, awkwardly tugging at his own fingers like he's trying to dislocate them.

"I think you're using uncanny valley wrong." With a scoff he turns his entire body to properly glare at you. "I know what uncanny valley is, and you in a dress like this gives off major android vibes. Like the real you has been replaced by a freaky, lookalike sex doll." He pokes your arm as he says it. His face is crinkled in childlike disgust as he watches you take another sip of your drink.

You can tell he doesn't mean it. He knows he doesn't mean it, too, hands fiddling as he fights the urge to touch the fabric of your ivory dress. "Still weird that Kendall wanted you here. Are you fucking him? I'm gonna fire you if you are, because that's, like, reaaally fucking gross," he groans out, continuing his glaring as you nonchalantly finish your drink.

"How about you first ask HR if asking about my love life is appropriate behavior, then I'll tell you all the juicy details." And with that you place your empty glass down and stand up from your seat. You pat Roman's shoulder with a grin. "I'm gonna go socialize, so stay put," you tell him, and while you didn't mean for it to come off as flirtatious, you don't correct yourself when you realize it does.

You maneuver through the hipster ocean, avoiding the guys wearing Rick & Morty shirts with ugly tweed blazers on top who are desperate for a conversation with you. The dance floor is in full swing, something you're sure you wouldn't have seen if you arrived earlier. Kendall had told Roman, who then told you that the later you arrived, the better it'd be.

Speaking of that devil, there Kendall stands, wearing kicks you're sure are worth more than your soul, a casual blazer and a shirt with a minimalist design. He lights up when he sees you, smile reaching to his eyes as he calls you over with a wave. Next to him stands that friend of his, dressed far too formal for the occasion.

He opens his arm, signaling for you to slot against him, which you do with far less hesitance than you'd like to have had. "Had enough of Rome?" he teases, carrying a blissful grin. You ignore the comment, instead focusing on Ken's friend.

"Roman's assistant, right? Haven't seen you since that thing in Florence." You hum in agreement, trying to dredge up his name from your memory. Kendall removes you from his arm to stop a wandering waiter and ask for... something, who knows. "Yeah, you were just as overdressed then as you are now," you reply with a cheeky grin.

What his name was, though, is still on the tip of your tongue. Something with an S, for sure, but the rest of the letters just don't place themselves.

Kendall returns to your side, and quickly whispers in your ear,

"Stewy."

He turns his head to look at you, and as your eyes meet he shoots you a coy grin before turning to, well, Stewy. "Y'know Rome has her write his e-mails? She probably knows more confidential shit than I do at this point." Stewy lets out a small chuckle, clearly looking you up and down. Kendall laughs at that, although there's a sharp tinge to it.

After some small talk between the two men that you simply could not follow for the life of you, Stewy leaves to go to the bathroom, winks and nudges palpable as Ken tells him to have fun.

"So, how're you liking it?" he suddenly asks you as the two of you walk to the couches in the corners of the room. "It's very... trendy." You smile as Kendall huffs out a laugh, the two of you sitting much closer to each other than you really have to be.

His thigh, which is surprisingly firm, is flush against yours. You can feel yourself holding your breath, but you just can't seem to breathe out as Kendall doesn't stop making eye contact. "Yeah, this is some hipster bullshit, I know. Still, the drinks are good, and the catering isn't pathetic."

"I haven't even had the food here yet, is it really not that bad? Those mini sandwiches seemed a bit..." He chuckles at that, nodding his head as his eyes quickly dart around, searching for something.

"Like absolute dog shit, yeah. But I swear it tastes pretty good. Let me go get some for you." You were expecting him to stand up, but instead he waves over a guy most definitely getting paid below minimum wage. "Hey dude, can you get me and the lady some of those mini sandwiches? And some drinks, too."

The waiter scurries off with a nod, so you turn your focus back to Kendall who's simply staring at you. "Seriously, thanks for coming. Not to sound like a sappy loser, but I do appreciate it. You're reliable, that's important shit to me, y'know?"

You smile at Kendall, patting his thigh. "It's no problem, Ken. You're a cool dude," you tell him, which somehow makes his eyes glimmer more than they have been so far. With a bewildered, yet smug look he keeps staring at you. "Good to know you find me cool. You're, uhh, cool too."

His hand goes to lay on top of yours, and suddenly whatever cologne he's been wearing floods your sense of smell. The air becomes heavy, too heavy for you to bear, as he continues looking into your eyes.

But then he squeezes your hand, quickly looks away and lets out a light chuckle. As if on queue, the waiter appears, drinks and ugly sandwiches on a platter. He places them on the table in front of you, then quickly departs.

"Fucking finally," Kendall mumbles, grabbing one of the sandwiches. "Alright, now open up."

"Open up?" He hums, smile growing more and more devious as he taps his mouth. "C'mon, say 'ahh', humor me." You have no reason to go along with it, or him, but something inside of you wants to, so you obediently open your mouth as Kendall plops the sandwich in your mouth.

The tension is palpable, partially because of how intense his eye contact suddenly becomes when you accidentally wrap your lips around his finger for a second as he pulls away. Flustered, you start chewing, letting out a muffled sound of enjoyment as the harmonious flavors spread over your palate.

"Shit, Ken, this is good," you giggle out, hand covering your mouth in a weak attempt at hiding your flustered expression. "Told you, didn't I? You can trust me, y'know."

He takes his own bite of food, as well as a dark blue drink, and he--

"Shit."

You look down at your dress, and all you see is blue.

Kendall spilled his fucking drink.

"Fuck, completely my bad," he hisses out, immediately grabbing you by the arm and leading you to the bathroom. For a split second you think you see Roman watching the two of you, but you don't have much time to dwell on it as you rush to one of the spacious bathrooms and lock the door behind you.

Kendall seems a bit frantic, like cold water was thrown over him, hands shaky as he grabs some paper towels and awkwardly tries to dry you off. "I fucked up, I'm sorry. Did you have a jacket with you, or?"

You simply shake your head no, to which Kendall grimaces. "Send me the cleaning bill for this shit, alright? This is completely my fault," he murmurs. "Ken, it's fine, it's just a drink. It'll wash out by itself."

It definitely won't, but the verbal comfort seems to ease his mind, as he stops wiping. "Yeah, you're, uh, you're right. I can get Jess to go find a jacket for you, it'd be here in like, ten minutes."

Before you can even decline, he walks to the other side of the bathroom, phone held against his ear as he mercilessly calls Jess during a Friday evening. You stare at yourself in the mirror, frowning at the splotch of blue. As you try to tug the dress a bit away from your skin, Ken appears behind you. "You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just really sticky," you groan as you grab another paper towel and struggle to push it in between your dress and your bare skin. "Fuck, this is uncomfortable but, uh... would it be cool for you to zip my dress down a little? So I can actually reach inside my dress."

Your cheeks are hot as you ask him, eyes cast down to the marble floor. He lets out a tense chuckle, stepping close enough to reach your back. "Yeah, of course." You look into the bathroom mirror and watch Kendall as he slowly reaches for the back of your zipper.

His knuckles brush up against your skin as he takes the delicate zipper in between his fingers. Little by little, he pulls it down, watching your face through the mirror. Breathlessly he waits for you to nod, to tell him that it's enough.

But for a reason you could never say out loud, you don't. Instead you watch him zip the dress down, lower and lower until the zipper ends at your waist.

His hands sneak into your now unzipped dress, holding onto your bare hips as he places a careful kiss to the back of your neck. "God, you smell fucking divine," he groans out, covering your neck and back with pecks as he roams your body. The pads of his fingers are rough against your skin, like sandpaper against velvet.

He gropes one of your breasts, breathing in your scent while his other hand traverses lower and lower. The whine you let out as he gently tugs at your nipple is desperate, something he replies to with a simple kiss to your temple. "You gotta be quiet, can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

Before you can even nod, he lunges at you, lips smashing against yours. He doesn't take his time, tugging at your bottom lip as he groans into your mouth. It's like he's trying to ravage you, hands growing rougher in their touch as he drowns in your scent.

You can barely hold back your moans as he consumes your entire being. His hand finds the rim of your panties in no time, and with zero hesitation he pushes two of his fingers against your clit. The small circles he makes send small sparks of delicious electricity through your body. "So wet for me," Kendall whispers against your lips, still watching you through the mirror.

His gaze is hot, burning through your skin and heating you to your bones as he pleasures you. "Ken, please."

He can't stop himself from chuckling at how needy you are. "I kinda always knew your whole put together thing was bullshit. I mean, look at you now," he says, letting out a sharp laugh as you shiver at his words.

"Roman doesn't even know you could be like this, huh? A needy slut fucking her boss's brother in some random bathroom." He doesn't give you any time to respond, his two fingers move from your clit to slip inside of you. Your walls squeeze against his digits as he uses his thumb to keep the pressure on your clit constant.

It's all too much. His filthy words against the shell of your ear as he abuses your cunt, his other hand still busying himself with your nipple. It's hot, and harsh, yet the most satisfying feeling you've had in years.

Not only that, but you can tell how riled up he is, too. Panting, lightly grinding against you, hungrily staring at your reflection. "Fuck-- sit on the sink for me," he groans, removing his fingers. You do as he tells you, whimpering at the sudden emptiness.

He pushes his fingers into your mouth without much warning, but you gladly let him. There's a small part of you, in a very dark corner of your brain, that's cursing you out for being here. For letting him feed you, for letting his hands even graze against you. It's like every moment with him tonight led up to this moment, with you sucking your own juices from Kendall's fingers as he undoes his pants with his other hand.

Kendall pulls his fingers away, wiping your saliva on your exposed thigh. You giggle as he pulls a condom from his pocket, giving him a teasing look. "Prepared, are we?"

He shrugs, expression almost bashful as he carefully rips the foil. "Not gonna lie to you, I got them from Stewy right after you walked away," he chuckles, cheeks raised high as if he's genuinely embarrassed. "I was really hoping for this," he motions between the two of you with a strangely sincere smile, "to happen."

"Stop being a sap and fuck me, Kenny." His head hangs low as he laughs at that, pulling out his cock as casually as one can when getting ready to fuck their brother's assistant in a bathroom. You bite the inside of your cheek raw as you watch him slowly roll the condom down. He lets out a small hiss as he does so, eyebrows furrowing as he gives himself a few loose-handed strokes.

With a gentleness he hadn't shown before, he pushes your thighs apart and your panties down. He looks into your eyes and smiles warily as he lines himself up against your entrance. "Are you okay?"

You roll your eyes at him, and with a burst of sudden confidence you grab him by his hips and push him against you. It takes a small bit of adjusting from Kendall, whose amused grin is, at this point, infectious.

As his cock slowly delves into you, you let out a tandem moan. "So fucking tight," Kendall huffs out, thumb yet again finding your clit as he watches you weakly writhe. "Can you please just move, Ken?"

The laugh he lets out is breathy, but he quickly complies, almost fully removing himself from you before slamming back into you. The pace he sets is brutal, his large hand clutching at your side and his eyes only focused on you. Your dress is clumsily pushed down, letting your tits bounce freely as his every thrust shakes you to your core.

Kendall doesn't relent with his other hand, either. He roughly spits on your sopping wet cunt, thumb gliding over your slick clit with ease. His every move leaves you gasping for air, and if it wasn't for the hand you're using to cover your mouth, you're sure everyone outside would hear you.

"I knew I had to fuck you when I saw you in this dress," he groans out as you shove your head into the crook of his neck, biting on his shoulder to keep your noises unheard. "I don't know how Rome handles having you around, always wearing those tight fucking pencil skirts. I'd bend you down over my desk," he picks up his pace, harshly slamming his cock into you, "and eat your pussy with everyone's watching."

With a particularly hard thrust and his words ricocheting in your head, you fall apart. Your entire body convulses, and everything turns a pure white as you can feel Kendall smash his lips against yours in an attempt to swallow your noise.

His own thrusts grow sloppy, and with a gruff moan he slowly stills his movements. You stay like that for a moment as you come to, his forehead resting against yours. You're both panting, and horribly sweaty, and as you slowly open your eyes the first thing you notice is the blue on your dress. Ken follows your line of sight, letting out a weak chuckle.

"We, uh, still haven't fixed that."

The two of you share a laugh, before he slowly pulls himself. You pull your panties up as he busies himself with discarding the condom and tucking himself back into his pants, hissing at the cold sensation of your cooled down slick. "Hey, didn't you call Jess or something?" you mutter, more to yourself than to him as he helps you zip your dress back up. "Yeah, she's probably been waiting."

"Poor Jess." Kendall heartily laughs at your sympathy. "I just gave you a mind-blowing fuck, and you're worrying about her?"

You shrug, shooting Kendall a small smile as you fix yourself up a bit in the mirror. Ken wraps an arm around your waist as he stands besides you. "So what happened to being wined and dined? Or is that still on the table," he asks through a brash grin.

"Stop being a smart ass and ask me on a date like a normal rich guy."

"Rich guys don't do dates," he jokes as he unlocks the bathroom, arm still around your waist since your legs are wobbling,

"they fuck assistants in bathrooms."

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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I Can Take a Beating (Like a Good Pair of Headphones)

Pairing: Kendall Roy x Reader

Rating: T, shockingly

Notes: Hey look it's that Kendall Valentine's oneshot I mentioned. Title from the Walk the Moon song Headphones. Written today and not beta-read, shocker, I know. also lolololol posted it to the wrong account the first time

Warnings: Cursing; Roman being a little shit; mostly fluff; potential power imbalance

Summary: This is where Kendall feels a little…Conflicted. He could hold out for whenever your birthday is, but your headphones seem to be on their last legs. And if he’s being totally honest, he’s been considering asking you out. Valentine’s is just a few days away. He could…Give them to you, ask you for a drink then? Or would you feel obligated because he’s the boss and he’s giving you a gift?

GIF by jeremystrongs

He sort of admires your loyalty to your old pair. You’ve clearly had them for longer than they’re meant to be kept. You use them every time you're listening in on a meeting, or if you're head-down to get some work done. When you're finished, you always lift the headphones off of your ears with tender reverence, setting them aside and plugging them in to charge immediately (for as long as you must’ve had them, he’s certain the battery must be on its last legs). Then you always reach up, brushing little black flecks of flaked padding away from your ears before you duck your head back, inspecting your collar and shoulders for any little bits that may have escaped your notice.

Look, he gets it. Kendall’s a headphone guy.

He’s ready, willing, and able to discuss the merits of Meze, Denons, Bowers & Wilkins, Sweetwaters. He has more pairs than he can count, more pairs than he cares to think about. And maybe that’s why he does this himself, instead of asking Jess to handle it. It becomes a bit of a pet-project. He puts more time into it than he’d care to admit. He has a goddamn spreadsheet to compare each of the models he’s considering getting you based on the music he’s heard you discuss.

He has Roman do some snooping. It’s not a hardship. You’re one of the few people at Waystar Royco that Roman can stand. Kendall has to barter a couple of assignments and a future favor for it, but it’s worth it. Roman gets a breakdown of what you like to listen to, a full array—music, podcasts, audiobooks, streaming services that you prefer to use. And for the minor tooth-pulling it took to get his brother to agree, Kendall’s got to hand it to Roman. He got all of the dirt that Kendall needed to make a decision.

Kendall winds up having a pair custom made. The headband has a subtle diamond pattern, using two of the colors he sees you wearing often. The earpads are thick and cushy, and certain not to flake any time soon. He makes sure to have a headphone jack included, just in case, you know. He wants to give you options.

But this is where Kendall feels a little…Conflicted. He could hold out for whenever your birthday is, but your headphones seem to be on their last legs. And if he’s being totally honest, he’s been considering asking you out. Valentine’s is just a few days away. He could…Give them to you, ask you for a drink then? Or would you feel obligated because he’s the boss and he’s giving you a gift?

He’ll have them delivered to your desk, that’s what he’ll do. He’ll gauge your reaction, see how you like them, work it out from there.

“Roman! Is this why you were asking me all of those questions about what I listen to?”

“Well, you know," His brother gives a lame shrug, eyes wandering the package on your desk.

“This is so sweet of you, you didn’t have to do this!”

Kendall’s heart drops from his mouth to his stomach. He can’t do anything but watch as you rest your new custom headphones back down in the box and throw your arms around Roman’s shoulders with a gleeful grin. Kendall blinks dumbly as Roman reluctantly raises his arms and gives your sides a pat.

Roman just shrugs. “Maybe now that black shit from your other pair will stop getting all over the fuckin’ place.”

You’re laughing. You’re laughing at Roman and you’re hugging him. It’s not right. That’s supposed to be Kendall’s laugh, and Kendall’s hug. Kendall swallows roughly, turning from the two of them as Jess warns him that he has a meeting in three.

“Uh—Yeah. Yeah, thanks,” He nods. He chances one last glance at you. He takes in the way you draw back from Roman, picking up the headphones. He sees you smooth your fingers over the diamond patterning, and the earpads. You look so goddamn happy. It makes him feel so goddamn happy.

It’s almost enough to quash his urge to ask Roman what the fuck he was thinking.

“What the fuck were you thinking?”

“What? Dude,” Roman frowns as Kendall leans into his space, cornering him before either can leave the conference room. “Did you have falafel for lunch? I’m getting garlic.”

“You know you didn’t send her those fucking headphones,” Kendall spits.

“No, but who cares? I did all the research, right?”

“You asked her some questions. I did the research.”

Roman rolls his eyes, glancing back in your direction. Kendall looks over Roman’s shoulder, peering through the glass wall to where you’re sitting at your desk. You’re using your new headphones. Every now and again, your fingers raise to brush over the band, or over the outside of the pads. Each time, your smile widens before you force yourself to refocus.

“You want me to go tell her?” Roman offers.

“No. No, you have done more than enough.”

Roman smirks, holding his hands up in mock surrender before miming zipping his lips shut. Kendall puffs irritatedly as he draws back from Roman, meeting Jess at the door.

“What’s next?” He asks, eyes set on you as he walks down the hall. Jess rattles off his next few meetings, appointments, a note that he still hasn’t RSVP’d to Shiv and Tom’s for their Valentine’s dinner (or Valentinner as Tom had called it when he reminded Kendall of it that morning). Kendall considers for a moment. If he had a date for Valentine’s, Tom would probably get off his back about going to that stupid thing (then again, probably not. It would likely be met with a hearty congratulations and an urging to bring them along, no matter how premature the meet-the-family stage would be. Then again, you already know most of Kendall’s family—but still, he wants to take you to dinner, not into the lion's den).

“Okay…Okay. I’ve got,” He shakes his sleeve back from his wrist, “What, half an hour free?”

“Yep,” Jess nods.

“Okay. I’ll uh…I’ll meet you back at my office. Thanks.”

He stops as Jess goes on, and watches you across the office again. He can’t tell at this distance, but are you…Listening in on a meeting? Or are you focused up? He doesn’t want to interrupt your flow. He had those headphones specifically noise-cancelling so that nothing would interrupt your flow. He glances toward his office, then back over to you. He can just…Look, right? He can look over your shoulder from like a desk back, see what the hell you’re working on and make a judgment call. Yeah. Yeah, that’ll do it. Kendall moves carefully, desperately trying not to look at anyone as he walks through the office (though he fails and subsequently gives a quick smile, a mutter of, “Hi,” when he meets the odd person’s eye).

He gets a couple of feet behind you and tips his chin up a touch, eyeing your screen over your shoulder. Email. He’s seeing email. Email opening, email closing, email being archived, so nothing too…Involved, probably.

Kendall can still turn away from this. He can still turn around, and let it go. And then you tip your head forward, your fingers brushing over the band. He can see the reflection of your smile on your laptop screen, and—Yeah, damnit. He’s gonna do this. He’s not letting this go.

You glance up at the vibration of knuckles wrapping against your desk. You glance to them, then up at the person knocking. You do a double-take at the sight of Kendall standing in front of your desk. You grin, sliding your headphones off of your ears.

“Hey!”

“Hi,” Kendall smiles, his eyes dropping to where you’re still grasping your headphones. “You busy? You wanna go grab some coffee?”

“Yeah! Yeah, sure,” You nod, looking down at your laptop. “Just lemme me, um…” You finish off an email and pause your music before you carefully slip your headphones off. You raise your hands to your ears, absently dusting at your ears, though there’s no reason for you to. The pads of your new headphones are pristine, and uncracked. You stand, pulling your jacket on and rounding the desk to join Kendall.

“How’s, uh…How’s your morning going?” He asks. The two of you are pressed pretty close in the crowded waiting area of the Starbucks, waiting for your drinks.

“It’s been pretty nice, actually. Not completely crammed with meetings—and I had a really unexpected gift on my desk this morning.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm! I mean, I had a little, uh…A suspicion when Roman asked me about all of the stuff I listen to.”

“Really.”

“Yeah. How’s yours been?”

“It’s uh, it’s, uh…” Kendall trails off, looking around. “Been kind of a mixed bag.”

“Really?” You shift from foot to foot, fingers accidentally brushing against Kendall's. “What’s going on, everything okay?”

“Things are fine, but I have to,” He clears his throat. “I have to tell you something.”

“Okay,” You nod. Kendall looks like he’s trying to bring something up and hold it back all at once. His lips are pursed into a thin line, his brow furrowed. You tip your head to the side a little, raising your brows. “What’s going on?” You press softly.

“The truth is…” He seems to weigh his words for a moment before he meets your eye. You’re stunned by the way he watches you—with a nervous smile on his lips.

“Those headphones, um…They weren’t from Roman.”

Your chest flutters with nerves and butterflies as it sinks in. “They were from you?”

“Yeah.”

“Why did Roman let me think that they were from him?”

“Because he’s a shithead. I mean he’s my brother, I love him, but he likes to do things that get under my skin.”

“He seems good at it.”

“Oh, he’s an expert,” Kendall chuckles softly. “But I, uh…you know, you work really hard, and you clearly, like, love your headphones, so I just wanted you to have some good ones.”

“Good ones? Kendall, you got me, like, the 24-karat gold of headphones.”

“I mean, yeah. Yeah but you’ve earned them—” He goes quiet as you dart in, curling your arms around him before you can think to stop yourself. You didn’t hesitate like this when you went to hug Roman, but Roman is different. You have a far more casual relationship with Roman. You and Kendall, well. There’s always been this feeling pulling you toward him, but with this revelation and this gift, it’s grown stronger. Kendall’s hands rest hesitantly on your back before he draws you into his chest a bit more. You grin, turning and pressing your face into his shoulder.

The two of you let go as you hear your orders called. You turn, smiling as he passes you yours.

“Thank you,” You smile, and repeat it as he opens the door for you. The two of you take meandering steps back toward the office, keeping close enough for your arms to brush as you go.

“I uh…I actually wanted to ask you something,” Kendall adds.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, I know, uh…I mean, I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. Not the headphones thing, but this other thing—And I don’t want the headphones thing to effect this other thing.”

“Okay.”

The two of you come to a stop at a crosswalk, watching cars zip by as you wait to cross.

“What is it?” You press. Kendall’s gaze sweeps your face before he looks down at his coffee cup.

That guarded gaze is back. “I wanted to know if you’d be interested in grabbing dinner, or a drink sometime. Something, you know.”

Your brows raise, your smile widening as you nod.

“Yes, I would.”

“I mean, it doesn’t have to be a big thing—”

“Right—”

“—But I would like to get to know you better, and I’d really, um—I mean it when I said that I don’t want the headphones to uh, to influence—”

Kendall goes quiet as you lean in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He blinks at you in surprise, and you grin as you draw away.

“I’m up for dinner, or drinks, or…Whatever,” You insist.

“This is going to sound cliché and stupid, but are you busy this Valentine’s?”

“I am not…On one condition.”

“Okay, yeah. What is it?”

“We don’t go to that Valentine’s dinner….Thing that Tom’s doing.”

Kendall smiles widely, shaking his head. “I would never put you through that, trust me.”

“Okay,” You laugh, “Then yes, let’s um…Yeah. Let’s.”

Kendall doesn’t walk you back to your desk—he’s got his own meeting to get to. But you feel him watching you as you settle down at your desk, unlocking your laptop and picking your headphones up. You glance up his gaze, smiling and winking as he catches your gaze. You bite back a giggle as he grins and turns hurriedly, nearly walking into a wall as he goes. You dip your head, pressing play and forcing yourself to refocus on your work.

#Kendall Roy x Reader #Kendall Roy x You #Kendall Roy/Reader #Kendall Roy/You #Kendall Roy fic #Kendall Roy imagine #I Can Take a Beating (Like a Good Pair of Headphones)

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gwilymz · 2 years

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i wanna be your mantra--kendall roy x reader

heyy here i am with my kendall x reader oneshot as promised... i hope at least someone enjoys xoxo thank you!

pairing: kendall roy x reader

synopsis: you are kendall’s assistant, but your dynamic is unconventional, and toeing the line of toxic. so, when he interrupts your night to ask a favor of you, it’s hard to say no, and neither of you expect it to end with him on top of you in the back of the company limo.

p.s. based on this ask, so thank you for the inspo!

word count: 5.8k (sry)

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, semi-public sex (?), dirty talk, praise/degradation kink, oral (F receiving), etc. etc.

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Your and Kendall's relationship could be explained in three words: complicated, tense, obsessive.

You worked for him--under him, technically. But not literally. Unfortunately. The job was exhausting: late nights in the city without the fun, lavish dinners paid for by exploitation, and fueled by passive aggression. For the Roy's, relationships were strictly transactional, and you had grown to suppress your sensitivities around them. You had become good at the facade; the veneer that you were confident, and that nothing, no matter how vile and vicious, could ever make you cry. And, after a couple of years, you had surprisingly never cried in front of the Roys: that was saved for corners, the bathroom, anywhere they couldn’t find your vulnerability.

But, after working for Kendall for almost two and a half years, it was inevitable that the shiny copper exterior of your personalities would erode, to show the more aged complexion of who you were, a rusty mint that wasn’t quite ugly, but instead just real, genuine.

There had been a dozen or so nights when the professionalism of your relationship with Kendall had been challenged. Especially when Kendall was deep in the throes of his substance abuse, there were months when it seemed like every night Kendall would tell you to come over, that he needed someone--anybody--to be with him.

And, it would’ve been easy to oblige, to leave the house in lip gloss and not realize the symbolism behind your applying it. But you always said no, mostly because him saying he would be willing to invite anyone over made it seem like you weren’t the antidote, but just a temporary distraction, somebody who just probably had nothing better to do.

And sometimes, work was odd with him. He had never outright flirted with you, but the air would change when you would casually mention a date to him; he would roll his eyes and bite his lip so hard it turned a stark white, different from the warm pink you were so used to looking at. So keen on looking at.

And sometimes you did the same. If Roman or Shiv or anyone joked about a past--or current--hookup of Kendall’s, you would become bitchy, short, immeasurably immature. It was completely unprofessional to give your boss the cold shoulder, but that was the relationship you had. It was inexplicably unconventional, full of a tension that made others avoid entering a room when its cloud would loom over, daunting and unpredictable.

Kendall often thought about how much you fucking annoyed him, too. He told it to everyone and anyone who would listen, but most of the time, he told it to you, explicitly, without care for your feelings. Maybe he should have felt bad, guilty–but something deep within him loved it. Loved the power he had over you, how sometimes your big eyes would look into his, brows furrowed with bewilderment, holding your tongue because you knew Kendall didn’t really particularly enjoy being interrupted.

“Y/N, what the fuck is your problem?” Kendall slammed the door of his office, holding his phone flush to his ear, his free arm leaned against the wall. “I told you to tell Johnston we can wait on the meeting, not to fucking tell him it's off--I swear to God if this--,”

You rushed to get a word in, interrupting him. “Listen, I did tell him that--”

“Don’t fucking interrupt me. I’m not finished.”

“Okay, my bad.” You backtracked. You were on your way to the office, a tray of cappuccinos in hand, balancing them as you pressed the button to the elevator.

“I need you to figure this out. I’m not fucking dealing with this. If this deal with him is out, I never want to fucking see you again.”

Kendall been vicious like this a lot--he had pushed papers off desks, slammed doors, even smashed a laptop or two, but his words always hurt the most. Sharp and venomous, they pierced you, pushing their poison into your veins, making it so hard to forget their presence--they would literally pump through you, repeating themselves, a mantra of your shortcomings.

The tears came without your permission--usually you could choke them back, attribute them to something else, or feign your way to freedom, but it was difficult, as you reached Kendall’s office, to get away with any of these tactics.

You left one of the coffees on his desk, opting to call Johnston--the owner of a small social-media start up--to fix your mistake. As you dialed, slowly closing the cold glass door of Kendall’s office, he gestured for you to hang up.

“No, don’t call,” he shook his head, taking a sip from the to-go cup. It was tiny in his hand; you could see his veins pulsing, a tell-tale sign he was upset, riddled with stress.

“You just told me--”

“I know I did.” He interrupted. “I figured if I want this done right, I should probably do it myself.”

Again, with the words--they always hurt. You didn’t know where the gall came from. “Picking up quotes, are we?”

“Excuse me?” He questioned, leaning against his desk.

“I’m just sure you hear that a lot, after all your fucks, you know.”

The silence hung in the air, ballooning with unspoken expletives, insults, the incessant odor of years’ old sexual tension.

He motioned for you to come over to him, pulling his suit jacket off and throwing it across his chair. When you were close enough, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you, so he could whisper into your ear.

“Don’t fucking talk to me like that. Are we clear?” He dropped your wrist. “Look at me. Are we fucking clear?”

You nodded. “Yes, I’m sorry.”

Kendall tilted your chin up, looking into your eyes firmly, with a dominance that made your knees feel weak and your throat dry with a germinating anxiety. “Why don’t you take the day off? We obviously aren’t seeing eye to eye today. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You furrowed your brows, confused. A day off and Kendall weren’t words that meshed together. “But–”

“No.” He was firm, ushering you out of the door. “I’ll fucking see you tomorrow. A day won’t kill you. We don’t even like each other. Obviously.”

And then the door was shut, the wind pushing your hair back with a malicious force. He was punishing you; he knew you were a workaholic–that’s why he hired you. Even the salary didn’t keep people around for long; Kendall was intense, problematic, a true Roy in every sense of its connotation. But you were clever, a perfectionist, and addicted to the one thing that didn’t come by all too often: being praised by Kendall.

The feeling of his unbridled appreciation–a laugh at your jokes, a term of ownership, the subtle she works for me–was euphoric. And their scarcity was what made them so coveted to you, a reward more valuable than your biweekly check.

You left, annoyed. Tired of matching quality with quantity and never receiving more than a “Alright, I need you to do this now.” You were spreading yourself exceptionally thin, so thin that your feelings had become transparent and incompatible with the opaque front of your usual robotic, emotionless facade.

Maybe the day off wasn’t a bad idea, and maybe you needed a drink, and maybe you needed someone to take your mind off of how fucking annoying your boss was.

So there you were, hours later, in a taut green dress and black heels across from a friend of your friend’s boyfriend. You feigned interest in his job, laughed a little too hard at his jokes, and looked to him for affection–any kind of fleeting admiration, just a tinge of longing. Even if it expired the next morning and grew sour and curdled, you were desperate, searching for his placeholder. But you didn’t want to admit to yourself just who you were referring to. So you didn’t. You pretended like Kendall didn’t bother you–until he literally bothered you again.

“I thought I said we would see each other tomorrow,” Kendall placed his hands on your shoulders, making steady eye contact with your date. You couldn’t see him, but you knew his look was lethal; as easily as his eyes could reflect deject and sorrow, they could also emanate a concentrated hatred that had to have taken decades of practice–or mirroring his father. You felt the grip on the back of your chair tighten. “It’s only been a few hours.”

You turned around, setting your drink down as quietly as possible–as if the consistent pumping of a generic, bassy tempo wouldn’t already drown its subtle clink. Looking up at him through your eyelashes, you raised your eyebrows. “So you’re following me now?”

“Following, no. I thought you wouldn’t be here, you know, uh, since you always have a fuckin’ stick up your ass.”

Your date butted in, thoroughly confused. “Uh, who is this?”

“My boss.” You answered, nonchalantly. As if that wouldn’t raise more questions, such as why his hands had migrated to your shoulders, and why your legs visibly squeezed together at initial contact, an involuntary reflex.

“Speaking of,” Kendall moved both of his hands to one shoulder, squeezing tighter. “We should talk about Johnston. I, uh, changed my mind about a few things.”

“Can it not wait until tomorrow?” You quipped through gritted teeth.

“It can’t.” He gave your date–if you could even call it that–a tight-lipped smile. “Come on, now.” His hands pressed down on your shoulders harder; it felt like all the strength you had left had been channeled into him. You were weak around him, unable to stand up without having pathetically wobbly knees that you attributed to your heels.

Once you had stood up, Kendall’s hand was on your lower back, leading you to a back corner. It was dark; the soft, ambient lighting of the rest of the bar had stopped sharply, leaving you and Kendall obscured, the only source of sight the periodic opening and closing of the nearby bathroom door.

“How did you know I was here?” You asked, throwing his hand away from you. Your eyebrow twitched, angry at how the only consistent thing about Kendall was the sheer power he had over you to make you do whatever the fuck he wanted.

“I didn’t.” Kendall deadpanned. Even in the dark, it was obvious he was looking at your physique in the dress you had worn, an olive green silk slip that hugged your torso. Slightly promiscuous, but classy, elegant.

“Bullshit.”

Kendall pulled you closer as the door to the bathroom swung open. You looked like a bickering couple, and that made your heart palpitate, a shallow longing piercing the skin of your chest. “Fine, Greg told me.”

“How the fuck does Greg know where I am?” You knit your brows together, confused.

Kendall squeezed your shoulder, one of his rare, toothy grins emerging through the beacon of light from the cracked door next to him. “You fuckin’ recommended this place to him or something. I thought you there was a slim chance you might be here if you weren’t home.”

“And you knew I wasn’t home?”

“You didn’t answer your phone. Usually means you’re at work or out somewhere. I don’t fuckin’ know. Shot in the dark.” Kendall took a deep breath, his eyes following a waitress taking a few flutes of bronze champagne to a table across the room. “Listen, I actually do need something of you. And I’m actually going to get on my knees and fucking beg you.”

Kendall actually began to drop, until you intercepted, pulling him up by his elbow. “Jesus Christ,” You whispered. “What do you need? I’m off the clock right now.”

“That’s why I’m begging.”

“Okay, just spit it out.”

He sighed deeply, pulling the collar of his crisp shirt away from his neck. “There’s the gala tonight–”

“No.” You shrugged. “Absolutely fucking not.”

“I haven’t finished.” He paused. “What’s wrong with a gala?”

“It’s not a gala. It’s a Waystar gala full of fucking Roys.”

Kendall rolled his eyes. “You work for a Roy, I’d watch it.”

“Just–” You rubbed your temples. “Continue.”

“Wow, fuckin’ thank you.” He said facetiously. “There’s the gala tonight, I had a date. I cancelled on her. Called Johnston, and he said that the deal is back on, but he wants to come tonight. To, uh, see the Waystar spirit or some shit?”

You stared at him blankly. “There is no spirit. People who come in with spirit leave with an alarming deficit of fucking spirit.”

Kendall pressed his hands together. “Okay, this is when I literally start begging. I’m going to get on my fucking knees and plead. I’ll, uh, fucking buy you whatever you want.”

Your cheeks flushed; it felt like you were high or drunk or something beyond that. For once, you had the upper hand on Kendall; you held the golden, winning card.

“Please.” Kendall reiterated. A flash of something—vulnerability, guilt—flashed over his features. But it dissipated as quickly as it had appeared.

You thought about it. It wasn’t like the date with the man-whose-name-you-would-never-quite-remember was going well; that within itself proved it. But Kendall’s entitlement, the waltz he always did where he would step into a situation and flip it to favor whatever the fuck he wanted—fucking annoyed you.

“I don’t understand this. You.” You shrugged, opting for a non-answer.

Kendall mirrored your shrug. “What’s there to understand.” He worded it like a statement, like nothing he did ever deserved the hanging of the unknown, the hesitant stamp of a question mark.

“I’m busy. I’m here doing something.” The cocktail you had downed before “running into” Kendall had boosted your confidence, and a newfound lust for this strange feeling to persist settled deep in your belly, an autumn leaf swaying onto the newly dead winter grass. “Why does it fucking matter if I’m there?”

Kendall weaved his fingers together. “I think it would be good for the deal if you came with me. As my date. Just as a business thing. Purely Business. Keep the gala open to everyone, show him it's tight-knit, it's friendly–it’s not just the Roys coming to keep their name on the inheritance check.”

You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest. It was cold; a metallic draft of air pinched your exposed skin. “Okay. Not a bad idea. But I work there. It’s gonna seem like everyone was forced.”

“Just–” He began. “It’s low stakes. Just come with me, you can get tipsy on free champagne, ride home in a limo.”

“You’re acting like I even have a choice to decline.”

Kendall checked his watch, leaning into you. “You can decline. But I wouldn’t, if I were you.”

“Fear mongering. That’s cute.” You linked your arm in his. “I’ll go. But not because of that.”

“Atta girl.”

—--

The gala was at 9; it was nearing then, but Kendall had ducked you into the limo, insisting you looked perfect for the occasion. You tried not to let those words ring like a mantra; the inside of your head was radio silence after the elusive compliment–no matter how trivial it was to Kendall at the moment. It almost felt like you were actually his date.

As the doors to the limo shut, it was just you and Kendall in the back, engulfed in a silence that was tactile, sticky with tension and apprehension about the gala, the deal, if this was actually about what Kendall said it was.

It was cold outside, and you sat next to each other in the prim limousine, legs flush against his as the limo winded through the twisted back roads, out of the sleepless swarm of the city and into the lazy nook of the suburbs, where willow trees swayed instead of the hands of passersby, yearning for a taxi.

Kendall shifted, not uncomfortable, but perhaps a little bit; he felt odd at how much he fucking burned for you. You looked amazing in the dress. In his mind was you, in that dress on repeat–a silent reel fueled by a lust so obsessive it could only belong to a bereft Kendall Roy. He leaned his head back on the hot leather seat, thinking about how the curve of your hips looked in the taut silk of your dress, your cleavage when you bent over, your ass.

You turned to him, desperate to fill the heavy silence with something. “Should we prepare? Like what we’re going to say to Johnston about the deal?”

Kendall snapped out of his haze, a fuzzy head high that could only be brought on by you. “Oh, um, I was just thinking we would focus more on the moment. I’m not too worried.”

You leaned forward. Kendall’s eyes flitted away from your cleavage. “Kendall, focusing on the moment?”

“Happens every once in a while, usually when I’m–”

“On a coke binge?” You regretted saying it, but Kendall giggled, surprisingly.

“You’re not wrong.” Your necklace dangled as you leaned into him due to the turning of the limo into a cobblestone driveway.

The bubble of intimacy of the backseat–your bodies pushed together from the cold and unspoken yearning–was popped as the driver opened the back door, letting you and Kendall out. You felt awkward, completely unsure of what to do. You had been to one other Waystar Gala and had promised yourself you would never go to another one for as long as you lived. They were usually chock-full of drama, and every attendee without the shiny Roy name tag was usually a pawn in some dirty Royco scam of theirs. But Kendall in a suit and those hazel eyes–you couldn’t say no even if you fucking wanted to.

You walked towards the venue, a huge country club near the Hamptons, far away from the chaotic, capitalist jungle of Manhattan. Here, it was quiet; you could only hear the faint clink of glasses, feigned laughter, the clicking of overpriced dress shoes against wooden floors.

Kendall was assured in his movements, much more than you were. He strode up to meet your pace, pulling you in by your waist. “You’re freezing, Y/N.” His fingertips grazed your shoulder blade, pricked with goosebumps. “Do you want my jacket?”

You shook your head. “No, no.” You answered. “We’ll be inside in a second.”

This new Kendall–you didn’t know how to feel about him. You had never really seen him before; you were used to the pulsing vein in his neck, a patronizing tone, pacing back and forth and the unmistakably stressful go, go, go attitude that always possessed him. Here, he was calm, soft-spoken, charming, chivalrous.

Weirdly, you missed the Kendall that was rude and entitled, the one who would fuck you over in a second if that meant he got what he wanted.

“You nervous?” Kendall replied. The wooden door opened, a rush of energy seething into your bloodstream, amalgamating with the hours-old alcohol. He could feel the tenseness in your muscles. Whether that was a side effect from his touch, or the looming torture of what the gala would bring–you were unsure.

“A little.” You admitted.

Kendall tapped on his coat pocket. “We could take the edge off.”

You shook your head. “No, Kendall. I’m not–”

“Fucking relax,” Kendall dug in the pocket, pulling out a heavy lighter. “It’s a joint.”

You rolled your eyes, looking around. The coast was clear; Logan and Marcia were talking to Roman and Shiv, not worried about Kendall’s perceived absence. Something you had gleaned about the family dynamic was that due to Kendall’s erratic past, it was more of a silent wish than an expectation that he showed up to most things.

“Fine.” You responded. “I’m only taking a couple hits.”

Kendall shook his head. “No. We’re smoking the whole thing. Halfsies.”

Smoking on the back balcony was a dream. The white smoke haloed around the two of you, tendrils of pungent air pulling the two of you together. You hadn’t spoken much since the ceremonial lighting of the joint, but you didn’t feel like you needed to. It could just be you and him and the ashen remains of marijuana, and it felt okay, peaceful. The problem between you two always just seemed to coincide with work. And talking. And your control issues.

“I have to admit something to you.” Kendall tapped the bud of the joint against the railing of the balcony. “Johnston isn’t here.”

You leaned forward, against the railing, plucking the remains of the joint from Kendall’s grasp. “What are you talking about?”

“He broke the deal off. He said we were ‘fucking suffocating to be around’.”

“What?” You asked, in shock. “Then why am I here?”

Kendall shoved his hands in his pockets, annoyed. “Like it’s so fucking bad.”

“I was on a date, Kendall. And you come in and act like I have an obligation to fucking come here, and then it was a lie, and I’m the bitch for being mad?” You crossed your arms over your chest, and Kendall pinched himself, a deterrent to not look at your breasts.

“Fuck off,” He said. “That wasn’t a date, that dude was an asshole.”

“From the 20 seconds you were near him?”

Kendall shrugged. “He’s a finance guy in Manhattan; pick your poison, do you want gonorrhea or a prenup first?”

“What?” You were delirious from the cold, the weed, his lies.

“He’s sleazy.”

“Why do you fucking care? Why am I here? You had a date–”

“Yes, I had a date, and then I cancelled on her because I would have rather you came. And you did come. And now you’re fucking yelling at me.”

You softened your voice, inhaling deeply. “What was wrong with the other date?”

“Nothing–I don’t know.”

You raised your eyebrows, a silent Okay, and?

“I just feel like–”

You interrupted. “You know what? I feel like this arrangement isn’t really working.”

“What arrangement?”

“Me and you. Working together. I mean, you take me to this gala under false pretenses when in reality I’m just your arm candy slash employee, and it feels like we’re toddlers shoved into those We’re gonna get along shirts. I just don’t understand this. I don’t understand you.”

Kendall swallowed. “Are you quitting?”

Your voice felt inverted, small. “I don’t know.” The bluntness of Kendall’s question confused you; the lack of nuance made it seem like he didn’t care, like it was good riddance to you. Maybe he wanted another assistant, one who gave him what he wanted regardless of her personal qualms, one who said “yes sir,” or “no sir,” and batted her eyelashes and was submissive to his incessant necessity for power.

Kendall took another drag from the joint; it was ashen, deteriorating in his grasp. It felt symbolic. “You shouldn’t quit. I think you should stay at Waystar. With me.”

“With you. That’s an interesting way to word it.” You quipped.

“I agree.” Kendall stepped closer to you, the heels of his leather shoes clacking against the ground. “Do you know how many times my dad or Shiv or Tom–and Roman especially– have told me to get rid of you?”

You were taken aback, hurt. “Wh-what?”

“Not because they don’t like you,” Kendall began. He leaned against the balcony, looking down at the limo parked in the middle of the cobblestone driveway. The license plate glimmered against the sliver of the moon, hanging in the sky like a pendant. “It’s because they see that I’m weaker when I’m around you. I’m fucking erratic and I act nineteen.”

You looked at his profile, but he averted eye contact.

“Like, I’m an asshole to you, but you don’t just take it and I like that. But you also have this fucking hold over me that I can’t explain.”

“Can you try to explain?”

Kendall chuckled. “I mean, like, when I saw you on that date. Pure coincidence that you were there, by the way; I was going to meet my date to this thing there. But then I saw you and I kind of just ghosted her.”

You joined him at the balcony, looking below. Another limousine had pulled up; a group of older businessmen and their wives in high neck silk dresses flooded out. “Oh,” was all you could muster.

“And I felt this deep anger when I saw you with that guy,” Kendall turned to you. “I was jealous and fucking protective.”

“Jealous?” The limo driver turned the engine off, leaving the keys on the front seat. As if blinking tiredly, the headlights fizzled out, and the driveway was empty, serene.

“Yes, I’m so fucking jealous.”

You looked at him, and finally, he turned to you. The silence allowed you to hear each other’s pulses thumping with the anticipation of the lust you both shared; it was ripened, sweet to the point of almost being rotten.

Breaking the silence, Kendall had an idea. “Let’s go for a ride.”

Kendall pulled your hand into his, and then you were running down the spiral staircase, past the other guests who wanted to speak with the fleeting Roy who was breathless, high, and for once, didn’t fucking care about Waystar, or meetings or finances.

He ran to the limo, catching his breath as he reached the one with the keys still perched on the driver’s seat. “Let’s hope they’re not locked in.”

“Ken, where are we going?” You smiled, dizzy from the change of pace, how he gleamed around you.

“Wherever the fuck you want.”

And then you were in the front seat. The heat was on and so was the engine, but Kendall sat, faced forward. A look of determination was etched into his face.

“What?” You asked.

Kendall spoke up. “I have to tell you–you look fucking perfect in that dress.” His hand held the back of your head and your heart leapt; it felt like it had jumped to the other side of your chest.

You didn’t know what to do; there were only two choices, what a shitty choose-your-own-adventure. But it was always important to go with your gut, even if it was spoiled by butterflies and the most overgrown lust you had ever had for anyone in your fucking life.

You closed the gap, pulling him in by his tie as his hands found your waist, pulling you on top of him. The horn honked, and Kendall smiled against you as he palmed your ass, his tongue swiping across your teeth. You opened your mouth, moaning into him.

“I fucking need you.” He said. “I fucking hate how much I need you.” He slid your core against his clothed cock, his head falling back at the feeling of the friction.

And then you were in the backseat, and he was on top of you. He pulled your heels off as you undid his tie. Kendall pushed your wrists together and held them above your head as he kissed your neck, pulling the straps of your dress down with his teeth.

“Kendall,” You moaned, arching into him. The moment was heated, of course, but also tinged with anger, a vicious hatred of how fucked up your dynamic was and how you were just about to fuck it up some more.

His mouth latched to your nipple as he palmed your other breast, letting go of your wrists, your hands quickly finding his head. You ground your hips against his, desperate for him. Any of him. You were soaked; you had been since he took that first drag of the joint, and you despised how easy you were for him, how willing. One cheap compliment and here you were, aching for him, his clothed cock nestled between your legs. It belonged there, and you knew it.

Kendall groaned into you as a trail of wet kisses led him back to your awaiting mouth. They were kisses that broke the rubber band of years worth of tension, of pent-up hatred that had metamorphized into something possibly akin to love.

He hiked your dress up around your waist, and pushed his hand against your cunt. You were shaking for him, wet and needy.

“Is this okay?” He asked. His thumb rubbed lazy circles on your clit, and you moaned out, bucking into his touch. Of course it was.

“Yes, fuck, Kendall.” You were flustered, so frustrated at how much you had to have him, at how you were letting him–your boss–take you at a company gala in the fucking company limo. “Why are you such a fucking asshole?” You hissed as he took his fingers away, yanking your thong down and putting your legs over his shoulder as he licked a thick stripe over your folds. He kissed your outer lips, so soft with his ministrations that it made you want to rip his hair out.

He moaned at your taste, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your thighs until his tongue lapped hungrily around your clit, two fingers pushing their way into your cunt. You were soaked for him; you thanked god that the seats were leather.

Kendall was messy yet precise; his hands gripped your thighs so hard he could feel your pulse. Your hands found his head, and you ground against his tongue as he ate you, starved.

He came up for air, still pumping his fingers into you. “Oh, I’m a fucking asshole?” He grabbed your jaw. “Always teasing me. Always fucking talking back.”

You whimpered when his fingers stopped pumping, begging for more with your eyes, with the rolling of your hips against him.

“See how it feels?” He pulled his fingers out completely. “Open your mouth for me. No fucking backtalk.”

You nodded, obliging. Kendall was bent over you, your legs around his waist. One of his hands was braced against the seat, the other holding your face in place, forcing you to look at him. His thumb pulled at your bottom lip as he spit into your mouth, urging you to swallow.

“Fuck.” He said. Looking down at you, your hair sprawled out on the seat, cheeks flushed and lips red and raw–he realized what he hated about you was that he fucking loved you, and everyone saw it but you. “Do you know how much I’ve thought about fucking you?”

“I have too. All the time.” You said, flustered. “Kendall, please.”

“Please, what?” He was cocky again.

“Fuck me.” You reached for his belt, and Kendall pressed the lock button on the door. The windows were fogged with steam, your silhouettes obscured by the tinted windows.

You could hear chatter moving closer to the driveway; the gala was probably ending soon.

Kendall shoved your hands away and unbuckled his belt, shimmying out of his neatly pressed pants as you unbuttoned his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. He tasted like you, like your sweat, your cunt.

“Fuck me, what?” Kendall teased.

“Fuck me, please,” You writhed in his touch as he lined himself up with your entrance. You wanted him and you wanted him raw.

He rubbed the head of his cock against your clit, intent on teasing you, even if it made him ache in the process. Some things never changed. “God, your pussy is so wet.”

You pulled him closer with your legs, and he pushed into you, all at once. He hissed as he bottomed out, emitting a deep groan from the bottom of his throat.

“Fuck you,” He said. “Your cunt’s better than I ever fuckin’ imagined.”

You moaned, urging him to fuck you, to do something. “I’m wet,” You began. “All for you.”

“Yes,” He thrusted. “All for me.”

And then he was pounding into you, holding you to his chest. The sounds were obscene, slapping and wet and filthy, but you didn’t care about the gala outside or the fact that the boss you hated yet loved was fucking you. Deeply.

He hit that spot in you that made you scream, rolling his hips as he kissed you with an animalistic fervor.

“You better shut up,” He whispered in your ear. “Or they’re all gonna know what a fucking slut you’re being for your boss.”

Kendall pushed your legs back, hitting that deep spot that made you shake and squeeze around his cock. As your mouth opened, Kendall latched his hand over it, bending down to talk in your ear.

“Feels so fucking good.” He purred. “Fucking you raw.”

You heard the click of footsteps upon the uneven driveway, the polite farewells exchanged by the gala’s guests.

Kendall went even faster, his cock twitching at how overwhelmed you were, clawing at him, moaning into his neck, begging for more.

He felt himself getting close, the high from the joint intensifying his sensations tenfold.

“I’m gonna cum,” He moaned into your ear, his hands grabbing your tits, your ass–any part of you that he could.

He was about to pull out, but you locked your ankles around his waist, keeping him there, with you.

“Cum in me, I want your cum.” You arched into him.

That’s all it took for his orgasm to spill over, his hips jerking as his cum spurted in hot ropes inside you.

“Take my fucking cum. Be a good girl for once.” He cried.

His thumb rubbed against your clit, using your wetness and his as sufficient lubricant. You were already close, and his cock was still in you, semi-hard and twitching.

“Cum around my cock, sweet girl.” He whispered.

The voices were closer, and it felt harder to let go, until Kendall’s thumb pressed harder against you, his hips moving lazily against you.

His voice was softer now, nicer. “I want you to cum. I want to feel you.”

A few more slow thrusts and him playing with your aching clit was all it took for you to let go, your back bowing as you moaned his name so loud he had to press his hand against your mouth to shut you up.

Your moans were muffled, your legs shaking as Kendall finally pulled out, working you through your high.

“You’re so pretty, it pisses me off.” He grabbed your cheeks and kissed you, biting your lip, grabbing at your exposed ass. You could still feel his cum in you.

Your chest was heaving, and Kendall pulled your dress back up, adjusting your straps and smoothing your hair down with a delicate care you had never seen in him before.

“Are we ever gonna talk about this again?” You asked, putting his tie back on.

Kendall’s heart fluttered at the gesture, but wept at the question. “I think it would be impossible not to, Y/N.” After thinking for a second, he added, “Sex that good doesn’t just happen. It’s made.”

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Blurred Lines pt 1 (Kendall Roy x f!reader ~ 18+)

Explicit ~ Minors DNI

Characters: Kendall Roy x female reader

Summary: you work with Kendall and he has an active fantasy about how your first time together will go

WC: 950

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, masturbation, voyeurism if you squint maybe

A/N: I don't even know where this came idea came from 🤣. There's just not enough Kendall smut. Basically, the whole thing takes place in his head.

Part 2 here

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When Kendall Roy wanted something, nine times out of ten he got it. What you didn’t know, what no one knew, was that what he wanted right now, what he desired more than anything, was you.

He had first noticed you a few months ago. You were a new hire at Waystar Royco, you had to be, he thought. Otherwise, he would have known about you. You were impossible to ignore. You commanded the room, even without speaking. People wanted to just be near you, to be in your orbit.

He watched you for a while, observing you from the safety of his office. It wasn’t just your body he admired, although he did definitely like that - the way your skirts clung to all your curves and your blouses always had the top button undone, showing just a small hint of what was underneath. No, he also appreciated the little things about you that everyone else seemed to take for granted - the way you bit your bottom lip when you were really concentrating, the lilting laugh you had when someone told a joke, the way you held your head down and did your job but were also not afraid to stand up to the boys club you were surrounded with.

You had spoken a few times, brief pleasantries or details for upcoming meetings, but not much more. He was technically your boss, and he was trying to control himself.

Inevitably though, you became almost an obsession for him. Consuming his every thought, he found himself falling behind at work, completely unable to concentrate. Looking for hidden meaning in every smile you directed his way, he felt like a teenager with a crush. His only relief came when he was home alone at night, with just his mind and his hand.

He had an entire scenario of how it would finally happen running through his head night after night: you would finally notice him, really notice him at work. Maybe after yet another long, boring presentation you both had suffered through. He would take you by the hand and lead you back to his office. Words wouldn’t be necessary. He would kiss you slowly, finally acting on all of the impulses he had held at bay for so long.

Unzipping his pants, he began stroking himself, already hard just thinking about it.

You would respond to him hungrily, obviously feeling the same way about him. The kiss would deepen, all tongues and teeth and lust. You would moan his name and it would be the sweetest sound he had ever heard. His fingertips would ghost over the hem of your dress, then slowly move up the inside of your thighs, barely touching you, the promise of what was coming making you more wet than you had been in a very long time.

Once his hand did reach your now-aching center, he would push aside your soaked panties and run his fingers through your slippery opening. He would have you backed against the wall for support, otherwise you might be on the floor from the feeling of his fingers curling inside you, repeatedly hitting all the right places. Taking his time, he would relish the look of absolute rapture on your face, knowing he was the cause of it. The noises you made would make him hard instantly.

He would take off your dress and unhook your bra, his mouth finding your hardened nipples. You would arch your back, begging for relief. “Ken….Kendall…” you would gasp as he quickly undid his zipper. Wrapping your legs around him, in mere seconds he would be inside you, where he had wanted to be for so long. Buried to the hilt, he would fit perfectly, like you were made for each other. Who knew, maybe you were. Each perfectly paced thrust of his hips would bring you closer to the edge.

He would then carry you over to his desk, pushing everything off into the floor and sitting you on top. Entering you again, the change in angle would have you groaning, pushing your hips hard against him, not able to get enough of him.

He put a hand against the wall and kept stroking himself, all these thoughts running through his head making his dick throb and pulse with need.

He would move a hand down to circle your clit, making your legs shake, working your body closer to climax. When it did overtake you, you would rake your nails down his chest, digging in and leaving behind crescent moons that he would wear proudly, loving the thought or being marked as yours.

Your name and a string of curses would fall from his lips as he came inside you. Afterward, he would hold you on the couch in his office, kissing your forehead and making sure you were okay, hoping this was just the first of endless encounters between you.

He wanted to make you feel like he was the only man in the world, all you would ever need. The feeling of being inside you would be like heaven on earth. Even though he was a man who could afford to have anything he wanted, all he really wanted was for you to stay by his side, maybe forever.

As this fantasy played itself out in his head, Kendall felt himself letting go, spilling his seed all over the Italian marble floor. He had to find a way to make this a reality. He couldn’t keep this up; he was driving himself crazy. How hard could it really be?

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kendallroydefender · 10 months

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Somewhere only we know - Chapter 1 (Kendall Roy x reader)

I was seven and you were nine looked at you like the stars that shine In the sky, the pretty lights And our daddies used to joke about the two of us growing up and falling in love

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Series summary: You met Kendall when you were six years old. You have spent every summer together and now years later you and him are still just as close.

This story follows Kendall and his best friend through their lives. Will they realize their feelings for each other before it’s too late?

Chapter 1: Split in to halves the first part is you and Kendall at sixteen, 10 years after you had met spending a summer together. The second half of this chapter focuses on the time you’re 18 and about to go to college.

This chapter is mainly fluff - some mentions of Logan being abusive but not much else. I really hope you enjoy this series!!

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It all started when your family bought a new summer house in the hamptons. You were 6 years old and were a little sad to leave the old summer house behind. But your parents really wanted a bigger one for the summers so you had to follow. The first day your parents took you to the neighbors. A couple a little older than your parents with 3 children. A boy that was in his teenage years, a toddler and a boy your age.

That was the first time you’ve met Kendall Roy. Nobody would have known that this fateful afternoon would turn into a lifelong friendship. From that day on every summer of you an Kendall was spend together. Playing together when you were children, hanging around the two big houses when you were teenagers. Going to summer parties of other rich families, swimming in pools or the sea or meeting in the little garden shed you had discovered. It was in the back of your garden, the end that was connected with the Roy estate. It was abandoned years ago, when your father had decided to just hire a company to do the gardening instead of having a gardener. The former staff had taken their tools with them so the small house was mostly empty except from some old outdoor garniture, chairs, a sun lounger, a table, stuff like that. Kendall and you had quickly made this into your space. It was somewhere the two of you could go whenever you wanted to escape the other people. One summer when you were about 13 you even got a hammock for this place. Only your parents where aware that you two were hanging out around there since you had to convince them not to tear it down. You also refused to let your mom hire someone to turn this place into a hip little hang out spot. It was your and Kendalls and it was perfect the way it is.

Now at sixteen and the first day of summer you got out of the car into the car and into the house. After rummaging a little in your room, you go down into the room where your mother was.

"Mom is it okay if I’m going over to the Roy’s before dinner?“ you ask and she looks at you with a knowing smirk. "To see your little boyfriend?“ she says back "How often do I have to tell you we’re not a couple.“ you mumble as you walk out of the house. "Dinners at 7 be on time- oh and bring Kendall if you want.“ she yells after you. Your father is the CEO of an airline and your mother is a former model. They had wanted a child for years until your mother got pregnant and you were on the way. Your family is very loving even though your father was quite busy.

With quick steps you walk over to the big white house. Ringing the doorbell you wait until you hear commotion inside.

A woman off the staff opens the door and after you ask if she could get Kendall she walks down the corridor again. A few moments later you see a dark haired boy hurry down the floor. Kendall. He grins at you. "Hey.“ you hug him "Hi Kenny, god I missed you.“

Despite both living in New York you rarely see each other in the city. From that moment on the summer started for you. There is no summer without Kendall. Never in the ten years you two had know each other was there a summer spend without the other. Summer and the dark haired boy were deeply intertwined in your mind. Sure you had seen each other on Christmas dinners at the Roy families city space and there was a New Year’s Eve spend together and once even a easter party, but summers were reserved for only the two of you.

You go to a fair with all the Roy kids one day this summer. Kendall been wary about this plan but you assured him it would be fun. Connor drives all of you in his car. He had come to visit for a few weeks. Since the two of you were sixteen he let you go off on your own on the fair while he stays with Shiv and Roman. You like Connor, he was kind to his siblings and sometimes even acted more like a Dad towards them than Logan does. Hell, you could’ve never imagined Logan Roy taking you to a fair, to the cinema or to the beach. You knew Roman likes to go fly fishing with his eldest brother in the summer. Connor also always asks to include you in his plans. He is like a cousin to you. It ended up being a great day. You and Kendall had gone to some of the rides and had a match in can throwing, where Kendall beat you and gave you the prize he’d won, a stuffed elephant. Connor brought you some food from the stands and drove you all home in the evening.

One day you go over to hang out with Kendall when you find a child sitting on the front steps. Roman. He is avoiding your gaze as you come closer. You can feel something is wrong. You approach the young boy carefully, how you would a deer in the woods. ”Hey Rome.“ You say softly. The boy curls more into himself. You sit down next to him, you don’t want to ask what had happened because you don’t know if you want to know but also because you don’t want this Kid to relive it by telling you. So you sit in silence for a few minutes before you ask ”You wanna play something?“ He is still not looking at you but comes out of his shell a little. He looks at you curiously for a moment, when you meet his eyes he looks away. His head doesn’t turn fast enough for you to not see the red mark on his cheek. Your heart starts to hurts at this. You always had wondered if Logan had used physical violence against his children but you had pushed the thought away, not wanting to believe it. You grew up with so much love that the thought of a parent hitting his child was something you thought of as evil. Roman was always a sweet child to you, yes he could be a little cheeky but what child wasn’t. You had once heard Logan compare him to a ”weak dog.“ and even though he made it sound like a joke you had seen the way Roman had flinched. Since then you had always try to be kind to him.

Kendall hears someone laugh outside of his window. He instantly recognizes that its you who’s giggling. He gets up to look outside to see you run around with his younger brother on the lawn. He’s confused for a moment but you look happy and even weirder his brother is laughing too. It looks like you’re having fun. Kendall isn’t jealous, he finds it actually kind of endearing to see you care for the little ones.

Now two years later, at eighteen, you were back at the Hamptons.

You hold the letter in your hands, growing more nervous with the second.

You and Kendall had made the promise that you would open your college letters together. You had told your parents that and they had found it adorable. Kendall was not blessed with such understanding parents so he hadn’t told Logan about the letter arriving, not wanting to risk his father forcing him to open them in front of him, robbing him of this moment with you. He walks to the garden with the bundle of letters in his hands. He opens the door to the little gardening house behind the bushes and sees you already sitting there on the slightly dusty floor. Bundle of unopened letters in your lap. Your eyes meet his as he enters the place and he feels warmth flood his chest as a big smile is spreading on your face. ”Hey Kenny:“ you grin up at him ”Hi“ he smiles back at you. You haven’t seen each other in months, busy with exams and graduation from high school. You talked on the phone a lot. That’s how you came up with this plan. You would open your college letters together.

”Okay, who goes first?“ He asks after he sits down in front of you. ”Can you?“ You answer him shyly. He nodds taking the first letter. Tearing the paper open glancing over the words. ”Holy shit. Fuck! I got in.“ He lets out ”I got into Havard!“ He tells you before you tackle him in a hug. ”Congrats Kenny! I know you could do it!“ You sit back and take your letter, staring at it for a moment. ”I’m scared. Can you open it?“ you asked him ”I could but it’s your moment you know?“ he answers.

You take a deep breath before opening the envelope and taking another look at him, Kendall nodding, encouraging you to go ahead. As you read he tries to gauge your reaction, he usually can read you like a book but at this moment you pull a really good pokerface. You bite your lip for a second, eyes connecting with his as a huge smile breaks out on your face. You nod and Kendall smiles at you too. ”Congrats!" He tells you sincerely before asking wich college letter you had read but that was unnecessary as you tell him "Guess we’ll be college buddies now.“ with a smirk and his heart jumps "You got into Harvard too? Fuck this is amazing!“. This was the cherry on top, not only did he get into his dream college, wich would please his father, but he was going to be able to spend a lot more time with you. This day couldn’t have been better.

You read your other letters too after that, you got another acceptance message and three rejections. But that doesn’t matter, you got into your dream school and you would be able to spend these years with your best friend.

"You wanna sleep over tonight?“ Kendall asked you passing you the joint you shared. "I’d love to but I don’t want to get you in trouble.“ he smiled "He’s not here tonight, there’s some party.“ you exhaled "Yeah I’d love to, we can catch up.“ you also couldn’t wait to cuddle him again, it had been way too long.

"Honey! You’re back!“ You’re mother says excited as soon as you step into the kitchen "How was it! Tell me everything!“ But before you can answer her she holds up a finger asking you to wait before yelling down the house "Richard! Y/n is back!“ While you waited for your dad , eating strawberries out of a bowl, your mother was asking about how Kendall was doing and how his family was.

Your Dad walked into the kitchen smiling, you smiled back at him. "So I got three rejections.“ You pause for a second, dramatics and all, you knew your Parents were counting how many accepted you. You named the college that accepted you that wasn’t Havard first. Before announcing "But im not going to go there because Havard accepted me too.“ You tell them proudly and your Mom lets out a small scream hugging you tightly. "Congratulations sweetheart! We’re so proud of you“ Your Dad tells you while giving you a hug too. "Thanks Dad.“ You tell him. Harvard had been your first choice after all, even before you knew it was where Kendall wanted to study too. "We need to eat something special tonight!“ Your mom says "What do you want to eat Honey? Maggie can make you anything you like!“ She tells you. After you had wish for your favorite meal your father speaks up "Ask Kendall if he wants to come over too. Its a special day for him too after all.“ He suggest knowing that the Roys wouldnt celebrate his news like you’re family did. For them it was what was expected, of course Kendall had to go to a good school. He had taken extra courses for this exact reason. For your family a good education was important too, but they still wanted to recognize it as a big achievement anyway.

So you go and make a quick call to tell Kendall about these plans wich he accepts, you can hear his smile in his voice as he tells you. It was like it always had been, as soon as you were reunited you were inseparable.

A few mintues before seven pm Kendall arrives at your summer house. He greets your parents politely, still being on his best behavior, they tell him every beginning of summer that he can relax around him. He’s basically part of the family after all these years. Seeing the way he seems more carefree at your place always makes you happy. Even though your father is friends with Logan he doesn’t particularly agree with his parenting style. He has seen glimpses into what is going on in the house next to yours and you ad told him a little. You havent told him any details, not wanting to accidentally get your friend into trouble. But you knew a lot more. Kendall had told you over the years.

"So Kendall, what have you kids planned for this summer?“ your dad asks, a casual tone telling that he was genuinely interested in what you want to do. "Well, uhm I think just the same as every year. I also got this motorcycle- well it’s not a real one. More like a Vespa? And I want to show it to Y/n." Kendall said before your father spoke again Kendall adds "I’ve had a lot of practice and I won’t speed. I will be careful. I promise.“ you giggle a little at his nervousness. "No worries, kid." Your father tells him "We trust you. You take care of our daughter.“ he says before he takes another bite.

You follow Kendall to the front door. "So? Sleepover’s still on?" He asks with a mischievous grin. "Sure, we can braid each others hair and talk about how cute Tim is." You tell him leaning against the doorframe. "Exactly what I had in mind. Keep the window open.“ he quips back.

It’s around eleven when you hear noise coming from outside you window and you smile to yourself, putting the book down you were reading. Kendall heaves himself into your room, wich looks the same as the last time he’s been in here. You pat the bed next to you and lift the covers for your friend to crawl under. "What are you reading?“ he asks and you show him the cover. While he studies the book you ask him if he wants to watch a movie with you he answers with "Sure“. The movie is just background noise as you talk for hours. Your voices slightly hushed so that your parents won’t find out: even if their room is at the end of the floor and you don’t think they would mind too much. You’re not even entirely sure that your mom doesn’t know that you let Ken sleep over or you sneak out from time to time during summer. At home you usually don’t sneak out of the house. Your friends Anna and Meghan are allowed to sleep over and you can go to parties with them - if it’s only parties at the homes of other kids your age. Your parents wouldn’t appreciate you going to clubs. And now that you’re 18 it doesn’t matter anyway.

At some point you fall asleep, your cheek slightly squished against Kendall’s shoulder.

The next weeks are spend just enjoying the summer together. Driving around on the small motorcycle Ken had bought. You were having so much fun

You took a picture with your camera of Kendall on the bike wich would find a place on your wall.

Kendall had to attend some of Logan’s business calls throughout the summer. Logan was convinced he was ready to learn more about the company he would be working for after college.

It felt like the weeks flew by because soon enough your summer was over and you were off to college. Saying goodbye to Kendall is much easier this time. You would are going to see him in just a week anyway - and from there on you would life close to each other. You can’t wait to spend more time with your best friend. Yes you had close friends at school but you always consider Kendall your best friend. He just understands you and you can tell him everything knowing he wouldn’t judge you. Kendall would never tell you, he was an eighteen year old boy after all, but he considered you his best friend too. He likes being able to talk about family issues with someone - his friends at school couldn’t know but with you it was easy. You care.

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degenerateteenagebeautyqueen · 11 months

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IM BEGGING, PLEADINGGG FOR THE KENDALL GIRLIES TO FUCKING STEP UP AND DROP THE ULTIMATE SMUT MASTER-LIST IN THE MF CHAT RIGHT NEOWWWWW!!!!! ITS THE FUCKING DESERT OUT HERE AND THE GIRLS ARE THIRSTY!!!

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Parting Pt. 1 (Roy!Sibling x Kendall Roy)

Character/s: Kendall, Logan, fake husband, fake baby lol

Word Count: 2,394

Requested: i have been obsessed with your baby!roy fics recently they are so so good! can you please write something to do with the subs & then being super protective over baby!roy (specifically kendall) please. if not it is all good, thank you so much 🫶🫶 - anon

Inspired By: Family Jewels by Marina

Tag: @locke-writes

A/N: In this fic you have a fake family, I just wanted to make that clear since I named a fake baby lol. It was getting too confusing without names lol. I love protective Kendall so much!!! I hope you like it my loves! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💜💜

Parting Pt. 2 (Roy!Sibling x Kendall Roy)

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He used to smell like laundry detergent. The sweet kind that reminded you of feeling clean, feeling safe. Even when he got his suits pressed, that scent lingered. It wasn’t his cologne or his soap, you learned over the years, it was just him. His body, his skin and hair. You liked when you came back with his scent, like it was choosing you, like you were worthy of it, of him. You thought it was a sign that somehow the universe was telling you that this man, this man who smelled of fresh sheets and warm sweaters, would offer you salvation. He would offer a home you had never had before, the kind that you feared you never would have, one you thought you were undeserving of. One of warmth and safety and stability. It sunk into your sheets, in his pillow. It lingers in every room he resides in, even if only for a moment. You used to love it. You used to follow it, searching the many rooms, trying to find him. You used to wish your whole house smelled like that, reflected that, so that anyone who stepped in would feel how you felt. No one seemed to notice though. Only you. Now you wonder if you made it all up, if you were under some kind of spell. Now you roll away from him in your bed, the scent too much, too strong. Suffocating. You take your pillow and a blanket and go to your son's room, choosing to sleep on his floor instead of your bed. You’re not sure when it started, when you’d shut the bedroom door and listen to his soft breathing, when you started slipping away. Sometime after his glass narrowly missed your head. Before you stopped speaking altogether. Somewhere in the middle, between all that, you decided that scent, the lavender, the cotton, somewhere in between then you decided you didn’t want to smell like that anymore.

You never wanted to smell it again.

The ride over feels excruciating. You sit in the back, beside your son, distracting him with toys, stuffed animals and cars. Almost three, he babbles to you, pointing out the other cars in the heavy traffic, the strangers on the sidewalk. He looks like you, thankfully. He has your eyes, your nose and hair. You hope he doesn’t share his temper, his paranoia, his moodiness. He kicks his feet, growing restless. Up front your husband bangs the steering wheel, equally irritable, eyeing you from the mirror, talking straight ahead. Don’t pull any shit, you hear me? Don’t be rude. You don’t say anything, just kiss his cheeks with his teddy bear, hearing that laugh that melts your heart. High, from the belly. He laughs until he can’t breathe. They’re my family, you want to correct, but you bite your tongue. One night, that’s all. All you have to do is get through one night. You move quickly, unbuckling yourself, then Liam. You hold him close, thanking the driver for parking. Your husband steps out, barking orders, before meeting you on the curb. He doesn’t initiate contact, not anymore. He doesn’t even try with Liam, you won’t let him. Not since that night. He hasn’t been drunk since, but you don’t care. He will not lay a hand on your baby. The doorman greets you warmly despite the cold radiating off him. All the way up you’re surrounded by silence. When you step out of the elevator you’re greeted with noise. Your brothers and sister, niece and nephew, in-laws, as well as the regular work associates, everyone’s here, everyone’s busy. It sounds like it did when you were growing up, so unlike your own quiet home. He greets Marcia with a hug and a kiss while you stray, peeking into the living room. Rava and the kids, Shiv, Tom, Rome. They all showed. Just seeing their faces makes you feel better, more like yourself than you’ve felt in weeks. You greet Marcia, asking how your father is. In one of his moods, she shrugs. She holds Liam, spinning him around. You linger, not wanting her to hand him off to him. You should know better, though. He leaves you for Frank and Karl, talking to them like there’s nothing wrong. He’d leave you both for dead if it meant getting an inch up the corporate ladder.

Your siblings all give you big hugs. You’re happy to see them. They stay the same, they always have. Shiv makes a remark about Marcia you can’t help but smile at. Connor is a tad bit oblivious, asking how your husband is doing as if he’s not in the room. Good, Con. He’s good. Rome is ready to drink the night away, pointing out how tired you look. Haven’t been sleeping well, you smile, unphased. Those hardwood floors aren’t exactly the most comfortable, you want to joke, but stop yourself. You toss and turn, checking on Liam every time you wake up, every time he stirs. A few times he crawled into your arms, dragging along his Spiderman blanket, his small body emitting so much heat, so much warmth. That is when you sleep the best. Only Kendall, your second biggest brother, notices something is off. You’re not looking at him, you can’t stand to, you weren’t even holding his hand or anything. You looked like strangers when you walked in. And you do look tired, exhausted, as if you hadn’t slept since he’d last seen you. He doesn’t say anything there, now, but he makes a mental note to. You talk with Rava, who wants to eat Liam up, and the kids, who are always a delight. You keep tabs on how many drinks your father pours your husband. Finally, you go over to Logan, who welcomes you with open arms. There you are, he greets, buttered up by your husband's ass-kissing. Here I am, you laugh. It takes everything out of you to be cheery, to be upbeat. You didn’t want to come, but you hadn’t gone to the last family dinner and he still believed in keeping up the facade. Look how big you are, William. You cringe. Named after your husband's father, you always hated the name, insisting he go by his nickname. Almost everyone in the family called him Liam, but your father was a traditionalist. No grandson of his would go by a nickname. Your son buries his face into your neck, suddenly shy. You’re not listening to anything he says, about work, Gojo, Matsson, Mencken. All the names start to sound the same. You’re too focused on what he has to say, what web of lies he’s stringing. Came down with the flu, poor thing. Luckily they didn’t get the baby sick. They’re feeling much better, though. We’re both so glad to be here. . . Tuning in and out of conversation until you can’t stand it any longer. You excuse yourself, needing air.

You were young when you got together, teenagers. He was the son of one of your fathers many associates. Deeming him worthy enough to date you, the pair set you up per his insistence. You thought he was nice, kind, smart, like them all. Like the rest. He wasn’t anything special, anyone special. But he liked you and that was enough for them. Over time, over the years, you found things to like and eventually love. His scent, but also how respectful he was to your father and mother, how he got along with your siblings, how driven he was. You’d noticed early on he was eager to anger, that everyone was against him. You thought, naively, he’d grow out of it, he’d mature. You should have known a man like that doesn’t change. Just look at your father. Still, you stayed with him. What else were you supposed to do? Your father believed he’d created the perfect match, that you would eventually marry. And you would. Just old enough to legally drink, he popped the question over champagne and an expensive ring. You couldn’t say no. Years you spent together. Breaking it off wasn’t an option. You’d get a fancy apartment with too many rooms and you’d have Liam, the catalyst, you think, to your many fights, to the rift. It was bound to happen eventually. You wanted a big family, like your own. He wanted one. Two, if the first was a girl. You have one. And he is the love of your life. You would do anything for him. He just wanted a legacy, an heir, to share a scotch with him on his eighteenth birthday. Before then, he preferred to be strangers. You couldn’t let that happen. You would die before it did, before he acted that way with him. You? You got yourself into this mess, you never disobeyed him, you never resisted, but Liam didn’t deserve that, he didn’t ask for it, he’d simply been born into it. You couldn’t let the cycle repeat. You just couldn’t.

Your hands hang over the banister, the balcony's edge. The noise of the traffic, the horns, people yelling, it wasn’t any more comforting than the noise inside, but at least it wasn’t him. You’d handed Liam off to Willa with clear, strict instructions. Do not let him near you, either of you. If he tries anything, find me. Willa nodded, cautious, her hand cradling his head. She’d protect him. She’d protect you, keeping whatever you say between you. You watched her and Connor play peek-a-boo and talk to him, pointing out family members. He smiled brightly, even giggling. He’s in good hands. You’re shivering, but you don’t move. It’s better out here. It feels safer out here. Your family, your father especially, love him. Logan sees himself in your husband, that is enough to want to run and never stop. After a few minutes, the door slides open. You jump, expecting something awful. Expecting meanness. What the fuck are you doing? Where’s Liam? You can’t act normal for a few hours, is it too fucking hard. Jesus y/n. . . Instead you feel something over your shoulders: a suit jacket. Kendall's. He holds out a glass to you, wine probably. You only take a sip, needing to be sober, alert. You need to be ready. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just stands beside you. And then: How come you’re not sleeping? His tone is genuine, dipped in worry. You thought you’d played it off well, but he had second thoughts. The bags under your eyes resemble bruises. Hollow. You’re not sure what to say, if you should lie or tell the truth. You wait a moment, wishing you’d just stayed inside. I, uh, I’ve been sleeping on Liam's floor. Before you can stop, your words come up, out, leaving you clutching the banister. I’m leaving him. I, I don’t know when, but soon. I should have done it a long time ago, but I was scared. You know how Dad loves him. It’s a deafening silence, your brother taking it all in. He lets out a sigh. In anger? In relief? You can’t tell. Is he hurting you? Is he hurting- No. You’re quick to say. Do you need a lawyer? The question comes out so earnestly, you almost laugh. Not mine, but, but Rava has a good one. A really good one. You nod. Yes, yes you do. Want me to kill him for you? Startled, you look up in his eyes, deep brown. They look so sad, so grown. Can you make it look like an accident? You smile, knowing you shouldn’t. Anything for you. You lean into him, wishing you could freeze time. So many things go unsaid. How much you appreciate him, how thankful you are that he picked up on something no one else had. He’s always been there for you, but you’ve felt isolated since your marriage. This is your family, not his. He could co-op them however he liked, you were Roy. You were, not him. You still are.

Kendalls hand never leaves your back as you walk in together. Willa looks at you, and you nod, when Kendall takes Liam, giving you a break. He sits beside you at dinner, him and Rava having a conversation with nothing but their eyes. In the end, she seems to understand. He puts a barrier between the two of you, one your husband starts to notice, starts to get irritated by. He tries to put his arm around you, but Kendall intervenes. Coming back from the bathroom, you watch your brother lean over your chair to his brother-in-law, where he says something you can’t hear, but can read, covering Liam’s ears. Go fuck yourself. As you sit, they resume like nothing happened. Your husband looks stunned but only for a moment. He never tries to touch you again, using all his attention at the opposing end of the table. You’re trying not to grin.

When it’s time to go, Kendall hugs you last, slipping a card into your jacket pocket. You don’t have to read it to know it’s the lawyer, one of the best in the business. He doesn’t want to let go, he can’t for a few seconds. He doesn’t want to let you go home with him. You’ve already called a driver, your husband unsteady on his feet, Liam asleep on your shoulder. It’ll be okay, you whisper, I'll be okay. He can’t say anything, nothing comes to mind, just begging, pleading, cursing. He wants you and your son to stay with him, Shiv, Con, even Rome. Anyone else, anywhere else, but home. He wants you safe, the both of you, far from that prick. He never liked him, but now he loathed him. You manage a smile, a shaky one, before letting go. Your husband leans on to you, forgetting the rules. You offer your big brother one last wave before the doors close. He doesn’t know it, and neither will you, but it’s the last time you see him for a long time, all of them. Did he do the right thing? Did he do enough? He resists the urge to pry the doors open, to call after you, a horrible feeling washing over him. Something terrible is going to happen, he fears, and he has no one to blame but himself. . .

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 7 months

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a whiskey with kendall roy with prompt r please<33

Magnetism.

r. exes.

warnings - smut. cursing.

haven't written for my kenny in a hot minute. enjoy him being a narcissist <3

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"Tell me how much you hate me," he pants in your ear, hips snapping into yours. "Tell me I'm the worst person you've ever met."

You want to. You really, really do.

But you can't.

Not when his sweat is mixing with yours, dripping down your back. Not when his fingerprints are indented into your hips. Not when his tongue is licking up the expanse of your neck, tasting perfume and salt and history.

You're face down, ass up, pillows muffling your moans. He knows you love it like this, raw and fast and dirty.

"C'mon, honey," he rasps. "Thought you despised me. What was it that you said? I'm the scum of the fucking Earth?"

You had said that, the last time you were here. You'd thought maybe if you yelled, screamed, belittled him, you'd be less likely to come back again.

You were wrong.

"You called me manipulative, remember? You said I gaslit you. Lied to you."

You raise your head from the sheets, desperate for him to shut up.

"If you can talk this much shit, you're not fucking me good enough, Kendall."

He laughs, dark and menacing, before quickening his pace. You see stars, unable to catch your breath.

"This what you wanted? Huh?"

He smacks your ass with an open palm, chuckling when you whine at the impact.

"You're filthy, honey. My filthy fucking girl."

"Not yours," you choke out. "Never yours."

"That's not what your pussy is saying."

Traitor.

Without warning, you fly into your climax, knuckles fisting the sheets. Kendall groans from behind you before finding his release, both of you panting.

You lie next to each other for a minute, your frantic breaths the only sound to be heard.

"I can't keep doing this," you whisper, trying to sound tough. "It won't end well."

"You say that every time," he consoles. "When are you going to stop lying to yourself, baby?"

You scoff and sit up, grabbing at your clothes.

"Not today, that's for sure."

You leave without so much as a glance backwards. It's okay. Kendall knows he'll see you next week anyway.

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the-avengers-ate-my-tongue · 11 months

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State Of Disgrace (smut)

Summary: Being a Roy is harder than it looks.

Shipp: Kendall Roy x Cousin!Reader, Roman Roy x Cousin!Reader

Words: 2699k

Disclaimer: SMUT! it's not really proofread, I have to say, but I kinda like the way it came out.

I was five and he was six. We rode on horses made of sticks. He wore black and I wore white, he would always win the fight.

I used to shoot him down.

Being a child was easy enough. Being a Roy child, however, was a bit more capricious than a regular household.

My mother died in childbirth. She was a lovely woman by the eyes of friends, a gold digger by the malicious judgements of others. Nevertheless, for me, she was nothing but a stranger. My father was Alistair Roy, the youngest brother of my uncle Logan, who tragically also died of extreme sadness due the loss of my mother.

Some called it depression. I used to call it his swan song.

I moved in with Logan Roy at the raw age of two. Before that, I'd never even met him. My father, before his tragic passing, was just like uncle Ewan, you see. He avoided any further familiar contact with the capitalist monster and ruler of the empire of disgrace Waystar was to them.

Uncle Logan was not a warm man. His wife, Caroline, was even worse. So, every warmth needed by a two year old was entirely given by my older cousins — whom I had also never met before — and Roman.

Roman and I had the same age, me being just a couple of months older. We grew instantly attached hip to hip, so much everyone else started to call us "the twins". It was not, however, a praise title, but a Shakespearean war name, for ever since we'd got enough motor skills, we began to explore the vast world that extended to the huge grounds of our mansion. Then Siobhan came, a needy, smiley little girl that resembled her father so much. Connor and Kendall were excited with their new sister; I feared the small ounces of attention I gained daily would be threatened by her charming toothless smile and spikey gingerish hair. And Roman, as much as he was also happy with the new sister, shared the same inconscient dread, the crumbs he used to get from his mother as the youngest slowly fading away. That's when we got more and more agitated, gaining a few more reprimands as soon as another nanny would quit.

I particularly remember a day where Roman and I distracted the nannies for one minute, fleeing to the pool area. It was a windy day; the crystal water trembled and rippled, the soft movements catching my clueless attention like Narcissus was caught by his reflection. However, instead of languishing away, I came too close, my balance still in development.

The water received me with the cut of a thousand blades, cold as the feeling of danger that felt like a punch in my stomach. Roman's screams rang in my ears and, after almost half a minute submerged, it began to resemble a sorrowful howl, like a wolf pup. I was four, too young to fully comprehend what was happening, too old to suppress the memory of peace that instilled in my heart. I was no longer the sad little orphan, the spare suitcase that couldn't find its place.

Roman's howls were gone. In an instant, I would lose my sight as well. The deep, vast blue of the pool water and the tiles, the reflection of light on the surface above me were the only things I could see. My lungs, a few moments ago burning up with the invasion of that intruder substance, were now obsolete and dispensable. My body felt feeble and, for a moment, I was only pure conscience.

It was right at that moment that Roman's face came to my mind. How could I ever leave him? We were parts of the same molding, made of the same matter. How could I allow him to carry the guilt of my accidental death for the rest of his life?

That was not my call, though. I couldn't swim. If it wasn't for Connor, who was bringing some girl over to the infamous little pool house and heard Roman's cries for help, I would be dead and buried. I can still remember the feeling of the water being launched out of my lungs through my sore throat, the desperate sound of coughing and the tears that stained Roman's face while he stared at me still in panic with the prospect of losing me. That's precisely when I just knew we belonged together, as kindred souls, platonic or not.

Unfortunately, I would also find out later in life I would do anything in my power to feel that kind of lugubrious peace again. Furthermore, that state of disgrace would also bring me closer to another one of my cousins.

Seasons came and changed the time. When I grew up, I called him mine.

He would always laugh and say

"Remember when we used to play?"

Restless adolescence. I began sipping on drinks when uncle Logan or Caroline weren't paying enough attention, developing quite a taste for neat whiskey. At thirteen, I drank (and cursed) like a middle aged sailor. At fifteen, all the alcohol was locked up and the waiters were instructed to keep an eye on me at parties.

It was also the age of fickle flings and steamy makeouts with any boy who gave me enough attention — or enough booze. Never been much of a fan of stimulants, but the barbiturates… They were my bestest friends, knocking me out sometimes for a whole day, making the world seem distorted and distant from my usual cold reality. There was no one left to acknowledge my problems; Connor had moved out, Kendall was at Harvard and Logan had sent Roman to a military boarding school to try and cut a bit of our almost symbiotic connection. Shiv was penetrating the fearsome gates of puberty, so no one was able to keep a two minute conversation with her anymore. The nannies or maids weren't paid enough to care, and Logan's corporative minions only extended their attention when I used business vocabulary. Once I realized that, I began to read every piece of news, fully understand what meant to rule a media conglomerate and excerpts about corporate business. It was brain porn to me. Knowledge was as addictive as the drugs and booze, and I was a junkie craving attention like a moth to a flame.

Caroline left, leaving Shiv and I as the only girls in the house. I chose to take a step to the spotlight, being able to impress whoever tried to sink in deeper with my knowledge and grownup words. She's so mature for her age. So clever. So smart. She's got class conscience. Little Y/n Roy is all grown up! Logan noticed my sudden interest and stimulated as much as he could without showing any favoritism on my behalf, bringing me to Waystar with him sometimes, allowing Gerri to guide me on whatever I wanted to know and understand when it came to business. That actually brought me closer to the blonde, austere woman; I sought a motherly figure to tend to my emotional needs like a junkie with a needle.

I was also surprisingly good at corporative game. It was like playing poker, the one who pretends the best gets to count the cards and win. Board vision. I began to, as my Sherlock Holmes books expertly instructed, actually observe more than just see.

A peck with the teeth in the nails. A quick lick or bite on the bottom lip. Dilated pupils, nostrils flaring. Avoiding eye contact. All signs of discomfort or vice versa became crystal clear to me, showing up like Christmas lights. That also taught me to be an even better player, and I became a virtuoso of deceit. The difficulty of interaction I had with people I hated had faded completely and now, at sixteen years old, I felt absolutely nothing but a huge void that came with being in control of all my feelings. Sentiments made me weak, I had learned. It clouds the judgment and proliferates like maggots on rotting flesh. If one loses control over it, it's gone.

That should also include vices, so I mannered my consumption, elaborating some sort of twisted diet with small albeit enough doses. Being in control was exhilarating, and I felt as if I was at the top of the world. Drinks? Only in parties of sorts and reunions, and a single glass. Drugs? Just to keep me concentrated or calm, nothing more. Uncle Logan began to see my improvement, and a conversation about business school had been approached.

After a while, however, it started to get a bit dull, always knowing the right thing to say or what everyone wanted to hear. Defiance and rebellion were in my veins. Uncle Ewan told my dad he wasn't going to marry my mom; uncle Logan, so I've heard, forbid him to bring her into family gatherings. Many scenes were detailed crudely by the press over the years, painting my parents as the villains of a dynasty and uncle Logan as some sort of Zeus almighty. For weeks, I expected the perfect opportunity for misbehaving. Nothing serious enough to reach my uncle's ears, but to, at the very least, assure my conscience I was still the same Y/n Roy, daughter of Alistair and Giorgiana Roy. I was in paradise craving the forbidden fruit without even knowing how it would manifest.

Until Kendall came back from Harvard for Thanksgiving holidays.

He looked different then, somehow cooler, more confident and laid-back than he usually was. It was kind of comic how attractive Kendall could be when he wasn't looking like he had a pine tree up his ass. After dinner, I managed to suggest an innocent gathering in my bedroom to talk about college and news from the world outside the golden cage we were usually trapped into.

"Hey, you should try this" he suddenly pulls a small bag of cocaine from his pocket, waving it in front of my eyes like a plate of meat to a starving dog. "Seriously, this is the shit."

I laughed in contained mockery, knowing that, if Kendall somehow felt diminished, he would slip through my fingers like sand. Instead, I watch him prepare some lines to blow using one of my school notebooks as support. Two lines after and I can no longer see the greenish of his irises, black englobing everything. If possible, he looks even more confident, this sort of bellicosity making him even more appealing to me.

I switch my crossed legs from position. His now dark eyes accompany the movement, narrowing. I'm wearing a short skirt, and the way I move my legs makes me look like I'm recreating that one famous scene from Basic Instinct.

He stares in silence for a few seconds, studying my face, seeming to be gathering the guts to do something.

"Do you like what you see?" I suddenly ask, new acquired courage, one of my hands traveling through my dressed body. Kendall shuts his eyes, taking a deep breath trying to restrain himself. I wait for no response, pulling one of his hands and placing it right on one of my breasts, the warmth of his touch allowing a small sigh to escape my lips.

"Y/n… what uh… what game are you playing here?" He tries to organize his thoughts, but I purr like a kitten as if that simple touch of his feels like the grasp of a flame in the coldest winter. "Oh, fuck… don't… don't do that, come on."

"Don't act like you don't want it to happen. I don't see you removing your hand" I crawl in his direction, stopping from inches of his mouth. "I want you, Ken."

"Y/n, this isn't right, I mean, I'm fucking older than you, we're cousins…"

"So? So what? Come on, Ken. Don't you ever get tired of being a fucking model to this family? Daddy's little toy soldier?" I jolted forward, sitting on his lap. He doesn't stop me. "I fucking want you. How many were brave enough to say that to your face?"

I lick my lips as I rub my hips against his and a low grunt echoes on his throat. He looks almost helpless; it's pathetic. I can feel his dick getting hard underneath the dark denim pants, and that gives me some sort of enigmatic power, like I'm a form of Venus. Kendall's hands lift my skirt, moist visible in my underwear, almost staining his pants.

"Fuck, Y/n… how are you so wet already?" He pushes my panties aside, losing his patience and ripping it apart, making me giggle. I start humping against his pants while kissing his jawline, touching his lips with mine for the first time. He tasted like minties, cigarettes and a bit of the whiskey we drank after dinner. After that, he finally decided to let go; his tongue invaded my mouth with passion, and he made me lay down on the floor, towering over me. I pulled his shirt, throwing it across the room, sucking the sensitive spot on his neck that caused him to let out some sexy moans with his deep voice. My cunt was pulsing to the point it started to actually hurt a bit.

"I need you, Ken." I said, starting to unbutton his jeans.

"What a greedy little thing you are" he pulls my hands away, trapping them on the floor above my head by my wrists. With the free hand, he took his dick off his pants, the tip glowing with precum.

He finally rested between my legs, the feeling of his head against my entrance making me a bit nervous for the first time that night. I got even more wet just with the expectation, and just when I was about to rush him, he entered me without a warning, a loud moan escaping my lips. My nails carved the skin of his hand, and he hastily quieted down my whimpers with a sloppy kiss, letting go of my arms and allowing me to wrap them around him.

"You okay?" He questioned, his gorgeous green eyes looking so sweet, so concerned, that I actually felt slightly guilty of using him to achieve my own whims. With a smile, I nod, and he moves painfully slow inside me, my breathing intensifying. It hurt at the beginning, but soon, the pain started to give in, and my hips began to synchronize with his own movements like an intricate dance, sweat accumulating on my forehead. My whole skin felt hot, feverish, and my hands grabbed Kendall's ass to pull him closer, my legs wrapped around his lower back.

His breathing changed, and he squeezed my skin so rough I was sure it would leave bruises tomorrow.

"Y/n… fuck, wait… I'm gonna…" his body began to tremble as he fastened his movements, and a louder grunt came out of him while he poured himself inside me, leaning his forehead against mine.

Our breaths mixed up, sweat dripping out, and a now pleasant and new pain between my legs. He laid on top of me until he became too heavy to endure, rolling his body sideways afterwards, laying on the cool marbled floor. I turn down on my stomach to face him, the cold white marble alleviating the pressure on my low abdomen. He looks herculean with his hair all messed up, face glistening with small drops of sweat and a peaceful manner in his eyes, eyes no longer darkened by the drugs, but clearer like leaves on springtime.

We kissed a few more times, talked about trivialities, and he left soon after, placing a kiss on my shoulder, too hasty to record and too soft to ignore.

The matter was hardly discussed afterwards, and I never mentioned he was my first, not even when it happened again, and again. For many years, I told no one, the secret feeling like a little barb around my lower abdomen every time I saw him.

Until I felt safe enough to share it with Roman. But that's a story for another time.

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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year

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should we be expecting any kendall roy smut in the future? it’s dry out here😩

Ooooo

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ooooooooooooo this got written in like ten minutes so if this isn't it i am sorry

Warnings: Power imbalance; unprotected sex; oral sex (female receiving); vaginal sex; quickie; begging reader; creampie

It's a damnable rush. He doesn't have much time—he rarely does. You'd known what the deal was as soon as you'd walked in to his office with every single shade lowered. It's conduct that you'd usually expect of Roman.

Your heart pounds in your chest as Kendall crowds you back against the desk. He sucks harshly at your neck, with no regard for the fact that you'll be on ATN's prime time news spot. You'll cover it with makeup—you'll have to. The mark will only darken with time. You shiver as he raises a hand, gripping at the collar of your blouse and ripping downward roughly.

You gasp as your buttons fly and land dully against the carpeted floor.

"Kendall—" It leaves you in a breathy groan, even as he lowers his head and dots the tops of your breasts with kisses. He doesn't answer; his hand works hurriedly at his own belt.

"Ken," You press, squirming back onto his desk. Before you can say or do another thing, he drops to his knees, shoving at your skirt and yanking down your underwear and panty hose. You reach down, resting your hand on the back of Kendall's head as he sucks at your cunt. You tighten your hand in his head, pushing against his lips and tongue as he laps at you almost desperately.

You shudder, pressing down against him, hips rabbiting as you chase the feeling. He draws back with a gasp, as if he didn't expect you to chase the sensation. His lips and chin are bright with your juices. You reach out as he leans in, gripping his tie and glancing down, watching him shove his pants down to his thighs. He takes himself in hand, teasing his cockhead along your slit.

"That's it," You urge, "That's—Oh," You breathe, letting your eyes slip closed, your head slipping back as he eases into you. He gives you a moment, burying his face in your head as your cunt flutters around the press and stretch of his cock.

You glance over his shoulder, eyeing the clock on the wall. 10:58—

"Ken," You mumble, "You—We have less than two minutes—"

It's a warning, and Kendall takes it as it's meant. Your whine catches in your throat as his hips begin to hammer harshly against yours. You bear down around him and curl your arms around his shoulders, squeezing tightly. You hold onto him as desperately as he does to you.

"You're going to be l—late," You whimper. "Please—Fuck, Ken—"

Kendall groans against your neck as he braces his hand against his desk. You can hear the knock on the door—Jess' voice warning, "You'll be late!"

"Kendall, fuck," You mumble, "Come on, cum in me—Fuck, I want it, I want it—"

Kendall's moan stutters into your skin as his hips slap, then slam, then press. You shiver as he cums into you. Your chest heaves as Kendall draws back, and watch as he tucks his cock away. He slides his hands up your thigh, giving a gentle squeeze. He's eyeing where he's dripping out of you, even as Jess calls, "...Kendall!"

"One minute," he calls back without looking away. He raises his hand, sliding his thumb over your slick, tender clit. You shift against him, sucking in a breath. His gaze flickers to yours as he leans down. He brushes his lips against yours as he draws your panties up around your thighs. You squirm, helping him pull your underwear all the way back up. Kendall lowers his hand, patting your cunt gently.

"Stay right here," He warns.

"But—"

"I'm gonna go get your budget approved, and you're gonna fucking thank me. Understand?"

You grin, swiping your tongue across your lower lip.

"Yessir."

Kendall takes a step back, then darts back in, giving you a deep, searching kiss.

"I'll take care of you, baby," He murmurs.

"You always do, Ken."

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gwilymz · 2 years

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can i request kendall taking your virginity and being obsessed w how innocent you are 😭😭 this may be too filthy of a request i fear

fear not …however it is very filthy i must say

NSFW 18+ or bust

meeting kendall in college and you’re very innocent, always studying at this little coffee shop he goes to whenever he has a big test or an important paper

you’re hunched over your book, sipping your latte as your glasses fall down the slope of your nose and kendall is immediately smitten

and now, whenever you’re there at the same time as him, he’ll sit next to you, close enough to where you can smell the rainwater musk of his cologne, soaked into the stubbly skin of his neck

of course you’ve noticed that kendall roy has been there most days you’ve had to study, chestnut eyes flitting over your eyes to your lips and back again

but you’re nervous. you know about kendall, how rich and powerful his family is

one day he has a political science textbook out and you can tell he’s struggling to write his paper; his pillowy lips are tugged between his teeth and hes utterly lost looking

“i’ve taken that class before.” you comment

“so she speaks,” kendall smiles, scooting closer to you

so you help him outline his essay, drawing notes in the margins of his paper until he grabs his pen from you, scrawling a little note beneath your own

can i get your number?

you write it down with a smiley face, heart pumping

he calls you a few hours later, telling you he needs help with the paper still; he can just tell you’re so much better at these kind of things

and he picks you up intent on doing just that. of course he wants you, but he wants you for the long run

but you sitting on his bed in your little cotton shorts and a hoodie, glasses low on your nose is making him fucking need you

you look up at him mid-explanation; he hadn’t said anything in awhile

“kendall?” you look up

he scoots closer to you and tucks your hair behind your ear, unfaltering as he asks, “can i kiss you?”

you nod, a little nervous

kendall tangles his hands in your hair, pushing your lips to meet his in a deep kiss that leaves you lightheaded and confused by the feeling deep in your tummy

and then you’re underneath him, his lips nipping at your neck and you’re so responsive

hips lifting to meet his, moaning when his hands graze against your waist

“so worked up, pretty girl.” he says against the shell of your ear

you pull his lips back to yours and kendall laughs at your eagerness

as his fingertips smooth the waistband of your little shorts, he pauses

“are you a virgin?”

you’re embarrassed that it’s that obvious

you nod, the simple yes knotted at the tip of your tongue too tight to unravel quite yet

“fuck,” he says “that makes me wanna corrupt you so bad”

and he does; you come to his house a lot now to help him ‘study’—at least it starts out that way

and then usually half an hour in, you’re beneath him, a subject for his corruption

the second time you came over he held your back against his chest as he kissed your neck and cooed into your ear, his fingers fucking into you as his thumb rubbed your clit until you were gushing, saying his name in the prettiest most pathetic little voice he’s ever heard

the third time you come over he’s immediate.

“let me eat your little cunt”

the words send a rush of blood to your cheeks

and he takes you right there on the living room couch, legs over his shoulders as he kneels on the floor, his tongue licking a fat stripe up, up, up until he reaches your throbbing little clit and then he sucks

and you’re so easy, cumming on his tongue in record time because you’re still so sensitive

and now it’s been weeks and kendall can’t stop thinking about how you’re a virgin and how badly he wants to fuck you

he knows your eyes will roll back and you’ll claw at him like a lost kitten and he gets so hard thinking about it that he has to jerk himself off in the shower when he thinks about how tight your cunt will be, hot ropes of cum wasted on the wall of the shower when they should be on your stomach

and you know he’s been wanting to take your virginity, it was obvious in the way he kissed you, like he couldn’t get close enough and there was only one way he could

the next time you came over, you wore a pretty dress, and a matching set underneath

and as soon as kendall saw the white lacy trim of your bra strap he needed to have you

“what is this little number for?” kendall leans into you. you’re on his bed, sat at the very edge as kendall stands at the foot, looking down at you

“what do you mean?” you ask innocently, eyes big and curious, chock full of scenarios of what could happen next

“you know what i mean, sweet girl.” his hands find your thighs and you open up for him, so easily

he bunches the skirt of your dress up around your hips, groaning at your little white thong, lacy and high on your hips

he kisses the hem. “mm,” he guns against you. “you want me to eat your pussy?”

you shake your head, growing red at how vulgar his words are.

“want my fingers?” he taunts, cocking his head

you shake your head again, faster this time

“then you’re gonna have to tell me what it is you want,”

you look up at him and palm his cock and that’s all it takes for him to lean forward and grab your hips, pushing you onto the bed all the way

your dress is around your hips, the straps of your bra fallen off the slopes of your shoulders

“you want me to fuck you?”

you nod, pulling him down to kiss you, but he grabs your chin

“answer me. i need to hear that you want me.”

“kendall, please fuck me. take my virginity.”

he groans. “i’ve wanted to for so fucking long. prettiest girl i’ve ever seen, i don’t know how you’re still so innocent.”

you shrug, and it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen

“not gonna be so innocent pretty soon.” he nibbles on your ear, pushing your panties aside to slide a finger over your puffy slit

“soaked for me.” he rubs your clit slowly and you writhe beneath him, legs already shaking from the pleasure and anticipation

“please,” you beg

“look at you,” he caresses your cheek. “so desperate.”

he unbuttons his pants, shoving them down his legs, along with his boxers. you’ve never seen his cock before; all your exploring has been for your pleasure only—although he got off with your clit against his tongue

he was thick, his tip leaking and a dark, desperate red

he grabs a condom from his dresser and rolls it on, his other hand still playing with your pussy, not breaking eye contact with you

you’re writhing underneath him. nervous, but so ready; you trust him.

he teases your entrance with his cock; you can both hear how wet you are for him and it makes him chuckle

“are you ready, pretty girl?” he asks. “i’ll go as slow or fast as you want you just gotta tell me if it’s too much.”

you nod. “‘m ready for you.” you slur out.

he pushes inside you slowly, agonizingly slow. it hurts, but it’s the first time it’s a good kind of pain

“fuck,” kendall rests on his forearms, kissing your jaw. “you’re so fucking tight.”

he’s thrusting so slowly, moving in deep, languid motions that leave your legs shaking and you mewling, grasping at his arms

“that feel good?” his thumb rubs your bottom lip and you open up for him, allowing his digit to rest against your tongue as you suck.

you nod and he’s going faster now, his balls tightening as you swirl your tongue around his thumb

your legs instinctively wrap around his hips and he pulls his thumb out of your mouth, moving his hands to your waist before he pounds into you

“this good? still okay?” he asks, genuinely concerned

“y—yes. feels so good ken,”

“fuck you’re gonna make me cum with that pathetic little look in your eyes,”

and he does, soon after, hips sputtering, cock twitching as he spills into the condom, moaning almost animalistically while he thumbs your clit

you finish, his cock still buried inside you, hips bucking up as your cunt clenches around him

he pulls out, kissing your forehead before taking the condom off and grabbing you a towel

“i’m fucked.” he says

“why?” you look so concerned. it’s so cute to him.

“you’ve ruined me. cant be with anyone else ever again.”

sitting up on your elbows, you shrug. “i’ll be yours then.”

#succession #kendall roy #kendall roy fic #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy smut #kendall roy fanfic

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bxbu-chuu · 6 months

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A post canon kenstewy fic written from Shiv's POV where Kendall and her lost contact after the finale(Kendall went to see her after she gave birth and they never spoke directly again). She hasn't spoken to(or heard of) him in years, but she has decided to get a divorce, make sure her daughter doesn't live the same life she did, and it drives her to attempt to get closure in as many aspects of her life as possible. She asks the people in her life that still have contact with Ken but most of them also lost contact with him after a few years. When she finally manages to get a hold of him and goes to see him she is forced to face the new reality (and her confronted feelings about it) of Kendall seeming younger and older at the same time, happier, more relaxed, in a home that seems lived in, with a man he loves by his side. She can't help but wonder whether it's fair or not, if he really was the one who deserved a happy ending in this story.

#kenstewy #kenstew #kendall roy fic #succession kendall #succesion hbo #hbo succession #siobhan roy #shiv roy

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kendallroydefender · 2 months

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Somewhere only we know - Chapter 14 (Kendall Roy x Reader)

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Series summary: You met Kendall when you were six years old. You have spent every summer together and now years later you and him are still just as close.

This story follows Kendall and his best friend through their lives. Will they realize their feelings for each other before it’s too late?

Chapter summary: Kendall comes back from rehab and plans a weekend trip with you…

Authors Notes: I’m so exited for you to read this chapter! I really really hope you’ll like it!! 🤍

Wordcount: 2.9K

It’s been nine weeks since you’ve been to Denmark to drop Kendall off and today he will come back to New York. You’ve been feeling giddy the whole week in anticipation of seeing him. Like a sixteen year old seeing her crush after a school break again.

You’ve been in this situation before but back then it was different, there weren’t feelings like these involved, back then he was just your best friend and you weren’t in love with him.

You meet Fikret downstairs. You have called him a few days ago to ask him to stop by yours before he goes to get Kendall. You also told him not to tell Kendall about your plan to surprise him at the airport.

You’re growing more nervous with each minute you’re closer to the airport. What if this was a bad idea? What if whatever was happening between the two of you was over?

But he’s your best friend, even if he doesn’t have feelings for you he will be happy to see you.

You fiddle with your fingers as you watch his plane land. A few minutes later you see the door open and Kendall steps out. He’s wearing headphones and some casual clothes that look incredibly soft. You can’t help the smile taking over your face. When he comes closer to the car you open the door and hurry out of the vehicle.

”Kenny!“ you scream as you rush towards him, his mouth is ajar for a moment before a big smile appears on his face.

Just like last time you can’t help to jump into his arms. He holds you close and buries his face into your hair.

”You’re here!“ he says

”You’re here!“ you answer and let out a watery chuckle

”God I’ve missed you!“ he tells you. You tell him you missed him too. You don’t tell him how you’ve slept in his shirts since he left, how you’ve replayed voice notes he’d sent you over the time.

When he lets you down you stay close to each other. Your eyes wandering over each others face.

He looks so good. Healthy and his hair has grown quite a bit. His eyes are shining and his skin is glowing more. You hug him again before you make your way to the waiting car.

You drive over to his apartment.

You order food from his favorite place and he tells you about rehab, he got into Yoga and a little bit into Buddhism.

At some point you fall asleep on his couch, your face squished slightly into a pillow and Kendall feels emotional. He missed you so much and despite your fear his feelings for you seem to have grown even more in the time. He pushes a strand of hair out of your face with a small smile.

He’s going to ask you out soon. If you were anyone else he would have made a move already. He is usually good at this but with you it is different. It’s more important, if he messes this up he will loose one of the most important persons in his life. But he also has to do it, it got more clear in his time away that this is a good thing.

Careful he wakes you a little bit to get you to move to the bed, nobody thought you would leave tonight.

When you’re in bed, in his clothes and wrapped in his arms you notice how relieved you feel.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Kendall seems good since he came back home, he’s happier and more playful, always joking around with his siblings and with you. He’s also sober and healthy. You’re so happy to see him like this again. He’s going to LA some days of the week to work on the hundred, the company he’s working on with Shiv and Roman.

A few days ago Kendall had told you to clear your calendar for the weekend. He wouldn’t tell you more about what he had planned, just that you should bring some clothes.

You arrive and see Kendall standing next to a helicopter.

”Okay, Ken what the fuck?“ he chuckles a little

”Get in, I have a surprise for you.“

You eye him curiously, climbing into it.

He refuses to give you any more details to where you’re going. You look outside the window when suddenly it dawns on you where you’re going, some of the landscape is very familiar to you from all the years you’ve seen it as a child.

”We’re going to the Hamptons?“ you ask turning towards him - he gives you a nod. He seems kind of nervous. But seeing you smile at him seems to relax him.

After landing you breathe in the coastal air. You haven’t been here enough these last years, you miss this place.

”Can we take a walk? Theres something, uh, something I need to share with you.“ He asks and you nod as you start walking down the path leading to the sea. You smile when you spot the small garden shed.

Kendall eyes it too, but you can tell he’s nervous. You furrow your brows a little. The last time he asked you to talk about something was after Shivs wedding and that isn’t a moment you like to remember. You’re not worried about your friendship right now though, you know he wouldn’t do that again, he’s doing so much better. But you are curious about what is going on.

When you reach the beach he takes your hand. There are not many people around, it’s not yet beach season. You like holding his hand, always have.

”Uh, yeah, I just wanted to say thank you, I guess.“ Kendall starts

”Ken, you don’t have to thank me for anything.“ you shake your head.

”No, I have to. You- you’ve always been there for me, even in the worst, uh, worst times. And I’m just uh, just so fucking thankful that I know that there’s someone in my corner.“

You feel your heart soar hearing this. His voice sounds so sincere and laced with emotion

”Of course. I love you, Kendall.“

He lets out an exhaled chuckle

”I love you too. But, uh, I- I am in love with you.“ he states his eyes finding yours again

Kendall is still nervous but he also feels like a huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

You feel like your heart stops beating for a moment

”Really?“ you ask even though you know he means it, you can hear it.

”Yeah, really.“

”God, Kendall I am in love with you too.“

Your fingertips lightly touch, it’s weird since you’ve touched a million times but suddenly you feel a little shy.

You intertwine your fingers and he steps a little closer, you take a breath and look up to find him already looking at you, a soft smile on his face. This eases you a little, it’s still Kendall and you. There’s no reason to be nervous. He lets go of your hands, one now resting on your hip while the other cups your cheek. Your hands find his chest. Shining eyes looking at each other before he leans in. He doesn’t connect your lips immediately, your lips almost touch and you can’t wait anymore so you kiss him. Kendall takes a deep breath through his nose and you two melt into the kiss. It feels like fireworks going off in your stomach but at the same time it feels like coming home. Your last time kissing Kendall was decades ago, this was a long time brewing. Your hand goes to the back of his neck, playing with his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.

When you have to break you stay close.

He gives you a small kiss before

”Come on, i have another surprise for you.“

”Wow I’m really getting spoiled today.“

He has a dinner planned, his chefs are already at your parents place. He got the keys from your mom a few days ago, he didn’t tell her what he had planned exactly just that you he wanted to go there with you for the weekend.

When you enter the house you see that the lights are dimmed and the table is set. A smile spreading on your lips. You look at him with adoration in your eyes, he gives you a small shrug and love sick smile.

He pushes your chair towards the table when you sit down, while he walks to his side of the table you look around. There are a candles lit around the room and you’re sure this was Jess doing.

The food is amazing but you only have eyes for your best friend, who is your boyfriend now you guess.

After the food you two move onto the living room, talking on the couch, you’re wrapped in his arms. You laugh at something he said and when the conversation slows you turn a little so that you can kiss him. You’ve missed kissing him. Your slow kisses soon turn into a make out. It feels good having him so close again.

”Let’s go up.“ Kendall mumbles between kisses and you give him a nod. It’s stupid considering your age but you feel kind of nervous.

In the guestroom he kisses you again, deeply while you move backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed. You lie down and he adjusts so he’s laying over you, resting on his arms that cage your head.

”I love you.“ you almost whisper, looking into his dark eyes, they’re shining.

”I love you too.“ he says kissing you ”So fucking much.“ he adds before kissing you deeply. This time his hand wanders down your body, slowly, until he reaches the hem of your shirt. He parts to look at you and you bite your lip while nodding. When he pulls your shirt over your head your fingers find the buttons of his dress shirt.

When you’re left with no clothing on, you lay back with your back against the bed. Kendall keeps sitting between your legs. He looks over your naked body

”You’re like a, uh, fucking work of art, I swear.“ he says, fingertips tracing over your skin. Over your collarbone, your breasts down your stomach until they reach the soft skin of your clit. You take a sharp inhale and his eyes connect with yours.

He starts circling your clit and y

After a few moments he thrusts his fingers into you and you gasp at the sudden sensation, his thumb now drawing circles.

You feel the hot pit in your stomach

”Oh, Ken- fuck- Kendall I’m close.“ you stumble over your words

”Come for me pretty girl.“ he tells you

You clench around his fingers.

After you come down from your high you

pull him down so your lips connect again.

”Need to feel you, Ken.“ you whisper, your fingers dancing around the hem of his pants.

Kendall wastes no time taking his own clothes off. The sex isn’t rushed and fast, you know you’ll have time later to fuck like that. Now you’re just taking your time with each other. Basking in the feeling while being so close.

Afterwards you lay in his arms as you feel yourself getting more and more tired.

You let the day play back in your mind. You feel like its meant to be that he did it here. These houses have been the witness to the life of you and Kendall and it feels right that they’re now part of this new chapter too.

The next morning you wake up at around nine, the sun is coming softly through the blinds. A smile spreads on your face as the yesterday comes back to your mind. You feel Kendall’s chest pressed against your back, his strong arms wrapped around you, his nose buried in your neck. You just lay there for a while, basking in the moment until you feel him pressing a few kisses onto your shoulder.

”Hmm good morning, Kenny.“ you hum

”Good morning Honey.“ he says back. When you turn there are matching smiles on both your faces. You lean in first to give him a kiss.

When do you have to go?“ you ask a bit later, he grins at you ”Monday, around 5.“ you turn your head to look up at him ”Really?“ he nods, it’s Saturday morning. ”Are you seeing the kids this weekend?“ you ask and Kendall shakes his head ”No, they’re visiting their grandma.“ a grin appears on your face ”So we have the whole weekend?“ Kendall kisses you quickly, he can never get enough of the fact that he can do it now, before answering ”The whole weekend, baby.“ and the small giggle you let out is like music to him. You keep making out for a bit, just lazily kissing while being cuddled together.

You sit on your kitchen counter, originally you went to the kitchen to cook something but then Kendall followed you and now he’s standing between your legs pressing kiss after kiss to your lips and you find yourself enjoying it too much to stop him. It’s light between you two, just giddy happiness radiating off of you. Your hands are behind his neck, his resting on your hips. ”Kenny, we have to stop if we want something to eat.“ and he feels weak in his knees hearing you call him by the nickname. It made everything so real, you were here for most of his life and finally things had

”Let’s order something.“ he gets out quickly before going back in to connect your lips. He feels you smile into the kiss. ”Okay.“ you mumble before he picks you up to carry you back to your bedroom.

You have been acting like horny teenagers since you confessed to each other. But it’s good, you’re happy and you can tell Kendall is too. Tuning the world out for this weekend and just find yourself in your own little blissful bubble feels good. You both need this.

You straddle him, thumbs on his cheeks softly going back and forth as you gaze into his eyes. These beautiful hazel eyes you could spend hours studying and wouldn’t ever get bored, the eyes you have known for most of your life.

”Is this real?“ you can’t help but mumble, one side of his mouth rises a little ”Yeah, can’t believe it either.” He leans forward to kiss you again

”You have bo idea how long I’ve wanted this.“ you tell him, your voice is laced with emotion.

”We have to communicate better this time.“ you say and he nods

”I guess I should tell you that I had a huge crush in college then.“

”Me too.“ you tell him

”When we, uh, when we hooked up?“ he asked and you nodded

”Yeah and afterwards, around the time we were graduating.“

”I- I almost asked you out at the graduation party. Had planned to for weeks, Stewy helped me.“ he tells you and you furrow your brows

”Why didn’t you?“

”Shanghai. I didn’t wanted you to have to do long distance.“ and your heart gets a little crack

”Kendall, of course I would have done it for you.“ he smiles

”But we shouldn’t dwell on the what if’s, we have enough time now.“ you caress his cheek before you kiss him again.

The kiss is soft, you feel him smile into it

”What?“ you breathe when you have to break away

”Nothing, I’m just happy.“ he tells you and you have to grin

”Me too. So, so happy.“

He cups your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin

”It’s really us.“

”It is.“ you say smile widening

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

”We should tell Stewy.“ you say scrolling through twitter when a post from him pops up.

It’s a few days later and you have gotten back home three days ago. It’s needless to say that you haven’t spent the night on your own since then. After work you two meet at either of your homes and spend the rest of the day and the night together.

”He was always on my ass, wanting me to ask you out.“ Kendall admits

You laugh a little

”Yeah he was the same to me. Rava too.“

That brings another though to his mind.

”Uh, when do you want to go public by the way?“

”I don’t care, whenever you want.“ you tell him honestly.

”You- are you sure?“ he asks and you nod

”Ken, I don’t need to hide this relationship and I’m in it for the long haul. If you want to get it out there, do it.“ you tell him before you add

”You’re the one that is a public figure so it’s your call. Just know I’m not ashamed or anything, I want people to know.“

He nods taking in your words

”Not yet. Soon though and i don’t want it to be too serious pr type of announcement, maybe- maybe, uh, a Instagram post or a gala.“

He wants you two stay in your blissful bubble for a while longer, the public probably would find some mean words. He wants to protect you from Mattsons little fans on Twitter who have recently started to take apart everything the siblings did. But he wants to take you as his date to Connor’s wedding wich is coming up in a couple of months.

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