#angusmacgyver

“Holy fuck” your hazy voice fills the room around you. Hands tangled in that perfect blonde hair, Mac sat between your legs, and was giving you the best head of your life. You could still see the campfire glow out the windows of his room where the two of you had just been ‘drinking a few beers’.

Now he was eating you for all your worth, humming against your folds, and curling your toes. It was dirty, in every sense of the word. It’s not until his lips wrap around your clit do you find yourself tightening your thighs around his head. You would be concerned about suffocating him but the hum of delight he gives buzzes from your clit all the way up to your brain.

“I’m gonna cum Mac” you pant, almost embarrassed by how fucked out your voice is, especially towards him. You should be embarrassed it’s even him doing this to you. Yet hearing your words he only continues to eat you like a man starved and pushing you over the edge which has you trembling in seconds.

“Fucking delicious” he rasps and before you’ve even come down from your high he’s rolling you over with ease and propping your ass in the air. When did he get so strong? Before you even register what’s happening he’s slid into you at full force, pelvic bone pushing against your ass. “Damn baby, should’ve known you were tight”

“Shit, move, please” you beg and you don’t have to look to see the sly grin on the boys face as he pulls back and starts to pound into you. It’s filthy, dirty, and delicious. You should be concerned about no condom, but it’s Mac and you’re on the pill after all. The one guy you’ve known your whole life and trust entirely. You just never assumed you’d trust him in this situation.

“So fucking pretty” Mac murmurs, still pounding into you, your face smushing into the mattress. He lands a swift smack to your ass which has you muffling a yelp into the blankets in front of you. You know mascara is running down your face but your arousal was also running down your legs.

He was hitting all the right place and felt so good. Nothing separating either of you as you finally both did the one thing as best friends you claimed you’d never do. Suddenly his hand is wrapped in your hair and lifting you up to meet his thrusts. You go to whine but are stopped when his free hand reaches around and takes your breast into his hand.

“You like that baby? Me fucking you and holding these pretty tits?” he growls into your ear and in all the times you had pictured Mac in the bedroom you had never pictured him this intense and dirty.

“Yes Mac, wish you were sucking on them” and per your request he’s slipping out of you suddenly. You whine due to the loss of friction but he spins you back around and eases you onto the bed. His dick is red and angry, grazing across his abdomen and wet with your slick. You clench around nothing when he grabs himself at the base and realigns with your entrance. When did Mac get so fucking sexy?

“Such a dirty girl” he mutters with the shake of his head before he’s back inside of you. The moan you let out is pornagraphic and his own muffling haround your breast in seconds. The new angle from him bending down is delightful mixed with the sensation of his mouth taking time with each of your nipples. Now that you think about it, he hasn’t kissed you once since this all started.

“Kiss me Angus” you demand and Mac releases your nipple with a pop before giving you a slight smile. A glimpse of the gentle and kind man you usually know.

This isn’t how first kisses should go. Especially with one of your best friends in the entire world. This should’ve happened when you were fourteen and hiding out in the old treehouse. Not now when he was actually inside of you and you are both too drunk to consider the repercussions of this. Despite all of that Mac leans forward delicately and places his lips against your own. Your hands find your way in his hair again as you kiss him back, lips fitting together like puzzle pieces. Of all the things you expected it to be like it wasn’t this. It wasn’t only good but it was perfect, the best kiss you’ve ever had. Actually so far the best sex you’d ever had and even thought you thought it was wrong, all of it felt right.

“I’ve always wanted to do this” he admits before kissing you deeply again, now rocking his hips slowly with your own. It’s when his tongue slips around your own, you lock your legs around his waist and bring him deeper into you then he has been all night.

Who would’ve thought making out with your best friend could be this fun? When Mac’s hands reach to grope your tits he’s muffling your moan in his own mouth, bringing you both back to the very dirty reality that he was currently inside you raw. Pulling away from your mouth with a heavy pant he moves back into a position where he can thrust faster into you. It’s when he uses your breasts to steady himself and pounds faster into you, do you feel that coil begin to tighten.

“Shit Mac, I’m gonna cum” you gasp, hands steadying yourself on his shoulders as his body pounds yours into the mattress. He uses this response to pick up pace and before you can even register it your orgasm comes lightening fast, squeezing around his cock tightly.

“Fuck baby, got a death grip on me” he says with a stutter to his hips before spilling his load inside of you. Your mind feels fuzzy at the blissful feeling of his cum warming inside of you. You’re turned on all over again when he slowly slides out and watches as you drip his cum out of you.

“Mac” you whine, unsure what you’re asking for but he knows what you want when he takes his still hard cock and uses it to shove that very cum back inside you.

“Gonna have to take all of it baby” he tells you, knowing how overstimulated and sensitive you are. You gasp when his thumb presses lightly against your swollen clit and his dick twitches inside of you from his own orgasm.

When he pulls back out you can’t help but wince at the feeling and his naked form is slowly laying beside you and wrapping his arms around you. You grin when he presses a soft kiss into your neck, because that was the best sex you ever had and it was with Mac. The same guy you should’ve never counted out. Now you were jealous of all those girls he had crushes on growing up because you were too stupid to know exactly what you were missing out on.

The sound of your phone ringing in the morning is piercing when it reaches your head. You can’t help but groan as you fumble in a search for it. You can hardly open your eyes because of how bright the room is, you must’ve forgotten to close the blinds. Finally finding the phone you click answer and hold it up to your ear.

“Hello” you mutter, tired and in no mood to be awake right now.

“Y/N, where’s Mac?” Riley’s familiar voice fills your ears and suddenly your eyes are snapping open because why did you have Mac’s phone? That’s when it hits you. Bozer was with his girlfriend last night, you came to hang out with Mac, and he fucked you. He fucked you hard and good.

“Shit” you say out loud, glancing to your side to find you are in fact in Mac’s bed and he is completely naked beside you.

“Y/N, what’s going on? You weren’t answering your phone and now you’re answering his?” Riley questions and you sigh.

“Nothing, I just fell asleep here and my phone died. Mac is sleeping, what’s up?” you recollect yourself, not wanting to give way to what you and Mac exactly got up to last night.

“Matty needs you both, some new mission, and you’re both already late” she informs you and now you’re in full panic mode.

“Shit!” you say again before hanging up. You’re scrambling out of the bed in seconds, hunting for all your clothes now streamed across the floor of Mac’s room.

“Mac wake up!” you shout, throwing his phone back at him which lands on his stomach with a thud. He’s wincing and looking at you just as you slide your jeans up your legs with no underwear, considering you can’t find it. He blushes almost instantly at the nudity of your upper half which isn’t for long as you clip your bra into place.

“What the hell?” he groans, hands pressing against his head as he takes in his own hangover.

“We’re late for meeting Matty and apparently drank too much last night” you inform him, sliding your shirt over your head. That has him jumping into action as you move to his bathroom to see the disaster of yourself.

It’s bad. Your makeup is smudged under your eyes and hair strewned in places it didn’t belong. Gasping you do your best to wash your face and brush through it with the little things Mac has in here. Giving up and tying your hair on your head you rush back out to a now dressed Mac and ready to go. The worst part is when you realize you had rode with Mac here from the Phoenix last night so now you had to ride back together.

“Should we talk about it?” Mac says after a beat, fingers drumming on his knee as he drives you both in the maroon Jeep.

“Nothing to talk about” you mutter despite there being everything to talk about. It wasn’t just hookup sex or friend with benefits sex. This was dirty, filthy, breed you, you are mine sex. Actually the dirtiest sex you ever had in your life and never expected it to be with Mac of all people.

“Y/N, I can’t just go in there not having talked about this” he pleads, glancing over at you where you have refused to look at him since you got in the car. “You haven’t even looked at me and you’re acting weird. You’re my best friend, I don’t want things to change.

“But they did Mac. That wasn’t the kind of night you pretend didn’t happen. That was intense” you say, finally daring a glance at him where you see the pure desperation in his ocean blue eyes.

“Exactly which is why we should talk about it” he bargains and you sigh with the shake of your head.

“You said last night that you’ve always wanted to kiss me. Was that true or just the sex talking?” you finally cave and you don’t miss the way Mac’s hands grip the steering wheel. You’ve known each other your whole lives after all. You know all his tells.

“It was true. If you think at any point in my life I never had a crush on you, you’re crazy. Most girls didn’t talk to me and Bozer until high school. But you, you were always there” Mac says, eyes trained on the road but you also know he doesn’t want to look you in the eye when he admits this.

“When did you like me like that?” you ask and he lightly chuckles to himself.

“When we were thirteen. You came to my birthday party in a purple sundress and gave me an engineering book that you thought I might like. I kept telling myself I didn’t like you but when I smashed cake in your face and you laughed instead of cried, I fell in love while I picked the pieces of frosting out of your hair” he says and your stomach summersaults at the story he recalls from his own point of view. You remembered that birthday.

“Of course it was” you mutter and Mac furrows his eyebrows as he quickly glances at you.

“Why’s that?” he questions and you roll your eyes.

“Because that was the first time since I was ten I got over my crush on you, told myself it’ll never happen” and then Mac is laughing like you’ve just told him the funniest thing in the world.

“Who replaced me? Bozer?” he questions when his laughter quiets down and you roll your eyes.

“No, Brendan Fraser actually which I still find completely fair” you tell him and he laughs again, remembering how you made him watch Encino man for the entirety of that school year.

“So you’re telling me that we’ve been friends for our entire lives and somehow kept missing each other until now?” he questions and you shrug, thinking of all the times you ever felt romantically towards the boy beside you. There was the time you mentioned, once in high school when he dumped his prom date to take you when you didn’t get asked, and when he dropped out to join the army. You had been so scared of losing him you found all those old feelings coming back. Somehow after all these years your feelings both lined up and the result was last night. No wonder it was so intense.

“Apparently so blondie” you respond with a nickname you have used since childhood and Mac shakes his head as you flip the visor mirror down and fix your hair again.

Pulling into the Phoenix parking lot you pray that no one questions the way either of you look despite Mac looking much better than you at the moment. Your heart has doubled in speed by the time Mac reached his normal spot and goes to shift the car in park. Flipping the visor up, you’re reaching for the door on your quick escape, but Mac’s hand on your arm stops you.

“Wait” and then with the strength you didn’t discover until last night, he’s pulling you towards him and kissing you quickly. Once the immediate shocks goes away you lightly kiss him back, it not as filthy as the one you shared the night before but just as nice.

“What was that for?” you ask once he pulls away, eyes still closed as he lets the weight of your kiss sink in.

“I just wanted to make sure that what I felt last night was real” he says and now your heart is beating heavily for him. You had felt it too, in fact you’d never felt anything like it until last night.

“It was real Mac, all of it” you tell him and his eyes open, blinking into focus as he takes all of your features in.

“Can we not pretend this didn’t happen because there is no way I can go back to normal after this?” he asks and you sigh, eyes glancing over his own features as well and you realize that even if a relationship could jeopardize your friendship it was still him. The same boy you’ve loved a hundred different times and ways in your life, and if it was ever going to work with anybody it would be him.

“Fine, but you should know I don’t sleep with people on first dates” you say and he snorts, hands squeezing at your waist as he still keeps you pulled against the center console.

“Good to know but does it technically count as our first date? If you include Prom and that one party in college I’d say it is about our third” he says and you giggle and shake your head, cheeks warming over as you face the boy beside you.

“Our third date. I could possibly let third base slide but we’ll see” you tell him and he grins.

“I’ll take it” he says and you shake you head before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips and hopping out of the car.

“Last one in is a rotten egg!” you call out, rushing for the Phoenix doors and Mac jumps into action. Grabbing his keys and rushing out the car behind you. Yet he was going to let you win, just like he did when he was thirteen, and you’d race him into school.

At least this time he knows when he finishes the race he still gets to keep you.

It took me a second to realise that one scream came from my own throat, and another second to realise that the other scream was from Mac. Turning on the porch light, I see Mac standing on the other side of the door. “What the hell Mac?” I ask in surprise, with a hand on my chest. “Hey baby, are you okay? Do you need something? Do we need to go to the hospital? Is the baby okay? Why are you not saying anything?” he keeps jumping at me with questions. “Because you aren’t giving me a chance to!” I reply, exasperated, “I’m fine. So is the baby, and no, we don’t need to go to the hospital. I just, I woke up alone in bed. You weren’t there. So I got up to loo-”, I look down to see chloroform bottles on the ground, “Why exactly do you need chloroform at 2 am?” He looks down to see where I was looking, then lets out a nervous chuckle, “I- uh, I read this articles. Actually, a couple of articles about how chloroform helps to reduce the pain during childbirth. Apparently, in 1951, a mother and a midwife were burned on the stake under causes of witchcraft, because the midwife used chloroform to reduce the pain. Then, Queen Elizabeth also used the same thing. And then-” “Okay. Just. That’s a lot of unnecessary information for 2 am. Also, I myself did a little reading on this stuff, and it's used for epidurals. If you remember what I said, I will not get an epidural done because the pain of that never goes away. I at least want to keep my options open for going back in the field remember?” I explain to him. I’m about to bend down to pick up the bottle, when Mac stops me at once, “No no! Just, you have a knife in your hand. Jesus woman,” he takes it out of my hand, picks up the bottles of chloroform and walks inside the house. Closing the door behind him, he quickly walks to the kitchen table, keeps everything in place, then rushes back to me. “C’mon let's go back to bed,” he puts his hands on my shoulder and taking my hand in his, he starts walking. “I can walk on my own honey,” I reply, with a short laugh. “I know baby, but just in case.” “Just in case what?” I ask. “Nothing.” “Gosh, talk about overthinking,” I roll my eyes at him, making him laugh. 

Lying back down in bed, he pulls me against his chest, well as much as the bump allowed, which wasn’t much, to begin with. “Mac?” He hums in response. “Remember when we got the news about our pregnancy for the first time?” He bursts out laughing, which brings out my laugh as well. “That was the craziest reaction both of us have had to anything,” he remarks. 

*past*

“Sup bitc- good morning Matty!” I quickly change my morning welcome, when I completely walk inside the door and see that Mac and Bozer weren’t the only ones in the room. The two boys cackle at my reaction of noticing Matty’s presence, while Matty was giving her cocky smile, and I was busy cursing the opaque glass windows of the War Room in my mind. Soon, Riley, Russ and Desi joined us as well. “How’s the new couple?” Russ asks. “We’re dating, not married!” Mac explains, again! “After being in love with each other for years, and not even knowing about it till Y/N was about to die in your arms,” Bozer says. Smacking Bozer at the back of his head, I stand straighter, facing Russ and Matty. “No missions for now, so you’re on your own. Mac and Y/N, you’ve been called to the Med department,” Matty briefs. “Why?” We both ask at the same time. “Something about your annual medical checkups,” Russ answers. “Okay,” he answers. When all of us get dismissed, Mac and I head to the Med floor. “Do you know what can it be about?” He asks. “Nah, also how bad can it be?” I reply, casually.

 “Well everyone has had dibs on the two of you dating, ever since you guys joined Pheonix, or DXS when it was that,” our good ol’ Dr J says. He has done our checkups from the very first time we joined this Organization, and he’s the kindest sweetest person ever. “That’s….” I start. “How does everyone call dibs on us, or want us to get together, or know that we love each other, but we never knew about it?!” He remarks. “Because even though you two have a lot of smart knowledge, the feelings part of the brain is a little underdeveloped for you two,” Dr J says, a small smile taking over his face. Before the two of us can object he raises a finger to shush us, “Anyways, I have called the two of you here, because I believe the two of you have…done the dirty?” Mac looks at me, at the same time that I look at him, both our faces red. “Yes,” I reply, a little awkwardly. “Well then, knowing you two have been dating for 3 months, and I know you two are very much in love, I want to be the first one to congratulate the two of you!” a huge smile takes over his face. “Umm… sorry?” I ask, thoroughly confused now. “Congrats, because Y/N is pregnant! About 5 weeks along now!” he was so happy, while my brain pretty much crashed. “Me?” He nods. “I?” He nods again. “Mac I-” I turn to face him, and my eyes widen. This idiot fainted! He was lying knocked out cold on his chair. Turning back to look at the doc’s table, I see a glass of water. “May I?” I ask, pointing at the glass. He nods. Grabbing the glass of water, and removing the cover, I dump it straight on Mac’s face. He gasps awake, coughing and snorting the water that got into his mouth and nose, yelling loudly, “I'M GOING TO BE A DAD!” He turns to face me, then pulls me into his arms. I thought he fainted because he was devastated, and that got me worried, but now that I’m in his arms, with him whispering ‘I love you', again and again, I feel my worries melt away. 

*present*

“That was the craziest reaction you had to anything! I was fine, you fainted!” I laugh. “That.. it wasn’t my proudest moment in life. But no matter what, I’m just happy that even with our lives, and a line of people wanting to kill us, you decided to keep the baby,” he says. I frown at his words, “Not very comforting words, with our baby due any day now.” “Sorry!”