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bowieandqueen11 · 2 years ago

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What Is Mine / Shiv Roy Imagine

Request: hiii! i don’t know if you write for shiv but if you do could you please do jealous shiv? love your writing 🫶🏼

I literally need to write about Shiv at her mom’s wedding because she looked so good in those episodes my ass is shaking omg

If you enjoy, please let me know! I’m so anxious about writing things like this, and the kind comments really do make the world of difference :)

Warning: mentions of smoking, strong language and NSFW! This is for 18+ peeps only please!

(I do not own Succesion or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @alicentsargent.)

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'Do you remember the first time we met?’

A chill shudders over your shoulders at her words, a colder thrill than the Tuscan’s drooping sunset could ever bring passing through your body. Shiv’s watching you from the cushioned rattan sofa, her smouldering eyes blazing from behind the glow of her lit cigarette. She takes another drag, slowly, surely, before asking you the question again. ‘Do you?’

‘Of course I do’, you answer, self assured. The edge of Shiv’s lips tilt up in a portentous half-smirk, discerning the slight tremble behind your words. She knows she’s winning, watching you pluck the cigarette from her fingers and place it into your own mouth without breaking your eye contact. ‘It was at one of your father’s faux fundraiser events, and you had nearly stomped on me with your heels to get up on that stage and talk solely about your own endeavours. What a night.’

‘Do you also remember what I said to you that night, after I picked your jaw up of the floor?’

‘Was that when you were talking, or when you were screaming?’, you reply with a self-assured shrug.

‘Oh...cute.�� She grabs onto your hand, and if she can feel the way your fingers tremble as she brings them closer and closer to her lips, she doesn’t let on. Instead, she’s very calculated in her movements; she lets her pointer finger drag heavily down the back of your knuckle, making sure that her perfectly manicured nail scratches pleasantly against your skin. Therefore, when she brings the cigarette back to her mouth, the simultaneous feel of her tongue dragging over the same spot is enough to elicit a shudder that has you clenching your legs together. She finishes with a final wipe of her inner lips against the tip of your middle finger, before finally placing the filtered end between her teeth.

‘It was somewhere between you trying to weasel your way into my private conversations to pilfer my contact list’, she says with an incredulous shake of her head, ‘and you pleading for me in that quaint little coat room while I had you pinned to the wall.’

She lets you go, and you do your best to hide the wild hammering of your heart against the confines of your ribcage by reaching down onto the floor and taking a sip from the champagne flute that had long been abandoned. Caroline had handed it to you, grabbing one for each of you on her way past a waiter and back down to the first floor of the bar. ‘You’re going to need it with her’, she had whispered with a closed mouth into the side of your ear, before giggling and waving you off ostentatiously. Turns out, she hadn’t been wrong.

‘Anything... more specific? I have no idea what you’re talking about’, you say, an outright lie. You’re doing your best not to pant at the memory, but your hand fists the cushion you’re sitting on even despite your best efforts to control your muscles.

‘Oh, I’m sure.’ She grinds her bottom teeth, and leans back against the cool stone, her stature solid and impenetrable. ‘I told you, I don’t let go of what is mine.’

Her eyes narrowed at you, watching the every micro expression that flitted across your anxious face like a cobra waiting to strike, to swallow its prey whole without another noise disturbing the night.

‘I don’t appreciate my fucking calls not being returned, Y/n. And then I have to turn on the news, and see you fucking - tongue tap dancing with Kendall on every god damn channel?’

‘Hey, you never said we were exclusive’, you remind her, deciding to meet her unwavering gaze head on. Your response makes the muscle in her jaw twitch, as if she had been smacked clean across it, and yet she has no fire, no ammunition with which she can return the assault. You’ve managed to past her first defensive.

‘I told you’, you warned, shaking your pointer finger at her and hitching your breath at the way she frowned as loose ashes brushed over the bare skin of her thigh, left by the slow ride up of her dress. ‘I warned you, if you allow feelings to become entangled in this - in us - things were always going to get messy. I didn’t fall in love with you.’ You stop to take another languid drag, relishing in the fury that flashed across her piercing eyes. The way her legs were starting to listlessly move across her cushion, fingers tapping harshly against the granite stone her elbow had been leaning on. The scratches were beginning to chip into the structure, but she couldn’t care less. As she carefully placed her leg up, crossing her ankle across her other leg and making her dress ride fully up until they were nearly straddling her panty line, she was intent on making you more entranced than entrancing.

You flit your eyes back up from where you were obviously caught staring at the seams of that tight dress... so goddamn tight it takes all your self-control to instead smother the want flexing in the pit of your stomach, to instead shove the butt of the cigarette out by the waning candle. ‘I didn’t fall in love, first’, you finally mutter out, correcting yourself. ‘You did.’

‘Bullshit.’ Her reply is curt. Harsh. Cutting. But she has you. She knows she has you, and she makes no mistakes as she widens her legs just that little further and stretches her arms back on the seat behind her. Your breath hitches at the sight as her dress finally curls up to rest against her hips, the fabric stretching along with her movements until you can see the soft flesh of her inner thigh. She smirks over at you, before nonchalantly picking up her phone and glancing her eyes over the home screen as if she has no idea what game she’s playing.

‘You really can’t help it, can you?’, she finally states after a moment of intense silence. She glances back up at you, and the desire that hardened like slate in those soul-piercing pupils as they widened was enough to ensure your blissed destruction. ‘You can’t help but come begging like a fucking dog anytime a Roy calls you, you’re that hungry for the attention. Is that what you are? My fucking pet?’

She feels the edges of your fingertips brush over the top of her knee almost imperfectibly, like a brave little rabbit placing its paw in the hunter’s beartrap.

Gotcha.

Before you can pull away, she pounces, and sinks her teeth straight into the pulse point on your neck. She hooks your chin between her two pointer fingers, and makes you look straight into her wild eyes. ‘You want to kiss me right now, don’t you?’ Go on, lie to me. Lie to my face, I fucking dare you.’

You can’t help but stare at the way her mouth purses together as she sounds out vowels, at the way her bottom lip seems to plump out when she clicks out her y’s. It’s bewitching, and you can’t help but lose all pretences and just nod away, moving her hand along with your head. ‘Yes’, you manage to whisper out in a shaky breath. ‘God yes, I do.’

She had your tongue swirling around your mouth before you could even take another breath. You gasp into her open mouth as her top teeth clash against your own, and her tongue tickles a sensitive spot against the roof of your mouth. Without even breaking the hold she has on your chin, she’s clambering over you like a lion pawing its way between your warm flesh, until your head hits the hollow button of the cushion.

You reach a hand up tentatively, dancing your fingers along the right strap of her dress, enjoying the way her mouth breaks away from you at the feel. She needs the air to gasp, throwing her head back and closing her eyes in bliss and your hand wanders down to trail over her neck, before gingerly squeezing the top of her breast through the thin material. She’s so plump, and silky as you try to dip your fingers down the cup, but she’s quick to grab onto it. She needs the control, and so she pins your hand up by the side of your head, before leaning her stomach down until its pressing firmly onto your torso. The weight is bliss, but the way your goose bumps alight with sparks of electricity as her mouth instead decides to suck right under the shell of your ear is heavenly. The warm feel of her breath panting in quick darts against your neck is just an added bonus.

What Shiv had forgotten, though, was that you still had one hand free. She nearly gasps into the bottom of your jaw, her whole body jolting forward and sending a shudder of desire coursing down to the pit of your stomach as you reach a hand round to cup the firm flesh at the bottom of her buttocks. You squeeze, and the way her lips shudder open is almost sinful. She’s so tantalisingly beautiful, that while she’s trying to regain her composure you can’t help but run your hand over the thick curve of her backside, making her bite her bottom lip until it nearly bleeds as your fingers begin to curve one by one under the material. As they round the edges, you use your pointer finger to teasingly run over the fine cotton of her underwear, making her press her groin more harshly down against your own, and slipping your hand only all the more further into her dress.

‘Gosh, looks like I’m interrupting something! I thought this was supposed to be my bachelorette party!’

You nearly throw Shiv off you, doing your best to stand up and look presentable as the shadowy outline of Caroline steps out onto the balcony and comes more into view. Shiv looks almost distraught, more disgusted at her mother as he frowns and conscientiously clambers back up to a prim stand. Caroline just wraps her shawl tighter around her shoulders, a knowing grin on her face as she looks over between her daughter, and then back at you. She can’t decide who she’s more willing to rip apart first.

‘But then, you always did want what everyone else had, didn’t you darling? I’ll take the strawberry ice cream and a brand new ‘Mercedes’ too!’, she snickers out, raising her hand to hide her growing smile. Shiv just sighs and rolls her eyes, fumbling the bottom of her dress until it rested comfortably down the middle of her legs again.

‘Did you want something, mom, or were you running out of people inside to peck the eyes out of?’

‘Ooh, don’t get smart with me now missy’, Caroline wags her finger, but she’s obviously enjoying having someone to spar with again. You just clench your eyes shut and pray this nightmare will finally end. Thankfully, someone hears your prayers.

‘The driver’s just called to say the cars are pulling round now, so I’m heading back to the villa. Young Willa has been ever so kind agreeing to ride and have a chat with me. I’m just dying to hear about how Connor’s campaign is going’, Caroline finishes with a snicker, before turning around and beginning to head back to the bustle. ‘Don’t be too long now! If people wonder where you’ve gone, I’ve only got one or two good excuses up my sleeve. I’ve already used the ‘she chose her father’ one too many times.’

‘Yeah - thanks, mom’, Shiv waves her off, before placing her hands on her hips and turning to face you. She pouts, looking up at the silvery pockets of stars and clenching her phone in her hand.

‘I suppose’, she starts with a drawl, sticking out her thumb into the dim lit-street that lies below, ‘that we can... finish this discussion back in the car.’

You nod curtly, doing your best to smooth out the collar of your shirt before Caroline made any more shrewd comments. Shiv bites her bottom lip, popping it out with a wet catch of her teeth, before smiling over her shoulder at you. She walked out towards the doorway, thanking a server who stepped back to let her through. She was pretending she didn’t want to look back, knowing that the way she was swaying her hips back and forth with each click of her heel was enough to make you come sprinting down the spiral staircase after her.

It wasn’t long before the other passenger side door of the limousine flew open, and the partition with the driver’s side went flying up. It was a little longer, however, before your car arrived back at the villa, with Shiv deciding that a few more loops around the back alleys of Tuscany couldn’t hurt anybody, now could it?