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caashmoneynae · 1 year ago

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ALLEN IVERSON x @notapradagurl7 🤎

SUMMARY: in which Majesty helps Allen practice for his next game and Allen helps Majesty learn to be vocal with her needs. ✨

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"𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗣 𝗬𝗢' 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗨𝗣, 𝗜𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡!" Majesty exclaimed with a laugh as she dunked on Allen, hanging from the hoop with a giggle before dropping to her feet.

"oh, you got skills, huh?" Allen laughed, picking up the basketball, as Majesty giggled and playfully shrugged, watching her man dribble the ball while she adjusted her gym shorts.

"i learned from the best, didn't i? now, c'mon and make it hot, boo. we both tied at 19. after this, we can go home." Majesty smiled a bit, wiping her forehead clear of sweat, as Allen passed the ball to her and Majesty passed it right back to him, the couple checking the ball while Majesty made her way over to him to block him from shooting.

Majesty and Allen were at an indoor basketball court to help Allen practice for his next game. this court was actually how the two met and how their relationship sparked. one time when Allen went here to practice with his friends, he saw them get dunked on by Majesty, which is what caused his sudden interest in her. how could a girl dunk on 3 men so easily? from that moment on, Allen started to pursue her.

that was only 6 months ago, and the two still practice together just like they did before, especially when Majesty had free time. Majesty was a nurse at their local hospital — and she'd even nurse Allen's injuries whenever he got hurt in the court — and whenever she had free time, she'd be helping Allen practice, be present at his games, cook him dinner, and sometimes she'd even run the shower for him or she'd run him a nice bubble bath when he was sore after his games.

she was always questioned by Allen why she didn't try out for the WNBA, but she always responded by telling him that taking care of people was something she love doing since she was in high school. sure she played basketball in middle school and high school and was even nicknamed "Majic" by her coach — which was on the back of her letterman jacket — but being a nurse was something that she just couldn't shake, so she focused on that instead.

making their way down the court, Majesty attempted to steal the ball from Allen while he made his way toward the basket. successfully stealing the ball from her lover, Majesty dribbled the hall as she managed to break Allen's ankles, earning laughs from the both of them while Majesty jogged towards the hoop and Allen jogged after her.

a smirk suddenly covered Allen's face and before Majesty could shoot the ball, Allen slapped her on the ass, causing a loud squeal to fall from her lips while her focus diminished and Allen swiped the ball from her sweaty palms.

"Al, that's cheating!" Majesty laughed, rubbing her backside, as she watched Allen laugh and shoot the ball, a 'swish' sound effect coming from his lips while the ball went through the net.

"all's fair in Love and Basketball, right, baby?" Allen smugly grinned, making his way over to his woman, as Majesty smacked her lips and playfully turned around, jokingly giving him the silent treatment while he came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"you're such a cheater, move." Majesty laughed, feeling him kiss her earlobe and sprinkle kisses on the side of her face, as she rested her hands on his tattooed arms and playfully rolled her eyes.

"don't be mad 'cause i'm better than you." Allen joked, smiling against her face, as Majesty smacked her lips and before she could respond, Allen spun her around and picked her up while her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

"i hate when you do that! givin' me heart attacks and shit!" Majesty laughed, smacking his shoulder, as Allen laughed and his hands rested on her ass, running his tongue over his lips while he looked up at her.

"you don't be complainin' when i have yo' ass pent up against the wall in the hallway like this." Allen smirked, raising his brow at the woman in his arms, as Majesty blushed and smacked her lips, shimmying out of his grip before grabbing his hand.

"stop tryna be nasty and c'mon so we can get out these sweaty clothes."

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"thank you, mama." Allen muttered as Majesty tied his durag over his cornrows and placed a kiss on his lips with a smile.

"of course, pa." Majesty smiled softly as she sunk into the bathtub filled with bubbles and rested her back against his chest while Allen's arms wrapped around her figure.

the couple sat in comfortable silence as the warm water ran over both of their bodies, their skin smooth, wet, and clean from them washing each other's bodies. Majesty's eyes gradually shut as she took in the relaxing moment, her body laying limply against Allen's while he gently squeezed her in his arms.

feeling a kiss on her temple, Majesty's lips curled up into a small smile as Allen placed kisses upon the side of her face, making her chuckle softly at his affection.

"i should beat yo' lil' ass for breaking my ankles like that on the court." Allen jokingly muttered, a small goofy smile on his face, as Majesty laughed softly and opened her eyes, looking up at her man with a playful roll of her eyes.

"you can do it to everybody else, but when i do it to you, you wanna fight me?" Majesty giggled, pecking her man's lips, as Allen chuckled and sat his hand on her side, running his thumb over the tattoo that rested there while he looked down at her.

"because you my girl, and that was disrespectful shit, Maj'. i'm hurt." Allen pouted, poking out his bottom lip, as Majesty laughed and repeatedly pecked his lips, making him smile against her lips while he rested his hand on her chin and gave her one final passionate kiss before pulling away.

"a'ight, a'ight, stop before i have yo' fine ass bent over the side of this tub." Allen chuckled, smirking a little at the woman against him, as Majesty playfully rolled her eyes and chuckled at her man before kissing his lips for a final time, rising from his chest and gripping the side of the bathtub to stand up to her feet.

"whatever, Mr. Iverson. finish bathing — or whatever you gotta do — so i can cook us something to eat and we can take a nap. don't take all day."

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Majesty sat Indian style in her and Allen's shared bed in one of Allen's sweatshirts and a pair of underwear, resting her cheek against her palm as she scrolled through channels on the TV. Allen was still in the bathroom doing lord knows what so she waited patiently for him to come out so that they could decide as a couple what they wanted to eat.

suddenly, the bathroom door opened, causing Majesty to look up, and there stood Allen in nothing but a towel. the towel was loosely wrapped around his waist and droplets of water either sat or rolled off of his muscular chest as his muscles flexed with each move he made, causing Majesty's mouth to involuntarily go ajar. sinful daydreams filled Majesty's mind quicker than ever as she stared at the light-skinned man in front of her, seeing his lips move but hearing no words exit them.

sometimes Majesty wondered how she managed to bag someone as perfect as Allen. his personality was amazing, his face and aura were beautiful, and he was insanely talented. most women would dream of having a Superman like Allen. and yet there he was; in Majesty's life.

"Maj', you listenin'?" Allen's voice knocked Majesty out of her thoughts and she blinked a few times before looking up at him, a smirk on his face as he looked down at her.

"...huh?"

"i said why you ain't tell me i didn't bring no boxers with me to the bathroom? i can't just be walkin' around with my dick swingin' back and forth." Allen chuckled, his words going in one of Majesty's ears and out the other, as she watched him walk over to his dresser and her eyes were glued to his toned abdomen, watching his chest flex effortlessly while she bit down on her lip.

"who said you couldn't?" the words flew from Majesty's lips before she could process them, making her eyes widen a little, and she averted her eyes back to Allen, who was looking back at her with a raised eyebrow and an even wider smirk on his face.

the sexual tension suddenly thickened in the atmosphere as Allen closed the drawer his hand was entangled in and walked over to Majesty, who was still in shock from the words she let slip through the cracks of her lips.

"you got somethin' to tell me, Maj'?" Allen smirked, his slender fingers resting on her chin and lifting her head, as Majesty went quiet, her throat becoming dry while she stared up at the love of her life lustfully with a glint of awe.

"you want sum', don't you?" Allen asked lowly, licking his lips at the woman, as he grabbed her hand and trailed her fingertips along the length of his shaft, which was gradually hardening under her touch, "you know if you want it, you gotta say it, ma."

"i... uh..." Majesty struggled to get her words together and she spoke in a whisper as Allen smiled mischievously at the woman before placing his fists against the bed, his face inches from hers while he slightly towered her. Allen's bottom lip retreated between his teeth as he stared at Majesty, who unknowingly submitted to him due to having to be vocal about her desires.

"hm?" Allen muttered, lightly tilting his head at the woman, as he grabbed her hand from his now erect member and sat it on her lap, waiting on her to let him know what she wanted and how she wanted it, "what'chu want, mama?"

"...i... i want you, Al... please?"

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"Allen! oh, shit, just like that!" Majesty moaned loudly, the bed gently swaying underneath her, as Allen's hands tightly gripped her waist and his hips rocked into hers with ease, his thrusts steady and deep while he bit his lip in concentration.

"like that? hm? you like when you give it to you like that, pretty?" Allen cooed, wrapping Majesty's ginger passion twists around his hand, as he pulled her head back to him, closing the distance between their bodies while her back rested against his chest.

"y-yes! oh m-my— mmh!" Majesty cried, her vocals beginning to falter, as her hands tightly gripped the sheets and her eyes screwed shut, her brows furrowing while her hips grew rosy from how hard Allen gripped them.

taking his hands off her hips, Allen's warm touch spread across her body like wildfire as he caressed and groped every part of her body he could get his fingers on, earning whimpers and soft cries from the woman in his arms. a gasp fell from her lips once she felt a rough slap on her ass and her lips rested ajar as her low eyes fluttered open, locking eyes with Allen's lustful glare while she whimpered softly.

dipping his head down to her neck, Allen peppered kisses along the side of her neck and onto her shoulder, adding a hickey or two as his tongue trailed up and down her left collarbone. one of his hands kneaded Majesty's breast and the other came up to her jaw as he tilted her head to the side to give himself more access to her neck, his canines gently sinking into her skin and earning a wince and moan from his lady.

"you feel so good around me, baby." Allen breathily groaned against her neck, causing her floodgates to open further, as Majesty's eyes slightly fluttered and she released a soft whimper, taking one hand off of the sheets and resting it on top of the hand Allen had on her bosom.

"Al..." Majesty whimpered, her brows furrowing for a second time, as his kisses began trailing up from her neck to her face and he soon reached her lips, pulling her into a heated and nasty tongue kiss.

the lip-lock was sloppy and nearly full of saliva as it dripped down both their chins, moans and groans filling the kiss while Allen's hand slipped down from her breast to her lower stomach. Majesty clutched onto Allen's wrist as he rested his middle and ring fingers on top of her throbbing clitoris, rubbing the bud in quick circles while Majesty's body jolted against his. Majesty moaned in the kiss at his action and she soon failed to kiss back as Allen held her bottom lip in his mouth, gently tugging at it with his teeth before letting it go.

staring up at the woman with low eyes filled with desire, Allen watched as Majesty struggled to handle the amount of pleasure she felt at once, making him smirk while he bit down on his lip. Majesty's breathing began choppy and her moans started to get trapped in her throat as tears brimmed at her eyes and her nails gently dug into Allen's wrist, his other hand wrapping around her throat while he roughly squeezed the sides.

"A-Allen! i'm g-gonna cum!"

"not 'til you promise me you'll always tell me when you want some dick," Allen muttered, kissing her earlobe, as he smirked against her rosy skin, "you know it's yours, mama. so why you actin' so shy to ask for sum'?"

the pace of his thrusts and fingers suddenly quickened, and Majesty had no clue he could go faster than he was already going. tears now rolled down her face and broken moans and cries fell from her lips like a never-ending waterfall as her eyes screwed shut for a second time and she released a sob.

"p-please, Al!"

"uh-uh. you betta' hold that shit 'til you say it."

Majesty's stomach muscles convulsed violently as her bubbling orgasm intensified and her nails dug even further into Allen's wrist, causing the skin to slightly break and a low moan to fall from his lips. her chest began rising and falling with quickness and she struggled to catch her breath as she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, making more tears roll down her cheeks.

not only was she shy about being vocal, but it seemed like she couldn't even be vocal at the time she needed it the most.

all of a sudden, a loud gasp fell from her lips and it felt as if the blockage she had in her throat had disintegrated, making her eyes shoot open from the feeling that she was about to explode if she didn't get her orgasm.

"i-i pro-promise i'll al-always tell you when i want so-some dick! i sw-swear! please let me cum, i can't hold it anymore!"

"cum for me, gorgeous." on cue with his words, Majesty became undone, a loud sob falling from her lips as she came. her body twitched and jolted in Allen's arms as her chest heaved up and down slowly, attempting to catch her breath for a second time while Allen's movements on her body gradually came to a stop.

Majesty's body felt weak and out of energy and her eyes felt too heavy to keep open as she went limp in Allen's arms, making him chuckle while he let her go and allowed her to fall on the bed.

"you promise to be vocal with me, baby?" Allen asked softly, pulling out of the girl, as he moved her hair out of her face and Majesty looked up at him dazedly.

"...I promise."

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spoopydooblr · 2 years ago

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My King Will Be Kind Chapter 3 / Kendall Roy x OC

an: hiiiiiii sorry for the delay i have a college degree now lol

tw: cursing, smoking, mentions of ED, SMUTTTTT

A man walked out of the building. He looked like he was in the secret service or something.

"Miss Allen?"

She didn't remember telling Kendall her last name.

"Um, yes, hi." Stella mentally facepalmed. That's the best she could do?!

"Mr. Roy is waiting for you upstairs."

"Oh, okay." Stella gulped, and followed the man inside the stunning apartment building. The inside was almost disgustingly-nice. It was too much, right?

The man led her to the elevators, pressing the button on the side. The elevator came within seconds. He let her in first.

"Uh, thanks."

He followed her in, taking out a lanyard and scanning his ID on the wall. He pressed the "P" button. Of course Kendall had the penthouse.

Stella was nervous suddenly. She felt out of place, like she wasn't supposed to be there. What if a paparazzi saw her enter? They would have a fucking field day.

The elevator was all too quick, and for a second Stella felt nauseous. The elevator stopped with a 'ding' and the shiny metal doors opened to reveal a spacious, modern living room. Everything was white and cream with dark wooden accents. Every time she saw something nice, something even better, more expensive, would be next to it. She stepped out, the doors closing behind her and leaving her alone in the living room. Again, was she supposed to tip the elevator guy?

"No, buddy, I really think the Knicks got this one!" Kendall's voice came from down the hallway. "Yeah." He said, "Well we'll see." He laughed.

Kendall suddenly appeared in front of her, his phone pressed against his ear. He looked surprised, but happy to see her.

"Hey, Iverson, dude, I need to go, okay? Yeah, alright. Love you, buddy."

Stella smiled nervously, feeling a bit guilty that he just hung up on his son for her.

"Hi." He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Hi, Kendall." In her heels, she was a little taller than him.

He pulled away, hands still on the small of her waist. "You, uh, you look beautiful."

She couldn't help her blush. "Thank you."

Kendall was wearing a plain white button-up and pants, but Stella knew the shirt alone was probably worth a month of her rent. He looked so good.

He took her hand in his and lead her to the kitchen. His grip was soft but firm.

The kitchen was beautiful, with white walls and new, stainless steel appliances. He probably never used it. A couple of chefs moved about. It smelled like authentic Italian.

"Holy shit..." Stella said under her breath.

Kendall laughed. He wasn't supposed to have heard that.

"I hope you like Italian, but if you don't, they can make you something else."

"No, it's perfect." They stopped in the middle of the kitchen.

He moved towards her. She let him. "Thank you for coming."

"Of course." He led her over to the table, pulling out her chair. She was sure he went to cotillion as a kid.

Kendall sat across from her, a tiny candle in between them, illuminating their faces. It was disgustingly romantic.

"How was your day?" He asked.

"Um," She stopped, unsure if she should tell the truth about her anxious day. "I went shopping, took my dog for a walk...oh!" Stella grabbed her purse, rummaging around for the blunt. " I got you this." she stuck her arm out, suddenly very unsure.

He took the glass vial, inspecting it.

"I-I really like weed, and I thought you probably did too, and it's better than a regular cigar so-"

"It's awesome." He gave her a goofy smile. "This is fucking awesome."

Stella returned the smile. "I'm so glad. I thought we could smoke it later."

He nodded, turning the vial over in his hands. "You have a dog?" She nodded. "My kids have this, uh, rabbit named Megathump. It almost died from a bagel related incident."

She had to laugh at the thought of Kendall with a rabbit. "Bagel related incident?"

"It's a long story." He stopped. "I have two kids, if you didn't know." He seemed almost...nervous?

"Oh, cool. I um, don't have any kids." They laughed at the awkwardness.

"Everything I do is for them." He said.

"I know." Stella reached out to take his hand. "How is the deal going?"

"It's been tough. We're getting there, though."

"I feel like I see you on Twitter every day now."

"Yeah, uh, they love me out there."

"I can tell."

One of the chefs from before brought over a bottle of red.

"I hope Cabernet is okay." Kendall asked.

Stella looked at the bottle in front of her. It was old. She nodded, and the chef poured them both a big glass.

"How long have you been living in the city?" He asked. Their hands were still intertwined.

"A couple of months. We're on break from my show—" she stopped. "We'll It's not my show, um, I'm just a side character."

"Delirium."

"Yeah, I assume your kids watch it?" Delirium was one of those shows that every teenager watched behind their parents backs. There were three sex scenes in the pilot episode itself.

"Well, they're not supposed to." He laughed. "I let them watch it when they're here. My daughter loves it."

Stella blushed. It was hard to believe a billionaire's kids watched her show.

"She really wants Yumi and Garrett to stay together." Wow, he really knew the show.

"We'll see." Stella laughed. The actress that played Yumi was one of her best friends. "I don't even have the script for season three yet."

"Is acting the main passion for you?"

"Honestly no. That's why I'm here." Stella was a bit shy to tell Kendall her life story, but the look on his face showed that he was interested. "I'm a writer, first."

His face lit up. "Will the network let you write on your show?"

She cringed. "No, uh, I asked and they said no—"

"Well they should."

Again, she blushed. "They're letting me do something of my own, actually."

"No way."

"That's why I'm in New York in the first place. I'm from here, sort of. West Chester."

"Ah, a West Chester girl." He smirked. Kendall probably assumed she was well-off, which wasn't really true.

"Yeah, I guess." Stella took a sip of wine. Kendall watched her carefully bring the glass to her lips. She pretended to ignore him.

Another chef came over with plates of food. Stella tried her best to smile, but food was always an issue for her. Especially now that she was in Hollywood, her body image was at an all-time low. For now, this was between her and her therapist, but it was tough.

"Thank you Antonio." Kendall said.

The food looked amazing. Thankfully it was rich people food, so there weren't big quantities. A tiny spiral of spaghetti sat in a giant bowl. She took a sigh of relief.

"This looks amazing." She beamed at the chef. For the third time that night, Stella wondered if she should tip the man. Kendall was probably paying a fortune for the food, so she decided against it.

"Antonio has been my chef for ten years now. He's the best."

Stella nodded. "That's crazy...a personal chef."

Kendall laughed. "Yeah, well, my father wouldn't have it any other way."

"How is that, by the way?"

His smile faltered just a bit. "It's been tough. My father is, uh, a cruel man, but we're trying. My siblings and I have never been closer, though."

"That's good."

"It's been a mess...shareholders and shit."

She didn't really know what Kendall even did for a living, but she nodded.

"You met Roman, right?"

The tragic interaction stung in Stella's mind. "Uh, yeah."

"God, he's such a fucking...he's just impossible."

She laughed.

"And Shiv, God, she's married to this guy, Tom, and he's a real piece of shit." He rambled on. "Sorry, Stell, this is probably very boring."

She blushed at the nickname, but took a sip of her wine to try and distract him. "It's not, really. I like hearing about your life. I feel like we live in totally different worlds, but here we are."

"Here we are indeed." He said, raising his glass. "Cheers."

They ate and talked for a while, sharing stories about their families and life and work.

"Do you want to smoke? I have a balcony." Of course he did, it was the penthouse.

Stella nodded, getting up and taking his hand. Kendall led her to the balcony, overlooking the entire city. It was incredible.

"Oh my God, this is insane." Stella walked to the ledge, looking over. "Does this ever make you dizzy?"

"Nah, uh, I'm used to it now."

Of course he was. "Makes sense." She sauntered over to Kendall who was sitting at a table on the balcony. He opened the blunt, taking out a fancy lighter.

"Come sit." He said, motioning to the chair next to him. "You can have the first puff."

"Why thank you." She sat next to him, watching him turn the blunt around in his hands.

Here she was, smoking weed with a billionaire. What was life?!

Kendall handed her the blunt, and she stuck it in her mouth. He held out is lighter, just like the night before.

Stella breathed in, letting the smoke burn her lungs. The blunt was expensive, and it sure tasted like it. "Wow."

She handed it to him. He took a huge hit, breathing the smoke out into the air. "Wow."

From behind them, a worker brought out more wine. Stella thanked him.

"This shit is delicious."

"I know."

Kendall handed her the blunt and she took it, breathing smoke into his face. He laughed.

"I never asked." He said. "How old are you?"

Stella choked on the smoke. "Uh, how old are you?" She knew the answer already.

He smirked. "Forty one."

"Okay, well, I'm twenty six. Almost twenty seven."

He nodded. The age gap wasn't really something she cared about, but she was sure everyone else would. Stella could already see the tabloids.

They talked and smoked for a bit, Stella laughing at Kendall's interesting stories.

"Do you want to, uh, go inside?" Kendall asked, motioning to the almost-gone blunt. The wine, too, was long gone.

She thought for a second. It had to be past ten and she had a meeting the next day. "Okay." She whispered.

When she stepped inside, the chefs were gone and the kitchen was spotless. Kendall grasped her hand, pulling her into him. He smelled so good. Their eyes met and she blushed, looking down.

"Hey," He tilted her head up to meet his eyes. "Don't be nervous."

"Sorry."

"Don't apologize, it's okay." He wrapped his arms around her waist. "Can I..."

She didn't answer. Instead, she kissed him, lips softly pressing against his. He returned the kiss hungrily. Stella reached up to cup his face. Damn, he was a good kisser.

Kendall led her to his bedroom--a huge spacious room with bright white walls. A giant window overlooking the city was across from the bed. If she wasn't in such a compromising position, Stella would have loved to see the view.

"This okay?" He broke the kiss. Stella smiled and nodded.

"Everything's perfect."

"Good." He said, gently pushing her down on the bed. "Because, uh, you're so fucking sexy."

Stella turned red, not meeting his gaze. Kendall squeezed her hips, deepening the kiss. He was now on top of her, grinding his pelvis against hers. She felt like she was in heaven and they hadn't even taken their clothes off yet.

Kendall reached up to her blouse, fiddling with the hem. "Sorry, wait, ugh," Stella muttered, realizing the shirt was incredibly hard to take off. "I would let you rip it off, but it's vintage."

He smirked, beginning to undo the buttons on his own shirt. "I'll buy you a new one."

After a few awkward seconds of taking their clothes off, Stella laid naked underneath him. She could feel his dick against her leg as he stood above her. Kendall kissed her again, this time more passionate. Stella couldn't help the moan that left her mouth as his hand snaked in between them. His thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing small circles on the sensitive spot. Returning the favor, she reached down to stroke his cock. It was thick and long, of course.

"Hold on." He said, getting up and walking to his dresser. Rummaging through, he revealed a condom and came back to her.

"Smart." She giggled.

He rolled the condom on, stalking back to her on the bed. The kisses became more rough, more needy, as Kendall rubbed his fingers through her folds.

"Ahh, Ken...I need you." She barely got the words out.

"Mm, what's that baby?"

Stella rolled her eyes. "I need you, now."

Without a word, he slipped into her. She felt her walls stretch to accommodate him. They both moaned, bodies fitting together perfectly. He thrust into her as she wrapped her legs around his torso. A chorus of moans filled the room.

"Fuck, baby, you're so tight."

Tears of literal joy stung at Stella's eyes. He felt so good.

"Ken..." She stuttered, her nails making marks against his back. There were stars in her vision as he pulled all the way out, shoving himself in again. The sting was like nothing she had ever felt before--in a good way.

“Fuck...oh God.” Her legs shook around him, walls pulsating so hard she felt like she was going to die and go to Heaven. There was no way she was this close already.

He reached down, toying with her clit once again. "Cum for me, baby."

Stella came with a silent scream, Kendall quickly following as she clenched against his cock. He pulled out, collapsing on the bed next to her.

They were silent for a bit, catching their breath.

"You know I had sex with this actress once a couple of years ago," Kendall started, "And I was like this is the best sex of my fucking life."

She looked at him quizzically.

"And then I had sex with this other actress, and now I think I have to fucking rethink that.”

She swatted his shoulder. "Thanks, I guess."

#kendall roy #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy x oc

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