Biker Keegan Russ x Reader Pt 1.
(Platonic Ghosts x Reader x Keegan)
(Keegan has a toxic ex, but he doesn’t know how to love well or love deeply. He has a toxic relationship with his self worth. You meet by accident, and you actually don’t think it’s a good idea…but…something pulls you toward this man.)
There will be some smut and angst.
Keegan takes a drag of his cigarette. He inhales long and slow before holding it in. He lets the smoke go after a moment. He holds the cigarette between his teeth as he ties his boots on. His muscles flex, only his bottom half covered. His body shines under beams of sunlight that breaks through the cracks of his curtains. He grunts trying a better angle. He finishes his boots and sits up taking another puff.
He flicks the ash in a tray and leaves it there, burning. He didn't want to deal with her today. She wanted to go to dinner, probably cause a scene, and then end up under him before the day ends.
Keegan hates it but he can't stop coming back for more. Days of the military wearing him thin and filling his balls with pent up stress. He's gotta be careful, can't risk any mishaps. She'd demand him for a ring, or child support. He'd pay of course, but the woman is nowhere near fit to be a mother.
He takes another puff. He should cut her off. Leave her be. The other guys are always telling him to drop her, says she's bad news. And she is. But she's as fucked up as Keegan is. Not as committing as other women.
Keegan just needs to fuck. He'll sit through a shitty dinner if it means he can get some relief.
He looks at the text from Logan. It's a little more angry, so he gets up and stubs out his cigarette. He puts on his shirt, and protective jacket. He grabs his helmet and keys. He steps outside, the sunlight warm and inviting. He walks with the wood creaking under his boots. He makes his way downstairs and to his bike. He starts her, letting her idle while slipping his helmet on. He buckles under his chin and revs.
He waits a minute before getting on. He peels out of the apartment complex, turning right, onto the road. He finally relaxes for the first time all day, feeling wound up and agitated. Lunch and pool with the boys should be good. Get his mind off this date. He really needs to stop thinking with his dick.
He arrives and takes his helmet off. He's immediately clapped on the back by Logan. He smiles and turns around. He gives him the barest of hugs and they start talking. Walking in, the others are already playing pool, Hesh ordering a drink.
They spot him and over a wave. Merrick hands him a pool stick. Keegan watches the game at play.
“The fuck took ya so long?” Kick asks.
“Just had some errands.” Keegan tries to play it cool. Merrick rolls his eyes.
“Not shackin’ up with lil miss?” He asks, making Keegan cringe. Logan shakes his head.
“No he dropped her ass last week.” He says flatly. The boys look at him.
“Oh really?” Merrick asks. Keegan shifts uncomfortably and Logan immediately spots.
“You did break it off with her didn't ya?” He asks, annoyance in his voice.
“Oh Jesus Christ!” Logan exclaims, covering his face.
“Dude what the hell?” He asks and Keegan shrugs. Kick pipes up.
“Pussy can't be that good.” Keegan shrugs again, taking a smoke from Merrick.
“It's something.” He says simply. Logan groans.
“Man, she's psychotic. Why her?”
“Yeah come on Keegan, don't you want to settle down eventually? Stop running around with her ass?” Merrick asks.
“Who's Keegan running around with now?” Hesh asks coming back with a pitcher of beer. Logan rats him out.
“He's back with what's her name.”
Hesh looks slowly at Keegan.
“You fuckin’ serious?” He says
“Pussy can't be that good.” Kick, throws up his arms.
Keegan rolls his eyes and rubs a hand over his tired face. Logan pats his back.
“Alright we’ll let off.” He says. Keegan grunts a response. He really doesn’t want to deal with the boys or his date tonight. He’s stressed and he just wants to wind down. The boys ease up and they start on rounds of pool. Keegan, who is usually good at pool, misses a little more than usual. He occasionally sinks the ball he was aiming for, other times not even close. His eyes are tired and his arms are heavy. No one comments on it.
After a few rounds Keegan’s phone goes off. Logan and Hesh look at him immediately. Keegan opens his phone and sighs.
Kick struggles to hold back.
“Kick!” Alex says with a bite. “Leave it.”
“No, I’m sick of it. Russ, you need someone good for you, who won’t add stress to your life.” Keegan’s back tenses up. The group can only hear the shoddy music playing, the sound of other games, and people talking outside their bubble. But to them the silence from Keegan seems stifling. He hangs his head.
His bed creaks with effort. Keegan’s back sweats from the work he is putting in and she can’t even try to do something. Biting him, scratching him, something. She just lays there like a fish moaning in an annoying way.
Dinner was terrible. Some uptight place she wanted to go because she saw reviews online and her friends had been taken there or something. All she did the whole time was complain. The lighting, the staff, the goddamn silverware. She snapped at the waiter for trying to explain the menu. And then after, she told him how excited she was to come back. After he paid the almost $200 bill because she wanted the “viral” appetizers.
They ended up leaving early because she ran her foot up his leg and over his crotch. It didn’t take much and he was paying the bill and driving back to his house.
He needed this. He didn’t need her, but he needed this. He slams into her hard, trying to get himself off, but it’s not enough anymore. She doesn’t even feel that good, but the way she’s screaming tells him he’s doing it for her. He tries to will a release out of himself but it isn’t happening.
He finally stops and she sits up.
“Why’d you stop? I was close.”
“I can’t…not now…” He trails off. Keegan is a confident man. But tonight he felt a little shame.
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Look I had a hard week, I don’t really feel in the mood.”
“But I got all dressed up, wore the perfume you like…and all for nothing?!”
“Look if you could just-”
“No.” She pushes him away. “How dare you.” She starts and Keegan cocks his head. What the fuck is she on about?
“I never had this problem before, this is your fault.” She states.
“Call me when you’re not so fucked up.” That makes him cringe. Usually he is so good at listening to her bullshit. She can be cruel, but a lot of the time she’s just a ditzy civilian.
“What did you say?” Keegan stands up and looks at her.
“Get the fuck out of my house.” He says coldly. Her mouth gapes, shocked because he never spoke to her this way.
“I know I know you won’t come back, good, I am done with you and your batshit crazy bipolar attitude.” Keegan grits his teeth trying not to say too much. She fumbles with her clothes shouting obscenities at him while he tunes it out. She throws something at him, but he barely notices. She leaves with a slam that doesn’t register. After a moment, Keegan gets up and locks his front door. He sits back down on his bed. He sighs again.
He opens his phone and pulls up a random porn site. He uses it to get himself off. It takes some time, building himself up, tugging on himself until he feels better. Then he feels empty.
He showers and allows himself to sleep. His sheets still smell like her over priced perfume and he grimaces. He gets up to change the sheets, unable to bear it, but his couch makes his back hurt. He sprays his sheets with his cologne for good measure.
When he lays back down it smells like him.
You shouldn’t have come this way. You shouldn’t have. You should have just stayed home and done nothing, or done something else. No, instead you decide to be active and go for a run in the mountains. Now here you sit on the ground, a twig poking your leg, and scraped knees because you didn’t see the hole in the ground and now your ankle is twisted.
You also chose to do some secluded hike AN HOUR away from your house.
You have NO connection out in the woods. Great. Now you’ll be trapped and be eaten by a fucking bear and the rest is history. You try not to panic but it’s hard not to. Luckily it’s morning so it won’t be dark anytime soon. You try crawling in the direction of your car.
After getting almost nowhere, you settle for hopping on one foot. The shock to your left ankle for bearing all your weight is intense and you only manage to hop a few steps before you fall forward and grab onto a tree. You are huffing from the exertion and pain, the sweat on your back at a point where it is too overstimulating.
You groan thinking you’re hopeless.
