Ok so it's way too early for me to be awake, so I try my hand at some drabble... Higgs and reader:
Whenever there's a party in camp, you'd dance. You pretty much invited everyone at least once to dance with you, some declined most eagerly say yes. You always rile them up to the point of no return, but never take any of them back to your place. No one knows it's because you're secretly hoping for this one guy to take you to his bed. You've asked Higgs, but he's one of the few to turn you down.
He knows he's hopelessly lost in your movements, and he knows he can't keep it together if you'd dance that close him.
One night, you haven't seen him yet and you know he's under a lot of pressure lately, so you decide to bring him some food and booze.
He's behind his desk when you walk in, hands full of snacks and a bottle. He doesn't look up.
"you need to eat something boss"
He looks up at the sound of your voice.
"ah it's you." He sighs heavily "fine. Sit." He points to a seat.
He eats and drinks a little but is soon distracted by what's on his desk again. He hasn't told you to leave, so you stay. The music outside is good though, and you can't keep still. You get up and dance softly, quietly to yourself, imagining it's him your dancing close to.
Suddenly you're startled by his hands on your hips, and his voice, gruff and hoarse in your ear.
"You have no idea what you're doing to me, do ya?" You feel his hard dick through his clothes, rubbing against your ass, trying to get friction. You roll your ass back into him, eliciting a strangled moan.
"You can choose now darlin', get out of my tent, or get in my bed."
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I'm sure I'm forgetting some people, sorry😘