K.T.S.E

BMO

Y/N's eyes slowly rolled open as the sound of grown men cheering in the living room made its way down the hall. She groaned and grabbed her phone from the bed side table to text Keith.

: You forgot it's my off day too? At least tell them to quiet down a little bit.

She figured he must've got her message because the next thing she heard was, "Aye, y'all better chill before Y/N come shut all this shit down."

That worked for all of five minutes before Keith's friends got loud again. Y/N knew any chance of her going back to sleep any time soon was out the window. She threw her feet off the bed and into her multicolor fur slides, making her way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She was so annoyed, she didn't even bother to look towards the entertainment area or speak to any one. She grabbed her apple juice from the fridge and headed back except this time she shuts the door.

She plops back onto the bed with a hough, bottle in one hand and scrolling through Instagram on her phone in the other. Keith knocks twice and lets himself in before she can even read someone's caption, earning him an eye roll, "What?"

"What's wrong, luh mama?" he walks further in and takes the spot next to her on the edge of the bed only to get ignored, "Y/N."

He grabs the phone from her hand and tosses it on the bed after calling her name one last time. She smacks her teeth, "What? Damn."

"You don't hear me talking to you?" Keith was growing very annoyed as well. He hated that silent treatment shit she loved to pull.

"Yes I heard you now what the fuck do you want? Don't you and your irritating ass homies got a video game to play or something? Byyye." She flicks her hand in the direction of the door.

"Ayo who you talking to? Make me fuck you up, Y/N," his nostrils flared and his jaw clenched when Y/N rolled her eyes and scoffed. "You know what, I got something for yo ass." He stood up and made a hasty exit from the room.

Moments later she heard the group of men saying their goodbyes in a mix of "Y'all be easy" "LDN" "Ight bro, peace" and the famous "No doubt, niggas know what I'm on" before the front door closed. She was ready to reach for her phone again before Keith came back and pushed it further away.

"Keith, mov-," She started to say but was interrupted as he slid one of his cold hands past the band of her black shorts.

"Look," he made eye contact while going in a circular motion on her clit with his thumb and inserting two fingers which made her moan, "After I give you this act right, iont wanna hear no more lip outta you, understood?" She nodded. "Do you understand?", Keith repeated and curled his fingers.

She inhaled deeply, "Yes."

She whined when Keith pulled away to undress himself before climbing back in their bed. He hovered over her, pulling her shorts down and throwing them across the room. Y/N was always commando and he loved it because he knew he could get to her anywhere and any time. She tugged on his gold chain to bring his lips down to hers before pushing at his shoulders in the direction of her throbbing center.

"Nah, maybe next time you want some head you'll keep that mouth of yours in check." he whispered while kissing up and down her chest area.

She gasped loudly when she felt his tip enter her without warning followed by the rest of his thick length. He rocked into her slowly at first, pulling all the way out and slamming back in with her legs wrapped around his waist.

"Fuck, KP!" she screamed when he sped up and dug deeper into her. Her eyes were rolling for a much different reason now, her love faces only serving as motivation for Keith to go even harder in her wetness. He loved the sound of her juices around his dick. He flipped her onto her stomach and pulled her to her hands and knees, spanking her one good time. He now had the perfect veiw of her arched back and round ass bouncing every time his pelvis met her backside. Her moaning was music to his ears. He crossed his arms and gripped her hips while she threw her ass back, "Ugh, YES!" Keith slowed down a little just to make her cry out for him to speed up like he knew she would. Y/N was buck wild when it came to sexing. "K-Keith baby, f-aster."

"Apologize right fucking now or you will not cum and I mean that shit!" his voice dripped with authority as he spanked her again and slammed into her from the back.

"Ah shit! I'm-" she spoke breathlessly, "I'm sor-sorry,"

Keith wrapped one hand around her throat and brought the other to her front to toy with her clit, "For what? For talking back like you ain't got good sense, right?"

"Yes! Baby, I'm close!"

"You better hold it," he tightened his hold on her throat slightly. Not enough to hurt her any more than she would like but enough to let her know he was not to be played with, "What's my fucking name?"

She moaned instead of answering him again which earned her a hard spank, "KEITH!"

"Cum for me, baby," he growled. And she did so all over his shaft and a little on the sheets. Keith felt her walls tighten around him and released into her shortly after, cursing with every drop of his nut that mixed with hers.

He pulled out of her and laid in bed next to her, bringing her close enough to wrap his arn around her tired body. "I'm foreal, Y/N. I wear the pants around this mf. Iont 'preciate that disrespectful shit."

"I know, I'm sorry boozaddy. Iont know what got into me." She sighed.

"It's coo'. I know we both been busy lately, I ain't had a chance to break you off in almost two weeks, you was probably just tensed up."

"Yea but still," she shrugged, "That's no excuse."

"Just let a nigga know next time. It's all good, baby."

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A/N: OKAY BUT WHO SAW KEITH'S BIRTHDAY PARTY ON HIS INSTA STORY?! My man is 27 and fine as fuck. He looked so fucking good. I love when he wears solid black shirts with his gold chain. Idk if he had hus grillz in too bc those shits turn me all the way on but bitch. Him and Ryan can both get the business if I'm being honest.