Sonar is on his knees in front of you after you teased him relentlessly during a team meeting. Arms hang to his sides but his fingers twitch, just begging to reach out and squeeze your plump thighs and snake their way up to your breasts.

You giggle at his pathetic display as his white eyes narrow and you hear a soft whine come from him. Your hand reaches up as you run your index finger up the front of his throat to his chin, lingering it there at the tip. His eyes are zeroed in on yours, the eye contact and needy expression on his face making your panties start to feel damp. The finger gently nudges his head up a bit more so his throat is completely craned and exposed. This, you knew, was the epitome of trust; a former villain exposing their jugular to you, willing to die for your attention.

Just as the tension was becoming all too much and one if you was about to break and jump on the other, the door to the break room opened, and you saw Golem, Visi, and Mal walking in. You dropped your hand and looked to them, trying to act casual, but the fact that Sonar did nothing but continue to stare at you on his knees with a noticeable tent in his pants didn't show much casualty.

Golem continues walking into the room and just gives a casual glance. "Damn, you got him down bad, (y/n)."

"More like down bat," Visi replies, laughing at her coworker on the ground.