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the (nearly) mile high club ✈️ (woods x reader) smut

good morning/afternoon/night y'all ! hope you're all doing well and having a great time!

this one is for the simps of our favourite badass 🥵 i've got some slowburn smut headed your way in this one so if that's your thing, buckle up, biatch! 🤠 if not, no offence taken 😌

Enjoy! <3

⚠️ warnings ⚠️
sexual themes 🫢

"The truth, whole truth, and nothin' but the truth..."
(he) paused and shared playful glances around room.
"the riskiest thing you've ever done?"
Raising an eyebrow to the question and suiting my best poker face, i contemplated all the ways this could go. The truth - wholly and fully - was that i hadn't done anything in remote to comparison of the group. At least that's what i'm assuming. These fuckers have years of experience to boost and I - fresh into my 20's - hadn't gotten close to being comfortable enough to share something as extreme, enthralling or... intimate as they had. The truth, was that i'd struggled with the image of myself for some time now. And, having 23 years to dwell really affects a person. I had nothing to challenge them with, but they didn't have to know that. I'm paid to be a lying, intimidating son of bitch and that's how i was gonna play my hand.

Various looks were exchanged around the room like it was a game of Russian roulette between 5 socially unacceptable maniacs, waiting for the thrill of who would pull the trigger first.

"I flirted with the secretary"

There was an eruption of "ooo's" and maniacal laughter, almost disgusted by the confession from Weaver. To even profess to such a thing in a work setting.. you'd never live it down.

"No way. Nah I don't buy it for a minute!"

More laughter ensued.

"The brunette? Stacy or whatever?"
"Tracy! And I only did it so she'd do my paperwork faster"

Regretting his decision, he quickly tried to bounce back from his choice to speak at all and quickly downed another sip of his beer, no longer eyeing any of us. The laughter continued as I prayed they'd forget I had put myself in such a position. Maybe, Hudson would make his way back and stop us in our tracks with that mission he'd been planning, that would be best.

"y/n!"

The world paused along with my breath for a second as i felt my grip tighten on the neck of the bottle. Silently bouncing my leg and using it as a stabilizer for my other hand, i swallowed hard. Praying whatever words came out next would take a 180 from the conversation we'd been having for too long now. I eyed them cautiously while the beads of sweat started to form rapidly.

"it's your turn, you haven't answered yet!"

They watched over me patiently, almost pleading so quietly for me to answer. Meanwhile, i'd been dreading this in complete agony.

Darting my eyes from the clock and to the group, back and forth a couple of times, my heart started to race. They wanted an answer? So be it. Let's light them up like some fuckin' kids at Christmas. Changing my demeanour from unbothered to confident, I sat up straight with a bout of dominance. I would probably end up joining Weaver and regret opening my mouth but fuck it. I could only one-up them in this moment.

be cool.

Narrowing my vision and dragging my cigarette to insinuate having the upper hand,

"I've had sex..."

I paused long, before maintaining direct eye contact with almost every one of them. Weaver, Mason and Bowman. I had these hoes on the edge of their seats.