#kendall roy x female reader

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Kendall Roy angst or fluff with scenario m (keeping the relationship a secret) please

Illicit Affair.

m. Keeping the relationship a secret

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested. my baby kendall - all i want for him is a happy ending :( sorry lukas, but kennys my boy <3

Pairing - Kendall Roy x Matsson!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - cursing, cheating

Word Count - 650

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

You're practically vibrating with anticipation.

The Roys are coming to the annual retreat in Norway to attempt to finalise the GoJo deal with your husband, Lukas.

In approximately 20 minutes, you're going to be face to face with Kendall Logan Roy.

The love of your life.

Admittedly, having an affair with one of your husbands business rivals wasn't on your to-do list. However, the first time you met Kendall, you knew it was inevitable.

You are irreversibly, undeniably, completely illicitly in love with a man who's not your husband.

It's been surprisingly easy to sneak around. Bathrooms, back rooms, offices with the blinds closed. Fleeting touches, momentary eye contact, silent communication. Every time Kendall looks at you, he lights your nerve endings on fire.

You both know it's doomed to fail. You'll have to end it privately, or you'll get caught and have to end it publicly. It doesn't stop you, though.

The Roys arrive, and you all go about formal greetings and passive aggressive hellos. The entire time, Kendall's eyes are locked on you, completely unflinching. Your husband is too preoccupied to notice the man looking at his wife like she hung the stars in the sky.

Kendall nods his head subtly, signalling in the direction of the bedrooms. You tap your watch, giving him a signal - wait for me. He grabs his bags and goes to unpack, while you mill around, waiting for your chance to leave.

Finally, the small talk dies down, and you find your opportunity.

"I'm going to go and catch up with a few of their team," you tell Lukas. "Haven't seen them in a while."

He knows you're fairly friendly with people like Jess, as you've seen her often. He doesn't question it, just presses a kiss to your cheek distractedly, walking off to talk to Gerri and Frank.

You slink down the hallways, practically running to Kendall's door. You barely knock once before it swings open, strong arms pulling you inside.

Kendall cradles your face in his hands, and looks at you carefully.

"Hi," he whispers, breaking out into a grin.

"Hi, yourself," you whisper back, smiling like a madwoman.

He pulls you into his arms, his warmth seeping into your skin. He smells like musk and fresh soap and that cologne you gifted him for his birthday last year.

"Missed you," you murmur into his chest, tightening your grip.

"I missed you," he replies into your hair. "So fucking much."

"Don't leave it so long next time," you beg. "I'm going insane here without you."

"I'm sorry, honey" he mutters, pulling back to look at you. "Everything's been fucking crazy."

You throw your arms around his neck, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.

"I'm sorry about your dad, Ken," you say against his mouth. "He was the fucking worst, but he was still your father."

"Finally," he chuckles. "Someone who gets it."

He kisses you harder this time, one hand tangling in your hair. The other caresses your cheek, thumb stroking soothing circles.

"Promise me something."

"Anything, sweetheart. Anything."

"Whatever happens with this shit - promise me it won't affect us. I'm not losing you over a fucking business deal, Ken," you plead.

He smiles gently - a rare and beautiful sight.

"You are the only thing in this entire world that I am sure of," he reassures. "I don't give a fuck about this deal, or your husband. I care about you. Just you."

You kiss him in reply, lost in the way you fit together so perfectly. You're like two pieces of the same puzzle, twin flames that have finally found each other.

"I swear, when this is over, I'm moving you to New York. It'll be me and you against the world."

You must look unsure, because he continues.

"Fuck the rest of them."

"Fuck the rest of them," you grin. "Me and you against the world, Kendall Roy."

[bubblyani]

Lingering

(Kendall Roy x Reader)

A Kendall Roy (Succession) One Shot

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k+

Author’s Note: I would like to thank this gif for inspiring me to write this One Shot. Simply kissing Kendall, a little moment worth indulging over. Talk about being whipped, eh? Enjoy y’all!

My previous Ken One Shot “Anything & Everything” can add a bit of depth and meaning to this fic even if these are both one shots. My Kendall Roy Masterlist

Lingering.

It was what your heart rejoiced for, when you kissed him. The manner in which every second was savored, brushing one’s nose against his. Drinking in the atmosphere of eventuality, before lips finally unite. Tasting his kisses at the slowest of speed.

It was the lingering, that deemed it all so worthwhile.

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Thirsty.

That was what you were. Processing your need, you waited outside the building after ringing the bell, shrugging one’s shoulders acknowledging the Spring chill.

You took a gander at your surroundings. The spring bloom of the trees nearby served to be the most apt morning greeting, amidst the concrete jungle that was New York city.Returning to your thirst. You thirsted for rejuvenation. The scent of a roasting brew crossed your. mind, causing your mouth to water all the sudden. However, given where you stood, looking up at the majestic building before you, it was a different kind of rejuvenation you longed for. A pair of lips that belonged to a man whose beating heart you’d protect with all your life. It had been too long. Yet, today you would not be so fortunate. You knew.

Yet, there you were anyways, standing up straight as you heard the door open at last.

“Where on earth…did you get that Eggs Benedict recipe, and can I… steal it?”

You made your playful query at Carla, one of the Roy House Staff. As expected, she was surprised:

“You came all this way to tell me that?” She said, to which you shook your head.

“Nope” you said, “I also wanted to give you …this” as you handed her a rather big box, wrapped with a ribbon. Gasp left Carla’s lips when she opened it:

"Max Mara?” She exclaimed, taking out a cream – colored Cashmere shawl. “Your favorite, I presume?” “No. No! You shouldn’t have-” “Carla!” you said, “Your birthday is coming up this weekend” “But-” “Besides…” you said, “I really wanted to Thank you” you said, smiling, “You were always really nice to me coming over here” you said, brushing off some strands of hair off your face, “So this is nothing”

“Says the woman who can’t stop making Mr. Roy smile” the middle aged woman replied. The mere mention of him, was responsible for your bright smile, “Speaking of…did Kendall leave already?”

Carla’s mischievous smile was the best inaudible answer you could look forward to.

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“Isn’t he in there-” You shushed Carla inaudibly, “He’s here” mouthing to her, you turned. To look back at him once more.

Kendall Roy, your boyfriend. Oh! The mere thought lead to involuntary smiles. Keeping your smile intact, you found him sitting on his bed leaning against the headboard, engrossed in his phone. The sight of him never failed to refresh your being, and warm your heart. Every single time. And it had been countless. What could you say? You were poetic.

Closing the white colored door behind, you could not help be amused as to how he still had not noticed your presence in the room. The phone was indeed a huge distraction, along with ATN News playing in the background in the TV. Not to mention the moaning, groaning of New York traffic outside, filtering through the glass windows.

You slipped off your shoes,  he did not bat an eyelid. Suppressing a chuckle, a playful urge grew within. You had never played a prank on him before. So why not today? Tip toeing towards the bed, you shifted your balance to crawl into bed. “Fuck!” Until the creak of the mattress made him look up. Still his shocked expression was all worth it. You chuckled. “Morning…” His shock morphed to relief and joy seeing you, “Hey…” he sighed, “When did you get here?” “Just now. Carla let me in” you said, getting into bed to sit cross legged. Kendall sat up: “I thought you have a busy day today with E-zee P-zee and the guys”

“Yep” You sighed, hunching before sitting up straight, “I was just on my way” you sighed again, “Oh gosh! It’s gonna be one long day of trying not pulling my hair whenever E-zee goes off key every…fuckin… line” shaking your head, you continued “You know-I tried so hard to make sure it was a melody he can actually sing in his fucking mundane range but-like! I can’t get myself to auto tune everything he sings. I have a reputation. My label has a reputation to maint-What?”

You intruded yourself by the sight of Kendall’s warm chuckles. Looking down, you chuckled back: “Sorry. I’m ranting”
“No! No… its okay. Fuck! It’s just that-” He paused, pointing at you “You’re so cool. You’re the fucking shiz, babe” “Really?”
“Fuck yeah!” You chuckled, “NOW you’re being a kiss-ass. Anyways…” you said, slapping your thighs “I’m really glad I could see you. Before I…” you sighed, “….head to the battlefield. This-” you paused. “What?” “This…” you said, pointing at his outift, “…oddly looks really nice” Donning one of his university t-shirt with his black work pants, the air he carried could also be another definition of “Smart-casual”. “Really? You think so?” He said, looking down at himself. You nodded, “Uh huh…very homely”

In all honesty, it was more than nice. Extremely attractive could be the phrase to cut it. Your eyes savored the manner in which his toned arms were positioned, how the soft material of the t-shirt rested on his torso. Why something so simple managing to intoxicate you in the morning?

“Uh…anyways…” snapping oneself out of the trance, you said, “What about you? Strategizing from home?” As you took a glance at the news. “Uh yeah…” “For the Shareholders Meeting?” “Uh huh” he said, looking back at his phone, “Trying to whip up something like a speech, so exchanging some pointers wi-” Kendall paused, “What… are …you doing?”

His query seemed justified, especially when you found yourself straddling him on the bed. Taking the phone from his now loose grip, you smiled:
“Oh…thought I’d enjoy the view from here-Ah! Much better” confidence mixed with a hint of playful, you settled yourself over his hips. Raising his eyebrow,  Kendall smiled, quite amused.

“Oh really? And why is that?” He asked. You swore his low, warm hum of a query resonated in you, to the point of awakening you, right between your thighs. “Cause I’m on a mission” “Pray tell…” Unable to contain oneself by the eye contact you maintained, you finally snickered:
“Nah man! I just really wanted to kiss you” “Oh? Really?” “No” “Wait what-” Laughing even louder, you cupped his face, “I’m kidding. But yes, I do wanna kiss you though” you said,  as mutual laughter drowned the sounds of the tv. 
“So uh…” Kendall’s low hum was back, “you’re gonna do the thing?” You raised your eyebrows in turn, “What thing?” “You know…the thing you do before…” he purred. In a flash, your eyes grew wide with surprise. “Wait, you noticed that?” “Of course” he said, his eyes growing soft leaning towards you, “It’s nice” he breathed. Lust induced, yet pure at heart, his words concealed a dire need he longed for.

Exhaling deep yet quiet, your finger tips grew light on his face as you pressed your forehead against his. Ever since you both revealed feelings to one another, the kisses exchanged between you two were too many to count. Who knew how observant he was, enough to notice your every move. When you lingered. Kendall Roy fell in love with you, but also with what made you, you. Your artistry,  your romanticism. The manner in which romanticizing the smallest act seemed involuntary for you. The manner in which you lingered.

And so you proceeded.

Thus you knew his attention had always remained unchanged, as you closed off the distance between you two. Inhaling the atmosphere and his musk, brushing your nose against his felt just as soft as landing one’s head on a soft pillow. Butterflies flying with frenzy inside caused the magnetic energy between you both to flourish. For a few seconds, you indulged as always, the fact that he was yours, and you were his, before hungry lips surrender to each other. First with dignity, only to lose it over time.

“I want you” his lazy drawls woke you from the intoxication that was his kiss. “I thought you were strategizing” you teased, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Later” he breathed, pressing his torso against your own, “What about your recording?” “Mmmm…For once, they can wait for a bit” you hummed, “Besides, why do I have to be the only one to show up on time?” “Oho! Bad girl…” evil chuckle left Kendall’s lips, which you responded with your own. “Only for you…” you whispered against his ear, “..and cause you noticed” Before snatching his lips with your own with heated passion and speed. And like a choreography, hands knew where to reach, what to touch. For instance,  you rejoiced when he grabbed you by the hair, only to pull it back and kiss you hard, kiss you deep. And how the rejoicing continued with much gusto as bodies began to collide in the form of rolls and thrusts.

Sunlight courtesy of the spring morning filtered through the windows, providing the room with great atmosphere and ambience when you found yourself be seduced by him. The manner in which he always did. Clothes slipping out with ease and speed, never took long for the lovers to feel the softness of the crisp white sheets. And more importantly. To reunite which was long-awaited.

And even today, you confirmed as always, making Love to Kendall Roy, it was an experience.

But so was kissing him. And the lingering beforehand.

Oh, the lingering, certainly made it all worthwhile.

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My Kendall Roy Masterlist

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[eeveebitches]

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."

[happy74827]

Only You

[Kendall Roy x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Kendall never had anyone that he could truly rely on. But now, he has you, and that's all that matters {GIF Creds: Honestly i couldn't find who made it… just know that I didn't}.

WC: 753

Category: Lime/Spice, Slight Angst

I just finished Succession tonight and my heart literally hurts so much for Kendall, so I had to write this to ease my mind.

『••✎••』

“Kenny…” You sigh into his neck, his teeth nipping at your ear.

His hands travel from your thighs to the dip of your back and up, pulling the thin fabric of your dress over your head and off, tossing it onto the floor.

He grins, kissing down your jaw to the swell of your breasts. You can feel him, hard and thick through his jeans, pressed against you, and you need him. Need to feel him inside you. Need to feel his skin against yours.

Your breath is shallow and hot.

Kendall kisses the hollow of your throat, your pulse hammering against his lips. He takes your chin in his hand and makes you look at him. You stare into his eyes, deep and brown, the color of the earth. He stares right back, and you can feel his heartbeat, fast and in time with yours.

You lean in, pressing your lips to his. He kisses you back, softly at first, but then, hungry, devouring, as if he were a starving man.

You unbutton his shirt, letting it fall to the floor, and push him down on the bed. He pulls you on top of him, and you can feel him smiling as he kisses you. His hands are warm as they caress your body, sending tingles up and down your spine.

He needed this; you knew it, just like you needed it. It was only a matter of time before he broke down before he let you back in. He needed someone to be there for him—someone who loved him unconditionally and would stand by him no matter what.

His touch was gentle and loving. The way he held you, kissed you. It was almost as if he didn't want to let you go. As if he was afraid of losing you.

Your heart ached for him. Ached for the man who was lost and alone, the man who had no one else. Nothing else.

With all the hot garbage and corruption within Waystar, Kendall could always rely on you. You were his constant. His anchor.

He would never admit it, not even to himself, but he was scared. He was scared and alone, and he needed someone.

Roman couldn’t give him that. Shiv could barely stand to look at him. His mother? Well, she wasn't the type.

And then there was you. You had been by his side, supporting him for as long as he could remember.

He didn't know when he had started to notice you, started to love you. But he had. Rava couldn't fill the void in his heart. No woman could. But you could.

You had been there for him every step of the way, no matter what. When the shit hit the fan, when his father cut him out, when his family betrayed him, you were there. You were his light in the darkness.

The night that Kendall told the world his father was at fault for the cruise ship disaster, the full turnaround he did on the presser and the aftermath had been hell. Logan had thrown a tantrum, screaming and shouting and threatening to cut him off completely.

For a little while, it seemed like he would, too.

But you had been there for him.

Kendall had broken down, sobbing, after it was all over. When the weight of it all had finally hit him, he had felt guilty and ashamed.

You had sat with him, comforting him. You hadn’t judged him. You hadn’t told him it was his fault, that he was wrong. You had simply listened.

And that had meant the world to him.

When he had finished crying, when his sobs had subsided, he had kissed you.

He hadn't planned to. But the look in your eyes, the concern, the compassion, the love, he couldn't help himself. It was a soft kiss. Tender. Loving. He had cupped your face in his hands, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world.

After that night, everything had changed.

You had become the only thing he could count on.

You were always there for him, no matter what.

Now, as you lay together, the sheets twisted around your bodies, your bare skin touching his, he knew.

He knew the person who would always have his back, who would never leave him, was you.

And that was why he had given you his heart.

Kendall didn't need anyone or anything else.

He only needed you.

Just you and only you.

[cato616]

PREDICTABLE FEELING (part one)

kendall roy x fem reader

im finally writing about someone else rather than only about roman roy lol,, hope you get to like this one

it wasn't exactly a request but my first comment received from someone here said basically that they'll wait for a kendall roy one, here i am! lol

summary: you, the assistant of kendall roy, got yourself stuck on the cliché destiny of felling in love with your boss.

parts: pt.2 // pt.3 // pt.4

content: mostly fluff honestly, at some point there may get to angst.

Reserved, introverted, from time to time getting shy, but also getting confident; you were struggling to find your place at Waystar Royco, it's hard to be anyone's assistant here, but since you got a little bit closer to kendall, it made you feel less pressured.

As for today, you where sitting at a desk of your own outside kendall's personal office; as you know, there was only glass walls between you two.

While writing something down on your computer, out of curiosity you look up lifting your head just a bit, and you see kendall, roman and shiv inside his office; kendall it's sitting against his desk, both hands behind him, palms facing on top it, basically standing resting his whole body, and legs slightly being crossed, one on top of the other; while roman was sitting on an individual couch, and shiv was standing, arms crossed. You wanted take a little peek of what was going on there, you don't really like to start conversations but you really are an observant person (as a kid you did want to become a detective, how cute); however you would then get noted about it later tho, since you were his assistant obviously; you kept looking around and found yourself making accidentally eye contact with roman, you get nervous like if someone caught you sneaking around on a private matter, so of course unconsciouslly you lead your sight almost immediately back to your computer, like if nothing happened. Although you can't resist too take a look again. You slowly side eye back again, and like if it was a horror film, roman was completely standing still now closer to the glass, eyes wide open and saying nothing.

You jump "...jesus" you whisper to yourself. Roman started cackling almost; he was pranking you. "oh that was great, great in need" he was feeling proud of whatever that was. "hey dude, what's going on, why you laughing, we were talking" says kendall. "oh yeah yeah, sorry it's just your assistant is so easy to scare" roman was back sitting while still gaggling, and when you heard him saying that, you got really embarrassed and instantly get back to whatever you were doing in g-mail, you even blush a little since you were an incredibly shy person. "oh come on roman, really? you're messing with our assistants now?." Shiv implored. "yeah man, try to not be yourself and treat her like that". When he said that apparently you heard some type of silence in the room. Shiv and roman were completely staring at kendall. "oh oh, not treat her like that, got it, so what's your dog name then?" Roman sarcastically said to kendall. "You're being unserious roman, so... stop." Kendall couldn't make eye contact with them; then Shiv started to play along too. "yeah bro, are you scared to hurt her pretty feelings or something?" She chuckled. "ha ha, so funny you guys" kendall replied with a sarcastic tone. "oh come on, kendall, you're even turning pink you sick bastard". Shiv jokingly told him, smiling. "i am not by the way." Kendall stated. "She's actually nice and very timid, so i would feel bad if she was feeling upset, that's it"

You unfortunately heard him saying that; you didn't know why, but it did not make you much amused hearing it; you felt like, a little kid, who couldn't do anything for herself and was scared of everything, like a fragile little puppy; you don't like that, you don't like too be seen like a weakling, it's okay to be shy, still can't fight the feeling you would feel much happier if you wouldn't be, however, you are always too afraid to make a sound on every room you could be in, you're trying to get better at it; you imagine how easy it would be if you were more comfortable when being confident around people. You unblush, get sad at it, wishing you wouldn't had hear those words; you sigh and slightly look down. So that's how everyone sees me here

"Let's hope that fucking 'romeo' doesn't falls in the assistant-boss cliche." Roman giggles. "Right ken?" Roman keeps teasing him. Kendall doesn't want to look at him, looks irritated by this whole conversation. "o..kay, i feel it got a little bit tense here, how about we come in later huh?" Shiv kindly suggests in a mocking way as well, just trying to light up the mood.

They both leave the office; your eyes follow their movement towards the elevator. huh, they left. Of course, your eyes had to get back to kendall's office to see what's he's doing now. oh! shit. That's when your eyes met, he was already looking at you, but you got nervous and now again got your eyes rapidly changing to see the computer once more; your face flushed straight away.

You tried very hard to seem like you were nothing but working. okay, i am now tapping on my keyboard that um...

graphic demostration:

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i am working, working mind.

You keep focusing on deceiving kendall; until your phones vibrates, and noticed you got massages from him. Your heart is pounding very fast.

hey sorry, i don't feel like raising my voice

could you come in here

You saw his messages and then looked up, he was waiting for you to come inside the room; you stood up, and couldn't help but to try to fix your hair in a discreet way; you opened the door and then closed it. "Yes, kendall, what's up" you smile. He was sitting at his desk thinking what to say. "did you, hear anything from inside here?". He seems to feel worried. "um... what did you talk about?". You played dumb, not interesting on having a conversation about your feelings; you hoped that kendall wouldn't realize you were lying. "oh, nothing then." You fake smile, hiding the fact you're relieved he didn't notice. "i am sorry about roman tho" he said generously. "oh yeah I get it, roman being roman" you chuckled, however you felt you were cringing yourself and immediately stopped laughing while trying to clear your throat; you felt awkward, when there was no need to feel like that. "Just so you know, if you want to talk about anything, im here." Kendall gave a big warm smile to you, and you smile back. "Well thank... you, I'll make sure to keep it in mind" You slowly start walking backwards towards the door to then shutter it in front of you, and getting back to your desk outside the corridor.

You really try to get back to work, but somehow you get distracted; you've been daydreaming a lot lately. With every word you type, something different comes to mind, about kendall; you can't deny the fact his eyes tend to shine when getting worried; he's usually not afraid to show his very nice grin to people when amused, really cute smile; he's nice and gentle, and he's... oh no.

You stopped writing, when you realized you had feelings for him. Actually you already knew about it, but didn't want to admit it, you're starting to not paying attention to what you're doing due to your feelings towards him. You could have a crush on anyone, but your boss?

that's fucking great

However, you got lost by his presence; you looked over his office, he was on his computer as well, you kept on gazing at him, you couldn't stop, your face was lighting up while unnoticeably smirking.

He then suddenly stands up and starts walking in a hurry, you of course had already started looking over your desktop before he would noticed.

He stopped for a brief moment. "hey, I'm going to the restroom if anyone asks" he then kept on walking. "yeah sure... oh and now you're gone." He didn't hear you say it, he really must've been in a hurry to that bathroom.

wow such a touching moment. You said to yourself in an ironic wat, already stressed out about how difficult this crush is going to be for you; you had your hands over your face, this is going to be tough.

"hey! um... where's our brother?" Asked roman with shiv by his side. You felt jumpy again, feeling caught; you put your hands away from your face. "oh yeah, he went to the restroom just now, what's up?." please don't say anything about me. "we have some newss..." Roman kept on looking around, then shiv suddenly asks, "were you, feeling okay?" oh come on now. You try to be unbothered by the sudden change of subject. "yes I am, Fine!" you intensely grin. "oh yuck you didn't have to go too hard on that fake smile." Roman states; and you then stopped smiling, tensing your lips, feeling annoyed. Then kendall finally comes back. finally he's here. You actually got happy to just see his face again, your eyes sparkle.

"Guys, 'sup?" stopping halfway, now they're all three right next by my desk. "we have something" Shiv informed him but with an exciting tone. "oh well let's go inside" Kendall tells them, by then closing the door.

Now all they all around together, kendall expecting exciting news. "so??" He asked them impatiently. "Stewie, he said yes, he's in" Shiv told him at last; both shiv and roman seemed very content, they were all smiling. "holy shit, okay! yeah!... we need to celebrate" kendall was amused by this. "fuck yeah bro" Roman said thrilled but kept his compose. "okay yeah we'll do something at my place tonight, something small." Kendall grabbed his phone, looks like he was writing people. "is your dirty secretary going too?" Roman couldn't stop on teasing him about it. Kendall already looked pissed off by the comment, by not furious, he was still rather happy. "Stop saying that roman, and by the way of course she's coming, she's an assistant." Both roman and shiv were slightly giggling, while kendall left his phone on his desk and decided to walk out to look for something, roman didn't follow him but kept on annoy him. "sure ken, don't forget your condoms!" Roman yelled, however he ignored it. "woah okay roman shut up" Shiv told roman, still finding it funny but trying not to be embarrassed by it.

Kendall was actually going towards you; he put his hands on top of your desk to notify you about tonight. "Hey so tonight we three were planning to have a little something to celebrate, let some of my associates know and be there with me." You were secretly delighted with this event, trying to be professional enough. You started to type on your phone. "yeah sure, you got it." You said to him while avoiding eye contact. He was about to head back in, but once again put his hands over your desk, you felt confused by the action wondering what was he going to say. "Please try to have a good time at the party, we can... both have a good time, yes?" you were stunned by his words, getting tongue tied. "y-yeah sure... I'll try to." You smile at him, and he then gives you that smile that you love so much, that warms your heart. "And well of course remember be there early to... assist" He jokes around a little bit, with a genuine laughing, and you laugh too.

It got you nervous, but you do in fact are going to have a good time.

continue.

[rxgirlie]

Magic In The Hamptons

Pairing: Lukas Matsson x f!reader

Summary: Lukas is shocked to see his new GC’s Instagram feed after she heads back home to NY for a week. (Heavily implied that reader and Matsson have NOT slept together... yet)

Warnings: literal phone sex, dubious content if you squint, mentions of alcohol/drugs, sexual themes, bodily fluids, etc. MINORS DNI!

Word count: 2033

Notes: absolutely no one requested this but I’m about to join the ranks of everyone else suffering from Matsson brain rot. I’ve been silently writing a fic involving Matsson/f!reader/Kendall and this is me testing the waters to see if anyone would even entertain the idea of reading it. This all unedited as well, so please look over any mistakes!

“Lukas,” Oskar bellows from across the room. Once again, he’s moonbeamed on edibles. The entire room is buzzing on something. Oskar holds his phone up, shaking it back and forth, “have you seen what your new counsel is posting on insta?”

Lukas looks around, quirking an eyebrow. “Should I have seen it?”

Lukas is quick to break away from the crowd of people surrounding him. Finding a small corner, he leans against the cool tile as he fishes his phone out of his pocket. He opens Instagram and there you are- happy and loose and alive. Something you hadn’t felt when you’d been in Sweden. He doesn’t take it personally. He knows it shocked your system when he asked you to come to Sweden to assist with the legalities of laying off upwards of a thousand people. With the WayStar acquisition and merger in its early stages, the both of you have been tense. Moreover, the sexual tension between the both of you seemed to hit an all time high before you were called back home for a family friend’s wedding. 

“Too bad she won’t let loose like that with all of us,” Lukas looks up at Oskar who peers over his phone and watches as he scrolls through the slides. 

 Amongst the curated feed, the newest post stands out from its tailored predecessors. Gone are the days of a carefully monitored feed. Gone are the days of Logan Roy. The first photo is innocent, it’s you and a group of friends clinging to one another. You're tanned, practically glowing, he notices. The next one is a panoramic of the estate he assumes you’re staying at for the wedding. The well curated lawn, hedgerows, and statues meticulously placed along the sprawling grounds screams ‘old money’ and a quick click of the tagged location lets him know you’re in The Hamptons. He’s back on the slides again as he thumbs over to the third photo. You’re lying back on a lounger by a pool. The smallest bikini covering the most intimate parts of you, with the rest on full display. The first thing he notices is the Jacques Marie Mage sunglasses you’re wearing. If he had exquisite vision and the capability of zooming far beyond anything an iPhone offers, he would be able to make out Kendall’s initials on the right sided temple. You’ve had them for years, an old pair Kendall had given you when you lost yours in the ocean. Things may have soured between you and Kendall but his sunglasses were your favorite amongst your precious collection. The most peculiar thing about the photo is the reflection in the lenses. Lukas zooms in further and sees, what he assumes, to be a man leaning towards you. He’s smiling down at you in an appetizing way. Like he’s going in for the kill. The next slide is a Live Photo of you letting smoke billow from your slightly agape mouth. Your eyes are glazed and slightly rolled back.  The first thing that comes to his mind is vivid. He imagines this is how you look when you cum. He thinks of his thumb on the crest of your tongue as he rolls his spit around your mouth with the pad of his finger, your doe eyes staring up at him as you come undone. He swallows the lump in his throat. He secretly wishes you were here with him. The next photo is of you sitting in a corner booth. The lights are dim, except for a small amount of candlelight spilling across your face from the centerpiece. There’s a man, someone he can’t place, sitting beside you. He looks like him. Same build, same profile. His face is brushing against your cheek, arms snaked tight around your waist. Your arm is wrapped equally as tight across his shoulders, your right hand tangled around his arm. He notices no one is tagged. No matter, he thinks, he will find out who he is regardless. The next photo stops him in his tracks totally. Your front is pressed against a marble wall, back completely bared for the photo, a slinky dress hanging off your waist. Your fingers splayed out in your hair, pushing it upwards, away from your face. You don a smirk. The one he wants to fuck right off your face. There's a small hint of a tattoo spanning the length of your right side. As much as he zooms, he’s unable to make it out. He wonders what you were thinking when the photo was snapped. Specifically, he wonders who took the photo. Without another word, he slides his phone deep in his pocket and takes off upstairs. He sits idly amongst the deep cushions of the couch spanning the wall of his bedroom before he slides his phone back out. He finds your contact with ease and initiates the call. 

It rings four times before he dejectedly pulls it back from his ear. 

“Hello?” Your sleep laden voice calls out before he can end the call.  

“What’s that tattoo on your side?” He sets off into the conversation. No need for formalities. 

You sigh loudly into the receiver, “it’s three in the morning, Lukas.” 

“Show me.” He insists. 

Another sigh leaves your lips. “It’s a sword.” 

You tell him. 

“I’m a visual learner,” he says lowly, “show me.”

Another loud sigh and he hears your phone being shuffled around. His phone vibrates against his ear and he slides it down, opening your highlighted name in his Notification Center. 

No face at all, just your left hand covering your breasts, right arm hovering above your form to snap the photo. Your stomach is partially bared to him from your position on your side with your lower half wrapped in a deep green down comforter. He pays attention to everything but the tattoo. 

It’s his turn to sigh now. 

“Did you fuck him?” You’ve begun to notice how his accent slips through when he’s turned on or worked up. This isn’t his first time getting riled up around you. You figure it won’t be the last either.  

“I did.” you admit. Lukas notices more shuffling from your end. 

“Tell me about it.” He pushes you further. There’s a certain longing in his voice. He lays his phone on his chest and taps the speaker icon as his hands come to rest on his hip bones. He pulls his cock free and it springs out, slapping against his belly, resting just below his belly button. He’s hanging on your every word. 

You inhale deeply. 

“We drove out to the beach a few days ago,” you tell him. “Just for a little while to get away from the wedding chaos. I climbed over once he parked the car and fucked him right in the driver’s seat of his Audi.”

A groan manifests deep from his chest. He has a firm grasp on his cock now, his pointer finger and thumb rolling over the swollen head repeatedly.

“You let him cum inside you?” His question comes out breathy. 

You chuckle lightly, almost sardonically, “I didn’t.” 

The phone is pressed tightly against your ear as you imagine what type of state he’s in. 

“Would you let me cum inside you?” He asks. You clench at the mere thought. His breath hitches and you can tell his hands are no longer idle. 

On the other line, he throbs viciously in his hand. He slows his movements as he waits for your answer, a tight grip around his thick base. 

“Do you want to?,” you suck in a gasp of air, “Is that what you’re thinking about?” 

“Yeah,” he breathes out, “it’s all I’ve been thinking about.” 

“Mmm,” you muse, “maybe if you ask nicely.”

“I don’t ask,” he growls out, “I take.“

Against your will, a light moan flies out of your mouth. The sheets are clinging to the edge of the mattress as you squirm and writhe around, squeezing your thighs shut for any sort of relief. 

“Yeah,” he questions with a tinge of a chuckle, “you like that?”

“I do,” you admit, “I thought about you the entire time I fucked him. I closed my eyes and imagined it was you.”

There’s no response to that. The only sound you hear is flesh on flesh. A slapping noise that echoes around the room and straight into the receiver. 

He’s working himself viciously on the other end. Thinking about you tight and slick around him, a silken vice, fucking you until you forget anyone else has ever fucked you. He imagines being deep inside you, filling you up to your belly, fucking you so good, you don’t walk right for days. 

“You like that?” It’s your turn to taunt him. 

“Yeah,” a murmur of a grunt slides out of him, “I am going to ruin you.”

You don’t doubt it. You anticipate it. 

You can tell he has met his end when a few strangled grunts pour out of him, followed by a dull, scratching sound reverberating from his side of the call. You hear him sigh loudly, chuckling as his voice comes back into earshot. 

“Dropped you.” He says with no indication of what has just transpired between the two of you. The casualness in his tone, as if you’ve both just spoken about the weather. 

You only laugh in response, squirming around in the bed, pulling yourself up to rest on the mountainous pillows.

“I am tired,” you whisper out, “still a little drunk.”

"Let me see you,” and before you can tell him ‘absolutely not,’ your phone vibrates with an incoming FaceTime from him.

You reluctantly answer, squinting briefly before adjusting to the light filtering in from behind his face.

“You look like shit,” he tells you and you laugh, nodding in agreement.

“When did you go to bed?” He asks and you glance at the time pinned in the corner of your phone.

“An hour ago?” You shrug, “if that.”

It’s obvious he is no longer paying attention to you, rather doing god knows what else on a different tab. You take the moment to glance at your reflection in the small window hovering beside his face. You’re missing an earring, your eyeliner has bled down onto your cheeks, and your hair is wild. You tuck the duvet further under your arms, making a mental note to search for the earring amongst the sea of sheets. 

And then he’s back, staring at you as you disassociate to the view out the french doors across from the bed. 

“There’s going to be a car there to pick you up at eight,” your phone vibrates with a text from him, “just sent you the details.”

You swipe down to see he has scheduled a meeting with you for later this afternoon.

“A meeting?” You groan, “The only meeting I want to have is with a pillow.”

He is up and moving now and you can tell by the new surroundings, he is in his bathroom. He has placed his phone down on the counter, crooked, and you watch as he grabs a tissue, wiping it across his lower stomach.

He shoves the cum filled tissue close to his phone.

“All for you, baby!” He maniacally laughs out. He takes his shirt off and tosses it haphazardly in the corner.

You grimace, turning the deepest shade of red. “You are disgusting.” You don’t mean it. In a sick way, you’re almost flattered. 

You inhale sharply, suddenly aware of what has transpired between the two of you. The gravity of the entire situation weighs heavily on you as you shift in bed.

“We can’t make this a thing.” You tell him, “there’s work to be done.”

“I know,” he assures you. He’s on the move again, only stilling when he plops down on his bed, “but the way I see it is either we fuck it out or we fight it out.”

‘And I don’t fight fair,” he continues, “and I know you don’t either.” He smiles at you knowingly.

“I will see you soon,” he says and you’re back on your home screen. You lock your phone with a groan and roll over. 

[shivroyspantsuit]

characters I’m going to write for!!!

(please keep in mind that I will only write female or nonmen readers, I will also write smut (It wont be a masterpiece though) fluff and angst, i’ll also write drabbles, oneshots, series and probably whatever else there is)

succession

Shiv Roy

Tom Wambsgans

Gerri Kellman

Stewy Hosseini

Kendall Roy

Roman Roy

+ most other characters

Greys Anatomy

Cristina Yang

Izzie Stevens

Callie Torres

Lexie Grey

Alex Karev

Addison Montgomery

Mark Sloan

Glee

•Quinn Fabray

•Mike Chang

•Tina Cohen-Chang

•Sam Evans

•Mercedes Jones

•Rachel Berry

Its always sunny

Dee Reynolds

Dennis Reynolds

Charlie Kelly

Misc

Jason Todd

Roy Harper

Dick Grayson

Bruce Wayne

Dina Lance

Diana Prince

Star fire

Wally West <3!

I might also write some star wars fics (the og 6 movies) so request those if u want!!!

also please keep in mind that I may not be the best writer as I am only just starting :)!

[wambsgansshoelaces]

Hi there! How are you doing? I just recently found your account and LOVE it! Thank you for sharing all your stories! I particularly loved the head cannons for clingy Roman and comforting Roman!

After reading the comforting Roman one, I had an idea for some more head cannons or a story (truly whichever you prefer if you want to write this idea). But maybe something along the lines of standing up to Logan somehow and defending Roman? Seeing him so hurt and vulnerable because of what his father said broke my heart and I definitely think he needs someone in his corner, privately and publicly!

Thank you so much if you do write something around this idea, but please don’t feel pressured to if it doesn’t spark any ideas. I hope you have a fabulous day/night! 💛

In My Corner

Roman Roy x Reader

Oneshot

this is literally the sweetest request I’ve ever gotten so it went to the top of my priority list. I’m doing okay, thank you so much for asking!! I hope you’re amazing <3 you don’t understand how much it means to me that you enjoy what I write and that you love it!!! it makes me so happy!!! any request or idea you have, I promise, will give me ideas. I’m so grateful I have people like you enjoying and reading my work!! It’s one in the morning for me, so I’m sorry I can’t make it longer… but enjoy! I love you rita, thank you for requesting xx

also just a general psa, if there’s never any specific pronoun/reader gender detail in the request, I’ll default to fem/female unless I can access your profile, to which then I’ll just use the requester’s pronouns/gender. enjoy!

Word Count: 2.181k

Married life was all you could’ve ever dreamed it would be. It was more.

Roman had surprised you with how quickly he’d committed to you and you solely. He’d told you, the night of your wedding, he knew you were it for him from your first official date. That even if you dumped him, hated him, threw him out, he’d be yours. He’d never remarry, he’d never even look at another woman.

You’re the only thing that brings light to his life. You radiate warmth into him. Being around you is being by a fire in the dead of winter up on Mount Everest. In quiet conversations in the middle of the night, the two of you tangled together in bed, he’d admitted he’d kill for you. Lie for you, commit crime for you, it was all the same to him. You are what brings meaning to his life. You’re an absolute in his world of probabilities. His anchor, his rock, the love of his fucking life.

Neither of you ever take off your rings. You’d both made sure to get metals that wouldn’t rust with water and had high durability just so you were never without them. If Roman was a shell of a man before he’d met you, he’s a god now.

Late nights at the office, he has a thing of chocolate for you clutched in his hands as an apology. Untoward women flirting with him despite his very obvious marriage (he endlessly speaks of you to anyone and everyone), his hand is on your hip, his lips on yours. You’re sick? He’s taken the day off to stay with you so you’re not suffering on your own.

On the off chance you both have days off and the energy, you’re out and about. Arcades, carnivals, anything so he can see you laughing and smiling and so fucking glowy. If you’re happy, he’s happy. You’re the most important thing in his life. In between your occasional excursions, he’s Googling how to beat carnival games, he’s practicing Flappy Bird, just so that when you do go out, and your eyes catch on a particularly cute plushie, he can get it for you and watch your face light up and feel the universe grace him with heaven.

If there was anything that came with being married that you didn’t like, it was his family. Maybe not Kendall, nor Shiv. Both were kind to you, and Connor didn’t come round anymore. You couldn’t blame him.

Roman’s your husband. You know him, you know what upsets him. And nine times out of ten, when he’s crying, it’s because of his father.

Usually so bubbly and relaxed, when he was upset, he was upset. He was unable to function. He ran to you like a moth drawn to light. He’d gone so long not knowing how to cope; you were only just now helping him learn how.

“Roman, where’s that cream sweater of yours?” you call out to him. He was washing his face in the bathroom, the two of you getting ready for dinner with his family. Waystar shenanigans, as he’d put it. But you knew that truthfully, it was deeper than that. More terse.

“Hell if I know,” he calls back.

“Then what’re you going to wear?”

“No clue.”

You tsk, instead crossing over to your side of the closet to pick out an outfit. “Just no weird color combinations, for fuck’s sake.”

“Whatever you want, baby,” he says, not bothered, strolling into the closet. He pinches the small of your back as he slides past you, going to look through his clothing. “What color are you wearing?”

“It’s going to be really cold, so I was thinking cable knit. Or should I just wear a turtleneck and slap a jacket over it?” You hold both options up, turning to face him. This was routine for you both. Strangely enough, he loved matching with you, and you both regularly help each other dress.

“You’re already shivering. Wear the sweater.” He comes to you, plants a kiss on your lips, then turns back and tugs his shirt off over his head. He manages to find another sweater, slipping it on. It’s the same color as yours, and even though he’s done this countless times before, your heart warms. Once you’re both ready, you’re in the car that was sent for you. You grip the bridge of your nose with your fingers, taking a deep breath as the car gently jostles you as you’re driven. Roman scoots over in the back seat, where you both are, so that your sides are pressed together. His hand slides over your thigh, rubbing gently. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” you say truthfully, dropping your hand and looking over at him. You smile, meeting his eyes. You adore him. It’s evident in your gaze, and it’s mirrored in his. “Just bracing myself.”

He leans over, kissing your cheek.

Roman grips your hand tightly as you go up in the elevator.

You stick a fake smile on your face and step out into the light to greet Marcia. She air kisses both your cheeks, then Roman’s, greeting you both. You both make your rounds, hugging, kissing cheeks. You pretend to steal Iverson’s nose, to his delight, and he runs to his father, tattling on you with a massive grin on his face. Kendall just smiles at the both of you, the exhaustion slightly lifting from his features.

You go say hello to Greg, who’s happy to see you. Out of all the Roys, save for your husband, Greg’s the one you got on with the most. You were both in the same situation. You were both considered outsiders, yet still apart of the inner circle, still concerned with all the plotting and scheming and drama.

He gives you a hug, and you duly note that Roman’s being taken aside by his dad. You turn your attention back to Greg, making sure to keep an ear strained for anything that might go wrong. You chat idly for a bit, and you get the sense that everyone in the room is doing the same thing you are. You can feel the tension slowly spreading. Something’s wrong. And if it’s not, it will be very soon.

It doesn’t take very long.

Logan’s voice is booming through the townhouse, and everyone gathered quickly silences.

“What do you fucking want me to do, then, Roman? Roll over and let you fuck me?”

You and Greg wince in unison. “Are they still arguing over whether they should sell?” he asks you quietly. Frown starting on your face, you nod.

Waystar wasn’t the only company the Roys had control over. There were conglomerates on conglomerates of other companies, the most problematic of the bunch causing massive monetary issues- among others. It was an ethical disaster, and the lawsuits were beginning to pile up on top of each other.

While the general consensus was that the company should be sold, and quickly, Logan was stuck in his ways and took it as personal offence. Specifically with Roman. You couldn’t even begin to make up some lame reason as to why. They’d gotten into countless arguments over it, Roman doing his best to convince his father that if this one company went down, it was going to take a lot down with it.

You give Kendall a look, and he pushes himself up from his seat on the sofa and follows the direction of their voices. Shiv follows shortly after.

At dinner, everyone is white knuckling their silverware. Under the table, you let your leg press up against Roman’s. His entire body’s taut, and he’s staring down into his plate. You eat silently, the chatter around you awkward. You and Shiv murmur to each other about a new restaurant opening up down the street, making unofficial plans to go together when you could.

Of course, the moment you’re feeling at ease again, Logan decides to ruin it.

“Roman, you want to tell the table how willing you are to stab your own father in the back? We can’t just not talk about it.” He chews before speaking again, voice ringing. “Don’t you think your wife ought to keep her eyes open?”

You bite down a retort, Roman bristling. “Come on, Dad. Don’t bring her into this.”

You’re silently hoping that Shiv, Kendall, anyone steps in. Points out how wrong this is. How hypocritical, just how fucking ridiculous it all is.

“You know what, Romulus? I’ve let you do as you please for far too long.” You look up from your plate, on the brink of shock. You just can’t fathom the idiocy. “It’s time the world knew that you’re a cheat, you’re a liar, and you’re fucking rotten to the core. It’s time you stopped showing your face around here, like your brother.”

Your husband opens his mouth, then closes it, flabbergasted. You can see the tears rushing to his tear ducts, you can practically feel the tightening in his chest.

That’s it. You can’t. You can’t fucking handle this anymore. You get up abruptly, your chair making a garish, grating noise against the marble floor. “He’s right. We shouldn’t come here anymore,” you say, voice steady and clear. Your voice is raised, your tone firm. “It’s time we left, Roman."

Logan drops his utensils, the silver clattering against the table. “What’s the hurry? At least finish up with dinner.”

The heat immediately rushes to your face, and you can’t suppress the anger anymore. “Are you fucking senile?” you yell, Roman quietly getting up to stand beside you. “Enough is enough. Stupid fucking Pyros and it’s stupid fucking issues! You run it like a prison, your profit is nonexistent, and it’s being sued by every law firm under the sun. There’s a right decision you can make, but your head is too far up your ass for you to even see it. Go ahead, let shit hit the fan! Let the entire fucking family fortune get snatched away from you because of one measly company! And by all means, bully Roman over it, despite the fucking fact that every single person in this room agrees with what we’re saying.” You’re the one bristling now, the words spilling out of your mouth. “We’re not coming back. I’m going to the press first thing in the morning. You’ve been doing too much for too long. You’re nothing more than a piece of shit, Logan. You wouldn’t know a good son if he fucking punched you. Fuck off. You don’t deserve someone like Roman.”

Roman’s out the door before you are. Face still flushed and adrenaline still pumping through your veins, Roman helps you into your coat, you grab your purse, and you’re out in the chilly New York air, waving your arm for a taxi.

The ride home is silent, his head leaning on your shoulder.

Back at home, you kick off your shoes at the door, your stomach still in knots. “I’m sorry,” you manage, watching him shuck his jacket off and toss it into the coat closet. “I should’ve… I should’ve kept my temper in control.”

“Sorry? Sorry for what?” He comes over to you, his hands going to cup your hips and pull you close to him. “You’re the only one that’s been in my corner. Ever. My entire fucking life. You deserve a fucking medal.”

You kiss him gently, quickly. “It just made me angry.”

“I’m going to quit,” he tells you lowly, hand coming up to your jaw. He strokes your bottom lip as he gazes at you. “I’m going to quit and we’re going to run off to whatever place is the farthest from here.”

You steal another kiss from him before responding. “Let me ruin his fucking life first, okay? Pretty please?”

He laughs, pulling you into a hug. “Oh, only since you asked so nicely.”

You’re both giggling as you collapse on the couch together, the dinner already forgotten. That’s how you know he was meant for you. Nothing mattered but him. The world could be burning around you, and Roman Roy could be smiling, and everything’d be fine because he was happy. That meant all was right in the world.

You cuddle up to him, his arm coming to drape over your shoulders. You hook your arms around his waist, tucking your face into his chest.

“You know,” he begins, “with corners and stuff, that’d make you a boxer. Or a wrestler.”

“Wasn’t that your analogy?” you ask, laughing lightly.

“Well, yeah. Doesn’t stop you from being a fuckin’ champion.” His voice wavers, the way it does when he’s on the brink of sleep.

“Fucking cheese ball. Go to bed.”

You both share a long, loud, laugh. It’s far too late at night for this. Apparently, his father was fucking nocturnal and only had meals past ten.

“You know you love it. You love me,” he murmurs groggily, barely still clinging on to consciousness.

“Yeah. I do.”

[call-me-little-sunshine84]

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?

[bleggmoe-blog]

CYCLE - succession fanfic

stewy hosseini x roy!female!reader

authors note: Guess I was tired of not having enough succession content. SO I decided on creating a fanfic of my own. LMAO. I’ve been jotting down ideas, trying to configure a original idea of my own. Trying to go for enemy to lovers type of ordeal? We will see! I hope you all enjoy it!

It had been an entire year since Maeve had seen her family. Aftering signing a modeling contract with Versace a few years ago, she had been working non-stop. Spending majority of holidays and birthday's with her friends. But due to some unfortunate circumstances, Maeve's  modeling career has been put into a sudden halt.

Flashing lights and screaming was heard while being escorted out of the airport. Despite her hooded disguise, fans and paparazzi swarmed around her like a swarm of sardines. Thankfully Trevor, her bodyguard managed to safely lead her toward the correct getaway vehicle. Despite the tinted windows and the safety of the car, her head remained low. Curling into her lap until the driver drove out of the vicinity.

"Miss. Roy? It's safe now."

"Miss Roy?"

"Y-yes—Thank you."  She croaks out toward her driver, peering at him through her luxurious sunglasses. But despite the frames resting upon her face, it could not mask her panic. Her face contorted, as her heartbeat thumped throughout  her eardrums.

Her driver carefully switched his attention from the road to the mirror. Watching the youngest Roy in concern as her clammy palm placed itself in the middle of her tightening chest. "Do you want me to drive you toward the nearest hospital?"

"NO ! No, thank you. I'm fine."

"The same route, then?"

"Yes."

Due to traffic and paparazzi, she was currently  late to her fathers birthday dinner. Although, she didn't entirely mind as it gave her time to recoup.

With a quick shut of the drivers window, Maeve did a complete wardrobe change. Changing from her hobo disguise into her signature old money wardrobe. A pair of suit pants, and her favorite emerald green sweater. Amidst buckling her belt, the driver announces her destination is nearing in a few moments. This allowed her to tie her long locks into a ponytail, apply last minute mascara. "Oh shit." She says out loud, in remembrance. Her hands quickly scavenging for anxiety medication.

As the car comes to a halt, Trevor is quick to pull open the doors. "Marcia called." He informs, arm out for needed assistance. "Of course, she did." She sighs out, smiling as she grabs ahold of his arm. "Thanks, Kev!" Maeve hollers to her driver, who waves before quickly shutting the automatic doors.

In NewYork Fashion, Honking and shouting is heard from the traffic behind. Which causes Trevor to hurriedly escort her aside, helping her onto the sidewalk, before escorting her safely  into her fathers residence. "She's waiting by the door for your arrival." Trevor informs, once they pass the doorman. "... And I can take this back to your apartment." He offers, grabbing ahold of her  duffel bag.

"You're amazing." She tells him, before kissing his cheek. Her phone vibrates through her pants, pulling her attention. "I've got to go—But, I'll send your paycheck in a few days." She tells him, nearing the ajar elevator doors while glancing down at her phone.

From: Kendall

Are you still coming?

She rolls her eyes. Immediately texting him back a response. As the elevator come to a close, she's welcomed with a few moments of silence.

Wait—

"Fuck!" She shouts out loud, once realizing she had forgotten about taking her anxiety medication. "Oh, fuck me..." She groans, eyes squinting in disbelief.

A pleasant dinging noise sounds off, halting her state of panic. Maeve freezes as the doors glide open revealing Marcia on the other side. "Maeve! Finally, you're here." She exclaims happily.

"GAH—I know, Im sorry! There was traffic..." Maeve quickly recovers herself, stepping out of the elevator to engulf the older woman into her arms. "That's NewYork for you." Marcia lightheartedly jokes, kissing her cheek.

"You look beautiful as always." Marcia compliments as they pull apart, hands still latched onto her own.

Maeve always liked Marcia, despite Shiv's own opinion. Finding the woman's touch warmer than her  mothers. One she wasn't afraid of. Sometimes Maeve wondered if that was the reasoning behind Shiv's discomfort. That a cold touch felt more familiar than a warm one.

"Vi? I didn't expect you to show." Suddenly Shiv's voice appears, causing the two to turn their heads in direction. She wore simple outfit, sweater and jeans. Very casual, unlike herself.

"Neither did I." Maeve responds, forcing a smile her sisters way. The three women all walked closer, stopping in close distance. There still remained some tension from before. As the sisters last conversation was far from a happy one.

"How've you been?" Shiv asks, almost as if she was forced. Her eyes held some sort of skepticism. All while her lips curled ever so slightly. It was obvious that Shiv found the question amusing. Considering the prior events that occurred for Maeve only a few days ago.

"Uh, hanging in there..." Maeve awkwardly trails out, her fingers now fumbling in front of her.

"You?" She quickly added, trying to remain respectful. Suddenly Tom walks behind her large smile, catching her attention.

Maeve always had assumed Shiv liked the bad boys. The rough & tough type. Motorcyclist. Actor. An international playboy, even. So when Shiv brought home, Tom Wambsgans... Well, It took everyone off guard. Like his last name, for instance—Maeve found him to be odd. Perhaps a little 'out there'. But she didn't hate the guy. Tom is a nervous wreck. But found him genuinely sweet. Because despite the years of the two being together, he still looked at Shiv with stars in his eyes. It was enduring. Something that her sister definitely looked over at times.

"Maeve! Hello!" He loudly exclaims, Interrupting Shiv from answering her sister question.

"Tom, Hey—How's it going?" Maeve asks, smiling at the annoyed expression of her sister.

"Great! Great!" His smile still remaining wide, beaming throughout the room. "Still kicking it with your sister. So it's all good. Life couldn't get any richer!" He laughs out, causing everyone to awkwardly follow along.

"Blink three times if you need help." Maeve whispers, jokingly. Which caused Tom to laugh a little too hard, earning an side eye from her sister. Maeve tended to avoid any conversations with Wambsgans. Finding that he not only spiked her anxiety, but found it created some turbulence within his own relationship. Due to Shiv's own fears & insecurities.

There was a moment of awkward silence. Which was luckily filled by Kendall's kids. Who ran past the group chasing one another in laughter.

"Hey, hey! No running!" Rava exclaims, quickly following the two. Upon meeting eye contact, the two exchange friendly smile.

"Vi! Oh my god, hey!" She exclaims, expressing a genuine smile. Out of everyone in this family, Maeve enjoyed Rava's company the most. She was kind, smart, and a great mother. Perhaps the only person Maeve trusted out of everyone in this penthouse. It was unfortunate that Kendall fumbled the marriage.

After exchanging hugs, Maeve looks around with furrowed brows. "Where's Ken?" She asks, to which she points toward the close off dining room. Loud giggling and stomps were heard upstairs, causing her to retract her attention.

"Sophie! Iverson! Sorry." She shouts, before quickly apologizing toward the group before following the mischievous children.

A random guy in a wind breaker walks into her peripheral. "M-Maeve, Hey! L-Long time no see!" He exclaims happily, engulfing her into a hug.

"O-Oh." She murmurs, awkwardly tensing at the strangers touch. She turns, eyeing Tom & Shiv in a state of panic.

He pulls away smiling, immediately taking notice of her confusion. "It's Greg." He laughs out, as if it were to ring any bells.

It hadn't.

"Our cousin." Shiv adds, finally deciding in helping her little sister.

"Oh—Oh my god. Hey!" Maeve stutters out in remembrance. Immediately hugging him again, this time more welcoming. "Yeah, I'm sorry—I barely recognized you. What's it been? 10 years?"

"Eight—But uh, who's counting?" He says, awkwardly laughing.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Greg—Get ahold of yourself. Stop gawking at her tits. It's my dad fucking birthday man." Roman announces, walking into the conversation.

"W-Wha—"Greg stutters out, eyes building out of his head.

"W-W-what? We all know you want to fuck her." He mocks their obnoxiously tall cousin, before rolling his eyes.

"She's my cousin, dude." Greg tell him, his tone screeching slightly.

"Cousins." Roman scoffs. "So what? I mean, come on. Half of America is fucking their cousins."

"You're disgusting." Shiv spat.

"Look, Maeve may not ever run the company. But dad will definitely make sure her award-winning tits will make Waystar cover-magazine." He comments, earning everyone in the group to look at him in disgust. After a few seconds of silence, he has the audacity to look confused.

"What? Oh, Come on! You know her tits recruit more employees into Waystar than any other commercial sponsor..."

"Birdie?" Their fathers voice appears, causing everyone to turn their attention elsewhere.

"Dad—Hey." She smiles, walking forward arms outward.

"You don't look a day over forty." She jokes before going in a hug despite his annoyed features. "Fuck off." He murmurs, pulling away with some sort of a smile.

"Hows... uh—business?" He asks awkwardly. Which only resulted in a stifled a laugh from her youngest brother. Maeve decides to ignore it.

"Uh good... Just glad to be able to finally relax & see everyone again."

"Your contract over?" He asks, taking Maeve off guard. It hadn't been discussed, but her manager hinted at the possibility of it occurring. "Y-Yeah... Hopefully I'm off to bigger and better things." She comments, trying to smile through the awkward silence.

"Oh. I brought you something." She trails out, immediately handing over the small bag in her hands.

"Ooo, is it underwear?" Roman jokes from behind, smirkingly. "You wish." She fires back in irritation as dad opens it, revealing the gift.

A snow globe with their family portrait inside.

"Wow, that's adorable. No wonder she took so long. She dropped by BrightStar on the way here." Roman sarcastically comments, earning a giggle from Shiv. Which suddenly strikes a cord in Maeve.

"Where's your gift, guys?" She asks, not missing a beat. "Right here." Roman says motioning to himself, amidst leaning on the couch. Maeve couldn't help but roll her eyes. She did not expecting anything less... Which is why, she hadn't bothered to question her sister. Knowing she'd have a similar sarcastic answer.

"Thanks, Birdy—It'll go on my desk." Her father says with a tight knit smile, before turning to it over to Marcia. "Now, where's Kendall?" He asks before waking off.

"There she is!" Connor shouts in excitement, causing Shiv to roll her eyes. "Who's birthday is it, again?" She sarcastically asks her boyfriend above a whisper.

"Conner." Maeve softly calls out, running into his arms. "Look at you!" He exclaims, lifting her up into the air as if she were still a child.

"Look the outcasts have finally been reunited." Roman comments, earning a smirk from Shiv.

"Hey. How've you been?" He asks, hand laying upon his sister shoulder. "I'm real sorry about the whole—"

"It's fine." She interludes, shaking her head as a way to dismiss the topic. But Connor continues, eyes full of pity.

"No, really. It must be embarrassing." Connor adds, earning laughter from their siblings. "Hey, guys. That's not cool." Connor says, eyeing them in scold-like fashion.

"Con, I'm—let's not talk about it. Yeah?" She points out, eyeing him tiredly. "Yeah, Vi." He rubs her shoulder again, in hopes to comfort her.

"Okay, everyone! Let's get a move out!" Their father announces, nearing the elevator doors. Maeve eyebrows furrow, turning toward her eldest sibling.

"Where we headed?"

"To the game."

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Upon exiting her fathers estate, they were escorted into one of the many tinted vehicles.

Since Maeve wanted to avoid being coup up with Shiv, she squishes herself into the already full vehicle. "There's no room." Kendall tells her, but she ignores him. "I'll make room." She insists, crawling over her brother.

"That doesn't seem very safe." Rava whispers over to her sister in law, who somehow seats herself in between the two. "It's fine—see?" She says, flashing a smile toward her niece and nephew.

"Yeah. Until we get in a car accident, and you go flying through the front window." Roman comments, earning a concerned look from Iverson. "Seriously?" Rava asks, immediately scolding Roman. "That's not going to happen." She tells her children, reassuringly.

"Whatever you say." Roman sings, his attention focused on peering out of the window. The car was now in drive, a silence lingering over the group. All that could be heard was the sounds of Iversons video game playing in the background.

Kendall's attention remained on his cellphone, not paying any mind to the people around him.

"How's work?" Maeve asks, but is only welcomed with silence.

"Ken."

"Wha—Are you talking to me?" He asks, finally looking up at his sister. She rolls her eyes, and turns to Rava. "Does he always play dumb?"

"I'm busy with things, Maeve—And it's fine." He responds irritatedly, clicking off his phone. As if it were to prove a point.

"You sure? You seem... stressed."

"He's always stressed." Iverson adds, his eyes never leaving his video game. Maeve weakly smiles toward the two children. She felt for them, knowing the difficulty of having an absent father. "Business is Business—Uh, you know... It's going." Kendall adds, noting his sisters concern.

"H-How's um, modeling?" He asks, hoping to bring her attention away from his children.

"How do you think it's going man?" Rome sarcastically asks, before leaning over to get in between the two. "...Her contract dropped her because Jason made her have a freak attack on the runway."

"They didn't drop me." Maeve corrects, her tone filled with aggravation.

"That's Not what the tabloids and news say..." Roman sings lowly, which caused her jaw to clench.

"Yeah, dude—Okay we get it." Kendall rushes out, hoping to defuse the tension.

"Well if that's true, then I guess you're still a spoiled rotten coke infested creep." She spat out, not able to help herself, squinting at him.

Roman immediately bursts out in laughter at her insult. "That all you got?" He provokes. To which she responds by shoving his face backwards.

"Okay! Can we not do this with the kids in the car?" Rava exclaims once realizing her children were witnessing the scene unfold.

"Crybaby."

"Asshole."

"Bitch."

"Dick."

"Whore."

—

Luckily for Rava and the children, the drive to the airport wasn't long. Immediately they are escorted out of their cars and toward the three sets of helicopters. Having enough of Roman & Shiv, Maeve remains by Kendall's side. Well—that was until her father ordered her to join him & Roman instead. "Come on, hurry up!" Her father shouts, causing her to verbally groan.

"Suck it up, buttercup." Kendall pokes, before walking off in the opposite direction. Now left alone, she quickly joins them.

Quickly she straps in and places the headphones over her head. Anxiety riddled within her as the helicopter began to take off, her palms tightly grasping onto the seat in reaction. It didn't help that Roman was in her vicinity, smirking at her reaction. Despite her fathers nickname, birdie came elsewhere. Although it was pretty ironic that Maeve absolutely loathed flying.

"I have a proposition, Birdie." Her father informs, pulling her attention away from her brother.

"Take a year in Shanghai."

"Dad—" She begins, only to be shut down and interrupted.

"You already have your bachelors—What's stopping you?!" He exclaims, causing Birdie to grip the seat tighter. It was difficult to think straight, let alone answer the question.

"Dad, look—I'm not interested in the company." She sprawled out, cutting the bullshit.

"You're sister isn't either—but she's starting to consider it." He points out, causing her to shake her head. "You might too."

"We're different people, dad."

"I know that!" He exclaims, almost insulted that she'd think differently. There was a pause of moment of silence, one that was full of tension.

"You're young, Meave. You wouldn't have to deal with the business aspect right away. Or at all, for that matter—We have people for that." Her father explains. Maeve couldn't even look at him, too busy digging her nails into the leather.

"You're sister... is withering away...." Logan trails out, catching his children's attention again.

"Oh god." Roman is the one to laugh out. Which only earns a glare from dad.

"....And far as I'm concerned. Shiv is incapable to pass down the business." Her father continues his thought. Maeve mentally cursed at the topic, knowing it would arise sooner than later.

"I think Iverson & Sophie will be more than capable to take the spot."

"I think what dad means is he'd prefer our business to remain in the bloodline." Roman points out.

"Do you want children, Meave?" Her dads finally asks.

"Uh, Well—I, maybe. I'm not entirely sure, yet."

She stumbles over her words, both thoughts and words combining at once. It also didn't help the fact that Logan was eyeing her down rather intensely.

"Are you lesbian, Maeve?" He suddenly asks, taking her by surprise.

"No, Dad. Oh my god. No? N-No, I'm not..." She stammers out, heat rising to her cheeks. Now everyone was eyeing her, including Romans step-daughter.

"I like men." I affirm them.

"So, what's the problem?" Her father asks, looking both confused and irritated.

"For starters, Im single..."

"That can be fixed."

"It's not that easy...."

"I'll arrange it. I know a few former—" Her father begins, only for Maeve to intervene.

"Dad—Look, thank you. For the... offer?" She trails off, confused at choice of her words.

"But?" He scoffs, rolling his eyes at the excuse

"But I spent two years of my life with a guy who publicly humiliated me..." She states, gently reminding the man of the fresh wound.

"Fuck Jason! He was a fucking airhead." He erupts in irritation.

"Dad—"

"He's a fucking faggot who bitch cries on screen for a living!" Logan continues on, shaking his head at the thought of the make bimbo.

"You shouldn't be crying over that idiot. I raised you better than that." He finished, pointing his finger at her scold-like. She tenses at this action. Knowing it had became one of her triggers.

"Im not crying over him." She murmurs under her breathe, only earning a glare her way.

"Anymore..." She adds, before fumbling her fingers.

"If someone fucks you over, you move onto something better."

"Better?"

"More attractive. More richer." He roughly comments, waving his hands for expression.

Those were great quality's to look in for a partner. But she didn't really care for it anymore. She had grown to realize those were perks. Love was essential, but in the end, she valued loyalty more than anything. But she remained quiet on the matter. Knowing her father would end up laughing in her face.

"I'm twenty five, dad. It don't think getting married would feel right." She points out, hoping to end the topic.

"What's wrong with twenty five?" He scoffs.

"I'd practically be a child bride." Maeve states, causing her father to laugh sarcastically, before face palming. "Jesus fucking Christ—both of my daughters are fucking feminists..."

"And liberal." Roman adds under his breathe, earning an glare from his youngest sibling.

"Dad, Twenty five is like—like the new eighteen... And I have so many years ahead of me. There's no need to rush things." She explains.

"Meave, are you aware of the age I turned today?" He asks, peaking over to eye his youngest.

"Eighty—Yes, dad. And guess what? You'll be hundred years old, healthy, and still be kicking everyone's ass." She continues, hand now placed on his shoulder. He sighs at her comment, knowing it was no use to continue this conversation further. Taking her hand in his, he eyes her for the last time.

"Will you at least consider it?"

"Of course."

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

request: smut, kendall roy, prompt - "Wanted this for so long."

<3

Me and You.

31. "Wanted this for so long."

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here if you're interested. my first time writing Kendall, and it's very overdue. can't believe I haven't written him sooner. also, this gif makes me feral.

Pairing - Kendall Roy x Assistant!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - smut!! + cursing

Word Count - 700

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

"I quit."

Kendall looks at you incredulously.

You'd barged into his office, fire running through your veins. You'd swung the door open, not bothering to knock. He'd been sat behind his desk, answering emails. You'd marched in, stood tall in front of him and said the words you'd been tempted to say for months.

"What?" he asks in disbelief.

"You heard me, Kendall. I quit."

You're expecting him to be mad. You're without a doubt the best assistant he's ever had - punctual, hard working, understanding. You stay late, run his ridiculous errands, comfort him when it all goes wrong. You know he needs you. He'd never admit it, but you know. You're expecting him to be upset, furious even.

So why is he smiling?

"Kendall, you heard me, right? I'm quitting."

"I know," he smirks. "I heard you."

"So why the fuck are you smiling?" you spit, rage bubbling up inside you.

"Because you don't work for me anymore," he explains. "Which means I can finally do this."

With that, he's standing up and striding towards you, large, warm palms cradling your face. He smashes his lips to yours, kissing you with fervour.

You throw your arms around his neck and press yourself into him, desperate to be as close as can be. His hands tangle in your hair, and you moan into his mouth when he tugs roughly. You retaliate by grabbing his tie and pulling him towards you, urgency fuelling your movements.

He dips his head and scatters kisses behind your ear, on your jaw, down your neck. He inhales deeply, breathing in your perfume.

"Fuck, honey," he murmurs. "Wanted this for so long."

"Me too," you whine, shaky fingers attempting to unbutton his white dress shirt.

"Yeah?" he asks arrogantly. "You've thought about this?"

"All the time," you whisper, practically trembling. He's unbuttoned your blouse, deft fingers coasting over your tits, squeezing and pinching.

"Tell me what you think about," he commands.

You're struggling to form words as you feel him tug your skirt down, underwear following suit. You're trying to undo his pants, but your brain is finding it hard to multitask.

Kendall grabs your hips and hoists you up onto his desk, papers be damned. He grasps your chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look him.

"Come on, pretty girl. Tell me what you think about and I'll give you what you want."

You take a shaky breath, hands fisting in his shirt that's now undone and hanging off his shoulders.

"You. I think about you," you begin. "Your mouth. Your fingers. Think about you bending me over your desk."

"Fuck, honey," he groans, unbuttoning his dress pants with more urgency. "I'll bend you over it next time, okay?"

Next time. Your core clenches at the thought.

"You ready for me?" he asks, but he knows the answer. He can see you dripping slick down your thighs.

Kendall slides into you with such ease, it should be embarrassing. You're too fucked out to care.

He sets a frantic, insistent pace, slamming his hips into yours with vigour. He's dreamt of this for so long that the real thing is almost overwhelming. He's quite convinced he's floating.

"God, you feel like heaven," he groans.

"So good, Ken," you whine. "Please, please, please."

"Please what, baby?" he teases, smirk plastered on his handsome face.

"Please don't stop. Don't stop, please, Kendall."

"Wouldn't dream of it," he breathes. "You close, honey? Can feel it."

"Yeah," you whimper. "So close."

Kendall moves the hand that isn't roughly holding your hip to circle your clit in slow, languid circles. Your hips cant up, your back arches, and you surrender to your climax, pulling Kendall over the edge with you.

You're both panting, sweat dripping down your backs. He rests his forehead against yours, grin painted across his face.

"What are you smiling at?" you tease, smiling along with him.

"Just thinking about how we're gonna do this everyday."

"Everyday?" you question.

"Oh, yeah. I'm never letting you go, honey. It's me and you, now."

"It's always been me and you, Ken," you grin.

"Me and you," he echoes.

Me and you.

[bubblyani]

Anything & Everything

(Kendall Roy x Reader)

A Kendall Roy (Succession) One Shot

Genre: Angst, Fluff.

Author’s Note: The thought of writing anything for this masterpiece of a Show  by the great Jesse Armstrong, was never my initial intention. But damn! Kendall Roy really made me do this. And this is one of many. This is simply me trying out writing for another new fandom. Most importantly, just another fan finding in comfort on behalf of our sadboi and ourselves. I did my best. Enjoy! P.S: Special thanks to bestie @tammykelly​ for the constant encouragement. And Happy Succession Season 3 Soundtrack Release Day!

What could it mean?

If you could do anything and everything in all your power, on behalf of those your heart warmed for, what could it mean? If you could grab that possibility, just to catch a glimpse of the twinkle in their eyes again, what could it mean?

And when your heart ached deep when that possibility seemed impossible, what could it mean? That query was all that you could wonder at that very moment, as you looked over your right shoulder. Just to glance upon him.

Kendall Roy. Silence. In fairness, there was an ample load of it in the car between the two of you. In general, you were never bothered with it. Perhaps, your mind changed due to an accumulation. An accumulation of one too many silences, finally reaching a tipping point. Too many silences which were never intentional. The silence was broken when the leather seat creaked as you re-crossed your legs. Feeling the viscose material of ribbed dress, you took a deep breath before looking out the window. Never forgetting he was there.

New York at Night, it always intrigued you. Passing skyscraper lights were all a glimmer. They were the false stars that replaced the barely visible real ones in the barely visible sky. Could it be that it was the actual sky that dared to glue itself into the landscape of this great city?

You smiled to yourself, and it was a sad one. It would be sad when you could not share it with him. It would be a pity when you did not hear him laugh at poetic you were at that moment, but then subsequently tell you how cool he thought it was.

Next Song! That’s your next song. Boom! His imaginary jovial voice rang in your head with such clarity, the image of him flashed in your mind, on a rampant mission to convince and be present at your studio. Indulging in your music, he would wear that prideful look on being the first to listen. You imagined it all.

For he was far from it at that very moment.

Sighing, you looked back at him. Sitting across the other end of the car, there he was, silent. His expression unreadable, yet you sensed it to be somewhat familiar: broken. You shook your head. Broken, that was a term you despised using to describe him. Just the mere thought of it disappointed you. You were compelled to curse yourself. How dare you label your dear friend as such?

Yet, he certainly was getting comfortable with the concept of broken. How could one not be? With his own accumulation of unfortunate events of late: False Rumors of Drug Relapse, coupled with unreliable Business Deals gone awry, loss of Corporate partners, and not to mention a failed Acquisition deal that took place tonight. It was the final nail to the coffin that Logan Roy utilized to confirm his disappointment of his son, which was not anything unusual.

Sticking your nose into this business was never your intention. It was an innocent wish, to surprise him at his office that evening. Only then did you find out. The tiring attempt to hide the champagne bottle you bought from him would have been a failure if not for Jess. Thank goodness for her. For you did not have the heart to inquire what on earth had turned his face pale, and what caused him to look as if the earth had swallowed him whole.

Safe to say, you longed for nothing more than to disappear and leave him alone, without subjecting him to further embarrassment. Yet, here you were, accompanying him in his car as Fikret was driving you home.

You felt burdensome, even more so a responsibility. In truth, you felt useless. For there was Kendall, your trusted friend seemingly going through hell, and there you were, not doing anything about it. Sure, you may have befriended him only a few months back. Yet, it did not hold your heart back from feeling heavy, simply by the sight of him. Heavier it was tonight. Why? You took a deep breath:

“Hey..” you said, “…where you off to, Ken?” He looked at you. Sincere eyes meeting sincere eyes threw Kendall Roy off his pensive state. “Oh...uh, I uh-” he chuckled in slight embarrassment, bowing his head slow.

And not answering any more. This, brought your concern. “Hey, hey…” you inquired once more, “you sure you’re okay?”

“Uh, yeah yeah, sure” Kendall mumbled, averting his gaze by looking at the window. “Hmm…” a thoughtful hum left your lips as you lifted yourself up, “Somehow I don’t believe that. But anyways…” Kendall appeared surprised when you cozied up next o him, , “Anyways, I’ll be here , okay?” you said, placing your head on his shoulders. Hugging in a car was always awkward, thus wrapping your right hand around him seemed the valid option. A side-hug, more like.

And once again, silence took center stage for a few seconds. Until you spoke:

“I know we never really got around to talk about the deeper shit going on in our lives ….” you murmured so that only Kendall could hear, “…maybe cause we didn’t need to till now but ...” you paused, “but seeing you like this, tsk!” sighing, you continued, “ I don’t feel good Ken. I hate seeing you like this-” You froze. When you felt his head rest over your own, finally. It did not take long for you to hear him sniff, possibly fighting tears. Thus, it did not take long for your own heart to break. Oh, Kendall! How much are you hiding inside? You wondered. When will you relieve yourself of this pain and be free? Impatient you were, yes. But patient was what you were willing to be. For him. But what could that mean?

Kendall sniffed once more. “Oh Ken…” you whispered, your left hand reaching up high as your concern did. But instead of an embrace, your hand ended brushing against his shirt. Awkward.

“Oh-sorry-” Only Kendall grabbed your hand, keeping it right over his chest. More importantly, over his heart. Why did something so simple, feel so intimate? It did not take long for both of you to gaze upon each other. “Thank you. I-” pausing, Kendall took a deep breath “It means a lot coming from you” A soft smile appeared on your face, “Of course…Anything for you” “It’s just that, there’s lot of shit going on…between me and Dad, I-” He said, “It’ll mean- it’ll mean the world if I could- you know…” he paused once more, “…talk to someone…” “Well…let me be that someone. You can definitely talk to me” You said, with no hesitation, “anytime…always…” you whispered, just as your hand leaving his back to rest on his face. Your fingertips were as gentle as they could be, caressing his cheek. For in that moment, it was as if your fingers caressed flower petals. So gentle. You did it with the utmost care, the utmost focus, as if you’ve discovered the most precious being on earth. As if he was the most precious, to you. Only then did it dawned on you. And that certainly was when it dawned on him. The softness of his crisp, white Armani shirt stood furthest from your thought, when his heartbeat increased all the sudden, similar to yours. The air between you finally began to thicken. “I-I…” you began taking your hand away, “I’m sorry-” “Don’t…” Kendall begged, as he kept your hand back on his cheek once more. This brought you disbelief. This. This was true unfamiliarity. Something rare to take place between you both. So much so you could even hear your own own breath, out loud. What mountain needed moving? You’d move it, if you could. Just to see him smile. Just to indulge in his eyes brighten and his face loosen. Oh! What would you do for him? What wouldn’t you do for him?- But wait, why all the sudden did your cheeks heat up? When his eyes landed on yours, why did butterflies fill your stomach? When his hand never let go of yours- HONK! The car hit the brakes, suddenly coming to a stop. Loud horns of different keys erupted outside, invading the atmosphere. “Looks like a jam” the chauffeur said, “Sorry, Mr. Roy. Sorry Miss. I’ll go check”   “Thanks, Fikret” You muttered, hearing the door open and close. For your eyes could not bother to follow. Your eyes did not bother to notice the man swim his way through the lines of  vehicles ahead, amidst the angry drivers cursing and waving their fists. No, your eyes did not bother. Not when they were lost, completely lost in Kendall Roy. Looking deep in to his very own, you were certain you would be able to read him in time. “How are you now?” You whispered, “Feeling better?” “Uh huh…I am” He whispered back, as his thumb rubbed against your hand, slow. You gulped when he had the audacity to sit up, bringing his face closer to yours. Less than a few centimeters. When breathing began to syncopate, you shivered. Was this the same man you would tease and joke about women and dating? And now? Now look at you! Speechless! Like a damned fool.

This presence between you two, so magnetic. Why must it be so evident now? Why were you almost losing control of your limbs? Why were you burning up, about to burst into flames? Gazing upon his face, why did every inch of it deemed praiseworthy? Why was so beautiful like never before? You gasped when his nose brushed against yours. Sending chills down your spine.

“Tell me if you want me to stop” he breathed, looking at your lips. “What if I don’t want you to?” That was all you could. utter, before Kendall swooped in for a kiss.

The soft union of your lips with Kendall’s, established a safe space. He was gentle, as if he was familiarizing himself around this new territory. When confidence was met, it provided you both with security to unveil it all. The seemingly pent up passion. The new found addiction. Goodness gracious! Kendall’s kisses proved you never knew was true addiction was, until then. It intoxicated you, it energized you. Boosting your senses to lift yourself up to straddle him. As you held him tight, kisses were permitted to cross the land of intensity. Leaving the lips to roam free, entrances to open and explore until tongues could couple up and dance. When soft moans erupted between the two of you, that was then you realized. This was all that you had longed for. Even the many times you shared with him. This was what you sacrificed by stowing it away for the sake of friendship. A desire you stowed with much strength every time you conversed. Every time he did not fail you by showing up almost every important event in your music career. A very strong desire that was stowed. To kiss him quick, to kiss him hard. To hold him tight, to hold him long. To open up your mind, body and soul-

The car door opened, forcing you to jump to your seat within half a second. “Some fellas had gotten into a fight. All good now, Mr Roy” Fikret said, getting in. “Thanks, Fikret” “Thank you, Fikret” 
Replying in sync, you both began to clear throats as the car began to move once again. Jam cleared, ride smoothened. All seemed alright. But not your mind. What on earth just happened? Fingers began to drum on your lap in a mindless fashion, giving rhythm to your chaotic mind. Chaotic due to a clash of emotions: Outraged that time resumed to back normal speed. Devastated to break free from his arms. More importantly, starved out of your goddamned mind. An unfinished song or a book? You could finally relate. Shy, you stole a quick glance at Kendall. How was he handling this? Only to find him stare back at you, ever so constant. Chaotic, confused. But most of all, you were filled with embarrassment-

“We’re here, Miss” Fikret announced, as soon as the car came to a stop. Staring at the tall apartment building, you were also staring at your reality. Along with a terrible realization.

“Uh huh…great” Kendall began- “Thanks Fikret-” “But actually we-” “Goodnight Ken”

Faking a smile, you leapt out of the car in a flash. And as the car started to move before you, that smile disappeared. And you felt the world crashing down. Turning away breathing deep, the New York chill got to you shivering more than ever.

Sure, you were home. Yet, you stood there before the building, lost in thought. To the point even the doorman was confused. Exhaling deep, you closed your eyes.

That moment with Kendall. Oh, it was a moment worth remembering for years to come. A moment you’d treasure in the depths of your heart.

Yet another part of you was enraged: What on earth were you thinking? Why did you let that happen? Could it be that you were taking advantage of this poor man’s vulnerability? Did you by chance stain his wonderful friendship? Were you to become just like the other women that had come and gone in his life, only to be a fading memory? Should you have thought wiser? And never let these feelings come to light.

The mere thought of never hearing from Kendall Roy caused your to take short breaths of concern. Tears almost began to well up, even that nose of yours began to itch.

Until you heard your name, called out loud. You spun around. To see Kendall running over to you.

The sight of him approaching you, brought you shivers. But simultaneously, it brought you warmth. Dear god, who was this man? And why did he hold you on the palm on his hand?

“Ken?-I-” “WHY DID YOU LEAVE? I wanted to talk to you”

He panted, upset. As if the one and only thing that mattered, had slipped out his grip for life. For a second, you were simply speechless: “I’m sorry but I-” you blurted out. Sighing, you began, “I didn’t want you to do anything you’d regret”. A scoff could not be helped, “Seeing you like that, there was nothing more that I wanted than to comfort you. To be there for you. And look what I did?” You shook your head, “Gosh! I’m such a terrible person-”

“Well, what if that was what I needed?” Kendall said, making you pause, “And what if YOU were what I really needed? All this time? Why did you think I wanted to drop you home after all that happened?”

You were in complete disbelief of what was said. Yet, that did not change any of it. And this time Kendall scoffed, “With you, I could…I could breath normally, with you I could be myself. W-with you I cou-”

Your passionate kiss interrupted him, which he welcomed with open arms. Cupping his face, you kissed him as if to apologize, you kissed him as if to comfort him. As his hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer, you kissed him as if you wanted to confirm. That it was he who warmed you once more, that it was he who eliminated your starvation. With foreheads pressed against one another, the kiss was broken off with reluctance.

“This-” you breathed, “Uh huh?” “-is a lot to process” you said, running your hands through his hair, “For both of us, I think” “Uh huh…Yeah” with a frantic nod, he agreed. Who knew a kiss could drug you? “I mean, think about it” you scoffed, “Isn’t this crazy? One day we were trying to set up dates for each other, and not to mention me desperately trying to set you and Rava up again-and now…THIS? This is fucking nuts-why are you laughing?” You could not help join in Kendall’s chuckle.

“Maybe…” Kendall began, as the chuckles died, “…this is what it is…An eventuality?” “Maybe…Yeah” you nodded. Perhaps, no matter how much you both have attempted to get away, this would have followed you as a shadow would. When Kendall accidentally brushed his nose against yours, a hum of pleasure was all that you could release. To his silent delight.

“I know…” He said, holding your hands, “I know this is fast-” “You mean “I know this is so-Kendall?” “Fuck you!” “Hahaha! Sorry..go on”

Opening his mouth, Kendall paused. Before he continued, “Whatever… this is…I-I don’t wanna lose this” he said, “This right here…This is good for me, ya know?”

You nodded, “And I’m not going anywhere” you whispered with a smile, as his eyes caught yours on hold, inaudible promises made to each other’s souls, before a soft kiss sealed it all. It happened, and all to your disbelief. Was this real euphoria?

Loud squeals of excitement, and hearty laughter erupted when Kendall scooped you in and spun you around with joy. Enough joy to infect the entire neighborhood.

What could it mean?

If you could do anything and everything in all your power, on behalf of those your heart warmed for.  If you could grab that possibility, just to catch a glimpse of the twinkle in their eyes again. When your heart ached deep when that possibility seemed impossible. 
 By the end of the evening, it was crystal clear what it meant.

Simple. You were in love.

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A/N: Nothing canon specific mentioned cause that was not the main point here. I hope you all enjoyed it. Thanks so much for reading. Lemme know if you wanna see more.

[beebeetheclown]

Hey girl hey! I love your writing sm. I let my hormones take over and got this idea.. oops. I would love a story about where Kendall and reader (or female character) do it in a tall building in front of a huge window with the city down below. I just think it would be so hot lol.

Omg hi! Thank you for this request I love the idea :) Hope you enjoy <3

Working Late

One Shot: Kendall Roy/Reader, F/M

Warnings/tags: Contains smut, Kendall Roy x Reader, Kendall Roy x You

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As much as you wanted to enjoy your night with having a hot chocolate and watching a movie alone, you were falling behind at work recently and needed to catch up. You currently were working at Waystar as an assistant. It was stressful at times, with the crazy Roy family losing their shit from time to time, other than that, the job wasn’t too bad.

You had paper work to fill out and sign by the end of the day. Your day was busy, you only managed to get it done now, at 10 pm.

You wanted to hand it in before the morning though, just to be safe from possibly getting in shit for handing it in late. You weren’t sure if anyone else would be in the office so late but it didn’t matter if anyone was there or not because you had your own set of keys. All you needed to do was go in quickly and drop your papers off then head back home. Easy.

When you arrive, at first the place is quiet. You made your way into the elevator and up into the main office rooms. When you arrive, you realize the main door is unlocked, meaning someone either forgot to lock up or someone was still here. You walk in and it’s almost dark everywhere except you notice one of the office lights is turned on.

You try to just ignore who ever was there, you didn’t feel like making conversation or letting anyone know you were coming into the office now to take your papers in. You make it to your work station and place your papers into the folder. When you turn in the lamp, you hear a voice coming from the other lit up room.

“Who’s that?” They call.

You freeze, “it’s uh just me.” You say awkwardly.

“Y/n?”

“Yes.” You admit.

You turn around as you hear footsteps and see Kendall Roy standing outside of his office.

“What are you doing here so late in the night?”

“What are you doing here?” You reply back.

He smiles a little, “doing work. you’re handing in your papers, aren’t you?”

Kendall was technically your boss. You didn’t know how to respond. You weren’t sure if he was going to be angry with you.

“Yeah, maybe.” You say quietly.

“Well good. You’re smart for bringing them here before the meeting tomorrow morning.”

“Yeah, I.. just like to be prepared.” You say awkwardly. You always felt awkward when talking to Kendall.

“Well, have a good night. I should uh, get back to my shit.” He replies.

“Why are you working so late?”

He sighs, “I have a lot of stuff to deal with.”

You could tell something was bothering him, he was upset and angry about something.

“Like what?” You dare to ask.

“Stuff that is too fucking hard to think about.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, it’s fucking pointless. Everyone here tells me different fucking things of what I should and shouldn’t do. People have told me different opinions on this thing I’m working on and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“Well, I think maybe you should just.. do what you think is best you know? They let you work on it, so you should be able to choose what you want.”

“You don’t understand it though honey,” Honey. He’s never called you anything like that before, not anything even near it. He’s only ever called you by your name. “People here aren’t on my side. That’s why everything I do is bullshit.”

He was upset now, he was showing it and he didn’t care. He just needed to rant it out to someone, you were the one there to listen to it. You didn’t mind it.

“I don’t think everything you do is bullshit.” You say.

“No?”

“No, to be honest, I think you’re the smartest out of all your siblings.” You say. You did just want to make him feel better about himself, but you weren’t lying, you really did believe in that thought.

A smirk appears on his lips, “you think?”

His deep voice was making you feel like your heart had dropped to your stomach, you didn’t know if it was because of how late it was or if you were actually starting to become attracted to him, either way, you wanted him.

“Yes.”

“Come here, give me hug.” He suddenly says. You just look at him and freeze in place, “fuck sorry, never mind. It’s stupid,”

You don’t let him continue his rambling and walk over to him and wrap your arms around him. It takes him a second to wrap his arms around you. You stay like this for a while until you feel that he was hard.

“Uh, Kendall?” You say shakily before pulling away.

He immediately knows what you’re talking about, “fuck. Sorry, I’m sorry. It’s just,” he can’t finish his sentence.

“It’s ok.” You reply. You pick at your nails and look at the floor, “it’s kind of hot.” You blurt out quietly. You immediately regret what you just said, he was your boss. What were you thinking? You had never felt like this with him before, sure you thought he was attractive, but you never actually took action on letting him know that.

You look up at him, nervous to see what his reaction will be. He’s smiling.

“Yeah?”

He didn’t even realize it himself, but when he felt upset over something, he always got more desperate to fuck someone. Like he needed to forget about it all and just fuck all of his problems out. He needed to hear the whimpers fall from a girls lips of how good he was.

“Yeah.” You reply softly.

“Look at you, coming into the office late just to flirt with your boss. How professional.” He teases.

“You’re the one with the hard on. You’re hard for your assistant, how professional is that?”

“Let’s just agree that we are both very unprofessional right now.”

“Fine, we are both very unprofessional.”

He brings his fingers to play with yours, you don’t pull back, you let him begin to intertwine your fingers together.

“Are we going to continue being unprofessional or are we going to be good people and follow rules?”

“I don’t know, the first option sounds kind of better.” You didn’t know what you were doing, you knew sleeping with him would probably end of having negative feedback and distract you from work. You didn’t care, you couldn’t just go home now, you were practically dripping.

“Yeah, I think so too.” He smiles.

The truth was, the two of you weren’t really thinking, you both felt tired, stressed, overworked and horny. Both of you hadn’t slept with anyone for a while, so that made things worse.

He suddenly kisses your lips, it’s a long kiss. You kiss him back, slipping your tongue in his mouth. You continue to kiss him roughly as he pulls you with him into his office. He shuts the glass door behind you even though it wouldn’t have mattered, the walls around you were glass and there was no one else around, it was just the two of you and the big city below you.

He pushes some things off of his desk and lifts you up so you’re sitting on it. He spreads your legs immediately. If you knew that this were going to happen, you would have worn something better, something prettier, better lingerie. But that didn’t seem to really matter, because he wasn’t focused on what you were wearing, he just wanted it off and on the ground. As your shirt is now off, the both of you work and removing his fancy jacket and his button up that was underneath. As soon as it’s halfway undone, he can’t continue and kisses you again. As soon as he unclips your bra, he pushes you down so that your back is now fully on his desk. He works on finishing undressing himself now. You become impatient and begin to bring your hand under your pants and touch yourself. Everything was moving so fast.

He still has his shirt on but it is half way undone, with his pants and boxers down almost to his ankles, he couldn’t wait any longer to finishing undressing and immediately pulls your hand away from yourself. You sigh out at the feeling of your fingers leaving you. He holds your hand down, pinning it onto the desk. You take that as a hint to leave your hands at your sides. He lifts your hips and takes off what’s left on you.

“Stand up.” He says lowly. You obey quickly, it was embarrassing, you would do anything he would tell you to do without hesitation. When you stand, your faces are close together. You swallow nervously and look up into his eyes. He just looks at you and tucks your hair behind your ear, admiring how beautiful you were before he turns you around so your back is towards him then he pushes you down so your stomach was now on his desk. He makes you spread your legs out again. His tip near your entrance made you sigh out.

“Look out my fucking window,” he says. Taking your hair in his hand, “you’re going to let all the fucking people out there know how you let your boss fuck you right here on his desk.”

You can’t reply with words, you just moan out at his words. You hear him tear open a condom. You knew now that this was really happening, that you were bent over your boss’s desk, allowing him to fuck you, no matter how wrong it probably was.

You feel his hands find their way to your hips. “You want this?” He asks to make sure that you really wanted him.

“Yes. I want it Kendall.” You breathe out.

“Good.” He says before he thrusts into you. He was definitely fucking his feelings out, his hips drove into you hard right from the beginning, giving you basically no time to adjust to him.

You can’t help but moan out at how good it felt. You didn’t care at how he was letting all of his anger out on you, you wanted him to. You wanted to help him let go of all of his anger and stress out into you.

He thrusts into you harshly a few more times before grunting and pulling out to pull your hair to make you stand up again. He turns you around and sets you down onto his desk, spreads your legs and thrusts into you again. You throw your head back and before coming back to kiss his lips. He puts his weight on you to push you down so you lay back down onto his desk. His lips don’t leave yours as he continues to fuck you.

“Let everyone in the fucking city hear you. Hear how slutty you are for letting me fuck you.” You cry out and wrap your legs around him. “There you go. Say my name, please. Say my fucking name honey.”

“Ken, fuck Kendall.” You manage to moan out.

He swears under his breathe, “again, say it again.” Hearing his name fall from your lips made him close to the edge. It’s exactly what he needed to hear to make his night stress free.

“Kendall.” You say, calling it out louder than before.

“Fuck, I’m going to-“ he begins. He does his best to last a little longer, so he can allow you to finish with him.

You were close as well though, so he doesn’t have to wait much longer before you’re clenching around him, letting pleasure come over you. You’re arching your back and have one hand gripping onto his shoulder while the other grips the edge of his desk. You hadn’t ever came so fast in your life, not even when you touched yourself.

He follows immediately after you, pausing inside you as he spills into the condom. As the both of your highs come down, you whimper out and relax your body. He pulls out of you and you immediately feel empty again, almost like you needed him again.

You sit back up and hop off his desk, standing up the best you could. It was quiet now, there was just the sounds of the fabric of your clothes being put back on and the sounds of your heavy breathes. The both of you didn’t really know what to say now that you were back in a normal mindset.

“I guess I’ll um, see you tomorrow.” You say, breaking the silence.

“Uh huh yeah, see you uh, see you tomorrow.”

You give him an awkward smile before stepping out of his office, heading for the exit door. It felt as if your mind was spinning, you couldn’t believe that what just happened actually happened. You wondered how he felt, you hoped it was a good feeling and not a bad one. You knew for a fact that it was a really bad thing that you just did, but it was definitely worth it and you would most likely do it again. You were wondering if he was feeling the same.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Youvebeenlivingfictional Kinktober 2022

I’m participating in Kinktober 2022 this year using this list by the phenomenal @absurdthirst​ . If you'd like to be tagged, please leave a comment on this post or send in an ask.

Day One - Diego Jimenez x Reader.

Warnings: Exhibitionism, gun play; grinding; one light slap

Day Two - Nathan Bateman x Reader

Warnings: Voyeurism; toy use (dildo); overstimulation; oral sex; cursing

Day Three - Steve Rogers x Reader x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: Cursing, spanking, one (1) pussy slap, handjobs, blowjobs, piv, spitroasting, threesome, unprotected sex, cumplay, Dom!Steve, Switch!Bucky, Sub!Reader

Day Four - Layla El-Faouly x Reader

Warnings: Nipple play, biting, grinding

Day Five -Josh Lyman x Reader

Warnings: Kitchen counter sex, spit as lube, piv, unprotected sex

Day Six - Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x Reader

Warnings: Sex work; lingerie; reverse cowgirl; piv; unprotected sex; accidental fluff and angst; this one also wound up being way longer than I expected it to be

Day Seven - AOS!Jim Kirk x Reader

Warnings: Shower sex; oral sex (male and female receiving); fingering; piv; unprotected sex

Day Eight - Jonathan Levy x Reader

Warnings: Begging; phone sex; the fellating of a lollipop; masturbation; subby Jonathan

Day Nine - Benoit Blanc x Reader

Warnings: Fingering; rimming; oral sex; anal sex; unprotected sex

Day Ten - Duncan Idaho x Reader

Warnings: Fingering; slight sensory deprivation; unprotected sex; size difference; choking

Dany Eleven - AOS!Leonard 'Bones' McCoy x Reader

Warnings: Frottage, smooching, fingering, handjob

Day Twelve - Duke Leto Atreides x Reader

Warnings: Cock warming; riding; desk sex

Day Thirteen - Benny Miller x Reader

Warnings: Masturbation; phone sex; scent kink

Day Fourteen - Orlando Oxford x Reader

Warnings: Glory hole; piv; unprotected sex

Day Fifteen - Santiago Garcia x Reader x Frankie Morales

Warnings: Cuckolding; facesitting; oral sex; dirty talk; piv; unprotected sex; cumplay; implied bi characters

Day Sixteen - Angel Reyes x Reader x Bishop Losa

Warnings: Oral sex; unprotected sex; piv; anal; double penetration; cursing

Day Seventeen - Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: Pussy slapping; oral sex; dirty talk; spanking

Day Eighteen - Oberyn Martell x Reader x Ellaria Sand

Warnings: Pegging; piv; unprotected sex

Day Nineteen - Tangerine x Reader

Warnings: Role playing/prep for a honeypot mission; oral sex; fingering; spit as lube; unprotected sex

Day Twenty - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Warnings: Flouting of Regency Mores; Handjobs; gags; piv; unprotected sex

Day Twenty One - Gurney Halleck x Reader

This can kinda be read as a companion piece to The Warmaster's Wife

Warnings: Masturbation; oral sex; fingering; breeding

Day Twenty Two - James Bond x Reader

Warnings: Sex pollen; unprotected sex; piv; implied multiple orgasms; rough sex

Day Twenty Three - Benny Borracho Magalon x Reader

Warnings: Lap dance; oral sex; fingering; rough sex; piv; one degrading term

Day Twenty Four - Javi G x Reader

Warnings: Edgeplay; praise kink; masturbation; piv; unprotected sex

Day Twenty Five - Mirror!Christopher Pike x Reader

Warnings: Collaring; mirror sex; choking; fingering; piv; unprotected sex

Day Twenty Six - Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Warnings: Flouting of Victorian mores; riding; piv unprotected sex

Day Twenty Seven - Abel Morales x Reader

Warnings: Oral sex; piv; infidelity

Day Twenty Eight - Christine Chapel x Reader

Warnings: Oral sex; fingering; body swap; blindfolds; edging

Day Twenty Nine - Stewy Hosseini x Reader x Kendall Roy

Warnings: Masturbation; voyeurism; oral sex; mentions of cocaine, but not use or abuse; implied Eiffel Tower

Day Thirty - Harvey Specter x Reader

Warnings: Public sex; oral sex; piv; unprotected sex

Day Thirty One - Ray Merrimen x Reader

Warnings: Prey play, dub-con, dom/sub dynamics, derogatory language, pussy slapping, restraints, gagging, rough sex, piv, unprotected sex, aftercare, praise kink

[cato616]

PREDICTABLE FEELING (part two)

kendall roy x fem reader

note! I wanted to make a note then I forgot what I wanted to say but this stays here tho lmao

summary: you spend the whole night at kendall's celebration party, you'll be fighting the urge to not jump over kendall all night, even when you've been feeling some type of jealousy that makes you mad mostly at yourself.

parts: pt.1 /// pt.3 // pt.4

content/warning: fluff and intense moments, jealousy, and some alcoholism?

Being an assistant of one of the roy family, means being there 24/7 for them, meaning, not being in your place that much. And as for now, you are now at your apartment, to dress up for the party, but you'll have to hurry, you will have to be one of the firsts to be there; so rapidly you dress up, a black short ordinary dress, very assistant-ish, that will also try to have some fun, your most comfortable high heels, if you're gonna have some fun time, then your feet shouldn't be in pain; finally, basic makeup and voilà. Your rushed outfit it's now finished, you grab your purse and now you're ready to dash yourself to ken's.

You come down the elevator, the doorman opened the front door of the building for you and then closed it. You have the 'range rover' waiting for you outside. You kept looking at your phone, arranging every last piece you had to organize of the party the ken left you to do, while you also open the car's back door, eyes fixated on those texts, even when you already sat down and had closed the door. Nothing was coming between you and that phone, nothing to be distracted by.

"am I invisible?"

That was ken that was beside you, you didn't see him at all when you got in the car. vision totally getting worse. "AH fuck jesus christ" You definitely got yourself scared there. However you did felt some presence of something next to you, but somehow you thought it was just some pile of boxes, didn't even felt like questioning yourself. "oh-my-god, you really can't see, that's bad." Kendall says while smiling. "uuh b- but, what are you doing here? shouldn't you be at your place?." Although you were pretty confused as to why kendall was inside the car you're supposed to take, deep down you were relieved he was next to you privately before going to the party. "I was actually in some other place, and thought I should stop by yours, since it's passing by to mine." He smirks as he thinks he's so intelligent for thinking that. "we saved some fuel." He says while he points his head with his fingers. "oh of course absolutely smart mr eco-friendly." You sarcastically said; he laughs, "oh okay, don't cross the line there." He kept on smirking. "don't worry, I won't." As you said that, your smile fades, but you try not make it obvious, so you decide to turn your head to the window, just to hide your gloominess to him. He sees you suddenly turn you head the other side, basically killing the nice vibe he was feeling, he was thrown by your reaction. He smiles awkwardly not knowing what to say. "um okay." He whispers to himself, and then turns his whole body back to the seat.

You didn't plan to start the night so sad because of kendall, even that, in front of kendall; so you try to break the ice a little bit before getting to his place. "um... I rechecked the list, and at least 40/45 people comes tonight." You informed him, in a 'professional' tone. "great, great... is she coming?" You hope he's not talking about what you think he's talking about. "who?... your, ex? You asked him trying to get your answer. He chuckles and looks at you confused by your question. "um yes, my ex, of course." You didn't want to admit that your were feeling jealous. why does he want her there? "I think... I think she does." You cut off and again not wanting to look at him, you feel like such a fool thinking he would care you were gonna be there, except from being an assistant to him. So long for trying to break the ice. I'm an idiot

You arrived at his place, kendall gets to open the door first and get out of the car quickly before you, then surprisingly opens the door for you out of nowhere. You did reply thank you to him, as he smiles and takes his hand out for you to take it, but, you ignore that; thank you was enough, however, trying to deny your feelings for him is goal for now, you can't keep your hopes up, even if it's disregard his gestures. You walk out of the car to inside the building, while kendall felt ignored by you, standing there with this hand in the air. He looks at you walking down the building, he close the car's door, and very fast and sophisticated runs over the main door of his building to once again, open it for you while he smiles feeling stunned. You stopped walking when you jumped by his action. "Are you now getting inside or are you suddenly going to walk away." He laughs, referencing the hand you stood up back there. "thank you." You replied again, trying not to sound too irritated, by then you passed the door and grabbed the handle yourself from the inside when he was still grabbing it as well. "And now you can go." You weren't feeling the small gesture thing he was doing, so you tease him by doing what he was doing; you smile at him very unserious, it looks like you really got mad by the situation after all. He smiles slightly fades away too this time, he was joking around before, but he doesn't realize you're, deep down, a bit hurt. You entered the elevator, and for him it felt a little awkward. 'why does she seem so angry?' On the other hand, you acted like you didn't care, looking over your phone once more.

You got to the floor, without saying a word this whole time, but you acted careless at the moment, you didn't look at him, you can't, but you want to. The elevator opens up and you go out first and not waiting for him, walking down to his flat. Of course at least two or three people were already there, the housemaid opened the door for them. Shiv and roman where already there. You felt a little bad for not wating for kendall, so you stopped right when you arrived at the door, but eyes over your phone. Kendall got to the door as well, but you could feel his confusion without looking at him. He then opens the door, automatically changing his mood to greet everyone. "Hey! hey! how's the party people doing?" You can hear roman sighing from a far as soon kendall yelled that. "well no, now that you're here I don't thinks so" Roman joked, although you couldn't tell ever if he was serious or not. "nice to see you excited rome." Responded kendall. Both shiv and roman looked very elegant for a "small" party, you think they looked pretty nice. "hey, tell your partner to stop staring at us like that" Roman tells kendall as he tries to make you feel embarrassed twice this day; as for you, totally get super uncomfortable and rapidly shift your eyes to your phone. "hey come on man, I thought today I told you to stop it." Kendall said to roman very quietly.

We were still, right at a corner, keep on messaging. Roman and shiv left the room to get to another, and kendall walked straight to you. "y/n, I think everything is pretty good, so are the people coming any soon?" He asked, standing right in front of you, however, not any eye contact there. "yes, they should arrive pretty soon." You replied, stoney-faced. He didn't leave just yet, some words wanted to be addressed. "... is there, something wrong?" Asked pretty concerned, and curious to see if maybe it was his fault. "what do you mean? they all are getting here..." You said thinking he meant the guests. "y/n hey." He waives his hand over your phone to get your attention, and he got it, you looked up at him, jumbled. "finally, hi again" As he said that, he looked intensely to your eyes. "what the hell is up to you?" You frowned, you wanted to tell everything, yet again, that wasn't your plan, getting attached to him; you looked down to think your steps, then stared back again, this time, with a grim expression, quietly said, "im sorry, kendall, but what do you care?... yes, I am your closest employee, but I am still just an employee to you." You stayed still, already regretting how you remarked it, hoping he doesn't fire you out of disrespect or something like that.

Kendall kept gazing at you, and didn't seem annoyed by your saying. "I understand that, but I think you're wrong" He said chuckling looking down, pausing, and just like you, stared back up. "you didn't tell me tho, what is up to you." Stepped even closer to you. Your face was even brighter than before, scared to make a move; you had to answer him but couldn't form any words. "...I, can't." You truthfully said. Kendall felt confused and was about to say something. "Guests are here, excuse me." You fortunately found an excuse to get out of that situation and compose yourself. You looked back at kendall who was still leaning against the wall trying to process what you just said; and by then, you try to avoid him the whole night.

Time passes and you try to have some fun, chatting with some of the other assistants and employees, distracting yourself from kendall, and drinking is also a choice you make to relax yourself; the party wasn't at a party salon, but it was pretty well organized, kendall even hired- actually, you hired, a bartender; so that's who been doing your drinks all night.

At moments you wanted to go out to the balcony to have the drink, see the view, and be by yourself, and you like it like that. However your enjoyable time alone was interrupted, when you hear the door behind you open up, and then closes behind you. "We discussed you were supposed to have fun, are you having fun?" And of course it was kendall, trying to be friendly. "I was, just a second ago." You implied, kendall responded right after that, feeling aggravated. "Seriously you need to tell me your issues with me, 'cause I don't get it." Kendall exclaimed, yet you didn't say anything, but he continued. "And honestly, you're supposed to be my assistant, we should be getting along, and if we don't... that's a problem." He signified, trying to get your attention, once again it did, you turn to him. "are you trying to fire me?" You asked with indignation. "I don't want to, you know, but yes, it's logical, if you keep playing like that." You are now feeling outraged by his response, and can't control your saying. "well sorry that I actually feel and don't want to tell you about it! what's your problem?" You're feeling pissed off by his egocentric attitude. "it's definitely not wanting you to tell me your pretty feelings, it's because you have something against me, I can see it because you show it, at least try to not make it obvious." There is silence between you two, he looks away but you don't. "no, I don't have anything against you." Don't want to explain yourself, but you had to, since he was your boss, and because, you felt pretty bad. "I don't, and im sorry that it looked that way." If you could, you would be hugging him right at that instant, it was like an urge to you, like a strong magnet was attracting you to him, and you were fighting it. "yeah but don't lie to me, out of fucking nowhere, you decided to avoid me, rolled you eyes and shit, that's not cool, what did I do? tell me." He remarked his question very strongly. Your mind was blank, what am I supposed to say.

You try to calm yourself by telling what you can only say to him; you got closer and put your hand over his chest. "first of all, you didn't do anything wrong, but I can't... I can't say more." You try to leave, walking towards the door to go inside. Quickly and unexpected, you feel a force pulling you back, kendall reached your arm and grabbed it from behind to stop you from leaving. He snatched you right back, pulled to get you closer to him, feeling how warm it was when near him; there was only eye sighting at the moment, you felt an immense desire to get all over him, and profoundly kiss him all night long. "I can take it, you can say it." Ken insisted, as both couldn't resist but to stare at each other's lips as well. "I think you don't wanna hear it." Somehow those words came out of your mouth since you couldn't concentrate by the tension. "I think I do." He whispers, then initially tries to get a closer look to your face, touching your cheek, and slowly lowering to your lips, his fingers gradually passes over it, savouring it with his touch, oh how much he needs it to taste it. While you were very still and scared to move a muscle, that aspiration you felt, it was getting stronger, but you couldn't kiss him, if someone was getting kissed, he should be the one making the first move, you felt you shouldn't do anything if he doesn't feel the same, since he's your superior. But he didn't, he wasn't doing anything, why isn't he doing anything. You felt irritated. "I think I know now how you feel, fuck." He wanted you as much as you wanted him, and the angry it now went away. The only word that could come out of your mouth, "please.." you whispered, begging him to do something to you, as he was grabbing your face with both his hands, and quietly responded too, "yes, yes, I know oh I need it trust me i-" he cut off as each other's lips got closer and closer, gasping for air, how infuriating that you weren't even hugging, but he couldn't do it. "-i want to, but I can't..." He stands back feeling so much misery. "there's people in there, and you know, what people are inside... so we can't, not at the moment." You know he was right, it's irresponsible to launch myself at him like that, the assistant. You felt awful.

As he was about to leave back inside, he comes back and suggests, "tell you what." He grabbed your face with one hand. "stay for the night... after the party." You nod excited, agreeing; he almost tried to kiss you at that moment, but couldn't, instead, once again, touched your lips with his thumb and he couldn't stop staring at it. "I can't wait when i-... I can't wait." He couldn't finish he's sentences, but you know what he meant, and you finally answered to him. "I can't fucking wait either." He grinned and left slowly walking without taking his eyes off of you. I'll see you later ken.

continue.

[dinner-partys]

So...

this is a shitty succession fanfic i made which i made during like 2 am in the night so self promo ig (tw/cw: X Reader Fic)

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Succession (TV 2018), Igby Goes Down (2002) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Roman Roy/Reader, Roman Roy/You, Roman Roy/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Roman Roy, Original Female Character(s), Siobhan "Shiv" Roy, Tom Wambsgans, Gerri Kellman, Kendall Roy, Willa Ferreyra, Connor Roy, The Roy Family (Succession) Additional Tags: Dysfunctional Relationships, Dysfunctional marriage - Freeform, Tabitha Hyes Mention, Jealous Gerri Kellman, Past Relationship(s), Inspired by Gone Girl - Gillian Flynn, Song: Me and My Husband (Mitski), Roman Roy Has Issues, Roman Roy Has an Orgasm, Bisexual Roman Roy - Freeform, Past Child Abuse, Switched POV, POV Female Character, POV Roman Roy, Past Roman Roy, Flashbacks, Alternate Universe - Gone Girl Fusion, Why Did I Write This?, Femcel, Girl Power, Sex, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Narcissism, Borderline Personality Disorder, Non-Romantized Disorders Series: Part 1 of A Cool Girl Summary:

Your Olivia James a CEO of a Tech Company & Married to Roman Roy which people believe that your not married to him

Yeah that's the Summary and the fic ig. I made the shit while listening to nancy sinatra,lana,mitski so enjoy ig