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summary: as things settle between you and keys, you decide to keep seeing each other in secret; but everything changes when millie overhears something she wasn't supposed to.
warnings: smut +18 mdni, cursing, kissing, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, oral female and male, cum, creampie, public sex, cheating, slight angst, happy ending.
wc: 7,9k
author's note: well i wasn't expecting so many people to ask for a part two, thank juana and blaize for bullying me to write it. here you go, i hope y'all stop hating keys now.
after that, you avoided him completely, and made everything in your power to stay away from him. you ignored his texts, changed your route to the cafeteria, and never looked in his direction during meetings. well, that only lasted a few days before he waited until everyone vacated the office, locked the both of you in a conference room, and made you listen to him.
it had been a long and exhausting conversation. you had been so furious, so deeply humiliated by the way he had left you in that basement, that you had even threatened to break out a window with an office chair if he didn't move away from the door and let you go. but, after the two of you finally calmed down and the screaming stopped, you reached an agreement of sorts.
“look, i don’t regret what happened, but i am so sorry for the way i handled things after,” keys said, sighing deeply as he rustled his hair. “and everything i said in that room was true. i mean it. i do only want you.”
“but i can’t just leave millie right now,” he continued, his voice rising slightly, “we are so close to finishing that project. if i break up with her now, it would make everything at the studio completely awkward. i can’t risk screwing the launch up. and also... god, i gotta think about my living arrangements, like, what am i even supposed to do? where do i go? our entire lives are-”
he started rambling, his hands gesturing in the air as he started to spiral with anxiety. you couldn't stand to hear him talk about his life with her anymore, so you stepped forward and shut him up with a kiss.
it was sharp and sudden, yet keys melted into it instantly, letting out a shaky breath against your mouth; then cupped your face with both of his hands.
he pulled back just an inch.
“i want you,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. “but you have to give me some time to figure things out.”
he looked at you, his eyes pleading behind his glasses.
“please.”
“just till the project deadline,” he promised, his voice cracking slightly, “just give me until the launch, and i’ll end it. i swear.”
over the next few weeks, the avoidance stopped, and it was replaced by absolute secrecy. you became experts at reading each other's schedules and finding empty pockets of time in the building where nobody would look twice.
it was a quick, desperate kiss in the storage room, an accidental brush of hands in the hallway, or a quiet text telling you to meet him somewhere for a few minutes.
today it was another friday night stuck working late, a common occurrence as of lately; one of the few moments you could get just to yourselves without risking it too much.
you were sitting in your office chair, pointing at some lines of code on the screen, with keys leaning over your shoulder.
“come on, i don't see anything. i'm starting to think this was just an excuse to get me close,” he whispered softly against your ear, his warm breath sending a sharp shiver down your spine.
“can you be serious for once?” you rolled your eyes, biting your lower lip to stop yourself from smiling.
“you are right, as if i needed any excuse for that,” he added in a murmur, his lips brushing the shell of your ear.
he pulled back a bit, wrapped his large hands around the armrests of your chair, and spun you around to face him. he offered his hand to help you stand up, looking down at you. you raised an eyebrow in question, not moving yet.
“a short break?” he pouted, giving you a look that was entirely unfair, “pretty please.”
reluctantly, you stood up and took a step closer to him. wasting no time, he met you in the middle, guiding both of his hands to your waist and pulling you flush against his chest.
“you looked so hot today in that meeting,” he started trailing kisses on the side of your neck.
you tilted your head slightly, letting him have better access, your fingers coming up to gently tangle into the short hairs at the back of his neck.
it was an almost domestic moment, a glimpse into what a normal relationship with him could look like once the deadline finally arrived. he was still going home to her tonight, but for right now, in the quiet spaces of the office, he was completely yours.
you forced a small, smooth smile, as you looked past his shoulder at the dark windows of the office, the heavy weight of reality settled right back into your chest.
you hadn't been completely honest. during those few days of radio silence between the two of you, when the anger was still fresh, you had acted out of panic and self preservation, and spent those lonely nights sending out job applications, desperate for a clean break.
with things settling into this somehow comfortable routine, you had almost forgotten about it… until yesterday morning; when an offer from the rival company landed in your inbox.
it wasn't a regular job offer, it was a massive step up. a lead position with a bigger budget, more creative freedom, and a paycheck that made your jaw drop. it was exactly the kind of career jump you’d been grinding for years to get.
it also meant packing up your life, walking out of this building for good, and leaving keys behind. it was the perfect escape route, but now that he was actually begging you for time and promising you a future, that email felt more like a quiet expiration date on whatever this was.
you hadn't told him. you couldn't bring yourself to do it yet, not when he looked at you with that desperate, fragile hope in his eyes.
“what are you thinking about?” keys murmured against your skin, his voice thick with sleepiness as his grip on your waist tightened just a fraction.
your fingers sliding up to fix his glasses, “nothing,” you lied softly, looking into his dark eyes, “we should go back to work.”
he smiled, kissing your lips one last time before heading back to his chair, completely oblivious to the fact that the clock was ticking for both of you.
keys didn't hear you entering the room. he was too busy setting up his deskspace and getting everything ready for the conference he had in a few minutes. you couldn't help but stare at how cute he looked, furrowing his brows in deep concentration as he adjusted his glasses.
when he turned around to look for something in the back drawers, you took the opportunity. closing the door behind you, you silently sneaked behind him and whispered in his ear, “hi.”
he gave out a yelp, letting some folders drop to the ground. then he turned around with a look of pure indignation. “do you want to give me a heart attack?!”
you just let out a chuckle in response.
“what are you doing here anyways?” he said, looking over your shoulder towards the door. “millie and the rest of the team will be here any minute.”
“can't i just stop by to say hi?” you shrugged.
keys let out a sigh, walking back to the desk, and sat down in his rolling chair, trying to recapture his composure.
you walked toward him, stopping when you reached his side, and leaned against the edge of the desk, right next to his keyboard. your leg was inches away from his arm.
“you're distracting me,” keys muttered, though his eyes weren't on his monitor anymore. they were tracing the line of your collarbone, his fingers tapping anxiously against the armrest.
“you seem stressed,” you said, giving him a sympathetic look.
“well, i got to pitch this in less than half an hour and now you are here and it's not helping me focus you know,” he started ranting, leaning back in his chair as he ran his fingers through his hair. he sighed, looking up at you with a softened gaze. “i'm sorry... this isn't your fault.”
“well, if i'm distracting you that much i can go,” you said, pushing yourself off the edge of the desk. but instead of stepping away, you stepped right between his knees and gently turned his chair around to face you better. “or… i could help you out.”
“help me out how?” he asked, his body tensing slightly.
“to relieve some of that stress?”
“i don't think this is the right time for that-”
before he could even finish his sentence, you were already lowering yourself. you dropped down right between his open legs, resting your cheek against his covered thigh as you looked up at him through your lashes. “you sure about that?”
you could feel his entire body freeze beneath you, and when you dragged your gaze down, you saw the already thick bulge in his pants growing, straining against the heavy fabric. you bit your lip at the sight.
“anyone could walk in,” he gasped out, his voice coming out as a whisper.
“don't worry about that,” you murmured.
when he didn't protest again, you moved, settling yourself completely into the tight space under his desk. you sat back on your heels right between his thighs, completely hidden from the view of the door.
wasting no time, you reached for his belt and gently unbuckled it, the sharp click sounding incredibly loud in the quiet room. you leaned forward to press a warm kiss right against his erection through his pants, making him hitch his breath. with slow movements, you slid the zipper down and keys instinctively lifted his hips just a fraction, helping you pull down his pants and underwear just enough to completely free his length.
his dick was already fully hard, twitching slightly in the cool air of the office, your fingers wrapped around the thick base as you leaned in, your tongue tasting the sweet, salty drop of precum at the tip before sliding your lips over his head.
keys let out a hiss, his head slamming back against the headrest of his chair. his fingers instantly flew to your hair to anchor himself as your mouth tightened around him.
“god... fuck,” he whispered, his eyes closing tight behind his glasses as he tilted his hips up, guiding himself deeper into your throat.
you gripped his thighs for balance, pacing yourself into a steady rhythm that had him trembling within seconds. keys’ breath was coming in short gasps; every time he heard a distant footstep or the faint hum of the elevator down the hall, his grip on your hair would tighten, his whole body going stiff out of fear and pleasure.
“someone’s... someone’s coming down the corridor,” he choked out, his voice cracking with a terrifying rush of adrenaline.
you didn't stop. instead, you looked up at him, your lips still wrapped tightly around his length, and deliberately sucked harder. keys let out a broken, silent sob, his hips rolling helplessly against your mouth as he fought with every shred of sanity not to make a sound that would give you both away.
then, the sharp click of the doorknob echoed through the room.
keys froze entirely, his fingers locking into your hair with a white knuckled grip, forcing your head still. your heart caught into your throat, your breathing completely cutting off as the door swung open.
“keys? hey, are you almost ready? the board is waiting on the second floor.”
it was millie.
“uh- yeah! yeah, just... finishing up the last server deployment,” keys voice was a pitch higher than usual, cracking slightly as he tried to force a normal tone.
“are you okay? you look completely flushed,” millie asked, her footsteps moving a single step close. “is the AC not working again?”
“no! i mean, it’s fine,” keys blurted out, quickly rolling his chair forward, effectively trapping you even deeper and blocking any possible line of sight. “just a bit stressed about the pitch. you know how the board gets with this stuff.”
“well, don't overthink it, you’ve been working on this for months,” millie said with a soft chuckle, entirely oblivious to the fact that her boyfriend was currently exposed from the waist down, his erection twitching right against your cheek. “do you have the physical folders? the blue ones?”
keys’ eyes went wide behind his glasses. the blue folders were the exact ones he had dropped on the floor earlier, they were scattered right next to your knees, completely out of his reach.
and you weren't planning on making this easy for him.
instead of just handing them over, you wrapped your fingers tightly around his base and slowly slid your mouth back down his length, taking him all the way to the back of your throat.
keys let out a choked gasp, his legs twitching violently, while his hands slammed against the edge of the desk to keep himself from crying out.
“keys? did you hear me? the folders?” millie asked, her tone shifting into slight confusion at his sudden gasp.
“i- uh… yeah,” keys stammered, his voice straining hard as you swirled your tongue right around his tip again. his left hand dropped below the desk, his fingers frantically grabbing your shoulder, squeezing you in a silent, desperate plea to stop.
but you didn't. you sucked harder, your hand stroking his base, driving him absolutely insane.
“i think... i think i left them on the floor by the cabinet,” keys lied through his teeth, his breath hitching terribly. he forced his right hand to reach down blindly toward your side, his palm burning hot and damp with sweat as he tried to find the papers.
your fingers finally swept the scattered blue folders from the carpet, pressing them into his trembling hand. keys snatched them up instantly with a rough exhale. “got them. right here.”
“perfect,” millie said, her footsteps finally turning around toward the exit. “see you in the conference room in two minutes, babe. don't be late.”
the door clicked shut behind her.
the second the lock snapped into place, keys let out a groan, his legs completely giving out as his hips thrusted forward, burying himself deep inside your mouth. after a few more strokes, you pulled back a bit, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
he looked down at you from his chair, his glasses slightly crooked, his chest heaving, “what the fuck is wrong with you?” he whispered, a mix of adrenaline and lust cracking his voice.
you just smirked, looking up at him from your spot between his knees. “oh, don't start. i could literally feel you leaking. don't act like you didn't enjoy that.”
he groaned, running a hand over his face, unable to deny a single thing. his hard length was still twitching right in front of your face, fully coated in your spit and still leaking precum. he cleared his throat, trying and failing to regain his composure as he glanced at the clock. “can you hurry? i need to get there in a minute.”
“sure,” you murmured. you leaned in and slowly licked the underside of his dick, from the base all the way to the sensitive head, making his hips jerk again. “i just need to hear something first.”
“hear what?” he choked out.
“admit i make you feel better than millie ever did.”
keys froze, his eyes widening behind his lenses. “what?”
“you heard me,” you challenged softly, your fingers gently wrapping around his shaft, “does she touch you like i do? does she make you feel like this?”
“i... i really need to get going,” he pleaded, his voice turning incredibly desperate as the clock ticked down.
you stopped stroking him, holding your hand perfectly still; you just stared up at him, waiting.
“fuck,” keys finally broke, his head dropping forward. “you... you are so much better, baby. she has nothing on you. millie has nothing on you. just please...”
“mhmm please what?”
“please… please let me cum.”
“good boy.”
finally satisfied you guided his thick length back into your mouth once again. you sucked him hard, while your hand kept pumping his base. it only took seconds. keys let out a muffled, choked sob into his hand as he spasmed and started spilling deep down your throat. you swallowed every single heavy drop of him, your throat squeezing around him until his final pulses faded.
slowly, you pulled out, a thin silver thread of saliva connecting your lips to his softening tip. keys was completely slumped in his chair, his eyes glazed over, lost in the haze of his orgasm.
he was too caught up in the afterglow to notice the quiet sound of footsteps returning down the corridor.
he didn't hear millie approaching back the office. she had realized on her way downstairs that keys had handed her the wrong folders in his panic.
she had come back to swap them, but she stopped dead in her tracks, pausing just outside the door when she distinctly heard her own name through the thin frame. and consequently, she heard everything after that. the unmistakable sounds of friction, keys' breathless confession, and the words that just ruined her entire world.
he had been quiet during dinner, picking at his food while millie sat across from him at the small dining table, her face an unreadable mask of calm. millie hadn't confronted him; she had simply handed him the correct folders before the meeting started and kept completely professional.
but the silence between them now was heavy. keys sat there, his mind stuck replaying what happened back at the office, he could still feel the ghost of your touch. it had been weeks since he had last touched millie, weeks since he had even looked at her body with any shred of desire. whenever she tried to lean in for a kiss lately, he’d find an excuse; a headache, an urgent text, a piece of code he needed to review. they were basically strangers sharing the same apartment.
“you're quiet tonight,” millie said casually, mindlessly scrolling through her phone with her free hand while pushing a piece of food around her plate. her tone was almost gentle, but there was something cold behind her eyes.
“just... exhausted from this whole day i guess,” keys murmured, keeping his eyes glued to his plate, desperately wanting this dinner to be over.
“by the way,” millie said, her voice cutting through quiet room, “i heard some interesting gossip before we left the building today.”
keys went entirely rigid in his chair, his heart doing a panicked flip in his chest. he slowly set his fork down, trying to keep his hands from trembling. “yeah? what about?”
“about your little friend from the QA department,” millie replied smoothly, not lifting her eyes from her phone. “apparently, she isn’t as dedicated to soonami as we thought. someone mentioned she applied for a position at our rival company weeks ago, and she even got an offer.”
the air completely left keys’ lungs. he stared blindly at the middle of the table, his mind running through a thousand thoughts at once. the rival company? a job offer? you hadn't said a single word about that to him. while he was about to throw away the entire life he had built with millie, while he was ready to risk everything for you... you were planning to run away from him.
“really?” keys managed to choke out, his chest feeling incredibly tight, “i... i didn't know that.”
“unbelievable, right?” millie let out a soft chuckle. she finally looked up, staring right at his face, a satisfied smirk cutting across her features as she watched his shoulders tense up. “to think she was pretending to be so loyal to the team, working those late friday nights with you... and all this time, she was just using us. using you.”
keys couldn't manage a response, the food suddenly felt stuck in his throat.
“people really are experts at playing double games, aren't they, babe?” millie murmured, followed by a sigh, “anyway, i'm going to head to bed. don't stay up too late.”
keys lay his head in his hands the moment she walked out of the room, his eyes stinging with tears of frustration.
then abruptly, he stood up and grabbed his jacket and his keys from the counter.
“mil!” he called out toward the bedroom, his voice tight, “i- i have to go back to the office… i need to check something about the servers, don't wait up for me.”
you were laying on your couch, wrapped in a blanket, when a sudden knock on your door made you jump. you checked the time; it was past midnight.
when you opened it, keys was standing in the hallway. his was hair slightly messy and his eyes behind his glasses looked completely exhausted.
“keys? what are you doing here?”
“i needed to see you,” he said, his voice flat, stepping past you into your apartment without waiting for an invitation.
“sure make yourself at home i guess,” you said, rolling your eyes and closing the door behind him.
he looked around the space, his body stiff, radiating a nervous energy.
“i um… i was just about to put on a movie, you can join if you want,” you offered, trying to break the awkward atmosphere.
keys hesitated, but then slowly walked over to the living room. he shed his jacket, throwing it over a chair, and sat down on the opposite end of the couch. as he settled into the cushions, his body still remained incredibly stiff.
you pulled your legs up onto the couch, grabbing the remote to find something to watch, but his silence was starting to make you nervous.
“keys?” you murmured, turning your head to look at him. “are you okay? what’s going on?”
he didn't answer, he was just staring at you. his eyes behind were intense, searching your features as if he were trying to figure something out.
worried, you shifted closer and reached out, gently placing your hand on his knee. “hey... talk to me.”
the moment your fingers touched him, keys tensed up even more, but he didn't pull away. instead; his hand shot out, his fingers locking around your wrist in a tight grip.
“do you actually want me here?” he asked, his voice incredibly quiet, but laced with a raw vulnerability.
“of course i do,” you said confused, “why would you even ask that?”
keys let out a dry laugh, “because sometimes i feel like if i close my eyes for a second, you’re just going to disappear.”
before you could even process the weight of his words, keys lunged forward. the weight of his body crowding you, pressing you flat against the cushions of the couch. he pinned your wrist above your head, his other hand slamming onto the back of the couch right next to it.
he leaned down, his face inches from yours, his hot breath over your lips.
“keys, stop, you're hurting me a little- what are you doing?”
“don't,” he whispered, his voice cracking, “don't. just... let me have this.”
in one sudden movement, he grabbed your thigh and hitched it up, forcing your leg over his hip right there on the couch. his rough palm gripped the waistband of your pants, tugging and sliding them down your hips with urgency. he shoved the fabric down to your knees, his fingers instantly heading past the lace of your underwear.
“what are you-”
without warning, he moved your panties to the side and simply shoved two fingers straight inside you.
you let out a sharp cry, the sound instantly muffled as keys slammed his mouth over yours. the kiss was brutal and desperate. he thrust his fingers deep inside you, his hand moving in a fast and heavy rhythm.
it was messy, his touch was heavier than usual, lacking any of his normal gentleness, as if he were trying to physically force you to stay right where he could feel you.
“fuck,” keys growled against your lips as you began to slick around his fingers, your body betraying you instantly under his harsh touch. he pulled his mouth away just enough to look down at you, his thumb moving to press against your clit with more force than needed, grinding against you with a heavy friction.
your head fell back against the couch, a broken sob slipping from your throat as your hands clutched desperately at the front of his shirt, pulling him closer as your body trembled.
“keys... please, it’s too much,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against his hand, trying to find relief.
keys stared down at you, refusing to slow down. he looked at your flushed face, your glazed eyes, and your parted lips. his jaw clenched, his expression darkening with a desperate possessiveness.
“open your mouth,” he commanded in a low whisper.
you complied instinctively, your lips parting wider as you desperately gasped for air. keys leaned down, hovering just inches above you. he pooled a bit of saliva in his mouth and let it drip directly onto your tongue.
before you could even swallow, keys slammed his mouth back over yours. the kiss was filthy, his tongue tracing yours tasting himself inside you, forcing you to take every bit of him.
at the same exact time, his fingers curled inside you, relentlessly striking your spot while his thumb kept digging with a heavy pressure against your swollen clit.
“keys-” you cried out into his mouth, your voice entirely muffled by his tongue.
everything at once was too much, an orgasm tore through you; your walls clamped down hard on his fingers, squeezing them tight, as your hips bucked helplessly.
keys growled, holding you firmly in place, his fingers kept moving, driving you through the waves of your climax until you were trembling and clinging to him, completely spent.
he slowly pulled his fingers out of you and guided them back to his mouth, sucking them clean, his eyes never leaving yours as he tasted you.
he let out a heavy breath, his fingers finally dropping from his lips. his face went completely blank, the storm inside him temporarily quieted by the sheer exhaustion of it all. he leaned down once again to give you a quick, soft kiss on your forehead.
“let’s go to bed,” he murmured, his voice thick and tired.
you slept heavily, completely exhausted by the emotional and physical toll of the evening; but in the dead of the night, a quiet rustling sound woke you.
the bedroom was pitch black, save for the weak light of the street filtering through the blinds. you blinked, shifting in the sheets, only to find the other side of the bed completely empty and cold.
you sat up, rubbing your eyes, and saw a shadow moving near the bedroom door.
it was keys, he was standing in the dark, quietly buttoning his shirt. he had already put his pants back on, and he was currently reaching for his watch.
“keys?” you whispered, your voice thick with sleep. “what are you doing?”
he froze, he didn't turn around to look at you. “i have to go,” he said, his voice cold. “millie will be waking up soon. i need to be back at the apartment before she notices.”
“now you care about what millie notices?” you said, sitting up fully and tossing the covers aside. you swung your legs over the edge of the bed. “you practically broke into my apartment, keys. you were acting like a lunatic, and now you’re just... putting your clothes back on and running back to her?”
“dont start,” keys muttered, his voice tightening as he buckled his watch. “i told you, i have a life to manage. i’m trying to keep things under control.”
“under control?!” you let out a dry, angry laugh, standing up. “you call tonight keeping things under control? you won't even look me in the eye right now. what is your problem?!”
keys snapped and spun around to face you
“my problem?!” he choked out, his voice cracking ,“i could ask you the same fucking question!”
you stepped back, stunned. “what are you talking about?”
“the job offer!” keys yelled, “where you ever going to tell me about that!?”
the silence that followed was deafening.
keys stared at you, tears of anger and betrayal finally spilling over his eyelashes, his breathing ragged. “you didn't tell me... you let me make promises, you let me drown in guilt… knowing you were counting the days to leave me.”
“keys, i can explain-” you started, taking a step toward him, your hand reaching out.
“don’t,” he whispered, stepping back to avoid your touch as if it burned him. “just... don’t say anything.”
he didn’t wait. he didn’t give you a single second to explain and practically ran out of your bedroom.
a moment later, the heavy sound of your front door slamming shut echoed through the quiet apartment, leaving you standing alone in the dark.
you tried calling and texting him, but there was no use; he was avoiding you at all cost. as if a switch had been flipped overnight, now he spent every day at the office glued to millie’s side, using her presence like a shield against you.
everytime you thought you had finally caught him off guard, waiting for a moment when he was by himself to corner him and talk, millie would show up a second later. you could swear sometimes she was even flashing you a knowing smile, but, there was no chance keys actually told her? right?
you tried to distract yourself by working; however, you finally reached your breaking point on the day of the launch. the whole team was gathered to celebrate the successful wrap up of the project. in the middle of the crowd keys briefly looked in your direction, and once he caught you staring back, sure that you were watching, he turned around and enveloped millie in a kiss that was definitely inappropriate for the workplace.
that night when you got home, you slammed your laptop open, pulled up the bookmarked email, and typed out a short reply to accept the offer.
the conversation after that with antwan hadn't been easy. apparently you were an important asset to the team and he fought hard to keep you, which meant he dragged you through another two weeks of tedious paperwork and formalities that were due to end your contract there.
you pushed through it and fourteen days later, you were finally boarding a flight to get away from everything.
you hadn't even looked for apartments yet, but the new company had set you up in a fancy hotel downtown for the first month. it was strange, being miles away from your old life, starting fresh in a room that barely fit all of your luggage, knowing that you were finally free of him.
back home, keys still had no clue you were gone. the timing was almost ironic; after the closing of the project, human resources had forced him to take a mandatory three weeks off to compensate for the absurd amount of overtime he had been putting in last month.
for him; being forced to spend that much time around millie in their shared apartment, still trying to play the part of a loving boyfriend, was eating him alive. he had ran out of excuses to avoid her touch, and the silence between them had become so lo loud it just felt like they were walking on eggshells around each other.
by the third week, he couldn't do it anymore. one evening, over another quiet dinner, keys finally broke, he sat her down and told her it was over. he didn't mention you, and millie didn't cry; she just gave him that unreadable face she’d been wearing for weeks, packed her bags, and left him alone.
keys felt as if a weight had been lifted off him.
he was ready to swallow his pride, apologize, and tell you that it was finally over with her.
on monday morning, keys walked into the soonami office for the first time in nearly a month. his heart was hammering against his ribs with anxiety as he headed straight towards your desk, his mind rehearsing exactly what he was going to say to you. he had stayed up all night coming up with a speech, but when he finally reached your desk, he froze.
it was empty.
the whole set-up, the photos, the sticky notes, all gone. the desk was barren, completely cleared out of your presence.
“looking for someone?”
he spun around to find antwan standing behind him.
“why is it all empty?” keys asked, furrowing his eyebrows, “did she get moved to a different floor?”
antwan let out a heavy sigh, looking at keys with a mix of confusion and pity. “i take it you haven't heard the news yet.”
“what news?” a wave of panic flooded his chest.
“keys, she resigned three weeks ago, right after the launch party. she took a senior position out of state.”
keys felt his entire world collapse, his vision blurring behind his glasses. out of state… three weeks ago… you had taken that stupid position.
“where?” keys choked out, grabbing the edge of the empty desk to keep himself straight. “antwan, please. where did they go?”
“i can’t give out personal employee data, keys, you know how it is-”
“antwan, please!” keys yelled, his voice so loud that a few employees around him turned to stare. “just... just tell me. please.”
it was pouring raining outside. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, setting up your new work laptop, surrounded by half unpacked bags; when a heavy knock rattled against your hotel room door.
you frowned, setting your laptop aside, who could it be? you hadn't ordered any room service. you stood up fixing your pajamas, headed to the door and when you finally opened it, your heart stopped.
keys was standing in the hallway. his clothes were soaked, his hair plastered to his forehead, and his glasses covered in raindrops. he looked a complete mess, his chest heaving as if he had run all the way there.
you stood frozen, your mouth opening as if to say something but no words would come out, was he really here? this couldn't be right, maybe you fell asleep and this was some fucked up dream from your subconscious.
he stared at you through the open doorway, his lips trembling from the cold of the storm outside. the silence between you stretched, and after a long minute of just staring at each other, you finally broke the silence.
“keys?”
“you left,” he whispered.
“you shouldn't be here, how did you even-”
“you left me,” he repeated, his voice cracking
you swallowed hard, your brain still unable to fully process what was happening.
“i think you should go, keys,” you forced yourself to say.
keys completely ignored your demand, moving past you and stepping into the room. the place seemed even smaller now with his presence added to the already crowding room, making everything feel more suffocating.
“you are soaking the entire carpet,” you groaned in frustration, shutting the door behind him.
“that's all you have to say to me?” he scoffed, letting out a bitter laugh.
“what else am i supposed to say when you are dripping water all over my room?!”
“i don't know!” keys snarled, raising his hands in exasperation, throwing a few droplets of water into the air. “maybe something like... addressing the fact that you packed up your entire life and moved states without even telling me?!”
“no. no way,” you snapped, your own anger flaring up, “you have absolutely no right to demand any explanations from me. if you don't recall, you were the one who ran out of my bedroom, and you were the one avoiding me for weeks!”
“so that justifies moving miles away from me without a single word? not even a text?!” he took a step closer, his face twisting into a mocking one as he got his phone out of his pocket, his fingers mimicking the movement of typing in the screen “oh, hey keys, just a heads up, i’m moving to the other side of the country!” he made a choked out sound, “oh my god you are right its physically impossible to say it!”
you paused for a second, closing your eyes tightly and trying your absolute best not to strangle him as you struggled to collect your thoughts.
“did you seriously just buy a flight all the way here just to throw things in my face or…”
“oh, my god, you can't seriously be this thick,” keys breathed out, his sarcasm fading completely.
you frowned in answer, crossing your arms over your chest.
“the second antwan told me you were gone... i ran,” keys confessed, his shoulders slumped, “i didn't even think. i just ran to book the first flight out, because the sheer thought of losing you for good... of you being in a different city and never seeing you again... it made me physically sick.”
you froze, your arms slowly loosening as his words hit you.
keys took a long sigh, trying to gather up whatever courage he had left.
“when he told me... i was trying to find you, because i wanted to talk things out with you, and-”
suddenly, you broke out laughing, a humorless sound out of disbelief.
“talk things out? you wanna talk things out now?!” you shook your head, “oh, we are way past that, keys! you don't get to do this. you can't keep using me, ditching me, and then just coming back feeling sorry whenever it pleases you! there is no room left to talk anything out. whatever this was... it's over.”
“please,” keys pleaded, his eyes filling with tears, “please, just let me talk. listen to me for one second-”
“get out keys, or i swear to god i’ll start screaming for help right now!”
“i broke up with millie!” he spit out.
your shoulders dropped instantly, “what?”
“i broke up with her,” he repeated, a tear finally falling, “it's done, it's completely over between us. that's why i was looking for you at the office this morning... to tell you.”
the words seemed to hang in the air of the hotel room, shattering what was left of your anger. before you could even form a coherent thought, keys stepped closer, closing the remaining distance between you.
he brought his hands to your face, cupping your cheek, his still cold and freezing palms made you shiver against him. every logical part of your brain screamed at you to pull away, to push him and kick him out into the hallway once again. but looking up at the way his eyes were searching yours in such a pleading way, you couldn't bring yourself to do it.
instead; you close the gap between the both you, gripping his wet jacket tightly as your lips finally connect with his. the kiss starts slow and hesitant, like you are both afraid that if you rush it, whatever fragile thing left between you would break.
when keys realizes you aren't fighting him anymore, he brings your body closer to him, wrapping his arms around your waist, not caring about his damp clothes soaking through your own.
he presses you tightly against his chest, deepening the kiss with a sudden hunger that tells you exactly how much he has been missing you. slowly he brings his hands from your waist to the back of your thighs, lifting you just enough for you to wrap your legs around him. he takes a few steps back until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed.
he tumbles down onto the bed bringing your body with his, not letting you go for a single second. his hands start trailing under your shirt, his fingers digging into the bare skin of your waist; holding you pinned against his chest, he breaks the kiss just enough to trail his lips down your jawline.
“god, i missed you,” his hot breath over the sensitive skin of your neck.
the wet clothes sticking to him did nothing to hide the growing bulge beneath you, you shifted in his lap pressing against it, making keys let out a shaky breath. you pushed the jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall somewhere in the already messy floor, then proceeded to take his shirt off in one go.
keys shivered as the cool air made contact with his chest, you couldn't help but run a hand over the faint hairs that seem even more dark in the dampness of his skin. while you were distracted taking in the view, his hands moved to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. his dark eyes tracking every inch of your skin as if he’s trying to convince himself that you’re actually real.
you looked down at him, your hands still resting on his chest, feeling the beat of his heart under your palm. his glasses slightly crooked and his eyes glossy.
not wasting a second, he manhandled you so you were laying on your back, him hovering above you. he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pajama pants, sliding them down your thighs along with your underwear.
he parted your legs open, sliding between them and settling onto his knees; his large palms started to make his way up the inside of your thighs, spreading them even wider.
“keys…” you whispered, starting to get frustrated at his teasing.
he didn't say anything in response. he just leaned down, feeling his warm breath as his lips gently pressed against your inner thigh; you shivered, your fingers gripping to the sheets beneath you. he took his time kissing his way up, until his nose brushed against your center.
keys let out an exhale on purpose, making your hips hitch off the mattress. he took a second to drag his nose all the way through your folds before his tongue finally made contact, licking slowly from top to bottom. a gasp tore through you as keys buried his face even deeper between your legs.
slow and steady, he used his hands to hold your hips in place, his thumbs gently spreading you open as his tongue flattened against your clit, swirling over it with a firm pressure. he hummed softly against you at the taste of your arousal and your body pulsing under his mouth.
“keys, please...” you whimpered, your hands reaching down to grab onto his damp hair and bring him closer.
he flicked his tongue over your clit one last time before pulling back just enough to look at you with his chin shining, his eyes looking on yours.
then without breaking eye contact, keys sat back on his heels. his hands worked at the button of his pants, unzipping slowly. he moved from his position for a second to kick his pants off, freeing his thick length, already slick at the tip.
he crawled back up over you, resting the weight of his body on his forearms, each on either side of your head. he lined himself up at your entrance, the head of his dick rubbing against your soaked folds. he reached up, his large, warm hand gently cupping your jaw, his thumb brushing over your lower lip.
“i’m never letting you go again,” he murmured, pushing forward and slowly sinking into you.
a cry escaped your lips as your walls stretched to accommodate his large size. keys closed his eyes letting a groan and burying himself all the way in. he stayed still for a long moment, letting you adjust to him, his forehead resting against yours.
with a slow and deep rhythm, keys began to roll his hips, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging deep back inside, the sheer relief of being completely filled by him again made tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
your hands slid up his back, your nails digging into his shoulders to anchor yourself. you closed yourself as pleasure began to build.
“look at me,” keys rasped.
he lifted his head slightly, his eyes locking onto yours and his chest heaving as he stared down at you like you were something delicate. he brought back his mouth to yours, trailing sloppy kisses along your jaw and neck, muttering apologies between each touch.
“im sorry, im sorry baby,” he murmured against your skin.
too dizzy to formulate a response, your hips started bucking off the bed to meet his thrusts. keys let out a whine at the sudden movement, reached down, his fingers sliding between your bodies to press against your clit, his thumb moving in circles right where you needed it.
a few moments later and that was all it took, the combination of everything sent you over the edge. your walls squeezed him tightly, crying out his name and your head tossed back against the pillows as the orgasm shattered through you.
the feeling of you tightening around him made keys choke out a moan, he buried his face into the crook of your neck and buried himself as deep as he could one last time. he stayed there trembling slightly as he came, spilling his hot release inside you.
he stayed on top of you for a long time, his heavy breathing matching yours. slowly, keys started to soften inside you, but he made no move to pull away; he shifted his weight to the side, pulling you closer against his bare chest and wrapping his arms tightly around you.
silence invaded the room, broken only with the quiet patter of rain against the window. keys pulled the covers up to your shoulders, tucking you in against him, then he reached up gently pushing a few stray strands of hair away from your forehead.
“i’m not going back,” he said softly.
you shifted slightly in his arms, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him.
“what do you mean?” you asked.
“the office, my old apartment, everything,” keys replied, his thumb gently tracing the line of your jawline, “i resigned before i boarded the plane.”
your breath hitched in your throat. “keys... you gave up your position?”
“i almost lost you,” he said, his gaze locking onto yours, “a position at soonami doesn't mean anything if i don't get to see you everyday… i want to stay here with you... if you'll still have me.”
you stared at him for a long moment, then a small smile finally tugged at your lips; you reached up, trailing your fingers over his messy hair.
“you’re an idiot, you know that?” you whispered softly.
keys let out a quiet laugh and leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.
“yeah,” he murmured against your skin, pulling you even tighter against his chest, “but i guess you are stuck with me now. go to sleep, baby. i’m not going anywhere.”
summary: when you buy a beautiful new mirror for your room, a dirty idea clouds gators mind
cw: smut, piv, orgasm denial, age gap, religion kink, hair pulling, spanking, praise, biting, babying, mirror sex, pet names
a/n: thank you to @hexyissy for giving me this prompt and thinking of this series when you saw it, it’s so so perfect and it’s so nice to see how much people have liked this series so far🩷 also thank you for giving me another reason to procrastinate the heavy plot chapters too oops😭🫣
wc: 800
“ ‘I am- aah- chosen aaand precious in Gods ugh- sight’ " you choked out
"damn fuckin right ya are, my sweet, precious girl" gator groaned behind you.
he was pounding into you relentlessly from behind on your bed, one hand pressing into your hip, the other a fist in your hair.
your back was arched, hips high in the air, chest lower, your hard nipples brushing the sheets as your tits swayed with each thrust, knocking into your open affirmations note book.
gators grip in your hair had your neck strained up, forcing you to stare into your brand new mirror, to stare at gator wrecking you infront of it.
"keep goin sweets, can't hear ya"
the whole reason for the mirror and it's placement was not as dirty as it seemed. you prayed at the bottom of your bed, and you liked to look in the mirror to say daily affirmations- why not put the both together.
to you it was fully innocent, and unfortunately you'd been to naive to see what gator would have seen. but to him that made it better.
"uhm.. ‘God has- uuh- great plans f'me’ " your eyes dropped from the mirror, unable to look at yourself.
"mhm, he does baby" gator cooed, loosening his grip in your hair to slide his hand round to your face.
"if you keep looking" he continued, gripping your jaw to make you look back at the mirror.
"gaaator" you sobbed.
"what’s it mama?"
"Can't- do them”
your eyes found his in the mirror, they were dark and full of dangerous lust, something deep and primal.
"yes you can- ya do it everyday. keep goin”
his hand on your hip left it briefly to smack down against your ass cheek, leaving a light pink hand print.
you cried out but your pussy clenched around gators cock hips pushing back instinctively, getting another smack to the other side, giving it a matching pink mark.
he leant over you, biting your neck and shoulder as he did, pushing his cock impossibly deep against your cervix.
"how bout.. tsk tsk- this one" he flipped the page of the note book, tapping at a line.
"uh huh" you looked down as best you could with gators hands still keeping your head still.
he pulled back on his knees, gripping your hip again and thrusting deeper and harder than before, fisting your hair again
" ‘I ha-aah-ve been- uniquely- uhm- designed for a- purpose’ "
"yeah, an ya wanna know what that purpose is sweets?"
"mmmhm"
he pulled your hair back with force, making you straighten up until your upper back fell against gators chest.
"ya were made for me- just for me to fuck and ruin and corrupt- yeah?" he murmured into your ear, nipping at your earlobe.
"yea-aaah-h for you"
"that's right babygirl" gator cooed, taking his hand out your hair to wrap protectively around your throat.
his hand on your hip snaked around your front to rest on your lower stomach, pushing down so he felt himself inside you.
"AH! fuuuck gatteee"
the pressure made you shiver, made each punch of gators blunt head against your gummy walls so much more intense.
"such a dirty girl aren't ya- all these perfect words outta your mouth, think they're gonna make up for it?"
"I- so good- nuh-"
"oh baby, ya head too fuzzy to speak properly?"
"yeaaah"
his hands left your stomach and neck to cup your tits, finding your sensitive nipples and pulling them between his fingers.
you arched into his touch, squeezing your eyes shut and turning your head into gators neck.
"i want another line mama"
"can't" you moaned into his neck.
his left hand returned to your neck, pulling you away from his, and his right trailed down your body to find your neglected clit.
the first touch of the pads of his fingertips slipping against your swollen nerves had your legs trembling, suddenly jumping you agonisingly close to your release.
"aaah gatteee close so-"
"no" he slowed his thrusts and fingers, making you lose sight of your orgasm.
"gate no please" you sobbed.
"give me another line and i'll let you cum"
"I ca-aah-"
"yes ya can babygirl"
"uh- ‘I am- blessed’ there- mm please"
“not quite what i had in mind.. but it is true isn't it sugar?”
"yeah- true- cum please"
“since y’asked so nicely” gator mocked, chucking under his breath.
gator returned to his original pace, leaning forward as he did so that you could see yourself in the mirror as you finally came apart on his cock.
gator buried his head in the side of your face, his nose pressing into your cheek as his teeth sank into your jaw.
your pussy gushed and pulsed around him as white hot pleasure flooded your veins, whilst white hot ropes of gators cum flooded your cunt.
your chests heaved in sync as gator fell back against the bed, your body going with him.
"i like that mirror there y'know ma"
"mm"
your turned in gators hold, sprawling out your heavy, fuzzy limbs across his body as his fingers found your hair, petting you softly until sleep pulled you under.
cws: one-shot smut fic, porn without plot, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), pet names (baby, pretty girl), dom(?)steve ig, talk dirty, steve called you slut, improper use of fuel tank, lmk what i missed. read at your own risk.
summary: your dad asked you to get his order from munson's bikes, but eddie's not there. thank god, steve was there to accompany you.
issy talks: by writing this, i realized i will never be satisfied of myself writing smut, and i only love reading it, and i admire so much smut writers out there <3
The afternoon sun warmed your shoulders as you walked through the glass doors of Munson's Bikes. A small bronze bell above the door jingled and then gave way to the familiar sound of classic rock music coming from somewhere behind the store.
The shop smelled like motor oil, gasoline, and warm metal. Motorcycle parts were scattered across workbenches, helmets hung from hooks along the wall, and dusty rays of sunlight streamed through the front windows, catching tiny flecks of sawdust and grease in the air.
You stepped up to the counter, glancing around. "Hello?" you called. "I'm here to pick up my dad's custom order." no one answered. "Eddie?"
A clatter echoed from the garage before a familiar voice answered. "Hang on."
A second later, Steve Harrington emerged from the back, wiping his hands on an already ruined shop rag.
Your breath caught.
He wore a white tank top streaked with grease, the fabric clinging to his broad shoulders. Dark smudges marked his forearms, and a strand of hair had fallen across his forehead from working. A piece of gum shifted lazily between his teeth as he looked up.
"Oh? Hey." Recognition flashed across his face.
"S-Steve." who owned the loudest bike in Hawkins, yet slowed down when some animals crossed the street.
He smiled, a little crooked. "Eddie's out making a delivery. Huge order." He jerked a thumb toward the garage. "Didn't trust anyone else with the shop, so... congratulations."
You laughed. "You got promoted?"
"Nah." He snorted. "More like tricked into free labor." His grin was enough to make you laugh again. "I was just fixing my bike while I waited."
Your eyes drifted past him toward the open garage.
Steve caught the look. "You...uh..." He rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly finding the floor very interesting. "You can wait here if you want. Eddie shouldn't be too long."
"I don't mind."
There was a brief silence. Steve shifted his weight from one foot to the other before blurting, "Actually... do you want to see my bike? I mean—you don't have to. It's just... already out there."
You smiled. "I'd love to."
His shoulders relaxed almost instantly. "Cool."
He led you into the garage, weaving around stacks of tires and shelves lined with tools. Near the back sat a beautifully restored vintage motorcycle, its deep black paint gleaming beneath the fluorescent lights.
Steve grabbed a folding chair tucked against the wall. He noticed the thin layer of dust covering the seat. He frowned, grabbed a clean rag from the workbench, and carefully wiped it down before draping the cloth over the chair.
"There," he said. "Didn't really think this through."
"You always prepare seats for your guests?"
He chuckled. "Only the important ones."
He cleared his throat and quickly crouched beside the motorcycle, reaching for a wrench before embarrassing himself further. "So..." He rested a hand against the fuel tank. "Found her behind an old barn a few years ago. She barely ran. Rust everywhere." He gave the bike an affectionate pat. "Everyone told me she wasn't worth fixing."
"But?"
"But I figured she deserved nother chance" His smile softened.
You watched him more than the motorcycle. As he tightened a bolt, the muscles in his forearms flexed beneath streaks of grease. A bead of sweat rolled from his temple, and without thinking, he brushed it away with the back of his wrist before returning to work.
His hands moved with quiet confidence, careful and practiced, as if he knew every bolt and every scratch by heart.
"Steve, I don't think you've looked at me once since you started explaining."
He looked up immediately. "I have."
Your eyebrows lifted. "You have?"
"I've just..." He scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. "been trying not to make it obvious."
Your cheeks warmed. "So you were trying?"
He stared at you for a second before laughing under his breath. "Guess I wasn't doing a very good job."
"No, not really you admitted with a grin.
Steve continued rambling about carburetors or the engine, completely unaware you weren’t listening. You took two steps forward that made him look up at you, then you kissed him.
Silence didn’t last long when he spat the gum and crashed his lips into yours. Lips and teeth fighting for dominance, he spun you around until your ass hit the seat of his motorbike. You could feel his hard cock through his jeans pressing into you.
“Stay right there,” his voice filled with lust. His hand slid between your legs, rubbing your pussy through your shorts. “Already wet? Dirty little thing getting wet just from kissing.”
You moaned as he yanked your shorts and panties down in one rough pull. The cold metal of the fuel tank pressed against your bare skin.
“Hop on, baby, and grind that pretty cunt of yours in my bike,” Steve ordered and you followed wholeheartedly.
You started to grind on the fuel tank, your wetness made everything in smooth motion. The friction sent sparks through you, and only the man standing could give you the desire you wanted. It's so filthy you cannot imagine you're getting turned on by this, “Oh god, Stevee”
Steve just watched you on the other end of the bike, enjoying the view. You kept grinding as your life depended on it. “Steve, baby, please touch me.”
Steve being the man he is, obeyed, his tongue dragged straight up your slit in one long, wet stroke, licking from your clit. You jerked and moaned, fingers curling around the handlebars.
Steve didn't give you time to adjust. He buried his face between you and started eating your pussy like he was starving, sucking your swollen lips into his mouth before spearing his tongue deep inside yourhole.
“Fuck you taste good.” he inserted his two long thick fingers and started pumping. He curled them against your wall, rubbing that sensitive spot with every thrust of his hand.
“Aahh shi-t, please don’t stop.” your one hand grabbed his hair to shove him deeper.
Steve switch between licking your fold and stabbing your inside, mixing it with steady thrust of his fingers. “Don’t you dare close your legs, baby. Keep this pussy open for me.”
All you could do was receive it all, holding the handlebars enough to keep you in place, chanting his name. “That’s it, baby” he growled between licks, “Come on my tongue. I want to feel this cunt pulsing while I eat it.”
"Look at you, spread out on my motorcycle," he said, voice rough. "Pussy dripping all over the seat. I'm gonna fill this cunt up." he said, unbuckling himself.
"Steve, what if Eddie sees us?"
"Don't worry, he texted me he'll be gone long."
He flipped you onto your back across the tank, and hooked your legs over his shoulders. In one smooth motion he drove inside you, the new angle making you see stars. He fucked you deep and fast, one hand around your throat, the other rubbing your swollen clit.
Steve helped you to take off your top, you and he gently massaged your boobs, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet.
“Be loud, pretty girl or else I’ll fucking stop fucking you.” Steve grunted while sucking the skin of your neck.
"You like that? Getting used on my bike like a filthy slut?" he hissed in your ear. "Say it."
"Yes," you gasped. "Fuck me harder."
Your orgasm hit hard, your walls clenching around him as you moaned his name. Steve didn't stop. He flipped you again, this time sitting on the bike and pulling you onto his lap so you faced him. You sank on his cock, riding him while he gripped your hips and thrust up to meet you.
“Ride it, baby, “ he ordered. “Show me how badly you want my cum.”
"Mph! too mu-much" yet you cannot stop yourself bouncing on him.
You rode him hard, tits bouncing with every movement. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, biting down just enough to make you whimper. He reached around and slapped your ass.
"Next time I'm taking this ass too," he promised, voice dark. "But right now I'm gonna pump this pussy full."
You came again shaking on his cock, Steve followed right after, burying himself to the hilt and flooding you with hot cum. He kept you impaled on him, breathing hard against you neck.
"Not done with you yet," he muttered, already starting to harden inside you again. "Wear my helmet and turn around. Both hands on the handlebars. I'm fucking you from behind until you can't walk straight. "
He pulled you off, bent you back over the tank, the helmet muffled your every mons, and slammed back inside your cum-slick pussy. The dirty talk never stopped as Steve used you on his motorcycle, telling you exactly how tight you felt, how good your cunt looked stretched around him, and how he was going to keep you there until he was satisfied.
joe keery i am free on friday if you want to hang out please call me because if you’re free on friday we can do something on the day in which i am free so if you’re not busy on friday let me know cause i’ll come over on friday because i’m free that day
