A movie night
CW: smut, slight degrading, dirty talk, reader is a female, dom Keegan P. Russ
Ever since he was young, Keegan was perceived as quiet. Spooky. Never talked much as a kid, and even when he did, it would be a couple sentences you never knew what to make of. When he joined The Ghosts, he was seen as the quiet member of the team. The stealthy one, one of the best snipers in his entire division. When he glared at someone with those piercing, blue eyes of his, they knew to either run for their life or surrender, because they weren't making it out either way.
Long story short, everyone who met him was scared of him at one point.
Until he met you.
It was nothing fancy or spectacular, you two met at a restaurant on the corner of a street while he was on his lunch break. You were walking past and accidentally knocked over his drink with your bag, apologizing what seemed like a million times and offering to buy him a new one. Buying him a drink turned into a date. One date turned into a couple more, which turned into movie nights at his house and stealing kisses in the dark. You two didn't need labels, you were his and he was yours, and you two clicked like puzzle pieces.
Tonight in particular turned very heated very fast. It started off innocent, a hand on your thigh while you watched a movie, riding up higher and higher until you squirmed. Leaning into you casually, putting an arm over your shoulder and messing with your hair. The breaking point was when he pulled you into a cuddle, his lips finding that spot that makes you shiver right below your ear. You could feel him grinning against your skin, like he knows what he's doing. And he does. He always does.
In an instant you were on his lap, lips crashing against his like neither of you could wait a second longer. It's all teeth and tongue and absolutely no grace as you straddle his lap, using his shoulders to hold yourself steady.
"Tease." You mutter against his lips, wincing a little when you feel his teeth tug on your bottom lip as a warning for mouthing him off. You've never gone further than kissing, so you don't really know what to expect. But the heat pooling between your legs seems to grow when he snaps his hips up once, making you feel just what you're doing to him. What you've been doing to him since you two met.
"Feel that?" He all but growls against your mouth as he tugs you back down on him, grinning as you try to wiggle free uselessly. "All you, love." He hums, giving your lip another sharp bite. You barely have time to process the fact that his hands are slowly riding up your— his—shirt, squeezing and caressing every bit of skin they can reach. He then trails them back down your body, over your hips before sliding to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "God you're gorgeous. So fucking perfect." He breathes, his voice so deep it goes straight to your core. He could talk to you all day and you wouldn't get tired of it.
He's loving all the sounds you're making, the breathy little moans and whimpers when he touches you just right.
Every thrust of his hips, every tug of his hands, you're meeting him halfway. Grinding against him and leaning into his touch like you were made to do so. After a while of sloppily kissing, his lips trail down the side of your face and down to your neck, leaving marks and bruises that are dark against your pale skin.
"..fucking mark you up. Gonna think of me all day tomorrow." He mutters against your skin, giving it another bite before soothing the sting with a soft kiss.
"Please.." you breathe, unable to stop the moan that rips out of you when he nips at your collarbone.
"Hm? Didn't catch that. What do you want, love?" He questions, challenging you. Seeing how far he can push before you start begging for real.
"Need you. Need you so bad, please.." you plead, not even caring how ridiculous you sound. You just need him. On you, in you, anywhere.
And boy does he oblige. How could he not, when his little angel sounds so pretty? When you're begging to be wrecked, ruined for everyone who even tries to get this close to you?
You don't need to say another word before he's literally tossing you onto your back, and you have to brace yourself for a moment so you don't slip off the couch. He's ripping his shirt off in an instant, exposing his torso and his scars. But you don't mind the scars, all you can focus on are his hands and how fast they work to undo your zipper. You make quick work of your shirt, tossing it somewhere in the dark living room. Lifting your hips up, you help him take off your jeans, your underwear coming off with them.
And then he just.. stares. He looks mesmerised, like he's afraid to break you if he touches you. "Look at you. You're so, so beautiful." He muses, sounding like he just left earth and saw heaven itself.
But that feeling is short lived when you glance up at him with those round, pleading eyes, begging him for more. Needing him like you need air. And he's a weak, weak man.
"You say the word and I'll stop, okay?" He mumbles as he traces a hand along your waist, down to your hip then back up to cup your breast. Because as rough as he is, Keegan Russ doesn't take anything without permission. Even if it's his. All you can do is nod, basically panting as you wait for him to finally give you what you need. What you've been craving.
One of his hand slips down between your legs, fingers gently running over your folds. "Shit, you're soaked. All this for me?" He smirks, the expression on his face almost cocky as he hears you whimper ever so softly.
"Yeah, all for you. Only for you." You choke out, voice cracking with need.
"Aaaattagirl.." He drags out, one finger pushing into your wet cunt. You can't help the lewd sound that leaves your lips, something between a moan and a whine of frustration. You need more. You need all of him.
After a couple thrusts, he slips another finger into you, curling them just right and touching that sweet spot that makes you see stars. His thumb moves up to press down on your clit, his fingers picking up their pace as you get closer to the point of no return.
"This what you've been wanting? Hmm? A sergeant finger fucking you stupid? Yeeeah, you have. You're making a mess already." He taunts, making a sound between a scoff and a laugh as you try to clench your thighs around his hand. You can't speak, you cant even mouth him off like usual, all you can do is moan and whimper as he unravels you completely.
But just when you're about to cross that edge.. he stops. Pulls his fingers out entirely, leaving you empty and aching.
"Oh, poor thing.. don't worry, I'll fill you up good." He hums as he hears your frustrated moan. His hands move to undo the buckle of his belt, doing it so painstakingly slowly you swear it takes 10 minutes. But when he finally lets his cock spring free, already messy and leaking pre-cum, it only takes him a couple thrusts of his hand before he's lining himself up with your entrance.
And when he eases into you, he could swear he sees all the stars in the world.
"Shit— fuck, you're so tight. Taking me so well." He grunts, his forehead falling to rest against your shoulder. You're not doing much better yourself, your body arching off the couch as you take him, raw and deep and so, so thick. When he finally bottoms out, he takes a minute to compose himself before he starts moving. The thrusts start off slow, but eventually pick up pace when you start mumbling "Please.." and "Faster.."
And when you moan his name? Oh, he's done for.
His thrusts turn brutal, ruthless and absolutely merciless. Your vision blurs with tears, both of your moans and sighs mixing as he fucks into you. Pain and pleasure mix as you get close again, your walls clenching around him.
"Gonna come.. please Keegan.. pleasepleaseplease.." you babble, not even sure if you're making any sense as you chase that release.
"Good fucking girl. Come on, come on.. theeere you go.. all over my cock, just like that." He praises you as you let yourself go, falling apart and clawing at his shoulders uselessly. He helps you ride out your orgasm, his pace slowing down but not stopping.
"Give me another one, c'mon." He groans as he starts fucking into you faster again, letting out a full on moan when you clench around him again.
"Can't— s'too much.. too much.." you whimper. But he's close himself, you're overstimulated and he's not having it.
"Yeah you can. You're— fuck you're doing so good. Come on.." he breathes, his pace starting to slow down as he gets closer. And then the coil in his lower abdomen snaps, and he spills into you. Hot and thick, groaning when you cum alongside him.
It takes you both a moment to calm down, his softening cock still inside you as he breathes heavily against your sweat-slick skin. And when you finally come to, you're boneless and spent, but completely satisfied.
"..I love you." He whispers into your hair, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. And then and there, you know his arms and his warmth are where you wanna spend the rest of your life. Nowhere else but him.