Call of Duty Oneshots

Electrical closet. (Keegan x Reader) 🔞

TW: Sexual themes.

You sit across the table from Keegan, the low hum of conversation filling the room as your captain briefs the team on the upcoming escort mission. Keegan's presence across from you is both comforting and distracting. His features draw your attention despite the gravity of the briefing.

As the captain delves into the mission details, your eyes involuntarily wander over Keegan's form. The subtle play of emotions on his face doesn't go unnoticed, and he catches you stealing glances. With a sly smile, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out his cell phone discreetly from under the table. You feel a buzz against your thigh, and you glance down to see a text from him.

"Enjoying the view?" A soft smile plays on your lips while your fingers move against your phone.

"Maybe just a little. Focus on the mission, though." His mischievous smile grows, and he responds almost immediately.

"Can't help it when I've got such a distracting girlfriend. How about we celebrate after the mission?" You shoot him a teasing glance and bite your lip as you type out your response.

"How about before?"

"I'm listening..."

"Electrical closet on the east wing after the briefing?" You look up and Keegan nods subtly, a smile growing on his face.

You find yourself pressed against the wall with his body pinning you there. His mouth crashes against yours hungrily, and he thrusts his tongue deep into your mouth, exploring every corner as his hands roam over your body. Keegan groans deeply into the kiss, one hand trailing down your back while the other grips your hair tightly. Your body relaxes under his touch, and you gasp as his thigh presses against your core. You feel a wave of heat spread through your lower abdomen, igniting a fire deep within you.

His fingers trace against the hem of your cargo pants as you slowly grind against his leg, letting out small moans of pleasure. The closet is filled with the sound of rustling fabric and heavy breathing. His hand slides down against your stomach, past the hem of your underwear. You moan into the kiss, arching your back as he teases your entrance. You grab onto his shoulders, urging him to move inside of you.

You gasp as he slides his fingers inside you, feeling him stretch your hole as you clench around his digits. He moves his fingers in and out of you slowly, delighting in the wetness he finds within you. Keegan watches your reactions intently, his breath coming in shorter gasps as he becomes more and more aroused.

"Keegan please, I need you."

He quickly flips you around and pushes you against the wall. You slide your cargos down as he does the same. With that, he slowly begins to push his cock against your entrance, teasing you with the head before pushing inside. As he feels himself pushing past your barrier, he groans deeply, his hips jerking slightly in response to the tightness surrounding him. He takes his time, inch by agonizing inch, making sure you're ready for him.

His hand reaches down between your legs, teasingly brushing against your clit. He rubs your clit in small circles and you shudder against him, arching your back as he continues to thrust deep inside you. You moan, your voice breaking as he covers your mouth with his hand. "Can't have anyone catching us princess." His hips continue to slam against your ass. He laughs softly against your neck, his thick cock finding just the right spot over and over again.

He latches onto your neck with his mouth, leaving love bites on your skin as he pumps into your cervix. The sensation is overwhelming, and you feel your body shuddering with each powerful thrust. Your muffled moans echo in the small space as you lose yourself in the moment. Keegan's fingers leave your clit and push down against your lower back causing you to arch against him more. His throbbing cock slams into you at a pace that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head. You can feel his length stretching you, filling you to the brim.

You reach down and tease your clit, bringing yourself closer to the brink. His breathing is ragged, and he groans out your name. His hips snap forward as he finally releases, filling you with his hot, thick cum. You cry out against his hand, your body shuddering as you cum around him. His pace slows as he continues to thrust into you sporadically.

His breath fans against your ear as he leans against you, his hand leaves your mouth to lift your cargos back up. You lean against the wall and catch your breath, your body still coming down from your orgasm. He adjusts the belt on his cargos and leans down against your ear, "You should get cleaned up baby, the helo lands soon."

He steps back and takes a moment to relish your disheveled state before opening the door and motioning for you to go first. You roll your eyes and leave the closet, the both of you making your way to the bathroom to clean up before the mission.