Summary: With the Batch heading into town to collect supplies, you’re left alone on the Marauder, giving you the perfect opportunity to enjoy a shower, and relieve your pent-up feelings. However, Tech forgot his holopad, and he’s met with a pretty sight, and even prettier words falling from your lips when he heads back to retrieve it.
Pairing: Tech x Reader
Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. This fic does not include any descriptions of her appearance.
Word count: 5.3k
Tags: Masturbation, Smut, Oral (receiving), sub!Reader, dom!Tech, Praise kink, Dirty talk, Semi-public sex, Friends to lovers, Mutual pining, First time.
Notes: I really wanted to write some dominant Tech, but I have NO idea if he’s in character here, so I’d appreciate any reassurance/feedback <3
nsfw headcanon: hunter Loves eating pussy, and he's damn good at it. he gets really into it and gains as much pleasure from it as his partner, will beg to eat you out
YES. Due to his heightened senses, he can smell your arousal the second it starts to form, and if you're smart about it, then you can use this to your advantage.
Hunter's taken you out for dinner. He's free from his armour, wearing a formal shirt and pants, his hair tied up in a ponytail, his bandana long gone. You opted for something flashy, revealing, tasteful, complimented by a thin pair of panties. The aim is to get him worked up tonight, and you start the second you both sit down at the dinner table.
Hunter knows when you're toying with him, he knew from the second he arrived at your apartment that you had something planned, but what he wasn't expecting was for you to trap him whilst out. The main course arrives, and you're starting to feel slightly damp, rubbing your thighs together lightly to work yourself up even more. It works, and you begin feeling your wetness spreading across your inner thighs, soaking through your panties.
Your poor partner can barely eat, let alone finish his food, and he keeps gawking at you, innocently eating without a care in the world. "I know what you're doing," Hunter groans. You deny it, shrugging playfully, all whilst overstimulating your wetness. "Mesh'la, I can smell you from here... You're- Kriff, we need to leave."
"But I'm enjoying my meal," you groan.
"Yeah? And I want to enjoy mine, but I don't mean this one," he gestures to his food.
"We can leave," you sweetly smile. Hunter lets out a deep sigh of relief, his arousal growing heavier as every second passes, but his face drops when you say, "after a few more glasses of wine."
Oh, he'll get you back for this, probably by over-stimulating you with his tongue, and his tongue alone.
Crosshair totally puts a toothpick in his mouth after he's done pounding his girl
I've spoken about this before, but please consider this: Crosshair never took it out to begin with, until...
He's pinned you down to his bunk, furiously pounding into you without a care in the world. Are both of you being too loud? Yes. Could anybody be overhearing you right now? Probably. Does Crosshair care? Of course not.
He lets out a grunt, breathing heavily through his nose, his teeth clenched together, threatening to snap the toothpick that's been in his mouth since before you two began. The only time he took it out was to kiss you, needy and hungrily, as always, before popping it back in as he told you, "I need you right now."
Crosshair tightening his grip on your hips, smirking when you cross your ankles over behind his back, pulling him close. "Loud and desperate, huh?" he smugly comments, his eyes squinting happily when you pout in response. "Let's tone it down a bit. Those sounds are for me, and me alone," Crosshair states, and with a heavy thrust, he slams his cock deep into you and holds it there.
One hand is placed beside your head, holding his weight as he bends forward, his face approaching yours. He only gives you a one worded order, his eyes flicking down to gesture exactly what he's on about. "Hold," Crosshair orders.
Lifting your head up slightly, you pick the toothpick from his lips, pressing it between your teeth, holding it just like he does. He grins at the sight whilst commenting, "it suits you," and before you can reply, he's began pounding into you again.
A firm hand wraps around your throat, leaving more than enough space for Crosshair to begin leaving his marks along your throat. Others still may be able to overhear you, but the hickeys covering your neck are a reminder to everybody that you're already taken for, and there are two things that Crosshair isn't usually one for sharing: his girl, and his toothpicks.