#connor roy x sister oc

[ratquesadilla]

waste my time (chapter 2)

pairing: stewy hosseini x oc

word count: 1075

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43040553/chapters/116164429

a one night stand with endless consequences.

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“what the fucking fuck are you doing here.” i whisper shouted, hitting stewy in the arm with my phone. it was bad enough that i’d slept with kendalls roommate but having to sit through breakfast with him less than 12 hours after? it was like i was being tortured or something. 

“i’m having brunch with my roommate.” he said very matter of fact-ly, “what the fuck are you doing here?”

“i’m having brunch with my brother!” i exclaimed, adding an emphasis on the ‘brother’ part. 

“so i slept with kendalls baby sister huh.” he scoffed, muttering almost like he was thinking out loud.

“how are you so casual about this?” i questioned, opening my mouth to continue rambling before i was cut off by his face colliding with mine. his hands snaking down to my lower back and pulling me closer. “why would you do that you sex addict?” i said as i felt a blush creeping up my neck, pulling away but not removing his hands from my body.

“had a feeling if i didn’t shut you up you were gonna go on forever.”

“oh my god you’re such a dick.” i exclaimed before running back towards our table at the front of the restaurant. 

stewy was messy, he was willing to kiss me in an environment where my brother could catch us at any time. while i was careful, meticulously planning my every move, he was spontaneous. no doubt because of the lack of responsibility he’d harbored since his teens, that was less of an assumption and more of a fact i’d become eerily familiar with after watching roman grow up. 

kendall was on his phone mindlessly scrolling through waystar news, a painful habit he’d picked up after our father accosted him for not being up to date on the worlds comings and goings, only glancing up for a second to acknowledge my presence.

“did you run into stewy or something?” he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity hidden underneath his mentally checked out demeanor. “he went to the bathroom like 2 minutes after you and you were in there for a while.”

“i’m on my period thank you very much.” i said, taking a large gulp of my water in an attempt to bring down the redness in my face. 

“wow tmi man, i don’t need to know about what goes on in your vagina.”

“trying to figure out if were synced, you’re radiating major bitch energy right now.”

“whatever” he muttered, pushing a cup of coffee towards me. “i already ordered your usual don’t worry about it.”

under kendall’s general grumpiness lay a caring man. to the untrained eye it was virtually impossible to spot but under layers and layers of self hatred, general negativity, and entitlement kendall roy was a loving man. while his love was usually expressed through gifts, and small things like remembering a breakfast order, his love was genuine and infectious. 

all of my siblings had one thing in common, our father. some of us raised differently than others but we were still connected through logan fucking roy. to be fair, all of us were barely raised by him; connor spent his formative years with his mother and the rest of us spent our time with ours until the divorce. in america our father was barely present, choosing to hand us off to au pairs instead of raising us himself. 

“so,” my brothers roommate said, returning to the table and pulling me from my thoughts. “gonna introduce me to this stranger ken?”

“youre impatient this morning.” kendall scoffed, finally prying his attention away from his phone. “this is my baby sister, adynn.”

“addy is fine, no one actually calls me adynn.” i said, reaching over the table to shake his hand. “and i’m only his baby sister because he was born 20 minutes before me.”

“stewy.” he replied as he took my hand in his, letting his fingertips brush against my wrist. almost as if he was trying to feel my pulse spiking. “it’s very nice to meet you, i’ve heard only good things.”

——

my apartment was my safe haven, my bubble seperating me from the outside world, and for the second time today that sense of safety was shattered by stewy fucking hosseini. 

it began with a follow request, on the instagram account i had tried very hard to make extremely difficult to fine, and when i reluctantly accepted a text followed. not a “hey” or a “i had fun at brunch”, but a very short and douchy “u up?”.

“ur so gross” i texted back, hoping he would get the emphasis on ‘gross’ through the screen. a notification alerting me of another message flashed on my screen, right before i heard a light knock coming from the front door. i ran to open it and was unpleasantly greeted by the towering billionaire leaning against the doorframe. “how long have you been outside my apartment?” i asked, walking away from the entrance and slinking into the kitchen. silently inviting him into my home. 

“since i sent that follow request babe” he said as he slowly inched inside, removing his shoes and shedding his jacket as soon as he noticed the slippers on my feet. 

“was this entire plan riding on the chance that i would accept it?” i giggled as i placed a kettle on the stove. “tea?”

“more of a coffee guy myself” he replied, “but since you’re offering i’ll take some.”

“so.” i said, placing tea bags into mugs and pouring water into them. “what brings you here, finance guys rarely come over to this side of campus. something about it being too sunny for all you cold blooded creatures over here?” i slid onto the couch next to him, almost mimicking the positions we met in the night before, and pulled my legs to my chest. 

“ouch, thats a low blow.” he clutched his chest, as if he’d just been stabbed through the heart. “i had a very strong urge to come see you, if you must know.” he slid closer to me, leaving his mug untouched on the table. snaking his arms around my waist and pulling me onto his lap. “has anyone ever told you you have beautiful eyes.” he said as he began inching his arms under my sweater.

“you aren’t too bad yourself hosseini,” i said, pulling my face to his before the almost-compliment could get to his head.

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[ratquesadilla]

waste my time (chapter 3)

pairing: stewy hosseini x oc

word count: 1183

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43040553/chapters/123230932

a one night stand with endless consequences.

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stewy (last name still unknown) was jaw dropping-ly beautiful. underneath all the cockiness and confidence was a man who could pass as a gods mortal form if he lived in ancient greece. the golden light of the lamp standing tall next to the couch lay over him like a blanket of sun. he basked in it, letting it wash over him and find its way into every crevice of his body. his head was rested on the arm of the couch, his mouth slightly open. a stubble was forming, it wouldn’t be long before a graze from his chin would leave a slight mark. 

i peeled myself away from him, leaving his arms empty and eliciting a small plea for me to return to his orbit. the mugs from earlier were still untouched on top of the coffee table and our clothes on a pile at the edge of the carpet. “stewy.” i said, shaking his shoulder slightly to bring him back to consciousness. “you can’t sleep on the couch its bad for your back.” he responded with a hum and i grabbed his hand, pulling him up slightly and leading him to the room at the end of the hall. he mumbled something, no doubt trying to get me to leave him on the couch instead of ripping him from his slumber. 

we slowly inched towards the glow of the candles in my room and eventually eased into bed. he defaulted to his usual position on his back, with one arm at his side and the other by his head. almost inviting me to curl into the space between his chest and his triceps. i hesitated, wondering if this was a habit or a conscious choice he was making for me, and he noticed. “i’m not sure youre in a position to get insecure in front of me,” he joked. “considering i’ve been inside you and i’ve met your family.”

“you’ve met, kendall.” i quipped back, “there are so many more roys for you to immerse yourself in.”

“you think i haven’t met roman and shiv?” he said, bringing his hand to his chest as if i’d just offended his mother.

“well i assumed shiv would have told me about the incredibly handsome man in our house if you ever came over.”

“maybe it slipped her mind.” he shrugged and brought his hands to my hips, pulling me into the bed. “how come i’ve never seen you around then?”

“boarding school.” i said as he brought his hand down from behind his head and rested it on top of mine. “my father thought it would be a good idea to turn me into an impressionable young woman before i entered society.” 

“i promise i wont tell him but i’m not so sure it worked.”

“need i remind you that you are a guest in my house.” i joked.

“youre beautiful.” he whispered as he pulled the duvet over our shoulders.

“keep talking like that and i may start to think you’re trying to seduce me.”

“maybe i am,” he chuckled before planting a kiss at the base of my neck and drifting to sleep. 

——

by the time i’d made it out the door to my first class, i’d learned three things about stewy hosseini.

first, he was an early riser.

second, he was a business major. 

and third, he was a very good cook.

the third reveal was a surprise to me, considering most old money boys had no idea how to wash their clothes; let alone cook and entire meal by themselves. 

i was pleasantly woken up to the smell of eggs and toast, and even more surprised by the ethereal man in my kitchen. he stood leaning over the stove, showered in sunlight. his stubble was becoming more visible and the trail from his naval to his boxers was almost gawking at me. 

breakfast was quick and surprisingly domestic, co-existing with someone. the feeling was foreign to me, my family wasn’t a breakfast together everyday family. we were barely a “together” family. i wanted to grasp onto it and never let go, but the sinking feeling that all of this would fall apart in a second crept up on me and ruined the moment. 

“do you do this with all the girls you fuck or is it just me?” i questioned, an accidental hint of cynicism in my voice. 

“does it matter?” he replied, immediately playing defense. probably catching onto the venom in my words. 

“i wanted to do something nice so i did something nice.”

“god i don’t know how ken lives with you all the time i’d kill myself” i said as i began packing up my things. “i need to get to class and i don’t want a stranger in my apartment while i’m not there, get changed quick.”

“is that all i am? a stranger”

“yup, you may know my brother but you don’t know me.” i shot back before quickly ushering him out the door.

he shouted a quick “text me!” mere seconds before the door slammed in his face. 

i let out a deep breath before mentally berating myself for being such a bitch. old habits die hard i guess. 

historically, i wasn’t the most stable person. almost all of my relationships (if you could even call them that) ended with me panicking and cutting off the relationships head with a guillotine. if i went to a therapist i’d probably get the “your parents divorce combined with your father shipping you off to boarding school as to not have to deal with you is the root of your commitment and attachment issues” speech that id gotten a million times from connor. 

part of me wanted to turn around, rip that door open, and engulf stewy in a kiss with enough passion to split the earth in half, and the other half wanted to get out of this building before he decided to do just that. 

as undignified as it was, i ended up slinking out of my apartment through the fire escape. i couldn’t risk stewy seeing me and trying to charm me. god knows i would fall for it. 

as soon as i was in the car i texted eleanor, she’d seen me act out this exact routine with too many guys and would know exactly how to keep my mind from spinning me out of control. it’s not like i wanted to date stewy, but the pit in my stomach that formed once i realized that might be what he wanted was growing by the minute. 

“hey siri?” i said, siris blue/purple bubble popping up at the bottom of my cars control panel. “google how to fuck-zone your fuckbuddy that may or may not want to date you?”

“i’m sorry, i’m not sure i understand.” she chirped back. 

“of course you wouldn’t understand.” i huffed out. “virtual assistants don’t have to deal with clingy, touch obsessed boys.” 

god this was annoying, i thought as i sped out of the parking garage and towards campus, absolutely dreading what the future would hold.

[ratquesadilla]

waste my time (chapter 1)

pairing: stewy hosseini x oc

word count: 1628

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43040553/chapters/108152808

a one night stand with endless consequences.

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heads up theres a little bit of smut in this chapter

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one thing no one tells you about harvard; the BU parties are always much more fun. 

maybe it was the fact that no one knew who my family was when i was under the dim lights of any of the shitty frat house basements on BU’s frat row, maybe it was the fact that trashy tequila always tastes better when its free. who knows? regardless, i was spending another friday night lurking in this sweaty, sticky, hazy, death trap. another weird BU holiday meant an excuse to go on a bender, who cares if i didn’t actually go there.

i melted into the dingy couch, pulling the pen out of my pocket and taking a hit. 

“can’t smoke cigarettes like the rest of us?” a voice said, dropping onto the empty space next to me.

“who says i dont?” i said, turning my head to the right and blowing smoke in the mystery mans face. “maybe i have manners and don’t wanna smoke in a strangers basement.”

“a harvard girl with caring about what BU fratholes think of her? thats a first.” he scoffed. 

“yeah well maybe i dont wanna get blacklisted from these things.” i replied, beginning to get annoyed by his cockiness.

“sweetie, with that face you could get away with anything.”

“oh really?” i questioned as i leaned my head on the back cushions and turned my body towards him.

“really.” he stated, plucking the vape from my fingers and bringing it to his lips. 

“do you do this with every girl?”

“only the ones i wanna fuck.” he said, shit eating grin plastered on his face.

“should’ve lead with that.”

“can’t blame me for trying to do it the old fashioned way.”

“whatever.” i replied, standing up and reaching to grab the vape from the mystery man’s hand. letting my fingers linger on his palm until he closed the gap and engulfed my hand in his. i rested my knee on the cushion between his knees, pulling his hand onto my hip and leaning down to smash my face onto his. 

“bold.” he whispered. “i like it.”

“don’t make me regret this.” 

“trust me sweetie, this is gonna be the best night of your life.”

——

an hour later i found myself sweaty and exhausted in my bed. the mystery man’s head peeking out from between my thighs, and my fingers tangled in his hair. 

he planted a kiss on the inner side of my leg, readjusting his grip on the underside of my knees. slowly inching towards my entrance. almost taunting me with how much he knew i wanted this. “may i?” he asked, looking up at my with a devilish stare.

“this is the second time you’re going down on me tonight alone, i think we’re past the point of needing to ask shit like that.” i giggled, releasing one of my hands from his hands to cover my mouth during my sudden burst of joy.

“just wanted to make sure.” he replied before diving into me, burying his face in my pussy.

“oh shit.” i moaned as his tongue began rhythmically flicking at my clit. in perfect time with whatever classical piece he was composing in his head. the mystery man was mozart and i was his piano, our moans coming together to create a symphony of sounds. i released his curls from my grip, reaching down and digging my nails into his shoulder as i reached my peak. 

the mystery man’s hands moved from my knees to my hips, holding my entrance to his lips and preventing me from shaking after the mind melting orgasm i’d just been subjected to. he lifted his head from the valley between my legs and sat up, the dim lights illuminating my room reflecting on the shine (no doubt because of what i’d just splattered on him) on his lips and nose. 

i outstretched my arms, beckoning him to close the gap between us. “babe.” he said, before wiping what was left of me off his face. “i’ll only be a minute.”

“whatever.” i muttered before flipping onto my side and reaching for my phone. 

“and here i thought we were gonna keep this discreet.” he said, standing up and hobbling towards the doorway.

“i don’t kiss and tell.” i scoffed, plastering on a mock offended face. “if you really must know i was checking the news.”

“what could be so pressing at two in the fucking morning.” he half yelled from the bathroom.

“it’s nothing.” i shouted back, plugging my phone in and outstretching my arms as he returned to the doorway. in all of his naked glory and a damp washcloth in his hands. “you really don’t have to.” i insisted as he began peeling apart my legs, in a nonsexual but very hot way. 

“i don’t know what the other guys you’ve been with are like sweetie,” he said. “but this isn’t optional.”

my breath hitched as the cool cloth hit my skin, the mystery man gently running it against every area he attacked earlier. 

after thoroughly cleaning my body he returned the towel to its place in my bathroom and began slowly slipping back into his clothes.

“stay.” i begged, reaching my hand out to grasp his.

“babe.” he said, hooking my pinky with his pointer finger. “i wish i could.”

“early morning?” i asked.

“breakfast with my roommate.” he replied, leaning down to kiss my knuckles. “can we raincheck round two?”

“more like round four.” i muttered. “but sure, i’ll see you around? hopefully?”

“i thought this was a one night stand, don’t tell me i was so good you’re just waiting for me to court you.”

“in your dreams, i just wanna keep my options open that’s all.”

“i’m sure we’ll find each other again gorgeous.” he said, kissing my forehead before turning towards the exit. floating away as if he was a figment of my imagination and lingering in my dreams as a slowly fell asleep.

——

his presence lingered when i woke up in the morning. from the sheets- stained with our sweat and desperation- to the rug- slightly wrinkled from how we hastily ripped each others clothes off the second we entered my room. i instinctively reached to the opposite side of the bed, expecting to hit an unconscious man, and came up empty.

shit. i thought, remembering our conversation from hours before. quickly being interrupted by the alarm blaring from my phone rested on the bed side table. 

“brunch with kendall.” glowing from the screen, sending a shooting pain through the middle of my head. 

a hangover? are you fucking kidding me. i didn’t even drink that much. i complained as i mentally berated my body for deciding to give me an ear splitting headache on today of all days. 

i pulled myself out of bed and into the bathroom, a bit shocked when i realized i was completely naked. the sub par heating in my dorm doing nothing to keep me from freezing. yanking the medicine cabinet behind the mirror open and clutching fistfuls of asprin to shove down my throat, i tried to recall anything distinct about the man from the night before. i knew he lived on campus, and that he was a business major. everything but his name.

who are you, mystery boy. i thought as i sluggishly dug through the piles of clothing scattered across my room, looking for anything comfortable to wear to breakfast. eventually settling on the first pair of sweatpants that didn’t smell like they’d been sitting on the ground for a week, or weed, and a very obvious turtleneck. neither was what i wanted to smell like this morning. 

a second alarm went off from somewhere in my room, reminding me that i needed to leave in the next 20 minutes if i wanted to be on time. i scrambled around to find my phone, grab sunglasses, and a beanie to cover the unfortunate sex hair from the night before. 

——

“little sis.” kendall smirked as i sauntered up to the table, mere feet from the entrance of the cafe.

“jesus kendall did you seriously have to choose a seat outside?” i droned, reluctantly sitting in the chair parallel to him.

“what?” he joked. “you don’t love the weather this time of year.”

“whatever.”

“i’m just teasing.” he said, waiving down the waiter for a refill on his coffee. “long night?”

“something like that.” i muttered.

“i can tell.” he chuckled before taking a sip of his drink. “that turtleneck is totally inconspicuous. pair that with the hat and you look like any other college kid.”

“fuck off.” i said, kicking him in the leg under the table. “you’re just jealous that i’m getting more action that you.”

“in your dreams.”

“asshole.”

“nympho.”

“limp dick.”

“whatever.”

“oh my god!” i exclaimed. “you aren’t even gonna deny it.”

“sorry that i don’t want you knowing what goes on with my junk.”

“were twins dick for brains, i had to live next to your junk for nine fucking months.”

“maybe stop talking about my dick, my roommates supposed to get here soon.”

“your mysterious and totally real roommate.” i scoffed, rolling my eyes and casting a shadow of doubt over his words. 

“yeah my very real roommate.” he said, flicking his chin up to a figure behind me. “stewy my man, you were taking so long i thought you got lost.”

“calm down princess, i got here eventually didn’t i?” he said slinking into the chair between me and my brother.

holy fuck, i thought. there’s no way this is happening. lifting my head to meet his eye line, the brown eyes i’d stared into for hours the night before looking right at me.

i just fucked my brothers fucking roommate.