TEAM HOT WHEELS: Oneshots ;)

🥃~Topped Ya~🥃

On a Saturday evening, you and your Husband celebrated your 4th year of being married. You preferred not to drink, but Wyatt got you to drink a couple shots with him. Your two sons, Dakota and Riley, were at Gammy Gam's at the moment. That lady was immortal. In between spur of the moment slow dances and laughs, you made yourself a glass of wine. "I'm not taking another shot, babe." You said with a grin at your hiccuping drunk husband, who had a goofy smile playing on his features as he stared at you. "I'm not getting any drunker."

"Neither am I, I think I'm the drunkest I can be." He laughed at himself, making you shake your head with a smile. "You're so...shmexy!" Wyatt let out, the last part blurred a little, but you're sure you knew what he said.

"Yeah?" You responded, slowly taking a sip. You measured your hip movements as you inched closer, seeing arousal in his eyes. He seemed to melt under your touch as you brushed your hand through his thick hair. His eyes closed as he leaned into your touch like a cat, making you genuinely giggle and the persona you were playing as falling away. "You are so damn cute." You exclaimed, making him stumble back, offended by the looks of it.

"I.." A small burp came out before he finished. This man was so drunk. "I am not cute, honey, I'm hot and ya-ya know that." You knew even when he wasn't drunk, he always took some offense to the 'cute' comments. You smirked at him and he turned red, seeming to forget he was the dominant one in your two's marriage.

"Oh but you are." You say in a slight whisper, putting down your wine glass on the counter before placing both of your hands on his shoulders, which tense up at first. He turned all bashful and looked away. "Since when did you become so shy?" You asked in a normal voice.

"I am-well, not no, yeah I'm not being shy. It's just-I'm intoxicated." He stuttered, not because he was nervous, but because he was wasted out his mind.

"By me or the whiskey?" You came closer to his lips as you asked this, him taking in a gulp and finally meeting your eyes again.

"Whiskey, but you are m-making me feel woozy too." He let out, making you giggle and do a little happy dance as you finally placed your lips on his roughly. You found some pleasure in finally being the dominant one. Who knew you had to get him drunk to do so. His legs became weak and slowly you both lowered to the kitchen floor. You continued to kiss, slowly slipping your tongue into his mouth and managing to get on top on him. You lifted up and stared down at him. "Am I 'bouta get laid on the kitchen floor?" You laughed a little and nodded.

~time skip to the morning~

Wyatt sat up from the bed, realizing he was naked. He had forgotten everything. You stood by the mirror, checking yourself out, wearing his big grey T shirt. "Honey?!" He let out a confused help, not scaring you one bit. You turned around with a smirk, making your way to bed. "Honey did you...did we?" He looked at himself under the blanket once more before meeting your gorgeous (e/c) eyes.

"Yeah. You got laid! I was dominant for once!" You excitedly giggled, him rolling his eyes playfully before standing up, the blanket slowly falling off. He walked right past you as if he wasn't naked, when he knew damn well you wanted to get a better look at that rear before he put clothes back on. "You mad?" You asked, watching him put his clothes on.

"No, I just wish I remembered what happened." He looked at you in the reflection of the mirror. "In all 4 years of our marriage, how'd it feel to finally dominate me?" He asked, turning around to face you. You smiled as you thought about it.

"I enjoyed it! Real work out, and you're definitely a groaner. Would've never known it until last night. Betcha the neighbors heard you." You teased, grinning at his blush when you said he's a groaner. "You were so cute, and shy, and bashful." He grunted a little. There was a silence between you two. "I'm gonna go make breakfast." With that you left. He was left there, and after a moment, he started to smile to himself. 'My crazy beautiful wife' he remarked in his head, realizing a mark on himself in the mirror.

"Damn it (Y/n)." He laughed a little.