Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Closet

We were both scoping out one of Haum's smart houses when suddenly the front door opened, no one was supposed to be home for hours, and me and Wrench were upstairs, where there was no exit.

"Shit" I mumble, panicking. Before I even realise what I'm doing, I grab Wrench's hand and drag him into a nearby closet, quietly closing the door as footsteps come up the stairs.

The closet is dim and tiny, and as I look up I relaise I'm chest to chest with Wrench, who's head is forced against the top of my head. I try to wiggle away but Wrench takes a step forward, pushing my gently into the wall.

I gasp and look up, his mask providing a tiny bit of light. My breath comes quick as Wrench's hands move to my waist, slowly making their way up under my top, tracing circles on my bare skin.

"We're going to get caught" I whisper to him, trying to suppress the whimper.

"Shh, we won't, I've pictured this situation but never imagined it would come true" He mumbles quietly, mask slowly grazing down towards my neck, the slight prickle of his spikes making my legs go weak.

"Take your mask off, I want to kiss you" I manage to get out, but all I receive is a gentle pinch and a quiet breathy laugh.

"Nuh-uh sweetheart, when I kiss you I'm not going to stop, so I don't think this is the right place to do it" He says.

I actually do whimper, but his hand comes up to my lips and does a 'quiet' motion as two feet stop in front of the closet door.

We both hold our breath before the feet walk away and go back downstairs, minutes later the door opens and closes and a car engine screeches out of the driveway.

"Who was that? What are they doing here?" I ask, opening the door of the closet and walking out on shaky legs.

"I don't know, but part of me is glad they came in, that closet moment was super fucking hot" Wrench says to me, flicking my nose.

"Let's get out of here" I say, looking around so check nobody else is home.

"My place or yours?" Wrench says seductively, I smile and shake my head walking away, "Yours" I smile, before dashing out of the front door.