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Request: Reader is part of the Horsemen and gets separated from the others; argues with Dylan and leads to smut.
"Imagine...": Being a Horseman and getting cornered by FBI Agent Dylan Rhodes. An argument ensues with smut.
Warning: Includes mature content and language; smut
"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)," the attractive agent spoke as he took a seat across from you. You bit your lip as he licked his thumb to flip through your manila file, the gesture igniting a fire within you that you had not felt in over a year. You sucked in a raspy breath imaging what else that thumb of his could do.
"Hey!" a voice rang with a loud smack to the table. You snapped out of your imagination quickly, your eyes growing in size at the surprise that was the attractive female agent standing beside the male.
"What the hell is your problem?" you threw her way. She mumbled something in another language, possibly referring to you as a bitch. The male agent gave a chuckle and looked your way with a cocky smile. You returned it with your own cocky one.
"What's your superpower for the Horsemen?" the man asked. His eyes traveled up and down, examining you from head to chest.
"Oh, you know. A little of this," you started, a seductive smile making its way across your face as you reached a hand across the table. You wound a finger around the bottom of the FBI agent's tie, gently pulling on it to bring his face closer to your own. "A little of that." Your voice was nothing but a whisper, and you could see the agent's eyelids flutter from your minty breath wrapping around him.
"Agent Rhodes!" the female agent yelled as she made her way back to the table.
Agent Rhodes cleared his throat, ripping his tie from your hand as he stood and smoothing it down his chest. "You, um, you and the other Horsemen robbed the bank in Paris?" he asked as he paced the room.
"I don't know, Agent Rhodes," you commented, standing up yourself. You placed your hands on the table as you bent over slightly. The V-neck you were wearing under your leather jacket pulled down gently, giving the agent an eyeful. "Did we rob the bank?"
You could see the agent hesitate in his movements as he gawked at your breasts. However, he cleared his throat. "I think you did." He gestured for you to sit back down as he did the same. You obeyed. "I'm not sure how yet, but I know the Horsemen are involved."
You hummed your agreeance. "Tell me, Agent Rhodes. What's your first name?"
"Dylan."
"Mhmm, Dylan Rhodes. That's quite a sexy FBI agent name."
Dylan's eyes glistened over with excitement. He smiled, ready to reply before the female agent once again interrupted. "We're done here, (Y/N)." She pulled Agent Rhodes from his chair, it clattering to the ground.
You laughed loudly, knowing that you would get your way sooner or later.
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"I don't know why you were stupid enough to wear a skirt, (Y/N)!" Danny yelled as the two of you ran down the alleyway.
