#kendall roy x reader fluff

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

can you do kendall roy fluff + only one bed? ☺️

Forced Proximity.

i. Only One Bed

Author's Note - this is a drabble written as part of my 500 Followers Celebration!! find that post here. oh my GOD i love this man. i am a kendall roy defender until i die. i am a kendall girly first and a human being second. (okay so admittedly I wrote this before watching episode 8... ken, me and you are gonna have words.)

Pairing - Kendall Roy x Assistant!Female Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - cursing

Word Count - 881

Masterlist. 500 Follower Celebration Masterlist.

Another day, another business meeting.

You're in London, this time around. You and Kendall jumped on a flight at the drop of a hat, jetting across the world to appease yet another rich white man. It was part of your job description, after all. Wherever Ken goes, you go. Just him and his best assistant against the world.

You've been awake for what feels like an eternity when you finally arrive at your hotel. You'd made sure to book two conjoining rooms, as always - Kendall likes to have you close. Just in case, he says.

You practically run to the front desk, desperate to shower and jump into a fluffy white bed. The universe, apparently, has other plans.

"So that's room 414 all ready for you, ma'am."

Her English accent doesn't soften the blow of the shock as much as you expected it to.

"Wait... what? Sorry, I'm sleep deprived. I booked two conjoining rooms."

"It says here you only booked one."

"Please," you beg. "I definitely booked two. Do you at least have another room available? I'll just book it now."

She clicks away at the keyboard, acrylic nails hitting the plastic rhythmically.

"I'm really sorry. There's an event happening, it's this huge wedding and the bride is some sort of celebrity and literally every room is full."

"You're kidding."

"I wish I was, ma'am."

And that's how you found yourself apologising profusely to Kendall while dragging your luggage down a never ending hotel hallway.

"God, could this day get any worse? I'm so fucking sorry, Ken."

He stops walking and turns to face you directly.

"It's fine. Stop stressing, please. You're making me fuckin' nervous."

You sigh with relief, and join him in his laughter. You can survive one night, surely.

You swing open your door, to be met with the sight of the biggest hotel bed you've ever seen. Bed. One bed.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me."

Kendall stays silent, slight smirk on his face. He always thinks you're at your cutest when you're mad.

"God, Ken, again, I'm so sorry. I think the universe hates us."

"You've only figured that out today?"

He chuckles, and the sound calms you down ever so slightly.

"Look, honey, we can sleep top to tail, or I'll sleep on the floor, or in the fucking bathtub. But we're both exhausted, and standing and staring at the bed isn't helping."

He's right. Fatigue is plaguing your bones, practically seeping out of your pores. You need to lie down.

"I'm not gonna make you sleep on the floor, Ken. That's the biggest bed I've ever seen. There's room for the both of us."

He can't argue with that.

You both get ready for bed, taking your respective turns. You never realised how intimate a nighttime routine can be. You feel like you're seeing a side of your boss that's reserved only for him.

You both slide into a side of the bed, making sure to put an adequate distance between you. You roll so your backs are facing each other, to save any awkwardness. Kendall turns off the light, and settles down.

"Goodnight, Ken."

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

You fall asleep the minute your head hits the pillow.

You're awoken by breathing. Not the steady, rhythmic breathing of someone asleep. No, the half panicked, willing-himself-to-sleep kind of breathing.

"Ken?" you whisper. "Are you awake? What's wrong?"

You turn to face him, and make out the shape of him lying on his back in the dark.

"Fuck, did I wake you? Sorry, honey. Just can't sleep."

"You're exhausted. Thought you'd be out like a light."

"Can I tell you something?" he questions quietly.

"Anything."

"I haven't been sleeping."

"For how long?"

"Months. Maybe like a year? I don't know. I go through phases."

"Have you talked to someone?"

"I, uh, tried to. But they wanted to give me pills. I didn't wanna take them, so."

You roll onto your back, mirroring his position. In the dark, you reach out and grab his hand that rests on the bed between you.

"Proud of you," you whisper. "Can't have been easy to say no."

He doesn't know what to say, so he simply laces his fingers with yours, and squeezes a little tighter.

"Do you think it's because you sleep alone?" you ask quietly after a while.

"Honestly? Maybe. I got used to having Rava for so long. Then Naomi. I always sleep better with someone else."

You inch closer to him, using your interlocked hands as leverage. You move so your arms are pressed against each other, your head resting on his shoulder.

"So do I," you whisper. "Don't know if it's the breathing, or the body heat, or just not being lonely. Whatever it is... you have me."

"Yeah?" he asks breathily.

"Yeah."

With that, he pulls you in to him, arms wrapping around you. You rest your head on his chest and exhale.

You settle into the comfort of the warmth of his chest. The smell of your shampoo slowly calms Kendall, his heart slowing and evening out. Within minutes, his breathing becomes steady and rhythmic, body fully relaxed. You join him in slumber almost instantly.

When you wake in the morning, Kendall tells you to only ever book one room from now on.

[salbei-141]

Be honest with me (Roman Roy x reader)

Masterlist

word count: 1.1k

warnings: 18+, pure fluff and comfort, mentions of verbal abuse

a/n: Inactivity who? A rare update I know lol. Anyway y’all I’m so in love with him - honestly in love with all the Roy siblings, but Romulus got a special place in my heart <3

I love how late I jump onto writing trends for characters, but in my defence I've had this in the drafts for MONTHS. Anyway, hope you enjoy my loves <3

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The apartment was silent, it felt too out of character, especially for Roman. The both of you lay in silence on his bed, still in today's clothes.

You move your hand slowly - scared that a sudden movement would cause him to suddenly get up and leave without warning. Tentatively, you inch your fingers onto his own - he said nothing, nor did he move. Gaining more confidence and desperate to comfort him knowing how loud his mind must be right now - you encapsulate his hand within your own. They’re soft and warm - Roman was always warm to touch. You feel his hand squeeze your own back - still no words being said.

You take a deep breath, feeling the need to break the silence finally, but before you can, Roman cuts you off.

“Please don’t,” his voice came out weak - he was usually so quick witted…he just sounded tired.

“Okay,” your voice was soft - a complete dichotomy to the tone he was used to from his father and siblings.

Another 30 minutes went by in complete silence - the both of your steady breaths being the only thing heard. Your hand still lay in his - he hadn't moved an inch unless it was to gently squeeze your hand every so often.

You turn on your side, slipping your hand out of his - he still didn't move. You decided to move closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder and draping your right arm across his chest that rose up and down with each breath he took.

You studied his face - he looked like he wanted to push you off of him, and yet simultaneously he was aching to pull you closer to him. Your touch was the only touch he felt safe feeling - you'd never hurt him, and he never doubted that thought for a second, but he was just so used to being alone and pushing people away.

You were desperate to hear his voice, to understand what was running through his head. You knew he was probably going to say some stupid quip to hide how he really felt, but you'd see straight through him; he knew this and it was the scariest thing to him - that you actually saw him.

"Ro...," you were gentle - a part of him just wanted you to shout at him and tell him he was a waste of space just like his father had - it was all he knew. However, you were just too kind, you actually cared for him, and not in the way his father cared for him - if you could call it that - but in a way that was so genuine and pure that it felt wrong to him, but he craved every second of it.

His gaze moved from the ceiling to your worried face - you looked beautiful he thought, he had always thought you were the most beautiful person he knew. "Yeah," his voice sounded small and tired.

"Are you okay?" the question was stupid, you knew he wasn't, but you wondered if he'd answer you honestly - if for once he'd be vulnerable with you, and truly let you into what was going through his mind.

"What? Pfft yeah I'm fine, real fucking good...just thinking about who has bigger tits - you or Gerri...I think Gerri does," there it was...he couldn't be honest with you for a minute if he tried - he'd rather say some crude shit and hope you'd be weirded out enough like everyone else and just leave him so he could avoid sharing his emotions.

You sat up, leaning on one hand as you stared down at him while he tried to avoid your gaze which was slowly glazing over with unshed tears. "Roman...please I-...can you just be honest with me?" your voice had a slight shake - scared that you were going to push him over the edge and he'd run.

He made eye contact with you, his heart clenching in his chest, no one had made him feel the way you could make him feel, and that scared him. He didn't know what to do - his mind was screaming so many things at him all at once that he couldn't really make a decision, so he stayed silent.

Several minutes passed of you both just holding each other's gaze then he opened his mouth tentatively, "Why do you care about me? Why can't you just call me a freak or a perv and leave?" You watched as his eyes reddened and glazed over as he tried his hardest not to cry in front of you. Had you cracked him? It felt bittersweet that he might finally just be honest with you, but the pain in his eyes was tearing at your heart.

You smiled, giggling softly as you lifted a hand to his cheek and wiped away a singular tear that had managed to fall, watching as he turned his face to meet your caress - he trusted you. "Because I fucking love you Roman".

"But why?" he interrupted you like a child would trying to understand such a foreign concept that you were trying to explain.

"There's no reason - I mean there is, you're...you. I love you Roman." You were so soft with him, it felt alien to him. It broke you that he couldn't fathom the concept of someone genuinely loving him, and in such a pure way too. This love wasn't like the love from his father, nor from his siblings - it was something so foreign that he couldn't understand it, but he liked it...he liked this.

You laid back down beside him, "Come here Ro...please" your eyes had such a soft stare - they were so warm and inviting, he couldn't object to the embrace you were offering him.

Roman inched across the bed over into your arms, wrapping his arm around your waist and burying his face in your chest, while you wrapped an arm around his back, holding him close to you. You fell into a comfortable silence, holding each other without a care in the world - it was just the both of you.

"I love you too, you know?" he muttered it so quietly that it almost went unheard, but a smile spread across your face at his confession. You knew that he had probably been having an internal argument with himself on whether or not he was actually going to say it to you; without any sarcasm too.

You felt your heart fluttering in your chest and you pulled him closer to you, "Yeah I know". You tilted your head down slightly and pressed a soft kiss to the top of his head. He went to open his mouth to say some sarky comment, but immediately shut it - he didn't need to feel defensive around you, not now, and not ever.

[beegomess]

But I see her, in the back of my mind || Kendall Roy

Summary: You and Kendall were always together, until you weren't. Node however, some things change radically and suddenly everything seems to be drawn back to its old place. Warnings: Just fluff and some swearing. In this story there will be no Rava or any of the children. - word count: 5.8k

Things were... different. To say the least, the word "chaos" seemed to be written on the walls of your life in recent months, as if it were a cruel reminder that when you got involved with the Roy family, nothing would ever be simple.

Since adolescence, you found yourself enthrined in the family drama, and the involvement with your father, Frank, next to Logan, seemed just to be the harmpart of what was to come. You were two years younger than Kendall in college, and at first, what started as something silly, a secret and almost ridiculously intimate relationship between you, soon became a public scandal. The paparazzi, as always, didn't waste time. Photos, names, headlines - your relationship was catapulted into the spotlight, and it didn't take long for the whole world to know who the two young people in love were.

Logan, in turn, has always had a genuine affection for you. You were more than just Kendall's girlfriend; he really saw you as part of the family, with that acceptance that was almost familiar. There was something in the way you dealt with Kendall that Logan respected, something he couldn't define, but that he knew you did easily: you put him on the axis, in a way that no one else could. But, of course, no one can deny it, Kendall always made slips, both in her personal choices and in professional decisions.

You were together for years, with comings and goings, as always. But the truth was that, after each separation, they always came back to each other. It was something that, deep down, you both knew would happen. However, when the last time you saw yourself in his arms unfolded, something changed. Something you couldn't ignore. You decided to put a stop. Without further involvement, nothing but friendship and professionalism. And, amazingly, you managed to move forward with it. Kendall, at a certain point, even started dating Naomi Pierce, trying to move on, but you... you couldn't even think of trying to move on with anyone else. Your focus was on your work, on your obligations, on what was expected of you at Waystar.

But something wasn't right. You felt tired. Not the normal tiredness of a hard working day, but a visceral exhaustion, as if your body were begging for rest. Sleeping, for endless hours, became his only solution, but even after twelve hours of sleep, it seemed that nothing was enough. Some dizziness began to become more frequent, and a strange feeling of nausea settled in you, bothering you to the point of being difficult to ignore. All that added up, until, on a particularly bad day, you could no longer pretend that nothing was happening.

It was an ordinary afternoon, the day running like everyone else, when you decided to take a ride with Shiv to Logan's birthday dinner. The dizziness became more intense that week, and the nausea seemed to chase you all the time. Even when Shiv talked excitedly, you could barely pay attention. Her mind was somewhere else, trying to focus only on not vomiting inside her car. But, inevitably, his mind couldn't resist.

- Stop the car! - His voice came out more urgently than you intended, and Shiv was immediately scared.

- What the fuck is this? - She asked, her tone of voice mixing surprise and concern, but before she could understand the situation, you were already pushing the door and bending out, releasing everything that was in your stomach.

You leaned back in the car seat, eyes closed, trying to catch your breath. His body trembled, and drops of sweat began to form on his forehead.

- For God's sake, are you okay? - Shiv asked, now visibly alarmed.

- Yes, yes, you can follow, please - you tried to calm down, although the voice came out weak. The driver went back to the car, and you tried to stay as calm as possible. - It must be a virus, something like that - you shrugged, trying to disguise the growing concern.

But Shiv wasn't convinced. She was still watching you, her eyes narrow, suspicious.

- How long has this "virus" been happening? - She asked, her voice firmer, as if it was hard to believe the explanation.

You hesitated for a moment, feeling a little uncomfortable with the question, but there was no denying the symptoms that had been dragging on for weeks.

- A few weeks, I think - you admitted. - I still haven't been able to find time to go to the doctor, but... - you interrupted yourself, taking a gum from the bag, trying to divert the focus.

Shiv didn't seem satisfied with the answer. She looked at you for a few more seconds, before, with impressive naturalness, asking:

- Have you ever had a pregnancy test?

Those words paralyzed you. His body frosted instantly. How could that not have crossed your mind? Something so simple, and yet so devastating if it were true. You swallowed dryly, the thoughts starting to accelerate in your mind.

For a moment, the car seemed to slow down along with your thoughts, and you found yourself aiming at the horizon through the window. I didn't know how to answer. I didn't even know what I felt.

That same day, you took the test. The word "pregnant" appeared clear and unequivocal on the display, the beginning of all the drama you knew was coming. But telling him was something that gave you chills. After a week of creating courage, you finally called, and he showed up at your apartment that night.

Kendall was shocked at first. His silence was dense, as if he needed to process the weight of that revelation. But, little by little, the shock gave way to something that almost looked like relief - an instant where, when hugging you, he totally forgot about Naomi. A relief for which he would bitterly blame himself later.

The promise, however, was that nothing would change. You would go on with your lives as you were. After all, you had been the first to impose limits months ago, to draw a clear line between your past and the present. This pregnancy wouldn't change that. You weren't willing to establish a love drama in your life, even if it was what Kendall ended up wishing for, deep down.

For a few weeks, they kept the pregnancy a secret, although Shiv had his suspicions. Her belly began to show a slight rounding and the symptoms became increasingly unsustainable. It was impossible to keep secret for much longer. So, Kendall decided that she would tell Logan and her family at a reserved dinner at her father's house.

The dining room had a strange atmosphere of expectation. Logan, Márcia, Shiv and Roman were sitting, waiting. Shiv exchanged glances with you, already waiting for the revelation, while the others kept their curious expressions.

- I'm pregnant! - You said directly, a brief smile on your face. For a moment, everyone was silent.

Logan was the first to react, with a rare, genuine smile. It was a reaction that almost heated the tense environment of the room.

- Oh, but what great news, dear! - Márcia exclaimed, taking her hands gently.

- That's... really good. - Logan said, smiling at you and Kendall. - Good for all of us. I'm happy for you.

Roman did not hold and murmured, with that characteristic tone of provocation:

- And is the baby Kendall's? - He asked the question as if he already knows the answer, but soon noticed his father's stern look. - Okay, it was just a joke. Sorry.

Shiv looked at you with a restained smile and asked, almost like someone testing if the news was real:

- Do you know the sex?

- Yes. It's a boy. - You replied, a little relieved to see that dinner hadn't become a disaster. Not yet.

The conversation followed an almost banal course for a few minutes. But you couldn't stay long at the table before a sickness attacked you. He excusedm, saying he needed to go to the bathroom. Kendall almost offered to accompany you, but you insisted that everything was fine.

As soon as the door closed behind you, the atmosphere at the table changed immediately. Logan leaned towards Kendall, a slight smile still on his lips.

- You know, I'm happy for you, son. - The simple sentence had a huge weight. Kendall thanked him softly, while Shiv looked at him with a mixture of envy and discomfort. Logan continued, satisfied. - I knew you were going to end up getting it right. Sooner or later.

Kendall's face turned pale. He knew what was coming next, but he couldn't stop Logan from continuing.

- You've already proposed to her, right? There is no better time for this. - Logan gave Márcia a satisfied look, who nodded, smiling.

Kendall took a deep breath, almost as if she was preparing to jump off a cliff.

- Dad... - He started, trying to gather strength to say. - We're not going to do it that way.

Roman let out a sarcastic giggle, humming softly:

– Wrong answer, Ken.

Logan slowly let his smile disappear, the expression hardening.

- What did you say?

- I'm still with Naomi, dad. And she and I... well, we decided to continue that way. - Kendall looked away, her voice lower.

Logan let out a dry laugh, disbelief mixed with disdain.

- What the fuck does that mean? - He got closer, his eyes like daggers. - For God's sake, boy, what do you think we are? A circus?

Roman didn't miss the opportunity, his voice loaded with sarcasm as he added:

- It's going to be a beautiful scandal: "Kendall Roy plays happy couple with Naomi Pierce while there is a pregnant woman at home".

Kendall, visibly uncomfortable, just closed her eyes for a second, trying to ignore her brother.

- In how many ways can you embarrass your family, Kendall? - Logan let go of the rhetorical question, his heavy tone of disapproval.

Logan continued, his voice increasingly cold and sharp, as if each word was an attempt to section any attempt at Kendall's resistance.

– She would be the perfect solution for you. Finally something stable. But no, do you prefer to keep this circus with Pierce? This only proves how useless you are.

Shiv finally manifested himself, his voice lower, but full of resentment:

- And what's the plan here, Ken? Take both on a leash and see which one can hold you longer? Because you don't even know where this will lead, but I think we've seen this movie before, haven't we?

Kendall stared at Shiv, noticing the anger repressed in his tone, and for a moment, it looked like he was going to answer, but he gave up.

Logan lets out a dry laugh, mixed with disbelief and fury, before leaning towards Kendall, as if he were trying to intimidate him by proximity.

- What the fuck is this, son? - Logan's tone is now pure contempt. - I knew you were a failure, but that... This is low even for your level. Do you want to continue playing house with Naomi? Great. But fuck, have at least a drop of decency for someone who will carry your son, fuck! If it was just you getting dirty, I wouldn't even care, but that? This is a monumental disrespect.

Kendall tries to take a deep breath, seeking calm, but the fingers on the sides of the chair denounce the growing tension. He swallows dryly before answering.

- It's not like that, dad. She... she understands. We... we're fine with it. - He says, but his voice falters. The attempt to sound convincing fails miserably.

Logan, once again, lets out a harsh and ironic laugh.

- "Are we okay"? Do you really think she's "oin" with all this shit, Kendall? And what a big shit that you are "well". Look at you! Is that what you want for your child? Growing up watching his father crawling around like a dog between two owners?

Kendall lowers her head, swallowing the urge to fight back, but her hands tremble with anger.

- Dad, I'm trying... trying to make this work. - He answers, but his words come out more like a ragged excuse than a defense.

Logan doesn't contain himself, the contempt on his clear face.

- Is that what you call trying? Throwing the family name in the mud, as always? And now, on top of that, humiliating your son's mother in this shitty game? - He advances, his voice threatening. - If you had a minimum of honor, you would propose to this girl today, now. I would put an end to this circus of horrors with Naomi and, at least once in my life, act like a man.

Kendall, feeling the weight of pressure and humiliation, tries to defend herself stronger this time, her voice slightly raised.

- I love Naomi. It's not a joke. She and I are together, and... this is not something I can throw away.

Logan punches the table, knocking down the cutlery and attracting everyone's tense gaze.

- Is that what you call loving? Getting into drugs and parties with her, letting go of her responsibilities and dragging our reputation in the mud? Is this love for you? Fuck, Kendall, you don't even know what love is!

Shiv and Roman watched everything in silence, exchanging restless glances. The tension hung over the table like a heavy shadow, and even Marcia seemed to have lost her smile. As soon as you returned, you noticed the charged air and the way everyone took a deep breath, with the contained expressions of those who tried to disguise a storm. Márcia still tried to break the ice, kindly asking if you were better, but the energy of the room already said it all: something serious had happened.

On the way back, you and Kendall shared the car. He kept his gaze fixed on the window, in a thick silence that you respected, feeling that he needed space to digest his father's harsh words. Logan had this destructive ability to pull out every drop of joy from Kendall, using nothing but a few well-calculated words. You didn't know what had been said, but you didn't need to ask to understand the impact either.

When the car stopped in front of your building, you hesitated for a moment before opening the door. Instead, you placed your hand gently on his shoulder, a silent gesture of support. He kept looking forward, his jaw tense, and you saw the sadness contained in the features of his face. He took a deep breath and got a little closer, with a tone of voice as soft as it could be.

- I don't know what he told you... - you started, hesitating for a moment to choose the words. - But I know how much it hurts you, how much he can get into your mind.

Kendall didn't answer, but her face trembled slightly, as if she was going to break any second. You squeezed his shoulder a little more firmly, an anchoring gesture.

- I just want you to know that... that doesn't define who you are. You are much more than the way he sees you. And... - Your voice became a little firmer, but still soft. - No matter how difficult things get, I'm with you, Ken. We're going to go through all this.

Kendall finally turned to you, with teary eyes. He seemed on the verge of falling apart, the words stuck in his throat, the weight of a lifetime in a look. Before he said anything, he pulled you into a hug, tight and silent, as if that gesture was the only thing keeping him standing. You held him tight, running your hand over his back in a comforting caress.

- It's okay, Ken... I'm here. - You murmured, in a soft tone, letting him feel the sincerity of each word.

There, in that hug, you realized that, as much as the world around you collapsed, he felt safe by your side. And in the silence, between heavy breaths and tight hugs, you knew he found a little peace.

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A few days have passed since that dinner, and somehow, in his calculated manipulation, Logan got exactly what he wanted: the weight of the provocations brought you and Kendall closer. But that only marked the beginning of the chaos. Logan's "brilliant" idea was to gather the whole family on the boat, for a celebration on the high seas that anyone could see that was just another pretext for him to throw fuel on the fire. Kendall was sunk in another crisis with Naomi. Since learning of the pregnancy, the relationship between the two became increasingly unstable, as if it were on the verge of collapse. She freaked out, reacting with intensity and anguish, and maybe he was an idiot in telling everything when she was still stoned. But Kendall insisted that nothing between them would change. Maybe he really wanted to believe it, and the boat seemed like a last attempt to show her that there was room for everyone - if not for her, then for himself to believe that it was.

When you arrived at the boat, later that day, Naomi was already there, but she didn't seem comfortable. She held herself in silence while watching Logan receive you with a warm smile, something rare for him. He pulled you into a hug and gave you a look that bordered on affection.

- There she is. You look absolutely beautiful! - he said, and you smiled in response, exchanging a funny look with Shiv, who was next to him, holding back his laughter.

Naomi observed everything with an expression that oscillated between discomfort and contained envy. It was rare for her to see Logan be affectionate with someone, much less with Kendall, and that scene, no matter how much she tried to ignore it, hit her hard. Even if she hated to admit it, she knew Logan was right: the pregnancy made you radiant, in a way that seemed to intensify the contrast between you. She noticed how you moved with a kindness and grace that escaped you, and saw how even the setting sun seemed to frame your image, with the breeze making your dress sway slightly on your belly. It was obvious to her now, the reason why Kendall loved you, or - and the doubt about which verb tense to use corroded her - maybe she still loved you. The uncertainty of the answer made something in his chest tighten.

Later that night, the family gathered on the outer sofas of the boat. The low lighting left the sky dark in contrast to the light tone of the provocations, the acid jokes and the laughter loaded with irony. You tried to maintain a minimum of cordiality, but you knew that, in the Roy dynamics, every attempt at peace was superficial, about to be broken at any moment.

Frank, however, watched everything with a closer look. He knew you better than anyone, and saw under your smile the loneliness you tried to hide. He knew that, with all the changes, his mother's presence would make a huge difference, and it made him feel overwhelmingly guilty for no longer being able to be there for you, to be the support you needed. But his biggest concern was in Kendall. When he saw Logan's son lost in a stormy and distracted relationship, he felt a lump in his stomach. He knew that, even with all the flaws, you trusted Kendall, and now, while he got lost with Naomi, Frank felt a growing anger when he saw you there, being one of the few people willing to make Naomi feel welcomed, while he himself failed to give you the protection he would like.

Naomi knew that too. I saw that, among everyone there, you were one of the only ones to treat her with kindness. And while she hated herself for feeling that discomfort, she also realized that, in your presence, something inside her broke in comparison, and she found herself, for a second, wanting to have the serenity that you emanated.

The night followed with laughter and disguised looks, but the tiredness gradually began to weigh. Frank kept watching you, with the eyes of a father who understood too much about the weight of that family and knew what each unspoken word cost you. When you finally asked permission to leave, he followed you with his eyes until you disappeared down the corridor, with a single certainty: if Kendall was not able to be by your side in that chaos, he would need to be.

Later that night, silence hovered heavy over the yacht's deck, enveloped by the darkness and stillness of the open sea. Kendall was alone, his hands resting on the wall, watching the trembling reflection of the lights in the ocean. Thoughts swirled in his mind, turbulent like the waves, until he heard soft footsteps approaching, almost imperceptible.

Logan stood next to him, but didn't say anything right away. He just stood there, with his gaze fixed on the horizon, allowing the discomfort to insinuate itself in the air. Finally, he broke the silence, the low and calm voice, almost paternal.

- You know, son... - Logan murmured, without looking away from the dark waters. - I've been thinking about something. - He paused, letting the tension accumulate. Kendall, feeling the weight of the words that would come, straightened up, preparing for the clash.

Logan gave a smile that couldn't reach his eyes, a rehearsed, calculated smile. - I want you to understand that I have nothing against Naomi, I... like her, really. - The pause was long enough to be uncomfortable, and he let out a restrained sigh before continuing. - But you know, this weekend... should be about the family.

Kendall furrowed her eyebrows, her jaw stiffening as she absorbed what came next. Logan knew exactly how to press his weaknesses, and each word seemed strategically chosen to probe his son's defenses.

- I understand that you want to be with your girlfriend, of course. - Logan tilted his head slightly, with a tone of rehearsed understanding, which bordered on condescension. - But don't you think that maybe... maybe it's time for you to focus more on the woman who is carrying your child?

Kendall's breath was stuck for a second. He felt a pang of irritation go through his body, but instead of exploding, he restrained himself, as always. He looked at his father, trying to keep his tone firm, but he couldn't stop some of the tension from filtering into his voice.

- Where do you want to get with this, dad? - he said, his voice low and controlled.

Logan caught the slight tremor in the question, an indication that he was on the right track. He leaned slightly forward, in an almost intimate gesture, his voice softening like someone who advises a disoriented son.

- I think maybe... it's a good idea for Naomi to come home tomorrow. - He made a theatrical pause, letting the suggestion hover in the air, accompanied by a meticulously calculated sigh. - Of course, the decision is yours, but it's evident that she feels out of place near us, you realize, don't you? The way she avoids conversations, how it seems... out of place. It wouldn't be fair to force her to stay in an environment where she clearly doesn't feel comfortable.

Kendall looked away, feeling her father's familiar and uncomfortable pressure. He knew that Logan didn't say anything by chance; every word, every pause, every sigh had a clear purpose, a direct line for control.

He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling the pressure of the conversation tighten in his mind. The dark sea ahead seemed inviting, a place where he could dive and escape Logan's overwhelming presence. But when he opened his eyes, his father was still there, watching him with that penetrating and almost pious look.

- You always talk about family, dad... - Kendall murmured, trying to keep the tone neutral, but the resentment flowed into every syllable. - But this, this situation... - He gestured vaguely to the vast and opulent yacht, to the oppressive silence of the night. - It's you who makes the rules. The only thing that matters is what you want.

Logan smiled sideways, a smile that carried a trace of contained victory. He leaned even closer, his voice now low and sharp, leaving the paternal tone aside.

- Do you think I do this for myself, Kendall? - he said, his voice almost a whisper, but every word seemed to resonate in the silence around. - I do this for you, for all of you. Because you, my son, need someone to keep you on the right track.

Kendall felt the weight of those words like a punch. Logan knew exactly where to touch, knew where Kendall was most vulnerable. He wanted to answer, he wanted to say that he didn't need anyone to guide him, but the reality was that those words made him falter. Logan leaned a little further, taking advantage of the moment of hesitation.

- Naomi doesn't understand this, Kendall. - Logan continued, now with an engaging, almost hypnotic voice. - She's not like us. You don't know what it means to be part of this family, what it means to hold the weight of a legacy like ours. And now you have even greater responsibilities. He's about to become a father. And what does a father do, if not think about the well-being of the family?

Kendall looked away, feeling the confusion increase inside him. Logan noticed every little reaction and took advantage of them like a conductor conducting a symphony.

- Dad... - Kendall murmured, almost in a tone of supplication, but his voice failed, and he didn't know exactly what he was trying to say. He didn't want to give in, but somehow, his father had put him against the wall, reminding him of all the times he had failed, every time he needed Logan's hand to guide him - or, worse, to get him out of some hole.

Logan, seeing the hesitation, put a firm hand on Kendall's shoulder, squeezing in a way that almost hurt, but that seemed full of a distorted affection.

- Kendall, son... we all make mistakes. I made mistakes. But I learned. And you? - He tilted his head, as if he was analyzing it deeply. - Don't you think it's time to start making better choices? To think beyond yourself? If she doesn't fit... maybe it's because she just doesn't belong in this world. Not like your son's mother...

Kendall swallowed hard, feeling a knot form in her throat. He wanted to scream, he wanted to free himself from that hand that pressed him while offering the support that he, paradoxically, felt he always sought. Anger and guilt mixed inside him, clouding his thoughts.

- I... - He started, but the words escaped him.

How could he defend Naomi? Or even yourself? I was trapped, once again, in the meticulously built wet by Logan.

Logan softened his expression, smoothing Kendall's shoulder as a final gesture of consolation and control.

- Think about it, son. Tomorrow morning, talk to her. Say it's better this way. For her sake. - Logan smiled, the kind of smile a beast would give when releasing the prey. - And for the good of the family.

He then walked away, leaving Kendall on the deck, alone with his thoughts that now seemed to scream inside him.

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Lying on the lounger, you gave yourself to the tranquility of that calm morning over the sea. The horizon was vast and silent, with the slight movement of the waves reflecting the sunlight, while a gentle wind brought the salty breeze to you. The distant sound of the seagulls and the swing of the boat seemed to create a subtle melody, almost like a whisper of nature, rocking their thoughts.

That loneliness was exactly what you needed. There were no voices, no presence or interference. Only the heat of the sun spreading through your skin and the clear sky extending above, without any expectation or charge. Closing your eyes, you inhaled deeply, letting the aroma of the ocean invade your lungs and, as you exhaled, you felt a rare peace settle in your chest.

Instinctively, his hands rested on the curve of his belly, his fingers tracing a light and careful affection. The touch gave you a soft smile, as if you were sharing a silent secret with the being that grew inside you. I wasn't as lonely as it seemed - there was a silent and precious company there, a life that shared that intimate moment, connected to you in a unique and deep way.

At that moment, silence became his refuge. Without family dramas, without the dilemmas that Kendall brought, without Naomi's shadow or Logan's vigilant gaze. It was just you and your son, far from everything and everyone, enveloped by an impenetrable calm. It was as if, for a few precious minutes, the world had stopped to respect this connection.

The silence that followed the confrontation with his own thoughts was abruptly interrupted by the approaching steps. You opened your eyes slowly, letting the heat of the sun caress your skin for another moment, until a smile, soft and natural, opened when you saw who was approaching.

It was his father, in an unexpected version of himself, with casual clothes and sunglasses that, somehow, always seemed to be an extension of his reserved personality. He held a small cup of coffee, the steam rising gently and dissipating in the hot morning air.

- Hi, dear. Have you eaten yet? - His question, simple and direct, brought a feeling of welcome. The way he cared about you never stopped warming his heart, and at that moment, it seemed even more significant.

- I'm still an adult, dad. Don't worry so much. - You replied with a smile, trying to ease a little the tension that was already beginning to form.

His gaze softened, but you noticed that he was thinking of the right words. The silence settled for a moment, the sound of the waves and the wind filling the void between you. Frank seemed to measure his thoughts before finally speaking.

- How are you? - He asks, and the hesitation in his tone made you a little strange. Your father never left hiding his feelings, but there was something different at that moment.

- I'm fine. - His answer was simple, direct, but his eyes didn't move away from him. You felt the need to understand more, to see beyond words. - And you? It looks like there's something bothering you.

He took a deep breath, adjusting to the chair next to him. The gesture was almost imperceptible, but you knew he was preparing for something important.

- Well, yes... - Frank begins, his voice loaded with a concern that he clearly didn't want to show. - I'm really worried about you, dear.

Before he could continue, you interrupted him gently, his tone gentler than expected.

- Dad, we've already talked about it. You don't need to think about it. - You smiled at him, but a part of you knew that he wasn't as calm as he said.

- I know already, but it still bothers me... - Frank straightens up in the chair, his eyes fixed on you, with an expression you didn't see often. He was tense, visibly uncomfortable. - Maybe Logan is right. Kendall needs to start getting real about her responsibilities. You shouldn't carry all this alone.

You sighed and looked away to the sea, the feeling that those words were becoming an uncomfortable truth taking care of your mind. That's what you feared, but hearing that from Frank, still, felt like a blow.

- Does he want to have a girlfriend? I understand that this is something personal, but letting her take this space... - Frank released an exasperated breath, irritation mixing with concern. - And bring her here? For this weekend? It's not being reasonable, for God's sake.

His father's words unfolded as if he was just putting his own thoughts out loud. But deep down, you knew he was right at some points, and the pain of that seemed to deepen.

- Dad... - You interrupted him with a soft smile, getting up slowly, trying to dodge a conversation that already seemed heavier than you could handle. His eyes met his, which were full of a silent concern. As if I were ready to hold her in case something went wrong.

- I don't want to talk about it now, okay? - You spoke with a calm but firm tone. Frank, for a moment, seemed reluctant, but nodded, understanding that you needed space.

Without waiting for more answers, you began to walk away, a sigh of frustration escaping. Your brief moment of peace had been interrupted, and you didn't know if you could recover that.

A few meters away, Kendall said goodbye to Naomi while a smaller boat waited next door, the engines purring softly against the sound of the waves. The climate was dense, almost palpable, and every gesture seemed to weigh between them. Suitcases were carried out of the Roy's yacht, and Naomi watched the movement, holding her own anxiety with a calculated coldness.

Kendall gave him a last look of apology, his hands buried in the pockets of his pants, as if he could protect himself from the discomfort of the situation.

- I'm sorry, it's just that... my father thinks it's better this way, just for this weekend. - The justification came out low, hesitant, Kendall's voice almost getting lost in the soft noise of the sea.

Naomi stared at him in silence, her tired eyes reflecting a sadness mixed with resignation. For a moment, she hesitated before answering, as if she carefully chose the words. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, but firm.

- You know you can say no to him, don't you? - Her voice trembled, as if each word carried a weight that she could no longer support. He tried to sketch a smile, but it fell away in the air, fragile, like glass cracking before falling. - Or maybe you just don't want to say no... - Without waiting for an answer, he gave her a last look, a silent goodbye that said more than any word could.

As the smaller boat moved away, Naomi watched the scene with the strange feeling of watching a movie - a story in which she was never the protagonist, just a background figure, without the power to change the script. Kendall stood on the edge of the yacht, her hands still in her pockets, watching her leave with an indecipherable expression. Right behind him, Logan approached and watched the departure from his upper position, his hands also stuck in his pockets, but with a haughty and satisfied look, as if he had just won some subtle and cruel game.

Naomi's boat moved even further away, and her gaze wandered on the deck. She saw Frank standing at the other end of the yacht, in a similar posture, oblivious to her departure. Upstairs, Roman seemed to be in the middle of a joke that made you and Shiv laugh, the three of you oblivious to the silent drama that unfolded below.

At that moment, a feeling of exclusion took over Naomi. The vision of those familiar faces, all interconnected in a web of blood and ancient loyalties, made the truth hit her like a cold and cutting wave. Maybe she had never really fit into Kendall's life; maybe there was never a space reserved for her there, just a fleeting illusion of belonging in a world that, in the end, had always been too closed for her.

Part 2

A/N: Another one from Ken because he's been my obsession lately, hehe. Hope you like it! masterlist

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Taste of Tempting Strawberries | smutty explicit 18+ general wack oral filth from missing Kendall the miserable little freak🧎‍♀️ I have an ao3 that’s at valiidpunkman too. ask is open for anything while I’m bored and yearning :(

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You should’ve known Ken wasn’t kidding around when he confessed how much he truly appreciated the gift of eating pussy, taking it as seriously as he would a feast in a drought.

He proved you right tonight and then some, looking this angelic, perfectly fucking ethereal like this. That shaved head bowing itself down into your lap. Breathing in lung fulls of your body’s scent, you could hear every long breath in and shaky breath out as he kisses the legs spread before him. Little details that revealed so much about how he was feeling. So pathetically eager for those pretty strawberry-patterned panties he licked you through to disappear. Tossed on the floor. Never to cover or conceal what’s underneath from his eyes again.

He hums absentmindedly like he would with his favorite dessert. Which to elucidate, really isn’t far off from what he’s gearing up for to eat right now.

Those fingers are needy and impatient but perfectly balancing a delicacy — smoothing them over your thighs, squeezing them and lapping at them like the starved kind of man that he is. It looked too beautiful to keep him dangling off on the hook, watching him hungrily mouth at the strawberries on the print. Gnaw at your pussy lips until he hears audible reactions. It’s beautifully filthy being this ravaged at.

“‘M starving here honey c’mon, you gonna lemme have a real taste?” He asks lowly, polite for your permission as his mouth sucks a soft hickey, Kendall’s greedy mouth indenting into your skin.

It’s made you breathless, every sensation he touches you through. The hole in your stomach fills with raging butterflies at his gentle nature clashing with such rigorous hunger.

Your head falls up and down to nod, wordlessly spreading out for him even more. Sticking your clothed pussy in his face, where his saliva marks lay right on the crotch. It took nothing else for him to resist his urges any longer. Eyes bulging through those eyelashes, he stares at everything as he’s taking it in while ripping your panties down a leg. Scrunching them up, stuffing them into his back pocket just to be a creepy fuck later if God forbid she never spreads herself for him again. Maybe realize sooner or later he’s a big mistake.

It’s easy shaking off any insecurities protruding his mind when he could throw his brain in the fucking garbage when he gets to look at your throbbing bare pussy, leaking like you’re in heat. Kendall figures to prove his second thoughts wrong was to do a good fucking job, feel her cum on his tongue and his fingers as many times as you can handle so you couldn’t help but come back to him again for some more.

“Yeahhh, goddamn. Prettiest pussy right here, she’s just beautiful. Hold those open for me right now, you’ll get to wrap them around my shoulders in a second okay?” he utters, helplessly stroking your lips and your clit, smoothing the pads of his fingers up and down your delicate flesh. Shining already for him to play around with the mess.

“Atta girl. Open wide. You want my tongue first? Or these fingers?”

He’s circles your bulging clit like a shark, feeling your heartbeat jump right on your cute little button. As you clench around nothing except the emptiness of your slick walls, dripping another gush out from his smooth touch, he’s stunned to brief silence and hypnotized by the clear pretty swish around his fingers. Audibly you’re so turned on underneath him that it could’ve knocked him out landing his head right between your legs, knowing he’d wake up happy stuffing his face into you some more.

You’ve begun grinding mercilessly towards him, feeding Kendall the most delicious visuals of all. Ones he’ll press replay on and get lost into over, and over, and over again.

“Sounds like you need to be licked clean princess. Let’s open her up. Thaaaat’s it,” he directly starts spreading you open apart. “That’s it sweet girl. Gorgeous.”

Shaking his head, still in enormous bewilderment and disbelief he’s lucky enough to be here right now.

Done killing any time getting you wetter with his teasing, he opens his mouth before ducking right in to go for your silky clit. Buttering you up for him, getting those precious endorphins rushing to your brain with the help of his face and his tongue. That’s where he wants you.

He pops your bud in and out of his mouth, sucking and licking before smoothing that fat tongue warmly up to round itself around your entrance. Tasting and scoring that delectable wetness gushing out of you like honey.

“Yes….. that’s it—please keep licking it right there, oh….” you pant, red and sweating from that mouth not being shy, but going in deep. Twisting his tongue in, fucking it in and out. Slurping up any remains and even spitting directly onto the flushed labia.

Hands scrunch and grip possessively onto the skin of your ass. His breathing is so hot mixed with his spit, indulging like a fucking cheeseburger. His head is shaking back and forth as he dug in and repeated his tongue movements, swiping left and right and figure eight’s until he felt more of that beautiful, undeniable clenching down signal of reaching a melting point.

He tastes you literally melting for him, legs now tossed around his shoulders and shoving his face further in. Beneath you and him was Kendall’s raging hard on now outlined and leaking little spots of stains into the fabric, no different than those strawberry panties that sit in a little wet pile on the floor.

With an obnoxious slurp, one that brought a deeper shade of red outta your cheeks, he spits another pool on your open lips and kisses your puffed up clit. “Feel her clenching on me. Making you feel good, yeah? Like the way my mouth is fucking you?”

“Mmmmfff…..” you whine, shutting your eyes in unrelenting bliss. Feeling that smooth tongue annihilate you, shove itself inside you and make way to find every spongey sensitive spot. Your hips find themselves fucking onto his tongue like it’s his dick, sliding shyly but recklessly knowing it’s driving him and his own cock insane.

“Take it, take my tongue, fuck that pretty pussy on my face. Shit…..” he shuts up as you gain a quicker stronger momentum, engulfing his face and every bump and ridge and crevice to your pussy’s advantage, feeling every feature of his nudge your clit so irresistibly.

“Cum on my face. C’mon, fucking spray me with it. I don’t wanna be able to breathe,” he chuckles. Shoves himself back into you, hearing your wet gushing ruin both of you as you roll your head back and swear he took you to another dimension on his tongue. That wiggly, selfish tongue — slurping like your pussy’s leftovers are broth from a bowl, enticing and invigorating. His lips pout and kiss and press against you in every possible way you could’ve wanted, needed in order to finish tenfold.

“I….I can’t hold it Ken—“

“I don’t want you to.”

Looking up at you with those devastating eyes, you forget how you even ended up here and you don’t care if any part post nut makes you regret fucking this horny brat’s face �� you couldn’t bring yourself to stop if everything you had on the line depended on it.

You hump and bump and grind, using that head like a damn sex toy while your clit almost painfully shudders from overstimulation at a particular swirl of his tongue.

“Mmmmm, myeah—“

You hear under you as you release yourself and cum on his mouth, on his chin. Waves crashing over your pussy for you couldn’t guess how long. Kendall’s smile is easy to feel while his mouth is still on you. Lingering, licking to clean up any mess in and around your used pussy. With how inflamed and engorged you were when you looked down, you would’ve thought he used some high powered fucking clit-sucker 5000 judging by the way your bud is visually used up and exhausted from his unrelenting stimulation. When you whine that if he licks you down there again you’ll nearly piss on his face he just laughs and says wouldn’t be so bad.

He wraps it up, kissing your pussy sweetly like if he were putting a bow on it and comes up for air. You can’t help but feel the rush again just seeing how disheveled eating you out made him. His shoulders still move up and down as he catches his breathing up with light gasps. His face is a mess, slathered in your remnants of cum. That bulge in his boxers looked like it’d been crying for air and attention for ages. You don’t think twice before gripping him clumsily in your grasp. Eager to feel and see how you’ve affected him.

He whips his head down and winces like he’s been burned, groaning raw from the electrifying pleasure. Your grip starts loose but gradually gains momentum as you tighten your fist, feeling his jumpy thickness cry out for you and release little dollops of pre-cum from the tip. Pearly white and pretty.

Kendall’s stomach does several somersaults while your own mouth goes in, teasing the very top.

“Didn’t…. mmm honey you know you don’t have to, I could’ve came awhile ago. You’re what I’m focused on,” he swallows, feeling his body betray him as you vacuum suck the whole crown of his thick head. Framing those blowjob lips so juicy and pretty around his length. Naughty and angelic wrapped up in one.

“Then keep focusing on me, on this,” you whisper. Tender licks wiggling around his throbbing erection.

“Mmmfuck. Fuck this isn’t fair, I’m gonna cum sooner,” he shuns himself, tossing his head back similar to how you did, unable to look at the real life fantasy plastered before him of your head gulping him up and down.

“I’m gonna have to fuck that selfish pussy another time.” Kendall confesses, licking the taste of you from his lips and daring another peak down. He’s filled with a tight feeling of admiration in his chest, in his cock, watching her throat bob and nearly choke up and down half of him. He thrusts his hips upwards gently, sad that it’s already almost over from her inescapable torment.

“Fucking get ready. Take me out if f’you don’t want a mouthful.”

The warning is rushed and raspy, sweat building up to the finale as his dick jumps and weeps from the generous swirls of your tongue. He watches you play with his balls with those impossibly soft fingers, gripping them exactly as hard as he needs to finally bust. Around seven or eight cumshots fly out from his swollen head like a geyser, landing every which way from your tongue to your forehead to your breasts and lips. The creamy mess he’s making only fueling your heat and desire seeing him orgasm and scrunch his face in an adorable helpless orgasm face that said he was sent off in the clouds. Distant from earth somewhere with every pump of your hand jacking him to empty the last thick drops of his load that make a mess streaming down his length and your wrist.

“Look fucking perfect covered in my cum,” he grumbles. Still in a wondrously vulnerable state of afterglow as you work a massage on his balls and his inner thighs still flexing themselves because of you. It’s so fast it’s unexpected when he’s on you again, meeting your wet mouth with his. Tasting yourselves combined on each other. He swirls your tongue with his the same thing he’d done to your pussy moments ago, melting you with his techniques yet again.

“You need any relief again you come back to me, understood? I’ll fuck every thought right outta this stressed out brain,” he gestures to your head and claws your scalp gently, scrunching up a handful of your locks soothingly. He snakes his beady eyes down the splatter trail of cum still all on you, flipping his dick back on as easy as a light switch from the visual. His fingers absently rub a blot of cum into your skin some more, like he’s moisturizing your skin to health, appreciating the naughty mess still painted on you.

“Shit, you’re ethereal. I wanna photograph.” he brings you in a bear hug, squishing both of you down to lie on the pillows of the bed.

He’s taken aback by your sudden swinging of the legs over onto his lap, towering over him, feeling the half-hard again cock slowly fill and rise again under the new position. The lump of his Adam’s apple gulps.

“Shit…. already uh, already needing another-?”

Fingers trace your hip bones.

“You say,” you lean down to mouth at his jaw. “whenever I want more relief—“

“-Come back for more. Good girl,” he sighs, closing his eyes and leaning into wherever you kiss. He puckers up in a quiet request to smack his lips against yours more, selfishly gnawing and twirling his tongue to consume everything inside. “My good fucking girl.”

Any of Kendall’s thoughts and worries float away to make room for you, what you feel like rubbing against him. What you sound like quivering on the edge just from the tip of his tongue.

He trails his lips down your neck, mumbling into the salty sweat drenching your skin that “I’ll take care of you good, so good you don’t have to do anything but just lie back and breathe for me baby. Just like that.”

Readjusting you both until you’re stretched out beneath him, so tired and pliant but ready and needy just the same.

“Tug on my hair when you’ve had too much,” he briefs before diving unexpectedly right back in, swirling his flat tongue generously over your bud and your lips.

“Ken, first of all you’re bald now and god dammit Ken—“

“I always eat before I fuck. Understand?”

That answering tone doesn’t leave you any room for argument, feeling his tongue go in for more while his eyes look up at you. Those eyes that say he isn’t gonna be done until he’s one hundred percent full.

Your brain barely could, but it starts thinking back to the conversation that led to how all of this started.

”And that’s it? That’s really your favorite part about getting laid? Going down on the girls?”

Kendall is cheeky and doesn’t hide it when he answers. “Fuck yeah it is. Watching her get hot and bothered on top of my face? Jesus Christ.” he whistles and puts his hands folded up behind his neck. You watch him likely replaying memories of numerous women in that very position, writhing on top of him for his tongue before he ever lets her even touch his dick.

“I’ve gone down on girls to make up for whenever they’re mad at me, or never got any head before, or just feel pretty bored as shit of their boyfriends not doing it for them in bed. S’real easy you know, just becoming this…. vessel for her to use. Tease her and praise her the whole time, get her real riled up…..” he trails off, feeling the atmosphere bloom and shift with every word of filth falling out of his mouth.

His eyes inevitably fall to your clothed mound as if he started fantasizing right then and there of the possibility. There’s resistance he tries displaying, tries not to make you uncomfortable or on the spot with everything but a glimmer of something else taking over him bleeds over his bar of temptation.

The finishing realization of how attracted and open jaw’d he gotten around you started at that tiny peak of pretty strawberries littering your panties that poke out from the band of your sweatpants. Triggering an incessant greed to look, touch, taste.

Kendall keeps his focus shamelessly on that tease of cotton strawberries, dancing on the tingling urges filling his mind up. His curiosity finds the best of him, finding her blush spreading down her neck just as lovely and endearing.

“Of course you’d weaponize a talent like that,” you scoff a laugh, trying to disguise your being flustered by the image of sitting on his mouth out of his begging of you to.

“M’not weaponizing if they give in, have their way in the end. It’s basically like quid pro quo,” Kendall bullshits, feeling a strike of adrenaline at the way you look back at him like you’ve been on the same page ever since the immature conversation started.

“Like quid pro quo, huh?”

It takes a moment to stifle everything in him before simply nodding. Clenching his jaw, clicking that aforementioned tongue in his mouth.

“Exactly.”

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spring breakers! - series masterlist

pairing: roman roy x fem!oc

word count: 12k and counting...

synopsis: she built herself into exactly what they wanted-brilliant, ruthless, indispensable. but when the past comes calling and the stakes get higher, Marla Carranza has to decide: is she playing to win, or just trying not to lose?

warnings: drugs, alcohol, foul language, main character is a bad person, a lot of business talk, more details in each chapter.

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prologue: of power and pride

chapter one: shark-infested waters

chapter two: not on the menu

chapter three: house money

chapter four: coming soon...

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How Succession Characters would react to getting you pregnant...

Pairings: Kendall Roy x Reader, Roman Roy x Reader, Tom Wambsgans x Reader, Greg Hirsch x Reader, Lucas Mattson x Reader, Stewy Hosseini x Reader

Author's note: Thank you for this fun request! Here is a little bit of thoughts on how a bunch of the Succession characters would react to finding out their partner (the reader) is pregnant ☺️

Kendall Roy

This man has had the importance of succession literally bred into him. His struggles with infertility and trying to be the kind of father he wishes he could be have taken a toll on poor Kendall, making him feel like he'll never have the family he's always wished for. That starts to ease when the two of you get together, slowly coming around to the idea that maybe he doesn't need anything else as long as he has you. But when your period is late, expect Kendall to notice, always keeping track of your body in the back of his mind in a way he just can't help but obsess over. He daren't say anything, certain that in the next week it will turn out to be nothing, his body once again failing to deliver him what he craves so much.

A few days later when you bring him lunch at the office he's all but pushed that hopeful thought out of his head until you present him a carefully wrapped box, inside of which sit a dozen positive pregnancy tests. He's in complete disbelief at first, eyes welling up and repeatedly asking if you're sure, and more uncomfortably for him, if it's definitely his. Once you've suitably convinced him of both of those facts, you'll get full, smiling, happy Kendall, scooping you into his arms and telling you exactly how 'fucking excited he is' loud enough that by 2pm that day everyone in the Waystar office has heard the news.

While you're pregnant Kendall can't stop telling everyone that the two of you are expecting, overflowing with pride and joy and love for your growing family. He's the kind of person to fly in the best midwife/doula/doctor in the world to make sure everything goes exactly to plan, making sure you don't have to lift a finger for the whole nine months. He'd also be an absolute menace for not being able to keep his hands off you, the way you glow as you start showing driving his little brain insane, wanting more than anything to just put baby after baby inside you.

Finally when the baby comes expect Kendall to be there. Yes he'll have a few wobbles and won't be perfect, the reality of his experience of fatherhood making him doubt he'll do anything good enough for this baby, but every time he sees the two of you, he knows he needs to step up and do whatever it takes for his little family, now that he finally has what he's been dreaming of.

Roman Roy

It's taken a long time for Roman just to get comfortable being intimate with you, a slow but not unpleasant journey that the two of you have been on since he first fell embarrassingly hard for you while working at Waystar. Given the months of longing looks and lingering touches it took to get to your first kiss, you never really thought about needing to use protection with Roman, until one particularly special night he finally wanted to try 'the whole thing' with you, surprised and delighted at how perfect it felt take make love to someone he truly cared for, allowing himself to be vulnerable in every way with you. As if wanting to make up for lost time, that night would lead to a real Honeymoon phase of Roman not being able to keep his hands off you, desperate to feel that incredible connection again and again.

You can hardly feel too surprised as the nurse confirms your suspicion, a follow up appointment made and a heavy piece of news on your shoulders as you ride silently in the town-car back to yours and Roman's home. He's his usual ball of emphatic energy as you step through the door, bounding up to you before stopping in his tracks at the clear weight on your chest. The words spill out before you can overthink it, watching carefully as you watch him process it all, slinking down to the floor and sitting cross-legged in silence as he contemplates. Roman had never planned to have a child, not ever expecting to find someone like you to share his life with, and he didn't exactly have the best relationship with the concept of fatherhood, a chill running down his spine at the thought of Logan ever laying a hand on his kid. Then a realisation began to calm him; that he was nothing like his father. And while he wouldn't be perfect, his immature brain sure to make mistakes along the way, he knew he would always make his child feel safe, something he wished someone had done for him all those years ago. So then he'd smile, and pull you down to the floor with him, and laugh his teary-eyed hyena laugh, and wrap you in his arms, protecting all three of you for the next chapter of your lives.

It's safe to say his family would be extremely surprised by the announcement, particularly Logan, who'd rejoice in a way that made Roman feel even more sure that he'd never be that kind of cruel, manipulative father that only wanted his children for what they could do for him. Throughout the pregnancy Roman would be up and down, jubilant and terrified, proud and ashamed, the whole thing trudging up more than its fair share of childhood trauma. But when it comes down to it, he'll be there to step up, immediately swearing to do whatever it takes to make sure your little one never feels the way he spent his life feeling.

Tom Wambsgans

Despite all the venom and acid that burned him in his first marriage (this one's for you team Tomshiv divorce), Tom is peak fatherhood material. You only have to look at the intensely caring way he talks about Mondale, the bizarre energy he's put into raising Greg, and of course, his absolute undying affections for you, to know this man would coddle a child like no one's business. You wouldn't even be scared to tell him, the news unplanned but certainly not unpleasant, the way this man fucks like a freight train clearly no match for the average condom.

You'd make an event of it, ordering balloons and cake and flowers to your shared duplex, so when he got home to a sea of congratulations there would be no doubt. A midwest man through and through, if you weren't already married he'd buy you a ring the very next day, the floods of happy tears stopping long enough to let him pick a perfect diamond. He'd spend half the week on the phone telling everyone he knows, so excited to grow your little family, and be the kind of man he'd been raised to be. He's definitely type to read an unhelpful number of articles to make sure he's doing everything he can 'to serve you and your growing child during this strenuous time', calling his mother to fly across the states to help out as you get closer to your due date. This man already has a short-list of the best preschools in New York by the time your bundle of joy comes in the world, ready to be a present father and husband, even if it means for once his career has to take a backseat.

Greg Hirsch

You had worked very very hard to make it crystal clear to Greg that whatever happened between the two of you was strictly on a casual basis, not wanting to get drawn into his complex family dynamics, or end up the centre of ATN news story. Despite his clear infatuation he had agreed, following every boundary and rule you set out to the best of his slightly clueless abilities. So when you triple checked the calendar and realised what had happened, you couldn't help but lock yourself in the Waystar women's bathroom and scream enough curses to make Kendall Roy blush. After deciding this was something you wanted, you'd finally let Greg buy you dinner, surprised by the calibre of restaurant he picked for what was really just a first date.

When you tell him the news, and make it clear you don't expect anything from him, you'd be pleasantly surprised by how loudly and excitedly he proclaims "that he loves kids!" earning a few uncomfortable looks from the tables around you. He'd be stressed and feel unprepared for sure, but he wanted more of a relationship with you and this was going to put that on the cards for him, plus he'd always wanted a family of his own so he couldn't wait to tell 'Uncle Tom and Great Grandpa Ewen' the news.

Realistically he'd be quite a useless partner, buying you your favourite sushi without realising you can't have it, and wanting to throw a party in your favourite bar to celebrate, forgetting you can't drink, but the thought would always be there. And if you need anything done, he's ready and waiting, even if he needs the clearest possible instructions and will end up having to call you for more information anyway. No matter how much trouble it gets him in with work/Tom he'd be at every appointment, proud to have a reason to pull himself together and excited to be a grown up, if it means being one by your side. Once you have your baby, he'd 100% bring them into the office, showing them around Waystar and being shocked at anyone implying its not appropriate to bring your baby to work, having Tom back him that it's important for all the Roy family to be there together.

Stewy Hosseini

Coming from the happiest family in the Succession universe, Stewy's often thought about having a family of his own, but his lifestyle of late nights and kissing boys on Molly means it's not something that he's ever really applied himself to pursuing. So when the two of you start dating he takes it seriously; he can tell he could have a real future with you, the type of warm, intelligent, kind person he's always wanted to find and settle down with. It wouldn't be long until you were introduced to his parents, watching over his nieces and nephews together and giving Stewy no choice but to pray you'll be the mother of his children. He'd want to go through the traditional order of things, getting married and building a home together before you started to grow your family, but when a happy night of too much rose in the hot tub on his balcony leads to a positive pregnancy test, he'd be absolutely elated. He'd call in every favour he was owed across the city to get your dream wedding together within a month, dragging you round viewings of townhouses with little gardens he immediately describes as 'perfect for the little one.'

Stewy would still respect your independence though, making his hopes and preferences known, but ultimately letting you call all the shots, just a helping hand and credit card to make whatever you're dreaming of come true. He's less protective than some of the others, but only because he knows you're tough as nails now and always, not wanting you to feels smothered and wrapped in bubble-wrap, still making sweet plans for just the two of you before and after the baby comes. Stewy would be such a happy and excited father, truly just a joy to be around.

Lukas Mattson (warning: darker themes, reader discretion advised)

Even just being seduced by Mattson would feel a little bit unsettling; uncertain of exactly how much of what he said he really meant, and what was all just charm and bravado that seemed to effortlessly ooze out of him. So when he insists that you don't need protection, or says he'll pull out but always does it a moment too late, you don't realise what he's up to until it's too late. You see from the moment Lucas met you, he knew you had to be his, and the easiest way to tie your lives together forever is to get you pregnant.

He'd pretend to be shocked by the news, like he hadn't worked night and day to baby-trap you, asking you sincerely if you want to keep it, and telling you you'd want for absolutely nothing if you just let him look after the two of you. He says it so sweetly, so sincerely, hovering his shaking hand just shy of your stomach and looking down at you with nothing but awestruck affection in his eyes that you can't help but fall for him, this image of devotion exactly what you want for your future. And as you say you want to keep it, and have your family with him, he'll fall to his knees and tear up, his whole life feeling like it lead to this moment, a child to make the best future he can for.

He'll throw himself into his work for a lot of your pregnancy, a new perspective on his work with AI, tinkering with the latest baby tech to make sure you two have everything you could possibly want to help you with this stage of your lives. You'll grow slightly more used to his intensity as he points it in a helpful direction, worshipping the ground you walk on and trying desperately to make everything as good as it can be for your little family.

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We're gonna have a fucking baby

Kendall Roy x f!reader (Smut) 3.2k word count

Summary: After spending the day with Kendall and his two kids, Kendall admits he frequently fantasizes about having another baby with you. This conversation quickly leads to an intimate night of him trying to make that happen.

“I mean, is this all my life is y/n? Forty years of fucking up”.

“Ken, your life is forty years of being an amazing older brother, a hardworking son, and a great dad! Maybe with a few hiccups along the way but…who's counting?” you exclaimed as you placed a fresh cup of coffee in front of your emotionless boyfriend. His large eyes staring back at his reflection in the black liquid.

“The press is counting, my family is fucking counting. And you don’t have to lie y/n, I know I am neglectful in all those relationships. Especially with my kids” he roughly remarked.

For weeks you had been pushing the idea of Kendall spending more time with his kids. Whenever he had a day off you would throw out suggestions like, “Hey Ken, the weathers great! Maybe we should bring Sophia and Iverson to Central Park.” Or “NYC has so many museums, we should take Sophia to the ballet, and Iverson to the Hall of Science”. Never intending to make Kendall feel like a deadbeat dad. You knew how he admired his kids. Occasionally he just needed a little push to be there for them. 

Due to Kendall’s lackluster attitude you figured today wasn’t the day to ask kendall if he wanted to make plans with his kids. Maybe it was the warm Saturday morning air flooding the usually chilling apartment, or the fact that Kendall was finally not in the office on a weekend but you just had to throw out the idea one more time. “Ken, I know you're having a rough day” you said softly as you reached out to squeeze his open hand. “But maybe not being cooped up in the office or your apartment will make you feel better-”

“Look, I know where you're going with this y/n and I’m not going to another one of your fucking pilates classes.” Kendall directly cutting off your sentence before you could finish. You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend's consistent apathy.

“Damn, but I just love seeing you so worked up and sweaty” you retort. “No Ken, I was going to say, why don't we take Sophia and Iverson to the zoo today?” you cheerfully presented. To your surprise Kendalls eyes nearly seemed to light up at the word “zoo” as if something clicked inside of him, almost breaking his depressive state. Kendall responded with a quick “let me call Rava”.

You watched the rows of skyscrapers pass as you and Kendall sat in suffocating silence on the way to Rava’s apartment. Kendall fidgeted in his seat, pulling on his t-shirt, mindlessly switching between apps on his phone before eventually letting out a quiet “you know, you don't have to come if you don't want to y/n, I can pick them up by myself if it makes you more comfortable.” You placed your hand gently on his upper thigh giving a light squeeze as you explained. “Ken, it's really okay. I mean she's the mother of your children! We can't exactly avoid each other forever.” you said, showing a soft smile to assure Kendall of your confidence. Honestly, you and Rava got along fine. Although she was slow to warm up to you, you never took it personally. Who wouldn't be cautious of their drug addict, ex husbands, new girlfriend. Over time her cold demeanor shifted as you two began having small conversations whenever she would pick the kids up. You almost admired Rava in a way. She was beautiful, always looked elegantly put together, successful in her career, and she was an amazing mother. Everything you secretly hoped to one day be for Kendall.

 As the car pulled up to Rava’s apartment you mind began to picture how your future might look with Kendall if things continued at the pace they were. Of course, Kendall had joked many times about getting you pregnant and running away together to get married. But you two never had a real discussion about what you saw for your future. You couldn't help but occasionally daydream of you and Kendall standing in an empty room deciding between sage green or soft peach, paint swatches for a nursery. Or rocking your baby to sleep as Kendall softly wrapped his arms around your waist, humming gently in your ear. 

Your mind wandered further into your maternal daydream as your day at the zoo went on. Observing how patient and gentle Kendall was Iverson and how lovingly he doted on Sophia, had your heart skipping beats every minute. Making sure to capture hundreds of photos of all the adorable moments. Kendall typically only showed his love in undisclosed ways but with his children it was on full display. 

As you and Iverson stared into a tank of swimming otters counting each one that passed, Kendall realized for the first time in weeks he didn’t feel like the world was collapsing in on him. There was something reassuring about watching you point out different frog species with Iverson and hold hands with Sophia, skipping together to each animal. Everytime he heard one of his kids yell “Dad, come look!” served as a reminder that he still had people in his life who cared about him. Who needed him. 

Kendalls wandering thoughts were interrupted by a small tug on his sleeve and he looked down to find his daughter sweetly beaming up at him.

“What's up Princess? Are you having a good time?”

 “Dad! y/n is so cool and you’re always happier when you're with her!” The young girl exclaimed.

Kendalls entire demeanor softened, and he kneeled down to wrap his arms around Sophia. Hearing those words nearly broke his heart. He was highly aware he wasn’t always at his best when around his kids, but he always tried to fake it for Sophia and Iverson. The fact that his kids could see past the facade made him sick. Just another reminder of the ways he was becoming like his father. 

Kendall attempted to hide his shame from Sophia, responding smoothly “Yeah Soph, I guess you’re right about that. Lucky for us, I think y/n is here to stay.” In spite of her fathers hopefully tone, Sophia was hardly a young kid anymore and she could still see the fragment of sadness Kendall felt. She pleaded further “Please dad! y/n is the best! I want her around forever!”. After his divorce Kendall decided remarrying was out of the question for him. The thought of being like his dad; multiple wives with kids he ignored from each, practically gave him nightmares. However, Kendall couldn’t deny that when he met you, his mindset instantly changed. Within only a few months the thought of you having his child definitely crossed his mind more than once. He would catch himself picturing moments like you handing him a pregnancy test with a bright ‘+’ result. Staring up at him with your soft eyes anticipating his reaction. How he would scoop you up in his arms and yell “we're having a baby!” kissing you all over and reminding you how he would take care of you forever. Nonetheless, he always pushed those thoughts aside and never revealed how he really dreamed of you two ending up. The press already had a field day with your age gap, you were really starting to build momentum in your career and the last thing he ever wanted to do was make you feel trapped.

That night you and Kendall sat snuggling on the couch, scrolling through all of the silly photos taken throughout the day. You felt especially safe wrapped in Kendall's arms tonight. Assuming it was just the effects of getting to see Kendalls paternal instincts. He left gentle pecks along your forehead while giggling at every photo of Iverson and Sophia posing with the animals. The effortless time with his kids paired now with your warm body cuddled on top of him reliving the memories was already filling him with a mellow nostalgia. 

As you scrolled past a selfie of you kissing Kendall on the cheek you giggled “we would make such cute babies.” Instantly Kendalls ears perked up seeing as he was the one usually joking about making babies. 

“Are you kidding? Our kids would be like the next super model, techno DJ, fucking ultra geniuses!” 

You expected Kendall to have to have such a teasing reaction but honestly you were being serious. 

“Fuck yeah they would!” you joked back, pressing a peck to your boyfriend's lips. Kendall quickly deepened the kiss before pulling back to look at you.

“Did I ever tell you how sexy I think you would look pregnant?” Kendall whispered. “What? Omg Kendall no! You have never told me that” you laughed.

“Come on. What do you think… I think about after I cum in you?” he said with a large grin. 

“Ken I- are you serious? Do you really think about you?”

 Despite the giggle you let out as you asked, you knew Kendall caught on to the trace of hopefulness behind your question. 

“Uh of course, I think about how fucking beautiful my girlfriend would be with my child, yeah.” Kendall assured. 

Your heart was nearly pounding out of your chest. Despite being unsure if Kendall was being honest or simply pulling your heartstrings hearing him say those words was making you melt deeper into his arms.

“Mm really? How often?” you teased, hoping to gather more confirmation that Kendall wasn’t just joking.

“Um okay, you want me to be honest?” he asked.

“One hundred percent.” you said.

“Like. Everyday.”

Stunned by his answer, your mouth fell open and stumbled to come up with a response. 

“Seeing you with Sophia and Iverson, waking up to you every morning, fuck y/n, you have no idea how bad I want to come home to you and our family.” Kendall continued.

“Our family?” you questioned.

 You could sense Kendalls discomfort with your reaction. You hadn’t intended to say that thought aloud but you were speechless. It felt as if the delusional world in your head and reality were swapping places. 

Kendalls large eyes were staring into your eyes, anxiety flooding his body, praying you say something else. 

“Ken I-” you began, before being interrupted by a distressing Kendall.

“Look y/n its just a thought, I mean I’m definitely not trying to push for something you’re not ready for, like I know your young and-”

Crashing your lips into Kendalls was the only way you knew to shut him up from his fearful rambling.

“But…I want you, Kendall.” you said.

 Your hands holding his face to look directly into his dark eyes. “I want all of you. All of your bad habits. All of your ex-wife, Roy family drama baggage. And especially…to have your babies.” you drew out slowly, letting a devilish smile creep onto your face. 

That was all the reassurance Kendall needed before he was kissing you deeply , moving to positioning himself in between your thighs, hovering above you.  

“Is that really what you want y/n? You want me to make you mine?” His previously trembling voice was now confident and nearly patronizing.

“Mhm baby, only yours” you replied sweetly while attempting to grind your hips up to Kendalls. That slight bit of friction was met with a repressed grunt from Kendall, his hands moving to tightly grip your hips, halting any movement. You could tell Kendall was already craving you. You could feel his dick growing harder as it pressed firmly against your clothed center. The truth was Kendall was hard since the conversation had begun. Even when you had simply joked earlier about making cute babies Kendall couldn’t help the blood that instantly rushed to his cock, causing it to throb against his sweats.

Kendall moved slowly to remove the soft sweater you were wearing, gently helping you to pull out each arm before lifting it over your head. His lips softly connected to your neck. Leaving light pecks, stopping occasionally to gently suck on the skin and admire the small blemishes he was leaving behind. His large hands softly massaging your breasts before his tongue swiftly moved to draw light circles around your nipples. Taking the small bud between his lips and sucking tenderly, making sure to give each nipple equal attention. Your body pushed your chest forward desperately giving in to his delicate touch. His ability to instantly turn you into a moaning mess never failed. 

You squirmed beneath him searching for something to grind against, desperate to stimulate the area he was ignoring. 

“This is what you’ve been waiting for isn’t it? For me to fuck you and make you mine? Already so eager for my fucking cum in you. My pretty girl” Kendall taunted softy. Watching you gasp as your back arched into him. 

“Please Ken” you pleaded.

His fingers trace slowly down your body, finally making contact with your touch deprived center. Using two fingers to rub soft circles on your clit and slide them through your slick folds pressing firmly against your slit. His fingers were instantly covered in your wetness before he even dipped them into your pussy. 

Kendall stared into your eyes as he brought the first finger he used to spread your pussy to his lips. Sliding the digit slowly into his mouth, “Fuck! You taste so good”. Bringing his second finger to your mouth with a commanding “suck”. You gladly accepted and softly sucked on the flesh tasting yourself before Kendall removed the finger with a loud popping sound. 

He quickly moved from between your thighs to kneeling at the edge of the bed, wrapping his arms firmly around your thighs and pulling your dripping pussy level to his mouth. You cried out as his lips connected directly to your exposed clit. Kendall hummed into your pussy as he tongued the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hands grasped desperately searching for something to hold onto as you felt your orgasm building in your stomach. Kendall removed his firm grasp from around your hips and found your hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. “Fuck Ken! You’re gonna- make me cum! Please- please don't stop!” You cried out, squeezing his hands harder feeling your eyes close shut. On nights when Kendall was feeling especially dominating, now is when he would completely pull away. Always trying to see how many times he could bring you to the edge before he finally gave you permission to cum. However, tonight was different. Kendall was on a mission to prove just how good he could make you feel, how bad he wanted to give you everything, that he would truly take care of you. His cock was leaking with precum appreciating every sound that left your body as he continued working your pussy. Rapidly licking at your slit and sucking on your clit until finally the knot building in your stomach released. You couldn't stop the dramatic stream of moans that left your body.

“Oh my God Ken!” 

 “Good girl” Kendall hummed as you attempted to catch your breath feeling your sensitive pussy throbbing inside. 

You yelped, as you felt Kendalls mouth return to your overstimulated clit leaving light kisses while he worked to remove his sweatpants and boxers. 

Kendall gently lifted you in both arms and softly laid you back down in the center of the bed. Taking his time to kiss you deeply as he wrapped his arms tightly around you. His chest heaving against yours as he lowered his waist. His dick finally making contact where you had been craving it most, smoothly grinding his tip in between your folds. 

He buried his head in the crook of your neck, his dark voice whispering lowly into your ear “You’re my fucking girl.”

“I’m all yours Ken.”

“And this.” Kendall moved his hands to lightly slap his dripping head against your clit, “is my fucking pussy.” His aggressive words muttered with affection and tenderness.

“It’s your pussy Kendall. Forever”

Gradually Kendall began pushing his tip into your soaking entrance, taking his time to guide his cock deeper. Halting his movements frequently to feel you stretch around him.

 “Fuck! I love you.” He grunted when his cock finally bottomed out. Dropping all his weight onto your hips, rocking deeply into you. His body was pressed so tightly against yours making you feel especially small and protected. His pelvic bone brushing against your clit with every thrust as he smoothly gained aggression.  

Breathy mumbles of “I love you too Kendall, I love you so much” left your lips. His powerful thrust sending electricity straight from your brain to your pussy and through every inch of your body. The sound of your wet pussy dripping around Kendalls cock, his warm breath brushing your neck as he moaned deeply instinctively made you wrap your legs tightly around his hips. Although Kendall had intended to be soft with you tonight he couldn't stop himself from pounding into you ruthlessly. He could feel your pussy tightening around his cock with each thrust signaling you were close to cumming once again. 

“Fuck baby! Why are you so fucking wet for me huh? Does it turn you on knowing I’m gonna cum in that fucking pussy? My pretty girl, gonna have my baby?” 

He wasn’t expecting a real answer, only seeking to push you closer to cumming on his cock. He was using everything in him not to cum before you and you could feel his smooth pace become more erratic as he snapped his hips harshly against yours.

 Letting go of his tight grasp around your body to balance with his forearms on either side of your head. Holding your face with his hands, pressing his forehead lightly atop yours. 

“You want my fucking cum?” He questioned, doing his best to maintain a firm tone as he held back his orgasm.

“Yes Ken! I want your cum, baby! Please!” you cried out.

“Tell me where you want it. Tell me where you want me to cum baby”. He was fucking into you at a brutual pace watching as tears began forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Fuck! In my pussy Ken, please cum inside me!” you pleaded as his words drew you to your second orgasm. That was all Kendall needed to hear before he was releasing deep inside you with a powerful thrust. It felt as if you could feel his cum hitting your cervix as he maintained his rough pace, fucking his cum deeper into you. Kendall could feel his orgasm rushing through his entire body, his cock throbbing inside of you, twitching, as he felt your nails drag down his back and your pussy squeezing around him. Milking every ounce of pleasure. 

Kendall slowly pulled out you with a deep sigh. The loss of contact, already causing you to feel empty. You were yearning for him to reach out his arms again and pull you into a deep hug. Kendall traced his fingers lightly over your stomach, remaining silent as he studied every inch of your body before dropping to lay down on his back next to you. “Is he already regretting this?” You thought to yourself as Kendall laid silently staring up at the ceiling. You could feel you heart slowly sinking, letting out a soft sigh as you sat up and began shuffling off the bed. Your movements, quickly interrupted by Kendall reaching to pull your body into his lap. Straddling him, his toned arms pulled you into him tightly. Your chests rose and fell in sync as you both breathe in deeply. You feel Kendalls chests begin to vibrate beneath you and he lets out a loud chuckle, brightly exclaiming “We’re gonna have a fucking baby!”

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“Sweetheart”

This is pt 2 to my last story “Don’t Call me Kid”!! Read that first so this’ll make sense! ♡

Summary: After Kendall’s birthday, your relationship with Roman seemed beyond repair. Until he comes into your office to talk about Caroline’s wedding. (3x08)

Content: Established relationship, f!reader, insecurity, repressing emotions, bit of angst, implied body image issues, mention of age gap, dom/sub relationship dynamics, fluff?, roman hating himself

It’s been almost a week since Ken's birthday, and you've been doing your best to avoid Roman Roy. I mean, you work with him since he’s technically your boss. Luckily, you have your own office, helping you isolate until he apologizes, which he hasn’t yet. He hated talking about his feelings. But, he hated your absence more. Before all this, Roman had invited you to Caroline's second wedding as a plus-one. The thought of having to brush off Roman's actions and show up as his date made your stomach knot.

But the wedding was in two days, meaning the flight was later today. The miscommunication between you two made it unclear if you were still going. While wrapping up an email, you heard a patterned knock at your door. To no surprise, you saw Roman through the glass with his head hanging low. Great. You slightly rolled your eyes as you signaled him to enter. This will be swell.

He shuffled to the couch, indirectly facing you. He seemed anxious. You took notice of his abnormal behavior the past week, being less involved in conferences and more in his head. Like someone turned off his neuro receptors. He started picking at his nail beds, refusing eye contact with you. Again.

You scooted your chair, making him clear in your eye line, “So, what’s up?” acting oblivious. Of course, you knew why he was there. You both did. But perhaps he could dumb it down because 'you’re so young.'

He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his head “ I was just, uh, checking in. Like seeing if you were going to Italy still? You know, with me? Like is that still a thing?” On the last question, he eventually met your gaze. His delicate eyes made you empathetic. You can't shun him out completely? He needs to apologize. He needs to apologize.

Cocking your neck, “I don’t know ‘sweetheart.’ I might try to fix you with my terrible, aching savior complex because ‘I’m just so young and naive.’” Using his own words against him. Making it evident you were not over that night.

Roman shuddered at your response, darting a remorseful expression your way. You didn’t like fighting with him, and the last thing you wanted to do was argue. But you couldn’t let him get away with this. “Y-yea, whatever y/n, I’m a piece of shit. Okay? Fuck, is that what you want me to say?” He stood, throwing his hands up, peering down at you.

You scoffed, “Yea, whatever Roman, you’ve answered your question,” you fixed your attention back to the computer until Roman angled the screen towards the window, forcing you to stare at him.

“No, c’mon y/n. Fuck,” fighting with himself, if he could be vulnerable. “I just, don’t want to fight anymore. I mean c-c’mon. F-fine I’m sorry, there. Y/n, I'm serious. I am sorry. P-Please.”

Reconciliation isn't recurring between you two, especially when he’s begging for your forgiveness. His puppy dog expression helped his apology, “Okay. Thank you for apologizing. I just, I think I need some space. Maybe I'll fly separately,” you attempted to put on a sincere smile. Trying to ease the blow, hoping this doesn’t cause his insecurity to run rampant. You weren’t rejecting the invite, but you worried how Roman would react.

His face dropped a bit, not completely satisfied with your response, “Okay, I, uh, I guess I’ll see you there then.” He thumped on the top of the door frame as he left your office. Shit. Is he disappointed?

—

You flew in with the rest of the staff. Gerri kept you company, talking strategy about GoJo. Your flight arrived first, beating Roman to the shared room in the Villa. It was beautiful. You threw yourself onto the massive mattress, allowing your brain to rest for the first time since the party. You could’ve fallen asleep; until you heard a gentle knock at the door, followed by an entrance.

“I can see you had a lovely flight,” you turned your head to see Roman shutting the door behind him. A faint smile appeared on your face. “C’mon, we need to walk down for welcome drinks and see this, Peter Onion motherfucker,” having a slight smile, he stepped to the edge of the bed, holding his hand out for you to latch onto.

You pull yourself up while fixing your hair. You two were close, still holding hands, his other resting on your hip. He scanned your body, “You look fucking hot y/n, but maybe less ‘I want to fuck my boss’ and more ‘I'm meeting my boss's mom.’” You smirked at his comment, pulling away to get your bags left outside the door.

The two of you faced away from each other and started to change, “You know, I like spending time with you Rome,” turning your head to meet his gaze. You didn’t want to say love. Worried he’d freak out at the phrase.

He adjusted his shirt, smiling to himself, “Yea, I like spending time with you too.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Words: 2.8k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

a whiskey with kendall roy with prompt r please<33

Magnetism.

r. exes.

warnings - smut. cursing.

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

3k celebration post here. 3k masterlist here.

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

You want to. You really, really do.

But you can't.

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

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

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

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

You were wrong.

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

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

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

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

"This what you wanted? Huh?"

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

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

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

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

Traitor.

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

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

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

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

You scoff and sit up, grabbing at your clothes.

"Not today, that's for sure."

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

[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 falling 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.

[beegomess]

Knockin' On Heaven's Door || Kendall Roy

Summary: After years of heartbreak and distance, an unexpected reunion rekindles the connection between you and Kendall Roy. Amid past mistakes and promises of an uncertain future, you both navigate old feelings and new hopes as you try to rebuild what seemed lost forever. Warnings: Kendall Roy x fem!reader, sad, cute and with obscenities. Simply a whirlwind of feelings like a good imagine with Kendall should be. - Word count: 17k

A/N: Remembering that my first language is not English, so there may be some errors due to the translation. I hope you like it!!

You would always see him with the same eyes as before. But Kendall… he was definitely not the same anymore.

Your relationship, always tumultuous, had been, at the same time, something rare and, for a time, very beautiful. There was something delicate about it, something that made him breathe deeper, almost as if, for the first time, he believed he could escape the weight that imprisoned him. With you, Kendall believed he could free himself from Logan's control. And, for a moment, a moment that seemed too fragile to be real, you believed it too.

With you, he saw possibilities, a future where he could be more than Logan's son, more than a pawn in this dirty game of power and manipulation. He wanted to be there for his daughter, he wanted to maintain harmony in the house, he wanted to believe he could be a different man, someone who deserved the peace and happiness you offered.

But no. It wouldn't be like that. Logan, as always, was lurking, ready to pull you back in, like a magnet that would never let you escape completely. The pressure of the patriarch was what always consumed him, and once again, he found himself being sucked into the emotional and chaotic hurricane of the family. No matter how hard he tried to swim to the surface. Just when it seemed like he was free, the currents pulled him back in.

You saw it happening. With each passing day, you realized that something in him was fading.

When things started to fall apart for good, you knew you couldn't stay any longer. The relationship that once seemed full of possibilities was now nothing more than a field of ruins, and you no longer had the strength to continue rebuilding on what was broken. There was no more room for dreams, there was no more room for both of you.

He walked around as if the world revolved around him, as if he were unbeatable, as if he owned his own reality. But you knew that all that confidence was nothing more than a disguise. Beneath it all, he was lost, sinking deeper and deeper into something you could no longer understand.

A night—a dawn, to be exact—still recurs in your memory. One of those nights that stays with you, immortal.

It was late when you heard the faint ding of the elevator on your floor. By then, you had already left the apartment you two shared, taking your daughter with you. The place, once shared, now seemed like an empty cocoon, a lifeless space where the echoes of everything you had experienced still crawled through the walls. The new apartment was silent, but it was starting to have the kind of calm you needed.

When the elevator doors opened, you didn't need to look to know who was there.

Kendall. Even after everything, you still recognized his signs, even if his eyes were no longer the same, as if everything about him had become distorted somehow.

He was there, standing in front of you. He looked normal, but at the same time so lost and irritated. His face was marked, his body tense. Something about him, maybe exhaustion, anger or drugs, made him constantly conflict with his own body. You felt a slight pang of tiredness just seeing him.

“I need to talk to you.” Kendall’s tone was direct, almost aggressive, but not as much as it had been other times. He was more restrained, as if he was forcing himself to maintain his composure, or maybe it was the emptiness of someone who was far beyond the point of no return.

You tried to avoid confrontation, to keep the conversation there, at the entrance, without giving him any more space to invade. But it was a fight you knew you wouldn’t win. When he took a step forward and crossed the line you had tried to impose, you said nothing. You just watched him, silently, as he began to speak. The words came out of him like an uncontrolled flow, a mix of complaints, justifications and accusations.

You wanted to understand, you wanted to make sense of what he was saying, but at that moment, he had become a distant figure. With each word that came out of his mouth, you simply couldn't hear anymore. It was like turning off the mute button on a TV. He was talking, but he wasn't really communicating. Kendall's words were getting lost, getting tangled up in something that no longer made sense. And you... you no longer had the strength to try to keep up with him.

And then, in the midst of the emptiness of the conversation, she appeared.

The little girl with her messy hair and eyes still lazy from sleep, appeared in the middle of the room, rubbing her eyes with her little hand and a smile that only a child could offer. She had no idea what was going on, she didn't know about the emotional mess between the two of you, the pain you were both carrying. But the moment her eyes met her father's, an expression of pure joy and surprise formed on her face.

"Daddy!" she exclaimed, a simple and sincere happiness written all over her face. She didn't see the man who was there, the anger that still hung in the air, the disjointed words that came out of Kendall's mouth. To her, he was just the father who had been away for weeks, someone she adored without question, without understanding what was happening.

"You're back!"

Kendall stood still, staring at his daughter for a long moment, as if trying to understand what she was saying, what she represented at that moment. His eyes, previously angry and tense, seemed to soften for a second. The smile he forced, although a little tense, was an attempt to reconnect with something that seemed lost, something he no longer knew how to maintain. The little girl ran to him, her steps small and quick, and threw herself into his arms with a confidence that only a child could have. She seemed to think that, somehow, everything would go back to the way it was.

"I missed you!" She said, tightening her little arms around his neck, with the simplicity of someone who didn't carry the weight of the world. Kendall held her, and for a moment, he seemed to get lost in those words, in her touch. But at the same time, there was a hardness in his eyes, a tension that wouldn’t go away.

You stood there, watching the scene, a pang of pain rising in your throat. She was so happy, so genuinely happy, and the irony of the situation was not lost on you. While she celebrated, the world around her was falling apart. Kendall’s attempt to appear present, his attempt to be who she believed him to be, was a facade he could no longer maintain.

At some point that night, he himself had realized that it was time to leave.

He didn’t exchange another word with you. There were no pleas, no goodbyes. When he laid you down, he kissed you on the forehead—a kiss that was more a reflection of what he thought was the right thing to do than a genuine act of affection. And then, in a gesture more forced than any other, he stood up and headed for the door.

The sound of his footsteps echoed in the hallway. You knew he was leaving, and that there would be no going back. You didn’t need words for that.

And it was in that silence that he realized: this was the first time he truly understood that he had lost everything he had built with you. It wasn’t just the home that had fallen apart, nor the relationship that had deteriorated — it was something deeper, more painful. He was losing the only refuge he had left. And that, perhaps, was the worst of it all.

The elevator door closed softly, but the sound was as definitive as the loudest of echoes. He was out of your life.

And so the following years went. The move to Germany came almost as a necessity. Your job, with all its demands and opportunities, demanded the change. You knew you couldn’t stay still, and with your daughter, the decision to start a new life in a new country seemed like the right path.

The first few months were difficult, of course. Adapting to a new culture, missing friends and the family routine that had been abruptly interrupted. But, over time, life settled down. Work took priority, and your daughter, now older, was adapting well to school, learning the language with ease. She seemed happier than you imagined possible, and that, in some way, softened the scars of the separation.

Kendall, on the other hand, seemed... different. He was no longer the lost, confused man who had left. He appeared more balanced, less distracted. He started making annual visits, arriving with a smile on his face, trying to recapture the lost moments, as if everything was fine between you, as if time had done nothing more than change the shape of a worn-out story. Conversations became more pleasant, more superficial, and video calls, which had previously seemed like moments full of tension, became part of a comfortable routine.

It was strange, but almost surreal, how much more present he seemed now than he had been when you lived in the same city. For most of your time together, he had always been absent in some way—physically or emotionally. Now, physically distant, he was there, on every phone call, trying to fill a void that had never had a chance to exist between you, but that now, with the distance, seemed... easier to deal with. It was as if time and distance had softened the sharp edges of your relationship. He had become a constant presence, but in a very different way than he had been before. You still didn’t know what to make of this new version of Kendall. Maybe you never would. Over the years, Kendall had adapted to the new dynamic, understanding that if he wanted to have some kind of relationship with your daughter and, perhaps, start over with you, he would need to navigate this new territory. The visits, the calls, the texts—it was all now part of a “new normal” that he accepted with the hope that, little by little, he would be able to regain something he once had.

But, even though the interactions were more civilized and distant from the chaos of the past, a feeling of dissatisfaction persisted within him. It wasn’t just what you had become, or what he imagined you to be today, but the memory of what you had been. And, often, he found himself lost in his own thoughts, trying to understand what was left of that history that he couldn’t let go of.

And, in fact, there was no letting go on his part, but a silent acceptance of what had happened, an acceptance that seemed more like a remnant of wear and tear than any kind of resolution. Before you were parents or anything else, you were a couple — and that, for Kendall, was hard to let go of. The life you built together felt, to him, like a time capsule trapped in a screen. As if each memory was an echo of something he knew he could never reach again, but that he couldn’t erase.

For you, the confrontation with the past was something even more poignant. Old photos, videos on his phone, they were like ghosts coming out of the shadows. They were frozen moments of a happiness that, in his mind, was no longer possible. The mere idea of ​​revisiting these vestiges of the past always seemed to bring a weight—a weight that you tried to ignore, but that returned with the same intensity as before.

However, for Kendall, things were a little different. He had never been particularly into social media—he rarely bothered to open his Instagram account or see what other people were posting. But then something started to change. Somehow, he found himself drawn to that little button, and that was when the ritual began. At night, alone in his apartment, he would scroll absentmindedly through his account, until, without meaning to, he came to a specific point. A video.

It was a simple video. Almost unpretentious, compared to the whirlwind of events that had come after. A short video, only fifteen seconds long, but that seemed to stretch on endlessly before Kendall's eyes. The scene was a snow-covered landscape, the trees bending under the weight of winter’s whiteness. You and him, younger, more uncomplicated, laughing as your daughter crawled with difficulty in the snow, trying to balance herself, her little legs stumbling and falling every now and then. It was the kind of image that sticks in your memory—innocent, pure, full of simple happiness.

The video wasn’t the only thing that held him, though. What really held him there was the caption of the post.

“Your birthday, our gift! We love you.”

Those words. Short. Simple. But with an unbearable weight. Like a gentle touch of something lost, something he could never get back. They were words loaded with a promise he knew had failed.

And yet, he never stopped watching. Every night, he would watch the video again, wondering if one day those words could become true again.

So when you said Hi, Ken on that call, your voice filled with something he couldn’t decipher, Kendall immediately felt that something was different.

“Hi,” you replied, a smile coming almost as a reflex, although his mind was already on alert. “Is she there?”

“Yes, but…” you hesitated, and he leaned forward, his entire body tense with the pause. “I thought I’d talk to you first. I need to tell you something.”

His heart gave an involuntary jump.

“What’s wrong?” He tried to keep his voice steady, but there was something there, a small crack that you noticed.

You took a deep breath, like someone preparing to dive into icy water.

“Well, apparently my work here is over for now… so they decided to send me back to New York.”

For a moment, Kendall stood completely still. The weight of those words seemed too great to process all at once. Then something began to change in his expression—first a silent disbelief, then a slowly growing glow, until it turned into a genuine smile, so rare and unexpected that it seemed out of place at that moment.

“Are you…” he began, his voice almost breaking. “Are you going back?”

You nodded.

“Yes. We’ll be here in two weeks.”

The confirmation brought a wave of warmth that spread through his body, almost as if he were warming himself up inside after years of endless winter.

“That’s great,” he said finally, forcing his voice to sound light. “For her, of course.”

“Well, that’s what makes sense now,” you said, choosing your words carefully. “My job requires me to go back, and I think it’ll be good for her to be closer to you.”

The sentence was practical, almost neutral, but to Kendall it sounded like music.

“And where are you going to stay?” – He asked with barely concealed excitement, as if trying to control how much that meant to him.

You hurried to answer.

– In my apartment. I still have it, so let’s go there.

And for a moment, Kendall stopped. The smile that was starting to light up his face faltered briefly, as if reality had pulled the brakes on his euphoria. But he quickly regained it, almost as if he didn’t want you to notice.

“Sure, sure. It makes sense.”

He knew he should be grateful. You would be in the same city. This was more than he expected, more than he believed he deserved. But the mention of your apartment was like a reminder that it meant nothing more than what you had said: practicality.

But Kendall knew it wasn’t just about his daughter. He couldn’t stop his mind from running to places he tried to avoid—you were coming back.

“I’m glad you’re coming back,” he continued, and this time the emotion in his voice was too real to contain.

You nodded, looking away for a moment, as if trying to escape the intensity of that moment.

“Thank you, Ken. Anyway, I don't want to take up any more of your time. I'll call her.

And then you disappeared from the screen. He stood there, staring at his phone, with the frozen image of where you had been seconds before. The silly, uncontrollable smile still hung on his face, as if it were something he didn't know how to erase.

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The move was efficient and hassle-free, managed by a dedicated team that took care of everything—from packing each delicate item to coordinating the transportation of boxes and furniture. While your daughter busied herself with picking out toys to take on the plane, you simply oversaw the process, delegating smaller decisions and making sure everything ran as planned.

The arrangements included a private jet for the flight and a team at the destination to ensure the apartment was exactly how you wanted it. Impeccable cleaning, custom decor, even the fresh flowers you requested were provided without question. Despite all the logistical comforts, there was a mix of emotions that not even luxury could ease. The weight of returning to New York, with all that it entailed, still hung over you.

Your daughter, on the other hand, seemed delighted. She asked excited questions about her father, about the city, about what her new routine would be like. Her enthusiasm was a reminder that, however complex her feelings, the return was ultimately for her own good.

For Kendall, the days leading up to his arrival were filled with uneasy anticipation. He wasn’t the kind of man to wait passively, so he channeled his anxiety into a frenzy of preparation, like making a reservation at a restaurant you loved without even asking first. Jess watched him discreetly, but she couldn’t hide her surprise. He kept talking about the dinner he had planned. He had too many opinions about the restaurant and even asked her to triple-check the reservation. Deep down, she knew this behavior was unusual even by his standards, but Kendall seemed determined to make sure the evening was perfect. Your landing was smooth, but the calm ended the moment you stepped off the private jet. The movement in the arrivals area betrayed something you had hoped to avoid: paparazzi. They were strategically positioned, their cameras capturing your and your daughter’s every move. The name Roy had always attracted attention, but at that moment, it seemed like everything around Kendall was amplified—and that included you. You stood your ground, holding your daughter’s hand tightly as you guided her toward the car. The flashes were insistent, and your daughter, confused, looked at you.

“Mommy, why are you taking pictures?”

You smiled slightly, even though your irritation was latent.

“They’re just curious people, honey. Don’t worry.”

As the driver took you home, you watched the messages start to appear on your phone. The headlines were predictable: “Roy Family: Kendall’s Wife and Daughter Return to New York.” Some went further, trying to connect the dots of a narrative that was never fully clarified. To the world, you and Kendall had never officially separated. When you moved to Germany, the tabloids had been merciless, calling your departure an “elopement” and insinuating that you couldn’t handle dealing with Kendall, a recovering drug addict. It was frustrating, but you had learned to ignore that kind of thing.

When you arrived at the apartment, everything was as it should be. Spotless, with furniture in place and your daughter’s room decorated with care. She ran excitedly to explore the space while you allowed yourself a moment of silence, collapsing on the couch.

Your phone vibrated. It was Kendall.

“Are you here yet?”

The message was simple, but you could feel the anxiety behind it. You hesitated for a moment, remembering the tone of the headlines and how every move you made seemed fraught with external interpretation. But this was about you, not what others thought.

“Yes, settling in. See you tomorrow.”

His response came almost immediately.

“Great.”

You sighed, putting your phone away. Your daughter appeared in the living room, holding a stuffed animal, and you went to help her finish organizing her things.

As night fell over New York, the weight of what it meant to be back was hard to ignore. The city skyline seemed more intense, almost like a constant reminder of where you were: at the center of it all, but also, perhaps, at the center of a life you’d tried to leave behind. You couldn’t shake the feeling of being in a repeating cycle, even with all the new beginnings and changes happening around you. But there was something about your daughter’s energy, something so genuine and pure, that gave you a small relief. It was rare to see her so excited about anything, especially something involving her father. The idea of ​​surprising Kendall at work, an idea you’d half expected her to forget, had been fresh in your mind the entire drive. As reluctant as you’d been at first, you found it beautiful how much she cared. She wasn’t just wanting to see her father, she was wanting to show him something, something that was hers, no middleman. You, for a moment, you even thought she might lose interest, that her excitement would wane, but that didn’t happen.

As soon as the sun began to cover the apartment with its golden light through the window during the morning of the next day, you found her sitting at the breakfast table, her eyes shining with energy and expectation. Your little girl was excited, she could barely sit still, and you knew that this meant a lot to her.

For a moment, the idea of ​​telling Kendall crossed your mind. It would be good to prepare him for the surprise, to avoid any disappointment with the unexpected arrival of the two of you. But your daughter, with her typical confidence and enthusiasm, made you promise not to say anything. She wanted it to be a complete surprise, something spontaneous. So, without further ado, you put aside the idea of ​​telling Kendall, feeling a slight tension, but also a sense of pride for your daughter’s initiative. She was ready to show her father how much she cared, and you were willing to support that, even if it was outside of your plans.

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When you arrived at the Waystar Royco lobby, you couldn’t help but feel a wave of nostalgia. The space was still the same, the hurried movement of the employees who barely had time to look around.

But this time, there was something different: you were no longer a regular presence there.

At the reception desk, a young receptionist looked at you with curiosity and, perhaps, a little skepticism.

“Hello, how can I help you?” she asked professionally.

You remained calm, even as your daughter tugged impatiently at your hand.

“We’d like to go up to see Kendall Roy,” you said, smiling. “It’s a surprise, so we’d prefer not to be announced.”

The receptionist hesitated, clearly suspicious.

“Sorry, but no one can go up unannounced. Who are you, exactly?”

You took a deep breath, trying not to sound rude.

“I am…” you began, but before you could finish, your daughter, with the typical impatience of a child, reached out until she saw the woman’s face on the other side of the counter and blurted out:

“He’s my father!”

The receptionist looked at the two of you, still not convinced.

“Okay… I need to confirm this with someone. One moment,” she said, picking up the phone.

Before the situation could escalate, a warmer voice came from behind the counter.

“Mrs. Roy!”

You turned around and saw Angela, a veteran employee who recognized you immediately.

“Angela!” you exclaimed, feeling a wave of relief.

Angela walked up to the counter with a welcoming smile, ignoring the receptionist who looked disconcerted.

“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Roy. Can I help you with anything?”

“Actually, yes. We’re here to surprise Ken, but… we don’t want to be announced.”

Angela smiled understandingly.

“Understood.” Don’t worry, I’ll make sure no one interrupts the surprise.

She gave a meaningful look to the receptionist, who now looked mortified.

“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding,” the young woman said, but you just nodded, preferring to avoid prolonging the awkwardness.

Angela accompanied you to the elevators, chatting casually while your daughter looked around, enchanted by the brightness and grandeur of the place.

“It’s great to see you back,” Angela commented, opening the elevator door for you.

When the doors closed, the silence was filled only by the excitement of your daughter, who was jumping slightly beside you.

“Do you think he’ll be happy?” she asked.

You smiled.

“I’m sure he will, dear.”

But deep down, you knew that this surprise visit meant more than just the joy of seeing him. It was a kind of return, not only to him, but to the universe to which you had belonged, with all its challenges and complexities. Returning to that office meant returning to a world you had, for a while, tried to avoid—a world you knew was luxurious and unforgiving, but also numbing and sometimes suffocating. There was something uncomfortable about being addressed as his wife after so long away, when the people you had met in Germany simply called you by your first or last name, your name and the White you had inherited from your father. There was no “Roy’s” or “Kendall’s.”

Your mind wandered, full of thoughts and questions, as the elevator ascended. The numbers on the elevator flashed briefly, and before you knew it, you were on a floor that, although familiar, now felt strangely distant. The elevator doors opened, and as you stepped out, you took a deep breath, trying to push away your uncertainties and focus on the child beside you, who was beaming, ready for the surprise you had promised.

As you stepped out of the elevator, the familiarity of the surroundings immediately overcame you. The long, well-lit hallway was bathed in soft light, reflected off the marble floors. The echo of your footsteps on the polished floor resonated, amplifying the feeling that you were back in a world to which you no longer fully belonged. Your daughter was at your side, running in small leaps, her energy overflowing with each step. The path to Kendall's office was the same as so many times before: a succession of doors with different people's names, and the usual hurried movement of employees going from one side to the other, all immersed in their own worlds. You noticed a few furtive glances that crossed your path, and their discomfort seemed to be in the air, as if something was going to pay attention, but didn't dare to ask. Some greeted you with a shy smile, as if they didn't know exactly how to react, while others quickly looked away, aware that your presence there was unexpected. It was a mixture of familiarity and strangeness, as if you were a memory from the past, someone who now seemed out of place in this corporate universe, but still unmistakable.

The door was ajar, your daughter, her eyes shining with anticipation, he gave you one last push, as if he wanted to run through the open door on his own. You hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of what was about to happen, before gently pushing the door open. Kendall had his back to you, his suit sleeves slightly rolled up as he reviewed papers on the table. “Jess, if this is about…” When he turned and saw you, he stopped abruptly. For a moment, time seemed suspended. “Hey,” you said, smiling softly. “We decided not to wait until dinner.” Your daughter ran to him, and Kendall immediately opened his arms, picking her up easily. “You’re here! That’s…” He laughed, the laughter coming out unbidden, lighting up his expression. “That’s amazing.” As he spoke to her, his eyes met hers over her shoulder. There was something there, something that said more than words could express: surprise, admiration, and a happiness he didn’t seem to expect. The moment seemed perfect, almost as if time had slowed down just for you. The sight of Kendall with his daughter in his arms, smiling with that lightness you rarely saw, made your heart warm. But, like an intruder in the middle of an intimate moment, the door suddenly opened.

The man who entered was visibly younger than you imagined, oddly tall, and carrying papers in one hand, while seeming to be in a hurry. His eyes, however, fixed on you immediately, and it was as if the scene had been abruptly interrupted.

“Wow, you’re back!” He said, with an exaggerated smile, almost as if it were an inside joke that you didn’t understand. “This is amazing, a family reunion! I’m happy for you.”

You looked at him, trying to access any memory, any image, but his face remained strange and distant. You couldn’t associate him with any name or memory. The feeling of discomfort increased, and you couldn’t help but feel lost in the situation. He was talking as if he already knew exactly who you were and what you were doing there, as if it were something normal.

You tried to smile, forcing your voice to remain light.

“Oh, it’s really good to see you too,” you said, quickly glancing at your daughter, who was still comfortable in her father’s lap. “Well, we just came to give you a quick surprise, Ken. I don’t want to disturb your work. See you later?”

Your attempt to escape the situation, however, did not go unnoticed. Kendall seemed a little surprised by the way you were moving away, and your daughter looked at you with a confused expression, as if she didn’t understand what was happening.

“But mom, we just got here!” Your daughter protested, her discontented tone growing. She frowned, clearly dissatisfied. “Aren’t you going to stay a little longer?”

Greg, still not quite sure what to do, remained still as a statue, also trying to understand what was happening there, so he decided to make one more comment:

“Um, so... just to clarify... are you and Kendall... like, working things out?” Greg asked, his head tilted a little awkwardly, as if he were trying to decipher a riddle. “Not that I have any doubts, of course, just... well, you know... since you're here... together.” He looked from you to Kendall, an attempt to confirm, perhaps, if that made sense or if he was completely lost in the situation.

The silence that followed was so thick that it seemed to fill the entire room. Kendall paused for a moment, a look of confusion on his face, as if he didn't know what to say to that. The tension was growing, and you felt the heat of shame begin to take over every cell in your body. Your daughter, who had remained in Kendall's lap until that moment, looked at you and, with an air a little more mature than her age indicated, said:

“What does he mean, Mommy?” The question was simple, but full of weight, and you felt you needed to answer quickly, without diving into the murky waters of that conversation.

Before you could answer, Greg, still completely clueless, tried to soften the situation awkwardly.

“I... I just thought it would be, like, important to ask, right? Not that you need anyone's permission.” He laughed, trying to redeem himself, but the joke seemed more painful than funny. “Just... because we're all here, you know? A big family reunion and all…”

You didn't know how you felt. The sensation of being in an environment that should have been comfortable, but was now immersed in tangible discomfort, made each of Greg's words feel like a disguised punch.

Trying to hide your irritation, you gave Kendall a subtle glance before turning your focus back to Greg, with a slightly more forced smile.

“Well, I’m sure the answers to your questions are a little invasive, but…” You pause with a soft smile, but your gaze cold. “But if you decide, I don't know, to go for a walk now, I promise to pretend this never happened.

Kendall sighed heavily, probably relieved by the fact that Greg was finally starting to leave the scene. But the tension still hung in the air, and for a moment, it seemed like time had slowed down. Greg's embarrassment was evident, but his attempt to maintain his composure did not go unnoticed.

"Sure, sure..." Greg murmured, visibly disconcerted. He took one last look at you and, with his head down, left quickly, as if trying to disappear.

You forced a smile, trying to stay calm and not let the discomfort take over. You looked at your daughter, who was now watching the two of you with a mix of curiosity and concern, but without knowing exactly what was going on.

"Look, I think that's enough for today." You said, in a lighter tone, trying to ease the tension in the air. "Daddy has a lot of work to do, we don't want to get in the way, do we?" – You gave Kendall a quick smile, as if trying to convey the impression that everything was fine. – We'll see each other later, so he can concentrate.

Kendall, who was visibly torn between wanting you to stay and the weight of the responsibilities that still awaited him, looked at you with an expression of someone who was trying to find a way to make things work without making the situation even worse.

– Yes, of course... – He finally said, with a heavy sigh, as if he was accepting the proposal. – I think you're right. I still have a lot to do. – He looked at his daughter, who seemed not to want to go, but quickly settled on his lap and murmured an "okay" without much conviction.

You smiled again, taking your daughter's hand who was a little downcast now, thanking the fact that, at least, she wasn't insisting anymore. The last thing you wanted was for her to be more confused about the situation than she already was.

The walk to the door was silent, each of you immersed in your own thoughts, and the feeling that something unsaid was hanging in the air grew stronger with each step. When you reached the door, you hesitated for a moment before looking at Kendall once more.

“See you later?” You said, more as a statement than a question, trying to keep the situation light.

“Sure…” Kendall replied, but his voice carried an undertone that wasn’t exactly convinced. “See you later.”

As you turned and left the room, a strange feeling took over you. The situation had been uncomfortable, but at the same time, it felt like a part of you was dealing with something bigger. Something that had been pushed down for a long time.

Outside the door, as you walked away with your daughter, you felt a pang of regret for not having addressed what was really going on between you. But somehow it was clear that now wasn’t the time, and maybe it never would be. And when you looked at your daughter, you realized that sometimes it might be better to pretend that everything was fine, because the truth would be harder to digest. Kendall, on the other hand, watched you walk away, and with that, thoughts came quickly to his mind. He saw the effort you made to distance yourself, to not give too much importance to what had happened. You were trying, somehow, to maintain normality, but something in your eyes and the way you behaved revealed that this attempt at evasion did not go unnoticed. He wanted to draw attention to it, to ask what was happening, but the last thing he wanted was for his daughter to see it. Kendall felt the weight of the unspoken words hanging in the air between the two of you. There was something there, something he knew needed to be confronted, but he didn't want to. It was easier to avoid, easier to ignore the growing tension. He had been dealing with his own emotional mess for so long that what was happening between you felt like something he no longer knew how to resolve. The desire to fix things was there, of course, but the fear of not knowing how to do it was even stronger.

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That night, you met at the restaurant, the tension from earlier in the day had dissipated by now and, although you thought about making up an excuse not to go, you ended up deciding that it couldn't be as bad as you thought. Maybe it would even be a good thing. You would still be with your daughter, so Kendall certainly wouldn't bring up complicated subjects. And it was with this in mind that you ended up accepting in the end.

As the meal progressed peacefully, a soft sound began to fill the restaurant. A singer, accompanied by a discreet piano, played a classical melody. Your daughter, curious as always, leaned forward in her chair, her eyes shining.

"It sounds so cool to sing, can we play that later?" she asked, subtly pointing in the direction of the singer.

You smiled, recognizing the melody.

Kendall looked up from her plate, a smile playing on her lips. "You know, your mother sang too."

You immediately rolled your eyes. "Don't start, Kendall."

Your daughter's eyes widened, excited. – Really, Mom?

– Yes, I sang, but it wasn’t anything special – you said, trying to avoid it.

– Oh, it wasn’t anything special? – Kendall replied, laughing. – Your mom was practically the star of the bars and restaurants near the college.

– Kendall! – you exclaimed, laughing despite yourself.

– That’s true. – He turned to his daughter, excited. – Your grandparents were furious with your mom because of a tattoo, and instead of apologizing, she decided to become a singer to pay the bills.

– That’s not exactly how it happened – you murmured, but it was impossible not to laugh.

– Yes it was – Kendall insisted, amused. – She packed the places.

Your daughter seemed fascinated. – Mom, can you still sing?

You shook your head quickly, laughing. – No, I don’t know anymore. That’s in the past.

Kendall arched an eyebrow, clearly doubtful. – Oh, I doubt it.

– I’m serious! – you replied, trying to keep your tone light. – That was a long time ago.

Your daughter grimaced, disappointed. – But you seemed to like it…

You sighed playfully. – Oh, back then I wanted to be a super famous singer. I even dreamed of touring and everything. Your grandfather almost had a heart attack just thinking about it. But over time, I realized that wasn’t what I really wanted. – You shrugged. – I was just trying to find myself.

Your daughter processed this information for a moment, her gaze full of curiosity.

– So… was it a mistake?

You smiled, leaning slightly towards her. – Not exactly. It was an experiment. But, if you ever decide to do something similar, just… let me know before you get a tattoo, okay?

The conversation dissipated into light laughter, and while your daughter returned her attention to the dessert, you and Kendall exchanged a brief look, full of memories and a touch of complicity. It was a silent truce, a reminder that not everything in the past had to be a source of conflict.

In that moment, dinner felt like more than just a meal; it felt like a step, however small, toward something lighter and more harmonious between you. The conversation, the shared laughter, and the knowing glances created an atmosphere that had seemed absent for so long.

That feeling persisted on the way home, as the car glided through the streets of New York. Kendall, lost in thought, barely paid attention to the lights that flashed outside.

His daughter was nestled against him, her little face pressed against his shoulder, her curls falling like a veil. He adjusted her gently, worried about waking her, but her light weight in his arm felt like a anchor, a feeling he didn't know he could crave so much until he had her there.

Then he looked at you. You were facing the window, the soft reflection of the city lights drawing lines on your face as you slept. Your peaceful expression almost made him smile. He remembered, at that moment, something so small, but that made him feel an inexplicable warmth: you always fell asleep in the car if the trip was long or late at night. It was almost automatic, as if the constant vibration of the vehicle was an invitation you couldn't resist. And now, seeing your daughter asleep next to him, the same trait seemed so evident. He had to look away for a moment, as if the simple beauty of that detail was too much to process. Kendall let a smile appear on his face, a small but sincere smile. It was funny how things like that – so banal, so everyday – could carry so much meaning. It wasn't just about the similarity between the two of you; it was about what it symbolized. You were together, even if for a short time and for reasons he knew were fragile. The car slowed down at a traffic light, and he took the opportunity to absorb more of that moment. He could almost feel fulfilled. Almost. But the "almost" was the difference between peace and restlessness. He had the company of both of you now, but he didn't have you. Not in the way he wanted.

The car parked smoothly in front of the building. Kendall got out first, holding your daughter in his arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world. You grabbed her coat and adjusted the strap of your bag before following them. He seemed comfortable in that position, almost as if her weight in his arms was everyday.

“Come on, honey. We’re home now,” you murmured, lightly touching her shoulder in an attempt to wake her up.

She shook her head, opening her eyes for a moment, but when she realized where she was, she just grumbled softly and tightened her arms around Kendall’s neck, hiding against him.

“Hey, young lady. You can walk there, can’t you?” you tried again, your voice calm, but already anticipating the answer.

Unsurprisingly, she shook her head, tightening her embrace on Kendall, who let out a restrained but amused laugh.

“Do you want me to take you?” – he asked, looking at you.

Deep down, you knew exactly what she was doing. Although you didn’t say anything, you understood what motivated your daughter to insist on that behavior.

“Okay,” you gave in, sighing with a small smile. “Thank you.”

The walk to the elevator was enveloped in a peaceful silence, as if neither of you wanted to break the moment. You walked a few steps ahead, checking your keys in your bag, while Kendall kept his eyes fixed on the small sleeping figure in your arms. There was something comforting about it, something he couldn’t explain, but he felt it deeply.

In the elevator, Kendall looked at his daughter and then at you. It was almost impossible to ignore how natural it seemed. He wanted to comment, maybe make a light joke about how she was becoming more and more like you, but he held himself back. There was something subtly perfect about that moment that he didn’t want to break.

When the elevator door opened, you held the door open for him. The room was quiet and dark, only lights from outside invaded the apartment. Kendall followed you down the hallway to his daughter's room, his footsteps silent on the wooden floor.

When he arrived, he placed her on the bed carefully, as if he were handling something precious and fragile. Your daughter mumbled something incomprehensible, still half asleep, but her arms loosened from his neck. You pulled the blanket, covering her with an automatic and delicate movement.

Kendall took a few steps back, watching in silence as you fixed the girl's hair and turned off the light on the lamp next to the bed. For a brief moment, he wanted to say something, but he bit his tongue. He just followed you back to the hallway, the silence between you heavy, but inexplicably comfortable.

The silence that settled in the room was heavy, but for some reason, that was the first situation of the day that you didn't feel the need to avoid. There was something there, an implicit truce that made the moment easier to bear.

– Would you like something? Water or… water. – You laughed, opening the fridge. – I don’t have many options today.

The soft light from the kitchen illuminated the room through the white countertop, creating a cozy contrast between the two spaces.

– Water is fine. – Kendall replied with a slight smile, but in truth, he would accept anything if it meant spending more time with you. He approached the countertop, resting his hands casually as he watched you.

You searched for glasses, clearly still in the process of adapting to the new house, moving your hands from shelf to shelf, as if the logic of the place still didn’t make sense. Kendall noticed how comfortable you seemed in that space, even amidst the mess. But what caught his attention, almost against his will, were the small details that he had forgotten – or perhaps tried to forget.

The way your skin seemed to glow under the soft light of the kitchen caught his attention. The simple movement of your arms revealed the almost hypnotizing texture, something that made him wonder what your skin really felt like to the touch. Your hair, slightly messy from sleeping in the car, held an intimacy that disarmed him. It was a vivid reminder of how you were in the most relaxed moments, when you still woke up in the same bed.

The sound of the glasses lightly hitting the counter brought him back, ending his daydreams. He watched as you poured the water into the glasses, the casual movement of your arms, the way the light reflected off the crystal clear liquid.

“And how are you at work now? Do you still like it?” Kendall asked, starting the conversation in a relaxed tone, although his eyes were still drawn to you more often than he would like to admit.

You smiled as you finished filling the glasses, holding one out to him.

“I still like my job,” you began, with a genuine tone that seemed to light up your face for an instant. Kendall raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but attentive. “I just can't stand my boss. - You finished with a theatrical sigh, drawing a smile from him.

- Well, if it's any consolation, I know exactly what it's like to have your own father as a boss. - He joked, tilting his head slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a familiar sparkle.

You laughed softly, leaning casually on the counter.

- But what is it this time?

- Nothing much, my father just expects me to solve world peace. - You answered ironically, but the slight roll of your eyes didn't go unnoticed by Kendall, who now seemed more focused on your words than on the joke.

- Oh, it can't be that bad. What did he ask for? - He said, the lightness in his voice masking his genuine interest.

You let out a short laugh, leaning forward as if sharing a secret.

- I'm not kidding, Ken. He wants me to find a way to negotiate fighter jets with both the American government and the countries of the East.

Kendall paused for a moment, processing the absurdity of what you had just said, before letting out a light laugh.

“Well, then it seems he really expects you to solve world peace.”

You laughed with him, shaking your head, but the slight exchange of glances between you carried something beyond the joke.

“What about your job? Ever since I left, you’ve still been rotating this CEO thing, haven’t you?” you said before bringing the glass to your lips. You knew it was a delicate subject, but you were curious about what Kendall really thought about it. “Does he still use that promise as a bargaining chip whenever he needs you?”

The silence in the room seemed heavier after your question, and Kendall looked away to the glass in his hands. He swirled the liquid inside it for a moment, as if looking for time to organize his thoughts. Although he smiled briefly, the gesture didn’t reach his eyes. You noticed that. You always did.

– Yes… – He answered, his voice almost hesitant. – Well, you know how chaotic this shit is, but yes, we’re still at that same stage. He plays it off as a promise. Whenever he needs to manipulate us…

You nodded slowly, observing the discomfort he was trying to mask. For a moment, you thought about dropping the subject, but you knew it was the right opportunity to ask something that had been stuck in your throat for a long time. Taking a deep breath, you decided to go ahead.

- Ken, I actually need to ask you something, and I need you to be very honest about it, okay? – His tone changed to something more serious, and that made Kendall look up at you immediately.

- Yes, of course. What is it? – He answered, his expression genuine, although slightly tense.

You placed the glass on the counter and crossed your arms, gathering the courage to continue.

- Your father… A few weeks before I left, two years ago, he called me for a talk, just me and him. At the time, I didn't know where you were, so I need to know if he did it willingly or if he had your consent in some way.

Kendall frowned, visibly confused, but you continued, feeling the weight of the words before you even said them. “Logan called it a warning, but I didn't see it that way. Your father asked me if I intended to formalize the divorce and I said yes. But he had other plans.”

Kendall's gaze became more attentive, almost alarmed. He didn't interrupt, but the tension in his posture increased.

“What? What are you talking about?” he asked, confused, his tone betraying a mix of concern and fear of what was to come.

You sighed, trying to keep your voice steady, but the memory still weighed on you.

“Your father vehemently forbade me from leaving the country with our daughter if I filed for divorce. He said he would do everything he could to stop me from taking her with me if I had that intention.” – Your eyes searched his, but Kendall seemed frozen, his lips slightly parted as he processed what you had just said. – Ken, I just needed to know if you knew about this, because if you did… I don’t even know what to think.

The silence that followed was thick, filled with tension and unspoken emotions. Kendall blinked a few times, as if trying to absorb the impact of what he had heard. Finally, he shook his head, frowning as if he were trying to put the pieces of a broken puzzle together.

– I had no idea… – He said, his voice hoarse, almost a whisper. – I swear, I didn’t know about that. My father… He… He did these things without telling me. Fuck, I’m so sorry.

The sincerity in your voice was evident, but you remained silent, trying to gauge whether you believed him. Kendall ran a hand through his hair, a gesture you recognized as nervousness.

– He had no right to do that to you. – Kendall continued, finally raising his gaze to meet hers. – Much less using our daughter as a bargaining chip. I… I would never have agreed to that, ever.

You let out a long sigh, a mix of relief and exhaustion.

“That’s good to hear, Ken. I just… needed to know.”

He nodded, his face serious, but his expression softened as he continued to look at you, a mix of guilt and something deeper in his eyes. It was as if, at that moment, he wanted to make up for not only that situation, but all the weight of the years that were left behind.

“Look, I don’t… I don’t even know what to say. I’m so sorry.” Kendall begins, with a sincerity that you almost don’t recognize, but is interrupted by his calm and light voice.

“Ken, I don’t think I have enough to drink to open this Pandora’s box.” You joke, trying to lighten the weight that fell on the conversation, the light tone contrasting with what was said. “We’ll have plenty of time for that later, don’t worry.” Also, just one important addendum: if I'm going to have to listen to you talk about your family every time we meet, we're going to need to negotiate a fee for each therapy session.

You let out the irony with a subtle smile, and Kendall lets out a muffled, comfortable laugh, as if it were impossible to resist your ability to ease the tension with a silly joke. He settles back, his shoulders relaxing, and decides to joke back, in the same tone.

"And what exactly would you charge?" He asks, the lightness in the air giving way to a provocation disguised as interest.

"Well, you know, I have a lot to consider here." You begin, exaggerating the seriousness, like a theater actress trying to add a touch of drama to the scene, and he, of course, enjoys it. "First thing: you never paid child support, so I guess I'll have to discount that too."

"Oh, the thousands of dollars I sent every month weren't enough?" – Kendall answers, with a slight irony in his voice, but there is something else behind his words, a more attentive look, perhaps more introspective, that suggests an unspoken question. He observes you with increasing intensity, the conversation no longer being just about finances.

You smile, still in the rhythm of the joke, but Kendall's gaze begins to change, and you realize that the lightness begins to mix with something more, more personal, closer to where you both know the conversation can go.

- Well, we will also have to take into account that you, from time to time, are a CEO. – You continue with a sideways smile, maintaining the playful tone. – That should be part of our equation. So, being a good girl, I will settle on the value of the pension at maybe a million dollars and the therapy sessions at about ten thousand, fifteen, if the subject is about your father.

Kendall gives a muffled chuckle, but his eyes don't leave yours. He seems to absorb your words, but there’s something there, something deeper, that he doesn’t know exactly how to verbalize.

“So… a million dollars for alimony, fifteen thousand for therapy, and how much for a second chance?” Kendall joked, his voice now lower, as if the question was more than a simple provocation, as if there was a deeper truth there, something he didn’t have the courage to say directly.

You let out an incredulous laugh, as if the idea were absurd, but deep down, there was something there that caused you an unexpected warmth. He watched your reaction, an involuntary smile forming on his lips, convinced that, somehow, he had disconcerted you, perhaps even more than he imagined.

“Well, considering I arrived yesterday…” You pretend to think before looking directly at him, with a smile in your eyes. “Yes, maybe it’s a little early to open negotiations for that, but I admire your proactivity.” He laughs, the air between you becoming lighter, but also more charged with a silent tension, a feeling that the words, as playful as they were, were revealing something deeper, something that perhaps both of you would rather not face right away.

After a brief silence after the laughter, Kendall finds himself looking at you for longer than he should, as if trying to keep the moment to himself, but then he speaks, interrupting the thought.

“I should leave now, shouldn’t I?”

“Yes, I believe so.” You answer, but still with a slight smile, keeping the mood relaxed, although the farewell was lurking.

“Well…” he picks up the coat that was on a nearby chair before pausing and saying. “I enjoyed today, a lot.”

“Me too, Ken.” You answer with a gentle smile, something in your tone that didn’t go unnoticed by him, a touch of softness that he couldn’t ignore.

He then moves away from the counter, heading towards the elevator again. Before entering, he quickly turns to see you turn off the light and leave the kitchen, now illuminated only by the dim light of the hallway.

“Good night.” He said, with a slight smile on his lips.

“Good night, Ken.” You say goodbye, and he finally enters the elevator, the doors closing softly.

With Kendall gone, you head to the bedroom, where you trying to put her thoughts in order. The silence in the house seemed greater now, filled by his absence. As she lay down on the bed, the emptiness that remained echoed in a strange but comforting way. She knew that things were still open between you, as if the unspoken words still hung in the air. But, for now, rest was the best she could offer herself.

Meanwhile, on the floors below, Kendall was bouncing inside. He descended each floor of the building with an unexpected feeling of lightness. The smile he tried to contain as he descended in the elevator was not at all forced, it was genuine, as if something inside him had finally rebalanced.

The conversations with you, a simple but profound exchange, had touched him in a way he hadn't expected. Every laugh, every look exchanged, seemed to have rekindled something he had tried to keep buried. He didn't want to admit it, but what had happened there, that night, was more than just a simple encounter. It was something more meaningful, something he knew he couldn't leave behind so easily.

As he stepped out of the building, the cold New York breeze couldn't erase the warm feeling he felt inside.

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As the months went by, Kendall became more and more present in your lives. Little by little, he began to make a point of taking his daughter on trips, whether to a place outside the city or to his apartment, where they would spend the day together. He was more willing to share his time and attention, and this was reflected not only in his regular visits, but also in the care he gave his daughter, in the way he watched her while she played, in the way he adapted to the new family dynamics.

And, of course, over time, his presence by your side became more constant. Initially shy and cautious, he now made a point of being around. He spent more time at your apartment, bringing with him the restless energy he carried with him, but also a touch of lightness when he was there with you. He seemed to need these moments, as if the simple act of being with his family was a remedy for his daily worries.

When the snow covered the streets of New York, the setting seemed perfect for a quiet moment. He was at your house, as usual, at his daughter's request. The afternoon passed between laughter and movies, one of those lazy Sundays when the world seemed to slow down for a while. The screens in the apartment became a cozy setting, a kind of refuge from the cold outside.

He was there, next to you, but his phone never seemed to give him peace. Every now and then, he would step away to check his messages, his appointments, the problems that awaited him. But something had changed in him. Although his phone was always full of urgent messages, he began to lessen his worries when he was with you and his daughter. He tried to divert his attention to the present, to the moment you shared. And, as difficult as it was, he did his best to be present, to not let the weight of the world at work become a burden in the hours he spent with you.

It was on one of those afternoons that he once again noticed how you, almost naturally, fell asleep quickly, as if the simple act of snuggling up in that safe environment was enough to make the tiredness of the day dissipate. He, who always had a more controlled posture, couldn't help but notice how your tranquility affected him. There was something there, in that lightness, that attracted him in a way he still didn't know how to explain.

There was a growing closeness between the two of you, and it wasn't just sentimental. The touch of your hands, the way your eyes met more often, the way the other's presence seemed to no longer be an inconvenience, but a necessity. Kendall didn't know exactly at what point that line between friendship and something more had been lost, but he also didn't seem to want to worry about it anymore. When you were together, the outside world disappeared, and the intimacy between you grew stronger every day. He was beginning to notice these small gestures, the moments when your hands almost touched, the longer smiles, the unspoken words that were exchanged in moments of silence.

The conversations, the laughter, the shared glances, all of that was creating something new, something that he was beginning to feel not as pressure, but as a silent promise that there was something more to be discovered between you. Something beyond words, more than just being together.

With the annual charity event coming up, everything seemed to conspire to make your presence indispensable. For years, your father had represented the family company at these galas, but now, with his return and the imminent transition of power, the responsibility fell to you.

For practical reasons—or so you tried to convince your parents—you decided to go with Kendall. After all, he would also be there, marking his definitive return to the corporate world of New York. But deep down, you knew that this decision was loaded with meanings that went beyond logistics. The butterflies in your stomach as you got ready were proof of that. It wasn’t just the prospect of facing the sharks of the corporate world; it was the weight of walking alongside him again, being seen as husband and wife, at least in the eyes of the public.

The idea bothered you less than it should have. Being part of that “perfect family” image again seemed inevitable. And, even though it wasn’t ideal, you knew you had to deal with it sooner or later. While these questions ran through your mind, your apartment was in complete chaos: makeup artists, hairdressers, stylists, all adjusting the smallest details so that your appearance would be impeccable.

The intense pace was interrupted by an unmistakable sound coming from the living room.

“Grandpa!” your daughter’s excited voice echoed, drawing smiles from everyone present. Your father had arrived, and he seemed more excited than usual.

“Dad?” you called from the bedroom, looking at the hairdresser with a tired smile. “I think it’s okay now, thanks.” 

Standing up, you adjusted the hem of your long dress and walked down the hallway. Your heels echoed across the floor as your dress dragged softly.

“In her room, honey!” your father’s voice answered. Of course he was there. When you arrived, you found the two of you sitting on the floor, surrounded by scattered toys.

“Dad, why aren’t you ready? We have to leave soon.”

“Oh, I decided not to go this time.” He answered casually, without even looking up from his game.

“What?” His voice came out louder than he intended. “Dad, are you kidding? Damn it, why didn’t you warn me before?”

“Hey, watch your swear words, there are kids here.” He finally stood up and looked at you with that expression that always disarmed you, but that today only increased your irritation. “Let’s talk in the living room. I’ll be right back, honey.” He told his granddaughter, leaving the room as you followed him, anger bubbling under the surface.

In the room, which now looked like a battlefield with so many people and equipment spread out, he turned to you, taking a quick look at your outfit.

“Why are you so dressed up?” he asked, and before you could answer, he added: “Is this all to impress your little shit of a husband?”

You took a deep breath, seeking patience.

“No. It’s to represent our company, which is what you should be doing with me!” you replied, but he seemed more interested in teasing than arguing.

Before you could continue, your assistant approached, nervous.

“Just to let you know... there will be a comedian at the event. He’ll probably interact with the guests,” she said, almost apologetically.

“Great,” you muttered, already imagining the kind of joke he would make.

“Who cares?” your father retorted, with a disdainful tone. “He’s just another one of those party clowns. He’ll make half a dozen jokes about old people decomposing and leave. All you have to do is wave and smile. What's the problem?

You stared at him in disbelief, feeling your blood boil.

"I can't believe you're going to leave me alone in this..." you began, but were interrupted by the security guard telling you that the car was ready.

Going back to the room, you kissed your daughter on the forehead before leaving. When you passed your father in the living room, he let out the last provocation:

"If Logan's there, tell him to fuck off for me."

"You're unbelievable!"

As you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you took a deep breath, adjusting your posture and trying to transform your irritation into a diplomatic smile. It was the least you could do before facing the night ahead.

As you left the building, a black SUV was waiting in front, escorted by two others. The security guard opened the door for you, and inside, Kendall was already there, sitting, her gaze fixed on her cell phone.

He took his eyes off you when you entered, a quick moment that captured your entire journey. Even though he seemed accustomed to events like this, something in the way he looked at you made it clear that there was still admiration there.

The silence between you on the way was almost palpable. You were tense, your thoughts spinning in circles: your entrance into the event, the possible comments, the anticipation surrounding your presence alongside Kendall. Then, he finally spoke, breaking the tension.

“You look beautiful.”

The simplicity of his words brought you back to reality. Turning your face toward him, a soft smile formed on your lips.

“Thank you.”

And that was it. He realized that you were distant, with your head full, and decided not to insist. I only found out when you sighed deeply, preparing yourself for what was to come.

When the car pulled up to the entrance of the venue, the flashes appeared before the door was even open. Kendall got out first, adjusting his jacket, and waited outside. He thought you would follow him, keeping a certain distance, but he was surprised when you stopped next to him. Your smile was carefully posed, calculated for the cameras. Naturally, you guided his hand to the exposed part of your back, where the fabric of your dress ended. Kendall felt the heat of your skin under his fingers and, for a moment, he forgot about the paparazzi, the flashes and the questions that popped up around him. A few voices shouted questions about recent scandals, about business, about you as a couple. But none of them deserved his attention. The walk along the red carpet was brief, just enough to keep up appearances, before they were guided inside the event. The atmosphere was opulent, but heavy, as if every piece of decoration was impregnated with formality and corporate history. You looked around and blurted out, almost without thinking:

“God, this looks like an asylum.”

Kendall, beside you, let out a low laugh.

“Welcome back to the social circle, I guess.”

You laughed lightly, but without taking your eyes off the room, already scanning the room.

The room was full of familiar faces, faces you had already crossed paths with at other events or seen in business articles. Some of these people responded quickly and answered. Kendall appeared beside you, wrapped himself in the calm posture and you figured he always showed off in public, but the familiarity between you was visible — the way he tilted his head towards you, as if you were inviting him to command those interactions, was something new and unexpected.

After the initial cocktail hour, just before dinner was served, you saw Logan approaching. His walk was slow but firm, as if the weight of the entire room was spinning around him. You felt his presence before he even spoke, and the sound of his voice carried that peculiar tone of cutting sarcasm that was his trademark. “So…” Logan began, with a fake smile that you knew well. “Has your father decided to throw himself to the sharks so early?” You didn’t flinch. Your eyes met his, and the smile that spread across your face was as fake as his. “He knows when a son is ready to take on these things.” His answer was cordial, but it carried an implicit firmness. Logan inclined his head progressively, assessing you with that clinical gaze. “I hope you’re sure. It wouldn’t be good to rush things, you know how this could end.” He took one last look at you, then cast a quick glance in Kendall’s direction, who was further away, before turning and walking away. You took a deep breath, relieved that he was gone, but the feeling of having passed an invisible test lingered. A short time later, Kendall approached you again, his eyes searching yours with a curiosity that didn’t need to be voiced out loud.

Soon after, people were settling in for the dinner that would soon begin, and you were led to one of the main tables, as expected for such central figures at the event. Kendall sat next to you, the room around you filled with conversations about business, philanthropy, and politics.

You tried to pay attention to the conversations around you, but it was hard not to be distracted by Kendall’s presence. He was incredibly at ease, navigating the discussions with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. The way he articulated his arguments and engaged others was something you hadn’t seen in a long time—corporate Kendall in action.

As he spoke, you couldn’t help but notice subtle details: the way he frowned slightly when he was focused, or the way his voice naturally modulated as he addressed different people at the table. You realized you were admiring him more than you wanted to admit, and it caught you off guard.

On the other hand, Kendall also seemed uneasy, but for different reasons. He felt your closeness like an electric current, a heat that seemed to intensify every time your shoulders or arms lightly touched. At one point, when he leaned in to whisper something in your ear about how terrible the wine was, your faces got dangerously close.

“I’ll remember to bring you a decent wine next time,” he murmured, and you laughed softly, the soft sound making his chest tighten in a way he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Then there was the moment when your hand accidentally brushed against his as you reached for a glass of water. It was a brief touch, but enough to make you both feel a slight shiver. You looked at him, and the look you received in return was direct, intense, almost as if he were trying to read your mind.

Kendall also noticed things that seemed small, but left him disconcerted. The way you smiled at the people at the table, polite and impeccable, but with a hint of irony that only he could perceive. Or the way your voice changed subtly when you addressed him, softer, almost complicit.

The lights dimmed even further around the tables, while the stage was illuminated by an intense spotlight. You felt a familiar tension tighten in your stomach. The comedian was known for having no boundaries, and with Logan Roy present, the chances of him avoiding delicate subjects were practically zero. Taking a deep breath, you adjusted your posture and kept your smile light and controlled. You were prepared to face the moment, or at least try to appear that way.

He started off in a relaxed manner, drawing easy laughs from the audience with generic jokes about the corporate elite. Even you laughed at a few, allowing yourself to relax for a few seconds. However, when he started addressing “family dynamics in the media” and mentioned Logan, you knew the worst was yet to come.

— I admire this guy, but I always have doubts: is he indecisive or is he waiting for some streaming service to make a reality show to decide which son will take over his company. — Laughter burst out instantly, and he paused strategically, savoring the moment before continuing: — They would be like the Kardashians of the corporate world.

The room reacted thunderously, with laughter echoing from all sides. You kept your smile on, but you noticed Kendall's jaw tighten slightly. At the same time, Logan, at another table, remained motionless, with an expression that mixed disdain and coldness.

Then the comedian lowered his voice, pretending to whisper into the microphone, but loud enough for everyone to hear:

— We already know which one Kendall Roy would be, don't we?

You smiled slightly, controlled, but instinctively turned your face to Kendall. He kept the smile on his lips, but his gaze was fixed on the stage, his fingers drumming almost imperceptibly on the table.

The comedian noticed the tension and decided to double down.

“But there’s no denying it, the guy is a visionary.” He pointed dramatically at Logan, drawing more laughter from the audience. “This man could start a war in no time. We should be worried, really.”

The room was divided between laughter and palpable discomfort. You noticed Logan’s gaze, cold and calculated, as if he were considering ways to turn that man into an irrelevant stain on the floor. Kendall’s breathing beside you became heavier, and you knew he was also feeling the impact of the moment.

But the comedian didn’t end there. He looked directly at your table, as if he was about to deliver the “main joke.”

“Now, here’s the masterstroke.” He smiled, pausing to build anticipation. “Logan Roy married one of his sons to Charles White’s daughter. Do you understand that?”

The room erupted in laughter, but the laughter was different now—it wasn’t just amusement, but also that underlying discomfort, as if everyone knew the joke was about to cross the line.

You knew exactly what he was implying, and so did the audience. The media caused the conflicts; your family’s company offered the solutions. Cause and effect, perfectly woven into a single marriage. The narrative was irresistible to anyone who loved a scandal.

The comedian gestured as if asking the crowd to calm down.

“Please, this is a joke.” He took a theatrical step back from the stage. “Don’t send a bomb to my mailbox.”

The attention was completely focused on you now. Your smile was controlled, polite, but your eyes said more. You couldn’t show the irritation that was beginning to boil, and that was exactly what made it all the more frustrating.

The comedian began to pace the stage again, as if he were building the next joke in his mind. He looked at the audience and smiled, as if he knew he was about to say something controversial.

“Now, I have to comment…” He paused, gesturing with his hands to emphasize the drama. “Isn’t it ironic? A charity event, all of us here so concerned about helping others… and we have the illustrious presence of the White family, whose greatest “act of charity” is funding wars.”

The audience let out a muffled laugh, and the sound echoed in the room, mixing with the slight buzz of discomfort. It was a heavy provocation, but the comedian had a talent for keeping the tone seemingly light, as if it were all harmless.

You felt the weight of the words, but your face didn’t change. A perfectly calculated smile remained on your lips, while you maintained your composure, adjusting your posture slightly in your chair.

“But of course, I’m not judging!” He added, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. — After all, someone has to make money while the world loses its mind, right?

The laughter grew a little louder, and he continued, clearly enjoying the moment.

— It's like I always say: while some make donations, others build planes.

Kendall, next to you, let out a low laugh — almost inaudible to the others, but enough for you to notice. He tilted his head slightly toward you, his lips still curved in a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

— Are you having fun? — He murmured in an almost ironic tone, so low that no one but you would hear.

You glanced at him sideways, holding back the joking tone to keep up appearances.

— You have no idea. — You replied, still smiling at the stage.

Before he could answer, the comedian moved on to another topic, but the discomfort persisted at the table. You took a deep breath, picking up your wine glass to try to center yourself. Kendall noticed the gesture and discreetly touched your leg under the table, as if to let you know he was there.

It was a brief touch, but enough to surprise you.

When the event finally ended, you and Kendall walked together towards the exit, greeting the other guests with the impeccable cordiality that the occasion demanded. There was an almost rehearsed naturalness between you, as if you were in fact the perfect couple that so many believed – or wanted – you to be.

The flashes continued outside, and Kendall, once again, placed his hand on your back as he helped you into the car. Inside, the air seemed denser, charged with the emotions of the event. Kendall broke the silence as the car began to move, his voice carrying a carefree tone, but with that sarcasm that was almost automatic for him:

“So, which of the Kardashians would I be?”

You turned to him, surprised by the question, but unable to hold back your laughter.

“Kim, probably,” you answered, throwing it back with the same lightness.

He arched an eyebrow, intrigued, a discreet smile playing on his lips.

“Kim? Why?”

You pretended to think for a moment, before shrugging with an amused smile.

“Well… she’s the most controversial, don’t you think? Always in the spotlight, but somehow she manages to turn everything into fame.”

Kendall let out a low laugh, shaking his head.

“Controversial and turning everything into fame? I don’t know if that’s a compliment or a disguised insult.”

You tilted your head, your smile growing.

“It depends on how you choose to interpret it.”

The rest of the drive was light, almost childish, as if you had temporarily left behind the pressures of the real world. Comments about the event, observations about the people you saw, even spontaneous laughter. It was as if time had compressed, and when the car stopped in front of Kendall’s building, you were taken aback.

He leaned slightly toward you, his tone casual, but his eyes betraying something more:

“Do you want to go up?” The question seemed simple, but there was barely contained excitement in his expression. — Just to talk.

You stared at him for a moment, assessing the situation. There was something undeniable about that invitation, a tension that hung between you. And while you could question his intentions, you knew yours weren’t that different.

“Sure, why not?” You replied with a gentle smile, and it was enough to make Kendall’s heart race.

The walk to the apartment was smooth, almost natural, as if you were just walking home together after a long night. In the elevator, he stood next to you in silence, his hands stuffed in his pockets, but his gaze would occasionally stray to you, as if checking to see if you were really there.

When you arrived, Kendall turned on the soft lights in the living room, heading to the bar with familiarity. As he poured two shots of something you couldn’t identify at first glance, you kicked off your shoes, setting them aside, and dropped your bag and cell phone on a nearby table. The atmosphere was cozy, almost nostalgic, as if the apartment still held traces of the times you had been there before.

You settled into the couch, crossing your legs as you accepted the glass he handed you. Taking a sip, your eyes followed him as he took off his jacket and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt in an unpretentious manner. His casualness seemed to contrast with the small electric charge that was beginning to form in the air between you.

“The view from your apartment is still better than mine,” you commented with a playful smile, breaking the silence. But there was something else in your voice, something that carried a hint of vulnerability, as if the situation was pulling memories from a shared past.

Kendall laughed, low and husky, as he approached, sitting next to you on the couch.

“Well, it’s hard to compete with something so unique,” ​​he said, indicating with a slight nod the glass wall that revealed the lights of Manhattan.

You followed his gaze, but when you looked back at him, he was already watching you. There was something in his eyes—an intensity that you couldn’t quite put your finger on. 

“It’s weird,” you said quietly, more to yourself than to him.

“What?” Kendall asked, leaning in slightly.

“Being here again. It doesn’t feel like that long ago, but at the same time… it feels like a lifetime ago.”

He nodded, his smile softening.

“Maybe because some things never change.”

There was a pause, tension building in the space between you. You felt the warmth of his presence, the subtle touch of his knee almost brushing against yours. Without thinking, you slid your fingers along the cool glass of the glass in your hand, while the other rested on the couch beside you, close to his leg.

“And is that good or bad?” you asked, your voice lower, as if you didn’t want to break the moment.

He tilted his head, his gaze going from your eyes to the curve of your lips and back again.

“I guess it just depends on how you look at it.” You barely had time to process his answer before you felt the weight of his hand on yours, which was on the couch. His touch was light but determined, as if he were asking for permission without using words. Your eyes met, and something finally gave way.

Kendall leaned in slowly, and you did the same, the world around you disappearing when your lips met. The kiss started hesitantly, almost shy, but it quickly deepened, carrying a mixture of longing and repressed desire. Your hands rose to his face, while his slid down to your waist, gently pulling you closer.

The glass fell to the floor with a dull thud, but neither of you seemed to notice. The sound was lost in the growing heat between the two of you, as if the world around you had completely disappeared. You only moved closer to his body, pulling him closer, while his hands explored the fabric that still covered your skin.

It was as if the dress was an unbearable obstacle. Kendall, now impatient, let his hands slide down your back, searching for a zipper or any tie that would undo it. But the careful search gave way to a certain desperation, his fingertips pressing against your skin, as if he simply could not wait any longer.

“Fuck, just rip this shit off.” His voice was firm, almost authoritative, and he paused for a moment, chuckling against the curve of your neck.

“Always so direct, huh?” he murmured, but there was something husky and full of desire in his tone.

The mischievous smile remained on his face as his fingers gripped the fabric of your dress and, with a quick, decisive movement, ripped it. The sound of the fabric giving way echoed in the silent room, followed by the sensation of cold air against your skin. You gasped slightly, but soon felt his heat fill the space again, as if he could not bear to be away for even a second.

Kendall seemed mesmerized. His eyes roamed over your now partially uncovered body, his breathing irregular as he absorbed every detail as if he were seeing you for the first time. He was lost, intoxicated by you, and he didn't even try to hide it.

"You're... unbelievable," he said, his voice low, almost reverent, before leaning in again to kiss you, this time deeper, more intense, as if each movement carried all the emotion he couldn't put into words.

Lying on the couch, you felt his weight on you, the way his firm hands found your waist, your hips, as if they wanted to memorize every curve of yours. For Kendall, that wasn't just desire. It was need, urgency, something he couldn't name, but that seemed to consume every part of him.

As he kissed you, his hands moved with a mix of instinct and intention, exploring every inch of your warm skin, as if he wanted to map the territory that was now exclusively his. For Kendall, the world didn't exist beyond that moment. Everything about him was focused on you, and he seemed determined not to let anything interfere. You were immersed too, completely enveloped in his presence. All you felt were his touches, the way he pulled you closer, as if he feared you might slip away, as if he needed to anchor you to himself. There was a fervor in the way he held you, almost desperate, but at the same time controlled, as if he wanted to prolong the moment for as long as possible. The wet kisses Kendall spread over your body were a hypnotic delight. Each one felt hotter, more intimate than the last. However, it was when you felt his hand slide slowly, with purpose, that the tension rose. He traced a lazy path to the last piece of clothing that still covered you. His fingers lightly ran under the elastic of the lingerie, the soft touch like an implicit promise. He pulled the fabric just enough to loosen it and let it snap back against your skin. The sound was almost inaudible, but the intention behind it was deafening. He was teasing you, testing your limits, playing a game he already knew the end of. Kendall then pulled back slightly, just enough to observe you from above, his eyes roaming every detail of your body with overwhelming intensity. The smile that curved his lips was devilish, a mix of desire and triumph. He knew exactly what he was doing—and he loved the way you reacted, your breathing quickened, your eyes fixed on him, begging without saying a word. “You have no idea how beautiful you look like this,” he murmured, his voice husky as his fingers traced a slow, deliberate path across your skin. He was savoring every moment, stretching the tension as you felt the heat build, the anticipation becoming almost unbearable. Your breathing was ragged, as if each moment of waiting stole a little more of your breath. Your eyes shone, almost teary, such was the intensity of desire that ran through the room, electrifying every movement.

Delicately, you raised your body a little, supporting yourself with one hand. This gesture made your faces dangerously close, just a few inches apart. His breathing mingled with yours, hot and accelerated, and Kendall's eyes automatically dropped to your parted lips, now so close that he seemed hypnotized by them.

You took advantage of the hesitation, this delicious distraction, and with your other hand let your fingers slide slowly to his belt. Your movements were intentional, soft, but full of an undeniable promise. When your fingers curved around his belt, you tugged lightly, enough to get his attention and claim a little more control in that silent dance of provocation.

— Please, Ken… — Your voice was low, hoarse, a whisper that carried within it a plea and, at the same time, a veiled order. It sounded like a prayer, a desire materialized in words, angelic and overwhelming.

His eyes returned to yours, intense, as if those few words had crumbled any resistance he still had. But you didn’t stop there. Your expression softened for a moment before a bold smile appeared, echoing the energy he had exuded minutes before.

— I thought you wanted to fuck me. — The sentence came out with an almost challenging tone, as if you were testing his limits, playing the same game as him.

The smile that formed on Kendall's lips was slow, dark, a reflection of how those words had ignited something even fiercer inside him. In one decisive movement, he closed the distance between you, claiming your mouth with a kiss that was anything but restrained.

Distracting you completely, he took advantage of the moment when your attention was lost to slide his fingers deftly. The thin fabric was pulled aside without you noticing right away, giving him space to explore your hot, sensitive skin. When his fingers finally found the center of your desire, dragging slowly, collecting the moisture that revealed how much you wanted him, the sound that escaped your lips was involuntary — a low, hoarse moan, filled with pure need.

Kendall broke the kiss, but didn't pull away completely. His forehead remained pressed against yours, and your heavy breathing mingled with his, creating an intimate space, almost suffocating in its intensity. He continued the slow, mesmerizing movement, his fingers mapping every nuance of your reaction until, without warning, he positioned them at your entrance.

The sensation was immediate and overwhelming. From his point of view, it was a spectacle to see how your body reacted, arching involuntarily, as if you were offering yourself even more to him, silently begging him not to stop. When he finally invaded you with his fingers, a wonderful moan escaped you—a sound he had never forgotten and that seemed to echo in his memory, as addictive as the moment itself.

Your eyes closed as an automatic reaction, surrendering to the whirlwind of sensations. Your head fell back, leaving your neck exposed, while your body became a symphony of electric sensations. Every movement of his hand sent waves of pleasure through your body, making you move in tune with him, seeking more, wanting everything he could give. Kendall watched your every reaction as if it were a prize, his gaze fixed on the movement of your head, on the subtle tremor of your body under his touch. He wanted to prolong this moment, to engrave every detail in his memory. With his fingers still inside you, he began to move at a firmer pace, exploring your insides with precision, as if he already knew exactly where to touch to make you fall apart. “Look at me.” His voice came husky, low, almost a whisper. Your eyes opened slowly, meeting his. The dark, focused look he wore was almost overwhelming, but behind it, there was something else—pure admiration or a desire so intense that it seemed to swallow everything around it, including you. “Ken… Please…” Your voice came out almost as a whisper, a plea full of vulnerability and need. The weight of the moment felt overwhelming. Your senses were all focused on him; every touch, every movement made you lose any sense of control. Your eyes blinked erratically, barely able to stay open, while your vision began to blur. Your body gave him away in every possible way, especially with the way your walls contracted, revealing that you were reaching your limit. Kendall noticed immediately, and a slow, triumphant smile formed on his lips. He leaned closer, until his mouth was next to your ear. “You have no idea how much I missed this.” His voice was low, husky, almost a moan, but the words carried a weight that indicated how much he had stored up that feeling. Every syllable of his seemed to set something on fire inside you. But at that point, the world around you disappeared completely. You couldn’t hear anything anymore; everything was a blur of sensations and emotions. Your eyes rolled back with the intensity of the pleasure, and your nails dug into the fabric of his shirt, almost to the point of tearing it. Kendall loved seeing you like this, so surrendered, so dominated by what he was doing. He left a wet kiss on your neck before whispering with a mixture of fascination and desire: “You’re perfect… absolutely perfect.” Your mind was already so far away, lost in the sensations that dominated your body, that nothing else seemed to matter, except the pleasure that flowed in waves across your skin. Suddenly, that sensation exploded, overwhelming and intense, and you lost all sense of control. Your legs trembled uncontrollably, and your body arched off the couch, as if you wanted to escape from yourself, your eyes closed and your voice released in loud moans, revealing how deeply you were immersed in that moment. Kendall watched you, amazed, as if he was unable to believe the raw and pure beauty before him. His vision was blurry, but the pleasure on his face made everything around him disappear. He kept moving, guiding you until the last bit of pleasure ran down your hands, as if he wanted to prolong that ecstasy, bringing with him the fabric that, by now, was completely soaked.

When he pulled away, it was with the same reverence that he treated the moment — amazed and cautious, but at the same time thirsty for more. He leaned over you, enchanted by the way you tried to catch your breath, as if the air had been knocked out of your body. He thought you would need some time, maybe some space to recover. But instead, you pulled him firmly, wrapping your hands in his hair, deepening the kiss with a fierce urgency.

He didn't have time to react before you pushed your body back, making him settle more comfortably on the couch. You stood up smoothly, with the confidence of someone who already had control of the situation, and settled on his lap, your defiant gaze like a flame that only intensified.

With a mischievous smile on your lips, you began to slowly unbutton his shirt, each open button a silent invitation for the next step. And, with a low voice, full of desire, you declared:

"You still have too many clothes on."

The desire in your gaze was immediate, and the tension in the air, palpable. He knew there was no turning back.

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Kendall felt the provocation in your words as an irresistible invitation, and his body reacted instantly, a deep desire taking over every movement. With eager hands, he finished what you had started, taking off his shirt in a hurry, as if every second was crucial. The heat between you increased with each touch, with each shared sigh.

When the last piece of clothing was gone, he pulled you back into a deep kiss, more desperate now, as if words were no longer necessary. He wanted nothing more than you, the intensity of his desire reflected in every gesture, in every look. You let him guide you, but you also challenged him with your own will, your movements flowing in tune with his. There was no rush, but there was no hesitation either — just the certainty that this moment was just for you.

Your bodies met in a way that seemed to be the sole purpose of your existence at that moment. Pleasure took shape, amplified by the genuine connection that was established between you. Kendall's hands roamed your skin with reverence, while you, in turn, guided him with the same intensity, both immersed in the moment without any more worries.

The room was filled with sighs and moans, like a silent melody. Each movement, each touch seemed more meaningful, as if you were surrendering to an inevitable destiny, a destiny that only the two of you could understand. And when the climax finally arrived, it was like an explosion of sensations, where time and space ceased to exist.

Kendall, still panting, remained there, your bodies intertwined and heated, with the rhythm slowing down as you both tried to catch your breath. The silence between you was filled only by your irregular breathing and the distant sound of the city outside. He raised his eyes to yours, the usual intensity softened by something rare—a tenderness you had never seen before. Without saying anything, he leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss, this time slow and tender, as if the world outside didn’t exist, as if in that moment, only the two of you were real.

When he finally pulled away, just enough to look at your face, you laughed softly, breaking the silence.

“We should go to the bedroom now.” Your voice was low, almost playful, but without taking away the closeness between you.

He smiled, still with a trace of that expression that seemed reserved only for you, and nodded.

“Yeah, you’re right.” He agreed, adjusting himself and closing his pants with quick movements. Then, before you could react or say anything else, Kendall wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly and standing up with one decisive movement.

You let out a surprised laugh, the soft sound filling the space around you, but you made no attempt to intervene. Instead, you let yourself be carried away, feeling safe in his arms as he walked towards the bedroom.

After getting ready for bed, the room was plunged into a peaceful darkness, illuminated only by the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains. Kendall lay down next to you, watching as you snuggled into him, so naturally, as if the last few months had not created this distance between you. He could feel the heat of your body against his, your breathing slowing as sleep began to approach.

The silence was comfortable, but in his mind, emotions were a whirlwind. You were there. No matter how much reason screamed that maybe it was just for that night, his heart was filled with a deep satisfaction, almost a peace he hadn't felt in a long time. Having you so close, the way you always were, made him feel that, for a brief moment, everything was right in the world. Kendall couldn't take his eyes off you. Your relaxed face, your slightly parted lips, the way you moved to get even closer to him. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to record every detail of that moment, as if it were possible to keep it intact forever. She's back? — the question echoed in his mind, bringing a subtle fear, but he refused to let it ruin the moment. For now, you were here, and he would enjoy it as much as he could. He lightly ran his fingers through your hair, a touch so delicate that it was almost unnoticed, but for him it was another reminder that you were real. Finally, he settled in better, pulling you closer, wrapping his arm around you in an almost possessive gesture. A soft expression, almost of relief, took over his face as he felt your body mold itself to his.

“I missed you,” he whispered softly, almost afraid to break the spell of that night. Even without an answer, he knew you heard, or at least felt it. And that was enough.

The sound of your cell phone broke the cozy silence of the room, slowly pulling you from a deep sleep. Still a little groggy, consciousness came in fragments: Kendall’s shirt covering your body, the warmth of the bed that seemed more comfortable than anything else, and his rhythmic breathing beside you.

When you opened your eyes, you remembered where you were. Your phone was nowhere to be seen, which meant you had probably forgotten it in the living room. When you turned around, Kendall was still sleeping, his features relaxed, his breathing slow and even. His tranquility seemed rare, almost as if he were far from the weight he carried during the day.

You didn’t want to wake him. You quickly put on his shirt, feeling the soft, slightly looser fabric against your body, before going in search of your phone.

When you reached the living room, the state of things brought back flashes of the night before: the knocked over glasses, the dry wine on the floor, the crumpled pillows scattered across the couch and carpet, and your torn dress abandoned near your heels. You stopped for a moment, taking in the scene and feeling a slight blush rise to your face.

It wasn't just the mess that caught your attention — it was the weight of what it represented. The intensity of the night before seemed to be stamped on every detail, from the torn fabric to the marks on the couch.

It was then that you heard a noise coming from the kitchen, the clear sound of someone moving utensils. The team was already on the move. A touch of panic ran through your body when you realized that you were only wearing Kendall's shirt, and nothing else. Before anyone could notice your presence, you turned on your heel and ran back to the bedroom.

As you entered, trying to silence your hurried footsteps, Kendall spoke, taking you by surprise:

“What are you running away from?”

His hoarse voice, marked by sleep, carried an amused tone that disarmed you. You glanced at him quickly, still near the door, and found him half-lying down, his eyes half-open and a lazy smile that made him seem dangerously charming.

“I forgot to pick up my cell phone yesterday…” You answered, almost breathless, walking back to bed.

When you lay down, Kendall turned slightly, resting his head on his arm as he watched you. His eyes were intense, but there was no rush—just a calm admiration, as if he was absorbing every detail of you there.

“You know you look beautiful like this, right?” He said, effortlessly, with a low, serious voice.

The sincerity in his words made your heart skip a little beat. You didn’t answer, but your expression gave it all away. Kendall reached out, his fingers slowly tracing the line of your jaw, moving up to brush back a strand of hair that had fallen over your face. His touch was gentle, almost as if he feared breaking the moment. He leaned in, the movement slow and intentional, until his lips met yours. The kiss was soft, full of a silent affection that seemed to hold something deeper—something he perhaps didn’t yet know how to express. When he pulled away, you smiled softly, the heat of the moment still pulsing between you. He lay back down, pulling you close to him, and you snuggled into his chest, feeling the slow rhythm of his breathing. For a moment, everything felt right, as if the world outside had ceased to exist.

In the end, for Kendall it was like knocking on the doors of heaven asking to come back, and ending up being accepted back.

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[vel-vet61]

I just want to say I absolutely adored how detailed and feral your Kendall fic was. I was wondering if you could do something about Kendall with pregnant significant other🤭

oh myuuyy gosh thank you so so much I appreciate u so much so I went insane :):))))

obv: explicit 18+ pregnancy kink, freaks, dirty talk, body image, the vaguest stuff about being pregnant cause I know nothing, tenderness, filth

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“Alright, wait. Don’t look yet. Keep those eyes closed,” she scolds in the same play pretend tone they use in their own stupid banter. She playfully smooshes his entire face right into her palm to ensure he really wasn’t peaking. He can’t help snorting a laugh, shooing her hands away with an infectious sly smile and a seriously, baby I promise. Swear I’m not looking.

She knows it’s a crock of shit, being so that only a minute ago he was side eyeing when she first stripped herself naked, but it makes her shake her head and chuckle anyways.

“Okay, now have a look. I think this is perfect for hiding the bump,” she poses a couple times, giving him a 360 degree view as she turns to the side in front of him. Finding how her ever growing belly looked so effortlessly swallowed up by the intricate drape of the long, nearly floor length tailored jacket. “See? Bet those fucking paps still won’t get to see anything.”

Kendall and her had known the rumors of their pregnancy had been in full swing. Headlines speculating. Buzzing in Kendall’s ear even at work.

Whenever his colleagues had the balls to blatantly ask if the word on the street was true - that Kendall and his wife were hiding a pregnancy from the public, their friends, and especially their family. Nothing ever stopped Kendall from always answering every prying accusation the same. He’d rehearsed it a thousand times before. Scoffing in their face, shaking his head. “Really? You actually believe that bullshit? You’re too online, man. Unplug.”

Dodging the pointed looks from his dismissive father, deliberately side eyeing him with daggers when a new story hits the tabloids. Sweating men with flashing cameras and no boundaries flood familiar street corners, swarming the blocks of New York fighting to be the first one to get a shot of Kendall and his unconfirmed pregnant wife.

Months ago they could easily sweep all the noise and the chatter under the rug, but that was before she was this far along, that baby bump undeniably sticking out like a watermelon.

The trepidation only worsened and continued. Sneaking doctors appointments with a plethora of bodyguards hired by an intensely paranoid Kendall. Keeping her physically shielded at all costs from the public eye when that beautiful belly sprouted.

All the while Kendall couldn’t resist keeping his hands or his dick to himself.

”None of them matter, nothing they say fucking matters,” Kendall would nearly spit, furiously fucking his hips, stubborn with hard unrelenting rhythm underneath the ruffled soft sheets of their bed. He never pretended like he couldn’t see her wipe away spare tears after seeing yet another outrageous headline speculating, or the sounds of little sniffles muffled by tissue after dark.

When he’d smooth his hands over her belly, an innocent gesture of a soon-to-be father, he’d admire how far his baby’s grown as he’s fucking her into the mattress. ”You’re so beautiful, so brave and strong, having my baby…..” he’d coo, sucking right onto the pulse of her neck. “You’re my angel. Have to make my angel feel good….”

She turns to study the way Kendall’s eyes and micro movements in his facial expression dance around with hyper observance. His fingers reach out and feel down the texture of the coat, lingering longer than needed to admire the fabric. She wonders how much his staring and touching had to do with the new wardrobe staple or how much her unmistakably pregnant body was camouflaged.

“Can maybe put a scarf on too, really take it up a notch. Definitely carrying a bigger bag when we go out, that should cover any other angles. Ken, what do you think?”

Kendall’s eyes are still hypnotically drinking in her figure, now pulling the long zip down, delicately pushing the sleeve along towards the side of her shoulder. Strokes his fingers some more down the globe of her stomach, massaging the belly growing their child. Kendall feels this enormous sense of pride feeling the alien-like way her belly trembled and moved, knowing what exactly it took to get her there. Get her this flushed and knocked up. Flashbacks of holding one of her legs up in the air and fucking her pussy raw haunted Kendall’s brain before he’s equipped to even try answering her simple question.

“The coat? It’s uh — yeah, this looks really fucking sleek, you’re like The Matrix right now. You look fucking…..” he scoffs in disbelief at how she glows more and more for him every goddamn day. “…. phenomenal,” he finished, his hands and that dumbed expression on his face doing most of the talking for him.

“Ken,” she pouted, almost trying to stuff herself right back into the shapeless snug coat. “Baby seriously, does it really hide everything?”

Kendall knows just how terribly she wished she could hide from the public scrutiny, how disgusting the prying eyes felt when she was already filled with enough hormones and distress.

He knows how difficult it’s become, trying to keep the mere idea of this baby’s existence protected from the volatile world. But any nuanced thoughts in his brain had taken a momentary break, pausing to replace those with a helpless hamster on a wheel that only sounded like ”I have to, I wanna fuck more and more babies in you, make us an entire fucking litter, cum inside you enough loads to breed you again and again, have you stay this swelled up so pretty with our baby—“

Kendall wipes the stray bead of sweat built up on his temple, licking his lips as if they’re chapped. His hands dropped from the fabric of the new coat to his lap, unsubtle with making his adjustment to hide the brick already forming a tent in his pants.

“You got hard again just looking didn’t you,” she tisks, making fun of him while finding it endearing nonetheless. He looked just as eager as he had before he put his baby in her, almost salivating while she pulls both the sleeves back off. It pooled in a pile at her feet, leaving only her bare skin after her coat’s absence. “What are we gonna do with you, naughty boy?” she hums. Backs him up against the wooden frame of their bed, finding Kendall’s never ending unquenched thirst for more so enticing. “Baby must already feel how often Daddy gets insatiable.”

Daddy. Even hearing it once tipped him over the edge. Ready to please, he nods hurriedly in response to her teasing.

“Jesus fuck…. do - do anything you want with me, just say the fucking word. Want you to use me good, baby. Have to take good care of my babies,” he nuzzled himself a home in her neck, creeping his hands down to that precious bump and cradling it. She feels his familiar clothed bulge nudge her in the perfect spot. Teasing her front.

“You always take such good care of us,” she corrects him quietly, feeling up his biceps and his warm, beating chest. “Spoiling me.”

He nods his head, furiously agreeing. “Fucking ready to spoil you again right now,” Kendall swore. “Gonna get you twenty more of these coats, hundred more, who cares. You feel sore anywhere today? Here, sit that exhausted pretty ass down and let me get those knots out.”

Those lips of his find hers again, hurrying to get a better taste. Interrupting any retort she could’ve made like Kendall, twenty times the cost of this coat could pay off somebody’s mortgage. Kendall, seeing the bump shouldn’t make you this hard this fast. Kendall—“ but the words are lost.

One palm engulfs her ass, squeezing and kneading. Peppering love bites up and down. He puts a gently stern force in setting her down on the bed facing him. Those fingers find her inner thighs and rub in repeated circles, coaxing the underlying stress to ooze right out of her.

“Working too goddamn hard, need to help my babies relax.”

She would’ve rolled her eyes if she could. Knowing that Kendall hasn’t let her do so much as tie her own shoelaces alone anymore. That he’d never let her lift a finger to work, being that his own mission every single day since and before he’d gotten her pregnant was to alleviate whatever the fuck blocked the way between her and her peace of mind, her happiness, no matter what cost.

Tenderness bleeds off of every grasp and squeeze. She closes her eyes after they threaten to roll back when he takes both her feet in each hand, kneading the tension building up in her heels. It’s music to his ears when she lowly hums in appreciation, sighing.

“Shhhh. I know. That’s it.”

What comes out is only a tangled string of whimpers. Kendall’s dick only strains itself more against the zipper of his trousers. Clenching his jaw, with those tight fists only squeezing the bed of her feet harder.

“Can’t think straight hearing those noises comin’ out of you,” he huffs a half laugh. Plants a series of open-mouthed kisses on her knees, down her legs. One hand now kept itself fastened around her stomach, keeping a loving hold on their growing creation.

“And when have you ever been known for thinking straight?” she laughs dreamily, tingling from Kendall’s indulgent pampering.

“Never, ‘specially not when I’m between these legs….” he scoffs as he’s embracing the visual of spreading them apart.

“That’s exactly how we got here isn’t it,” she agrees with a pointed look down at her protruding bump.

“Oh, I know how we got here. Never gonna fucking forget.”

It’s cunning, knowing, how he looks back up at her between those legs. Wrapping them around his own waist himself, testing the waters with little rocks of his bulge into her hips.

The whimpering comes again, lighting Kendall on fire as he takes one middle finger and finds her clit through her panties. Rubbing and rubbing, feeling her scrunch up from just a little movement of his finger.

“Mm, I know you remember too. Got on top of me and rode me all night, whining for more and more of my cum inside. And I gave it to you, didn’t I?” his voice strains as his fingers swirl around the bud. “Acted so shy that night, but I know you’re not a shy girl anymore when you’re getting dicked.”

“Ken…”

He busies himself with more rounds of kisses on her belly, feeling even through the thin material how she clenched onto and yearned for him inside. She pulls one of his hips further in, cementing his spot to grind against her pussy some more through their clothes, filthy whispers rolling off his tongue to rile each other up some more.

“Fuck…. Fucking taking these off,” he complains. Strips those panties down before ripping his own boxers off, throwing them mindlessly.

Her heart felt like it dropped into her stomach seeing him start to pull and stroke his magnetizing cock. It stays pointing up, veiny and pressed against his belly button while he chokes on labored breaths.

Kendall feels it in the pads of his fingers how wet his tip already is.

“Feel how bad I need you,” he swallows, shoving his hips forward so his cock brushes up and slides deliciously against her leg. Smoothly gliding along the skin.

Her mouth is steadily watering at the very sight, half lidded eyes watching every little thrust and move. Without saying anything she snakes one of his hands down to prove to him that she felt the same fucking thing, his giant palm now perfectly cupping her pussy. It’s like he’s fighting not to pass out when his digits feel that warm, wet and welcoming pool gathered in between her lips.

She waits to hear another thundering retort but his head is empty. Rumbling groans fly out of his throat while his fingers pulse in and out, oscillating between her hole and her clit. Kendall’s eyebrows are pinched like he’s focused, like he’s in furious pain not being inside her. He wonders if she has the telepathy to read his mind easier than reading a children’s book, because she knows he’s hanging on by a thread and he hasn’t even slid home yet.

Watching her blindly grab and guide the tip right at the center of her waiting pussy, he unexpectedly cries out for mercy when it finally breaches, slowly sliding in a couple of inches. Kendall felt like her pussy was his home.

“SHIT, fucking Christ you feel so tight,” he strains himself, feeling those heavenly walls stutter and adjust hot against his member. His resistance now clawing from his inner cage to slide home and never leave. “This pussy’s got me in trouble, G-God that’s it….. Feel me? Feel that?” he emphasizes his point with his hips, shoving his way to her womb and making a squelch leak out from where they’re intertwined. “Make me fucking crazy…..”

“Fuck yes, yeah that’s it Ken…. take care of me, take me, fill me up again.” She pleads, legs flailing around with every thrust home. The bed creeks as it knocks itself rhythmically against the wall, only fueling the animalistic desire.

“Greedy for more of this cum to breed you up all over again, huh? Wanna show everybody how I put that fucking baby in you?”

It’s a warning, she can tell it is. One of her legs is tossed over his shoulder by his force, feeling the new freeing angle to give him more space to work. It allows him to go balls in, stuffing himself to the hilt and smiling down at the obscenely satisfying image of that pretty clit bulging with those lips hugging the entire base of his cock. They’re pressed up so close they share heartbeats, his hand going right back to that bump.

“So beautiful, look at you. Look at what you’re capable of. Look how good you take this dick,” he sighs, pulling himself nearly all the way out before spreading what gushes out along her lips to lube his movements even more. “That’s it, all wet and all mine…. My baby, my pussy….” he mumbles, possessively gripping a breast while he circles his hips.

“Your baby, your pussy, all yours.” she nods, a thick tear streaming down from one of her eyes as she white knuckles his shoulder. He shushes her reassuringly, reaching down to wipe the lone tear off where it trailed up her temple. She watched him take one long lick of the finger that gathered the salty tear. Something about the depravity makes her swell with adoration that this man was the father of her child, of more future children. She feels more unshed tears that want to well up and spill, but Kendall is so attentive and quick, even in the middle of a fuck.

“Shhh it’s okay, it’s all gonna be okay angel. Never letting anything happen to you. Ever.”

She nods like she already knows. The public won’t get to prick themselves under her skin unless they go through Kendall first.

His hips only grew sharper, feeding off the weak whimpering as her body takes him. Engulfing and consuming him whole, and it’s addictive, so addictive that it was on the verge of frightening. To love, to rely and depend solely on somebody else. Mirroring her own tear-stricken cheeks, a tear or two makes its way down from his solemn eyes.

While his dick twitches and leaks as it pistols inside of her, she can’t help but clench down on him the hardest she was able to, feeling the ribbon of tension deep inside him start to whither and threaten to snap.

She sees him dangling off the cliff and all she had to do was guide him off. His pressure points were readily apparent, those sad yearning eyes screaming for her to beg him.

“Baby, baby cum in me, cum inside me again. Can’t get…. can’t get enough,” she mewls, still wide open and sweating from him.

As if the words had a spell attached to them, his hips jolt and stutter on the last thrust inside before his violently twitching girth finally shoots while he’s balls deep. Kendall couldn’t give a fuck if all of New York could hear him when he shouted, buzzing from the tingling waves rushing throughout his body. His cock is milked and drained, used up as he stills inside before smoothing himself right back in, stubborn with never allowing himself to leave her pussy empty again.

Kendall is shaking like an addict that got a fresh high off a fix, boneless when he leans down and carefully keeps all of his weight off her belly and leans down to smother her in a fat kiss.

He doesn’t care that the pent up drool in his mouth gets transferred right into hers. She’s smiling and chuckling into the kiss after another few minutes, and he bites onto her lower lip to shush her.

Feeding his need for his own ritual, he pulls himself back up before getting too carried away again and gently slips himself most the way out, feeling the load he released slowly but surely seep out in grooves. Fuck. He couldn’t contain himself every time he saw it, every time just as invigorating and exciting as the last. He keeps his cock between a closed fist, aiming with precision as he swirls his release around her clit, the sticky mess fueling her pending release. Kendall pays close attention to every twitch and move, watching her succumb to the sensation and tightening up again.

“Like that, yeah, relax under me.” he praises. Whistles low when he feels her clench onto the crown of his tip, desperately seeking more to feel and latch onto. “Love the look on that face when you’re cumming on me. Yeah. Ride it out,” he soothes, lying down more endless kisses onto her neck, shoulder, collarbone. “Ride it out on me.”

She squeezes her eyes shut from the unrelenting spiral of pleasure, still ultra sensitive underneath him.

“Wore you out, baby? Need some rest?”

She still felt as if she were levitating, barely hovering back on earth on the comedown. A lazy nod is all she can answer him with.

Both of them are left heaving and sniffling, wiping away the unspoken salty tears from each other’s cheeks. Kendall scrapes his nails soothingly right into her scalp, other hand still glued to his unborn baby.

He sticks his head down and sweetly face plants right onto her belly button, mumbling:

“Daddy tires Mommy out real good, didn’t he?”

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spring breakers! chapter one

pairing: roman roy x fem!oc

word count: 3k

summary: Marla Carranza, despite being a board member, hasn't talked to the Roys in years. This changes the minute a very desperate Kendall Roy calls her.

warnings: i recommend you read the prologue first, foul language, main character is a bad person, lots of sexual commentary from roman, logan roy staring...

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Stewy’s whistle was low, appreciative, and just a little smug. “Marla Carranza.” His eyes flicked down the length of her dress before he leaned in for a hug, the scent of expensive cologne clinging to him. “Kendall told me you were coming, but I didn’t believe him at all.”

Marla was wearing a dark grayish blue dress with a V-neckline that showed off just the right amount of cleavage. She’d gotten real pretty for this. Her first time seeing the family after such a long time, she had to leave a great impression. 

Marla let out a soft laugh, taking a slow sip of her champagne. “Yeah, honestly, I’m still surprised I accepted his… uh, invite.” 

“Ah, see, that’s what I love about you, Marla. Always full of bad decisions.” His grin was sharp, teasing, but there was an undercurrent of something else, something closer to curiosity.

Marla and Stewy had met during her internship at Waystar, when she became friends with Kendall, which entailed her partying every weekend at different high-end bars and clubs. 

Stewy and Marla hit it off immediately. Stewy was a flirty guy, and there was nothing Marla found more fun than being able to flirt back without consequences. Of course, they did date for a while but it was nothing really serious. They both knew that.

She raised a brow. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Absolutely.”

The two of them stood at the edge of the gala, away from the cameras, the polished floor glinting beneath the chandeliers. The room was buzzing with business talk. On the opposite corner of the room, Marla recognised Connor, who appeared to be yelling at a server, clearly stressed out. She’d never really connected with him like she’d done with the rest of the Roys, mainly due to him being sort of an outsider inside both the family and the company. And what benefit would Marla obtain from buddying up with the interloper? Marla was always thinking about the benefit. 

Stewy followed her gaze, scoffing softly. “Poor guy. Always trying so hard to be relevant.”

Marla huffed a quiet laugh, though she couldn’t entirely disagree. Before she could say anything, she felt his eyes shift back to her, assessing. “You’re not like him,” he said, voice lower now, more deliberate. Like he’d been waiting for an opening. Like she was the most interesting thing in the room.

“I’m not so sure.” Marla turned her eyes back over to Stewy. “One might say I’m just as desperate for relevancy as Connor Roy is.”

Stewy shrugged. “At least you aren’t so obvious with it.” he swirled his drink. “So… you working for Logan now?”

Marla’s lips quirked into a knowing smile. “What makes you say that?”

“Because only people who work for Logan voluntarily walk into these fucking shark-infested waters.” His gaze sharpened. “And you don’t strike me as someone who came here just for the champagne.”

Marla held his stare, unblinking. “Maybe I just missed the family.”

That earned a quiet chuckle. “Right. And I’m here for the charity.” He tilted his head, assessing her like she was a stock on the rise. “So what’s your angle?”

She smirked. “I think I might just be trying too hard to be relevant.”

Stewy chuckled softly before leaning in just slightly. “I’ll say this, Marla—whatever you’re up to, you better be damn sure it’s worth it.”

There was no warning in his voice, just amusement, the kind that came from watching someone step into the lion’s den on purpose.

Marla just smiled, lifting her glass in an unbothered toast. “Cheers to bad decisions, then.”

Their glasses clinked, but before either could say another word, Stewy’s gaze flicked over her shoulder. His smirk widened, just a little.

“Well, well. Looks like you’ve got company.”

Marla turned just in time to see Shiv Roy approaching, alone. Behind her, Marla could grasp the image of her husband, whom she had only met in pictures, staring at Shiv’s back. 

Stewy exhaled, already taking a step back. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

“Coward,” Marla muttered.

“Strategist,” he corrected with a wink before slipping away, leaving her alone with Shiv.

And just like that, the air shifted.

Effortlessly poised, champagne flute in hand, she moved with the kind of confidence that came from knowing she was the smartest person in the room, or at least believing she was. The moment Marla locked eyes with her, it became clear: this wasn’t just a casual hello.

Marla straightened her posture, letting a slow smile curve her lips. “Why, hello Shiv.”

Shiv’s red lips parted into something that resembled a smile, but there was a sharpness to it. “Marla. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Didn’t expect to be here,” Marla replied easily, taking a sip of her drink. “But you know how it is, free booze, good lighting, rich men being miserable. Hard to say no.”

Shiv hummed, tilting her head slightly. “Right. And what exactly are you doing here?”

Straight to the point. Marla almost laughed. “Oh well, you know…” Marla played with the bracelet laying on her wrist. The situation made her nervous. She had always been intimidated by Shiv, even when they’d been best friends. “Wanted to see the um… new steps of the company. I am a board member after all.”

Shiv’s gaze flickered over her, quick and assessing. Sizing her up. Then, as if remembering something, she let out a soft chuckle. “God. Kendall must be feeling sentimental.”

Marla’s brows furrowed. “Is that what you think this is?”

“Isn’t it?” Shiv countered smoothly. “You show up after, what? Years? And suddenly, you’re sitting at his table, looking…” Her eyes swept over Marla’s dress, a flicker of something unreadable in her expression. “…expensive.”

Marla smiled, unbothered. “Oh but I always look like this. Don’t you remember Shivvy?”

Shiv’s lips pressed together, amusement barely masking the tension beneath. For a second, she looked like she might push further, ask more, dig deeper. And for a moment, Marla thought she might actually say something real.

After all, this was Shiv. Her Shiv. The girl she used to share cigarettes with outside of shitty college parties, both of them cackling about which idiot was going to fail the next exam. The one she stayed up with in their dorm, ranting about boys and family and futures that were supposed to be theirs for the taking.

But that was a long time ago.

And now, here they were, talking like strangers with knives behind their backs.

“I should go find Tom.” Shiv finally let her gaze move from Marla’s eyes, hesitating before doing so, something unspoken in her expression. “But it was… uh, nice seeing you Marla.”

“Nice seeing you too.” Marla had turned back to the table, taking out her phone before she suddenly overheard Kendall’s voice from behind her.

“Hey Shiv.”

“Nice work, bro.”

Marla barely turned her head as Kendall slid into view, noticing how Shiv’s lips were already curling into a smirk.

Kendall blinked, caught off guard. “What do you mean?”

Shiv took a slow sip of her drink, nudging towards the blonde girl sitting at the same table as Marla. “Fucking the talent.”

Kendall’s face barely shifted, but something in his posture stiffened. “Hey, come on.”

“No, it’s okay,” Shiv continued, voice light but razor-sharp. “You’re fucking ATN. ATN is fucking me. It’s a little clusterfuck.”

Marla watched Kendall’s jaw tighten. 

“But hey! Marla is here too! Maybe you can turn it into a threesome.” Shiv winked at him, but before he could respond, she was already turning away, leaving him standing there like a misplaced chess piece.

He exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face before his eyes finally landed on Marla.

“Marla,” he said, slow and careful, like he was testing the weight of her name after all these years.

Marla tilted her head, her smirk softening just a fraction. “Kendall.”

A beat of silence. He blinked, almost like he didn’t believe she was real.

“You…” He exhaled, shaking his head. “Holy shit. You’re actually here.”

Marla let out a soft chuckle, swirling the champagne in her glass. “Yeah well, you practically begged me to make an appearance tonight.”

“Yeah.” Kendall laughed. “I did… uh, have you met my date?” He pointed towards the blonde girl that Shiv had referred to just a moment ago. 

“Anna Newman.” Her voice was sweet, but she seemed bored. She extended her hand and Marla took it, a sympathetic smile on her face. 

“Marla Carranza.”

“Have you… uh, been having a good time?” Kendall directed the question towards Anna, sitting down as he did so. 

“Yeah. Uh… It’s been lovely.” She displayed what was clearly a fake smile on her face. “Thanks.”

“I’m glad.” Kendall turned around to look at Marla now. “So… how are you, uh, feeling about Tuesday?”

“I already told you. I’m fully team Kenny.”

“Yeah, no, I know. It’s just I’ve… I’m a little bit nervous about this whole thing.”

“Rightfully so. You’re kinda going to murder your dad.”

Kendall’s smile grew. “Hey, don’t say that.” Marla simply hummed as an answer. 

Before Marla could answer, Connor suddenly appeared, his energy frayed at the edges, lowering himself to Kendall’s height. "Hey, uh, Ken? Need to talk."

Kendall barely looked at him. "Yeah, what’s up?"

“Wait, Marla? How have things been going?” Marla wished Connor hadn’t realised she was there. This many reencounters in a night were giving her a headache.

“It’s been good.”

“So sorry about the butter.” Connor turned his attention back over to Kendall, leaving Marla confused and with no space to ask what was wrong with the butter. “Yeah so, apparently dad’s going to be doing the speech now, so late change of plans, I hope that’s cool.”

Kendall stood up in surprise, blinking. 

“What?”

“Well, yeah, he just said. I guess that put a spoke in quite a few wheels, huh?”

“Con. Con.” Kendall’s voice was laced with worry as he stopped Connor from leaving. “He’s in no fit state.” “Gotta go backstage.” Connor touched his shoulder before leaving, Kendall following after him.

Marla barely had a second to process Kendall’s abrupt exit before a voice cut in from her right, dry and unmistakably amused.

“Holy shit. It’s alive.”

She didn’t need to turn to know who it was.

He dropped into the chair beside her like he owned it, all loose limbs and careless confidence, eyeing her over the rim of his drink.

“Did they roll out a red carpet for you, or did you just claw your way back in? Either way, congrats. You’re like a very sexy cockroach.”

Marla let out a slow breath, turning toward him at last. Roman looked the same, somehow both sharp and disheveled, suit slightly wrinkled like he’d just rolled out of someone else’s bed.

Her lips quirked. “That was almost a compliment.”

“Oh, yeah, I forgot to add the part where I’m deeply, profoundly unsettled by your presence.” He gestured vaguely at her dress. “But you do look… hot, so at least there’s that.”

Marla rolled her eyes, lifting her glass in mock gratitude. “Gee, thanks, Rome.”

He smirked. “Mm. That’s what I do. Boost female confidence. I’m basically the Gloria Steinem of billionaire failsons.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Where’s your date? Assuming you have one.”

Roman clicked his tongue, glancing briefly at the crowd. “Oh, she was here. You just missed her.”

His tone was deliberately vague, leaving room for interpretation. 

Marla raised a brow. “Uh-huh. Did she happen to be… a real person?”

“Define real.” He grinned. “Like, did she have a pulse? Was she tax-paying? Did she have a deep and meaningful relationship with her father? Some of those answers are yes.”

Marla smirked, leaning in slightly. “So, translation: you scared her off.”

“I did not.” Roman’s hand fluttered to his chest in mock offense. 

“Let me guess, she just had an urgent appointment? With a car? Going far away from you?” He shrugged. “Classic.”

“Are you projecting right now?” Roman cocked his head, eyes glinting. “What’s your deal here? You back for good? Or just here to haunt us like some terribly-fuckable poltergeist?”

Marla took a slow sip of her drink. “Why? You worried?”

Roman grinned. “Worried? No. Turned on? Only in a deeply concerning, self-loathing kind of way.”

Marla exhaled a short laugh, her gaze steady. Roman was always like this, always pushing, always performing. But there was something in his eyes, beneath the smirk, that was watching her just as closely.

She set her glass down with a soft clink. “So, is this the part where you pretend you didn’t miss me?”

Roman made a face, feigning horror. “Oh God, was I supposed to? Shit. No one gave me the memo.” He leaned in, dropping his voice to a low stage whisper. “Wait, do you want me to say I did? Will that make you feel all warm and gooey inside?”

Marla hummed, tilting her head as if considering it. “I think I’d rather watch you squirm.”

Roman barked out a laugh. “Mar, please. If I could be rattled by you, I’d be dead already.”

She arched a brow. “Mmm. Keep telling yourself that.”

His grin twitched, just barely, like she’d brushed against something real. But then he was back on the offense, tilting his head, studying her with faux curiosity.

“So, then. Who lured you out of exile? Kenny?” His smirk widened. “Wait, no. You’re too smart for that. Shiv, then? Or…” his eyes flickered with amusement, “dear old dad?”

There it was. The real test.

Marla didn’t flinch. Instead, she smiled, slow and sharp. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

Roman clicked his tongue, mock-disappointed. “Oof. That’s such a Shiv answer.” He gave her a once-over. “You two been trading notes? I saw you talking to her just minutes before.”

“Are you stalking me Rome?” If he would tease, you could tease back. “Are you jealous that I didn’t run immediately towards you?” Her words were biting, mocking him in a fake sadness. 

Roman clutched his chest. “Christ, Marla, do you want me to cry? Because I will. Right here. Full meltdown.”

She pretended to consider. “Would be entertaining.”

Roman pointed at her. “See, now that? That’s the kind of passive-aggressive ex-girlfriend energy I live for.”

Marla just took a sip of her drink, unbothered. “We never dated.”

“Oh, we so did.”

“No, we didn’t.”

“Okay, yeah, maybe not in the ‘we are boyfriend and girlfriend and we fuck’ sense, but, like…” He made a vague, circular motion with his drink. “We did things. We were things.”

Marla’s smile turned sharp. “Yeah, the things were...”

“Hey.” Kendall slipped back into his seat beside her, his expression tight, his energy off. He barely acknowledged them, eyes fixed ahead. Whatever conversation he’d just had, it hadn’t gone his way.

“Well, what happened to you, my dear brother?” Roman’s tone was, as most of the time, mocking.

“Business mogul. Philanthropist.” A guy had stood up in the center of the stage, excusing Kendall out of answering. “And the man whose name is at the top of my checks.”

“Seems like it’s time for your daddy’s speech” 

“Ew don’t call him my daddy.” Roman pretended to gag. 

“Ladies and gentlemen, it is my profound pleasure to introduce to you on this most auspicious occasion…”

Roman let out a loud mocking yawn as the guy kept talking. 

“... the man, the legend: Logan Roy.”

“Wait, was it not supposed to be Kenny?” Roman finally sat down correctly, seemingly interested now.

“Do you care?” 

Roman tilted his head, considering her question. “I mean… not really. But I do love a good family betrayal. It’s like porn for me.”

Marla’s gaze drifted back to the stage, ignoring Roman’s comment as Logan took his place.

The applause was immediate, obedient.

Logan stood tall, his presence swallowing the room whole. Even the clinking of glasses quieted.

“Alright,” he said, tone clipped. “Let’s get on with it.”

A small chuckle rippled through the crowd, the kind that came from people desperate to be in on the joke. 

“Some personal news,” Logan went on, voice steady, measured. “Seems someone took advantage of me being in the hospital… to propose…”

At this point Logan was staring directly at Kendall, clearly taking a jab at him.

“To my daughter.”

A slight pause. A murmur in the crowd.

“So I’d like to take this opportunity to welcome her fiancé, Tom Wambsgans, to the family.” Logan’s eyes found Tom in the crowd, holding him there for a beat too long. “Welcome to the family, Tom.”

Polite applause. The sound of it made Marla’s teeth clench. 

Logan continued, shifting gears without missing a beat and Marla disassociated, moving in her chair to look at Shiv and her husband, who seemed even more uncomfortable than Kendall. “It’s so, so important that children are supported and encouraged.” His voice took on an almost thoughtful lilt. “Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for my children.”

Marla turned her head back at him, just slightly. And that’s when she caught it.

Logan’s eyes, cutting through the crowd, landing directly on her.

It was brief. A flicker. A fraction of a second too long to be accidental.

Then he moved on, as if she were nothing.

Marla’s fingers tightened around her glass.

Roman, watching her, let out a low chuckle. “Wow. That was something.”

Marla’s expression didn’t waver. “Was it?”

“Oh, definitely.” Roman tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “What do you think it meant?”

Marla did not know what Logan’s stare meant. Was it even important? Was it a hello? A ‘fuck you’? Or just some good old-fashioned ‘I see you, and I own you’ Roy-family mind games? 

It didn’t really matter, what was important was how she felt about it. 

And Marla liked it.

She didn’t care if it meant that Logan hated her. All she cared about was the fact that he had noticed. That she was important. 

Marla set down her drink with careful precision. “If you have to ask, you’ll never know.”

Roman let out a soft whistle, amused. “You really haven’t lost your touch.”

She turned, fully toward him now, resting her elbow on the table. “And you? Same old Roman? Still playing fool while the kingdom burns?”

He grinned, unfazed. “What can I say? I know my strengths.”

She studied him for a beat. “And your weaknesses?”

Roman’s smirk faltered—just for a second.

But Marla caught it.

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Chapter 5; Something Sweet

Kendall Roy x Reader

a/n: tell a friend to tell a friend… she’s baaaaack

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Word Count: 3.404k

The week of Christmas is the busiest of your year. You have tons of odd jobs catering around the city, and of course, the Roy residence Christmas day.

Kendall comes by when he can. His days at Waystar are getting busier and busier despite the upcoming holidays. He’s sat on your couch, practically asleep. You peer at him from over your kitchen counter.

“Are you alright?”

“Fucking exhausted.”

Over the last few weeks, you’d gotten to watch as he got more comfortable with you. After your first time staying the night at his place, it turned into a regular thing. If you went over, you’d stay, and if he came, he’d stay- like tonight.

“You’re literally the CEO. Give yourself the week off.” You eye the pot of noodles boiling. You were a baker, sure, but that didn’t mean you were too good cooking.

“I can’t just do that,” he says exasperatedly.

You hesitantly drain the water from the pot. “It’s in the job description, Ken. Do whatever the fuck you want.”

“If I do, that means my workload goes to my brother, and he’s going to fuck it all up. It needs to happen right, Y/N.”

You sigh. “You’re the finance bro.”

“I’m not a- whatever that is. Stop calling me that.” He rolls onto his stomach, pulling one of the sofa cushions over his head. “Can you turn off the lights, please?”

You do. “What’s wrong?”

“Headache,” is all he offers, muffled by the cushion.

“Take at least half a week off.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“Christmas is already too much. And I have to spend it with my father.” He makes a strangled noise.

“Come back with me after I’m done in the afternoon,” you suggest, plating the pasta. “We can spend a quiet night in where you can drool all over my couch all you like.”

He snorts.

“Do you want me to wait for you so we can eat together?”

“What? No, Y/N, eat. Leave me a plate, I’ll be fine.”

“Hmm, okay. I’ll wait.” You lift his legs from the couch and sit, setting them back on top of your lap. The food would get cold, but you didn’t mind. You give the back of his calf a pat.

“This is weird,” Kendall mutters, shifting so that his head is now in your lap rather than his legs. “Better,” he mutters into your thigh.

“I’m being serious about spending Christmas together,” you tell him.

“I can come over after six. I still want to see the kids.” You push your fingers through his hair. He’d almost buzzed it, but thankfully, you’d convinced him otherwise. “What do you want? As gifts, I mean.”

You take a moment to think, playing with his hair. “Nothing comes to mind, really. I’m content.”

“Mm, don’t bullshit me. Everyone wants at least something.”

“Ken, we’re by ourselves. Turn off the CEO.”

“Hard to.” He sighs contentedly, your fingers running down his neck and onto the expanse of his back. “Come on, don’t tell me there isn’t some ridiculously expensive thing I can get you.”

“I can’t ask that of you. Or anyone, really.” You aren’t lying- there’s nothing you’ve been dying for lately. You had your bakery, you had this thing with Kendall. That’s all you’re beginning to think you’ll ever need.

“Y/N, money isn’t a problem for me. Don’t worry about it.” He rolls over so that your fingers drag onto his chest and he’s able to look up at you. “Tell me what you want.”

“I’m being serious, I can’t think of anything,” you insist as he takes the hand sitting on his chest, twining your fingers together and pressing them to his heart. “Just be there. That can be my present.”

“That’s the lamest Christmas gift I’ve ever heard anybody ask for,” he retorts. “What’re you into? Jewelry? Designer? Vintage stuff?”

“Kendall, I’m not budging.”

He presses lazy kisses along your fingers. “Come on. I want to.”

“Well, I can’t help you. There’s nothing I want but for you to knock on my door and then spend the night with me.”

“I can’t just show up empty handed,” he says. “What a horrible guest I’d be, after you’ve been so hospitable.”

“Does it count as hospitality if you’re the one who’s been steals pastry rejects from downstairs?”

He laughs, the sound coming straight from his stomach. It’s the first time he’s been so loose around you. It’s hearty, joyful. You want to hear it again and again. “Don’t sell yourself short.”

“You act like the raccoon that lives in my Dumpster. She’s much cuter than you, you know. Makes up for her being a leech.”

He laughs again. “My competition is a raccoon that eats garbage for a living? I thought men would be fist fighting for you. Or women. I don’t judge.” He plays gently with your fingers. “But I could easily beat a raccoon in hand to hand combat."

“No, the raccoon isn’t vying for my affection, like another certain someone,” you tease. “And even if people were fighting over me, I’d choose you.” You pause. "Why are we talking about fighting raccoons?"

Kendall’s eyes meet yours, and he’s silent for a moment. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

You don’t hesitate.

“’Course I will.”

It’s quiet again, for what feels like a century. He pushes himself up off your lap, takes your chin, and kisses the breath from your lungs.

His hand slides from your chin and up your jaw to allow his fingers to tangle in your hair. He pulls you tighter against him, deepening the kiss, and parting his lips when you do.

He kisses you incessantly, barely letting you breathe. Your hand finds his wrist, the other attempting to find purchase in the soft fabric of his shirt. He presses his lips to yours, over and over, like he’s trying to fuse with you, make you a part of him.

When he pulls away, you suck in a breath of air. “Fuck, baby.” Without hesitating, he’s dotting kisses up your jaw, then down your neck. “I want you so bad,” he murmurs into your skin. “I’ve wanted you so bad. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. So fucking beautiful.”

Before you can say anything, his mouth is back on yours. This time, he’s slow, tender. He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You can feel the slight swell of your lips. You can see it mirrored in Kendall’s, his lips a light rosy color.

“I’ll get you a lipstick or something,” he whispers to you, his thumb tracing over your bottom lip. “This same shade.”

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Christmas Eve. A weird day for you. You were never really close with your family, and you rarely spoke now. It hurt watching others run about with their loved ones. But what could you do?

You’re paranoid going through all of the ingredients set to be brought to you tomorrow. You pore through them, over and over, and check needlessly on some jellies and frostings chilling in the fridge. You’ll have help tomorrow with the baking, of course, but you just had an unshakable fear that someone was going to mess something up- you probably will be doing all of the busy work tomorrow. You can’t take the chance. Kendall’s paranoia is rubbing off on you.

As soon as you think the thought, he’s shouldering open the back door. You must’ve forgotten to lock it. “Hey. You’re still up?”

“You came all the way over here to ask me that?”

He rolls his eyes and catches you by the waist when you try to walk by. You give him a kiss hello and he presses a sweet kiss to your brow. “Yeah, yeah. I drove a whole ten minutes to ask if you’re awake,” he says sarcastically. He presses another kiss to the side of your forehead. “I knew you were still awake. So I came to keep you company.”

You close your eyes, resting your face against his chest. “You okay?” His hand smooths up your spine, gently scratching when he reaches the nape of your neck. “You need to go to sleep.”

“No,” you manage, his touch making you feel ethereal. “No, I have to make sure everything’s ready.”

“You can do that in the morning. You’re going to fall asleep standing up, Y/N.”

“Stay?”

“Brought my bag.”

All the times he’d stayed over before, he’d insisted he took the couch. He was adamant about being ‘gentlemanly’, as he put it, and you’d let him. You were going to take this as slow as he needed it to be.

Tonight, however, you were over it.

When he went to toss his bag onto the couch, you frowned. “You’re sleeping in the bed. With me.” Without hesitating, he reroutes and sinks into your mattress, spreading his limbs out like a starfish. “You want to get kicked out?” you ask, pushing him aside so you can settle into bed.

His arms wind around you, pulling you close. “Your couch is comfy. I wouldn’t mind.” You huff, curling into him regardless. “You sure you won’t stay for dinner? We’re together now. It’s not weird.”

”For me it is. I’d be meeting your ex-wife and both your kids. That’s a little quick, don’t you think?”

“Whatever you say. I’ll bring you leftovers.”

“How sweet,” you say drolly. He kisses your cheek in response.

You’re up bright and early the next morning. Your anxiety is through the roof- you’ve never catered an event of this magnitude. You’d done much larger groups, but Logan Roy? You felt like puking.

You get over yourself as you get ready. Kendall’s tangled up in your sheets, asleep. You don’t want to wake him up yet- his head is buried under his pillow and his chest raises and falls softly. You dig through your closet for clothes suitable for the day. You find a relatively new baking uniform that you pray is lightweight. You’ll be in front of an oven or stove top for the next five hours; it’d be preferable you didn’t melt into a puddle.

Kendall shifts slightly in bed before calling out to you. “Y/N?”

“In the closet,” you reply. He doesn’t answer, but you hear the rustling of sheets. You hurry back out into the bedroom, throwing a half apron over your shoulder. You make sure your phone is charged and that you have everything you need in a bag- the jellies and frostings will be taken over by someone else later.

“Good morning,” Kendall rasps, catching your hand. He’s emerged from under the pillow, his hair disheveled. He presses a quick kiss to your knuckles. “You’ll be great.”

You smile and give him a kiss on the lips. “Get up. You’re driving.”

He wipes a hand over his face. “That was the best sleep of my life,” he mutters before rolling out of bed. He finds his bag, left on the floor from the night before, and pulls out a hoodie to wear in the early morning chill. “Do you really need to go so early?”

“Everything needs to be perfect. Better early than late.”

“You know if something goes wrong, he’s not going to shoot you,” Kendall says, voice muffled by the fabric being tugged over his head. “I’ll eat anything and everything you make and enjoy it. Besides, my dad isn’t a picky man. With his food, anyway.”

“What about the last pastry chef? That incident you mentioned when we first met.”

“He’d chucked a pineapple at my brother. He deserved it, yeah, but it’s about decorum,” he says faux-seriously. He hooks an arm around your neck, blinking the sleep from his eyes as he walks with you to the door.

You try to regulate your breathing on the drive over. You’re successful- nothing will go wrong. Nothing can go wrong. You’re sure of it. After you convince yourself of it, anyway. Kendall holds your hand over the center console, gently stroking the back of your hand with his thumb.

“You stress too much,” he says softly.

“Wasn’t I just saying that to you, the other day?”

“Tch, shut up. We’re talking about you, not me.” He pulls in near the townhouse. “I get hungry just looking at your display case. Shiv inhales your stuff whenever I bring it to the office. You’ll kill it, Y/N, I promise.”

You kiss each other one last time, and then you’re on your own.

You’re granted access into the townhouse, and the kitchen, quite easily. You take a breath, steeling yourself, and tie your apron.

Marcia had obliged you when you said you’d need a little help. She hadn’t provided you with one or two people, like you’d been expecting, but a small battalion. You didn’t really know what you were going to do with half of these people. Maybe you’ll just let some of them go home.

Nobody’s really doing anything, but that’s good. You think you’ll blow a gasket if even a sprinkle goes out of line today. You quietly inventory what you have- people, pots, pans, ingredients, tools. This shouldn’t prove to be that difficult.

You gather the obscene amount of people and quickly explain what you intend on doing today, Things that need to chill get made first. Delay the better-served-hot desserts as much as physically possible. Keep the whipped cream and frosting in the fridge- better yet, nobody touch either of those. I’ll decorate everything myself. You can all go home once everything is in the oven.

The beginning is all just busywork. Make the batter, put the batter in a buttered pan, stick it in the oven, repeat. Half work on fillings and creams, the other half on batters and doughs. Although you tend to dislike having people in your employment, this reminds you of your days in pastry school. You ran things with an iron fist back then- you still do. That’s why every team you begrudgingly head runs like a well oiled machine.

Things are going in and out of the ovens. Whisks click against metal bowls, feet patter about the kitchen. From what you can tell, you’re well on schedule. Toppings are beginning to be made, and it’s getting closer to time to start on the warm sweets.

You take a moment to stand and observe, making sure everybody is on track. You do, however, catch someone peeping into the kitchen. You catch his eye, and step out before he can step in.

“Can I help you?” you ask cooly.

He puts his hands up in surrender. “I’m just watching.” His dark hair is slicked back, a slight stubble lining his face. The bags under his eyes are deep- they remind you of Kendall.

“As long as that’s all you’re doing.” You turn your attention away from him as the last of the pans get out the oven. “Okay, everyone, you’re free to go. Enjoy your holidays, feel free to take home extras,” you say blandly, itching to get to work.

You glance at the clock- two hours before you’re to be done. You don’t really have that much heavy lifting to do. Decorate the larger cakes, frost the batches of cupcakes, and garnish everything that needs to be garnished. You think you can finish with time to spare.

As you’re swirling buttercream onto a red velvet cake, the man from before appears at your elbow. You throw him a warning look before getting back to the cupcakes. Once frosted, you sprinkle crushed bits of red velvet cake onto the buttercream.

“If you’re going to hover, stick those in the fridge, would you?”

Taken by surprise, he snaps out of his stupor and carefully carries the tray and obliges.

“Sorry. I’m just curious.”

“About?” You don’t look away from what you’re doing.

“Uh, lots of things. For one, the fact that you’re doing this all by yourself.”

“I like it better that way.”

“You’re Kendall’s girl, right?”

“What do you mean? He got me this job, yeah.”

“That’s not- okay, whatever.” He flocks back to your side, staring as you quickly frost perfect flowers onto a chocolate cake. “That’s… crazy.”

“Poetic.”

“I’m trying to be nice,” he mutters. “Sorry. I’m Roman. Kendall’s brother. I got sick of sitting in the living room with the old geezer, so I ended up here.”

You outright laugh at the reference to his father. “It’s nice to meet you, really, but I’m kind of on a time crunch.”

He says nothing. You glance back at him, feeling kind of bad. “There’s a bunch of cupcakes I’m not going to put out on a tray on top of the fridge. If you want one,” you amend.

“I see why he likes you. You’re kind of the same person.”

You snort. “I feel like we’re hardly alike.” You sigh and glance around, inspecting your work. Roman helps himself to the treats you’d pointed out.

“When you’re both working, you’re kind of assholes. When you’re not…”

“You don’t know me to be able say that.”

“I know how to read people,” is all he says back. You roll your eyes, wiping your hands on the towelette you’d stuck into your waistband. “These are rejects? Jesus, you’re fucking good.” He wipes away a vanilla crumb from his lip.

“Tell me how the real stuff is.” You sigh exasperatedly. “Well, I’m done here. Nice meeting you…?” You cringe, having already forgotten his name.

“Roman.”

“Roman. Sorry.”

He holds up another cupcake in mock salute. “Drive safe.”

જ⁀➴

You take the fattest nap of your life back at home, waking up just in time to get ready for Kendall. Not exactly get ready, but just move from your bed to the couch. You can’t be bothered to put any work into your appearance at the moment.

Kendall had promised to come by at six, and it was currently six thirty. You think nothing of it.

Until it’s seven and a weak knock sounds at your door. Kendall stands on the other side, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand and something hidden behind his back. His eyes are slightly red, the bags under his eyes matching Roman’s.

“I’m really sorry I’m late,” he tells you, voice cracking. “Ran into some… issues.”

“You’re here now.” You smooth your thumb over one of the dark patches under his eyes. “What happened?” You step aside, letting him in. He carefully sets the flowers on your kitchen counter, keeping whatever it is he’s holding behind his back.

“Dad was… fucking insane. I’m used to his berating bullshit, but today was… so much worse.” He turns to face you. “Never mind that. I have something for you.”

“Kendall, I told you you didn’t need to bring anything.”

“I did anyway. It’s nothing huge. It’s kind of stupid, actually,” he admits, face flushing. “Close your eyes?”

You do. After a moment, you feel a cool touch of metal to your neck. He fumbles with something, his hand brushing the back of your neck. Keeping your eyes closed, you bring your fingers to your neck and feel a chain.

“Cheater,” he mutters affectionately. “You can open, anyway.” You lift up the chain and inspect the charms.

Both your initials, dangling next to each other.

“Kendall!”

“I know, it’s kind of cheesy, and honestly probably too fast-”

“No, I love it! It’s so beautiful,” you say truthfully. Your heart swells.

“I, uh, got one to match.” He pulls a thinner chain with much smaller charms from under his shirt. You throw you arms around him, and he immediately hoists you up and gives you a small spin.

“My gift makes me look like a cheap asshole now,” you tell him after giving him a long kiss.

“You got me something?”

“Of course I did.” You quickly grab the small gift bag from its hiding place and come back to him. “It’s definitely not the sort of quality that you’re used to, which is why this is probably such a horrible gift. But you were complaining about how your tie clips are always breaking, and you didn’t like the shape of your cuff links because they scratched up your skin…” You press the bag into his hands.

“Oh, Y/N…” He takes out the two small velvet boxes. A pristine new tie clip and pair of cuff links- round, so they wouldn’t catch on his skin. “You’re perfect.”

[leviathanspain]

I saw you did white mustang for Tom can you do black beauty with Kendall my number one depressed boy 😭 where reader tries to comfort him ☹️

black beauty

kendall roy x reader

synopsis: a rough night after work leaves you to pick up the pieces of his number one boy

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kendall was the love of your life.

sure he was this tortured, ex-addict, corporate executive with a divorce and two children under his belt, not to mention the crazy pressure his own father puts on him.

but you loved him more than words could ever say.

“hey!” you yelled your greeting as you tried to zip through the crowd of other new yorkers, all moving to their own complicated lives.

“hey..” just by his greeting you knew something was wrong. “where are you?”his voice sounded a little strained, and you ignored his question.

“what’s wrong, ken?” you knew him better than anyone. you knew his cues and tones like the back of your hand, you knrw when something was wrong.

he didn’t say anything for a moment. he stayed silent, perhaps hoping you’d be like the rest of his family, and turn a blind eye.

“i-“ his voice broke and you didn’t need to hear more. “i’m coming to you. send a pin, location, whatever, ken.” you hung up the phone quickly and tightly gripped your bags, hustling through the crowd off to kendall.

you fought tears the entire ride home. after a few minutes, he had sent his pin and location, which was at your apartment. you knew that whatever it was, had to do with his father.

lately, since shiv’s wedding, kendall came back different. he wouldn’t tell you, he actually preached that he couldn’t, no matter how much he wanted to. he told you everything, because you weren’t in that world, you didn’t know how bad of a person he actually was.

you pushed your apartment door open, letting the doorknob smack against the wall as you walked inside.

“ken?” you called his name, quickly scanning the living room. you searched the rest of it, “kendall?” you pushed your bedroom door open, and found him sitting on the edge of the bed.

you had been there for him during the highs and during the lows. but by the looks of it, this was a dangerous low.

you got on your knees, crawling to his side. his head was down, eyes squeezed shut tightly. there was defeat present in his shoulders. you put a hand on his thigh, and kendall sighed heavily, “i- dad told me to scrap vaulter.” he opened his eyes, finding yours quickly.

you stared into his with so much love that he couldn’t understand why. he sighed, almost as if he wanted to sob br you cooed softly, “it’s okay, ken.”

you moved to sit next to him, grabbing his arm in yours, and leaning your head on his shoulder, “do what you must.” you offered your best advice, not really well-versed on corporate speech. kendall taught you what he could, when he wasn’t getting shit on by his family.

you spend as little time as you can away from them, they were like a spider’s web, and you were just an innocent fly. only when kendall requested you to be by his side, that you went. but shiv’s wedding was something you stayed away from. you knew what they were capable of, they tore down kendall whenever one of them felt like it, and it broke your heart everytime.

“everything i’ve ever done has been for waystar. it’s been for him.” he gritted. you could feel the anger he had towards his father. but kendall wanted nothing more than to make him proud.

he had told you of the little nickname that logan gave him.

his number one boy…

you thought it was sick. he clearly pit all his children against each other, like dangling a carrot in their faces. kendall couldn’t see it, it was all he’s ever known.

“ken- listen to me,” he turned, all ears. “you’ve got to leave waystar.” you realized how your words sounded and you tried to save them, “we can travel the world, you can finally be free-“

“no-“ kendall stood up, shaking his head and you stayed seated, trying to diffuse whatever bomb you accidentally set off.

you nodded, “okay. don’t leave, hmm?” kendall nodded, and calmed down slightly. you opened your arms for him, and kendall, who had shoved away affection for his work, now found himself hugging you, clutching you as if you’d disappear in his arms.

“i love you.” kendall whispered into the darkness. you had retired to bed, with kendall as your little spoon. the lights had been turned off and it had only been the sound of your breaths.

you hummed, kissing his cheek, “i love you more, kenny.”

kendall laughed, “god i haven’t heard that name in a while.” he seemed at peace, in the arms of the woman he loved, even if his professional life was in shambles.

“that’s because you’re never home.” you teased him, yet it felt like more than that.

“i’m sorry.” kendall whispered, “i’ll be better.”

a hand raked the side of his head, brushing his hair down, you knew you hurt him a little with that. but sometimes, all he needed to hear was the truth.

“goodnight, kendall.” you kissed him, relaxing your head on the pillow, hands tightening around his waist.

if he responded, you didn’t know because your eyes were shut the moment your head hit the pillow.