So, here's a little oneshot nobody really asked me for.. My bad for being MIA for so long—I was working and just straight up taking a break from socials. Sometimes it's lowkey healthy to not open those apps for a couple months... It's Wrench again, 'cause I'm obsessed with this sweet lil' hedgehog.
NON MINOR
TW!:: fem!Reader, hints at upcoming smut, pierced nips (on Reggie), touching, no actual action, condom mentions, no Y/n, "Mask stays on," both naked to the waist.
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— Ouch, chill. You're poking me, hey! — you let out a little snort, tryna stay on your feet while Wrench, slightly towering over you, tries to "kiss" your neck without taking his mask off.
His hands are lazily roaming up your sides, sneaking under a shirt that's like three sizes too big and gripping your warm skin. Dude was a fan of squeezing and groping everything. Honestly? Reggie was pretty damn handsy in general..
His LED display flashes a smug "<3" and without a word, he pulls your shirt off, still prickling your skin with those spikes on his mask. Wrench couldn't give less of a shit that you were both in the DedSec hackerspace right now. Sitara and the others must've dipped out to go grab drinks and celebrate another W against some scummy corporations. So yeah, nobody was gonna interrupt.
— The Mask stays on.— Wrench mutters, his voice all distorted and needy through the voice mod.
He ain't doing it to be a dick. It's just that he's not confident enough yet that he'd be able to keep it up if he took it off. He'd probably lose all his nerve on the spot. Especially right in the middle of the Hackerspace.
— And, y'know, it's kinda got its own charm.— He purrs, running his fingers over your bare chest, warming up your twins. When it comes to what he likes more—he could never pick a side. He was both an ass- and tits-lover. — So, uh, you good? —
He pulls back for a sec and you get a solid look at him as he yanks his own shirt off. Lean but broad-shouldered, covered in goofy-ass tattoos that barely make any sense. His messy hair looking like a legit haystack. Ngl, he definitely didn't treat it with any care. Pierced n-... UH, what?
— Wait,— it slips out before you can even think. — You got your nips pierced and didn't tell me.—
Not a question—just straight up facts. Reggie shrugs all awkward, his mask glitching with "0 0" a couple times before he lets out a smug, almost mischievous snort:
— Surprise,— he grabs your hands in his, guiding 'em gently to his chest, like a hint that you can touch now, just be soft. — Didn't wanna tell you 'til they healed, 'cause you would've twisted 'em off like bolts..—
Now his pink areolas were decorated with little metal barbells with triangle ends. Cute. Friggin' adorable. This bastard could rock literally anything. He could buzz his hair into a barcode fringe and it'd still look fire on him.
— I'm deeply wounded you didn't tell me right away,— your fingers immediately pinch him playfully, not really hurting. — But I forgive you. 'Cause it looks hella good. And you're right—I would've groped you nonstop..—
A raspy, muffled chuckle comes from his end, and then he uses his body weight to press you into the armrest of the big couch behind you—the one Marcus usually crashed on. Wrench is fumbling with his jeans belt, yanking it off and kicking it to the floor. He's grinding against you and you can practically see it: he looks like a needy puppy starving for attention. His fingers tracing your sides, his masked face buried in your neck, his jeans still hanging without the belt. Freakin' hard for you. He reaches into his pocket and is relieved to find the coveted package of rubbers.
— Can I?— what he meant to be some suave macho voice comes out almost like a whimper. But he brushes it off quick and just waits for your reaction. You nod. — Sick) My Mikaela Banes from Transformers, I'm 'bout to do some heavy stuff to you—they're gonna need a full hazmat cleanup and be picking up my gears for days. —
While he's busy making sweet promises of future sticky and messy chaos, your little moment gets crashed by an awkward creak from the work desk to your left. Reginald instinctively covers your chest with his hand, spinning toward the sound and freezing up like a meerkat spotting danger.
In the dim light, barely visible around the corner, stands Marcus, grinning awkwardly with his laptop in hand. Guess he came back for it and tried not to interrupt.
— I'm just... dusting.— he's clearly already heading out, but that cursed desk totally snitched on him.
— Uh, can you like, get out? We're naked, dude.—
— Yeah, remind me to never talk to you ever again, you perv) — Holloway jokes, obviously. Nothing about Wrench's quirks actually weirds him out. Well, except maybe his obsession with robots... but hey, that's his whole thing.
Retro dips out, but leaves behind a massive elephant in the room. Though, Reggie moves past it quick.
— So... You still down for some rough animal-style fuckin'?..—
And he relaxes when he hears your soft giggle and approving nod. At least.. now nobody's definitely walking in on you.
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Hi! You're here. And it's still me, Yureyk.
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