COD OneShots

Keegan "Get in the truck, Brat."

One of my favorite characters next to Ghost, wise choice of plot Craigyn, Imma have fun writing this one <3

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You and Keegan were out for dinner, Friday date night, you both made sure you went out for a date at least twice a month. If schedules allowed it.

Besides that it was normally staying at home on the couch cuddling and snacking on horrendously unhealthy snack cakes and chips. Hey? Everyone does it right?

Thats beside the point. You wore a dress, and conveniently, you were sat in a booth out on the rooftop tucked back in a corner. Perfect for your plan.

You had already removed your panties when he left for the bathroom, having tucked them into your hand while waiting for him to come back.

Keegan returns and eyes the dessert menu, seeming to have an internal argument with himself before spotting the glint in your eyes.

he simply lifted an eyebrow at you, giving you a knowing look.

"Have a good chat with the devil on your shoulder, sugar?"

"Why yes I did~" You smirk and slide your hand across the table, pressing your panties into his hand. Reveling in his facial expression as he realizes what you just gave him.

his mouth goes a little dry as he swallows reflexively, slipping the panties into his pocket subtly as he takes a quick glance around the restaurant floor.

"You're lucky we're alone up here, sugar..." he murmurs, adjusting himself in his seat and taking a bite of his food.

"What? Scared we'll get caught?" You ask, using a foot to nudge his calf playfully. "I cant tease my husband?"

"You can tease me as much as you'd like sweetheart," he purrs, "I'm just a bit concerned that we're gonna end up getting ourselves arrested for public indecency once I figure out how to extract payment for your little gift."

"If were caught.. Anyways lots of women dont wear panties while wearing a dress." You shrug "I see nothin wrong here." You sip your drink

"You may not see anything wrong here, sugar," he retorts, taking another bite of his food and chewing slowly, "but I seem to remember a rule about punishment for bad behaviour."

You arch an eyebrow at him, going to talk but shutting your mouth as the Waiter comes by with the check.

"Desserts or do we not have room?" He asks with the smile you knew all to well as 'I hate this job, please tip me decently so I dont have to work a double tomorrow'

"No room," Keegan says, handing over his credit card and keeping a carefully neutral expression on his face. You could tell that you'd be having a talk in the truck once you'd left the restaurant, and you'd be lying if you said the thought didn't excite you.

Once the bill is settled you both get up. You make sure to slip a twenty onto the table for the waiter. He did his job and wasnt overbearing about it. It was the least you could do.

Walking back to the truck was a little precarious, you forgot how much friction happens once panties are taken out of the equation.

Keegan's hand went to the small of your back as you walked, and as he opened the driver's side door, he gave your ass a solid swat.

"Get in the truck, Brat."

You cant help but giggle at the gesture, settling down in the passenger seat as you watched him walk around and get into the drivers seat.

"How long is the trip home again? I know were in the city.." you gaze out into the parking garage for a moment

he starts the truck up and starts driving out of the garage, his hand going over to rest on your thigh, his thumb idly rubbing you through the thin material of your dress.