Boob Misunderstanding
╰┈➤ Sonar x Female!Reader
𖥨᩠ׄ݁ Warnings: Reader has boobs, freak of a man, we’re freaks. Jealously! Angst? Reader is pissed. Also…timeline is a bit different, the cuff happened way before the final decision! Not smut but adult content
let’s be honest, you and the team freak weren’t on the best of terms today. He got himself locked up because he thought Coupé, would show him some boobs.
it pissed you off.
sonar was someone you thought was into you, after a couple of shared lunches and duo missions. Not to mention letting him eat your snacks- you kissed…once. Maybe he didn’t remember it, maybe you were too drunk or tired but you thought it mattered! You thought the Shit-Bat was into you.
so today’s missions didn’t go as planned. You weren’t a big team player. If you got paired with him, there was no team work. You were more hot headed. Decided to be reckless and destroy some shit- worst of all, you decide to flirt with Robert. You’d would be lying if you said you didn’t find him attractive, but he wasn’t your type.
“move,” you tap his shoulder hard with yours to get inside the break room, going straight for the fridge for your meal. You huffed and slammed yourself down on the chairs and your lunch onto the table.
sonar watched you tear up your sandwich like it was some wild animal. Your cheeks puffed out with the food inside and also your pouting…he found it sexy and cute.
“where’s my pie?” He asked. The air shifted when your gaze found him slowly, your eyes low and glaring, your mouth halting from your chewing.
“get your own fucking pie, fuck-tart! Tired of you leeching off me!” You throw your unopened soda can at him, which he doges and it hits the wall and goes spraying everywhere. His suit gets soaked a bit, and his fur which he shakes off.
“what’s your deal? Someone piss in your cereal today?”
maybe you should kill him. It wouldn’t hurt the team that much. The worst thing to come of it was you getting fired, maybe that was bad, but you could handle it.
“some fucking idiot decided to lead me on, he’s claims to be smart but really he’s just like ever other man in the planet! fucking stupid. Got himself cuffed up by trying to touch another woman.”
you wrap your sandwich back up and mumble curses under your breath. You could set the whole place on fire and watch as it burns to the ground.
“oh, that’s what it’s about. If it makes you feel better, it wasn’t her boobs that were promised.”
“so there’s another one too? great, makes me feel soo much better.”
just before you could stomp your way out of the room, his hand closes the door. his ears twitching and his noses doing the same.
“actually, your boobs where implied. said you wanted to show me something, said a shirt might be lost. something about you wanting me to help you find it, which I thought was code for sex.”
…..well, that’s not exactly what you thought happened.
you tense up and blink at him. your angry pout long gone and shifts into a wide and confused one. it’s like he can see you rethinking every life decision you’d ever made.
“fuck. yeah, my bad. totally thought you were trying to fuck Coupé.”
“she’s too pointy for me, feel like she’ll stab me in the dick.”
you eye him up and down. his calm demeanor, his matter of fact voice. god, he’s so fucking hot when he looks at you.
“there’s only one thing left to do.” you reach your hero suit and start to tug at the zipper along the chest. his ears shoot up and follow your movements.
“fuck yes.” he practically moans.
you stand there for a minute, letting your boobs spill free and the breeze slight hardens your nipples. sonar wants to reach out and touch them, back you up on the wall and rub his hands and tongue all over your pretty chest. but all he can do is stand there and take in the view.
“we should call in sick.”
“we’re already at work idiot.”
sonar whines when you put them back into your suit and close them off from his eyesight. you go back to eating while he’s whining and begging you to let him see them again, the whole damn day he’s staring at your chest like a starved man to a hot fresh meal.
jumps you at the end of the work shift to finally touch them.