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Hunter’s boot drops to the floor instantly. His dark eyes lock onto yours, a sudden, intense heat flaring behind them as his gaze traces the line of your collarbone before snapping back to your face. A slow, incredibly dangerous smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, and he leans forward, wrapping his large hands around your waist to drag you off the console and straight into his lap. His chest vibrates with a low, gravelly chuckle right against your ear. "Is that right?" he whispers, his breath hot against your neck as his grip tightens possessively. "You come up here looking for trouble, cyare, you’re going to find it. Now, are you going to keep teasing me, or are you going to do something about it before I do?”

TECH

Tech is standing by the primary diagnostic screen, entirely absorbed in a system readout with a hydrospanner in hand. You walk up behind him, stepping so close that your chest brushes his shoulder blades. You slide your hands under his open utility vest, your fingers tracing the heat of his ribs through his undershirt, before leaning up to press a soft, lingering kiss right below his ear.

"Tech," you whisper, your lips brushing his skin as you speak. "You’ve been staring at this screen for hours. I think your sensors need a completely different kind of input."

The hydrospanner clatters instantly out of his hand, bouncing off the workbench. Tech freezes entirely, his breath hitching in a high, strangled gasp as a fierce, dark flush rushes up his neck. He doesn't pull away; instead, his hands drop to cover yours, pressing your fingers harder against his ribs. He turns his head slowly, his goggles slightly askew, his dilated eyes fixed entirely on your lips. "Your... physical proximity is severely disrupting my focus," he breathes, his voice uncharacteristically deep and breathless as he spins around in your arms, trapping you against the edge of the workbench. "If you persist with this specific trajectory of stimulation, I will be forced to shut down the main systems entirely to accommodate you. Choose your next word very carefully."

CROSSHAIR

Crosshair is sitting on a storage crate in the secondary hold, meticulously threading a cleaning patch through the barrel of his rifle. He looks completely untouchable, a toothpick balanced lazily between his lips. You walk straight up to him, stepping right between his parted knees. You reach down, your fingers sliding into his short, silver hair, gently tilting his head back so he’s forced to look up at you, before your other hand slides down to slowly trace the edge of his jawline.

"Crosshair," you whisper, leaning down until your lips are barely an inch from his. "You spend so much time cleaning that rifle. I'm starting to get jealous of a piece of metal."

The toothpick stops moving instantly. His sharp eyes narrow, a dark, wickedly amused heat flaring behind them as he stares up at you. He slowly sets the rifle aside, his movements agonizingly deliberate. Before you can even finish your sentence, his long fingers wrap tightly around your thighs, effortlessly lifting you up onto the edge of the workbench. He steps in close, crowding right between your knees, his hands dropping to press flat against the wood on either side of your hips to trap you completely.

He tilts his head, a slow, devastatingly attractive smirk tugging at his lips as his gaze drops to your mouth. "Awh, is the princess getting jealous?" he draws, his low, raspy voice dropping to a quiet, teasing purr that vibrates right against your skin. He leans in closer, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his hands slide up to grip your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. "You're a real menace, you know that? If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask. There is no need for you to be jealous of anything, you should know that you’re mine. Or would you like me to remind you, Princess?

WRECKER

Wrecker is sitting on the main lounge bench, lazily tossing a small thermal detonator casing up and down in his hand, looking thoroughly unbothered. You walk over, step directly onto the bench beside him, and straddle his lap, settling your hips against his. You slide your hands down his massive chest, your fingers digging lightly into the thick muscle of his shoulders, and lean down to look into his wide eyes.

"Wrecker," you tease, a playful, flirty smile on your lips as you trail your fingers up to his jaw. "You're always bragging about how much weight you can carry. Let’s see if you can handle this."

The metal casing drops to the floor with a loud clang as Wrecker let out a heavy, rumbling gasp. His massive hands immediately fly to your hips, his fingers digging into your skin with a sudden, possessive grip that completely stops his usual loud laughter. His face goes bright red, a massive, breathless grin spreading across his lips as he looks up at you. "Oh, you think you're real funny, huh?" he rumbles, his deep voice dropping to a low, rough growl that makes your chest tingle. He effortlessly shifts his grip, lifting you higher against him until you're completely trapped against his massive frame. "I can carry you across the galaxy without breaking a sweat! But since you're already up here... I'm not letting you down until you say please."

ECHO

Echo is leaning against the terminal console, flipping through a datapad with his human hand while his prosthetic arm rests quietly against his side. You saunter into his space, sliding your hands up his chest to wrap around his neck, pulling yourself up on your tiptoes so your body is pressed fully against his. You let your fingers twist lightly into the fabric at the collar of his shirt, leaning in until your breath fans over his lips.

"Echo," you murmur, your eyes dropping to his mouth before flashing back to his eyes. "You’re always so disciplined. It makes me really want to see what happens when you completely lose control."

An angel sent from heaven, that's what you resembled to Sevika when she pulled up at the truck stop. Crying with your makeup smeared down your cheeks and chin, messed up from how much you've been wiping away the tears.

The thud from Sevika's weight dropping onto the gravel from her truck caught your attention, lifting your head just enough to make eye contact with the stranger.

She was... gross. Her white wife pleaser was stained beyond saving with sweat, oil and grease stains. And something else you couldn't name. The toothpick between her teeth was chewed to death you're surprised she's not got spliters. Her nail beds were nasty too, large calloused hands covered in grime and fuel, cuticles a black color, matching underneath her nails.

Overall she was a mess... just like you, in some way. Only you were showered and more dishevelled than actually dirty. When was the last time she had a shower? The stench was terrible... yeah. Definitely not somewhat pleasing. Her musk was not making you feel oddly aroused. No way.

"Didn't your mama tell ya starin' is rude, doll?" Clutching your singular duffle bag closer to your chest you meet her eyes again. She's chewing on that pick with a smirk that is absolutely devastating, because it's so fucking sexy and you just broke up with your ex and you weren't about to rebound with some dirty trucker.

"Sorry... bad night." Had Sevika not been staring at your lips she wouldn't of known what you said- but lip reading came with the job, making out whatever stupid insults other drivers were shouting in their cars.

"Ain't got nowhere to land, do ya doll?" For a minute you want to protest, tell her you're waiting for somebodyto come and get you and that you'll be fine without her help.

However that would be a lie.

"...no." it was so quiet other than the rumbling of other trucks and the two old truckers with beer bellies laughing just outside the store.

"Get in the truck doll, I've got ya." Before you could think about refusing she'd tossed the truck keys into your lap and started to walk away towards the fuel pump. This was a terrible idea. Horrible. You're probably going to end up being the star of your very own murder documentary... but you really had no other choice.

It was this or nothing.

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"If you wanna settle down for the night, sleepers in the back." It had been an hour since you accepted the ride from the woman- who you'd learned was named Sevika. Peering past the curtain that separated the cab from the sleeper your nose wrinkles.

Why you expected her sleeping conditions to be any cleaner than her was beyond you. Of course it was filthy. The mattress had no sheet and there was some... concerning stains. The duvet she did have was as rumpled up into a ball in the corner. And she had one singular fucking pillow.

What. The. Fuck.

"You... you actually sleep back there? Like that?" Sevika's smirk grew as she took a quick peek back into the sleeper, assessing then deciding it was fine.

"Nothin' wrong with that doll, us truckers ain't picky. You take what you can get." Sitting back and refocusing on the road ahead, your eyes keep drifting to her hands. They're disgusting yet you keep imagining them on you for some fucked up reason.

"That's gross. You could at least get a mattress cover or something. Like what are those stains?" A shiver ran through you at your own question. Why did you ask? You don't want to know. The answer is only going to gross you out further.

"Struggle to sleep. Get alotta 'lone time with my fist." She smirks. Your lips purse in disgust.

"Ugh. You're such a perv."

"Like you ain't ever touched your own pussy, bet it's real sweet."

"Something you'll never find out."

"We'll see about that."

Her stench was filling up the cab, a musky, horrid sweaty scent that was doing nothing to help this god awful attraction towards her that you're actively ignoring. The jacket over your lap hides the way your thighs press together- or so you think.

Sevika is observant, has to be when driving a big rig like this. Of course she catches it.

"Got get some shut eye, doll. You're practically fallin' asleep over there." You really shouldn’t. You don't want too, being asleep means being vulnerable... though it had been a long day, and an even longer, emotionally draining evening.

A hour. At most.

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Sevika was trying so hard, so fucking hard. The urge to pull over and climb back there to have her way with you was overwhelming. It had been a good few years since she'd had something so pretty in her grasp- though no amount of time lessened her senses to women who were turned on.

The way you tried to hide it was adorable. She knew you didn't want to be attracted to her, Sevika knows she's a little roughed up, but everyone deserves a little love, right?

Pulling into a nearby, empty pit stop she slows and stops the truck gently as to not wake you. Initially you'd argued, were adamant that you weren't sleeping in her filth, though eventually you gave in. Climbing into the back is a struggle with Sevika being over six foot the sleeper was too small for her alone.

With you in it? She'd make it work.

You'd fallen asleep facing away from the cab, giving Sevika the perfect opportunity to stop down and spoon you from behind. Immediately she feels you tense then relax as she envelops you from behind, her musky scent flooding your senses in the best way possible.

"Sevikaaa... no..." the protest was weak, sleepy and absolutely not at all a real protest. Sevika ignored it and let her hands roam, slipping into your waistband and under your panties. With exploring hands she finds exactly what she thought she would.

Soft. Warm. Wet... and fucking tight. The tips of her two fingers already felt like they were stretching you open and she only had the tips of her digits in there. "Jesus fucking christ doll..."

Her hips roll against you pressing her chubbed up cock between your cheeks. Thank god you wore a skirt... maybe it's not so good for you though she has easy access and that's all she cares about.

By now you were half asleep, half awake your inhibitions weakened. Without restraint Sevika wraps one dirty, calloused hand around one thighs, lifting and spreading you open as she replaces her fingers with her length. A low, feral groan escapes Seviks, her breath hot against your neck as she start to rock the rig rocking along with your bodies as she stuffs you full.

You smelled so fucking sweet it was intoxicating.

Sevika smelled so fucking musky which was also intoxicating in an embarrassing way, because despite denying you wanted this, your body was reacting completely differently. Your hands come to rest on her forearm which was wrapped loosely around your neck to keep you in her hold as she humps into you like your nothing but a warm, wet hole for her pleasure.

"Shit baby... so fuckin' tight." Her hands spread you open wider as her thrusts pick up speed and intensity. The loud 'plap plap plap' of her hips pounding against your fleshy backside filled the small space, bouncing off the sleeper walls accompanied by the embarrassingly loud squelching of your cunt.

Small whines and moans are forced from your sleepy mouth as Sevika has her way with you, giving no option but to take it. Rhythmically your pussy pulses and clenches around her invading length, betraying your disgust with a primal need to be taken.

The position was slightly awkward and Sevika wasn't a young hound anymore but she'll be dammed if she stops or slows down just because her knees hurt. "Look at you... takin' my cock like a filthy fucking street whore hm? Gonna start working the corner to pay me back for all the miles I've driven you hm?"

Sevika's words were cruel, so godamn cruel yet all you could do was let out a pathetic, mindless whimper as your cunt betrayed you once more, gushing around her cock. With each pummel of her hips you could feel her swelling inside you, twitching with need. "That's right baby, lie here and take it. My very own personal cocksleeve... we'll loosen you up, don't worry doll."

Her last few stokes were lazy, her hips rolling and grinding to bury herself as deep as she could get before she let go. Groaning and biting at your sweaty neck she kept still, thighs tensing as she stuffed you full of her seed, the creamy white leaking out around her cock and smearing over your ass cheeks.

She wasn't sure if you came and she couldn't care less if you had. That was the best fuck she's had in... years. She's keeping you. Maybe in the morning she'll find a nice spot to take you for breakfast, knowing you'll be walking around with her dried cum between your legs.

It was unknown to you right now that you were hers, as you fell asleep in her arms again exhausted and completely fucked out. You'd learn soon enough.