steve hated being jealous because when he was jealous, he got scared—scared of losing you. it was perhaps a hangover from the way his relationship with nancy had ended so steve did not like feeling it in his relationship with you. it made him incredibly self critical and it made him worry. and so, when he was jealous he needed reassurance from you. the physical kind. he’d kiss you like he had something to prove and then he’d have his head between your legs barely two minutes later, moaning into your soaked cunt as two of his thick fingers pumped in and out of you. “that’s it,” he’d murmur against your skin, tongue darting out to play with your swollen clit while you mewled above him, “this is all for me, right baby?”. and after he had made you come no less than three times, he would lay his head on your chest and listen to your heartbeat just to remind himself that he was yours and you were his.
when gator is jealous? oh boy—he makes it known. if he's with you, he'll tell whatever guy is trying to flirt with you to fuck off and he'll slap a hand on your ass for good measure. he'll make it abundantly clear in any way he can that you're his and his alone. you didn’t mind it, honestly. and if he isn't there and you come home and tell him about some guy who had tried to get your number on a girls' night? he'll bend you right over the kitchen countertop and make you forget all about mr. no name at the bar as his thick cock pounds into you from behind. you’ll be moaning out obscenely, the sound of skin slapping and the schlick-schlick-schlick sounds from gator pounding into your soaked pussy filling the kitchen.
teacake is very comfortable in your relationship and doesn’t tend to get jealous. he trusts you implicitly and so, he doesn’t see any reason to be jealous when he knew you were his completely. instead if a guy ever tried to flirt with you in front of him, he’ll just throw an arm around you and have the biggest grin on his face as he says to the guy: "sorry man, she's taken." the closest teacake gets to feeling jealous is when you’re saying how hot a certain celebrity is and he’ll pout and ask, “but i’m hotter, right babe?”
keys doesn't quite know what to do when he feels jealous. he knows you love him and that you only have eyes for him, but sometimes it gets to him. on those nights, he needs to reassurance. he’s usually the big spoon but he’ll ask you to hold him which you do of course while gently running your fingers through his hair. he’ll always be honest with you in those moments—he’ll ask you if he’s working too much, if you’re happy. and you’ll press a kiss to his forehead and tell him you’d never been happier. keys would then smile a little before lifting his head to kiss you properly. you wouldn’t leave the bed for hours after that.
kurt does not handle jealousy well at all. honestly, that man is terrified at the thought of you leaving, of you finding someone better than him. and maybe there was a part of him that believes he really doesn’t deserve someone like you. and so, when kurt get jealous, he gets upset. he’ll hold onto you real tight and beg you not to leave him. sometimes he’ll cry. he’ll tell you how much he loves you, how he doesn’t know what he’d do without you. and you’d always smile at him sweetly and kiss him just to shut him up. he usually takes the hint then.
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Summary: On World of Warcraft raid nights, Keys is the calm, kind tank everyone relies on, guiding his team through every win and wipe. But when you finally decide to try the game for yourself, things don’t go quite the way he expects.
Warnings: Alliance player. (FTH!)
Word Count: 2.1k
A/N: Not me going full nerd on main but fuck it, i'm already writing smut about a fictional character I can't get over so, what's one more kink in the freak armour. I need this big geek in my life. This one is for @keer-y and @morninglesss thank u for the Joe Keery x WoW fix I never knew I needed.
First keys one shot! Lemme know how I got on with it! Likes, reblogs, comments etc mean the worlddddddddddd.
The soft glow of the bedside lamp is the only light in the room besides the blue flicker from Keys’ monitor. It’s Friday night, raid night, and the familiar rhythm has settled over his apartment like a warm blanket. You’re propped against the headboard, paperback open in your lap, trying, and mostly failing, to follow the plot while half-listening to the low, steady cadence of Keys’ voice through his headset.
He’d been so embarrassed the first time he told you. “It’s… nerd stuff,” he’d mumbled, cheeks pink, rubbing the back of his neck like a kid caught with contraband. “World of Warcraft. I tank raids. Alliance, obviously. I’m a guild master, it’s like a community of people all over the world and you do dungeons and raids together or just level up if you want…or PvP but I’m not a big fan. Well, I’m not really good at it, honestly…There’s this whole lore thing with King Anduin and…” He’d stopped, wincing. “You don’t have to pretend to care.”
But you did care. You thought it was the cutest thing in the world, that this gentle, six-foot-three giant of a man had a whole community spread across time zones who trusted him to keep them alive and take care of them. So you’d kissed his flushed face and said, “I’ll read in bed until you’re done. Then cuddles. And you make breakfast in bed tomorrow, deal?”
He’d lit up like you’d handed him the Sunwell itself.
Now it’s months later and the deal still stands. You’re halfway through chapter twelve of your new book when the raid voice chat crackles to life in his headphones. Keys leans forward, shoulders squared, paladin tank mode activated. His fingers fly over the keys with quiet confidence.
“Alright, comrades,” he says, voice warm and reassuring, the same tone he uses when you’re stressed about work. “We’re on Lich King tonight—old-school Icecrown run. We got this. Healers, you’re beautiful. DPS, stay on the boss, don’t chase the adds unless I call it. New folks, I’ve got you. Just stay behind the big shiny draenei with the shield.”
You smile into your book. He always talks about Anduin like the kid is his own little brother—how the young king is trying to hold the Alliance together, how the story hits different now that Keys is older. You can never keep the lore straight, something about a war with a horde and shadow magic?, but you love the way his eyes light up when he explains it.
The first four wipes come quick. Each time the screen flashes red and the raid chat explodes with groans, Keys is already talking before the death animation even finishes.
“Close! That was so close!” he says after the third. “We had him at ten percent. Great job on the Defile dodge, everyone—seriously, that was clean. Mike, you good? No stress, man. We’ll get it next pull.”
You glance over. His jaw is set, but there’s no frustration in his posture. Just steady, patient focus.
The fifth wipe is brutal. They’d been so close—phases one and two flawless, the room quiet except for the clack of keys and Keys’ calm instructions. Then the new mage, some kid from Australia, voice cracking with nerves, mistimes a spell and panics during the add phase and the adds overwhelm the group.
Keys lets out a soft sigh, barely audible. You see his shoulders drop for half a second.
Then he straightens.
“Hey, hey, no big deal,” he says gently into the mic, like he’s talking a friend down from a panic attack. “That was my fault—I should’ve called the add switch sooner. Riley, you did great, seriously. My first time during that phase was brutal, happens to the best of us. Let me break it down real quick for anyone who’s new: when the boss hits thirty percent, he spawns those ghouls. Don’t nuke them all at once—focus the ones near the tanks first, then burn the boss. We’ll use Bloodlust on the next pull right at the transition. You’ve all got this. I believe in every single one of you.”
Your heart does something stupid and melty. You lower your book completely now, watching him. He’s not just playing a game. He’s leading people—kids and adults from Germany, Brazil, California—who probably log on just to hear that calm, kind voice tell them they’re doing okay.
He talks them through the strategy again, patient as ever, translating the lingo without making anyone feel dumb. “Taunt swap means the other tank pulls aggro off me for five seconds so I can pop Lay on Hands if needed—yeah, exactly like that, good question, Sarah.”
They pull again.
This time the energy shifts. You can hear it in Keys’ voice—the quiet thrill building as the fight flows perfectly. “Beautiful cleanse, healers! That was clutch—keep that mana up, you’re gods among men. DPS, those numbers are gorgeous. Riley, perfect add control, buddy!”
The final phase hits. Keys’ chair creaks as he leans in, voice steady but edged with excitement. “Stay out of the green—good! I’m taunting—hold—hold—YES! Burn him! We’re doing it!”
The raid chat erupts. Keys whoops—actually whoops—throwing one fist in the air as the screen flashes victory gold. “We did it! Holy crap, you guys, that was incredible! First-time Lich King kill for half the raid—look at you!”
Laughter and cheers spill through his headphones. He laughs with them, bright and boyish, the kind of sound that makes you fall in love with him all over again.
Loot rolls pop up. Keys doesn’t even roll on the big pieces—he passes every time, congratulating the lucky winners instead. “Hell yeah, Sarah, that cloak is yours! Looks sick on a rogue. Luke, that axe—congrats, man, you earned it.”
Finally he leans back, stretching his arms overhead with a satisfied groan. “Alright, comrades, that was a legendary night. GG everyone. Good loot, even better company. I’m calling it—gotta go see my girl before she falls asleep on me. See you next Friday. Stay awesome.”
He mutes, pulls off the headset, and spins his chair toward the bed. His face is flushed with victory, eyes sparkling behind his glasses.
You set your book aside and open your arms. “My hero.”
Keys practically dives onto the mattress, careful not to squash you, and buries his face in your neck with a happy rumble. “We killed him,” he mumbles against your skin, voice still buzzing. “Five wipes and then—boom. Perfect execution. The new kid? Riley? He was so nervous but he nailed the last phase. I’m so proud of them.”
You kiss the top of his head, then his cheek, then his mouth—slow, proud kisses that taste like victory and cherry Gatorade. “You were amazing,” you whisper between them. “I heard you hyping everyone up. The way you talked that kid through it… you’re so kind, Keys. They’re lucky to have you.”
He blushes—actually blushes—and pulls you closer, one big arm wrapped around your waist as he launches into the play-by-play. “Okay so phase one, the val’kyr come down and you have to dodge the ice orbs—super chaotic but our healers were on fire. Then phase two—”
You let him talk, tracing lazy circles on his back while he relives every moment. His voice is warm and animated, the same one that reassured a whole raid of strangers just minutes ago. When he finally winds down, he presses a kiss to your temple.
“Breakfast in bed tomorrow,” he promises, already half-asleep against you. “Pancakes. With the chocolate chips you like. And extra bacon.”
You smile into his hair, heart full. “Wouldn’t miss it.”
Outside, the city hums on, but in here it’s just the two of you—your gentle giant of a paladin, glowing with raid-night joy, and the girl who gets to be the reason he logs off every Friday.
The next Friday doesn’t go the same way.
Seven wipes in and the raid voice chat feels heavier, like the air itself has thickened. The laughter is thinner, brittle. Pauses stretch longer between pulls. You can hear the focus starting to fray at the edges, even through Keys’ headset—voices a little flatter, a little less bright.
He’s still calm. Still kind. Still the steady heartbeat holding the group together. But you know him too well now. You catch the quiet disappointment tucked beneath every gentle word.
“Alright,” he says at last, voice warm but firm, the same tone he uses when he’s coaxing you out of a bad day. “I think we call it there tonight, comrades. No point burning everyone out. We’ll get him next week, I promise. You all did great—seriously. Great effort, great heart. Same time Friday?”
A tired chorus of goodnights filters through. A few weak laughs. Then one by one the little green squares blink offline.
Keys mutes, pulls off his headset a little slower this time. He runs a hand through his hair, exhaling softly, shoulders dropping like the weight of every failed pull just settled there.
You don’t say anything.
You just slide off the bed and pad over barefoot, the carpet warm under your feet. Your hands settle on his shoulders first—solid, familiar, a little tense—and then you lean down, pressing slow, soft kisses along the side of his neck, the curve of his shoulder, the edge of his collarbone where his shirt has slipped.
He melts instantly, a low, grateful sound rumbling in his chest.
“Hey,” he murmurs, quiet and a little raw, turning his head just enough to catch your eye. His fingers find your wrist, then gently tug, guiding you around until you’re sliding into his lap like it’s the most natural place in the world. His arms loop around your waist, holding you close.
You glance at the monitor. His paladin is still standing in the frozen silence of Icecrown Citadel, sword planted in the snow, glowing faintly like he’s waiting for a fight that isn’t coming.
Keys follows your gaze. A small, tired smile tugs at the corner of his mouth despite everything.
“You wanna make one?” he asks, voice soft.
You look back at him, curious. “Yeah.”
That’s all it takes.
He brightens instantly, the disappointment fading from his eyes like it was never there. He clicks through menus, pulls up the character creation screen. “Alright, okay. So you’ve got Alliance…” he starts, already slipping into that gentle explanation mode you love, the one he uses when he’s trying not to geek out too hard.
You scroll.
Humans. Dwarves. Night elves.
Your mouse drifts.
Horde.
Keys pauses.
“…or,” he adds, a little more cautiously, “you’ve got Horde.”
You click it.
He makes a small, strangled noise in the back of his throat.
You’re already flicking through the models, eyes lighting up as the silhouettes shift. Then you stop.
“Oh, this one!” you say, delighted. “She’s hot.”
Blood elf.
Keys leans back slightly, like you’ve just stabbed him in the heart. “Babe…”
You glance over your shoulder at him, completely unapologetic.
“They’re like…” he tries, gesturing vaguely at the screen, “the bad guys. Canonically. Horde. Blood elves. Sunwell. All of it.”
You pout. It’s not even dramatic—just a small, stubborn downturn of your lips, eyes soft and determined.
He lasts about three seconds.
“…okay,” he sighs, already clicking confirm. “Okay, fine. Horde it is.”
For the first time in his life, Keys creates a Horde character.
For you.
You fumble with the controls at first, laughing under your breath as your blood elf priest wobbles across the screen. The camera spins wildly once or twice. Keys huffs a quiet laugh against your shoulder, warm and fond, and settles his hands over yours to guide you.
“Okay, okay—W to move forward. Yeah, like that. Mouse to turn. No, not—wait, okay, you’ve got it.”
You giggle, leaning back into his chest as you finally get her moving in something resembling a straight line. Orgrimmar stretches out around you in warm reds and towering spiked towers—completely different from the cool blues and marble of his Alliance cities. It feels alive in a wild, chaotic way.
You wander aimlessly. Cheerfully. Running in little uneven circles around the auction house, nearly crashing into a vendor.
Keys lets you.
His chin rests lightly on your shoulder now, arms wrapped loosely around your waist, breath warm against your neck as he points things out in that soft, absent voice. “That’s the bank. Over there’s the flight master—don’t talk to the guards, they’ll… actually, yeah, just avoid them entirely.”
Half an hour slips away like nothing.
You’re still tucked in his lap, warm and comfortable, his hands occasionally nudging yours back on course when you drift too far. He should probably be explaining factions. Or why this is technically treason in the lore. Or at least pretending to be upset.
Instead he’s smiling into your shoulder, watching your little blood elf priest spin in delighted circles through the heart of enemy territory like it’s the most fascinating place in the world.
“…I’ve created a monster,” he murmurs, voice full of quiet, helpless affection.
You grin, not even looking back.
Dividers by the incredible @cursed-carmine as always <3
Hiii! Don’t know if you are still doing the ice cream shop thing but Can i please get bubble gum ice cream in a waffle cone topped with hot fudge.
Ⓣⓐⓚⓔ ⓐ Ⓑⓡⓔⓐⓚ - Walter "Keys" McKey
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𝒶/𝓃: Keys is one of my comfort characters I absolutely adore him. He's just a little cutie. If you want to join the taglist to be notified when I post, click the link above and fill out the quick google form to be added!
🅒🅞🅝🅣🅔🅝🅣 🅦🅐🅡🅝🅘🅝🅖 Smut, p in v, soft, pretty vanilla, extremely soft, lovemaking, lingerie, unprotected sex
You notice your boyfriend has been working extra long lately. You decide to buy something new to encourage him to take a break and relax. .
𝒲𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒞𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉: 3.1𝓀
Keys is a workaholic. I love him to death but it’s something I’ve known since the beginning of our relationship. He’ll hole himself in his room and work on his projects for hours on end. He won’t eat, sleep, or shower at times.
Lately his boss has been on his back. It’s worse than usual. I find myself having to remind him to do basic human necessities.
I feel bad. He’s told me how intense Antwon can be and I wish there was something I could do to help him. Lately I’ve just been cooking for him and making sure he eats while he works.
He hasn’t left his room in days. His eyes have been glued to his computer screen. He’s been answering me in short one word answers. He’s been agitated at small things, the ones that never bothered him before.
He needs a break.
I remember how he was before he started working for Antwon. He smiled more and had more free time. Now, it feels like it’s all he does.
I know there’s a part of him that misses working for himself and designing his own games. The pay might be better where he is now, but his happiness isn’t.
“Millie, I don’t know what to do anymore. He’s been so stressed out lately.” I vent to the girl sitting across from me in the food court.
Millie just so happened to be Key’s and I’s best friend. She knows him almost as well as I do. We all grew up together. It’s been us three against the world as long as I can remember.
Millie was the reason Keys and I started dating in the first place. We had both told her about our hopeless crushes a couple years ago and she was determined to set us up. She did so under the false pretense of a blind date. We had no idea it would be with each other.
Millie’s lips form into a pout, something she does when she’s thinking. It makes her look even more focused than she already is. It’s always come so effortless to her. The way her hair is pulled back screams “I just got done working and need a break.”
“Have you tried maybe, distracting him? I mean, I know how he can get but it’s worth a shot right?” She suggests.
I try to stifle the laugh that rips through my body. He was not easy to distract. When Keys puts his focus on something, his focus stays on it.
“He isn’t distractible. Come on, you know that.” I reason.
It’s her turn to laugh. She nods at my statement, acknowledging how stubborn Keys can be when he’s deep in a project.
“You know, we’re at the mall. They have a Victoria's Secret.” She suggests.
My eyes widen in shock. She says this so casually. Like it has nothing to do with my sex life. I shake my head, a grin starting to form.
“Millie, are you suggesting…” I trail off.
She just nods. There’s a sly look on her face. She pops her last pretzel bite in between her smirk.
“I absolutely am. It’s worth a shot. Plus sex is like a stress reliever. You’d be doing him a huge favor. Get his mind off of his computer and onto you.”
I don’t find any room to argue with her logic. She’s completely right. The last time Keys and I have had any intimacy was two weeks ago. Before this whole Free City project started.
“I mean, it would be nice to maybe have some fun again.” My words come out quiet and reserved.
My response is a lot more timid than I had thought it would be. Sure Millie and I talk about that sort of thing. But not all the time. Her more than me. It feels a little bit different when your boyfriend is in the friend group.
“Okay then lets go.” She says, already standing up and reaching for my hand.
Millie drags me through the large hallways, passing store after store. We’re on a mission. There’s no time to stop anywhere else.
Okay, maybe there is.
Millie pauses outside of the Sephora. She turns to me with a plotting look. It’s one that I know very well.
“Millie-”
She gives me a look. The look. The one that tells me not to argue and to go along with it.
“I can doll you up like I did for your guys first few dates.” She suggests.
A reluctant “yes” tumbles its way out from behind my closed lips.
She smiles with delight and drags me in.
We spend almost an hour in the makeup store. She’s looking for the right eyeliner, the perfect foundation, the right blush. She says it’s to make my cheeks pop more. She says that a certain eyeshadow will bring out the color in my eyes just a little bit better than the rest.
I take everything she says in. I trust her judgement, She hasn't done me wrong thus far.
Finally, we make it to Victoria's Secret. She immediately starts grabbing sets and piling them into her arms.
She holds up a light blue one. His favorite color. I find myself smiling for the first time since we’ve started our little spree. It’s perfect.
It has light green and baby pink floral decals on the sides and breasts. It falls perfectly into a babydoll style, the mesh leaves little to the imagination.
“Go try it on.” She says.
Her command leaves no room for argument.
I take the fabric from her hands and walk to the dressing room to try it on. Millie follows closely behind me and we enter the small room together. She turns her back to me for privacy.
I watch her reach up on the wall to grab something and she tosses it over her shoulder at me. It hits me in the face and I let out a surprised squeal.
“What was that?” I shoot.
“It’s one of those paper underwear things for try on.”
I just roll my eyes before slipping off my clothing and into the lingerie.
-
It took Millie three hours to do my makeup to perfection and style my hair into perfect curls. I’m still getting used to the lashes she applied. When I look up, they tickle my brow bone. It’s an odd feeling.
I unlock the door to Keys’ and I’s home, sneaking past the office door.
“Is that you?” He calls out.
I cringe immediately. A small wave of panic sets over me.
“Yeah, I’m home.” I say.
I hide against the wall of the kitchen praying he doesn’t come out. Knowing my luck, this will be the one time he does. I clutch the bag with the newly bought lingerie to my chest.
“I’m just in my office, come say hi.” He asks.
I think of what to say next. My heart hammers against my ribcage. I pray he doesn’t come out and see me before I’m ready.
“I’m going to go lay down.” I lie.
He buys it.
“Okay, I’ll come in a little bit. I’m almost done with this project.”
I smile knowing I have time. If he’s waiting until he’s done with his project, I have hours. All I need now is just a few minutes.
I have to change into the new set, and climb onto the bed.
I break into a half run, eager to get into the light blue lingerie. Keys deserves a break and I’m ready to give him one. He especially deserves something that will help ease some of the stress he’s been carrying.
I chew on the inside of my cheek as I walk through the doorway to the bedroom. I can’t help but feel slightly nervous.
What if he hates it?
I try to shake the thought from my mind. Of course he won’t.
We’ve always been a little more vanilla in the bedroom. We don’t explore too much. We know what we like and what makes the other feel good and stick to it most of the time.
Sure we’ve tried handcuffs and some light spanking and enjoyed it. What couple hasn’t?
The one other time I’ve worn anything like this for him, he loved it. He had looked at me as if his eyes were about to pop out of his head. There’s no reason he won’t like it now.
My hands tremble as I pull the light blue mesh out of the bag. It isn't that Keys and I don’t have sex. We do. It’s just been a while. Since he’s gotten so wrapped up in this project.
I slip the panties on first before sliding the babydoll dress over my head. I discard the bag, placing it under the bed.
I sigh and climb onto the bed settling into a position on my back and propping myself up on my elbows.
“Keys!” I call out.
No response.
“Keys! Honey?” I try again.
This time he answers my call for him. His voice pierces through the silent hallways.
“Yeah? What is it?”
This is it.
“Can you come to the bedroom? I need your help with something.”
There’s a pause. A small beat before he answers.
“What is it?”
I groan. There’s no way he’s this absorbed in his work. He can’t just take-
I hear the unmistakable sound of his chair rolling away from the desk. His feet pad across the floor. I listen closely as I hear them approach the door. He opens it.
His jaw falls to the floor as he looks at me.
“I umm, so what did you need help with?” He asks.
His cheeks tint pink. He’s flustered. He’s looking around the room letting his eyes fall on anything except for me. Anytime we try something a little different in the bedroom, he gets nervous. He was never adventurous before me.
“Come here.” I coo.
His eyes finally meet mine. His pupils are blown and cheeks are flushed red. He’s finally looking at me.
“You did all this for me?” The surprise in his voice is evident.
I pull my lip between my teeth and nod. He walks closer, his movements are slow. Almost unsure.
“Take a break for a bit Keys.” I beg him.
I watch his adam’s apple bob as he swallows. His knees meet the bed first and the mattress dips beneath his weight. He takes his sweet time as he crawls over me.
“I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?” He asks.
I smile at him, feigning innocence to the best of my ability.I bat my false lashes at him and watch as his chest heaves with uneven breaths. He hesitates for a moment before resuming his actions and his resolve crumbles.
He climbs over me, hovering there. His hand presses into the bed by my side. His gaze is hot and heavy as it rakes over my body. I find myself enjoying the control I hold over him.
He leans in just enough for me to feel his warm breath ghost my cheek. He removes his glasses, setting them carefully on the bedside table.
“Are you alright?” I ask him.
His gaze meets mine again and he almost looks unsure.
“You did all of this for me?” He repeats his earlier words.
“Yeah I did. You needed a break and maybe a little stress reliever.” I admit.
The look in his eyes changes to one of pure adoration. He leans in just enough for his lips to brush against mine. The contact sends sparks flying through my body.
He lowers himself so that his chest grazes mine. The heat of his body floating above me seeps through the thin material that covers me.
“I love you so much.” He murmurs against my lips.
My hand comes up to cradle his jaw, slowly pulling him closer. My movements are slow and deliberate. I’m not rushing anything, God knows Keys needs time away from his computer.
He kisses me back, matching the pace. Something in my chest tightens at the way our lips slot together like two pieces of a puzzle clicking into place. The only sound that can be heard is the quiet smacking of lips.
The moment is tender. He kisses me like he means in, slow and unhurried. His lips move warm and sure against mine. There’s so much being said even if no words are spoken. It’s a mutual understanding between the two of us. A silent “I have you.”
His hand moves under the lingerie to caress my side. His touch is feather light and leaves a trail of fire in its wake. His fingers splay against my skin. The heat of his body makes me shiver.
He pulls away from our kiss to pepper kisses along my jaw.
“I want you to keep this on.” He mutters in between kisses.
The only sound that escapes me is a strangled noise of agreement. It seems to encourage him further. He takes the skin of my neck between his teeth. It’s not enough to leave marks, just enough to tease.
My breath catches in my throat as he kisses over the sweet spot just below my ear. I feel him smile against me, the corner of his lips tugging into a grin.
“Keys don’t be a tease.” I pant.
He chuckles. I feel the vibrations as he does.
“I’m just taking my time while I have you like this. You’re so beautiful.” He coos.
He pulls back to look at me and I let my hands tangle in hair, holding him there. I keep my eyes locked on his for a while, enjoying the intimacy. My favorite part about sex with Keys is that it’s never just about the sex.
“I love you Walter.”
He shoots me a playful glare. It’s one that I see right through. He only gives me that look when he’s holding back a laugh.
“I love you too. So much.”
My heart swells. It beats in an unsteady rhythm wrapped up in love and care.
He dives back into my neck, his hands brushing higher up on my body. They give gentle squeezes as they go. My fingers tighten in his hair as I let him work. Quiet moans fall from my lips.
He cups my breasts with a gentle pressure. He takes his time making sure he doesn’t leave any part of me untouched.
His hands slide down, this time to where the matching panties clothe my most sensitive areas. His fingers skim my clothed heat and I clench around nothing. I whine, desperate to feel more.
My hips roll into his hand seeking friction. He brushes over my clit this time.
“Fuck, Keys please baby.” I beg.
Keys doesn’t answer me with words. He hikes up the lingerie skirt and trails kisses to the valley of my breasts where the material parts. His fingers hook into the elastic of the band and tug the panties down to my thighs. He moves his body to rest between my legs before taking the panties into his mouth.
He pulls them down with his teeth and a guttural moan escapes. It might be the hottest thing he’s ever done. I watch as he gains confidence, leaning back on his knees to make a show of taking his shirt off. I can’t help the blush that spreads to my cheeks.
His fingers fly over the button of his jeans in a hurry to remove the barrier between the two of us. He pulls them down along with his boxers.
“Can’t make my pretty girl wait too long.”
He places quick gentle kisses to my thighs before coming back up.
“Condom?” He asks.
He rubs his tip between my folds, teasing me. I’m already painfully wet. My hips buck into his.
“I need you right now.” I plead.
He pushes in slowly, just the tip, before pulling back out. I whimper at the loss of contact. My hands fly to his biceps, holding onto them like a lifeline. My head dizzies at his movements.
He pushes back in slowly, all the way this time. We both gasp as he bottoms out, burning himself deep inside me. He stills for a moment, giving me a chance to adjust. He stays like this for a while as we both enjoy the intimacy of the act.
When he begins to move, it comes in slow, steady rocks. His hips meet mine in tender movements. His strokes are long, pulling all the way out before he pushes himself back in. There’s nothing rushed about the way he moves.
His hand cups my cheek, tilting my head to look at him. He rests his forehead against mine and presses a kiss to my nose. My eyes shine with devotion.
He shifts the angle of his hips to hit my g spot, a tear rolls down my cheek. He wipes it immediately and kisses the spot where it fell before placing his forehead back on mine.
“I’ve got you baby.” He whispers.
His lips meet mine in something that can only be described as warmth and certainty. Like he’d choose me over and over again no matter what. My heart flutters at the softness.
He picks up his pace ever so slightly, a sheen of sweat forms over him. My hands stick to his skin as they move to his back. My nails dig in with a light pressure earning me a moan.
“I’m close.” He whines against my lips.
His words come out in pants.
“Me too.” I whisper.
He kisses me with a deep passion. It’s the kind of love that runs through your bloodstream and takes over your entire being.
His hand moves to rub steady circles over my clit. The stimulation causes my walls to clench around him. He whimpers in my grip and I feel him twitch inside me.
“I love you honey.” He pants.
A low sound rumbles through his chest as he twitches again. I feel his hot cum coat my walls and my release follows. I tip over the edge before I fully realize I’m there. Keys sinks down to hold me tighter against him as I tremble underneath his form.
He rolls beside me, keeping me in his arms. He helps me out of the lingerie top before pulling my body flush against him.
“I guess I could take a break for a little longer if you stay and cuddle.” He murmurs against my hair.
I watch as his eyelids flutter closed, the sleepless nights and work stress finally catching up to him. I watch him for a moment, memorizing each mole that decorates his skin before my eyelids droop with exhaustion.
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