Request: smutty keith "Oh, c'mon Keith." You pleaded while flashing him a smile as reinforcements. He sat leaned against the wall, a coy grin on his face as he surveyed the room like a king from his castle despite being only the six inches of mattress off the ground while you, on the other hand, were laid next to him on the mattress. It was your classic late night/early morning talk position, which were some of your favorite times with the boy. His head was held high; he was comfortable, much more comfortable than during the day when he was out and about. There was some cheap alcohol in his hand that rested between his knees and had been passed back and forth for the past hour or so, you weren't really sure how much time had gone by, you never were with Keith. "You never talk about girls with me." He smiled wider, his lips parted as he shook his hand; it was the coolest smile in London and it was infectious. He looked at his knees, a little color rising in his cheeks. "Don't take offense, I just don't know if you'd be able to give me proper advice. See, I don't know if you really understand girls, Y/N." He joked, satisfied at your faux-offended reaction, which caused him to lean his head back slightly as he laughed. "Fuck you." You giggled, motioning for the bottle. Keith handed it to you without hesitation or protest and you took a swig. "I'll make a deal with you, alright? You tell me about your last..sexual endeavor and I'll do the same." He thought about it, a look of unsureness on his face as he tossed his head from side to side. "Yeah, yeah,sure, just gimme some more of that." He reached his hand out and you handed him the bottle. He downed a huge gulp and then set it down. "Ladies first." "I don't trust you enough, I know how sneaky you can be. You can't pull that shit on me." "Fine, fine." Another swig. "I think it was about.....a month ago? Maybe more? Some girl after a show, it wasn't very much or anything. I mean, it was great an all, but y'know, a cheap hotel bathroom isn't exactly the sexiest place." "Damn, you guys are so lucky." You said, rolling over onto your side. "How so?" "This band gets you laid. Y'know some people have to work for that, right?" "Oh, trust me, I know." Keith sighed. "Also, did you listen? This was at least a month ago, not like I'm making it every night." "Yeah but I bet stuff happens like that to you all the time." "Y/N, I don't know how you missed the memo, but I'm not exactly a guy who's made it many times." He confessed before drinking yet another time. "Anyway, you're gorgeous you don't need a band, while I on the other hand.." "Oh quit that, you know you're a catch." You tried to look down to hide the blush on your face. Keith chuckled and slumped further down. "Hmm, I can see that, though." You yawned and ran your fingers through your hair. "I'm sorry I misread you." "Wait, what do you mean you 'can see that'?" He asked, slight offense present in his tone. "I don't know...there's something kinda innocent about you, almost virginal but not quite." Keith raised his eyebrows at you. "No, it's cute, its a good thing, it's endearing." "What's innocent about me?" "Just like, sexually." He glared at you. "Man, I touched your thigh once and you were a hot stuttering mess." Keith Richards, for once in his life, had no quick witty response, instead opting for a small giggle, head shake, and a change of subject. "C'mon, you have to keep up your part of the deal." "It was actually at your show last week," You laughed a little. "I guess your music thing is also helping me then." He smiled and let out a small chuckle but had stiffened up a little: like daytime Keith. "It was alright, I have a date with him tomorrow. I don't really know if I wanna go, though." "Why?" Keith asked eagerly, hoping not to sound too eager though. "I don't dig him that much. He's a bit of a bore, and he wasn't even that good." "Oh..so it's not like you dig anyone else or anything like that?" His words were like tiptoes the way they carefully fell into place, as if they were fragile and would break. You didn't know what to say, because a part of you harbored some feelings for Keith. You shrugged, "Eh, not really." He nodded slowly to show his understanding. "Just so y'know, Y/N, you can come to me with this stuff. Really, you don't have to feel shy." "Of course I'll come to you with anything." You said sweetly and smiled up at him. "Well then, my advice is not to fuck around with a guy you aren't into." Keith said protectively. "We made it once so I really don't know what my opinion is." Your voice was clouded with a yawn. "You sound tired, you should probably get to bed. I mean, you do have a big date tomorrow." The last part of his sentence dripped with sarcasm. You sighed; Keith was always bitter whenever you had any romantic plans with boys. "Don't get like that, y'know you're my number one guy." A huge grin spread across his face and he rolled his eyes. You tackled him in a hug, causing him to squirm and wriggle in your arms as laughter filled the room. He briefly tired to playfully push you away before giving in and letting you peck his forehead. When you pulled away and got off the bed you noticed just how red Keith had become and how quick his breaths were. "Well," You watched him try and relax for a second. "I guess I do need that beauty sleep for my hot date." You teased him. "You could stay up all night and you'd be fine." "Keith, flattery will not convince me to stay up with you." You joked. "Goodnight." "Night, Y/N." Keith said as he got under his covers an you began to exit his small room and walk into yours. You crawled into bed and stared straight up at the ceiling. You had been racking your brain forever for answer to the question of why Keith hadn't yet made a move on you. The signs were there that he was into you, and you had tried to make it clear you were into him, but he could be oblivious sometimes. You almost laughed to yourself thinking of what a joke what he said was, he could never handle you talking about guys with him. He could barely handle what you had said back there and that was mild. You thought about everything he had said, the thought of how inexperienced the boy was endearing to you. You knew he had had a few girlfriends, but you knew, rooming a few feet over, that he had never gone too far with them, at least in your presence. Still, there weren't that many girls but you always just assumed that was because he was going around casually. You had always had a bit of a sexual obsession with Keith, even before you moved in with him a year or so ago. There was something very attractive about the fact that he was built from contradictions; he was cool, ice cool, but also shy and nervous and unsure, and he was bad and devious but innocent. And yet, all his qualities made sense and felt right. Physically, he knocked you out, what with his dark brown hair and nice jaw line and the way his eyes pierced into you but in a friendly way. It always killed you in the morning when he came stumbling out of his room in just his underwear with disheveled hair and a husky voice. Sometimes you thought he must know how crazy that drove you, he'd catch you staring and get a certain glint in his eye. God, living in a some space of constant sexual tension was going to be the death of you. When you woke up and finally dragged yourself out of your room you found Keith eating dry cereal in his underwear. He waved at you and grumbled with a mouthful of cereal. "Mornin'." You said groggily and began to boil water for your morning tea. Keith pulled you into him and kissed the top of your forehead sweetly. "I have to get going in a few, we're in the studio all day today." He said, leaning back against the counter. Your eyes glanced up and down his body, damn, he looked nice. "Is today going to be a screwing off day or a productive day?" "It's always a bit of both." He glanced at the clock. "I have to go get ready." When he returned fully dressed with his guitar he pecked your cheek. "Hey, have fun on that date of yours, I mean it." "Thank you, Keith, I will." "And if he tries to pull any shit you know the telephone number of the studio, find a phone and call. I swear, I'll come running down and put him right." "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind." "I mean it, Y/N. Now get in here." You let him give you a big warm hug, that you probably enjoyed too much, before pulling away. "Have a good day at the studio, tell the guys I say hi!" You said as he walked out the door. "I will, I will. See ya later!" Keith shut the door and was on his way. You and Keith had grown to act very much so like a couple, from constant quick kisses to cuddles and hand holding, there had even been a few times where you dozed off in his bed and woke up cuddled against his chest with his arm around you. You knew this had been a problem with Keith on the dating scene: Mick had mentioned once that one of his girlfriends broke up with him because she thought he was too cozy with you. You had had similar issues with some fiercely jealous guys you went out with who didn't trust you living alone with a guy. And with any other guy they'd have been ridiculous but with Keith it was a valid concern. Because as long as Keith was anywhere around your life you couldn't commit romantically or sexually. So, as expected, your "big" date was shit. The guy was boring and a snob with terrible conversational skills which didn't surprise you, similar things had happened on all your recent dates. You walked back, not particularly happy and not going to call him back. Maybe it was your fault, you did go out tonight with a bad attitude. But you knew that even if you were bouncing off the walls with excitement that date would've disappointed. Keith laid down on his bed, playing a Howlin' Wolf record next to him. He had gotten back earlier than expected from a particularly rough session: things just didn't come together today and although they probably would tomorrow, it was frustrating. He didn't really feel like going out, he just wanted to hang with you around the house. 'When will you get back?' he asked himself with a deep sigh. Even if he had to listen to you talk about how great your date was it was better than being without you. That date with that guy you fucked-at his show. He remembered that show well because you had been able to get out of all your commitments to come to his gig. And you were dressed up so nice with a short dress and tights. When he came off stage elevated from adrenaline and saw you he was convinced he had to have you, but suddenly you were gone with, as he later found out, some other guy. But he was so close, if only that guy wasn't there it would've happened, he was certain of that. Keith began to palm himself through his pants at the thought of having you up against the wall. God, he would barely even know what to do but how he longed for the opportunity to be a fumbling mess in front of you, for you to teach him. Keith felt his pants start to tighten as blood rushed to his cock. He glanced at the clock for a time check and assured himself he'd be done before you came home. He palmed himself for a few more seconds before hurriedly undoing his pants and dropping them next to his bed. He slowly started to move him hand up and down the shaft of his penis, letting out a small gasp as he did so. In his fantasy you were begging him to fuck you, moaning his name as he kissed you neck and felt up your breasts. He gently squeezed himself with a small "fuck" escaping his lips before he could stop himself. He thought about the time you fell asleep next to him, he was too nervous to fall asleep, and you practically were on top of him by the end of the night, your leg around his thigh and pressed into him which he swore almost killed him. He began to pump faster as he remembered the sensation of you on him mixed in with every fantasy he had had about you since you met. He shut his eyes, torn between the idea of you begging for him and you teaching him as more moans began to escape him. You opened the door, immediately knowing Keith was home by the sound of blues LPs blasting through the house and it was because of this sound you didn't hear his other noises and he didn't hear you enter. You were getting your head ready for the Keith Richards cheer up talk you so desperately wanted. When you made your way to his room where the door was wide open, you froze at the scene in front of you. Keith was sprawled out on his bed, his hips bucking into his own hand with his eyes shut tight and a look of pure pleasure on his face. Your eyes widened and you felt heat rush down to your crotch as you watched him. It was against all your better judgement but you were frozen in shock and, not unlike a car accident, you couldn't take your eyes off of it, you just didn't want to. "Oh, fuck," He moaned out, his voice turning you on further. "Y/N," he said louder as he furrowed his eyebrows closer together. The thought of Keith thinking about you while touching himself was enough to put you past the point of handling your own self later. "Keith," You said slowly, unsure of yourself and how you had gotten yourself to do that instead of running into your room. He jolted up, eyes wide open and completely shook up as he wiled his hand on the mattress and pulled the strewn about covers over his waist. He just gaped at you with wide eyes for a few seconds before finally speaking in a shaky voice. "Hey, Y/N. Uh, how was the date and all?" His face was more red than you humanely thought possible. "It wasn't all too great." You said as you started to walk into the room. "But you've always been good at cheering me up." Your voice was soft and slow; you immediately noticed Keith's already wide eyes widening more as you stepped closer to him. You sat next to him on the bed, watching him intently watch your every movement. You ran your hand down his chest, basking in how mesmerized he was by you. "Y'know if you wanted this all you had to do was say so." He nodded quickly, his heart pumping out of his chest. You began to unbutton his shirt, trailing your hand on his warm skin as you did so. You pushed it over his shoulders and he eagerly leaned up to take it completely off, discarding it by where he had left his pants. "Damn, Y/N, I've wanted this for so fuckin' long." Keith said trying to get a grip on the situation. You straddled his hips, grinding down on him as you leaned forward to kiss him lips. The most intense and chaotic butterflies you had ever experienced erupted in your stomach as your lips touched his sweet soft ones. You could kiss him for hours, you thought as your head spun. It felt so good to move your hips against his, gasping into his mouth as you kissed. Eventually his hands tangled in your hair, twirling it under his fingers. "Darlin'" he mumbled, pulling away from your lips. "You're killing me, please take it off." He tugged at your dress and looked at you with pleading lustful eyes. You gave him a playful grin as you lifted it above your head and dropped it on the ever-growing pile of clothes. And then you leaned back down, attaching your lips to his with magnetic force and urgency. Keith's calloused fingers ran down your back, causing goose bumps to rise everywhere he softly touched. You felt his hands pull on your bra, trying to undo it. He furrowed his eyebrows, nervously fumbling with the buckle; somehow nervous that it he couldn't take it off you would abandon the cause of sleeping with him. You smiled against his lips, a tiny giggle mixed in as you reached back and undid it yourself before guiding his hands down to your barely clothed ass, just a thin pair of lace panties on. You felt his hands kneed a little, soft fondlings occurring. You began to leave hickeys on his neck while your fingers were laced in his dark hair, something you discovered turned him on beyond belief, with a guarantee to make him more vocal and deepen the already tender kiss. You really couldn't wait any longer, you needed Keith to screw you already. You slid off your underwear and began to pump his cock just like he had been doing when you found him. By this point, the B side of the album had long since ended, so the only music filling the room was the mixing melodies of your breaths and groans. "Y/N, Y/N, please do it before I explode." You placed the tip of his penis inside of you before sliding down on it and bouncing forward. Loud cries came from a place you didn't even know existed. You had never felt this good,you were completely filled. His hands gripped tightly to your hips as your rode him, his own cries of your name loud and unexpected. He hit the perfect spot time after time, sending you closer and closer to your climax. "You're so..fucking..good at this, Keith!" You called out, barely able to control your own body. You took Keith's hand and brought it down to you clit, demanding that he rubbed. Keith did so with complete control, applying the perfect amount of pressure to make you scream. "Oh, fuck!" You tightened around him, almost completely losing yourself. You opened your eyes for a second to Keith's head thrown all the way back, the veins on his neck popping out; he was so close. It only took for Keith to thrust up just as you slammed down, hitting you deeper than you've ever been hit and causing your orgasm to wash over you just as Keith's did the same to him. You bounced roughly on him before you slowed down and topped, collapsing against each other. You both let yourselves breathe heavily for a little while, letting yourself bask in the feeling of the other's comfort and your post orgasm glow. "So however was. that date?" Keith asked, unsure as of what to say as he lit a cigarette and pulled the blanket above you. "Shit." You answered bluntly, and then continued, letting the beauty of your orgasm take over. "I like you too much." He smiled sweetly at you and pulled you into his chest. His eyes started to hood as he spoke. "Darling, I like you so much, I really do. How about we talk about in the morning, hm?" His words started to slow down and lower. You cuddled deeper into his chest, feeling safe, happy, and warm.
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