Keegan x Y/N | Fem : Claim me

A River in Egypt.

No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't tear your eyes away.

Tension weighed in the air, growing heavier by the second. The way your body ached all over, served as a constant reminder.

You could still feel his imprint inside of you...

How his lips captured yours...

What he tasted like on your tongue...

How intoxicating it all was...

Keegan's arms fold across his chest as he leaned against his doorframe, expecting you to say something — hell, maybe even curse his name this time. But instead, you sat there in his bed, naked and frozen, mentally trying to grasp that you crawled into his bed instead of Logan's.

"I have to admit, Sweetheart. You did surprise me tonight. This was the last thing I would've expected from you." Keegan chuckles lowly then lets out a heavy sigh, completely amused by spontaneous act tonight. Tilting his chin down, his ocean blue eyes glance over, admiring how beautifully you looked in your disheveled state.

"Don't tell me cat got your tongue?"

Blinking a few times, you let out a disdainful scoff.

"Are you really fucking with me, right now?" You say with bitterness in your tone, glaring resentful daggers at Keegan.

"I mean I kinda already did that and then some." He quipped with a shrug of his shoulder, clearly un-wavered by the radiation that you produced. Just for the hell of it, Keegan throws in, "You were practically gushing all over my dick. Who knew Sergeant L/N was a squirter?" He croons with a smirk while your face turns beet red getting riled up.

Asshole...

You turn away, irritation and embarrassment swelling, sulking over the blatant mistake you've made. Unknowingly, your head begins to shake, denial surfaces, burying the truth deep within.

"No. This-" You point up, spinning your finger in a circular motion, "This did not happen." With that, you climb out of Keegan's bed, hastily gathering up your clothes and belongings.

"Y/n..." Keegan sniffed while his eyes rake over you, soaking in your contours and curvature. He bites his inner cheek, stifling back a groan when you slip back into your magenta lingerie. Even though it was meant to be for Logan eyes only, he might as well burn this moment into his memory.

Pushing himself from the frame, Keegan stalks over right as you finished getting dressed.

"We're not going to pretend that you didn't break into my room and fuck me like a needy little slut."

Whipping around, you quickly retort, "Oh we definitely are. If anyone and I mean i.e, Logan, asks any questions tell hi—"

"I fucked your brains out?" Keegan taunts.

Your mouth snaps shut, Keegan's gall momentarily throws you off your equilibrium. Grinding your teeth into dust, you regain some of your patience and take a deep breath in. "If Logan asks, tell him that I had a long day and I called it an early night." You say, stupidly slow and with necessary clarity.

As you go to push past Keegan, he deliberately steps in your way, blocking your path. Your eyes shoot up, thinning with palpable ire.

Dropping his arms from his chest and smoothly taking his left hand, Keegan places a curled finger underneath your chin, easily lifting upwards to force you to meet his unchaste gaze. Leaning forward, the void between you closes as the warmth of his breath ghosts over your lips, sending a surge of electricity that coincided with the blue color of his irises.

You could've pushed him back at any given point.

For whatever reason, you didn't.

Your heart pounded in your ears with blood rushing to your cheeks flushing them imperial red. Fighting the urge to pucker, your lips finds refuge between your teeth, however they roll out with eagerness.

The pads of his fingers brush up your arm with a feather-like touch, prickling your skin with goosebumps. Keegan indulged on the way your body responded to him, understanding exactly what buttons to push and when.

"Look at you." His voice deepened, swaying his head steadily to side, teasing at the thought of his lips against yours. "As much as you want to desperately deny what happened between us, your body certainly won't. But, if I had to take a bet right now..." Keegan's eyes trailed down along with his words. "Your sweet little pussy is probably mourning me. Waiting for me to go down and give her a little kiss." He chuckles lowly.

Anger and arousal swept through you, masking a scowl at his claim. Before you could protest, his thumb glides across your plumped lips, stopping you from doing so.

Keegan's touch purposefully lingered for a moment as he read your body language, noting the subtle twitches and shift in your breathing, craving for more as if you've been deprived your whole life. The corners of his mouth curled completing the smug expression painted on his face.

"That's what I thought." He rasped, backing away to turn towards his bed, casually plopping his body atop of it with his hands interlaced and resting on his chest.

Disappointed by his withdraw, you pursed your lips. "I'm serious, Keegan. Nothing happened." Your tone compacted with stiff warning.

With his eyes closed, he honeyed, "The Nile is a river in Egypt, Sweetheart."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm saying, you're in denial." Keegan clarifies, putting much emphasis where it was needed.

A pregnant pause allowed his words hang true in the air. Your chest billowed with petulance, growing testy with Keegan's comical comebacks.

"Whatever. I'll see you tomorrow morning at the gym." you scoffed partnered with an eye roll, no longer putting up with his shit. Double checking that you had all your belongings, without a minute to spare you storm out of his private quarters.

The walls of his room shook, rumbling from the door shutting with hefty force and a laden stillness ensuing right after. Although, the silence was deafening, his thoughts were ear-splitting.

This wasn't going to be 'just a quick fuck.'

There was something about you...

It was absolute torment.