Patched Up
Pairing: Will Miller x Reader
Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Minors, Do Not Interact.
Warnings: Cursing, fluff, angst, yearning, unrequited love, sexually explicit content—vaginal sex, oral sex (female receiving)
Notes: 1 of 3 fics my brain coughed out a few months ago. Set after the events of Triple Frontier. Just a lil oneshot. Not beta-read, so I’ll probably spot 28 typos as soon as I post!
Summary: Will Miller has always had an effect on you. Looking at him, being around him, it’s like an unraveling.
“Do you know that hot piece of manimal in the blue button down?” Your coworker practically moans.
“I will give you $500 to literally never use that word again,” You mutter, looking around the bar stealthily. You catch sight of the guy in the blue button down—and look away as quickly as you can. You know exactly who it is.
“So?” She adds, nudging your hip with hers.
“Mm,” You hum as noncommittally as possible, lifting your drink to your lips and taking a healthy pull, averting your eyes as much as possible, looking anywhere else that you possibly can. God, why did you pick this bar?
“C’mon,” She whines, “I haven’t been dicked down since way before my move. Do you know him or not?”
“It’s a small town,” You excuse, “Everyone knows everyone.”
“Hey!” You hear behind you, and your mind is suddenly pulled from the—ugh—manimal at the other side of the bar. Because of course if one of them is, the other can’t be far behind. They’re not joined at the hip, but—
You whirl around, a grin on your lips as you throw your arms around Ben Miller’s neck.