#poly!tbb x reader

Sneaking in at the last minute with my addition to WIP Wednesdays. Thank you for the tag @blueink-bluesoul & @wizardofrozz :)

I have approximately 10 WIPs going right now but the last thing I wrote was a very, very rough chunk of a story that's been kicking around in the back of my head for a while now.

It's a poly!tbb x reader fic that starts off with some celebratory dancing (listen, I know... I can't even look myself in the eyes but these men got me feeling some kind of way):

“Oooh I wanna try that too!” Wrecker nearly jumps out of his seat once Tech lets go of you. His eyes are wide with excitement and he’s grinning at you like a lovesick teenager. “Easy Wrecker,” Crosshair drawls out firmly, halting his brother before Wrecker can take a step towards you. “Give her a break. You’ve already had your turn.” Crosshair's eyes are fixed on you. His toothpick dances across his lips, tongue flickering behind his lips.  You plant your hands on your hips with a quirk of your eyebrow. “You ready for your turn, Cross?” “Not quite.” He smirks and shakes his head slowly. Maker, he’s going to draw this out isn’t he? You sigh and match his smirk. “What then?” “C’mere.” He beckons you over with a tilt of his head. You can’t help but comply with his demands, despite the recalcitrant little voice in the back of your head shouting at you to rile him up like you usually do by ignoring him. Crosshair sits splayed out on the couch, knees spread wide and one arm hooked over the backrest as he watches you stride up to him.  You stop just in front of him. “Well?”  “I’ll have my dance now,” he says, not moving a muscle.  “On your feet then, trooper,” you answer playfully, your voice saccharine and teasing. “Oh you misunderstand.” There’s that shit-eating smirk again. You want to slap it off his face, but he continues. “I won’t be dancing. You will.”

I'm not even a Crosshair girlie but something about giving him a lap dance...🥴🥵