Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Enough Typing (SMUT)

You find Wrench in his garage as usual, heavy rock blasts from his laptop as he dismantles a toaster, you happen to walk in the moment he pulls out the sledgehammer and begins breaking it apart.

"Should I come any closer?" You joke as he suddenly spins around, sledgehammer at the ready.

"Jesus fuck!" He shouts, lowering the weapon as he points a finger at you, "You're like a ninja or something".

You shrug, "Maybe if you were more aware of your surroundings, you'd of heard me".

You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, hugging his back as he types on his laptop.

"One minute" He mumbles, typing rapidly as you back away and sit on the worn sofa near him.

A few more minutes pass and he still isn't stopping, so you huff a sigh and call his name, but he doesn't answer.

You take off your jacket and throw it at him instead, hoping to catch his attention. It works as he turns around slowly, peeking the jacket from his shoulder.

"Is it go time?" He asks, his mask winks at you.

"Enough typing or whatever, come here and love me" You whine, holding out grabby hands towards him.

Wrench comes over to you on the sofa, and flops on top of you as you lean back, his head rests on your chest as he takes off his mask.

"Sorry, I got carried away" He mutters, kissing your collarbone.

"It's fine, you can make it up to me" You smirk as he lifts his head, his eyes light up before he crashes his lips to yours.

The kiss deepens as he tilts his head, his hands hold your waist as he slowly moves away from your mouth and down to your neck, knowing exactly where to suck.

You let out a small moan as he leaves his mark, as usual being a possessive asshole. His hands roam up your shirt as your arms begin to wander up his, you feel his toned body as he leans into your touch.

With a small laugh, you manage to get his top over his head, throwing it somewhere as you take charge and kiss his tattoos, his groaning tells you he's happy about it.

"Right, stop teasing" He mumbles as your mouth moves lower and lower, your hands fumble at the button of his jeans.

"What's wrong?" You ask slyly.

"Fuck this" Wrench grumbles as you're flipped onto your back and your top is gracefully pulled over your head in one maneuver, Wrench wastes no time stripping off the rest of your clothes as you try and do the same to him.

"This isn't fair" You whine, but Wrench shushes you with a quick kiss, until his mouth moves down to your nipple, he sucks as his tongue dances around it, causing you arch your back into him as pleasure ripples through you.

"You like that sweetheart?" He teases.

"Please" You manage to gasp out, Wrench raises an eyebrow, "Please what?"

"Just fuck me already" You moan as Wrench finally removes the rest of his clothes.

He pulls out a condom from his wallet and puts it on. His fingers begin to tease your entrance.

"You're so wet already" He smiles before sliding inside of you.

You both gasp out, even though you've both done this countless times before. He isn't gentle with you, and pushes in and out at a fast pace, whilst his mouth claims yours once again, stifling your moans as he breathes into your mouth, occasionally groaning.

His pace slows down when you begin to moan louder, he knows you're close.

"You're doing so well" He coos, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust, his hand comes cup to hold your wrists above your head as he finally goes balls deep.

"Reggie" You moan, as his other hand squeezes your nipple, circling before giving you an ounce of pain.

You finally feel yourself climax, Wrench captures your mouth with a moan of his own as he comes at the same time.

He flops down on top of you, still sheathed inside as you both pant away, you bring up a hand to stroke his hair.

"You're not tired already, are you?" You joke, as Wrench narrows his eyes at you.

"Get on your hands and knees and we'll find out" He smirks as you happily obey.

AN: This was my first time writing smut so I sincerely apologise if it's awful...