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Officer McKey - Walter “Keys” McKey x Reader - One Shot

You’ve always wondered why your sweet, nerdy boyfriend always plays the “dirty stripper cop” character in his game. Curiosity killed the cat - so you’re about to find out.

a/n - come on. we were all thinking it. we know he’s gotta be a LITTLE freaky.

TW/CW: smut, dominant!Keys (but also obviously he’s still a sweetheart), no use of y/n, light roleplay, use of fuzzy pink handcuffs, oral f! Receiving

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The soft blue glow of the monitor was the only light in the apartment, illuminating the mess of empty soda cans and tangled wires that took up most of Keys’s workspace. You were already in bed, watching him over the edge of your book as he finalized some nightly game notes to send off to his boss, fingers flying across the mechanical keyboard with a rhythm that was as familiar to you as your own heartbeat.

He finally pushed his chair back, stretching his arms over his head with a groan that cracked most of his spine. Standing up, he shuffled toward the bed, looking every bit the exhausted programmer in his faded MIT sweatshirt and glasses that were slightly askew.

"Long day?" You asked, setting your book on the nightstand as he climbed in beside you and tossed aside his glasses.

"Eh, the usual. Guy is glitching near the tunnel again," Keys murmured, burying his face in the pillow for a moment before turning to look at you. A soft smile played on his lips, the kind that always made your heart flutter a bit faster.

You reached out, pushing his messy hair back from his forehead. "You work too hard."

"Someone’s gotta keep the city running." He leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut. "Even if half the players are just causing chaos for fun."

You laughed softly, mind drifting back to the company livestream you had watched earlier in the day while he was at the office. They did it for promo so everyone could have a sneak peak of the game before it officially released. "Speaking of chaos, I saw you playing in earlier, Keys. Or should I say, Officer?"

Keys groaned, his face turning a shade of pink that was visible even in the dim light. He glanced away, pretending to fluff his pillow. "You actually watched that?"

"Of course," you teased, shifting closer to him so you could trace the line of his jaw with your finger. "I never get tired of seeing your dirty stripper cop ticketing people for jaywalking while wearing a uniform that’s way too tight."

"It’s funny," Keys protested, though his voice was muffled by the pillow. "The juxtaposition of a law enforcement officer dealing with the absurdity of Free City while dressed like that... Comedy gold to the right person.”

"Is it?" you whispered, leaning in to press a kiss against his neck, right where his pulse beat steadily. You felt him shiver against you. "Or is it maybe a little bit of wish fulfillment?"

"Wish fulfillment?" He turned his head back to look at you, eyes wide. "Baby, it’s a pretend video game. I’m a coder. I wear hoodies and drink coffee. Pretty sure there’s no wish fulfillment there."

Your own eyes narrowed ever so slightly. It wasn’t as though Keys was a liar. Far from it. But you knew the way he got quiet sometimes when you watched movies with certain tropes, the way his eyes lingered. Or the way he’d seem more curious about what you were reading if they contained certain elements. You slid your hand under the hem of his hoodie, resting your palm flat against the warm skin of his stomach.

"You know," you started, your voice dropping to a sultry murmur, "you’re always so composed. So calm and sweet. Even when we’re... you know." You let the sentence hang, your fingers tracing idle patterns on his skin.

Keys swallowed hard, his larger hand coming up to cover yours, stilling your movements. "I just like making sure you’re - I like making you feel good. And safe.”

"And I love that about you, Keys. I really do," you interrupted gently, climbing on top of him to straddle his waist. The move was a little bold, but you saw the instant flare of heat in his eyes as he looked up at you. "You’re too good to me, and we both know it. But sometimes I wonder if there's a whole other side of Walter McKey that I haven't seen yet.”

“Another side?”

“Mhm. One that likes to take control. Maybe likes to be a little... reckless.”

He stared up at you, hands resting on your hips. "You know I'm not that type of guy in real life. I like… I mean, what we have is good. Amazing, actually. I don’t really wanna be a dirty stripper cop.”

"No," you agreed, leaning down until your nose brushed against his. "But you created that guy. You play him every day." You kissed the corner of his mouth, teasing him. "I think there's a tiny little part of you that likes playing the bad cop.”

Keys let out a shaky breath, his grip on your hips tightening. "It's just a game, babe."

"Then why’s your heart racing?" You asked softly, rocking your hips just enough to make him inhale sharply. "Tell me why you never play the hero character. You always play the one with the handcuffs."

He closed his eyes at your mischievous smile, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. You could see the internal war waging behind his eyelids - the desire to maintain his comfortable, nerdy persona versus the urge to finally let you in on a secret.

"Would that be a bad thing?" He whispered finally, opening his eyes to look at you with a vulnerability that took your breath away. "If I said... Sometimes I think about what it would be like if I wasn't just some geeky guy with a keyboard?"

"Then I’d say you should tell me exactly what you think about."

“Isn’t that weird?”

“Having fantasies is perfectly normal,” you shrugged. “Probably healthy, too. I mean, most people have some kind of secret thing they’re dying to try behind closed doors.”

“Do you?”

It was your turn for your cheeks to flush. “Of course. But we’re talking about you right now.”

You smiled encouragingly, brushing a stray lock of hair away from his forehead, letting your nails graze his scalp just enough to make him lean into your touch. You could feel his heart hammering against your ribs where your chests pressed together. "Come on, Keys. Let me in."

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes darting away from yours to focus on a spot somewhere over your shoulder - like he was terrified you’d laugh at him, or worse, that you wouldn't understand it.

"I... It just sounds stupid when I say it out loud," he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

"Try me," you urged, rocking your hips again, slower this time, feeling him harden beneath you despite his nerves. "I bet it’s not stupid at all."

Keys swallowed hard, his throat clicking. When he finally looked back at you, his gaze was intense, burning with a hunger you hadn’t seen from him in almost the year you’d been together. It was like a switch had been flipped, and the nerdy programmer was suddenly eclipsed by a man who was going to tell you exactly what he wanted for once.

"It’s about the control, I think.” He admitted, his voice dropping an octave, losing that nervous tremble and turning into something rougher, a little darker. "Day to day I’m pretty passive. But… In the game, I’m the one who helps stop the chaos. I’m the one who makes the rules. And I think about... Uh, bringing that here. Sometimes. If you’d want that. I’d never want to, like, make you feel unsafe or coerced or -“

“Baby.”

“Right. Sorry.” He paused, his hands tightening on your hips almost painfully, anchoring you to him. You nodded for him to keep going.

"I think about being in uniform," he continued, the words coming faster now, like a dam breaking. "Not like the Halloween costume. But just having the authority. Like if I pulled you over or stopped you on the street somewhere. Not because you did anything wrong. Just because I saw you, and decided I needed to have you right there. Consensually, of course.”

The images that the scenarios conjured up in your mind were vivid and illicit, sending a rush of heat through your veins. His thumbs were rubbing light circles right where your hips met your thighs, tantalizingly close to where you wanted him. You stared at your boyfriend, lips parting slightly.

"And then?" You prompted, sounding a little more breathless than you meant to.

"Then I’d get to tell you that you’ve been a bad girl," Keys said, a flush creeping up his neck, but his eyes never left yours. "I’d get to tell you that you’re under my jurisdiction. That I’m the only one who gets to decide what happens to you next. A-and I could have you doing whatever I wanted, and you’d have to let me because... I’m the law."

The silence that stretched between you was heavy, charged with a sudden, electric tension. It wasn't just the words; it was the way he said them - like he was confessing a sin he’d been dying to commit for years. It may have been the sexiest thing you’d ever heard him say. You felt a thrill run down your spine, surprised by the potential of his fantasy but far from put off. If anything, you wanted him to elaborate. You wanted to see exactly how far that "law" extended.

"Oh, Officer McKey," you breathed, leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss that swallowed his groan. "I think I'd like to see you try."

The next evening, when you pushed open the door to Keys’s apartment, the air smelled like stale coffee and a sandalwood candle you’d given him to make the place more “homey”. Wandering back to the bedroom, you stood in the doorway. He was in his chair, swiveling back and forth between the several screens while staring at a line of code, looking like he’d been there for a decade.

"Keys," you announced, leaning against the doorframe.

Jolting as if roused from a dream, Keys spun around, mouth opening to greet you, but the words died in his throat. His eyes swept over you, dragging slowly from your ankles up to the hem of the shortest miniskirt you owned - a scrap of blue and grey plaid that left almost nothing to the imagination, but fit your needs perfectly - and finally up to your face.

"You... Uh," he cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses with a shaky hand. "You look incredible. But, um, not that I’m complaining, but is that... What’re you doing?"

"Thought you might need to arrest me for indecent exposure," you teased, pushing off the doorframe and sauntering toward him. You fished a few items out of your purse and dangled them from your fingers. "I brought you some work supplies, Officer McKey."

You tossed the plastic police badge at him, and he caught it easily, face more than a little surprised. Then, you let the fuzzy pink handcuffs swing back and forth off your index finger, watching his gaze fixate on them as if he were hypnotized.

Keys raised an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Just had these on hand, did you?”

"Hey, they’re cute," you replied, coming to a stop right between his legs. "Besides, I figured you’d appreciate the upgrade from the standard issue metal ones they give bad officers like you at police school.”

“I think it’s called the academy.”

“Sure, that too.”

Keys reached out, his fingers grazing the bare skin of your thigh just below the hem of your skirt. The touch was electric, his hand warmer than you expected. He looked up at you, and for the first time, your sweet, nervous nerd was gone, replaced by something sharper, hungrier.

"Did you come here to cause trouble, miss?" Keys asked, his voice low. It was a little stilted, like he was testing the waters, but the glint in his eyes told you he was enjoying himself.

"I might have," you challenged, placing your hands on his shoulders and leaning down so your faces were inches apart, batting your eyelashes. "Is that not allowed around here?"

Keys stood up abruptly, forcing you to take a step back. In that moment, he seemed to fill the room with his confidence, and you loved it. He swiped the fuzzy cuffs from your loose grip, thumb brushing over your palm.

"Turn around," he said. It wasn't a request.

You bit your lip, hiding a smile as you complied, turning your back to him. You felt him step up behind you, his chest pressing against your back. He took your wrist, his grip firm but not bruising, and pulled it behind you. When he snapped the cuff closed, it was tight - a bit tighter than you expected - but it wasn’t unpleasant.

"Other one," he commanded.

You offered your other hand, and he cuffed that one too, leaving your arms restrained behind your back. A mixture of adrenaline and arousal flooding your system. Should’ve asked him about his fantasies sooner.

"You're under arrest," Keys murmured in your ear, his breath hot against your neck as he pressed a kiss to your feverish skin. "For distracting an officer with intent to... Seduce."

"Is that a felony?"

"Oh, absolutely," he replied, his hand sliding down your arm and around to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and you shivered, feeling how turned on he already was. "The penalty is severe."

He spun you around to face him, hands gripping your waist with a strength that made you gasp. He wasn't being super gentle anymore; but you knew he’d never actually hurt you. For some reason the fact that he could keep his strength in check was intoxicating.

"Keys," you breathed, looking up at him.

"Officer," he corrected, his eyes dark behind his glasses. "You're in my precinct now."

"Fuck, you're hot when you're bossy," you couldn't help but laugh softly, the sound turning into a small gasp as he pushed you backward until your legs hit the edge of his desk, which he’d seemingly cleaned since you’d been gone.

"I'm just getting started," he said, a wickedly delighted grin playing on his lips. He stepped between your legs, crowding you, and used his knee to keep them apart.

You braced your cuffed hands against the cool wood of the desk, breath hitching as his hands slid up your thighs, pushing the skirt up with them. His touch was exploratory, almost reverent, but there was a roughness to it - a confidence that was usually buried under layers of self-deprecation.

"You have the right to remain silent," Keys whispered, his lips trailing down the side of your neck. He nipped at the sensitive skin just below your ear, hard enough to make you gasp. "But I don't think you're going to."

"I never do," you managed to get out, your head falling back to give him better access.

"Good," he murmured against your skin. "Because I want to hear you beg."

He pulled back to look at you, his gaze sweeping over your face, checking in. You nodded, a silent encouragement, and that was all the permission he needed.

Despite the rough grip and the dominant roleplay, he didn’t rush. There was a deliberateness to his movements that was so incredibly Keys. He was savoring it, running his hands over your hips, thumbs hooking into the waistband of your panties.

"These are obstructing justice," he muttered, mostly to himself, before tugging them down. He had to crouch to do it, his face level with your center, and you felt his hot breath fan over you before he stood back up.

"Jesus, look at you," he breathed, stepping back in. His hand went to your throat, not squeezing, just resting his palm against your pulse. He didn’t seem to be in character at that moment - the reverent awe with which he always looked at you bleeding into his performance. "Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?"

"I have an idea," you replied, your voice straining as he used his other hand to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your nipple through the thin fabric of your top. Your back arched.

"Tell me," he demanded, his eyes locking onto yours. "Tell me what you want me to do."

You stared at him, caught off guard by the intensity of his gaze. This was the man who stuttered when ordering pizza, now holding your life in his hands - well, your pleasure, anyway.

The words tumbling out in a rush. "I want you to stop being so polite and just take what you want."

Keys let out a low growl, a sound you didn't even know he could make, and crashed his lips against yours. It was hungry and messy, his teeth scraping against your bottom lip. He kissed you like he was starving, one hand tangling in your hair to hold you in place while the other locked around you, keeping you steady against the desk.

After a few minutes, he broke the kiss but didn't pull away, his forehead resting against yours.

"Up," he said, tapping your hip.

You hopped up onto the desk, wincing slightly as your weight pressed down on your bound wrists. Keys noticed instantly, his brow furrowing.

"Too tight?" he asked, his voice back to its usual concern for your comfort and wellbeing.

"No," you reassured him quickly. You leaned back on your hands, an inviting smile tugging at the corner of your mouth.

He kicked his chair out of the way and sat down, pulling you right to the edge so your thighs were draped over his shoulders. To your surprise, he didn't dive in immediately. Instead, he paused, his hands gripping the back of your knees, pushing them apart until you were completely exposed to him. The cool air of the apartment against your skin made you shiver, but the look in his eyes burned hot.

"Do you know the penalty for resisting arrest?" he asked, his thumb brushing dangerously close to your clit without actually touching it.

"I'm n-not resisting," you managed to say, your voice trembling.

"I’ll be the judge of that, miss," Keys murmured. "And I’m going to make sure you take exactly what I give you."

He leaned in finally, and the first touch of his tongue was a shock of wet heat against your oversensitive flesh. He didn't start slow. He licked a broad, flat stripe up your center, groaning against you like you were the best thing he’d ever tasted. The vibration of his voice travelled straight through your core, making your hips buck off the desk.

"Stay still," he ordered, splaying a hand against your stomach, pinning you down to the wood. "I didn't say you could move."

The command sent a fresh jolt of arousal through you. He went back to work, and this time, there was no teasing. He explored you with a terrifying precision, his tongue mapping out every bit of you like he was memorizing your body. He flicked the tip of his tongue against your clit, just light enough to make you gasp, then sealed his lips around it and sucked hard, drawing a cry from your throat that you couldn't hold back.

Keys was relentless, alternating between firm, sucking pressure and quick, teasing flicks that kept you guessing. Every time you tried to shift your hips to chase the friction, his hand on your stomach tightened, holding you immobile while he dictated the pace. It was maddening and incredible - the feeling of being completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but lie there and take the pleasure he was giving you.

You could hear the obscene sounds of his mouth against you, echoing in the quiet room. It should have been embarrassing, but instead, it just turned you on more. He was so into it, so lost in the taste and feel of you that he forgot to be self-conscious. He wasn't the nervous nerd in that moment; he was a man consuming a meal he’d been starving for.

"God," he murmured, pulling back for a split second to admire the mess he’d made of you. His chin was glistening, his eyes dark and dilated behind his fogged-up glasses. "You really like being under my authority, don't you?"

"Y-yes," you breathed, your head falling back. "Please, Ke- Officer."

"Please what?" he asked, his breath fanning hotly over your swollen flesh.

"Please don't stop."

He smirked, a wicked, arrogant expression that looked devastatingly good on him. "As you wish, ma’am."

Then he buried his face between your legs again, and this time, he added a finger, sliding it inside you without warning. You clenched around him instinctively, your internal muscles gripping him tight. He curled his finger upward, finding that spot that always made your vision blur, while his tongue continued its ruthless assault on your clit.

The dual stimulation was almost too much. Your hands scrabbled for better purchase on the desk, knocking a pen cup onto the floor, but neither of you cared. You were spiraling higher, your whole body tightening like a bowstring. He sensed it, speeding up the rhythm of his tongue, fucking you with his finger in time with the strokes.

You were teetering on the edge, your whole body taut as a bowstring, when he suddenly stopped. You let out a frustrated whine, looking down at him in betrayal. Keys just smirked, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You're under arrest, remember?" he said, standing up and looming over you. "I decide when you get to finish."

"Fuck," you breathed, the dominance in his voice sending a fresh wave of arousal through you, making your inner muscles clench around nothing.

"Yeah, almost," he said, unbuckling his belt with deliberate, agonizing slowness. The leather strap whipped through the loops with a sharp sound that made you flinch in anticipation. "We're getting there."

He kicked his chair out of the way and stepped back between your legs, the denim of his jeans rough against your inner thighs. You tried to reach for him instinctively, but your hands were still bound behind you.

"Bad girl," he tutted with mock disappointment. "I didn't say you could touch. Lean back - elbows on the desk.”

You obeyed instantly, and Keys smiled, a satisfied expression that made your stomach flip as he leaned down to kiss you. It was messy and deep, letting you taste yourself on his lips, a reminder of what he’d just done to you.

"You have no idea," he murmured against your mouth, his breath mingling with yours, "how much I've wanted to bend you over this desk. Every time I sit here for work... I think about it."

"Then take me," you challenged, your voice barely above a whisper. "Show me what Officer McKey can really do."

He didn't need to be told twice.

With a firm grip on your hips, he pulled you forward, dragging you to the very edge until you were barely supported. He lined himself up, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance. With a groan that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, he pushed into you - stretching you inch by inch. You gasped, head falling back as your body struggling to accommodate the sheer size of him, hot and heavy within you. It was always the ones you least suspected who were the most well-endowed.

"Fuck, you're tight, baby," he gritted out, jaw clenching as he paused to let you adjust. "You okay?"

"Y-yeah. Move," you demanded, digging your heels into his lower back, trying to spur him on. "Please, Keys. Move."

“Now who’s bossy?” He let out a strangled laugh and started to move, setting a rhythm that was almost punishingly slow. He withdrew completely, leaving you empty and aching, before sinking back in, burying himself to the hilt. His movements were deliberate and controlled, torturous in their precision.

"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, of maintaining that devil-may-care persona. "Is this the trouble you were looking for when you walked in here, miss?”

“M-maybe.” Unable to help yourself, you arched against him more, desperate for the relief he’d denied you earlier. "You can go harder. I know you want to."

"You sure?" Keys asked, his eyes searching yours, checking for that final green light. "I don’t want to hurt -“

"I'm sure," you interrupted without hesitation, your nails scraping against the desk. "I want all of it. Don't hold back."

That was the final consent he needed. His control snapped, revealing the raw, hungry man underneath. He grabbed your legs, hooking them over his elbows, and started to thrust into you in earnest. The desk rattled beneath you, the items on it rattling dangerously close to the edge, but neither of you cared.

He was rougher than he’d ever been, his hips snapping against yours with a force that made you see stars in the best way. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, loud and obscene. It was intense, overwhelming, and somehow exactly what you needed. You cried out with every thrust, your fingers scrabbling for purchase on the slick desk surface, unable to find anything to hold onto.

"Look at me," he commanded, his voice sharp, before melting into something a bit more like the man you recognized. "Open your eyes, baby."

You forced your eyes open to meet his gaze. The intensity there was staggering. He was looking at you like you were his entire world, like he was secretly determined to wreck you for anyone else. His glasses were slightly more fogged up, hair falling over his forehead, but the look in his eyes was pure fire.

"Keys," you gasped, your release building rapidly, coiling tight in your belly like a spring ready to snap. "I'm -“

“Let go," he urged, reaching between you to rub your clit with rough, calloused fingers in time with his thrusts. "Now. That's an order."

The command was your undoing. You came with a cry that was half his name and half a sob, your body convulsing around him. Your toes curled, your back arching off the desk as the pleasure washed over you in waves. He followed you over the edge a moment later, pressing his forehead to yours as pulsed inside you, filling you as his whole body shuddered with the force of his release.

For a long moment, the only sound in the apartment was your combined breathing, ragged and loud, slowly syncing up as you came down from the high. Keys slumped against you, his full weight pinning you to the desk, and his face buried in the crook of your neck. He was pressing kisses to your sweaty skin - soft, reverent, familiar kisses that had nothing to do with the character he was playing and everything to do with the man who loved you.

"Wow," you breathed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to get your heart rate under control. "Just... Wow, Keys."

Keys let out a weak laugh against your skin, the vibration tickling you. "Yeah. That was... I liked that a lot."

You smiled, letting out a small frown as he pulled himself out of you and searched for the handcuff key in your purse. He quickly uncuffed you, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he hoisted you into his arms and settle your bodies on his bed. He continued to hold you tenderly as you ran your fingers through his damp air.

"You know, Officer McKey,” you said after a few minutes of blissed-out silence. “I think you need to arrest me more often. I think I just found my new favorite hobby."

"Don't push your luck, miss," he mumbled, but you could feel him smiling against your neck. "I might just have to keep you in holding overnight.”

“Have I been that bad, Officer?”

“So bad. You're looking at a life sentence, actually."

"Promise?" you teased, pressing a kiss to his temple.

He lifted his head to look at you, his eyes soft and adoring, the dominant, rough edge gone completely, replaced by the sweet, brilliant nerd you fell in love with. He reached up to push his glasses back up his nose, looking a little sheepish.

"Always," he whispered, leaning in to kiss you gently, a stark contrast to the bruising kisses from before. "I love you. You know that, right?”

"I know," you whispered back, kissing him again, slow and sweet. "And I love you too, Keys.“

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