#keeganxreader

You hate when Keegan goes undercover. He would be gone for an undisclosed amount of time and you never knew when he was coming back. Sometimes he would get enough time to himself to call you. Tell you what he could but it wasn't often.

You were not a stranger to the dangers of the mission being a solider yourself. Though in a different unit. However, it only made it worse for you. You knew how dangerous so you knew how easy it was for him to not come home.

He always did though. Sometimes his mood would vary. Times where he lost someone he would lock himself away in his office or shut down for a week or two until he was ready to talk about it. You were always so patient with him.

Times he would come home after a failed mission he would mope around for a couple days before getting back into things. You would always remind him that he couldn't win them all. Tell him it wasn't his fault even if when he told you the story you knew it was. He didn't need it from you . Not you.

Then there was the times he came home from missions he succeeded one. The dangerous ones that made his skin feel like it was electric. You knew the feeling all too well. You knew how hard it was to come down from after.

This was one of those times.

You didn't know he would be home. You spent the day texting his turned off phone. You knew it was turned off for his safety but you also knew when he turned it back on he likes to read your texts like a story. You always texted him about your day while he was gone. This time though, you texted him more than that. You had sent him a couple of suggestive photos. Even one from your memories of his thumb in your mouth with a cock drunk expression in your eyes. You were too busy doing your before shower routine. Smoking a blunt to help you sleep without him, you didn't see your messages get the small little "delivered" message under your texts.

The water in this apartment always took so long to get hot so you turned on the water, blasting your music as you took off your robe hanging it on the door and look in the mirror. You looked over each imperfection you would pick out. Narrowing your eyes at them before seeing your reflect blur with the signal that the water is ready.

The water and your music being so loud you don't hear the door open. Keegan walking into the living room looking around at the small space for you. His phone gripping in his hand with an iron grip. His skin was still electric and he had so much energy he could run a marathon. He planned to. Not running though.

He hears your music and knows you are in the shower. Perfect for him, he needed to shower with the sweat and grime that he was coated in. He moves into the bedroom the smell of your shampoo filling the space. He strips himself of his uniform sighing as the heavy vest is moved off of his shoulders. As soon as his length is freed he groans. The constriction of his pants were killing him, it being made worse by your little photos.

You never bothered to lock the bathroom door when you were home. So he knew he could sneak it without you so much as hearing him. You were so blissfully unaware of his presence in your place. The weed making the water feel like heaven.

He opened the door quietly, closing it the same way. You had your eyes closed as you tilted your head back to allow the conditioner to rinse free. He slid into the shower with you, so close but not touching you yet. No he took time to run his eyes over your soaking figure. He was hooked on the look of you like this but he needed more. His body needed more to decompress. So he reaches forward grabbing your mouth and hooking an arm around your waist to pull you close. His lips moving to your collar.

"Don't scream...not yet...it's just me" He says, you had screamed against his hand briefly eyes widened at his sudden appearance in front of you. You were so stoned you had thought maybe you smoked a bit too much. "Fuck baby I missed you"

He drop his hand from your mouth kissing you. You moaned into his mouth at the sudden pressure. You had missed him so much you felt like just the kiss was enough to bring you to the mood. Your hands traveling to his hips. When you touch his inner hip he goes insane for it. Needy for it. He loved your hands there. He groaned at the pressure.

"Kee when did you get back?" You said when he finally permits you air. He comes out breathless and the sound of it makes his head spin. Fuck did he miss your voice. Miss the nickname he only allowed you to call him.

"Just now, couldn't wait. Need you now" He groans against your skin as he kisses down your neck and jawline. "Fuck I have so much energy. I might get rough"

You moaned at the thought. You fucking loved when he got rough.

"Safeword?" He asks, you knew what he was asking for

"Fanta"

"Good girl, you better use it if you need it." He says, you just nodded. He gestured to his body wash behind your head. "Grab that"

You do and he grabs it from you, tearing his hands off of you was hell and he didn't want to but he had to be clean. He needed to be clean for you. So he grabs your hand squeezing some of the heaven scented gel into your palm. Then moves your wrist to his length. You knew what he wanted. You pumped him like this was lotion and his groans made more heat pool in the bottom of your stomach.

He had done his best to clean the rest of him but your hand almost brought him to his edge too quickly and he forced you hand away effectively accidentally edging himself. He curses and you just look at him as he looks up to the ceiling in the feeling grimacing at his lack of release. He is all soapy and shiny and your high ass is about to melt. He shakes his head.

"Wait for me in the bedroom doll. You're too tempting" You smirked at yourself. Listening and leaving with a sneaky hang brushing his cock. He choked on a groan and fights the urge to pound you against the shower wall right now.

You dried off in the room, and within the next five minutes the water shuts off. Your music forgotten as he moves into the room. He doesn't hesitate grabbing you by the throat and slamming you hard on the bed. You gasped and fidgeted under him. He moves your legs apart with a knee placed between them. He tucked his knee against your core. The friction sending your high ass into heaven. He moves the knee back a millimeter to keep you from it.

"No no, not yet. Not yet. I need you to be my doll for a moment alright? Can you be a good girl for me?" He asks, you whimpered at his words. Internal screeching at how hot he sounds. His deep graveling voice pleading for you to be his fleshlight. You just nod and he leans forward capturing your lips. His kisses are always so sloppy during these times. You loved it. Feeling as his tongue dominates yours and your mouth. He moaned into your mouth at the feeling.

He lifts you off the bed by your throat still moving you in front of the mirrored closet door. Placing you on your knees. His thumb brushing against your lips. You smirk and recreate the photo. Sticking his thumb into your mouth and sucking on it. maintaining eye contact while his blue eyes soak in the sight.

"Fuck doll" He whispered as his thumb leaves your lips. He grabs a hand into your wet and unbrushed hair using his others to guide is member to your lips. Keegan did not have what one would call husband dick. What is husband dick? 5-6 inches. What did Keegan have? A much bigger dick. Summer fling dick. 8 inches and girthy. He knew how to use it too and that was a deadly combination.

So when you open your mouth and he pushes himself all the way back into your throat there is a lot of him to take in. You struggled against the intrusion in your throat and he just moaned. Whined almost at the pleasure.

"That's it baby. Breathe through it out through the nose baby" He sighs he pulls you up for air and you gasp it but he uses it as an opening to slam you back down. Your hand hovers over his thigh. Three taps and he stops thats all you need to do if it becomes too much. You don't use it, but you prepare in case. He begins to fuck your throat at a punishing pace for himself.

He wanted nothing more than to rutt into your pretty mouth with no regard but he couldn't. His care for your comfort still takes over even the worst of thoughts.

You had saliva dripping down your chin and onto your chest and your wetness between your legs was dripping down to your thighs. Every thrust and curse leaving you more and more dripping.

"Look at me" He tells you, you do and he groans making eye contact with you as he thrusts into you. "Fuck you look like such a whore like this. I fucking love when you look like a little whore"

Finally he pulls out of your throat, leaving saliva dropping down your chin again. He swipes it with his thumb and then grabs your chin roughly getting you to your feet as he basically manhandles you to the bed. Your knees hitting the edge and you tip over. A hand on your chest has you pushed into the bed laying down. He looks over your body like this.

"You are so fucking hot" He whines as he moves in his fingers moving to your core and running a gentle finger through your folds. You buck your hips towards him and he laughs. Laughs "Look at you being a bad doll. Dolls don't get to be needy."

"Kee please...I've missed you" You groaned, the weed making you so fucking sensitive that it was torture to be teased in any capacity. He doesn't move his hand from your face. He slides the tip of himself through your folds you whined at the pleasure rolling your eyes at it.

"Ooh baby, you missed me?" he coos teasing you further you nodded and tried to buck your hips to him but he shakes his had. "I don't fucking care doll. Sit still and take it"

His hand moves from your face, down to your throat keeping you in place as he slides through your wet folds. The friction makes your head spin. Soft whimpers falling from your lips which he breathes in like it's air. He is panting and whimpering in his own way at the feeling of your slickness against him. He can't handle it anymore getting further onto the bed releasing you but only for a moment.

"Bend over on the bed. Face the mirror" He demands, you are panting and needy and you listen far too quickly. Sober you would be begging for a little pushback. Tease him. Banter. Anything. Not this time, you just wanted to be fucked. He get behind you watching himself in the mirror, watching your anticipation on your face and it seems to make it worse. He needed you more than he needed air.

He places himself at your entrance and wastes no more time shoving into you. Slamming into you until his hips rests against your ass. The moan that escapes your lips is so lewd that he wishes he had recorded it. He wanted that moan imprinted on his fucking skull.

"Shit Doll, you like it when I shove into you like that don't you?" He asks "What a fucking whore. To like it like this."

"Please move, I need it" You whine

"Dolls don't get to talk" He tells you "Unless it's my fucking name don't say shit"

He shoves a thrust into you making you yelp at the pleasure. Your brain is fuzzy from the weed and the pleasure. You white knuckle the sheets in front of you. His pace picks up, slamming into you like it is all you are there for. The sound of your bodies slapping together and the squashing sound from your slickness. It almost is louder than your panting moans.

"Shit Dollface you feel so fucking good" He groan punctuating the words with hard thrusts he reaches forward grabbing your hair and forcing your head up. "Look at how good you look getting fucked like this"

"Keegan" You moaned which makes his eyes practically roll out of his head.

"Fuck say it again"

"Keegan" You whine

"Just like that Doll. Fuck you feel so good. I missed this tight pussy so fucking much" He growls as he slams harder into you. His other hand moving to your hips calloused fingers digging hard into your hip. "Tell me how much you missed my cock"

"So fucking much kee" You answer, too fast which makes him laugh aggressively pulling you flush against his chest by your hair, ignoring your yelp and sharp exhale. His hand on your hip moving to cup one of your breasts. Moving your hardened nub between his fingers.

"Open that fucking pretty mouth Doll" He orders, you do "Stick out that tongue"

You do that too He spits in your mouth, and groans as he watches you face.

"Fuck you're such a whore. Look at you." He says forcing your head back to the mirror. You take in your cock drunk appearance, far too high and dumb from his dick to focus on your imperfections. Just how lewd and pornographic the scene is. He is thrusting into you so hard and at a punishing pace that leaves you panting harshly. "Look at how well you take this fucking cock Doll. How well do you take it tell me"

"Keegan" You whined not knowing how the fuck you were supposed to reply. You couldn't form a single intelligent thought if you tried. How the fuck were you supposed to reply to that. He shakes his head yanking on your hair again spitting in your mouth again.

"Answer the question. How well do you take my fucking fat cock?" He asks

The whimpers coming from your lips turn into mewls as you attempt to figure out an answer for him. Growing impatient he shoves you back into the bed, pressing your face into the mattress as he picks up his pace. His hand moving to the base of your neck to keep you firmly on the bed but allow you to breathe. His thrusts become erratic and uneven and his moaning turning further into whimpers and groans.

He reaches under you with his other hand ribbing circles into your clit which ignored before so rudely. The waves of warmth and pleasure that radiate through you could have melted the artic. Tightening that ball of tension in your core that threatens your release.

"Fuck you perfect fucking doll. I need you to cum all over me. Come on be a good girl for me. Cum on me" He tells you "You are so fucking perfect you fucking whore. Cum on me"

The stars you see ripping through your vision as your orgasm shatters you remain even as the orgasm passes. They remain in your vision as you clench around him. Tightening further which makes him curse under his breath. Pulling him so close to the release he's needed for months. The release he denied himself in the shower.

"Good fucking girl. Good fucking doll." He grinds out, punctuating the words once again with his hard thrusts. He doesn't last much longer "The answer is so fucking well. You take this dick so fucking well"

The sensitivity in your clit ignites further, unsure on the cause. Weed, his words, his finger still messily slipping around your soaked folds as he fucks you so hard you can't think. You don' t know but you feel yourself building again.

"Kee, cumming" you announce and scream his name and profanities into the mattress. He moans feeling your walls clench around him again. Throwing him off his cliff and his orgasm is so intense that he forgets he still has you in his grasp. Not really forgets but forgets that you are a person for a moment

"Oh fuck" He grinds out through it, his hand on your folds moving to your hips and shoving them into the bed into bone prone as he pushes into you his grasp bruising and hard "Oh fuck Fuck"

He fills you, so much escapes into you from the months he has spent without. His energy depleted and his craving sated.

"Good girl"

**AfterCare**

When he pulls out of you and his mind comes down from it's high he realizes how rough he went near the end. He rolls you over onto your back checking your face for any signs of discomfort.

"You did so good for me. Was I too rough?" he asks you shake your head.

"I should tease you on missions more often" You say, he chuckles and then gets up grabbing a water from the minifridge in the corner. Put in for this reason. He hands you a water with no words. You know to drink it. He walks to the dresser to grab himself boxers and you a pair of his shorts. He stops when he see's the blunt's butt and the lighter he looks back at you. Guilt sweeping through him.

"Are you stoned right now?" He asks you freeze and nod slowly. "Baby I wouldn't have if I-"

Keegan P. Russ

I think you'd be paired with Keegan

He may be quiet but with the right person he shows another side of him

That's where you come in

One night, you were being followed by someone

Luckily Keegan happened to be nearby and told the guy to scram

When he turned around to you, were met with the most gorgeous blue grey eyes... on such a handsome face

"You okay?"

"Yeah..." you'd give a nod

His voice made your heart jump and skip a beat

He offered to walk you home the rest of the way

He notices that you're carrying a book bag, figured you were probably a college student

"What're you studying?"

You tell him what your plans were for college and the future

Whether he was interested or was just listening to you, it felt nice to talk to someone

There was something about him you couldn't ignore....

He asks for your name, and he tells you his

You got so carried away with talking that you didn't realize you were home

He stops at your doorstep

You thanked him, trying not to show how bashful you felt

He just small smiled and replied,"Good night, miss", watching you walk inside before leaving

Every now and then you'd run into Keegan and he'd give you a smile that made butterflies tickle in your belly

For a local magazine/newspaper, there was a short story section that was looking for monthly stories to be submitted

You took the chance and wrote a short story, Keegan being your inspiration

The way you described the male protagonist had same features and qualities like Keegan... except the name was spelled different

When it was published, and after many compliments from the townspeople and your friends, Keegan read it

The story you wrote wasn't too far from the life he lived being a part of the Ghosts

Since then Keegan started getting close to you

And you didn't mind that at all

As he got to know you, the more silly side of you, he couldn't get you off his mind

He's falling for you...

After telling you his feelings for you, you happily accepted him

Because after knowing more about him, you had fallen for him, too

Now you two are inseparable

Some would say a "cute couple"

Keegan loves having you in his arms

He loves holding you, giving you kisses all over, just being so loving

He's so warm and caring

He didn't care if anyone would make fun of him

All that mattered was you and your happiness

His love gift would be acts of service

He'll do things for you: give you a massage, help you get comfy after a rough day, etc.

If he feels that something is bothering you, he wants to know

"Come on, sweetheart. You can tell me anything"

When your sad, or break down in tears, he will hold you and rock you gently, speaking in a soft, slow voice:

"It's alright. I got you, my love. I have you..."

He'll kiss and wipe your tears away

"You're always safe with me" he'd assure you

"I'm always here for you"

He swears to protect you with his life

"Don't move. You haven't came enough to fucking move" He would tell you. "You wanna move around on this dick you need to come on it first"

Which would make you lose your fucking mind. The first orgasm it gives you as him moaning in your fucking ear. Kissing your neck and biting at your jaw a little bit.

"Good girl. Give me another one. My sweet fucking angel give me another one" He would praise

He would do this over and over. You would be begging him to fuck you. Your body would feel so excited but tired at the same time. Clenching around his cock and every clench had him rolling his own eyes back a little.

"Not yet, gotta show you what happens when you just can't fucking wait. Needy fucking angel I'll make you wait" He would grind in your ear.

You would be squirming more from being overstimulated. Sighing and whining and the noises are heaven when they mix with the feeling of you clenching around him like this. You would feel his breath quicken on your back and hear the slight groan.

"Fuck you feel so fucking good" he would moan.

He would dissolve as your squirming and noises and feel overwhelmed him. Only then would he thrust into you. Pushing into you hard and holding you by the throat with his free hand as he thrusts into you. Just to hear your moans when you are getting fucked this overstimulated.

"You sound so fucking good, lemme hear more. Give me more baby" He would moan into your ear.

Which would make him hard which would make him want to actually fuck you this time. Which leaves you more overstimulated and in pleasure tears. Because he's a cocky shit thats why. After though he would give you the best aftercare. He would massage your thighs and back and his massages are heaven. He would get you your favorite warm drink and would cuddle you until you fell asleep.

You wanted to make a good impression, buying a tranfer proof and smear proof liquid lipstick. You didn't want to be in the car on the way home wondering how long your lipstick was splotchy and faded before you noticed. How many conversations you had before you noticed. So you wanted to test it.

Applying it in the mirror of your bedroom closet door. Carefully lining your lips with the product before filling it in and trying to dry it. Waving your hand in front of your face. You tap it with your fingers a couple of times, making sure it's dry Giving yourself a once over in the mirror to decide how you feel. You liked the color. The sinful deep red that makes you look like some sort of siren. At least you know you would to Keegan.

You could hear him in his office, speaking with Marrick. An idea popping in your head. To test it. To Tease him. He was already such a sucker for you. For your touch. For your presence. For your voice. You were walking sin to him and he was delighted to be turned to a sinner if it by your lips.

You creeped to the office he sits in. Leaning back against his chair his phone to his ear. He is talking about an assignment. He glances at you when you enter, smirking at you. Silently approaching. You start off innocent enough, kissing his forehead. Looking down at the spot and seeing nothing had transferred. You lean further down, dragging a hand down his plain black shirt over his chest. He stares down at your hand mumbling a response to a question he's being asked. You kiss his neck and listen as he fumbles over his words.

"Uh..yeah so." He grabs your arm pulling you in front of him. As if that'll stop you. You drop down to your knees, grabbing ahold of the hand he had on your arm. Pulling his finger into your mouth. "Uhh..I was saying...the evac it...uhh the evac..."

You maintain eye contact with this man as he loses his mind at you slowly. Watching your lewd acts with so much arousal he feels himself tight against his cargo pants. You pull his finger free, examining it for any tranfer. Impressed. It didn't. He moves the phone, pressing mute.

"What are ya doin Doll?" He asks gruffly, a warning

"Testing my new lipstick. Look..." You take his finger again sucking slowly from the knuckle to the finger tip. "...no transfer"

His eyes don't leave you and he looks so fucking needy right now. Becoming uncomfortably hard. Straining against his cargo shorts.

"I got something else for you to try it on. Come here" He says, undoing his buckle you watch with a smirk on your face and an emptiness only he could fill in your throat. He unmutes his call pressing it back against his ear. Watching as you take him into your mouth. He presses his lips together to keep from making a sound.

"Yes sir, I will...I will make sure I get that to you by 1600" He says, you can hear the struggle in his voice. "Yes sir, I have some things to take care of first."

You bobs your head along his length, pressing your lips to his base and feeling his hand wraps in your head.

"Yeah..." He strains "I'm fine...just...need to handle some things on my end"

He holds you there, tears prickling the corners of your eyes. Thrusting into your mouth with a need and a fever.

"Copy that sir, talk to you then" He says finally hanging up. He groans "Oh you fucking...fuck you're such a good girl for me right now"

He grabs your hair pulling your mouth from him. Saliva dripping down your chin and the tear falling. He looks over your face. Swiping the drool off with his thumb.

Keegan P Russ.

I think Keegan would be a match for you

At first you both were quiet

Until you warmed up to each other

Loves your witty banter

He'll do anything or say anything just to be able to be around you

What may seem OOC/weird for Keegan is just him trying to get to know you more

He'll act differently around you than with anyone else

He's warmer and more responsive

If you're daydreaming, and if it looks like/you are staring, he'd tease you bit

"Enjoy the view?"

You'd know when he's smiling

His laughs, or even just the sound of his voice would make your heart pound

When he starts having thoughts about you a lot, he'll be flirty with you...

...hoping you'd flirt back

If he visits you when he's off duty, he wouldn't really expect you to have anything "soft"

He notices that you like 'comfy' stuff so expect to get more soft plushies and blankets as gifts... for now

Keegan will tell you that your size is perfect when you complain about your height

Will give you hugs and cuddles

He loves having you in his arms

Nicknames you his own personal teddybear/pillow/any other cute soft name

Loves having his arms around you

Tells you you're perfect

He supports your dreams of being a theatrical actor

He honestly believes that you are really talented and that you will achieve that goal

Is protective of you

During any stressful situations or episodes, he wants to be there for you, to help you through it

Wants you to know that you're not and never will be a burden

"If I didn't care about you, I wouldn't be here"

"Please don't hesitate to call me for anything"

He will do anything for you

I think Keegan's love gifts would be acts of service

Help you wash dishes? Yes

Cook a homemade meal for you while you rest for a bit? Yes

He'll even run a bath for you to help you relax

Along with hugs, he will give you kisses, on top of your head, all over your face...

He just thinks you're so adorable

"... maybe I was right calling you *insert cute plushie name*"

Soon, the word 'care' will turn into 'love'...

He doesn't care what happens, you're everything to him, his world