I find the idea of Castiel getting jealous over Benny and Crowley funny because the whole time Dean was making his side pieces look for and help his boyfriend.
summary: when you accidentally get locked out of your apartment in the middle of the night, knocking on your annoying neighbors door becomes your very last option.
warnings: smut +18 mdni, cursing, dirty talk, p in v, unprotected sex, oral female and male, cum, creampie, fingering, edging, jealousy, asshole keys as usual.
wc: 5,1k
author's note: this one goes for juana as usual, and blaizey, rip that couch. also my apologies i got a bit carried away with this one oops.
“no… no, no, no…” you muttered to yourself as you frantically searched through your purse for the keys to your apartment.
“i know they’ve gotta be here,” you sighed in frustration, pausing the search to run a hand through your hair and retrace your steps.
you remembered doing your makeup in a hurry while your friend kept rushing you, yelling about the car waiting downstairs. then throwing everything in your purse in a hurry, walking out, and slamming the door behind the both of you.
and now, you had a perfectly clear mental image of the exact location of your keys: the kitchen counter.
you forgot your fucking keys inside.
it was currently 2 a.m. okay, it’s fine, it wasn't that bad, you tried to reason. maybe the building manager was still around and could let you in with a spare key. no big deal.
except it was the weekend, and he always left early on fridays.
“fuck me…” you slid down the wall and sat on the floor because your heels were absolutely killing you. fine, plan B: you'll just text your friend to come back; that was the whole reason you had given her a spare key in the first place, for emergencies just like this.
you tried calling her a few times, but she didn't answer. the texts you sent didn't even go through. she was probably spending the night with someone, her phone discarded elsewhere.
you were running out of options. technically, you could call a locksmith; but, at this ungodly hour, it was going to be expensive as fuck, and your bank account couldn't handle that hit right now.
contemplating what you could possibly do, you let your head rest against the closed door and looked up at the celling. there wasn't any other option but to wait until morning for someone to come help you out, but you were tired, already in a poor mood, and on top of that it was starting to get chilly, the only coat you had on a flimsy jacket that was far more fashionable than actually warm.
you were scrolling through the contacts on your phone, desperately rethinking if there was anyone you could bother at this hour, when a sliver of light caught your attention from the corner of your eye.
there was a dim glow bleeding through the gap beneath keys’ front door. you rolled your eyes and scoffed, of course he would be awake in the middle of the night, probably staring at a monitor playing something stupid.
you stared at that line of light on the floor, the silence of the hallway suddenly feeling far too heavy. your skin goosebumped from the chill air, and your eyes drifted from the floor back up to his doorknob. maybe you could…
no, absolutely not, you cut your own thought off, shaking your head aggressively. there was no way in hell. asking him for a favor was the ultimate defeat.
but then another gush of cold air swept through the corridor, making you shiver. you looked at your own locked door, then back to his. the alternative was spending the next five hours on a dirty hallway floor.
biting the inside of your cheek in deep thought, you forced yourself to stand up, and quietly took a few steps, closing the distance between his door and you.
you stood there completely frozen for a full minute. this was insanely stupid. you were going to regret this.
after taking a deep breath to gather whatever courage you had left, you tightened your jacket around your chest and softly knocked on his door. just once.
you held your breath. your heart hammered intensely against your ribs. maybe he wasn't even up. maybe he’d just forgotten to turn off a lamp, or maybe he was wearing those stupid headphones of his and wouldn't hear a thing. honestly, part of you hoped he would just ignore it.
your train of thought stopped dead on its tracks when the door handle clicked, and the door cracked open to reveal a very much shirtless keys.
your voice caught in your throat. your gaze immediately dropped to his chest, taking in the faint, dark hair on his skin, and the way it trailed down into a tight, tempting line that disappeared straight into the low waistband of his grey sweatpants.
keys cleared his throat, the subtle sound snapping your eyes back up to his face.
“can i help you?” he asked somewhat confused, fixing his glasses.
“i- yeah, this is actually pretty dumb…” you chuckled nervously, shifting your weight from one foot to the other.
he raised an eyebrow in response, leaning his weight against the doorframe, waiting.
"i got locked out of my apartment,” you blurted out
“and that’s any of my business because…?” he asked, a mocking smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
“ugh, whatever, nevermind,” you spat, instantly regretting everything. you turned on your heel, ready to go back to your spot on the cold ground of the hallway.
but you didn't even get to take a step before keys rolled his eyes, his hand darting out to catch your wrist.
“just get in here,” he grumbled, pulling you gently into the warmth of his apartment, locking the door behind you.
you stood there awkwardly in the entryway. you hadn't actually thought this far ahead; you had no plan for what to do if he actually let you in. to avoid looking at him, and specifically to avoid looking at the broad expanse of his distracting bare chest, you forced your eyes to scan the room.
it was so blatantly obvious what a nerd he was just from the decor. there were some movie posters on the far wall near a neat couch, and nearly every shelf was packed with collectibles and trinkets of all sizes and shapes, most of them from franchises you didn't even recognize. everything was meticulously organized.
the sound of keys’ voice abruptly pulled you back to reality.
“how exactly did you manage to lock yourself out?”
he was leaning against the wall now, arms crossed over his chest, the movement made his biceps flex.
“i forgot the keys inside,” you muttered.
“how do you even forget them? were you just not paying attention?”
you rolled your eyes, “i left in a hurry, okay?”
“i have left my apartment in a hurry hundreds of times,” he countered smoothly, “yet not once have i forgotten my keys.”
“oh, i’m sorry. do you want an award for that, or…?”
“did you try calling the building manager?” he asked, ignoring your sarcasm completely.
“yes,” you said curtly, your patience wearing thin, “but you know he leaves early on weekends.”
he let out a judgmental tsk. “it’s incredibly irresponsible to only have one copy of your keys.”
“i do not have just one copy!” you snapped, stepping closer without thinking, “the friend who has the spare isn't answering her texts either.”
“well, have you tried-”
“oh my god!” you cut him off, throwing your hands up. “yes! every single option your little analytical brain is running through right now, i have already tried. do you honestly think i would be standing in your living room at two in the morning if i had any other choice?”
keys immediately lifted his hands in a mocking gesture of surrender, “jesus. no need to get defensive.”
“look, i knocked because i didn’t have any other option,” you said, your voice shaking slightly from frustration. “but i don't have to deal with your attitude right now, if you don’t want me here, i’m more than happy to go back into the hallway where i don’t have to listen to your stupid comments anymore.”
you made a move toward the door, but keys didn't budge.
“no need for the theatrics,” he said quietly, “you can stay the night. at least until someone can come give you a hand in the morning.”
a heavy silence settled between you.
“thank you,” you muttered, the words were barely audible. you looked away instantly, your cheeks burning with a heat that had nothing to do with the apartment's thermostat.
keys bit back a small, satisfied smile at your stubbornness. shaking his head, he walked away, his bare feet making no sound on the floorboards as he disappeared through a door on the other side of the room. he didn't give you a chance to ask what he was doing, but he returned a minute later.
in his hands, he held a neatly folded stack of clothes: a large, dark t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants that matched the one he was wearing right now. he held them out to you, “here.”
you raised your eyebrow in question.
“for you to change into,” he clarified, his eyes tracing the tight fit of your clothes “or are you planning to spend the night sleeping in that?”
your heart did a nervous flip. before he could notice your hesitation, you snatched the fabric from his hands. and without another word, he turned and guided you toward the bathroom, leaving you to deal with the sudden realization of what you had just agreed to.
taking longer than necessary, you changed into the soft fabric of his clothes. they were ridiculously oversized on you; and they smelled intoxicatingly like him. you stared into the bathroom mirror, smoothing down your hair and trying to ignore the way your heart was thumping. finally taking a deep breath to steady your nerves, you unlocked the door and walked out.
when you got back into the living room, keys was still very much still shirtless, lounging on the couch, his glasses sliding slightly down the bridge of his nose as he lazily scrolled on his phone. when he heard your footsteps approach, his thumb froze on the screen, and he lifted his gaze to meet yours; his eyes slowly tracked the way his massive clothes drowned you.
“i guess you can just take my bedroom,” he said, casually.
“what? no,” you countered quickly, “i can just crash on the couch.”
“i’m going to stay up working anyway. probably won't even sleep,” he replied gesturing vaguely with his phone toward the hallway. “you can use the bedroom.”
“it’s really okay, i can use the couch,” you insisted, “i won’t even be here long anyways”
keys stared at you for a second, clearly irritated by your persistence; then he sighed.
“whatever,” he shrugged, standing up from the couch. “just do whatever you want. i’ll be in my office. the bedroom is that way if you change your mind.”
you let out a sigh of relief the second his office door clicked shut.
you had been tossing and turning for a little over twenty minutes, fiercely trying to force yourself to sleep, when the soft click of a door handle broke through the quiet.
your eyes snapped open to see keys walking back into the living room.
he had a glass of water in one hand and a notebook in the other. he didn't look at you at first, walking straight toward the kitchen island, but his dark eyes carefully tracked your restless movement in his periphery.
he set the glass down, turned around, and leaned against the counter. his bare chest caught the dim glow of the kitchen light.
"you're still awake," it wasn't a question.
“i’m fine. just trying to get comfortable,” you said pulling the blanket higher up your chin.
keys let out a mocking breath through his nose, walking over until he was standing right at the edge of the couch, hovering over you. "you're cold. and you look ridiculous trying to fit into a couch that clearly isn't meant for sleeping."
"i said i'm fine, keys," you snapped, sitting up abruptly, the blanket falling off your shoulders. "go back to your office and leave me alone."
"i told you to take the bed," his tone dropping into that stubborn, authoritative register that always made your blood boil. he stepped even closer, his thigh practically brushing against the edge of the cushions. "but your stubborn pride just wouldn't let you, would it?"
"my pride is doing just fine, thank you," you retorted, your eyes defiantly locking onto his behind his glasses. "why do you even care?"
"because it's distracting," he bent down, pinning you to the back of the couch by placing one warm palm on the cushion right next to your hip, his bare chest now mere inches from your face. "hearing you toss and turn out here is annoying. i can't focus on a single line of code."
he was so close you could smell the clean scent of his skin, and you could see the heavy rise and fall of his chest.
"then close your office door tighter," you breathed.
"i did," keys murmured, his eyes darkening as he leaned in closer, his breath fanning over your face. his eyes scanned your flushed cheeks, a sudden, dangerous possessiveness taking over his expression as he remembered every single sound that had crossed that wall last friday night. he wanted to wipe that memory clean. he wanted to be the one making you breathless. "it didn't work."
"maybe you're just overly sensitive to noise," you challenged, your voice trembling slightly, "now you can't even handle the sound of blankets moving? you really need to check your focus."
"friday night," he spat out, the words raw and laced with a bitter jealousy he could no longer hide. his eyes dipped down to your lips before snapping back to yours. "do you have any idea how thin the drywall in this building is? i was trying to sleep, and instead, i had to listen to absolutely everything happening in your bedroom."
your blood turned to ice, your eyes widening in sheer mortification as the realization hit you like a physical blow. he heard.
"keys, i-"
"you were loud," he cut you off, his grip on the couch cushion tightened and his knuckles turned white right next to your hip. his gaze scanned your flushed, panicked face. "every single gasp, every pathetic little whimper... i heard it all."
the words hung heavily in the air, you could feel your face burning with a mix of embarrassment and sudden heat.
"you..." you swallowed hard, trying to find your voice, to summon back your usual sarcasm, but it failed you completely. "you shouldn't have been listening."
"i didn't have a choice," keys hissed, leaning in so close that his bare chest was inches from your own. "i had to sit there in the dark, listening to some other guy call your name, hearing exactly how you sound when someone else is touching you."
his eyes flicked down to the oversized collar of his own shirt slipping off your shoulder, exposing the smooth skin beneath.
"and the worst part?" he murmured, his thumb suddenly coming up to firmly lift you chin up, forcing you to keep looking straight into his eyes. "i couldn't get it out of my head. i’ve been thinking about it all weekend. and now you’re here, sitting on my couch, wearing my clothes, looking at me like you aren’t driving me fucking crazy."
instead of shrinking back like he expected, something shifted inside you.
you let out a soft, breathy chuckle, your eyes narrowing as you looked at him through his glasses. "oh, yeah? you spent all weekend obsessing over me, keys?"
he blinked, his grip on your chin tightening slightly in surprise at your sudden change in tone.
"aww, you did," you cut him off, your voice dropping into a low teasing. you brought your hands up to his shoulders, your fingers slowly trailing down the center of his chest, tracing the line of his stomach all the way down to the waistband of his sweatpants.
keys' breath hitched instantly
"thats so cute,” you murmured, leaning in just enough to feel the heat radiating off him. “you sat in the dark, desperate, listening to me."
his jaw clenched hard, his eyes drifting down to your lips.
before he could process anything, you grabbed him by the fabric of his sweatpants and pulled him forward while shifting your weight, reversing your positions. caught off guard, keys fell backward onto the cushions of the couch with a low grunt. in a second, you were on your knees on the floor between his thighs, looking up at him.
keys was flushed, his chest heaving as he stared down at you with wide, dark eyes behind his glasses.
"what are you doing?" he managed to ask, his voice rougher.
"shut up for once," you said.
from your position on the floor, right between his thighs, your view of him was dangerously intimate. you didn't hesitate. leaning forward, you pressed your lips to his lower stomach, and licked along the rough path of his happy trail.
keys let out a sharp gasp, his stomach flexing violently under the wet contact. before he could process the sensation, you nipped at his skin, burying your teeth gently into the soft flesh of his lower tummy.
"f-fuck..." he rasped, his hands twitching against the couch.
you pulled back just enough to look at him, a thrill of pure satisfaction rushing through your veins as your hands slid down to the waistband of his sweatpants. you didn't waste time being gentle; you hooked your fingers into the cotton and yanked them down together with his boxers, freeing his length into the cool air of the living room.
he was already rock hard. his thick, heavy shaft twitched. seeing him like this, completely at your mercy, sent a thrill of pure satisfaction through your veins.
keys let out a low, ragged groan, his head snapping back against the couch cushions. his hands shot out, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the armrest.
"god, you're so pathetic," you whispered, leaning in closer.
before he could snap back, you wrapped your fingers firmly around his base, feeling the heavy pulse of his veins against your palm. you leaned down and ran your tongue slowly up the underside of his shaft, collecting the slick pre-cum at the crown.
you looked up at him through your lashes, making direct eye contact behind his lenses as you parted your lips and took the head of his dick into your mouth.
a choked sound left his lips, and his hands flew to the back of your head. his thick fingers tangling into your hair to anchor you against him as you started to slide your mouth slowly up and down his length. he was incredibly thick, filling your mouth entirely.
"fuck, slow down," he muttered, his glasses sliding further down his nose, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. he tried to pace you, his hand in your hair tightening to guide your movements, his hips were already grinding upward into your mouth in a desperate search for more friction.
you ignored his attempts to take back control, deliberately sucking harder on the tip before sliding all the way down, letting his length coat your throat until your nose brushed against the dark hairs of his groin.
keys completely broke. his eyes blew wide behind his glasses, his chest heaving as a ragged groan tore from his throat, completely stripped of any pride he had left. the hand in your hair turned urgent, guiding your head in a faster, more desperate pace.
he was agonizingly close, his hips twitching against your mouth, but right as his body shuddered on the verge of spilling, his mind snapped back. he wasn't going to let it end like this.
with a loud groan, he pulled your head back by your hair, forcing you to break the contact. grabbing your wrist he dragged you back up, effortlessly shifting your weight until you were sitting straddling his lap.
“now it’s my turn to have fun,” he said, guiding his mouth to the open collar of your neck. he dragged his teeth all the way from the underside of your ear down to your shoulder, biting down gently enough to make you whimper before tracing the bruised spot with his wet tongue.
his large palm made his way up the soft fabric of your shirt and stopped right under your breast. he pulled back for a fraction of a second to look at your flushed face, and then hooking his arm behind your knees, he manhandled you until you were lying flat on your back on the couch, completely pinned beneath him.
lifting your shirt until it was bunched up around your collarbone, he cupped one of your breasts with his hand, squeezing the soft flesh firmly as he guided his mouth to the other, capturing your nipple and sucking hard.
you let out a sharp cry, your fingers tangling into his dark hair. meanwhile his free hand was already slipping beneath the waistband of your underwear, his thick fingers cupping your heat. he groaned into your skin when he felt how slick you were, his fingertips softly brushing over your already soaked folds.
“were you this wet while fucking that other guy?” he whispered against your chest, his thumb circling your clit once, hard enough to make any possible retort catch violently in your throat.
before you could process his words, his mouth started to slide down, tracing wet, sloppy kisses all the way down your stomach. reaching your waistband, he paused only to hook his thumbs into the fabric, helping you slide the sweatpants and underwear completely off your legs and tossing them onto the floor.
suddenly self conscious under the low lighting of the room, you instinctively squeezed your thighs together; but keys caught the movement and, resting his big heavy palms against the inside of your knees, he forced them back open.
“don't hide from me now,” he murmured, his dark eyes locking onto yours behind his glasses as he crawled down between your open thighs.
he leaned down and licked a slow, heavy stripe directly over your wet pussy, making your back arch off the couch cushions as you let out a gasp.
"yeah, make those sounds for me now," keys muttered against your wet skin, his breath hot against you.
without warning he slipped two thick fingers straight inside your tight walls.
you let out a loud, breathless moan, your head snapping back as his fingers stretched you open, filling that agonizing emptiness you had been chasing in the days prior. keys groaned at how perfectly you gripped him, immediately starting a relentless rhythm, pumping his fingers deep inside you while his tongue kept working onto your clit, applying pressure.
"you're so tight," he hissed, his face burying back between your thighs as his fingers moved deeper, hitting your spot over and over again with precision. "so fucking wet for me. tell me you want it. tell me you want my dick inside you instead of his."
"keys... please," you sobbed out, your fingers tangling desperately into his dark hair, your hips rising from the cushions to chase the brutal pace of his hand.
you were so close. your chest was heaving, a tight knot of pure pleasure forming low in your stomach, your inner walls beginning to twitch around his fingers. you were a single stroke away from completely shattering.
but right as you let out a high pitched whimper and your hips hitched to chase the orgasm, keys suddenly stopped dead. he ripped his fingers completely out of your soaking pussy and pulled his mouth away from your clit.
“you don't get to come yet,” he said, a smirk tugging at his lips as he adjusted his position between your thighs. he maneuvered his way out of his sweatpants completely, kicking them to the side, and freed his length. "not until you admit it."
he pressed the tip right against your entrance, teasing you, but didn't push inside.
"admit what?" you breathed, trying to move but keys held his ground, his heavy grip on your thighs keeping you perfectly in place.
"tell me whose dick you want inside you," he commanded, his eyes locking onto yours. he nudged his head slightly deeper against your folds, just enough to make you gasp, "say my name. tell me you want me more than anyone else."
"i want you," you sobbed, all your stubborn pride completely disintegrating, as your fingers made they way to his back and gripped hard. "i want your dick, keys... please, fuck me."
keys let out a low groan, his eyes darkening as he finally got exactly what he had been craving since friday night.
"good girl," he gripped your hips tightly and drove his length forward, burying his thick cock entirely inside you in one deep thrust.
a scream tore from your throat and your eyes went wide, watering from the sudden friction. your fingers clawed into the muscles of his bare back as you tried to adjust to the burning heat stretching you open.
keys froze above you, his chest heaving violently over your breasts as he let out a ragged exhale against your neck. his large hands digging bruisingly deep into your hips to anchor himself inside you.
“fuck,” he choked out, his jaw clenching hard, “you take me so fucking well.”
“keys…” you whimpered, “please… move.”
he started thrusting into you. his movements slow and deep at first as he let out a low groan with every slide, the faint hair of chest brushed against your tits and the weight of him pressed you down to the cushions of the couch.
“i’m moving,” he rasped against your ear, his voice trembled, “fuck, you’re so tight... it’s squeezing me so hard.”
as your body finally adjusted to the fullness stretching you open, your hips began to lift instinctively, meeting his heavy thrusts halfway. keys noticed the subtle shift in your movement immediately, and the grip on your hips tightened until his knuckles turned white, completely abandoning his slow pace.
he picked up a heavy speed that had your body sliding up the couch with every stroke. the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoed loudly in the quiet living room, mixing with the wet, messy friction of his cock driving deep inside your soaking walls.
a series of high pitched, broken whimpers tore from your throat. your fingers clawed into the muscles of his bare back, leaving long, red marks as you clung to him for dear life.
“scream for me,” keys commanded, as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his teeth gently nipping at your sensitive skin. he was hitting your spot over and over again with terrifying precision. “let me hear exactly how much better my dick is.”
you couldn't even answer him, your voice completely cracking as a loud sob left your lips. the friction against your clit from his pelvis with every thrust was pushing you right back over the edge you had been desperate for all night. your inner walls began to clamp down around him in tight, frantic spasms.
keys let out a loud, ragged choke, his eyes blowing wide behind his glasses as he felt you starting to tremble and twitch around his shaft. he knew you were close.
“that’s it, come for me, i wanna feel you coming all over my cock,” he growled, tightening his grip and driving into you even harder.
a loud, broken cry echoed through the room as your orgasm tore through your body. your back arched off the couch, your toes curling as your inner walls clamped around his thick length in rhythmic spasms. your vision blurring with tears of pure pleasure.
keys let out a deep moan against your skin, your tight, pulsing climax completely destroying what little restraint he had left.
his body went rigid, his thigh muscles tightening as he shoved himself into you one last time as deep as he could. he buried himself and stayed there, his fingers digging into your waist as he came. thick waves of his release shot deep inside you, filling you up to the brim while his shuddered with the force of his own orgasm.
his head dropped heavily onto your shoulder as his glasses finally slid off completely, discarded somewhere on the cushions.
for a long time, the only sound in the dark living room was the heavy, synchronized panting of both your chests heaving against one another. keys remained buried deep inside you. then slowly, he shifted his weight to his elbows, lifting his head just enough to look down at your ruined state. a tired smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your sweat damp forehead before brushing a lock of hair away from your face.
"yeah," he whispered, his voice rough, dripping with a smug satisfaction as he stared into your eyes, "you definitely weren't making those kinds of sounds on friday."
you let out a sigh, rolling your eyes, "shut up, keys. don't ruin it."
he let out a soft, genuine chuckle, a low sound that vibrated right against your chest. he slowly, carefully pulled out of you, making you whimper slightly at the sudden loss of heat, and pulled his sweatpants back on.
without saying a word, he hooked his large arms under your back and knees, effortlessly lifting you up from the couch. you instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, burying your face into his bare shoulder as he carried you down the short hallway.
he walked straight into his bedroom, tossing the blankets back and settling you gently onto the center of his large, neat bed. the sheets smelled exactly like his clothes, and you immediately sank into the plush mattress, completely exhausted.
keys stood by the edge of the bed for a moment, looking down at you in the dark. in the dim light, you could see the faint outline of his messy hair and his bare torso, still looking entirely too tempting.
"the manager doesn't get here until 8 a.m.," keys murmured, his tone shifting back into that casual, slightly bossy register. he turned around to head back to the living room to grab his glasses. "go to sleep. i'll be in the office."
"keys?" you called out softly, your voice thick with sleep.
he paused at the doorway, turning his head back to look at you over his shoulder. "what?"
you considered it for a moment, suddenly feeling a bit exposed by how much you actually wanted him to stay, you shook your head.
“nevermind,” you murmured, burying your face deeper into his pillow. “go back to your office.”
“you’re terrible at lying,” he said softly, then walked out. the soft click of the door closing behind him felt incredibly loud in the sudden quiet of the bedroom.
summary: keys tries to ignore the distracting noises coming from your apartment, but can't help listening to you having sex with someone else.
warnings: smut +18 mdni, cursing, masturbation, mention of cum, jerking off to someone’s pictures, listening in on people having sex (is that even voyeurism??), kinda jealous & stalkerish keys.
wc: 2,3k
author's note: once again for my juana banana, thank you for proof reading. literally no one asked for this but hey so it actually only has to make sense to me for me to do it and i don't feel like explaining it to anyone else.
after that, it was needless to say your day was complete hell.
you both ended up arriving late to work. you got to your job frustrated and moody, heaven help the poor clients you had to deal with that day.
despite how much he enjoyed teasing you and making you suffer, keys got to the sonami office still harboring a raging hard-on in his pants. he wasn’t proud of it; but he had to quickly take care of it in the bathroom stall or he was going to have to deliver the presentation with a full, undeniable boner.
as soon as you got home, you kicked your shoes off and immediately went to run a warm bath. while the tub was filling you walked over to the bedroom, picked up some sweats, socks… and when you opened the third door to get some fresh underwear your eyes deviated to the toy sitting in the corner…
no matter how much you hated keys at the moment, you still couldn't deny that you had been turned on all day by the memory you kept replying from that elevator. you groaned in frustration and rolling your eyes you snatched the toy to take it to the bath with you.
sinking into the warm water, you began to touch yourself; you closed your eyes and your mind was instantly flooded with the memory of keys’ thick fingers stretching you open, and how agonizingly empty you felt without them. every touch of your own fingers felt like a poor substitute of his. you chased the ache he left behind, and after drawing out two needy, breathless orgasms, you finally felt the tension drain from your muscles, leaving you somewhat relaxed.
keys got home as his usual time, your words still replaying in his head, “this isn't over yet.” he didn't know exactly what you meant by that, but the thrill of the thought sent a violent shiver down his spine. he didn't know what possessed him to do what he did that morning; however, he didn't regret it for a second. you had it coming after all.
a few days passed in complete radio silence.
he didn't know what he was expecting, but the fact that nothing had happened at all disappointed him a bit. you both moved on with your usual routines; you left for work before keys even stepped out of his apartment, and you got back before he returned.
now it was friday night, keys was lying on his bed, rarely getting to enjoy one of his few days off. his laptop was open with some random movie running in the background while he scrolled on his phone.
the night before, he realized he didn't even knew your name, yet. but it hadn't taken him long to get a copy of the building’s resident list... and it hadn't taken him long to discard names until he figured out which one was yours... and it hadn't taken him long either to track down all of your socials.
this wasn't stalker behavior, this was completely normal; all the information was public, it
wasn't as if he had done anything sketchy to get it.
so now he was scrolling through your instagram, and rolling his eyes at the corny captions on your posts, yet his thumb kept lingering on pictures of you. he took notice of the way you smiled when you weren't trying to annoy him, and how dangerously good you looked outside of your work attire.
after a while, he got bored, or frustrated by his own fixation, and returned his attention back to the movie.
he was starting to doze off when he heard some thumping noises coming through the wall from your apartment. he paused the movie to focus; yeah, there was definitely noise next door.
“not this again…” he muttered to himself, setting the laptop aside.
he leaned back against his pillows, staring at the ceiling and waiting for the familiar vibration of your pop music to start rattling his floorboards. if this was your idea of payback, it was incredibly immature; and if you thought you were going to get away with it, you were surely mistaken.
he sat up in bed, cursing under his breath as he prepared himself to go next door and put an end to it; but just as he was about to swing his legs out of bed and reach for his shoes, he realized something.
it wasn't a stereo, there was no melody, it was a low, heavy thud, followed by a sharp friction against the wall that sounded less like dancing and more like... something shifting?
keys went completely still, one shoe held loosely in his hand. he held his breath, tilting his head slightly toward the wall, his analytical brain immediately trying to rationalize the noise. maybe she's moving furniture, he thought, trying to force the excuse into his own head, maybe she's rearranging her room at midnight like a lunatic.
but then, a soft, high-pitched sound pierced through the air.
there's no way, he thought, his heart gave a strange, uncomfortable thud against his ribs. he sat frozen in the dead silence of his own bedroom, straining his ears so hard they practically rang, desperately hoping he was just imagining things, hoping he was crazy.
then came the next sound. more breathless, and entirely unmistakable.
“... mhmm...”
yup. that was definitely a moan.
keys’ entire body locked, the shoe slid from his fingers, hitting the carpet with a dull thud that he barely even registered. now that his brain had attached context to the noise, it became agonizingly easy to decipher exactly what was happening next door.
the rhythmic, heavy thumping wasn't furniture being moved, it was your bedframe hitting the wall; and the lower, gravelly murmur following your soft gasps belonged to an agitated, deeper voice. a man's voice.
keys' eyes widened behind his glasses, a sudden, violent rush of heat flooding his chest as his ears began to turn a faint shade of red. it was as if a cold bucket of water hit him.
he was definitely hearing you having sex.
with someone else.
a wave of embarrassed heat washed over him. he got up and basically ran to the living room; he wasn't supposed to be hearing this. yeah, some things had happened between the two of you, but it was completely different, you were both aware of the situation. this felt like crossing a completely different line.
he closed the bedroom door behind him and sat on the living room couch, staring straight at the blank wall. he tried to distract himself by scrolling on his phone again; yet, he wasn't even paying attention. his mind kept drifting back to what was happening next door. the more he thought about it, the more he started to convince himself of one thing: you were doing this on purpose.
this had to be your payback.
it was mathematically impossible that in all the time you had been living there, you had never brought anyone home. yet, this was the first time he could hear absolutely everything… you were definitely trying to provoke him.
and it was working.
he sighed in frustration, stood up, and marched back to the bedroom with a deep frown etched onto his face. what was he supposed to do? were you expecting him to yell at you to quiet down? to go knocking and barging into your apartment again? he wasn't going to give you the satisfaction of knowing he was bothered. he wasn't going to let you win.
he snatched his noise-cancelling earphones, put them on, and stubbornly got into bed, fiercely determined to just ignore the situation.
he closed his eyes, turned the volume up, and tried to let the music drown out the world. but it was useless. he couldn't stop thinking about what was happening on the other side of the wall. and the mental image of you flushed, breathless, and giving yourself away to someone else was dizzying.
he felt his dick twitch violently inside his sweatpants at the thought. with the flimsy excuse of turning around to find a more comfortable position, he slowly grinded his hips against the mattress, seeking some kind of friction. he knew this was wrong, knew it was pathetic to get off to the mere echo of your intimacy with another person; still, his body wasn't listening to logic right now.
at some point, he gave up. sighing in pure frustration, he ripped his headphones off, threw them to the side, and rolled onto his back. was he really about to do this?
he let his hand trail downwards, squeezing his hardening length through the soft fabric of his sweatpants, tightening his grip as soon as he heard another faint whimper. it was definitely the same helpless sound he had heard the other day back at the elevator, and weeks prior in that bathroom.
biting his lip he lifted his hips a little, just enough so he could shove his pants and underwear down, freeing his dick and letting it rest against his stomach. it was embarrassing to admit how much this was turning him on, his reddened head already leaking just from hearing your muffled sounds through the wall.
he took a deep breath as he wrapped his hand firmly around his shaft; he brushed his thumb over the tip to spread the pre-cum, lubricating the skin before giving himself two slow, agonizingly deep strokes.
the banging on the wall got louder, and harder. every rhythmic crash of your bedframe against the wall felt like a direct hit to his chest, dictating the exact pace of his hand.
the methodical control he usually prided himself on completely vanished. his hand locked tighter around his length, his strokes turning desperate, slick, and heavy as he pumped himself in perfect synchronization with the frantic thumping from next door.
he closed his eyes, but it was useless; his mind was a chaotic mess of jealousy and raw lust. he wasn't thinking about the other guy. his brain completely erased whoever was with you, replacing him with the memory of that elevator, imagining his own hand shoving your thighs apart, his own chest pressing you against the mirror, forcing those exact, filthy sounds out of your mouth.
"fuck..." he hissed between his teeth, his hips twitching upward, seeking the desperate friction of his own palm.
he kept picturing what he would do if he could have you like that; no rushed encounters, no cramped public spaces. just taking his time to tear you up. how he would trace every inch of your skin with his teeth, bruising your hips, and how your tight walls would squeeze him, making him lose his mind just like he was losing it right now.
in a sudden, desperate second of lucidity, he remembered his phone laying on his side. with his hand trembling, he snatched it up and unlocked it. there it was, your instagram profile, still open. he scrolled back to one specific photo of you he had fixated on earlier; in the low light of his screen, your lips looked so full, and your eyes had this dangerous, mocking look that felt like a direct dare.
he kept stroking while staring straight at the screen. another sharp, high-pitched whimper tore through the wall and keys let out a low groan, his dick twitching violently in his grip, the veins along his shaft pulsing hard against his palm as a fresh wave of slick coated his fingers.
he couldn't look away from the screen, his thumb tensely holding down the image as his other hand worked over himself with an aggressive speed, wet noises filling up the room.
his breath turned into shallow gasps. he started sliding his hand up and down in a furious blur, his palm slick with pre-cum, his knuckles occasionally brushing against his own lower stomach with every heavy stroke. he wanted to slow down, to make this pathetic torment last, but the frantic pace next door wouldn't let him. the sheets through the wall were rustling louder, the gasps were getting faster, and keys was matching them stroke for stroke, his hips grinding upward against his own hand.
he stared at your photo, his vision blurring slightly as his heart hammered against his ribs. he was completely trapped in the delusion, his mind convinced that he was the one driving you to making those sounds, that his name was the one catching in your throat. he choked out a frustrated, needy sob into the empty room, his grip tightening to a near bruising chokehold around his shaft as the friction became almost too intense to bear.
the noises next door suddenly reached a frantic peak, the quick, desperate friction of sheets, a muffled, breathless cry of your name from that deeper voice, and then your voice, completely undone, crying out as you hit the climax.
hearing you come through the wall was the final thread snapping. keys’ grip tightened, he gave himself three more fast, frantic strokes, his toes curling into the sheets as a violent wave of heat crashed over him. with a choked, muffled grunt into the back of his forearm, he let out thick spurts of white, pooling over his lower stomach and fingers, catching in the dark line of his happy trail.
he lay there for a long time, chest heaving in the sudden, deafening silence of the two apartments. his hand was sticky, his heart was hammering against his ribs as he stared blankly at the ceiling.
he locked his phone, tossing it onto the mattress, and rubbed his face with his clean hand, letting out a long exhausted sigh.
he closed his eyes, his mind refusing to shut up; it was pathetic, and he knew it. he had let you get under his skin without even trying, and as he lay there in the quiet room, only one thought kept running through his head, how was he ever supposed to look at you again after that?
summary: three weeks after keys showed up at your party, you cross paths again and share an elevator ride.
warnings: smut +18 mdni, cursing, dirty talk, fingering, edging, semi-public? idk just keys being an asshole.
wc: 1,9k
author's note: thanks again to my juanita for proof reading this and putting up with me. i just had so much fun writing the first one i thought about making a second part, enjoy.
three weeks had already passed since that night, and no matter how much he’d like to deny it, keys hadn't stopped thinking about it. surprisingly true to your word, you had turned down the volume that day after the encounter, and the next two weekends had been completely silent for the first time since you moved in.
keys was a bit paranoid every single time he stepped out into the hallway, terrified of running into you again, completely clueless as to what he would even say if that happened. but he had been lucky so far, he usually heard you leaving your place about an hour before he left for work, and he assumed you got back earlier than him too, since you two hadn't crossed paths again.
that was until now.
it was a regular wednesday morning, except it wasn't regular for keys at all. he was supposed to go into the office earlier than usual for an important presentation he had spent all night preparing for, which was the exact same reason he had overslept and missed the first 2 alarms he had set.
he woke up confused in a daze, but when he finally managed to focus his eyes on the screen of his phone and realized he had less than half an hour to get ready and get his ass to the office, he jumped out of bed and almost face planted onto the floor as he got tangled up in the sheets. thank god he had left his outfit laid out before falling asleep, he had been called out for his neurotic habits in the past, but right now they were coming in handy.
after throwing his clothes on, he checked the time, only 20 minutes left… he could make himself a quick cup of coffee if he hurried, but he figured he could just do it at the office if he got there on time, no matter how shitty the coffee tasted there.
shoving his laptop and notes in his bag, he zipped it up in a rush, slung it over his shoulders, grabbed his keys, and stormed out of the apartment; just as he was locking the door, he turned around and collided full force with someone who was rushing down the hallway.
“for fuck’s sake, can you watch where you are going?” he groaned in frustration as he turned around to face you.
you both froze.
you looked completely different in the broad daylight, today you looked sharp, professional and effortlessly pretty, a contrast to the carefree girl he had met under loud music a few weeks ago.
he cleared his throat, his eyes lingering for a split second too long before he forced himself to look away. “be more careful next time. if i drop my bag and break my laptop i don’t think you could afford to buy me a new one,” he said, rolling his eyes and adjusting the strap on his shoulder.
“you were the one who popped out of nowhere,” you said, your brows furrowing into a frown.
“and you are the one running down the hall like it’s a fucking race.”
“it kinda is, since i’m running late for my job!”
that made keys' brain snap back to reality; he glanced at the time again and cursed under his breath.
“i don’t have time for this, i’m running late too,” he said turning around, heading straight for the elevator
you scoffed loudly, walking right behind him and stepping next to him on the cramped space.
“what are you doing?” he questioned with a frown as the doors closed.
“oh, i’m sorry! i didn’t realize you owned the whole building,” you shot back sarcastically. “i’m doing the same thing as you. how did you think i was going to go down? by jumping out the window?”
“whatever,” he muttered, staring straight ahead.
“seriously, what the hell is your problem? who pissed in your cereal today?”
“oh my god,” he groaned, rubbing his temples in frustration. “as if my day couldn't have started any worse, now i have to deal with you.”
“it wouldn’t kill you to be a little nicer to people, you know,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest.
“why would i do that? and especially to you.”
“are you serious right now? i haven’t been blasting music since you asked, and this is the thanks i get?”
he scoffed.
“oh, so now i gotta be grateful that you follow some basic coexistence rules? that’s really funny.”
“it’s the least you could do,” you retorted, “since you have been the one making a ridiculous amount of noise in the dead of night these past few days.”
his head snapped to the side, now facing you.
“what the hell are you even talking about now?”
“you think i can’t hear you screaming at 3 a.m. playing those stupid games of yours? news flash, our walls are very thin. what the fuck are you even playing anyway? i swear i could hear you yell something about oranges??”
keys’ cheeks slowly started to turn red.
you smirked, delighted by the sudden reaction you got out of him.
“exactly,” you teased, leaning a bit closer.
keys stared at you, his jaw tight, “you are the most irritating person i have ever met in my entire life, did you know that?”
"oh, i'm sure i am," you said, tilting your head to the side, "but i'm not the one screaming nonsense into a headset in the middle of the night. though, now that i think about it... you did seem to like it when i got loud in that bathroom. maybe you just miss the noise," you shrugged.
keys' eyes went wide behind his glasses, the dark red on his cheeks spreading all the way down his neck.
"you really don't know when to shut up, do you?" he snapped, his voice dropping into that dark register you remembered from three weeks ago.
before you could open your mouth to shoot back another sarcastic remark, keys reached over and slammed his fist directly onto the emergency button.
the elevator gave a violent jolt, grinding to a sudden dead halt between floors; the mechanical hum cut out instantly, leaving the cabin plunged into a heavy, suffocating silence as the lights flickered.
"what are you…?" you frowned.
he turned back to face you, the playful edge gone from his features as he took a step forward, crowding you even more in the already tight space; your back hit the cool mirror wall, and you squeezed your thighs together as a reflex. the sheer familiarity of the situation sent a violent shiver down your spine.
keys licked his lips, his eyes darkening behind his glasses as he locked his gaze onto yours, "you have a really bad habit of just pushing my buttons."
"we… are going to be late for work," you tried to protest although it felt incredibly weak even to your own ears.
"this won’t take long,” he murmured, his eyes trailing down your body. “besides… i bet you are already soaked."
as if to prove his point, his large, warm hands made their way up your thighs, slowly bunching the fabric of your skirt up around your waist. he moved deliberately, giving you every chance to push his hands away and stop this before it went too far; but you didn't, you stood there, breathless, your knees turning to jelly as his fingers finally reached the edge of your underwear.
he let out a rough chuckle when he felt the heat radiating from you, shoving the damp lace to the side, he glided two of his long fingers along your folds. “look at that… see how wet you are? your pussy is basically crying out for me already.”
a quiet gasp escaped your lips, you felt utterly exposed under the bright lights of the elevator. you wanted to scream at him, to push him away and pull him closer at the same time, but your voice was stuck in your throat.
without a word of warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside you.
your breath hitched, your head tilting back against the mirror as he filled you; keys pressed his body even closer, trapping you completely. through the fabric of his jeans, you could feel the rock-hard length of his erection pressing heavily against your thigh, he shifted his hips slightly, grinding against you, searching for just a bit of friction to soothe his own desperation.
he cursed under his breath at how tight you were and began pumping his fingers inside you with quick, ruthless ease.
“look at you… taking my fingers so well while you're supposed to be heading to the office,” he whispered, his voice sending a wave of heat straight to your core. he used his other hand to wrap it firmly around your throat, applying just enough pressure to force your chin up.
“mhmm… you'll have to be much quieter than that,” he warned, “unless you want everyone in this building to know what a little slut you are.”
a loud moan caught in your throat, muffled by the pressure of his palm; he curled his fingers inside, deliberately hitting that spot again and again until your eyes rolled back in pleasure. then to drive you completely insane, his thumb found your swollen clit, pressing down and rubbing in harsh, agonizing circles.
“are you close? tell me…” he demanded, his breathing just as ragged as yours.
“yes… yes, keys, please…”
your walls clamped down around his fingers in advance, pulsing violently as the climax built up behind your eyes, but just as you were about to reach the edge, keys abruptly pulled his hand back, ripping the pleasure away from you.
your eyes flew open in shock and frustration as he looked at you, smirked, and calmly licked his wet fingers clean. before you could even process his betrayal, he reached over and slammed the emergency button again.
the cabin gave a jolt and started to move down once more.
you stood there struggling to process what had just happened. did he really just do that? you scoffed in pure frustration, hurriedly pulling your skirt down and fixing your underwear, cringing at the sticky mess coating your thighs.
keys adjusted his pants, though his efforts did nothing to hide the massive bulge straining against his zipper; he looked back at you one last time, a smirk etched onto his face, just as the elevator hit the ground floor.
the doors slid open to reveal a couple of neighbors waiting in the lobby, their expressions thoroughly pissed off after waiting so long for the elevator. without losing his cool, keys shifted his work bag to cover his middle, flashed them a polite, apologetic smile, and gave them a nod as he walked right past them.
you tried your best to shake off the burning embarrassment, smoothing your hair and checking your clothes as you hurried to catch up with his fast pace. once you finally stepped out onto the busy sidewalk outside the building, you caught up to his side and angrily whispered to him, “this isn't over yet.”
keys stopped for a fraction of a second, looking down at you through his glasses. without saying a word, he turned on his heel and walked in the opposite direction toward his office. a victorious, wicked smile playing on his lips as he left you to walk the other way with a deep scowl and an ache between your legs; already planning exactly how you were going to make him pay for this.
“how much longer?” you ask shifting in keys lap as he bit his lip in concentration, eyes glued to the screen.
“i told you, i just have to get this one done,” he muttered, not even lifting his eyes from the error line on the monitor, absentmindedly brushing circles with his thumb on your lower back where his other hand was resting. finally, he locked eyes with you, his expression softening, “i told you, you don’t have to wait for me, babe. you can just go to bed and i’ll join you when i’m done.”
“you always do that. for once i want us to actually go to bed at the same time, not for you to sneak in hours after i fell asleep,” you brush your fingers through his messy locks, gently cupping his cheek to get his attention.
“i know baby. i know. i promise this won't take much longer, okay?” he kissed your forehead and then immediately shifted his gaze back to the code, his fingers already swiftly typing away at the keyboard.
ten minutes passed. then fifteen. you started to get impatient.
“keys?”
“almost done baby, i swear. just five more minutes,” he pleaded; though you were already rolling your eyes before he could even finish the sentence.
determined to break his focus, you wiggled out of his lap; however, keys was barely paying attention, assuming you finally got tired and were heading off to bed. instead, you took a step back, pushed his chair away from the desk, nudged his legs open and kneeled down in front of him.
“baby?” he asked, brows furrowing in confusion, fingers stilling over the keyboard.
“shhh… just get back to work.”
“but-”
“i said back to work, or i'm stopping.” he sighed in frustration and tried to get his focus back to the problem on the screen. but, it was difficult to accomplish when you were currently unzipping his pants, and your face was so close he could feel your warm breath through the clothes. without stopping his typing he lifted his hips a little allowing you to slide the fabric down his thighs.
with his pants down, you reached up and slid his shirt up past his stomach, bunching the fabric around his ribs. the sudden exposure to the warm room air made his muscles twitch, revealing the neat line of his happy trail that started right below his belly button and disappeared straight into his boxers. you leaned closer, letting your lips trace down his lower stomach, pressing warm, sloppy kisses along the soft line of hair.
wasting no time, you finally reached into his underwear and pulled out his already hard length. you wrapped your fingers around it and gave it a few agonizingly slow strokes, your thumb softly brushing the tip smearing the beads of precum. keys’ breath trembled and he swallowed thickly, struggling to read the words on the screen that suddenly made no sense at all.
about to take him into your mouth, you paused as you suddenly had an idea. in the cramped space under his desk you carefully removed your shirt and threw it to the side, unclapping your bra and letting it fall as the cold air hit your bare skin.
keys looked down, eyes widening “what are you-”
you cut him off, “what did i say?”
he huffed and looked up again at the monitor, at this point just clicking random stuff on the screen. you leaned closer, kissing his tip before sliding him in your mouth as far as you could, making it as sloppy and wet as possible; when you pulled back, letting him slip out with a soft pop, his hips twitched desperately.
kneeling closer you used both hands to push your breasts tightly together, enveloping his full length between them.
completely giving up on the code, keys threw his head back letting a deep groan “fuck-”
you slowly started to move up and down his shaft to tease him then picked up the pace.
keys whimpered, and tried to swallow the sound by biting his lower lip. his fingers hovered uselessly over the mechanical keyboard, "i can't- fuck, babe, i can't think," he choked out, breathing heavily as you pressed your chest even tighter around him.
"you said five minutes" you murmured against his thigh, voice muffled, "finish the code, keys."
"you're cheating," his hips involuntarily twitching upward to meet your pace; he tried to stare at the screen, but his vision was blurring.
keys let out a ragged breath, his hands flying off the keyboard. one found the edge of the desk, gripping it so hard his knuckles turned white, while the other went straight into your hair tilting your head back so he could look down at you.
"stop… please let me-" he broke off into a breathless groan as you tightened your hold, deliberately pushing him past his breaking point “mmmh fuck- fuck…”
you smirked through the heat over your cheeks, purposely slowing down the friction just to hear him whine. a frustrated sound vibrated in his chest. his grip in your hair tightened, not enough to hurt, guiding your head back down and forcing you to take the tip of him into your mouth while he began to lift his hips, dictating his own pace.
the line of code on the screen was completely forgotten, the monitor casting a blue glow over his glasses and sharp jawline as he gave in entirely to the sensation.
his eyes were squeezed shut, head thrown back against the headrest of his chair as a string of undone groans spilled from his lips. "babe- fuck, wait, i'm gonna…"
he didn't finish the warning. you dropped the hold you had on your chest, using one hand to grab the base of his cock and lead it into your mouth while the other gripped his thigh; the tight heat of your mouth pushing him over the edge. keys stiffened, his entire body going tense as he let out a choked sound.
his fingers clutched your hair as he came and thicks ropes of his cum hit your throat; you swallowed around him as keys let a breathless shudder from deep in his chest.
slowly, the tight grip in your hair relaxed, his fingers softening to smooth down your messy locks in a silent apology for holding on so tight, he let his head drop forward, looking down at you through heavily lidded eyes, a weak smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
he reached out grabbing your wrist to gently pull you back onto his lap, wrapping his arms securely around your bare waist.
"well," he murmured burying his face into the crook of your neck with a sigh. "i guess the code can wait until morning. let’s go to bed."
summary: your neighbour gets tired of your constant loud noises and decides to take matters into his own hands.
warnings: smut +18 mdni, mention of alcohol, cursing, kissing, nipple play, p in v, unprotected sex, spit play & cum play.
wc: 2,1k
author's note: this is for juana whom i initially wrote this for as a joke... and for las nenas because they'd kill me if i didn't mention them. also, this is my first fic ever and english isn't my first language, so proceed at your own risk...
it was 11 p.m. on a saturday night, all keys could hear in his apartment was the frantic typing on his keyboard, the consequence of yet another project cutting too close to the deadline and being stuck rewriting his coworkers’ sloppy code.
well he could hear that... and also the bass thumping through the wall from the apartment next door; ever since a new neighbor had moved in, it had become a common occurrence to get almost no sleep on weekends thanks to their parties.
he usually didn't mind the noise that much, he would put on his noise-cancelling headphones and tune it out, but tonight he couldn't afford distractions, he had to finish fixing those glitches on the game. he was already getting a headache and his mood was worsening increasingly as the music and laughs next door grew louder and louder.
two minutes before midnight he finally had enough. he didn't want to be the cranky next door neighbour but he wasn't taking any chances with this project; he had to get it done by the end of the weekend and that was not going to happen unless he got some actual peace and quiet to concentrate.
he let out a heavy, defeated sigh, got up from his desk, walked to the front door and paused for a few seconds, contemplating if he was really going to go through with this. deciding there was no other choice, he stepped out into the hallway, walked next door, and knocked three times.
a minute passed and he knocked again, harder this time. no answer.
losing his patience on the third try, he simply turned the knob and walked straight in. the music was even louder in there, no wonder no one had answered, he squinted his eyes trying to see something between the low lighting and the mass of bodies grinding against each other. that’s when it hit him: he had no clue who he was looking for; he didn't even know what his new neighbor looked like. how could he, when he barely ever left his own apartment?
suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder and when turned around he was caught off guard by the pretty girl apparently talking to him.
"um, what?" he cleared his throat confused.
"i said, who are you?!" you yelled over the loud music.
"well, i could ask you the same thing!" he yelled back, nervously adjusting his glasses.
"you're the one who just walked into my apartment..."
that's when he finally realized.
"oh... i’m keys... well, i’m actually walter but everyone calls me keys i mean, i'm your neighbour... apartment 3B?"
"nice to meet you... keys" you said with an extended hand.
he brushed it off.
"look, we can do introductions later. i need you to turn down the music. it's making my head feel like it's about to split in half."
"why would i turn off the music at my own party where you showed up uninvited?"
"because some people are actually trying to work, and your music can be heard throughout the entire fucking building!"
"work? on saturday night?" you asked, confused and starting to get irritated by his tone.
keys was growing more and more frustrated as the loud noise was numbing his senses and you were starting to get on his nerves.
"i don't owe you any explanations," he said, crossing his arms tightly "you either turn the music down, or i call the cops and let them handle it."
you couldn't believe the audacity of this guy, showing up at your place, being rude as fuck, and demanding things. your vision was a little blurry from the drinks you’d had so far, but you couldn't help but notice that this angry neighbor named... keys?... was actually not bad looking at all.
his hair was messy, obviously from how many times he’d run his hands through it in the span of this 3 minute conversation, his glasses were a little smudged because he kept nervously fixing them and he was wearing some dorky star wars t-shirt. you weren't about to let him crash the party while everyone was having such a good time; maybe it was time to take a slightly different approach.
you took a step closer.
"mmh, you know what? maybe you should just stick around..." you murmured casually, licking your lips and smirking when you caught his gaze dropping to follow the movement.
"what?" he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion.
you nodded.
"yeah.. working on a saturday night... maybe all you need after all is to loosen up a little, have a few drinks... maybe it'll stop you from being an obnoxious asshole."
"what did you just call me?"
"oh, you heard me loud and cl-"
you couldn't finish the sentence before he stepped into your space, backing you up against the wall and putting a hand over your mouth to shut you up.
"i dare you to finish that thought," he whispered, his voice suddenly dark and low.
your eyes widened and you looked at him with a strange mix of fear and lust, you knew you shouldn't be feeling this way about a literal stranger… but the drinks you had so far and the heat of his body pressed against yours was making it impossible to think straight.
you gently pulled his hand down from your lips, batting your eyelashes. "or what? what exactly are you going to do about it?"
he suddenly looked around, conscious of how many people were surrounding the both of you; not like anyone was paying attention anyways. noticing his hesitation, you pushed him off softly, wrapped your fingers around his wrist, and led him straight toward the bathroom.
once you were both inside, you clicked the lock into place. turning back to him, you smirked. "now, what were you saying...?"
keys didn't waste another second, he stepped forward, gripped your waist with both of his hands, and smashed his lips against yours, backing you up until your lower back hit the edge of the cold bathroom counter. the kiss was rushed and sloppy, your tongues mixing, driven by pure adrenaline as the heavy bass still vibrated through the bathroom walls.
he pulled away for a second, breathing heavily, knowing that he should stop this now. yeah, it had been a while since he had sex and maybe you were right about how he needed to loosen up, but fucking the neighbour that he has just met not even half an hour ago was not the right way to do so, no matter what the obvious bulge on his pants said.
keys didn't have much time to overthink before you gripped his shirt and pulled him back against you, hooking a leg over his to press him closer.
he got the hint and groaning against your mouth, he gripped your hips and lifted you effortlessly onto the counter, stepping between your legs and pressing his erection against your center. his mouth was back on yours again; he nipped at your bottom lip, sliding his tongue into your mouth in a slower and deeper rhythm that made your head spin.
his hand started to make his way up beneath your shirt, then he pulled back for a fraction of a second, his eyes searching for yours in a silent question. the moment you nodded he eagerly helped you take it off, exposing your skin to the cool bathroom air, and immediately got to work; cupping one of your breasts with his firm, warm hand while dropping his mouth to the other, swirling his tongue around your nipple before gently biting and sucking. you gasped, arching against him while you reached down for his belt, unbuckling it with trembling, impatient fingers.
you pulled his zipper down, your knuckles brushing against the hot fabric of his underwear which made him let out a sharp breath. he spread your thighs wider, lifting your skirt up and brushing his long fingers over your already soaked panties. he smirked against you when he noticed how wet you were, then pressed his thumb firmly over your clit through the damp fabric, holding it there long enough to tease you and deliberately refusing to move it any further. grabbing him by his hair, you pulled his face back to yours and murmured against his lips, “please…”
“do you have any condoms here?”
you sighed in frustration. “no… but i’m clean and on the pill. you can just pull out.”
he nodded and he took his length out of his pants; you didn't even have time to register his impressive size before he brought his hand up to your mouth “spit,” he commanded with a dark voice.
you complied.
he used your spit to stroke his dick a few times, letting out a low groan, then not even bothering to take your underwear off, he just pushed the fabric to the side, dragged his tip across your folds, circling on your clit before lining himself up and pushing his full length into you in one deep thrust.
the sudden, burning stretch left you speechless, your eyes widening as your breath caught in your throat. he stayed still for a moment, burying his face in the crook of your neck, giving you the chance to adjust to his thickness, and feeling it pulse inside you. then, he began to move.
he started a merciless pace, his hips slamming with force against yours, the heat of his skin making an abrupt contrast with the cold marble beneath you; your moans were muffled by the party still going on outside so you didn't bother to hold them back. keys looked like a beautiful mess, lips parted, letting out ragged breaths, eyes barely open and his glasses completely fogged. you felt so full you couldn't even think straight.
“keys… fuck, fuck…”
“maybe this will teach you to do what i say next time,” he said, accentuating his words with an even deeper thrust.
“i- mmgh…” you couldn’t even form a proper reply as he hit your sweet spot again and again. desperate for more you wrapped your legs against his waist pulling him as deep as he could possibly go.
he leaned down, lips brushing against your ear, "you like being loud, don't you? let's see if you can scream my name louder than that fucking music outside." he asked as he picked up the speed.
"keys- please” you gasped, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt.
listening to your pleas he guided his hand down between your bodies rubbing on your clit in perfect sync with his thrusts, driving you right over the edge; the double stimulation was too much, you arched your back, your walls clamping down around him tight as you came, crying out his name.
he gave a few more desperate thrusts while you rode your climax, cursing at the way your walls were squeezing him then pulled out, gripping his length and stroking himself
as he came all over your stomach, letting out low grunts with every spurt.
you both stayed completely still for a moment, trying to catch your breath, praying that no one had passed close enough to the bathroom to have heard any of that.
when you made a move to reach for the towel to clean yourself up, he pushed your hand away softly; leaned down, eyes locking onto yours as he licked the warm fluid pooling on your stomach. once he gathered most of it, he pulled back up to capture your mouth, and fed it back to you in a deep kiss.
he finally broke the kiss and you both stayed completely still for a few seconds as the adrenaline slowly started to fade.
the contrast of the sudden quiet inside the bathroom hit you immediately; keys ran a hand through his completely ruined hair and adjusted his fogged glasses, swallowing hard as he fixed his pants and buckled his belt back on.
you slid off the counter, put your shirt back on and fixed your skirt and underwear making sure he was watching every move; you walked past him toward the door, hand resting on the knob before you paused.
"i'm turning the music down half a notch," you said, looking back over your shoulder for a second with a smug smirk "just because you asked so nicely."
then you opened the door and walked out, letting the loud music swallow you back in, leaving keys alone in the quiet bathroom to try and figure out what the hell had just happened.
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