#cod russ

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😚😚