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omkookie · 7 months

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[Good boys cum. / Keith Howell]

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Smut. Some light bondage, riding, oral (F and M), cunnilingus, collaring, begging, unprotected sex. pet names: Good boy. // Fem!Dom

You tighten the soft rope around his wrists, making sure to secure it to the bed so that he can’t break free. Keith looks at you with awe, an embarrassed blush coating his cheeks. He pays close attention to how you tie the rest of the rope, and makes a mental note to learn some knots in the future so that maybe he could tie you up too. His face reddens, an even deeper blush adorning his cheeks as he realizes how perverted that thought was. Just why did he think of tying you up?! That was so inappropriate… Plus, why would you even want or trust someone like him to tie you up…

Your hand brushes against his thigh, startling him out of his thoughts, and making him let out a surprised yelp. “Do you like it?” You asked him, admiring your ropework. Keith looks down at the ropes, admiring the way that you tied them. “Yeah… It looks very well done.” He says, smiling at the end.

“That’s good!” You clasp your hands together, trying to decide what you’ll do now that you’ve tied him. “Hmm…” You ponder, thinking up everything that you can do and weighing out your options.

You decide to tease him for the time being, and run your hands along his body.

Keith sighs, feeling your hand run over his arm before you squeeze his bicep. He looks at you impatiently, wondering when you were really going to start touching him.

You lightly tug on his collar, and he visibly trembles when your hand glides over his abdomen. You leave a chaste kiss on his inner thigh, sucking a small red mark on it. “Please do something.” Keith whines, getting frustrated by how you were touching him so little, avoiding the place where he wanted you to touch him the most.

“Like what?” You asked, playing dumb.

“Like…” His voice trails off unsure, and he gulps anxiously.

“Touch me more.” He demands, “I’m already touching you, aren’t I?” You teased him, enjoying the tormented look on his face as he averted his eyes. “Yeah but…”

“I want you to actually touch me.” He admits, ignoring the shame that was bubbling in his chest, as he was sure that the other Keith would later make fun of him for not being able to say what he wants.

“Like this?” You hum, your hand running over his cock. Keith stiffens, his legs trembling at your touch as you stroked his cock. “Yeah…” he whispers. Your fingers wrap around his cock's base securely, and you stroke it once, leaning down to give it a teasing lick before continuing to pump it.

“Oh, yeah.. like that.” Keith groans, his hips rocking up to grind against your hand. “I didn’t think you could move this much.” You comment, somewhat surprised by the fact that he’s not entirely strapped down to the bed. Though, you didn’t really tie his legs down so that he couldn’t move.

“Oh, Sorry! Was I supposed to be unable to move this much?” Keith asks in a frenzy, “If you want, then I won’t move at all-”

“Ah, No. It’s okay.” You quickly cut him off, not wanting to hear him become nervous. Your hand pumps his cock, and Keith’s head falls back against the pillow blissfully. He moans as you squeeze his cock, his breath hitching in his throat as he feels himself getting closer to climax.

“Ah..” He moans as you pick up the pace, stroking his cock faster and rubbing its head. “Oh, fuck.” He curses under his breath, feeling hot. He was so close to cumming just by your hand alone. He feels embarrassed all over again.

"Ahh…" Keith cries out, tugging on his restraints when you squeeze his balls out of the blue. "Don't do that" He whines, "I'll cum too fast… guys are supposed to last long" The last bit of his sentence makes you chuckle.

Just a few strokes more and his hips are shaking, his cock throbbing in your hand as his groans get louder, and you rub his frenulum. "Don't be shy, Keith." You tell him, watching him writhe under you. "Good boys cum" You whispered in his ear.

You jerk him off faster, deliberately applying more pressure to his cock with some of your strokes until you feel his hips shake, and he thrusts up into your palm, your name spilling from his lips. His cock cums onto your hand and makes a mess out of your fingers, throbbing as Keith's whole body gets hot, making him break into a sweat until he feels the tension in his muscles fade, and his body slowly going pleasantly limp. Keith trembles, trying to get away from your touch as you continue to stroke his sensitive cock through the waves of his climax.

“Ah, fuck..” Keith rasps out, his eyes getting teary. He can't take any more, and the stimulation was too much.

You press a kiss against his lips to shush him, and he moans as your tongue slides past his lips to tangle with his. You suck on his tongue lightly, and Keith feels like he's losing his mind.

You get on top of him, straddling his hips. “It’s really hot though, isn’t it? I can do whatever I want with you since you can’t move~” Your voice rings through the otherwise quiet room smoothly. "Mm… please wait." He begs you, and you oblige. You don't touch his oversensitive cock for the time being. You stroke his chest, admiring how the muscles on there flex when Keith is nervous.

You kiss his neck, leaving some open-mouthed kisses down to his shoulder. Keith's half lidded eyes stare up at the ceiling blankly, his mind still fuzzy because of his release.

“Keith. Do you want to use that pretty mouth of yours to please me?” Running your fingers through his hair you asked him. He makes a confused face before he looks at you, His eyes lighting up at the suggestion as if seemingly realizing what you were on about. “Of course.” He says under his breath, licking his dry lips.

“Good…” You carefully get over him, straddling his face with your thighs pressing flush against his cheeks.

Keith licks your wet pussy, his tongue siding through your folds and parting them before it swirls around and gradually shoves itself into your slit. He gives your clit special attention, sucking, licking and occasionally gently nipping it. Overall, enjoying eating you out as your thighs tremble over his face.

It doesn’t take too long for your thighs to squeeze around his head, and your fingers moving to get you to cum faster. Keith stimulates your clit even through your orgasm, and as your hips rock against his face he moans.

You give Keith's collar a little curious tug after riding out your high on his face, "Is it okay to continue now?" You ask after giving him a break for a few minutes. He nods his head in approval, and you pet his hair, your fingers brushing his messy bangs away from his eyes.

You position Keith’s cock at your pussy before you slide onto it, slowly.

Keith’s eyes look up at you with affection, and he murmurs a quiet “I love you.” When you fully take his cock in. “I love you too.” you rasp out, your fingers gripping his shoulders to steady yourself. You rock your hips against his, making him moan rather loudly, and Keith bites his lip to stifle his moans.

“Don’t hold back, let me hear your voice.” You tell him breathlessly while slamming your hips down against his.

“It’s too embarrassing…” He admits shyly, closing his eyes.

“Keith.” You say his name sternly and stop moving, your fingers tipping his chin up so that he looks into your eyes. Keith stares at you in somewhat of a daze, his hips rocking up to thrust into you because of your pause in movement. “Nuh-uh” You say warningly, “If you try moving then i’ll get off.”

He goes silent, then lets out a quiet sigh, his face burning with embarrassment. “Okay, fine. I won’t hold my voice in so please keep moving.” He pleads.

“Good. Good boy.” You praise him. You start moving your hips again, gently rocking them onto his before you roll them, getting him to hit a deep angle within you.

Keith groans, feeling your pussy squeeze around him. “Please go faster.” He begs.

“Fuck, okay.” You rasped out, your hips slamming against his in a rough manner. He moans your name and tries moving his arms towards you to hold you, but his wrists are tightly bound by ropes.

“Mmm..” he groans, Realizing that his arms can’t move. He feels frustrated that he can’t hold you. He wants to wrap his arms around you and hug you tightly. Heck, he wants to reach up and cup your breasts while you ride him.

“Keith.” You moan his name, your fingers gripping his shoulders tightly. His half lidded eyes squint lustfully at you when he hears his name fall out of your lips.

You continue to ride him, your hips rolling into his and bringing him closer to the edge once again. You reach down to rub your clit, and Keith can’t keep his eyes away from your hand, watching how your fingers rub you and get you off. It was so fucking hot to see.

“Ah~ Keith.” You mewl, your hand reaching to pin down his bound wrists.

“Hah… Please…” He whispers needily, “Please-.”

“Untie me… I want to touch you.” He whines.

“Sorry…” You chuckle, clearly not going to untie him. Keith pouts, his frustration making itself evident by the desperate expression on his face.

You tug on his collar, purposely pulling him up for a kiss by it. Keith sighs into the kiss, and you push him back down on the bed. You slow down, your fingers more focused on getting you off now while you ride him, and he mewls, his hips thrusting up into you from underneath.

“Ke..ith…” you mutter his name along with a few curses and I love you’s as you again reach your high, the knot in your abdomen coming undone and heat finally escaping your body. You feel a sweet numbness as the pressure you felt earlier finally dissipated and you’re left feeling tingly. For the most part, your body goes numb as your pussy spasms around Keith, and he takes in a frustrated breath as he feels the need for more- more stimulation. He wanted to cum again so bad… he was practically ready to beg you for it.

"This is going to be a long night." You murmur, your eyes fixating on Keith's needy face.

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twistedbloodstain · 1 year

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keith toshko x reader: and you feel like home. | what’s love for us?

plot: the one where keith meets the one.

warnings: grumpy! reader, sensitive language (just cursing yall), pining from keith, himself and there’s no happy ending. (ambiguous)

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keith watches her.

a sweet melody produced from the violin and the bow echoes from the cavernous hall. she sat on a monoblock chair as she played the tune printed on the sheet paper. fur elise dances through his ears as he stands on the second floor, mesmerized with her movements. her eyes were shut, but her hands were focused on the instrument on her hands, as if she and the object were one.

he watches her in admiration. he always enjoyed watching people play their thing, there was always a certain aura that passionate musicians bring whenever they were in their element. this was no different, he could feel the devotion radiating through the place as you played.

her posture was stiff and composed, like her grip on the musical instrument, her hands gripped the instrument almost too tightly as if it was bound to her like chains. but there was lovely passion it emitted, like the violin was her lifeline. she was focused, extremely focused. right now, no one could deter her from playing.

as the music slowly comes to an end, she flutters her eyes open and her shoulders relax. she gets up on her feet and reaches for her case slinged on the chair to delicately place the violin back to its proper space when unused, keith feels tempted to clap and applaud for her piece because indeed, it was beautiful but he was afraid he might come off as a creep stalking on you.

he was already awkward to talk to, fumbling and rambling his words and often saying the wrong things or being excessively blunt with who he was speaking to, it was all unintentional but if that wasn’t enough it would be really bad if he came across as another dude ogling at a girl from the second floor, primarily as it doesn’t leave a good impression when initiating conversation.

he’s supposed to leave but he can’t. there’s a pull in him that wants to converse with her even if he’s not really good with it, he can at least try. he always welcomed an exchange of a fellow musician’s words and talent. but he contemplated wondering how would he even approach her or what words he’d say to her that wouldn’t lead to an unpleasant strain floating through the air.

silence always meant neutrality. not in his case though, silence often deepened the grave of awkwardness, making him contemplate to himself with the next set of words he would say but only for the person he’s addressing to completely lose interest and cough up an excuse to leave.

keith knows how to converse, there are several people who are proof of that excluding his family. he has spoken comfortably and smoothly with strangers that sometimes lead to intriguing conversations, it’s just that when it comes to speaking with him. you need to be patient, to hear and listen to what he has to say. the people who lost interest when speaking to him were often straightforward people who rolled their eyes at his rambling which only makes him ramble even more, when he visibly sees their annoyance.

nevertheless,he does know his worth as a person. he knows that if they’re not interested with what he has to say then they’re not worth hearing it. but with you he might be willing to make an exception,he really wants to speak with you.

he decides to just wave at her when she turns around. simple. then maybe he can catch up on her at the exit, foolproof.

he feels like a wildlife photographer attempting to take a picture with a deer, except it’s a trap of conversation with little to no chances of failing.

his plan makes him smile, glad that somehow he might not fuck up his first impression with you but fate seems to always have it out for him, whenever he has a chance to do something simple in his life some inevitable force out there comes back to throttle his neck and ruin everything.

because before he can make the friendly gesture you’ve already turned around to face the sea of chairs and him on the terrace of the second floor. your face is slightly astounded from the sight of him, likely confused why he was watching you, staring at him hardly with a firm curiosity in your eyes.

for a moment keith panics and freezes from your stare, you don’t seem pleased to see him. out of dismay, keith suddenly raises his hand and waves, too eagerly.

you blink at him and raise your eyebrows then just gaze at him. like really hard, your frown deepens at his gesture, still frozen on your spot with bow and violin on hand. your frozen state is nothing out of shock though, not like a deer in headlights but something like a lion awakened from slumber in their cave.

as if that wasn’t making him more nervous than he already is, the worst thing is you made no friendly gesture to reciprocate his wave and he realizes that it basically cemented that his presence was unwanted by you.

he flinches on the inside and slowly backs away, he can feel your eyes wander on him as he disappears.

he stumbles through the rows of books in deep thought, searching for the specific textbook his friend asked him to fetch. he was already looking for it for the past thirty minutes, he began to doubt the sharp memory of the librarian since she mentioned that it would be easy to find. she’d told him that he’d find it nearly five rows behind, every row looking more and more ancient than his own grandparents.

as he trudged through, he couldn’t help but reminisce of what happened earlier. annoyance and shame filling his veins as he remembers the details of the short encounter.

idiot, of course she didn’t like that. why the hell would she wave back at a stranger? he muses to himself.

he realizes that maybe that approach didn’t seem as friendly as he'd envisioned in his head. perhaps, he should’ve done that somewhere closer so you wouldn’t immediately shut down his approach. your silence was quiet but it spoke volumes, there were always things that even words cannot do justice.

he checks the titles in the spines of the previous books he saw, maybe he missed it and he was already wasting his time. it’s not like he was in a rush, after all today was some sort of a self imposed day off. right now, he has all the time in the world. however the current shame he possessed right now made the day feel longer than it should be and the desire to hide himself in his room and sleep off the shame was tempting.

he hears the voices of students chatting about certain academic tasks or homeworks a terror professor had assigned and the footfalls of exhausted learners as they searched for a book containing a piece of information that the internet doesn’t offer. looks near impossible, but the chances are low but never zero.

he senses someone enter the aisle between the two rows of books, he doesn’t look back, probably another stressed out and sleep deprived college student that wants to drop out. he feels the individual walk past behind him, he focuses back to the books lined up on the shelf, double checking if he missed the proper textbook he was looking for.

he hears someone clear their throat.

he ignores it and focuses on the books.

dry throat, probably. likely, not trying to get his attention.

someone clears their throat again.

this time, he uninterestedly spares a quick glance to the source of that sound then returns to the textbooks.

wait.

holy shit.

he hastily snaps his gaze back up.

god, it’s you.

no. not like god from heaven.

but you. the one playing the violin earlier.

you stand several paces before him, with a strap across your torso, your violin case strapped behind your back out of his sight. your face is stern and unreadable, your hands clasped together in a composed structure.

his eyes widen and the hold he has with the books slowly weakens, almost dropping one of them on the floor. it’s not until he reminds himself that earlier he’d embarrassed himself to you and that cannot happen again. he won’t afford looking like a fool to you for the second time, once is a coincidence and twice is an insult.

his jaw slightly drops from shock and confusion, he blinks a few times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating you because that would make it even worse and more embarrassing for him.

“hi.” he breaks the silence, slowly waving his hand to you for the second time that day.

you don’t return the gesture or verbalize a reply, for a second keith wonders if he actually conjured you out of thin air because of his shame with how quiet and still you are. which would be even weirder if he saw it as an opportunity to redeem himself, still unsure with the fact if you are standing in front of him right now.

“who are you?” you finally sternly ask, although not a greeting keith is glad that you’re actually speaking to him and he didn’t hallucinate you being here.

“i’m..keith.” he hesitantly replies at the strictness evident in your tone. as a friendly gesture he extends his hand for a polite handshake, you carefully eye his movement and stare at his hand then back at his face.

“..okay.” you mutter slightly in confusion, “you from here?” you question him, the strict tone maintained in your voice.

“um, no actually. i used to go here but..it was years ago.” he meekly replies ending with a chuckle to lighten the mood. your face slightly squints from that piece of information. he deduces that you are not currently studying here as well, maybe a college graduate just like him or a teacher. you didn’t seem too young to be fresh out of school or sleep deprived like most college students are.

in fact, you were confident, in a quiet sense. anyone could read that with the way you carried yourself. the effect that you carry was an accomplished and determined aura that radiated strong enough to momentarily stun everyone in the room and enough to catch someone’s pair of eyes and intimidate if you were to speak to them.

the polished and elegant impact you have oozes through every patch of skin you wield, it numbs him as well. your aura demanded the utmost attention like it was speaking to a god.

“that so? what are you doing here?” you follow up. keith starts to feel he’s being interrogated for information, he doesn’t know what goal you're aiming at but he’s happy to comply.

“just visiting with a friend.” he replies.

“i mean, what were you doing in the theater room?” you clear up, accentuating every word with intimidation as your voice hardens, you raise your eyebrow at him with your arms crossed.

you were definitely not making friendly conversation.

“i was just watching..you play.” he mutters softly, that isn’t something he’s proud of but it’s the truth. there wasn’t wrong with that, he hadn’t done anything wrong. it felt like being stabbed when you already didn’t look pleased to see him watching you play in the theater, any brunt of your irritation would definitely feel like twisting the knife.

“and?” you follow up.

“you played really great, to be honest.” he smiles as he compliments you. a sweet compliment for a pretty girl.

…get it together keith, he reminds himself.

“there.” you harshly point out, your voice slightly rising. keith’s eyes widened once again, with the burst of tone emitting from that single word. this makes him frown as the intended effect for that compliment gave an undesired result.

“what?” he asks out of confusion.

“you were watching me play. you said it yourself.” you assert to him.

“i was…i was watching you play fur elise. something wrong with that?” he repeats once again, still not catching your drift.

“oh? don’t play dumb with me. i know your fucking game, are you one of irene’s new toys for this month? you were spying on me for that good for nothing bitch!” you mercilessly yammer at him, this takes him off guard. shock and confusion envelops his senses as you quickly spit out your bitterness at him.

the deer didn’t fall into the trap and shot him instead.

why in the world were you accusing him of something deplorable? at least to you it seems, he doesn’t even know anyone named irene, much less spying for someone? completely absurd, you were borderline insane.

he always had this inside joke with himself where most violinists are insane overachievers, always seeking to please the almost high to perfect standards of their parents which lead them to seek and mold perfection into everything as they grow into their life. like the instrument, violins require a strict precision of understanding and time to master to achieve perfection, and like their parents they’ll need to hit the right tune to make their parents play the sweet sound of validation.

everything in their life from their image and daily routine must be flawless and according to their will. a single disruption that occurs to them completely throws them off track breaking down their walls revealing their uncontrolled anger.

anger for what he could not tell. but right now he could tell you might fit into that stereotype.

“hey-hey. i don’t know anyone named irene, i have no idea what you’re talking about.” he clears up as he explains to you and raises one of his hands.

“don’t fucking lie to me.” you retort in anger.

“miss. i don’t know what you’re talking about, i watched you because you did great. i did nothing wrong and i’m not lying to you.” he defends himself, at the end he couldn’t help but laugh. clearly, there’s nothing funny about invoking rage from someone but he laughed and honestly he shouldn’t have.

“are you laughing at me?!” your voice slightly raises, full of anger and fury. bad move, christ there’s literally a saying hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

“i’m-i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to, but i’m telling you the truth.” he shuts his laugh down and reassures you.

you stare at him and scoff. you eye him from top to bottom, your arms still folded on your chest. you turn away from him and walk away.

that went worse than earlier.

keith’s hand slowly shakes as he raises the glass of water to his lips, he takes a short sip of the water before delicately placing it back down. a friend inquires how he was and his current agendas in life, he politely answers a little more carefully with his words than he usually replies, his friend notices and laughs at this raising his eyebrow in a teasing suspicious manner, his eyes darting then nudging his head to the person to his right.

he hopes you don’t look at his friend. please don’t.

you were currently sitting across from him, knife and fork on hand as you nibbled away on your dinner, momentarily lifting your gaze at him. probably scrutinizing him as he sat across from the dinner table.

this was unexpected.

he couldn’t forget how wide your eyes went when you entered the dining room and saw him sitting beside your brother,

what were the chances of him eating dinner in your brother’s house? the chances of eating the dinner you and your brother made?

little…very little.

yet it’s happened.

fate really has it out for him.

earlier he was merely watching you play from yards and one floor away, you had him mesmerized and amazed with your musical talent, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you even during the talk in the library.

you were even more magnificent to see up close with only a few meters away from him, albeit the exchange ended rather unpleasant but he feels like it’s something to be thankful for, maybe it’s your aura or words that have a magnetic pull on him to keep his attention focused on you and you only.

or maybe because he finds you really intriguing.

or maybe he’s festering a little crush on you.

whatever.

now you are at least half a meter away from him and he can’t bear to look upon you. he wants to look up, so badly. but whenever he sneaked a glance , his sight was greeted with a mouth turned into a frown and eyes full of judgment, it made him hastily drop his gaze back onto the plate of food in front of him.

you, your brother and another friend of his were seated by the table, it had been lively at first. intoxicating stories and diatribes filled the room that made him forget the awkward encounter he had earlier. it felt good to talk and listen with them. he got to know about the current stuff in their life and it was nice to catch up with them. it was nice to air out thoughts he felt during tight situations that he often shoved down into the back of his head.

he began to tell them about his encounter with a girl earlier, when a click of the door creaked through the hall. the voices in the dining room began to stop, the brother called someone into the living room but no reply indicated a presence aside from the sound of entry and the thudding footsteps clicking on the floor.

he knew that his friend had family currently living in the house, he was slightly pleased with the thought of meeting the anonymous member since his friend had spoken highly of them. he often guessed it might be a sibling or cousin but no further detail was given due to how sacred you saw privacy was to you, to recount his friend’s words he said,

“i can’t tell you more than that, we’re related but they’re insanely private. like obsessed with it, they don’t want anyone to know about them unless they had met you firsthand but you’re meeting them tonight. think you’ll like them the most keith.” he says with a smile at the end.

who was to doubt that? he liked that friend very much and if this privacy obsessed mysterious person was someone he would’ve liked then it shouldn’t be a problem.

he had this vision that this stranger might be a welcoming and sweet person that would be easy to get along with, like his friend. he expected someone shy and anxious like most privacy obsessed people are. people, who are frightful of people getting to know them so hopefully it wouldn’t feel forced and still he was eager to meet said person.

but then you went through the door and broke his fantasy.

he feels his heart drop and his throat go dry.

your feet stay stationary by the entrance of the dining room, the voices of his peers slowly tuning out his ears as dread and shame sinks into his gut. your eyes filled with curiosity and sternness. once again his presence was unwelcome to you.

your right hand clasps your left wrist as you redirect your attention to his friend who is making his way to you. the formal stature you’ve reformed yourself to, soon cracked as his friend greets you to a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

oh god. had he been crushing on a friend’s girlfriend? he panics.

of course you had a boyfriend, even he was smitten with you before he even spoke a word to you. he wasn’t the only one attracted to the way you carry yourself, the way you spoke and the way you played. it had left his mind as the unexpected interactions with you jumped into his face.

his friend places his hand on your shoulder, further cementing his assumption that you two were together, until his friend speaks.

“boys, this is my lovely sister.” he cheerily introduces, “that’s james and that’s keith.” he adds, gesturing to the both of them.

his friend that remained sat on the chair, james greeted you and waved as you turned your gaze at him, when it was his turn he couldn’t help but force a tight smile for you, gripping the cutlery from discomfort.

he waits for you to speak as you take them in.

he doesn’t know what to expect from you. he doesn’t know what you were going to say.

he slightly expects you to call him out as the guy earlier in the theater and in the library. he expects you to confront him and maybe…just maybe kick him out of the house.

“i don’t think you’ve ever mentioned them to me.” you utter out.

he exhales.

okay, maybe he can salvage this.

but salvage what exactly?

your brother laughs at this and insists he did. he jokes about you being too immersed in your current engagements while he was talking about them, he motions for you to sit down with them.

now he found himself sitting across from you.

the dinner he previously enjoyed now felt like acid in his mouth as he forced it down his throat. your presence had shocked him to his core, as much as he wants to relish in this get together. the sight of you made his hands shake and his heart beat a little faster than normal.

he feels like a child when he’s around you.

that somehow and somewhat the way he breathes is wrong to you.

you reach out for the pitcher of water near him, he grabs it and you look up on him in surprise. your eyes dilate from his sudden movement and you stare at him for a while. thankfully, james and your brother were busy talking with each other and they didn’t notice the both of you.

you were still hesitant of him. that’s okay, he understands.

right now, you probably saw him as a stalker that creeped on you while playing the violin and you were probably frightened that he was now in your house and your brother’s friend.

you slowly present the intricately designed glass cup in your hand, he smiles to himself at this while he pours the water into your cup. you quietly thank him and resume eating your meal.

maybe he can fix this. maybe the both of you can talk this out.

the next time he sees you is at a christmas party, back in your house.

he knows much more about you during that and he saw you several more times when he visited your place. the interactions were much more polite and courteous compared to the first and second time.

people have always been greedy. greedy for money, power and for love, it turns them into monsters when greed looms behind them, because of that he’s learned to be content with what he hashas and know the differences between greed and ambition.

so why does he want to hear more of you?

yes, the both of you are “talking.” if you count simple pleasantries and courtesies but it feels forced and unpleasant for you. he feels like you’re only speaking but not talking, if that makes sense.

the heavy chatter of conversation is present through the living room, he notices a few friends and some of your family speaking away to their peers.

you aren’t there.

i mean, you were but you left,when people started to surge into the room.

you don’t like crowds.

and loud noises.

a grain of what your brother told you was true, you are privacy obsessed. no wonder you’re absent in the living room.

keith’s not talking to anyone right now,

not when you’re the person he wants to talk to and the only person he knows other than your brother.

he’s also drunk.

he’s been sitting here for several minutes hoping you’d come down to the living roomroom and maybe he could catch up with you.

he contemplates just leaving,seeing that you’re not going to come down.

before he can get up to leave, he hears a soft tune above the room. it’s you.

he knows it is.

he looks around and looks around but nobody except him seems to hear it, too immersed in conversation to hear the sound of the gates of heaven above them.

he slowly gets up with his drink in hand and makes his way to the stairs. he’s getting alcohol induced to function and think properly, he doesn’t get this bold much.

he softly walks up making sure not to step on the creaking wood of the stairs, as the tune sounds more clear to his ears. he doesn’t know where he’s headed but all he knows he needs to hear it.

it’s like a siren’s song to a weak-willed sailor, like a sleeping beauty being lured into her demise as he gets to the second floor and follows the sound of music to one of the rooms. once he realizes that he might be entering your room, he stops his movement and opts to just listen outside. he can learn to be content with the small opening of your door as long as he hears you play.

he leans his back to the wall, relishing in the piece as you come to an end. this forces him back to reality and realizes he needs to go should you come out of the room. he’s had a taste of your anger and rejection, he doesn’t need a spoonful again.

“you can come in.” a voice calls out.

he freezes, you know he’s there. he wonders if he should speak up or keep his mouth shut for a while and leave or come inside to you. he decided the former, so much for wanting to talk to her that he chickens out in the chance she’s given him.

“are you gonna come in or not?” you said getting annoyed with the lack of his reply.

fuck, fuck, fuck. how did you know? he’s sure he was silent when he made his way up here. did you have an extra set of senses he wasn’t aware of? you didn’t notice him the first time, what made you notice it now?

he’s still frozen on his feet, in a deep dilemma with what to do next. he keeps his eyes on the wall in front of him and doesn’t make a single sound.

“hey.” the voice calls out again.

he keeps quiet.

until something makes contact on his shoulder. a nudge. someone nudged him.

he looks back and sees you beside the door. in all your glory, your hand on the door knob slightly opening it for enough space for someone to pass through. he didn’t hear you walk up or the door creaking for entry. your eyes were on him, gone was the scrutiny and judgment but the annoyance was still there with a tinge of softness.

you look beautiful.

you look..nice, his breath hitches on his throat as his words are unable to leave. you stare at him in confusion so he walks in, with no words to reply at you.

as he enters he sees your bedroom, some clutter on the floor he notices your violin perched on the chair and some books scattered on the ground. he looks back and sees you standing there, motionless and silent.

he waits for you to say something before he does something. you leisurely make your way towards him and he stands to the side to make way for you. you don’t say anything as you kneel down into the floor and start opening the books with the lamplight on the side table illuminating luminescence for light reading.

“you can sit down.”

keith contemplates where to sit down. on the floor with you? on your bed? or on that loveseat beside the side table. keith decides to sit down next to you, just to be polite.

silence fills the air into your room. none of you speak a word, too nervous or too awkward to converse. keith realizes that this is the third time the both of you were alone and the second time you sought his company.

he assumes that his presence doesn’t agitate you, at least right now. right now, he’s sitting on the floor, his knees pressed up to his chest and his drink abandoned beside him.

you flip through the books,your back in front of him as you knelt. he notices that they were fictional books. mostly filled with fantasy as he observes the whimsical glossy covers full of intricate symbolism of medieval and magical content. bright tabs are trapped between the pages, you’ve read them before, he realizes. he doesn’t see any books that he’s read before, all unfamiliar to him maybe he can introduce you to a few jane eyre books if you haven’t read them yet.

he perceives that you know his eyes are on you. you look back at him and stare at him. devoid of emotion but there was softness seen in it, keith fiddles with the button of his shirt, nervous under your gaze. you observe this and return your attention to the books.

“keith.” you call out to him.

“..yeah?”

“i wanted..i wanted to apologize. for what i said the other day.” you apologize to him.

keith is..a bit stunned. he expected you to just shove and forget it ever happened considering it had happened a few months ago. your apology has taken too long to arrive, making him assume it would never arrive yet it has just appeared, it’s in your lowly illuminated room and won’t face him.

“it’s okay.” he replies, not adding much to it. what was there to say? you were rude to him that day, for someone to randomly accuse you of something you didn’t do.

“no, it’s not.” you retort, suddenly facing him.

“honestly, it’s okay. i don’t mind.” he assures you. it kinda hurts, he has time to thank for that since it doesn’t ache as much.

“well, you should mind.” you whisper to him as you scoot your way towards him. keith moves over to make space for you on the floor.

holy shit. you’re moving close to him. to him.

the both of you stay silent for a while. your backs pressed on the footboard of your bed. your legs crossed and his remaining pressed to his chest. silence is good. right now it is, the silent aftermath of your apology was like serenity after the storm.

“who’s irene?” keith asks out of nowhere.

your head snaps at him and your face turns unpleasant, like he said the spell to break the curse. forcing you to tear apart your walls and reveal yourself, fuck maybe he did that too early. if you didn’t hate him then maybe you surely do right now.

the burst of anger never comes. you shakily take a breath and ask him.

“you..really don’t know her? irene?” you question your voice slowly getting lower. he’s not sure if he’s seeing this correctly but he can see your eyes slowly tearing up. a sheen of glossiness fills your eye. this was much worse.

you were crying. crying, because of him.

fuck. fuck. fuck.

“i don’t.” he responds honestly, he doesn’t know how to comfort you other than offering you the truth. touching you was certainly out of the table, you look at the floor and toy with the edges of the skirt of your dress.

“fuck it. i really hope you’re telling the truth.” you mutter, “irene was…a friend. we used to play in the same orchestra together, until there was this new first chair position for the theater nearby the campus,” you add.

“i was going to audition for it. so i practiced, i put it a lot of blood,sweat and tears for this piece of..fucking wood. only for it to be botched, by her.” you explain anger and annoyance oozing your tone.

“you wanna know the worst part about that? there was this guy i liked and he’d insist on watching me play and i found it so sweet. i told him all about the audition and everything i was going to do…and he fucking told her.” you ramble, “turns out they were fucking each other, before i found out he stalled me on the day of the audition and the moment i arrived, she was playing. same fucking piece, on my fucking time.”

“i’m sorry. you don’t deserve that.”

“it’s not an excuse for my actions that day but it’s a reason why i’m..wary of everyone around me. especially people who loom on the second floor watching me play. it’s..just that..” you exhale, “ever since that happened i feel angry with everyone, that i didn’t see that coming, that i couldn’t prevent it.” you expound to him.

“i get it, but there’s no way you could’ve” he reassures, you frown at him and scoff “i mean, they had it out for you too.” he adds to his defense.

“it doesn’t matter, i shouldve watched out for myself. there were signs and i was too fucking stupid and lovesick to see it.” you retort, “and i feel more fucking dumb because i look insane when i think someone’s after me, and i just can’t help it because i don’t feel..safe.”

“i understand but it’s not your fault. sometimes people want to bring down great people.” keith does. he had invaded your private space and laughed at your reaction in the library, his invasion and amusement was probably like a flash of the past to your eyes.

the most precious thing to you was ruined by jealous assholes, something that should make you feel free and strong has turned you vulnerable.

“i understand the entire thing but..don’t you think it’s unlikely to happen again?” he ponders to you. the next thing almost breaks him apart.

you smile at him for the first time and it’s the saddest thing ever.

your smile doesn’t reach your ears, it’s sad and remorseful before you deliver the blow.

“it happened more than once.” you quietly say to him.

keith can’t believe his eyes sometimes.

you’re in his apartment for a new year’s day party.

the both of you seemed to have found the floor with his arm searching under the couch for his wallet that got kicked in during the party while you were sweeping the diverse color of confetti splayed on the floor.

he can’t believe that you’re here with him. not that the help is unappreciated but he hadn’t expected you to silently volunteer to come and stay over to help clean up.

he’d invited you, your brother and james to his little party. he was quite ecstatic when he saw you come through the door along with some fancy wine that your brother insisted “bought together” which you rolled your eyes at.

you friendship is better than ever. there was a visible development that he expected that might’ve happened in years but occurred in weeks. in the days after your brother’s christmas party, you two have shared your interest for books and he had attended a few of your shows nearby. sometimes when he came over at your brother’s house you two would talk about stuff…mostly about other people with a few sneaks of memories from the past.

although you were still quiet with him, it wasn’t out of disinterest but simply because you’re quiet and you have nothing to say to him. if you did have something to say you never keep it shut. that was nice and keith actually feels like the both of you are getting somewhere ever since you confessed your unpleasant past to him.

after dinner and some words exchanged while hours passed by, everyone found themselves searching for their which keith did not hold up against them. however when he thought everyone had left, he heard a clink of bottles on the floor in the living room and as he went to check it, he saw you quietly cleaning up the mess.

he called out to you saying that you should go home and he’s got the entire mess covered but you simply ignored him as his words fell on deaf ears.

keith finally feels the familiar leather of his wallet then pulls his arm out of the couch and sighs then reaches for the half finished wine on the coffee table. he calls out to you and urges you to come over.

the both of you are exhausted and should probably rest. he can clean all of this up tomorrow.

you look back at him and hesitate, you don’t look at him like before anymore. there was no annoyance and anger, just softness. it was still devoid of emotion, he thinks that you’re not sure how to behave yourself around him with the fact that first, he wasn’t family and second he’s not an opponent of yours.

to you, he’s just keith.

keith, the guy who likes to watch you play and applauds you every time you finish playing. keith who's been to one of your shows and sometimes treats you to an ice cream session after the event then sometimes shares his favorite parts during the event. keith, the dude who lets your borrow his stash of books and lets your share your thoughts on them for hours and hours. you share to him the parts of the story you liked and your criticisms from the plot.

keith, the guy who has a crush on you.

but you don’t know that, at least he hopes you don’t.

you walk over to him and plop yourself on the floor, next to him. he takes a chug of the wine from the bottle before passing it over to you. you reluctantly take it from him and take a drink, he wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt before setting it down on his lap.

“did you like the party?” he inquires.

“yeah, the food was nice. did you make it all by yourself?” you reply full of curiosity.

“i had a few friends help me over.”

“wise.”

silence occupied them again. a comfortable kind of silence though, the type that didn’t make him feel like he’d said or done something wrong. the time both of you spent together had warped the dynamics of your friendship. you weren’t judging him when you were silent just unsure with what to do, something he picked up along the way.

“how did your date go the other day?” you ask.

your talks together began with your simple interests to the current agendas shared from both ends, he can’t remember if he had told you about it or if you overheard from your brother.

“i don’t think i remember telling you about that.” he chuckles at your question.

“you didn’t, i overheard it from him.” you answer with no remorse.

“overheard? eavesdropping on me aren’t you?” he teases, you immediately scoff and retort in your defense,

“he has a big mouth that keeps chattering day and night. i bet our neighbors know about your date too.” you retort with a little joke at the end. he laughs at this and you chuckle with him.

“well shit. i don’t need your entire neighborhood knowing i’m a loser.” he jokes.

“she shouldn’t have done that.” you frown at his jest and comment when your laughter dies down. keith looks at you from that disclosure and disappointment emerges into his head again.

“well..some things just don’t work out and that’s okay.” he shakes off the dismay from his failed date.

“i mean she could’ve at least informed you she wasn’t going to show up.” you reply ignoring his words,

“why do you sound more angry than i am? what in the world did she ever do to you?” he teases again in false wonder. you scoff at this and face him, clasping his arm with a tight grip.

“you’re a good person, keith.” you state.

“sure, i didn’t see it right away but-that doesn’t matter, anyways what i’m trying to say is that, you’re always too eager to see the good in people. too forgiving that you ignore your own grievances. that’s not okay.” you whisper looking into his eyes.

“i think that eagerness led you here.”

“i know and i’m thankful for that. i’m glad that you’re my friend, i’m glad you gave me a second chance but forgiveness is a two way street. i earned your forgiveness because i confessed my mistake and apologized. you don’t even wait for an apology before you hand out forgiveness!” you exclaim. keith tries to speak but you interrupt him.

“i know you probably think it’s naive and stupid.” he jokes and looks away, not wanting to delve into the topic of conversation.

“i never said that.” you gasp slightly in mortification, you grasp his jaw and force his gaze back to you.

“i know that we should be kind and that holding on to anger doesn’t lead anywhere good but you don’t deserve that. you deserve so much better and things sweeter than life.”

he already has something sweeter than life.

you.

you make every pleasure in life look dull the moment he sees you enter his sight.

he knows you’ll never be his, he can never have you because you’ll never have him. it’s okay, he’ll learn to be okay.

“yes ma’am.. i will listen to that.” he smiles,

you smile at him and it’s so sweet, he wants to hold you and twirl your hair. he wants to be with at all times, so he can see you and watch you play. he wants to know every minute detail about you. he’s just filled with this yearning to love you. he hoped that his affection might dwindle down as soon the platonic structure of friendship hit him on the face.

but the deeper your friendship delved into the more he fell for you. he always said to himself and to others that what he felt for you was just a fleeting moment, he knows he shouldn’t feel anything like this because he knows that you won’t reciprocate his feelings. he knows that he’ll just get hurt and he should stop it at once.

but how? how could he have known?

how could he prevent it when stars glimmered in your eyes as if they were jewels glimmering in the sky? how can he call it fleeting when he fell for you the moment he saw you in the theater?

he exhales and smiles at you.

and shoves his feelings back down.

and tried to forget how his heart beats for you.

you scoot closer to him than you already are, his breath hitches in apprehension with how near you are to him. he takes you in all your glory, he can smell the sweet scent that you carry that used to intimidate him but now brought comfort and safety to him.

you smell like home.

he’s afraid you might hear the heartbeat in his chest that is pumping so loud now that it’s source comes closer and closer to him, like a moth to a flame he’ll burn out if you come any closer to the warmth of your body.

he’s afraid that if you see his fidgeting and breathlessness you might catch up on him and realize he’s in love with you.

he can never let you know that.

not when he sees how far your relationship has developed, not when you’ve welcomed him into your world, not when you’ve shared some of your secrets with him.

not when you make feel complete when you’re within his reach.

he can’t afford to lose all of that in a single stroke of words. he can never confess to you because he doesn’t know how you’ll take it, but he can only assume the worst. he can only assume that you’ll refuse him.

a popular and encouraging saying that’s often associated in his situation “the worst thing she could say is no.” is incorrect. the worst thing you could say is to turn him away and break your friendship. you would leave his life and he would have to go back living it without you. how can he do that?

and the worst part? he’s not even sure you’d even bother to say all that. he’s half sure you would abandon him with no message or explanation but your silence would speak enough more than those four words could ever say.

you don’t want him.

he can’t go back to that, your tranquility used to bring him anxiety but as time progressed it brought him solace and he felt like he could be himself with you, his stuttering and apprehensiveness had disappeared and you greeted it with eagerness.

he’ll keep it down for you. he’ll shut his mouth if you ever fall in love with someone and he loses his chance with you, he’ll keep quiet because it means having you. the best thing he ever gave you was making you feel safe around him. he can never afford to let the opposite happen in the future.

because that means staying in your life and yours in his. it means keeping you close and that’ll keep him happy enough.

it has to.

he feels something on his lap, more like someone. a tingling sensation wrangling itself to his hands, he looks down and sees a glint of jewel shining back at him. he realizes it’s your adorned hand, he looks back up at you where you’ve laid your head on his shoulder.

you feel his gaze on you, you always do and look back at him in curiosity expecting him to say something. keith doesn’t know what to say, he’s afraid that he might spill his heart out to you with the recent train of thoughts his mind has occupied, so he smiles at you.

you smile in return and he wishes he could he could see that forever.

his hand is tangled with yours as he lays his head back on you.

a life with you is all he wants.

he wants to stay like this with you forever, just the both of you indulging in each other’s company and living life with no abandon.

keith watches you.

you squeeze his hand three times to make sure he’s alright.

he squeezes it back in return.

“happy new year’s keith.” you mutter to him and pull your head back under him as he looks at you. you bring yourself to him and softly press a kiss on his cheek, with your hand on his jaw.

keith does his best to hide his surprise as he feels happiness burst inside him. you put your head back to its previous stance along with your hands. keith does the same.

this is okay. this is perfect.

love isn’t always butterflies and grand gestures with happy endings but sometimes love can be wine drunk, holding each other’s hands and splayed on the floor next to confetti.

and pain.

there’s still love even if it’s gut wrenching pain.

author’s note: this took so long i’m so sorry. i had a keith brainrot before my exam and it had to go because i need to pass. (which paid off : D ) i couldn’t choose a happy or sad ending because..i want to. jk i can’t envision a smooth sailing path for keith and the reader because it really needs to take some time and CONFESS. they don’t know how to act on that because they’re careful around each other with the rough start they began with. or maybe because i just wanted to write about a pining keith and an oblivious reader that doesn’t know how to manage their feelings. i am a staunch believer of finding ur lover in a friend soo anyways thank you for reading and feel free to like and reblog!

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vnmpior · 11 months

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i've gotten back in my voltron phase so uh ☠️☠️ plus the keith hcs i wrote like a year ago have gotten a lot of love so please req me voltron stuff 🙏 or literally anything i have on my fandoms list

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first-edition · 1 year

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Fire Light

Keith Toshko x reader

Sum- you never thought you could be rained in. A virtual hurricane going on outside leave you to spend several days with the Keith who shares the Airbnb with you.

Smut- sex, PinV, unprotected, round 2, floor sex, Alcohol consumption, size kink, dirty talk, dom! Keith.

If you haven’t seen the movie barbarian….dont watch it lol it’ll scar your veiw point on airbnb’s.

THIS IS A SMUT AND CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT MINORS DNI

You sit across from each other playing battleship and drinking wine.

“Uh d6?” He asks

“Mm miss.” You say somehow he’s miss every single one of your ships and you hit his.

“A7?” You ask

“Fuck, hit and sunk. I’m out.” He says running his fingers through his hair.

You begin to reset the boards. He watches you contently organizing all the pieces. Your fingers grasping them little bits. His eyes travel down to your bare legs and move up. The way your shorts ride up, you over sized sweater leaving your body to the imagination. The way your skin glows in the fire light.

“Keith?” You ask? For the third time snapping him out of his trance. His eyes snap up to you.

“Hm?” You ask.

“All out.” You say holding the bottle of wine.

“Damn.” He sighs sitting back a bit.

The windows rattle causing you to gasp. And look over at the doorway seeing the rain violently hitting the glass.

“Well damn…you know I’ve been snowed in before but never rained in.” He says you giggle and he stands picking up the glasses and empty bottle from your hand.

“I’ve never been snowed in I’ve always wanted to be though. The cold, and sitting infront of a fire sounds like fun.” You say

“Well your half way there.” He chuckles disappearing into the kitchen. You look down putting the game on the coffee table before speaking once again.

“Keith…”

“Hmm?” He asks

“Th-thank you. For being you. I just um… you could’ve turned me away and made me sleep in my car a few days ago but you didn’t and thank you for that.” You say looking up at him as he walks back to you sitting back down on the poofy comforter under you both.

“Your welcome but seriously I would do that…especially to you.” He says trailing off a bit you grow slightly looking into his eyes.

“What do you mean.” You ask.

“Y-your beautiful. Well- no yeah. NO I didn’t mean no you’re not I mean no for myself not that I’m not beautiful but that no your not, not beautiful you are your gorgeous you’re um….I’ve had too much to drink I’m sorry.” He chuckles you laugh at him as he runs the back of his neck. You lean forward to him placing your hand on his cheek. He looks up to you.

“You’re beautiful too.” You smile. His eyes search your face for any form of sarcasm but he can’t find it you really mean it dispite his awkwardness.

“C-can you help me put the covers on.” You say getting up forgetting that that’s what you were doing the whole time before distracted by battle ship and wine.

“Oh yes right.” He hops up picking up the comforter.

“No no hold-hold on I gotta trick to this.”he says taking it turning it inside out and then hauling it over his head you laugh. Watching as he straightens it out.

“Okay. yeah now you hand the cover and you Flip It!” You jumps pulling the cover over the comforter.

“Oh my god!” You laugh helping him pull it over.

“You sure that’s how you do it?”

“Yes I saw it on opera.” He replies

“Opera you saw it in opera what? 5 years ago?” You ask laughing at him.

“Yeah. Very educational” he laughs “it never bunches up it gets completely smooth you’ll thank me later when your lying under a completely smooth duvet cover. Okay but now you gotta hand me the corners” he says making you laugh with is muffled voice under the sheet.

“There you go.” You reply handing him the comforter.

“My hands kieth haha your taking my hands.” You laugh as he grips onto your hands as well.

“Sorry” he laughs letting go. “Okay so now here where it get a little bit!! ARGH!” He jumps and shakes around pulling the duvet over the covers. Making you laugh your ass off.

“A little aggressive! But that is how you get the duvet in!!” He says successfully but also breathing hard.

“Are you usually this out of breath afterwards.” You giggle at the covers now surprised that actually worked. He chuckles.

“I’ll help you bring it to your room yeah?” He asks his eyes following you as you walk down the hall to your room.

“Uh no actually i heard a sound under the floor last night and i freaked me out i think a poor raccoon or something got stuck under there. Im gonna have a sleep over out here.” You say arriving back into the living room with pillows. Putting the on the ground with the covers.

You move to him fixing his hair that he’s been disheveled by the motion of the blankets.

“I’ll um…I’ll head to bed if you want you can stay out here with me or um take the bed tonight.” You say

“A sleep over?” he chuckles.

“A boy girl sleep over.” You laugh as well. You pull your and away but he grabs your wrist pulling you into him pressing his lips against yours. You immediately kiss him back throwing your arms around his neck.

His hands grip your waist pulling your hips into his wandering around pulling up your sweater just enough for his hands to feel your skin making you pull away from the kiss in a gasp.

“I-I’m sorry what’s wrong?” He asks you make sure he dosnt pull away from you as you look into his eyes.

“Y-your hands are cold.” You giggle. Pecking his lips.

“So you still want me to fuck you?” He says blaintently which catches you off guard. The once timid, shy, awkward Keith has left leaving a lust driven one.

His finger pushes your chin up to look at him as he waits for an answer.

“Yes.” You breath out against his lips. He smirks and places his lips back against yours moving up your back and pulls off your sweater leaving your top bare to him his kisses move to your neck as he picks you up your legs wrap against his waist as he kneels down laying you both into the comforter and pillow.

He pulls away from you only to hurriedly pulls off his shirt then his lips are right back on your body.

His large hand taking your breast in his palm giving it a squeeze pulling a gasp out of your mouth. His other grabs ahold of the waistband of your shorts and underwear pulling them off with one motion throwing it on the floor.

“Fuck..” he breaths as he admires your body. Finally what he invisioned is so much better. Both his bands grip your sides move if up to your ribs Ashe kisses up and down your body whorpising every peice of you. He makes sure to mark you on his way back to your lips.

His hand moves down the center of your body as he finger snake inbetween your folds immediately finding your clit. You gasp-moan both in pleasure and amusement he found it with out trouble or guidance. Every other man you’ve been with has just fucked you for thier pleasure.

The fact that he’s making you feel good, whorsiping you in every way turns you on more and more. He curls his finger up into you stroking the soft spot inside you making you bite your lip and moan. He watches every little movement you have anyalising what your reacting to.

Adding another finger his pace quickens. He pulls your hips back up into him as he places his other hand on your lower stomach adding pressure making your clench around his fingers ultimately cumming at his will.

He pulls out as to not overstimulate you wanting to do that on his cock. He presses his lips back against yours for a brief moment before he removes his ph pants giving you time to catch your breath. You glacé down seeing his erect dick large and long. He hover over you kissing your cutting off your eye contact with his manhood.

You move out hand between your body’s taking ahold of his cock stroking it in your hand chasing him as he groans out of the kiss and grips your breast again as he lets you stroke him. His hair falling infront of his face.

“Keith..p-please fuck me.” You moan out he kisses your neck moaning into your jawline as a yes. You line him up as he pushes into you slowly being cautious of how large he is. He fits like a glove as he slips inside.

You moan out as he lets thrusts through already drunk on the way you feel. Your nails digging into his back for sure leaving marks as his hips slam against yours. He grips the sheets aside your head. You feel his back muscles flex against your fingertips.

You can taste the wine on his lips as he kisses you. His other hands grips your hip in a bruising manner before he moves his hand down the side of your thigh pulling it against his hip wrapping it around his waist. The slight new angle allows him to brush against your soft spot making you slut as his command.

“K-Keith ah!” You moan out his pace picking up. His breath and moans hitting your ears turns you on more that he’s enjoying himself as much as you are. Your walls clench around him fluttering.

“F-fuck.” He moans

The knot in your stomach burst as you cum on his dick clenching around him. His thrusts become ridged as he over stimulates you his thumb rubbing your clit. Too much for him and you to handle within seconds you cum again and he follows roughly pushing into you.

Making your back arch and nails grip his shoulder blades.

As you both come down down from you high he pulls out of you trying not to hurt you. He sits back on his heels pushing his hair back.

“FUCK!” He exclaims realizing what he’s done. You sit up to him wrapping your arms around his neck.

“No no..Keith. Hey..” you say kissing his face.

“Shit im so sorry. I didn’t mean-“

“Keith hon look.” You say holding out your arm as he sees a small scar you take his hand running his fingers along it as he feels the slightly raised device under your skin.

“I have an implant its okay.” You say reassuring him with kisses. He calms down as his hands snake around your waist pulling you back up into him you sit in his lap straddling him accident grinding against him.

His finger tips feel your body as they move down your gripping your ass getting a moan out of you. In embarrassment you bury your face into his neck.

“Keith..” you say he kisses your neck.

“Hmm?” He replies.

“Take me to the bedroom.” You reply.

He pulls you up higher on his waist and stands walking you both to the bedroom for round two.

#keith toshko #keith Toshko x reader smut #keith toshko x reader #Barbarian fanfic #barbarian smut fanfic

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keiffeine · 1 year

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can you do reunion sex w/ keith kogane after he got back from the space whale?

hope you're doing alright and happy holidays!

with gender-neutral reader.

genre: fluff & nsfw

• your fingers slid its way into keith’s hair, tugging gently as he rolled his hips into you again, pressing you further into the mattress and keeping your hips flush against his.

• keith groaned against your neck, pressing a kiss to your neck. he moved away to look down at you, eyes filled with love and longing, and just a hint of sadness. he smiled, which made you smile, and you felt the butterflies in your stomach making a return.

• “hi,” he says softly, a hand coming up to cup your cheek. “i missed you so much.”

• “i missed you, too,” you say back to him, leaning up to peck his lips. “so much.”

• “i thought about you all the time,” keith mumbles, his hands squeezing your hips now. “i’m sorry for leaving you—all of you—like that for so long.”

• “it’s okay,” you assure him, vision going hazy again because keith was moving against that one particular spot that sent pleasant tingles everywhere. “aah—hhng, keith, there—”

• keith went back to kissing your neck. his hands squeezed your hips harder, and you felt yourself wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. “fuck, i love you, keith—”

• “i love you, too,” keith grunts, teeth gently nipping at your skin. “so, so much,” he says, as you both melted into bliss.

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Masturbation May - Day 5b: Edging (Keith Howell)

A/N: Keith was suggested for day 5 and I was very excited to write this! I heavily debated on which alter to write for and decided to try my hand at nice!Keith. I debated on mean!Keith at first but thought I might make him a little too mean. Anyway here we are. Also late posting

Featuring: fem reader || nice!Keith x reader

Warnings: masturbation; some descriptors of reader's body including cleavage and boobs; reader and Keith are NOT dating; dirty thoughts and sexual fantasy about reader with lots of guilt (sorry Keith); accidental edging rather than intentional; orgasm denial; the man is a mess

Word count: 2002

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Keith felt like a monster. Some tiny rational part of him knew that was an exaggeration, that the way he felt right now was just a natural reaction and a normal biological process. However, as much as he tried to rationalize and calm himself down, he couldn't shake the overwhelming guilt that seemed to cascade on him the longer his thoughts lingered.

It had been a particularly warm day in Rhodolite, and when Keith ran into you in the palace, you were wearing a thin blouse with a sweetheart neckline to help beat the heat. The neckline didn't dip particularly deep, but it gave a clear view of the soft curve of your breasts, and it was enough of a change from your usual wear that it brought a momentary blush to Keith's face.

It was a rare day off for you, and you had offered to take Keith out into town to visit a café and enjoy the gorgeous weather. Perhaps any other day, he would have been delighted and had a great time relaxing and conversing with you. However, he instead found his mind distracted, and his gaze wandering to less-than-innocent places.

He always thought you were beautiful, physically and personality wise, and he often caught himself admiring your features. He thought of the shape of your mouth and the sound of your voice as you said his name, or the color of your eyes and the bright intelligence that lay within them. Sometimes he watched your graceful but dexterous fingers as they handled scores of documents with ease, your strength and your capabilities evident in your work. But his thoughts now seemed to dwell in dirtier places, and the more he tried to ignore them, the more they seemed to pop up.

As you two entered a bookstore together, you had accidentally bumped into Keith's body, catching his arm against your chest. It was only a moment, and the two of you had spent the next few minutes exchanging apologies, as was per usual. You both finally settled after finding a compromise, allowing him to purchase just one book for you as repayment for his clumsiness (which you would still argue with him didn't deserve punishment or repayment), and shortly afterwards, you two parted ways.

Keith hurried back to the palace after that, and as he entered his guest room, he couldn't help but immediately cover his face, sinking to the ground in front of his door. Although the touch had been brief, it was long enough for him to feel the cushion of your breasts, warm and pillowy and inviting. He could feel the itch in his hands to reach out and touch, to see if they really were as soft as they seemed from that first impression. He had to wonder, would you like being touched that way? Did you like to be touched that way?

You'd also had the sweetest flustered expression on your face after the accidental bump, likely too aware of what body part he'd brushed up against. Something deep and dark in him wanted to see that expression again, draw it out of you only for him to see. He couldn't even fathom what would have happened if... he was around. Keith was fairly certain his other self wouldn't go too far, but the last thing he wanted was for you to be taken advantage of at all, and was secretly happy that it had been him who was with you.

Keith tried to shake his head free of the thoughts, now, feeling ashamed and dirty, but his mind's imagery kept going back to you regardless. Even worse, he could feel the way his body awakened at these thoughts, heart thumping hard and pumping his blood down south. He found his hand snaking down without thinking, brushing against the tent forming in his pants, and the sudden sensation made him gasp, partly in pleasure and partly in alarm.

He couldn't believe himself, getting hard just from an accidental touch, especially with someone that wasn't even his lover. What if you found out, somehow? You'd find him disgusting, and he'd be lucky if you ever looked his way again, much less spoke to him. He tore his hand away, shutting his eyes closed tight in an effort to calm himself. But alas, all he could think of was you.

After a respite from the outing and the heat, you had planned to have dinner with Keith, Yves, and Licht, and Keith could see that his time was limited to deal with his problem. He wasn't sure how he'd be able to face you, especially if he saw you in the same top you wore earlier. However, the more he thought about taking care of his urges, the dirtier he felt, feeling like a disgrace for pleasuring himself to the thought of you. But he had a feeling the images wouldn't leave his mind until he addressed his true desires. After a long moment of contemplation, he slowly undid his pants, his erection straining against the material until he practically popped out in his freedom. He thanked the gods, then, that his other self wasn't usually aware of what happened when he wasn't presenting; based on what he could infer from his own servants' reactions, he could only imagine the way he'd be taunted, mocked, and ridiculed.

He slipped off one his gloves, pocketing it before it became dirty, and wrapped a hand around his shaft. The feeling was heavenly as he stroked lightly, slowly, his eyes fluttering shut. Something in the back of his mind nagged at him, telling him this was wrong, but he did his best to ignore it, reasoning with himself that his response was natural. He was just attracted to you, of course his body might get a little excited about it from time to time. He never wanted to make you feel uncomfortable or creep you out, but doing this just this once would be ok, right...?

Keith moved his hand faster, chasing his pleasure. He wanted this over this, wanted to finally calm down so he could face you like normal. He couldn't help but picture you in your shirt again, the way you'd looked out in town with the sun shining around you and highlighting your hair. He remembered the feel of your body touching his at the bookstore, and wanted to feel it again, hold you closer and get a fuller taste of you and your curves.

He fought against the sinful thoughts, not wanting to desecrate your image in his mind, but the lust and guilt were evenly matched. As his orgasm approached its zenith, Keith's mind started playing tricks on him. Right before the peak, he imagined you finding out about what he was doing, making a cry of disgust that shook him out of his fantasy and cut his pleasure off short. He immediately withdrew his hand, his eyes flying open, his heart pounding in his chest, and his orgasm skittered away almost instantly.

Listening around, the only thing he could hear was his own heartbeat, no sign of you having approached his door. He looked at the clock again and saw he still had time left and tried to calm his racing heartbeat, fingers trembling with his anxiety. Seemingly against all odds, he was still hard despite the anxiety attack, and he wanted to hit himself for still being so aroused. His cock was twitching, desperate to release after getting so close and hanging heavily from the blood flow. His cockhead was a mess, smeared with his pre, and he just knew his room smelled of his scent.

Maybe a cool bath would calm him down instead, but Keith knew he didn't have the time for that. And if he called off the dinner, he'd make you suspicious and possibly offend the Rhodolitian princes-- not that he thought that's what would really happen, but he was practically panicking now. He leaned his head back against his door, knees trembling and groin aching with need, considering his options.

Finally, he decided to give pleasuring himself another try with what time he had left. He reached his hand down and grasped his base, his hips bucking involuntarily in response, and he couldn't help the low groan that came out. He worked up a moderate rhythm, squeezing rhythmically and twisting his wrist to give himself more pleasure. It wasn't long before he could feel his orgasm make its return, quickly building back up and making his body throb with desire.

He continued palming himself, his hips thrusting of their own volition into his hand, chasing his orgasm once more. If anyone could see him now, they would say he was the very image of sinful, cheeks flushed a bright red, hair mussed, and his golden eyes teary and pupils blown out with lust. Everything in his being ached to release, his mind and his body battling fiercely as to whether he should get to cum or not, that sense of shame still lingering in his mind.

But before Keith could help himself, he envisioned you before him once more, but in a very different manner, your soft hands splayed across his chest, pushing him back against the door, then moving down to rub along his thighs as he fucked his fist. Your voice was talking him towards his orgasm, encouraging him, saying how good he was for you, how you couldn't wait for him to explode. The words were crass, lewder than you'd probably ever say in real life, but it was still tantalizing. It was such a turnaround from his prior imagining, of course it pushed him ever closer to his climax, wondering if you actually sounded like this in bed.

Fantasy-you knelt before him, your blouse slipping off your shoulders, revealing the rounded tops of your breasts. His eyes couldn't decide where to settle, wanting to maintain eye contact with you but flickering back and forth between your tits and your lips that were curved up into a wry smile. Your enticing words continued, telling him how handsome he was, how you wanted to see him cum, that you wanted every drop. And with your words, Keith's vision changed, immediately seeing you with his cum covering your chest and your chin, dripping down depravedly, and his orgasm rose up, wanting to fulfill his desires—

Keith gasped, tearing his hand away from his body, his cock throbbing needily at the denied orgasm, and he willed himself to calm down, taking deep breaths and counting to ten. That last image was the final straw, appalled at himself for imagining you in such a dirty scenario. He knew he should have taken the cold bath; he couldn't believe he let his imagination get away from him like that, and it took everything in his power to imagine something else, anything else at all.

Unfortunately, somehow like you were summoned, a knock resounded on the other side of the door that he was leaning against, and his fear chased away any remainder of his lingering orgasm. He could hear your sweet voice coming from behind, telling him you were fetching him for the dinner party, and he wanted to collapse right then and there at the timing. He scrambled to answer you, cursing the squeak in his voice like he was on the verge of puberty, and rushed to clean himself up.

It was some sort of miracle that his body calmed enough by the time he opened the door, and you were seemingly none the wiser, allowing him to move forward with the dinner plans and act like a normal person once more as the evening continued. But Keith knew he was treading on thin ice. If today's session had taught him anything, it was that he needed to address this issue before it truly went out of hand. He just couldn't help it; he was enamored with you, and knew he needed more, and soon.

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