Keegan x Y/N | Fem : Claim me

Just Friends, My Ass.

God, you were sore in all the right places.

But as much as you would love to put all the blame into this morning's work out session.

There was no argument that Keegan did a number on you last night.

You still couldn't fathom how he simply demolished your inner walls. Repeatedly bulldozing his way in, chipping away parts and taking each piece to reconstruct you back together to suit him and him only.

Recrossing your legs for the 20th time today, you squirm in your office chair, fighting the urge to extinguish the wildfire of arousal.
It was a struggle to maintain focus with last night's performance replaying, distracting you from paperwork that was due by the end of the day.

Deep rooted embarrassment swarms with unquestionable desire. As frustration weeds, you finally force yourself to step away from your desk, taking a break to go and walk around the company.

Surely, some fresh air will do the trick.

After walking aimlessly for some time, you wandered into the company's armory. There you saw the regular bunch, fucking around per usual.

Soon, the overlapping voices gradually hushed with all heads in the room turning in your direction. A few soldiers quietly snickered and whispered amongst themselves, thinning your eyes in suspicion, but decided it was better to not ask any questions.

Somehow, last night, word had gotten out and rolled over into today's hot gossip. Unknowingly to you, the swirl of rumors had knitted a blanket of awkwardness, swaddling you completely.

"You have fun last night, L/N?" Asked a random soldier. By the sound of his tone, he was definitely a dared. The question alone had your cheeks glowing with palpable embarrassment but, as hard as it was, you kept your cool.

"Depends on who's asking?" You retort as you faced the giggling soldiers, folding your arms defensively across your chest, giving them an audacious look of 'Just try and fuck with me.'

At this point, Keegan had just strolled in, placing his rifle meticulously on the leaden gun rack, paying no mind to the room's current focal point. It wasn't until what he overheard that made him see nothing but red.

"You were playing with yourself last night?"

"Actually, I wasn't, Corporal Neece." You shot back moving a hand to your hip, rolling your eyes to the back of your skull, disgusted that this was even up for discussion.

"Riiight...then, you must've been playing with your imaginary boyfriend." Neece meddles on, getting a kick out of how red your face had turned. "Awe, don't be so bashful, Y/N."

Your mouth flops open and right as the natural instinct to slap the ever living shit out of this man, Keegan's large hand seized your wrist and stationed himself on your front lines. His veins bulge on the verge of bursting with rage. Curling his fingers tightly into a fist, Keegan's piercing gaze waned in on the now mousey soldier.

"How about this, Corporal. I'm the boyfriend. Do I look real enough to you?" Keegan attested, taking a step forward and cornering Neece with fear lodging itself in his throat, he frantically nods when his back pressed against the cool metal of the weapon's cabinet. "Good. Now, get lost...all of you."

Keegan's authority was never one to be messed with and when he started barking out orders; it meant business. Everyone scrambled, heading Keegan's order before they all scurried off.

All, except for you.

"I didn't need you to come to my rescue." You said sharply, snatching your wrist back, desperately trying to conceal the humiliation you felt. "I'm perfectly capable of handling myself."

Keegan scoffs. "You're not denying it this time, Sweetheart."

"There's nothing to deny. We're just friends." You repeated your infamous rebuttal.

Taking a finger, Keegan gently guides your face, lifting your chin up so your eyes meet with his frosty blues. You innately hold a breath in when you feel his other hand snake to the small of your back. "Are you done? Because I'm getting real sick of this little game you're trying to play right now. We both know what happened. You know damn well that we have something...something real..."
Your bottom lip backpedals between your teeth when Keegan's thumb skates across, reimagining how they perfectly molded to his last night. With the heat between your bodies radiating, you lean into Keegan's supportive embrace, perching your arms over his shoulders, no longer denying the insatiable chemistry.

Resting his forehead on yours, Keegan's next words bristled your skin with goosebumps.

"Claim me."

Right on cue, you pull Keegan's skull balaclava up to the bridge of his nose and without a second to spare, your lips collided fervently. Keegan deepens the kiss as his tongue eagerly invades your mouth, exciting a few soft moans out while you relish on the taste of his control. Keegan's hand falls to cup the shape of your ass, flawlessly it manipulated underneath his palm, his pants grow uncomfortably tight when the flashbacks of last night begin rolling in. The fire of arousal continues to spread when Keegan lightly nips at your bottom lip, your hips take initiative, desperately gyrating against his, igniting primal urges of his own.

Just as stars began to fill your vision, a husked voice took you both by surprise, nearly pissing yourself in the process.

"So you two are an item." Logan casually publicized with a studious expression. "Could've fooled me, to be honest."

Panicking, you immediately shoved Keegan away with enough force that the air in his lungs come out as a hushed grunt and his expression sours at friendly distance you created as well as the stammering excuses that started pouring from your mouth. Logan's hand eventually comes up in protest, putting a pause on you.

"You don't have to explain yourself, Y/N. You two make a cute couple. I'm just happy Hugh Hefner over here finally found a good one."