I walk into Wrench's garage, balancing the coffee and doughnuts in one hand as I step around car parts, careful not to spill anything.
"Wrench?" I call out, placing down the drinks and food on his desk. A muscle car sits in the middle of the garage, it's hood popped open as rock music plays from its radio.
"Wrench?" I ask again, taking a step forwards to get his attention.
Wrench appears from the front of the car, hair messy and oil covers his hands, ironically a wrench is in his hand. His mask is off and I see a small smudge of something on his cheek, his blue eyes meet mine.
"Hey" He drawls with a smirk at my wide eyes, he twirls the wrench around a finger before putting it in his pocket and coming for the coffee.
"I-I got...stuff." I mumble, my thoughts blank as I watch him wipe his hands on a cloth, his eyes meet mine in a seductive look as he wipes one finger at a time.
I gulp, then avert my eyes, grabbing my coffee and taking a drink.
"You thirsty?" He grins, and the innuendo causes me to choke on my drink.
"Choking already?" He grins harder, and I narrow my eyes and flip him off.
"Thanks for the coffee, I'm gonna need it if I'm getting this little project done by tomorrow." He mumbles, sipping the coffee and grabbing a sugar costed doughnut.
I nod as if to say he's welcome, "You gonna let me ride in that?" I ask, finally plucking up the courage to flirt back.
Wrench's eyes widen briefly, his eyebrows shoot to the roof. "Come again?"
"I'd love to." I laugh, biting my lip to prevent the grin from showing.
Wrench points a doughnut at me, "You. You're trouble, maybe I should kick you out."
I pretend to pout and grab a doughnut of my own as I sit on his desk next to where he's standing, swinging my legs like a child.
"If you kick me out you'll recieve no motivational speeches." I tease, and he sighs and nods.
"You're right, maybe you can give me a hand instead." He agrees. I'm about to say something dirty when he presses a finger to my lips.
"Stop talking like that. I've got to get this done and you're distracting me." He murmurs.
I nod again, "I'll be good."
"Good girl." He mumbles, suppressing a smirk.
Holy fuck.
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Watchdogs Imagines
FanfictionWatchdogs Imagines featuring Wrench😘Marcus🥰Sitara😌and Josh🥺 (Though it's mostly Wrench) If you have any scenario ideas please comment and I'll have a go at writing it.
