Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Slow Down

I angrily punch at the punchbag as Wrench types on his laptop, jabbing a one two co-ordination before ducking and doing an three and four workout.

Today's mission was hard, not physically but emotionally, and I needed somewhere to take out my pent up aggression.

"Slow down!" Wrench shouts over the sound of my punches, and the classic rock blasting from the speakers. I don't hear him, okay well do but I pretend not to.

I hear the sound of feet coming behind me and I stop, out of breath and sweating. I wipe away my sweat and look down at my red raw knuckles, I didn't put anything on to protect them.

"Shit Y/N" Wrench exclaims holding up my hands and brushing his thumb over my knuckles.

I hiss before he slowly takes off his mask and kisses them, slowly making his way up my arm and onto my neck, he then gently rakes his teeth along my throat.

I moan as he leaves a love bite, his arms snake up to my waist as I wrap mine around his neck, pulling him closer.

I lean back and look into his eyes, okay he's giving me bedroom eyes, I raise my eyebrows in a silent question, eyes darting to the sofa beside us. Wrench gets the idea as his hands make their way behind my thighs as he picks me up and roughly attacks my lips with his.

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"Next time you want to take your anger out on something, let it be me" Wrench says an hour later, laying under me breathing heavily, "That was, wow" He laughs as I smack his tattooed chest and laugh with him.