#tbb tech smut

[anxiouspineapple99]

You Don’t Have to Choose

Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader x Crosshair

Summary: Tech and Crosshair find themselves pining for the same woman. They share most other things so why not her too?

Warnings: This is filth. Just smutty smut. Oral sex (m & f receiving), PiV sex, softdom!Tech, fingering, threesome (NO c!onecest) Crosshair catches feelings, absolutely 18+ because this isn’t for minors.

Word Count: 5k — yeah I just went balls to the wall with this one lol

A/N: This was my first ever smut piece so please be kind 🥲. Thank you to my amazing proofreaders @dystopicjumpsuit and @starrylothcat I don’t deserve you!

Dividers courtesy of: @tcwmatchmakingau

You knelt between Crosshair’s knees, dabbing the gauze soaked in bacta across his knuckles, “For Maker’s sake Cross, what did you hit? A durasteel wall? You’re lucky I didn’t need to stitch this up.”

The silver-haired sniper hissed an inaudible swear through his teeth but refused to answer.

“Actually it was a B-1, but instead of a clean hit his knuckles collided with a joint causing more damage to the dermis,” Tech’s voice rang out from the cockpit.

“Tattletell,” Crosshair grumbled, “Hunter was overwhelmed. It was…reflex.”

A soft smile crept to your lips as you cooed, “I knew you were secretly a softie, Cross.” You continued your care of his hands, brushing your fingertips comfortingly across them. It was a touch that was more affectionate than clinical. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.”

Crosshair shifted uncomfortably at the praise, refusing to meet your eyes but you were certain a smile briefly pulled at the corners of his mouth before he suppressed it.

“Tech!” you called as you finished gathering the contents of your medkit, “don’t think I didn’t see that head wound you tried to hide from me when you got back!” You huffed impatiently as you marched into the cockpit.

“I am fine. Your concern is unwarranted,” Tech held up his hand to you which you immediately swatted away.

“I’m the medic here. I’ll make that call.” You grabbed his chin and turned him to face you. He rolled his eyes as you inspected the head wound that was poorly tended and still bleeding.

“I swear to the Force, Tech. You and Crosshair are, without a doubt, my worst patients. Hunter and Wrecker let me take care of them with no complaints. But you two? You hide everything and Crosshair is so tight lipped I have to use a hydrospanner to get him to open up about his injuries. Just. Let. Me. Do. My. Job.” You furrowed your brow as you tenderly cleaned and covered his injury. Your fingers brushed down along his jaw sending a slight chill down his spine. You pulled out your pen torch and reached for Tech’s goggles.

He pushed your hand away, “That is unnecessary. My injury was not substantial enough to…” he paused when he heard the clicking of your grinding teeth. “Very well, if you insist,” he relented, lifting his goggles from his face.

Your face softened as you leaned in to shine the pen torch in each eye. “Pupillary light response is normal.”

Tech turned back to face the viewport, “I told you as such.”

You pushed yourself between his knees and caged him in against the pilot’s seat. “Uh-uh. I want to make myself abundantly clear, Tech.” You leaned into him nearly nose to nose and intensely held his gaze, “Stop hiding injuries from me. And tell your brother he needs to verbalize what he needs from me.”

Tech inhaled and met your intensity. While he didn’t carry the imposing stature of Wrecker, he was not easily intimidated. “I will share injuries when I feel they require your expertise. And you and I both know Crosshair is hardly a conversationalist. That is his nature and you cannot change him.”

Your lips pressed into a hard line. “I’m not asking to change him, I am asking for cooperation. From you both.”

Tech put his goggles back on before retorting, “The best I can offer is speaking on Cross’s behalf. I did it when we were cadets on Kamino and sometimes still do. He dislikes the Kaminoans and medical procedures even more.”

You closed your eyes and sighed as you relented, “Fine. That’s fair. I understand his discomfort and if your speaking for him means I can better help him then we can do that.” You pressed your forehead to Tech’s “But you, sir, will be the death of me if you keep hiding injuries. Please, try to trust that I can help you. Even with the insignificant ones.”

Tech blinked rapidly, taken aback by your sudden intimate show of affection, “I do trust you.”

You pulled back with a look of sadness and exhaustion in your eyes, “Prove it then.” You gathered your medkit and climbed over his lithely long leg before pausing at the door to the cockpit, “You’re medically cleared, by the way. If you feel any discomfort feel free to let me know, though I’m sure you won’t.”

“What was that?” Crosshair sat in the copilot seat and flung his feet onto the console.

Tech shot him a glare before answering, “She seems to believe that I do not trust her. And she wants you to speak up and tell her what you need.” Crosshair hummed in acknowledgment, staring straight ahead. Tech continued, “I told her I would speak on your behalf regarding any medical issues.”

Crosshair tilted his head toward his brother, “We aren’t cadets anymore. You don’t have to do that.”

“I am aware. However, I am also aware of how distressing medical procedures still are for you. No matter how minor.” Tech remembered how many medical procedures he’d had to intervene on Crosshair's behalf. He’d do it for the rest of their lives if he had to.

“Thanks,” he let his head flop back onto the headrest. “Should we tell her?”

“Perhaps. I have been thinking about that. We agreed to not confess our attraction to her owing to not wanting her to have to choose, correct?” Tech fiddled with controls as he spoke.

“Yeah?” Crosshair’s leg bounced, not knowing what Tech was thinking was rare for him and it always made him nervous when it happened.

“What if we did not ask her to choose?” Tech asked pointedly.

“You mean you want to… share her?” The incredulity was dripping in Crosshair’s voice at Tech’s suggestion. The two of them shared many things, living spaces, genetics, secrets, sometimes even clothing when they weren’t paying attention when putting on their blacks, but a woman? That would be a first.

“Precisely,” he held up his finger, eyes fixed on the console before him.

“What makes you think she would go for it?” Crosshair ran his fingers through his silver locks.

“She shows all the markers for physical attraction at the minimum: pupillary dilation upon seeing us, elevation in heart rate and respiration, opting for closer physical proximity to us.” Pride beamed from Tech’s face as he continued, “And a particularly charming smile that I have only ever seen directed towards us.”

Crosshair leaned forward and looked at Tech, concern still etched into his brow. “But both of us?”

“What do we have to lose? We already avoid her as it is. At least we would have a reason if she was not amenable to the suggestion.” Tech answered ardently.

Crosshair narrowed his eyes at Tech. “And if she is amenable?”

Tech glanced back toward him with a slight shrug. “Lucky us.”

***********

You reclined across the crash seats, feet kicked up as you caught up with journals on the most u-pto-date medical practices. You were deeply focused on efficient battlefield stabilization techniques when Crosshair’s voice startled you.

“You could get hurt sitting like that.”

You let out a squeak as your datapad flew from your hands. Tech easily caught it single handed as he stood over you.

“Maker, you almost made me jump out of my skin, Cross!” As you sat up you realized only Tech and Crosshair had approached you. “Is everything okay? Do you need me to take a look at that hand, Crosshair? You’re not having headaches, are you Tech?” You stood up, ready to grab your medkit.

Crosshair stood behind Tech, flicking his toothpick idly as his eyes drank you in from head to toe. “No. We have no physical complaints. Crosshair and I actually have a proposition for you,” Tech’s unfalteringly calm voice gave you chills as he caged you in against the wall.

“What would that be?” Your voice cracked as you attempted to steady your breathing.

“We find you exceptionally alluring.” Even through his goggles you could see desire burning in his eyes. “And we know you are also attracted to us.”

You narrowed your eyes at him trying not to give up your cards too soon, “You seem quite sure of that.”

A smile curled at the corners of Tech’s mouth. He slowly leaned in, licking his lips as he hovered so close to your ear you could feel his breath all the way down your neck. “Do not play coy, mesh’la. That is a game you will not win. I am seldom wrong. We see the smiles, the close proximity you unconsciously try to keep to us. I’ve seen your pupillary response when speaking to myself and Crosshair as opposed to Hunter and Wrecker. I have watched your increased respiration and felt your heart rate increase through your radial pulse when I have held your wrist.”

An involuntary whine vibrated in your chest, “Y-You noticed all of that?”

The sound pulled a smile from Crosshair, “Hear that Tech? She’s already worked up.” He leaned over Tech’s shoulder, licking his lips as his eyes remained fixed on your crotch.

Tech cocked an eyebrow, “Indeed. She is even prettier when she’s flustered.”

Crosshair grinned deviously and whispered in your other ear, “Give up, doll. Tech’s right. You won’t win this game.” He grazed your ear with his teeth before pulling back to stand behind Tech again leaving you momentarily breathless.

“Would you acquiesce to allowing Crosshair and myself to provide you with an evening of pleasure you have never known before?”

Your heart fluttered at the suggestion. Your eyes looked from Crosshair to Tech before giving your answer. “Yes. Yes, I would very much enjoy an evening with you.”

Crosshair flicked his toothpick into a nearby bin. He leaned in and gripped your chin, “You’re in for a treat princess. Tech? Explain the rules to her.”

As he turned to walk away, Tech leaned back in, brushing his nose from your hairline down to the delicate dip where your neck and shoulder meet. He pulled down the collar of your body glove enough to expose the soft skin where he began to kiss you. You gasped. His mouth felt incredible. What started light and soft ended with him leaving his mark.

“Just follow my directions, cyare, and you will experience the greatest pleasure you will ever know,” he murmured.

************

When you arrived back on Kamino, the boys sent you ahead to the barracks while they headed to the medical bay for the regular check in and check up from the Kaminoans. The silence in the room was only broken by the Kaminoan rain tapping on the windows. As you moved about arranging equipment and settling in, your mind wandered to Tech and Crosshair. Ever since your conversation, you’d noticed they’d been more affectionate. A hand in the small of your back, a tap on the chin, breathing in your scent in tight spaces; and every show of affection sent you spiraling deeper into your feelings for them.

Tech had implied he’d arranged something with Hunter that would give the three of you privacy in the barracks at some point. The thought brought flutters to your chest. The anticipation was torturous, and just imagining what Cross and Tech had planned for you caused you to ache. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door hissing open. You were surprised to see Tech entering alone.

“Well, cyare. Are you ready? Hunter and Wrecker have previous engagements elsewhere. We agreed we should make the most of the time alone,” he purred as he leaned on his workbench.

“And Cross?” You glanced at the door waiting for him to stroll in with his signature swagger.

“He will join us later. We have already discussed it. You are mine right now. Next time he will have the honor of doing this. Of preparing you.”

His words sent you reeling. You are mine right now. The possessiveness of his tone sent your heart racing and made you ache more in the deepest depths of your core.

“Do you mind if I record us? I would thoroughly enjoy rewatching to identify what exactly makes you come completely unraveled. For next time.” He tapped the recording device on his goggles.

“Next time?” Your breath hitched, “There’s…there’s going to be a next time?”

“Assuming you are pleased with our performance, yes. We would like this to be a recurring experience. Both together and individually. Our attraction to you does traverse the physical into the emotional. I thought that was obvious.”

A soft whimper escaped you before you answered, “Yes, of course you can record this Tech.”

He nodded, removing the last of his armor, leaving him standing before you in his blacks. He reached his hand out to you, a gesture that was far more chivalrous than you’d anticipated for the evening. You accepted his outstretched hand and he guided you to Crosshair’s bunk. You began to undress, but he stopped you.

“Allow me, mesh’la. I would like to take this moment alone to appreciate you.”

Piece by piece he stripped you down to nothing, kisses trailing behind the shed garments. You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his soft lips brushing over your body. He studied you; his hands learned you. His touch was soft and gentle as he traced your features,placing kisses on all of your exposed skin. You cupped his cheeks and pulled him in, your tongue teasing at his lips, begging for entry. His kisses were methodical like everything he did. He was testing, experimenting with different techniques, seeing what you liked. Paying attention to your body language and adjusting accordingly. However, while every move was deliberate, there was a gentle reverence there as well. He stroked and nuzzled and caressed. He guided you to the bunk, he leaned against the head of the bed and settled you between his legs.

As you reclined in his lap, you felt so vulnerable and yet safe. His fingertips wandered your naked body as he placed kisses all along your neck.

“Relax cyar’ika. You spend all your time caring for us. Allow me to care for you.” The rumble of his voice in his chest spurred on the heat growing between your legs. You sighed a soft whine and he smiled, “It would seem you find my touch pleasurable already.”

Just the sound of his voice had your pussy clenching, “Oh stars, Tech. Please don’t stop.”

“I had not planned on it,” his lips brushed your ear as he spoke, sending chills across your body. You reached behind you and clasped your hand to the back of his neck, grasping the hair at the nape. He growled in response to your touch, a new sound you’d not heard from him before but certainly wanted to hear again.

His hands continued to wander until they settled on your breasts. His deft fingers moved and played with your nipples with the same skill and agility you’d seen used while he tinkered under the control panel of the Marauder. The feeling of the soft concentric circles he was drawing pulled a lewd groan from you as you arched your back.

“Fascinating,” was all he said as he continued his ministrations with one hand and trailed the other to between your legs. You were dripping wet already, yearning for relief. You spread your legs more hoping to entice him. He ran his finger softly along your folds, you bucked your hips chasing the pleasure his fingers brought. He hummed, “All in good time, darling. All in good time. Maker, you are so wet already. I am, admittedly, a little jealous that Crosshair gets to eat your pussy tonight. But that does not mean I cannot taste you now.”

He traced your sex a few more times, admiring it. His other hand left your breast, trailing lightly down your torso to your folds to spread you open. He dipped a finger inside you slowly, swirling and thrusting. He brought the finger to his mouth groaning at the taste of you, his cock twitching beneath his blacks. You inhaled sharply. His touch was divine and you didn’t want him to stop.

“Mmm you appear to enjoy the feeling of my fingers, cyar’ika. Shall I do that again?” He ghosted over your pussy, teasing with a featherlight touch.

“Oh by the Force,Tech…” you mewled, “yes, please do that again.”

He hummed, sliding two digits into you next. His dexterous fingers reached that glorious spot inside of you, pulling a filthy moan from deep within.

“Mmmm, yes, I notice this spot–” Tech pressed again, eliciting another lewd sound from you, “–is one I would like to investigate more later. Perhaps, when we are alone again?”

He had rendered you speechless and all you could manage was a sharp nod and a weak “uh huh” as he toyed with you.

The door hissed open again as Crosshair strolled inside. “How’s our little kitten, Tech?”

His smokey voice caused your pussy to clench around Tech’s fingers. “Based on the reaction she is having to your voice, I’d say she is eager and ready.”

Crosshair grinned as he removed his armor, “Mmm. ‘s shame I won’t be doing much talking this time around.” He looked at you, “Tech does enough talking for the both of us. Hope you don’t mind, princess.”

Your chest heaved, out of breath already from the teasing Tech had been putting you through, “I think I’ll manage. I do love hearing Tech talk.”

Crosshair lithely climbed onto the foot of his bunk. He hooked your knees over his shoulders, his eyes lust-filled and his erection pressing against his blacks. He began nibbling and licking the inside of your legs, working his way to your core. For a while Tech continued with his fingers inside of you. He was skillful and his ability to learn quickly meant he’d found nearly every spot inside of you that caused you to fall apart around his hands. However, as Crosshair approached your core, he looked up at Tech and gave him a sharp nod. Tech removed his fingers from your aching pussy, and you whined now feeling empty without him.

“Shhh, Crosshair will take care of you, beautiful.” He sucked his fingers clean once again as Crosshair began licking your outer folds.

You bucked your hips and groaned as Cross moved painfully slowly across you. He alternated licking and sucking your folds with biting the inside of your thighs, leaving purple marks in his wake. Crosshair was needy and aggressive, a stark contrast to Tech’s gentle and methodical approach. He gripped your thighs plunging his tongue deep inside of you, fueled by the moaning, mewling mess it made you. Tech brought his mouth to one of your nipples. As his tongue teased you, you felt yourself approaching your climax.

“I..uhgn…I’m so close..”

Crosshair looked up, meeting Tech’s eyes, communicating something only the two of them understood. Tech immediately eased up on his ministrations. You whined at the abrupt halt to his rhythmic play.

“I am sorry darling. Crosshair wants to enjoy you a little longer and should I continue at that pace you would orgasm far sooner than he would like.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. He still tasted like you. His lips then moved to your neck, kissing, sucking, biting as his hands caressed you. Tech handled you with the same care he handled the Marauder, while Crosshair was unyielding and harsh. He was holding you so tightly you’d have bruises later.

Crosshair growled, devouring you like you were a fine meal. His face glistened with your slick as he pulled back to slide his slender finger inside you, first one and then two. He was rough with his mouth, but his fingers moved as they did across the trigger of his beloved rifle.

As he found his own rhythm, his tongue moved to your clit. The sudden sensation forced a squeal from you. You felt Crosshair smile against you and picked up his pace, sucking and kissing your clit, stoking the fire within. He growled as he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers. The shameless moans of his name and gyration of your hips told him your climax was fast approaching and he was ready to guide you to the precipice.

Tech rumbled, “It would seem Cross is ready for you to finish, and so am I.”

Your hips bucked into Crosshair’s face as his tongue flicked across your sensitive bud and his fingers caressed the same spot Tech had investigated earlier with his sniper’s precision. You careened over the edge as Tech covered your mouth to stifle your involuntary scream of Crosshair’s name. After working you through your peak he sat up looking rather pleased with himself, your slick covering his mouth and hands.

“How are you doing, pretty thing?” Crosshair cooed with a softness he kept tightly locked away as he kissed all the marks he’d left on your thighs.

“I’m excellent,” you huffed, catching your breath.

“Think you’re up for round two?” Crosshair ran a calloused hand softly along your leg.

“Absolutely.” You leaned toward him and stroked his cheek, “I knew you were a softie, Cross.”

He rolled his eyes before planting a soft kiss on your palm. “Don’t tell Hunter.”

***********

“On your knees.” The commanding timbre of Tech’s voice sent a blazing heat to your core as you repositioned yourself onto all fours. Crosshair freed himself from his blacks first. He was swollen, hard, and throbbing as he ached to be consumed by you.

“Oh Cross. So. Big. I’m gonna swallow all of you,” you whined, eager to have him in your mouth.

Crosshair reclined back, eyes blown with lust. You licked your lips as you eyed the precum glistening at his velvety tip.

“Go ahead, cyare. He’s ready,” Tech encouraged.

You crawled toward Crosshair, catching his gaze. You licked him from base to tip, pressing the flat of your tongue against his head, lapping up the precum. You began swirling your tongue around the ridge of his head as you kneaded his muscular thighs. Crosshair groaned and grabbed a handful of your hair. You released the tip and began licking him from base to tip again, interspersed occasionally with kisses and a graze of teeth. Crosshair moaned and gripped your hair tighter as you took him in your mouth. You almost gagged as he brushed the back of your throat. You paused to relax, to take him all in. Slowly you began to bob your head and soon Crosshair exceeded your pace, gyrating and bucking his hips, his fingers tangling in your locks as he fucked your mouth. Your name was a prayer on his tongue that he quietly yet devoutly recited.

Tech brushed the tip of his cock against your folds and in spite of your mouth being full of Crosshair, he heard the sinful sounds coming from you. He teased you with the tip just as he had with his fingers earlier. You tried to rock your hips backward into him, needing him to fill you up. You felt empty and desperate for him. He placed his hand on your hips to steady you as he slowly sheathed himself. The stretch around him was perfect. You felt his every ridge rubbing against your walls, and you instinctively rocked into him. Tech slowly pulled out leaving only the tip and thrust again, his own sinful sounds intensifying.

“So amazing…perfect for us. Perfect for me. You take me so well mesh’la. You’re so wet…hng…so tight. Such a good girl… your mouth is taking Crosshair so well, pretty girl.”

Tech quickly matched Crosshair’s pace and intensity. Had you not been so lost in the throes of ecstasy you probably would have joked that you resembled a rotisserie nuna. The feel of Tech running his hands the length of your back had you falling apart. You lost track of time as the room was filled with the wanton moans of all three of you as well as the sound of Tech’s thighs slapping against your backside. When Crosshair’s rhythm began to become irregular you cupped his balls, toying with and massaging him drawing sounds from him you hadn’t even known were possible.

“Cross is going to finish now, love. I need your mouth free so you can use your words for me,” you heard Tech croon as he rubbed your back encouragingly.

Crosshair shuddered, a final gutteral moan of your name fell from his lips. You eagerly swallowed all he had to give you. He leaned in, cradling your chin and pulled you in for a kiss filled with warmth and affection.

Tech wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest, “Do you want Crosshair to play with your breasts while I fuck you, darling?”

“Y-yes. Yes, please,” you breathlessly mewled as you reached back and locked your fingers behind Tech’s neck.

“Good girl,” Tech growled into your ear, resuming his steady thrusting.

Crosshair ran the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples, a pleased sigh leaving him as they pebbled under his touch. Your head lolled back resting on Tech’s chest and he took the opportunity to capture your lips in an impassioned kiss. Crosshair cupped your breasts, massaging them as he took a nipple in his mouth. His tongue drew concentric circles around one sensitive bud and his thumb mimicked the movement on the other. You felt the coil deep within you tightening, moaning their names as you felt yourself approaching another climax.

“Tech…Cross… I’m gonna…”

“Not yet, love,” Tech’s thrusts slowed and Crosshair pulled himself from your nipple with a pop. In a single swift motion Tech flipped you onto your back.

“Look at me, mesh’la. I have not seen enough of those exquisite eyes tonight. I want you looking at me when you cum.” His eyes were hungry as he met your gaze.

He crashed into your lips, tongue brushing against them, demanding access you readily granted him. He cupped your breast, flicking your nipple beneath his thumb. You bucked your hips into him, meeting his own steady thrusts. His cock hit the point of divinity yet again, over and over drawing obscene moans from you as he dragged his teeth over your neck.

“You are doing so well, cyare. Now, be a good girl. Tell us who you belong to, and I’ll let you cum. Look me in the eyes and tell me who you belong to,” Tech demanded as he caged you in on the bed, his thrusts becoming erratic.

You brought your palms to his cheeks, “Y-yours…oh maker…yours, Tech and Crosshair.”

“That’s our good girl,” Tech smiled before his lips collided with yours again, muffling the pornographic sounds of the two of you simultaneously reaching your climax and then riding it out together.

Tech rolled off of you and you rested your head on his chest, spent and coming down from your high. Crosshair brought a few towels over and some water. He settled in next to you pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he whispered “Mine” over and over and tenderly cleaned you up.

Tech nuzzled into your ear, “I hope I have adequately proven now that I do, in fact, trust you.”

You huffed a chuckle leaning into his touch, “If all of this was to prove you trust me, it was a bit excessive. Not that I’m complaining but just letting me do my job would have sufficed.”

He drew a finger down your sternum, tracing the outline of your breasts, “Indeed, if this had been an exercise solely to prove I trust you it would have been excessive. However, that was not the sole purpose.”

“Go on,” you looked up at him inquisitively.

“Primarily this was because we, Crosshair and myself, have harbored deep-seated feelings of affection for you for quite some time. We felt it was time to act upon them.”

You reached over your shoulder running your fingers over Crosshair’s jaw, “That true, Cross?”

“Pretty much, kitten,” Crosshair purred into your hair as his hands ghosted along your curves.

You hummed contentedly, “I’m glad you did.”

“As much as we are loving the view, it would probably behoove you to dress as Wrecker and Hunter shall be returning soon. I do not wish to share this with them. You are ours,”

You sat up and turned to face them. You pulled Crosshair to you, pressing a fervent kiss to his lips before whispering, “I am yours…” against them. After pulling back, you followed suit with Tech, drawing your teeth across his bottom lip before whispering, “…and only yours” against his lips. Fortunately you dressed in record time because just as you finished Hunter and Wrecker returned.

***********

You’d settled onto the uncomfortable sofa with your datapad, Wrecker’s snoring overpowering the sound of the soldering Tech was still doing at his workbench. A soft brush of fingers across your shoulder pulled you from your reading. Crosshair stood beside you, refusing to make eye contact through his ever present scowl.

“Will…” he rolled his tongue along the inside of his cheek, “will you stay with me tonight?”

“I’d love to,” you whispered as you rose and followed him to his bunk. Before he climbed into bed you gave him a quick goose and a wink when he spun around to face you.

“Didn’t get enough earlier, huh?” He leaned in, pressing his temple to yours, “You’ll have to be a good girl and wait.”

You giggled and settled in next to him. His arms wrapped around you as he pressed his nose into your hair and soon he’d drifted into an unusually peaceful sleep.

You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but you awoke to Tech’s soft kiss to your forehead, “Apologies mesh’la. I did not mean to wake you. I just wanted one last kiss from my girl before finally retiring to my bunk.” He softly brushed your hair out of your face before leaning in for a more passionate kiss on the lips. “While you are sleeping in Cross's bed tonight, I shall be watching my recording of you,” he whispered against your lips. You clenched your thighs together, aroused knowing that Tech would be watching you all over again.

Tech settled into his bunk and pulled up the file. He was used to sharing a lot with Crosshair, but sharing you was still going to take some getting used to. At least his recordings were always of excellent quality.

Tag List Babes 💕: @deejadabbles @starqueensthings @sunshinesdaydream @dystopicjumpsuit @wings-and-beskar @starrylothcat @freesia-writes @blueink-bluesoul @littlemissmanga @mandos-mind-trick @808tsuika @stardusthuntress @sinfulsalutations @zaana

#the bad batch #anxiouspineapple99 writes #clone wars smut #smut smut smut #the bad batch smut #bad batch smut #crosshair smut #tech smut #tbb tech smut #tbb crosshair x reader #tbb tech x reader #x reader #clone thirsting #star wars smut #crosshair bad batch #tech bad batch

[thrawns-babygirl]

Making Eyes (Tech x F!Reader)

Hello Tech Girlies (GN)

So! A lot of emotions are running high after yesterday huh? I totally understand TBH, while I am a Crosshair Girlie at heart, I do also adore Tech and I can empathize with some of the emotions yall are going through.

This was so much fun to write and it turned into the longest thing I have ever written so I hope you all enjoy. Feedback is greatly appreciated.

And yes, Phee is in this story but she is like, the ultimate wing woman dw, fully platonic.

Rating: E (18+) Summary: Tech has been giving you eyes forever now, and Phee takes it upon herself to help him talk to you Warnings: Oral (M!Receiving), grinding, unprotected PiV, Creampies Word Count: 4300+

Masterlist

Tech was staring at you. Again.

I was a daily occurrence at this point, whenever you would visit Cid’s Parlour you would hang out with Omega, bring Wrecker some food, play a couple games of Dejarik or Sabacc with Echo or simply have a few drinks with the boys. It was a nice piece of normalcy for the squad of rogue clones. It was nice having a friend.

“You know, starin’ at her isn’t gonna get her to talk to you” Phee sat down on the stool next to tech, placing a hand on his shoulder as she took a sip of her drink. Tech sighed, lips tightening to a thin line as he took one last look at you before turning to the pirate. Sorry, liberator of ancient artifacts.

“I do not understand your obsession with getting her and I to talk” Tech replied taking a sip of his drink, eyeing you over the rim of the glass. Phee just chuckled “because you got it bad Brown Eyes” polishing off her drink and motioning the bar tender to bring her another she stared him down. It was so painfully obvious to everyone that Tech did indeed ‘have it bad’ for you but he just… had no idea what to do, and Tech never had no idea what to do. He was the one with the plans, back up plans and back up plans for those back up plans, but when it came to you his mind simply… stopped working.

“Look, its painful watching you make eyes at her across the bar every time she comes in, you should just go up and talk to her. Talking is your specialty, there’s gotta be somethin’ that brain of yours can come up with to woo her” Tech frowned. It’s not like he hadn’t tried coming up with something to say to you it was just… he was never properly socialised to interact with women, so far Cid and Phee were the only adult women he had interacted with for an extended period of time outside of the likes of Nala Se and the Kaminoans. He knew, in theory, what he could say to you, but he had no practical data to go off of. He had been involved in maybe two or three one night stands before the fall of the Republic, and they were almost always rushed, semi pleasurable ways to blow off steam. He's never been worried about rejection before. And the thought of you rejecting him sent cold shocks of fear rushing down his spine.

Phee sighed… this was gonna take more work than she thought. “I simply… Do not know what to do” he mumbled, it was always hard for Tech to admit when he didn’t know something, it was his sole purpose in life to know things, to always have answers and solutions. The tightness in his chest and the weight in his stomach was something he was very much not used to, even while on a battlefield knee deep in mud with driods closing in on all sides he had never felt this amount of uncertainty.

“You just gotta work the charm, tell her she looks pretty, ask about her day… that kinda thing. Ask her to play a game of dejarik and strike up a conversation that way… and don’t look now but she’s coming over this way” Tech choked on his drink, coughing spilling some of the contents on his pants. Great now he looks like a fool.

When he turned around, he saw you stifling a giggle as you slid onto the stool on the other side of Phee, asking the bartender for a drink. “Hey sugar, what are you up to this time of night” Phee makes such easy conversation with you, it makes him jealous. Why couldn’t he just find the words, why couldn’t he swallow his fear and just talk to you. He can talk for hours about anything. If only you would ask him about the components of a hyperdrive or about the capacitors or about-

“Wow is that true Tech?” Tech is ripped from his thoughts as he looks over at you, you’re smiling at him with wide, beautiful, eyes. “Pardon?” he asks lamely, inwardly kicking himself for not paying attention. “I was just telling her about the races on Safa Toma” Phee smirks over at him, bringing her drink up to her lips before inclining her head as if to say ‘go on’.

“Yes I did partake in the Riot Races on Safa Toma multiple rotations ago. It was on a whim in order to help Cid settle some debts” your eyes widen slightly. Okay maybe he could do this. He inwardly thanks Phee before launching into the specifics of why he was racing, what happened with Tey-0, the modifications on his racer he had to do prior to the race, his strategies and to his surprise you were listening with bated breath, hanging on every word he was saying. Your elbows resting on the bar, drink long forgotten as the hours dragged on. From there the conversation flowed naturally, reminding himself of what Phee had said he asks you about your day, about what you were doing at work, your last few games of dijarek against Echo. He listens as you lament about not being able to beat his brother “perhaps I could show you some strategies. I have played multiple games against Echo and could show you not only specific manoeuvres that would work against him specifically, but also the game as a whole” your smile makes his insides melt.

“Well, I’m gonna turn in for the night, I’ll see you two around” Phee places a hand on both of Tech’s and your shoulders before standing up and walking towards the door, giving a polite wave to the other batchers as she exits. Leaving Tech alone with you. His thoughts catch up with him again without having Phee as a buffer, would you still be interested in talking to him? Just him? Would he even know what to say?

“So, what else do you do for fun? I only ever see you all hanging around here” your smile is so genuine. He would have to thank Phee later for laying the groundwork for him as conversation continues to flow smoothly, effortlessly almost. Much to his surprise you actually do ask him about hyperdrives and how they operate, telling him about how you always wanted to be a mechanic, but the universe had other plans for you. He’s never been more enraptured with anyone than he is with you right now. You listen to his every word, asking questions, enjoying his answers, giggling at his dry wit.

It's only when he notices that there is no one else in the parlour anymore that he checks his chrono and balks at the time. You sigh “Maybe I should get going, I know that Cid doesn’t like just anyone staying after she closes” you stretch your arms above your head as you stand up and Tech can’t help the way his eyes run down your body as you move. Tech is not a spiritual man, he is a man of science, but he believes that you are the closest thing to a goddess that he will ever encounter.

“It is very late, perhaps I should accompany you back to your domicile” he gets off his stool, motioning towards the door. You hesitate slightly before nodding, a slight dusting of colour on your cheeks. “I would very much like that, Tech” you smile at him again. And by the stars he swears it is a sight he would never tire of.

The walk back to your apartment is mostly spent in companionable silence, sometimes one of you would make an observation to the other, but otherwise it is nice. Comfortable even. You, however are entirely oblivious to Tech’s internal struggle. He wants nothing more than to tell you everything he’s feeling, divulge his every emotion to you as you walk next to one another down the quiet streets of Ord Mantell. He just wishes he could find the words, tell you enough without telling you too much, without frightening you off with the sheer depth of what he feels for you. Every now and then your hands brush, fingers grazing slightly as you continue walking. He expects you to pull away, he expects you to recoil but you don’t. So, like the inquisitive man he is, he continues brushing his hand against yours, periodically at first before making the action seem more intentional, watching you out of the corner of his eye to gauge your reaction to the contact.

After the third or fourth obviously intentional graze of his hand against yours you surprise him by intwining your fingers with his, silently, your eyes never once leaving the path ahead of you. Tech’s brain completely fries. He has no idea where to go from here, maker he never thought he would even get this far with you and now he is in uncharted territory. Once again at a complete loss for words, it takes a moment for him to realise that you have come to a stop in front of an apartment building. Your hand leaves his and while it’s not a cold night he misses your warmth already. He wishes he could simply hold your hand forever and never let you go. He has never really been a fan of other people touching him, he has been actually quite touch averse his whole life, but something about the softness of your skin and the meaning of the contact has him longing for more.

“This is me” you say with a small smile, you look almost embarrassed, and it takes Tech a moment to figure out why “We… we passed this location approximately 20 standard minutes prior” he says with a raised eyebrow. You shuffle from one foot to the other, avoiding eye contact as you blush all the way from your neck to the tips of your ears. “I uh… I wanted to keep spending time with you” you let out a small laugh, still looking anywhere but him as you approach you door. “Would you… would you like to come in?” your hopeful smile is breathtaking, if only you knew how unnecessary all of your nerves were, if only you knew how much he too wanted to continue spending tonight with you, as well as every night beyond this one.

Kriff… the realisation hits him like a speeder. You may actually… return his feelings. You could potentially be interested in pursuing him… romantically. His thoughts grind to a halt as he realises he still has not responded to you, your face becoming slightly crestfallen as you presume his lack of answer is a refusal. “Yes! Yes of course… I would uh love to” inwardly cringing at the volume and excitement present in his voice Tech clears his throat as you lead him inside your home. If he is honest with himself he is very curious to look around your home, to learn a little bit more information about you without seeming too eager, eyes darting around to take in as many details as he can.

Your living space is tidy and modest, a well-worn couch, a small kitchen area, a door leading off to what he assumes to be a bedroom as well as a holo projector on the wall facing the couch. Shelves hold up various holos of what looks to be you and your family and friends. It brings a smile to his face as he looks around getting this insight into the way you live, the life you lead, you as a person.

“Caf? I know it’s late but you seem like the kinda guy who lives off the stuff” you ask, he chuckles and nods “sorry its only the crappy instant stuff, work has been kinda slow recently” you begin pouring the powdered caf into two mugs before boiling some water. “No apologies necessary, I have lived off military rations and bad caf my whole life, I am very used to it by now” the smile on his face grows as he watches you work, observing your small idiosyncrasies as you go, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth as you pour the water, focusing on not burning yourself, fanning the steaming cups with your hands before adding a small amount of sweetener to both cups and bringing them over towards Tech who is still standing in the middle of your living space.

“Feel free to take a seat, I know it’s not much but it’s home” you smile and Tech has the overwhelming urge to take your face in his hands and connect his lips with yours. Would you allow that? Would you want that from him? You seem to be showing interest but he has no way of knowing how far you are willing to go, did you want him romantically or were you just being friendly and hospitable?

The two of you make easy conversation, sipping on your caf and enjoying each other’s company as the projector plays a muted holo in front of you. You slowly edging closer to him on the couch until your sides are pressed against each other. Tech finished his caf a long time ago, but is hesitant to place his mug down on the table in front of him, if he does he has no reason to stay here, he has no reason not to go back towards the parlour and his brothers and leave you for the night. Your eyes scan over the aurebesh subtitles of the holo in front of you. “I’ve seen this holovid at least a dozen times. It’s about a group of smugglers trying to make a better life for themselves. Makes me think of you and your brothers a little bit” you lean your head on his shoulder, the contact making Tech’s hear beat faster, his hands becoming clammy as he takes a leap of faith and moves his hand over your shoulder, letting you move closer into his side.

You press your body as close to him as you can, and Tech decides then and there that should he die tonight, he will die the happiest man in the galaxy. He slowly begins soothing circles over your shoulder as the two of you continue watching the vid in front of you, now with the sound turned up slightly. The scene where one of the smugglers kisses the woman he is in love with flashes in front of him and he is once again flooded with the indescribable urge to press his lips against yours. You fail to stifle a yawn as you rest against him and Tech looks down at you, eyes half lidded, totally content.

“I think perhaps it is time that I made my departure. You appear to be quite fatigued and I am sure my brothers are wondering as to my whereabouts” the moment the words leave his mouth he regrets it, watching as your content demeanour is tinged with a hint of sadness. He simply did not wish to overstay his welcome. He opens his mouth to perhaps ask you to dinner tomorrow night when his com chimes. Cursing under his breath he answers.

“Tech? Where are you? Do you know what time it is?” Hunter seems slightly panicked and Tech feels a twinge of guilt about not telling his brothers where he was going, he was simply so caught up in spending time with you that it slipped his mind to let his brothers know that he was leaving with you to walk you home.

“Yes, my apologies Hunter I was just out having a walk and simply lost track of the time, I shall be back within the next hour” Tech felt your move out from under his arm and longed for your contact again.

“Just having a walk huh… sure, well I’m sure you can tell me all about your walk when you get back. No need to hurry just comm if you’re going to be later than an hour” Tech replies in the affirmative before shutting off his com. Hunter knows something, perhaps he saw you two leaving together from the parlour? Maybe he heard the soft sound of the Holoprojector in the background, either way he was in for some brotherly banter when he got back.

He turns to you, not realising how close together you were. His eyes dart down to your lips and he watches as yours do the same. His mind fries again, does he make a move? Do you want that? Everything so far tonight has been highly indicative that you are interested in him romantically but what if-

His thoughts are cut off as you place your lips softly on his before pulling back and looking into his eyes with a soft smile. His face is flushed, his lips are slightly parted as he breathes heavily. He is almost certain that you can hear his heart thudding against his rib cage due to how fast it’s beating and before he can give himself a chance to second guess his decision, he moves his hands up to your face and presses his lips against yours with all the passion that he can muster. He’s not an overly experienced kisser but he is a very quick learner, he lets you take the lead before he gets more comfortable, lips moving against yours in a passionate dance as you tangle your hands into his hair before reluctantly pulling back for air.

Your kiss swollen lips spread into a smile as half lidded eyes stare up at him “I hope that was alright” you say as if that wasn’t something Tech has wanted to do since he met you all those rotations ago. “That was more than alright… that was perfect, you are perfect” You move in to kiss him again, and again and again as you slowly move on top of him so that you are straddling him on the couch, parting briefly to catch your breath before continuing your heated session. Tech has been hard since you first placed your lips on his but the pressure of you sitting atop him has him acutely aware of his predicament. You grind your hips down against the hardness straining against his pants and Tech breaks the kiss to let out a sinful moan of your name, bucking his hips against yours, greedy for the feeling of you. You look up at him with lust blown eyes, panting slightly as you move your hips against his clothed erection. “Let me know if we’re moving too fast…” you mumble out as your lips move to his neck sucking dark marks onto the skin there as your hips continue their sinful movement against his. “Of course mesh’la” he pants, hands finding their way to your hips to help guide your movements against him as his head falls against the back of the couch “but I assure you there is nothing we could do tonight that I haven’t been dreaming about since I met you”

You begin working on the fastenings of his vest, pulling it open as he moves to assist you in removing the fabric from his body before your hands find their way underneath the hem of his shirt, toying with it before he grabs it and pulls it over his head leaving his upper body completely bare before you. You knew he was a soldier, but you never expected him to be quite this built. His chest and arms nothing but lean muscles and while you are busy staring down at his perfectly sculpted body, he begins ridding you of your clothing, pulling your shirt over your head and moving his hands around your back to the fastening of your bra before hesitating for a moment “M-may I?” his stutter is endearing as you nod and feel his nimble fingers work against the offending garment leaving you totally topless before him.

He pauses for a moment, simply taking in the sight before him, committing it to memory before slowly lifting his hands to your breasts, cupping them in his large palms, rolling and tweaking your nipples causing you to arch against him. You hear him speak in hushed whispers, a language you don’t understand before he lowers his lips to one of your pebbled nipples and places it in his mouth. Lathing is tongue against it, sucking and licking before releasing it with a soft ‘pop’ and giving the same attention to your other breast, his hips bucking up against your core the entire time.

After his lips release your nipple, he looks up at you through his yellow tinted goggles “I must admit mesh’la,  It has been a very long time since I participated in any… intimate activities and I do not wish to disappoint you” you smile down at him and he feels his cock throb against the confines of his pants “you don’t need to be perfect Tech, and I wont be disappointed as long as I’m doing this with you” you grind your hips against him for emphasis before standing up and removing your pants, Tech’s eyes trained on you the entire time, watching you reveal more of yourself to him.

You get to your knees before him and he automatically spreads his legs allowing you more space between them as he holds his breath. Your fingers go to the fastening of his pants and you look up at him, with a small nod you undo them and free his weeping length. You gasp slightly at the sheer size of him, he is long, thick and leaking precum. He lets out a hiss through clenched teeth as you wrap your hand around him and give him a few experimental pumps, his hips bucking into your hand for more friction as he screws his eyes shut and lets his head fall back.

Lost in the feeling of your hand wrapped around him, he lets out a sinful moan as your hand is replaced by the wet heat of your mouth, hands going to the back of your head to tangle in your hair as your lips wrap around his throbbing length. “O-oh mesh’la you’re perfect ahh- absolutely p-perfect” he grunts out as he feels himself hit the back of your throat. You drag your lips up his length before settling into a steady rhythm. Tech loses himself in the feeling of your mouth against his cock, speaking in a combination of basic and Mando’a, praising you, telling you how amazing you feel as his hand rests on the back of your head.

It's not long before he pulls you off of him, a string of saliva connected from your mouth to his cock as you look up at him “I apologise, any more of that and I would ejaculate prematurely and I wish for this to be a pleasurable experience for both of us” he impresses himself by managing to speak full sentences as he pants, he was sure that his capabilities for speech left him the moment you wrapped your lips around him. You smile, pumping his slick length a few times before standing, ridding yourself of your panties and returning to your previous position of straddling his lap, now with no barriers between you.

Tech reaches his hand between your legs, fingers brushing against your folds “Kriff… y-you’re so wet mesh’la” he grits out, the feeling of your soaking entrance almost enough to send him over the edge. “It’s all for you Tech” you whisper into his ear, your breath fanning over his skin making him shudder as you slowly lower yourself onto him.

If the feeling of your mouth was intense, Tech was not ready for the feeling of your tight walls wrapping around him. It took every ounce of control not to paint your walls with his seed the moment your heat fully engulfed him. His fingers were digging into your thighs, his eyes were screwed shut as he focused on his breathing as he felt his length throb inside of you. You rested your head against his shoulder, moaning out his name as the feeling of his girth overwhelmed you. After waiting a moment for both of you to adjust you slowly raise yourself up off him and slam your hips back down, drawing a ragged moan from the both of you. Tech simply held on for dear life as you took control, riding him as he babbled and rambled about how good you felt, about how you were so tight about how he had never felt anything this good.

It took all of his remaining brain power to bring one of his hands down to start rubbing tight circles against your clit, causing your walls to flutter around him, clenching and squeezing around his cock as he drew ever closer to his peak.

“W-where” he manages to groan out between loud moans of your name.

“I-inside- ah-” your permission was all he needed to be pushed him over the edge into euphoria, his nerves set alight as he pumped rope after rope of hot cum inside you, filling you up and spilling out of you as you reach your own peak atop him, your clenching walls bordering on overstimulation but he would never complain.

You led the two of you to your bedroom before reminding him to tell hunter that he would not be home tonight, Hunter telling him to simply stay safe and that he would see him tomorrow morning. Exhausted and oh so content, it wasn’t long before the two of you passed out in each other’s arms, wrapped in your soft blankets, entirely ignorant to the outside world.

The next morning after another round of lovemaking, Tech returns to the parlour, his brothers and Phee present around the bar. Wrecker lets out a holler as he see’s the dark marks you left on him the night before, smacking him on the back as he makes his way to the bar. Tech slides into the stool next to Phee as she smirks over towards him “I’m glad you two finally worked it out” she sips her drink “Yes… Thank you for your help”

I thought I could try and help recontextualize the relationship between Tech and Phee a little bit so let me know if it helps soothe some of that heartache because I genuinely love Phee, but I totally understand the emotions if Tech is your man. She wants yall together as much as you do dw

@where-is-my-mind-tho @starborncyare @antishadow2021 @healingskywalker @crosshairlovebot@ttzamara@sunshinesdaydream@bambambunny@madameminor

#tech x reader #tech smut #tech x reader smut #tbb tech #tbb tech smut #tbb smut #the bad batch smut #bad batch tech #bad batch tech smut #tech #phee #tbb tech x reader smut #bad batch tech x reader smut #nsft

[bsxcrxts]

more random Tech thoughts, no one asked me but I'm sharing anyway. 😚

minors dni

I feel like he's lowkey freaky but he doesn't see it like that. he just has ideas and wants to try them on you and have you try them on him. wants to be tied up. wants to tie you up. has a collection of toys he uses on himself and will ask if he can use them on you too. wants to be pegged. wants you to sit in his lap and cockwarm him while he fixes things

what I'm getting at is I think he really likes sexual reciprocity. the relationship needs to be balanced. I think he has a hard time accepting a lot of attention without also giving it back to you. you don't have to be into the exact things he's into, but for example, if you tease him for hours before letting him finish, you better expect some kind of "retaliation"

terrible at handling said teasing btw. actually drives him crazy and disrupts his thought processes to the point of distraction (he hates and loves this simultaneously, and will purposefully not give you the pleasure of knowing you're getting under his skin. but you know you're succeeding when he starts stuttering, it's his only tell. unless his goggles fog up)

#tech x reader #tbb x reader #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech smut #tech smut #all the effing tags #tech ♥️

[rinixo]

tailspin

Tech/Reader | 5.4k | Rated E | afab reader, smut, oral sex, face-sitting, vague student/teacher relationship, themes of sexual insecurity and regret, body worship, NPC makes a pass at reader

Concerned for your well-being, Tech proposes a theory he would like to test out - with you as the subject.

part 2 to pendulum

a/n: For your advisement - This has themes/discussions of sexual regret and sexual uncertainty, as well as what I would describe as an invocation of the student/teacher relationship trope. However, there is no intention for any age gap/power dynamic imbalances - Tech is not 'responsible' for Reader, and all sexual situations are done with clear consent from all parties.

read on ao3

You chewed absently on your food, sitting under the canopy of the greasy noodle stand you often frequented. All around you, people wandered through the crowded market, haggling or looking for the place with the cheapest liquor. No one paid any attention to you, or to each other for that matter. It was a perfect place to ignore and be ignored.

It had been a couple of weeks since you had been rescued from the abandoned science facility - weeks since you had been dosed with that weird substance and subsequently slept with Tech. You had brushed off the rest of the crew’s questions once back on the Marauder as you dosed yourself with a bacta concoction, hoping it would purge whatever remained of the drug out of your system. Likewise, Tech kept mum and insisted nothing ‘out of the ordinary’ had happened.

“Man, spending a whole day cooped up with just Tech for company must have been boring,” Wrecker had joked. You had nearly choked at the comment, choosing not to reply, and tried to sleep the rest of the way back to Ord Mantell. After reporting to Cid, you hadn’t seen any of the crew.

“Hey,” a smooth voice brought your focus back to your surroundings. Glancing to your side, you raised a brow at the Devaronian male leaning on the counter. He cast you what you guessed was supposed to be a smoldering look, and you resisted rolling your eyes before returning to your noodles.

“You come here often?” The Devaronian pressed, clearly not getting the hint you weren’t interested in conversing with him. “Name’s Qarl - what do I call you, beautiful?”

“Not interested,” you mumbled through a mouthful of noodles. Qarl smirked, scooting closer and you leaned away in response.

“Playing hard to get? Don’t be like that, baby,” he simpered. “Hey, I’ve got a table in the VIP section of that club over there. How about you join me, we order some drinks, and see where the night goes?”

You knew where this was going. People like this were all over the underbelly of the galaxy, and Ord Mantell was no different. They went around trying to find easy marks and plied them with alcohol, drugs, or the promise of pleasures. The victims would then wake hours later to find all their possessions stolen, or worse.

Finishing up your food, you pushed your bowl towards the droid manning the stall. “No thanks,” you said firmly, getting up to leave the uncomfortable situation. Unfortunately, the Devaronian was not keen to let you leave so easily.

“Come on,” he purred, standing and snaking an arm around your waist. “I’ll show you a good time, promi-hey!”

Just as soon as he had pulled you into his side Qarl was flung away. You froze, watching him stumble to the ground as a taller figure stepped between the two of you.

“I believe she said she was not interested,” Tech stated, staring intently at the grumbling Devaronian brushing dust off his clothes. “You should go.”

“Get out of here, specs,” Qarl spat. “Can’t you see we’re talking?”

You noticed Tech’s hands twitch towards his holster, and without thinking you reached forward and grabbed one of his wrists. He turned his head slightly to view you shaking your head and mouthing ‘no’. Sure, the guy was a jerk, but you didn’t want this to turn into a blast zone.

You felt some of the tension in Tech loosen as he flicked his eyes back to Qarl. “Perhaps your translator is malfunctioning,” Tech challenged. Instead of his gun, he pulled out a spanner and made it spark. You couldn’t help to smile at the way Qarl’s face blanched, backing away with a grimace. “Allow me to repair it for you.”

“Whatever,” Qarl mumbled over his shoulder and disappeared into the crowd. To their credit - and probably because they were used to seeing worse on a daily basis - no one around you seemed to realize or care about what happened.

“Are you all right?” Tech turned to you after making sure the Devaronian had indeed fled. You nodded.

“Yeah,” you replied. “Not the first time scumbags like that have hit me up, and knowing this city it won’t be the last.”

The corner of his lips dipped into a frown, and Tech put away his spanner. “That is…unfortunate.”

Shrugging, you crossed your arms. “It’s life.” There was a beat of silence between the two of you. You had told yourself every day for the past two weeks that you would go back to Cid’s and talk to Tech, go back to normal, but you had yet to motivate yourself to do it. And now, here he was, coming to your aid once again.

“What are you even doing here?” You had never seen any of the Batch more than a few yards from Cid’s parlor. This greasy market was not the kind of place you would have expected seeing any of them, especially Tech.

“Looking for you,” Tech answered. “It has been exactly sixteen days since we returned from the mission and you have not returned to Cid’s once during that time.”

“I’ve been busy,” you deflected. You had been busy…busy avoiding him.

He adjusted his goggles. “You are embarrassed about what transpired at the science facility.”

You frowned, crossing your arms tighter. “No,” you insisted weakly. Leave it to Tech to get straight to the point.

“I suspected you would,” Tech continued, ignoring your lame attempt at a rebuttal. “I did some research on amatory agents, and-“ you cut him off by dragging him down a nearby alley, heart pounding.

“Not so loud!” You hissed and simmered at the confused look Tech tossed you.

“I thought you said you were not embarrassed,” he teased lightly, and you huffed in response.

“I’m not - I just - not in public, ok?” You sputtered. “Come on, follow me.”

—

You had a small apartment on Ord Mantell. Nothing luxurious, mostly just a spot you could get some rest in. It was sparsely decorated, as you didn’t own much outside of the necessities, but it was a more private location than the market street.

You let Tech hover just inside your entryway as you kicked off your shoes and headed further inside. Passing through your small kitchenette you flicked on your kettle to boil water for tea, more of a reflex than out of a desire to actually consume anything.

Tech followed you into the rest of the apartment, and you sat on the edge of your bed. “Don’t have a lot of seating options,” you apologized, motioning to the single chair you had opposite your sleeping space.

“I am familiar with small spaces,” he commented and sat down. “Between the Marauder and barracks, this is actually quite spacious than what I am used to.”

“I see,” you breathed out. Another pause, and you twitched your hands nervously. Tech’s eyes roamed around your apartment, and you wondered what he thought about it - and why you were so nervous having him here.

“So…,” you ventured, after waiting another moment. “What did you want to talk about?”

Clearing his throat, Tech re-focused back on you and raised his finger in a familiar lecturing gesture. “Right. As I was saying, I did some research on amatory agents. Specifically on the psychological after-effects on those impacted.”

Leaning back, you crossed your arms. “Why?”

“I knew you would not want to say anything about it in front of the rest of the crew. When you did not show up to Cid’s in the days after, however, I began to wonder if you were experiencing latent side effects from the drug, or avoiding an uncomfortable confrontation with me.” He tapped his thigh absently. “Have you?”

You shrugged half-heartedly. “No, I don’t think I’ve had any side effects. But…yeah, I guess I was avoiding you a little bit. I’m sorry.” You hadn’t realized he would have even noticed and felt a twinge of guilt at the thought of him worrying.

He put a hand up. “No need for apologies. Much of the literature I looked at talked about feelings of regret, loss of agency and control, and other unpleasant psychological impacts. Additionally, I thought about how that incident coincided with your first sexual experience - an event that can also have elements of regret or unease, especially for women.”

“Putting those together, I surmised that despite the emotions of the moment, you could be experiencing significant distress post-incident, as a result of having your first experience with sexual intercourse under such circumstances.”

As Tech spoke, you wondered again if he was lying about not being a mind reader. Though you had barely begun to admit it to yourself, he was right. You had been struggling with coming to terms with what had happened back in that storeroom. You didn’t regret it, not in the exact way that he was alluding to, but it was still complicated.

“Am I correct?” Tech questioned, pulling you back to the present.

“Yeah,” you replied shortly, and he hummed.

“I rarely am not.” That got a snort out of you, and Tech smiled softly at your humored outburst.

“I’m fine, though,” you added. “I appreciate you coming by, but this…I think it’s something I need to work through myself.”

Tech raised a brow and stood. “I…understand,” he said, and you wondered if you had really detected a tone of disappointment in his voice.

You walked him to your door where both of you hesitated, waiting for the other to say something. Clearing your throat, you wished him goodnight but as you went to close the door he stuck out a hand to stop it from shutting all the way.

You eyed him hesitantly. Stars, he was tall. You sometimes forgot about it.

“Respectfully, I did not mean to imply that something was wrong with you,” Tech said lowly, leaning in so that he would not be overheard. “But in a way, I do feel somewhat responsible for what occurred - “

“Tech,” you protested, but he continued on.

“-And in the interest of your comfort, I was curious if you would like to revisit the experience,” he offered. “Without the effects of the drug in your system.”

You stared at him, blood rushing to roar in your ears. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?

“I believe it would help in creating positive associations around sexuality,” Tech added, fingers tapping against your doorframe when you did not answer.

You had convinced yourself that Tech had done what he did out of a sense of duty, and concern for your health, and that there were no lingering thoughts of affection or desire in him. He had said he was not opposed to sleeping with you again, but as you replayed the conversation in your head over and over you told yourself he had done it in order to ease some of the tension and awkwardness of the moment.

“I-“ you stammered, unsure of what to say or what you wanted.

“You don’t have to answer just now,” Tech said softly. “Or at all. It…will not change anything. But if you are interested in the experience of having an…instructor, I would like to offer my services.”

With that, he dropped his hand and wished you goodnight, disappearing into the back alleyways of your neighborhood. You retreated back into your apartment and turned off your lights before laying on your bed. Your stomach and mind both twisted with what had just happened.

To say you hadn’t been thinking about your time with Tech would be a bold-faced lie. Every night since you had returned you had fallen asleep with the memory of him over your body, the warmth of his mouth on you. The soreness you had experienced from the size of him had faded into an ache of emptiness, an echo of the desire you felt in that intense moment weeks ago.

Maybe you had been drugged by that Devaronian, and this was the vision your mind played for you as you lay under a dirty club table while some scumbag stole your things.

Closing your eyes, you brought yourself back to Tech’s gaze. Usually so sure, but there was a hint of some vulnerability in their yellow-tinged depths.

He has nice eyes, you thought absently, sighing into your pillow. You hadn’t had a chance to notice the last time.

—

Two days later, you paced nervously around your apartment, waiting for Tech to arrive. You had sent him a message asking him to stop by, finally having built enough courage to press ‘send’ after debating with yourself.

A soft knock at the door made you jump slightly. Patting down your clothes, you let out a breath and invited him in.

He was dressed down - as much as a former clone trooper could be. Still the same goggles, you noticed. You wondered if he had an indent where they met his skin.

“You’re here,” you greeted, immediately wincing at how stupid that sounded.

“I am,” Tech agreed. “Did you doubt I would come?”

“I - I don’t know,” you confessed, rubbing your arm where you had been injected with the drug absently. It was a habit you had taken to recently, and you did not miss the way Tech’s eyes narrowed at the movement.

“You said you wanted to talk,” Tech leaned against the archway that lead from your kitchen to your living/sleeping space. “Am I correct in assuming it’s regarding my proposition from a few days ago?”

Nodding, you let out a breath. “Yes. I’ve been thinking about it, and…” you trailed off, chewing over your words. You had gone over what you had been wanting to say for the past two days, but it was still getting caught on the tip of your tongue.

“I will not be offended if you decline,” Tech reassured. “If that is what you are nervous about.”

“No, it’s just-“ You crossed your arms again and sighed, stepping closer to him.

“What do you get out of this?” you interrogated. “I’m thankful you helped me, Tech, but you don’t have any obligation to continue to…assist me. I like you, and I don’t want to be some kind of…research project for you, or a way for you to alleviate some kind of misplaced guilt."

You chewed your lip, flustered at your own candor. Tech tilted his head, eyes darting to the side before they landed back on you.

“Back in the storeroom,” he said slowly. “You said something that I have been thinking about. At the moment I attributed it with your enhanced state of mind, and deflected in order to focus on bringing you relief.”

‘Teach me how to touch you’. “I…remember,” you affirmed quietly.

Tech cleared his throat again. “Yes. And…despite the circumstances that led to us having sex being from an artificial hormonal source, I must admit…I have been thinking about it quite often.” He reached out a hand, hesitant, and softly stroked the side of your jaw as you stared up at him.

“I want to assure you that I find you…incredibly enticing,” he breathed. “And what I have proposed, I do both in the interest of your comfort and - selfishly - for my own desires.”

Closing your eyes, you leaned into his cupped hand.

“I-,” you whispered softly, “Truthfully, the more I’ve thought about it, the more I’ve realized that I did enjoy sleeping with you. I think it’s because even considering the circumstances, I trusted you. And even if I had been given the option, I would have wanted it to be you that I experienced it with.”

“I - that is a privilege,” Tech enthused quietly. He stepped closer to you with a curious, intense look. You reached your hands towards him, and as you pressed together he leaned down so that your noses bumped.

“Tech,” you breathed. “Show me what to do.”

He pressed his mouth against yours, swallowing your surprised gasp. You relaxed into his firm hold, the two of you stumbling back so that you hit the edge of your bed. You laid back as Tech leaned over you, climbing up over your form.

“My clothing” he directed, pulling away from your mouth. You shifted, hands going to the top of his trousers, and you tried to hide the nervous tremble as you unbuckled them. You drew them down his thin hips, revealing a sliver of golden skin and his dark base under layers.

You paused, unsure of where to go next. Peering down at you, Tech raised a brow and shifted so that he was laying just to the side of you, your legs entangled.

“You can touch me,” he said gently. Your eyes darted from his back down to where the black underlay protruded slightly. You brushed your palm over him curiously, surprised at how his cock twitched in response. You rubbed him more firmly through the fabric, emboldened by the sharp inhale from the man before you. He dipped his head down again, pressing another open-mouthed kiss against you.

Biting your lip, you reached down the top of his blacks and danced your fingers around his length. Dark hair, kept neat, scratched at your skin. Tech let out a sigh as you grasped him, and you echoed it in kind. It was such an odd feeling, you decided, as you touched his cock. How could something be so soft and pliable while also being so kriffing hard?

You pulled his blacks down further so that his whole length was freed. You briefly wondered what it felt like to have a cock - Tech’s was long and heavy enough that it bowed under its own weight, growing in your hand.

“What does it feel like?” You questioned, and Tech hummed against you.

“What does what feel like?” He queried. You blinked up at him through your lashes.

“What does having your cock stroked feel like?”

That got a choke out of him, which turned into him clearing his throat. “Well it’s…not something easily described,” he began. Clear liquid was beginning to leak from the swollen head, and you used your palm to spread it along the rest of his cock. It made a slick noise as you stroked him up and down.

His eyes fluttered briefly, and you watched as he chewed over his response. If there was one thing Tech couldn’t resist it was a chance to explain something, but even he was not immune to a drop in concentration under the circumstances.

“It’s…satisfying," he decided after a moment. “When I am aroused, there is a kind of…ache for sensation. It’s almost like a pulse - persistent, insistent on being stimulated.”

“Mmm,” you acknowledged, still steadily handling him. "Does it make a difference if it’s you touching yourself versus someone else touching you?”

“Yes,” Tech answered. You could feel his abdomen flex under your arm. “When you know your own body, you know how to bring yourself to completion most efficiently. I know how I like to be touched. Though of course -“ he let out a rasped groan as you increased the pressure you were holding him with - “there is something unique about having someone else do it to you.”

“I think I understand,” you mused. His arms tightened around you as you twisted your wrist, enjoying the way his cock twitched in your grasp.

“Take me into your mouth,” he instructed. “Try-try your tongue first.”

You spared him a glance before you slid down to sit between his thighs. Gripping the base of him, you darted your tongue out to lick hesitantly over his swollen cockhead. That got another rasped groan from him.

“I- very good,” he stammered.

You licked over his head again, finding that the taste of him was not unpleasant. In fact, the feeling of how his pre-spend pooled out of him and onto your tongue made you feel pleasantly flushed. You were discovering that there was satisfaction in being the cause of someone else’s pleasure.

Emboldened again, you took him deeper into your mouth. He was far too large for you to fit the entirety of him, but you swirled your tongue around what you could and sucked gently.

One of Tech’s hands came up to push your hair out of your face, holding it out of the way for you. “You’re doing well,” he enthused, and you shivered a little at the praise. He noticed immediately and huffed out in slight amusement.

“I confess - your enthusiasm is incredibly arousing,” he remarked. “You are a quick learner, aren’t you?”

You moaned at his words, your own arousal increasing exponentially. Tech’s hands stroked your cheek as his cock pressed against the spongey roof of your mouth. With a groan, he eased your mouth off of him gently.

You leaned back, wiping spit from your lips with the back of your hand, panting a little to catch your breath. “What’s wrong?” You questioned, thinking had you done something he didn’t like.

“Nothing,” Tech assured, leaning forward to cup your face in his hands. “I just do not want to finish too quickly - I have much more to show you.” You flushed again, thighs squirming as your core pulsed.

“Take off your clothes,” he instructed. You pulled your leggings down, kicking them off with your underwear. You lifted your top off and threw it to the side, kneeling bare in front of a still mostly clothed Tech. He leaned against the headboard and motioned for you to come closer, grabbing your hands to pull you up into his lap.

“I want you to sit on my face,” he directed lowly, noticing your wide-eyed confusion, and you squeaked in surprise. Grasping your hips, he led you up his chest until your core was over his eager mouth.

“I-I’ll smother you,” you protested, tensing as he tried to pull you down. His brow furrowed in chastisement, and you felt his fingers tighten over your skin.

“That’s the goal,” he drawled and pulled you down so that he could lathe his tongue through your dripping folds. You gasped, one hand reaching out to grab the headboard and the other coming down to clutch his soft hair.

This angle wasn’t what you were expecting, and the way his tongue flicked over your sensitive clit made your legs shake. Your thighs ached from trying to avoid sitting too far down on his face, a task made impossible by how he wrapped an arm around your waist to seat you more firmly over his clever mouth. He ate you like someone licking a plate to get every last bit of their last meal, and you could feel an orgasm approaching rapidly.

You grasped his hair and curled into yourself as you came, thighs shaking as you finally failed to keep them tensed. Tech did not stop and suckled your clit until you were writhing in almost-painful pleasure. He finally released you after what seemed like an eternity of coming, sliding you down to sit on his abdomen.

“I thought you were teaching me how to make you feel good,” you panted, and Tech smirked. He pressed a wet kiss to your mouth, arms coming around your waist to press your body closer to his.

“I am,” he rasped against you. “Part of sexual satisfaction is pleasing your partner. Their reactions, the sounds they make, the way they taste-“ he shuddered slightly against your mouth. “And you, my dear, taste delectable.”

Trailing his mouth down your chest, he nipped at your breasts. You gasped and arched into it, letting him take more of your sensitive flesh between his teeth. Tugging at his top, you helped him pull it off over his head, immediately running your hands down his chest. While not as built as Wrecker or Hunter, he was still deliciously toned and firm.

Groaning against your skin, Tech laid back and let you drag your hands down his body. Glancing up, you smiled at the glazed look in his eyes, his ruffled hair, and his lopsided goggles.

“A scar,” you noted, pressing a finger against the mark just above his hip. His body jerked at the motion, and his hands went to adjust his goggles as he watched you explore him.

“Y-yes,” he muttered. “A piece of shrapnel clipped through my armor.” Shifting his hips, he let out a strained noise as you scratched it lightly with a fingernail. “That, ah - I am sensitive there,” he confessed.

“Did I hurt you?” You asked, lifting your hands. He shook his head almost a little too fast.

“Keep going,” he replied, pulling his goggles off and letting his head fall back on your pillows.

Settling between his thighs once more, you placed the pads of your fingers just above his navel. You stroked down Tech’s body, applying different levels of pressure as you grazed his inner thighs. He was making some delightful noises, you mused to yourself. You wanted to hear more.

His cock was still leaking pre-spend, a clear strand connecting from the head to where he bobbed against his abdomen. Leaning forward, you continued your soft tracing of his skin, the lines of his muscles, the patterns his soft body hair made, and took the head of his cock into your mouth.

A muffled curse from above, and you felt Tech’s body twitch again. “You clever girl,” he ground out, clearly impressed with your interpretation of his pleasure. His praise continued to ignite your own need, and you slipped a hand from his body to slide through your slick folds.

Opening one eye, Tech watched you teasing yourself. “I can hear how wet you are,” he breathed, and you moaned, too aroused to be embarrassed at his candor. “Another, ah - benefit of being genetically engineered…”

With more of that belied strength Tech grasped your forearms and pulled you back up his body.  He licked into your open mouth, and you whimpered at the sensation. You were on the edge of something, tensed like a prey animal. He had a way of pushing you from one extreme to another, from control to submission. He played with your body like he had been memorizing it for years - a nod to his experience, his intellect, both?

He shifted under you, and you felt his cock press against your inner thigh. Grasping himself in hand, Tech broke away from your mouth to watch your reaction as he guided himself to your entrance, eyes locked on to the way your own fluttered shut and your mouth opened into a small gasp.

You were still tight - not from lack of arousal, but from the mere size difference between your bodies. Tech grasped your hips, easing you down his length, paying close attention to every minute change on your face.

The stretch was delicious, right on the precipice of being too much. The further he pushed in, the more full you felt, and you swore that you could feel him all the way up into your throat.

“Magnificent,” Tech praised lowly, solid inside of you. “Look-“ he grabbed your hand, pressing it to where he entered you. You glanced down and swore that he twitched purposefully so that you’d feel it.

“That’s me inside of you,” he intoned.

“Tech,” you whimpered. Your hands came down to his abdomen, trying to find leverage. Even with his entire length filling you it felt like he just kept going, the head of him bumping almost painfully against the seal of your womb.

“Move, darling,” he crooned, rolling his hips to urge you on. “It will help.”

With a deep inhale, you shifted and met the roll of his hips tentatively. The stretch and slide of him up and then down, and then up and then down - the smug know-it-all was right, it did help.

“Good girl,” Tech breathed again. “Keep going.”

You rocked against him. Your brow, once furrowed in concentration, relaxed as you found a rhythm. Shifting, Tech moved his hands from your waist to knead at the plush flesh of your ass, adding to the pace of your movement. Your chests met again as you leaned toward him, and closed your eyes as his nose nuzzled against your cheek.

“How does it feel?” Tech husked, moving your hips to slide up and down his length.

“Good,” you breathed, and let out a hiss as Tech snaked a hand down to tweak at your swollen clit.

“Good,” Tech repeated with a hum. “My dear, you can do better than that.” You felt his abdomen clench as he propped up his legs and met your rocking with a firm thrust up into you.

“Again,” he instructed, leaning his head back to look at you expectantly.

You clawed at his shoulders, mouth opening with a choke. How could he expect you to form coherent sentences with the way his cock was ramming up into you? Every thrust drew you further from focus - and based on the gleam in his eyes that was precisely the point.

“Your cock,” you choked. “It…it’s so big, Tech. I like how you’re filling me up. The way you s-stretch me feels so good…”

Pleased with your candidness, Tech’s lips lifted into a short smile. “You’re drenched. Your little cunt is taking my cock beautifully.” You burned at the way he voiced his approval, your pussy fluttering around him.

“Do you want to hear a confession?” Tech groaned as he pulled you closer, and you nodded feverishly.

“I like that I’m the first man to fuck you,” he rasped. “I like knowing that my cock was the first one to split your tight little cunt. That it’s my seed that you took -“ He panted, pace increasing, and you felt the beginning of your own finish.

“Do you want it again?” Tech pressed, and you rambled ‘yes yes yesyes-‘

“Good girl, come on,” he urged, hand returning to press on your clit, drawing you over the edge. You cried out his name as your orgasm washed over you, pussy fluttering around as he continued to piston up into you. Grasping your ass in his hands once again, Tech pushed himself into you as far as he could go, eyes roaming your face as he relished the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him. He held you there, breath held until his own climax hit.

If you felt full before, it was nothing to how you felt as Tech throbbed inside of you, cum painting your insides. You shivered as he pulled you tightly against his chest, your name escaping from between his gritted teeth.

Your heart pounded from exertion as you lay there together. You felt Tech’s hand coming up to stroke your shoulder softly, and you lifted your head from where you had pressed it against the side of his neck to blink at the surprisingly tender look in his eyes.

“Apologies,” he murmured. “But I am going to adjust slightly -“ You winced as he shifted so that the two of you were laying side by side again, and as your thighs rubbed together you felt where his spend leaked out of you. You weren’t sure if you liked the feeling, but in a way it was satisfying.

You felt Tech sit up, looking for his goggles. “Are you all right?” He asked, pushing his goggles up his nose.

“Yes,” you said, pressing your face into your pillow. “I think so?”

Instead of getting up and leaving, Tech settled back down on your bed. You tilted your head up to eye him curiously.

“Are you?” You inquired, and saw him glance down at you.

“Yes.” Tech cleared his throat, and you raised a brow. Was he blushing?

“So Tech,” you lifted your head, propping an arm so you could rest your chin on your elbow. “How did I do?”

“P-pardon?” Tech sputtered, and you sent him a lazy grin.

“Did I…meet your standards?” You teased.

“That was not the purpose of this…entanglement,” Tech chided, flustered. Adjusting his goggles, he shot you a stern look. “In fact, ranking my sexual encounters would be counterintuitive to your well-being.”

You frowned, a small pout gracing your lips. “Not getting a good grade, then, am I?”

Tech sighed out your name, and rolled over so that he was hovering over your still-bare form. “You are impossible,” he chastised, not unkindly, and dipped down to kiss the smirk off your face.

#tech x reader #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech #tech smut #tbb tech smut #the bad batch #tbb

[lirinck2]

I feel like the fact that Tech is wearing jeans in tbb season 2 is gonna be a detail the smut writers must add when describing undressing

#the bad batch #star wars #sw #star wars the bad batch #sw tbb #tbb tech #sw the bad batch #tech tbb #tech x reader #the bad batch tech #tech bad batch #clone trooper tech #tbb s2 #tbb x reader #tbb x you #tech x you #bad batch tech #hunter tbb #tbb #tbb tech smut

[echos-girlfriend]

tech smut

Howdy!

Damn straight to the point aren’t we? I appreciate your bluntness. Here’s your nerd filled smut

The Perfect Tool

Tech x reader

Master list

~_~_~_~

Warning: smut ahead, minors go away, tech’s pp is called a tool. Kinky shit. 👀 hey they asked for this and I don’t say no to most things

~_~_~_~

“Now tell me what this tool is cyare..”

“A spanner..”

“Correct.. One more right answer and I’ll reward you.”

You were currently sitting on tech’s bunk. Hands tied behind you. Naked. Wet. And very horny.. He loved to play games before you two finally fucked.

“Final question..”

His pants unzipped and he pulled his hard member out.

“What is this tool called..”

You gulped and squeezed your thighs together.

“Y-your cock”

“Hmm.. Is that the best answer you can give me?”

He pushed your head down, his cock hitting your cheek.

“I-it’s.. the perfect tool.. f-for the job”

Satisfied with your answer Tech gave you a smirk and pushed the tip against your lips. You eagerly opened wide and he slipped in. There was just something so hot about him staring over you.. Fully geared up.

“Good girl. Such a smart lady.. you suck me off so good.”

Your head bobbed up and down his length slowly getting faster until you felt his hand pull your head off. You felt the rope around your hands loosen and fall.

You took advantage of your loose hands and wrapped your arms around his neck. Kissing him deeply. Tech wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Lay down cyare.. I’ll fix you.. I’ll make you feel good”

“Please tech”

You groaned as his length rubbed against your entrance. Tech lifted your legs to sit around his waist. His hands held down your arms as he started to push into you.

“Ooohhh tech!! You’re so big!”

“Cyare..”

He started to slowly move in and out of you. You couldn’t hold back any noises. You went to move your arms and tech let go of them, allowed you to wrap your arms around his neck.

“Please Tech.. gods.. please more!”

Tech’s lips met yours as he moved harder and faster. Pushing your legs up I’ve this shoulders, practically folding you in half.

“This position is the most effective with reaching every inch of you-“

“God you’re such a nerd.. just fuck me!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle at him.. he was too hot for his own good..

“You feel so good around me Mesh’la”

“Tech! I’m so close!!”

“M-me too darling..”

You gripped his hair as you finally let yourself go. Your release causing you to flutter around Tech. Making him groan..

Not long after you he spilled himself inside you. Both of you trying to catch your breath.. slowly relaxing into Tech’s bunk..

“It really is the perfect tool Tech..

~_~_~_~

Taglist: @padawancat97 @starqueensthings

I don’t write smut often and I only do it when I’m requested to.. so if my taglist ppl don’t want tagged in it LMK and I’ll remove you!

#the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #clone force 99 x reader #clone force 99 #tbb tech #tbb tech smut #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x you #tech x reader #tech smut

[iateyourfav]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tech (Star Wars: The Bad Batch)/Reader Characters: Clone Trooper Tech (Star Wars), Reader Additional Tags: Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Sex, Light Dom/sub, Light Humiliation, Creampie, Semi-Public Sex, Established Relationship, Virginity Loss Mention, gender neutral reader, Fem bodied reader, no pronouns Summary:

You and Tech haven't been together for too long. With neither of you having prior experience when it comes to romance, he wants to make sure he treats you correctly, hence him asking you about your fantasies. Though he did not expect your thoughts to be as wild as they are, thanks to the little stories you love reading online.

#MY FIRST FIC #going insane #pls read #IM PROUD OF IT OK #tbb #the bad batch #tbb smut #tbb tech #tech x reader #oneshot #tbb tech smut

[echoedcrosshairs]

Technical Experience

Summary: Having free time the Batch makes a pit stop on remote planet to kill time before the next mission. On a night out the boys are drinking to much so Tech seeks out and nervous sparks fly❤️Smut with a Plot❤️

Warning: NSFW, Crude language, Self pleasuring, Oral (both receiving), fingering

Word Count: 5k

18+ NSFW NO MINORS

Master list

The bitter smells of people who had to alcohol hit your nostrils but was your favorite little whole in the wall to drink your day away. You slide into a bar stool looking over the drink menu, opting for Norvanian Grog it was potent and cheap although you usually ordered the same thing every time. The one first burned the way down and the second one wasn't much better. You took a moment to look around, it was nearly empty except for a few stragglers and a group of four guys sitting in the corner. They were actually kind of cute.

"Assistance," the bar tender droid said walking up to you.

"What's wrong Oxford?"

"Connection malfunction," he said with light of his eyes flashing on and off.

You walked around the bar and opened up his access panel, "You should really tell me when they problems start, so I can order new parts. I can patch this but I'll need to change it," you said taking out your mini arc spanner and sealer tube.

You went to work patching the electrical connection not realizing you had an audience of one. When you were done you resealed the access panel on the off chance of a flying drink, which often happened with the late night crowd.

"You didn't do that right," said the person watching you.

"Can I help you?" you said turning on your heel to stare at him, realizing he was one of the four soldiers sitting in the corner, "I am perfectly competent in repairing the droids of the town."

"You should have used a stronger sealer to prevent-"

"Okay Mr. Technical, it doesn't matter if I'm just going to have to change the part here within a day or two anyway," you said walking around the counter back to your stool, "I'll get that part ordered for Oxford when I get back to the shop."

"Thank you, that drink is on the 'house'" he said turning back to used glasses.

"I think you misunderstood my intent," the man with googles admitted shifting them on his face, "I was  admiring your ingenuity given limited resources."

"Oh thank you," you said taking another drink, noticing he wasn't leaving, "if you're standing there you might as well have a drink," you chatted taping two fingers on counter stool next to you.

He cleared his throat and sat, you took him in for a moment noticing the strong cupids bow, a perfectly chiseled nose and warm brown eyes. You started him furling your eyebrows and then stared at the other three sitting at the table noticing the resemblance between all of them.

"Either your maternal genes are very dominant or your clones," you said your mouth slightly agape, they weren't like any clones you've ever seen before.

"How perceptive," the grey haired one deadpanned.

"That is amazing!" You blurred out unintentionally getting close to his face looking at  each of the features you recognized but noticing the ones you didn't, "Sorry we get a lot of... regular? clones in here, not any unique ones."

"Ah Regs. We are defective, to my knowledge there isn't anymore that look like us."

"I don't think you're defective, just different. If you were defective I don't think they would let you wear this," you said taping his spaulder with one knuckle.

"Thank you. How long have you been a mechanic?" He asked.

"It's always been a hobby of mine. I love getting my hands on new things to tinker with and see how they work."

"Would you mind showing me some of your work?" he turned to glare at his brothers, "If they drink any more it's going to get unpleasant."

You looked over to see the red on the bigger clones face, "I think you're right. See you tomorrow Oxford!" You called getting up.

The man placed some credits on the table, you laughed and handed them back, giving you a puzzled looked, "This is my bar. I think you may need those if they break anything."

"You will more then fairly compensated if they do."

"Don't do anything stupid! Com us if you need us!" The clone with long brown hair hollered.

"I'm Tech by the way."

"I'm y/n. I hope you like my project," you peered around at all of the broken things, chipped buildings and half lit signs.

"This is your town?"

"Kind of, this way" taking him to the half functional ship, "she's not pretty but she's a work of art."

"I guess it can be quantify as such."

"What do you think?" You said laying down to pulling the panel out from under the dash.

Tech was silent for several minutes observing the work, making a couple minor adjustments that noticed were dangerously wrong. He turned his head to look at you not noticing that you were staring at him waiting for an answer. Your noses dinged together and the side of your lips brushed.

"Apologies, when I'm working I have a tendency to not notice things," he said adjusting his perfectly fitted googles, still feeling where his lips accidentally touched yours.

"I'm the same way," you laughed trying to hide the embarrassment.

A small smiled stayed on your face thinking the micro expression he made while he was working, the way his eyebrows furled slightly in concentration or how his eye movements were expressions themselves. You both stayed up late working the ship, with the alert not going off at the cantina you seemed the boys managed to handle themselves. You let out a yawn which caused your jaw to crank slightly.

"I didn't even realize the time" he indicted noticing the time on his datapad, "Do you want me to walk to you to your domicile?"

"Actually I'm just going to turn in here for the night just so I'm closer to the Cantina in the morning to fix Oxford. Do YOU need to be walked to your domicile?" You teased.

"Tech, Wrecker threw up... on your bunk."

Tech covered his face and shook his head, "Do you mind if I stay here or at the Cantina?"

You laughed, "Be my guest, this way."

"I have prior arrangements for this evening, have him clean it in the morning. Tech out," he said annoyance coating his voice.

"Pick any of them," you offered, showing him the 6 available bunks.

He put himself down on the bottom middle one, in view of both the entry ramp and the cockpit. He laid down, not sure if there was anything to say. With a smirk, you jumped your way to the one above him trying to figure out what he likes about the middle. It hit you he might be nervous about being in a foreign environment because it had excellent view of the entry points.

"Night, Tech," you rolled over to the wall and slept.

The next morning you awoke the sound of wielding, you jumped out of bed and landed on your feet. You found Tech on his back under the dash working. He stopped and looked up at you standing over him.

"Good morning, Oxford has been repaired with a couple small upgrades."

"How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to get back to my ship, shower, change, eat, repair Oxford and get back here to start... tinkering."

"Productive."

"I figured it would be the least I could for staying here last night, I hope that was alright."

"It's more then enough, and actually it's almost lunch. Do you want to go get something to eat?" offering a hand out to help him up.

"That sounds adequate," he said taking your hand pulling himself up.

He was surprised that you didn't move due to the weight difference. He looked down at your hand, it was soft for a mechanic and now with oil marks quickly releasing it. You laughed rubbing it on your already oil stained pants.

"It's okay, it'll wash out."

"Of course, so where are we heading?"

"There a little restaurant down the cantina, in case your brothers are looking for you."

"Actually they have left for the day on assignment."

"They don't need you to pilot?" You questioned.

"While I am obviously the best pilot and it is also my ship, the assignment shouldn't require much evasive maneuvering so they'll be fine. However I will not my breath if the ship comes back needing repairs."

"Why did you stay?"

"I wasn't essential for the mission."

You guys walked talking swapping knowledge about different droids and ships, your hands brushing time to time but he made no notion of pulling away. The day was peaceful, you both fell into a rhythm of awkward looks and brushes but not saying anything. Back the cantina you were both were fixing a holographic transmitted when his brothers came walking in.

"You should have came Tech, it was fun," the big guy side.

"I wouldn't quantify blowing up an empty installation fun."

"You just like blowing things up, Wrecker."

"You're just mad, Crosshair, that where wasn't anything for you to shoot at."

"Told you they didn't need me," Tech said returning his attention back to the task at him.

The next few rotations had the same rhythm, him occasionally disappearing for a few hours but always working on the ship by the time you woke up. It was kind of making you feel inferior at the pace of which he worked, completing project after project and soon enough there wouldn't be anything to do meaning he would probably be leaving soon. Tech left early that night, so you made your way back your bar sitting alone until his brother Hunter walked in and sat next to you.

"I hope you know he likes you," Hunter said barely said it sitting down.

"What? No he doesn't. He just likes having someone who can share his interesting..."

"And all of his time and not attending every mission because he's busy with someone else. He's puts his action and brain before his heart which he apparently has."

"How are you sure he just doesn't enjoy just having a friend?"

"Cause I can your heart rates when you're together. He's should just be heading back to your ship now, you might want to go catch him."

"I still you're wrong, but I'll indulge my curiosity on the matter."

You speeded off to your ship not caring what you'd find there as long as Tech was there. A warmth spread through your limbs, did you even like Tech. That wasn't even a question of course you did. He was kind, completely blunt at times but also always offered helped. You felt kind of silly for being mad that you thought he was implying you were incompetent at your work and didn't see what he was trying to display with his acts of service. Quietly as you could you snuck onto your on ship to find him in the mini engine room. You prayed to maker you were about to make a fool of yourself but crept towards him wrapping your arms around his waist and attempted to rest your chin on his shoulder being on the tips of your toes.

"I didn't notice you come in, I hope you weren't there long," he said looking at you with the corner of his eyes.

"Hunter said I might be able to find you here working on something so I figured I'd see what it is."

"I'm installing an upgraded custom hyperdrive, the original ones on these ships tends to break down faster so I've been building one from scratch... Do you want to test it out? I was just going to text it with out in case something went wrong, even though I am seldom wrong."

"Sure," you lingered around his for a moment before letting ago noticing the nervous tick of fiddling with his googles.

You followed him to the cock pit and got in the copilot seat, "Do you like physical contact?" He asked turning back to the ship.

"You don't?" You questions nonchalantly.

"It is not my area of expertise, I'm extensively knowledgeable in the subject but I don't process it the way you do, but it did make me feel warm is closer thing I can think of," he paused to finish flipping on buttons, "Are you ready?"

"How about if we don't die, I'll kiss you. We are go."

"I am seldom wrong," he said more as a murmur then something to be heard, the ship took off and so did Techs heart rate.

It was rare for Tech to be nervous about anything, he was simple and relied on logic to carry him but when it came to women there were to many unknown variables but that also made him uneasy. Tech punched in random coordinates for the hyperdrive taking them a galaxy away. He smiled, he was correct and the hyperdrive worked. Looking up he found you standing looking out the window in disbelief.

"Have you never been out of your own Galaxy?" He observed.

"Only a couple times but I don't recognize this one."

"We should be relatively safe here, I'm going to go look over the drive before we head back," Tech said getting up and heading to the back room, hearing quiet foot steps follow behind him.

You made it obvious that you were following him. You watched as he bent down and played with the drive behind standing back up, straightening himself right in front of you.

"Yes?" With a fiddle of his goggles.

You got on your tippy toes and gave him a kiss before turning around to head back to the cockpit, but Tech's hand reached and grabbed your wrist before trailing his down to your hand. The gesture shot electricity down your body, you turned and looked up at him not quiet being able to read the expression. He took a step forward and leaned down and kissed you again, this time much slower.

"That was cute," you said once he pulled away.

"I felt quiet nice the first time, I wanted to see if it was like that every time."

"I'm glad."

"Can we do it again just to make sure?"

You made a little mmm sound before kissing him again this time letting your free hand trail up to his hair. You laughed a little into the kiss as his breath hitched over the contacted. He placed his free hand on the curve of your waist, just letting his hand sit there slightly grabbing a little more as the kiss deepened. You pulled away to look at his face, it was a mix of contentment and shock.

"Did you like that? It wasn't to much?"

"I- feel a lot of things at the moment but all of the emotions quiet pleasant. I assumed you liked it?" Noticing your hand still in his hair by his ear.

"I did," you said letting go of his hair, redness spreading.

"Good," he guided you both back to the cockpit, his leg bouncing once he sat his leg down.

"Something bugging you?" acknowledging the awkwardness in the air.

"Not at all just lost in thought is all."

"It was the kiss wasn't it? I am sorry-"

He got from his seat and kissed you again, "It wasn't that, I am not use to physical contact."

"Oh- Okay"

"Was that alright to do with out asking? That might have been rather impolite."

"You can do that any time."

He kissed you again, mindlessly fast before returning to his seat. The air was still heavy and uncomfortable, he let out a sigh and you stared at him questionably. He inspected at you, but then squeezed his eyes shut for a moment because turning his full attention back to the ship and putting in the coordinates to get back. The jump back to the planet was nearly soundless except for our breaths. When we exited the ship we found his brothers standing and waiting outside, noticing our darken faces.

"Well they lived, you owe me two credits," Wrecker joshed to Crosshair extending his hand for the payment.

"Did you seriously doubt my engineering expertise? Do I need to try to make you recapitulate the Maraunder's schematics and explain to me the different-" Tech tried to say before getting cut off.

"I didn't think anything could make that junker fly," Crosshair sneered paying up and walking away with Wrecker on his tail.

Hunter stared at you then at Tech then back at you trying to communicate a private message but failing miserably, nodding towards the direction of the bar. Tech started walking off in that direction while Hunter waited for you.

"What happened? I haven't seen him his mad before."

"That's mad?" I asked before telling him what went on in the ship.

"I was wrong, he's... scared," Hunter bolted to catch up to Tech who had alright put considerable distance between us.

You stayed back out of ear shot not wanting to interfere with whatever was going on. Hunter kept walking but Tech stopped, he didn't turn around to face you but just waited to see if you would walk at his side. You stopped for a moment debating if you should, you looked down to see one of his hands twitching as if he was grabbing something wondering if he meant for you to see it or not. At his side you took his hand, it was a simple gesture to show him you were there.

"I process moments differently, articulating what I am feeling is difficult because I process them so differently. I obviously did not mean for it to appear that I was angry at you."

You leaned your head on his shoulder as you walked not knowing what to say, but this silence was different. It didn't last long when Wrecker started chuckling the moment you both walked in, even getting a snort out of Crosshair. Hunter did his best to hush them but it made it worse.

"Come onnnn Tech hasn't had a girlfriend before."

"I didn't think he could like anything besides his data pad," Crosshair muttered.

"That's how we all feel about you and your rifle," Tech retorted peeved, "Maker knows you spend enough time with it."

Your face flashed red with second hand embarrassment for the man, who reacted like he's never been embarrassed in his whole life. Tech broke contact with your hand and stepped in closer to Crosshair covering you with an defensive stance the moment he stood up. Crosshair tried to swing at him and failed miserably having his own arm twisted against him.

"Settle down boys," Hunter said taking Crosshair's arm from Tech, "Tech go have fun, I'll deal with him."

Tech quickly downed both of our shots one after the other, "I don't know why I did that."

"It's fine, want to back to the ship?"

"That would suffice, a second run of the hyperdrive perhaps with more distance would be adequate to see if it will hold."

"You just want to get away from your brothers," you teased.

"Yes I do."

Back on the ship he waited for the moment you sat down before taking off not even bothering to ask if you were ready, he just wanted to put plenty of distance between them hoping it would fix his sour mood. Once the ship dropped out of light speed, you sat on his lap putting your nose in his neck. He froze solid, not knowing to say to say or do. He scolded himself more, he knew theoretically could he say or do but unaware if it would be the right thing. You felt his rigidness and wanted him to try to relax, you put one of your arms around his neck and the other around his waist but it seemed that only made it worse. The rise and fall of his chest was so perfectly even he had to be pacing his breaths.

"Is this to much?"

"No, I just haven't have been in this position before."

"Just try to relax."

"Easier said then done."

"Tech..." you said moving to face to face him, "Relax," before smothering his mouth against yours.

He gently moved you, letting him be uncomfortably straddled. You enjoyed it even if your legs were getting mildly pinched by the sides of the seat. You enjoyed the awkwardness of his movements and how calculated they were, his hands never moving to indelicate places no matter how much you shifted over him.

"This is rather uncomfortable isn't it?" He asked observing for sixth time you moved.

"Extremely," you said as he picked you up, holding your legs so you could still straddle him as he walked over to the bunks to sit down in a more comfortable position.

You laughed at how effortless the movement was for him, wondering just how much muscle he had under all that armor. You kissed his neck trailing back up to his mouth as a thank you. His breath hitched ever so slightly, his hand fumbled for a second trying to adjust to the sensations. His hands unintentionally fall to your waist kneading every so gently. You lift your shirt ever so gently offering your bare waist for fingers to press. His hands were warm against your cool skin, a small hmm slipping out. You kept your arms around his neck, one hand playing with his hair and one holding the back of his neck caressing your thumb over his jaw bone. Tech attempted to mimic the motion, noticing you pressed down on his lap a little bit which surprised him a little.

"Did I do something I wasn't suppose too?" He asked noticing the squirm again.

"It's just an... excited... reaction, it's fine," you attempted to put it delicately.

"It's surprising how such a little of action can illicit such an reaction," he said letting his finger tips run down the front of you, testing the waters what was allowed, "that's if you don't mind of course."

"Humans and ships are vastly different, you might need to work on your technique a little bit."

"Perhaps you could work some 'techniques' on me for scientific research."

You arched an eyebrow him, his cheeks were a little pink. Your hands trailed down finding the source of his embarrassment. You looked up to see him looking down at you, his expression unreadable. Your fingers played with the armor attachment and he got the hit to take it off. You slide off his lap putting your knees on the floor, fit was thankfully the perfectly height for this science experiment. You pulled down his pants allowing his cock to plop out with a tiny twitch. It was above average but he definitely made up for it in girth. Your wrist looking tiny in comparison, how you were going to fit that in your mouth was going to be a miracle.

You took him into your mouth slowly, waiting for your jaw to adjust to him but you still looked up at him, his eyes were closed and his lips were just barely open with the most serene look across his face. He must have felt your eyes looks on him because he looked down at you, his hand fluttered to his googles adjusting them nervously but that didn't hide the look of hunger lurking in his eyes. Your lips tightened around him vacuuming him, you watch as his hands desperately clutches the bunk and you can feel some of your own lubricant glazing your aching hole so you took his cock further down your throat. Tech didn't mean for his moans to sound so desperate but they came out pleading for you if his life depended on this sensation to end.

You couldn't help me, you drove your fingers into yourself hoping to help soothe the cramp of desire burning in your core, petting the knots of nerves hard and fast quickening the speed of which you stroked him. You felt his cock beginning to twitch harder as you pressed your tongue harder into the strokes focusing harder going down the tip. His twitches grew more erratic, his hips slightly thrusting into the movement and his moans sounding more winded. It wasn't long after you moaned onto his dick while playing with yourself that he exploded inside your mouth. Thick spurts cum came out in waves, his hips were shaking and what he tried to say came out as a jumbled messes not making any sense. You gulped him down finally cumming, he sat there panting as he watched you remove your fingers and the thick bright white cum that covered them. Attempting to wipe it in the bunk, he grabbed them and slicked them off.

Tech was mortified at the sudden action, not realizing how turned you were and that he didn't reciprocate but managed to get anyway so fast. He was still trembling he pulled you up on your wobbly legs on to the bed next to him. He moved one arm around you holding you tight against him and used his other hand to trail down your abdomen towards the still sensitive part of you, you didn't stop him when he slid in two fingers finding more of your cum coating your walls.

He looked you and then down where his fingers we tucked into and then back at you, "Is that because of me?" he asked nervously.

"That should have been obvious," you whispered.

Tech cleared his throat awkwardly, "You should have told me. While I was not very vocal about how I feel, I did attempt demonstrate it instead. I could have offered my assistance whether or not it would have been helpful is a different question," he rambled, pulling his fingers out to inspect the slick covering them.

"I was more then happy just to spend time with you, I didn't want to run the risk of ruining it."

"I was more than happy just to spend time with you also, after kissing you I no longer had doubt about how I felt and it startled me. I doubted I would make a suitable partner, then fretted if I had made a mistake," he said spreading his fingers to watch the strands that formed between his fingers that created a webbing effect before licking them off, "Then Hunter made the point I was ruining something before I had even given it a chance. He said that to choose the option that scared me more."

"What was the choice," you said trying to keep a level head because perhaps the best time to have this conversation.

"Choosing to leave and hurt you or finding out if I would ever be capable of love," Tech's face was solemn, "I am indeed scared of both options, but at the end of the day you have to be able to look at yourself... I don't think I could have if I left."

You brought a hand to his cheek, "I'm happy you stayed."

"Me too," he said pulling your hand from your face, kissing the back of it with his eyes closed before returning it to his cheek but the solemn expression still stayed.

"What is it?" You asked.

"I picked a bad time to say that did I?"

"A little bit."

"I'm sorry," he leaning forward and kissing you, "but I can try to make you forget about that," still able to mildly taste himself on you.

His fingers trailed back down the warmth between your legs, sticking his fingers back into the opening searching for the place that had you twitch against his fingers. He mischievously smiled, finding the movement and rhythm that made you cling to his armor for dear life. He kissed you while you moaned against his mouth which got him to go faster. Your eyes half closed with the heated passion for this very observant handsy mechanic. He moved on top of you placing himself between your legs but never stopping his hand, staring at you to observe every moment and moan.

Noticing the change of consistency in your slick, “Cum on on my fingers,” he lustfully whispered, “so I can taste you again.”

Your breathing shifted, no longer being able to take in or let out a full breath. Heat covered your body from your ears to your feet, the gaze he was giving you just wanted you to come undone for him. Your core starting tighten and you flexed tighter on his fingers holding them against the knot of nerves. He tilted his wrist a little to get better hand and finger movement allowing him to apply more pressure on the spot.

“Tech-“ you let out, you’re head push back against the pillow.

He pulled down your pants further, putting himself back on his heels and face first on your pretty folds. His fingers stroked and sucked gently at first and progressively sucked harder letting his tongue tongue you. You started trembling on his face and your back arching up, he took his other hand used it spread you more. The noisy that escaped you as you came got even louder then he pulled out his fingers letting his tongue slide in and out of you devouring you. Once he was sure he cleaned you of your delicious favor he came up and started down you, your hands trying to hide the scarlet embarrassment of your lust which covered you cheek to cheek. He saw you looking at him between the slit of your fingers, he took his time licking his fingers casually wiping them on them on his shirt when the armor didn’t cover.

“Did that make up for it?” He smiled

You violently nodded at him, not trusting trying to talk. He gently pulled your pants back up carefully trying to have them rub against the sensitive ache. He laid back down next to you wrapping both arms around you. Both of you falling asleep embraces each other until Hunter rudely both woke you up.

“Tech, what’s your status?”

“I was enjoying a mid-rotation nap, in the silence of space” he scowled at his wrist com.

The com went silent, and he switched it back off with a groan. He looked at you stifling laughter back and perked up that you weren’t mad at his brother for interrupting the best sleep he’s ever gotten. He noticed the slight bulge starting from waking up. Tech rolled his eyes but found your smirk cute.

“How about some Technical Experience trying something more mutually pleasurable?” he proposed.

#bad batch smut #the bad batch echo #the bad batch tech #the bad batch tech smut #bad batch tech smut #bad batch #bad batch boys #bad batch clones #star wars bad batch #star wars #starwars #the bad batch #star wars smut #tbb smut #tbb tech #tbb fanfic #tbb fanfiction #tbb tech smut #tbb #reader smut #tech x you #tech x reader #bad batch fanfic #bad batch x you #the bad batch x you #tbb x you #tech x y/n #bad batch x reader #bad batch tech #tech x female reader

[eelfuneral]

The Bottom Batch Part 1 - Tech

Here are my headcanons about what Tech would be like bottoming/receiving below the cut. I kept everything focused on him and details about his partner very ambiguous, so you can imagine the person doing the topping as whoever you want. It could be a canon character, an OC, or you railing Tech!

Warnings/kinks: 18+ content. Dirty talk, vibrators, xeno/alien dildos, face-fucking, praise kink, clothed grinding, size kink, begging, thigh/boot riding, edging, manhandling, and referenced bondage. If any of these things are deal-breakers for you, then now is your last chance to scroll away.

Tech is a talker, so he will describe how his partner is making him feel in graphic detail. When he’s really getting railed, however, he dissolved into near-incoherent moans and half-sentences about how incredible he feels. He might even start begging.

Tech likes to experiment with toys and has an extensive collection. He loves to have his partner use vibrators on him and edge him until he cries. He’s also fond of xeno dildos, has a massive collection of them, and will gladly show his partner how well he can take that Trandoshan hemipenis, Lasat knot, or ridged Zabrak cock.

Tech enjoys manhandling and restraints. If a partner holds him down or ties him up while he takes it, then he’s in heaven. He especially loves it when his partner manipulates his body and uses him like a toy.

Tech enjoys being face-fucked. He has pretty lips and pretty eyes and he knows it. He likes to look up at his partner from under his lashes, his lips stretched obscenely around their cock/strap.

Whether he’s taking a cock or a strap-on, Tech likes there to be some good girth. He relishes the delicious, pleasurable burn of being stretched and fucked by something he can really feel.

Tech has a raging praise kink. He loves to be told all about his exceptional mind. Or mouth. Or ass.

Fully-clothed outercourse is also something he enjoys. He loves being pinned down by partners and have them grind against him like they are trying to fuck him through his clothes. He also likes rutting against thighs and boots.

#tbb Tech #tbb tech smut #len writes

[moonstrider9904]

Raising Morale

@rexandechosandwich I've gone on and transfered it to tumblr!! Thank you for still reading this lil fic :3 and thanks to @kaminocasey @dumfanting for remembering I wrote it and giving me that little shout out!

{my masterlist}

Pairing: Crosshair x Reader x Tech (no clone x clone)

Summary: Tech and Crosshair have been hard at work for days now, and you just know they need to be rewarded and treated nicely.

Warnings: smut, NSFW 18+, minors DNI. Massaging and back rubbing. Oral (male receiving), handjob, ball play, cumshot, some language and dirty talk, some jealousy, slight voyeurism, male masturbation, brief orgasm denial.

Word count: 3.1k

Tech removed his goggles and rubbed his eyes vigorously, grimacing at the way they stung. In that short period, Crosshair rubbed his forehead and looked away from the desk as he tried to think of the last time he’d been that immersed in work. When Tech asked for his help, Crosshair first imagined he’d only be in the sidelines hearing Tech chatter and watching him work—well, he’d been proven wrong. This was the first time Tech had actually needed his help.

The two had been hard at work with that engine prototype all day, and they were nowhere near done. Three different approaches to the calculations and programming had been taken by the two clones, arguably the smartest in their squadron and even among regs (especially, in Crosshair’s opinion), and no results had been achieved. Neither one of them knew how much longer they’d be willing to sit in front of that, all they knew was that this particular engine prototype was top priority for the higher ups and they had to get it done quick. Wasting time just wasn’t an option.

You walked into their barracks, empty except for the two of them sitting at the large table positioned in the center, seemingly messier than before. You didn’t even bother to try and decipher what they were working on; your brain saw the devices, the engine, the wires and the computers for programming and it simply went nope. But just as you walked in, you noticed the two of them rubbing their eyes, visibly exhausted.

“How long have you two been at this?” You headed over to the room’s control panel to increase ventilation, hoping that would help them out a bit.

“Time is irrelevant,” Tech commented, his voice normal and contrasting with his tired expression as he put his goggles back on. “Results are what we currently need.”

“Have you gotten any?”

“No,” they said in unison.

You sighed. “Why don’t you get up and stretch your legs, get some air? I hear they’ve got a great dessert selection today in the mess hall, why don’t the three of us go?”

“Can’t,” Crosshair said.

“We can’t afford to,” Tech added.

“Guys, if you stay here with barely any air, pushing yourselves past your limit—at least tell me you’ve gotten something to eat.”

They both shook their heads absently, focusing again on their project.

“Are you kidding me? Come on, we’re going to the mess hall.”

“My darling, I promise we’ll attend our basic human necessities when we finish this.”

“Or at least make some progress,” Crosshair slurred.

“Is it really so important that you can’t even take a break?” You asked.

“Yes,” they replied, once again at the same time.

You sighed. “Well…” your mind got to work and you then decided you were determined to help them out. While you didn’t know much about what they were working on, you knew they couldn’t go on like this. Maybe you could help them blow off some steam, clear their heads a bit, bring them some quick relief and overall keep them motivated.

You walked up behind them and placed each hand on one of their shoulders. The fact that they weren’t wearing any armor on their upper bodies only made it easier for you, and you realized how particularly lucky you were that they only had their blacks covering them from the waist up, except for Tech’s forearm pieces which he needed to control some of his gadgets. The gentle touch of your hands on their shoulders soon got a bit more pressure as you moved from their shoulders to their back, pressing softly wherever you felt bumps and knots. The two men groaned at your touch, their heads unconsciously leaning toward you.

“Darling…” Tech said.

“Just trying to help,” you spoke softly, leaning in towards Tech and starting a trail of kisses from his earlobe to his jawline and then back up, all while your hands continued the massage you were giving them. “You boys can still work while I do this, right?”

“We’ll see,” Tech said almost in a whimper, your kisses sending chills down his spine while your massage made him feel like he was in heaven. “If only just knowing when we’re done we could do more helps keep motivation up.”

“I’ll do what I can,” you purred into his skin, only to then feel Crosshair’s long, slender fingers snaking up your waist and tugging your blouse.

You looked at Crosshair, his piercing eyes demanding your attention. You shot him your most charming smile and leaned in closer to him, aiming to treat him the same, but he wound up capturing your lips with his. You giggled into the kiss and aided yourself with your hand on his shoulder, traveling to his back and digging your nails into the fabric of his blacks, running them up and down. You drew a groan from Crosshair, low and velvety, and his hand went behind your head to secure you firmly and deepen the kiss.

With a seductive laugh, you stood back up, still gently stroking their arms. “I shouldn’t distract you too much,” you said as you began to kneel down, getting down on the floor only to make your way under the desk. The two of them chuckled, pleasantly surprised by your antics, and from the shadow of being under the desk you smiled up at them.

“You boys insisted on still working,” you teased, pointing your finger at them. “So you better keep working, understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Crosshair purred, taking his hand down to stroke your cheeks and under your chin. Playfully, you slapped it away. “Eyes on your work, soldier.”

Crosshair confidently flashed his smug bastard grin at you before looking back at the engine prototype in front of him, now more motivated than he was when you’d first walked into their barracks. Tech seemed to have had his spirits lifted as well, and in no time you began to hear their chatter regarding their work. While they seemed to get more immersed in it, you knew you had to get to work as well and started removing both of their codpieces, noticing their large bulges already begging to be released from the confines of their blacks. You smirked at yourself, oddly proud of what you were doing, and you finally undid the buttons of their blacks and freed their cocks from their confines.

You waited a bit, partly wondering who to start with, but also pausing to build up some anticipation in them. You watched both of their members, standing without any help, occasionally leaning as though trying to find you, throbbing and pulsating and even gleaming with some precum—and you hadn’t even started doing anything yet. Those boys were so overworked and so eager to feel you on them, and you made it your main goal to treat them nicely.

You first leaned in closer to Crosshair, long and a bit slenderer than Tech, but enticing nonetheless. You wrapped your fingers around his girth, hearing him hiss above the desk when you slowly ran the tip of your tongue from the bottom up. The contact was bare, but you already had Crosshair’s chest heaving up and down, and from above, he glanced at you under the table only to see the way you smirked at him, tongue out, as you ran more of it along his length.

“Focus, Crosshair,” Tech said as though nothing were happening. “We do not have all day.”

“Right,” Crosshair struggled, gritting his teeth and bringing himself back to focus, convincing himself he could keep it up. You were just licking, right? That didn’t have to be a big deal. But then, you began circling your tongue around his tip. You heard the sniper huff a couple times above the desk while you kept pleasing his tip, using your free hand to slowly pump up and down Tech’s cock so as to not ignore him. Finally, you took in as much of Crosshair’s length as you could into your mouth, noticing the way his hips briefly bucked as you sucked on him.

It was vulgar. Obscene sounds of sucking, licking, and popping occasionally jumped above Tech and Crosshair’s discussion. While Tech kept his composure seemingly better, he did steal a few glances at you underneath the desk, momentarily examining the way you pleased Crosshair’s cock before returning to his work, a part of him wondering and anticipating what you’d feel like on him.

It didn’t help Crosshair when you started sucking just a bit harder on him, almost as if her were a straw. Trying his best to maintain his grip on the wires he was securing steady, the sniper, trained to keep himself still, trembled and shuddered as your mouth continued taking him closer to bliss. You weren’t sure if he could feel, but you smiled proudly into the blowjob, a part of you now determined to break Crosshair from his usual strong demeanor.

Above the desk, Tech chuckled, the sound filling your ears and riling you up more.

“That is not good enough, you need to hold it steady,” Tech said.

Crosshair growled. “I am.”

“If you say so,” Tech dismissed him, clearly only teasing.

Playing with Crosshair, you slowed your pace down a bit, licking softly along his shaft and barely sucking anymore. Though his body seemed to relax and you knew he’d be able to work easier that way, you at times noticed the glances Crosshair stole from you. Even in the brief second his gaze landed on you, you could tell he wanted more. Furthermore, he was concerned as to why you’d slowed down, and you knew you had him where you wanted.

You then let go of Crosshair’s cock and used your two hands to pull Crosshair’s blacks further down, revealing his balls. You kept pumping on his cock, every vein of it enhanced by the saliva you’d left on it, and you took your face down to nuzzle his balls before tracing your tongue over them, teasing Crosshair all over again before taking one of his balls into your mouth and gently sucking on it. You heard him grunting; his legs tensed to the point where they trembled, and you pictured his hands fisted on the table, his knuckles probably turning white underneath his gloves. Letting go of the first of his two balls, you kissed it gently before moving onto the next one and working it the same way, only now squeezing your hand slightly around his cock as you continued pumping.

Fuck, Crosshair thought to himself. He wanted nothing more but to put everything aside and fist your hair, make you suck on him at his command rather than yours, but he did his best to keep his focus on the task at hand. The pressure you were putting on him made him work faster, and the equations and formulas he was solving filled the papers quicker than before you’d arrived at the scene, indirectly pleasing Tech. If that’s what you did to Crosshair, he’d be amazed at what you’d make his mind do.

But even Crosshair’s resolve faded, and when he was on the brink of ecstasy, he dropped the pencil and nearly crumpled the paper in his hands. His hips began bucking and, though he tried his best not to let any noise come out of him, Crosshair let out a whimper followed by a series of moans, moans only someone at your mercy would let out. Against all his pride, he was coming undone under you, pumping his cock slowly, licking and sucking at his balls. Squirming, Crosshair crumpled when you switched from his balls back to his cock, determined to lick every last drop of his release. His forearms supported his weight as he hunched over the table, breathing heavily and unable to avoid grunting out your name when at last the ropes of hot, white cum shot from his cock, which you happily took in.

Exhausted, but much more relaxed than before, Crosshair collapsed onto the table, his forehead resting on the cool surface as his eyes made out the blurry scribbles he’d made on the paper. Panting to catch his breath, you felt proud of yourself as you began scooting over to where Tech was, anxious to give him a go.

“Is that really all you can take, Crosshair?” Tech said, never removing his eyes from you. His hand went down to caress your cheek, gently rubbing your skin with his thumb.

“You have no idea what she does,” Crosshair said breathlessly.

“Oh, well,” Tech said more to you than to him. “Let’s show him how it’s done, huh, darling?”

Tech took his thumb down to your lip and you kissed it only to make your way down to his cock, keeping still and only letting your breath fan over his sensitive skin. Seconds passed and you didn’t see Tech budging, until you finally began teasing at his tip with the edge of your tongue, staying there in hopes of making him snap, but Tech remained solid. Gradually, you began taking in more of his cock, bobbing your head up and down and making sure to run your tongue over his veins. The most Tech did was smirk, but he managed to continue focusing on his work like nothing were happening.

“I am surprised a man with the composure of a sniper couldn’t handle much more than this,” Tech said, his eyes never leaving the engine he’d begun to weld. “But clearly, we are in my area of domain.” Tech smirked with the words, purposefully trying to play with Crosshair’s ego.

The sniper’s eyes went down you find your figure under the table. “Are you going to let him talk to me like that, doll?”

Your reply was only a tiny glance at Crosshair before you took in the most of Tech’s length as you could manage while your two hands began uncovering his testicles. Tech felt a chill run through his whole body when you began playing with his balls, slowly massaging them, shifting them around as you knew would bring him the most pleasure. Tech kept his confident front up, but you noticed a faint movement in his hips, telling you that you were managing him just well.

“Ah, so you know that little trick,” Tech bit his lower lip.

His words riled you up more; you applied the slightest more pressure over his balls, and to your pleasure, you drew a light moan from Tech, briefly noticing the way his head tilted back before he focused back on the engine. You did that again, and then again, until you had Tech muttering a string of curses beneath his breath.

The sight of you finally starting to break Tech, playing with his balls and sucking his cock under the table while its surface was messed up with equipment and devices, it had such an effect on Crosshair that he felt himself getting hard again. As he saw your movements under the table, he pictured you sucking on him instead, riling him up all over again, bringing him to your mercy. His mind then began to wander to other scenarios in which he could claim you, have his payback, make you be the one whimpering helplessly as he split you in half. Slowly to not overstimulate himself, Crosshair began pumping his cock as his eyes remained trailed on you as you worked your way with Tech.

Still refusing to budge, Tech tried his best to not let his focus falter. While he’d certainly already proven his point that he could last longer than Crosshair in full focus, he still wanted to see how long he’d last. It didn’t help that you switched from sucking his cock to his balls, the way you’d done with Crosshair, and you were pleased to hear him shudder and suck in air through his teeth the moment you began.

Starting just by kissing and barely flicking your tongue over his balls, you noticed Tech be on the brink of insanity by the time you were fully sucking on his balls and applying the same pressure at the base of his cock. Not before long, you heard a thud on the table followed by Crosshair’s laugh as he popped a toothpick into his mouth, keeping up the rubbing on his cock. The sight of Crosshair pumping his own member distracted you for a moment, made your mouth water, longing for his taste, until you remembered what you were trying to prove. Soon, Tech’s groaning filled the room and his hips barely began to buck when you released him and pulled back, leaving his hungry, eager cock all alone.

“What…” Tech panted. “What-what are you doing?”

“You need to be nicer, darling,” you mimicked his nickname for you. “Can you promise you won’t be rude and cocky anymore?”

“Are you seriously asking me that question?” Tech panted, referring to Crosshair’s demeanor being that way all the time.

“Wrong answer, sweetheart,” you turned to Crosshair. “Maybe I’ll suck your cock again.”

“Please,” Crosshair flashed that smug grin of his at you, embellished by the toothpick, but you were too distracted by his hand pumping his long member, at times circling around the tip.

“No, no,” Tech cupped your cheek again. “I am convinced, I promise I… I’ll be better…”

You chuckled seductively at him. “See, that wasn’t so hard, sweetheart.”

Decisively, you took his cock into your mouth while resuming playing with his balls, and it took Tech barely a few seconds to reach the edge again until he was finally tipping over it, moaning deliciously in that smooth voice of his as his head tilted back and his vision blurred, even with his goggles on, bucking his hips at you until he felt his cock releasing all the tension. Tech was already lost in you, but he felt himself lose his own mind when you sucked and swallowed all of his cum, tracing the very tip of your finger over his cock afterwards to further tease him. When you stopped, his body finally collapsed back onto his chair, and he took a hand to his forehead to help himself calm down.

You got up from under the table, dusted off your clothes and smoothed out the fabric, taking a deep breath before making your way to the door.

“I’ll give you boys another treat when you’re done,” you told them with a wink before closing the door behind you, leaving the two clones more motivated than they’d ever been.

Taglist: @zoeykallus @sageislostinspring @misogirl828 @dangerousstrawberrypie @salaminus @ladykatakuri @whore4rex @morganlefaye13 @seriowan @kimageddon @rain-on-kamino @prozacspice

#moonstrider writes #tbb x reader #tbb smut #tech x reader #tbb tech smut #tbb crosshair smut #crosshair smut #crosshair x reader #tbb crosshair x reader

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Don’t Leave (Tech x M!Reader)

Tech x M!Reader

Word count: 2108

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, mutual masturbation, oral sex (both receiving) unprotected sex, facial (kind of by accident), strong feelings and moment of embarrassment

A/N: established relationship, but first time together, and Tech’s first time, I don’t know guys I hope I did okay with this

There are two versions of this story.  The F!Reader version can be found here.

Tech had never felt a strong need for sex or relationships of a romantic nature, but things changed as he got to know you.  You had to make the first move, telling him how you felt and asking if he felt the same.  Once the conversation was initiated, he smiled a little shyly, but confirmed that he did indeed feel the same.  In fact, he was so in love with you, he didn’t know where to begin.  Although he kissed you first, asking permission one evening while holding your hands as the sun went down, you were the one to initiate the discussion about adding further layers of closeness to the relationship.  Tech had never considered himself a cuddler before, but it was different with you.  He was able to rest much better when he was touching you in some way.  You were also the first one to bring up the topic of sex.  Tech was very proactive in his research and asked many questions about what to expect when being sexually intimate.  His questions were both general and specific to you.  He had never done this before, but was “excited about the prospect” and his desire to learn as much as possible beforehand left you feeling safe and cared for.  The two of you decided not to make a date of it, choosing instead to take your time and see how things developed, proceeding when it felt right.

You found yourselves messing around in your shared bunk one morning while the others were gone.  Laying side-by-side, you started leaving little kisses along Tech’s jawline and down his neck to his collarbone. 

“I love when you do that,” he said.

You smiled and hummed against his skin as he ran his hand down your arm and interlaced his fingers with yours.  He brought your hand up and kissed it.

“Tech,” you asked with a grin.

“Yes?”

“We’re going to be alone for at least a couple hours.  Would you like to try going further?”

He kissed your hand again and pushed his goggles back into place.  “Yes,” he replied. “I would like that. My body is already having a strong reaction to you.  Although, perhaps we hold off on penetration for now.”

You nodded and ran your hand firmly up and down his arm, grounding him, and he continued. “I find the idea of mutual masturbation very appealing.”

You kissed his wonderful lips and whispered, “So do I.”

“In that case,” he replied, “I am going to set an extra alarm so that we will have ample warning should the others return early.”  He kissed your forehead, got up, and hurried to the door of the ship. You heard a switch click near the door and some buttons on his datapad.  You smiled to yourself.  An extra precaution like this seemed very Tech.

He came back to the bunk, sat on the opposite side of the bed, and smiled.  You sat up and moved toward him, caressing his face and kissing him deeply.  You felt him hum as your tongues moved together like telling gentle secrets. His hands moved up and down your back over your shirt before he pulled away slightly to ask if he could remove it.  You nodded.  He tugged your shirt off and lifted his arms so you could take his off.  Your lips found each other again and you could swear you could feel your hearts beating together.  

You knew he would ask permission at every step.  Ever communicative and you loved that about him.

“Tech, can we just… let’s get naked.”

“Yes.”  He immediately started taking his pants off and you laughed a little at his eagerness and started helping him. In no time you were lying next to each other, completely undressed, slowing the tempo as much as you could, sensing his nerves and some of your own.  You rubbed his back and traced a path down to his ass.  He let out a contented sigh and copied the movement on you.  It was as if his fingertips wanted to memorize every little aspect of your body.  You could feel your hard cock twitch against his in anticipation. You cupped his face and kissed him, savoring the warmth of his mouth and the faint taste of caf.

You stopped briefly and searched his face.  “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I am ready,” he replied, his thumb brushing your cheek. “I want this too.”

“Tell me if it’s too much,” you said, moving your hips even closer to his and taking his length in your hand.  Tech nodded, closed his eyes, and let out a slow breath at your touch.  You kissed him and his hand reached down, mirroring your movements.  You kissed him again and smiled as he started stroking you.  He felt amazing, so hard, soft skin in your hand and the way he worked you over felt almost reverent.

He tried to take a steadying breath and managed, “It is better than I imagined.”  

You simply kissed him in response, wanting him to feel as good as possible.  You reached down to fondle his balls, causing his breathing to hitch, before slightly changing the movement as you pumped his cock.

“This okay,” you asked.

“It feels immensely pleasurable,” he responded. 

Each time he reached your tip, he rubbed his thumb lightly over the head and smiled as you twitched.

You both started moving faster, finding a rhythm that left you both moaning softly and with your hearts racing. The pace was interrupted.  Tech’s orgasm crept up on him quickly and he came in your hand.  His gasp was immediately followed by panic.  He stopped, desiring to escape his embarrassment at finishing so soon, his face flushed red, he turned away, and sat up on the edge of the bed.  

“I am sorry,” he said.  His voice was shaky and any rejection you may have felt was surpassed by your desire to help him feel secure and loved.

“Tech you have nothing to be sorry for.”  You quickly cleaned off your hand before reaching out and touching his arm.  “Don’t leave.  It’s okay.”

He slowly turned toward you and you pulled him back into your arms. You held him for a few minutes and felt him start to relax again.

“The point is for it to feel good,” you said softly, kissing his temple and holding him close.  He rolled his eyes and you felt some relief at the sign of him shaking off his insecurity. 

“I know that,” he replied. “I did not think I would ejaculate so quickly.”

You kissed his temple again.  “It’s your first time.  That’s very normal.”  You laid together, lightly touching each other.

After several minutes he stated, “You have not finished though.” You could see him thinking.  “May I try something?”

You answered in the affirmative.  He moved to sit next to you and without hesitation, took your now half hard cock in his mouth and began lightly sucking, satiating his curiosity for how you would taste and causing you to let out a series of little moans.  You grinned, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in, and your heartbeat quickened at the sight.  You grew hard in his mouth and he took his time moving his head up and down, running his tongue along your length, leaving little kisses, and trying different strokes with his hand. The way he looked at you, trying different touches to see what you liked and testing your sensitivity in different locations, made you feel an extra layer of vulnerability and at the same time it was such a turn on.  

He settled on a steady rhythm with his hand and laid next to you again, face-to-face.  He continued his motion, the delicious wetness of his mouth helping his hand glide smoothly as he watched you intently and lovingly.  Your core tightened and your breathing came out in heavy pants.

“I’m close,” you mumbled as you felt heat rising through your body. 

Tech nuzzled a spot next to your ear and whispered, “Good.”  As you felt his lips lightly brush a kiss to your cheek, you let out a soft moan and came on him.  He left more little kisses on your face, laying with you as you caught your breath.

It soon became apparent that Tech was ready for another round, offering an almost immediate opportunity to help him get more enjoyment out of his first time and worry less about performance.  You looked down at him and then licked your lips, again looking into his eyes.  He blushed, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Would you like to see what it feels like,” you whispered, kissing his earlobe, “Having you in my mouth?”

He nodded quickly and a breathy, “yes” came out just before you gently pushed him on his back.  You tried taking your time, kissing a trail down his chest before swirling your tongue around the head of his cock and taking him in your mouth.  As he hit the back of your throat you hummed and watched his head roll back on the pillow.  You started sucking him off in earnest, bobbing your head and cradling his balls.  His hips started to thrust against you just slightly. You smiled, hollowing out your cheeks and causing him to whimper.  

He stopped thrusting and you could tell he was trying to hold back, trying to make this time last longer.  You took him out of your mouth and started pumping his length.  When you reached up to run your hand along his chest, he held it in his own. 

“Don’t hold back, Tech,” you softly encouraged.  “Just enjoy it.”

You licked the underside of his length a few times before continuing to pump him, resting your cheek along the head of his cock and looking at his beautiful face as he watched you work him.  He started to thrust his hips into your hand slightly and you opened your mouth so the head could move against the flat of your tongue.

“I am clo-,” He came with a shudder.  His spend landed on your cheek, lips, and hand.  You licked the corner of your mouth a little and his eyes grew wide.  You could tell that seeing you like this awakened something in him.

You crawled up along his body as he let out panting breaths, trying to regain his composure.  You looked at him with all the love in your heart and he started to relax.  He reached for a washcloth and gently cleaned your face off before kissing you.

“That was wonderful,” he said. “You are amazing. Perfect, and I love you so.”

“I love you too,” you replied, closing your eyes and resting your forehead on his.

You did not stay like that for long.  The moment Tech looked at the chrono, he worried the others would be along soon and catch you.

You knew he would be worried and already had a suggestion.  “Let’s gather everything that needs washing, throw it in the laundry, grab some clean clothes, and shower together.”

“Yes,” he replied.  “An excellent idea.”

He efficiently grabbed everything that could possibly indicate the two of you had been intimate while the others were gone and made sure it was thrown in the laundry.  Grabbing spare blacks, he joined you in the shower.  The water felt amazing to both of you and you relished your time like this just as much as you had your previous activities.

After cleaning up and toweling each other off, you got dressed and came out of the refresher much more at ease.  Tech turned off the extra alarm he had set earlier and sat in the pilot’s chair.  He held out his hand and pulled you into his lap, kissing your neck as you rested your cheek on his head and rubbed his shoulder.  He did not take out his datapad, much to your surprise.  Instead he held you in his lap and sat silently.

“What are you thinking,” you asked.  “I know you’re thinking.”

“I am simply making a mental note regarding the techniques you seemed to prefer.”

“Oh really?”

“Yes. I want to pleasure you in all the ways that make you happy.”

You both talked about what you liked and what you wanted to try next.  It was not surprising to you that Tech found comfort in this type of debriefing, the sharing of information and discussion of future endeavors helping him feel closer to you and secure in this new aspect of your relationship.

#tech anon #tech x m!reader #tbb tech x m!reader #tech x amab!reader #tbb tech x amab!reader #reader insert #star wars smut #tbb tech smut #tbb fanfiction #tbb smut #first time #the bad batch fanfiction #clone thirsting

[i-got-a-good-feelin-bout-this]

I am yours and You are mine ( Tech x Reader)

request for @Penguin_Effect for “Tech being shy and awkward as an afab person flirts with him and not his brothers.” on A03 Kinda took this and ran with it. Wrote this for AFAB but if you wanted to you could read it as amab too! summary- you bring Tech his caff just like every day but because of the heat and your desire to tease the shy man, you change your uniform for some revealing clothing. A sentence he didn’t mean to say changes everything.

tw- no tws really just unprotected sex (wrap it up in real life ).

NSFW UNDER CUT, MINORS DNI

If you press Keep reading you are confirming to be 18 years of age or older.

“How’s my favorite person today?” you asked as you walked into Tech’s workshop with two cups of caff in your hands.

“I am doing well” he replied quickly, excited for the caff in your hands.

For some reason, Tech could never figure out his caff just tasted so much better when you made it.

Perhaps you had a secret way of making it, or maybe it was the fact he had the biggest crush on you.

He doesn’t know exactly when it started but he had an idea of why. For some crazy reason, you never flirted with any of his brothers. You had said time and time again you flirted with him because he was your best friend. Yet you were also very close with Hunter, but you never flirted with him.

Not once!

He always kept an ear out when the two of them talked. He was so confused and it made him so mad. He was the smart one and he could decode an enemy virus while fighting with his brothers on the field, though he couldn’t even figure out some stupid feelings.

You sat down on his work desk and handed him his caff. You sipped your own and smiled at him, “ what you working on good looking” you once again questioned.

He looked up at you and felt a blush cover his face as he looked at you in some short shorts and a tight t-shirt. It had been hot in the workshop, but he was used to it. The ac had busted a couple of days ago and the past few days you had complained of the heat. It made sense why you were wearing it, but by the stars did it still make his brain wonder. Your bare thighs and tight shirt left nothing to the imagination.

He looked down and answered, “ I’m simply coding this cloaking device for an upcoming mission.” You looked down at what he was doing and hummed.

“ ah yeah, this is your new system right?” you asked him.

He smiled and nodded. Another thing that made you so irresistible to him is that you actually listened to him. He never believed myths from deep space, but knowing you were akin to knowing what the myths called angels.

“Yes, that is correct. I am very surprised you remembered,” he said taking a sip from his caff.

You giggled and said, “ I can’t help it, your voice is hot as hell.” you finished with a wink and a sip of caff.

He was so glad it was hot in the room, just in case you asked why he was blushing so much.

He looked down at his coding, finally done. Now he must plug it in, somewhat dangerous on the metal table and no protection. He looked at your bare skin on the table, it wouldn’t have been a problem if you were wearing your thick work pants, but you weren’t.

He sighed and stood up, hovering in front of you, and without thinking he said, “ As nice as the view of you on my table is, I must ask you to move for your safety .” he was too focused on the task at hand when he mumbled the sentence out.

He only realized what he had said when he looked at your blushing face and a slight smirk.

“ Oh you like the view?” you asked teasingly.

He placed a hand over his mouth his wonderful eyes wide in surprise. “ Oh stars, I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking.”

Your smirk grew, “wow, I knew I affected you but making you not think, I must really drive you crazy.” You placed a hand on his stiff shoulders. His face was now a red brighter than his brother’s bandana.

“Perhaps you do, but I must ask you to move for your safety, so I can finish this,” he mumbled. They didn’t want this, they couldn’t.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, “ I can give you something else to finish Tech.”

He was stiff as a board, this can’t be real. Even if it was he had to finish this cloaking device.

“If you need to finish, my brothers may be more suited to your needs than I will be. “ he looked away and mumbled with a slight frown. Trying to seem like he didn’t care.

You frowned and gently grabbed his face and whispered in his ear, “ I don’t want them Tech, I want you.”

His breath got caught in his throat, and he looked at your face searching for any signs you were lying. Yet, he found nothing. He bit his lip and looked into your eyes surprised by what he saw.

He saw love, admiration, and lust. He couldn’t believe it, his brothers were much more out there, why him. So he asked, “why me?”

You answered simply, “because you are you Tech, and I really like you.” you blushed a bit more and bit your lip.

Holy Stars, you liked him. He tried to say anything, but all that was coming out was stutters. You had rendered him an absolute mess. You giggled and covered his mouth and said “ If you want me to kiss you, shake your head yes.”

He shook his head yes, almost violently. Your giggles died out as you pulled him close and finally kissed him. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you to the edge of the table, closer to him. He was a bit shy with it, but the longer you kissed the more he opened up.

You both pulled away gasping for air and smiles on your face.

“ I….. I liked you too.” he softly mumbled. His hands were still tight around your waist. You fixed his messed-up glasses and softly said “ I’m glad I wore this and not the hoodie I had in the hall.”

You…. You had hidden your body, only for him to see. You were surprised by Tech’s hungry lips on yours.

You drove him crazy, looking like this only for him. He didn’t have to share you with anyone, including his brothers.

You kissed back with just as much passion. You mumbled on his lips, “Tech, baby, please. I need you. “

He pulled back, “me, only me?” he asked

You nodded kissing him, “only you”

His hands wandered across your body, groping you everywhere and pulling you close to him. He quickly took off your tight shirt revealing your chest to him. He immediately attacked your chest kissing and leaving marks all over them. He had been wanting to do so for so long.

As you got impatient you ran your hands along his torso and moved your lips to his neck.

He left out a soft moan and leaned his head back, giving you more access.

You attacked his neck as your hands moved just above his pants. He looked down at you with wide desperate eyes. He needed you so badly.

He groaned, “ I have wanted to see you like this for so long. You are stunning. “

You smiled and moaned a bit as he groped your body placing kisses all over your torso. You gently grabbed his head and leaned it up towards you.

“ As much as I love foreplay, we’re in your shop and I can’t fucking wait anymore. “ you said and you hopped off his desk and softly pushed him into his chair. “ so please, let me do the work and rock your fucking world.” you leaned on your knees in front of him, pushing his legs apart. You looked up to him and asked “ do you want to fuck me Tech?”

He nodded shyly.

“ use your words, baby, I know you can do it. “ you said rubbing his still covered thighs.

“Please, I-I need you.” He softly said.

You smiled, “you have me then.”

You slowly pulled off his armor that covered his hard-on. You also removed the thigh covers and the chest cover. You then pulled down his black and admired his bludge through his thin boxers.

You palmed him through his boxers and he let out a quiet moan. You smiled and finally pulled him out of his boxers. There he was, rock hard and dripping pre-cum. He was perfect.

You softly placed a kiss on his tip and he shuddered.

As much as you would love to suck him off you needed him. So you stood up and took off your shorts. His eyes trailed all over you, “ You are amazing.” he said.

You kissed him softly on the lips and asked “Are you ready Tech?”

He nodded, “Yes, I am.” he looked at you shyly, “Please.”

You spit on your hand and rubbed it on Tech’s perfect dick. You slowly hovered above him, knees on either side of him. You lined up and slowly sunk down on him.

Moans echoed the workroom. You felt so good, it’s like he was meant to be inside you. He placed his hands on your hips as you placed your hands on his shoulders.

You slowly rose back up and slid back down. He shuddered and gripped your waist with enough force to leave a bruise.

You set a good pace and rode him. He bit his lips trying to keep his loud moans in, his head rolled back. You were no better, but you did care less, letting your moans echo the room. You mumbled sweet nothings into Tech’s ear.

This was perfect, the both of you wanting this for so long, and finally getting it. It’s like the two of you were meant to be like this, together.

As you rode him you attacked his neck, leaving dark marks that his brother would most definitely notice. He didn’t care, it would only prove that you like him and not his brother. You were his, all his.

After a while, his moans got louder and you felt his cock throb inside you. He was close, and he knew it, but he couldn’t stop until you came. He moved his hand between you two to help you finish.

“Stars, I’m gonna cum, please, Tech make me cum.” you begged him as he kept going.

He moaned out, “me too, you feel so good, please don’t stop. “

Then you came, you screamed out. ( something his brothers would probably hear). You clenched around him and laid on him as you rode it out. He pulled out after you had finished and started to jerk himself off. You caught on and carefully got on your knees and jerked him off. You placed your mouth around his tips and sucked. He shook as he came, white topes shooting down your throat.

You smiled once he was done and climbed back onto his lap, cuddling up next to him.

You looked up at him and softly said, “ I will always want you Tech, you’re amazing.” he smiled and said, “ I have always wanted you to dear, even though I wasn’t as expressive as you.”

You both lay there cuddling until crosshair walked in to check on the forgotten cloaking device.

He was met with yells and a wrench thrown at his head by Tech.

The formerly shy tech was now yours and you were now his.

#tbb #star wars tbb #tbb fanfiction #tbb x reader #tbb fic #tbb tech #tech x reader #tech x you #tech x y/n #tbb tech x reader #tech #tech x reader smut #tech smut #tech x you smut #tbb smut #x reader #tbb tech smut

[bsxcrxts]

Tech has a raging voice kink. just maybe not in the usual way. the two of you will be mid-fuck and he'll instruct you to tell him exactly how it feels– doesn't matter if it's one of the more 'experimental' sessions or a quickie in the damn sonic– he expects you to be able to answer, too, and teases you when you can't. "use your words, love. tell me what my cock is doing to you." it gets him there that much quicker when you describe how good he's making you feel, but even clinical and objective statements in your voice drive him crazy... after all, how else is he supposed to gather data on what you like best if you don't tell him?

#tbb x reader #tbb smut #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech smut #tech smut #i want him. #tech ♥️

[madameminor]

Oh boy I hadn't seen that prompt list before. 🥵 97 with either Hunter or Tech? I'd love to see what you come up with if you like the prompt. Congrats on 200 followers! It's well deserved! :D

Aw, thank you! I'm really hoping that the level of kink in this is to your liking- I dunno what it was about this, but I just couldn't shake the image. Plus, I figured I might as well give you a two for one 😉

I hope you enjoy. Thank you for letting me write this for you!

Warnings for below the cut: 100% pure smut, 18+, bondage, voyeurism, p in v, talk of oral m receiving, orgasm denial, gags.

Word count: 1,227

Your eyes are half lidded with you in this state. You honestly don’t know what you would do if your hands weren’t tied above your head, holding you up. Your knees on the floor were tied open and back, your torso and hands tied to the ceiling. You could hear Hunter as he moved behind you, once more pumping himself to hard so he could continue ravaging your dripping pussy. Maker you almost couldn’t take it anymore. The delicious bite of the ropes made your denied release that much more excruciating, especially after Hunter had already cum hot strips of white in your pussy so many times. You almost couldn’t think, you were so far under, just waiting for your Sarge to please please let you finish-

You groan weakly around your gag as he sinks back into you with so little resistance. You hear his grunting sigh as he pushes his hips flush with yours, bottoming out with ease. “That’s my little cock whore. Taking what I give you so well. You want to cum, cyare?”

You whimper, unable to form a coherent affirmative. Instead you rock your hips back slightly. He chuckles under his breath. He leans in towards you, hand weaving into your hair and gently pulling you flush with him. You can hear his whisper tickling your ear.

“You know, cyare- I think. you forgot. to lock. the door.”

A thrill runs through you, your eyes shooting down to look at the metal doors.

You can here his smile in his words. “That means any of my brothers could walk right in and see you like this.” He nuzzles your ear and lightly thrusts in you before continuing, eliciting another whimper. “See you with your hands up, bent over, taking me so well like the good girl you are. See how much you drip for me, making such a horny mess on the floor.”

Your cry is weak and strangled as you clench around him, unable to bear the thought. You weren’t sure if he was right, or just trying to get you more embarrassed, but it almost didn’t matter.

He starts thrusting in you, one hand coming down to circle your clit. “They might even want to have a turn. Have their way with you. Fill you up with cum. So much cum for my little cock whore.”

You’re practically crying as you let him pull your head back, trying to buck into his hand while moving back into his hips. Fuck, if one of them caught you, you might-

The doors hiss open.

“Hunter, I have finished reviewing the- oh. My.”

Your heart almost stops. You’re far too under to do anything but feel the thrill of embarrassment run its course. You know you’re on full display- tits out, face wet with tears and saliva, red marks from fingernails.

Hunter leans your head up with a chuckle, letting you take in who’s caught you like this.

Tech crouches in front of you, and he’s looking. His eyes roam over the length of you, drinking it all in like a fine wine for the tasting. You want to curl up, but the heat you feel at his calculating gaze sends fresh shivers down through you.

“Mmm, yes, these are tied well, adequately, though your designs on her body could stand to be more intricate. Purely from a decorative perspective.” He adjusts his goggles, calling your attention to a glint of something in his eyes. “You’re right, though, she does become her bonds nicely.”

“Makes the best noises too.” Hunter thrusts in you once, making you cry out at the sudden pleasure in the wake of his voyeurism. Tech nods approvingly.

“Mmm… is this the only gag you have?” He inspects your mouth closely. Kriff, the low ember of heat in his eyes, laying below the practical analysis…

“For now. Do you have something different?”

“Yes. I have one that allows for penetration of her mouth as well as silence, should you care to use it.”

And they’re talking like you aren’t even here. You moan at the image of Tech in your mouth, unable to stop bucking against Hunter. He grabs your hips to still them, making you cry out from his fingers digging in.

“Hmm… looks like she’s enjoying this more than I thought.” He chuckles low in his throat. “Want to join in?”

“Not today, thank you, she looks like she’s at the edge. But… I’d hate to miss the opportunity to observe her coming this far into a session, if you’ll permit me.”

“I don’t know- she DID forget to lock the door.”

“But it allowed for this happy accident. I advocate for permission to orgasm.”

“Hmm… it’s a good thing Tech wants to be nice to you today, cyar'ika.”

Tech doesn’t move as Hunter starts thrusting into you, circling your clit. You can’t take your eyes off of his, watching him watching you, a ruined mess getting wrecked further by your Sergeant’s cock. You can’t help but groan as his eyes rove your body, taking in every one of your reactions, your twitches. You buck into Hunter’s hand, so turned on you can’t stay still. You feel the building tension in your walls as Hunter increases the pressure on your clit, muttering praises under his breath that he knows you can hear.

“That’s right my good girl. Let my brother watch you while you come apart for me. Fuck you’re squeezing me so tight right now. You love this, don’t you, my little whore? I can feel how close you are, can feel how much you want to come while Tech watches you, while I get ready to fill you with my cum again.”

You can’t take it, your so close. Tech looks up from his roaming and meets your eyes, and you know he sees it. He leans in close to you, eyes piercing behind his lenses. You can practically feel him say the most delicious thing you’ve ever heard from him:

“Come for me, mesh’la.”

You’re lost to the euphoria of your orgasm. You think you scream, think you start crying from the pleasure through your gag, think you moan as Hunter grips you by your hips and starts fucking himself with your pussy. But the bliss that you ride on, the cacophony of pleasure from the last few hours of play and denial and heat between you and Hunter- all of it is multiplied by Tech’s eyes taking it all in.

You feel Hunter’s hips stutter as he fills you again with a groan. You hang limply in your bonds, panting around your gag, too tired to look up. You hear Hunter chuckle behind you as he finishes coming inside of you.

“Hmm… I think you got her to squirt. Left an even bigger mess than usual.”

“Interesting. Something to explore later.” You hear him pick up his holopad from off of the floor. “Thank you. I’ll leave you to your aftercare.”

You feel the heat from his skin as he leans in close to your ear, his voice almost foreign in its lustful undertones. “See you soon, mesh’la.”

Your whimper is soft enough that you can hear his receding footsteps and the swish of the doors closing behind him.

You resolve to leave the door unlocked more often.

You never know just who might walk in.

#the madame celebrates #requests for madame #tbb tech smut #tbb hunter smut #tbb hunter x reader #hunter smut #tbb tech x you #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x f reader #tbb hunter x you #tbb hunter/you #tbb hunter x f reader

[thrawns-babygirl]

So uhhh... has anyone written any tech x reader x phee? For uh.... research purposes?

#tech x reader #tech smut #tbb tech x reader #tech x reader smut #tbb smut #tbb tech #the bad batch #tbb tech smut

[echos-girlfriend]

Tech Works

All of my current fics on tech. Will update as I write more

Master list

SFW

My rescuer?

The argument

The nightmare

Stubborn man - S2 fic

Cyar’ika

A little adventure - modern au

Be careful - S2 Fic- pt. 2 listed in nsfw

Training buddies - platonic - feat. Echo

Am I not good enough?

Smart like you

A Full House 🏠

Water - writing challenge

Clever - writing challenge

Can I tell you Something

Tech and the Rebel

NSFW

A good job

Be careful pt. 2 - S2 fic

The Perfect Tool

#the bad batch #the bad batch x reader #tbb tech x reader #tbb tech x you #tbb tech #tbb tech smut #the bad batch tech #clone force 99 #clone force 99 x reader #the bad batch smut