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[rubyscrux]

WELCOME!

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ nicole / nic 18 esp/eng

byf: im a student so maybe i would not post very often, i'll write smut so pls be at least +18, my first language is not english so worry if my grammar is bad, i only write about joe keery and his characters. dni: basic criteria, you take internet very seriously, parasocial

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[bbgbelle]

steve begging you not to stop

a loud groan left steve’s lips as you bounce on his dick. he throws his head back into the pillows, gripping your hips tightly as you move up and down, moaning at the feeling of his cock deep inside of you. your pace is relentless, your tight pussy squeezing around him in a way that has steve seeing stars. his fingers dig deeper into the skin of your hips. “baby, please…” he whines out, and you slow the rolls of your hips for a moment. “no, don’t stop, please, i’m close. fuck, please don’t stop.” a smirk settles on your lips as you pick up the pace again, bouncing down on him harder and faster, his cock bruising your cervix and his eyes roll back into his head. “fuck, honey, please. ‘m so close, please. don’t stop, keep going. shit.” with a load moan, steve finishes inside of you, warm, sticky ropes of his cum filling you up. but you haven’t finished yet, and as you keep riding him, steve whimpers. a white ring of his cum and your juices forms at the base of his cock with each grind of your hips as you ride him. “baby…” steve looks up at you with wide eyes, holding back almost pained moans as you overstimulate his cock. “please.” his grip on your hips loosens, his fingers instead tangling in the bedsheets. “what?” you smile down at him innocently. “you asked me not to stop.” he whines at you and you lean down to kiss him. “just let me cum, okay, baby?” a whimper leaves his lips, but he nods, groaning the moment you pick up the pace again.

[rubyscrux]

gold rush

pairing: joe keery x fem!reader summary: you and joe have been dating for some months but you can't help but feel insecure because everyone wants him. warnings: angst?/fluff at the end, insecurities, joe being a cutie, reader is really insecure and not famous author's note: inspired by the taylor swift song, also i made this really quick so sorry if this sucks lmao

you've been to enough of joe's concerts to know exactly what happens when the lights go down.

the screams start before he even walks onto the stage.

it doesn't matter if it's a small venue or a sold-out arena. the reaction is always the same. people immediately start cheering, phones rise into the air, and somewhere in the crowd someone inevitably shouts that they love him. tonight is no different.

you find yourself smiling before he even appears.

then the stage lights flicker on.

and there he is.

for a moment, you forget to breathe.

which is ridiculous, because you've seen him this morning.

you watched him wander around the hotel room looking for a clean shirt. you listened to him complain about the terrible coffee downstairs. you kissed him goodbye before he left for soundcheck.

and yet somehow the second he walks onto a stage, something changes.

the crowd erupts around you.

girls scream.

someone behind you starts crying.

a group near the barricade is already chanting his name.

joe laughs into the microphone, shaking his head as he adjusts the strap of his guitar, and the reaction somehow gets even louder.

you should be used to it by now.

you aren't.

throughout the show, you catch yourself watching him more than listening to the music. not because of the performance itself, but because of the way people look at him. every time he smiles, the audience melts. every time he pushes his hair back, hundreds of phones immediately point in his direction. it's almost fascinating.

sometimes you wonder what it's like from his perspective.

to be looked at like that all the time.

to have complete strangers decide they adore you before they've ever spoken to you.

during one of the slower songs, his gaze drifts toward your side of the crowd.

you know he can't properly see you through the lights.

or at least you think he can't.

but somehow his eyes settle there anyway.

his smile softens.

the lyrics are about love.

about wanting someone so much it becomes impossible to ignore.

and suddenly your heart does that annoying thing where it starts beating too fast.

you look away first.

like a coward.

when the concert ends almost two hours later, you're still smiling as security leads you backstage. crew members move around carrying equipment while distant voices echo through the corridors. somewhere nearby someone is discussing tomorrow's schedule. another person is rolling flight cases toward the loading area.

you've done this dozens of times.

waiting for joe after a show has become familiar.

comfortable.

normally, you enjoy these moments.

tonight is different.

it starts with a conversation you weren't supposed to hear.

you're leaning against a wall, scrolling mindlessly through your phone while waiting for him to finish talking to staff, when a group of girls walk past. they're close enough that their voices carry easily through the hallway.

"he looked so good tonight."

you don't pay much attention at first.

people say things like that constantly.

"seriously," another girl says. "he's so hot."

their friends immediately agree.

you stare at your phone.

pretend you're not listening.

pretend you can't hear every word.

"i wish i was his girlfriend."

laughter follows.

"same."

"can you imagine?"

"i'd never stop bragging about it."

you swallow.

for some reason, your stomach twists.

you tell yourself it's stupid.

they don't know.

they have absolutely no idea who you are.

they're just fans.

there's nothing wrong with what they're saying.

and yet you stay rooted to the spot.

unable to stop listening.

"honestly?" another voice says. "i bet he's an amazing boyfriend."

"oh, definitely."

"i bet he's good in bed too."

the entire group bursts into laughter.

heat immediately rises to your face. you look down at the floor. suddenly very interested in absolutely anything other than this conversation.

because the thing is—they aren't talking about a celebrity to you.

they're talking about your boyfriend.

the boy who falls asleep during movies.

the boy who steals fries off your plate after insisting he isn't hungry.

the boy who kisses your forehead every single morning.

and yet, to everyone else, he's something completely different.

something unattainable.

something desirable.

something everybody wants.

the thought settles heavily in your chest.

because they aren't the first people you've heard talk like that.

they won't be the last.

there are thousands of them.

millions, probably.

people who look at joe and immediately fall a little bit in love with the idea of him.

people who would say yes without hesitation if he ever looked their way.

people prettier than you.

funnier than you.

more successful than you.

girls who belong in his world far more naturally than you ever have.

before you can spiral any further, a familiar pair of arms wraps around your waist.

you jump slightly.

joe laughs.

"there you are."

his voice instantly pulls you back to reality.

you turn around and he's already smiling at you.

his hair is damp with sweat from the show, his cheeks slightly flushed from performing, and despite the fact that you've spent the last five minutes questioning everything, your heart immediately softens at the sight of him.

"hi," you say quietly.

"hi." without thinking, he leans down and presses a quick kiss against your lips.

easy.

casual.

natural.

like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"did you have fun?"

you nod, "you were amazing."

he grins, "i know."

you roll your eyes, "you're unbelievable."

"you still like me."

unfortunately, he's right.

the drive back to the hotel is quiet.

not awkward.

just quiet.

joe talks about the show, tells you a story about something that went wrong backstage, complains about one of the venue's dressing rooms, and occasionally reaches over to squeeze your knee.

you answer.

you laugh when you're supposed to.

you participate in the conversation.

but part of your mind remains stuck in that hallway.

stuck on those girls.

stuck on the realization that everyone seems to want him.

and for the life of you, you can't understand why he chose you.

the days after the concert don’t change anything on the surface, which is almost the problem.

joe is still joe.

he still texts you in the morning asking if you’re awake yet, still sends you stupid photos of his breakfast with captions that make no sense, still shows up at your place like he belongs there without ever needing to announce it. he still laughs the same way, still reaches for your hand without thinking, still looks at you like you’re the most natural thing in the world.

and you still love him.

that part doesn’t change either.

what changes is everything you don’t say.

it starts small. you reply a little later than usual. you stop sending him the random thoughts that used to fill your day. you hesitate before agreeing to plans, like you need to calculate whether you deserve to take up space in his schedule. joe notices, of course he does, but at first he doesn’t push. he just watches you with that quiet patience he has, like he’s giving you time to come back to yourself.

but you don’t really know how.

one afternoon you end up in a café you used to like. it’s nothing special, just warm light, soft noise, people typing on laptops and turning pages, the smell of coffee that feels familiar in a way your thoughts don’t. you’re sitting near the window when you see him through the glass reflection, even before you properly register it. joe walks in wearing a cap, sunglasses, hoodie pulled up like it could ever actually hide him, and the moment he steps inside the atmosphere changes. you feel it before you see it.

two girls at the counter notice him immediately.

you don’t even need to hear them at first to know what’s happening. it’s the same pattern. the pause, the double take, the sudden whispering like the world has tilted slightly off balance. then one of them laughs too loudly, nudges the other, and you catch fragments of it through the noise of the café.

“that’s him, right?”

“oh my god, it is.”

“he looks even better in person.”

you stare down at your coffee like it might offer answers.

joe orders calmly, politely, like none of it is unusual. like being looked at like that is just part of existing. he thanks the barista, steps aside, and for a second his eyes scan the room until they land on you. his expression changes instantly, softening in a way nobody else in that café gets to see.

he walks over.

you try to smile properly.

it almost works.

“hey,” he says, sliding into the seat across from you like he’s been doing it his whole life.

“hey.”

he studies your face for a second too long.

“you’ve been quiet.”

you shrug, stirring your coffee even though it doesn’t need it.

“just tired.”

he doesn’t answer right away. he never calls you out directly when you lie like that. instead, he just reaches across the table and takes your hand, turning it over gently like he’s checking if you’re still there with him.

“you’re slipping away a bit,” he says quietly.

your chest tightens.

“i’m not.”

but even you can hear how unconvincing it sounds.

the silence between you stretches. outside, people walk past the window, laughing, living normal lives that don’t feel like this. joe’s thumb moves slowly over your knuckles, grounding you in a way you’re not sure you deserve.

“talk to me,” he says finally.

and that’s the thing. he always says it like it’s simple.

like you can just open your mouth and fix everything.

you take a breath you don’t fully finish.

“it’s stupid.”

joe shakes his head immediately.

“don’t do that.”

you laugh once, but it breaks halfway.

“you don’t get it.”

“then help me.”

you look at him properly for the first time in days. really look. the person everyone screams for, the person people build entire fantasies around, sitting across from you like none of that exists in this moment. like you are the only thing that matters in a world that refuses to stop wanting him.

and it comes out before you can soften it.

“everyone wants you.”

joe blinks slowly, like he’s trying to understand where this is going.

“okay.”

you swallow.

“like, all the time. everywhere we go. at the concert, at cafés, online, everywhere. and it’s not even their fault, it’s just… you. people look at you like you’re something they can just reach for.”

you stop, because your voice is starting to shake and you hate that it is.

joe doesn’t interrupt.

he just waits.

so you keep going, even though it hurts.

“and i just keep thinking… why me?”

that lands differently.

you can see it in his face.

“what do you mean, why you?”

you shrug helplessly.

“you could be with anyone. literally anyone. there are people who fit your life better, who understand it better, who don’t feel like they’re constantly standing in the wrong place next to you.”

joe exhales slowly, like he’s trying very hard not to react too fast.

“is that what this is about?”

you don’t answer.

because if you say it out loud, it becomes real.

he leans forward slightly, elbows on the table now, eyes locked on yours in a way that makes everything else in the café disappear.

“do you think i’m just… waiting for someone else?”

your silence is answer enough.

joe laughs once, but there’s no humour in it.

“that’s insane.”

you flinch a little.

“i don’t mean it like that.”

“then what do you mean?”

you hesitate.

then finally, barely above a whisper:

“i mean i don’t understand why you chose me.”

that’s it.

the truth sitting between you like something fragile and dangerous.

joe stares at you for a long moment, like he’s trying to find the exact place where your thoughts started to break away from reality. when he speaks again, his voice is softer, but firmer too, like he’s decided something.

“look at me.”

you already are, but you do it again anyway.

he reaches across the table and takes both of your hands this time, holding them like he’s making sure you can’t drift away mid-sentence.

“you think i don’t see all that stuff?” he asks quietly. “you think i don’t know people look at me? that people say things? that they’d all line up to be with me if they could?”

you nod slightly, because yes. obviously.

joe shakes his head.

“it doesn’t matter.”

you blink.

“it has to matter a little.”

“no,” he says simply. “it doesn’t.”

there’s a pause, heavier this time, but not uncomfortable. just full.

then he adds, like it should be obvious:

“because i’m not looking at them.”

your throat tightens.

joe’s thumb brushes over your fingers again, slower now, steadier.

“i’m not thinking about them. i’m not choosing between people. i’m not… whatever story you’re telling yourself in your head.”

you want to interrupt him, but you can’t.

he doesn’t let you.

“i chose you,” he says, very clearly now, like he needs it to land properly. “not because you were the safest option. not because you were convenient. not because you were the only one who said yes. because it was you.”

your vision blurs slightly, which is annoying, because you were trying very hard not to cry in a café.

joe notices anyway.

of course he does.

his expression softens immediately.

“hey,” he says, quieter now. “you’re here with me. not with them. not with any of that noise. just… here.”

you take a shaky breath.

“it just feels like everyone wants a piece of you.”

he nods slowly, like he understands that part at least.

“yeah,” he admits. “they do.”

then, after a pause: “but i don’t belong to them.”

you look at him.

he gives you a small, almost tired smile.

“i go out there, i do the concerts, i do the interviews, whatever. and then i come back. and when i come back, i don’t want applause or attention or any of that.”

he squeezes your hands gently.

“i want you.”

the café around you keeps moving like nothing important is happening. someone laughs near the counter. a cup clinks against a plate. outside, life continues completely unaware of the way your chest feels like it’s finally unclenching after weeks of holding its breath.

you don’t suddenly stop caring about everything.

that would be too easy.

but something shifts.

not everything.

just enough.

joe leans back slightly, still holding one of your hands, like he’s not fully done making sure you’re still there.

“next time you start disappearing,” he says, softer now, almost teasing, “just tell me. don’t do the silent mysterious thing. it’s annoying.”

you let out a small laugh despite yourself.

“i’m not mysterious.”

“you are when you’re stressed.”

you roll your eyes, but your fingers tighten around his.

and for the first time in a while, when you look at him, you don’t just see everything other people want.

you see what he’s actually choosing.

and it’s you.

[nowprettybbyimrunning]

smashingkeys69 3.0

my navigation smashingkeys69 collection

summary: you cant sleep at night and decide to try out a web page mouser sent you, only for it to be a sexting site.

warnings: SMUT +18 MDNI, anonymous online sexting (including fingering, oral female receiving, mutual masturbation, p in v, kissing), dirty talk, cursing, masturbation (female and male), description of nudes (dick pic), big dick! keys, mention of cum, self-edging, praise kink, mostly text messages

w.c.: 2,3k

author's note: once again for julsita (sending each other our keys' fics and commenting on them has been the highlight of my week), and also my solci who always reads them and leaves her silly funny comments, and miamior that read this one, too. thank you thank you thank you for the support yall have given this cause i dont think i wouldve written even asecond part if it werent for it <3

it was 2 a.m.

you had to be up in four hours to get ready for work and you still hadn’t gone to sleep. the city street noise that normally didn’t bother you now kept you awake. the standby light of your tv was suddenly all too noticeable.

you grabbed your phone from the bedside table and started to doomscroll, knowing that you weren’t going to sleep anytime soon. But it didn’t last long as you remembered mouser telling you to try out this ‘dope’ site he had found and sent you the link for a few days ago. so, you looked for it in your recent conversations and clicked on the link, oblivious to what it was even about.

your breath caught when the page finished loading and written in red and fancy cursive you read:

Sign in. Sigh out…

and right below it: create your anonymous account now and meet strangers online!

it was a sexting platform. “jesus christ mouser” you said to no one but yourself.

you closed the tab, looked at the time, 2:16 a.m., and decided to open it again. it wouldn’t hurt you to see what it was about.

your finger hovered over the sign in button for a few seconds before pressing it with a huff, followed by another one that let the page put together your account without you having to do anything. after all, you didn’t really think you were going to use it after tonight.

a chuckle escaped your mouth when you read the ridiculous username they had given you: kissandDONTtell.

when you scrolled through the active anonymous profiles and didn’t feel like texting any of them, you almost closed the tab again. until your phone pinged with a new message.

smashingkeys69: hey ;)

you weren’t the only one with a ridiculous username. another day you might have left it on read and continue trying to fall asleep, but you were bored and the idea of sexting with a random guy seemed, to be honest, a lot of fun at the moment.

so, you typed.

you: hi

the answer appeared almost instantly.

smashingkeys69: what r u doing

you: honestly, ive no idea

you: i cant sleep, u?

smashingkeys69: just got done w work

you: at 2 am

smashingkeys69: u need a distraction

you: is that a statement or a question

smashingkeys69: a statement

the question of whether or not you actually wanted to get some guy off with messages crossed your mind. however, you wouldn’t lie and say you didn’t want his help too. It’s not like you had never sexted with someone before, ‘cause you had once or twice, but not knowing who was behind the screen thrilled you in a way you weren’t expecting.

you: yeah i probably do

smashingkeys69: i can help u w that

you: can you…

smashingkeys69: r u in bed

you inhaled before finally letting go of whatever was holding you back and decided you’d accept his help.

you: yes

you: and not wearing anything

it was a lie. you had your pjs on, but he didn’t need to know that.

smashingkeys69: thats a bit cold

you: thought u might help me get warm

smashingkeys69: tell me what u like

you could feel your heart rate increase and a fluttering sensation between your legs. you pressed them together to try to stop it and get some release. the reminders of the boring guys you had been with before, how you rarely got what you wanted and were never satisfied, pushed you to answer him truthfully as you sensed your own inhibitions flying away.

you: i like to be told what to do

you: but i also like being in control sometimes

smashingkeys69: would u suck me off

the abrupt question made you chuckle as, not used to reading those kinds of messages directed to you.

you: only if u promise to give back the favor

smashingkeys69: ofc what kind of man would i be

you: idk a normal one

smashingkeys69: i would do u so good

smashingkeys69: touch urself and tell me how wet u r now

your walls clenched around nothing, begging you to start touching yourself like he was asking you to do. your left hand traveled from where it was resting against your stomach, sneaking under your pijama pants and underwear to find you, surprisingly, already wet. you stopped your fingers, afraid of how fast you might come if you kept moving them, feeling the cold in them slip away as the hotness of your skin warmed them up.

you: im so wet rn

you: youd slide right in

smashingkeys69: mm but id like to taste u first

smashingkeys69: get u ready f me

you rolled your eyes at his comment. get you ready for me you whispered. who the fuck does this guy think he is?

you: u think i couldnt take it

smashingkeys69: i know you couldnt

you: how big r u

smashingkeys69: i can show u if u send me sth back

you thought about saying no and just imagining it. but the curiosity got the best of you and made you cave in.

you: ok what do u wanna see

smashingkeys69: ur boobs

you: we’ll see

you: after

on the other end, not too many blocks away from your own apartment, keys opened his camera app.

first he tried to take the picture from his chest, but realized his reflection could be seen on the glass from his coffee table.

he grabbed his length with his right hand and stroke himself a few times to get it harder, smearing the precum on his tip over it with his thumb while with the right one he took his phone and lowered it on his side. the angle was just right, making visible only his lower abdomen and upper thighs. keys snapped the photo and sent it immediately.

smashingkeys69: [photo attached]

smashingkeys69: still think u wouldnt need a bit of help first?

if the picture was real, he wasn’t lying.

from the background it was obvious he was laying down on a couch, propped against some pillows. it was taken from the side, his hand gripping his own hard dick at the base as it almost touched his stomach. on the shadow of it there was a happy trail that started near his bellybutton and made its way down.

you stared at it for a few seconds.

you: shit

smashingkeys69: yeah

smashingkeys69: id tease u w my fingers first

smashingkeys69: feel u so wet for me

after getting your pants and panties off, you started teasing your entrance with your index finger as he had said. the heel of your palm rubbed against your clit in sync as the double stimulation got your first moan of the night to slip from your lips.

you: would u let me touch u too

keys threw his head back, hitting it against his couch. the thought of someone touching themselves while they touched him at the same time sent shivers throughout his body that ended right on his dick.

smashingkeys69: fuck thatd be hot

you: so hard and big already

smashingkeys69: r u touching urself rn

you dragged your fingers over your slit once again, having been too focused on looking at his picture. not only taking in how big he was but also how long his fingers seemed to be.

you: yeah i am

you: it feels so good my fingers are cold

smashingkeys69: get two of them inside of your pussy

smashingkeys69: imagine thats me working you up so good

you obliged, pushing your middle and index finger inside your pussy.

you: can i move them

smashingkeys69: slowly

smashingkeys69: watch how you take them so well

smashingkeys69: just like youll take my dick later

smashingkeys69: you want that

both of you followed a slow rhythm, imagining it was someone else’s hands trying to make you cum.

you lifted your head, chin hitting your chest as you watched your fingers pulling out and disappearing inside of you over and over again.

you: i need that

you: need your big dick inside me

keys loved being praised for everything, and getting told how big and good his dick is was one of his favourites forms of praise. your words made him increase the pace he was jerking off at, the only sound in his quiet apartment being his occasional whimper.

smashingkeys69: told ya i gotta taste u first

smashingkeys69: id get my fingers out and part your lips so i could run my tongue on it

you imitated the motion with your thumb and felt your legs turn slightly to the side and close around your hand.

you: mm itd be so good id have to grab your hair

smashingkeys69: i can imagine all the sweet noises youd make while i suck your clit

smashingkeys69: and get my fingers on you again

keys closed his eyes while he waited for your answer, pretending the sounds he was making were actually yours. the idea made his dick throb against his hand and he had to stop the back and forth movements or he’ll cum, edging himself.

you: id moan so loud just for u

you: dont care who hears cause it feels so good

smashingkeys69: and id want u to tell me how good it feels

you: id be trying to close my legs and youd have to keep them apart

smashingkeys69: id put them over my shoulders and let u squeeze my head all u want

it was getting hard to keep your eyes open and read and type. you didn’t register the moment you let your phone fall on your stomach to use your hand to keep your legs apart yourself.

you lifted your head once more and through the blur in your eyes you tried to make out what his texts said.

smashingkeys69: rub your clit rn

smashingkeys69: imagine its my thumb while i get my dick on ur hole

smashingkeys69: slap it on ur cunt and watch u touch urself

smashingkeys69: tell u what a slut u r

you grabbed your phone again and sped up, barely getting your fingers out of your pussy before slamming them right back in. his words and the pleasure turning the motions sloppy and making your knees start to shake.

you: god m already close

smashingkeys69: dont cum yet wait for me

you: hurry up

keys started jerking off again, not wanting to leave you behind.

smashingkeys69: u like me calling u a slut

you: yeah ur slut

smashingkeys69: god

smashingkeys69: id push my dick into u all at once and watch ur face

even in the buzzy state, you made a mental note to get a dildo soon in case there was a second time, not even realizing you were considering doing this again.

you: i bet itd hurt so good

you: feelin u stretching me

keys added some pressure on his grip, squeezing a bit and letting it go as he tried to feel the same tightness he would’ve felt from you.

smashingkeys69: ur tight pussy all around me when i pound into u

smashingkeys69: and tellin u what a good girl u r for takin me so well

you: fucking me raw and fast

smashingkeys69: ofc thats what youd get

smashingkeys69: put my thumb on ur mouth and make u suck it

smashingkeys69: taste urself off of me so sweet and warm from ur own pussy

you: id grab ur neck and bring u down

you: make u kiss me so youll taste me again

keys’ chest went up and down fast as his breathing heaved and he struggled to write his next messages. he bit down hard on his bottom lip to stop himself from moaning too loud and instead getting out a restrained sound close to a high whimper.

smashingkeys69: fuck

smashingkeys69: now im close too

you: imagine my tight pussy clenching ur dick

you: screaming for u to go faster

smashingkeys69: shit

smashingkeys69: m gonna cum

you moaned nonsense as your back arched off the bed and your high hit you in a big wave. you stilled your fingers before pulling them out of you and brushing them against the sheets, ready to type again and finish him off.

you: id make u pull out and cum on my tits

smashingkeys69: cummin on ur tits

smashingkeys69: all over them

smashingkeys69: get some of it on your neck and chin tooyou: good cause i wanna taste u too

you: get it with my fingers and suck it clean like u did w me

finally, with a sweep of his thumb over the head of his dick and a deep grunt, keys came. his cum glistened on his stomach and his hand while he kept stroking himself slower, getting down from his own orgasm.

he took a minute before replying, waiting for his heart rate to go down and his vision to stop being blurry.

smashingkeys69: thats so hot

you: id want u to lick my tits

you: get all of u off

smashingkeys69: mm dont have to ask twice

smashingkeys69: id kiss u after so youd keep tasting me

smashingkeys69: did u cum

you kept typing onehandedly and got up from your bed, walking over to your bathroom so you could clean yourself off. 

you: yeah i did

you: did u

smashingkeys69: so hard

you: good :) well now im a bit more tired

you: thanks

keys sat upright at your message ‘cause he remembered you had promised him a picture of your boobs.

smashingkeys69: wait what about your photo

you: ????

smashingkeys69: u said u would send me a picture of ur boobs

you: oh

you: maybe next time!

you surprised yourself at the promise of another round sometime. but it had felt so amazing that you were actually looking forward to it.

and even if keys was frustrated at having been played, the thought of texting you again soon made him hard again, forcing him to scroll to the beginning or your conversation so he could reread it, “stupid mouser”

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[rubyscrux]

missing you

pairing: keys mckey x fem!reader summary: your bf is away because of work but he misses you so much warnings: SMUT, +18, phone sex, dirty talk, masturbation, switch!keys, needy, fingering, established relationship author's note: hi so shout out to ale baby for helping me writing this, also to my olés bc they encouraged me to keep writing this :3

keys never thought he’d be the kind of boyfriend who got clingy.

except apparently he was.

because he’d only been out of town for two days and already felt like he was losing his mind.

the work event itself wasn’t terrible. there were meetings during the day, dinners with clients at night, and enough distractions to keep him busy.

during the day.

the problem was nighttime.

nighttime meant returning to an unfamiliar hotel room.

nighttime meant no you.

no stealing your hoodie because the hotel air conditioning was freezing.

no hearing your laugh from the other side of the couch while some random movie played in the background.

no feeling your feet nudging his under the blankets at three in the morning.

just silence.

keys laid back against the pillows and stared at the ceiling.

his phone sat on his chest, he checked the time.

11:47 p.m.

you were probably awake.

he smiled to himself.

you were always awake.

he opened your text conversation.

the last thing you’d sent was a picture of the takeout you’d ordered for dinner.

captioned: you should be jealous

that looks disgusting save me some

you’d immediately answered:

absolutely not

his smile widened.

god, he missed you.

it was stupid.

he’d been away before.

he’d spent longer periods apart from you.

but something about being your boyfriend had ruined him.

because now every little thing reminded him of you.

the empty side of the bed.

the coffee he’d gotten that morning.

the stupid song playing in the hotel lobby that you’d definitely make fun of.

everything.

with a sigh, he unlocked his phone again.

his thumb hovered over the keyboard.

then typed.

you awake?

the response came almost immediately.

obviously what are you doing

keys grinned.

missing you

the typing bubble appeared.

disappeared.

appeared again.

finally:

awww you’re obsessed with me

he laughed out loud.

don’t let this go to your head

too late

another pause.

then:

how’s the trip?

keys looked around the room dramatically despite the fact that you couldn’t see him.

boring hotel room sucks food sucks everyone here sucks

dramatic

except you know i’m right

maybe a little

he rolled onto his side, staring at your messages.

the conversation should’ve ended there.

normally it would’ve.

but tonight something felt different.

he just…

wanted you.

wanted to hear your voice.

wanted to be home.

wanted to be curled up beside you instead of stuck hundreds of miles away.

his fingers moved before he could stop himself.

call me?

a few seconds passed.

then your reply came.

needy tonight, huh?

keys smiled despite himself.

maybe

wow admitting it too

don’t get used to it

your incoming call appeared almost immediately.

he answered before the first ring finished.

“hi.”

your laugh came through the speaker.

warm.

familiar.

home.

“wow,” you teased. “you answered fast.”

“i was waiting.”

“that’s pathetic.”

“yeah.”

there was a beat of silence.

comfortable silence.

the kind that only existed with you.

keys closed his eyes.

just hearing your voice made the room feel less empty.

“miss me that much?” you asked softly.

he smiled into the darkness.

“more than i thought i would.”

and for the first time all night, he felt himself relax.

“so, how was your day?”

keys exhaled, sinking deeper into the stiff hotel pillows. "long," he said, voice tired but soft—just for you.

"met with clients all morning. boring presentation stuff. then lunch which was just…salad? who orders a salad?"

a pause.

"after that we had some stupid team-building exercise where we had to build towers out of spaghetti and marshmallows."

you could practically hear his eye roll through the phone.

it failed miserably."

another beat of silence before he added quietly:  

"...i kept thinking about how much better it’d be if you were there."

“aww, you have never missed me this much. what is happening?”

keys groaned, half-embarrassed, half-giddy.  

"shut up," he muttered into the phone—but there was zero heat behind it.

you were right and you knew you were right.

he never got this sappy.

never called just to hear someone’s voice like some lovesick idiot at midnight in a sad hotel room with terrible lighting and worse coffee.

but yeah.  

this was new territory for him. keys mckey—usually cool, composed keys—was currently hugging his pillow because it smelled faintly of your shampoo from when he'd borrowed it last week before leaving town.

"...i don’t know," he admitted quietly after a second. "i just…wish i could see you."

“mmm, i miss you too”

the way you said it—soft, sincere, no teasing for once—hit him right in the chest.

keys’ breath caught.

his throat suddenly felt tight.

he swallowed hard and pressed his phone closer to his ear like he could absorb your voice through sheer proximity.

“...yeah?” he whispered, almost too quiet.  

like part of him still didn’t believe someone could miss him this much.  

like maybe this was a dream and any second the alarm would go off back at home where you were curled up on the couch watching tv without a care in the world while keys suffered alone with hotel wifi that barely worked.

“of course i did” you smile softly, even if he can't see you.

his chest tightened again—this time with something warm, overwhelming.

he exhaled shakily, blinking fast like that would stop the stupid prickling behind his eyes.

"god," he breathed out, laughing a little because it was ridiculous how happy your words made him.

keys mckey did not cry over missing his girlfriend. that wasn’t a thing.

…until now apparently.

"i don’t wanna be here," he admitted suddenly—raw and honest in a way he rarely let himself be outside of you two alone together at 3am eating cereal straight from the box or something equally domestic and perfect.

just saying it out loud made it worse somehow: "i wanna come home."

“just two days left.”

keys let out a long, dramatic sigh—half whining, half pouting.

"two days is forever," he grumbled into the phone like a petulant child.

two whole nights without you.

two more mornings waking up alone.

two more hotel breakfasts where the toast was always slightly burnt and no one laughed at his terrible jokes over coffee.

it felt cruel when you were this close to having him back—and yet so far away still.

he turned onto his stomach now, kicking his feet slightly against the mattress like that would help anything (it wouldn’t).

"...you’re picking me up from the airport?"

“you want me to?”

keys perked up instantly.

yes.

absolutely yes.

he wanted nothing more than to see your face the second those airport doors slid open—wanted to barrel into you and crush you in a hug so tight it probably violated airport safety regulations or something.

"please," he said, voice suddenly softer, hopeful—like a puppy begging for treats.

his brain already pictured it: your car waiting outside arrivals, music playing low as he sprinted toward it after dragging his suitcase through customs like an idiot who couldn’t wait one more second.

he didn’t care if that was embarrassing. he *needed* that reunion now.

you laugh softly “you’re so needy.”

keys scoffed—*immediately* defensive—but there was no hiding the grin spreading across his face.

"shut up," he shot back, but it came out all fond and mushy because yeah, okay, he was being needy. so what?

he missed you! that’s allowed! relationships had this thing called… affection or whatever.

and right now keys wanted maximum affection upon arrival.

no apologies.

he kicked at the blankets again like a restless kid before muttering: "i’m allowed to be clingy after two days of suffering."

there was silence for half a second before he added—quietly mischievous:

"...you love it."

“maybe too much.”

keys’ heart did a stupid little flip.

too much.

that meant you liked it.

that meant you liked his clinginess, his whining about missing you, the way he was absolutely going to tackle-hug you at baggage claim like some overexcited golden retriever who hadn’t seen its owner in weeks.

a giddy warmth bloomed in his chest—stupidly happy—and suddenly he couldn't stop smiling into the phone.

"good," he said simply, voice smug now because hey: if being this needy made you happy? sign him up for life.

then quieter—almost shy: "...gonna kiss me when i get home?"

“gonna do so many things when you get home.”

the way you said it—low, promising, loaded—sent a full-body shiver down keys’ spine.

his face instantly heated up.

oh.

ohhhh.

he knew exactly what kind of "so many things" you meant—and suddenly two days felt like an eternity for entirely new reasons.

keys swallowed hard, his throat dry all of a sudden as he shifted under the blankets, why was this hotel room so warm now?

"...yeah?" he managed after a beat—voice higher than usual. then cleared his throat and tried again: " what kinda things?"

playing dumb. totally playing dumb even though they both knew *exactly* where this was going

“you want me to say it, don’t you?”

keys bit his lips to stop himself from grinning like an idiot—but failed.

badly.

his ears were burning now, heart pounding way too fast for someone just lying in bed talking to their girlfriend on the phone.

of course he wanted you to say it.

he wanted every detail—wanted you listing them out slow and teasing so he could squirm here alone in his stupid hotel room while imagining it all.

“maybe”, he admitted shamelessly, voice dropping lower despite no one else being around.

then added with a breathless little laugh: “please?”

“i would kiss your lips…then your jawline, your neck…” your tone lowering in every word.

each word you spoke sent a new wave of heat rushing through him—his breath hitching, fingers curling into the sheets.

oh god.

you weren’t even touching him and he was already a mess.

your voice—low, deliberate, and slow. so slow.—was worse than any actual physical touch right now. it coiled low in his stomach like smoke.

he squeezed his eyes shut as your words painted images in his head: your lips trailing from his mouth down to that spot on his neck he always got ticklish from…then lower…

keys made a tiny noise without meaning to, quiet “mmph” and immediately bit down on it like an idiot trying not to sound too afected.

“you hard?”

keys choked.

like literally.

his entire body stiffened—face burning, pulse skyrocketing—and for a solid three seconds he couldn’t even speak.

you’d caught him so off guard it was almost criminal.

he opened his mouth. closed it.

then finally “shut up”, he hissed—bur the embarrassment in his voice gave him away completely.

of course he was hard.

you were describing exactly what you were going to do to him when you saw each other again and your voice did that stupid sexy thing—

keys groaned, dragging a hand down his face before muttering “this isn’t fair”

“don’t be shy now…let me finish.”

keys exhaled sharply—part frustration, part surrender.

he wanted you to finish.

desperately.

but also? this was torture. delicious, devastating torture.

his stomach flipped as he settled back against the pillows like a good boy (which he very much wasn’t right now), phone pressed tight to his ear again so he wouldn’t miss a single word of your voice.

"...okay," he whispered, barely audible, and then bit his lip hard, waiting.

every nerve in his body was wired for whatever you’d say next: another kiss? lower on his body? or something even more dangerous…

“i would take your shirt off…just to see your hair chest after so many days.”

keys’ breath hitched again.

your words painted the most vivid picture—his chest bare under your hands after days of not feeling them, his skin probably slightly cold from the ac but warming fast under your touch.

he could practically feel it: the brush of your fingertips over his collarbone, then down to trace his hairy chest.

a shiver ran through him.

his room suddenly felt way too quiet. way too still.

he swallowed thickly before managing a weak: "...fuck."

that was all he could say right now—brain short-circuiting at how much he wanted you to actually do exactly that tomorrow night.

“should i keep going?”

“please”, already started to play with the waistband of his sweatpants.

he hated himself for sounding so pathetic, but god, hearing your voice describing this stuff was better than any fantasy his brain could cook up alone in this sad hotel room.

“i know what you’re doing right now, dirty boy”

“and what im doing then, baby?”

“hand under your boxers…palming yourself”

keys’ entire body locked up.

his face burned so hot he thought the phone might actually catch fire.

how did you know?

had his breathing gotten louder? had there been some telltale shift in the sheets?

he hadn’t even realized he’d done it—instinctively reacting to your words like muscle memory—but now that you called him out, yeah.

yeah, okay.

hand under his boxers. palm resting over himself through the fabric because god, imagining your mouth on his neck was doing things to him.

a tiny whimper escaped before he could stop it—and immediately after: "fucking hell."

“shhh…don’t worry, keep going.”

you were soothing him? while simultaneously destroying him with your words?

cruel. beautiful. unfair.

but he obeyed—quieting, breathing slowly as his fingers curled slightly where they rested, not moving yet but definitely… aware.

his free hand gripped the pillow beside his head like an anchor—like if he didn’t hold onto something solid right now he might actually combust from how much this was affecting him.

every syllable you spoke went straight to that coiled heat low in his stomach—and keys stayed perfectly still, listening like it was the most important thing in the world.

you hum, “while i kiss your chest i would grind my hips against you, just to feel how hard you are.”

the hum alone nearly undid keys.

then the words hit like a lightning strike—your lips on his chest, your hips rolling against him—and his breath came out in a shaky, punched-out gasp.

his hand twitched under the fabric of his boxers.

that line looped in his head over and over, vivid and torturous. he could picture it: the friction of your body against him through clothes (or maybe no clothes), that slow grind building heat between them until—

keys bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to sting.

a quiet noise escaped—something desperate—and he squeezed his eyes shut like if he didn’t look at anything right now this wouldn’t be real… but oh god it was real.

“keep making those sounds, i’m so wet.”

you were wet. because of this. because of him, listening to you describe touching him.

the possessiveness that surged through his chest was instant and overwhelming—mixed with a dizzy wave of arousal so sharp it almost hurt.

he made another sound then, louder this time—a broken little whine—and couldn’t stop himself from finally moving his hand properly now: slow strokes over the fabric, chasing friction like he could pretend it was you touching him.

his voice came out wrecked when he finally spoke: "...fuck…miss you so much."

“i know, i know baby.”

the way you called him baby—soft and affectionate—melted something deep inside keys.

he whimpered again, helpless against it.

you understood. you got how much this was wrecking him—how badly he wished you were here right now to actually do all the things your voice was describing instead of just torturing each other over the phone.

his hand moved faster now, less restrained.

he could imagine it wasn’t just words.

that your hands were really on him. that your lips weren’t just in his ears but everywhere else too.

a shudder ran through him as pleasure coiled tighter in his stomach.

on the other side, you were lied at bed with your legs opened starting to tease your pussy.

“fuck” you whisper.

he listened, and somehow that made him more harder.

his hips jerked up into his hand instinctively, chasing more contact as his pulse roared in his ears.

he was close. embarrassingly fast, probably (but he didn’t care), because your voice and these images were too much for him to handle rationally anymore.

keys gasped your name without thinking.

his breathing turned ragged, fingers tightening slightly as everything coiled tighter and tighter

“i promise you that when i get home i would make it up to you. i would fuck you so hard—fuck, you won’t even remember your name”

“are you close? i’m close, imagining my fingers are yours…”

he could feel it building, that dizzying tension coiling low in his stomach with every stroke, every filthy image you fed him.

“yeah,” he choked out, voice trembling. “god… yeah.”

his movements got sloppier around his cock now, less controlled—all instinct and desperation as the pleasure crested dangerously high.

he could picture it: your hands on yourself imagining they were *his*, both of you lost in this stupidly hot phone call at midnight like teenagers who didn’t know any better…

a whimper escaped again as heat flooded through him.

“fuck yourself for me, put those little fingers into your pussy and think about my dick”

“okay, fuck—“ you moan softly as you stretched yourself with your fingers. still not full enough like you do with his dick.

“that’s it, can you feel it? can you feel the heat forming from your lower stomach? come for me baby”, his hand going faster and faster and squeezing the tip, he’s incredibly close.

you moan to the microphone as you fuck yourself faster, all you could think is keys. well, honestly? keys’ dick.

both of you finish almost at the same time, he does it first, painting his stomatch with his cum.

“oh god”, you whisper.

for a long moment, there was nothing more but heavy breathing on both ends of the line.

he stared at the ceiling, chest rising and falling slowly as he came down from that high—face flushed, skin sticky with sweat under his clothes.

and suddenly it wasn’t awkward or weird at all—just intimate. quiet intimacy between two people who loved each other very much.

you laugh softly, “we’ve never done this before but, hey, i loved it.”

"me too," he said softly, voice all fond now instead of wrecked or breathless. "that was… really hot."

then added playfully: "...we should do it again sometime."

“i prefer you in person not the phone.”

keys snorted, nodding even though you couldn’t see him.

obviously.

the phone was good—really good—but nothing beat the real thing.

being able to actually touch you, kiss your neck instead of just imagining it through words… feel your skin against his properly…

his chest swelled with anticipation all over again.

"same," he agreed instantly. "way better in person."

then quieter—almost a pout: "...only one more day."

he was counting the hours now like some lovesick idiot (which he totally was).

“i love you, okay? take some sleep, it’s a bit late now.”

"love you too," he whispered back immediately—voice thick with emotion.

then nodded even though you couldn't see: "yeah… sleep sounds good."

he was exhausted now—not just physically tired from travel or work—but emotionally full in that cozy way only your love could give him.

“goodnight baby”

keys smiled—so wide it almost hurt his cheeks—and pulled the blanket up higher, curling into the pillow like it was you.

"goodnight," he murmured back, voice sleepy and sweet.

"see you in two days."

he slowly end the call… already dreaming about home.

[stvswrld69]

­ meetify algorithm

pairing: keys mckey x reader summary: keys creates an experimental dating app based on user compatibility to try to get a promotion at work. to make sure it works properly, he asks users to test it before its release. you download the beta out of curiosity, and the system matches you with the creator himself. wc: 3.3k warnings: +18 (minors do not interact), explicit nsfw, fem!reader, enemies (even if they don't know), mention of alcohol, explicit sexting, guided masturbation, m jerking off, fingering, penetration, use of sexual toys, dirty talk, cursing. author's note: thanks in this one to my girl nic for the help and also juls and juana for the motivation. also i'm starting with requests as soon as i finish my finals so pls be patient

keys sat over his desk on the floor of soonami studios. the blue glow of his multiple monitors reflected off his glasses and the office hummed with the usual boring energy; keyboards clacking, whispers and some laughs from the break room. but keys barely noticed any of it. 

his eyes were glued to the same block of code he’d been debugging for the last hour while his leg bounced anxiously under the desk.

he was tired. not just physically –though the dark circles under his eyes told that story clearly– but existentially tired.

keys had been working at soonami studios for some years now, and he was good at this job. really good. he could debug complex systems faster than most others developers and he actually cared about clean codes.

none of that seemed to matter. every time another developer position opened up, it went to someone better at office politics, someone who knew how to shake the right hands and smile in the right meetings.

keys was the guy who stayed late fixing other people’s mistakes. the guy who got praised in private but overlooked in promotions. the guy who was reliable.

he was sick of it.

that morning meeting was the final straw. the manager stood at the front of the room with his usually fake enthusiasm and talked.

‘’we’re looking for something original. something fresh. we want innovation. whoever brings me a truly unique project that actually works…. let’s just say there will be serious conversations about promotions.’’

key’s heart started racing the second he heard those words. this was it. his chance. 

he didn’t just want a promotion – he needed one.

so he made a decision, and for the next two and a half weeks, keys barely existed outside of work and his laptop. he woke up at 6 a.m., worked fully day at the office, then went home and coded until 3 or 4 in the morning. 

he ate microwave meals at his desk and drank enough coffee to make his hands shake. he told his friends he was ‘’busy with a side project.’’

he poured everything into meetify.

it wasn’t just another dating app. keys hated the shallow nature of modern dating apps: endless swiping, the focus on pictures and one-liners. he wanted something deeper. so he built a system that analyzed hundreds of data points: communication style, values, conflict resolutions patterns. 

the algorithm didn’t just match interests. it tried to predict long-term compatibility with uncanny accuracy.

he worked on the psychological questionnaire for days, making the questions strangely personal but not invasive. he fine-tuned the matching engine until the compatibility scores felt natural. 

he added privacy features that made the whole thing feel safe: no photos unless both users agreed later and end-to-end encryption on all chats.

when he finally finished the working beta version, he leaned back in his office chair and stared at the screen for a long time. 

‘’please… just work,’’ he whispered.

the next day during his lunch break, he created a reddit account under a throwaway name and posted in several beta testing subreddits.

r/betatesters • 1h ago

need 50 serious testers for an experimental dating app (100% anonymous) hey everyone,  i’ve built an experimental dating app named meetify. instead of swipes and pictures, it uses deep behavioral analysis and psychological profiling to match people based on real compatibility.  everything is completely anonymous. i need real users to test the matching algorithm and give feedback before i pitch it internally for a promotion. first 50 people get immediate access. if you’re tired of shallow dating apps and want to try something different, dm me. serious testers only.

he hit the post button with nervous fingers and then refreshed the page obsessively for the next hour. by the end of the day, he had 47 messages. 

on another hand, you had sworn off dating for almost a year. after a series of painful relationships, you decided you were done putting yourself out there. the idea of opening up to someone new felt exhausting and terrifying. 

but one night, while scrolling through reddit to see if someone could help you with work, a post caught your eye.

a post written by a user called walternetius. it promised to be something different, and curiosity got the better of you. after everything you had been through, maybe an algorithm could do better than your own terrible judgment.

you downloaded the app and created your account with the user y/nlocked.

the questionnaire was long and surprisingly personal. you answered honestly, even the uncomfortable questions about past relationships, trust issues and what you really wanted from a partner. 

when you finished, the app paired you almost instantly. 

wmckynotes. your eyebrows rose at the high number of compatibility. you opened the chat.

wmckynotes: hey wmckynotes: so we’re both beta testers for this thing? nice to meet you, y/nlocked

you smiled a little at the polite greeting and typed back.

y/nlocked: hi. yeah, looks like it. that compatibility is crazy. did u answer the questions honestly?

wmckynotes: haha… i was brutally honest. that’s why probably most of my other matches were below 20% :/ wmckynotes: u are the first person who makes sense according to the algorithm. wmckynotes: btw, how are u finding the app so far?

you leaned back against your pillows, thinking how to answer.

y/nlocked: i mean, it’s… different. the questionnaire was really long and some questions made me stop and actually think, but the interface is calm i guess. i really wanted to try something different

wmckynotes: most dating apps just feel so shallow. 

y/nlocked: yeah. this one feels more…. intentional. but wbu, why did you join the beta? are you also tired of normal dating apps?

wmckynotes: honestly? i’m the developer of this app. i’ve been working on it for months as a side project. my company is very corporate and i wanted to show them something original. wmckynotes: i needed real users to test it. i didn’t want people to feel pressured so i created everything anonymous.

y/nlocked: wait… you’re like the creator? that’s so cool lol. so u testing your own app?

wmckynotes: yeah… pretty much hahah i’m nervous as hell actually. i want it to work, to help people find something good. don’t tell anyone though. i’m trying to stay anonymous too. 

y/nlocked: your secret is safe with me

keys chuckled softly in his apartment, running a hand through his messy hair. you smiled at the phone feeling a warmth in your chest.

wmckynotes: so… be honest with me. what do u think so far? any feedback? wmckynotes: i’m glad the algorithm matched us. even if this is just a test, it’s nice talking to someone who gets it and works at coding too.

you thought for a moment before replying. the conversation flowed naturally. you two talked about movies, music. he was funny, a little nerdy, and surprisingly easy to talk to.

y/nlocked: yeah… it really is :) good night wmckynotes

a month has passed since you first downloaded that app, and what started as a random experiment born out of boredom quietly became the best part of you every day. 

you were at your desk on nexus dynamics. the open office was loud, with ringing phones and sighs. you were on the same customer support ticket for almost forty minutes while a man was yelling in all caps about a billing error.

you rubbed your temples, feeling the familiar headache building behind your eyes. your phone vibrated on the desk, you glanced around quickly to make sure your supervisor wasn’t watching, then opened the app.

wmckynotes: survived another meeting. how’s your day going? please tell me it’s better than mine.

you smiled despite yourself and typed back quickly under the desk.

y/nlocked: well i’m being yelled at a customer rn and i need a coffee

wmckynotes: i would def teleport with a coffee if i could. black with one sugar, right?

y/nlocked: you remember. i’m impressed 

wmckynotes: i remember a lot of things about u

you bit your lip, feeling warmth spread through your face. 

across town, keys was sitting in his chair. he checked the beta dashboard obsessively for weeks. the app was working better than he ever expected – at least for you two.

keys ran a hand through his messy brown hair and bit his lip when your message appeared. the conversation continued in short bursts or during breaks. 

after that, the conversations become more and more frequent between you two. 

even so, work was killing you. today was one of those days where you had to apologize because you were busy and you couldn't talk to him.

your company, nexus dynamics, was forced to attend the same exclusive networking event as soonami studios. the rivalry between the two companies was known throughout the world. it was serious: years of stolen talent, leaked projects and public shade in interviews. 

the tension in the rooftop was thick enough to cut with a knife, and the employees from both side-eyed each other with barely hostility.

you were there representing your company, dressed in a sleek black dress and holding a glass of champagne you had no intention of drinking. you stood near the bar, trying to stay out of the way of the obvious corporate warfare happening around you.

the founder of the company who prepared all this suddenly appeared beside you with a bright smile.

‘’ah! perfect. come with me for a moment.’’ before you could even protest, he gently guided you across the room toward a small group of the other company.

“so… this is our brilliant guy, keys. one of our sharpest young talents.”

keys turned to you. for a split second, something flickered in his eyes but he masked it with a polite professional smile and extended his hand. 

“nice to meet you,” he said with a measured voice.

you shook his hand firmly, keeping your expression natural.

“likewise,” you replied in a polite tone.

“you two are some of the youngest and most promising people from your companies. i thought it would be interesting for you to talk. healthy competition breeds innovation, right?”

with that, the walked away, leaving you and keys standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. the air between you two was immediately tense. 

keys slipped his hands into his pockets.

‘’so….’’ he said with a carefully neutral voice. ‘’heard your team has been pushing up some aggressive updates lately.’’

you lifted your chin slightly, matching his energy.

‘’and i’ve heard yours has been copying quite a few of those ideas,’’ you replied. ‘’imitation is the sincerest from flattery, i suppose.’’

keys let out a short dry laugh, but there was no real humor in it. you narrowed your eyes.

‘’bold claim. though i’m not surprised. y’all always loved throwing accusations around.’’

keys studied you for a moment, giving you an intense glaze. 

‘’you seem… familiar somehow,’’ he said quietly. ‘’have we met before?’’

you shook your hand, keeping your voice cool.

‘’i don’t think so. i would remember you.’’ 

he gave a bitter smile, and the conversation remained polite on the surface but with subtle jabs. the night was long and boring. you couldn't wait to get home, talk to that app user, and have some fun.

the network finally ended and you arrived home a little after midnight. your heels gave you wounds, and you swore you just wanted to rest. the entire ride way home, your mind kept replaying the conversation with that guy with glasses.

there was something about him that felt extremely familiar and even if you didn’t know his name –the way he looked at you, the dry humor– that felt strangely familiar. you shook the thought away. 

when you finally stepped into the apartment, you kicked off your heels with a sigh of relief. you changed into an oversized t-shirt and stayed in your panties, washed your face and collapsed onto your bed with your phone.

meanwhile, across town, keys entered his apartment, loosened his tie, and dropped onto the couch. keys didn’t even wait, he opened meetify on his phone and saw you were online.

he smiled and started typing.

wmckynotes: hey. u still awake?? wmckynotes: just arrived home. long night… i met someone w your name. funny coincidence right??

y/nlocked: it’s a pretty common name. they are probably like thousands of girls with it

wmckynotes: yeah… but anyways talking to u feels so much better. wmckynotes: i was thinking about u all night

y/nlocked: oh??? and what were u thinking about?

wmckynotes: being honest… was wondering u were laying in bed like i am now. if you were thinking about me too

the tone shifted. subtly. slowly.

y/nlocked: maybe i was and maybe i still am

wmckynotes: yeah? what are u thinking about?

the room was starting to feel hot, your chest was starting to pound faster. you closed your legs to try and cool down the heat between them. 

wmckynotes: yeah? what are u thinking about rn???

y/nlocked: about how nice ur voice probably sounds in general and about ur looks

wmckynotes: only that way?

y/nlocked: do u want me to say more?

you playfully bit your lip, waiting for his response. you had no idea how far the conversation could veer.

wmckynotes: maybe i do

y/nlocked: where are u rn?

wmckynotes: well wmckynotes: i’m in my couch… why?

y/nlocked: maybe i was thinking about me and u in your couch

his answer was fast. he never left the chat.

wmckynotes: great wmckynotes: me too

y/nlocked: what are u exactly thinking about y/nlocked: let’s see if we are thinking the same

wmckynotes: i was thinking about you in my couch… what are u wearing?

you smiled at the question, biting your lip, and then looked at your body as if it weren't obvious what you were wearing. as if you didn't know, or as if you were looking for confirmation before telling him.

y/nlocked: shirt and panties

wmckynotes: k. so i was thinking about u in my couch with that shirt and in only panties.  wmckynotes: then in my thoughts i kiss u first, i think your lips are probably really soft 

you let out a slow breath and slid your right hand down your body. you slipped it under the waistband of your panties, feeling the heat radiating from your pussy. 

you didn’t go straight for your clit. instead, you pressed your palm flat against your mound, feeling how warm and slick you already were. 

y/nlocked: yeah?? what more… tell me

wmckynotes: i’d kiss u deeper… slowly sucking on your upper lip while my hands slide under your shirt. 

you kept pressing and rubbing your palm against your panties, the friction making you wetter. your hips moved slightly against your hand. meanwhile, keys ran his hand down his stomach and began slowly palming his cock over his pajama pants, feeling it thicken and harder under his touch.

then the next message appeared.

wmckynotes: can u touch yourself for me?

y/nlocked: i was already doing it

wmckynotes: you so dirty wmckynotes: good

keys squeezed his growing bulge firmly, rubbing it up and down over the fabric, feeling it twitch under his palm.

y/nlocked: are you touching yourself? y/nlocked: touch yourself and tell me more

wmckynotes: i’d keep kissing and sucking on your neck while my hand slides between your legs.. imagine your hand is mine and please rub your clit over your panties for me, baby. slow circles

you moved your fingers up and started rubbing slow circles over your clit through the soaked fabric. soft whimpers left your lips.

y/nlocked: fuck…. it’s so sensitive. are you stroking yet?

wmckynotes: not yet. just rubbing and squeezing over my pajamas. keep going princess

he continued palming himself, occasionally squeezing the head of his cock through the fabric, feeling himself get fully hard. his breathing was getting heavier as he watched the chat.

y/nlocked: i’m so wet… panties are a mess

wmckynotes: then pull ur panties aside and touch your bare pussy for me. tell me how wet u are

you hooked your fingers on the side of your panties and pulled them aside. your fingers immediately glided over your slick bare folds.

y/nlocked: my fingers are sliding everywhere

wmckynotes: fuck that’s so hot wmckynotes: start rubbing your clit directly now. slow circles wmckynotes: i just pushed my pants down. gonna touch myself for u. i’m so hard

keys pushed his pajama pants and boxers down to his thighs, freeing his thick hard cock. it slapped against his stomach, already leaking. then he wrapped his fist around the base and gave it a slow stroke, spreading the pre-cum over the head with his thumb.

you moaned as your fingers made direct contact with your swollen clit, rubbing slow, tight circles.

y/nlocked: this feels so good

wmckynotes: i’m stroking slowly. base to tip… pls push two fingers inside yourself for me. fuck yourself 

you did it. you slid two fingers deep into yourself, moaning louder. keys tightened his grip imagining that as he started stroking with long firm movements and his fist slid easily. 

y/nlocked: i’m fingering myself y/nlocked: wish those were your fingers tho

you didn’t stop. you saw him typing.

wmckynotes: fuck wmckynotes: do u have any toys?

you bit your lip, hesitating for just a second before answering honestly. you had one, you bought it when you were dating that pathetic boy you had as your boyfriend. he never made you come, and that's exactly why you bought it.

y/nlocked: yeah. i got one in my drawer

you reached over the nightstand drawer and took the toy in your hands. then you positioned yourself comfortably with spread wide legs. 

wmckynotes: rub the tip against your clit. get it nice and wet. i’m strocking faster now

you rubbed it up and down your slit, coating it with your wetness. keys was now fully focused on his own pleasure. keys’ hand moved faster. his hips were starting to buck up into his fist as he got more into it.

wmckynotes: push it inside and imagine it’s me stretching u

you did it, pressing it against your entrance and slowly pushing it in, gasping as it stretched you open.

y/nlocked: fuck… it’s thick. i need u

keys' large hand wrapped around his entire cock. he moved his hand up and down painfully, feeling that it wasn't quite enough. it wasn’t enough for him because he needed you. 

wmckynotes: fuck w it baby. nice and deep… imagine is my cock filling u up

you started thrusting the toy in and out, moaning louder with every push. your legs were already starting to shake, and your stomach was starting to feel strange.

y/nlocked: fuck… it’s thick

wmckynotes: don’t stop. i’m so fucking close baby :) i want u to cum all over the toy while i cum all over my hand

your moans turned into cries as your orgasm built rapidly.

y/nlocked: fuck… gonna cum. gonna cum so hard

wmckynotes: cum for me. fuck, i’m cumming too

you came with a loud scream. your back arched off the bed, your thighs were shaking violently as your pussy clenched around the toy. 

at the same time, keys groaned deeply, his hips buckling as thick ropes of cum shot across his stomach.

wmckynotes: are u ok

y/nlocked: fuck yeah y/nlocked: gonna clean this mess

wmckynotes: right wmckynotes: same

you got up to go to the bathroom and freshen up a bit. washed your face and drank some water before sitting back down on the bed and checking your phone.

he wrote again since the last message.

wmckynotes: since this is getting like wmckynotes: a little bit more serious wmckynotes: do u have like… discord or something?

y/nlocked: yeah y/nlocked: i use it for work sometimes

wmckynotes: can i add u there

y/nlocked: yeah ofc

you sent him your username, waiting for him to add you and it didn't take long for him to do so. but when you saw his discord profile picture, you froze. 

it was his face. and he wasn't just anyone.

he was the guy you met that very night at the work event. 

it was him. keys.

© dividers by angeliicide and suupersonic

[frootybb]

stepbro!steve p.2

A/N: Whew okay besties, writing this had me flirty and feral in the drafts… Yeah i’m not okay. Enjoy you filthy animals

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·✶· stepbro!steve who catches you talking to some basketball player after school and suddenly gets uncharacteristically quiet on the drive home. The second you’re inside he backs you against the front door, one hand planted beside your head, jaw tight. “You think that loser could handle you? He doesn’t know shit about what you need. I do. And I’m getting real fucking tired of pretending I don’t.”

·✶· stepbro!steve who stops bringing girls home altogether after that night he caught you touching yourself. Now his focus is entirely on you. He walks around the house shirtless more often, sweatpants hanging low, and every time you pass him he pulls you in by the waist just to feel you tense up against him.

·✶· stepbro!steve who corners you in the laundry room while you’re folding clothes, presses you against the vibrating dryer, and slides his hand up your thigh under your skirt. “Been thinking about this every time I hear that little frustrated sigh through the wall. You’ve been driving me crazy, princess. Time to stop teasing your big brother.”

·✶· stepbro!steve who finally snaps completely one night when he hears you moan his name while you’re touching yourself. He doesn’t knock just pushes your door open, steps inside, and climbs onto your bed, caging you in with his body. “Say it again,” he demands, voice low and rough, grinding his hard cock against your soaked panties. “Louder this time. Want to hear my little sister moaning my name while I’m right here.”

·✶· stepbro!steve who finally crosses the line and fucks you that same night, slow and deep at first, savoring every whimper, then harder when you start begging. He keeps one hand over your mouth, whispering against your ear, “Shh, can’t let mom and dad hear how much their precious girl loves her stepbrother’s cock, can we?”

·✶· stepbro!steve who gets possessive as hell afterward. The next morning he’s back to protective big brother mode in front of your parents, but the second they leave the room he’s pulling you onto his lap at the kitchen table, hand slipping between your thighs. “No more hiding. You’re mine now. Got it, sweetheart?”

·✶· stepbro!steve who starts sneaking into your room almost every night, sometimes still hard from jerking off in the shower while moaning your name on purpose. He’ll pin your wrists above your head and tease you for hours: fingers, tongue, grinding against you until you’re a shaking mess. “Look at you. All those times you called me disgusting… and now you’re creaming on my fingers like a needy little slut for your stepbro.”

·✶· stepbro!steve who gets jealous again when he sees you texting someone. He deletes the guy’s number from your phone while you’re in the shower, then joins you, pressing you against the tiles. “You don’t need anyone else. I’m right here. And I fuck better than any of those idiots ever could. Want me to prove it again?”

·✶· stepbro!steve who starts calling you “baby” and “my girl” when he’s buried inside you, voice all husky and wrecked. “That’s it, baby… take your big brother’s cock. Fuck— you were made for this.”

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[washoutmyhairdye]

the one with the rude neighbour

keys mckey x reader

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.

[nowprettybbyimrunning]

smashingkeys69

my navigation

summary: you've been talking to someone with the username smashingkeys69 on a private chat site for some weeks, oblivious to the fact that the guy behind the profile is your coworker, who you might not be too fond of.

warnings: SMUT +18 MDNI, sexting (including breast play, fingering, blowjob, riding), nipple play, masturbation (female and male), dirty talk ig, fingering, multiple orgasms, mention of spit, mention of cum, semi public? (i mean is it public if youre in your bathroom at work but no one is there with you?), description of nsfw audio, mostly text messages

w.c.: 2,5k

author's note: first of all this one is for my julsita who not only is keys #1 girlfriend but also heard my idea first <3 also, a big big big thanks to blaize for proof reading and being the sweetest angel ever. yeah i know that you'd have to be a bit stupid to not realize the connection between the "keys" in the username and the nickname but can't a girl have some fun, ok bye.

you were barely finishing your first cup of coffee of the morning when he got up from his chair across yours. until then, you’d barely been able to see him as the big computer screens that separated you both blocked the view.

good, you thought. that way you wouldn’t have to endure his insufferable, bitchy face each time you pointed out a flaw on his code.

your eyes followed him until he disappeared down the hallway, cursing him under your breath as tomorrow’s deadline stared back at you, why the fuck does he think this is a good time to take a break, you knew it wasn’t like him.

but the thought of him flew from your mind the moment you heard your phone ping, the notification on your screen pulled a smirk on your lips that you didn’t even try to fight back.

smashingkeys69: r u free right now?

without meaning to you were already pressing your thighs together. the idea of locking yourself in one of soonami’s bathrooms made you swallow hard as you felt heat rushing to your cheeks.

you scanned the room before answering, everyone was locked in in whatever it was they were doing.

you: no but i can make myself free

you: give me 2 mins

it didn’t take you long to get from your shared desk to the women’s bathroom. you felt your skin prickling in response to how cold the room was. thankfully, all the cubicles were open, meaning you were completely alone and free to lock yourself inside the one farthest from the door, too scared to be heard.

you: okay

you: now i’m free

his reply came instantly.

smashingkeys69: what r u wearing

you sighed when you realized your work outfit was probably the least sexy thing in the world and for a moment thought about lying to him, but what was the point. he knew you were probably at work just as you knew he also was.

if only you were aware of the one digit meters that separated you from him in that moment.

you: the most boring work clothes

smashingkeys69: work clothes can be sexy

you: ur not helping set the mood w that

smashingkeys69: and ur not helping w the attitude

smashingkeys69: cmon tell me

you: a band tshirt and jeans

smashingkeys69: what band

you: srsly is it important

smashingkeys69: tryin to get to know you

you: why

smashingkeys69: cause no ones ever gotten me as hard as you do

you loved how with just some words he had pulled you in and made the heat on your cheeks travel to your stomach, sitting down on it with anticipation at what you knew was about to go down.

you: blur.

on the other bathroom, right next to the one you had settled in, keys fumbled with the button of his jeans, trying to get it open onehanded, knowing that your short answer to his stupid question was a sign that you wanted to get off as much he did. when the fabric hit the floor along with his underwear he shivered from the cold, the crash of sensations between the air and his hot skin adding on to the pleasure he was feeling.

smashingkeys69: take it off

you: im in my works bathroom

smashingkeys69: can u work w me

you: fine

smashingkeys69: take your bra off too

you knew he would like your next message.

you: im not wearing any

smashingkeys69: fuck

you: its off

you: tell me what youd do with em

seeing him texting and stopping, texting and stopping, felt like torture every single time.

smashingkeys69: touch them

smashingkeys69: think bout my hands instead of urs

smashingkeys69: id grab them both and kiss and bite down ur neck

you felt your free hand sliding up your bare stomach and stopping over your breast, cupping it and sighing.

keys remembered the picture of them you had sent him once and imagined yourself squishing them slightly, both free and full against your hand. he moaned.

you: id let u mark me wherever u wanted

smashingkeys69: good

smashingkeys69: id start on ur neck and make my way down slowly

smashingkeys69: taking my time just to torture u

you: youd love that wouldnt u

smashingkeys69: id love to hear u moan my name when i play with ur nipple

you followed his orders, pinching one of your nipples between the pad of your thumb and index finger and rolling it. if you knew what his name was, you’d whisper it for yourself.

keys took the lack of answer from you as asking him to go on, he was sure you were playing with the hard bud just as he had said.

smashingkeys69: i suck on it and flick my tongue over it as if it were your pussy

your thumb brushed over your nipple slowly once, twice, before you flicked it and gasped at the sudden impact.

on the other room keys was fighting hard not to start jerking himself off, his dick already hard and hitting his stomach, begging for attention that it would get soon.

smashingkeys69: my hand goes down ur body and and sneaks under your pants feeling you warm and wet

smashingkeys69: do that for me now

smashingkeys69: touch yourself

smashingkeys69: r u wet

you don’t waste time and let your jeans fall to your ankles just to shimmy your panties down your legs, completely naked now, shoulders resting against the wall. your fingers slid down from your tits, circling slowly on your pussy as soon as they touched it.

you: m so wet

you: youd slide in so easily

smashingkeys69: dont get ahead of urself

smashingkeys69: fuck urself w ur fingers

smashingkeys69: 2 of them

smashingkeys69: pretend that their mine

smashingkeys69: that its me holding u open

smashingkeys69: pumping them into u until ur shaking under me telling me how good i make u feel

smashingkeys69: tell me how it feels

you: it feels so good

your movements got faster and your back arched as you approached your peak and a whine left your lips, trying to shut yourself up with the hand holding your phone. but it didn’t last long before it vibrated on your hand, the need to read what he was saying was stronger in your fuzzy head than the fear of being heard.

smashingkeys69: go faster and play with ur clit

smashingkeys69: tell me how close u r

you: m so close

you: im waitin for u to tell me

smashingkeys69: ur waiting for my permission to cum?

you: yes

it was all you managed to write through your blurry vision and knees about to buckle, forcing you to hold yourself upright by resting your free forearm against the wall in front of you as two of your fingers were still getting in and out of your cunt.

smashingkeys69: good girl

smashingkeys69: make urself cum thinkin of me

you: m

smashingkeys69: i know

you curled your fingers inside of yourself and your rhythm faltered when you felt your climax approaching. “fuck. fuck. fuck” you whispered. it only took three more seconds for your thighs to tremble and your arousal to coat your fingers as your curses were replaced with a cry you weren’t able to hide. the cold of the bathroom had turned hot long ago and it wasn’t helping you catch your breath and took your fingers out, shinny under the white lights.

you: holy fuck

smashingkeys69: how do u feel

you: amazing

you: but we arent done yet

smashingkeys69: wasnt expecting to

smashingkeys69: have u cleaned ur fingers yet

you: i was bout to

smashingkeys69: suck them

you: what

smashingkeys69: if they were mine id suck them clean as soon as id gotten them out of your pussy

smashingkeys69: so put them in your mouth and suck them clean

compliant, you let your two digits past your lips and rested them against your tongue, savoring your own cum before sliding them out and swallowing. you attempted to dry them off against the skin on your sides, ready to type again and give back the favor.

you: get ur dick out

smashingkeys69: its been out

you were thankful for past you that had sent him a picture of your boobs, it had gotten you one of his length back, even if you usually hated dick pics. ‘cause now you know what it looked like. you know about how it tilts slightly to the right when it’s hard, about the big undervein that runs along it, and of course you also know about his dick being big compared to his hand that you were sure was not small.

you: good cause idk how much longer i have

smashingkeys69: u in a hurry?

you: i should be doing the work my coworker isnt doing rn

smashingkeys69: sounds like an asshole

you: he is

you: whatever

you: where were we

smashingkeys69: my dicks out

you: yeah right

you: r u hard

smashingkeys69: if i dont start jerking off rn i might die

you: dramatic much??

smashingkeys69: youve no idea how u kill me

you: show me then

smashingkeys69: help me then

smashingkeys69: dyou think u could handle it

you: ur big dick?

you: u know id take it so well

you: but id have to prep u for that first

smashingkeys69: mhm how would u do that tell me

you: i would trail my tongue from ur belly all the way to ur base

you: over the pretty happy trail ik u have

keys dropped one of his hands from his phone and skimmed it over his chest, through the hair he had gotten to learn you loved and stopped right above his pubes, waiting to read what you’d tell him to do.

smashingkeys69: u like the happy trail

you: i love the happy trail

you: id leave sloppy kisses all over it

you: and youd beg me to put your dick in my mouth

smashingkeys69: id grab u by the hair and pull u up

smashingkeys69: id kiss u and bite down on ur lip before telling u to suck me off if u want to cum again later

you: thats hot

smashingkeys69: ik u like it rough

you: id let u guide me down on my knees

you: i wouldnt want u to let go of my hair

smashingkeys69: i wouldnt

smashingkeys69: id use it to guide u to my dick

you: i wouldnt start easy

you: id kiss ur tip first and then get all ur dick inside my mouth til my nose touches ur skin

they didn’t have much time and keys knew it. she had to get back to work just as much as he had to get back to his before he was murdered, funny enough, by you. so he set a quick and rough pace instantly, using the precum that had already been leaking from his tip from making you cum and his own spit as lube. his hand was pumping fast and the wet sound it made mixed with his low groan, jaw clenched and eyes locked on his phone screen, watching the typing bubble laugh at his eagerness.

you: r u jerking off

smashingkeys69: yeah

smashingkeys69: keep goin

you: id love to see ur face while u fuck my mouth

you: id never stop looking at u even when my eyes r watering

you: or when ur head hits the back of my throat over and over again and it gets too much

smashingkeys69: id make u gag on it

you: id love to edge you just to pin u down and climb on ur lap

you: sinking down on u slowly til ur so deep inside of me that we can’t think

keys found himself moaning yeah as if you were able to hear him, only to realize that you couldn’t. his hips slammed into his fist while he typed with practiced ease.

smashingkeys69: yeah

smashingkeys69: stretching u so good

you couldn’t help but taking your hand to your pussy and starting to play with yourself again, dragging your fingers over your folds and spreading them open to tease at your entrance while you whined.

you were still sensitive from your first orgasm so it wasn’t hard to get you high again.

you: im dripping

smashingkeys69: u playing w urself again

you: couldnt help myself

smashingkeys69: keep going

smashingkeys69: we’ll cum together

smashingkeys69: god id love to be tasting u

you: i want u to fuck me

smashingkeys69: i would baby

smashingkeys69: id open ur legs and bury myself inside ur cunt

smashingkeys69: youd be feeling me for days

you: i wish i could hear u rn

his messages stopped for a few seconds. at first you just thought he was too close to his orgasm to be able to text you. but when fifteen seconds went by and he didn’t reply you were about to ask him if he was okay when a bubble came through. but this time it wasn’t only a text.

it was a voice note, followed by a text.

smashingkeys69: cum to that

you pressed play on the 12 seconds audio and quickly took your phone to your ear.

the sound of skin against skin filled you, making you quicken the circles on your clit. you heard the wet sounds of what you thought to be precum or spit and ragged breathing. it was him, of course. and if hearing his panting was taking you to the edge, what sent you flying was the smallest whisper of fuck. one he had clearly tried to repress but gave up soon, letting his moans and whimpers out for you to hear.

your legs pressed together and trembled as you came to the sound of what had been his own orgasm just seconds before.

hand back on the wall to support yourself while you waited for your dizziness to leave you.

smashingkeys69: u okay

you: fantastic

you: u

smashingkeys69: never been better

you: i gotta get back to work

smashingkeys69: me too

smashingkeys69: ill text u tonight

you: deal

you looked at the time and realized you had been gone for almost twenty minutes, hurrying to get your clothes back on and arranging by looking at the bathroom mirror. once the front of your shirt was tucked a bit inside of your jeans you washed your hands but didn’t dry them with paper towels. instead, you pressed them to the back of your head, attempting to cool down.

over in the men’s bathroom keys had finished washing his hands and his face, ready to go back to his desk. only to open the door at the same time you walked out of the women’s bathroom. his eyes took in your flustered cheeks and dropped to your shirt.

blur.

“oh, fuck me” he said in disbelief.

you looked at him confused, but then your eyes followed his and you noticed the reason for his sudden distress. it was your shirt.

you looked back at him horrified as you connected the dots you now know you should’ve realized a long time ago.

smashingkeys69.

smashing keys, as in keys mckeys, aka the guy you shared a desk with.

[rubyscrux]

the cure

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader summary: you and steve are in a situationship since a few months ago but with latest events in the upside down, steve and nancy are starting to get closer, and you can't help but compare yourself and feel inadequate for him. warnings: angst, based in the cure by olivia rodrigo, insecurities, reader being insecure by nancy (and robin), set in s4 and later in epilogue s5, happy ending author's note: soooo first post here, i hope u like it :3

The thing about Steve Harrington was that he loved loudly.

Not through grand gestures or dramatic confessions, but in smaller things. Softer things.

In the way he always reached for your hand under the table without thinking about it. In the way he waited outside Family Video after your shifts just to drive you home even when you lived ten minutes away. In the way he looked for you first whenever something went wrong.

You were never officially together.

No labels. No conversations about exclusivity.

Just something messy and undefined that existed somewhere between friendship and love.

Late-night drives with the windows down. Falling asleep against his shoulder during movie nights. Steve climbing through your bedroom window at midnight with fries because he remembered you forgot to eat earlier.

It should’ve felt secure.

Instead, it terrified you.

Then everything with Vecna started.

Max nearly dying. Sleepless nights. The Upside Down splitting Hawkins apart all over again.

And Nancy Wheeler stepping back into Steve’s life.

At first, you convinced yourself it was nothing.

Nancy and Steve had history. Of course they gravitated toward each other again. Shared trauma had a way of pulling people back together.

Still, you noticed things.

The way Steve looked at her sometimes.

The way Nancy seemed to understand him effortlessly.

The way Robin kept glancing between them like she knew something you didn’t.

And suddenly, you felt sick all the time.

It reminded you too much of Starcourt.

Back when Robin had first started working with Steve.

You remembered watching them laugh together constantly, whispering inside jokes across the counter at Family Video while you stood there pretending it didn’t bother you.

You remembered lying awake at night thinking:

Of course he’d fall for someone like her.

Funny. Smart. Easy to be around.

You spent weeks convincing yourself Steve liked Robin before finding out she was lesbian, and the embarrassment nearly killed you.

So you tried telling yourself this was the same thing all over again.

Another insecurity. Another stupid idea your brain created to hurt itself.

But then Eddie made comments about Steve and Nancy.

Then Dustin.

Then Robin started nudging them toward each other in ways that felt impossible to ignore.

And worst of all, Steve seemed completely unaware of it.

Like he didn’t understand how easy he was to lose sleep over.

One night after returning from the Upside Down, you sat silently on the edge of Steve’s bed while he cleaned blood from a cut on his shoulder.

“You’ve been quiet lately,” he said softly.

“I’m tired.”

Steve looked up immediately.

“No,” he murmured. “It’s more than that.”

You stared at the floor.

He sighed gently before setting the cloth down beside him.

“You know there’s nothing going on with Nancy, right?”

Your chest tightened instantly.

“Yeah,” you answered too fast. “I know.”

“Hey.”

You finally looked at him.

His expression almost made everything worse.

Because he looked so sincere.

So patient.

“I mean it,” Steve said quietly. “There’s nothing there.”

You nodded.

Forced a smile.

“Okay.”

And Steve believed you.

That was the problem.

Because even after that conversation, the thoughts never stopped.

Every glance between him and Nancy replayed in your head for hours afterward. Every accidental touch felt loaded with meaning. Every joke from the others made your stomach twist.

Steve would kiss your forehead and you’d still wonder if he wished it was Nancy standing in front of him instead.

It became exhausting.

The fight finally happened weeks later.

After everything settled down.

No monsters. No panic. No blood.

Just you and Steve standing outside your house while rain soaked through his jacket.

“You still love her,” you snapped.

Steve looked genuinely shocked.

“What?”

“Nancy.”

“That’s not true.”

“Oh my god, Steve, everyone sees it.”

“There is nothing happening between me and Nancy.”

“But you want there to be!”

The second the words left your mouth, you regretted them.

Steve stared at you for a long moment, rain dripping from his hair.

Not angry.

Just hurt.

“I keep choosing you,” he said quietly. “Over and over again.”

Your throat tightened painfully.

“How many times do I have to do that before you believe me?”

And suddenly, something awful settled inside your chest.

Because you realized Steve was telling the truth.

He did choose you.

Constantly.

In every possible way.

And somehow, it still wasn’t enough to stop your brain from tearing itself apart.

The problem had never really been Nancy.

Or Robin.

Or Steve.

It was you.

The horrible certainty buried somewhere deep inside you that one day Steve would wake up and realize he deserved someone easier to love.

A few days later, he showed up at your front door holding flowers.

Pink carnations.

Your favorite.

“I don’t wanna fight anymore,” he admitted softly.

And for a second, you almost let yourself believe love could fix this.

That if Steve held you long enough, reassured you enough, loved you enough, maybe the thoughts would finally stop.

But looking at him standing there — trying so hard to love you correctly — only made your chest ache more.

Because Steve Harrington could love you with everything he had, and it still wouldn’t cure the parts of yourself you couldn’t stand.

The conversation with Steve stayed in your head for days afterward.

Not the fight.

Not the tears.

Not even the part where he told you he loved you.

It was the look on his face when you admitted the truth.

The quiet understanding.

Like he finally realized this wasn’t something he could fix for you.

And somehow, that hurt worse than if he’d yelled.

After that night, things became strangely gentle between you.

Careful.

Like both of you were trying not to reopen a wound that still hadn’t stopped bleeding.

Steve still called sometimes.

Still showed up at your window occasionally.

Still looked at you like his first instinct was always going to be love.

But neither of you knew what to do with it anymore.

Because loving each other had stopped feeling simple a long time ago.

The final decision came quietly.

No dramatic breakdown.

No huge moment.

Just exhaustion.

You were sitting alone in your bedroom one night while rain tapped softly against the windows. Your suitcase sat open on the floor beside you, half-filled with clothes you hadn’t folded properly.

College brochures covered your desk.

Cities far away from Hawkins.

Places where nobody knew you as the girl constantly waiting for something to go wrong.

Places that didn’t smell like smoke and nightmares and memories.

You stared at the acceptance letter in your hands until the words blurred.

And for the first time in months, your chest felt still.

Not happy.

Not healed.

Just… still.

You realized then that if you stayed in Hawkins, you were going to keep drowning in the same thoughts forever.

Every street reminded you of Steve.

Every building reminded you of fear.

Every happy moment felt temporary before it even started.

You needed distance.

Not because you stopped loving him.

Maybe because you never would.

A week later, everyone gathered at the Wheeler house.

Robin was laughing too loudly at something Dustin said. Erica and Lucas argued over the radio. Nancy sat cross-legged on the couch while Steve leaned against the kitchen counter beside you.

Normal.

Everything finally felt normal again.

And somehow, you felt worse than ever.

Steve noticed immediately when you grabbed your jacket.

“You leaving already?” he asked softly.

Everyone looked toward you.

You forced a small smile.

“Yeah,” you murmured. “I’m sorry, guys. I just…”

Your voice caught embarrassingly fast.

Steve stepped closer instantly, concern written all over his face.

“What’s wrong?”

For a second, you almost told him everything.

That you were exhausted from fighting your own mind every second of the day.

That loving him felt terrifying because you could never fully believe someone like Steve Harrington would stay.

That no matter how gently he held your heart, you still expected it to break.

But instead, you just shook your head.

“I don’t feel very good lately.”

The room fell quiet.

Steve reached for your hand automatically, thumb brushing softly against your knuckles.

And somehow that hurt most of all.

Because he loved you.

He really did.

“What happened?” she asked carefully.

The room slowly fell silent.

You looked around at all of them.

At the people who had become your entire life somehow.

Dustin, who still looked at Steve like he hung the stars.

Max curled up under a blanket on the couch.

Nancy leaning against the kitchen counter.

Steve standing closest to you without even realizing he’d moved.

Your throat tightened painfully.

“I’m leaving Hawkins,” you said softly.

Silence.

Complete silence.

Dustin blinked first.

“What?”

You swallowed hard.

“I got accepted into a school out of state.”

Nobody spoke.

Like the words didn’t fully register at first.

Then:

“For how long?” Lucas asked quietly.

You looked down briefly.

“I don’t know.”

Robin’s face fell immediately.

“You’re serious?”

You nodded.

And suddenly everyone started talking at once.

“When did this happen?”

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

“You’re actually leaving?”

But through all the noise, you only looked at Steve.

And Steve only looked at you.

He wasn’t angry.

That somehow made it harder.

He just looked… heartbroken.

Like he’d known this was coming before you did.

Eventually the room quieted again.

Steve cleared his throat softly.

“When?”

“Next week.”

Dustin looked genuinely devastated.

“But— what about movie nights?”

It was such a Dustin thing to say that you almost laughed.

Almost.

“I’ll survive,” you teased weakly.

“No, seriously,” Dustin said, voice cracking slightly. “Who’s gonna bully Steve when you’re gone?”

That did make you laugh then.

A tiny one.

And the sound seemed to break the tension in the room for a second.

But when your eyes met Steve’s again, the ache came back immediately.

Because he still looked at you the same way.

Like leaving wouldn’t change anything for him.

And maybe that was the problem.

Your last night in Hawkins felt unbearably warm.

Steve drove you home after everyone else left the Wheeler house.

Neither of you spoke much during the drive.

The radio played quietly.

Streetlights blurred gold across the windshield.

When he parked outside your house, neither of you moved immediately.

Steve stared ahead for a long moment before speaking.

“You know,” he said softly, “I kept thinking if I just loved you right enough, eventually you’d believe me.”

Your chest tightened instantly.

You looked down at your hands.

“I know.”

Steve laughed quietly, but there wasn’t humor in it.

“That sounds stupid out loud.”

“No,” you whispered. “It doesn’t.”

Silence settled between you again.

Then Steve finally turned toward you.

And god.

That look on his face.

Soft.

Tired.

Still full of love somehow.

“You deserve to feel okay,” he said quietly.

Tears burned instantly behind your eyes.

“So do you.”

For a second, it looked like he wanted to say something else.

Instead, he just reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear carefully.

The gesture nearly destroyed you.

“I think I’m always gonna love you,” he admitted softly.

Your breath caught.

Because the worst part was that you knew you’d always love him too.

But sometimes love wasn’t enough to make staying healthy.

You leaned forward before you could stop yourself and kissed him one last time.

Slow.

Sad.

The kind of kiss people give each other when they already know they’re losing something.

When you pulled away, Steve rested his forehead against yours briefly.

Neither of you said goodbye.

Neither of you could.

Years passed.

Not all at once.

Slowly.

Quietly.

You learned how to exist outside of Hawkins.

Learned how to breathe without constantly waiting for disaster. Learned how to separate love from fear. Learned that healing wasn’t linear and sometimes still missing Steve hurt so badly it felt physical.

But eventually, the ache stopped controlling you.

You thought about him less often.

Then suddenly all the time again.

Some things never fully leave you.

When you finally came back to Hawkins, the town looked smaller somehow.

Softer.

Like the sharp edges had faded while you were gone.

You stood near the football field gripping the graduation invitation tighter between your fingers as students flooded across the grass laughing loudly.

Dustin spotted you first.

And screamed.

Actually screamed.

“Oh my god!”

Before you could react properly, he slammed into you hard enough to nearly knock you backward.

“YOU CAME?”

You laughed breathlessly into his shoulder.

“Hi to you too.”

“You said maybe!”

“I changed my mind!”

Dustin pulled away looking genuinely emotional.

“You look different.”

“You look taller,” you shot back.

“I am taller.”

“You’re also dramatic.”

“Shut up.”

The others gathered quickly after that.

Robin hugging you so tightly you wheezed. Max grinning at you from beside Lucas. Nancy smiling softly while Mike complained that Dustin was being “annoying as hell.”

And for the first time in years, Hawkins didn’t hurt to stand in anymore.

Then you saw Steve. He stood a little farther back than the others. Like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to come closer.

Older now.

Still Steve.

Still looking at you in that terrifyingly gentle way.

For a second, neither of you moved.

Then Steve smiled.

Small.

Real.

And suddenly you were eighteen again sitting in his car while rain hit the windows.

Your chest ached in a completely different way this time.

Not fear.

Not panic.

Just history.

Steve walked toward you slowly once the others got distracted again.

“Hey,” he said softly.

Your heart betrayed you instantly.

“Hey.”

God.

Even after all those years, it still felt easy with him.

Steve shoved his hands awkwardly into his pockets.

“You really came back.”

“Dustin threatened me emotionally.”

Steve laughed quietly.

“Yeah. Sounds like him.”

A comfortable silence settled between you.

Not painful anymore.

Just careful.

Mature.

Like both of you had grown into people who finally understood what happened back then.

“You look happy,” Steve said after a moment.

The words caught you off guard.

Because he sounded genuinely relieved about it.

You looked at him carefully.

“So do you.”

Steve glanced down briefly, smiling to himself.

Then his eyes met yours again.

And there it was.

Not the same love from before.

Not desperate.

Not overwhelming.

Just something softer.

Older.

Still alive.

“You staying long?” he asked.

You hesitated.

“I don’t know yet.”

Steve nodded slowly.

Like he understood there was more meaning behind the answer than you intended.

Behind you, Dustin yelled something incomprehensible across the field.

Robin started laughing loudly.

The sun dipped lower across Hawkins, warm gold spilling across the grass.

And standing there with Steve Harrington looking at you like maybe time hadn’t ruined everything after all, you realized something quietly terrifying.

For the first time, loving him didn’t feel like drowning.

Maybe because now you finally knew how to keep yourself afloat too.

Steve smiled a little.

“Maybe we could catch up sometime?”

Your heart fluttered softly.

Not painfully this time.

Just softly.

You smiled back.

“Yeah,” you answered. “Maybe we could.”

[stvswrld69]

endorphin therapy

pairing: steve harrington x reader summary: your stress levels have been through the roof for weeks and the only person bearing the brunt of your bad mood is your best friend, steve harrington. after too many coments, steve finally calls you out until finally he suggests a way to release the tension, and it's not in the way you expected. wc: 3.8k warnings: +18 (minors do not interact), explicit nsfw, unprotected sex, fem!reader, vaginal sex, oral sex (f receiving), creampie, praise kink, best friend steve, dirty talk, rough sex, mirror sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, masturbation in pool (f receiving), mention of alcohol, big dick canon, reader being a bitch with steve, fingers in mouth, aftercare. author's note: just wanted to say thanks my girl valeria for the help

college was wearing you out, finals were breathing down your neck, and on top of that, you had extra shifts in your horrible and boring work. and that made you absolutely buried under stress for weeks. 

you were sleeping barely four hours a night, and the only thing keeping you awake was the excessive amount of coffee and the occasional nap you’d take without meaning to when you’d fall asleep sitting at your desk.

everything annoyed you. everything was too loud, too bright, and just too much for you. and unfortunately for him, steve harrington –who had been your best friend since high school– was taking the brunt of your whole situation, including your bad mood.

you had been a complete bitch to him the past two weeks, but there was one particular situation that lingered in steve’s mind more than he would have liked.

you stormed into family video. the cool air conditioning hit your overheated skin, but it did nothing to calm the storm raging inside you. your shoulders were tight, your jaw locked, and you hadn’t slept properly in days. 

between finals and extra shifts, you were one inconvenience away from snapping. 

you just wanted a movie. something spicy enough to distract you tonight when you were alone, trying –and probably failing– to relieve some of this unbearable tension by yourself.

steve was behind the counter wearing that stupid green family video uniform that somehow made his shoulders look broader and his arms look bigger. robin was a few feet away, restocking some tapes, but you could already feel her watching you the second you walked through the door.

you went straight to the small adult section and grabbed the first movie that looked filthy enough. a half-naked couple on the cover with a dark lighting and a title that screamed horny. 

you didn’t even read the back, you just wanted something with sex, moaning and heavy breathing: anything to help you when you were alone in your room.

with the tape clutched tightly in your hand, you went straight to the corner, slamming it down. steve was leaning against the register, and the second he saw the tape, his hazel eyes lit up with pure mischief. 

he picked up the tape slowly and raised his eyebrows, turning it in his hands as he examined the cover with exaggerated interest. 

‘’so… what’s this?’’ he said, his voice dripping with teasing amusement. ‘’you have a date tonight and you’re looking for ideas for later or what?’’

your face instantly heated up with a mix of embarrassment and rage.

‘’shut the fuck up, steve,’’ you snapped, glaring at him with pure venom. ‘’just scan the tape and keep your mouth closed today.’’

steve placed a hand dramatically over his chest, pretending to be deeply wounded.

‘’no, no… you don’t get to say that,’’ he replied, acting completely indignant. ‘’we tell each other everything. everything. since when are you planning spicy nights and not telling me? i thought we had no secrets. i’m… deeply hurt.’’

robin, who was pretending to organize tapes on a nearby shelf, let out a loud snort and walked closer, clearly entertained.

‘’i hope steve doesn’t tell you in detail how he keeps sleeping with half the girls in hawkins,’’ she said, glancing at you with a smirk. ‘’because apparently he’s still very much in game.’’

steve turned to her with a fake smile.

‘’hey! i don’t sleep with all of them,’’ he protested though the little smirk on his face made it very obvious he was lying through his teeth.

he turned back on you, leaning further over the counter, his voice dropping into that low teasing tone that always drove you insane.

‘’but seriously, you didn’t tell me anything. what is wrong with you?’’ your hands clenched into fists at your sides. you could feel your face burning with humiliation and pure anger. 

‘’steve, i swear to god’’ you hissed through gritted teeth. ‘’if you don’t shut up your fucking mouth right now and give me the damn tape, i’m going to throw this at your head and walk out.’’

steve chuckled softly, scanning the tape painfully slowly, clearly enjoying every second of your frustration.

‘’damn, you really are wound up today, huh?’’ he said, still smirking. robin leaked against the counter beside him.

you snatched the tape the second it was scanned, practically throwing your money at steve’s chest.

‘’you’re acting like the worst best friend in the entire fucking world,’’ you growled with your voice shaking with anger. ‘’i don’t know why i even bother with you anymore.’’

steve just smiled innocently as you turned on your heel to storm out.

‘’enjoy your movie and your date!’’ he called after you sweetly. the second you were gone, robin whistled. 

‘’you’re such an asshole,’’ she laughed. steve stared at the door you had just slammed, a stupid smile still on his face.

after that, the week went on just the same—or even worse. you still were a bitch with him; snapping at his jokes, rolling your eyes when he tried to cheer you up, giving him short answers and telling him to shut up. and steve was patient, really patient. 

but he couldn't take it anymore.

it was friday night. steve dropped robin off at her house after closing family video. you were sitting in the passenger seat of his bmw, arms crossed tightly over your chest and your jaw clenched so hard it ached.

you stared out the window like you were offended, and the silence in the car was thick and uncomfortable, almost suffocating. steve glanced at you sideways  while his fingers drummed on the stared.

the silence only lasted a few more seconds before he couldn’t hold back anymore.

‘’jesus christ,’’ he muttered while shaking his hand. ‘’you gonna keep sitting there like i ran over your dog?’’ 

you didn’t even look at him. steve let out a sarcastic laugh.

‘’wow. really mature. you’ve been acting like this for you weeks and now you can’t even speak? what, did i breathe too loud today?’’

that did it.

you whipped your head towards him, your eyes blazing with anger.

‘’god, can you just shut up for once in your life, steve?’’ you snapped with a sharp and venomous voice. ‘’you’re so fucking annoying. always poking, always talking. i’m allowed to be in a bad mood without you making it worse by being a pain in the ass.’’

steve’s eyebrows shot up, but instead of backing off, he smirked.

‘’oh, i’m the annoying one now?’’ he shot back, teasing. ‘’you’ve been treating me like shit for two weeks straight and i’m the problem? come on. you’re being so dramatic.’’

your mouth fell open in disbelief. 

‘’are you serious right now?’’ you hissed while you raised your voice. ‘’you’re such a fucking asshole. i told you i’m stressed, i told you i’m tense and all you do is poke at me like i’m so kind of joke.’’

steve’s smirk faltered for a second, but he quickly recovered, still trying to push your buttons.

‘’maybe if you stopped being so uptight and actually talked to me instead of biting my head off every five seconds–’’

‘’pull over,’’ you cut him off coldly. steve blinked.

‘’what?’’

‘’i said pull the fuck over. i’d rather walk home than listen to you right now.’’ 

steve didn’t pull over. instead, he let out a long breath and softened his tone a little bit.

‘’alright, fine. i’ll stop. just… talk to me. what’s actually going on?’’

you let out a long exhausted sight and rubbed your face with both hands, feeling the weight of everything crashing down on you. your eyes burned from lack of sleep and your shoulders felt like they were carrying bricks.

‘’i’m sorry, steve… i’m not mad at you. i swear i’m not,’’ you numbed. ‘’i’m just… really fucking tired. everything irritates me. i’ve tried everything. i went running, took long hot baths, even touched myself and nothing helps.’’

steve stayed quiet for a long moment, driving slowly through the dark streets. the only sound was the low hum of the engine. then, he let out a soft chuckle, trying to lighten the heavy mood.

‘’you know… i did some reading the other day. family video stress the shit out of me and i searched some things.’’ he said casually, glancing at you. ‘’i’ll look into it properly. give me a couple of days. maybe i can find something that actually helps you realise all that tension.’’

you didn't reply. the car fell silent again as he drove you home.

three days. those were the exact days that passed. it was monday night, just past midnight.

steve invited you to his big house. you both had been drinking for a couple of hours by the pool. nothing too strong, just a few beers.

you were sitting on the edge of the pool with your feet in the water, wearing one of steve’s old shirts over your bikini. steve was inside the pool, leaning against the edge right in front of you, shirtless, and with his hair wet and messy.

he looked up at you, water droplets running down his hairy chest and you tried not to make too much eye contact there.

‘’so… i did the research i promised,’’ he said with a soft voice. ‘’i went to the library and everything. looked in actual encyclopedias and medical books.’’

you raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at your lips. 

‘’wow. you actually went to the library and read? i’m impressed, harrington. didn’t know you knew how.’’

steve grinned and grabbed your waist with both hands, yanking you in the water. you let out a surprised squeal as you both fell into the warm water with a big splash. when you came up for air, steve was right in front of you.

‘’you asshole!’’ you laughed, pushing his chest.

the soaked shirt was now clinging to your body like a second skin, and without thinking, you grabbed the hem and pulled it over your head, tossing it onto the pool deck with a wet slap.

steve’s eyes darkened as they roamed over your body for a second before he forced them back to your face.

‘’well, you deserved that. that was cold,’’ he said, pretending to be deeply offended. 

‘’start talking before i leave to drink another beer,’’ you said.

‘’i spent actual hours reading about endorphins, oxytocin, stress hormones… all of it. apparently the fastest way to release extreme built-up tension is through really intense physical activity. multiple orgasms.’’

he was getting more nervous the longer he spoke so his usual cocky confidence cracked.

‘’i mean– you don’t have to… obviously,’’ he added quickly while his voice got softer. ‘’it was an idea. we can pretend i never said anything. i don’t want to make things weird between us. i just hate seeing you this stressed and…’’

‘’are you insinuating something, steve?’’ you asked. 

you wanted to hear an answer from him to see if they were just empty words coming out of his mouth or if he really meant it.

‘’yeah… i mean, yes,’’ he admitted. then he backtracked. ‘’no, no, nothing like that! i didn’t mean– shit, forget i said anything. i wasn’t trying to pressure you or–’’

you smiled and leaned a little closer to him. steve took it as a signal, so he cupped your face with one hand and kissed you.

the kiss started gentle but quickly turned deeper. you responded, kissing him back while your fingers thread through his wet hair. 

after some seconds you pulled back slightly, breathing a little faster, and whispered against his lips.

‘’i’ll keep that in mind.” you started to pull away, but steve gently grabbed your hand, stopping you. he pulled you back toward him.

you smiled, then leaned in and kissed him again — deeper this time, more sure. 

he froze for half a second before he melted into the kiss with a deep groan. his wet hands immediately grabbed your waist. 

steve was an incredible kisser. girls weren't lying about that.

he started by pressing his lips against yours, then focused on your upper lip –kissing it gently– then with more pressure. his mouth moved perfectly against yours, slow and deep at first, then hungrier.

his nose kept bumping into yours.

you moaned softly into his mouth as he kissed you deeper, his tongue sliding against yours. his hands grabbed your ass under the water, squeezing firmly and pulling you flush against him. you wrapped your legs around his waist instinctively, grinding against the obvious bulge in his swim trunks.

steve groaned against your lips, one hand staying on your ass while the other slid between your bodies. his fingers then pressed over your bikini bottoms, rubbing slow and firm circles against your covered clit.

‘’fuck..’’ he murmured between kisses. he kept kissing you on the upper lip while his fingers rubbed gaster, pressing against your clit through the thin fabric. 

you held onto his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin as pleasure built rapidly.

‘’that’s it, pretty girl,’’ he whispered hotly. ‘’grind on my hand like a good girl. you’ve been so tense for weeks… you deserve this.’’

he wasn’t as shy as he was a few minutes earlier.

you whimpered, rolling your hips desperately against his fingers. steve rubbed faster, pressing harder while the water made everything slick and intense.

‘’steve– fuck,’’ you moaned. 

‘’you touched yourself so many times and couldn’t cum properly, huh, princess?’’ he growled softly. ‘’look how quickly you’re shaking for me, baby. this pretty pussy is so needy for my touch. that’s cute.’’

your legs started trembling violently around his waist. pleasure built higher as he rubbed fast circles. you were right on the edge, thighs squeezing him.

‘’steve– oh god. i’m so close, please.’’ you whimpered. 

just as you were about to cum, he suddenly slowed down and pulled his hand away. you let out a broken whimper, burying your face in his neck.

‘’not yet, baby,’’ he whispered. ‘’i want you in my bed. i want to take my time with you, princess. i want to hear every pretty sound you make when i finally let you fall apart.’’ 

he kissed one last time before carrying you out of the pool toward the house, water dripping everywhere. 

the second you were through the front door, steve pinned you against it, kissing you again like he was starving. you stumbled up the stairs together, and halfway up, steve pressed you against the railing, kissing you deeply again.

you finally reached his bedroom door, crashing through it. steve kicked it shut behind him and threw you onto his bed slowly. you landed with a small bounce, still dripping wet from the pool.

steve crawled over you, his hair was still dripping. then he moved down your body, kissing and sucking marks into your skin until he settled between your spread thighs. he looked up at you with hungry eyes. 

he hooked his fingers into your bikini bottoms and slowly pulled them down your legs, tossing them aside. he buried his face between your legs and devoured you like a man starved.

steve was completely pussy drunk. he licked, sucked and tongue-fucked you with messy enthusiasm, moaning loudly against your pussy as two fingers pumped deep inside you. 

he licked a long slow stripe from your entrance all the way up to your clit, moaning loudly at your taste.

‘’fuck, you taste so good,’’ he groaned, the vibrations sent you shocks through your body. ‘’so sweet and sloppy. i could eat this pretty cunt for hours.’’

‘’please– don’t stop. don’t.’’ you moaned, rolling your hips against his face. 

he dove back in like a man possessed. 

steve licked broad, flat strokes through your folds, savoring every drop of your wetness. he sucked your swollen clit into his mouth, humming happily as he flicked his tongue rapidly over your sensitive bud. 

then he pushed his tongue inside you, fucking you with it while his nose was pressed against your clit. he was loud, messy and addicted. the obscene wet sounds of him slurping, sucking and moaning against your pussy filled the entire room.

his hands gripped your thighs, spreading you wider as he buried his face deeper.

‘’god, baby… you’re dripping down my chin,’’ he mumbled. ‘’such a messy little pussy. you’re soaking me and i fucking love it.’’

he replaced his tongue with his fingers again, pumping them and curling them perfectly against your g-spot while he focused on your clit again.

‘’fuck, steve… you’re so good at this.’’ you moaned.

‘’you love this, don’t you, princess?’’ he said. his chin was shining with your juices. ‘’love having your best friend eat your pussy like a starving man. bet you’ve been touching this greedy cunt thinking about me every night while you were being mean to me.’’

you moaned loudly, and steve doubled down, sucking harder and pumping his fingers faster. he was completely lost in you.

‘’steve, fuck. i’m gonna cum–’’ you cried out.

he didn’t stop, and you came hard with a loud scream. your thighs clamped around his head as you gusher on his tongue and fingers. steve moaned loudly, refusing to pull away. 

he kept licking and fingering you through your orgasm, drawing it out until you were shaking and oversensitive, pushing at his head.

he finally pulled back, his chin and lips shiny with your juices and his eyes glazed with pure lust. steve shoved his swim trunks down his hips, kicking them off, and his thick hard cock sprang free.

steve was huge. way too big. 

you’d had sex with other guys before, but you’d never seen anything like this.

you always heard him talk about his sexual experiences. that was the normal thing between you two as best friends. 

but you just thought he was exaggerating — that it was just an ego boost.

when robin joked about it, or steve said that girls told him it didn't fit in, you just laughed: you thought they were just jokes. 

but apparently, they weren’t.

he climbed on top of you and rubbed the head up and down your soaked folds. 

‘’look at me, princess,’’ he ordered.

and you did.

‘’i don’t know if it all fits steve. you’re so big…’’

‘’just the tip first.’’ he groaned, and then he pushed a little bit, the head stretching you open. ‘’relax for me… that’s it, good girl. you’re doing so well.’’

he rocked his hips gently, feeding you another inch. then another, watching your face the entire time.

‘’oh my god…. fuck, steve.’’ 

‘’taking me so good, baby.’’ he praised with rough voice. ‘’look how your pretty pussy is swallowing my cock.’’

then his control snapped. steve pulled back almost all the way and slammed back in hard, setting a brutal pace. the bed cracked as he fucked ou deep and rough, hips snapping against your ass with loud slaps.

‘’take it, princess,’’ he growled. ‘’take every fucking inch.’’

after a few thrusts, he pulled out, flipped you onto your hands and knees, and positioned you so you were facing a full-length mirror in the corner of his room.

the mirror was tall and elegant. 

steve had had it since his freshman year of high school, back when he was king steve: the ultimate jock who spent way too much time obsessing over his hair, clothes and appearance. he used to stand in front of it and fix his hair there, and now, some years later, he was fucking you in front of it.

steve got behind you, gripped your hips tightly and thrust back inside you again. 

‘’look. look in the mirror.’’

he grabbed your face with one hand, fingers gripping your jaw firmly but not painfully, and he forced you to look straight ahead at your reflection.

“watch,” he ordered, starting to fuck you hard again. “watch how pretty you look getting fucked by my big cock.”

you moaned loudly at the sight. the mirror showed everything in explicit detail; your flushed face, your tits bouncing wildly with every thrust, your mouth open in pleasure, and steve’s body behind you as he pounded into you mercilessly. his thick cock disappeared completely inside your pussy again and again, stretching you wide.

“steve— oh my god. look at how deep you are…” you gasped, unable to look away. “you’re so big…”

“yeah? you like watching me destroy this tight pussy, baby?” he groaned, slamming into you harder. he kept one hand on your jaw, forcing you to keep watching. “look at how well you take every inch. such a good girl for me, princess.”

he fucked you relentlessly in front of the mirror, hips snapping against your ass as the sound of skin slapped loud and filthy. his other hand reached around to rub your clit in fast giving rough circles.

he suddenly pushed two fingers into your mouth.

“suck,” he commanded, voice low and filthy. “suck my fingers while you watch yourself get fucked, princess.” you moaned around his fingers, sucking them greedily as he continued pounding into you.

“cum for me, baby,” he commanded with a low voice. “cum while you watch yourself get fucked by your best friend. gonna breed you so deep you’ll be leaking my cum for days. you want that, princess? want me to pump you full until your belly swells with my load?”

you moaned loudly around his fingers, nodding desperately as you watched yourself in the mirror. steve fucked you even harder as the same time he rubbed your clit faster.

“that’s it… cum for me, baby. let me breed this greedy little cunt.”

you came hard with a loud scream, your walls pulsing violently around his thick cock. steve followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and flooding your pussy with thick hot ropes of cum.

he stayed buried deep inside you, both of you breathing heavily, sweaty and satisfied. then kissed your shoulder softly, still holding your face so you could see your wrecked reflection.

then his entire behavior softened. 

steve slowly pulled out of you, making you whimper at the feeling of being empty. he gently turned onto your back and lay down beside you.

‘’you okay?’’ he whispered. ‘’was i too rough or something?’’ you shook your head, still catching your breath.

‘’i’m perfect,’’ you murmured. ‘’i feel relaxed now.’’ 

steve chuckled softly, sitting in the bed to put his clothes back again.

‘’let me take care of you now, okay?’’ 

he got up and walked to the bathroom, returning a minute later with a towel. steve gently cleaned between your legs, wiping away the mixture of your juices and his cum. he tossed the towel aside and climbed back into bed. 

after a comfortable silence, steve spoke.

‘’... is this gonna ruin our friendship?’’ 

you lifted your head to look at him.

‘’no,’’ you whispered. ‘’it won’t.’’ 

steve let out a relieved breath.

‘’good,’’ he said, smiling. ‘’because next time you feel this stressed… don’t be a bitch to me again. just come to my house. the scientific method clearly works.’’

you laughed, feeling lighter than you had in weeks.

‘’i’ll keep that in mind,’’ you said.

© dividers by angeliicide and suupersonic

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pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader x jonathan byers summary: after your film premieres in new york, one rooftop party is enough to throw everything off balance: jonathan byers, all quiet intensity and careful attention, steve harrington, all easy charm and terrible ideas, and the shared NYC apartment they disappear back to like it was always going to end this way. wc: 5.2k tags/warnings: 18+ ! MDNI ! smut, fem!reader, stonathan x reader, mmf threesome, polyamory, bisexual male characters, explicit sexual content, vaginal sex, oral sex, fingering, car fingering, public teasing, elevator makeout, creampie, unprotected sex, cum play, male/male kissing, male/male handjobs, alcohol use, slight exhibitionism, dirty talk, aftercare, established jonathan/steve friendship, sexual tension, friends to lovers, one night stand, consensual sex, fluffy smut author's note: helloooo everyone !!!! been working on this fic for weeks and here it is :) it`s like the freakiest thing i've ever written but i've been yearning for these two since forever ... this fic is dedicated to my wife @djopuppy <3 enjoy !!!!

The city lights of New York City glitter like scattered diamonds against the night sky as you step out of a sleek black car. The premiere of Echoes in the Static still hums under your skin, an indie psychological thriller that left the festival crowd buzzing long after the credits rolled. You can still feel it in your bones: the flicker of the projector, the collective silence during the final hallway sequence, the way people sat frozen for half a second before applauding like they’d just woken up from a nightmare.

Your nightmare. Your film. Well, not technically yours. But your fingerprints are all over it. Every shadow, every ugly little pocket of darkness swallowing the corners of the frame. Every trembling light source. Every suffocating close-up. You spent months bleeding yourself dry over that cinematography, sleeping on editing room couches and living off cold brew and cigarettes while arguing with colorists at three in the morning.

And now your name sits there in the credits forever.

Tonight’s afterparty feels dangerous in the way success always does. Like if you let yourself enjoy it too much, something will come along and snatch it away.

The rooftop pulses with low conversation and expensive perfume. Jazz spills from a trio tucked near the far railing, all slow saxophone and lazy piano keys. String lights sway overhead in the warm spring wind, washing everyone gold and amber and beautiful enough to belong in movies themselves. Actors cluster near the bar pretending not to check whether photographers are catching their good angles. Producers laugh too loudly. Somebody from Variety is flirting with a costume designer beside a heater lamp.

You’re halfway through a glass of champagne when you spot him.

Jonathan Byers.

He’s standing near the elevator doors with his hands shoved awkwardly into his pockets, like he already regrets coming but is trying not to show it. Taller than you remember. Leaner, somehow. His hair’s longer now, curling slightly at the ends like he’s been too busy to cut it properly. Black button-down sleeves rolled to his elbows. Rings on his fingers you don’t remember him wearing before.

And Christ, he’s beautiful. Not in the polished Hollywood way everyone else here is beautiful. Jonathan looks real. Sharp edges and tired eyes and quiet intensity. The kind of man who notices things nobody else does. His eyes find yours across the terrace and immediately soften.

There it is. That shy little smile. You feel it low in your stomach before he’s even crossed the room.

“Hey,” he says once he reaches you, voice warm beneath the noise of the party. His gaze flickers over you like he’s trying not to stare and failing a little anyway. “Congratulations.”

You smile automatically, fingers tightening slightly around your champagne flute. “Thanks.”

“No, seriously.” He exhales a quiet laugh, shaking his head once. “The cinematography was insane. The hallway shots? Jesus. It felt like the walls were alive.”

You grin despite yourself. “That’s exactly what I wanted.”

“Yeah, well.” His gaze drifts over your face for half a second too long before he drags it away. “You nailed it.”

The compliment lands harder than it should. Maybe because Jonathan doesn’t bullshit people. Every word out of his mouth always sounds carefully chosen, like he means it or he wouldn’t say it at all.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” you say, leaning one shoulder against the railing.

“Friend of a friend on lighting crew.” He rubs the back of his neck, visibly nervous now that the attention’s shifted onto him. “I wanted to see the final cut.”

“You liked it?”

“I think I’m gonna be thinking about it for weeks.”

Your laugh comes easier after that.

Conversation slips into place almost immediately, smooth and familiar. You talk lenses and lighting ratios and impossible shooting schedules. Jonathan tells you about a recent freelance photography gig shooting album covers for some post-punk band whose lead singer nearly set a couch on fire mid-shoot.

You tell him about the disaster of filming a subway sequence at four in the morning while the director had a nervous breakdown over continuity. Jonathan laughs quietly at that, eyes crinkling. God, his eyes. You notice the way they linger on your mouth when you talk. The way his fingers brush yours when he hands you a napkin. The way his voice lowers every time the conversation drifts away from work and toward something more personal.

“You look…” He pauses briefly, jaw tightening like he’s annoyed at himself for saying it out loud. “Really good tonight.”

Heat blooms through you instantly. “You clean up alright too, Jonathan.”

His ears go pink immediately. Cute. Dangerously cute.

“I’m gonna grab us another round,” he says eventually, lifting your empty champagne flute from your hand. His fingers linger for a second longer than necessary before he steps back. “Don’t disappear on me.”

“No promises.”

Jonathan gives you one last look before weaving toward the bar through the crowd.

And that’s when you notice him.

Steve Harrington.

He’s leaning against the polished bar like he owns the damn rooftop. Whiskey glass loose in one hand. Charcoal suit jacket pushed open. Tie abandoned entirely. Broad shoulders. Expensive watch. Stupidly perfect hair somehow surviving the wind. The kind of handsome that should honestly piss you off.

And the worst part? You know immediately that this is Steve. Not because you’ve met him before. You haven’t. But because Jonathan talks about him constantly.

Not in an obvious way. Jonathan would probably rather die than admit how often Steve’s name comes up in conversation. But over months of late-night phone calls and half-distracted conversations in editing suites and smoking outside bars after gigs, Steve Harrington has slowly become this weird recurring character in your life.

Steve said this. Steve did that. Steve burnt pasta again. Steve drove five hours to help him move apartments. Steve once started making dinner without asking, then left Jonathan a plate on the counter and didn’t mention it again.

Sometimes Jonathan talks about Steve like he’s infuriating. Sometimes like he’s family. Sometimes with this strange softness in his voice that always made you curious. And now here he is. Real.

Apparently it pisses Jonathan off that Steve exists tonight too, because the second Jonathan reaches the bar, Steve says something that makes Jonathan scowl immediately.

You can’t hear them from here, but their body language says enough. Steve’s grinning like an asshole. Jonathan’s glaring like he wants to throw him off the roof.

Interesting.

Steve notices you watching before Jonathan does. His eyes lock onto yours. And fuck. There’s something openly hungry in the way he looks at you. Not subtle. Not polite. Just immediate interest. Like he already knows exactly who you are.

Jonathan follows Steve’s gaze and catches you staring. He mutters something under his breath that makes Steve bark out a laugh.

Then both of them start heading back toward you.

Oh, this should be fun.

Steve reaches you first, naturally.

“Steve Harrington,” he says, extending a hand with an easy confidence that feels almost unfair. “Friend of this guy.” He jerks a thumb toward Jonathan without looking away from you.

You take his hand. Warm palm. Strong grip. “I gathered.”

“You say that like he talks about me too much.” Steve’s mouth curls into a grin immediately.

Jonathan nearly chokes on his drink. “Oh my God.”

Your eyebrows lift innocently. “Maybe a little.”

“Jesus Christ,” Jonathan mutters, rubbing a hand over his face. “Can we not do this?”

Steve looks delighted. “No, no, keep going. I’m invested now.”

You laugh into your glass while Jonathan glares at both of you like he regrets inviting himself into existence tonight.

The dynamic between them becomes obvious within minutes. They bicker constantly, but with the kind of rhythm only people deeply familiar with each other have. Steve interrupts Jonathan just to annoy him. Jonathan rolls his eyes so often it becomes almost affectionate.

And underneath it all, there’s something else. Something charged.

Steve touches Jonathan casually when he talks. Shoulder. Wrist. Lower back squeezing past him near the bar. Jonathan pretends to hate it every single time but never actually moves away.

You notice because of course you do. And judging by the way Steve catches you noticing, he knows you notice too.

The conversation loosens with every drink. Steve leans closer when he talks to you, knee brushing yours beneath the cocktail table. Jonathan gets quieter the drunker he gets, but somehow more intense too. His compliments stop sounding accidental.

“You shoot people in a way that feels intimate,” he tells you softly at one point, fingers tapping absently against the side of his glass. “Like the camera’s in love with them.”

Steve groans dramatically beside him, throwing his head back. “Jesus Christ, Byers. See? This is what I mean. You flirt like a nineteenth-century poet.”

Jonathan flips him off without missing a beat. “Eat shit Harrington.”

You laugh so hard champagne nearly comes out your nose.

And God, they’re both gorgeous. Steve all confidence and easy charm and restless hands. Jonathan all restraint and tension and eyes dark enough to drown in. The chemistry between the three of you thickens until it feels almost visible. Every glance lasts too long. Every touch lingers.

At some point Steve’s hand settles casually against the small of your back while Jonathan stands close enough that his shoulder brushes yours every few seconds. Neither of them moves away. Neither do you.

“You know,” you say eventually, tilting your head as you study them over the rim of your drink, “this is getting genuinely unfair.”

Steve smirks immediately, thumb still warm against your spine. “How so?”

“You’re both ridiculously attractive.”

Jonathan nearly chokes on his whiskey. Steve beams like he’s won something.

“I’m serious,” you continue, glancing between them. “I can’t decide which one of you I’d rather take with me.”

Silence.

Jonathan goes very still beside you. Steve’s expression changes instantly, not joking now. Something darker settling into his face.

Then slowly, casually, he says, “who says you have to choose?”

Jonathan stares at him. “Harrington.”

“What?” Steve shrugs, entirely too innocent. “I’m just saying. We’re all having a good time.”

“You are out of your fucking mind.”

“You telling me you haven’t thought about it?” Steve asks, one eyebrow lifting.

Jonathan opens his mouth. Closes it again.

Steve’s grin widens in real time. “Oh my God,” he says. “You have.”

“Shut up.”

You’re trying not to laugh now. Jonathan looks mortified. Steve looks thrilled.

Then Steve turns to you again, gaze dragging slowly over your face. “We could get outta here,” he says lightly, though his voice has gone rough around the edges. “Keep the night going somewhere less crowded.”

Your pulse skips. Jonathan watches you carefully from beside him. Not pushing. Just waiting.

“Only if you want to,” he says quietly. His voice is softer than Steve’s, steadier somehow, but it hits infinitely harder.

That does it. That careful softness in his voice. That look in Steve’s eyes. The electric tension stretching between all three of you like a wire seconds from snapping.

“Yeah,” you say.

Steve immediately pulls out his phone. “Holy shit. She said yes.”

“Don’t make it weird,” Jonathan mutters, already rubbing at his forehead.

“Dude you’re the one making it weird with this shy-nonchalant-mysteious thing going on, man.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hopefully later.”

“Harrington.”

You burst out laughing while Jonathan groans into his drink.

The ride down starts innocently enough. The rooftop elevator is almost empty this late into the night, all mirrored walls and dim golden lighting. The doors slide shut behind the three of you with a soft chime, sealing the noise of the party away instantly.

Silence settles. Heavy silence. The kind where everybody suddenly becomes hyperaware of breathing. Of hands. Of mouths.

Steve stands beside the control panel, phone still in hand after ordering the car. Jonathan’s near the back wall, whiskey-flushed and tense in a way that makes him look dangerously pretty.

And you’re standing between them. The elevator hums downward. Nobody speaks.

Steve breaks first, of course.

“Okay,” he says quietly, glancing between you and Jonathan. “I can’t do this.”

You barely have time to blink before he’s moving. One second there’s space between you. The next his hand is around your waist and his mouth crashes into yours hard enough to steal the air from your lungs. It’s not gentle. It’s heat and impatience.

You gasp against him and Steve takes advantage immediately, kissing you deeper with a rough little sound in his throat like he’s been thinking about this since the second he saw you across the rooftop. His body presses you lightly against the elevator wall. Big hands. Warm whiskey breath. The scrape of expensive suit fabric beneath your fingers.

“Fuck,” Steve murmurs against your mouth, almost laughing from disbelief. “Jesus Christ.”

You kiss him back harder. Somewhere beside you, Jonathan exhales shakily. You pull away from Steve just enough to look at him. Jonathan’s watching like he can’t decide whether to step in or lose his mind.

You make the decision for him. Your hand curls into the front of his shirt, tugging him forward.

Jonathan kisses completely differently. Slower at first. Tentative for all of half a second before restraint snaps clean in two. Then suddenly he’s kissing you like he’s starving. One hand cups your jaw carefully while the other grips your waist hard enough to wrinkle the fabric of your dress. He tastes like whiskey and nerves and something devastatingly soft underneath it all.

Steve stays pressed against your side the entire time. Watching. Breathing hard. His hand slides over your hip possessively while Jonathan kisses you deeper, and the feeling of both of them touching you at once nearly melts your fucking brain.

“Holy shit,” Steve mutters, voice low and wrecked.

Jonathan laughs quietly against your mouth, breathless. “You’re one to talk.”

Then Steve kisses you again. And somehow the three of you end up tangled together in the middle of the elevator, mouths colliding messily between laughter and heat and too much tension finally breaking loose. Steve’s hand cradles the back of your neck while Jonathan’s fingers curl around his wrist.

You feel the exact second the energy shifts. Subtle. Dangerous.

Your mouth parts from Steve’s just long enough to notice the way he’s looking at Jonathan now. Not joking. Not teasing. Something older lives there. Something buried deep. Jonathan sees it too.

The elevator keeps descending. Slowly, carefully, Steve reaches for him. Jonathan doesn’t pull away.

Their kiss starts softer than yours did. Almost hesitant. Then Steve grips Jonathan’s jaw and suddenly it turns hungry fast. Years of unresolved tension flare alive right in front of you. Jonathan makes this quiet wrecked sound into Steve’s mouth that feels almost too intimate to hear. Steve kisses him like he’s furious about how badly he wants him. Like he’s spent years pretending this didn’t exist.

Your back hits the elevator wall softly as you watch them lose themselves in each other for a few perfect seconds. Jonathan’s hand fists in Steve’s suit jacket. Steve’s thumb strokes across Jonathan’s cheekbone almost unconsciously. Beautiful. Achingly, terrifyingly beautiful.

The elevator dings.

The doors slide open with a soft mechanical whisper, spilling the three of you out into the cool marble lobby. Your lips are still tingling from the kiss, legs a little unsteady as Steve keeps one hand firm on your lower back and Jonathan stays close on your other side, his fingers brushing yours like he needs the contact to stay grounded.

The night air hits you the second you push through the glass doors onto the street.

The car Steve had already called is waiting at the curb. He doesn’t hesitate, just walks ahead like it’s the most natural thing in the world, opening the back door first and holding it there. “C’mon,” he says, glancing back at you both.

Jonathan goes in after a beat, still a little dazed, sliding into the far side of the backseat. You follow right after him, slipping into the middle, thighs pressed on either side as the space closes in around you.

Steve ducks in last, shutting the door behind him with a solid click, his hand briefly brushing your shoulder as he settles in on your other side.

The driver glances at you three through the rearview mirror. “Evening. Where to?”

Steve rattles off the address to their shared apartment in a casual tone, already leaning forward a little like he’s settling in for a chat. The car pulls smoothly into traffic.

You shift slightly in your seat, trying not to think too much about how little space there is between the three of you. That’s when your eyes catch the driver’s GPS screen. The route is already calculated. Ten minutes. It hits you almost annoyingly clearly.

Your dress has ridden up just enough that the cool leather seat kisses the backs of your thighs. Steve’s hand finds your knee immediately, innocent enough from the outside. Jonathan shoots him a warning look across you—sharp, dark brows drawn—but Steve just grins that easy, charming grin and starts talking.

“So, uh, how long you been driving nights in the city?” Steve asks the driver, voice light and conversational like he’s not currently sliding his palm higher up your thigh under the hem of your dress. “Must see some wild shit, right?”

The driver chuckles, launching into a story about a fare last week who tried to tip him in cryptocurrency. You barely hear it. Your heart is hammering against your ribs as Steve’s fingers trace slow, teasing circles on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. He’s subtle, barely moving, keeping his arm relaxed across the seat like he’s just resting it there. But every brush sends sparks straight to your core.

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep your breathing even. Jonathan’s hand settles on your other thigh, possessive but still. He’s glaring at Steve again, a silent stop it in his eyes. But then his gaze drops to your face. Your parted lips, the flush creeping up your neck, and something shifts. His fingers tighten, then start moving too, mirroring Steve’s slow exploration but pressing a little firmer, higher.

Heat floods you. You’re already wet from the elevator, aching, and their hands are so close to where you need them. You shift in the seat, pressing your thighs together instinctively, but that only traps their fingers tighter against you.

Steve keeps talking, voice perfectly steady. “Yeah? Man, that’s crazy. I once got in an Uber where the driver was playing some loud ass classical music at like two in the morning. Didn’t even ask, just… went for it. Honestly kind of respected it.”

The driver laughs again, oblivious. Your hand grips the edge of the seat. Jonathan’s fingers slip under the edge of your panties first, brushing lightly over your slick folds. You stifle a gasp, turning it into a cough. Steve notices and smirks without looking at you, his own fingers joining, parting you gently and circling your clit with maddening softness.

“Everything okay back there?” the driver asks casually.

“Yeah, she’s fine,” Steve says smoothly, teasing a finger just inside you while he keeps eye contact in the mirror. “Long night, right babe?”

You swallow hard, throat dry. “Mhm. Just… tired.”

Jonathan leans in slightly, his fingers don’t stop. Two now, pressing deeper, curling just right while Steve focuses on your clit. The dual sensation is overwhelming. Steve’s thicker fingers, rougher calluses, Jonathan’s more precise, sensual strokes. You’re soaked, the wet sounds barely masked by the low hum of the engine and Steve’s endless chatter.

Steve turns his head toward you, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Hey, what was that shot you took at the bar earlier? The one with the orange twist? You liked that, right?” His voice is teasing, deliberately pushing you while his fingers move quicker. “Tell this kind driver how much you liked it.”

Your mouth opens, but only a shaky breath comes out. Pleasure coils tight in your belly, thighs trembling. Jonathan saves you, squeezing your thigh gently. “She liked the whiskey sour better,” he says calmly, voice low and steady.

Steve chuckles softly, but he doesn’t stop. Neither does Jonathan. Their hands work in tandem now. Steve rubbing firm circles on your swollen clit while Jonathan thrusts two fingers slowly in and out, curling against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes. You’re fighting every moan, nails digging into the leather seat, hips rocking minutely into their touch. The city lights streak past the windows in blurs of gold and red, but all you can focus on is the building pressure, the slick heat between your legs, the way both of them are rock hard against your sides. You can feel the outline of Steve’s erection pressing into your right thigh, Jonathan’s long length on your left.

By the time the car slows to a stop outside their building, you’re right on the edge, panting quietly through your nose. Steve pays and thanks the driver with a grin, then bolts out first, nearly tripping over the curb in his haste. Jonathan helps you out more gracefully, but his hand lingers on your waist, steadying you on shaky legs.

Steve is already at the building door, fumbling with his keys. They jingle loudly as he drops them once, twice, cursing under his breath. His cheeks are flushed, pants obviously tented. “Fuck—come on—”

Jonathan laughs, a low, warm sound that cuts through the night air. “Smooth, Harrington.” He steps forward, plucks the keys from Steve’s hands, and unlocks the door in one fluid motion. “Let’s get inside before you break something.”

The apartment is dimly lit by a single lamp when you all stumble in. Cozy, with a big sectional couch dominating the living room. Steve kicks the door shut behind you and immediately crowds you against the wall, mouth crashing into yours again. Jonathan presses in from the side, lips finding your neck, hands roaming.

But then Steve pulls back, breathing hard. “Bedroom. Mine.”

Jonathan’s hands pause on your hips. “No. My bed’s bigger.”

Steve groans. “Yours has those creepy horror posters everywhere. The one with the guy’s face melting? Not exactly mood-setting, man.”

Jonathan rolls his eyes, but there’s heat in them. “Your room smells like that cologne you drown yourself in and there’s that ugly picture of a car hanging on the wall. Who the fuck would have a framed photo of a car in first place?”

You laugh breathlessly between them, hands sliding up both their chests. “Living room,” you say breathlessly, grabbing Steve’s shirt and Jonathan’s wrist. “Couch. Right fucking now.”

Neither of them argues.

Steve let out a low chuckle, already shrugging off his jacket. “Bossy. I like it.”

Clothes come off in a messy, desperate rush. Steve’s jacket hits the floor. Your dress pools at your ankles. Jonathan yanks his shirt over his head, revealing that lean, beautifully toned torso. Steve’s fingers work his buttons open, exposing the dark hair on his chest and the tempting happy trail that disappears into his pants, inviting. When their erections spring free, your mouth waters—Steve’s is thick and heavy, flushed dark, while Jonathan’s is long, slightly curved, already leaking at the tip.

You don’t wait. You wrap a hand around each of them, stroking slowly, feeling the contrast in weight and texture.

“God,” you murmur, voice low and hungry. “So fucking hard…”

Steve groans, hips twitching into your fist. “You were so wet and beautiful in the car, baby. Couldn’t help myself.”

Jonathan leans in, kissing you slow and deep, tongue sliding against yours. “You looked so perfect.” he breathes against your lips.

Steve claims your mouth next, rougher, while Jonathan drops his head to suck on your nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make you moan. Their hands are everywhere. Steve’s thick fingers push back inside your soaked pussy, curling perfectly, while Jonathan’s thumb circles your swollen clit with devastating precision.

“Fuck—yes,” you gasp, head falling back. “Just like that—don’t stop.”

You stroke them faster, twisting your wrists, swiping your thumbs over their leaking heads. The sounds they make turn you on even more.

“Keep touching us like that,” Steve mutters against your neck, voice rough. “Your hands feel so fucking good.”

You glanced down, watching their free hands find each other. Steve wrapped his big hand around Jonathan’s erection, stroking him with slow, confident pumps focusing on the base while you worked on their heads. Jonathan did the same to Steve, twisting his wrist just right. The sight made you clench hard around Steve’s fingers.

“Shit, that’s so hot,” you breathed.

Steve kissed you hungrily, then turned his head to capture Jonathan’s mouth over your shoulder in a messy, heated kiss. You kept stroking them, thumbing over their leaking tips, while their fingers worked you open.

You dropped to your knees before they could stop you. You grin, breathless. “I want you both so bad… I can’t decide who to taste first.”

You sink to your knees between them, looking up with dark, eager eyes. You take Steve into your mouth first, stretching your lips wide around his thickness, then turn to Jonathan, taking him deeper, savoring the way his length curves against your tongue. You alternate between them, then press them close together, licking and sucking both erections at once in messy, filthy strokes.

Steve’s hand slides gently into your hair. “Fuck, baby… look at you. Such a greedy, perfect girl for us.”

Jonathan’s voice is rougher than usual. “You look so beautiful like this. Jesus.”

You hum around them, the vibration making both men groan. You keep going until they’re throbbing against your tongue, until their hips start twitching.

They pull you up before either of them finishes.

Jonathan lays you down on the couch first, spreading your thighs wide. He kisses his way down your body with aching reverence—stomach, hips, inner thighs—before his mouth finally finds your pussy. His tongue is broad and slow, licking long stripes through your folds before focusing on your clit. Two fingers slide inside you, curling just right.

You moan loudly, fingers threading through his hair. “Oh my god, Jonathan—”

Steve kneels beside you, kissing you deep and filthy. “Taste so sweet, don’t you, sweetheart? Let him make you come. I want to watch you fall apart.”

The orgasm crashes into you hard. Your back arches, thighs clamping around Jonathan’s head as you cry out, pulsing around his fingers. He doesn’t stop until you’re shaking and oversensitive, whimpering.

Then he positioned himself between your legs again, lining up. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you perfectly.

“Fuck… you’re so tight,” he groaned, forehead pressed to yours. “You okay?”

“More,” you gasped, pulling him down to kiss you. “Fuck me, Jonathan. I need it.”

He started moving, deep rolling thrusts that hit every perfect spot. You moaned into his mouth, nails digging into his back.

After a while they switched. Steve flipped you onto your hands and knees, gripping your hips as he pushed inside. The stretch was bigger, deeper.

“Shit, baby,” he grunted. “You’re gripping me so fucking tight.”

You pushed back against him. “Harder, Steve. I can take it. Please.”

He did. One hand reaching around to rub your clit. Jonathan knelt in front of you, feeding you his cock. You sucked him eagerly, moaning around his length every time Steve thrust deep.

They leaned over you, kissing each other sloppily above your back, the wet sounds mixing with skin slapping and your muffled moans.

You came again hard, clenching around Steve’s erection while Jonathan’s length twitched on your tongue.

They moved you again, laying you on your side. Jonathan spooned you from behind, sliding back in with a low groan, kissing your neck and shoulder as he thrust deep and slow.

“You feel incredible,” he whispered against your skin. “So warm and wet. Taking me so well, baby.”

Steve faced you, kissing you deeply, his thick erection sliding against your clit with every movement until he couldn’t wait anymore. He pushed back inside you when Jonathan pulled out, rougher, gripping your ass.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Steve growled. “Give us another one. Let me feel you come on my cock.”

You were shaking, overstimulated and desperate. “I’m close—fuck, I’m so close—”

Jonathan reached between you, rubbing your already hypersensitive clit. “That’s it. Come for us, beautiful.”

You shattered again, crying out their names.

Finally, they put you on your back once more. Steve slid back inside you, groaning at how wet and open you were.

“Gonna fill you up, baby,” he panted, thrusting deep. “You want that? Want my cum deep in this pretty pussy?”

“Yes,” you moaned, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fill me up, Steve. Please.”

Jonathan stroked himself faster, leaning down to kiss you messily.

Steve came first, burying himself deep with a broken moan, flooding you with hot spurts. At the same time, Jonathan groaned, painting your breasts and stomach with thick ropes of cum.

The three of you collapsed together, breathing hard.

Steve kissed your forehead, then your lips, soft and sweet. “You were fucking incredible.”

Jonathan nuzzled into your neck from the other side. “You okay? We didn’t go too hard?”

“I’m perfect,” you whispered, smiling lazily. “I’ve never felt so good in my life.”

After a moment, gentle hands take care of you. Steve grabs a warm cloth and cleans you up carefully. Jonathan brings cold water from the fridge and makes you drink. Then they pull a soft blanket over all three of you on the big couch.

A couple of minutes later, Steve sat up slightly. “I’ll get her my shirt, wait” he said quietly.

Jonathan lifted his head. “Mine's softer. She should wear mine.”

Steve raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Yours is all wrinkled on the floor. Mine’s a nice dress shirt. It’ll be more comfortable for her right now.”

“It’s also stiffer,” Jonathan argued softly. “She needs something actually soft on her skin right now man.”

You let out a tired, amused laugh and tugged gently on both their arms. “You two are already fighting again… I kind of love it. But seriously, either shirt is fine. I just want to feel both of you close.”

Steve grinned. “See? She wants the nice shirt.”

Jonathan rolled his eyes but smiled. “She didn’t say that, but, man, whatever, Jesus… next time I’m picking first.”

“Next time?” you teased weakly, voice sleepy.

“Yeah,” they both answered at the same time, then looked at each other and chuckled.

Steve grabbed his button-down from the floor and helped you slip it on. It was big, warm, and still carried his scent. Jonathan tucked the blanket tighter around all three of you.

“Stay right here with us tonight,” Steve murmured, thumb stroking your cheek.

Jonathan pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder. “We’ve got you, baby. Get some sleep, yeah?”

Safe between their warm bodies, you drifted off with the taste of them still on your tongue.

author's note: i hope you enjoyed my fic ! If so, reblog, comment or share please 🫶🏻 it motivates me to write more !

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ooooo can we get fluffy dad joe when reader stops by the studio for a day bc their toddler girl starts asking what dad does as a job. however she ends up having a meltdown bc the drums are too loud and joe comforts her! thank youuuu queen

"Daddy sing sing"

⋆⭒˚.⋆ Joe Keery x reader ⋆⭒˚.⋆

english is not my language please be kind and sorry if i wrote wrong :) requests are open if you want!

summary: You and your toddler visit Joe’s studio, it’s fun and sweet at first, but the music gets too loud and scares her.

warnings: toddler meltdown, protective dadJoe, domestic fluff

You only meant it to be a quick stop. That’s what you’d tell yourself in the car on the way there; just swing by the studio, let your toddler see where her dad disappears to all those days, maybe snap a cute photo, then head out before anything gets overwhelming.

Joe had been way more excited than you were prepared for.

He’d texted you three times in the span of an hour:

“Is she wearing her tiny headphones?”“I cleaned the studio btw don’t judge me if she touches anything”“I’m nervous why am I nervous”

And when you finally arrived, he was already waiting at the door like he couldn’t sit still. Hair slightly messy, hoodie half-zipped, that grin of his doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that he was trying very hard to look calm.

But the first thing your daughter noticed was the vending machine, not the massive recording studio, not the gold records framed along the hallway walls and hell, not even Joe waiting by the front doors practically vibrating with excitement.

No, it was the vending machine tucked in the corner of the lobby. Her tiny hand immediately pointed toward it from where she sat on your hip “Candy.”

Joe laughed before you could even answer “That’s my girl.”

“You are absolutely not teaching her that the first thing to do at your workplace is rob a vending machine,” you told him as he walked over.

Joe leaned down anyway, kissing your lips first before gently bumping his forehead against yours. “Counterpoint,” he said quietly, “it’s morale.”

His hand settled automatically against your waist while your daughter grabbed at the strings of his hoodie.

“Daddy.”

The way his face changed every time she said that word still got you, didn’t matter if he was exhausted from late sessions or stressed over recording or surviving on three hours of sleep and coffee. The second she called for him, he softened completely.

“Hi, bug.”

She reached for him instantly, and Joe took her with practiced ease, settling her against his chest like she belonged there. Which she did.

“Did you miss me?” he asked dramatically, she nodded solemnly “How much?”

her arms stretched as wide as they could go, Joe gasped. “That much?”

Another serious nod.

“Oh my god,” he whispered to you. “I’m never emotionally recovering from that.”

You laughed quietly as he kissed her cheek over and over until she squealed.

The whole ride over, Joe had been texting you about how excited he was to show her the studio. Not because he wanted to impress her. Honestly, your toddler would probably be more impressed by a cool leaf than expensive equipment but because lately she’d started asking questions.

“Where Daddy go?”

“What Daddy do?”

“Daddy work?”

And every time you tried explaining music production to a two-year-old, she just blinked at you like you’d personally chosen to make things difficult. So Joe had decided she needed to see it herself.

Now that she was actually here, though, he looked weirdly nervous, you noticed it when he adjusted her little jacket for the third time. Then again when he asked, “Do I smell okay?”

“You’re holding a toddler with yogurt on her sleeve,” you said. “I don’t think professionalism is our biggest concern.”

Joe looked offended. “This is an important day.”

“It’s adorable that you think she’s going to remember any of this.”

“She’ll remember vibes.”

“She’s two.”

“She’ll remember emotional truths.”

You snorted and he grinned triumphantly like he’d won something, then your daughter patted his face suddenly “Daddy silly.”

Joe clutched his chest dramatically. “You hear that? She gets me.”

“She absolutely does not.”

“She inherited my comedic timing.”

“She inherited your inability to sit normally in chairs.”

“That’s genetic.”

By the time you entered the studio lobby, your daughter had fully settled into Joe-mode, which usually meant maximum attachment and chaos in equal measure.

She played with the rings on his fingers while he carried her around introducing her to everyone like she was royalty.

“This is my kid,” he told one engineer proudly, the man smiled politely. “Yeah, Joe, we know.”

“She’s smarter than me already.”

“That’s not a high bar,” someone called from another room. Joe ignored them entirely.

Your daughter, meanwhile, had become deeply fascinated by the laminated studio badges hanging around people’s necks.

“Pretty,” she announced.

Joe immediately removed his own pass and placed it around her neck despite it hanging nearly to her knees.

“There,” he said. “Official studio employee.”

She beamed.

You watched them together from the couch near the mixing desk while Joe walked her carefully around the room explaining things in toddler language.

“That’s a microphone.”

“Mik-phone.”

“That’s where people make songs.”

“Songs.”

“And this…” he pointed at a giant complicated panel full of buttons “is where Daddy pretends he knows what he’s doing.”

You laughed under your breath, Joe glanced over at you immediately, smiling automatically when he caught you watching him. That was the thing about Joe, no matter what room he was in, no matter who he was talking to, some part of him was always tuned toward you. Like instinct, like home.

He wandered back over after a while, your daughter still balanced against him.

“She likes the lights,” he murmured.

“She likes literally anything with buttons.”

“Same.”

You shook your head, smiling.

Joe leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against your temple before dropping onto the couch beside you. Your daughter immediately climbed halfway into both your laps, determined to occupy maximum space despite being tiny.

“Family meeting,” Joe announced seriously.

“About what?” you humored him. 

He looked down at your daughter. “So. Daddy’s job.”

She stared at him and Joe pointed toward the recording booth visible through the glass.

She stared at him and Joe pointed toward the recording booth visible through the glass.

“I sing and play guitar.”

“Sing sing?”

Joe looked delighted. “Yes! Exactly sing sing.”

She considered this heavily, then pointed at him “Daddy sing sing?”

You burst out laughing so hard you nearly choked, JJoe looked personally devastated.

“That’s my legacy?” he asked. “I’m ‘Daddy Sing Sing’?”

Your daughter nodded confidently “Sing sing daddy.”

Joe collapsed sideways into your shoulder dramatically. “I’ve never been more honored.”

You laughed as he wrapped one arm around your waist, pulling you closer against him while your daughter climbed happily onto his stomach.

For a while, it stayed sweet like that, easy. Joe showing her around slowly. Letting her spin in the studio chair while he held onto the back so she wouldn’t fall. Letting her softly strum one of the unplugged guitars while he exaggerated every tiny sound she made like she was a musical genius.

“Oh my god,” he gasped quietly after one tiny chord. “Did you hear that melody?”

Your daughter giggled, you watched Joe melt in real time.

“Babe,” you murmured softly, he looked over immediately. Your heart squeezed a little at how warm he looked holding her there under the dim studio lights.

“What?” he asked gently.

“You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“The heart-eyes thing.”

Joe smiled slowly “Well,” he said, glancing down at your daughter before looking back at you, “look at her.” Then he added,  “Look at you.”

Your stomach flipped stupidly, even after all this time, he could still do that effortlessly. You leaned over, kissing him softly. He hummed happily against your mouth for half a second before your daughter wedged herself directly between your faces.

“No kissing.”

Joe blinked “You literally came from kissing,” he informed her.

“No kissing,” she repeated firmly.

You were laughing too hard to help.

Joe sighed dramatically. “This house is oppressive.”

Your daughter stole his beanie off his head and Joe gasped louder. “The disrespect continues.” She shoved the beanie onto her own head crookedly, and Joe looked at her like she’d hung the moon.

Eventually, one of the producers poked his head into the room “We’re ready whenever you are.” Joe nodded, then immediately looked at your daughter. “Okay,” he said carefully. “Daddy’s gonna show you the song now.”

You saw the slight uncertainty flicker across his face, not doubt about her but concern. He knew she could get overwhelmed sometimes, especially with sudden noises or crowded spaces. So he crouched in front of her first. “It might be loud,” he warned gently. “But you’ve got your headphones, okay?”

 she touched the tiny protective headphones resting around her neck proudly “Pink.”

“Yes,” Joe agreed solemnly. “Very important.”

He helped her put them on carefully, adjusting them over her little ears then he looked up at you. “You think she’ll be okay?”

The fact that he asked mattered, you brushed your thumb against his jaw lightly. “We’ll take it slow.” Joe nodded.

Slow, that was the plan. And at first, it worked, the recording booth looked magical through your daughter’s eyes. Everything glowed softly under dim lighting. The guitars looked enormous up close, polished wood gleaming golden every time someone moved.

She stayed tucked against Joe’s side while he showed her each piece carefully. “This one’s acoustic.” He continued  “This one’s electric.”

He played everything barely louder than a heartbeat, tiny and safe  sounds. Your daughter watched with huge fascinated eyes.

“Daddy sing?”

“A little,” Joe promised.

He settled onto the stool, pulling her carefully onto his lap first so she could feel everything before hearing it fully. You snapped a photo immediately because the sight nearly destroyed you. Joe in his oversized hoodie, your daughter wearing giant pink headphones almost swallowing her face, her tiny hands resting against the guitar Joe guided carefully between them, his chin resting briefly against the top of her head. It was so painfully soft your chest hurt.

Joe glanced toward you through the booth glass. The look he gave you then was warm, happy, so full of love it almost embarrassed you to witness. Like this was everything to him.

You mouthed “I love you” and his expression softened even further. Then he mouthed back: “Love you more”.

Your daughter interrupted by softly strumming the strings, Joe gasped like she’d just invented music “Oh my god.” she giggled loudly. “Again!” Joe encouraged her with another tiny strum. Then another, everything still felt okay. Until the actual session started.

One of the engineers spoke through the headphones “You ready, Joe?”

Joe adjusted slightly and your daughter stiffened just a little at the new voice crackling suddenly around her, he noticed immediately. “It’s okay,” he murmured softly to her. “Just talking.” she relaxed again slowly.

Then the count-in began.

One.

Two.

Three

The music exploded, it wasn't soft, not even gentle, it was a real studio volume. The sound crashed through the room so hard it felt physical.

Your daughter jolted violently, her whole body locked up against Joe’s chest. And before he could even stop there was another chord and then another… Too loud. Too much.

Her face crumpled instantly. “No!”

The cry tore out of her before the tears even started, Joe reacted immediately.

“Stop stop stop”

The session cut abruptly, but it was already too late. Your daughter was sobbing now, full-body overwhelmed sobs as she ripped the headphones off and clung desperately to Joe’s hoodie.

“Too loud! Too loud!”

“Oh baby,” Joe breathed instantly, he was off the stool before anyone could even speak, holding her tightly against his chest as he carried her out of the booth.

The entire studio went silent, your daughter buried her face into his neck, crying so hard she could barely breathe properly between hiccuping sobs.

Joe sat down immediately on the couch with her curled against him “I know,” he whispered, rubbing one hand slowly up and down her back. “I know, sweetheart. Daddy’s sorry.”

She shook her head frantically against him, tiny hands gripping fistfuls of his hoodie.

Joe looked wrecked, heartbroken that she was scared.

“It was too big,” he murmured softly. “I know. I know.”

You sat beside them quickly, rubbing her little leg while Joe kept holding her close.

“She’s okay,” you whispered to him quietly but Joe still looked guilty.

“I should’ve started quieter.”

“Joe…”

“I knew it might overwhelm her.” his voice stayed soft because he didn’t want her hearing stress in it. That somehow made it worse. Your daughter whimpered again, and Joe immediately shifted all his attention back to her.

“Hey,” he whispered, pressing a kiss into her hair. “You’re okay. Daddy’s got you.”

She kept crying so Joe just held her. No rushing. No trying to “fix” it immediately. He rocked gently back and forth with her tucked fully against his chest while murmuring soft nonsense under his breath.

“You’re okay… yeah, there you are… I know, bug… it scared you…”

Eventually her crying started weakening into shaky sniffles. Joe brushed damp curls back from her forehead carefully. “Can you look at me for one second?”

Slowly, she lifted her face, her cheeks were soaked and Joe’s expression immediately melted. “Oh, sweetheart.” he said, wiping under her eyes gently with the sleeve of his hoodie. “No more loud sounds,” he promised quietly. “We’re done with loud.”

“Done?”

“Yeah,” Joe nodded firmly. “All done.”

She sniffled hard, then whispered “Daddy loud.”

Joe actually looked like that physically hurt him “I know,” he said softly. “I’m sorry.”

You watched your singer husband cradle your tiny daughter like she was glass, and something in your chest twisted painfully with love, because Joe could fill stadiums with sound. But for her? He’d silence the whole world.

[jorkingtodjo]

Duo that I js madeup outta nowhere🤤

My gf n my bf chat!! THEY NEED TO COLLAB idk how.

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my niche, my user, my everything

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hands on me

pairing - gator tillman x fem!reader wc - 2.2k

summary - your boyfriend gator can’t keep his hands to himself when you wear dresses

c/w - smut 18+, dom!rough!gator, public fingering, tit slapping, spitting, choking, fingers in mouth. overall just filthy.

gator loved when his pretty girl wore flowy sundresses. all right and tight on your chest, and loose and flowy on your hips. he loved imagining you bent over the nearest surface, dress all bunched up at your waist as he sunk his fat cock deep inside of you. he imagined it everywhere, all the time, especially when you were at dinner.

you and gator were tucked into a corner circle booth, sitting side by side at your local diner. he hasn’t touched his meal once, his focus was entirely on you, and on the way your dress keeps riding up your thighs everytime you shifted on the seat.

gator licked his lips. a grin spreading across his face as he leaned into your ear, lips brushing the soft skin “y’know i can’t think straight when yer dressed like that. makes me wanna ruin ya right here in this booth. just.. lean over an’ taste what’s all mine.”

your cheeks flushed and you whispered shyly “gator! not.. here!”

his grin grew wider, he loved making you all flustered. “not here? sugar.. everywhere’s here when yer wearin’ that” his large hand reached under the table, his calloused and rough fingers finding the bare skin of your knee. his thumb began stroking your skin gently, moving higher up your thigh. the contact felt electric, like a line of fire.

“been hard f’ya since we sat down. ain’t gonna get any softer just sitting here either. my good girls gonna be real good f’me tonight, ain’t she?”

you knew he was teasing you, and it was working just as he wanted. heat was pooling in your lower stomach, pussy throbbing against the vinyl booth.

you bit your bottom lip, sinking your teeth into it as you said quietly “you’re bein awful, gator…” but his fingers kept moving upwards, rough skin dragging up your thigh. “awful? aww, baby. you ain’t even seen awful yet.”

you risked a glance down, and saw the bulge straining against his pants. he noticed your staring and shifted, a deliberate roll of his hips just for your eyes, so you swallowed hard and attempted to take another bite of your dinner, attempting some normalcy. you hadn’t even gotten the check yet, there was no way you could get this worked up now. in the middle of the diner.

“gonna take ya home, peel this pretty dress right off and fuck you so deep you forget your own name. that what you want, hmm?”

“gator. we’re at dinner. stop it.” you said it in a serious tone, but it lacked any real heat, you couldn’t stop the reactions your body was having because of him. he was irresistible, if you were being honest with yourself.

“dinner? my main course is you, spread out on my sheets.” his fingers pushed higher, slipping just past the lace edge of your panties. the calloused pad of his thumb found your clit and he pressed hard, making you jump slightly. he started working in slow agonizing circles that had your breath hitching as you looked around the crowded restaurant in a panic, attempting to be as quiet as possible. “soakin through those pretty panties f’me already? i can smell it. mmm. all hot and wet f’me.” he groaned out.

“gator.. please, baby. not here. c’mon.” but your words dissolved into a small choked off moan. the sound seemed to go straight to his dick, gator shifted uncomfortably as his thumb pressed harder, one finger sliding deep into your dripping pussy with ease before pulling it out and bringing it to his mouth, sucking on it like he’d just tasted the best meal of his life.

you gasped and immediately bit down harder on your lip, certain you’d break skin and taste blood anytime now. he always loved getting you like this, all hot and flustered, because he knew you’d never turn him down. as much as you knew he shouldn’t have his fingers toying with your wet pussy in the middle of the local diner, it felt too good and gator looked too damn good.

he leaned over and whispered in your ear with the most devilish smirk you’d ever seen, and you knew he was enjoying himself “think anybody in here knows what a good little slut i got under this table? making all that mess f’me? such a good dirty girl.”

your cheeks burned in embarrassment and arousal, you wanted him badly, and you knew what you’d get as soon as you were out of the public eye. gator never fucked you nicely, he was always rough, like he had something to prove to himself. he softened in small rare moments, when you were truly alone and he could let his guard down around you, but when it came to sex? he was rough. maybe it was about the possession of it all, proving that a good girl like you could belong with a guy like him. you didn’t care what it was about, you came everytime regardless.

his fingers continued to make a mess of your pussy all through dinner, you were swollen and sensitive, and desperate for a release when he pulled them out of you to throw some money on the table. you were left aching and empty until he grabbed your hand to yank you out of the booth, barely giving you time to adjust your dress and panties that were pushed to the side.

gator practically dragged you out of the restaurant, one hand firm on your upper arm to hold you up and his other hand was guiding you by the lower back. your legs felt shaky and unsteady as you walked out. you glanced around the restaurant, but nobody seemed to notice, or maybe they we’re just smart enough not to stare too long.

“c’mon, can’t wait, need you now.” he practically growled it into your ear as he pulled you towards his truck that was parked in the back of the lot, yanking your door open and helping you inside. he jogged to his side and got in the car quickly, immediately working at his belt buckle. “c’mere, wanna feel that sweet used-up cunt stretching around me.”

“gator.. we’re in a parking lot.. we can’t-“ you cut yourself off looked around at the dark lot, but your body started to move anyway. you wanted him as badly as he wanted you, and suddenly a dark lot didn’t seem like the worst place in the world to get fucked.

gator pushed his pants down, freeing his hard thick cock from his boxers and immediately wrapped his large hand around himself. his head tilted back on the head rest as he moaned, stroking himself and smearing the pre-cum all over the head. the sight made you desperate and needy, arousal coating the insides of your thighs as you began to shift to get on top of him. once you climbed into his lap, your shaky hands immediately found his dick. you guided him to your entrance, and his hands were clamping down onto your hips, long fingers digging into your skin hard enough to make little bruises.

the second you felt the tip of him enter your desperate pussy, you both gasped. you kept moving down slowly, letting your body adjust to the overwhelming size of him. moans fell from your lips every second, the stretch so intense it bordered on pain. gator rolled his hips, thrusting upwards until you were completely full of him. every inch of his long fat cock swallowed whole by your tight and wet pussy. you began to whimper, and crushed your mouth to his to silence some of the desperate sounds you were making.

his tongue slid into your mouth, teeth biting gently at your top lip. gators hands were everywhere, but they focused on your ass. he gripped hard, guiding your movements slowly to set a perfect pace for him while drawing his palm back to smack hard at the soft flesh.

he muttered against your lips while he was smacking your ass “that’s it, move that sweet ass for me. i love when you fuck yourself on my dick”

you attempted to ride him more, attempted to bounce up and down on that thick length, but it was too much. too overwhelming. everytime you lifted yourself up, your thighs burned and trembled, managing to travel an inch or two before sinking back down. you were moaning wildly in the dark car, the sounds muffled against the force of his sweet mouth.

gator let out a soft laugh, amused. “too much for ya? too big? mmm. that’s how i like it. watchin you struggle to take it makes me wanna fuck ya even harder.” his hands tightened, and he fucked up into you again. the force of it making you see stars and your eyes rolled back mindlessly.

you moaned again, louder and breathlessly panting “g-gator, too.. too big..” your eyes were dazed in submission, all soft and pliant for him. gator loved this. gator felt like he was spiraling in most things in his life, so he loved when he had a small sense of control, and you always gave that to him. he loved watching you go blank, turning into nothing but a toy for him to use for his pleasure.

his hand shifted to grab at your throat, pressing into your pulse point slightly “just a sweet dumb cunt for me to fill, ain’t ya?” his rhythm was relentless, his cock hitting your g-spot in a way that was making you coat him in your juices relentlessly, the sounds of your wetness now audible when you’d sink down on him. gator groaned, eyebrows furrowing together as he brought your head closer to his by the grip on your throat “you take it so good, just made to get fucked stupid. wish i could keep you like this forever, dumb and drippin on my dick.”

your hands were clawing at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin while your brain was too fucked out to speak anymore. you were begging for more, for less, and for release all at the same time. he stared at you and bit down on his lower lip, a smirk forming as his hand left your throat, and two fingers slid up your jaw towards your lips. he pried your lips open and tilted your head back, you watched as he lifted his head and brought his lips to hover over yours before gathering saliva in his mouth and spitting it directly into yours. you opened wide and obedient, wanting to swallow anything he could give you. you felt the pleasure run through your body, going straight to your pussy, feeling it clench and flutter around his cock where it was buried deep inside of you.

“fuck, you love that, huh?” gators eyes were locked on throat, watching you swallow, before thrusting harder into you. your body jolting upwards and into his chest, breasts falling out of your sundress and into his face.

his hand left your jaw and hip and went straight to your tits, kneading them and pinching your nipples as you gasped in response. his palm came down and smacked against your left tit, a red mark already forming as you whimpered from the sensation. they continued bouncing in his face as his other hand made contact with your right tit. it was an intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain, and it caused the tension in you to snap. your legs began to tremble and your stutter from where you were riding him, body shuddering as you coated his cock in your cum, clenching around his thick length tightly. a loud moan left your lips as your head tilted back and his mouth attached to you, sucking on your nipple, hollowing his cheeks as his tongue flicked back and forth.

it was overwhelming, all you could do was beg. “pl- please, gator.. please..” you weren’t sure what exactly it was you were begging for.

“yeah, fuckin’ beg, so pretty when you’re all broken on my dick. such a filthy mouth.” his eyes were so dark, completely filled with lust as he destroyed your pussy and brought his hand up to stick two of his thick fingers past your lips and down your throat. you gagged around him, saliva and drool seeping out the corners of your mouth as gator fucked you dumb and his tongue darted out to lick the drool dripping down your chin.

the sight of you completely full of him, gagging around his fingers, and your pussy clenching hard on him was it for gator. you felt him begin to speed up, thrusts becoming uncontrolled before his eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes squeezed shut. a low groan fell from his pretty swollen lips as he slammed his dick into you one last time, burying himself as deep as he could. you could feel the hot release of his cum soaking inside of you, a thick flow that seemed to go on forever. his hands were back on your hips, gripping and holding you exactly where he wanted as he came inside of your pussy. his forehead dropped to your shoulder right after, and his breath was coming out in heavy pants.

“christ…fuckin’ ruined you, didn’t i? dumb, drippin, and full of cum. just how i like ya’” his breath felt hot on your skin. slowly he began to help you lift off of him and back into the passenger seat as you began to adjust your dress.

“ready t’go home, sugar? can’t wait to see ya all glistening and spread out on my bed. got plans for that sweet pussy.”

you fought back a smile as you looked out the window, he was always so starving for you, even when he had an actual meal on the table in front of him.

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[hoekeerymm]

Focus

pairing: keys mckey x reader

warnings: MDNI, smut, cockwarming, oral sex (m recieving), kinda fluffy idk, no use of y/n, not proofread!

word count: 1.07k wc

a/n: my first smut, and my first keys fic :)) this gave me butterflies ngl, im ovulating let a girl live TvT. I hope u guys enjoy, and please know im trying to get to my reqsss :))

It was late at the office. The moon was hung high, the stars twinkled bright, the cricked chirped. It was nice. Just what Keys was looking forward to after a looong day of being stuck in a crowded office.

Keys sat in his cubicle, fingers typing a steady rate, his glasses hung low on the tip of his nose, and his tounge just barely peaking out from the corner of his mouth.

Keys, and the rest of the office had been working on "Free City 1" for what felt like forever now. You, obviously had no interest, but Keys was a total nerd, and he did. He took his job, VERY seriously.

Only a few people remained in the building. Elevator numbers ticking occasionally, or the brewing of coffee from the breakroom. You were here too, which was new.

You never really showed face around the office. You had no reason to. You'd usually wait for Keys to come home, or wait to facetime him if he went to Millie's instead.

His eyes were focused on the coding screen in front of him, pupils dilated on every bracket, brows furrowing with focus. He didn't even hear you walk up, until a hand brushed his shoulder.

" J-Jesus! " He jumped, taking off his headphones, and turning to see who spooked him. It was you.

" Babe.. Christ, I almost choked on my own spit. " He huffed, turning in his roly chair to face you.

He noticed the steaming cup of coffee you held out for him, and took it with a smile, his lips grazing your hand with a small peck.

" Thanks, been needing one for hours. "

You hummed in acknowledgement, turning his chair slightly so you could sit down right between his legs.

A soft grunt left his lips since you blocked his view, but he quickly maneuvered you so he could see again. His arms wrapped around you waist, his chin resting against your shoulder, as he clicked.

For a few minutes, you watched. Listening to the clicking of his mouse, and the soft exhales from him.

" Keys, baby? " You spoke, your hand finding his, fingers lacing through his thicker ones.

" Hm? " He hummed, eyes darting from the screen, to the keyboard, typing out a code.

You stayed quiet for a moment, debating on if you should really say anything or not. But it was keys, he'd never say no. Right?

" I want you. " Your voice was soft, taunting in a way.

You could feel him pause, feel his abdomen tense under your back. His hands stilled against the keyboard, and he blinked. Then sighed.

" Well.. uh-- I y'know.. I'm pretty busy honey.. I can't fuck you right now- " He spoke, his eyes looking at the side of your face, from his spot on your shoulder.

You shrugged, hands pulling from is.

" You don't have to. I can like jerk you off or something.. while you work? I'll be so good, I promise. " You murmur, your hands stilling on his thigh.

You could hear the subtle hitch in his breath, a shallow swallow.

" I-- Yeah.. Yeah okay, that's fine. " He mumbled, his voice tense and shaky.

---

The hardwood was cold against your knees, the fabric of your jeans straining against your thighs.

Your hands were on his knees, nose bumping into his abdomen occasionally. Your lips were wrapped around his cock in a way that made him want to absolutely lose it.

Luckily, everyone else had left, and it was just the two of you.

The second you had even unzipped his jeans he melted into putty. And apparently you had to behave.

" fff-- fuck.. baby you should you'd be good- " He whimpered, eyes squeezing shut, as his head fell back against his chair.

You gave a small bob of your head in response, then mumbled around him.

" I am, i just preferred a blowjob, instead of a hand job. " You shrugged, before swallowing his cock back into your throat.

He was thick, and hard. That prominent vein on the underside of his dick continuously rubbed against the walls of your mouth, and it made something in your stomach flip. Who knew being a nerd gave you a massive cock?

He completely abandoned his laptop, just focused on trying not to moan. Keys was a dork, and one thing you've learned with him during sex, is that he never shuts up.

Keys was definitely a whiner. Always moaning, and panting over the smallest things. You hadn't even made him come, and he was already a mess in your mouth.

As you bobbed around him, your free hand moved to grip his base, the parts you weren't always able to reach, and gave him a few strokes. Precum eased out of his flushed tip, and onto your tounge, salty, and warm.

" Nngh-- please, please.. " He whined, his tummy tensing, and his thighs shaking as they clamped around your head.

You hummed around him in response, running your tounge along the underside of his cock, tracing that thick vein.

That seemed to get him off, his hips bucked up into your mouth, causing a soft moan to spill from your lips at how full he just made you feel.

A mantra of needy moans, and whimpers fell from his mouth like tiny prayers. Hot spurts of cum shot into your mouth, and you greedily swallowed it all, even the bits that dribbled down your chin.

His orgasm was quick, they always were. His cock was limp in your mouth, pulsing with aftershock. You popped off, leaving him coated in your saliva, and his arousal.

His eyes fluttered shut for a minute, his hand coming up to run a hand through his hair.

You moved out from under the desk, helping him back into his jeans, and planting a kiss right onto the top of his head.

" Love you keysie. " You mumbled softly against his head.

Even though he was utterly exhausted, and pleased, he managed to speak.

" Love you too sweet girl. I'll be home in a few. Drive safe. " He mumbled, continuing to type on his keyboard.

You smiled, ruffling his greasy hair. But before you could leave, he stopped you.

" Oh- n'hey. Your crazy for that. " He spoke.

You shook your head, blew him a kiss, then left.

[whispersoflost]

in his arms again

joe keery x female!reader

requested by anonymous ⟡˖°

summary; after an awfully long time of being separated from your boyfriend, all you can do is miss him. and when he returns, he shows you exactly how much he missed you too.

warnings; explicit sexual content, 18+ mdni, unprotected piv (please stay safe!), phone sex during a facetime call, female masturbation, mentions of male masturbation, getting caught, mention of drinking, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), morning sex, creampie, dirty talk, fluff, no use of y/n, badly proofread (as always)

word count; 3,617

words of vanilla; i've been so excited since i got that request. turned out as the longest fic i’ve ever written so far and left me horny and craving him even more. thank you again for the request, i hope you like how it turned out. enjoy reading sweetie because i definitely enjoyed writing it! xx

it had been one month and twenty eight days since the last time you’ve seen joe.

and it would’ve been a lie if you said that you didn’t miss him. to be honest, you were pretty desperate at this point.

of course you called and spoke to each other on facetime multiple times. but it was still different than to actually talk to him in person.

you missed him just like he missed you, and neither of you could wait for him to come home in less than a week.

it was the steady buzzing of your phone that ripped you out of your thoughts while you cleaned up the kitchen.

you put away the rag, taking your phone, smiling when you saw his name on the screen.

“i was wondering when you’d call. thought you might’ve forgotten me,” you teased him right after you accepted the facetime call, making him chuckle.

“ouch. so that’s what you think of me?” he answered with that stupid grin on his beautiful face.

you giggled softly, walking through your apartment as someone suddenly snatched his phone out of his hands.

“hi there,” a familiar voice sounded, and gaten grinned widely at you, showing you his perfectly grown teeth.

you could hear joe complaining in the background, and something like ‘give me that damn phone back, gaten’.

your giggle turned into a soft laugh, gaten’s grin replaced by joe’s face.

“it was nice to see you!” you said with a raised voice, hoping gaten still heard it.

his answer was muffled, hard to understand when joe already started to walk away.

“sorry, princess. i was just about to leave anyway.” a slight tilt of his head. “how’s my girl doing?” he added while he moved, probably back to his hotel room.

“she’s doing fine. misses you, that’s all,” you answered, reaching your bedroom and falling onto the bed, back against the mattress.

you held your phone right over your face so he had a good look on you from above.

he stepped inside his own room and closed the door behind him. “is that so?” there was a smile on his face, voice dropping an octave and you bit your bottom lip. “i know a few things that could help against that.”

you felt heat creeping up your neck and into your cheeks. “yeah? tell me more…”

he shrugged, switching on the lights in his room so you could see is face again.

“mhmm. you better tell me what you’re wearing right now,” he replied, and your heart started to beat faster.

you slowly turned the camera down, giving him a good look at the black tank top, matching with his boxers.

“shit.”

the curse sounded breathless, almost like he’s been holding his breath while he looked at the view you’ve been showing to him.

“you have no idea how bad i want to touch you right now, baby,” he added then, and you looked back to the screen.

“i could do it for you if you want,” you offered, maybe a little too fast. but it was exactly what he wanted to hear.

“can you take off your shirt for me?” his voice sounded strained, almost like he had to hold himself back from jumping through the screen right there.

you nodded slowly, sitting up again, placing the phone against one of your pillows so he had a good sight on you.

without waisting another second, you took off the tank top, exposing your breasts to him before throwing the fabric away.

a throaty growl escaped him when he saw you sitting in front of the phone like this, one the hand that wasn’t holding the phone already palming his erection through his pants.

“jesus christ, you wanna kill me, right?” he choked out, making you bite your bottom lip as you leaned forward, slowly crawling closer to the phone. “come back home soon. this is what’s waiting for you.”

“i can’t fucking wait for it,” he breathed, his gaze roaming over your chest. “play with your nipples.”

you watched him for a moment, before guiding one hand to your breasts, starting to play with your nipple while he watched you like a predator watches its prey. after that, you repeated the same action on the other side.

“fucking delicious,” he growled, the sound of his voice making you arch your back.

“oh my god, joe,” you whimpered, hips rocking forward.

“touch yourself, princess. give yourself the pleasure you need. but stay exactly like this. lemme watch you while you tear yourself apart f’me.”

he didn’t need to repeat himself.

your hand already slipped past the waistband of his boxers, touching your aching pussy.

a soft moan slipped from your mouth as you started to tease your lips, smearing the wetness there.

“talk to me, baby.” you heard joe’s voice through the lust that clouded your mind.

“so wet. so wet for you.” it came out a little breathless, slowly playing with your clit, circling your index finger around it.

it sent little jolts of electricity through your body and you leaned backwards on your heels, making sure that he could see all of how your body reacted to it.

you brushed your fingers through your folds, grazing over your entrance before pushing them inside, moaning out softly.

“christ, baby. if you could see yourself right now… i wish i could touch you. i wish…” he paused, groaning quietly, “i wish i could fuck you.”

you cried out softly, your walls clenching around your fingers, the thought of his cock inside of you—instead of your fingers—felt like pure agony since he was on the other side of the country.

“joe,” you whimpered, hips bucking mindlessly against your own fingers as you chased your release, hoping it would stop the unbearable ache in your lower abdomen.

when your thumb touched your clit again, rubbing over it i tight circles, the coil in your stomach snapped, and you came all over your hand, practically dripping onto the bedsheets.

just in time, you heard a muffled sound from where the phone leaned against your pillow, his screen black as the phone probably had fallen from his hands.

he picked it up a few heartbeats later, smiling awkwardly into the camera. “holy shit, baby. i just came in my pants,” he chuckled, and you couldn’t help but giggle, falling onto the bed.

“you’re kidding, right?” you asked, hiding your face behind your hands.

“not about that, promise,” he declared too fast if it was a lie.

“you’re incredible, keery,” you muttered, shaking your head slightly.

“and you’re absolutely beautiful. and i can’t wait to take you in my arms soon.”

he got quiet before meeting your gaze again. “no touching until we see each other again. the next time when you come like this…i want to be the one who does that to you. promise me, baby.”

“i promise…” you whispered back, your eyes already fluttering shut. “can’t wait to have you back home.”

you didn’t even notice when he hung up.

you’d already fallen asleep.

. ⊹*ﾟ･ﾟ｡. ⭑.*｡･ﾟ⊹*.

the streetlights shone through the floor-deep windows, illuminating the darkness of your living room as you sat on the couch, a glass of wine in your hands.

it had been a long and exhausting day. and the worst part was that you haven’t heard from him in hours. maybe that was the reason why you held that glass against your lips. it was half empty, the alcohol giving your head a dizzy feeling already.

slowly, you stood up from where you were sitting on the couch, swaying slightly as you tried to keep your balance.

“dammit,” you cursed.

and when you finally felt steady on your feet, you made your way to your headphones, which lay on the counter on the other side of the room.

of course, you could also watch a movie. but that wasn’t what you needed right now.

you switched on the music, starting to move to it, swaying your hips with the rhythm.

soon you were dancing around in your living room, enjoying it just being you, your favourite songs and your best friend named wine—that never failed to let you down.

but it only took you a few minutes before you got too exhausted, falling down on the couch again, eyes to the ceiling.

fuck, there was this feeling again.

that thrumming pulse between your legs, and the despair of feeling your boyfriend’s body on top of you.

it had been too long.

and even though you promised him to not touch yourself again until he came back, you just couldn’t stop yourself.

you needed him, and it was bad.

so all you did, was to let your fingers slip past the waistband of your sweatpants and panties, finding yourself soaked.

your hips bucked up involuntarily, searching for friction as you teased your entrance with your fingers, triggering that sensation.

but you didn’t want to wait any longer. you’ve really waited long enough.

the music still played softly over your headphones as you started to circle your clit torturously slow, building up the pleasure.

it happened fast—thanks to the alcohol in your system—and soon your hips bucked up into thin air, your inner walls clenching painfully around nothing.

your breath quickened and you knew you were close.

but right before you could fall over that edge of pure bliss, a hand clamped down over your eyes.

you jumped instantly, all that pleasure gone as pure adrenaline rushed through your body. you turned your head, looking into the familiar eyes of your boyfriend who looked down at you with an unreadable expression.

“fucking hell, joe. you scared the shit out of me,” you gasped after you ripped the headphones off your head.

you were still a little out of breath, trying to calm the racing of your heart.

“and you broke your promise. think we’re pretty much even. i thought no touching until i’m back home,” he replied, slowly moving around the couch so he was standing right in front of you.

without waiting for an answer, he took your hand—the one that had been in your pants only seconds before—and brought it up to his face.

he breathed in deeply, inhaling your scent before closing his lips around them, sucking off the remaining taste of you.

the air got caught in your throat as you watched his eyes close, tongue swirling around your fingertips until he pulled away with a wet pop.

for a moment, you weren’t even sure if this was real or if it just happened inside your head after you’d fallen asleep on the couch. but he was definitely there, you felt it in the way your body reacted to his presence.

“joe…” you started but didn’t come far. he sat down on the couch next to you, pulling you with him, forcing you to sit on top of him, straddling his thighs.

“after six hours on a plane and one hour in a taxi after that… i come home to this. you… almost about to cum on your own fucking fingers. though you promised to wait,” he nearly growled, his grip tightening on you.

“what are we gonna do about that?”

you swallowed hard, not finding the right words but you didn’t have to—joe already knew exactly what he was gonna do.

“ride my thigh.”

it wasn’t a question.

it was a command.

“but i-“

he cut you off by grabbing your chin gently but firm, forcing you to look into his eyes.

“ride. my. thigh.”

he repeated it, even more firm than the last time, and you finally obeyed.

you positioned yourself above his right thigh, slowly grinding down on it.

the sensation felt too good on your already swollen clit, and you moaned out quietly.

“yeah, just like that,” joe hummed, one of his hands sliding to your back, the other into your hair.

his words urged you to move faster, rubbing yourself against him through your clothes.

your breath quickened again, your body still on edge from your former encounter.

so it didn’t take long until he had you where he wanted you falling apart on top of him, cumming into your pants—just like him a few days ago—while his name left your lips over and over again.

you sank against him when you came down from your high, forehead pressed against his shoulder.

he buried his face in your hair, breathing in the smell of your shampoo and something so unmistakably you, holding you in his arms.

“i’m sorry i broke the promise.” your voice felt agonizingly loud in the silence of the room—maybe it was because of the ringing sound in your ears. “i just… i missed you. and i couldn’t wait for you to come back home.”

joe chuckled softly, pushing you away only far enough so he could look into your eyes.

“it’s okay. i forgive you, baby,” he smiled, cupping your face with his hands, finally pressing a soft kiss against your lips.

you let out a hum, your eyes closing as you deepened the kiss. as your mouths moved together, you started to shift on his hips, feeling his clothed erection pressing against your core.

but he stopped your right there.

“hey,” his grip tightened on your face. “i’m pretty exhausted from my flight. i don’t think i can do much tonight.”

by now you realized the deep shadows under his eyes, suddenly feeling bad for even trying to get him to more.

“i’m so sorry, i-“

he drowned the words in another kiss and you placed one hand against his cheek, feeling the stubble growing back underneath your palm.

“let’s go to bed, hm?” he suggested softly, his hand slipping underneath your ass as he stood up, your body still on his hips.

your legs tightened around him while he carried you, both of you giggling as you fell on the mattress together.

you didn’t even remember at which point sleep got you.

all you actually did remember was, that your head was pressed against his chest, the steady beat of his heart underneath your ear.

the next thing you knew was that feeling. it was probably also the reason why you woke up.

little sparks exploding in your abdomen, causing the first soft moans to slip past your lips.

then you felt him move between your legs. or more—his head.

his hands were on your thighs, holding you open as his tongue lapped on your pussy.

“joe…” you moaned, still half-asleep, your hand finding its way into his hair. “oh, f-fuck…”

“morning, baby,” he hummed, the deep sound of it rumbling through your body, your walls clenching around nothing.

“oh my god.”

it was the only thing you got out, your back arching off the bed when his tongue swirled around your clit.

you only got wetter, your hips rocking up against his face. “joe…”

“shhhh…”

his grip on your thighs tightened, pushing you down, keeping you from moving. “just let me take care of you,” he continued, his fingers teasing your hole but not pushing inside.

you whimpered, the need to feel something inside almost killing your still sleep-hazed head.

“fuck baby, you’re dripping,” he murmured, his tongue licking up a long stripe from your entrance to your clit.

then he finally pushed it inside, gathering more of your arousal before swallowing it down.

“god, baby. y’taste so good,” he groaned into your heat, and you whimpered again, your hand moving into his hair as the other clenched into the sheets.

“joe… oh god… please,” you cried out, trying to catch your breath while he pushed his tongue in and out of you at a relentless pace.

he didn’t answer you this time, just focused on you and those sweet little sounds that left your lips over and over again.

his fingers found your bundle of nerves, rubbing gently over it, grinning against you as your body trembled violently.

“joe, i-i can’t…”

“i know, it’s okay. cum for me, baby. wanna taste you,” he whispered, sending you over the edge.

you came, coating the lower half of his face with your juices as the world spun around you, little whimpers leaving your lips.

he took everything you offered, lapping at you for dear life, moaning into you until there was nothing left.

“joe…” you tried to pull him away from you, his hair soft like silk between your fingers.

“please, baby… i need you inside of me.”

joe moved away, crawling up your body, his chin glistening from your juices. “god, i missed you so much,” he said quietly, kissing you softly, letting you taste yourself on him.

“mmmmh…”

you couldn’t say more, his cock already nudging at your entrance, only the tip slipping inside of you.

you didn’t remember when he got out of his clothes, you couldn’t care less.

all you could think of was to finally feel him again after that awfully long time of two months.

both of you panted heavily as he slid deeper, his thick cock stretching your walls in the most delicious way.

he didn’t stop until he was completely buried inside of you, his breath mixing with yours. “you feel so… fucking incredible,” he hissed, pressing his forehead against yours, slowly starting to move.

the first thrust caused you to moan into each other’s mouths as you half-kissed, and right after the next followed.

he fucked you slow and gentle into the mattress, waking you up even more, holding himself upright on his elbows on either side of your head.

your nails scratched down his back, leaving little marks in their wake, making him hiss again.

“please… harder…” you panted, your legs locking around his waist, pushing him deeper.

“as you wish, princess.”

with that, he increased his pace and soon the slapping of his balls against your ass, just as the little sounds you made, were the only thing that was heard in your bedroom.

“fuck, joe!” you whined, your whole body trembling from the sensation that cursed through your body.

he reacted to it, taking one of your hands, pressing it down on the mattress right next to your head, lacing your fingers with his.

“i’m here, baby,” he pressed out, his voice laced with lust, lips brushing along your jaw. “i’m right here. you wanna cum? you wanna cum on my cock?”

his words reached your ears through the pleasure, and you nodded your head frantically.

“use your words. let me hear how much you want it.”

“please, joe. please lemme cum,” you whimpered, your fingers tightening around his as he still held your hand down.

“good girl.”

the praise made your walls flutter wildly, and he let go of your hand, reaching down to add extra pressure on your clit.

that was all you needed to fall apart underneath him, whimpering and moaning softly as your orgasm crashed down on you.

you called out his name, nails digging into his shoulders, leaving little crescents behind.

he kissed along your jaw as he continued to fuck you through your climax but wasn’t nearly finished with you yet.

you only had a few minutes to catch your breath before he rolled you over, bringing you on top of him.

you didn’t need a command from him, you knew what he wanted. and you where pleased to give it to him.

you took his hands, holding them up in the air as you intertwined your fingers with his, slowly starting to rock your hips.

“f-fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his grip on your hands tightening.

your head fell back into your neck when you felt him twitch inside of you, so deep it sent sparks up your spine.

“you feel s’good around me, baby,” he groaned, hips bucking up to meet your movements.

it didn’t make you stop, it only urged you to move faster. you knew he was close when you heard his breathing change.

“fuck, baby! i’m gonna cum… f-fuck…” he warned, and with one last deep thrust, he emptied his balls deep inside of you, coating your walls with thick ropes of his cum.

his body shook and trembled underneath you, his eyes closed and mouth hanging open.

he looked like pure sin.

the most beautiful sin you’ve ever seen in your life and you’d never get enough of it.

you leaned forward, now pressing his hands on the mattress at either side of his head, nose nuzzling against his sweaty neck.

“i’m glad you’re back,” you whispered, breaking the silence between you.

he squeezed your hands gently. “me too, princess. i promise, next time i’m gone for that long, i’m taking your with me. even though i really enjoy what happens when i come back home and you miss me.”

“oh, shut up. i was drunk,” you giggled, letting go of his hands so he could wrap his arms around you, his cock softening inside you.

“lame excuse, baby,” he teased, pressing a kiss to your temple.

it caused you to giggle, both of you gasping when you rolled off of him, causing his cock to slip out, your mixed juices leaking from your pussy.

“soo, what now?” you asked, turning your head to look at him.

he seemed to think for a few seconds, then grinned mischievously. “now… i’m gonna eat you out again, making sure you’re ready for round two, sweet girl. we still got a lot to catch up to.”

you didn’t get to answer as he positioned himself on top of you again, his head already diving back between your legs.

2026 whispersoflost

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