Female!Reader x Keith
His eyes were glued to you. You could feel his hard stare. You wanted it, even planned it.
He sat, watching you in the training room. You were a wonder to watch, he always thought.
Your moves were somehow elegant but fierce at the same time. How you could swim so smoothly in the sea that was filled with enemies, then attack viciously. The cycle never stopping.
Not to mention your body while all of this was happening. His eyes roamed all over, never missing a movement. He hated how you could turn him on so easily. The tight pants that you sported didn't help him either, just made the view better.
This was supposed to be beneficial training, and all he thought about was his hands touching all over your body. Feeling every curve you had to offer.
The sweat that fell from your face didn't help either. It just showed what you would look like beneath him, he longed for it.
His eyes looked down to his pants that held an evident bulge.
"Dammit." He muttered to himself. If only he could control himself, rather than walking over and ending the stimulation.
"What the hell Keith?!" You yelled through the glass. Your voice wasn't the loudest, but he could still hear you. Both his and your eyebrows were furrowed at each other.
Each of you mad at each other, for two completely opposite things.
He didn't respond but only motioned for you to come where he was. The door opened as you began to open your mouth. You could've said something, that was before Keith's lips met yours.
You groaned at the sudden contact, he took this as an opportunity to let his tongue go into your mouth. Both of his hands ran up and down your sides until they landed at two different spots. One of his hands held your hip as the other held your ass.
Your hands were on his chest. Once you realized you two were in the middle of the hallway, you pushed him off of you.
"I was trying to practice, you realize that right?" You breathed out, a scowl covering your face.
"Yeah? Well I was trying to watch you train, and then this fucking happened." One of his hands reached for yours as he set your hand on his clothed erection.
Your eyes widened and a dark blush spread from cheek to cheek.
"Sh-Shut up. We are not doing this in public." Before you finished talking, he hurriedly started walking towards his room, dragging you behind him.
"Hey! You little shit." You grumbled, a smirk only formed onto his lips.
"Don't act like you don't want it." He half laughed.
"Damn, you got me there." You chuckled to the guy in front of you.
As soon as the door closed he pushed you to his bed. You backed up until you fell backwards and he looked down at you. His lips met yours again, both you you trying to gain dominance from one another.
Him being on top gave him the advantage.
One of his hands supported him so that he wouldn't fall on you, while the other ran up your stomach and chest until he felt your breast. He groped and rubbed it, forcing you to groan in his mouth.
"Don't ever wear these tight ass pants again. Especially while in the training room." He pulled away from your lips to say. His eyes half lidded as some hair fell into his face, he looked like a god.
