#stewy hosseini smut

[chaithetics]

Can you please do something like youngest Roy is secretly dating Stewy and he sees Lucas Mattson hitting on her. And he gets jealous and wants to go public with their relationship thank you!!!!

Jealous Disclosures

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f (Roy) Reader

Word count: 4.6K

Author's note: Thank you so much for this request Nonnie! I'm sorry for the delay in getting it out to you! It's been busy and I take a bit longer with jealousy/find it harder to write. I really hope you enjoy this, please do let me know! Also, this is obviously not proofread lol. I hope you all enjoy it and would love feedback :)

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, established/secret relationship, some smut, jealous Stewy, icky Lukas Matsson, and douchey, douchey Roman! (Sorry about that).

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It was Kendall’s 40th birthday party. You knew that this event was going to be something else, Kendall Roy always went above and beyond for a party, especially when he was in these kinds of states. Your more timid nature in comparison to your siblings' abrasive one meant that you naturally weren’t the biggest fan of big events but you could and would be able to suck that up for a night for your older brother. 

You and Connor were the only ones of your siblings to have been officially invited. It was especially tense amongst Roy siblings at the moment, which was saying a lot because frankly, when wasn’t it? Fortunately not being involved at Waystar meant that you didn’t have to bite the bullet and deal with the tension like the middle three Roy children did. But you certainly still felt its effects. 

You were in a corner chatting away with Rava, you’d gladly clutched to her company as soon as she had arrived despite the fact that she initially wasn’t intending to stay for long. She was the nicest and most genuine of any of the partners that the Roys had ever brought back to the family. Well other than Willa you quickly thought, you liked Willa and had from the get-go, she was down to earth and easy to get along with. She also made an impressively good balance to the often well-intending but very chaotic nature of your eldest sibling. 

“Wow wee, Little Bo Peep!” A voice blurted, grabbing your attention and forcing you to turn. You found that Roman had awkwardly jumped onto the seat next to you with a poor landing that he brushed off as he completely ignored Rava, solely focusing his attention on you. 

“Wait what? Is that a nickname? What kind of nickname is that? And  Rava was talking-” 

“The kind that losers like you get.” He instantly quipped back. 

“How charming.” You sighed as you took a sip of your drink. 

“You didn’t bring a date?” Roman questioned. 

“Rava and I were having a conversation, Ro.” Roman just looked at you blankly. “Remember Rava? Kendall’s wife for over a decade, the mother of your niece and neph-” 

“Hey Rava,” Roman says turning to face her for a brief second before turning his attention back to you, Rava just scoffs, already exposed and more than used to these antics. “So, did you bring a date?” 

“No, did you?” 

“Not tonight didn’t really feel like it.” He says dryly and then looks back up at you. 

“Fair enough.” You respond. Anxiously waiting. 

There’s bound to be more. There’s always a biting and inappropriate comment seconds away from leaving Roman’s mouth. 

“But so, are you like seeing anyone?” 

“What the fuck Roman?!” You spoke and Rava had an expression of disbelief over the audacity of Roy men but not in shock, she was well acquainted with it. 

“Well, I’m not asking because I’m interested. Because trust me, I’m not.” He says with that proud, troublemaking smirk. 

“Oh, my god.” You sigh, rolling your eyes at him. 

“Perfect! I’ll take that as a no!” Roman practically leapt out of his chair in the most chaotic way possible. He pinched your arm once he was out of his chair as he grabbed your arm to pull you along. 

“Ow!” 

“Come on, I barely touched you. I want you to meet someone.” Roman said as he held your arm in his grip leaving to navigate the crowd. “You have treehouse access right?” 

“I was talking to Rava, Rome!” You said trying to squirm your way out of his grip. 

“She’ll still be there and if not, you can get brunch and get drunk off mimosas and cry over those really mean but rich Roy men.” He teased as he said the last half of that sentence in a mock crying voice. 

“Jesus, Rome!” You sighed. “Who are you introducing me to?” 

“Lukas Matsson.” 

“Wait what?” You halted in your tracks making Roman stop his walk, he turned to face you looking irritated that you’d delayed his plans. You weren’t too familiar with the name but you recognised it, certain that Kendall had mentioned it earlier in the week. 

“Kendall won’t give me fucking  treehouse access!” Roman practically shouted, loud enough to be heard over the party, and then his voice quietened down to a more reasonable volume. “And Matsson’s like a weird, bored giant apparently so I’m introducing you two. I don’t know, maybe money once removed from the family business is new money’s type?” 

“Before we even get into what you just said, did you only come to Kendall’s party because of that guy?” You sighed and asked looking at Roman. He scoffed and looked down for a moment, kicking at nothing.

“It’s in our name isn’t it?” He looked back up, with a smirk on his face.

“Oh my god Rome.” 

“What, come on. You’re my little sister, not my mom so maybe quit that tone, yeah? And maybe Matsson will be a philanthropist and you can get off your moral high horse and you two can fuck it out and I’ll be namedropped in your wedding speeches. Doesn’t sound too shabby for a Roy does it?” Rome quipped, in his cartoony, douche voice, signalling that talking to him was a losing battle. “Just get me in, maintain a conversation for a couple of minutes and I won’t tell everyone about that summer with mom.” 

“You’re such a tool.” You huffed out and started walking towards the treehouse.  

“You adore me.” Roman teased as he held your arm less tightly than before as you made your way over. 

“So, as the adored older brother you are, you’re trying to pimp me out for a business deal?” 

Roman just laughed at that and didn’t answer. But that verbal silence minus the laugh was more than enough of an answer. You entered the treehouse with surprisingly little fuss. You looked around and raised an eye at Roman.

“The Swedish giant over there. Come on, get that award-winning therapist smile out. If you diagnose him with something in five minutes, I might say happy birthday to Ken-doll.” 

“You’re literally the biggest jerk of my brothers right now, you know that right? And I have three, so that kind of says a lot.” You said quietly, as Roman and you made your way over to the tall blonde man that looked bored out of his brains. “Full disclosure, I’m telling Ken about this.” 

“Ugh, you’re such a bitch. Do you really need to be a narc?” Roman said as you both continued to walk over. 

You rolled your eyes at your brother, as you got closer you were able to fully see the tall blond man. Personally, you thought it was almost rude, the way he was sitting and playing some crappy game on his phone, looking the most bored you’d ever seen someone. He was like a child dragged along on errands with their parent but wanting to be anywhere but there. Roman started the conversation with him, he said your name as a means of introduction and the Swede visibly perked up slightly. 

“The youngest Roy finally comes out to play!” Lukas said with the look of an overexcited child. 

“I suppose so.” You pause for a second. “It’s nice to meet you, Lukas.” 

“Romey, I think you should get your sister a drink, she looks thirsty…” 

You shudder at that, he hadn’t given you good vibes and this was uncomfortable, you looked at Roman to beg him not to leave you alone with Matsson but he completely ignored you and went off. 

“So you’re not in the family business essentially at all, right?” Lukas asked as he quirked his brow as he looked you up and down. 

“Nope, my involvement is pretty non-existent.” You paused for a moment watching him. Rome would owe you big time for whatever the fuck this is you thought. You hated it. “But based on my brother’s eagerness over you, I’m assuming that you’re looking at an in?”  

“To the business or the family?” He has a large smirk on his face as if he’s said the wittiest thing ever. Lukas leans forward in his chair watching you intently. 

“I was meaning business but I guess there’s not much separation in family or business matters there.” Lukas raises an eyebrow briefly at that, he’s not surprised at that observation but he is a little taken aback at your air of candour. 

But that’s how you are with everyone. You tell yourself that if Roman didn’t want you to say such things, he wouldn’t have left you alone, he knows you. He was practically asking for it by bringing you into this awkward mess of an interaction. 

“The business potentially, I suppose the family is a bit more complicated…” He teases. 

“Buy into Waystar, you’re in the Roy’s den somewhere.” You respond somewhat cynically and absentmindedly as you look away trying to find Roman or well any familiar face. 

“Well, Miss Roy-” The way he says it makes you shudder and you immediately correct him. 

“Dr. Roy.” His eyebrows raise again, he looks borderline amused and laughs a little. He has the nature of a spoiled child in a tall, 40-something-year-old’s body you think. 

“Dr. Roy. Sorry, you’re not quite what I was expecting.” 

“Why, did you meet my sister first? Then Rome?” You quip back with a dry chuckle. 

It wasn’t the first time and you knew it wouldn’t be the last time that somebody had said something to that effect, often because of what they’d assumed based on either their interactions with your family members or the general reputation of your family. 

“I haven’t met her yet. But no, you’re just different- which I’d heard of course, but still. It’s different seeing different in the flesh you know?” “I guess so.” “Not a bad thing though.”

“Well thanks, I really needed that ego boost.” You sigh. 

He licks his lips and leans even closer, “Did you maybe want to head out? I’d love to pick your delightful brain amongst other things-” 

“How the fuck did Ken get you here Matsson?” Stewy’s voice cuts in, more serious than usual. 

Lukas doesn’t seem to notice and they must be acquainted you think, it doesn’t surprise you though. If Ken knows him, Stewy’s bound to, and regardless of Ken, Stewy magically knows everyone. You look up at Stewy, feeling slightly more relaxed as he stands near your chair. He doesn’t look at you, not even for a second which is unusual for him, even at public events. There’s always some acknowledgement in his eyes at the very bare minimum. 

You knew that Stewy was coming tonight but you didn’t expect to see him so soon. Like every event you both attended, your entrances and exits were perfectly timed. Coordinated flawless, unsuspicious executions. You’d come 3 hours earlier than Stewy to this and you’d leave with at least an hour gap between you both. That had been the plan but you didn’t think it had quite been the 3 hours yet, just over 2 hours you thought. It made more sense optics-wise for you to be here longer and Stewy to just pop through.  

“Oh, Hosseini- what a sight for bored eyes you are man,” Matsson says as Roman appears.

“There, slurp up.” Roman’s eyes hesitantly shift to Stewy as he hands you the mysterious alcoholic drink for your ‘thirst’. 

“I’m not drinking that.” You quickly respond, giving the drink back to Roman and he rolls his eyes, nonchalantly taking a generous sip from the glass as if to prove a point. 

“Shouldn’t you be in a bathroom with Kendall somewhere?” Roman directs at Stewy. 

“No, unfortunately, we’re waiting. They’re all occupied.” His eyes meet Roman’s but before they do he finally makes eye contact with you, his gaze is firm and he doesn’t look impressed. 

The whole energy of this interaction is making you severely uncomfortable. You’d seen and heard of Stewy giving others non-impressed glances and quips but you’d never seen him make eye contact with you before with an expression like that. That paired with Roman and Matsson playing some weird business game of chicken at Kendall’s birthday was not how you wanted to spend the night. You wished you were still talking to Rava or chatting to Willa wherever she and Connor were. Or that you were home. That was the ideal situation here. There’s a tense air between everyone and despite it being earlier than being agreed upon, you’re ready to head off now. You’d already talked to Ken and given him a present, seeing him and showing face for a bit for his sake was the priority of the evening.

“I need to go-” You start to say before you’re cut off. 

“Don’t abandon us, Dr Roy!” Lukas exclaims playfully like a spoilt child. 

“Sorry but I need to hit the powder room, I’m on my period.” You lie in a manner as if you’re just bluntly stating a fact as you stand up. Stewy chuckles softly, it's the softest you’ve seen his eyes look all night, well for all of the duration of your awkward interaction with Matsson. While Stewy sees through the lie and you’re sure that Roman does as well, the false candour, unfortunately, intrigues Lukas more. 

“Regular? Super? Wait, just bring me back your tampon please?” Roman asks looking up at you. 

“I don’t use tampons.” You sigh as you start to walk off. Immediately regretting your genuine candour this time. 

“Right, sorry.” Roman then looks at Lukas and Stewy. “Well you’ve seen my mum’s vagina tonight but here’s a secret about my sister’s, it’s that tight she can’t use tampons.” 

You glare at Roman who looks absolutely chuffed with himself, he starts to giggle like the child he still is inside and you roll your eyes. Stewy looks at you with a very tight lip smile, struggling not to laugh, even with jealousy coursing through his veins. 

“Maybe stop talking about your family’s vaginas Rome?” Stewy raises an eyebrow at Rome. 

“I don’t know how I always forget about your condition, always snapping dicks. Serial pad user this one.” Rome says to you, directing it at Matsson and completely ignoring Stewy. 

“I don’t have vaginismus which is a very real and not a birthday tech/finance bro over drinks discussion, so stop implying that please and go back to your weird networking.” You say as you walk off, not looking back at the trio of the men. 

“Moderna vagina dentata!” Roman calls out after you. 

“She’s like a diplomatic firecracker right?!” Lukas laughs looking at Roman who smirks and shrugs. 

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You finish washing your hands and unlock the door, getting ready to leave. You’ve gone toilet and you know Roman will be busy sucking up to Matsson and you can make a quick, silent, unnoticed exit. You’ve stepped out and are leaving the bathroom but as soon as you do you feel hands immediately pounce on you, it’s a blur at first and you initially flinch but quickly see it’s Stewy. 

“Get in.” He says as he holds your hips firmly, guiding you back into the bathroom. 

Stewy’s hands leave your body for a moment as he locks the door behind him once you’re both in but they quickly return to where they previously were. 

“Somebody might’ve seen-”

“I don’t fucking care.” He says as he presses his lips against your neck, pinning you to the wall. “Everyone can know baby.” You scoff slightly at that. 

“Well, that’s interesting and surprising, considering you wouldn’t look at me two minutes ago.” He stops kissing your neck and sighs, he tilts his head against your shoulder. “What was going on Stewy? We’re always amicable in public…” You gently probe. 

He nods as his head is still pressed against your shoulder, he sighs again and tilts his head. You can feel his breath on your collarbone and his fastidiously trimmed beard brushes against you, it’s a brief little burn. In another moment it would probably feel more ticklish than it does right now, you’d probably giggle at it like you have in the past. 

“What if we weren’t?” Stewy implores. You pause for a moment, deciphering his meaning. 

“And be what…hostile?” You question somewhat incredulously. 

A change in the method of the public side of your relationship now would surely draw more attention, it certainly would raise eyebrows and questions from those closest and it would become ridiculously complicated. Even with you not being involved at Waystar. 

“No, no. Just open. No more running around, hiding, game of fucking cat and mouse. We don’t even need to say anything, we can just do it. It’s so simple.” He’s moved his handsome head so he’s now looking at you with those wide brown orbs. You exhale slightly and move your hands so that they’re now combing through his hair. It’s handsomely styled but you like it when it has less product and his natural curls are freer. 

“What’s prompting this?”

“And that’s relevant?” 

“I’m just surprised, can you please talk to me?” You ask softly, pleading with him as you continue to gently run your hands through his hair. His hand is rubbing a burning circle on your waist. His eyes are wide and there’s something there that you don’t think you’ve seen before, he almost seems manic. 

“I didn’t like that discussion out there baby.” He says, his tone becoming a bit more serious. 

“This might come as a surprise to you honey but I also am not a fan of when Rome talks about Shiv’s and I’s reproductive systems.” You reply, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. 

“No, I-I didn’t like that but I was meaning with Matsson.” 

“Oh, he’s a creep.” You immediately respond. 

“You’re telling me.” He kisses your lips softly but quickly deepens it, his hands firmly grip onto your hips. You lightly tug on his hair as you moan into his mouth. “He was eye-fucking you like his goonie life depended on it.” 

You chuckle at how he describes it but his face is serious, similar to how it was when he came over during that awful interaction. You don’t know why it took you so long to pinpoint it, it’s jealousy. Stewy Hosseini was jealous. 

Stewy Hosseini was jealous of that interaction, even though you’d both immediately agreed Lukas Matsson was a creep. You kiss him softly and move one of your hands to his shoulder. He eagerly returns the kiss back, filled with hunger. 

“Stewy?” You ask quietly. 

“Yes?” 

“Are you jealous…?” 

His brow noticeably furrows at that question, it’s quite a sight. His hair was now tousled and curlier from your tugging and raking through them, his eyes wide with lust and the aforementioned jealousy and his lips kiss-swollen. He was painfully handsome and you wished that you two weren’t in a bathroom at a party. 

“Did you only just put that together baby?” He asks after watching you for a moment, a cocky smirk on his face. You sigh with a small nod and roll your eyes, which just makes his smirk grow even more. “I don’t want anybody to ever look at you like that again and nobody ever gets to touch you but me.”

He immediately presses his face against yours for another passionate and extremely hungry kiss, you open up your mouth for him and he immediately accepts the invitation. It’s a fiery clashing of teeth and lips, you quickly get lost in it, one hand gripping onto his shoulder as the other one tugs on his hair not so gently this time. 

He groans out against your mouth as you tug on his locks. His hand pinches your hip before he moves it down and then pushes up your dress, his hand then dances along your thigh while the other bruisingly pinches your hip. 

You moan out against his lips as his fingers press against your underwear, you can feel him pressing his fingers against you and dancing along the clothed area. You writhe slightly against him at the pressure. 

His lips leave yours and he kisses along your jaw, trailing the kisses down your neck. He sucks and licks softly around your pulse, then as his mouth gets closer to your collarbone he nips you teasingly. You whine out at the sensation as your fingers dig deeper into his hair and he immediately kisses over where he’d bit you. 

As he does this, he pushes your underwear to the side so that his fingers can slip through. Your arousal had already started to quickly build between your legs and now he was able to take advantage of that. You moan out as his fingers now run through your folds without the barrier of your underwear, he slips a finger inside of you as his thumb gingerly traces over your bundle of nerves. He kisses your shoulder as he hears your breathing quickly change. 

“You’re so beautiful like this, you know that right?” Stewy asks. His voice was slightly more gentle. “Nobody else ever gets this.” He says more firmly. 

“Only you Stewy.” You breathe out as calmly as you can manage as he inserts a second finger into you. He continues on with his ministrations as he kisses along your neck, reaching that spot he knows you cannot ever get enough of. 

“That’s my girl.” He chuckles as he leaves your neck to kiss your lips again. You're desperate to feel him, it can’t have been more than 2 minutes since his lips left yours but you need to feel him there again. Especially when he’s having his way like this with you. You need Stewy in every sense of the meaning. 

His kiss to your mouth is firm and hungry, you get lost in the feeling of his plump lips as he continues to overwhelm you and provide the most delectable of sensory overwhelms that you could ever imagine. But it is of course, unfortunately not long enough. The world’s longest kiss wouldn’t be long enough with Stewy though, which you of course know but it never stops you from wanting, needing longer, needing and craving more. 

When he breaks the kiss, Stewy slides down to his knees on the floor of the bathroom. In your right mind, you’d probably be too focused on the unhygienic nature of this environment but you don’t even think of that. You are just desperate for Stewy, aching for him in any and every way in which you can have him. You don’t think anyone has ever felt as desperate for someone as you do for Stewy.  

He expertly but gently spreads your legs out, putting one over his shoulder as he softly kisses along your thighs. The kisses are soft and hot and as you feel his breath against your sensitive thighs, you feel your core clench and every nerve ending of yours tingle in desire and anticipation for him. 

Stewy continues to pump his fingers in and out of you as his kisses get closer to your core, you squirm slightly as he does. He gives a few gentle kisses to your vulva, your arousal is covering his fingers and running down his hands and he licks through your folds. Softly groaning at that as you let out a whimper at the contact, the noise coming from you is so beautiful, melodic to Stewy. 

The noise spurs him on and his tongue gingerly circles around your bundle of nerves, the pressure is so perfect and the build-up from his teasing and the making out just adds to the feeling. Your hands tangle in his dark hair, gripping it for leverage and as a way to communicate just how he makes you feel. He continues to lick and kiss at your clitoris and you know it won’t be long till you reach your peak at this rate. 

Stewy’s fingers continue at their work, getting deeper and reaching that spongy spot that makes you sharply gasp. Stewy smirks against you as he hears that, he hums against your bundle of nerves and the vibrations make you shudder, bringing you so much closer. 

“Oh my god, Stewy!” You moan out as you roughly tug at his hair. 

“Come on, come for me, baby. I want to taste you and feel it all over my face.” He says in between kisses to your bundle of nerves and around it. You nod and he continues to finger you and to give your clitoris attention, it isn’t much longer until you feel your climax coming on. 

“I’m going to- oh baby!” You whimper out, and he continues at the same pace as you shake against him as your peak arrives and you ride it out. He smirks against you as he tastes you. 

After your orgasm, he stays there, looking up at you in awe for a moment, supporting your body as it’s still somewhat weakened from that orgasm. He then stands back up, he pulls your dress back down and smirks.  Stewy holds your hip gently and his free hand comes up to gently stroke your cheek. The pad of his thumb feels so soft against your cheek. You can’t help but smile at him, so absolutely in love with him and he returns the grin. 

“You might want to clean that up, honey.” You say with a smirk as you lean against the wall, enjoying the feeling of him pressed against you so intimately. 

“Nope.” He immediately firmly says. 

“Nope?” 

“I don’t care who knows, honestly I want everyone to know. Everyone should know about us and that I’m the only one who gets this baby. Fuck Matsson, fuck anyone else.”

“I think a decision like this should have a proper conversation, one that isn’t just jealously induced sweetie.” You respond as softly as you can, as you close your eyes for a moment. You hear a small scoff.

“Such a tease.” He says and you can’t help but smile when seeing the devilish expression on his face. He’s simultaneously charming, and handsome but also arrogant and you love it so much. 

“I don’t want you to regret it.” You genuinely mean it. “I never would.” He immediately responds. 

“I love you.” 

It’s not a conversation you can have right now, the bathroom at your brother’s 40th birthday party is not the right environment for this. It needs to be one at home that isn’t post-sex acts either.

“I love you too.” He says as he rubs his forehead and sighs briefly. “Go home, I’ll leave fifteen minutes after you. I know- small risk but it’s worth it.” You chuckle and kiss him on the cheek. “I expect you to be in bed waiting when I get there though.” He says earnestly but still playfully. That’s your Stewy, always playful and blunt. 

“Sure thing Mr. Hosseini, maybe write me a love poem on the way home?” You tease with a small giggle. 

“Oh baby, you didn’t get my love poem?” He has that loveable but chaotic, cocky smirk on his face. 

“What?” You raise an eyebrow at him. 

“That was my love poem.” As he delivers that line his smirk somehow grows by ten times. You roll your eyes at him as you kiss him on the lips softly. “Wait, do I need to better emphasise next time?” He teases with a wicked grin and laughs. 

“Get better material, Hosseini.” You immediately quip back with a smirk as you leave the bathroom stall to make an Irish Goodbye from Kendall’s birthday to go home, our home you think. 

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[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Clandestine.

You and Stewy know it’s wrong. So why, pray tell, does it feel so right?

Part Two. Part Three.

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x female Roy reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - Cursing, allusions to sexual content

Word Count - 1.5k

Author's Note - in honour of stewy's beautiful appearance in episode 2, please enjoy this!! hoping and praying we get to see a hell of a lot more of him this season <3

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You’re bored.

To the outside eye, life as a Roy is a dream. Money, cars, designer clothes, big fancy galas filled to the brim with millionaires. It sounds ideal.

It isn’t. Between family drama, backstabbing and betrayal, and directionless small talk, being the youngest Roy sibling is a stifling job. But someone has to do it. Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Tonight, you find yourself at another Waystar Royco charity gala. The ballroom downtown sparkles with diamonds, champagne flowing and expensive perfume overwhelming. It’s another mandatory job on your list. Attend, smile, wave, make polite conversation, rinse rich men for their money and leave. Simple.

Or so you thought.

You arrived with Roman and Kendall, the both of them immediately separating and making their way to friends and business partners, leaving you stood alone. Fingertips brush the skin of your back that’s exposed by your dress, sending a shiver down your spine.

You smell him before he enters your eyeline. He smells like vanilla and sandalwood. He smells expensive. Not the faux, gawdy expensive like most men in the room, but genuinely luxurious. His cologne makes you dizzy. You reach out and hold onto the edge of the table in front of you before you lose your balance.

You feel him before you turn around. He’s warm, and broad, and the crisp white material of his dress shirt is pressing into you. You gasp quietly at his boldness, praying that no one sees the youngest Roy so close to a sworn enemy.

Stewy Hosseini.

Kendall’s third oldest friend. Both a rival and an asset to your family. One of the biggest assholes in New York City.

The man you’re hopelessly in love with.

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You honestly hadn’t meant for it to go this far.

Originally, it was sex. Brilliant, mind blowing, earth shattering sex.

Until it wasn’t.

Now, it’s late night phone calls and clandestine meetings and holding hands and apartment hunting and kisses on the forehead. Now, it’s real. It’s become something undeniable.

They’d kill you if they knew.

They’d murder you both. You’d be shunned. Stewy would be dropped and cut from Waystar Royco like he never meant anything in the first place. Your inheritance would be taken away, all Roy privileges revoked.

Basically, it’d be hell. So why do you keep finding yourself considering it?

You’ve never been loved like this. So total, so complete, so all consuming. So unconditional. It’s no secret that the Roy siblings are strangers to love. But not anymore.

Now, you know love. You wake up to love and kiss him on the small patch of skin on his cheek where his beard won’t grow. You dance with love in the kitchen, allowing him to spin you around in your socks, catching you when you slip. You see love across the boardroom, communicating with him silently, having full conversations with just your eyes.

They can deny it all they want, but you know the truth. This is what love is supposed to be. They’re scared of it because it’s unfamiliar. It isn’t material. They’re terrified of love because they can’t touch it, or mould it, or manipulate it. They’re petrified.

You ran into love headfirst, unwittingly. Would you have slept with Stewy that night, well over a year ago, if you’d have known this is how it’d turn out? You’re not sure, honestly. But all you know is that no matter what they say when they inevitably find out, none of it matters. Love is real. And it is astounding.

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“You with me, sweetheart?” he murmurs into your ear, warm breath raising the hairs on your neck.

“Yeah, baby,” you mutter back, attempting to keep a neutral expression on your face. “I’m here.”

“Where did you go, huh?”

His fingers journey down, brushing over your ass. He gives it a squeeze before stroking it up your hip, resting his hand on your waist.

“Just daydreaming,” you reply.

“About what?” he asks teasingly, caressing your skin in gentle motions. Back, forth. Back, forth. He’s making it hard to concentrate.

“You,” you whisper quietly. He hears you loud and clear. “Always you.”

He wants to kiss you. God, he wants to kiss you. He wants to grab your face and smash his lips to yours, consequences be damned. He wants to pick you up and twirl you around and scream “look at the woman I love!”.

Instead, his fingers tighten on your waist. He looks around carefully before leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to the spot just below your ear. Then, he moves to stand in front of you. To anyone else, it looks like two old friends having a conversation.

“You look so fuckin’ beautiful in that dress,” he tells you, his voice laced with sincerity and admiration. His eyes are raking up and down your frame. The heat of his gaze is making you warm.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Hosseini,” you tease. That’s an understatement. His suit fits him like a glove, perfectly tailored to all of his curves. It’s all crisp edges and careful lines. He’s wearing the cufflinks you got him for his birthday, the ones engraved with the both of your initials. The letters are small, tucked away on the underside. No one knows they’re there – your little secret.

Stewy winks at you and goes to take a step forward, but a hand on his arm stops him. A gorgeous woman with flowing brown hair and a silk gown appears at his side, smiling at you politely before turning to him.

“There’s a couple of guys over there asking where you are. They want to talk about the Williams deal.”

He gives you a look drenched in apology before allowing himself to be dragged away. He takes all of the warmth with him, leaving you stood in the ballroom, cold and alone.

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You knew he was bringing a date. It’d been a point of discussion the night before.

“We have to keep up appearances, Stewy. It makes sense. I know it doesn’t mean anything, okay. I’m not worried,” you reassure him, carding your hands through his hair. He’s lying with his head in your lap on his couch, eyes closed and brows scrunched. You smooth your thumb over the crease in his forehead, before kissing the spot gently.

“I know. Fuck, I know,” he sighs defeatedly. The idea of having some random supermodel on his arm at the gala is killing him. What he wouldn’t do for it to be you.

“It’s only one night, baby,” you soothe gently. “I’ll come back here afterwards. It’ll be a couple of hours at most. You know people are going to talk if Stewy Hosseini, the most eligible bachelor of New York, turns up without a date.”

He chuckles heartily, and the vibrations settle in your bones.

“One night,” he agrees. “Just one night.”

With that, he sits up, cradling your face in his hands. He kisses you softly, carefully. He’s so tender with you. No one else in the world gets to see him like this. No one else gets to see him vulnerable. He likes it that way. You do too.

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There’s a pull between you and Stewy. It’s like a magnetic force, dragging you together no matter where you are, or what you’re doing. You feel it in the monotonous board meetings. You feel it at the family events he’s reluctantly invited to by Kendall. You feel it now, as you float around the ballroom, praying for the night to be over.

You allow your mind to drift away, dreaming of what awaits you later tonight. You can picture it perfectly. You and Stewy, curled up in bed, his penthouse bedroom illuminated by candlelight. Glasses of wine discarded on the night stand, sheets thrown across the mattress, legs tangled together. Skin pressed to skin, warmth seeping into your bones. Gentle melodies filling the room, the man underneath you humming softly into your ear. This is heaven, you’ll think. Bury us like this, please.

You can feel when his eyes are on you. Heat prickles over your skin, goosebumps rising. It’s become like a sixth sense, this silent communication between you. You catch his gaze and wink, and you swear you see him blush slightly. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, and nods in the direction of the door. You get the hint, and follow him, trailingly behind subtly.

You reach the hallway and look around, but Stewy is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly, you feel a warm grip grab your hips, pressing you into the wall.

“Been waiting to get my hands on you all night,” he murmurs into your ear lowly.

He’s trailing his fingers up and down your sides. You can feel him, hot and hard behind you, groaning as he bites at your throat. He kisses the hinge of your jaw, and then your cheek. It’s forbidden and it’s sexy and it’s so gentle it makes your knees wobble.

“Come home with me,” he begs. “Let’s blow this off and get out of here.”

The offer is tempting. So, so tempting. But you know people would put the pieces together. Stewy leaves, you leave… suspicions arise. As easy as it would be to just say fuck it and tell everyone, you want to keep this a secret for a little longer. You want to stay in this little bubble of warmth and love and trust a little longer. You want to stay happy a little longer.

“We can’t,” you whine. “They’ll notice.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” he replies. “You shouldn’t either.”

You want to disagree, but the way he’s moved his hand to sit at your throat while pressing himself into you is making it hard to think.

“Live a little, baby,” he teases, nipping at your ear.

“Fine! Fuck, fine. Let’s go before I change my mind.”

He grabs your hand, giddy smile etched on his face. He’s practically running with you to his car, dress flowing in the breeze behind you, heels clacking against the marble floors. You tumble into the backseats, his lips pressed to yours as you make your way home. Home.

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes blink open, sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. You’re resting comfortably on Stewy’s chest, both of his strong arms wrapped around you. You yawn sleepily, wondering what’s awoken you.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Oh. That. You check the clock on the nightstand, realising that it’s only 7am. On a Saturday. Who’s knocking on the door at 7am on a Saturday morning?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Fuck, is the noise getting louder? You nudge Stewy carefully, waking him.

“There’s someone banging on your door,” you whisper.

He groans and untangles his legs from yours. He throws on a pair of boxers, and moves to investigate the source of the knocking. You listen intently, curious to know who’s trying to gain Stewy’s attention so determinedly.

The door swings open.

“Ken?” Stewy questions, and you can almost hear the fear in his voice.

“Hey, man. Where the fuck is my sister?”

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[augustghosts]

Stewy Hosseini x female reader

A classic tale of fucking your ex at your friends wedding. We’ve all been there, I think.

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: 18+ pls, minors will be blocked! Not proofread which is defo a warning, lmk if you spot anything ive missed. Smut. Oral f!recieving and protected pinv. Alcohol and drugs are mentioned slightly.

Little authors note sorry: Hey everyone i am actually alive lol. 5 months later i return writing for someone new… not out of character for me. I watched succession for the first time recently (late asf to the party i know) and i read some amazing stewy fics so i thought i’d add my piece because i’m obsessed with him. Sorry to all my tommy miller babes on here, i swear i tried writing for him again but my inspiration for tommy fics seems to have gotten lost. I really struggled when i tried finishing my half way done tommy series lol. But when i started writing this one it just floooowed and i finished it in like a few hours. Maybe my tommy love will come back someday but for now…. This. Hope someone out there enjoys lol <3

You’ve felt eyes on you all night. Everywhere you go you end up meeting his eyes across the room. Eveytime you look over at him, he’s already looking. He should be the one that's embarrassed, you’ve caught him looking at you multiple times, but you’re always the one who ends up looking away first and feeling your skin heat with the embarrassment of being caught. While he shamelessly stares at you over the rim of his glass, that awful fucking smirk gracing his lips and he watches you squirm. Honestly, it’s kinda creepy. And you almost hope he approaches you so you can tell him that.

Towards the end of the night he starts to close in, starts inching closer to you. He starts making conversation with the people around you, people at the bar next to you, and eventually your friends. Asking them how they are, how it’s been such a long time. Then, he finally gets to you. He takes his time looking you over before he speaks and you’re determined not to be the first one to talk, so you let him stare. Both of you standing in silence for a few seconds before he finally speaks.

“You look great.”

”Thanks.” Keeping it simple seems safe. You want to tell him he looks good too because fuck, he does. He always does. He notices your eyes drifting over his suit and tie and he chuckles.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Uhm,” He trails off - pretends to think. “I’m at a fucking wedding, and i’m enjoying myself.”

”Yeah?” You ask, he nods in agreement. The way his eyebrows raise tells you he’s still being sarcastic, still mocking you. “Watching my every move all night is how you enjoy yourself?”

“Actually, yes.” He confirms. “Watching you squirm all night was pretty fun.”

”I wasn’t.” You attempt to defend yourself, downing your drink. “I was just-“

“I’ll get you another.” He cuts you off, snatching your glass out of your hand - not even bothering to ask. You almost try to protest, but you don’t see the point. You know him too well, you know how stubborn he is, once he gets an idea it’s hard for him to let it go. If the idea he’s got tonight is paying for your drinks, then so be it - who were you to complain. You sit down on the stool next to you, watching as Stewy makes the bartender laugh as he orders your drinks. You're kind of pissed that you still can’t figure him out sometimes, you know him better than most people - maybe better than anyone, but he still confuses you. It has been a while since you last saw him, but you conclude that he hasn’t changed much.

When he comes back with your drinks he puts yours down in front of you and asks: “Still your favorite?”

You nod, kind of pissed that he got it right. You try to convince yourself that he didn’t actually remember that small detail. That he’s just been watching you order them all night during your staring competition.

“So, how’s your family?” You ask, cringing at how lame you sound. You just don’t want to let him start a conversation you don’t want to have.

He smiles, because he knows what you're doing. “They’re fine. I still don’t see them much, but they’re good.”

”You’re still too busy to see your family?” You joke.

“Mhm,” His smile almost looks genuine as you joke with each other. “I’m always busy.”

“Busy stealing people's money?”

He laughs then, a genuine laugh that makes you laugh as well. God, you don’t want to admit that you missed him. But everyone else just seems so boring after him, you’ve never found the same thing you’d had with him with anyone else.

“You never really understood business did you?” He laughs.

“I understand perfectly.”

“Sure,” He agrees. “I explained it to you enough times.”

“Yeah, and bored me to death.”

”Is that why you broke up with me?”

His question completely catches you off guard and you almost choke on your drink. You almost want to ask him if he purposefully said that while you were taking a sip, but you’re too busy trying to supress your coughing.

“Jesus, it was just a question.” Stewy laughs at you again, his warm hand coming to rest on your back as he watches you almost choke.

“Fuck you.” You say pointedly, after getting yourself back under control. ”You know why we broke up. Also, I broke up with you?”

”You did.”

“Stewy, it was amicable.”

“Was it?” His face goes serious again and you instantly miss the sound of his laugh. You just sigh, taking another sip of your drink. This was exactly the conversation you didn’t want to have.

“I thought you said you were enjoying yourself,” You say after a few moments of silence. “Don’t ruin it now.”

”I lied.” He says. “I always hated those two, I can't believe they actually got married.”

”Match made in hell.” You agree, both of you laugh softly again.

“You know I also lied earlier when I said you looked great.” He says, surprising you. You brace yourself for whatever joke he’s going to make about you, you shouldn't have pissed him off, he can get mean when he’s pissed off. It’s not his fault, it’s just his defense mechanism - but nevertheless you brace yourself for his comment - and he surprises you again by saying: “You look fucking incredible.”

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out. You opt for another sip of your drink instead and he watches you in amusement.

“I only came because I hoped you would be here,” He continued. You still can’t tell if he’s being serious or not, that damned smirk on his face makes you think he’s making fun of you, but those big brown eyes look so sincere.

“Stewy, stop.” You sigh.

“Come on, baby.” He murmurs, he leans forward in his chair and places his hand on your knee. The nickname makes you tense up. Makes a familiar heat spread through you. “Let me get you another drink and take you up to my room.”

Fuck. He’s fucking good at this, and he knows it. He knows exactly how to get you. You’re trying to think, but the alcohol and the way his thumb is rubbing your knee is clouding your mind. He waits patiently, watching as you look down at his hand and back up to his face. Your eyes stop at his lips before meeting his gaze.

“Alright,” You say, you swear you can actually see his eyes light up. “Go get me another drink and show me your room. Then I'll decide.”

“You got it.” He grins and practically jumps out of his seat. When he returns he holds out his hand to help you off your stool, the heels you decided to wear and the drinks weren’t a good match. He hands you your drink, although you don’t really want it now. His hand finds its place on the small of your back and a fire lights up somewhere inside of you. His touch feels so familiar - comforting. He leads you out of the bar and to the elevators. Punching in the right number before the doors close, leaving you both alone in the small space. It suddenly feels too quiet.

You want to touch him, but once again you don’t want to be the one to make the first move. You don't want him to know how desperate you are for him, although you think he already knows. He’s watching you in silence, his eyes dark and wanting. A look you’ve seen a million times before - a look that makes you excited. The elevator ride is short, Stewy isn’t the type to kiss you in an elevator, and you know that, so you’re not disappointed when the doors open and he hasn’t touched you or said a word.

He gestures for you to leave first, putting his hand on the door so they don’t close on you, or him. Some people would find this strange, the silence, but it’s a game you’ve both played with each other before. A game you both enjoy. He guides you to his room with a hand on your back, just like before. When he unlocks the door and opens it for you, you suppress a gasp. As usual, Stewy needs to have the best of the best. The bride and groom's room probably isn’t even this nice. They probably couldn’t afford it - Stewy can.

“Well?” His voice sounds from behind you.

“Hm?”

”What do you think? You said you would decide when you saw the room. Is it good enough for you?”

”Uhm,” You pretend to think as you set your drink down on the dresser, turning around to dramatically inspect the room. It earns a playful eye roll from Stewy. He knows what impresses you and he knows he already has you. He already had you down at the bar.

“I think it’s okay.” You conclude, turning to face him. He hums in sarcastic agreement, looking you up and down. He’s playing the game again, who is going to end it first. Who is going to lose. You don’t like losing, and neither does he. But honestly, haven’t you already lost? He has you in his room for christ sake. He has you standing in front of him, already dripping and all he’s done is touch your leg a little and look at you the right way. So you put aside your pride and step towards him, you bring your hands up to his cheeks and roughly bring his face down to your, finally connecting your lips.

His hands immediately find their home at your hips, pulling you tightly against him. The kiss immediately turns from an innocent kiss to a hungry and passionate one, his tongue dominating your mouth. You both know each other's bodies so well, there's no need for taking it slow or asking questions.

“Fuck, Stewy.” You sigh as he backs you towards the bed, gently setting you down and climbing over you. Kissing every inch of your skin.

“God, I missed that.” He groans, marveling over the way you sigh his name. “I missed you, baby. I can admit it. I want you so badly.”

You moan softly at his words, at the way his lips feel on your neck - at how right this feels. You had missed him too. He catches you off guard when he pulls away to ask, ”Have you been fucking other people?”

“Sorry?” You giggle, “Why are you asking me that now?”

”Have you?” He presses.

“I ju- maybe.” You stutter, already missing his lips.

”Maybe?”

”I know you’ve been fucking as well.” You accuse, suddenly defensive. You push yourself up onto your elbows, despite still being trapped underneath him.

“Yeah, I have.” He says coolly.

“So?” You ask, irritated. Why was he doing this?

“So, none of them were as good as you.” His words earn an eye roll from you. “Nothing can compare to this pussy.” He adds, his hand sliding down to roughly grip your thigh and bring it over his waist. Oh, shit. His half hard cock is pressing perfectly against your pussy in this new position, the material of your dress and his suit pants keeping you apart. “And, i bet none of those guys fucked you the way i do.” One of his hands comes up to grip your chin, his other keeping him above you. He forces you to look him in the eyes as he asks, “Did they?”

“No.” You practically squeak. “None of them were like you. No one is like you, Stewy.”

You’re not even lying, after having sex with Stewy for so long nothing compared. You had gotten accustomed to a man who knew what he was doing, to a man who was generous in bed. You had gotten used to a man who could make you cum. No one had achieved that after him. Your answer obviously pleases him, he grins and leans down to kiss you again.

He ends the kiss and stands up leaving you spread out on the bed, you whine underneath him, chasing for more. He ignores you and slips off his suit jacket. He makes a show of undoing the top button of his shirt and loosening his sleeves in order to push them up to his elbows. Fuck, he looks so good. You almost want to tell him, but you don;t need to. He can see the way you're watching him, that look in your eye. He knows what you look like when you’re turned on - and this is it. He grabs your thighs and pushes your dress up to your waist, getting a good look before sliding your panties down your legs, throwing them over his shoulder somewhere.

“I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve, baby. I know what you need. I can’t wait to taste you.” He rambles as you whimper in anticipation, he presses a kiss to your ankle as he watches you buck your hips.

He has his mouth on you before you can respond. Just as you remember, he is painfully and infuriatingly good at it. He still eats pussy like it's his second nature. He still looks up at you through his gorgeous lashes as he traces your clit with his tongue. He has to hold back from grinning against you as you writhe and whimper. He groans as you sigh his name and run your hand through his hair. You remember how much you love it when he’s like this, when he's animalistic and loses his composure.

Your legs tighten around his head as he digs his fingers into the flesh of your thighs. It’s fucking embarassing how quickly you barrel towards your climax, but it has been a while. And no one else devours you like this, no one else is this good. You should have expected it. He recognizes it immediately, breaking away from you for a second to speak.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?”

“Yes! Please, Stew.” You moan, your hands grabbing at his hair attempting to push him back down. He smiles wickedly, licking his lips as he watches you.

“God, I love it when you beg for me.” He mumbles before diving back in, allowing you to push his head down and maneuver him.

"Please make me come," you groan, arching your back. “I'm so close, don’t stop.”

And he doesn’t stop, he continues to lap at you and work you though your orgasm as you come against his mouth. His beard delightfully scratches your sensitive skin, leaving behind a delicious burning feeling. He’s painfully hard now, after watching you come and hearing you moan his name. You begin to push at his head when you come down, usually he would tease you a little now, knowing how sensitive you are and make the most of it. But he’s so fucking desprate for you, he has been all night. He’s been dreaming about being inside of you for hours now.

He’s instantly on his feet, undoing his belt and undressing. You follow suit, weakly sitting up - doing the best your legs can do when they feel like jelly, you lift your dress over your head and throw it on the floor with his clothes. He’s climbing back on top of you, kissing you hungrily. His lips and chin are still wet with your juices and you moan into his mouth as you taste yourself on his lips.

“How do you want me?” You ask breathlessly, fully prepared to submit to him- to do whatever he asks.

“Fuck,” He groans at your words, having to pause for a second. “Can you turn over for me?”

You smile, leaning up to kiss him one more time before turning over and crawling to the middle of the bed, pushing yourself up onto your knees and holding yourself up on your elbows, so your back is deliciously arched the way you know he likes. You grin as you hear him groan behind you, his hand petting your ass before he delivers a light slap to it. He steps away from you and you hear the rustling of a condom wrapper, did he have that in his fucking pocket? His words from earlier repeat in your head, ‘I only came because I hoped you would be here.’

“Plese fuck me, Stewy.” You moan softly, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. “I need you.”

”How bad?” He teases. The head of his cock is ever so slightly pressing against your entrance, he’s hardly holding back as he waits for your answer, pushing in slightly.

“So bad,” You sigh, pushing back on him so he slips easily inside of you. You both moan loudly, you love that he’s so loud and shameless in bed. He stays still once he’s bottomed out.

“Yeah?” He says through gritted teeth.

“Yes! Please move. I need to be fucked properly, only you can do it.”

The sound he makes behind you is heavenly, you knew that would work. He pulls out of you before pushing back in slowly. He always does this, he starts slow and then builds up to a bruising pace. All you can do is whimper beneath him and beg for him to fuck you faster. Your pussy sucks him in greedily, his cock pushing against that spongy spot inside of you with every thrust.

“You take me so fucking well. Like you were fucking made for me.” His voice is deep and raw.

”I think I am,” You moan. “You feel so fucking good!”

“Are you gonna come for me again, sweetheart? Gonna soak my cock?”

All you can do is furiously nod your head and moan beneath him, the sounds of your pussy squelching as he fucks you is almost embarassing. You don’t have time to think about it because he’s pulling out of you and gently flipping you over onto your back. He lifts your legs and rests his knees on the bed, throwing your feet over his shoulders and he leans over you. He guides his cock back into you and dives down to kiss you, his tongue pushing past your lips in a messy kiss. You’re both moaning into each other's mouths, not minding when your teeth momentarily clack together.

“Come on gorgeous,” He groans, he’s breathless - pressing kisses to your face between his words. You can tell he’s close too. “Come for me. Squeeze my cock. Let me fucking have it.”

He feels you tighten around him as you come, his name leaving your lips like a fucking prayer. Your hands tightening around his neck, nails digging into his skin.

“Fuck, that’s it. You look so beautiful, baby.” He talks you through it, still fucking you as you come around him.

“Oh my god,” You moan. “Come inside of me, Stewy.”

You know he’s wearing a condom, but the dirty talk is hot. He thinks so too, because that's all it takes for him to come. His head is buried in your neck, his teeth biting into the soft skin under your ear. No doubt leaving a mark, but you’ll worry about that tomorrow. Right now all you can think about is how hot he sounds when he comes, you love that he isn’t quiet, that he isn’t afraid to groan your name into your neck.

He stays still for a second, lifting his head and kissing you - gently this time, before he pulls out. You rest for a minute while he discards the condom. You hear rustling and sniffing while he’s in the bathroom and you almost want to yell out to him - this is why we broke up. But you ignore it, getting up from the bed and breezing past him as he leaves the bathroom. You close the door behind you, taking the hotel robe off the back of the door and cleaning yourself up, doing what you need to do. You wonder if you should shower, but decide you should probably go back to your own room to do that.

When you leave the bathroom he’s sitting in the bed under the covers, the tv remote in his hand. Your dress and underwear have been picked up and folded on the chair beside the bed. It makes you smile, how can someone be so thoughtful but so selfish at the same time. That’s why you broke up, you need to keep reminding yourself.

“So, I guess I'm gonna go back to my own room.” You say as you gather your things. You’re on your way back to the bathroom with your clothes when he speaks up.

“Okay,” He says, respecting your decision. “Why?”

”Why?” You repeat, stopping your tracks. “Don’t you want me to go?”

”No. I want you to watch tv with me.”

”Seriously?” You laugh before you realize he’s being serious.

“Yeah, seriously.” His face is impassive, and hard to read. But you can’t resist those big brown eyes and you drop your clothes back onto the floor and slip into bed with him.

“Hey,” He whines as he looks at your dress. “I picked that up and folded it for you and you just threw it on the floor again.”

“Sorry, how rude of me.” You laugh at the mock pout on his face. You’ve sat pretty far away from him and he eyes the space between you.

“Come here.” He says lifting up his arm so you can cuddle into his side. God, you shouldn’t be doing this, you should have left. But he smells good and this bed is so comfortable.

“Will you stay the night here?” He asks quietly

”I shouldn’t.” You sigh.

“I know.” He agrees.

Of course you end up staying the night, Stewy is very convincing. With his promise of round two and a warm shower in the morning, it’s hard to resist. He also promises an expensive breakfast after the shower, but he says, ‘only if you behave yourself.’ You spend the whole night talking and laughing with him. Not only is he the best fuck you’ve ever had, he’s also the funniest person on earth. He’s got the kindest eyes you’ve ever seen but he’s also the biggest assole you’ve ever met. He’s so confusing, but that night you decide that maybe taking a little more time to try and figure him out won’t be so bad - only time will tell.

#i couldnt think of a title btw so…. yea #im RUUSSTTYY i havent written in months lmao #apologies in advance i guess #if anyone even reads this lmao #stewy hosseini #stewy hosseini x reader #stewy hosseini x fem reader #stewy hosseini fan fiction #stewy hosseini smut #succession #succession fanfiction #fanfiction #smut #female reader #x reader

[nicolettemarionette]

Business with Pleasure

Pairing: Kendall Roy x Reader x Stewy Hosseini Description: Stewy is preoccupied when Kendall comes to him with a pitch. You don't seem to mind the intrusion, though. Words: 1K Rating: SMUT (more under the cut)

Warnings: Cursing, drinking, implied drug use, smut, age gap, semi-public fondling, exhibition, teasing

A/N: A horny reimagining of S1E3 because I'm a slut for Kendall and Stewy ;)

Part 2 up now!

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It's a party; Kendall Roy had attended more parties than he could remember. From lavish galas filled with pissing contests of charitable donations, to tedious mixers spent appeasing disingenuous executives from billion dollar corporations, to ragers mixing copious amounts of recreational drugs and hard liquor. The gathering he finds himself at now resembles the latter - pharmaceutical helpers being handed around like party favours as soon as he steps onto the threshold.

He swallows down the itch to indulge, manoeuvring his way through the coked up crowd. A thick curtain separates him from a private room and the familiar laugh of an old friend. He's prepared, thoroughly confident in his approach as he pushes into the red-lit space.

Then he's unprepared for the sight of you; eyes half lidded, makeup smudged, lips swollen, hand gripping the older man's wrist, fingers hidden under a silky dress, hips rocking of their own accord. Kendall tears his eyes away, clearing his throat, "Stewy."

"Kendall," Stewy doesn't move his arm, despite your cheeks flushing at the intrusion. He merely raises his brows, "Kinda in the middle of something here."

"Yeah, well...we need to talk." It's curt and a clear indication for privacy, which Stewy wilfully ignores, his breath ghosting over your neck as he bends down to breathe in the familiar smell: a luxury fragrance he'd gifted you. Sweet, floral, delicate, just like you.

"Then talk."

Kendall frowns, then sighs exasperatedly, arms crossing over his chest as he looks everywhere but the lavish love seat you're sprawled across. "Okay, so you know how everyone kinda...hates you."

Stewy hums, "Uh huh. No, that's not something I'm aware of. Do you hate me, sweetheart?"

His fingers touch you again, lazily sliding over your pussy, grazing your clit, drawing a soft whimper from your lips. You shake your head pathetically in response to his question, though you're sure it's rhetorical. In reward he applies more pressure, a shit eating grin plastered to his face, corners of his eyes crinkling and the edges of his lips turned up; thoroughly amused as he watches Kendall's gaze going up and down your body so quickly he would've missed it if he hadn't been directly looking at him.

His friend swallows thickly, then states, as loudly and clearly as he can, "Well, people do, hate you. Private equity, getting their meat hooks in, chiselling your profit like uh, like a vampire locust fuck."

"What is this? Is this a roast cos...if you haven't noticed I kinda have shit to do." Stewy punctuates the sentence by dipping his fingers lower, groaning at how easily they slip into your entrance. He always knew you weren't as innocent as you feigned - from the auspicious smile you'd given him the first time he took you, in the restroom at some pompous art exhibition, and now this. He's embarrassingly hard.

The tension in the air is thick and hazy, hanging over you, heat blooming in your stomach with every deliberate stroke of Stewy's fingers against your walls, the man watching only adding to the searing desire. Kendall Roy is an easily recognisable man. You chance a look at him: tall, impeccably dressed, strikingly handsome, far older than you.

Dark eyes meet your own, momentarily, a certain hunger within them, teeth digging into his lips, "Right, well, I'll cut to the chase."

"Okay."

"How about instead of taking us over, you give us four billion dollars; I stay boss, you stop raiding shitty companies for scraps, you invest for once in a blue collar corporation that's currently..."

He trails off at the sight of Stewy's fingers pushing into your mouth. The way your lips close around them, suck them, Kendall definitely isn't imagining your tongue swirling around them. And he's definitely not picturing those lips wrapped around his cock.

His oldest friend gives him a knowing look, waiting for him to elaborate, which he does, stammering out the rest of his pitch, "Yeah, right. You know, it's currently undervalued by some unfounded concerns about its leadership, i.e: the 'Lord Fuckleroy' here. But, you invest, the story twists, happy ending for all." 

Stewy pulls his fingers from your mouth, trailing them down the valley of your breasts, brushing over your pebbled nipples, before ghosting over your thighs, toying with the fabric of your shift. "Obviously, I don't usually take minority stake in a company."

"Yeah obviously, because you're..." Kendall starts, then sighs. It's becoming increasingly hard for him to focus when Stewy's edging closer to your core again, the way your breath hitches telling him he's reached his target again. He folds his arms, "How about for once, you make things bigger? You know, with your old pal?"

Stewy suddenly plunges his fingers deeper than before, curling them and you can't help the needy cry that leaves your lips. He outright laughs, the sound dark and gruff as he shrugs to his 'old pal', "Bro, I can't even begin to think about this. But if I could, to sell it, I'd need boning stock."

"As long as we remain in control."

"Well," Stewy pauses when your hand finds purchase in the expensive fabric of his suit pants, self-restraint wearing thin, his hips chasing your touch, thrusting his fingers harder into you. "Effective control, okay. I'm also gonna need a board seat."

Despite Kendall's attempts to ignore the situation, the nervous rubbing of his neck gives away his discomposure. Still, his voice is strong, "Oh I'd force it on you, dude, for the optics. Shit hot CEO has some hot shit new money for investment. Yeah?"

"I'm not necessarily totally opposed to this notion."

"That's right, and luckily I speak Stewy. And that's Stewy for 'I've got a raging hard on for this." The moment the words leave his mouth he sees a barely suppressed bearded grin.

"If that isn't the pot calling the kettle a fucking minority," Stewy gestures to the sizeable tent pitching in the CEO's pants, brows raising comically. 

Kendall grimaces, adjusting his stance, "Oh, uh, sorry. But we're good, right?"

Stewy moves his fingers quicker, focusing on that spongy spot inside that has your face contorting with pleasure, pushing you towards orgasm and then his hand returns from your sticky thighs to pick up his glass. He raises it, "Yeah, we're good."

He rolls his eyes when you whine at the loss of contact, frustrated with his teasing. He takes a long sip of the bitter liquor, then before Kendall turns his back, adds, "But, just a thought. Why don't you...hang back for a bit? Celebrate?"

The insinuation clouds the air and before Kendall can even answer, he's being cut off, "I don't think-"

"What do you think, sweetheart?" His pet name has you in the palm of his hand, half smile on his face. "You want Ken to fuck you?"

You look nervous for a moment, but it quickly fades with the offer of being shared between two of the most powerful men in the city, "If...if he does."

"She's been practically soaked since you walked in. And you and Rava are done, right?"

"We're..." Kendall thinks back to the hurtful words exchanged, the emptiness of his bed. It's been weeks without contact, his sex drive through the wall. "We're separated, yes."

"And the banks not fucking you anymore, so how about you do some fucking of your own," as if he needs anymore convincing, Stewy's fingers are teasingly pulling the thin straps holding up your breasts. "Come on, it'll be just like old times."

Kendall tilts his head, looking past his friend to search your face for a moment, wondering if you're lust drunk or just fucking wasted. Then, he decides he doesn't really care. "Fuck it, yeah."

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A/N: This is my first time writing in a while and this is quite short and probably riddled with mustakes buttttt would totally be up for a part 2 if people want it. Any feedback is much appreciated :)

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[evilwifelover]

Stewy Hosseini smut headcannons

•He is so condescending when he fucks you.

“aww why are you shaking baby”

“you told me you can take it like a big girl”

“are you sure you want me to keep going? you look so fucked out princess.”

•He LOVES spanking your ass, but never enough to make you bleed or bruise.

•He loves getting blowjobs, but mainly in semipublic places. Also if you grope his balls mid blowjob- he will instantly cum in your mouth.

•The sex is usually fast and rough, but if you are having a bad day he will be a little more sensual. His thrusts will be deeper and slower, he’ll praise you a lot more, and will be extra sweet afterwards.

•He loves to bite on your tits. Its not unusual to have bite marks all over your chest the next morning.

•He loves any sort of kissing, biting, sucking or licking to his neck. He will give out the loudest groans.

•He loves hair pulling, whether its him pulling your hair or you pulling his hair, he’s a slut for it.

•SUCH a tease he wants you to be shaking and on the verge of tears before he gives in to you.

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[scarletttries]

Stewy Hosseini NSFW Alphabet (Succession)

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini (Succession) x Reader

Rating: Fluffy Smut

Word Count: 2.2k

Author's Note: Thank you for all the fun Stewy requests since Succession ended, here's a little something for all the Stewy girls as I love writing these alphabets! 🥰

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

Stewy has been with his fair share of lovers, but he's not the type to disappear into a town-car the minute the deed is done. Stewy feels the connection deeply, and wants to take his time checking you had just as good an experience as he did. He's not cuddly in a needy way, but he likes to keep a strong hand pressed to your thigh or arm or belly, something to say he's there, he's with you, and he's still yours for the rest of time, not just for the night.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Stewy feels confident and powerful about his hands. The way a typed message or handshake from him can change the world or move billions of dollars around. The fact that he works out to ensure he's never only strong in his mind, but in his body as well. But most of all, the way he can use his hands to lift you against a desk, pin your hands above your head when he's feeling dominating, and bring you waves of pleasure over and over again until his name is the only thing that you can pant out into the night.

Speaking of your lips, Stewy is enamoured from the first smile you give him - cheeky, confident, but full of warmth. He loves hearing every word you say, every breath you take, and his favourite of all, every kiss you dain to bless him with. Whether it's a chaste peck on the cheek when you meet him for dinner after work, or a sloppy lick along his length after a long day, he will never not praise the perfect feel of your lips on him.

C= Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

I get big 'comes from a big, loving family' vibes from Stewy in the way he talks about his father so I think he's always seen himself building a growing family and being a father too. So while he's been careful about protection all through his bachelor days, once he starts getting serious with you, this man's breeding kink comes out. He might have started off by finishing on your belly at first, but then he can't helo but think how much better that would feel inside of you, how he wants to have his seed deep inside you. The first time he finishes inside you it's like heaven, and he knows nothing will ever stop him from spending night after night back where he belongs.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Stewy is self-assured, through and through, so almost never gets jealous. Instead he loves arriving separately to a bar where you're already sat, nursing a drink, and seeing a crowd of men hitting on you, trying their luck with someone who's totally his. He'll let them get close, watching you make eyes at him across the bar and feign interest in these nobodies, then finally he'll swoop in and place a hand firmly on your back, tugging you quickly into a Mercedes and having you bouncing on his lap before you get down a single block of new york traffic.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)

Stewy knows exactly what he's doing, almost infuriatingly so. He's been with plenty of people in his youth, learning exactly how to give someone the best possible time, and knowing exactly what he likes. By the time he applies this knowledge to you, it means he has all the experience he needs to get you riled up with a single touch, to read every single signal you give him, and play your body like his own perfect instrument.

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying)

Stewy likes to be able to see your face as he makes love to you, loving having you pressed against a wall or perched on a desk in a moment of passionate desire. He loves seeing you bounce on his lap, using him for your pleasure, getting off on him, his hands exploring your body as he brings you to the edge of pleasure. Finally he loves when he's kneeling behind you, drawing moan after moan from your lips, as you glance back at him, mouth hanging open as your cunt clenches around him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Stewy knows how to make you laugh when he's flirting or teasing you at a bar, but he's much more intense and serious in the moment. He really values the intimacy and connection that comes with that precious time together, the act meaning so much to him now that it's with someone he truly loves. His words are soft and kind as he praises every inch of your body, a romantic through and through under his sometimes smarmy facade.

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they?)

Stewy cares about his appearance enough to keep everything clean and neat, knowing he'll be judged the second he walks into any room including the bedroom.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Deep down Stewy is absolutely a romantic. He's never had anywhere to put those feelings (*cough* except Kendall *cough*) so he loves being able to be vulnerable with you now, surrendering his body to you and fully embracing you in return. There's a lot of eye contact, hand holding, communication throughout the whole experience, and he's been known to have a hotel suite lined with candles and flowers for special occasions, never wanting you to feel like he doesn't put in effort to show how much he cares.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Stewy prides himself on having a lot of self control, so he's never been one to regularly jack off, keeping his edge in his mind. Sometimes he'd touch himself in the mornings when he'd wake up hard, but usually if he was in the mood he'd just go to a bar and easily pull a willing participant. Now that you two are an item, he much prefers his experience of being with you, only resorting to solo play when you're away for a long period of time, and even then he likes to dial you up after a scotch so you can still experience the thrill together.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

We've already touched on his breeding kink, and a need to be touching you at every moment, but he's not necessarily a kinky kind of guy. He likes to dominate you when he's had a long, draining day at work, but sometimes when he's been on non-stop success he likes to take a submissive role, to have the power taken away from him with you on top for the night. He's not a full somnophile but he loves when he comes home late at night from meetings, and you've fallen a sleep waiting for him, so he wakes you with soft teasing touches up your thighs and the two of you have sleepy sex before he cuddles up for the night alongside you.

L = Location (favourite places to do it)

Stewy can have a lot of eyes on him when he's out about so he's not one to take risks in public places. He feels most comfortable with you at home in his penthouse, or in private hotel suites. Sometimes in frantic moments he'll take you in the back of town car and send his driver away. And once or twice when you've been shopping together he's followed you into a private dressing room the size of an apartment and showed you exactly how much he likes your new outfit.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Stewy's not the type to get an unwanted boner when he's just out living his life, but sometimes when he's had a particularly successful day at work he'll come home absolutely full of adrenaline and just be begging for you to use him to celebrate. Other times he gets there watching other people flirt with you knowing they can't have you, and when he gets to see you succeeding at life too he can't help but be endlessly attracted to your joy and exuberance.

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn offs)

As much as he likes to see others try and take what's his, Stewy would never want to do anything that ends up with you sharing. He's also not the kind to be violently physical in bed, seeing the whole act as an indicator of your love for each other, not something he wants to cast an aggressive angle on. Your love nest is only a place of safety and family and love to him, so he never wants to lay a hand on you that isn't delicate and pleasurable.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Stewy isn't selfish, but he loves when you give him head. Seeing you settle on your knees beside him, licking your lips as he free him from his tight designer trousers, it's heaven on earth. Immediately the stresses of the day are washed away and replaced with nothing but ecstasy and adoration as your soft lips take him again and again.

He loves the chance to return the favour, especially when he's got all night to get you right to the edge of pleasure again and again, deciding if he wants to overstimulate you by making you cum over and over, or making you wait all night to finally cum on his dick.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Even Stewy's quickies are sensual and romantic, every touch deliberate and intentional, making you feel like the only person on the whole planet. He doesn't mind getting a little bit rough when he's taking control, pinning you under him while you squirm at the endless sensation, but he's not one for rushing the work of art that is the two of you together.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

It's very infrequent that Stewy goes for a quickie, so it would have to be when you're in the mood. Maybe you've been stroking his thigh all through dinner, flashing him that smile that tells him he's going to be lucky to if he makes it the car before your fingertips are on his belt buckle and you're in his lap getting exactly what you want.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Stewy's very happy to experiment with new positions, toys, lingerie, especially if it's something high end he can spoil you with. That being said, so much of his business runs of risks and highly volatile decisions, that in his personal life he prefers to play things safe, his home and his love life a safe haven where he doesn't need to run off adrenaline and arrogance, but on peace and understanding.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Stewy tends to focus on making his rounds with you last as long as possible, focusing on your pleasure always coming first so that by the time he's finished the two of you are completely spent and ready to crash into each other's arms for a cosy rest of the day.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

As much he's up for experimenting, Stewy wouldn't have really used any toys on himself. He much prefers using them to drag out orgasm after orgasm from you, small vibrators and restraints giving him more control to touch every single inch of you and heighten the sensation of the experience for you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Stewy's a wonderful tease, in that he'll tease you until every part of you is tingling and begging for release, tears pricking in your eyes, sure you could be tipped over the edge with nothing more than one of his greedy loving kisses, but he'll always deliver the desperate release you're craving in the end. He just loves seeing you squirm a little first, making sure he's been the best possible lover that he can be for you, making sure no part of you is untouched.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's not the type to moan wildly, but he does love chanting your name in your ear, or whispering compliments as he drives you crazy. You can tell when he's getting close because all his praises stop and dissolve into breathy panting, his brain unable to put words to the incredibly way he makes you feel.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for this character)

When there's been a gala event that Stewy's been dreading for weeks, you 'doffer to do 'anything' to help him have a better night. Stewy thinks through your offer, and realises there's something that will make the night much more enjoyable for him - he orders you a pair of vibrating panties he can control from his smart watch. You can see how excited he is to see you like this, to take this control and try something new, and so you agree to wear them, sliding them under your outfit and practically bolting upright as he 'tests' the controls.

He doesn't start the vibrations right away, letting the anticipation stir inside you for half the night at just the possibilities, your pleasure completely in his hands, powerless in public and waiting to be used. He waits until he notices a guy eyeing you up across the room, his favourite, getting the motor running on low the minute he approached. You fought back little trembles in your words as you spoke, bracing yourself for more but relieved as the interested guy walked away and the vibrations turned off again. Over and over he'd wait for a guy to walk your way, stirring up some low trembling in your thighs, not getting you anywhere close to relief, but leaving you feeling like your legs might give way at any moment. Finally you find yourself seated beside him, the big investors of the evening settled on leather couches in a private room, and that's when he decides to really abuse his power. He places a hand gently on your thigh as he sets the vibration going away, this time stronger, setting pleasure rippling inside you in a way that has you fighting back moans. You try and clench your legs together for relief, but his strong hand keeps them prised apart, making you contribute to conversation every so often to gauge just how breathless he's getting you. You can tell from the devilish look on his face that's enjoying this even more than he hoped, the way you bite your lip driving him crazy until he decides you're ready for the final test. You're breathless, dripping wet, every inch of you throbbing and sensitive, on the cusp of release as Stewy drags you to your feet, saying your goodbyes for the night. He can't resist giving you one greedy kiss before he lets you say goodbye to the rest of the room, cranking the vibrations to highest setting so you have no choice but to moan into his open lips, core tensing and releasing in powerful waves of pleasure, the vibration not slowing as pleasure courses through your veins, coming out the other side into overstimulation as he pulls his lips away and leads you carefully to the car, knowing the minute you have strength back in your legs you'll be getting him back for the night of teasing, and desperately hoping you'll let him do it again.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

Stewy keeps himself in good shape, and is a well built man all over.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Before you came into his life, he wasn't exactly a horndog, but the intense love and adoration he has for you has absolutely turned him into the kind of man that doesn't ever go a moment without thinking of your smile, and mind, and body. He's a lot more desperate for you than he likes to let on, but you've 100% changed how much time he spends thinking about sex for the better, your body becoming one of his favourite places to be.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He tends to feel very content rather than sleepy after he's been with you. Preferring the gentle come down of making you a fancy decaf coffee, leading you into his shower, delicating washing every inch of each other, kissing any delicate places 'better' before finally the two of you curl up together for the night, feeling truly at peace and at bliss together in your little family of two.

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[shivroyspantsuit]

thinking about doggystyle with Stewy. He would be slamming into you like there was no tomorrow, muttering praises like 'good girl' and 'takin' it so well for me baby'. He'd grip your hair and pull your back up to his chest and whisper absolutely filthy things into your ear.

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[jessmarianosslut]

Stewy Hosseini smut hcs bc i make the rules!

also i have a huge daddy kink don’t come at me

stewy hosseini x reader

imagine him coming home after a day of dealing with kendall’s shit.

he’s all pissed off because how dare kendall discredit him again and again

so he’s muttering under his breath, cursing the world

when you walk out of your shared room

you’re startled to see him home, especially since he hasn’t been home in a week because of some stupid business thing

and you are also pretty angry at him for not being there

but you let him walk over to you and just hold you

you let him lead you back to the bedroom without a word

you let him settle between your thighs and start raking your fingers through his hair

“what’s happened now stewy?”

and that sets him off so he just starts ranting

“kendall is a fucking asshole, his fucking ego gets in the way of everything. i try to explain something to him and he just won’t fucking have it.”

and then you had an idea

you knew that stewy needed to let some steam off

and you really wanted to piss him off as punishment for leaving you the entire week

“ yeah, i get it, love. kendall’s ego is probably just a result of being hot and getting everything handed to him his whole life.”

(you never once found kendall attractive)

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. what the fuck did you just say.”

“I said that kendall is just hot and rich, i was agreeing with you.”

and for a second you were so scared that you went overboard

and then stewy got that glint in his eyes

the one that made you know you fucked up big time

stewy pushed himself off the bed and circled you for a moment

“you think he’s hot?”

“duh”

“hotter than me?”

“probably would be better at fucking me”

he snatched the pillow out from under your head and very unceremoniously dropped it on the floor

“what are you doing, stewy?”

you feigned exasperation

then he lifted you up gently placed you on the floor

“ you want to talk like a fucking whore? you’re gonna get fucked like one. none of the princessy shit i normally give you. let’s see kendall do this, slut.”

“take off the shorts”

you really wanted to draw this out

“no”

“you fucking asked for it.”

stewy lowered himself on to the ground and all but tore the silk shorts off you

“stewy! i liked those shorts you asshole.”

and then he was gripping your chin

“don’t talk to me like that, princess.”

a sick smile started to form on his face

he settled between your thighs again, but this time facing your wet cunt

he started like normal, pressing the flat of his tongue to your clit swirling it around

but then he got more aggressive

he slipped a single digit into your cunt and kept eating

fucking his finger in and out of you as he was licking and sucking and grazing the bridge of your clit with his teeth ever so slightly

when your orgasm began to wash over you, you started begging stewy to keep going

but when it was over he didn’t stop

he just kept licking and sucking as you drenched his face

and you were trying desperately to close your legs to no avail

stewy just held your legs in place and administered a swat to your ass

“ please, please no more” as your second orgasm came

mercifully, stewy got up, and you thought it was just to get a washcloth

you started shaking in fear as you heard the sound of a vibrator being turned on

stewy just gave you a kiss on the forehead and shoved it between your legs

you started begging

“please daddy, don’t want to cum anymore.” you were practically sobbing

but he didn’t relent

instead he turned the vibrator up and laughed

he mocked you and pouted “aw, the little slut thinks crying for daddy is going to make this stop.”

your thighs were shaking at this point, already feeling your third orgasm creeping up

you’re trying to curl your head into his shoulder and simultaneously trying to let your cunt escape the vibrator

but he caught on and gripped your hips tightly, pushing the vibrator back on your clit.

“daddy, daddy, please.” as you tried to grip his arm

“no, you’re cumming as much as i want you too. i make the rules, i’m in charge. right now i want you to cum until the only word you can remember is my name.”

and you bursted again, shaking and crying as you did

trying to scramble into stewy’s lap, you clung on to his dress shirt, hoping to avail to his sense of kindness

he laughed though, and said, “kendall’s so hot, why don’t you go beg him for mercy?”

you started slurring your words “please daddy, i don’t even think he’s hot, just wanted attention. you left me, and i just wanted you to pay attention.”

you were starting to get emotional, so stewy just rubbed your back and patted your head.

“i know sweetheart, you know i don’t like being away from you.”

“so it’s over then, we can forget about it?”

and stewy’s smile returned as he chuckled

“I haven’t cum yet.”

he started unzipping his slacks

you were in for it

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[gwilymz]

dry humping with stewy pleaseee 😳😳

what a beautiful idea to wake up to… stewy is so nervous for a business deal and he’s never nervous. he’s been pacing all morning as he’s been getting ready, complaining to you about how this deal would change everything and how stupid they would be not to take the deal. he’s putting on his tie when he breathlessly cards his hand through his hair.

“fuck, can you put my tie on for me?” he’s so desperate and nervous and so unlike your stewy. but god he looks good.

smells like musky aftershave and vanilla and his beard is freshly trimmed, glasses perched on his nose. he never wears them, but when he does you’re in fucking heaven.

you look up at him with doe eyes and he immediately shakes his head.

“no. y/n don’t.” he’s halfway kidding and you can tell by the bulge twitching in his pants; he knows that look. “i just got ready.”

you blink up at him, sighing as you even out either side of his navy blue tie. he looks down at you, how juxtaposed the two of you are. your hair is messy, eyes sleepy and cheeks puffy, wearing an old college t-shirt of his and you’re so fucking beautiful it actually upsets him.

he sits on the edge of the bed, his dominance peering out from behind shaky breaths and furrowed brows. “be a good girl and tie it for me.”

you nod, straddling him, focusing on knotting his tie. you’re hovering over him and he places his hand on the small of your back to push you down; his cock is hard and heavy in his pants.

he grinds you against it, pushing your panties to the side as you finish tightening his tie. you whimper and grab onto stewy’s hair.

“oh no, pretty girl i just spent so much time on that.” he instead holds your wrists behind your back and you moan, leaning forward for a kiss, for the feeling of those soft lips, the taste of spearmint and a morning cigarette.

he lets go of your wrists, wrapping a hand around your throat as you greedily grind against him, moaning into his mouth. he chuckles, palming your ass and moving your hips forward so your clit rubs against the more textured part of fabric next to his zipper.

stewy grunts as you nip at his neck and palm his cock, begging him to let you cum through claiming kisses and wandering hands and that lost look in your face that always happens when stewy is doing such a good job.

“oh honey,” stewy grabs your hair and pushes his thumb into your mouth; your tongue instinctively swirls around the digit. “good girl. you tell me when you’re gonna cum. don’t need you soaking my pants any more than you already have. i’ll take care of you.“

you nod, growing closer as stewy’s hands roam to your hips, so big and strong and assured. you gasp into his mouth, moving faster and stewy groans, moving his hand down; he can tell you’re about to cum.

“please-i need—im gonna,” you nod and stewy coos in your ear.

“oh, sweet girl you’re gonna have to use your words.” stewy loves to taunt and tease.

“please—i’m cumming-“

stewy doesn’t have time to stop it; you grind against him faster, mouth ajar and eyes glassy as you moan his name into his mouth, feeding into his own pleasure.

you grip onto his collar and he grabs your wrists as you come down, pulling you off of him.

“fuck,” he is red in the face. “jesus fucking christ you were going to make me cum in my pants.”

you giggle, hair disheveled, breath uneven.

stewy’s glasses are a tiny bit fogged up; his hair is mussed and his collar wrinkled.

“youre sucking my dick when i get this deal.” stewy readjusts his tie and cleans his glasses, pulling you up for a kiss. “god, you fucking own me.”

#succession #stewy hosseini x reader #stewy hosseini smut #stewy hosseini #i’m so heart eyes for him

[may0tuna]

I don't know what I like more; Stewy calling me a princess or Stewy calling Kendall a princess

#stewy hosseini #stewy succession #succession #stewy hosseini angst #stewy hosseini smut #stewy hosseini imagine #kendall roy #kendall x stewy #kendall logan roy #kendall succession #kendall roy succession #waystar royco

[chaithetics]

Furtive Hands

Pairing: Stewy Hosseini x f (Roy) reader

Word count: 7.3K

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, established/secret relationship, smut, fingering, P in V intercourse, some fluff, soft but also kind of dom-ish Stewy? Vague-ish mentions of canonical childhood abuse/trauma, and toxic family dynamics, Logan makes a cameo at the start (deserves its own warning), Logan's death and grief mentioned also Roman being a bit of a douche. I think that's it?

(Reader is technically a Roy because that's how the plot/idea worked but I avoided physical descriptions other than reader having AFAB physical characteristics. You're more than welcome to canon this reader as being adopted or half-siblings with the other Roys. I try to avoid giving physical characteristics and am tempted to continue to code all my readers as readers of colour out of spite due to the lack of intersectionality in fics. My reader in A Cinematic Lover has no physical characteristics other than being chronically ill but is Desi coded.)

Author's Note: I didn't proofread all of it, whoops. This is also my first time writing Stewy and I'm not too sure how I feel about this fic. I don't feel super confident in saying that "I captured his voice" etc. But I adore Stewy Hosseini and Arian Moayed and we need more Stewy fics. Please let me know your thoughts! I'd really appreciate the feedback :)

Like being in the Roy family, being the youngest in the clan had its perks and downfalls. You’d been able to get away most of your life with your father’s wrath directed towards your older siblings but at a certain point when they’d reached adulthood before you and it was quickly redirected towards you. You and your older brother Connor were the only ones to stay out of the family business, Connor was technically more involved than you which said a lot to anyone familiar with the family’s affairs. 

Despite being the youngest it would be fair to say you were the most emotionally mature of your siblings (although you could easily admit that’s a very low bar) and the most well-adjusted (again, another relatively low bar). You were a practising clinical psychologist who had of course undergone a bunch of therapy yourself for your childhood trauma. You’d wrapped up a session and were walking a patient out before heading back into your office for your office lunch date when you were interrupted by a booming presence. 

“Dad?” You immediately questioned. “What are you doing? You shouldn’t be here-” 

“I thought I’d stop by. See the new office-”

“I’ve had this office for 3 years.” You interjected. 

Logan quirked an eyebrow at that, he seemed almost amused at your assertive call out. You had been a louder child like Roman but unlike your brother, you became quieter as a teenager. You knew your father had assumed that was because you didn’t have whatever “deficiency” he believed Roman had and that you’d grown out of it. The reality was, that it was a trauma response and you’d learnt that life was easier with him if you were quiet and made your presence as sparse as possible. 

He’d always found playing his games with you particularly interesting due to this, you weren’t as quiet now as you were as a teenager and you weren’t as loud as you were as a child, somewhere in the middle. You could slink off at the few family gatherings you intended to not be questioned or dragged into shop talk. But you still had a known presence and you were the only one of his children who could somewhat confidently cut him off and respond to him with what he’d deem as some sense of calmness. You weren’t as pliant to him as your siblings which made his mind games all the more intriguing to him. 

“Right. Well, it’s a nice enough place.” 

“Thanks.” You bit your lip as you waited for your father to continue, he didn’t show up for no reason. 

You were trying to project a calm facade you were starting to worry for a myriad of reasons. With what was going on with your family this wouldn’t be any pure coincidence. You weren’t the most involved in the family business but you were well aware and received updates from Kendall. But there was also concern over the potential sighting of your lunchtime visitor. 

“Well dear, I need you to do something for me.” You tilted your head and your brow furrowed at his words. 

“Since when do you need favours? Specifically favours from clinical psychologists?” You questioned. 

“It’s to do with your siblings.” Logan spoke flatly as he then sat himself down on one of the armchairs in your waiting room. He was mildly irritated that you hadn’t invited him into your office and that you’d kept that room off limits for him, blocking the doorway to it. 

You scoffed at his words and rolled your eyes, one thing was for sure, whatever this was, it wasn’t good. 

“Continue.” 

Logan’s eyes narrowed at you slightly as he watched you as if it was the first time he was seeing you. He was used to you being uninterested and not the way that Shiv tried to play everything cool with Logan. You were genuinely uninterested, your eyes looked cold.

You had a colder approach with your father in comparison to your siblings, it was healthier and the easiest for you to maintain without being sucked in like they were. It wasn’t a big surprise to anyone that you weren’t impressed with the confrontations that happened in your presence, your siblings had weird concepts and responses of support. But there were the built-in responses as you’d gotten older, Kendall defended and you comforted. 

Logan hadn’t always given you a great deal of attention in those moments but he was familiar with your mannerisms as he’d call them now. But today you seemed annoyed, this wasn’t an emotion that Logan felt like he’d seen from his youngest in almost a lifetime. He  found it to almost be the most interesting he’d ever found you, he mused that you must know or be hiding something. 

“Well, you grew up with Kendall, Roman and Siobhan. You understandably know them well and you have a unique skillset with your area of expertise.” He paused for a moment watching your face as he said that before continuing. 

“And?” 

“You would’ve made observations of their behaviours over the years. Symptoms-behaviours- whatever the fuck you want to call it. You have the power to diagnose.” You looked at him and the cooler facade you normally actively projected with him was starting to fade into one of horror. “I’d like you to write a piece on that, about your siblings. Their credibility, illnesses. A media circuit perhaps as well. You’re a credible and telling source.” 

You stared at your father in silence, you didn’t know what to say to him. This was awful, even for him. 

“So?” He broke the silence, his eyes were deadly serious, and his lips were in a small but twisted smirk. 

“No. No! Just no…That’s absolutely fucked up. No.” You looked around starting to think about how messed up that your father hadn’t just come up with this idea but that he was willing to do it to his children, your older siblings and drag you into this. “No, and if I did that who would then get the chance to write the think piece on you?” You asked sardonically rubbing your brow. 

“Well, I’m sure Shiv could whip up a sequel to her letter on Kendall.” He bit back almost nonchalantly. 

“I shouldn’t be surprised but I just can’t get over the fact that you’d do this, that you’d ask me to do this dad. What you did to Kendall after that Board vote, was sick… And again? To all of them?” You were starting to feel nauseous and weaker around him. 

“Are you talking to Kendall?” He asked in a cold tone. 

“He’s my brother.” You raised an eyebrow at him. 

“And I’m your father.” 

“Unfortunately.” You looked into his eyes and bit your cheek. 

He scoffed at that. He’d come in relatively calm, well calm for him but he was quickly becoming agitated at your lack of cooperation.  

“He’s a lousy excuse for a son and a brother.” 

“Kendall doesn’t interrupt my day of work for a fucked up favour.” You spat out, you weren’t shying away from his gaze even though his presence was getting too much for you. “I think you should leave Dad. I have patients and I need to eat something, I need lunch.” 

“Fine. Don’t give my regards to your fucking brother.” He said as he started to get up, you just leaned against the wall. 

“Hey-” Stewy’s voice crackled against the thick tension between you and your father as he waltzed into the entryway of your waiting room. He paused for a second as his gaze quickly landed on your father and you. You thought you saw a brief flicker of panic in his eyes but he quickly and efficiently plastered over it. 

“And what the fuck are you doing here?” Logan directed at Stewy with a huff and an eye roll. Logan’s concern and suspicion were piqued significantly now as his disappointed gaze flicked over to you. 

“Well sir Roy, your deleterious business plans and board meetings are getting a bit too traumatic, that much I now need to see Dr Roy.” Stewy immediately and confidently jumped in, his playful and pointed lie came across smoothly and convincingly. Logan scoffed at that and started to walk out. 

“Don’t think about trying any of your peacock philandering with my daughter,” Logan said to Stewy as he walked past him. 

“How thoughtful, safe travels sir.” Stewy laughed off Logan’s comment which just seemed to irritate him more. 

“Think about it.” Logan said as he looked back at you as he was in the doorway, you just held his gaze for a moment. 

“I’ll see you at the wedding.” You calmly stated, he narrowed his eyes again at you for a second and then just walked off. 

**********

Stewy wasn’t a patient of yours, he fortunately never had been, that would’ve been a massive ethical violation. He was meeting you at the office for lunch, something that you two often did. It had been vaguely discussed in the past that if somebody ever saw him in your office it could be easy to dismiss it as him being a patient or wanting some kind of psychological consultation relating to work. It was never an excuse that had been needed before today and you were surprised at how quickly Stewy went into that mode and how he simply sold it. 

You were sitting on the sofa in your office with your legs in Stewy’s lap, he had an arm over the back of the sofa and his other hand was gently caressing your legs as you recounted the brief visit from your father before Stewy came. Stewy was playful and a bit chaotic but he was also intelligent and he could be serious and thoughtful, which he often was for you. 

“I should call Kendall before something happens.” You said looking at Stewy and he nodded, continuing his comforting, soft touches on your sprawled-out legs. 

You grabbed your phone and called Kendall, the phone barely rang before it was answered. 

“Yo?”

“Dad came by the office earlier today.” 

“Oh? What did the old fuck want?” Kendall teased.

“He asked me to write a piece on you, Rome and Shiv. To air out everyone’s laundry, basically ‘diagnose’ you all and try to discredit your side of what’s going on. It was so fucked up Ken.” There was a pause for a moment, you heard Kendall sigh and then inhale. You made eye contact with Stewy who was silent and watching you. 

You had a requited soft spot for Kendall. He was your older brother and he was a good one at that. He was fiercely defensive of all his siblings, which he seemed to prioritise over his own trauma and feelings in confrontations with your father. But as the baby of the family and not having the same tongue as your siblings, you suppose you came across as weaker, more vulnerable. You’d concluded a long time ago that this added to the soft spot that Kendall has for you. You also thought subconsciously it was also linked to the fact that you were the most patient and sympathetic sibling he had. 

“What did you say?” Kendall finally asked, his voice was more serious now. 

“I said no, a bazillion times. I told him it was sick and asked him to leave.”

Ken nodded, and then he remembered that you couldn’t see that. 

“That’s pretty fucked up. Not surprising though I guess…”

“Are you with Rome and Shiv?” You asked. 

“Uh-huh, they’re in the uh, they’re inside.” Kendall answered quickly. 

“Can you tell them?” 

“Yeah, sure but-” 

“I’m really sorry Ken but I have another patient soon, I just wanted to tell you as soon as I could in case something happened. I didn’t want to do it over text.” You answered. 

“Okay, I’ll see you at the rehearsal. Thanks as well.” His second sentence was softer. 

“Yeah, of course. See you then.” You then hung up and looked at Stewy. 

“Did he sound okay to you?” You asked Stewy. 

“Sounded pretty okay for Ken.” Stewy responded as he moved his hand away from your legs and to hold your now phone-free hand. You just nodded and Stewy changed the subject to something else for the rest of your lunch hour which you appreciated. 

****** 

You would say you have a complicated but good relationship with your siblings. While you had the same mother as Kendall, Shiv, and Roman, you and Connor were bonded by your outcast status regarding family affairs. You didn’t agree with a lot of the opinions that left Connor’s mouth but he was still a compassionate older brother to you. You often were iced out together at family gatherings as it was all a business opportunity for your father’s attention. 

You were glad that you just had to relay your father’s request to Kendall. Roman was unpredictable and Shiv would’ve assumed that you had sold them out and this was a mind game. An opinion she’d probably make clear to everyone else and in some way to you as well. 

There had always been significant sibling rivalry in the Roy household. But Shiv had always seen you as her competition in particular, you two were the only women and she lived in a man’s world always striving to prove herself out of spite and nature. Even now she still believed your kinder nature was an act to disarm. She never hid the looks of distrust in her eyes.  

You were now home. You still had your apartment and stayed there occasionally but that was more to save face than anything else. Somewhere along the timeline of your relationship, you’d almost practically moved into Stewy’s apartment. The walk-in wardrobe was equally divided, and your favourite teas were in the kitchen. “It’s closer to your office” had been the justification at the time when he’d been encouraging you to stay over more. 

It was surprising that you hadn’t been caught yet with that in mind, part of you would sometimes wonder if your siblings did know but they were saving it but you knew that if they did it would’ve come out to slap you in the face by now. 

When you’d first met Stewy what felt like a million years ago you never would’ve expected something like this to happen. Then when this all happened and started a few years ago it was still, very unexpected. But he knew probably better than what anyone else would ever be able to comprehend what it meant to get seriously involved with a Roy, even one not involved in the family business. He and Kendall had an interesting friendship and history, with Stewy having been mostly good to your brother. But Stewy was always good to you. 

As you let yourself in you kicked off your shoes lost in your thoughts but you quickly noticed Stewy wasn’t back yet. This wasn’t a surprise though, your job meant you got to work more of a typical 9-5. Something you were grateful for, it seemed like life was just one, endless business meeting and opportunity for everyone involved at Waystar. 

You’d made yourself a cup of tea and were now leaning against the bench in the kitchen with it while scrolling on your phone. You had Google alerts set for all of your immediate family and Stewy, surprisingly there didn’t seem to be too much drama online today. 

“Ugh, fuck!” Stewy’s voice boomed and you heard a bang. 

“Shit, Stewy? Are you okay?” You quickly called out as you made your way over to the apartment's entryway. 

“Yeah, just tripped over your shoes again.” Stewy responded with an amused expression as he took his shoes off and moved them along with yours out of the way. 

This wasn’t the first time it had happened and Stewy knew it wouldn’t be the last. 

“I’m sorry.” You said bashfully as you walked over to hug him, pressing a soft, playful kiss to his lips. “I guess, it’s a good thing you love me.” You kissed him again, teasingly nipping on his bottom lip that was in between yours. 

“You’re such a brat baby.” Stewy smirked as his hand wrapped more firmly around your waist and he kissed you back. 

“I thought you loved that?” You teased between kisses as each one became more heated and desperate with lust. Despite Stewy often being caught or easily roped into your family drama he was the best distraction, escape and companion from everything. 

“I do.” Stewy breathed out as he continued to kiss you and was now kissing your jaw. 

“And I love you…” You whimpered out as his lips started to travel down your neck. He now had you pressed against the wall.  

“And what is it that you love exactly baby?” Stewy purred out as he nibbled around your pulse point. He was always such a tease. 

“I love your hair-” You moaned out as you dug your fingers into his soft, gorgeous curls that were always perfect. “Your voice, eyes, those goddamn turtlenecks, your smile, your colossal vocabulary-” 

“Didn’t you say it was farcical the other day?” Stewy said as he stopped kissing you and looked at you. 

“Stewy!” You whined out, you couldn’t feel his lips on you any more but you could still feel him against you but it wasn’t enough. You needed him. His gorgeous dark eyes were blown out with lust but he had his signature playful, mischievous smirk painted across his face as he cruelly teased you. “You’re such a tease.” 

“I thought you loved that.” He quipped back. You rolled your eyes and took the bait.  

“I do, I love how much of a tease you are.” He felt your breath against his neck as you spoke and then pressed a kiss against his neck, breathing him in. He always smelt so good, despite being a bit of a natural peacock it wasn’t showy, it was more subtle but strong enough. You were certain there was sandalwood in his cologne. “I also love how you feel inside of me.” You spoke as your soft lips kissed his handsome jaw, your soft lips a burning contrast against the tickle of his perfectly trimmed beard. 

“Someone’s getting laid tonight.” Stewy got out, pressing his hips against you as you continued kissing along his jaw and neck, tugging his now tousled curls. 

“That was the plan after all Mr. Hosseini.” You smirked against his neck, feeling him continue to harden against you. He let out a soft, melodic moan as you sucked softly on his neck. 

“How does now sound?” 

“Perfect.” You left his neck to kiss him on the lips, you moaned against his mouth as his teeth clashed against yours. 

One of his hands left your waist to quickly unbutton your pants. Once he’d done that, he quickly slipped a hand in, teasing you as he palmed you and then started to tease your bundle of nerves over your underwear. Your arousal had already started to dampen your underwear and it only grew with his attention. You continued to moan against him, as he gingerly traced a pattern.  

“You’re already so wet and I’ve barely touched you.” Stewy teased. “So beautiful and needy.”

Stewy smirked as he felt you press into his hand more, even with the friction of your underwear, you needed more. You wanted him then and there. You kept hungrily kissing him, feeling starved. Stewy snaked a finger under your underwear and rubbed it along your clitoris for a few seconds before dipping it inside of you making you gasp. 

“More, please Stewy.” You begged between kisses, panting as he chuckled. 

“Such a desperate girl with a needy pussy.” Stewy whispered into your ear as he added a second finger in, he picked up the pace a bit he continued to finger you and his thumb moved to rub over your clitoris a few times. His fingers were covered in your slick and you didn’t have any interest in holding back any of your moans. 

You stayed sandwiched between the wall and Stewy, just moving to press your head against his shoulder, the fabric of his blazer muffled some of your moans as he continued to finger you. You looked down and started to undo his belt and pants. 

“What do you think you're doing baby?” Stewy asked in a low voice that was just making the space in between your thighs grow into an even bigger pool of dampness, you were melting against him. 

“I want you.” You tilted your head up so it was still resting against his shoulder but you were now facing his neck more, you started to kiss his neck again, biting it softly and then licking it. “I want you to fuck me Stewy.” 

“Beg.” Stewy breathed out as he let out a little moan as your tongue darted over his pulse point. His fingers were still entering you but not as deep as before and his thumb was painfully slowly, languidly massaging your bundle of nerves. 

“Please Stewy. Fuck me, I need to feel you deep inside of me.” You nipped him softly right near his pulse point and revelled in the groan he let out at that. “Please, I’m begging you Stewy. I need you.” 

“Tell me exactly what you need.” His thumb cruelly left your clitoris for a moment making you gasp out in shock but he added a third finger inside of you, getting to that soft spot that made you melt and his thumb gently returned to your clitoris after a few seconds. 

“I uh, I-I need you. I need you inside of me now Stewy. I need to feel your cock inside of me.” You moaned out. “Nobody has ever and could ever fill me up the way you do. It feels so good, you make me feel so good. Pl-please Stewy. Please.” You mewled out and you couldn’t quite see his face but you knew it would have that beautiful arrogant smirk. 

“I’ll fuck you, baby. I just need you to come for me first, you can do that, right? I can tell your desperate little pussy is already so close.” You nodded desperately, he wasn’t wrong. You were close to unravelling, he could tell from your breathing and how you weren’t just flooding his fingers but also clamping around him. 

“I’m so close, Stew, fuck.” You moaned out, panting against his neck, it tickled him slightly. You bit your lip and moaned against his neck, he could feel the vibration of it and he loved that, that and the sound of your pleasure. You could feel it coming and gasped into his neck again as you came, Stewy could feel it and smiled as his fingering eased to a slower, gentler pace as you came down from your orgasm. 

“How was that?” He smirked as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. 

“It was- it was…” You paused for a moment as your breathing started to settle, your heart was still pounding from that high though. “Good.” 

“Good? Only good?” He questioned with a tone of mock hurt.

“Just shut up and fuck me now, please Stew.” You bit his neck, just feeling even more needy for him than you did before. 

“I thought you liked my colossal vocabulary and voice?” He teased as he playfully grinded into you “I distinctly remember you saying so a few minutes ago.” 

“You’re so mean Stewy.” You giggled softly, gently pulling on the roots of his curls. 

“Was that just to get me into your pants?” Stewy paused the grinding, his tone acting as if he was hurt and that the insinuation was possibly true. 

“I guess not because that obviously didn’t work very well.” You responded, leaning back against the wall. He raised an eyebrow at you and then looked down at his belt. You rolled your eyes playfully and started to undo his belt, palming him. He was completely hard but you already knew this from when he’d been grinding into you. 

“Bedroom baby.” Stewy moaned out as you pulled his hard cock out and rubbed it with one hand. 

“You can fuck me here, you’ve done it before.” You pouted and he just chuckled as you kept up with your ministrations. 

“You said I was mean, so you’re not getting it here. You can wait the whole ten seconds it takes to walk to the bed. Our bed for me to have my way with you.” Stewy’s voice was low and firm but there was still that natural teasing tone there. 

You walked briskly to the bedroom that you two shared and Stewy followed and chuckled over the eagerness of your gait. As soon as you both were in the clean room, you kissed him hungrily again. He smirked and expertly unbuttoned your blouse as you pushed his blazer off. You kicked your pants and underwear off and he quickly followed suit. 

Stewy pressed you into the bed and you tugged on the turtleneck he was still wearing to bring him closer to you and then started to push it up off him. 

“Do you love my turtleneck baby?” Stewy teased as you did. 

“Absolutely love it.” You breathed out with a smirk. 

As soon as it was off and thrown to the floor, you were kissing each other again as if you couldn’t survive without the other. You were running your hands over Stewy’s back and up his neck to the luscious locks you loved as he quickly undid your bra. You were both now naked and he continued to kiss you as his hands cupped your chest. 

You moaned out as he started to caress you and pinch your nipples. His lips travelled from yours down to your jaw, your throat, he kissed your breasts and teasingly licked along your nipple for a minute as he started to rub your heat with his other hand. 

“Please Stewy.” You begged out in a desperate moan as your eyes were closed in pleasure. 

“Please, fuck you?” He again teases as he starts to line himself up at your entrance. 

“Yes, please that.” 

Stewy stopped his teasing and happily obliged after what felt like an eternity of almost edging. He pressed his head into you and you gasped as he did, gently scratching his shoulders as he did. It wasn’t long till he was bottomed out, he waited a few seconds for you to adjust before he started to slowly thrust inside of you, eliciting the most melodic moans he’d ever heard. 

“You’re so beautiful and tight, I love being inside of you baby.” Stewy cooed out as his pace quickly picked up a deeper and slightly faster rhythm. 

“You feel so good Stewy, so good inside of me.” You mewled out. 

Your words were literal music to his ears and it wasn’t long till he was grunting out as his thrusts became deeper and harder. 

It was so easy to become lost in Stewy. Especially when he was fucking you like this, having his way with you in the bed you shared. How couldn’t you be lost in him when your eyes were open he was all you could see?

His scent was dizzying as it mixed with the sweat he’d built up from snapping his hips into yours, he was all you could feel, on you and in you, his grunts, words and the filthy sounds you were making together were all you could hear. Stewy was intoxicating, overwhelming, a sensory overload in the most spectacular way. 

You were pulling on his hair as you felt him hitting that perfect soft spot deep inside of you. Your bundle of nerves was already sensitive from the teasing and your earlier orgasm and you could feel the warmth of another orgasm building. 

Stewy wasn’t clueless about this, he could feel you clenching around him especially as he reached that sensitive spot of yours and you were flooding him in your arousal. Other than the feeling of being buried deep inside of you, Stewy couldn’t think of anything sweeter than the noises of your moan and whimpers and the sounds of the squelches made of him thrusting into you and being met with your juices. 

Stewy continued to pound into you, his thrusts were faster and needier, and he was getting close himself. He pressed some sloppy kisses to your neck that warmed your insides up even more with desire and love for him. Stewy’s lips travelled back to yours and you opened your mouth inviting him in as your tongues and teeth passionately attacked each other. 

The kiss became deeper and deeper, you wrapped your legs tightly around his waist and felt him groan at that against your lips which in turn made you smirk. You two continued to kiss and he started to rub your clitoris with his thumb, you moaned into his mouth at the sweet pressure and slightly writhed under him. 

“That feels so good Stew.” You panted out as the kiss broke for a second and you both panted as he continued to thrust into you while rubbing a circular pattern on your bundle of nerves getting closer to their peak. 

“You feel so good. I love you.” He panted out between moans, as his eyes rolled back at the feeling of your velvety walls clenching around him. 

“I love you too.” You moaned out, as your legs tightened slightly around him and you scratched his back. “I’m, so, so, so close.” 

“Yeah? I can feel that baby. Oh fuck, I want you to come for me, come on my cock baby.” He encouraged as he continued. Kissing along your pulse point, fully knowing that would drive you closer to your climax. 

You moaned out while scratching his back and pulling on his hair as you unravelled from your orgasm. Stewy smirked against your neck and continued to massage your sensitive bundle of nerves and thrust at the same, perfect speed as you chased your orgasm and rode out that high. 

“Thank you, baby, that was so good. I want you to come, to fill me up.” You panted out as you placed a hand to cup his cheek as his hips continued to snap back into yours. 

“Fuck, I’m pretty close.” 

You dug your nails into his back as he felt you clench around him in the most spectacular way as you orgasmed and post that. He began to chase his own high and you knew he was close as his thrusts spread up and the pace was more sporadic than rhythmic. 

After a couple more minutes of thrusts, Stewy grunted and kissed you more desperately than he had all day and finally chased his own climax and finished inside of you. Before he pulled out the kiss changed to a gentle, affectionate one and you lightly combed your hands through his hair and then ran them along his face and jaw as he kissed you like that. 

Stewy kissed your forehead softly and then pulled out to go towards the ensuite to get a washcloth to clean up the mess you had made together. He was so firm but gentle with you. 

After that, he laid in bed again on his back, you were cuddled into his side, with your head on his warm chest feeling almost half asleep. 

“What do you think of marriage now?” Stewy asked interrupting the peaceful post-sex silence. There was an air of playfulness but his voice was softer, quieter, almost sleepy. 

“Pardon?” You shifted slightly off his chest to get a better look at his face. You were certain you’d heard him correctly but you weren’t sure if maybe you’d fully given into sleep and this was gibberish or a dream. 

“We’ve talked about eloping before.” 

“Yeah, yes we have but-” 

“I wasn’t joking.” Stewy said as he gently held your chin between his index finger and his thumb. His voice was still soft but it was a bit firmer now, more serious than tired or playful. You bit your lip unsure of what to say as he continued to look into your eyes with his beautiful, diluted ones. 

“You know what that would entail Stewy. Your career-” 

“I do and-” 

“Stewy.” You rested your chin on his chest looking at him. He could see that you were tired. 

“So you don’t want to marry me right before your brother and Willa? Maybe a day or two after? Get that IUD out, then pop out a few babies. I’ll even be super fucking generous and get a vasectomy.” His tone was more teasing now and you had a feeling the humour wasn’t completely genuine but partially a cover-up of possible hurt. 

“Sweetie, I love you. Can we talk about this tomorrow? Maybe not talk about this ‘post-coitus’.” You offered him a small smile and combed your fingers through his hair, admiring the dark locks and the stunning strands of silver. 

“Yes ma’am.” Stewy nodded and kissed your forehead. You settled back into his chest and it wasn’t long until you had dozed off in his arms and on the comfortable pillow of his chest with the reassuring sound of his heartbeat. 

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You’d been the only one of your siblings to stay for Connor’s wedding. Weddings were just business opportunities in the world of the Roys, grief couldn’t exist with the market and leadership decisions. You didn’t like how the wedding or death side of that traumatic day went down or how it was handled but unexpected deaths weren’t meant to be convenient or follow logic. 

You were now in your deceased father’s penthouse at his wake, having spent most of the morning hiding in a corner from as many eyes as possible. You’d really only spoken to Connor and Willa, your other siblings were in a sitting room being as business-focused as possible. 

It had been a little while into the Wake and you were with your siblings when Stewy and the Furnesses came in. Connor and Willa had been the easiest to talk to which wasn’t really anything new. Kendall and you occasionally made little remarks to each other and even you and Shiv exchanged some looks over other people’s comments or well, audacity.

You took Stewy’s handsome face in, he looked well-rested and fresh-eyed despite the fact that he’d been up most of the night with grieving you. He was handsomely dressed and groomed as always. You wanted to be held by him again, to leave and be curled up in a ball with him. Normally you two acted amicably when your paths crossed in the Roy world and public like this. But you were too depressed and exhausted for the usual furtive nature. 

He’d hugged and given his condolences to your sister Shiv and then she’d moved on to Sandi. You looked at Stewy and gave him a small smile, he went to give you a hug and a faux kiss on the cheek as he did for Shiv but you needed more than that, you needed him. You genuinely hugged him and pressed your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat, a firm, undeniable reminder that he was there was always comforting. You didn’t care that your siblings were nearby, it wasn’t an indecent act. 

Stewy couldn’t and wouldn’t say no to affection from you ever, let alone in your state in this context. He reciprocated the genuine hug and you held onto him for maybe a few seconds longer than you should’ve if you wanted to avoid the suspicion of your siblings. 

You pulled away despite never wanting to do and tilted your head to see that he was looking at you warmly, sympathy written all over his eyes. His hands had moved to softly rest on the sides of your arm, the touch was comforting but could easily be perceived and argued as platonic to an onlooker. He had a small, genuine smile on his face as he looked at you. 

“Hey,” he said softly. 

“Hey.” You responded back quietly. You wanted to kiss him, you were almost tempted to and then Kendall was quickly whisking Stewy away. 

You went back to your corner and eventually, you were joined by Kendall and Roman. You saw that Stewy was making his rounds of small talk and his eyes occasionally wandering, searching for you to see where you were and how you were doing. 

“Have you thought about psychoanalysing yourself?” 

“What?” You questioned exhaustedly as your mind was pulled away from stealing glances at Stewy by Roman’s words. 

“That was a bit too touchy with Ken-doll’s boyfriend.” Roman retorted. “I didn’t realise jumping on your brother’s BFF was one of the five stages of grief.” 

“Excuse me?” You now glared at him. 

“Oh, I guess it must be a new one they added in.  Are you gonna get a model named after yourself? Or are you saving the Roy model for something more fucked up?” 

“I’m not doing this Roman.” You sighed in exasperation and walked off to find a glass of wine but were quickly disturbed again. 

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t actually know about you two,” Kendall smirked as he whispered to you. 

“What the fuck Ken?” You jumped at the fright from Kendall, you were grateful that you were still empty-handed or else you’d have stained your outfit if not all of your surroundings from your brotherly jumpscare. Your reaction just made Kendall’s smirk grow. “You knew? But Stewy never told you.” 

“He didn’t. I figured out a while ago that you two were uh…” He dramatically paused for a moment as if he was thinking of the right word with a teasing smirk. “Copulating.” 

“Ken!” You elbowed him softly to try and get him to quieten down. “Why did you never say anything?” You quietly questioned. 

“Well, it was pretty fucking weird at first. He’s not the worst Harvard finance bro out there.” Kendall said with a playful expression. “He keeps you happy-adjacent right?” 

“Yeah, he does. Thank you.” You gave Kendall a tight-lipped but grateful smile. 

“You know, you don’t have to hide it anymore right?” 

You looked up at Kendall, questioning him with your eyes. You and Stewy’s relationship was complicated and you’d say it was pretty healthy despite the furtive nature, it had been that way for everyone’s personal and professional sake. Kendall’s smirk started to slowly slip as he took in your expression. 

“He’s dead.” Kendall spoke softly as you stared into each other’s eyes, he placed his hand on your arm as his face grew more serious. You eyed Kendall trying to find the right words. Sure your father had been part of it but it was a complicated situation with many pieces. 

“I could live with dad icing me out, cutting that relationship. I made peace with what that is a while ago. But-but, it’s when Roman, Shiv, and you. That’s what really hurts.” 

“That’ll be all that Roman says and well Shiv, she’ll only say anything about it behind your back.” 

“So comforting and reassuring.” You dryly said. 

“I’ll send you the invoice for Kendall Roy’s Therapy.” He teased and you both chuckled dryly at that. 

There wasn’t much else to say to that and you knew Kendall wasn’t ready to talk about the bigger problems yet so you gave your brother a tight hug that he quickly reciprocated. You stayed in each other’s arms for a few moments, it was healing and reassuring in a way. 

You then left to sit on a miraculously empty couch as Kendall went off to talk to Roman and Shiv again about company matters you didn’t want to hear about and that they wouldn’t want to discuss in front of you or Connor anyway. As you sat there, Stewy caught your eyes again and this time he finally came over. He sat next to you on the sofa but left a reasonable, person-sized gap between the two of you. 

“Kendall knows, you know.” You quietly state looking at him tiredly, the events of the last 24 hours and your lack of sleep were quickly catching up with you. 

“Well, I’m in private equity not acting baby.” You scoff at that and smile, sinking a little further into the sofa. 

“Perspicuously not in comedy either, babe.” You say with a smile that grows. You tilt your head to look at his expression, his big beautiful eyes are watching you and there’s the cocky smile plastered on his face that you’re in love with. 

“I’ve learnt it’s best to save the wit for the Roys.” He shoots back with a mischievous gleam in his eye. 

Stewy’s here and he’s being cheeky for your sake. You love that about him, his tongue isn’t biting like your siblings but his humour is a way of showing up. 

“Do you want to go on the balcony for a minute?” You questioned. “I want some fresh air.” 

“Yeah, yeah, sure.” He leaned his hand over that empty space of safety between you two to squeeze your hand for a second before you got up and he then followed you. 

He leant against the railing and watched you once you were both out on the much more, pleasantly quiet balcony. 

You laid your head against his chest and wrapped your arms around him, listening to his heart calmly beat as he pressed his chin against the top of your head and exhaled. Stewy’s thumb was tracing reassuring patterns on your arm. He hummed softly for a moment and you could feel the vibration of it on the top of your skull. 

You and Stewy both knew this was a sure way to be caught but neither of you cared in this moment and didn’t care about any of the consequences. They were manageable, they felt minor now and realistically they were. This would shift the family dynamic and having furtive hands with your lover always seemed to you to be in the best interests of Stewy’s career and the dramas between him, Kendall and Waystar. 

You were pretty okay with being out in the open with Stewy and he felt the same way. As the relationship went on, he wanted that more and more. His post-coitus conversation was serious and not a post-orgasm thought. 

“You were serious about eloping before Connor’s wedding weren’t you?” 

“Probably poor taste to say it right now but yes baby, dead serious.” 

You laughed at that and he felt it vibrate against him and it made him smile. He just wanted to bring you a bit of comfort and joy on an awful day like today. 

“I don’t think it’s a bad idea.” 

“Are you saying you want to get eloped?” 

“Well, I was thinking of leaking the story to ATN that Stewy Hosseini is so whipped by the Roys that he gets a vasectomy for one and not the one they’d expect.” You teased, laughing a bit more and he laughed as well. 

“Well, as much as I think we could find you something short to wear as an elopement dress, maybe something fun and scandalous like Sharon Tate’s since you like those old flicks. I don’t think we should leave your dad’s wake to go off and elope, might be the cultural upbringing differences but seems a little rude to me.” Stewy teased, you laughed and kissed him on the lips softly for a moment. 

“How does tomorrow sound?” 

“For an elopement?” “Yeah.” 

“Perfect.” 

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Clandestine. Part Two.

The affair was always a ticking time bomb. No one could have predicted how big the explosion would be.

Part One. Part Three.

Pairing - Stewy Hosseini x Female Roy Reader

Age Rating - 18+

Warnings - cursing. so much angst. sorry not sorry <3

Word Count - 1.7k

Author's Note - thank you thank you thank you for all of the love on clandestine!! it makes me so happy that so many people love reading stewy fics, because there is a criminal lack of them on here. i am more than happy to provide <3 as always, feedback and reblogs are massively appreciated !!

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Knock. Knock. Knock.

Your eyes blink open, sunlight streaming through the sheer curtains. You’re resting comfortably on Stewy’s chest, both of his strong arms wrapped around you. You yawn sleepily, wondering what’s awoken you.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Oh. That. You check the clock on the nightstand, realising that it’s only 7am. On a Saturday. Who’s knocking on the door at 7am on a Saturday morning?

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Fuck, is the noise getting louder? You nudge Stewy carefully, waking him.

“There’s someone banging on your door,” you whisper.

He groans and untangles his legs from yours. He throws on a pair of boxers, and moves to investigate the source of the knocking. You listen intently, curious to know who’s trying to gain Stewy’s attention so determinedly.

The door swings open.

“Ken?” Stewy questions, and you can almost hear the fear in his voice.

“Hey, man. Where the fuck is my sister?”

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You're half awake and disorientated. Stewy got up to find out who was at the door 10 minutes ago, and frankly, you're getting worried. Against your better judgement, you throw on his shirt from the night before and make your way out of the bedroom.

You enter the living room to be met face to face with Kendall. Shit.

You briefly wonder if you can play it off, fabricate a story, tell him it's not what it looks like!

Apart from, it's exactly what it looks like.

Someone from Kendall's team saw you and Stewy leave the gala together. And now you're here, in his living room, wearing nothing but his shirt. And your shoes are by the front door. And there's a wine glass with your lipstick print on it abandoned on the counter.

There's no getting out of this one.

Stewy wants to scream, yell at you to go back to his room. He wants to pick you up and throw you out of sight, praying Kendall hasn't noticed all the tell tale signs. But it's too late. He has.

"Okay. Uh - what the fuck is going on?"

Kendall asks the question while looking between the two of you like some sort of cartoon character doing a double take. It doesn't require a genius to figure it out, but Kendall needs to hear one of you say it out loud.

"Listen, Ken-"

"Ken, don't get mad-"

You both speak at the same time, verbally tripping over each other. You've never actually discussed what you'd do or say if you got found out. You both just always naively assumed it wouldn't happen.

You sit down on the edge of the couch, and look at your brother earnestly.

"Ken, I'm not going to sit here and lie to you. It isn't fair. But you can't get mad when I tell you the truth."

"I'll be the judge of that," he mutters sassily. You decide the backtalk is a result of his confusion, and give him a pass.

"Will you come and sit with me, please? The standing is making me nervous. I feel like I'm on trial."

"You might be. I haven't decided yet."

You can't tell if he's joking. He's certainly not smiling.

Kendall moves to sit down next you. Stewy follows, perching himself on the opposite end to give you space. Close enough if you need him, far enough that it won't upset your brother more.

"Start talking," he commands, still confused.

"It's... well I - we - me and Stewy, we're -"

"Together," Stewy finishes for you. Kendall glares at him, and he decides he'll keep his mouth shut for a while.

"Yeah, we're together," you continue. "We have been for over a year. It isn't just sex, or anything. I'm in love with him."

It's weird to finally bear this truth after keeping it a secret for so long. It feels wrong, but also refreshing - like a bitter lemon on a hot day.

Kendall is scarily silent.

"You're... kidding, right?" he asks, finally breaking through the quiet.

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" you question, anger bubbling up. "It's my life, Kendall. It actually doesn't matter who I date. It doesn't change anything. It doesn't make a difference."

He looks at you incredulously.

"You're so fuckin' naive. How can you sit here and tell me this doesn't change anything?"

You go to speak, but he continues.

"You lied to me, first off. Both of you. For God knows how long-"

"Kendall-"

"Let me fucking finish."

You shrink back into the couch, willing it to swallow you.

"You both lied to me. You broke my trust... and uh, that fucking hurts, actually. And then there's the business side of things. You work for Waystar. Stewy is a board member. That's a conflict of interest."

You scoff at him, but then realise he's deadly serious.

"... A conflict of interest?"

"It's against company policy. How am I going to trust you? How is anyone? Information might get leaked. What if I tell you something, and then you tell Stewy? And he tells Sandy and Sandi, and then the Pierces, and all of a sudden nothing is private anymore. I. Can't. Trust. You."

Tears are welling up in your eyes quicker than you can control. You're trying to take deep breaths, begging yourself not to cry in front of Kendall.

"You're breaking my fucking heart, Ken," you whisper.

"Yeah? Well I walked in here this morning, and you broke mine first."

A choked sob escapes you, and the floodgates open. Fresh, hot tears sprint down your cheeks, landing in your lap. Stewy can't stand to sit and watch any longer.

"Okay, man, that's enough. This isn't fair."

"What's not fair is the two people I trust the most both lying to my face for a year. That's what isn't fucking fair."

With that, Kendall stands up and strides towards the front door, slamming it behind him as he leaves. The minute he's gone, Stewy is wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

"It's okay, baby," he murmurs, stroking your hair. "He'll come around. We'll be okay. If we stick together, we'll be okay."

His reassurances are only making you cry harder, sobs escaping you uncontrollably. You eventually exhaust yourself, falling into a restless sleep in Stewy's arms on the couch.

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You wake up in bed. You've temporarily forgotten the events of the morning, before it all comes crashing back down around you suddenly. Distantly, you can hear Stewy in the kitchen, talking on the phone. You look around the room, and know what you have to do.

You leave the bedroom with a bag in hand, throwing it onto the ground as you grab your shoes. Stewy clocks you, and hangs up the phone.

"Can I call you back? Thanks, man. I'll see you tomorrow."

He runs over to where you're slipping your heels on, precariously balanced against the side of the couch.

"Honey, where are you going?" he questions, panic washing over him at your frantic state. "Wait, have you packed a bag?"

He's trying to catch your eyes, but you keep looking away, desperate to avoid his unrelenting gaze.

"I'm going home."

A pause.

"... This is your home."

You knew he'd say that. It hurts just the same.

"No, Stewy, this is your home. My apartment is across town."

"You haven't been there in months. All your stuff is here. Baby, talk to me. What's going on? Did Kendall get in your head?"

"Kendall's right!" you shout, trying to pick up your bag. Stewy gets there first and grabs it, flinging it behind him, out of your reach.

"About what? He's just in shock, baby! He's confused and he feels betrayed. You don't owe him fuckin' anything. Not after everything that family has put you through."

"They're still my family. I can't lose my entire family, Stewy!"

"What kind of fucking family stab each other in the back? Lie to each other? Sell each other out for business? You're better off without them and you know it."

You know he's right. You're trying to convince yourself he isn't.

"You heard what he said! He won't trust me anymore. No one will. It's shitty, but my job is important to me. I can't be known as the Roy liability."

"Trust me, honey, you're the least likely to be named the Roy liability."

"That's not the point! You're not listening to me. I'm the youngest, I've had to fight for respect every fucking day of my life. I'm finally where I deserve to be. I can't throw it all away for... for love!"

Stewy flinches like you've punched him in the gut. He takes a step back and leans against the kitchen island, trying to keep his balance.

"What happened to 'you and me against the world', huh?" he murmurs.

"I think I got too wrapped up in this - in us. I was stupid to think it could work. We both were."

"I wasn't," he replies defiantly. "I knew exactly what I was getting into. I knew it would be really fucking difficult and I loved you anyway."

Stewy swears his hard breaks so hard, the both of you hear it shatter. A silent tear rolls down his cheek, big brown eyes filled with sadness.

"I'm not sorry for loving you," you whisper. "I'm sorry for a lot of things, but never for loving you."

"If you meant that, you wouldn't be giving up."

You duck your head, unable to look at him any longer.

"This isn't giving up. This is... quitting while we're ahead. If we keep going, we'll just end up having a huge, horrible, public breakup," you stop, and take a deep breath. "I think we were always doomed to fail."

Stewy thinks about the diamond ring that sits in a box in the top drawer of his nightstand. Doomed to fail.

You finally look up at him, and all the air leaves your lungs. You've never seen him look so defeated, so vulnerable. You're the cause of this. And you hate yourself for it.

You pad across the kitchen and pick up your bag from where he threw it, before stopping in front of him.

"I don't regret you, Stewy Hosseini. I never will."

With that, you stride out of the front door, closing it gently behind you. Stewy is left, cold and empty, in the apartment that no longer feels like home.

so... part 3??

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Business with Pleasure (PART 2)

Pairing: Kendall Roy x Reader x Stewy Hosseini  Description: Kendall takes up his old pal's offer to share his lover. (Part 1) Word count: 2.5K-ish Rating: SMUT (more under the cut) 

Warnings: Cursing, smut, age-gap, exhibition, teasing, M/M/F threesome, oral (M and F receiving - Kendall Roy eats pussy like a champ), deepthroat PIV, protected sex

A/N: Sorry for the wait, but I would say it's worth it! Enjoy ;) 

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"Come on, it'll be just like old times."

Kendall tilts his head, looking past his friend to search your face for a moment, wondering if you're lust drunk or just fucking wasted. Then, he decides he doesn't really care. "Fuck it, yeah."

"Atta boy, sit down," Stewy claps his hands together, then scoffs at Kendall, who's chosen to sit about a foot away from you, hands glued to his suit pants. "You want anything...something to drink?"

The CEO hesitates, tempted, then shakes his head, "Uh no, I'm...I'm good."

"You sure? Cos you look a little tense." His voice is teasing, his hand moving to rest against your waist, "Don't you think, sweetheart?"

You hum in agreement, more than excited on how this is going to play out. Stewy's little smirk has your heart flipping, "Why don't you go...help Ken relax a bit?"

"Okay."

You crawl over to him, settling between his legs and looking up at him through your lashes. Your hands find their way to his thighs, a ditzy smile slipping onto your lips at the way his muscles tense under your touch. 

Kendall falters, "You...you're going to uh..?"

Stewy answers him before you can, "She's gonna suck your dick. Do you need me to hold your hand, bro?"

"Uhh no, fuck off," Kendall brushes off the sarcasm, adam's apple bobbing as your fingers move towards his zipper.

Stewy laughs, holding his hands up, "Okay, just thought I'd offer."

Kendall's hips lift as you tug his briefs down, his cock bouncing against his taught skin. You maintain eye contact with him, wrapping your hand around his girth, stroking him slowly. He groans, head dropping back, spreading his thighs further apart to give you more room.

You press your tongue flat against the underside of his length and the moan that falls from his lips has you clenching around nothing. Who knew Kendall Roy was so sensitive? 

With a confidence that's probably inspired by the amount of alcohol in your system, you take him deeper into your mouth, feeling his cock twitch at the sensation. Kendall groans, half-lidded eyes fluttering as he watches his length continue to disappear past your lips slowly, "Fuck, you're good at this."

His praise has you whimpering around him, sending vibrations through his cock. Your cheeks hallow as you speed up, taking him further each time until the head of his cock nudges the back of your throat. 

The action has him clenching his fists, resisting the urge to buck his hips up and force you further down on his cock. Instead, he chokes out, "Oh...fuck, take it. Good fucking girl."

Again, your body heats at his words and Stewy smirks knowingly, palming himself at the way your thighs rub together incessantly. He decides to speak up again, "Pull her hair; she goes fucking crazy for it."

"Uh...really?" Kendall looks to his friend for confirmation, but the brunette merely offers a sly grin.

Taking that as his green light, Kendall's hand finds its way into your hair, tugging slightly then harder when you moan. He uses his grip to guide you back down, helping you move against him. 

You keep one hand on his thigh, steadying yourself and use the other to play with his balls. Just as his hips begin to stutter, Stewy clears his throat, "Alright, let's not blow your load before you get to dessert."

Kendall's reluctant to release his hold in your hair, but does as he's told. You get to your feet shakily, accepting a hand for support. You're not expecting the CEO to cup your neck, pulling you into a deep kiss. Still, you reciprocate it eagerly, opening your mouth and letting his tongue slip in, the taste of him mingling with saliva.

"Come here," you break away at Stewy's voice, turning to face your lover with a bashful smile, which he returns warmly. The top buttons of his shirt are undone, his sleeves rolled up to reveal his toned forearms, a sight that always has you biting your lip. His hand slowly slides up the material of your dress, "You know, I hate this fucking dress."

Your brows furrow, voice a pitch higher, "I thought you liked it."

"I did," he starts, then pinches at the seam between his fingers, "but now...I hate it." In one swift movement, the fabric's torn, falling to the ground in a pool around your legs. You're left standing in only your panties, exposed nipples hardening under the attention.

The sound of ripping silk is loud but the two men still hear your gasp, Stewy letting out a laugh at your reaction while Kendall's at least nice enough to bite back his amusement. "Stewy!" You narrow your eyes at the former, "That was vintage Chanel."

There's not a hint of remorse as he cups your breasts, but as his thumbs brush against your nipples, your back arches and you can feel your resolve crumbling, something he notes. His voice is mocking as he turns to his friend, continuing his teasing touch, "You hear that, Kendall? That was Chanel!"

"Vintage Chanel," the taller man corrects, eyes crinkling playfully. He steps closer until you're sandwiched between them, then he nods assuredly, "Yeah, he'll buy you another one."

Stewy caresses your skin, "That's fucking right, I always do." He lifts your chin, kissing you sweetly and you melt into him, sighing contentedly. You'd come to appreciate the finer things in life; being pressed against two of the most powerful men in the city coupled with the promise of a shopping spree has you weak in the knees.

"You good, man?" Stewy quips, once he's broken from your lips.

Kendall's hands tentatively find your waist, thumbs tracing over the dips in the soft skin, "Yeah, fuck yeah. Just uh...enjoying the view."

"Like what you see?" He spins you so that you're facing Kendall, who's lowering his head to drink you in. Stewy moves your hair to your shoulder and licks a stripe up your neck, making you whine in need.

Kendall makes a noise of affirmation, then, "Fuck! Can...can I uh...?" His voice breaks, and fuck it drives you crazy - having someone with so much power sound so desperate for you. You're unsure of what he means to do, but one look over your shoulder at how Stewy's eyes darken has you shivering in anticipation.

"You wanna eat her out? Go ahead."

That's all it takes for him to drop to his knees before you, your eyes widening at the action. He presses hot kisses to your inner thighs, sending waves of pleasure through your body. His hands trail your skin before meeting lace. Instead of pulling your panties down, he presses his lips to your stomach, then those brown eyes look up into yours, searching for your approval, "Is that...is that okay?"

"Yes," your voice is heavy, your breaths coming too fast. It's all so much and not enough; you run your fingers through his short hair to encourage him to carry on. 

It seems to work as he pulls the flimsy lace down, lifting your legs gently to get them over your feet. But it seems he needs more, taking a deep breath that makes you shudder, "You want me to touch you?"

You nod fervently, groaning when you hear Stewy tut behind you, "Use your words, sweetheart."

"Want you, please Ken," you struggle to get the words out, hips already chasing his touch.

He rewards you by moving his hands around your hips until they rest on your ass, surely brushing against Stewy's bulge, directing rhetoric toward his pal, "How can I say no to that?"

But before you have a chance to ponder how close the pair really are, his tongue has you bucking your hips, a shaky breath leaving your lips.

Kendall's no slouch at eating pussy - he's always strived to be the best at everything he does and this is no different. He'd gotten plenty of practice, with girls in college throwing themselves at him with the mere mention of his legacy name. And who was he to deny them the pleasure of said name?

He spreads open your pussy lips with his fingers before moving his tongue to trace a wet 'K' over your clit. He licks the letter again, his pretty eyes watching your face as you writhe and contort with blinding pleasure. 'L' has you tugging at his dark hair, back arching against Stewy, who's supporting your frame with a comforting grip on your shoulders. His 'R' is quick and messy and he's practically lapping your pussy at this point, feeling more than cocky as you cry out, grip tightening on him.

"Oh fuck!" 

Stewy places a chaste kiss to your skin, then mutters into your ear. "You like that?"

"Yes! So good," the shrieks are barely understandable and if Kendall's face wasn't buried between your thighs, he'd smirk.

The man behind you hums, "Better than me?"

Kendall seems to take this as a challenge, lips fastening over your clit, thick fingers slipping embarrassingly easily into your pussy and curling up towards your navel. His free hand settles on your lower stomach, pressing slightly so that you can feel the coil of pleasure tighten.

You all but scream, spasming around his fingers. The pleasure is searing and apparent, Kendall feels you shudder against his tongue, groaning. He slows his pace, softly licking through your orgasm until you push his head away, panting heavily.

He gets to his feet, face coated in your arousal, self-satisfied grin on his face, "You didn't uh, answer the question."

It takes a moment for you to process his words, and you stutter, "I-I-"

"She wants me to fuck her so bad she can't even talk," Kendall teases, shrugging to Stewy cheekily.

Stewy doesn't bat an eyelid, matching his smile with vigour, "Well then, better give her what she wants."

"You got a-"

He's thrown a condom before he can finish, Stewy having fished it out of his pocket while he was watching you get eaten out by his best friend. You clutch onto Stewy's arm, pulling him to kiss you. He reciprocates immediately, it's soft and completely not indicative of what's to come. 

Stewy pushes you gently, and you stumble against the couch while he stands in front of you. You look up at him, eyes wide. 

"You're a fucking mess, sweetheart," the words are harsh but uttered adoringly, his finger pushing past your swollen lips. You suck on it instinctively and he lets out a low groan, "And I love it. Now, do you want Ken to fuck you?"

You nod enthusiastically, not bothering to remove your lips to answer verbally, something he playfully rolls his eyes at, "Good. Then I want you to open up for me."

Stewy unbuckles his belt lazily and props one knee up on the couch across from you, his other boot firmly planted on the floor. You roll onto your stomach, crawling over to him, aware of Kendall's presence behind you. Bare skin presses against yours and you're aware that he must've discarded his shirt somewhere, your imagination running wild. 

You fumble with Stewy's boxers for a second before freeing his cock. His fingers wind into your hair, stroking the soft strands appreciatively. You press your lips to the head of his cock, kitten licks teasing the head of it while Stewy hisses in a breath, "Don't be a fucking tease."

His hold in your hair tightens in response, groaning when you finally take him in your mouth. Unlike Ken, Stewy's eyes remain fixated on his favourite sight - you look so beautiful like this, eyes watery, cheeks hollowed, lips red and swollen. You always struggle to swallow down his cock and he smirks, bucking his hips up a bit, just to fuck with you. You gag slightly, saliva mixed with his precum drooling from your lips.

"Are you just going to stand there?" His voice is strained as he addresses Kendall, who mutters a 'no'.

One hand grips the flesh of your hips, the other guiding his cock as he drags it through your folds, collecting your wetness. You whine around Stewy's cock when Kendall's grazes your clit, his hold on your hair not letting you pull away. Then, he lines himself up, pushing slowly into you.

"Fuckkkk, is this okay?" Kendall asks, swallowing thickly at the sight of your pussy stretching to accommodate him.

You moan something around Stewy's dick in affirmation that's barely intelligible and Kendall can't help the soft laugh that falls from his lips. Though it quickly turns into a raspy groan when Stewy ruts into your mouth, sending you towards him, your hips almost flush with his, the head of his cock pressing almost painfully into your cervix. You spasm around him and he hisses, you're full, so fucking full.

You brace one of your hands on Stewy's thigh, the other one at the base of his cock, and relax your throat as he starts to fuck your mouth deeper, hitting the back of your throat each time. He realises Kendall's watching his cock push in and out of you with a dazed expression, like he's still in awe of the situation. Stewy's smirk returns in full force, "How is it?"

"Fuck! So fucking tight," is all he manages to bite out, now using his grip on your hips to thrust into you at a steady pace. You feel a familiar heat pooling in your stomach, and grind harder into him, desperately.

"You like this?" Stewy pats your cheek lightly to get your attention and your eyes jerk up to meet his, tears falling now, "Sucking my dick while you're fucking my best friend?"

Fuck. His words are hot, teasing, and enough to push you over the edge, clenching around Kendall in a way that has his own hips stuttering, his fingers digging into your skin harshly.

Stewy lets out a low groan, body tensing, "Gonna come all over this pretty little face." 

He pulls his cock from your lips, hand closing around it in place of your mouth. His hips jerk up and creamy ropes shoot from his cock, hot against your skin. The noise you make in response coupled with how your pussy is gripping Kendall like a fucking vice is enough to shatter the last of his self control and he pins you mercilessly to his hips as he comes.

When he finally removes himself, you all but collapse into Stewy's waiting arms, chest heaving. Your lover looks down at you, a soft smile on his lips when you open your eyes and look at him.

"You good?" he asks quietly, and you respond with a barely audible 'yeah'. 

You smile up at him, eyes hooded and hair a mess, voice clearer this time when you conclude, "That was fun."

Stewie chuckles, winking at Kendall who's politely handing you bottled water, "Agreed, we'll have to do it again sometime."

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A/N: This took forever to write but I'm quite happy with the way it turned out, and I hope you are too. Again, any feedback is much appreciated. I've also tagged anybody who asked for a part 2 on this, hope that's okayyy

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[evilwifelover]

There is no one I would want to blow more than Stewy Hosseini. Like omg I know he would degrade + praise the shit out of you at the same time.

“god you are such a pretty little slut for me on your knees”

“my sweet little whore is just so perfect and good for me” all of that + his husky voice. fuckkk.

he would also alternate from scratching/stroking to gripping your hair. he likes cumming down your throat, but on days where he feels extra dirty he’ll cum on your face. if you are in a relationship, he’ll clean you up and give you a bunch of sweet kisses all over your face.

#stewy hosseini #stewy hosseini x reader #succession #stewy hosseini smut

[megumismom]

#asking as your full time aro fic reader and part time fic author #like i can do baby 3 times tops but i see beautiful and just click out and immediately read weird smut to cleanse my palate #i also dont mind kitten i find it cute but i know some people r freaked out about it #like whats wrong with a lil furryism :( #bg3 #jjk #astarion #911 #buddie #evan buck buckely #trc #text #succession #kendall roy #stewy hosseini #kenstewy #eddie diaz #fanfiction #polls and things #polls #spn #tlou #gale dekarios #bloodweave #tgcf #hualian #i cannot remember other ships i like suddenly #pynch #aftg #andreil

[beebeetheclown]

High by the Beach Pt. 2

This one shot takes place in s1e8🤭

Tags: contains smut, threesome f/m/m

Uhh.. idk enjoy? Lol.

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“Fuck, Ketamine? Coke? Just get me something man alright?” Kendall says to Greg as they walk down the hallway of the underground club.

You are hooking arms with Kendall as the two of you continue to follow Greg down the hall.

“Alright, just- where.. where can I get that exactly?”

Kendall stops and looks up at Greg, “Figure it out bro, I need some. Get back to me in five yeah?” He replies. Before Greg can say anything else, Kendall pats him on the arm then continues to walk down the hall with you.

The two of you planned on either getting super drunk or getting high. You both had the night off work, it was your break. You’ve both had a stressful two weeks and needed to feel “alive” again. Even though it meant that the next day the two of you would be laying in bed feeling like shit, it needed to be done. The both of you were losing your sense of thought tonight.

He kisses the side of your head and soon, the two of you are in this small little closed off dark purple lit room. There’s a couple of other people in the room as well, but he takes your hand and pulls you towards a couch that sat in the corner of the room.

“How are you feeling so far?” He asks you with a grin. You hadn’t taken any kind of drug yet but this was the last time he’d probably be able to ask you before the two of you were high out of your minds.

“Good.” You smile, “I feel good.”

He hums in satisfaction then brings his lips closer to yours, “That’s good.” He kisses your lips, “Can I just say this?”

You chuckle then kiss him again, not caring if anyone could see the two of you. “You can say anything you want Kendall.”

“I can’t wait to get high with you. Fucking you while I’m high is like- it’s fuckin’ unreal.”

You chuckle at his stupid little reply. “It’s unreal is it?” You tease.

“I just can’t find the words for it.” He laughs, “I can’t focus when you look this fucking good.”

You smile then lick his top lip. Before you can lick it again to tease him, his lips are on you. The kiss is sloppy and filled with need.

As you continue to kiss him, Stewy’s voice makes you pull away,

“Well, this isn’t something I see often.” He jokes “Kidding, I see it all the time. Exactly how high are the two of you right now?”

Kendall laughs, “We’re not high at all yet actually. Greg is supposed to come and give us something,”

“Greg? Oh I’m sorry, you hired Greg to get you something?” Stewy can’t help but laugh. “Is that supposed to be a joke?”

You decide to join in on the conversation, “Well, unless you’re going to get us something, Greg is our choice. Who knows, maybe he’ll bring us back the sickest coke ever.”

Kendall chuckles and kisses the side of your head, “She’s right man. Unless you have,”

Kendall doesn’t finish his sentence as Stewy throws a small bag of white powder on the table in front of the two of you.

You both look down at it and you huff out an excited chuckle.

“Look at that, Stewy saves the day.” You say.

He smiles then comes to sit next to Kendall.

“You can have it, it’s my treat.” Stewy replies.

“You don’t want any of this?” Kendall asks as he begins to open the bag and pours it on the table.

“No, I’m good man. Just share some with your girlfriend, yeah?”

Kendall uses his credit card to create small lines on the table. Soon, you and Kendall are inhaling coke together, finally getting what you both needed tonight.

When you both finish inhaling, you both laugh together.

“Fuck I needed this.” Kendall says and kisses your lips, slipping his tongue in your mouth.

“Hey come on now, let me join in on the fun yeah?” Stewy jokes.

Kendall pulls away from you to speak, “You’re gonna have to find another hot bitch cause this one’s already taken.” He laughs.

“I mean, it’ll be hard to top that. You’re expecting to have her to yourself when she’s wearing that? You expected no other man in this club to have his eyes on her?”

“Sure, they can look at her. You can look at her too I don’t give a fuck. But uh, they can’t have her.” He replies then looks at you, “Hey, we should put one of those fucking signs on you from those art galleries saying ‘please don’t touch the art work.’ That’s a damn good idea no?” He laughs.

You can’t help but laugh back, “You’re such an idiot.” You tease.

Before you can say anything else, Greg approaches the three of you and stops to stand in front of the table.

“Greg my man, you’re back!” Kendall says, “And? What do you have for me?”

Greg fidgets with his fingers then puts his hand through his hair, “Well um, I met this super cool guy and… here, just take it.”

In Greg’s hand, he holds out this little thing of Saran Wrap pulled together and sealed with a hair elastic. It was a small DIY-looking bag of coke.

You stare at the “bag” for a while, confused on what you are seeing before letting out a loud laugh. Stewy and Ken laugh along.

“W-what? It’s what you wanted, no?”

Kendall continues to laugh then speaks, “Greg, what the fuck is that?”

“It’s… it’s coke. You wanted it didn’t you?”

“Uh yeah, I wanted coke, not some hand crafted bullshit.” He chuckles, “I mean, what the hell even is that? Who- who gave you that?”

“He’s really cool, okay?” Greg replies then smiles when he remembers the guy, “He actually had this like Hawaiian shirt on, except instead of all the Hawaiian flowers, they were all pictures of cats!”

You let out another laugh and speak, “Okay so this guy is a psycho? Yeah, I’m not inhaling that. It’ll probably kill me.”

“Yeah man, how about you keep it to yourself. We’re good.” Kendall replies.

“What- hey, I went through a lot to get this okay?”

“Oh, I’m sure you did. But like, fuck off alright? Go dance or… drink, I don’t know, go have fun Greggy. And take your arts and crafts coke with you.”

Greg decides to not say anything else and just turns and walks away, now stuck with suspicious coke in his pocket.

“And that’s the guy you hired to get you drugs?” Stewy jokes before standing, “Hey well, I'm gonna go get a drink. You two are now free to do whatever your heart's desire.” He smiles then turns and walks away.

You turn and look at Kendall before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and resting your one leg on his lap.

“I think, I either want more drugs… or I want you to fuck me.” You admit.

This makes him grin, he brings his hand to touch your leg, rubbing his thumb against your skin.

“Oh I think I like both of those options. Which one do you choose? Which one do you need more huh?”

You lean in to whisper in his ear, “I think… I think I want you to fuck me Kendall. I can’t help it, you just look so hot. I’ve been wanting it ever since we got here.”

“That’s funny, cause so have I.” He replies. “You know, I was hoping to at least be able to last a few more hours before taking you back to the condo and fucking you all night, but if you’re gonna be so impatient about it, I guess I can give it to you now.”

And before you know it, you are following him through the crowd with a grin on your face and you make it to a small little bathroom. It wasn’t anything special. I mean, it was a club washroom. Of course you’d pick his bed over this, but you needed him to fuck you so badly, you didn’t care where you were.

“Fuck me over this counter Kendall.” You whine, “I need you right fucking now.” You pull your panties down so that they are at your ankles and bend over the counter.

He can’t help but let out a laugh, “God, you are so pathetic for me when even on the tiniest bit of coke.”

“Kendall, stop with your teasing and just fuck me.”

And soon, you are taking him in the club's small washroom, not caring how loud you were being since the music was loud enough to cover your pathetic noises. You cried out little praises for him, telling him how good it was and called out his name. It doesn’t take long for the both of you to finish. You just clean yourself up and take his hand and walk back out into the club. The both of you had the biggest grins on your face, satisfied at the outcome.

About 15 minutes pass and you both come across Stewy again. “Hey, I hope you didn’t get up to too much trouble.” He says over the loud music, “Look what I’ve got you two.” He says and hands over another small bag of coke.

“No fucking way!” You say in excitement, but before you can grab it, he pulls his hand away.

“Ah ah, not so fast. I have a deal for you alright?”

“Okay?” You reply curiously as Kendall hugs you from behind, listening to what Stewy has to say.

“I’ll give the two of you this coke, only if you let me join the two of you tonight.”

Kendall just nods his head and chuckles. You knew what Stewy meant but you decide to ask, “Join us?”

“Yeah sweetheart. Don’t tell me you don’t remember that time maybe four months back? When I had you on my couch… Kendall behind and,”

“Yeah, yeah I remember. How could I forget such a thing?” You reply.

“Well, how about we do something like that again? It was fun right?”

You turn your head to look at Kendall, he just shrugs before speaking his opinion, “I mean, if it’s to get more drugs why not?”

You smile, satisfied with his answer. To be honest with yourself, you were hoping that this idea would come up again. You thought about that night where you had the both of them a lot. You’d love to do it again.

You turn back to face Stewy. “Alright, you have a deal.”

Stewy grins and hands you the coke, “I’m glad sweetheart. Who knows, maybe Ken and I can make it better than last time?”

“Oh, I’d love to see what you slutty men can come up with this time.” You tease then open the small bag. You turn around so you are facing Kendall and he still has his arms wrapped around you.

Stewy watches and waits patiently as the two of you take turns rubbing coke on each other's gums.

“I think I’m going to take the two of you back to my place, it’s quieter there.”

Kendall kisses your neck, his light facial hair scratching your skin, as you turn to face Stewy, “Alright, if that’s what you want.”

“Yeah, that’s what I want. So let’s go, I’ve got my ride out waiting for us.”

“Already?” You ask, “You are so desperate for us that you get a driver that fast?”

“Well, I actually texted him about ten minutes ago, I was planning on leaving alone earlier. But I saw you two so I thought to ask if you were both slutty enough to come with me. I guess you are huh?” He teases.

You take Kendall’s hand in yours as you follow Stewy out of the club and towards the car.

When you’re climbing in the car, you are second to go in, meaning you would sit between the two of them the whole way there.

As the car starts moving, Stewy is the first to speak, “We are really doing this again?” He laughs in excitement.

“Yeah, I guess we are.” You reply then look at Kendall, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling as if I can’t believe you’re in this car with us, wanting to get fucked again even after taking me in that little washroom.”

Oh, the poor innocent driver, having to listen to this conversation.

Stewy raises his eyebrows, “You really took her in that tiny washroom?” He laughs, “That’s a little low for someone like the two of you, no? I expected you to only fuck in high rated luxurious places.” He teases, “Can’t be one of your proudest moments can it? Fucking in a club washroom. That’s honestly hilarious, cute but hilarious.”

Kendall chuckles lowly then puts his hand on your thigh. “Well, it isn’t really my style, no. But, I’d do anything for her.”

You just look over at him and smile, and Stewy just chuckles a little and speaks again,

“Awe, how romantic. You’d do anything for your girl even if that means to fuck her in a germ infested club washroom. How adorable.”

“You’d do the same Stewy,” he replies and keeps his hand on your thigh before he leans in to kiss your neck.

When Kendall has his face in the crook of your neck, Stewy brings his hand to sit on your other thigh while his foot wraps around yours to pull your legs further apart.

With the both of their hands on your thighs, with Kendall’s teeth nibbling your neck, you can’t help but let out a quiet moan.

“Look at you, already getting excited,” Stewy says into your ear, “can I kiss your girl on the cheek Kendall?”

“Go ahead, I’m sure she’d love that,” Ken replies, “wouldn’t you?”

“Yes.”

Stewy wastes no time on kissing you cheek. He kisses it a couple of times before also moving down to your neck. You close your eyes and push your lips together, fighting another moan from falling out of your mouth.

Kendall was nibbling your neck and squeezing your thigh in his hand while Stewy just kept his hand still, licking your neck before kissing it softly.

The two of them were doing different things to you, both turning you on in different ways. Kendall turned you on by how needy and rough he was being. Stewy turned you on by being the opposite, being gentle with you.

You’re unsure what to do with your hands, you didn’t know whether to grab their hands or keep them gripping the edge of the car seat. You finally decide to put your hands on their thighs, one on Kendalls and one on Stewys.

You run your hands up and down their clothed thighs, squeezing them gently every so often.

The feeling of your hand groping Kendall’s thigh makes him groan impatiently and he brings his hand higher, close to your cunt. His pinky finger was so close to your clit and it makes you whisper out his name in a warning,

“Kendall,” you breath out but bring your one hand now up to Stewy’s hair so he isn’t missing out. “I- I can’t.”

The driver then turns up the radio a little, which makes you chuckle and feel bad for the poor man. You decide that you take your hands to remove theirs from your thighs, “Let’s behave ourselves yeah?” You say and chuckle.

They both pull their mouths away from your neck now, “Oh I’m sorry, was that too much for you to handle?” Stewy teases.

“Oh no, not at all. Don’t be too over your head, I can handle so much more. I just want to wait till we get to your house is all.”

They both let out a low chuckle.

And soon, the car comes to a stop in front of Stewy’s house. You honestly had no idea what surprises they may pull on you, but you weren’t at all nervous, you were excited out of your mind.

“Are you excited baby?” Kendall asks with a grin.

“Yes.” You reply softly. He lets out a little laugh then picks you up and carries you towards Stewy's front door.

When the three of you are finally inside, you are still in Kendall’s arms and you don’t say anything but smile, waiting to see what happens next.

Stewy is the first to speak when the door closes, “Well, I can think of a few ideas for what happens next. Kendall, will you set her on the couch, I want to share my ideas… but would hate to ruin the surprise.” He says as he looks over at you.

Kendall just grins over at him then carries you over to the couch and sets you down gently. “Behave yourself.” He teasingly whispers before walking over to speak to his best friend.

You can’t help but giggle quietly as the two of them speak quietly together. You just thought it was so silly how you were sitting on the couch, watching your boyfriend and his best friend talk about how they were both going to take you.

When they finish, Stewy looks over at you, “What are you being all giggly about?”

“Nothing.”

“Awe how cute, I think she’s excited for us again Ken, just like last time.”

Kendall chuckles, “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

The two walk over to you and look down at you sitting on the couch.

“Do you want to know the idea I’ve shared with your boyfriend?” You nod your head, waiting for him to continue. “Since Kendall is still not wanting me to fuck you properly because he doesn’t like to share, we each get three minutes to taste you, and whoever makes you finish first… wins.”

You can’t help but laugh “What is this some sort of fucked up challenge for the two of you?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Stewy replies, “So, unless you have something better in mind, I’d like to get this little game started.”

“Is that something you're up for baby?” Kendall asks you. Before answering you stand up to remove your panties so you are now only left with your top and skirt on.

“Yes.” You reply quietly.

“Want to flip a coin on who gets to go first?” Stewy suggests. Kendall can’t help but laugh a little.

“You want to flip a coin on who gets to eat her out first? This is ridiculous.” He laughs. “But alright sure, why not?”

“Heads or tails pretty boy?”

“Heads.”

Stewy flips the coin up with his thumb before catching it in his one hand and placing it on the back of his other hand. When he reveals it, it’s on tails.

“Damn, tough luck my man. Looks like I get her first.”

You chuckle, “I have to say, this is probably the weirdest and kinkiest thing I have ever done.”

“Yeah? I’m honestly shocked that this is your kinkest.” Stewy teases while looking at the two of you, “But casual sex is boring. We all agree, right?”

“Not all the time it’s not, no.” You reply, “But I can agree that stuff like this is more fun.”

“Good, because what I want now is for you to sit between Kendall’s thighs while I taste you.”

You and Kendall smile at each other before doing what Stewy assigned you to do. You sit in front of Kendall on the couch so your back is against his chest, your legs are spread open for his best friend who’s on his knees in front of you.

The difference between Kendall and Stewy wasn’t a lot. During sex, they both liked to pleasure their woman, but Stewy was more teasing than Kendall was; Stewy was more gentle. Kendall would tease you often, but he wouldn’t be able to tease you for long before he needed you himself. He also always tended to be more rough with you rather than gentle, only on special occasions would he make love to you rather than fuck you and be gentle and slow, needing to take his time with you.

“Start the clock.” Stewy jokes. Well, you thought he was joking, but Kendall and Stewy deadass had one of their phones open on the timer app, setting it at three minutes.

When Kendall starts the timer, his best friend immediately begins to kiss your inner thigh. He didn’t want to just fuck you with his tongue just like that, he needed to warm you up first, needed to get you more turned on.

As he continues to kiss and nibble your thigh, getting closer and closer to your cunt, you lean your head back so it’s on Kendall's shoulder. Kendall takes his hands and lightly plays with your breasts through your shirt.

“You better not cum for him.” He whispers in your ear, “You better be good and not let yourself come undone on my best friend's face.” He was challenging you. You can’t help but close your eyes and let out a whimper as you take one of your hands to set it on the back of Kendall’s head.

“What if I want to?” You tease.

Stewy then brings his lips to your clit and kisses you softly.

“Don’t you dare.” Kendall growls.

Stewy now begins to now go a little faster since he was under a time limit. He begins to add his tongue in the mix.

You gasp and then let out a shaky, breathless moan.

“Oh, Kendall, his mouth feels so good on me.” You breathe out, grinding your hips into Stewy’s mouth. It was true, he worked you well with his tongue, but you also loved to tease your boyfriend and make him jealous.

“Yeah?” He questions, squeezing your breasts harder now, “You think so?”

“Fuck, yes.”

Stewy grabs your ankles and puts your legs over his shoulders and fucks you with his tongue, leaving kisses on you over and over before going back to using his tongue, his soft facial hair tickling your inner thighs.

As you continue to grind your hips back and forth, your ass would brush against Kendall’s clothed crotch. You could feel how hard he was getting. You moan out before taking your hand off of the back of his head to bring it to slide in his pants. As soon as he realises what you're trying to do, he lets out a groan and undoes his pants to make it easier for you.

You spit on your hand then bring it back down to wrap it around his half-hard member and begin to stroke him. He lets out another sound and soon, he is fully hard in your hand.

Listening to Kendall’s sounds and having Stewy’s tongue fuck you, you can’t help but let out a loud moan.You bring your free hand to go through Stewy’s hair. This was most definitely the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done.

“Don’t you dare cum baby. I mean it.” Kendall grunts out.

“Try and stop me then.” You reply and let out another whimper.

You look down at the phone screen beside you; Stewy still has a minute and twenty seconds left. You honestly didn’t know if you could last that much longer. You arch your back and continue to stroke Kendall and tighten your grip on Stewy’s hair.

When Stewy brings his lips to your clit and nibbles down lightly, you can’t hold back and you are so close to the edge.

“I’m right there Ken. Fuck I’m so close baby.”

Stewy chuckles in satisfaction and keeps on going, his chuckle vibrates through you.

“No, don’t you even think about it. Don’t you,”

With the clock now at forty seconds left, you cry out a pathetic noise as your second orgasm of the night hits you. You remove your hand from Kendall’s cock to let it join your other hand in Stewy’s hair and tug lightly as you bring his face closer to you.

He licks you clean before pulling his face away. He has a satisfied grin on his face. “Look at that, I still have about thirty seconds to spare.”

You catch your breath and grin up at him before turning your body to face Kendall. He is putting his cock back in his pants even though he was still so painfully hard for you. “I told you I didn’t want you to cum for him. Get up.” He orders, “It’s my fucking turn with you.”

When you stand up, Kendall also stands before looking at Stewy, waiting for him to sit down on the couch with you. Stewy can’t help but chuckle,

“Damn Ken, I just gave your girl an orgasm and you’re not even going to let her catch her breath?” He jokes.

“No, she doesn’t deserve to get a break.” He replies and looks over at you, “Sit down, spread your legs.”

You look over at Stewy and he just looks at you before shrugging with a smile and takes Kendall’s place, sitting down so he can be behind you.

Kendall doesn’t waste another second. As soon as you’re sitting down, he pulls your legs apart and his mouth is on your cunt immediately.

“God, your boyfriend is so impatient when he’s jealous.” Stewy says, but he doesn’t even bother to restart the timer. He just wanted you to enjoy your boyfriend’s mouth, no matter how long you needed it for.

Kendall didn’t even care about this “challenge” anymore. All he cared about was getting you to cum quicker for him. He wanted to prove to you that he was the best one for you. That he could fuck you best, whether if it was with his tongue, fingers or his cock. He needed you to know that nobody else could do it like him. He needed to be the best… just like he always did for everything.

He fucks you with his tongue harder than his best friend did. He had eaten you out many times so he knew exactly how you liked it.

You begin to moan out, you were much more sensitive now since you came literally thirty seconds ago. You begin to bring your one hand down to Stewy’s crotch, as you wanted to do the same with him since it was only fair, but he pulls your hand away,

“No, no sweetheart. Don’t worry about me. Just focus on Kendall.” He says in your ear, “Focus on his mouth on you. How does it feel?”

“Good. It feels… good.” You whimper out.

“Yeah? Do you like when Ken eats your pussy like this?”

“Fuck… yes.” You bring your head down to look at Kendall’s face in between your thighs.

“What else do you like Kendall to do to you huh?”

“I- I like it when he… when he fucks me with his fingers.” You whisper.

“Don’t tell me that, tell him.”

You can’t help but whimper before you speak again, “I like it when you use your fingers on my Kendall.” Hearing you say this makes him groan into your pussy. “And I love it when you… fuck me Kendall. No one can do it like you can.”

“There you go. Keep telling him that, let him know that you mean it sweetheart.”

“Only you know how to fuck me the way I want it Kendall, only you.”

Kendall moans into you.

“I’m all yours Kendall, all fucking yours.” This is the last thing you say before you are cumming again, for a third time. Kendall doesn’t remove his mouth from you until you are fully over your orgasm. He kisses your clit softly a couple of more times before standing back up.

“I think that was better than last time.” Kendall says as he grins in satisfaction.

“Oh, one hundred percent.” His best friend replies. “How do you feel sweetheart?”

You smile, “Good. I feel good.”

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