Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Smutty Books

I sit on the sofa in the hackerspace reading one of my favourite books, A Court of Mist and Fury by Sarah J Maas, when suddenly my book is pulled from my hands.

"Hey, give it back!" I shout to the kidnapper of my precious novel, and see that Wrench is dangling it in front of me like a worm on a hook.

"What're you reading?" He asks, his voice inquisitive.

"N-nothing" I say, blushing.

"Reeeally?" Wremch drawls, before bringing the book up and reading it.

Oh. My. God.

"Damn Y/N, this is some kinky shit" Wrench says laughing, turning to the next page.

I grab a nearby pillow and launch it at him, but he ducks and it goes flying to the other side of the room.

"It's a romance book!" I shout embarrassingly.

"Sure" Wrench teases, handing the book back over to me.

I snatch it out of his hands, and hug it to my chest, as if I can protect the contents of it away from others.

"You were so reading smut" Wrench says, coming over to the sofa and planting himself next to me, a pointed finger looming infront of my face.

I whack it away, "Well I can't help if I has a few sexy scenes, but the plot is romance and high fantasy!" I defend.

"Sure, sure, I mean if you're not getting any then I can see how that really greases up the cogs, if you know what I mean" he says with a wink.

I blush deeper and roll my eyes, before grabbing another pillow and hitting him with it.

"Hey, hey, hey!" Wrench's muffled voice calls over my whacking.

I stop and look at glare at him.

He chuckles before leaning forward and whispers "Stop glaring sweetheart, unless you wanna recreate some of that kinky stuff"

My eyes widen before I full on go bananas and repeatedly attack him with a cushion.

Later on, when I'm home, I receive a message from Wrench;
W:I love getting you all worked up.

I reply: You're just jealous the books are getting more action than you ;)

W: Well I could always come over and see which one gets you more turned on.

Me: Who says I'm not already?

W: Fuck me. I mean it in both contexts shock and asking.

Me: Haha, my door's unlocked...

Not even ten minutes later, a knock out my door interrupts me, and lo and behold, Wrench stands there, a small bag in his hand.