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Credit: This was inspired by This post by @thecherrylady for this concept
Summary: Science team gets split and taken out leaving you alone. You think your team has found you but no its a very horny and possessive Yautja who will do anything to claim you and do everything to keep you.
Warnings: Non-con, kidnapping, "dark romance", breeding kink, biting, knotting, OC predator, slow burn? This story is long. Vulgar language, mentions of violence,
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You're a scientist on an exposition on the jungle on some foreign planet. Your base gets attacked by some creatures forcing you and your team to have to move out. What feels like months pass and slowly your team is being killed off. Whether its from the animals on this planet or some greater predator out there seeking new prey.
He ignored you for long because you seemed weak and unworthy of a kill. But after watching you manage to take down the alpha space creature, he has his eyes set on you. He protects you even as the jungle takes your team out one by one until you're the last one standing. But by some miracle you hear your team's voices. But how can this be? You watched them get dragged off by some mysterious force. Doesn't matter. It gave you a glimmer of hope to run towards it. Even if you can't make it out of here you finally won't be alone!
They call your name "Help! Over here" the distorted voices played out. Now that you listened more carefully it sounded like the audio is cut and clipped together.
You stop in your tracks as if its right here, you see nothing until a large figure materializes out of nowhere. Tall with tendrils and equipped with such armor and weapons decorated in bones of all sorts of creatures.
You could do nothing but watch as this- this... monster who stood 7-8 feet tall stood there in front of you. Staring you down with its expressionless cold metal mask. Freezing in place unsure of what to do next. Even if your body was able to run it couldn't move.
More audio played, it said your name, it clipped "I-I've been waiting for you" he stepped closwer. You tried to step back only to trip and fall back. Just as you were almost hitting the ground you felt this creature grip your hand.
His skin was rough but warm. "Dont run, I don't want to chase" he said with other voices you have never heard of... maybe past victims?
"Let me go!" You yelled trying to pull your hand away. But he only pulled you closer towards him while using his other hand wrapped around your waist. He grasped your face tightly and made you face him. His cold expressionless mask observed your face.
He can smell your fear.
"Please" tears building in your eyes "dont kill me" you tried to push yourself away with what little strength you had.
He gently brushed his large hand across your face, brushing out hair and wiping tears.
"Come with me" his recordings glitched. He scooped you up in his large arms and quickly jumped through the trees to wherever he was taking you. He had one hand on your head keeping it close into his chest. You could hear his pounding heartbeat and his warm skin through the fishnets he wore.
Maybe five minutes had passed until the two of you finally made it to where he took you. But based on the rocky movements you experienced you probably made it farther than you could imagine.
He let go of your head and when you looked up the scenery was so unfamiliar. You were in a different part of the forest, the trees much taller and helped high away the small mountains here.
There were no reported mountains or hills when you arrived.
One had a cave lit with a small light inside. This must be his den. He still kept you in his grasp as he carried you in.
"Dont try to escape, you won't get far" his voice clipped again with more unfamiliar voices like a new one each time. Just how many people have been here before?
He carried you deeper into the tunnel. It looks like it's just this one way, if you get the chance you might be able to escape. There doesn't seem to be any traps anywhere.
Finally he brought you to his den. There was a fire pit with a thick chunk of meat cooking over it. Doesn't look human more like an elephant's leg, that means he won't try to eat you right?? To the side she saw a large nest like bed of furs where he set you down.
He tended to the meat while you got a good look around. You saw... fresh skins mounted on a wall nearby... animal skins it seemed. Mostly soft furs. Did he bring you here to make a human skin pelt out of you? Right next to the skins were a bunch of skulls- SKULLS!? A whole wall of animals you could not recognize, some looked like dinosaur heads, a few like the animals that attacked your team, others you couldn't recognize in all your years of research. And then human skulls... Age fossils are often yellow while fresh ones are a milky white. Some are too fresh for your liking.
"Oh god" you whimpered. You turned your head to face that monster. Could he have done this? He had their voices.
The creature then stood up with the meat in his hands making his way to you. He tore off a small piece and handed it to you. "Eat" was all he said. You hesitated but complied. Taking a bite out of the thick and rough meat. It was so hard it took you a minute until you finally ripped out a piece. Chewing took even longer. Might as well be biting out of a leather jacket.
He soon handed you a small bowl of water. Nothing left to lose so you gulped it down to wash away the dry meat. To your surprise it was spring water and really hit the spot. You drank every last drop. He tilted his head as he continued to stare at you.
"Th-thank you" you mumbled as you handed him the empty bowl. He reached out and slowly pat you on the head like you were some kind of pet. Oh God you're his pet now aren't you?
Night time. The only way you could tell was the brief sunlight from outside was gone. You didn't dare to move from the nest but now where will this beast sleep? You tried to get out slowly, maybe move into a corner or nestle by the dim fire. The monster soon took off his mask revealing a sharp grotesque face. With twitching mandibles and bright yellowish orange eyes that looked directly into yours. He slowly made his way, grabbed you again pulled you next to him in the bed. Clutching your torso like a child with a stuffed animal... or a teenager with a body pillow with the way his hands gently moved up and down your body.
"Ch'Kall. Name is Ch'Kall" he said with his real guttered voice. You told him your name which he repeated softly as he went to sleep.
Days had passed where Ch'Kall would leave you here as he went out to bring back food and water for the two of you. Meat he had hunted and fruits he had gathered.
He was always trying to talk to you, it wasn't anything long and deep discussion worthy but it seemed as if he just wanted to hear the sound of your voice. He'd asked questions like your name, what you were doing here, and why won't you eat the meat he gave you. You try to explain to him that the meat is too thick and your teeth are too weak compared to his.
Also that your a scientist of anthropology or some type of study with bones which fascinates him. He has lots of bones he'd love to show you. Which he does. You awkwardly take them in your hand, observing them, pretending to seem interested. Which at least keeps him in a good mood. "Yes... very impressive, Ch'Kall" You're just grateful he never gives you the human skulls.
Sleeping in the same bed with him is as uncomfortable as ever. He pulls you in every night, his tusks brush against your neck leaving you restless as night, worrying that at one point he will rip out your throat in your sleep and he may not notice. He breathes into your hair.
"Why am I here" you mutter helplessly
"Mine" is all Ch'Kall says as he pulls you in closer until you can feel his abs on your back and his arms tightening around you.
More days pass, and while you're still not too used to your "roommate" you've made yourself at home here. You've even began cooking... kinda. With one of the small knives Ch'Kall has around, you cut up some fruit and the uncooked meat be keeps in a freezer to smaller chunks, and cooking it for less time than he did, leaving the meat juicy tender and chewable.
He seemed to be in a better mood seeing you get more used to it. One day he made the fire pit bigger with more rods over it to cook more meat on. Now you both can cook together! He would make small changes around his den just for you, even digging it out to make it bigger.
One day he came home with a new kill. A large creature that looked like a bear with a boar head.
"I guess this is dinner huh?" You would talk to him more which he would happily respond to
"Yes, food, trophy, and pelt"
"Its been getting warmer in here, I don't think we'll need anymore layers" He did not respond, he just got to work peeling off the creature's fur "at least in here its been feeling warm"
That was a lie. You knew it was almost the cold season on this planet. Maybe Ch'Kall will take you outside for some "fresh air" giving you a way out here. Sure you don't really know where you are, but before your teammates bit the dust they sent a distress signal for others to find you. You don't really know your chances of being found or if the rescue team is even here, but its better than being locked in here like some kind of pet.
Sure he's not cruel to you or anything, he's kind of nice, but thats because you've been playing nice.
Ch'Kall hangs the pelt up to dry, he then pulls its head off, and spraying something on it that melts away the left over meat on it leaving nothing but the skull.
"Wow, that's actually really amazing"
Ch'Kall reaches out his hand for yours which you comply to, he places the skull in your hands and nudges it towards you
"For me?" You ask
"A gift" he gently pats your head, brushed your face again
"Thank you" you can't lie, this is very beautiful.
The two of you later cook up the meat and eat together, time which he clearly enjoys. This feels more like a proper home. Even with the pelts you placed for the two of you to sit in.
Weeks passed, and every few days he would begin to give you the skulls of his kill like presents. You began to hang them on another wall of the cave which he enjoyed a lot. It almost made you forget this is the same creature that presumably killed most of your team and several others of your kind and is keeping you here like a pet.
As time passed you noticed you started to stink, and your clothes were being ruined. You tried to wash yourself with the Spring water Ch'Kall would bring you but that wasn't enough to clean you properly and it felt a waste. So one day he got the idea to take you to the nearby waterfalls from another tunnel away from the one he brought you in.
Was this always here?
What he showed you was basically an oasis, a large waterfall falling onto large rocks creating smaller water falls, behing was its own smaller cave. It was so beautiful. The sunlight on your skin that you hadn't felt in a while.
"Bath" Ch'Kall pointed to the heavy falls where you could shower in privacy
"Thank you" you smiled and made your way.
The fresh clean water on your skin washing away the dirt and sweat off of you like a power washer. You grabbed some of the flowers nearby and learned from one of your old botanist colleague that this can as natural soaps or at least make you smell better.
At this rate you may never want to leave the paradise. Not like you have a life waiting for you back home- what are you saying? You can't stay here being some alien's pet. What does he actually want with you anyway? He either says nothing or 'mine'
You look around to see if there's any way out. Maybe there's a small hole you can crawl through? Your thoughts stop as you hear footsteps
Ch'Kall calls out your name "are you okay? You quiet"
"N-nothing Ch'Kall! I'm okay im just..." peering out you see Ch'Kall is just as nude as you are, no armor, not fishnets, no loin cloth. "Oh! Sorry" you turn your head away. Cheeks burning up. You didn't see anything you were expecting to see but it still caught off guard. Wait does he not have a...
You turn back around and see Ch'Kall has made his way in the lake. You creep closer. You're not a pervert or anything you just want to see... if you saw what you thought you saw... that's all.
You can only see his back, scared to look any lower but curiosity gets the best of you
"You starring"
"Im sorry I didn't mean to look" you quickly turn only to hear his clicking which you had learned it sometimes mean laughter. You turn back around and think. We're not the same species so us being naked shouldn't mean anything right?
He's below waist deep in that water, you can't see anything. No matter. You finish your shower and are about to put on your old clothes. Should've washed these while I was in there. You put on your torn up shirt only to look up and see Ch'Kall, now with a loin cloth, leaving his wet abs and pectorals in clear view
"Made these for you. Cold soon. Stay warm."
He made you what LOOKED like a shirt he made with the thin pelts, a pair of pants with thin flexible skin, and gave you a long coat from larger pelts. "Thank you, Ch'Kall" you smiled a real smile for the first the first time in a while. His mandibles flexed to look like a smile. It wasn't so scary anymore.
More weeks passed. For the first time ever, you turned to face Ch'Kall when you slept. Now his fangs brushed your forehead. Something he seemed to enjoy a lot. Now you're questioning if you're overselling this "just smile and play nice" or if you're really being nice. No sign from your rescue team so might as well settle with being stranded here.
You tell Ch'Kall that you want to go back to the waterfalls outside. He'll take you often and each time it gets colder and colder, the plants are covered in more and more layers of ice and snow. The waterfalls still flowing but freezing worse. He notices how even with your layers you're still freezing. So he take carries you inside.
Warming by the fire, you notice he's grabbing some more pelts, probably to add to the bed. But he drops them off next to it, maybe he'll make it wider? He then stops and checks something on his wrist comm, he gets up, grabs his helmet and combi stick to rush out.
"Stay, be back soon" he gently bumps his head onto yours.
"Stay safe" Probably a dangerous animal nearby. Now is your chance to escape.
You rushed back to the water falls and have been out enough times to find a tree to climb out of. With pieces of your old clothes torn to wrap around your hands, hastily made your way out. You shouldn't be doing this now when you have no chance of survival except for the knife Ch'Kall let you keep. He's lucky you don't want to kill him, you just need to get the hell out of here and find that rescue team.
Hours pass and you're finally found. The rescue team is here! You feel almost guilty leaving Ch'Kall behind but he'll find a new pet. If there's anything you didn't appreciate was how clingy he was, how rough he handled you, how he'd always caress your back, your stomach, you legs with his clawed hands.
The team phones in at how they found you and will now be heading to the old abandoned base. It must have been months since you've been there. While you look around for any old personal items, the rescue teams takes in all the research, data, specimens, and samples your team had gathered.
"Wait a minute aren't you going to-"
"We have what we needed, your team's efforts will not go to waste, now let's head back to the-" the soldier's head was pierced through by something like a spear.
The combi-stick... oh no... you look to see the direction it was shot from. The soldiers readied their guns to prepare for the oncoming attack. Suddenly you felt yourself being lifted with great force.
You were dropped onto a large tree branch where you held on for dear life. You heard the slaughter of the soldiers one by one. You peered to the side where you saw something hanging. An old frozen corpse and done decaying. It looked like the uniform your team once wore but the name tag read no familiar name. The screams stopped dead silent. You heard a rope whip up and there hung a new body next to it, fresh and covered in red blood. You clung to the tree harder.
You heard clicking noises. The same that he made. "Ch-Ch'Kall? I-I know you're probably mad but please-" the invisible force grabbed you. You knew it was Ch'Kall. His grip was tighter than usual.
"Keep you, feed you, warm you" he grumbled
He was pissed. You chose to not say any more to not make him angrier. He'll never let you outside again. "You know why I keep you?" He asked. You still didn't answer. "You mine. I see you fight, I see you strong, I let all other oomans die but you. You worthy"
"W-worthy? For what?"
"Worthy mate" your eyes opened at the realization "worthy female, strong heart, you keep fighting, you wait for me to leave like a hunter. I see you more worthy"
"Wait wait wait! You killed my entire team but kept me alive to what? Be your girlfriend or something?"
"I no kill other oomans, jungle did, but I not let them kill you" he clutched you tighter.
"Thats not the point, and what do you mean worthy mate? We're not even the same-"
"No matter, we can still breed and make offspring. I gave you courting gifts and you accept. We sleep in same nest, thought you know"
So that explained it. The presents he gave you were courting gifts. Sleeping in the same nest, accommodating his home for you, everything he did was all some type of nesting behavior. And did he say offspring?
You said nothing as your head was still comprehending everything
Once you made it home he dropped you on the nest bed and tended to the fire. You looked around the now larger den. With your time together he had dug more space out as you now realized what this meant. He's making room for the little... whatever he is... that will soon be running around here. You look to the side where he left smaller pelts and had realized that he was making a smaller nest for said offspring. All the extra food he had brought you wasn't to fatten you up, it was to prove he was a worthy provider.
Would've been really sweet if he hadn't slaughtered the team meant to save you. Or basically kidnapped you in the first place.
"What even are you" you asked "you plan to... when I don't even know-"
"Yautja, I Yautja" he pointed to himself.
"Okay, Yautja" what do you even say next? Ch'Kall stood up from the fire and went in the nest next to you. You tried to move away from him but he gently pulled you towards him in embrace.
"I not mad, still want to mate with you" he tried to pull your blouse up
"Wait wait wait wait!" He didn't listen, he gripped you and gently pulled it off leaving your breasts out in the open. You quickly moved you hands to cover them "we never spoke about- I never agreed to-"
Ch'Kall bit into your shoulder causing you to shout in pain. He kept his grip until he pulled his mouth off and began licking your deep wounds "What the fuck!"
"Mark you, my mate now, you mark me when want-" you punched him right in his jaw. He turns to you with a great intensity and hunger in his eyes. You think to yourself I fucked up.
He stands up, peels off his armor and everything he was wearing until he was nude like in the lake. He pounces you and pins you down. He pulls your pants off while you try to kick him. Revealing your womanhood beginning to soak. Realizing there's no fighting him, you try to cover up your body.
"Dont hide" he pulls your arms away from your chest and trails his fangs across your body like kisses or so his version.
"Please... please Ch'Kall, no, I-I promise I won't try to escape again" you whimper
"I sorry I hurt you, I be better mate, I care for you and our youngling" he rubbed his face by his large bite mark around your shoulder.
He never even asked if you wanted children. Since your life was so busy with your career and you had been sent on this expedition, kids had never exactly been in the cards for you. You never explicitly said you wouldn't you just never had the time to really consider it. But now there's a very horny yautja who will fuck you right here and right now and give you exactly that.
He whispered your name. "I wanted you since you first kill animal, I watch you fight, protect, all traits of worthy hunter" he kneeled up and pulled you with him. Rubbing fronts and he caressed you in his grasp. That's when you felt it.
You looked down and saw a slit, between that slit was a pink nub that extended further. His penis. So that's how it worked. It was ribbed and grew longer and girthier, the tip was pink but grew to a darker red brown-ish color.
"You expect that to fit in me?" You blurted
Ch'Kall placed two fingers and began to rub in your insides which pooled up pretty quickly. He had to be really careful with his claws. You slightly moaned as you held on to his shoulders.
"Oh Ch'Kall" you caught yourself moaning
Ch'Kall moaned your name "i be good" he pulled away his finger until he tried to position himself in you.
"Wait no!" You pushed yourself out of his grasp, trying to crawl out of the nest. He pulled your leg with ease, grabbed your hips into place with one hand and the other gently holding your head down. He licked a trail up your back. With two fingers he spread your vaginal opening as his tip found its way in.
He managed to fit himself in smoother than he imagined. As he exhaled in pleasure you gasped at the sudden sensation of being stretched open. He slowly pushed deeper and deeper and you whined.
"It will be okay" he assured you. He slowly pulled himself out only to push back in deeper with more force. He continued to move faster and thoroughly. Letting go of your head he wrapped his arms around you.
Each time you thought he couldn't get any bigger he moved more inside you. More ridges stimulating you, your mind trying to get your body to fight it. This is wrong. You think.
His thrusts move faster and faster to where it reaches a rhythm. You can tell he's holding back... for now... with one hand he brushes it up and down your body like his did in his sleep. This just adds to your sensations.
"Ch'Kall" you turn to his head thats right by yours. You feel like kissing him but you're also freaked out of your mind. So all you can do is hold on tighter.
Ch'Kall's pace quickens, no longer able to think you start panting. He thrusts against you harder, the only thing keeping you from being thrown against the wall is his grasp and the heavy pelt nest. Your nails dig into his arms. You being to squeal, so ashamed of it you bite into his arm to silence it, but to Ch'Kall this is you claiming him back.
It drives him wild and he snaps "Be ready, Ooman'di" is all he whispers. Grabs you by the hips with his large clawed hands, digging his nails into your thighs he lets go, no longer worrying for your safety he pounds you senselessly. No longer slowing down for you to adjust to his size and shape.
"Want you. Mate you. Breed you. Worship you" he groans in between breaths
Your mind going blank as you accept your fate. It feels too good that you think 'oh God I don't care anymore, I'll let him put in as many babies as he wants as long as he doesn't stop!' Biting onto his arm until your teeth glows green in his blood.
You feel a flesh ball growing inside of you, but you're too deep in your building orgasm to care too much. Maybe he's just close to cumming?
He screams your name as he shoots his load inside you. You scream in pain and ecstasy as you clench deeper in his arm. You feel his warm thick cum pump into you and you collapse on the rim of the bed. You feel like you can finally breathe again.
You realize you reek of sweat and other fluids. "H-hey, we should probably wash-" you try to call out slowly but Ch'Kall grabs you and pulls you into the bed with him, holding onto your torso.
In your swelling womanhood you feel that his member is slowing down and pumping less cum into you. But he hasn't pulled out yet so you try to move but it only hurts more. You both groan in pain
"Knot"
"Not what? Not move or-"
"Knot" he wraps his arms tighter. He grabs your head and pushes it towards him. His mandibles brush against your face, his idea of kissing. He whispers "no come out for time, stay with me"
Ooooohhhh a knot... shit...
You placed your hand against his chest, giving in to his embrace. Any chance of escaping is now impossible. He'll never let you leave especially now when there's the high chance you're having his child.
"Sorry I hurt you, we mates now. I protect you, care for you and our pup" he caressed your stomach which for sure must be fertilized by now.
He finally pulled out if you with quite a loud pop. His grip loosened as he feel asleep. You looked at him for a long time before you kissed his face and too drifted to sleep. Accepting your fate. Could be a helluva lot worse.
The cold season passed and it was the beginning of spring time. Ch'Kall was carrying some berry plants to plant nearby to attract future prey that dined on these berries and to feed to you when you had your cravings. You're not sure exactly how much time had passed. Maybe 4 months, maybe 5, but your body was really showing. You're just grateful that he's letting you outside to bask in the sun. A feeling he knows you enjoy so much.
He still doesn't trust letting you out on your own, so he modified the cave so you can still be outside like making stairways for you to climb on top of the mountain to sunbathe. The small bits of freedom you enjoy very much.
Ch'Kall tells you that when the pup is here they will be helpless for the first few months, but once they start learning to crawl they will be moving pretty quick, and once they start waking they will be running, hence all the space he made. He also says it's because she's been sad being cooped up here. And that's he's sorry.
Before its time to head in for the night you ask Ch'Kall if he can take you to the trees to watch the sunset, you get a better view from there. So he carries you and takes you on the large trees. There he holds on while you two watch the suns set as the dark sky looms over. You can't exactly say you love Ch'Kall... not yet... you can say it doesn't completely suck here.
A/N: well this was a long one shot! So what do you think? Make like the Predalien Chest Burster at the end of AVP and announce a sequel of you and Ch'Kall's life together with their new youngling?
Tech gives you a massage, what else could possibly happen?
warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit Sexual Content and Language. Oral Sex ie blowjob, Fingering, P in V Sex, Nudity, Dirty Talk, Soft!Dom Tech, Breeding Kink, Size Kink, Petnames, Oil Massage, Consensual Sex, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Kissing, Multiple Positions, Slightly Rough Sex, Spanking, Teasing, Flirting, Cum Denial, Creampie, Slight Possessive Tech, Not Proof Read, a bit Messy.
A/N: Total self indulge fic and tech has a big [REDACTED]
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“What is so amusing?”
The Marauder hummed softly in the background as the team sat around, recuperating after a somewhat successful mission. Hunter, Echo, Wrecker, and Tech were sharing tactics and strategies and Tech was detailing the mission’s success. More to the point of explaining how his calculations had been spot on. But, you couldn’t help but chuckle, grabbing his attention.
“I’m just saying, Tech, your calculations might be great, but sometimes you overlook the obvious,” you teased.
Tech raised an eyebrow. “I hardly think that is the case. My assessments are thorough.”
“Oh really?” you challenged, stepping closer with a smirk. He gazes up at you from his spot, slightly wide-eyed. “I am sorry to tell you that you missed the part where the droids’ power cells were defective, which is why they were so easy to defeat.”
Tech frowned, his mind already processing your claim. “I accounted for their reduced efficiency due to age of creation, but… I didn’t specifically check for defective power cells.” He recalls quietly, pinching his chin.
Hunter and the others watched with amusement as the debate unfolded. “Sounds like a bet’s brewing,” Hunter said with a grin, leaning back in his seat.
You grinned back. “Alright, Tech, let’s make it interesting. If I’m right, you owe me a favour. And if you’re right, I’ll help with the repairs to the Marauder for a week.”
Tech considered this, the prospect of additional help appealing, especially from you, though he was confident in his calculations. “Very well, it’s a bet.”
Wrecker chuckled. “This is gonna be good.”
Tech pulled up the data on his datapad, scrolling through the information with practiced ease like he’s done this a million times before. You stand behind him, arms crossed and truthfully quite smugly-confident. After a few moments, you watch as his face fell. “It appears you are correct. The power cells were indeed defective.”
Echo clapped Tech on the shoulder. “Looks like you owe her, Tech.”
Tech simply nodded. “It seems so. I will fulfill my end of the bet.” He swivels in his chair to face you. “What is it you require?”
You ponder for a moment, not really thinking that far forward. “Undecided. But I’ll get back to you.” You say with a wink before walking away.
Tech watches you leave, swallowing hard but refusing to let the strange strain of his emotions show in front of the others.
If only you knew how you make him feel. Then again, perhaps you would be able to tell him how you are making him feel. Fluttering in the stomach when your name is mentioned in passing? Clammy hands when you talk to him? A small wave of arousal just when you’re near?
But surprisingly welcome.
It was new.
A few hours later, the others had dispersed to do their own thing whether to go to Cid’s or a walk which left just you and Tech alone.
Tech approached you after staring at you silently for the last minute or so, his usual confidence tinged with a hint of awkwardness. “Have you decided yet?”
You jumped a little, not hearing him approach initially but smile at him as you face him. “I was only teasing Tech, you don’t have to do anything for me.”
“On the contrary. You asked for something from me after proving me wrong which is a rarity, so I will do what you ask.”
As he was speaking, you felt a slight pain in your shoulder that had been bugging you for a few days now which spurred on an idea. “Well… there is something you can do for me.” You say sheepishly, taking a step towards him.
The proximity suddenly made him clam up, his fists tightening behind his back as your eyes and the smell of you captivated him. Your lips are moving but he isn’t processing what you’re really saying. “Sorry,” he clears his throat, “what did you say?”
“I said you could maybe give me a massage?” You say quickly, realising how personal that sounded. “Only if you feel comfortable. It’s just I have a few knots that I feel like you could tend to.”
Tech hesitates, giving massages was definitely not his forte or something he spent researching but for you? He felt like he would do anything these days. “If i can help relieve your pain I shall do it. Albeit I can not promise groundbreaking results.”
You giggle, eyes creasing at the corners and nose scrunching. Tech had never described anything as ‘cute’ before and probably never will; however, your laughter was something he always found rather endearing and admittedly… cute.
“Really? That’d be great. Do you want to do it now since the others aren’t here?”
“That is fine with me, let me get prepared and I’ll come find you.” Tech confirms, reaching for his device to do a quick research on techniques to massages.
After doing his frantic search, Tech set up a fold-away table that was typically used for emergency medical purposes and called you over. You emerge, now having changed into some shorts and tank top and look at the table in surprise.
“Please, lie down,” he instructed.
“Gettin’ the full treatment, am I? I feel special.” You tease, hopping onto the table as you watch Tech move about.
“If you require a calming and thorough massage it is only right that I do it properly.” He says simply but hopes the slight waver of nerves in his tone didn’t show as he turns to face you, holding a bottle of what looked to be body oil. “I found this among Echo’s things. I thought it might enhance the experience.”
You raised an eyebrow, amused and quite excited. “Echo’s, huh? Do you think he will mind?”
“I was not going to plan on telling him.” Tech announced as he poured some of the oil into his bare hands, warming it before you lay down, head on a small pillow made out of the boy's spare tops.
You positioned yourself comfortably, lying face up and watch as Tech’s hands hovered over your body, as if he was unsure where to start.
“You can start with my shoulders,” you suggested gently, easing him into it.
Tech nodded, placing his hands on your shoulders and beginning to knead the tension of both this situation and your ache away. His touch was non-surprisingly gentle yet firm, and you couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he worked on a particularly tight knot.
“You do appear very tense,” Tech observed, his voice tinged with modest concern.
The sensation of his hands on your skin was both soothing and electrifying. The oil, scented of lavender, made your skin glisten under the dim lighting of the ship. Each stroke, knead, sent waves of relaxation through your body, yet you couldn’t help but wonder if there was an underlying current of something more intimate and exciting afoot. You try to push the lewd thoughts away and focus back on Tech.
“Yeah, missions for Cid usually do that to a person,” you replied, your voice slightly breathless.
As the massage continued, you felt your muscles relaxing under Tech’s skilled hands. He moved down to your arms, taking his time to work out every knot and kink and even took his time on each of your hands, adding more oil to your skin which feels dry.
“You’ve done this before, I refuse to believe otherwise.” You sigh, eyes still closed and occasionally, you let out soft sounds of pleasure, unable to help yourself.
You don’t hear or see it but Tech’s breath hitched slightly each time you made a sound, and he could sense his growing arousal pressing against his pants.
After a few minutes or so, his mind doesn’t process like it usually does because out of nowhere he says, “If you are comfortable, you can remove your clothes.”
Your eyes open quickly, looking directly up into his, squinting to see his reaction behind his goggles. “Remove my clothes?”
“I…I only meant…” you watch him as he struggles to force out an answer but you take pity on him because you couldn’t deny, the idea did slightly turn you on.
Tech was adorably sweet in your eyes and you knew - also thanks to the other boys teasing - he felt something for you. You didn’t believe it at first because he was always the same around you. Though the more you paid attention, the more it clicked together like a puzzle piece. When does Tech ever stumble over his words? When is he ever usually wrong? When has he ever offered to give someone a nude, oily massage?
Naturally, you felt something for him too. You were just a bit better at hiding it than he was.
“Will you place a towel over my, you know?”
“Yes, of course. It is just for a more in-depth massage.” He clears his throat, finding his voice again and genuinely surprised you were going to go ahead with this.
You flushed but nodded, trusting him. You wait until he turns around before you remove your clothes, lying back down as Tech passed you a towel which you draped over yourself. “May I proceed?”
“Sure,” you nod as you close your eyes, allowing his hands to resume their work and starting with your legs. He is certainly a quick learner because his fingers knead the muscles with precision and as he glides higher towards your thighs, you feel his touch become more deliberate.
You take a peek at him with one eye, watching him secretly and you were certain he was looking at you with a look you had never witnessed before.
He looked starved. Tempted. Lustful.
Ever so discreetly, you part your legs just an inch, allowing his hands to work on the inner sides of your thighs. You try to control your breathing but the slight rush of wind that hits your core as his hands zoom past was hard to ignore.
He climbed higher and higher until you comfortably moved your legs further open, the towel still giving you your dignity yet you were sure it was about to roll off the table and down the gangplank.
The side of his hands were just inches away from touching your pussy and you waited with bated breath, wondering if he dared to cross the line… but he never did.
You peek at him again, watching him shake his head at himself as if he was scolding himself for thinking of doing something.
“Tech,” you breathed out, closing your eyes fully so he didn’t catch you looking at him, “you can massage my br- torso. You can massage my torso if you want.”
He moves round the table, standing at your side. Looking at the towel that covered your nude body, he feels a burn in his own as his mouth starts to salivate. “Will you be comfortable with me removing your towel in that case?”
With a mumble of clarification, Tech’s hands trembled slightly as he moved the towel aside. His gaze looked at your face first, analysing your reaction and was relieved to see that you didn’t seem to mind what was happening.
He looks away from you for a moment, grabbing the bottle of oil again and then gazes upon your chest, most notably your breasts.
He bites on his tongue to stop from making a noise as he slowly pours the oil over your hardening nipples before his fingers begin tracing the curves of your breasts, rubbing the oil in.
His touch was gentle this time, yet it sent waves of pleasure through your body. He stands behind your head, leaning over you as his hands caress and respectfully fondle your tits but his eyes? They were on your face, watching your reactions intently.
You couldn’t help it but your breathing gets heavier, your fingers gripping onto the edge of the either side of the table as his thumbs briefly kiss your nipples, the heat between your legs throbbing with an intensity that you wanted to whimper his name.
“Your skin is incredibly soft,” Tech murmured, his voice husky with arousal as he cups your breasts together, kneading gently into them.
You arched into his touch, your breathing ragged. “Tech… please, don’t stop.”
Your reaction nearly makes his knees buckle, he recognised this behaviour from many porn holovids he watched in secret. You were turned on and he was the reason for it.
He continued just like you wanted, not letting his ego explode, his hands exploring your body further with growing confidence. The massage was easily becoming increasingly steamy, your soft moans of enjoyment encouraging him further that the tent in his pants was starting to hurt.
Skillfully, his hands moved lower, exploring the expanse of your stomach, then to your hips, and finally to your inner soft and pillowy thighs. “You’re so good at this.” You whisper, biting your lip.
“Turn over, please,” Tech instructed, his voice a low and husky command.
You complied, turning onto your stomach. Tech again has to suppress his wanton noises as his eyes land on your arse. You could feel his gaze linger which silently makes you smirk. There’s a mix of admiration and professionalism in his eyes and he doesn’t know how to function for a moment. “Any pain in your back I should be aware of?” He asks, oiling his hands up once again.
“I get a small ache in my lower back sometimes.” You reply, speech slightly muffled as you lay your head flat on its side.
“Hopefully I can help with that.” He whispers, his hands landing on the area you said and gives you slow and purposeful strokes.
The sensation of his hands on your bare skin was incredibly intimate, and you felt yourself growing damp with arousal. Tech's touch was almost reverent, as if he was in awe of your body. It’s not long until his hands move to your arse, massaging you perfectly.
Your lip almost bleeds with how many times you bite down onto it but you couldn’t help the shivers that tingles your body. His professionalism was evident, but the effect he was having on you was undeniable. “Do you like this?”
“I’m definitely not going to say no,” you utter with a soft laugh, soon groaning as both of his hands knead at your left cheek.
As Tech moved around the table to work at your body at a different angle, you caught a glimpse of the clear arousal pitched in his pants.
The sight sent a thrill through you, knowing that your reactions and your body were affecting him just as much. Despite his aching erection, he maintained his composure, focusing on giving you the best massage possible and for that you were immensely grateful for. Though, you wouldn’t mind the latter.
His hands moved to your thighs one more, working their magic as he massages up and down each leg with a slow, intricate touch that makes you breathe out soft moans of delight. “Those are some rather seductive sounds you’re making, I have to say.”
Did he just flirt with you? Or was he just stating the obvious as usual? Perhaps it was both.
“Sorry, I can’t help it,” you say softly, propping yourself up on your elbows and look back at him, “you’re good with your hands.”
He stills, meeting your flirtatious gaze and has to fight every willpower he has not to palm himself infront of you, the ache in his pants throbbing and begging for release. “There is no need to apologise,” he says slowly. His hands are inching their way up your legs and ever so gently begins to spread your cheeks.
Your lips part, watching him as he locks eyes with your glistening pussy and you felt a surge of arousal as he uses two fingers to brush up between them, his touch feather-light and teasing.
“T-Tech,” you rasp, fingers gripping onto the table as he runs his fingers up and down your slicked entrance.
“Can I massage you here? I am positive there is quite a lot of tension that needs to be released.”
You nod fervently, biting your lip before you let out the most sinful cry of pleasure.
He paused for a moment to get your answer, then slowly, deliberately, he hooked a finger inside you.
The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside you filled the room, a mix of slick and rhythmic. His movements were slow at first, teasing, then gradually quickened, each thrust making your body shiver. Your arse jiggled slightly with each movement, adding to the allure of him finger-fucking you.
“You’re incredibly wet,” Tech remarked, his voice a mix of awe and satisfaction. “It’s pleasing to know you’re enjoying this.”
You could barely form a coherent response, your body trembling with desire as you buried your head into the table. “Tech… please, more.”
His fingers began to explore you more deeply, each movement, twisting, curling and pumping inside you. You moaned louder, your hands gripping the edges of the table as he brought you to the brink of ecstasy of one of many orgasms.
Tech moved to your side, and you seized the opportunity, reaching out to grab his cock through his pants. “Maker you feel so big,” you gasp in pleasant surprise, massaging it through the fabric, feeling its hardness and the heat radiating from it. His breath hitched, and he groaned softly.
“You may have the pleasure of having a look and a taste if that would satisfy you.”
With a swift motion, you pulled down his pants, freeing his cock without a second thought. You had to move your head back slightly so it didn’t slap you in your face and gaze at his member in awe.
“Looks so good…” you moan to yourself as you bring his tip to your mouth, teasing it with your tongue before taking him in. Tech’s fingers never stopped their rhythm inside you, and he began to thrust gently into your mouth, his cock moving in and out with a steady pace.
You slurp and suck on his cock like a woman starved, your hand gripping the shaft as you pump it back and forth while he rocks into your mouth.
“You look so cock-hungry. Has your pretty mouth and pussy been neglected for so long?” You never thought you’d hear these words pour out of his mouth but here you both were, you with his aching cock between your lips and his fingers deep and wet inside you. “Have your needs been met?”
The sensation was intoxicating, his fingers moving inside you while his cock filled your mouth, your reply a muffled and spit covered ‘yes’. You could feel him trembling, his control slipping as he thrust deeper, the corner of your lips stretching with a pleasurable pull.
You moved back onto your back, positioning yourself with your head tilted to the side so you could continue sucking his cock. Tech’s hands were everywhere, one playing with your oiled nipples, rolling and pinching them lightly, while the other massaged your clit. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and you felt yourself building to another climax as stars blur your vision.
Tech’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming more urgent. He groaned your name, panting like a whore, his voice filled with desire. “I can’t… I’m going to…”
Before he could finish, he pulled out of your mouth with urgency, his eyes dark with lust. “I have to have you,” he murmured, his voice dripping with need.
You watched with wide and lusting eyes as he moved to the bottom of the table, his hands gripping your thighs firmly. In one swift motion, he pulled you close to him, your legs dangling off the edge. His cock, hard and throbbing, pressed against your exposed entrance. The anticipation was electric, your body quivering with need.
“Tech, please,” you whispered, your voice burning with desperation.
He needed no further encouragement. He grabs his cock, slipping it up and down between your folds, tapping it against your clit to watch your desperate whimpers of want before he pushes into you, filling you completely.
“Oh fuck! Tech!” You cried out in pleasure, your body arching against him as your head fell back. The sensation of his cock stretching you was overwhelming, and you gripped his arms, your fingers digging into the fabric of his sleeves because after all, he wasn’t even naked himself.
“Maker, your cunt is so tight,” Tech groaned, his voice strained with pleasure, “do not worry darling, you will adjust.”
He began to move, each thrust deep and powerful, slamming into you with an urgency that left you panting with breath. He pushes his goggles up to rest against his forehead, having steamed up from the erotic heat and then watched intently, eyes glued to the sight of his cock disappearing into you with each thrust.
“I do not think I will fit inside you completely,” he chuckles, “but I’ll make do.” his voice was husky and he looked you in the eyes.”
“You are mine,” he groans, his hands running up and down your thighs as he stills inside you, keeping his cock warm. “Stars, I have been wanting to see how you look whilst getting wonderfully fucked by my cock.”
Your eyes locked onto his, the intensity of the moment binding you together. “Tech… it’s so big,” you moaned, your voice barely more than a whisper.
“I know. But you are doing exceptionally well my dear… tell me how good it feels,” he demanded, his pace quickening. “I want to hear you say it.”
“Fuck, it’s so deep,” you cried out, your voice breaking as he begins to move his hips again. “It feels so good baby,”
Tech let out a loud groan at the pet name, legs like jelly. “I could get used to you calling me that.”
“Your body is incredible,” Tech groaned, his hands gripping your fleshy thighs tighter. “It should be cherished. Your pussy is perfect. I’ve imagined you wedged on my cock for a long time. And now you’re mine. My brothers will never get the chance to fuck you as good as I do.”
“I’ll only want you, Tech,” you gasped, your body trembling with pleasure. “I’ve always wanted you.”
Tech’s hands move to your waist, his grip almost bruising as he pounded into you. “I am going to fill you up,” he moaned, his voice low and feral as his deep-rooted kink for breeding you surfaces. “I’m going to spill my seed inside you, and you’re going to take it all.”
The thought sent a shiver of pure pleasure through your body, and you felt your orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter as your pussy gets pounded. “Yes, Tech! please, I need your hot cum so badly.” you begged, voice a desperate plea as sweat drips down your body.
Tech’s thrusts became erratic, his control slipping as he neared his own high. His fingers moved to your clit, pinching and flicking it in time with his thrusts. The added sensation made you sob with pleasure, your body trembling uncontrollably. “Shit oh - holy - fuck,” you’re mewling pathetically, watching half of his cock disappear inside of you.
He leaned over you, pinning you to the table, his face inches from yours. “Kiss me,” he ordered, his voice rough with need. You comply without a second thought, your lips crashing together in a desperate, hot kiss. He lets go of you, hands holding on the table as it rocked back and forth as he buries himself in and out of you.
Just as you were about to fall over into blissful release, Tech pulled out, making you whimper at the loss. “N-no, no why?”
You watch with hazy eyes as he starts to stroke himself, trying to stave off his orgasm. “Beg for my cock,” he commanded, his eyes heavy with hunger. “Tell me how much you need it.”
“Please, baby, Tech, I need you,” you pleaded, your voice desperate. “I need your cock inside me. Fuck me again, please.”
Satisfied, Tech pulled you off the table and turned you around, bending you over. He lifted one of your legs to rest on the table, angling your body perfectly. “This position will allow for deeper penetration,” he explained, his voice tinged with anticipation. “I shall be able to hit that sweet spot inside you perfectly.”
With that, he thrust back into you, his cock driving deep and hitting just the right spot. You gasp out in pleasure, your hands gripping the edge of the table for support. “Yes, Tech, right there,” you moaned. “It feels so good.”
“Good girl,” Tech groaned, his pace relentless. “Take it all my darling.”
His large, veiny cock buried deep inside you, hitting every sensitive spot. He reached forward to spank your arse, making it bounce with every thrust. “So receptive.”
Just as you thought you couldn’t take any more, Tech flipped you onto your back again, lifting your legs to dangle off his shoulders. He pounded into you with renewed vigor, his pace becoming erratic as he felt himself ready to give you everything.
“I’m going to cum,” he growled, his voice low and feral. “You will be so full.”
“Yes, Tech, do it,” you urged, your voice breathless as you move your hand between your legs, rubbing your clit to match him. “I need it so much.”
With a final, loud thrust, Tech buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he came. The sensation pushed you into another orgasm, your body trembling with pleasure.
For a moment, the galaxy seemed to stand still, the only sounds were the heavy breathing and soft moans of pleasure. As Tech slowly pulled out, you felt his warm cum slip out of you and you watch in awe as he collected it on his fingers and, with a possessive look, pushed it back inside you.
“I want every drop to stay inside you,” he murmured, his voice filled with satisfaction. “I want you to remember this.”
The sensation of his fingers inside you, combined with the aftershocks of your orgasm, made you shiver. “I won’t forget,” you whispered.
Tech leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft, tender kiss. “You are incredible,” he murmured against your lips. “I never imagined…”
“Me neither,” you replied, a smile tugging at your lips. “But I’m glad it happened.”
Tech pulled you into a gentle embrace, the intimacy of the moment leaving you both feeling connected in a way you hadn’t before. “I… I hope I did not hurt you.”
“No, not at all.” You reply with a comforting smile, “I’m just dazed.”
He smiles, pulling his goggles back down after wiping them clear. “As you could probably tell, I always had feelings for you,” he admitted softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I just didn’t know how to express them.”
You looked up at him, your heart swelling with affection. “I feel the same way, Tech. And not going to lie, I think I’ve always known.”
Hi there! I got an idea! Being a bad Batcher’s first kiss is too cute, but what about being their first boob touch 😂 Would their s/o offer it? Accidentally?
Oops, My Bad***
All Bad Batch Boys X F!Reader
warnings: Gonna put it as NSFW as it is suggestive in some parts. Fluff. Some established relationships, some embarrassing moments and of course, some accidental booby touching.
authors note: Exactly as the request asks 🤩 I didn’t know what to title this as ‘first boob touch’ seemed asdfghjkl idk enjoy lol
Echo
Doing repairs with Echo surprisingly passed a lot of time. Maybe it was because he got straight to it rather than nattered away like a certain someone. Or, it could because the two of you had been harbouring secret feelings for another and time in each other’s company flew by.
He’s sat by one of the control panels, making sure the circuits were all up and running and although you didn’t know much about repairs, you wanted to help! So, you sat next to him and passed him each tool as quickly as you could.
He thought it was quite amusing, testing you to see how quick your reflexes are.
For the time being you were very good at passing him the right tools, maybe slipping on one or two but it was enough to show that you had been paying attention. But when he asked for a small screwdriver, one with a tricky name you panicked. To you, all of them looked for the same!
Just as he had been doing, he had been reaching behind and clasping for the tool instantly but what should’ve been a hard and cold metal, was replaced by something quite squishy and not at all what he asked for.
“Eep!” You squeaked at the sudden touch against your left breast and Echo is quick to turn to you, yanking his hand away with wide eyes.
“I’m so sorry! It was an accident.”
The poor clone looked mortified but after the initial surprise vanished, you giggle softly and shake your head dismissively. “It’s fine, Echo. It was bound to happen some time.”
“Well, if you are fine- wait? Bound to happen?” His cheeks heat up and so do yours quickly at the realisation as to what you just blurted out.
“Here’s the tool you were after.” You swiftly changed topic, handing him one of the little screwdrivers and not even checking to see if it’s the right one as you quickly scurry out of the cockpit. How very embarrassing.
Hunter
“Stare any longer, Sarge?”
The Clones eyes almost burst out of his head as he realised he had been shamelessly staring at your chest for the best part of minutes now but it was kind of hard not to.
The pair of you decided to go for a nice walk close to the ship, something you both found yourselves doing as your relationship started to blossom. It was early days at the minute and maybe shared one or two kisses to the lips as you both didn’t want to rush in too quickly. Ironically, you both didn’t mind rushing to find shelter from a sudden onslaught of heavy rain.
In the process of your mad dash, your shirt became very damp and due to its flimsy material, a little bit too transparent for your liking. But Hunter very much liked it.
“Kriff, uh sorry Cyare.” He clears his throat and instead of just turning his head, he turns his full body away from you which makes you laugh.
“Darling it’s okay, we’re together so I don’t mind.” You place a hand to his shoulder, sending a warmth through his own slightly drenched body. He’s hesitant, but he turns back to you and keeps his eyes staring only at your face but, you’re smirking.
“If you want,” you say quietly, taking a step closer to him, “you can look again.”
“Really?” He breathes out, a small almost childish grin etching onto his handsome features.
You nod your head. “You can even touch them.”
Now he was not one to ever refuse an order and so slowly - almost treating them like they were glass - places both hands over your sopping shirt. Your fast heartbeat is thumping against the palms of his hands, sending his mind whirling. he’s so lucky you’re both alone because it isn’t long until he’s leaning in and placing gentle kisses to your lips and cheek. He always said your eyes were your best feature but your breasts were becoming a close contender.
Tech
Although you and Tech were not dating, flirting with him was one of your favourite activities. Sometimes, he would clock on and blush furiously at your straight to the point flirtations but sometimes it just goes way over his head.
Medical examinations were not uncommon on the Marauder and although Tech will only be checking vitals, you can’t help but get yourself flustered at the thought of Tech playing Medic.
When it is your turn, everything is going fine and the two of you are making small talk. He clears his throat a moment after and asks if he can raise your shirt so he can attach a small monitor to your chest to regulate your heartbeat. “Tech if you wanted me, all you had to do was ask?” You teased playfully and he let out a strained kind of groan at your flirting.
“This is merely for medical purposes.” He reiterates, trying hard not to make eye contact with you as you lift your shirt. He also tries to avoid looking at the bra that covers your breasts that seemed a little bit bigger than he had thought.
You roll your eyes on him, deciding not to let him suffer as you awkwardly stand there and wait for it to be done and when it is, he reaches to detach the device but in doing so quickly grabs at your breast instead.
You still. And so does he. You’re both wide-eyed, staring at one another as he makes no indication of moving his hand away. He notices that they’re soft, even with the bra in the way. His breath comes rigid and it takes all the power in you to not laugh in his face at his doe-eyed reaction.
“I wasn’t aware this was a full examination either Tech.” You finally decide to break the tension and it seemed to snap him back to reality as he hurriedly puts everything away, including letting go of your breast. You lower your shirt and gave Tech a soft smile of a reassurance when he said nothing and looked your way with an apologetic look.
“Am I free to go?”
“Yes. Everything is in order, your vitals are soft- fine! They look fine, perfect infact.” You gush a little at his fumble of words, clearly having tits on the brain. When he leaves, he can not help but think about what just happened whilst flexing his fingers that tingle at the thought of you.
Crosshair
When this snarky man touched your boobs for the first time you swore you saw a piece of his hard exterior crumble.
It was you who had offered if he wanted to have a feel since you two had been dating a while now and wanted to take it to the next level.
So as you’re getting dressed into your nightwear (something you used to do in the refresher as you were a little shy at first), you turn to face him as he’s sat on the bunk, already checking you out with a small smirk but you gave him a daring glance.
Your hands reach around your back and u clasp your bra and that smirk is soon wiped off his face as you teasingly and slowly take it off revealing yourself to him.
His heart was pounding and eyes wide with hidden lust. “They’re quite something.” He comments, trying to sound as smooth as he could but swore his voice cracked in the process.
You smile softly and cross the threshold to stand in front of him, nodding towards your breasts and then at him.
His jaw went slack for a moment, pleasantly surprised and tried to suppress a small smirk. After all, he was a little nervous admittedly incase he somehow hurts you.
He scoots to the edge of the bunk, letting his hands and trained eyes roam up the sides of your hips before planting each hand comfortably on either breast. He stiffens but soon relaxes upon seeing your calm and welcoming reaction to his touch. “Perfect.” He says softly, a little dazed to be touching something as incredible as these.
Seeing how soft he was about touching just your chest made you a little excited to see how he will be ‘in the bedroom’. Would he be putty in your hands like this or will you be able to unleash another side of him?
He gets a little bit too eager and leans in to place a kiss upon your right bosom but you laugh and place your hand to his face, pushing back on it with enough force not to hurt him but to make him recoil back against the bed. “Easy there Sniper, I said you can touch… not taste.”
Wrecker
“Look out!”
A shout captures your attention as you spin to see Wrecker hurdling right at you, followed by an army of large reptilian like creatures. From what you knew, they were harmless individually but being chased by a herd of them was not in todays briefing at all.
You’re about to dive out of the way but before you could, Wrecker trips over an upturned root in the ground and is sent flying in your direction. Preparing yourself for a heavy and rather larger impact, Wrecker somehow manages to grab you in a way where you’re flipped on top of him as his back takes the heavy fall to the ground.
You gasp aloud at the impact and then brave yourself for the small creatures to clamber over the top of you but instead, they ran straight past both of your feet and through the trees until they vanished from sight.
“Well that was anticlimactic.” You say with a short laugh, looking back down at your so-called ‘rescuer’ and only just managed to grasp that you were laying on top of him, inches away from your face.
He’s laughing but you remain unsure if he had noticed the close proximity between the pair of you so you play it off cooly. You begin to sit up but you freeze as you suddenly feel a pair of hands over your boobs. Eyes wide, you look down at the large hands that had practically enveloped each breast and then to the eyes of the large Clone who didn’t seem to know what the problem was.
“Uh, what is it?” He asks a little worried by your look and as you did a repetitive head nod between breasts and hands his eyes widen comically.
His hands recoil back quickly and he is rubbing the back of his neck as he sits up but you’re too frozen in shock to even move away from the lap you were now sitting on. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how-.”
“I think I must’ve fallen on them-.”
“Yeah maybe! Cushion the blow almost because they’re soft and all…” he trails off, feeling more painfully awkward the more he speaks.
There’s heat upon your cheeks and you look down bashfully. “You think they’re soft?” Your tone is quiet, a little soft, and Wrecker is more confused than before. Were you teasing him? Flirting? Genuinely interested? He had liked you for a while and sincerely hoped this hadn’t messed anything up if anything was to ever arise anyway.
“S-Sure!” He stutters rather sweetly with a sheepish grin. “I’ve never touch one or them or any before so.” Again, he rubs the back of his neck but is liking this closeness between you both quite significantly.
Heart racing fast, you finally managed to stand back to your feet although your legs wobbled just slightly. “We should get back to ship.” You smile up at him, no sense of awkwardness from you and as you walk away, he watches you a little breath-taken.
Maybe, if he had the gall, he would ask if he can touch them again sometime.
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Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! friends/squadmates to lovers, virgin!Tech, Tech’s autism rizz, smut, oral (m and f receiving), dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, squirting, Tech being a bit of a perv but can you blame him
Summary: It's no secret that Tech has been fascinated by you ever since you joined the team. He's spent months carefully crafting a plan in the hopes of someday asking you on a date, but it all goes out the window with the smallest push.
A/N: *slaps roof* you can fit so much smut inside this baby. That’s pretty much all this is, the feelings are a garnish.
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The heat is cloying, sticking to Tech’s skin in an unwelcome blanket where his armor doesn’t cover. Whisps of hair are plastered to his forehead, sweat dripping down the back of his neck and pooling into the collar of his blacks.
He’s uncomfortable and on edge, much preferring the cold of space to the sweltering heat and humidity of the planet that seems dead-set on torturing him.
Maybe that’s why his body is feeling the way it does. Why it’s so receptive to the image that’s right in front of him. Something so innocent, that no one around except for him is batting an eye.
You, your eyes closed in apparent pleasure, licking and sucking a bright red popsicle.
Tech isn’t sure precisely how long he’s been staring at you, but he knows exactly how much of the treat you’d started with and how little was left on the stick now as it disappeared again into your mouth.
Somewhere between finishing the repairs and watching Wrecker load their replenished rations and potable water onto the ship, you produced the collection of colorful popsicles and offered him one. You, Wrecker, and Omega had already devoured two each on the journey back, gushing over how refreshing they were when you breached the tree line and caught sight of them.
He’d nearly declined, not wanting to add syrupy stickiness to the laundry list of less-than-pleasant sensations he was currently experiencing, but a pout from your slightly swollen lips had him reaching into the box. He devoured his meiloorun-flavored popsicle in a few bites, ignoring the offended looks from the others at his method, and returned to his datapad to study up on the flora of the planet.
Or, he had tried to.
His datapad lies forgotten in his lap as he regards you with slightly shallow breaths falling from his lips. A line of red syrup drifts down your hand, and you slowly follow the trail with your tongue before it reaches your wrist.
His hand clenches on his knee, hoping no one else is noticing the way that his eyes darken at the sight of your tongue disappearing into your shining wet mouth. The popsicle is quick to follow it, drifting in and out between lips stained a very enticing shade of red. His mind is full of cotton as he swallows thickly, and he feels himself twitch in his jeans.
Of all the things to be his sexual awakening, this one has to be the most embarrassing.
Sex had simply never interested him before, at least not in a way that felt like this. He isn’t a stranger to the urges that came with being a healthy human male, and he took care of it himself the same as his brothers in the ‘fresher or in the cover of darkness in his bunk when the need arose. But the idea of being with another person hadn’t been top of mind, well, ever.
Between missions, recovering from said missions, endless repairs and modifications to the Marauder, and satisfying his insatiable thirst for knowledge, it hadn’t ever been a possibility worth spending time thinking about. He preferred to focus his efforts on things that were real and tangible.
He’d spent a lot of time lately thinking about you, however.
And even more time analyzing those thoughts in an effort to tease apart why he’s so distracted by you. Wondering where you are, what you’re thinking, feeling delighted whenever he receives new information about you. That had quickly led him down a path that turned into watching out for you specifically when you were in danger and looking for opportunities to help you when you weren’t.
Last week, you’d been stuck on a lift alone together, and he’d pretended to struggle with fixing it just to spend a few more minutes talking to you.
It’s embarrassing, it’s irrational, but he couldn’t stop it if he tried.
After weeks of deliberation, he’d resolved to set a plan into motion that would eventually lead to him asking you to dinner. Tech never did anything without thorough research and preparation. When the others went to sleep, he went through a long list of romantic holofilms, some less terrible than others, and imagined himself in the leading role.
He pictured himself saying the right things, knowing the right way to touch you to hold your interest. You’d talk over a nice meal about what you always talked about, hold hands on the walk back to the Marauder, and perhaps share a dry peck on the cheek before calling it a night. He thought he’d want to start slow.
The wooden stick nearly disappears completely between your red lips. His hand forms into a fist on his knee. Kark.
Slow went right out the window with the last of his sanity, evidently.
It takes a lot for Tech to admit when he’s wrong, but stars, was he wrong about this.
He replays that moment over in his head again. How your cheeks hollowed ever so slightly as you sucked the stick clean, trying to get every inch of the sweet syrup. He pictures you doing the same action but on your knees, his skin underneath your lips instead.
It’s late, or what passes as late when you’re traveling at light speed through the cosmos. He’s awake as he often is, back pressed into the pilot’s seat while the others are sound asleep in their bunks. But unlike the other nights where he’s alone, you’re there, nestled between his spread legs, your hands softly caressing the inside of his thighs.
You’re wearing that oversized shirt you always wear to sleep and nothing else but a pair of GAR-issued briefs, and he can see a flash of their damp center even from his position above you. Your pupils are blown with lust as you stare up at him through your lashes from where you kneel until they flutter closed when the head of his cock presses into your awaiting mouth.
“Ah, just like that,” he whispers through clenched teeth, his fingers twisting into the hair on the back of your head.
You let out an appreciative moan at the slight pull before sliding forward, sucking the remainder of him into your awaiting mouth. He can feel the press of his tip at the back of your throat as you swallow around him, and his eyes nearly roll back in his head at the movement. He casts his head back until it thumps against the headrest, breathing heavily to desperately stop himself from coming down your throat and ending it all so soon.
You seem to sense his desire and slow your motions to a crawl, leaning away to press kitten licks to his head. He holds your hair gently while keeping one hand tangled in it, his eyes searching your face as he continues watching you suck him off slowly and deliberately, moving up and down at your leisure. But when a hand reaches up to cup his balls, he pulls you off him with a wrenched gasp.
The motion entices you to stand and climb onto his lap, his hands welcoming you by grabbing two handfuls of your soft thighs just before they reach the flesh of your ass. You settle your weight on him, hands coming to wrap around his neck before your lips meet in a vicious and messy kiss.
Somewhere between the meeting of teeth and tongues, he helps you lift your shirt up and over your head, whipping it over his shoulder and the back of the chair without another thought. Your bare breasts heave directly in his line of sight, and he’s mesmerized by their shape and apparent softness. The birthmark above your right breast has always enticed him whenever he catches a glimpse of it, and he doesn’t think twice to bring his lips to it.
You eagerly press into his awaiting mouth as Tech dips his head to taste the skin of your chest. He spends special attention on your nipples, teasing them into hardened peaks as he caresses your bare skin wherever he can reach. You moan, nearly trembling with his efforts while you mindlessly rut against him, just as drunk off the contact as he is. He can feel you practically drip onto him from where your clothed core rubs against him.
Tech moves a hand up to cup the side of your face, admiring the desperate expression he finds there.
“Please,” you beg with a wanton moan as your clit catches the tip of him, sending a shudder down your thighs.
Tech is nothing if not attentive, and he reacts quickly by lining himself up to your entrance, his thumb pushing aside your underwear to bare you to him.
There's a moment of delicious, almost painful waiting, and then he slowly lifts his hips to sink up into you. Your fingers latch onto his forearm - nails sinking into fabric and flesh. It feels incredible, almost dizzying as he stretches you out and fills you to the brim.
He can’t help but dig his fingers into the flesh of your ass as you lower yourself completely onto him. You turn your head slightly and suck his thumb into your mouth, the most incredible sounds escaping your lips as you wrap your lips around him and draw him in to lave your tongue along the digit.
You move yourself up and down torturously slow, but every time his tip nudges against that spot inside of you, you whimper. The motion makes your bare breasts brush against him, and he’s enticed to lean forward and run his tongue along your flesh, sweeter than any dessert —
“Tech, you’re staring.”
It takes everything in his power not to jump out of his skin, mouth snapping shut with a clack of his teeth to hide his surprised gasp. But Tech still startles slightly — only slightly — before his wide eyes are met with the sight of Echo in front of him.
There’s no mistaking the amused expression on his brother’s pale face as he watches Tech fumble to look anywhere except at the woman currently making an absolute mess of him.
Tech is far from the only one who looked at you, he knew that. But after months of traveling together, it became increasingly apparent that he’s the only one who remains flustered by your presence.
His brothers teased him endlessly over it, but Tech had never been bothered by their assumption of his affections, nor made any effort to deny them so long as they didn’t make you uncomfortable.
His interest in you is only natural, after all. A byproduct of forced extended proximity, your objectively admirable qualities, his lack of experience with women, and the way your mere presence seemed to ease the constant buzzing in his brain.
At least, that was the working theory.
Echo clears his throat, bringing Tech back into the present as he shifts to cross his arms over his chest, still clearly enjoying the situation.
“I was not,” he responds with a huff, adjusting his goggles.
The heat that’d already been traveling up his body from his loins diverts to flush his cheeks and ears with red. He’s suddenly grateful for the datapad in his lap — he’s already been caught, he doesn’t need to be caught like that as well.
The look Echo gives him makes him feel chided, but the clone is only struggling to hold back a smile, eyebrows raised. “Sure you weren’t.”
Desperate to escape the teasing — and there’d be no shortage of it once Echo reported back to the others — Tech jerks to his feet. He can feel eyes on him as he retreats, offering a rushed explanation about HVAC diagnostics, but he chooses to ignore them in favor of hurrying toward the cockpit.
Once inside, he throws himself into his chair and locks the doors behind him. His hand is drawing out his hard length from his jeans before the lock kicks in.
Tech can’t sleep, so he does the next best thing by heading to the cockpit, taking over Hunter’s watch with very little convincing. It's quiet there, and it gives him time alone to sort through his thoughts. Not that the ones that are currently racing through his mind are all that productive, but it's better than tossing and turning and waking everyone else.
He settles himself in the pilot's chair, the dim lights and steady thrum of the engine a welcome distraction from the constant replay of the previous day's events. His mind drifts back to the heat, the humidity, the way your hair fell over your shoulders and stuck to your neck with sweat.
And then his brain helpfully supplies the memory of your mouth, swollen and red from sucking on the popsicle, the way the liquid melted in the summer sun and dripped down your arm, and the way you chased it with your tongue.
He sinks lower into the pilot seat and groans, throwing his head back against the headrest and squeezing his eyes shut. This is becoming a problem, he thinks.
“Oh!”
His head shot up at the sound, snapping over to glance at the entrance to the cockpit as the door hisses closed.
You stand still, your hand slightly raised toward your mouth as you catch sight of him in his chair. Your eyes are wide in surprise as they meet his own. He can see even in the dim light that you'd just rolled out of bed, wisps of hair escaping your braid and sticking to your neck.
His eyes travel lower, and he nearly lets out a groan when he realizes you’re wearing the same shirt as you were in his fantasy, legs enticingly bare underneath its hem.
He must’ve been staring for a while because you start to fidget under his attention. Your fingers play with each other in front of your waist as you bite into your lower lip. He tries not to focus on the movement, but there’s something about the air between you that has him entranced by it.
“Sorry, I thought no one’d be in here,” you whisper. When he does nothing, his mind too distracted to form words, you move to turn back toward the door. “Goodnight, Tech —“
He has a split second to make a choice.
“Wait,” he calls out, stopping you in your tracks. “You can stay. If you would like to, that is. I don’t mind.”
“Um, alright.” You still look a little unsure, but you're soon sitting in front of his turned chair in the co-pilot’s seat.
When it comes to love, Tech is far from an expert. Unless you considered an encyclopedic knowledge of courtship rituals and human erogenous zones being an expert, which he does not. Particularly when the breadth of the information stored in his mind seems just beyond his reach every time he looks at you.
He has a feeling you won’t enjoy many of the techniques suggested in his reading, either, such as what one author referred to as “playing hard to get.” You don't seem like the type to entertain mind games, not that he was interested in playing that type of game with you anyway.
No, his approach is going to have to be different, and more importantly, genuine.
The problem is, the longer he thinks about how to approach you, the more his mind becomes overwhelmed by the prospect.
At some point, Tech realizes you've been sitting in silence while he monologues internally, and once again, his mouth opens before he can stop it.
“Are you alright?”
You look surprised, and he isn’t sure if it’s because of the question or because he’s the one asking it. He doesn't exactly make a habit out of checking in on the others, figuring that they would tell him what’s on their mind if they wanted to, but he’s been watching you long enough that he can tell the look on your face is solemn. He doesn’t enjoy it.
“I…” you trail off when you meet his eyes, looking back down at the hands folded in your lap. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s stupid.”
“I sincerely doubt that. You are a very intelligent woman.”
His earnest, rapid-fire compliment seems to have caught you off guard, because when you turn to face him, you look bewildered.
He stammers to recover.
"I-I only mean that if you were thinking something that was bothering you, it would most likely be something important."
Your features softened. “Do you…ever wonder what will happen to us?”
The chair turns fully, your knees nearly brushing. You draw your legs up so they’re balancing on each armrest, elbows falling to brace yourself on them. You're looking at him now, and he once again is struggling to know what to say once you clarify, “What you’ll do after the fighting ends?”
Tech sets his datapad down on the console. When he looks into your eyes again, he can see them shining in the dim light, and it makes his heart feel heavy to see you look so lost.
Still, he can’t help but say it. The truth.
“We are clones. War is our purpose. There is no ‘after’ for us.”
Tech knows immediately it isn’t the right thing to say. You inhale sharply and quickly scrub your cheek. “But do you think about what it would be like if there was?”
He hesitates. He wants to say no, to tell you that the thought never crossed his mind, but that would be a lie. Tech has thought about it, at this point quite extensively.
He’s pictured a life outside of running from or into danger, one where Omega could actually be a kid and one where he and his brothers aren’t constantly looking over their shoulders. He’s pictured a home that isn’t a gunship or a lab balancing over a tumultuous ocean, a life that is simple and routine but no less rewarding.
But he’s afraid to say it, he realizes. Not just because it’s an illogical waste of time to consider the possibilities, but because now in every one of those pictures his mind has loosely constructed, you're there by his side.
You had already become part of his routine, your lives inexorably intertwined, and he didn’t want that to change. His ideal future is any future where you're together, whether it’s simply as teammates or friends or something more.
He isn’t sure how he’ll react if he divulges that to you, and you don't feel the same. He reminds himself that he wanted to start slow, his strong sexual attraction to you be damned.
The words are quiet when he finally speaks.
“Yes, I have.”
Your hand reaches out to take his, and the sensation of your bare skin warming his own sends something like a static shock to his system.
You've touched before — to swap tools, pull each other into the safety of cover, and that one time you fell asleep on his shoulder at dinner — but all of that had been through his gloves or armor. This was the first time he’d ever felt you.
It’s thrilling, he wants more of it, and he immediately understands why people get addicted to this sort of thing.
Tech’s hand turns, and he laces your fingers together before he can convince himself not to. When he catches your eye again, tearing his gaze away from where you're connected, you're smiling at him.
It’s small, a far cry from the ear-to-ear grin you wear when Wrecker says something to make you laugh, or when he dips the Marauder into a nosedive, but it still makes him feel warm.
“You deserve to have a life outside of war, Tech,” you say earnestly with a squeeze of your fingers. “You all do.”
“Thank you.” He scoots closer to the edge of his seat, toward your warmth and welcoming smile. Tech’s heart is in his throat, but if there was ever a time to tell you how he feels, it’s now.
“I—“
The door slides open, startling you both into letting go of each other’s hands. Wrecker stumbles into the room with an arm thrown up over his face, the other outstretched and waving wildly.
“Everybody decent?” he asks, then barks out a laugh at his own quip as he lowers his arm from his eyes.
You're both quick to scoot your chairs away from each other and stand, a flustered blush rising to your cheeks and an annoyed one rising to his. Tech opens his mouth to give his brother a piece of his mind, but you speak up first.
You clear your throat. "Yeah, um, I was just on my way out."
When he turns to you, your cheeks are flushed.
“Goodnight, Tech,” you mutter as you stand, avoiding his gaze. “Wrecker.”
You shove past Wrecker without another word, and the two watch you go before Wrecker turns back to Tech with a wide grin.
“Soo?” Wrecker asks, drawing out the question as he looks back and forth between the door and Tech, who has his hands braced on his hips.
Tech is silent for a beat, but when the tension gets too high, he throws his arms up. "So what?"
“What was that all about?” Wrecker gestures to the space you had just been occupying, his smile turning smug.
Tech scoffs and turns away, settling back into the pilot’s chair and picking up his datapad. “We were just talking,” he replies curtly over his shoulder. “Was there something you needed?”
“Aw c’mon, that’s it?” Wrecker whines. When he doesn’t get a response further, he heaves a sigh. “It’s my turn for watch.”
Weeks have gone by since your talk in the cockpit. The mission for Cid went off without a hitch, relatively speaking. You had your cover blown at the last minute, which led to an inevitable firefight and a hasty retreat. While some would consider it a failure, the group was optimistic. After all, you'd gotten the stolen cargo back and then some, and miraculously no one was hurt.
The generous sum of credits that greeted you on your return to Ord Mantell was split the usual way. Cid took more than her fair share before the chits hit the table, and what little amount was left was first pooled together in a fund for food, supplies, and repairs for the Marauder, then divvied up equally among the Batch. Your individual take-home pay was meager, but with the essentials taken care of, it was enough to keep paying your rent. For now.
As soon as the credits were pressed into your palm, you made yourself scarce, muttering something about needing a real shower and bed for once. Tech couldn’t blame you, though he was itching to speak to you again.
The group made their way to Cid’s arcade, Omega half hanging from Hunter’s arm as she fought sleep. Though none of you were eager to spend much time planetside, there was little else to do but wait for Cid to need you again. And if you were going to endure the city and its splendors, a drink was required.
An hour into Cid’s beer reserve, still full price and then some for the Batch, and you finally return. Freshly showered with a new set of clothes, you're easily the most put-together and rested any of them have looked in days. The tight shirt you chose rides up slightly when you wave a greeting, revealing a sliver of the skin of your abdomen. Tech quickly buries his nose in his datapad to avoid being caught staring again.
You settle into the empty stool beside him at the bar, and the others welcome you back. You seem relaxed, a stark difference from the somber mood you were in the last time Tech saw you, and he feels relieved to see you happy.
Still busying himself with his research, he slides over the glass of tsiraki in front of him in your direction. It's your drink of choice, one that he noticed you always seemed to prefer over the fruity mixed drinks Echo ordered for you.
“For you.”
He didn't have to look up to know you’re smiling at him, though he can feel his own lips tilt up when you speak. “Thank you for thinking of me.”
“I am always thinking of you,” he says, eyes still on his datapad.
A beat passes, and Tech realizes his mistake. His eyes widen, and his gaze snaps up to meet yours. You're looking at him with slightly furrowed brows, lips parted in a quiet gasp.
He opens his mouth to correct himself, but nothing comes out to correct his accidental confession. One that he meant entirely, but perhaps could have timed better.
His face feels hot, and his mind is racing as he watches the expression on your face soften. You huff out a quiet laugh, closing your eyes and shaking your head as you reach for your glass. He watches you carefully, not wanting to look away for a second, as he struggles to process your reaction. Or lack thereof.
“Is something wrong?” Tech finally asks, setting down his datapad.
You take a long sip of your drink before setting it down and leaning your elbows against the bartop, turning to look at him. A soft smile pulls at your lips. “No, not at all. Don’t worry about it.”
Normally, he would press further. Leaving questions unanswered is never his strong suit unless he is sufficiently distracted. Like now, for example, when the sight of you licking your lips is far too enticing to let him focus on anything else.
If you notice he’s staring again, you don’t show it, choosing instead to throw back the final drink of your glass before setting it aside. You turn your body to face him fully, your knees brushing softly against his leg.
“Have you ever heard of five-blossom bread?”
“It is a pastry from your home planet, correct?” He asks, eyebrows raised slightly in surprise at the sudden question. You nod. “I have only been once to Naboo, and we did not spend much time there to try the cuisine.”
You hum in affirmation, tilting your head at him. He feels as if you're searching for something in his gaze, and his mouth opens and closes as he thinks of something else to say. Fortunately, you speak up first.
“There’s a place not far from here that sells it. Wanna come with?”
You glance away from him awkwardly, but when you meet his eyes again, he can see the excitement in them. It does something to his heart that has him nodding before you could finish speaking.
You don’t talk about your time before the Batch much, but from what little he’d gleaned from you, you hold a fondness for your home that he simply doesn’t feel about Kamino. And it made you happy when you came across any memento of Naboo on your travels, something that never failed to make the rest of them feel happier as well.
“I know you have a sweet tooth. You’ll love it, I promise.” You beam up at him, and he returns your smile with a hesitant one of his own.
“That sounds agreeable. Do you want to leave now? If you are hungry, of course. Or we could wait until the morning, if that would be better—“
Tech is interrupted by your hand covering his on the table, and all thoughts of five-blossom pastries and Naboo leave his head immediately. The feeling of your touch is the only thing on his mind as he looks up to meet your eye.
“Let’s go now, Tech,” you say.
You stand and begin to make your way through the bar, passing by the others on their way out.
“Where’re you two off to?” Wrecker asks with a wide grin, eyes on where you’ve grabbed Tech’s hand to pull him along.
“Out,” you answer before Tech can open his mouth.
He glances over at you, eyebrows raised in surprise by your sharp reply. You tug him forward before anyone else can speak up, throwing a quick “catch you later!” over your shoulder as you quickly ascend the stairs and out into the evening air.
The sun has just started to set, and the streets are alive with the noise and bustle of the city. Tech keeps close to your side, trying his best to keep an eye on the people around you while simultaneously focusing on you. It isn’t as difficult as it sounds; you are a bright point among the chaos of the crowd.
He could have sworn that you were smiling wider, your steps lighter, the closer you got to your destination. It makes him happy too, even though he has no idea where you are headed.
Tech hadn’t considered the fact that you’re still holding his hand until the two of you are forced to stop at a crosswalk. You stand waiting for the signal to change, and he becomes very aware of how closely you’re pressed together.
After you cross the street, a thought suddenly occurs to him, and he stops abruptly, his arm tugging your back.
“Is this a date?” he asks, bewildered.
You turn around, and he can feel your fingers tense in his. He hopes he hasn't said the wrong thing, and the panic is short-lived when you start to smile.
“Do you want it to be?”
His mind is racing, but Tech manages a single word, surprising the both of you by the certainty in his voice, "Yes."
Your eyes are wide as they search his, and when you bite into your bottom lip, he can feel his cheeks heating up.
“If that is also your preference,” he adds quickly.
“It is, yeah,” you say with a gentle squeeze of his hand. “C’mon, it’s just ahead.”
He follows along after you, feeling lighter than he has in weeks. The bakery is a small, hole-in-the-wall establishment, but the smell coming from inside is delightful. The door jingles as you step inside, and the girl behind the counter looks up from the customer she’s helping with a startlingly friendly smile considering the city you’re in. You’re practically bouncing on your feet as you wait in line.
Tech glances over the baked goods in the display case, eyes catching on one that looks familiar. He points it out. "Are those the pastries you mentioned?"
You follow his gaze, a smile blooming on your face. "Those are! How did you guess?"
Tech feels his cheeks warm. "It’s not difficult to deduce. You seem quite excited by their presence."
"I can't help it. These things are the best; I'm telling you."
A few minutes later, you’re seated at a table by the window, a five-blossom bread garnished with syrup steaming on a plate between you. You take a bite, sighing happily as the taste washes over you. He smiles at your expression, and after a moment, you open your eyes again.
"Here, try some." You break off a piece and hold it out to him. He eyes it warily, not used to someone wanting to feed him, and takes it slowly between his teeth.
The taste is…not terrible.
"Well?"
"It is adequate, I suppose." He shrugs.
You roll your eyes, taking another bite. "Just say you love it."
"I am not going to lie to you."
You laugh, and Tech feels a surge of pride knowing he was the one who caused it, however unintentionally
"Alright, alright. I get it. Just know, I'm never letting you live this down. You're gonna have to find a way to make it up to me." You grin at him, a look of mischief in your eye, and he finds himself smiling back.
"I am sure I can think of something."
You finish the rest of your dessert quickly, and the two of you continue to talk as the night draws on. You tell him about Naboo and its many charms, the foods and people and sights. He tells you about the many other planets he has been to before you joined the squad, the differences and similarities. The conversation flows easily between you, and before he knows it, hours have passed, and the bakery is closing.
As you leave the bakery, you slip your hand back into his, and he marvels at the simple joy of the action.
The streets have cleared somewhat, and you're able to walk at a leisurely pace to your apartment. Tech insisted he escort you home, as the streets are not the safest place to be even for a trained mercenary. You had tried to convince him you would be fine, but when you saw the look in his eye, you agreed without further argument.
When you reach the entrance, he expects you to release his hand and step inside, but you pause.
"I had a great time tonight, Tech. Thank you."
"It was my pleasure." He pauses. "Perhaps we could do this again sometime."
You smile. "I'd like that."
"As would I."
There’s a moment of quiet between you before Tech looks around awkwardly and takes a step back, dropping your hand. “…Well, goodbye.”
He turns to leave, but your hand on his arm stops him. "Tech.”
When he turns back, you're closer, looking up at him with a soft smile. Your fingers trail down his arm until they meet his. You squeeze gently before letting go, and his breath catches.
“Yes?"
“Generally, at the end of a date, it’s customary to kiss the other person goodnight."
Tech feels his face flush. He swallows hard, his voice slightly strained as he replies. "Is that so?"
"Mhmm," you hum. Your gaze falls to his lips, and he finds himself unconsciously doing the same to yours.
"I did not wish to presume—"
Your hands cup his cheeks, and then your lips are on his, soft and warm. The kiss is sweet, short and over far too soon, and when you pull away, his eyes flutter open, his breath leaving him in a rush.
"You weren't," you whisper. He watches your lips move, unable to tear his eyes away.
"Good. That is…good." He leans in to kiss you again, his hands coming up to grip your waist and pull you close. Your lips are soft and yielding beneath his, and when your tongue flicks against his lower lip, he gasps.
His mind is hazy, a pleasant fog clouding his thoughts. All he can think about is the way you feel in his arms, the taste of your lips, the warmth of your body. You kiss him with a passion he has never felt before, and he tries his best to match your fervor.
When you finally break apart, both of you are breathing heavily, your foreheads pressed together. Your cheeks are flushed, and you look as dazed as he feels.
“You’re…you’re pretty good at that,” you say between breaths, chest heaving.
“Your positive feedback is noted,” he replies, just as winded, before adding, “and reciprocated. I’m pleased to know my research has paid off.”
You grin, a blush rising to your cheeks. "Research, huh?”
“Yes. Once I better understood my interest in you, I took it upon myself to learn more about the nature of romantic relationships and affection.” Tech adjusts his goggles. “It is a surprisingly fascinating subject with no shortage of material on the HoloNet.”
You tilt your head as your fingers trail along the back of his neck. The light scrape of your nails sends a shiver down his spine.
“What else have you learned?” you ask, voice soft.
“Many things I am eager to share with you,” he confesses, leaning closer and tightening his grip on your waist. You mirror his movements, your lips parting slightly.
“Did you know it is customary for alpha-bull Crolutes to have a harem of concubines in a breeding colony? They must constantly battle other Crolutes to maintain their status. It is fascinating they are able to sustain such a base culture given their female species’ proclivity for space travel.”
The words fall out of his mouth, and the sudden shift in mood has you snorting, your shoulders shaking with laughter.
He's confused, but he doesn't let it stop him from pressing on. "There was an entire subsection dedicated to the topic. I can send you the link if you'd like to read more about it."
You smile up at him, a look of fondness on your face, and shake your head. “Tech.”
You kiss him again, slower this time, and he can feel his heart skip a beat. You pull away after a moment, your lips ghosting over his.
“As interesting as that is, I was hoping for something a little more…tactile.”
He blinks, struggling to understand your meaning beneath the pleasant haze creeping over him. A litany of possible anecdotes crosses his mind before his train of thought is forcibly interrupted by the feeling of your fingers tapping against his chest plate. They drag downward, following the contours of his cuirass, and suddenly it clicks.
Just as you move to pull away, Tech follows, tightening his grip on your hips. He crowds you against the door, careful not to push too hard as his chest touches yours. With your hand trapped between you, his own travels upward to grasp your chin between his thumb and index finger.
“I apologize for the misunderstanding,” he murmurs. “I am more than happy to provide a physical demonstration.”
When your lips meet again, Tech feels as though a switch has been flipped, his desire for you flaring bright and hot.
His kisses are no longer gentle and tentative but passionate and demanding. He wants to know what you taste like, how you will react if he sucks your bottom lip into his mouth. You gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue between your parted lips. You moan, a low and needy sound that makes him ache.
Tech can feel his body responding to the physical stimulus, his cock already hard and straining against his pants. He groans into your mouth, grinding his hips against yours.
Your fingers clutch at his chest plate, pulling him closer as he explores your mouth with his tongue. He can feel you trembling beneath him, your breath coming in shallow gasps. He releases your chin to slide his hand up to cradle the back of your neck, angling your head so he can deepen the kiss.
Your leg lifts to wrap around his waist, and he eagerly grabs for it, fingers digging into the plush of your thigh. He uses his grip to hoist you further up, and you quickly get the hint, wrapping both legs around him until he fully supports your weight with his arm tucked underneath you.
The new position has your core flush against his, the heat of you obvious through your clothes. Your arms wrap around his neck as you continue exploring each other's mouths. Tech can feel you grinding against him, and he moans, hips bucking instinctively.
His withdraws his hand from your face to reach for the door panel, deftly deactivating the lock, and it slides open with an abrupt hiss. Gasping at the sudden loss of the barrier behind you, your body tenses against him. Tech quickly maneuvers his hand back underneath you to prevent you from falling backward through the threshold, and you let out a relieved laugh into his mouth that turns into a moan as he shifts you to grab two generous handfuls of your ass.
He carries you inside, and you fumble blindly with the control panel, struggling to close the door with his mouth attached to yours. When you’re finally successful, the door sliding shut behind him, he breaks from the kiss momentarily to look around the dimly lit room. “Where is—“
“Door on the left,” you say immediately between open-mouthed kisses on his neck. He nods, making his way to your bedroom as best as he can in the dark.
Just as he’s about to reach the door, teeth sink into his earlobe and tug. He lets out a gasp and stumbles, pressing you back up against the wall near the door as he involuntarily ruts into the juncture between your thighs. You let out a little laugh before he descends on your lips again, forcing them apart with his tongue.
The kisses become increasingly frantic and messy, and Tech finds it difficult to think. All he can focus on is the taste of you, the warmth of your skin, the way your legs tighten around his hips. His cock aches, desperate for relief, and his hips begin rocking steadily into your core.
He can feel you panting against his mouth, the heat of your breath driving him wild. His grip on your ass tightens, fingers digging into your soft flesh, and he groans, rutting against you harder.
You’re moaning now, fingers scrabbling for purchase on his armor. The sound makes his cock throb, and he grinds his hips against yours, chasing the sensation.
Tech wants to see you, needs to see you, but he can't bring himself to pull away from the kiss. Your lips are so soft, so warm, and the way you whimper and cling to him sends shivers down his spine.
You suddenly wiggle out of his hold with a nip to his lower lip, and his hands fall to his sides. He can't help the noise of protest that escapes him as you back away into the dark bedroom, but before he can do anything else, your fingers dig into the lip of his cuirass and tug him after you. He follows your lead, hands roaming over your waist and hips as he backs you toward the bed.
Your hands drift toward the fastenings of his chest plate, and his heart rate accelerates, pulse thudding loudly in his ears.
“Can I take this off?” you ask with a tilt of your head.
He nods.
You make quick work of the clasps, removing his cuirass and tossing it aside. Together, you remove his armor piece by piece until he’s standing in just his blacks and jeans.
When his holster is removed, you drop to your knees before him, fingers moving to the clasp of his pants, and he nearly chokes as he’s reminded of the fantasy he’s been tormented by for weeks.
"Oh, Force.”
The button pops, and the zipper is tugged down agonizingly slowly. You lean forward and mouth his length through the material of his briefs, and his knees go weak. You look up at him, pupils blown wide with desire.
Tech can’t tear his gaze away.
With trembling fingers, he pushes his pants and briefs down, allowing his cock to spring free. He has to resist the urge to touch himself, to fist his aching length and seek relief. Your breath hitches at the sight, your eyes raking over his body.
"Stars, Tech, you're big."
His cheeks burn, and his heart is pounding in his ears. You run your hands up his thighs, and his cock twitches, straining toward your touch.
Tech has never been particularly interested in his size, but the way you said it makes him feel like the most desirable man in the galaxy. Your words and the expression on your face has his ego skyrocketing, his chest puffing out with pride before he sucks in a sudden sharp breath.
Your breath is hot against his tip, your lips so close he can feel them brush against the sensitive skin. He’s aching, the urge to thrust his hips and bury himself in your throat almost overwhelming. But then, your mouth is on him, and his mind goes blank.
The wet heat of your mouth is incredible, your tongue tracing the veins on the underside of his cock and flicking across the slit. Your hands come up to rest on his hips, fingers digging into his skin, and you take him deeper, swallowing around him until he feels the back of your throat.
Tech moans, his eyes squeezing shut as his head falls back. His hips rock forward instinctively, and you make a noise in the back of your throat, one of your hands coming up to rest on his stomach.
He looks down at you, his hand cupping your jaw and thumb caressing your cheek. Your eyes are closed, tears leaking from the corners, and your lips stretch around his girth. He’s mesmerized, his fingers brushing over your features.
You open your eyes and look up at him, and the sight of you is nearly enough to undo him. He bites back a groan, his grip on your tightening.
Tech has never seen anything so beautiful.
"You are so lovely." He brushes a lock of hair behind your ear, and you hum around his cock, sending vibrations through his body. "I have dreamt of this moment, of having your perfect mouth wrapped around me. The reality is even better than I could have imagined."
You swallow around him again, and he shudders, his hips rocking involuntarily.
"You look exquisite on your knees, taking my cock. So perfect. So eager."
A whimper escapes you, and he moans, his hips snapping forward. He’s careful not to go too deep, but the sensation of your throat constricting around him is divine.
Your pace quickens, and you bob your head, taking him deeper each time. He’s so close, his cock pulsing and throbbing.
"That's it. Take it. Take it all."
Your lips stretch obscenely around him, and he can feel the tip hitting the back of your throat. He’s lost, consumed by the pleasure, his words pouring out of him. "You look so beautiful like this. Taking my cock, letting me fuck your mouth. Such a good girl."
You whimper, your hands sliding from his hips to cup his balls, rolling them gently between your fingers. His orgasm is building, a tingling sensation at the base of his spine, and his hips begin to stutter.
With one last thrust, his vision whites out, and he’s cumming, cock pulsing relentlessly as he empties himself into your mouth. You swallow every drop, licking him clean as he comes down from his high.
When he finally pulls out, you gasp for breath, cheeks flushed. Tech is breathing heavily, his legs shaking, and he collapses onto the bed next to you, his head spinning.
"Force, that was…" He trails off, unable to find the right words. You grin, a sly look in your eye, and he knows that you know exactly what you've done to him.
Tech can still feel the buzz of his orgasm lingering, the tingle in his limbs making his toes curl. His eyes are half-closed, and he can’t seem to stop smiling.
"Do you have any idea how badly I've wanted to do that?" you ask, crawling up the bed and draping yourself over his side.
He blinks, surprised by the admission. "No. But I must say, I am extremely pleased you did."
You giggle, and his arm wraps around you. He pulls you close, relishing the feel of your body against his.
"That was…incredible."
"Mmm, I'm glad you liked it." You press a soft kiss to his cheek.
He sighs happily. "More than liked. It was a singular experience. One that I would be interested in repeating." He sits up, leaning over you. “But first, I wish to return the favor."
He kisses you, slow and deep. His hand slides up your body, caressing your curves. Your breasts are soft under his palms, and he feels you arch into his touch. Tech teases your nipple through your shirt, his tongue exploring your mouth. You pant into the kiss, your hands roaming over his bare chest.
Tech wants you naked, your skin against his.
He breaks the kiss, sitting up. "May I undress you?"
You nod, and he lifts the hem of your shirt, exposing your bare torso. His eyes travel over your body, drinking in every detail.
"Beautiful." He murmurs, fingers tracing the swell of your breast. You shiver at the touch, and he leans down, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. He drags his lips down your chest, peppering your skin with soft kisses. Your breasts are heavy in his hands, and he can feel your heartbeat racing under his tongue before his head dips lower.
His teeth tug at your nipple, and you gasp, your fingers tangling in his hair.
"Please."
Tech sucks hard, and you moan, your legs spreading beneath him. He continues his exploration, moving to the valley between your breasts. He trails his tongue down your stomach, his hands tugging at the waistband of your pants.
"Take these off."
He hooks his fingers into the fabric and pulls them down. You lift your hips, helping him remove the garment, leaving you bare save for your underwear.
Your skin is smooth and warm beneath his touch. Tech can feel your thighs trembling, your body arching toward him. He traces your hip bones, dipping his tongue into your navel, and you gasp.
"Tech…"
"Patience, cyar'ika. I promise, you will not regret the wait."
He drags his tongue over the apex of your thigh, teasing you with the barest of touches. You whimper, and he feels your legs spread even wider. He moves lower, tracing the seam of your pussy with his finger.
You're soaked, your arousal seeping through the fabric of your panties, and the sight of it makes his mouth water.
“Tech, wait—“ He pauses immediately, though his fingers don’t leave you.
“Yes?”
“Have you…done this before?”
He tilts his head. “Intercourse?”
You sigh. “Yes, Tech.”
His brow furrows. He had not. Was that a problem?
“I am admittedly inexperienced in this area,” he says, eyes flicking downward toward the dampened crotch of your underwear and back up. He can feel saliva pooling in his mouth, and he swallows against it. “But I assure you I am a quick study.”
You reach out and run your fingers through his hair, pushing the unruly locks back off his forehead. He leans into your touch, his eyes closing.
"That's not what I meant. I just don't want you to feel obligated. If you aren't ready, we can stop."
“Understood,” he nods, pausing pensively to thank you before his thumbs smooth over your stomach. “Though I doubt I will wish to stop until I have had my fill of you. Lift your hips, mesh’la.”
After a second’s hesitation, you comply with his request, and he drags your underwear down your legs before tossing it aside. His hand is on you in an instant, middle finger gently exploring your slick folds before he dips it inside. He’s pleased to note that your anatomy doesn’t differ much from his research as he gathers the slick weeping from your entrance and swipes upward to catch the bundle of nerves above it.
You let out a soft cry and arch against him, your legs trembling. Tech grins, a thrill shooting through him.
"Is that good?"
"Yes, oh stars, yes." You pant, your hips rocking against his hand.
He continues to move his fingers, exploring your body, watching your reactions. You're so wet, your juices dripping down his hand. His thumb replaces his finger on your clit, rubbing gentle circles while he drags his finger down to your entrance.
He breaches you slowly, searching for the spot he had read about on your upper wall. When he feels a texture different from the softness surrounding it, he presses upward, and he’s rewarded with a loud whimper.
Chasing your noises, he begins to create a rhythm, drawing in and out and focusing on your core with rapt attention. He marvels at the way wetness seeps from your slit, dampening your thighs and his hand, at the sounds you make, at the way you arch into his touch.
He moves his free hand to press down on your lower stomach just as he adds a second finger, earning him a loud moan. Your hips begin to writhe with the motion of his thrusting fingers, wetness squelching lewdly.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” you gasp out between panted breaths, your eyes locked on where his fingers are disappearing inside you.
“I have not,” he says. “But I admit I have thought about you in this position many times.”
You wail as he increases his pace, lowering himself onto his stomach so he can watch your impending orgasm up close. “That’s it, mesh’la. Cum on my fingers."
You shudder, your hands fisting in the sheets, and Tech can feel your walls clenching around his digits. His own arousal is steadily increasing, his cock filling out against the bed as he imagines how it would feel to fuck you.
Your climax hits you hard, your hips lifting off the bed and thighs pressing tightly around his hand. You let out a wordless scream, your body writhing in ecstasy.
Tech watches with wonder, his cock throbbing as a flood of release escapes you, soaking his fingers and the inside of your thighs. He doesn’t let up in his thrusting, eager to see how much he can wring from you.
“Tech—“
He groans at the breathless way you say his name, pressing harder onto your stomach as his thumb nudges underneath the hood of your clit. A choked sob leaves you under the squelching of his fingers deep in your cunt.
Suddenly, you arch and shake with a scream, and a flood of liquid squirts from you, splashing onto his goggles and dripping onto his nose and mouth. He blinks, stunned. It takes everything he has in him to not cum the instant you soak his face.
"Fuck! Oh stars, Tech, I'm sorry."
You sit up, a mortified expression on your face. Tech licks his lips, the taste of you flooding his mouth. He can't hold back the moan that escapes him, his cock aching to bury itself inside of you.
"You have nothing to apologize for. That was...extremely arousing," he says, pulling his fingers from you, though not without marveling at the way the inside of your walls grips him as he pulls out completely, as if they wanted him to stay.
"Are you sure?"
"Positive," he replies before wiping the lower half of his face. He lifts his goggles onto his head, unable to stop the smug smile from forming as he watches your heaving chest.
“I’ve never done that before,” you say, blushing furiously. Your hand comes up to cover your eyes as he licks his fingers clean, sucking them into his mouth to collect the remains of your release.
“I am honored to have been present for such a spectacle. You are quite extraordinary, you know."
You peek through your fingers, and Tech can see the smile curling your lips. "Flatterer."
“I wonder if you could do that again. Would you like to try?" he asks. Your hand drops from your eyes as you stare at him in utter disbelief. “That was the most arousing thing I have ever witnessed, and I would very much like to experience it again."
He slides his hand between your thighs, fingers sliding easily along the soaked length of your pussy, and he watches as you visibly shudder, a whimper leaving your throat.
“Maker, Tech, you’re going to ruin me,” you groan, throwing your head back. A distinctly male part of his pride preens, filing your words away for later in the back of his mind to repeat when he was alone. “Maybe some other time.”
His brain stutters, and the hand he’s trailing absently up and down your slit slows to a stop. “You want to do this again?”
“You’re not going to be able to keep me away after this,” you warn, and though he recognizes it's a joke, he can see a hint of something else in your eyes. He pushes himself up to his knees, drawing close until he can anchor himself onto either side of your head with his hands.
“That will not be a problem,” he says, pressing his mouth against yours.
You respond immediately, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer. The movement forces his cock, still hard and aching, to press against you, and he gasps as he feels the precum beading at his tip smear across your skin.
As if reading his mind, you move a hand between you to take him between your fingers. Using your thumb to spread the leaking fluid down his length, you wrap your fingers around and squeeze. He’s still sensitive from earlier, and he can’t help but move his hips to fuck your fist.
“I—kriff,” he swears as he leans his forehead against yours. His eyelids flutter closed. Your thumb presses against the vein underneath his head, and the sentence forming in his mind disappears in time with the needy whine that falls from his lips.
“I want you inside me, Tech,” you whisper, meeting his gaze when his eyes blink wide. He scrambles back to position himself at your entrance, and he’s surprised again when you shakily move as well.
Your hand presses gently on his chest, and he follows the motion to take your place, his head nestled in your pillows. You move to straddle him with your thighs on either side of his waist, and he feels faint with the amount of blood rushing down to his cock.
He can hardly believe what he’s seeing, though he wishes he could see you more clearly. With the lights still off and his goggles resting on his forehead, he can barely make out your silhouette above him.
Your hand goes back between you to guide his cock to your entrance when he stops you.
“Wait!” He calls out, just as you are beginning to lower yourself onto his lap.
You freeze, and he quickly grabs onto his goggles, tugging them off his head. He nearly drops them in his haste to wipe them off on the sheets before securing them back over his eyes. They aren’t perfectly clean, far from it, but it’s enough to allow him a clear view of the way your slick folds open around his length.
“You may continue.”
You huff out a quiet laugh before you resume your descent, grabbing his cock to hold it steady. His hands reach out to grab hold of either side of your hips as you lazily move his erection up and down your folds, his tip catching on your soaked entrance before notching your clit.
You let out a small whine before doing it again and again, and Tech feels like he is about to combust.
You repeat the motion two more times, and he feels a desperate noise tear itself from his throat. He isn’t entirely sure how he is still managing to breathe.
“Please, cyar’ika,” he hisses, staring hard at your cunt. Your folds are glistening, and his mouth waters at the sight. His grip on your hips tightens as he tries to hold you still, and you relent, taking a deep breath. Your eyes lock on his, and the intensity of your gaze sends a shiver down his spine.
“Since you asked so nicely.” You smirk before sheathing his cock entirely, punching a deep moan out of his chest.
Tech feels as though he is being swallowed whole. Your heat engulfs him, and he can feel every muscle and ridge along your walls. He gasps, his head thrown back, and his nails dig into your skin.
The feeling of being inside you is indescribable. You're so perfect, and his brain is melting, his vision is whiting out, and his heart is going to burst out of his chest, and he never wants this to end.
It’s a revelation, an epiphany, a truth he could have gone his whole life without knowing, but now that he does, there is no turning back.
You seem to be having an equally hard time with it, your breath escaping you in tiny pants. You slowly shift your hips, grinding against the nearly trimmed hair of his pubic bone with a barely suppressed whine.
After a few more minutes of adjusting to each other, you start to move. You lean forward and brace yourself on his chest as you rock back and forth, and the motion draws another gasp from you, the feeling of your tightening around him nearly making him choke. You are relentless, using him for your pleasure, and he is more than willing to let you.
A litany of curses and praises pour from his lips as you ride him, and you seem to delight in his vocalizations, speeding up the more he says. Your nails dig into his skin, leaving behind crescent-shaped marks, and the pain only heightens his pleasure.
His hands find their way to your breasts, and he plays with your nipples, twisting and pulling on the hardened nubs. You moan, arching into his touch, and Tech can't stop himself from leaning forward and wrapping his lips around one of the buds.
Your pussy clenches around him, and he groans, sucking and biting and teasing until you are squirming on his cock. Your hips are rocking faster, and you’re panting and gasping, and Tech is sure he has never seen anything more beautiful. He can feel his orgasm building, the tingling sensation returning, spurred on by your movements.
“I will not last long,” he warns you. “You feel so good.”
His broad vocabulary is failing him, but he can’t find it in himself to care as you slowly lift yourself, his cock nearly sliding out before slamming back into your body, and his hips thrust upward to meet you.
He feels his tip kiss the mouth of your womb, and his eyes roll back, the feeling nearly sending him over the edge.
You begin a new rhythm, rising and falling onto him, and he matches you thrust for thrust, driving into you with a ferocity that has the bed creaking beneath him. It’s clumsy at first, but the awkward movements give way to something more rhythmic as you figure each other out.
He can see the tension rising in your body, the way your brows knit together, and he wants nothing more than to watch you fall apart. He releases one of your hips to slide a hand between you, his thumb finding your clit.
The effect is instantaneous. You clench around him, the rhythm breaking for a moment as you try to move faster, to find your peak. Tech can feel the coil inside him tightening, and he knows he won't be able to hold on much longer.
"That's it, mesh'la, come for me," he growls.
You let out a keening wail, and your body goes rigid, your back arching. Tech watches in wonder as you throw your head back and scream his name, your pussy clamping down on him. He can feel your release seeping out of you, coating his thighs, and the sound of his name on your lips is enough to send him over the edge.
He can only manage a few more thrusts before his own climax overtakes him, his muscles locking as he comes with a shout. His vision whites out, his mind goes blank as he empties himself inside you. He feels as though his soul has left his body, his entire being centered on the feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock.
It feels like an eternity before he can think straight, and when his senses return to him, you're slumped over him, your face pressed against his shoulder. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you close. He can feel your heartbeat through your skin, and the weight of you is surprisingly comforting.
You stir after a moment, leaning back to look him in the eye.
He raises a hand, cupping your cheek. “Are you alright? Did I hurt you in any way? Do you require anything? I was aware that you would be dehydrated and—”
"I'm fine, Tech." You giggle. "Just a little sore. But, I'm really good."
Tech breathes a sigh of relief, relaxing further into the bed.
"I'm glad," he says, moving his hand down to brush your sweaty hair from your face. “Is this an opportune moment to tell you that I love you?"
You stare at him for a moment, your mouth dropping open.
"What?"
"I love you," he repeats, suddenly feeling apprehensive. Perhaps you don’t feel the same? He thinks back to the moments leading up to your coupling. He’s almost certain he hasn’t imagined you returning his feelings. "Do you not feel the same way?"
"No, I do. I mean, I love you too, Tech," you rush to explain, sitting up.
His softening cock slips from your body, and he’s mesmerized by the way your combined releases trickle from your folds. You lean forward, pressing your lips to his.
It’s a short, sweet kiss, and he can feel his lips pulling up into a smile when you pull away.
"Well, in that case," he begins, "I think it would be appropriate to suggest that we make this a recurring activity."
You laugh, burying your face against his shoulder. "Definitely. We have a lot more of your research to verify."
"Agreed." Tech nods before his brain catches up to his mouth. His ears turn pink as he processes what exactly you're saying. "Oh."
You shift, lifting your head to smirk at him. "I suppose you should get started."
He doesn’t bother with a reply, rolling you over to pin you beneath him.
“I kindly request a Pheromones but with Tech with a mix of predator and prey into this nasty smut. But if you do not want to do this that is fine with me your majesty.”
Finally! Someone's asking me for unhinged Tech Smut 🔥🤩🔥🥵 I feel like I've waited for this one for years 😱
And I had so much trouble writing and editing my draft 😅😭
A lot of hours later: "I'm not happy with what I did here 😓
Warnings: SMUT/Sex Pollen Trope/Unhinged Tech/ Shy Tech Turning Feral/Dubious Consent(!11!1!!)/PiV/Oral/Groping/Biting/Pining/Pinning Down/Restraining/Plus Short Dirty Dream Sequence/Angsty/Creampie/Messy/Fluff (Believe it or not)18+
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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)
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AC: This is very feral Tech, Reader is definitely having fun, but there are possible triggers, so mind the warnings!!! This one is dancing heavily on some very thin lines concerning consent and pleasure/pain. I wasn't even sure if I should post this. Guess there was a lot of pent-up smutty stuff left in my mind about this guy. Okay I tamed the original version down, a good bit, I think it was a tiny bit too much. But still, this is pretty messy.
Update: damn it, I changed this draft so often now, I don't know if it's still readable...
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Wrecker, who playfully bumps into his helmet, nearly knocks Tech off balance. Tech glares angrily at his brother through the lenses of his goggles, but finally sighs and turns back to his holopad.
Again and again, his gaze sneaks from his holopad to you, watching Hunter talk to you. Today, you and Tech are to complete a mission, just the two of you. A more or less simple exploration tour. His heart beats faster just thinking about it.
You've been traveling with CF99 for a while now, and Tech has had a crush on you practically since day one. You smell good, you're pretty, you're curious, and you always listen to him so intently. He's been blown away from the beginning by your little laugh, the smile, the way you talk, how your fingers move when you're lost in your thoughts.
Tech takes in so many little things, by now he knows so much about you, so many wonderful little things that he admires, almost idolizes. But as straightforward and logical as Tech actually is, he can be just as shy.
He hardly dares to exchange a word with you that has nothing to do with work, he hardly dares to look you in the face. So often he has dreamed of you, of touching, kissing and even more, things that have done wild things to his mind and hormones. But he can't bring himself to do it, just doesn't dare touch you. So many times he had been close to just gently touching your hand, or sliding a little closer when you were sitting next to each other, but each time he has backed down.
Tech wouldn't know how to deal with you, in theory he's already read everything there is to know about intimacy, romance and the like, but the practice is somehow so damn seductive but also so incredibly scary for him.
What if you reject him? What if he kisses you, and it's bad? What if you feel nothing when he kisses you? What if his touches leave you cold? What if he does something wrong, scares you away, or leaves you unsatisfied?
With all these questions, his guts tighten, and a heavy pressure builds on his chest. This is a challenge that can't necessarily be tackled with logic. Love doesn't really feel logical, but it feels intense, Tech thinks silently.
Another light bump against Tech's helmet snaps him out of his thoughts.
"Cut it out, Wrecker!"
"Come on, you two finally alone again? This time you have some guts!" the giant rumbles.
Tech hastily glances over at you, but you're still engaged in conversation with Hunter, then he looks at Wrecker and nervously waves his holopad around.
"Keep it down, Wrecker, she can't hear this!" he whispers energetically.
Wrecker rolls his eyes and laughs softly, "You're way too nervous, I think she likes you a lot too"
Tech pauses in his tense movement and asks, "Oh yeah, did she say anything?"
"No, but that one particular smile, she only smiles at you like that".
Tech's gaze darts back in your direction and that's when he sees it, that smile, his face gets all hot, and he hastily turns back to the holopad in his hands.
"You're such an idiot," Wrecker grumbles, "She's smiling heavenly at you, and you're staring at your holopad"
"Shut up, please, Wrecker," Tech says tensely.
The others are on their way, doing their jobs. Tech is finally alone with you. His knees are soft, he feels slightly shaky, and his pulse is permanently slightly elevated, but he's more in control than he suspected.
Tech puts on the helmet he customized for you and says, "This helmet has an air filter, just like mine. We don't know what to expect yet, so we'll play it safe."
He explains as you look at him questioningly through the visor. He can't really see your face, but he always senses when you look at him. Actually he is annoyed about the helmet, just because he can't see your beautiful face, but Tech also wants to protect you and when you are moving among unknown flora and fauna, this helmet is actually indispensable.
"Okay," you say, groping for the helmet with both hands, an unfamiliar feeling.
"Don't take the helmet off outside, please," Tech says gently but firmly, "We don't know much about the plants and animals in the area yet"
You give him a thumbs up and say, "Okay, got it. We're good to go as far as I'm concerned"
Along the way, you carefully take some samples of various plants, take holo-images of the environment, and look at various species of animals from a safe distance. You listen with fascination as Tech comments on some of your observations. It's so nice to spend time alone with him, you like the way he looks out for you.
You discover a cave that is riddled with glowing crystals and mushrooms. You put on your gloves because Tech told you to.
"We'd better not touch anything with our bare hands for now," he notes.
You nod and reply, "Sounds reasonable."
With a gloved finger, you poke a neon-red glowing, thick mushroom, which then begins to blink and emit a thin cloud of spores.
Tech leans over and says, "See, this is why we have the helmets, we don't know what these spores might do, hallucinations, fevers, toxic reactions..."
You nod and say still intrigued, "It's blinking, like an alarm light"
"Indeed"
Tech looks at his watch and says, "We've been walking for a few hours, maybe we should head back"
With a nod, you agree and follow him out of the cave.
Something is wrong, he is way too warm, the outside temperatures are not that high, but his body temperature seems to keep rising. He feels strange, maybe Wrecker knocked his helmet a few too many times, maybe his filter wasn't working properly.
Tech quickened his steps, and you tried to keep up with him in surprise.
Arriving at the Marauder, Tech takes off his helmet, and you can tell something is wrong, the expression on his face, that slightly glazed look.
"Are you okay?"
"I don't know," Tech admits, "I'm very warm, and I have a headache."
He blinks in surprise as you start to help him take off his gear, but he allows it to happen, he also lets you push him into his bunk and tuck him in.
"You must be overworked," you say gently, "You're always working, around the clock. At some point, your body just can't keep up with your mind, Tech."
He blinks, accepts the water you brought him, and says, "Maybe you're right."
He likes the way you take care of him, fluffing his pillow, covering him up, bringing him water and putting a cool, damp cloth on his forehead. He feels miserable right now, but he literally melts at every little thing you do for him.
"I'm sure a few hours of sleep will do you good," you say with conviction and a soft smile.
Tech looks at you from wide, glassy eyes, he gets lost in that smile of yours, and before he can pull himself together he says, "Can you stay here, with me?"
"Oh," you say in surprise, "Sure."
You lie down in the bunk across from his, barely two steps away from him. Tech turns to the side, so he can look at you.
You say with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll take care of you".
Tech's ears turn red as he smiles back.
At a certain point, you both fall asleep.
His dreams are wild, very wild, much wilder than usual.
Intimate dreams are not unknown to him, but this one is very intense. He watches you suck him while his hands on the back of your head give you a wild pace, shortly after he pins you to the floor and plows his hard cock through your pussy while you gasp, sigh, moan and whimper under him. Then he spins you around and shoves his length into the tight little hole between your buns, taking you so fast and hard that the clash of bare skin, echoes loudly off the walls. His hand is in your hair, pulling at it as he thrusts ever more savagely into the tightness of your butt.
Tech tears open his eyes, feeling even hotter than before, his thoughts a wild jumble of sexual acts. His cock pulses hard under his blacks, almost painfully. Everything inside him burns and screams to grab you, to take you, to taste you, to fuck you.
He moans softly and wipes his forehead, a very small part of him knowing that he's thinking and intending very naughty things right now, that he actually needs to pull himself together. But this small part is lost in the wild, feverish racket of his suddenly felt hundredfold intensified sexual desires.
He is so tense with horniness that a slight tremor goes through his body. He looks over at you, you are still asleep, you are still alone and will probably be for a while. Automatically, almost of his own accord, he takes off his blacks. He looks down at himself, he doesn't see much, it's still dark, but his cock is clearly standing at full size.
Against all reason that tries to survive somewhere under the wild chaos of sex thoughts, he walks over to the bunk you are lying in. In between he hesitates, this little part of him is only small, but stubborn.
"You can't do that, it's indecent, you'll scare her... it's wrong..." he whispers to himself, and yet he keeps coming closer to you.
You feel someone climb into your bunk or sit on the edge and slowly awaken from your slumber. Your eyes do not immediately adjust to the darkness. You blink, there is someone, in your bunk, you are uncovered and that someone is bent over you.
"Tech? Is that you?" you ask, confused and not yet in your right mind.
Your fingers grope for the nightlight and turn it on. It's not particularly bright, but enough to clearly see the naked Tech kneeling above you on your bunk. Your gaze lingers briefly on his hard length, thick, long, gently curved, the tip slightly red and swollen, a trickle of precum on the small slit.
You look up at him, startled.
"What's going on here?" you ask, perplexed, completely bewildered by the unexpected situation.
He's not touching you yet, but you can still feel his body heat already.
"Tech, you must have a fever- wait what are you doing!"
Ignoring your words, Tech reaches under your sleep shirt for the waistband of your panties and sets about pulling them down.
"Need you, need to smell you, taste you, feel you," he stammers as if delirious with fever.
When you automatically grab his hands in surprise to stop him, he fends you off and tugs impatiently at the fabric until it tears.
You let out a startled little scream as he rips the fabric from your body, and right after that, impatiently, your sleep shirt.
His eyes get even bigger behind the lenses as he sees you naked in front of him.
"Tech, what are you doing....?" you ask quietly.
He grabs your wrists, rips a strip off the sheet and goes to tie your hands together, but you fidget and stubbornly resist. He grabs your hands and pins them down, glaring at you impatiently.
"Tech, what the fuck!"
"Need you, need you to comply," he says hoarsely.
"I don't understand," you say quietly.
He looks at you, feverish, almost desperate, "I need to taste you and smell you and feel you, I need to have you!"
His words make you nervous, it doesn't sound like him at all, neither the pitch nor the way he said them.
Tech smells your hair and shivers, as do you. You feel his legs pushing your thighs apart, his pelvis thrusting between them and his cock pressing down on your pubic, rubbing against it. You let out a small surprised moan as the friction drives heat and wetness into your pussy.
He moans softly and repeats, "I need you."
You've been into Tech for a while, but this wasn't really Tech, was it?
Again he tries to bind your wrists, this time he's faster, and a little rougher, overpowering your flagging resistance and finally tying them to the headboard of the bunk.
Your pulse races, your heart hammers in your chest. A startled, surprised squeak comes from your lips as he presses up against you, and dig his teeth into your shoulder, not hard enough to really hurt you, but hard enough to leave pressure marks. He licks over the spot, kissing it as his hands travel down your body.
You're hot and cold, thoroughly aroused, but this seems so foreign. His body is burning hot, you are sure he has a fever. You want to tell him that he needs a doctor, but at the same moment his mouth moves to your breasts, and he begins to lick and suck your nipples, his long fingers greedily embracing the soft flesh.
Your head is swept clean. You loll under him, sighing softly, he presses his lap into the mattress as he moves down your body, a low rumble coming from his chest as he sucks your nipples and rubs against your body.
Suddenly he rises, kneeling higher over you, his hard cock hovering just in front of your mouth. You blink and look past his hard length up into his face. His hand roughly grips your chin, pushing it higher, then he demands, "Open."
Nervously, you open your lips as he finally presses his tip against them, letting him in. Your tongue automatically presses against the underside. You see him shiver, and hear him moan. Admittedly a nice feeling and a delightful sight.
But Tech is under pressure, under fire. He grips your head and pushes further until you gag and your eyes tear as he fucks your mouth. His whole body trembles with tension.
You stare up at him, having no idea how long you can keep this up or what to do when you can't anymore. But it doesn't take long, you feel him throbbing in your mouth, Tech moans out, then his semen shoots down your throat and mouth. You swallow in surprise as best you can. There's quite a bit.
He pulls his cock out of your mouth again. Some of his semen trickles down your chin, but you can't wipe it away because of your bound hands.
He keeps moving, his lips and tongue roaming from your breasts down, over your belly, faster and faster, as if they're impatient.
You start breathing faster the closer he gets to the heated triangle between your thighs.
There is something tugging at you, a craving, a want, something you didn't know before you had. It's weird, all of this, yet you feel you want this, you want him.
Then he's finally there, you hear him take a deep breath, feel him shakily expel the air on your wet folds. While you're still shuddering from the soft draft, his mouth is suddenly on your pussy, his tongue heatedly exploring your folds. A surprised squeak escapes you, followed by a gasp as his tongue glides over your pearl, repeating the motion several times in quicker succession.
You have no idea how he does it, but his tongue is so nimble and strong, getting wilder and wilder. Your thighs tremble around his head, the gasps from your throat become faster and faster, mixing with hoarse moans. Tirelessly, his tongue flicks over your swollen, pulsating clit, again and again and again. You mewl in arousal, stir in your bonds. The feeling of his soft, wet tongue dancing on your sweet spot, that bundle of nerves is delicious.
He's rutting his cock into the mattress while he licks and sucks your clit, moaning as he does so, humming, muffled by your pussy where you very clearly feel the vibration, an added stimulus.
You don't know what's gotten into him, at the moment you can't get a clear thought either. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you think back to the red glowing mushroom in the cave.
No matter how surprised and overwhelmed you are right now, you are also incredibly horny. Your abdomen trembles, your thighs quiver, the tension, the tingling and pulsating is heading towards a climax.
Tech's tongue gets faster, flicks your little clit in rapid fashion. Your abdomen tenses, your walls clench around nothing.
You almost cry out as you tip over the edge into your climax. Tech continues to lick your clit, a little too long, you become hypersensitive, and you jerk under his touch, but his hands grab your hips hard and hold you in place, pushing you into the sheets. He's still rutting his cock into the pad of the bunk, and his tongue finds your dripping opening.
A little cry comes over your lips as Tech slips his tongue between your slick walls and wiggles around inside, starting to lick you out like you're candy. He's greedy, and intense and he's making a mess.
"TECH!"
He growls, not a word, not really a response, just a growl. His nose keeps pressing against your hypersensitive pearl, but every twitch of yours is held in check by his hard grip.
"This is too much, Tech, too much!"
You see him twitch, another growl, he rolls his glassy, reddened eyes back for a moment. You realize he's cumming in the sheets.
He finally lets go of you for a moment, sits up, somewhat breathlessly wipes his mouth and chin with the back of his hand and forearm, wipes away your juices and his saliva. His sweaty chest rises and falls heavyly.
Tech still looks feverish, his eyes still wild and without focus.
"Not enough," he says, slightly hoarse, smoky, "More!"
You see that his length is still hard and erect. Then you see his gaze fall between your legs, you automatically want to close your thighs, you don't really want any more over-stimulation, but he pushes himself in between. Automatically, you want to use your hands, but they are still tied to the head of the bunk.
Tech lies above you, pressed against you, his body still glowing hot. He seems to be wrestling with himself, hesitating, but only briefly. In the next moment, he has brought his tip to your hole and is penetrating you, parting your moist folds and plunging deep inside you.
He's quite long and thick, you feel him stretching and filling you.
"Fuck," you curse softly.
It hurts a little, but somehow it also feels so damn good. He's leaning on his hands, hovering half above you, his cock deep inside you. Sweat is on his forehead, his muscles are shaking, his reddened eyes keep blinking. He looks strained. You realize he's trying to hold back right now, but barely managing it.
This is not your sweet and shy Tech.
He starts to move, dragging his cock a bit out of your sensitive entrance, and right after that he pushes forward into you again. Slowly at first, but he gets faster and faster. He half sits up, pulling you to a different angle as he does so he can push deeper inside you.
Tech moans, gasps, makes little sounds you've never heard before, every now, and then he stammers words you don't understand. His hips move faster and faster, the sound of naked skin meeting naked skin fills the room.
You didn't expect it, but your arousal picks up again and as if Tech sensed it, a hand moves between you and his fingertips, deftly find your pearl.
A hoarse sound passes your lips as his cock inside you, as well as his fingers on your clit, speeds up. As if of their own accord, your legs close around his hips as your thighs begin to tremble.
His name comes moaning over your lips, again and again. He stares at you, but his eyes are still so glazed and wild that you don't know if he's really looking at you.
A shudder goes through his body, a twitch, then he growls softly, you feel his cock twitch and pulse in your cleft, his warm seed filling your pussy. Every other thrust, accompanied by a squelching sound. Shortly after, the knot in your abdomen loosens, tingling all the way to the tips of your toes.
But Tech doesn't stop, he's still hard, thrusting into your pussy filled with his seed.
"More," you hear him say in a shaky voice.
You moan, "Tech, I can't take anymore."
You don't know if he really understood you, perceived the words, but he pulls his cock out of your pussy with a wet smacking sound, grabs your hips and turns you onto your stomach.
Your heart races, you're not sure what he's up to. His length is still full of his juices and yours as he pushes it lengthwise between your buns. His hands grip your buns pretty hard and squeeze them together as he begins to rub his cock in the crease between them.
He moans, gasps and trembles. You are glad that he has refrained from sticking it in your ass. Without preparation, that would have been very unpleasant. Tech rubs himself against your buns, panting, trembling.
He suddenly slows down, then you feel his warm load splashing on your buns and your back. By now you are full of his cum, in and on you, even the bunk is full of it, everything is sticky. Tech, of all people, who is very conscious of his hygiene, has made this mess.
His breath is getting shaky, you hear it, feel his cock finally softening on your buns.
"Oh maker... oh no... oh hells no...", you hear him whisper, in his tone a desperation that is hard to overhear.
You pull at your bonds and say as calmly as you can, "Please, Tech, untie me."
"Oh my goodness, of course, right now.... I'm so sorry... really so sorry..." he continues to stammer and with trembling hands he loosens your bonds.
Finally, you can sit up, turn around and look at him.
His eyes are back to normal, no longer glassy, nor reddened, but his cheeks and ears are red, and the expression on his face completely desperate and ashamed. He hastily grabs a pillow to cover his crotch as you look at him.
"I'm so sorry," he says softly, almost whispering, barely managing to look at you, his gaze jerking away again and again, "I felt everything, perceived everything, but it was like my body was just a doll, controlled by overwhelming sexual desire...my mind had no control."
"I figured something wasn't normal," you say dryly, looking down at yourself, "I'm all sticky," you grumble softly.
"Oh maker, please don't hate me now, I couldn't stand that" he says, ducking his head.
You laugh softly and say, "I'm never touching any mushrooms near you again".
He doesn't feel like laughing, and your attempt to loosen him up unfortunately fails.
You say softly, "Tech, well, before all this happened, you and I really liked each other, didn't we? I mean, we were just a little too shy to interact more."
Tech blinks and lifts his eyes after all.
His cheeks are flushed as he clears his throat and says meekly, "I've been in love with you for a long time, if that's what you mean."
You feel heat rising in your cheeks and your heart beating faster.
"Yeah, that's what I meant" you say nodding "The feeling was mutual by the way".
Tech's eyes grow wide behind his goggles, but then he lowers his gaze again.
"I guess I ruined that now".
"No," you contradict him, "you didn't. The fungus has twisted your senses, or whatever you want to call it. Nothing is broken because of it yet."
Cautiously, Tech raises his eyes again.
"I'd like to make you a proposition," you say softly as he looks at you.
Tech nods and says, "I'm all ears."
"You and I are going to take a shower together, nice and relaxed. We'll wash, maybe each other, some tender touches, no pressure, no expectation, just enjoy each other's closeness. Some tenderness after this, little disaster?"
Tech blinks several times and asks, "You would still let me touch you?"
You nod and admit, "It's not like I wasn't having fun at all. Besides, that wasn't really you, but I'd still like to get to know the real Tech better."
Tech smiles, stands up and after a moment's hesitation, puts away the pillow he was covering his crotch with. He takes your hand and helps you out of the sticky bunk.
Under the warm stream of water of the shower, you both slowly relax, Tech letting his tension escape with a sigh and smiling at you as you look over your shoulder while he gently washes your back.
Tech says tenderly, "You're gorgeous, by the way".
Your ears get all hot and a tingle spreads through your stomach as you say, "You're not bad yourself, handsome"
Suddenly you hear voices, the boys must be back from their errands. Then you hear a curse and Crosshair yelling loudly, "WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BUNK!!!"
You look up with a soft, "Uh oh," at Tech who then whispers, "Oh. That's probably bad."
"He's going to kill us," you say, biting your lower lip suppressing a grin, "We really made a hell of a mess."
"Indeed," Tech says dryly, "I'd say we stay in here for now until he calms down."
"That could take a long time"
Tech smiles mischievously, "I don't mind"
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Vitals Holding
Clone Force 99 X GN!Reader
warnings: suitable for general audiences, teen and up. Established relationships, gender neutral reader, no physical descriptions of reader, medic!reader, fluff, ‘vitals holding’ used as a comfort phrase, light angst, mentions of injury, minor blood mention, stitches, stubborn clones, emotional vulnerability, kisses and flirting.
authors note: thank you so much anon for the kind words! Hope to read something of yours one day. Please enjoy, sorry for the wait.
Echo
word count: 399
Echo lay on a makeshift med-bunk, a frown on his face as he held his arm aloft, looking at his scomp-link that reminded him of the endless modifications that kept him ‘operational’.
The mission on Felucia had been a slog. The muddy terrain, relentless droids, and a stray blaster bolt that grazed his prosthetic leg and shorting out a servo. It was nothing life threatening, but enough to sideline him.
You knelt beside him with your kit spread out. "Hold still," you murmured, your voice a soothing barrier to the ship's low rumble. Echo's eyes met yours, a mix of frustration and fondness flickering there.
"It's just a glitch," he protested, though he didn't pull away as you gently detached the lower panel on his leg. Your fingers brushed against the cool metal, tracing wires that intertwined with what remained of his organic flesh. You'd learned his systems inside out over the months, not just as a medic but as his partner.
"A glitch that could turn into a full shutdown if we ignore it," you replied, scanning the damage with your device. The readouts blinked green mostly, but a red warning pulsed for the servo. You reached for a tool, your other hand resting on his thigh for stability. Echo's breath hitched slightly; not from pain, but from the warmth of your touch cutting through.
He watched you work, smiling lightly at the way your brow furrowed in concentration. "You know, before you joined, Tech sometimes just would slap some tape on it and keep going." His voice was light, but there was a hint of vulnerability.
You paused, setting the tool down to cup his face. Your thumb tracing along his jaw. "Well im now here to looking after you, Echo. You’re not alone in this." Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead.
He closed his eyes, leaning into it, the tension easing from his shoulders.
Resuming the repair, you rerouted the wiring. As the servo whirred back to life, Echo flexed his leg experimentally. "Feels good," he admitted, sitting up only to then pull you into his lap.
You smiled, checking his vitals one last time: heart rate steady, systems nominal. "Vitals holding," you whispered, echoing the phrase that had become your shared mantra after tough days. Echo's lips found yours in a grateful kiss, a silent thank you for seeing him whole.
Hunter
word count: 536
The Marauder’s engines idled low as the ship settled into a quiet landing on a forested moon, far from any Imperial patrols.
The mission had been simple reconnaissance but the dense undergrowth and sudden rain had turned it into hard work. Harder than it had to be.
Hunter had pushed through without complaint, as always. The usefulness of his enhanced senses guided the squad but the constant barrage of scents, sounds, and electromagnetic pulses had left him quietly frayed.
Now, he sat on the edge of a bunk, elbows on knees and head bowed. The infamous bandana was off with dark hair falling loose over his face.
With a look of concern, you stepped up to him quietly whilst carrying a damp cloth and a small vial of soothing balm of your own recipe.
“Rough one out there?” you asked softly, kneeling between his legs so you were eye-level with him.
Hunter exhaled through his nose, a sound that was half sigh, half reluctant admission. “Everything was loud. Too loud. The rain on leaves, every insect wingbeat for klicks around…” He rubbed at his temple. “Felt like my skull was vibrating.”
You reached up, fingers brushing his cheek before sliding into his hair. He leaned into the touch instinctively, eyes fluttering closed. Your thumb traced slow circles at his scalp, right where the tension always gathered. “You carried us through it anyway. Like always.”
A faint, crooked smile tugged at his lips. “Had to. Couldn’t let you get lost in the mud again.”
You chuckled quietly, dipping the cloth in cool water and pressing it gently to the back of his neck. He shivered once from relief. You worked in silence for a moment, letting the damp fabric ease the ache.
“Lie back,” you murmured.
He hesitated, the leader in him reluctant to fully let go, but your hand on his chest was steady and grounding. He reclined slowly, stretching out on the bunk. You sat beside him, one hand resting over his heart.
With careful fingers, you massaged the balm into his temples, then down along his jaw, working out the tightness. Hunter’s breathing depened, slowing as the sensory storm inside him began to quiet. Every so often, he’d hum softly, a low sound of contentment that you know he’d never admit to making.
“You don’t have to be on all the time,” you whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to his lips. “Not with me.”
His hand found yours, lacing fingers together. “I know,” he said, voice rough but soft. “Just… takes time to turn it off.”
“Then let me help.” You shifted closer, tucking yourself against his side. He wrapped an arm around you without hesitation, pulling you in until your head rested on his chest. The steady thump-thump beneath your ear.
Hunter’s free hand came up to stroke your hair, mirroring the way you’d soothed him. The ship’s hum faded into background noise; the galaxy outside could wait.
After a long while, he murmured against your temple, “Vitals holding.”
You smiled into his chest. “Vitals holding.”
He pressed a lingering kiss to the top of your head, the last of the tension melting away in the quiet safety of your arms.
Wrecker
word count: 614
The Marauder’s cargo hold was quieter than usual, the usual clatter of Wrecker’s laughter replaced by a low, frustrated grunt. He sat on an overturned crate, one hand pressed to his lower back.
The mission had wrapped up hours ago but Wrecker had insisted on hauling the last heavy munitions crate aboard himself. “I got it!” he’d boomed, grinning wide. That was until a sharp twinge hit, deep in his back muscles. Now here he was: the strongest clone in the Batch, felled by his own enthusiasm.
You found him like that, shoulders hunched, staring at the floor as if it had personally betrayed him. The embarrassment was written all over his face. Jaw tight and eyes avoiding yours.
“Hey, big guy,” you said gently, stepping into the hold with your medkit slung over one shoulder. “Heard you took on a crate and lost.”
Wrecker huffed, a sound that tried to be a laugh but landed somewhere closer to a groan. “Didn’t lose. Just… reminded it who’s boss. A little too hard.” He shifted, winced, and immediately tried to play it off with a forced grin. “I’m fine. Really. Jus’ need a minute.”
You set the kit down and moved to stand in front of him, close enough that he had to look up at you. “You’re not fine. And it’s okay to not be fine.” Your voice was calm, no judgment, just the steady certainty he always leaned on. “Let me see.”
He hesitated, pride warring with the ache, but eventually he let his hand drop and turned slightly so you could reach his back. You knelt behind him on the crate, fingers gentle as you pressed along his lumbar muscles. The knot was tight, hot and angry from the sudden strain. Wrecker sucked in a breath through his teeth.
“Easy,” you murmured, already reaching for the warming salve. “You pulled something good here. Nothing torn, but you’re gonna feel this tomorrow if we don’t loosen it up now.”
He let out a long, defeated sigh. “Hurt by liftin’ a kriffin’ box.” His voice cracked just a little on the last word, the embarrassment giving way. “What kinda soldier does that?”
You paused, hands still on his back, then leaned forward until your forehead rested lightly against the back of his shoulder. “The kind who cares more about getting the job done for his squad than looking invincible.” You kissed the spot between his shoulder blades, right over the scar from an old explosive. “And the kind who’s allowed to hurt sometimes. Even the biggest ones.”
Wrecker went still, then slowly relaxed under your touch. You worked the salve in with slow, firm circles, thumbs digging just enough to ease the spasm without pushing too hard. Every time he tensed, you eased off, waiting for him to breathe through it. Gradually, the knots began to give.
“Better?” you asked after a while.
“Yeah… a lot. Still stings, but not like before.” He turned his head, catching your eye over his shoulder. The grin was smaller this time, but real. “Thanks, mesh’la. Didn’t mean to be a baby about it.”
“You weren’t.” You slid around to sit beside him, tucking yourself under his arm. He wrapped it around you immediately, pulling you against his side like you were the most precious cargo he’d ever carried.
You rested your hand over his heart, feeling the steady, powerful beat. “So, are your vitals holding?”
Wrecker chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest into your palm. “Vitals holdin’. Thanks to you.”
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, lingering there, and for once didn’t try to hide how much he needed the quiet comfort.
Tech
word count: 661
The back room of Cid's Parlor smelled like stale smoke and cheap liquor.
As the main cantina buzzed faintly beyond the beaded curtain, Tech sat at Cid’s desk that she had grudgingly given and one leg propped up on a crate from the fracture he had endured form the cargo container collapse.
You pushed through the curtain with your medkit, the beads clacking softly behind you. Cid had cleared out at that point, muttering something about "not running a free clinic", leaving just the two of you.
Yet he was no longer sitting down, instead he was standing awkwardly and looking through the grumpy Trandoshan's collection of random stuff she had collected.
"I told you to stay off it," you said, setting the tray down on the desk with a deliberate clunk.
Tech didn't turn around. "I am off it. Most of my weight is on the good leg. Statistically, this qualifies as minimal load-bearing.”
"You're also standing. On a fractured leg. In a bacta cast that's still setting."
He glanced over his shoulder, goggles catching the low light. "The cast has reached its polymerisation point. I was just… looking at possible useful junk. For later."
"Uh-huh." You stepped closer, "Sit. Before I make you."
He let out a quiet breath, half annoyed and half amused, but he didn't fight it. He eased himself back onto the chair, leg stretched out.
You knelt in front of him, "You're doing that thing again," you say softly, voice warm and teasing. "Talking tech to hide that you're hurting."
"I'm not hiding anything. Pain is just… information. I was only—"
You placed your palm lightly over his chest, right where his heart was beating faster than usual under his armour. "Your heart's telling a different story."
Tech went still. His eyes dropped to your hand, then flicked back to your face. "That is… an elevated heart rate attributable to—"
You tilted your head, fingers trailing up to brush along his jaw, nudging his goggles up just enough to see the heat on his cheeks. "Or maybe because you like when I take care of you?"
He blinked rapidly behind the lenses, processing. "I… find your presence efficacious for recovery. Statistically speaking, positive emotional stimuli can accelerate—"
You leaned in, lips brushing his. Tech froze for a second, then leaned into it, one hand coming up to rest carefully at the back of your neck.
The kiss deepened just enough to make him forget the ache for a moment. You pulled back barely an inch, forehead resting against his. "Better?"
He let out a shaky breath, "Much better. Though I'd like… more proof it's working."
“Behave, Tech.” You playfully roll your eyes, smirking quietly at his disappointment of not getting another kiss just yet.
With steady hands, you adjusted the bacta cast and started the compression wrap carefully. He usually makes a comment on how uneven it is but this time Tech stayed quiet, just watching, breathing steady, his fingers occasionally brushing your arm like he needed the contact.
When you finished, you started to stand, but Tech's hand caught yours gently. "Come here." He tugged lightly, but insistent.
You raised an eyebrow, but let him guide you. With a careful shift of his good leg to make space, he pulled you down onto his lap, settling you sideways across his thighs so your weight didn't press on the injured one. His arm wrapped around your waist immediately, holding you close against his chest. Moments like this with him are rare so you wasted no time in tucking your head under his chin.
With one hand, you rest it over his heart again, feeling it slow to a calm, even rhythm now.
The parlor's distant noise felt miles away. Just the two of you in the cluttered back room, tangled together in the chair. You smiled into his neck. "Vitals holding?"
Tech pressed a soft kiss to your temple, voice low and content. "Vitals holding."
Crosshair
word count: 544
You found him in the refresher to your shared apartment, door half-open, the mirror fogged from a recent shower. He stood shirtless, one hand braced against the sink, the other fumbling with a bloodied cloth pressed to his left side. A shallow but stubborn gash that caught on jagged durasteel ran along his ribs.
It was not life-threatening, but it wept fresh blood every time he tried to clean or close it one handed. The angle was impossible now; his missing hand left him reaching awkwardly.
Crosshair never asked for help. Not ever. So when you stepped in quietly, he didn’t look up, just kept trying, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumped.
“Out,” he muttered.
You didn’t move. Instead you stepped fully inside. “You’re making it worse. Sit.”
“I said—”
“Crosshair.” Your tone was quiet and firm. You reached past him for a clean towel from the rack, then guided him to perch on the edge of the low tub. He resisted for half a second but let himself be moved.
You knelt in front of him and you peeled the soaked cloth away. The wound was angry but clean enough to stitch. You exhaled slowly through your nose, fighting the urge to scold him for being reckless with his own body.
“Why do you do this?” you asked, voice softer now as you reached for the bactaspray. “You know I’m right here.”
He stared at a point over your shoulder, refusing to meet your eyes. “Habit. Fix it myself. Always have.”
“Not anymore.” You dabbed the wound clean, careful around the inflamed edges. He hissed once, barely audible, but didn’t pull away.
When the first stitch went in, his remaining hand twitched toward yours like he might stop you. Instead, his fingers curled loosely around your wrist. Just… holding.
You paused, needle hovering. “Talk to me.”
Crosshair’s gaze finally dropped. “Can’t reach it anymore,” he muttered, so quiet you almost missed it. “Feels… wrong. Needing you for something this basic.”
You resumed stitching, slow and precise. “It’s not wrong. It’s just different.” You explained. “And I’m glad I’m here for the different parts.”
He didn’t argue. Just watched your face as you worked, the tension in his shoulders easing stitch by stitch. When you tied off the last knot and smoothed a fresh bandage over it, he exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for hours.
You stayed kneeling there, hands resting lightly on his thighs. “Better?”
He finally looked at you, really looked. The usual guarded sharpness had cracked, leaving something raw underneath. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re stubborn.” You rose enough to lean in, brushing your lips against his in a kiss that was gentle and unhurried. He froze for a heartbeat, then tilted his head to meet you properly.
When you pulled back, you rested your forehead against his. “Vitals holding?”
Crosshair’s lips curved, just the barest hint of a smirk. “Vitals holding.” His thumb brushed your cheek. “Thanks to you.”
You helped him stand, steadying him as the adrenaline crash made his legs unsteady. He didn’t protest when you wrapped an arm around his waist, guiding him out of the refresher and toward the bed. For once, the sniper let himself be taken care of quietly, stubbornly, but completely.
HFJDHFJDJDHH KETH'RAAL CRUMBS I'M ON MY KNEES SOBBING CRYING WAILING WEEPING I LOVE THE OTHERS BUT I HAVE A SOFT SPOT FOR MY BOY HE'S SO PRECIOUS 😭😭😭💝💕💓💖💕💝💞
Btw, iirc, the yautja can live for hundreds of years. What do the boys think of them outliving their human, and how do they handle it?
Keth’raal would be obsessed with this loud reaction 🤭 He would tilt his head, mandibles clicking in that curious way he does, leaning close with a low purr: “Humans make such… dramatic noises when excited… do it again.” 💗
So how old are the boys, what do they think about outliving their human companions and how they handle it?
Ages (oldest to youngest):
Zha’kor is around 300 years old, prime adult Yautja, seasoned, but still in his peak 💙
Tarr’kon is around 250 years, solid adult, lots of scars and stories to tell ❤️
Kel’Rakur is around 70 years, freshly blooded, human-equivalent of mid-20s 🤎
Keth’raal is around 65 years, the baby of the group, human-equivalent of early 20s 💚
How they deal with outliving their human:
Zha’kor, being the oldest, has seen companions come and go across centuries. He’s quietly prepared for it, accepts the short flame of human life as part of what makes it burn so bright. He’ll care for his human meticulously into their old age, cherishing every moment without showing much emotion. When the end comes, he stays until the last breath, then honors their memory by keeping small trophies like a lock of their hair, a favorite trinket, something worn close to him. He doesn’t grieve loudly, he just carries them forever.
Tarr’kon thinks he’s ready because he has lost so much already. But he’s not. Not even close. His stoic facade cracks when his human starts looking frail, suddenly he’s researching forbidden tech, raging at healers, desperately trying to extend their time. He panics in silence. When it happens anyway, he can’t stay. He vanishes for decades, hunting alone in the darkest corners of space, refusing to feel until the pain dulls to a scar. He never takes another mate.
Kel’Rakur is straight-up denial. He refuses to even think about it until it’s staring him in the face. “You? Old? Never happening.” When age creeps in anyway, he gets angry, argues, storms off on hunts to avoid it, maybe even leaves for a while thinking distance will stop time. But he always comes back devastated. Grieves hard and long, wearing a piece of their clothing or jewelry woven into his armor forever. No one touches it. Ever.
Keth’raal… oh, my sweet, curious boy knows it’s coming. He’s young but not naive, he studies human biology, asks too many questions, tries to prepare himself. But he feels everything so deeply. When his human weakens, his knees literally shake. He never leaves their side, day and night vigil, holding their hand, purring softly to comfort them (and himself). At the end, he stays with the body long after, trembling, mandibles tucked tight and if Yautja could cry, he would be the one sobbing until he’s empty. The pain hits him like nothing else, but he honors them by telling their story to anyone who’ll listen, keeping their memory alive with wonder instead of just loss.
Truth is, they would all move stars to change it if they could. But in the end, that short human life just makes them love harder while it lasts.
Did I just make myself emotional while writing this? Yes. Was it worth it? Absolutely 🙂↕️
A yautja wakes up after an energy-sapping operation and decides that your ship is now his for the time being.
You quickly learn why he was missing an arm when you found him… and he uses his newly repaired sword for the first time, with some added perks.
TW: a lot more blood, gore, one singular screwdriver, needles (mentioned once), the human will to survive, and death.
WORD COUNT : 5,847 (Kwei my beloved)
You're not amused that you're being ordered around like a servant.
What are you going to say to the reinvigorated Yautja who stood heads above you? No? Of course not. You sucked up your irritation and did what you said you'd do. Fix his sword.
Kwei's blade was busted at the end. It must've been it with another blade on its weak point. With the help of your ship's various scanners, and your own knowledge, you repaired it. Yautja weaponry was no joke. The first time you opened it fully on your own you nearly sliced your tools in half.
You continued to do what you do best. Create and repair. What a valuable trait to have. Oh, you can fondly recall the time your younger, dumber self signed up for Weyland Yutani, promising to make your world a better place. What bullshit! Fuck whoever founded this stupid ass company. You'd bomb the place if given the chance. You know what you had to suffer through for years?
A horribly unhealthy work environment, higher ups who didn't care for the humans who aided in paving a "better" road for the future, and slop food. Literally slop. You got gelatin slabs since they could pack your daily amount of proteins, vitamins, and nutrients in a disturbing gray, flattened rectangle. You're so grateful that you robbed them and left. You went wherever you damn well pleased without the permission of your so called bosses. ate actual food, and explored some of the most beautifully breathtaking planets the universe had to offer.
…Working with a Yautja isn't an activity you thought you'd be checking off of your bucket list. Soooo… hooray?
Kwei's interesting. Really interesting.
Maybe you're focusing on his muscles too much because a part of your brain recognizes that you like what you see. Human brains were weird. Then again, you knew people who'd fuck something if it was vaguely humanoid and had rippling abs. And others who got freaky over Xenomorphs…
Kwei interrupts your silence by peeling the door to your workshop open. It creaked and squealed against the metal floor, grating on your ears and drawing a grimace from you. He lumbered on in with an expected air about him, arms crossed over his broad chest like he was a high and mighty clan leader.
You could see it.
"Is it done?"
"Almost. I'm trying not to lose my fingers over here."
"Hurry. I do not wish to be unarmed when I encounter a threat."
Unarmed? You lifted your head from the blade, facing him with furrowed brows. Then you looked at… well, everything that Kwei was. That Yautja had the dexterity of a boulder and the fortitude of one, too. "You could kill me with your bare hands."
"I could," Kwei agreed.
You waved him off in a huff. "Yeah, exactly. You're fine. Let me work."
And work you did. Silently raging while you encountered problem after problem, willing yourself to stay calm so Kwei didn't witness you screaming in your little work room. How does a guy like him fuck up a weapon in such a frustratingly simple way?
Kwei didn't breathe down the back of your neck like you originally thought he would. Surprisingly, he sat for in relative silence whenever he watched you work before getting up to explore the rest of your ship. It wasn't large by any means, but still supported you through your journey among the stars. If he wanted to explore, then who were you to stop him? He could do whatever kept him busy.
Some of your food went missing from your fridge, but you didn't comment on it. Kwei's already irritating enough on his own. You've got loads of things to complain about.
The fact that he's only referring to you as pyode —soft, in his language— or 'ooman' had you gritting your teeth, caging in your rude rebuttals.
Is it really that hard for him to call you by your name?!
You say Kwei! You always say Kwei. You only said "big guy" once when he was unconscious.
Sure, you don't call Kwei anything else in fear that he'll cave your skull in, but shouldn't he return the courtesy?
Yautja aren't kind, you reminded yourself for the nth time, sighing as you heard Kwei entering the workshop room again. Presumably for a check-up on his sword. "All I need to do repair the handle. There are pieces missing."
He quietly took the seat beside you. It creaked beneath his weight because he was a fatass. "You rely on your ship to fix my weapons. I thought you would be more capable because you made an arm."
Kwei's words had you biting the inside of your cheek. He wants a screwdriver driven right through his thigh so bad right now.
You took a deep breath in. You wanted your peace, and you took in an injured Yautja, so you're only reaping what you sow. Even if that whisper, that idea of snapping back tempted you like no other. All you need is a break. Not a fight you're bound to lose via staring contest. You've earned a short rest, and you could use him to decompress. Your shoulders and back were tight from hunching over for the last hour.
"Limbs are a lot different from swords," you said, offering your own excuse. "And does it really matter if it still ends up fixed in the end? I'm still doing what you asked."
Kwei meets your gaze with that mild glare that seemed adhered his features with superglue.
Alright, break's over. Back to work. You rolled your eyes, picking up his sword to inspect it closely once more.
Kwei tilted his head at your dismissal of him. He found it odd. Yes, he had only been here for less than a day, yet he understood that humans displayed their personalities without shame. You liked talking. A lot. You asked questions. A lot.
He straightened himself out. He was used to noise. His noisy little brother never failed to cause a new disaster whenever he was struggling to prove himself. Silence was reserved for his sulking periods.
So, that begged the question— were you sulking?
"You are talking less compared to yesterday," Kwei observed, the guttural, clicking tones of his mother tongue carrying an underlying lilt of curiosity.
"You don't seem like the talkative type. I assumed most Yautja weren't."
Kwei noticed you assumed many things. "Oomans talk too much," he shot back, like he hadn't already been belittling you since the second he woke up. Hogging your food, too, the greedy bastard. "We talk," he insisted.
"Alright." You rolled your shoulders to loosen some of the tension. "Talk, then. I'm bored."
A long stretch of silence followed, accompanied by the gentle sounds of his fangs clicking together. Was he unsure of where to start, or what to say? Look who's laughing now.
Oh, look at the poor, big, lumbering brute with a strong jawline and symmetrical features struggling to pick something to talk about. Woe is him.
"Yeah, see? Gotcha there." You snorted, blindly feeling around for one of the tools in your drawers. "From what I've seen, although you guys stick to clans, you're not as social as humans are. But we don't really kill for a living. Hence us being… well, careless, loud, dumb…"
"Feeble," he helpfully added. Nice to know he easily kept up with you as long as you talked about how utterly pitiful you were compared to the Yautja species. "Persistent. Annoying. Deceptive."
"Let's pick something lighter to talk about. Do you like anything you've found in my rations?" You asked, fully intending to let him know that you're keenly aware of his snacking habits. It took a village to feed a Yautja. "All I've seen in Yautja camps is meat being cooked. I don't have much on my ship, so…?"
The clacking of his fangs resumed. "…What did you force down my throat yesterday? You claimed it would help me."
"That? It was an apricot. Native to Earth," you explained curtly. You actually forgot that you did that. "Good, isn't it? I've got a little greenhouse room where I can grow fruits and vegetables from my planets. Weyland thought humans could mentally handle eating slop and gelatin cubes every day. Fuck, I'm so glad I defected from them… Want more?"
"Yes. The rest."
Hog.
Kwei's acting strange.
After you finished repairing his sword, he camped out near the hatch that allowed you to enter and exit your ship comfortably. He didn't say anything either. Not a single peep came out of him. Every few minutes, he'd either check his sword again, stare at his metal arm, or focus on his wrist gauntlet on a fuzzy hologram you couldn't quite make out from the captain's chair.
You eventually came to him with a peace offering. Another bowl of dried apricots, which you held out to him.
"What's wrong?"
Kwei glanced at the bowl before plucking one of the dried fruits out with his thumb and pointer finger. The portions were comically small in his grasp. "Waiting."
"For what?"
"For them to realize I'm alive."
Your brow quirked up. "Who's they?"
His wrist gauntlet began beeping. You leaned in closer, squinting, as he pressed in a few inputs and brought up a grainy feed of…
…your ship's rear cameras.
"Did you seriously hook up my ship's controls to your gauntlet?" You asked, voice heavy with disbelief. Your lips parted, itching to add more. Kwei finished typing in the sequence on his wrist and then covered your mouth with his hand, knowing you'd say something dumb and loud and get him caught.
Air puffed through your nose. He pressed firmer, rising to his feet and walking both of you to one of the side rooms further down the hall.
"Quiet."
You tried pushing his hand away to no avail. Since it was his right hand keeping you quiet, he easily used his left to press a few more buttons.
The familiar hiss that bounced off the walls told you that he opened the hatch to your ship. With the hologram now in front of you, you bore witness to the heart-stopping sight of figures clouded by the vapor from your hatch opening.
Two Yautja entered the ship. You stared at Kwei in horror, hidden only by being in one of the side rooms.
Ah. He's got his newly fixed sword out. You swallowed thickly, acutely aware of how loud your heart was beating in your ears. Kwei knew he was being hunted. Was he about to christen his sword with the blood of these Yautja?
By the way the sharp edge of the metal lit up with a deadly red glow, the answer was yes, absolutely.
You wrestled his fingers off of your mouth. "I'm not trained for this," you hissed out. He leaned over you in an effort to make you quiet down, which you didn't. the best you could give him was a whisper. "Last time I held a bow was at a fair."
He roughly shoved his bulky bow against your chest. "You will learn quickly, or you will die, pyode. They know we're here. Use this if they go after you."
Unbelievable. Kwei's dragging you into this. After all you did for him. Giving him a new arm and a refurbished sword.
Their footsteps grew louder. Closer. Kwei roughly shook your shoulder and ducked out of the room. You flinched back at the action and felt your stomach drop when you immediately heard the sounds of a brawl ensuing outside of the room. Grunting, growling, and cries of fury. Yautja fought harsh and fast to get the upper hand on their opponent.
Bad blood clans fought dirty.
You peered around the corner as inconspicuously as you could. Did they fight like bad bloods?
Oh my god there's already blood everywhere.
Bright, florescent green, sticky, warm blood was splattered on the walls and floor so far. Kwei had a slash over his flesh arm and the two masked up Yautja were taking turns trying to get more hits in.
Hey, if he dies, they're coming for your ass next. That thought didn't set well with you in the slightest.
Time to do the dumbest thing you can think of! Your enemy can't beat you if they don't know what the hell you're doing. You slid through the doorway, practically white-knuckling the bow Kwei bestowed upon you.
Kwei kicked at one of the Yautja in the stomach and sent him careening into your supply crates. All the while, dodging a downward slashes from the other to keep himself from getting killed.
"I'm just gonna try shooting one of them now!"
"I thought you were smart!" Kwei gritted out, knocking the weapon out of his opponent's hand. "Go hide!"
As he grappled with the one closest to him, you fumbled with the bow. "Like that would work now. How do I use this damn thing? There's no arrow!"
Kwei repeatedly stabbed his main smart disc into the side of the Yautja who had him in a choke hold. He delivered a strong kick to the other, slamming him into the wall to keep him away. Kwei glared at you while setting his weight forward, intending to flip his attacker over his shoulder.
"Pull the bowstring!"
You tried hitting him, you really did. But the Yautja you singled out easily leaned to the side to avoid getting struck by the sizzling hot beam of energy that the Yautja miraculously designed instead of using actual arrows.
A barely audible huff of amusement was your only warning before the sharp end of a combistick embedded itself in the wall beside your head.
Where did it get you? Where did your good heart get you? Where did a single shot ten years ago at an old fair get you?
It got you chased down the hall. With your heart in your throat and your hopes in your ass.
"What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck! I didn't even do anything! You're fine! You're literally fine! I'm not even here!""
You screamed and screamed and screamed down the hallway to escape the consequences of your actions. It was suddenly awful being the only human around. You had a target on your back. A species, known for giving some Yautja a challenging hunt, and in some cases, killing them. You must've been quite the sight— tripping over your own feet to avoid catching an early grave, smacking your shoulder against the wall to tightly turn a corner before he hurled his combistick at you again. Was this one playing with his food?
Wherever you ran, he followed. The tip of his staff missed you just barely each time he tried to land a hit on you. He totally was fucking with you!
"I know you can understand me— I can speak Yautja!" You made a serious of random ducks and pivots, honestly not knowing where the hell you were going yourself, until you ended up in your workshop.
You valiantly scrambled beneath the table to get away from the Yautja. It was an action that was easily countered by a large hand wrapping around your ankle. Ripping you out from beneath the table rather unceremoniously, might you add, and were now the target of a Yautja larger than Kwei.
"Off!" You kicked at his hand with your other foot, barely making him flinch. "Let go! Get your hands off of me!"
He snarled, twisting his combistick around in his other hand. Your hair stood on end. Your eyes darted around for something to save you under your desk. Beneath a hazardous heap of junk, you saw the soulless print of Weyland Yutani's logo on a syringe barrel. He yanked you out of your poor hiding place right as you reached for it.
"Soft meat doesn't belong on Yautja Prime," the beast growled, drawing his arm back. "Oomans are for hunting. Pets."
A cold, thick, lengthy needle sunk through his wrist, piercing through the open space that his wrist gauntlet failed to protect. "I said let me go!"
His roar vibrated the air in your ears. His hand released your ankle out of instinct, and you didn't let up on your barrage of pitiful attacks.
Come on, come on! Didn't you have a tranquilizer gun in one of these damn boxes? You swore you just saw it the other day! Why didn't you organize your supply boxes more often? It really could've helped you right about now, since you had a deadly Yautja trying to crawl up your ass and kill you!
As soon as you heard him recover, you gave up on the idea of sedating him. You flung the rest of the supply box at him out of pure fear. The cardboard burst at the seams and sent tools and finished projects scattering everywhere.
"Can't get the job done now, can you, little bitch?! You're in here with me! Come and get a human skull!"
He drew his sword after ripping the 7 gauge out his flesh. Set on giving you a painful death, eh?
You crawled out of the way of a downwards slash, the Yautja cleaving your desk clean in two. He was messier with his cuts, clearly enraged to the point where it made him think less about a strategy and more about killing you with his sword or his bare hands. The space around you wasn't saved from the Yautja's rage. A screen sawed in half. Cabinets sliced down the middle. The walls of your workspace? Thrashed. A few slash marks glowed red from the residual heat left behind from his blade.
Is he seriously tearing everything apart because he can't catch me?!
You leapt back when he attempted a daring slash towards your stomach, your teeth digging into your lower lip.
All that time you spent mastering your craft… setting metal and wires into place, creating your own mockery of Weyland's technology, repairing this ship and its systems. Late nights. Sprained, sore fingers, all that sweat, all those frustrated tears, the tips you recalled from synths you pried information out of before you ran away.
Your chest ran hot.
"Asshole! That took me a month to repair! You're not leaving this place alive," you hissed out, scrambling back like a wild animal to get him to follow. He did, considerably more upset than when he first came in, itching to add a human skull to his collection.
When he cornered you, you stilled, waiting for him to drive his sword forward. When he did, you pivoted your body at the last second, causing his weapon to sink into the metal wall behind you.
Why run now? That's giving Kwei more work and more fun.
Furiously, your hand shot forward and clutched at his mask. These weren't the bio-masks you were used to. The ones held down by firmer mechanisms. To your utter delight, you discovered that they wore these ones like regular masks, offering little resistance. You tore it off and flung it across the room, your other hand grasping one of his mandibles and prying it the other way. You felt a crack in your hand before you heard it.
Another deafening roar split through your ears, the Yautja's head jerking back in pain.
"You come into my house to kill me? Huh?" You followed him as soon as he pulled back, reaching blindly for one of the trusty screwdrivers you always had laying around. "Come and get what you want, then! Kill me!"
Enraged, he swiped at your face. Sharpened claws dug across your face, raking across your skin, a burning wake left in their absence. He cut you— you knew it. You knew it from the burn that came with a freshly open wound exposed to air. You were open and vulnerable the second you staggered back and clutched at your face. Then, as if rubbing salt into the wound, your hunter took advantage of the ample opportunity given to him to manhandle you into his clutches and throw you against the wall.
Your body crashed into a supplies corner on the way down, knocking over precariously balanced scrap metal and old tubes of blueprints you never bothered incinerating.
Well, if you don't get up now, you're dead meat.
Fuck, my back. I need a hospital. You shot up back up, in a half-crouch to assess which way the Yautja wanted to rip your spine out. You both circled the busted up table like a pair of feral cats. A distinct, "hrrrr… hrrrr" rumbled from him. Yeah. He's pissed. You're pissed. One of you is dying today.
You ducked low, side-stepping the combistick he thrusted your way. Sharpened metal flashed by your side and a hand latched onto your shoulder so tightly you thought he would draw blood. You had to— no, needed to draw it first. So you did. You tore through his lower jaw with the tip of the tool, tearing a breath out of his throat, and swiftly put it through his eye as he started to lean over you. There was only a single thought running through your head as you stabbed and slashed and put that fucking piece of metal through his skull.
He's ruining your shit. Your workshop.
By the time you were done with it all, you were on top of him. Chest heaving, arms shaking, hands trembling. You wrenched the shank back out of his skull as hot breaths puffed out of your mouth. Green blood sprayed over your front, especially your face, in a splattered arc. And your mouth. Holy shit, his blood is in your mouth. That's disgusting.
You fought through the way your stomach churned as warm, sticky, glowing blood ran down the side of your face, scrambling to get out of the room and grabbing your fallen bow on the way out. The sound of combat, blows being exchanged, and many of your belongings being used as weapons wasn't something you could ignore for much longer.
I'm gonna kill that other one with a fucking rock if I have to. Coming to my home to find stupid Kwei who thinks it's funny to order me around.
Actually, you'd rather be puking in your bathroom right now. Then showering for an hour. But you can't have nice things. It's going to take you forever to put that prototype of yours back together.
You walked into, possibly, the worst case scenario.
Kwei, on the ground, with five small tranquilizer bullets sticking out of the unprotected parts of his body. A quick glance at the crate near the hatch, toppled over with an empty gun case at its side, told you that you stored it away in the stupidest place possible. Even worse was that they were quick acting.
Kwei let out a primal howl of pain as the other Yautja dug his heel into the area where his flesh and new metal arm met.
Not liking that your work was being mishandled, you decided to do something about it.
"Yautja hunt alone", my ass, you thought, grabbing the heaviest thing you could reach, which just so happened to be one of the containers you thought about putting Kwei's severed arm in. You rushed up behind the Yautja and smashed the glass cylinder over his head right as he turned his head to asses the noise, sending shards into his dreadlocks and down his form. He didn't take too kindly to that.
When he swung at you, you didn't stop him, pulling his hand with you. The one with the gun in it. You saw about five or so darts in Kwei. That meant there were plenty left for the freak in front of you. It was all about speed this time around.
And the screwdriver you still had, which you happily drove into his armpit.
"Kwei, I am taking your wrist gauntlet after this!" You shouted over the outcry of the Yautja. You dropped yourself to the ground, having learned that they'd ruin your face if you stayed in front of them for too long after pulling such a stunt, and took the gun with you.
What you noticed about this clan's armor is their weak spots were easy to find. You'd think that they'd protect their necks a lot more given that they were such intense fighters.
You emptied the rest of the tranquilizers that were into his throat, which he failed to dodge when he was dislodging the screwdriver from his side. You felt a bit psychotic in saying your heart soared when he started getting sluggish after staggering back. This isn't much of a hunt, but who says you can't get any thrill from it?
This ship is going to take forever to fix. I'm melting down their armor for spare parts. You got up from the floor, stalking closer to him. The Yautja staggered forward and swung at you with a powerful arm. You skirted back, reaching out only when his footing slipped. Your fingers closed around the cool plastic of your screwdriver once more and pulled it free. That Yautja wasn't going to let you live if you spared him. Although he most definitely thought that you weren't worth hunting, nobody gets away with damaging your goods.
He fell back with an unceremonious thud. You could've stopped here.
…Nah, you couldn't let these guys live. They'd bring back company.
You straddled your new mortal enemy's hips, holding the screwdriver high above your head. You clawed his mask off like you did with the other, ripped his head to the side with a savage grip on his dreadlocks, and drove the tool down with a swift thrust.
"Don't fuck with my work!" You spat out, digging into his eye socket even further. More blood spritzed across your face as you got all up in what remained of his. "Got it? You understand that? What is the matter with Yautja? You think it's funny?!"
As the drugs ran through Kwei's body, he witnessed, through heavy lids and blurred vision, as you stabbed the absolute shit out of the Yautja who almost took his new arm off.
Correction: you folded his clothes while he wore them.
This was the human spirit he was accustomed to seeing. Primal fury, hopped up on adrenaline and basic instinct to kill the thing that's trying to kill you.
You didn't pull any punches, either. Even from where he was, Kwei could see that you had your hand around the Yautja's throat, hell bent on making sure he couldn't get enough air needed to fight back. Nails dug deep into the skin of his throat to restrict breathing. Still, even as the screwdriver was driven deeper and deeper with each stab and shank, you never relented.
Huh. How could such anger fit into such a small body?
Your heartbeat drowned out most of the fucked up stuff you did, but not even you were spared from hearing the pained, stunned gasping shriek of the predator you managed to get onto. Another quick stab silenced him. The movement beneath your hips stilled completely. You saw a few twitches at the tips of his clawed fingers and his arms. You gave your wrist a good twist, hearing a definite snap, withdrawing the shank from his skull shortly after. The amount of resistance that followed sickened you.
Once Kwei had enough feeling back in his head, he lifted it up to get a better look at you. Your front was coated in green blood. "What happened to the other one?"
You coughed, feeling your stomach turn from being so suddenly pulled back into the moment by Kwei's voice. You peered over your shoulder at the half-paralyzed Yautja. "Oh, I tied him up and let him live."
His head cocked to the side.
"I killed him," you clarified, wondering why you even bothered with the sarcasm. Yautja were very literal creatures. "You should've seen what I did to his mandibles. Can you move?"
"…Slowly," he answered.
"That's a no. I'll get the stupid little canisters out. Just give me a second…"
You returned to Kwei's side after remembering how to properly breathe. It's a little difficult to mentally calm down since you were, uh, covered in green blood. You managed to ground yourself once Kwei struggled to pull himself back up and fight the tranquilizers. He was lucky that Yautja stopped after injecting him with five. There was a good two-thirds of the magazine left.
"Careful, they got you with some of my darts…"
"Fast learner," Kwei observed. "Good trait for a hunter."
You rubbed your face, resisting the urge to peel your skin off at the sticky blood left on your face. Great. If this is his bright idea of brightening the mood after you brutally slaughtered both of the intruders, he's got some rethinking to do. "I think my fight or flight kicked in."
"Ruthless," Kwei continued, slowly sitting back up. He leaned forward in the way one would when they were dizzy, so you righted him with a hand on his shoulder. His eyes met yours with a begrudging amount of recognition on his end. He never learned when to stay down. "Pyode lies about their skill. Is this a common trait among humans?"
"Some of us, yeah…" You cleaned your screwdriver with your sleeve, a small shudder wracking through your body. Your ass hurt from your hard landing back there. Plus, your pride was wounded from the cuts you obtained from your skirmish.
"You."
Your legs basically gave out when you crouched beside him. Did you care? Not really. You didn't need to walk in order to pick all of the darts out of his skin. The metal canisters clinked against the ground as you tossed them aside. He got quite the dose of tranquilizers from the attack.
"You're not going to pass out, right? Weyland uses some strong shit."
With the way he was obviously fighting off the drugs, you guessed he wouldn't allow himself to succumb to the way his eyelids grew heavy.
You plucked the final dart out of his thick skin and tossed it aside. "You're a real tank for bodying five of these."
You both sort of… sat there for a moment. Breathing it all in. Recovering. You couldn't feel your legs and Kwei probably couldn't feel the rest of his body. Fuck, you could actually feel the ache from getting thrown across the room, though. It wasn't pleasant in the slightest. In fact, you're sure you'll wake up to some mean bruises tomorrow morning.
Rather than attempting to haul your ass to the medical bay so you can cry and comfort yourself, you dragged yourself to sit beside Kwei's supine body so you could rest against the wall.
"Who even were they…?"
"…I assume… hunters sent by my father."
You blinked. Putting the pieces together wasn't difficult. Hunters sent by his father to search for Kwei. Both of which you killed, the last one nearly doing Kwei in because he took advantage of his new, sensitive arm. They were straight-up hostile.
"Was it…" You met Kwei's eyes, "Was it your father who tried to kill you?"
After a long pause, he nodded his head once.
"Why?"
A brief moment of conflict flashed over his features. Mandibles pulled back as though he didn't want to continue speaking any more than he already was— hell, maybe he didn't even want to remember the reason why his father attacked when you asked him.
"He ordered me to kill my brother," Kwei began, his eyes downcast. "Dek is a runt Stubborn. Father did not even wish to give him the honor of his own hunt. I defended Dek and sent him away and fought to keep my father away from him."
…And you found him basically on the cusp of dying.
"So Dek… watched your father basically kill you— in his eyes?"
Kwei nodded. "He mourns me. I can feel it."
"I bet he's mourning…And that he's the type to deny it?"
He raised his head, an amused glint in his eye, almost hidden by his black sclera and opaque irises.
"Ah, you're all beat up… Let me help you out, big guy."
He stared at your face. You were reminded of your cuts thanks to a dull sting. You patted his shoulder and shook it roughly, like he did to you earlier.
"Yeah, we're both messed up. You look like you got tossed in a blender, so I'm helping you first."
"…Hold still, pyode," Kwei instructed. You didn't really want to, but at this point, you're humoring anything he wants. You humored him with dried fruit. You should humor him after killing the two Yautja his fucked-up father sent to finish the job.
Kwei took a much smaller knife from his belt and flicked the blood off of it. You watched with a curious twinkle in your crazed eyes. He showed you, held it up to your face, and casually cut the side of your cheek in a swift blink-and-you'll-miss-it movement.
You sucked in a sharp breath and jerked back. "What the hell was that for?"
He stared at you like you were the crazy one. "I believed you would die. You have no muscle. Stop squirming, pyode."
"I killed both of the Yautja who came here for you after you stupidly let them in."
Kwei remained unaffected by your blank stare and went on, reaching over with the dagger again. "Your creation failed me."
You leaned back. "It did not! It just needs some readjustments— and you need time to get used to it."
Kwei persisted with that determined spark. "This is a high honor for a ooman." He paused. "And may keep you alive longer if we encounter another clan."
"That doesn't mean that I'll— I'll just let you cut me," you sputtered, shuffling to the side. Kwei's signature penetrating stare seared your skin at your reluctance to allow him to mark you. Yes, this is the definitive answer for your question of Yautja having things given to them whenever they want. You have a hunch Kwei probably wasn't used to resistance like this. "What are you even doing?"
"You proved yourself. And saved me."
"What? No, I was just doing what anyone else would do when they're being attacked. You don't have to do your kind's marking ritual on me. I don't deserve it."
The blood that stained your clothes and the bodies on your ship said otherwise.
"Hold still." His breath ran down your face, hot and heavy, his hand forcing half of your face against the wall in order for him to give you a proper scar. "Stay."
You inwardly started panicking. Yautja don't get this close to people, right?
"I'm staying."
"Stop talking. I will mess up."
"On purpose, or—?"
His nails dug into your cheeks. You got the message, your mouth clamping shut upon his command.
"Good. This will hurt."
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I'm not the best at writing physical fight scenes, so I did my best -_- let me know if I can do better. If you see me making mistakes, kill me.
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— A miniseries where you play 7 minutes in Heaven with the Bad Batch! Each round can be read individually, and is not connected to the previous/next one.
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A social experiment of some sort.
Or rather, an extracurricular activity done to evoke a heightened stimulus and perhaps something more. The premise of this game was simple: a simple game of chance, utilizing a glass bottle as a randomized selector to determine two participants who will then sequester themselves in an enclosed space for approximately seven minutes.
How odd.
The purpose of the game appears twofold:
One is to create situations heightened emotional tensions and anticipations.
And two is to provide a sanctioned excuse for physical closeness without explicit verbal consent. Which, in most contexts, would be socially awkward or inappropriate. Essentially, it is a ritualized loophole for human intimacy, or a pressure chamber to induce attraction.
Once selected, the chosen must spend time of isolation together for seven minutes. Why seven? The origin is unclear though it likely stems from the average time it takes for heightened social tension to plateau into either awkward silence or impulsive action. Perhaps it has been documented before, though I am admittedly unaware of it.
From a scientific perspective, it is a fascinating experiment in behavioral conditioning. Yet, from a personal perspective. . .
Tech glanced up from his datapad, peering through his lenses to watch you sit right across from him. His heart, a recently confusing variable, mysteriously stuttered beneath his chest at the sight of your gentle smile, much to his further misunderstanding.
It is deeply disorienting to participate. Particularly when the bottle lands on someone whose proximity already elicits measurable physiological irregularities.
He didn't notice Wrecker spinning the bottle, too engrossed in his data log to pay attention to the start of the game.
At the start of our turn, I noted the following data points:
- Resting heart rate increased by 23%
- Pupillary dilation approximately 0.6 mm wider when looking up
- Inability maintain eye contact for more than 4.3 seconds
- Restless urge to fidget and an unintelligible desire to flee the room
"Bet'cha two credits it's gonna land on Tech, eh?" Wrecker elbowed you, grinning playfully, to which you laughed.
The sound briefly made Tech pause, fingers twitching against his dimly lit screen. His mind skirted the possibilities of his brother's words, most involving scenarios accompanied by you, before he ultimately ignored the intrusive thoughts.
Theoretically, this exercise should provide valuable data on interpersonal dynamics under constrained conditions. In practice, my capacity for rational analysis might diminish approximately three minutes into the experiment if there would be any initiation of contact.
The sound of your laughter rang again, and Tech gulped down the dryness of his throat.
And some phenomena are not meant to be measured—
There was a collective "ooooh" from the others.
When Tech investigated, he had found that the bottle had stopped its rotation and had landed on you.
And him.
Echo smirked into his drink, while Wrecker bellowed something about "finally!"
He almost dropped his datapad, throat suddenly restricted. Because the odds of this pairing, out of the six of them, was approximately 6.7% (lower if there were more players). It could've been anyone. Two of his brothers, you or one of the others, but the bottle seemed to favor choosing him to be partnered with you.
A hand clapped his back, bringing him out of his head when Hunter smiled at him from his side.
"Up you go, trooper. Drop that datapad, and get on with it."
Tech gulped, handing him his datapad. "There must be a mistake. I haven't made the right calculations to discern the trajectory of the–"
Hunter rolled his eyes, pulling him up from the floor and snickering.
"Word of advice, Tech. Once you're in there, don't overthink it."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm saying. . . You're not gonna be thinking with your head. At least, not the one on your shoulders."
"I am not sure I follow."
But he was already being directed towards the storage room at the end of the hall, his confusion only following as soon as he stepped inside the threshold with a slight shove from Hunter.
When Tech turned around, he immediately jumped back as soon as you stepped right in front of him.
Suddenly, all of his data logs vanished from the surface of his mind the moment you winked and walked past him. Somehow, indescribable dread filled his guts. This was an unfamiliar territory, entirely uncharted. He has never experienced such close contact with a member of the opposite sex. At least, not one who possessed such a striking visage.
"Are you sure it should be seven minutes?" Tech tried to bargain, adjusting his goggles. "I have researched earlier that there are no actual records of it being–"
"Oh, knock it off." Echo exclaimed from behind Hunter, grinning mischievously. "It's only seven minutes. Try not to get your screws shaken up."
Beside him, Crosshair smirked. "Oh, please. That's exactly what he wants."
Tech blinked, about to ask what he meant, when the door hissed shut and only the light from the small window panel above the wall filled with dim room.
For the first time, Tech didn't know what to do.
All previous information, all memorized protocols, and all his research were just gone.
They were all gone the moment he turned around, and saw you leaning against the wall, fixing him an amused look through a twinkling gaze. And no amount of data can explain the thunderous rhythm of his heart, no logical explanation came up in that second at the sudden nervousness he felt within your presence.
I am just unfamiliar of the game.
Yes, that is precisely it.
No need to get nervous.
We can just sit in silence or talk.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," You teased, chuckling softly. "Don't worry, it's just us here. We can just talk until our time's up."
Nodding, Tech recomposed himself and cleared his throat. "Right. Talk. Yes, that is desirable. There are various topics we can share in the duration of our round. I am certain you have some yourself, to which I do not have any complaints of hearing about."
You laughed, crossing your arms. "Ever the articulate one. Crosshair said you'd be fumbling your words the moment we're alone together. Why's that?"
Tech focused on setting up his chronometer on his vambrace, adjusting the allotted time of the game. Seven minutes. It beeped once after he set it, the digits blinking lightly on his wrist.
One minute.
"Tech," You called him again, voice softening. "You don't have to be so tense. They're gonna alert us when it's over."
He shook his head, sighing. "It is to keep track of the time myself. For all I know, they might lengthen our period and we would not be aware of it."
Although his goal was to assert distance, it was proven futile when there was only so far he could go. In the end, he just settled by the wall across from you. Still, he avoided eye contact. Perfectly content with watching the seconds tick by, as if mesmerized by the inner workings of his chronometer.
He heard you chuckle again, before a hand rested on his wrist—blocking his view from the time—and he snapped his head up to see you smiling at him.
"Would that be so bad?" You stepped closer, hand still clasped around his wrist. "To have more time for ourselves?"
Tech breathed out a shaky sigh, cheeks warming. "I-I suppose it would not– I do not mind your company. It is just that. . ."
You neared your face to his, voice lowering. "Just what?"
His mind cannot catch up quick enough to the frantic beat of his heart. His thoughts blanked, but at the same time, all he could think about was you. Your dizzying closeness. Your hypnotic stare. You tempting lips. Your warm breath on his. Your body pressing closer against his front. And the way you brushed your noses together as you tilted your head.
"Just what, Tech?" You whispered, and Tech could barely contain the small sound at the back of his throat.
He gulped, craning his head down to meet your stare. "I am. . . conflicted what to do. I cannot think when you are present. Especially now."
His answer seemed to satisfy you, because you grinned victoriously and he could only watch as your gaze flickered down to his lips.
"Then, don't."
He couldn't.
Not when your hands slithered up to his neck.
Not when you closed the distance and kissed him with such force, he stumbled back into the wall behind him.
Two minutes.
His chrono beeped, but all Tech could focus on was the domineering energy you poured into the kiss. And for once in his life, he didn't follow his head. No, he followed his heart as he finally surrendered to his urges—primal urges he has never thought would be awakened until this moment.
You pushed yourself deeper, opening your mouth to slip a tongue across his bottom lip.
And the moan he released, needy and breathless, echoed around the small space. His skin felt unbearably hot, his nerves could very well be static at this point. He really couldn't think, and that should've scared him. It should've terrified him, because the very thing he was engineered with—his mind—was not functioning.
Instead, his hands have a mind of their own.
He clutched your waist tightly, fingers digging into your clothes.
Soft.
Tech whimpered into your mouth, subconsciously dropping his hands to your hips to massage the area.
So unbelievably soft.
You raised yourself on your toes, bumping against his goggles, but it didn't bother him in the slightest. Another moan slipped out from him, feeling your nails scraping gently at his nape. But before he could get lost further into the sensation, you parted from him and he immediately chased after your lips blindly.
Another beep from his chrono.
Three minutes.
You held a finger to his swollen lips, panting lightly. "Maker, Tech. Where d'ya learn how to kiss like that?"
His gaze never left yours, completely transfixed.
"Just now."
"I doubt that."
"It is the truth."
"You've never kissed anyone before?"
"No," Tech leaned forward, sighing dreamily into your mouth. "You are the first."
And he planned you to be the only one.
This time, he was the one who surged forward to claim another kiss. His uncertainty and doubts gone, Tech was fueled by a kind of hunger he had never allowed to possess him. He moved swiftly, efficiently, pushing you back to the other side of the durasteel wall—wild hands on your hips, a curious mouth on yours, and a ragged moan tearing from him when fingers tugged on his short strands from behind.
The taste of your lips simply removed all rational thoughts in his mind, erasing the tumultuous information. All of which are useless now. Now, the only thing he wanted to remember was how good you felt.
How good your body felt pressing forward into his. How good your sounds—soft and desperate—made him feel. How well your lips moved and molded in every push and tilt.
Beep.
Four minutes.
Before he could process it, he was being shoved to the side and pinned against the wall again.
Tech yelped in shock, eyes widening behind fogged lenses as you grinned voraciously at him.
"You think you have the control here?" You traced a fingertip along his jaw, and he gulped at the dangerous gleam in your eyes. "You think I'd let you set the pace? Oh, you poor thing. How confident you've become."
Poor thing.
That condescending, sardonic tone of yours should've belittled him. However, somewhere concealed in a never discovered part of his brain, ignited in ecstatic bursts. His pupils expanded even more, breaths coming out quicker. His mouth has never felt this dry, this empty, and he could only crave your lips to remedy it.
What is this feeling?
You seemed to notice his new fixation, and you chuckled in delight. "My, I never took you for someone who'd enjoy this. My poor Tech. Already hungry for something he only has a taste of just now. How pathetic."
Tech shut his eyes closed, groaning loudly.
It should've insulted him. It should've angered him. But why did it feel so. . . rewarding? The antithesis to it simply confused him. All he knew was he needed more—more of this feeling, more of this cruelty, more time to find out why exactly he was so affected by it.
"Keep talking," He pleaded, reaching for your hips again. "Please."
Your lips found the corner of his jaw, kissing the racing pulse beneath his skin. "A genius turned mad with lust. I always wondered if you'd break easily. Your mind is strong, but even you have a weakness. And I plan to exploit it."
Tech tilted his head up, allowing you access to his neck. "Keep talking."
He could feel your lips stretching into a smile on his heated skin, and he could only whimper at the hot sensation of your tongue that followed after. Never in his life has he imagined this before, never has he expected you to be so. . . forward in such erotic setting. But somehow, it unlocked a part within himself.
A dark desire to surrender.
Five minutes.
Before, the beep anchored him to safety. A reminder of the game. But now, he simply cursed at it in his head.
You placed a hand on his cheek, bringing his face down. "Tell me, Tech. If we had more time, would you let me ruin you? Will you let me show you how to feel, not think?"
His eyes fluttered open, half-lidded and unfocused, staring down at you in plea.
"Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, my dear."
"Good," You smiled, kissing his cheek. "Because after this, you're all mine."
The breath he released never fully escaped when you kissed him again. Harder and hotter. And Tech burned at the intensity. His limbs became pliant. His heartbeat drummed louder in his ears. His blood rushed to all places in his body, including to the area where he rarely indulged in touching—and yet, he could feel himself stirring to life.
He pushed his hips towards you, absentmindedly seeking pressure and relief.
More.
One of his hands came up to your neck, pulling you closer to him.
More.
He parted briefly, tearing his goggles off of his head and dropping it to the floor.
More.
Then, he returned to your lips.
You met him with equal rapture, pinning him harder to the wall. He may not have much experience with these acts, but with you, he was eager to learn. And he learns quickly. He matched the pace efficiently, he memorized every swipe of your tongue to meet it with his own, and he noted every sound you made whenever he grinded into you.
Six minutes.
"One minute left, kids!"
Tech didn't heed to whoever's voice shouted on the other side of the door. Instead, his hands gripped you tight and pulled you back to him when you tried to escape.
"Tech," You moaned breathlessly, hands on his shoulders. "We need to– time's almost up."
"You heard them," He whispered back, coming down to kiss your throat. "One minute left. Please, my dear. One more minute."
Sighing, you tilted your head and let him ravish your neck. "So insatiable."
He hummed, nuzzling his face into your shoulder and grinding his hips. "Entirely your fault, my dear. I have never experienced such pleasure before. It is fascinating as it is addicting. Now, you have to indulge me."
Rolling your eyes, you patted his shoulders and smirked. "Oh, I will. But for now. . ."
You lightly pushed him back to the wall again, and Tech blinked repeatedly. He was about to inquire what was wrong, when he saw the smirk playing on your lips, and knew you had something planned.
But then—
"Oh."
He watched you go down on him, eyes wide and jaw slack.
You slowly drop to your knees, gaze bright with mischief. Until your face was leveled with his–
The sight was obscene, suggestive, and his mind blanked. He never imagined this would happen, certainly not with you, and with the time remaining—less than a minute now—he wasn't sure if this would be appropriate.
Tech coughed, flushing. "My dear, what are you doing?"
"Getting your goggles," You raised an eyebrow, snatching the discarded item from the floor and presenting it to him. "What do you think I'm doing?"
Disappointment filled him, and he blinked at the blurry object in your palm.
"Oh."
Another amused laugh came from you, bright and clear, before you stood up again.
"Another time," You fixed his goggles back in place while he watched you dazedly. "Don't worry. I have more things planned for you. Somewhere that's not a storage room."
When your lips pressed on his again, he melted instantly. But the moment was short lived when another sound resonated from his wrist.
Beep.
Pulling away, you fixed him a dark look—to which he gulped—and swept a thumb across his bottom lip.
"Until next time, Tech."
Before he could utter another word, you removed yourself from him and walked towards the door to leave—but not without one last wink over your shoulder.
When the door was opened, Wrecker greeted you first with a high five. Meanwhile, Echo and Crosshair snickered to themselves.
And when Tech exited after you, Hunter's smug grin greeted him.
"So?" The sergeant pondered, teasing and knowing. "How was the experience?"
Tech adjusted his goggles, acutely aware his brother knew everything that had transpired in the storage room. Him and his enhanced senses, of course.
Glancing to your direction, Tech nodded absentmindedly.
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