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🍋Mon Amour, La Déesse : Spy x Reader🍋

[Content Rating: Lemon]
[Extras: ]
[POV: 2nd]
[Warnings: Sexual Content]
[Length: ]
[Y/N Gender: ♀️ (Female)]

(Authours Note: As you most likely know by now, this is a smut chapter, and that means sex. If you are already or become uncomfortable while reading, PLEASE skip. I would rather you skip this oneshot and stay comfortable than to read it and be extremely uncomfortable.)

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It was game night. That meant something uncommon. No Monopoly, or Candy Land, or Catan, no, it was always something questionable, and you had almost always skipped out on it. But tonight was different for some reason.

"Pyro's asleep!"

Engie came back into the room with the joyful signal that it was time to play.

"Oi, Sheila! Ya gonna play with us?"

You hesitated. You always said no, but what was the harm, really? If they asked you to do anything that you found uncomfortable, you would just tell them no and go to bed. Simple.

"Yeah, sure. Why not?"

You heard cheering and laughter as you made your way to the circular table, assuming a seat next to Engie and Soldier. Spy sat in front of you, smoking a cigarette like normal.

"So what are we playing, Scout?"

You were somewhat enthusiastic, ready to start playing whatever was gonna be thrown at you.

Scout threw a scrumpy bottle on the table.

"Spin the bottle, but there's a twist, toots. When you spin it, the person it lands on has to compete with you in Rock, Paper, Scissors. One round. The loser has to take one article of clothing off."

You gulped, probably audibly. Were you really going to go through with this? You swallowed hard and pushed your pride aside, deciding that you would do it. It could be worse, couldn't it?

"Winner is the person with the most amount of clothing at the end of the game."

You heard cheers and whoops from the other mercs, except Spy, who sat there quietly, looking at everyone like they were buffoons.

"Let the game commence, dummkopfs!"

The first time you spun, it landed on Sniper, who you defeated using scissors while he chose paper. He took off his hat, grinning smugly.

"Hey, that's not fair!"

"You didn't specify, you wanker."

The game continued and you looked around. Scout was one bad spin away from being very unlucky. He sat there in nothing but his boxers, frowning with his arms crossed over his chest. Soldier was completely naked, except for his helmet. He wasn't in despair because he was naked; he was used to it, no, he was upset because he wasn't winning. Demoman was shirtless, still wearing pants and passed out on the table top. Heavy was sitting there completely naked, not that wavered by his lack of clothes, although Medic definitely was. Engineer was naked of everything but his goggles. Medic was completely naked, and a complete flustered mess on the table whenever he peeked at Heavy. Sniper was sitting there shirtless in his pants, not really that bothered. Spy, however, had managed to stay completely dressed this whole time. Whether it was luck or divine intervention, you'll never know. You on the other hand, were in a predicament.

You sat there, folded over like you had been shot in the stomach. You were left in just your bra and panties, feeling very self-conscious. Was this really a good idea?