cw: 18+ mdni, (kinda angsty but) comfort and smut, icky!daddy k!nk, pet names (kid, kiddo, babydoll)
It was a shit shift, so shit that you sat in your car for 30 minutes. Didn’t turn on the car, didn’t play any music, didn’t even doom scroll, you just locked the door and closed your eyes. Absorbing the silence because you needed it, almost cried from how badly you needed it.
And then you made it back home after a silent drive, gripping the wheel, exhausted and trying your best not to get in a car accident.
You know Keegan is a night owl, down to the way his work hours are set up, he goes in late, comes in early morning. He’s on leave after a 3 month deployment, but his usual schedule is the same. So why did he wake up at 4pm to music blaring from the speakers downstairs?
“The hell are you doing?” Keegan asks through tired eyes, scratching his bare stomach. But he’s doesn’t see you move, not even turning to look at him, your hands are flat on the kitchen counter as you lean on it, trying to feel the heavy loud bass of Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden from the speaker, just something to give you a pulse, that having that job is worth it in the grand scheme of things— anything.
“Kid.” He calls out to you, voice louder than the music, eyes now trained on you. If anyone were to tell if something was wrong with you, I’d be him. Knows you like the back of his hand, knows you can go and go without stopping and that it drains the life out of you. You turn to face him, trying to mask all the annoyance, the tiredness inside you. “Hey, Kee- just- I just-“
“—Don’t gimmie bullshit baby, you knew that’s not what I wanna hear.” He chides. But he’s doesn’t knows you won’t say anymore. Pretty girls been through the wringer, and theres the rule you made, to drop everything at that work shit at the door. But there are exceptions, like this. When all of it has to be pulled out.
“You wanna feel somethin, hm?” He steps closer, boxing you into the kitchen counter as he towers over you. “This,” he nods towards the speaker, bringing his face low enough that he’s in your ear, “it won’t cut it, never does. You just need Dad to make it allll better don’t you?”
You feel your eyes well up, giving him a trembling nod, good. Least you’re willing to let him take care of you this time. “ ‘S okay babydoll, I got you. Always do.”
It’s a resurrection in a way.
Having this big tattooed man, stretch you out on his fingers, legs wide as you sat on the counter, till he’s working his fat hardened shaft past your folds and into your fluttering hole. Giving you slow and calculated thrusts till his red hot tip is puckered up against your sticky sweet spots.
It has your mouth open, eyes squeezed shut and head thrown back as you let out a moan of ecstasy. Keegan is deep, his girth so beautifully stuffing you to the brim, you have to claw at his forearms. “Fu- so much- mm- so biiig, ‘s big Dad!”
“Is that right?” He coos, sickeningly sweet, snapping his hips into yours once, mean, has you salivating at how good it feels, he takes your hand, making you cup his face, “need your eyes on me kiddo, focus.”
Your glossy eyes flutter open, mewling as you meet his gaze, so handsome with his chiseled face, veins popping out his neck, “You gorgeous fuckin thing, shit,” he shudders, eyes flickering down to the little bulge in your stomach, the slick coating the base of his cock, then back to you, “Thaaat’s my girl, take me so well don’t you?”
You stupidly nod, moaning again as he thrusts inside you. His grip on your thighs tight while he pounds into you, the loud, squealing of his dick filling you bouncing off the kitchen walls with every probe of his cock in your sultry walls.
You can’t even think straight he way he’s fucking you, like Itll be the last time, vibrations you two making louder than the music you could almost feel it your finger tips.
“Come on babygirl,” Keegan let’s out a huff, guiding your hands to his beefy shoulders, “Said you needed to feel right? Hck- Touch your Dad all over, remind yourself who loves you.”
And you do, Hange touching the few moles at hi shoulder blades, down the few tattoos covering a few scars, the way his abs tighten as he slams into you over and over to his dark happy trial— shit, you clamp down on him, tears spilling out of your eyes, you whimper, “Kee!”
Keegan nods as he looks down into your mesmerized eyes, leaning down so his some of his weight is on you, tip smacking against your g-spot, groaning at your walls molding around him, “Yeaaah that’s all me mama, fuck— Daddy’s right here for you. My precious babydoll.”
The mans got your screaming, toes curling as you let out a plethora of ‘dad, dad, dad.’
Keegan spills inside you, holding you tight as the warms floods your walls. He kisses your forehead, “Fuck, good job kid.”
And just like that, you have a pulse again.
a/n: Black Hole Sun by Soundgarden was the inspo (obviously). Shit end and Not down right dirty dad(dy) kïnk but I think this is sweet.
Keegan randomly mumbling, “I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.” When you’re sleep in his arms or something when you’re both like 18.
And you do in fact, spend the rest of your life with him.
There was a tipping point (there always is) but never an end, always the first to apologize. So timid trying to hold your hand when the words fall from his lips, ‘I’m sorry.’ A man who can be nonchalant with everyone but he can’t help but stare at you for a life time. The love and longing in his blue eyes, pupils dilating as he becomes memorized by you again.
Whether it be when you wake up, scratching yoru stomach in a scarf, blinking through the sunlight that hurt your eyes. Or the way you hold him even close be it just randomly or after a fight, the way you dance around the house playing your favorite songs, terrible singing he only encourages to sing louder. The way you don’t have an issue with correcting him, all while he slides a hand to the small of your back and kiss all over your face. Spontaneous trips when he’s free or how you just get so soft with him. Want to do the mundane or some scrapbooking with him. Listen to him talk all day long about his favorite art work.
He’s imagined so many different variations of the house with the white picket fence for you, maybe one day as he stares at the side of your face it’s some 3 bedroom lake house, with a dog or two, quiet evening by the fire or when he sees you all dressed up for a date. Taking the lead and guiding him through the city, it’s some small apartment but it’s cozy, the two of you, a little Terrace for grilling, take the little baby to the park so they can run around in the grass. Or when he’s done making love to you, the after glow on your body as he wipes you down, it’s that classic house, 4 bedroom, one for a shared office, two for the kids who are causing havoc, one for you both to share. Sneaking long kisses before your kids are dragging you off to play in the quaint back hard. Letting them climb all over him while you watch not so far away giggling uo a storm, pointer on how to defeat the dragon he’s become for them.
Stupid in love, always in love, let the years go by yout yout hair turns grey with wrinkles and frown lines and the whole galore, and Keegan would find a new way to love you, to be in love with you. Want to explore that pretty kind of you’re all over again. Nuzzle his head in your curly hair full of products, bring you another plate of food, footsie at dinner with the grandkids—
“Keegan!” You call out to him, snapping in his face. “Are you listening or not? I’m feelin alone in the conversation.” You laugh off, falling back against the armchair of the couch.
His eyes soften, cheeks becoming red whilst he grabs a decorative pillow to hide his face. He peeks his eyes at you, drawn to that beautiful face of yours. Smirking with your eyebrow raised.
“Just… your my everything Dollface, think you’ve got my heart pounding just from looking at me for so long.”
You laugh, playfully nudging him, “You’re joking.”
The pillow squeeze in his hand, can’t help the corners of his lips curving upward, “There it goes again.”
Keegan P. Russ who doesn’t exactly ask you if you want to go on a date.
He just says something like, “Kid, you wanna go somewhere?” Leaning against the door frame of his bedroom, his wavy brunette hair a mess, standing already half dressed in a pair of black jeans, his six pack showing.
Saturday’s are usually lazy for the both of you, you’ll leave the cleaning for Sunday. But you shrug, sitting up from the comforters, it won’t hurt to go somewhere. Keegan nods, blue eyes glance at you, “ ‘Nd wear that olive green blouse, you know the one.”
Yeah you did, the one that he liked so much because it complimented you brown eyes so perfectly, a c neck that always made your breasts looked so perfect. He loved it. So of course, you wore it just this once, with a pair of embroidered blue jeans, curls in a half up half down, large gold hoops and a stack of necklaces around your neck. Couldn’t even get out the door without him leaving a hicky on your neck.
The first place you went to was a museum, one of his favorite spots. But they had a new interactive exhibit, the flowers are under your feet, and all around you. It was gorgeous, truly, going through the whole place. But Keegan’s eyes were all over you. Enjoying your reactions, he can’t help the smile that falls on his lips, even took a few pictures he’d make his lock screen.
Next stop, your favorite restaurant, not without making a pit stop at the little stationary store Keegan likes. He’ll casually browse for a few things, the stamps or stickers, nod over to the women he’s in a club with and wave your entertained fingers at the girls who’ve been whispering since you got in yhe store. It makes you blush but Keegan will only cozy up more to you, resting his chin on your shoulder till he finishes paying.
After dinner, you two end up at some concert of an up and coming band— they’re not half bad. You’re swaying to the music, nodding to the beat and Keegan is right behind you, his tattooed arms wrapped around your shoulders, kissing your temple. You both sing the last song of their set because strangely enough you do know it (Keegan’s been playing it around the house)
You manage to catch the last bus home, the few shopping bags in hand, but laughing from the rush of having to run to make it to the bus stop. It’s so mushy, right out of a rom-com. Keegan kisses you all over. Sweet kisses from your cheeks to your lips, ao soft, mind dazing—
“Did you enjoy our date baby?” He hums, lifting your chin in his fingers.
Your eyebrows cutely furrow, “Date?”
And he chuckles, nodding knowingly, eyes flickering from your eyes to your lips, “Yeah baby, this was a date.”
You can’t even wrap your head around it because he captured your lips against his again. Kissing you slow. He does this to calm your heart, let your relax more.
But hes your loving and hot boyfriend, of course he makes your heart rate go zero to ten.
a/n: I know no one gaf about Keegan P. Russ... IGAF ABOUT KEEGAN P. RUSS😭😭🫶🏾
Keegan P. Russ, who fucks up into you when your overstimulated.
And it’s cynical the way this man will see you sobbing while you ride him till you can even feel your legs, moaning for a break while your hands lay flat on his broad chest, stilling yourself after you’d soaked Keegan with your slick down to his thighs. But there’s no way you’re stopping.
At least when Keegan knows he can draw a few more orgasms out of you.
The only way out is through, right?
So he rams up into you, his hand coming down to give your ass a nice smack.
“Kee-“ you keen, eyes squeezing shut as rails into you, each thrust into your gushing walls hits your g-spot perfectly.
“Kee, Daddy, Kee—” the older man mocks, snarkly chuckling at you, “What else can you say babydoll? Isn’t it soooo much baby?” He purrs in your ear, holding onto the mounds of your ass in each hand, ramming you back down on him.
“It’s- hnngh- it’s much- so much Daddy.” You hiccup.
“I knoooow kid it’s a lot, you can take it though. You love how I split you open, shit- fuck you just how you want,” he croons, licking at your arm making a shiver shoot up your arm.
You topple over on Keegan, slapping at his arm, head falling to his shoulder as he fucks you dumber than ever before. The only thing you can manage are gasps, hes fucking you hard, deep into your spongy walls.
“Baby girl, I know you didn’t pass out on me.”
Your brain might have spilled out, your sob that leaves your lips is irrupt while you cum, your entire body shaking down to your cunt. Creaming his large cock completely with every clench. He takes you in his arms as the euphoria washes over you, body limp as he sits the both of you.
“So fuckin pretty,” he mumbles at the state you’ve left his dick. White at the base of his cock and sloppy wetness where you two are connected. Keegan fuckin loves it. Needs it ingrained in his brain.
“Fuck baby, need you to cream all over Dad again. You can do it again, right doll?”
a/n: I got a lot of requests for Keegan smut, so this is that. Who else has been victimized from tojisteddy sliding in icky daddy kink in her work? I have 🙋🏾
Keegan P Russ, who just loooooves pushing you to the limit when he’s fucking you.
Definitely the type to fuck you stupid, until you brain is coming out your ears like water. Thrusting into you sloppy cunt with vigor, arching your back further so you could feel every inch of his swelling cock, his mushroom tip hitting the hilt of your cervix again, and again, and again. Bulging out of your stomach every time he bottoms out, having you cumming till your limbs are bones.
All you can do is take it, let him say whatever is on his mind, it’s not like you can actually form a sentence anyway, you’re babbling right back to his cocky words.
“You love this shit don’t you baby?”
“Love it sooo much keegan.”
“Wanted to fuck me so bad, now you can’t even think, where’s all that back talk Dollface?”
“I- augh- I can’t- so much Keee, was wrong, hngh-”
“Makin a fuckin mess all over cock, so fuckin wet.”
“So perfect, only for me right?” His hand will come down on your pulsing clit, rubbing in small circles to get you to let out a pornographic moan, “Gonna cum all over Daddy’s dick, huh baby girl, make my dick all pretty?”
He likes to push it, see if you’re willing to bite. Hook, line—
“Yes! Aungh- Wanna- shit- wanna make Daddy pretty,”
Sinker.
There’s a pause, just the sound of your joint heavy breathing, and then just as you’d almost gained your composure, maybe even let an apology of some sort sitting on your tongue— he’s slamming back into you harshly with a every meaner slap to the ass. Not letting you think so much.
He can’t help the laughter that escapes his lips, his ditzy little thing, “Thaaats it kid! Come on, fuck your sweet Daddy back won’t you.”
He’s just a late riser and night owl no matter what.
He can’t help it. Not matter how much coffee or energy drinks he drinks, or how much yea he drinks before bed, or going to sleep early, getting extra comfortable to get to sleep, or even if he tries to get off while tired— nothing works.
Something about having to be up at any hours of the night or day when he’s on the field completely throws him off when he’s on break. Likes to lounge around in bed after waking up at noon, then he’ll do his morning routine, have breakfast (aka lunch) with you. Then maybe fall back asleep with you in his tattooed arms on the couch while you watch some tv show.
And then around 3 o’clock hes wide awake (finally), gets ready to prep dinner, so he doesn’t have to worry about it later. The type to send you to go get stuff, he probably likes to food prep for you and him for the week. And then he’ll start a random sketch after it. And then he’ll spend some time making sure he gets enough kisses in. Finding any excuse to kiss your plump lips or your cheeks or your neck. Anything. And then wants to hear your voice while he fixes your supper. 
Keegan definitely send you off the bed first because he always goes after bed after you. Yaps to you about your plans or the new show you’ve been watching (that he’ll catch up on himself), patting your stomach and looking at you with those perfect blue eyes, fixing your scarf on your head, and caressing you cheeks till your knocked out.
He does a little cleaning around the house on late nights, quiet as ever not to disturb you. Takes a late night walk then comes back, Indie records playing softly while he looks up some art shows he wants to take you to, books he wants to read, replies to an email from an old friend.
“Keegie?”
Your voice fills his ears, your eyes still shut as you rub at them, the cutest yawn escaping your lips, standing in one of his large shirts and his sweats you’ve had to roll up on your hips. One end of his lip curve up, he fuckin loves you—
“What’s wrong kid, you alright?” He sets the computer down on the coffee table.
“You can’t sleep with me this one time?” You ask, still in a sleep filled haze.
He lets out a breathless chuckle, closing the laptop. You never have to push him, you’re the one in control even when you don’t realize it. He’d do anything for you. And if that meant finally going to sleep at 2 am, so be it.
He doesn’t hesitate to lift you off your feet, your head in his neck by instinct. “To sleep we go gorgeous.”
And he sleeps soundly, almost as soon as he gets himself comfortable with you lying on his chest. It’s always the perfect remedy, your soft breathing filling his ears. Content with him you being with you.
or: Keegan P. Russ is feeling the effects of a terrible relationship and the bullshit around him…. Nothing his ex-fuck buddy couldn’t fix.
cw: 18+ mdni, 3.2k words, smut with plot, modern AU, morally gray! reader, ex-fuck buddy! Reader, cheating (? On Keegan’s end), childhood friends!reader, kinda toxic, reader! has tattoos, p in v, unprotected sex, parental issues, car sex, angry sex, reverse cowgirl, backshots, a bit of overstim, Keegs! talks you through it, pussy slapping.
a/n: inspo I Know by Big Sean ft Jhene Aiko
You were a temptress at heart.
Had people swooning for you just from the flutter of your long lashes.
Keegan knew that from the way you so sweetly asked the other neighborhood boys to do your choirs and they did it, got exactly what you wanted by playing nice—
He never thought it would fester into— this.
Charisma out the wazoo, an enchanting smile and voice, beauty that could match no other in that damned town you two used to swear was cursed. A place you two both said you’d get out of.
Only Keegan left.
You were unmoving, and maybe it was the things or the people keeping you there. But that little town full of hillbillies and old people and trailer homes, was what you knew best. You had eyes that could read prey so easily, get what you want and leave, and maybe Keegan was one one of them. He never knew when it came to you.
The waters that you were, changed as you got older, the man didn’t know if he was in the shallow, the deep end or getting sucked up in a whirlpool. But he couldn’t help but follow you, lost in you, a siren call.
Friends to fuck buddies was never a good idea.
It changes everything. No matter how hard you try to ignore it. Maybe it was Keegan’s first girlfriend that lasted more than half a year that everything moved so fast. Too fast for Keegan’s liking. Parents suddenly MIA, so he clung onto his girlfriend at the time— Carmen— you didn’t like her.
Not one bit.
But you weren’t rude to her, put on that charming smile, let her play freely in your field, till she made a wrong move and you stuck your fangs into her, sharp. Let the venom seep into her so she ran away.
Leaving you and Keegan alone, again.
But things change, your first heartbreak changes you, and then you suddenly get sent off to another country for a year. You try to fix the mistake of not speaking properly, call the girl who you loved— romantically? platonically?— Keegan just knew he loved you. But it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough to just leave you behind without a word.
You fought like two tigers on a two hour call, you were supposed to be on work break, him on a base hundreds of miles away in a different country— leaving nothing but blood on each other's mouths, scars that would take time to heal.
Thank God for distance.
But one year turns into two, two turns into three— five years pass for Keegan to come back into town.
Not for you, not for his friends, not to reminisce— to see if anything was left of his parents. They’re not dead, they call his phone from random numbers sporadically. That they’re in Mexico, or was it Switzerland the last time they called?
Somewhere that they didn’t let him call back when he was on a mission. Not voice mail either.
It bothered him to his core. Festered and festered, and created a hole of longing in a part of his heart. So he came back, said hello to some old friends— people who weren’t you— old neighbors. Asked around about his parents and why they ditched him but got left with shrugs and worry if Keegan was okay with not seeing them for long.
He didn’t answer that part, just gave a pained smile.
Empty handed, he led himself to that bar in town— by a new name in new lights and decorations. Different drunkards hung around, middle aged men and women hanging around drinking to ease the middle of the work week.
And then, like it couldn't get any better worse, there you stood. In all your glory, curls around your face, brown eyes showing through the dim and l.e.d signs, jeans hugging you perfectly, an off the shoulder, sleeveless blouse, orange and pink, your tattoos peeking through the material with every movement. It was perfect on you, a complete contrast from the regular work attire almost everyone in the bar was wearing.
You were shaking your head at something, the smallest smile on your plump lips, and your eyes wandered. You mumbled to your friends you’d be back, walking over to wear the slightly older man stood.
“Look at what the cat dragged in! Didn’t know cunts came here.” You practically sing, but you’re leering. You could hold a mean grudge.
So could Keegan.
“Didn’t know shitty brats hung around here either, guess we’re one in the same.” He hums, taking a swing of his bourbon.
“Nice one Keegs,” you scuff, “So very nice.”
His eyes are stuck on you, maybe it was you using that nickname— when’s the last time he heard that?
You pat your hands on the bar like a drum as you take a seat on the stool beside him, “How is she?”
He blinks once, twice, getting himself out of the daze that you had him in. Gorgeous girl, even sexier with time.
“Who?”
“The girl that I saw you posted not too long ago.”
Of course you fucking saw that. Despite not talking for so long you still followed each other on social media, naturally. ‘Just in case’ kind of thing. ‘just in case’ never came.
Just randomly liked posts from the both of you.
So yeah, maybe he did see you on the back of a couple peoples dirt bikes, and you snogging a couple men, that boyfriend who lasted all but a month. Did Russ hate it?
Not the question he’ll answer tonight. Let’s go back to the original question.
The girl he posted— was his girlfriend. Or ex-girlfriend. Or girlfriend in waiting.
They were on a “break.”
Much needed, Keegan was tired of the fighting, didn’t care for subliminal messages, the interrogations after being stuck at work till 10 pm, jealousy.
Couldn’t stand when someone wasn’t direct with what they wanted out.
“We’re having a disagreement of sorts.”
You give him a confused look but give him a smile, waving over the bartender, you click your tongue, “Right, right. ‘F course.” You nod, but you read between the lines.
Same situation, different fucking trick.
“What about you? There’s always someone playing hookie with you.”
Hell, that was your fucking problem.
Loved the chase, the adrenaline until they asked for too much. Feelings, romance, it left a sour taste in your mouth.
Because the man you wanted, the man beside you, didn’t choose you.
You were over though, right? It was a silly little crush.
This was just friendly conversation.
“I’m taking a break for right now,” you decide, your finger goes around the rim of the new cocktail glass the bartender sat down in front of you.
“Been out dancin though, always out fuckin dancin.”
“Oh, I’m sure,” Keegan amused, when you two used to sneak into clubs and college parties, you danced like it’d be your last night on earth. Tipsy or not, it was like some form of worship for you. Leave whatever bullshit you had right on the floor. And Keegan, absolutely adored you for it. Could watch you swish your hips all night, drag him on the dance floor for a dance or two. It was fun together. You two against the world.
You inhale, “What about Alex, you heard from him?” You ask, lips dancing.
Alex- or Ajax- was another childhood friend between you two. You weren’t as close to him, but Keegan and Alex were best friends.
“He’s still on my ass about every-fucking-thing, gossipy little shit,” Keegs groans playfully and you giggle.
“Some things never change.”
The night is a breeze after that, maybe one drink more split between the both of you but nothing more. Both of you treading lightly, enjoying each others company despite the obvious rift. Ignoring the small awkward pauses by telling stories of the shit you’ve too have gone through during the time apart.
It feels— right for once.
A time where Keegan doesn’t have to worry about anything, his shoulders relax, and the light in his blue eyes feel like them come back. Just for a little while.
The other problem though, you. Who lingered at the back of his mind. Maybe that was what held him back, he was comparing them to you. And he knows he’s dead wrong for it. But he thought maybe you’d go away, fall in love with another man, get married, have kids— the whole shabang!
It only annoyed him more.
A rift, he doesn’t even remember what he or you said that tipped it off. But you too butt heads like you always did back when you were close. Closer than close, arguing with you brought you two that odd normality. Like two kids at the playground who’d make up soon enough. Just, adults this time.
With festering anger. Jealousy, words left unsaid.
“Don’t go talkin over me-“
“-Like you haven’t been doin the same?-”
“-Because your bitchin-“
“I’m tellin you the truth because no one else will!” You say it like it’s the obvious, you tilt your head, “You waltz around here like you know everything, like you're better than everyone cause you left but you’re still hurting. From your shitty parents, to Carmen, your job that has you exhausted all the fucking time that one other girl and now- what is her name?” you snap a couple times over your head, finding the answer within yourself.
It clicks, “Tracy. Tracy, who’s really given you hell for being away all the time. ‘M sure she thinks you’re cheatin on her. It’s hard. Ain’t it? Got someone like that playin in your fucking face like that, doubting you… I’m just sayin.”
“You’re talkin too fuckin much.” He grumbles, swinging the rest of his drink back.
“Don’t I always?” One side of your lips curve up, taunting. “That hasn’t changed about me. But you, Mr. Run-away, you don’t think I have the same ears you do around here? Lookin for your parents— that little part ‘f you won’t let ‘em go and I don’t know why you keep comin to look for ‘em when it’s no fuckin point.”
It’s too much, always too damn much, he curses you “Watch your fuckin mouth [+].”
You shake your head, push, push, push, until it clicks— hook, line—
“It’s driving you crazy bein in this little shit of a town again, but it’s nothing holding you here anymore. Go live your fucking life Keegan. For once, you’re so worried about other people, focus on your fucking self. Go fix your relationship, be with that woman who you know won’t give you what you really want.”
There it is. The unwanted truth.
Sinker.
Keegan’s whole life he yearned for family, stability, him being the only one in his family to hold it together. That’s why he was so adamant about knowing people, making connections, even if he wasn’t the most social of the bunch. He could get people to remember him so easily.
But people left— his family left without him, heart broken over Carmen just up and leaving him, and then he left you— everything fell apart. Couldn't love the same, care for people the same.
His grip on the empty glass loosens, you wanna dance? He’ll dance. “I’m not the only one runnin after demons—“
You scuff, “-Oh please-“
“—Like I haven’t heard about your mom making you pay her bills, that house that you don’t live in miraculously having your name on it. How she’s asking around for money even when she comes to your place making a fucking ruckus— you’re covering for her.” He informs you, sneering.
If you can lay it allll out, so can he— can’t he?
“You play coy in everyone’s face but I know better, I know you would beg for help if your pride would let you. I know that you’re just as scared to leave as I am, that you stay here cause that’s all you know. Probably sock her in her face if so many people weren’t watching you. It’s tiring you out, you probably need a vacation. Running after people who don’t give a shit is a common trait between you ‘nd me kid, wears us thin. But we’re one and the same, do the same bullshit. That’s never changed.”
If you had a drink, you’d throw it. Right at his skull.
“Pay the tab, shit head.” You snarl, pushing the drink away and grabbing your purse. Walking right through the half empty bar and out the doors.
The cold air hit your face, doing a quick scan of the parking lot for your car. Maybe there’s some stuff you shouldn’t have said, let Keegan figure it out himself. But you were never good at shutting up, just like your fucking mother.
And you couldn’t stand things not going your way. Even worse when people smacked you in the face with the truth. It hurt.
You rolled your eyes, stomping your foot to the pavement in annoyance.
You felt a hand go to your waist and you almost yelped, until you heard a familiar husky whisper in your ear, “Shut up and move.”
You liked the chase, loved getting caught— loved being used.
Well, only by Keegan.
You’d take all his anger, everything he was willing to give you, and make him feel even better. Take him on a much needed vacation. And he’d take you there too.
Even if it was 45 minutes that made the whole car rock back and forth.
You manicured hand, claw at his seats, his tip pressing right into your g-spot. Keegan was thick, so undeniably wide, how much he stretched your sticky walls, you weren’t even sure he’d be able to fit inside after so long.
But he made it fit, eased himself in by rubbing your little clit, smirking, “Such a slut for me Princess, can’t even use that fuckin brain can you?”
You hiccuped, hand pressing at his thigh to try to relieve yourself, but he just gave it to you deeper, kept your hand behind your back.
His fingers glide against the back tattoo, large angel wings, so beautiful, newly retouched—
“When you get these re-done, heh- they’re so pretty.” He hisses as your pussy tightens around him.
“Doooont,” you slur, eyes rolling to the back of your skull, “hmm, ah- don’t ask a-about that right now.”
“I’ll ask what I want,” he rasps, whispering curses as he frantically fucks you, “when I want. Who told you, you were in charge here? Huh?”
And then, there's a harsh thwack that fills the car, from two of Keegan’s large fingers down to your precious cunt, one that makes your sob in pleasure, tears forming on your face.
“A-Again Kee!” you croon, almost at the finish line, you can feel it down in your gut.
The older man snickers, “You should use your manners doll, been so rude to me all night. What happened to that nice girl I used to know.”
A pout forms on your lips, looking back at him with those pretty brown eyes, he almost gives into you right then and there. You whimper, “Please- hnngh- please spank it again Keegan.”
God, he loved you. Loved the shit out of you, and your messy fucking pussy. Could never say no to you even after all this fucking time.
He let your arm go, gripping your hips with one so hand, definitely leaving a bruise and giving your Pearl a niiiice and mean slap making you jolt forward as he jackhammers inside your pink walls.
You wither around him, your tight walls quickly pulsing around Keegan’s girth. “Fuuuck, Keegan oh my god!” You sob. When’s the last time you came so hard? Your entire body shaking, can barely think straight, you have to wipe the drool that’s fell from your mouth.
Keegan pulls you up, still on his dick, letting you rest just for a second with your head on his shoulder. “Feels good not to think so much, don’t it princess? Racking that poor brain of yours been so hard on you, huh?” He coos, wiping the sweat from your forehead.
The car’s hot now, steam filling the windows, you don’t even remember where you are. You pant but nod none the less, unable to talk.
“Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna fuck you just how you need.” He grunts, slowly bucking his hips up into you.
You find his hands, wrapping them around you as you meet him halfway, swiveling your hips and slamming yourself down on him.
“There you go gorgeous, so fuckin pretty,” he hums in delight, his mouth kissing from shoulder to your neck, to your cheeks to your ear, making you moan.
You move against each other in tandem, slow, but hard, rock steady. Your head falls down as the pleasure gets to you, “Fuck, fuck, fuck annh- feels so good, soo big, fuckin bastard.” maybe you muttered it to Keegan, maybe to God— someone.
“Yeah, you still mad at me? Sure doesn’t look like it, doesn’t feel like it either.” He chuckles, plunging deeper into you, holding you tighter, one hand kneading one of your perfect tits.
“Damn it, shut up!” Pulling him into a sloppy kiss by his black wavy locks. Moans from the both of you hitting the walls of his car, as smacks from both your bodies and lips fill your ears.
It’s so much, too much—
You pull away, trying to get away from his hold, but Keegan grips onto you, slamming you down on his length, the sloshing sound of your sobbing cunt loud enough, you're sure someone outside the car can hear you.
“One more yeah, baby girl? You can give me one more can’t you?”
You shake your head, eyes squeezing shut, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t-“ you keen, more tears falling down your face.
“You can doll, come on baby, it’s okay” and his hand comes down to your clit, rubbing it in fast small circles. You squeal, “Kee!”
But he calms you down, kissing your cheek as he lets the feeling in your build up to the hilt— “That’s it Doll, you got it, let it go.”
You cry as you hit euphoria, letting him thrust into your pussy a few more times till he fills you with his own release, to the brim.
A perfect way to end the night.
Least you got what you wanted.
a/n: I know this actually a lot of plot than smut and it Vice versa, I lied. We all need to lie for plot sometimes. Yes there are plot holes, more to come (if anyone reads this.) yes I threw one daddy in there, you won’t die over it. Lmk what you guys think😚😚
