I love this idea for your 4k event, it’s so cute! Could I please get a vanilla latte with this (pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.) prompt, hot please!! Thank you ^^

𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏! - A LITTLE LIGHT STALKING

visit gray’s 4k cafe | walter 'keys' mckey x roommate!female!reader

tags: [mostly fluff, but it's horny fluff lol] [roommates to lovers] [light stalking] [keys steals your phone] [straddling keys in his gaming chair] [kissing] 1k words

“I don’t think you should go on this date,” your roommate, Keys, calls from his room. “He sounds like a dud.”

You scoff, pushing another bobby pin into your hair. “He’s not a dud, Keys. And how would you know anyway?”

The bright bulbs on your vanity light up your face, making your eyes sparkle, and you pause to admire yourself for a moment. The low-cut red dress you’re wearing hugs your curves, and matches the color on your lips perfectly. 

You have to admit—you look hot. 

“Oh, c’mon,” Keys continues, voice carrying over the explosions from the video game he’s playing in the next room over. “You told me the guy’s in finance. How much more boring could you get?”

You roll your eyes and reach for your phone to confirm your date hasn’t texted you, but your hand comes up empty. 

Frowning, you hop up to search your room for it, and nearly trip over the heap of outfits you tried on but didn’t like. You’ll hang them up later. 

“Hey, have you seen my phone?” you call.

There’s silence for a moment, then Keys clears his throat. 

“Uh, yeah, I think you left it in here.”

Odd. You don’t remember bringing it into his room, but, whatever. 

You trip over your clothes again on your way to the door, then pad down the hall. 

His door is open, the yellow glow of his neon pac-man lamp spilling onto the wooden floor like a welcome mat. 

He’s leaning back in his gaming chair, one hand on his keyboard, the other on his mouse, clicking rapidly. The computer monitor in front of him flickers with millions of colorful, fast paced objects you don’t understand, and you pause in the doorway before stepping inside.

He turns when you enter, and when he sees your outfit he literally does a double take. He pulls one hand from his mouse to adjust his glasses, and you wince as his character dies in a fiery explosion. 

“DEFEATED!” The automated voice chants through the speakers, but Keys isn’t looking at his game anymore. 

He’s still looking at you. 

Your breath catches as his eyes dip to your cleavage, your lush curves shining prettily under his neon lights in here. 

“Where did you say my phone was?” You ask, a little breathless.

Keys’ eyes snap back to yours like he’d been caught in something. 

“Oh! Uh. Yeah, it’s…” He rakes a hand through his mussed hair, then motions to his desk. “It’s right here. I think.”

You frown as you cross to room to stand next to him. Yeah, you definitely didn’t leave it in here. He’s up to something. 

“Keys, what were you doing with my phone?”

“Nothing!” he swears, raising his hands in surrender. “Nothing, I just…”

You swipe it from the desk before he can respond and slide your thumb up to unlock it…but it’s already unlocked. 

A gasp escapes you. “What did you do?”

He swallows hard, and his gaze flicks over you again like he can’t help it. Maybe he can’t, with the way you’re looming over him while he sits in his computer chair—like it’s his wet dream come to life. Nerd.

“Okay, I…I might’ve gotten his name so I could run a background check,” he admits after a moment.

“You what?”

“I was just making sure you were safe!” 

You scoff. “Safe? I’m going on a date, Keys, in a public restaurant. I’m not—”

“Well, you don’t know anything about this guy!” he interrupts, gesturing wildly to his computer screen, like his motionless character will somehow come to life and defend him. “You matched with him online, right? So, he could be, like, a serial killer or something and you’d have no clue!”

You cross your arms and glare down at him, but Keys’ eyes just dip to your tits again because the motion pushes together. You should drop your arms. 

But you don’t. 

“So was he?” you snap. 

Keys finally looks a little guilty. 

“Probably not. But I looked at his LinkedIn profile. And his Facebook—”

“Keys!” 

Your hands fly to your face, but you drop them immediately when your stiff eyelashes brush your skin, reminding you of your fresh makeup.

Keys sighs, then shoves up from his chair and leans back against his desk in front of you. “He only posts stupid selfies of him and his abs on the beach—with a beer bottle—anyway, it’s just…like I said. Boring. You’re not gonna like him.”

Now with him standing, it’s your turn to look up at him, and when your gazes snap together, heat licks up your spine. 

It’s not like you guys haven’t been eye-fucking for weeks, probably months, at this point. It’s hard not to be attracted to each other, even though you’re strictly roommates. But neither of you have ever been so…so brazen about it before. 

“Oh yeah?” you mutter. “And you know what I like?”

Keys’ eyes drop your lips. “Yeah, I think I do.”

His confession hovers between you for one second. Two. Then, suddenly, you plant your hands on his chest and shove. Hard. 

Keys’ knees buckle in surprise and he falls back into his gaming chair, and when you follow him down, spreading your thighs on either side of his, he exhales sharply.

This close, the smell of his cologne envelops you, and when your hands settle on his shoulders for balance, your fingers can’t help but dig into the tense muscle there beneath his T-shirt. 

“My date was going to take me to an expensive restaurant…”

“Exactly,” Keys says, tipping his chin up and finding your face only inches from his. “It’s expensive.” His lips tilt with a smirk. “You’d hate it.”

You try to ignore the flip in your stomach at his easy confidence, but it’s hard to do. Especially when his warm breath ghosts along your cheek, and he’s looking at you like you’re all he’s ever wanted his entire life. 

You hum. “That was an invasion of my privacy, you know.”

“I know,” he says, his Adam’s apple bobbing on a swallow. “I’m sorry I did it.”

His hand finds your hip, urging you to lean further into him, and when you do, the chair tilts backward, gravity shoving your breasts into his chest. Now, you can feel his heart racing against yours, and his shuddering exhale is music to your fucking ears. 

“I’m not,” you say, pressing in further and letting your lips brush against his as you speak. It’s just a featherlight kiss, not nearly enough, and he chases your mouth with his when you pull back to whisper. 

“He seemed boring, anyway.”

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