Watchdogs Imagines

Wrench- Running Won't Matter

AN: This is kind of a dark romance take on Wrench, so if you're not into that I'd advise skipping this one! (I've been reading too many dark romance books and I wanted to see if this would work...)

I close the door to my new apartment, sighing as another day has passed working a dead end job just to keep up with the ridiculous bills this place has.

I could give up I think to myself

No, I'm not admitting defeat. It's been two months since me and Wrench made the bet; If he finds me he's the better hacker, if I can stay hidden for three months then I'm the best.

I throw my keys into the dish near the door and make my way to the bathroom. I quickly strip off and have a hot shower when I'm sure I hear a noise from my bedroom. I turn off the taps and quickly dry off, putting on my underwear and an oversized top I tip toe into my room.

I spot my weapon of defense sitting on my desk across the room, so I quickly go to get it, however before I can arms wrap around me from behind, reaching out from behind the door and holding my arms to my sides.

I try to wiggle but the attacker is too strong. I stiffen as the familiar scent of cigarette smoke, alcohol and faint petrol fills my nose.

His hand suddenly cups my mouth before I can speak, his head leans down to my neck and gently kisses me, before biting down.

I let out a cry of pain and pleasure, my back instinctively arching as he chuckles in my ear low and deep. "I've missed hearing your sounds." He says, nuzzling his chin into my neck.

I wiggle more and he finally loosens up, letting me go until I stumble back. I cross my arms over my chest, covering my hardened nipples.

"I guess you win then..." I murmur in defeat, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

Wrench shrugs, his blue eyes glinting in the dim light streaming from the moonlight in the window. "I knew where you were this whole time. Running won't matter when I know you too well." He smirks, stepping in between my legs and grabbing my chin.

He leans down and moves his hand from my chin to my neck, gently squeezing as I lift my head up in defiance. "Fuck you." I simply mumble, both angry and relieved he found me.

He pushes me back on the bed, leaning over me on his elbows he leans towards my ear and whispers "Are you flirting with me or trying to start a fight?"

His hands roam up my thighs and to my underwear as I sharply inhale. "Both." I whimper as he laughs and crashes his lips to mine, claiming me.