clone characters when they have to answer their commlink in the middle of sex (my headcanons)
a/n: duty callsβ¦
fem reader
warnings: sexual content
hunter canβt switch off his bedroom voice in time for responding to his comms. his voice is thick and dripping with sex even with just a hoarse βyeah?β that he answers under his breath, his eyes flicking down at you as he slows his thrusts but doesnβt fully stop. he inhales roughly and rubs your swollen clit, barely listening to whoever is on the other side of this conversation. you squirm and whimper from the stimulation, feeling his pulsing cock move in and out of you with a teasing, dragging motion where you can feel every last vein and inch.
tech sighs exasperatedly and reaches for his commlink, only stopped when you say, βyouβre seriously going to answer that?β he looks down at you like you just asked an obvious question and holds the flashing device in front of your face. βperhaps you would prefer taking this, then?β he says as he rolls his hips forward, smugly watching your mouth drop open in a breathy moan. his lips are slightly curved when he leans down and kisses your jawline, whispering, βiβll only be a momentβ before answering with a colder, sharper tone. βyes?β
wrecker grunts at the sound of his commlink beeping and draws away one of his hands from your hip. he still holds you firmly with his free hand, bouncing you on his thick, heavy cock as it wedges itself deep against your guts, hitting you in all the right places. βsorry, baby, have to take this,β he mumbles before answering with a growl in his tone when he barks out, βwhat do you want?β you grab his shoulders and try to slow yourself, but he just starts thrusting his hips upward, and you drop your face into the crook of his neck with a gasp.
crosshair presses a long finger against your lips and narrows his eyes at you, silently shushing you. βi donβt have all day,β he hisses in a low and raspy tone. he feels you trying to roll your hips against him, greedily seeking more friction from this disruption. he slowly smirks at the opportunity to tease you, like itβs that easy. if heβs gonna be interrupted, he might as well make the most out of it. and he does, intentionally dragging the conversation on as your muffled pants get heavier and more pathetic against his touch, staring down at you smugly.
echo gasps and sinks into you abruptly, startled by the sound of his comms going off. you moan from the sharp pressure of his cock bottoming out inside of you, not giving you any time to adjust. βfuck, iβm sorry,β he murmurs, kissing you softly. he reaches over your head to grab his commlink. you watch his face contort into a deep scowl when he answers, βthis better be important,β visibly irritated with whoever had to interrupt you two. but his expression softens as you cup the side of his face, and he turns his head to steal a quick kiss to your palm.
wolffe is quick to grab your hips and turn your body over. he pushes your face into the pillow to muffle your breathy moan as he reenters you with a slow and deep thrust, his voice even deeper when he answers his beeping commlink. βmake it quick,β he orders, somehow still able to keep his voice level and demanding, like heβs not currently fisting your hair to control the slick, heavy movement of your bodies. his fingers squeeze in warning at the intensifying sound of your soft cries, but you feel him fuck into you harder, like heβs testing how good and quiet you can be for him. you donβt even know when he finishes his conversation until he turns you back over and kisses you, murmuring, βgood fucking girlβ¦β against your lips.
fox lets out a frustrated groan of irritation and clamps a firm hand down on your mouth. βiβm busy,β he snaps into his commlink, his eyes piercing into yours as you stare up at him, your eyebrows scrunched in a desperate pout, just barely able to silence your noises. his hips snap against yours at a hungrier pace at the helpless look you give him, and he doesnβt break his gaze away from you even while saying, βiβll be there in a fuckinβ minute.β then the line goes silent, and he slides his hand down to grip your jaw, mildly impressed. βhm, not badβ¦β
cody fucks you a little slower, just enough to catch his breath. βgrab that for me baby, will you?β he groans, his big, beefy biceps braced around your head. you whimper as you reach around for his commlink and hold it to his face. he exhales his next order with a slight grunt, spreading your legs out wider. βneed you to be quiet,β he murmurs, βcan you do that for me?β you stare up at him and nod. he nods back slowly. βanswer it for meβiβll do the talkinβ, just press itβ¦β he commands gently before hardening his whole demeanor in the blink of an eye.
mayday flips your bodies so that youβre on top of him. the change in position makes you gasp, and he pushes up into you with a soft but stern look in his eyes. βkeep ridinβ me baby, donβt stop,β he says to you quietly, leaning back to let you use him as he answers his comms, muttering, βi have a feeling youβre about to waste my time.β he keeps his eyes on you, watching how your tits bounce and your back arches while you roll your clit into the head of his cock, grinding down on him in a way that feels so good to you, βcause he always puts you first.
rex has been sick and tired of his brothers cockblocking him for laughs, and now someone is interrupting his much needed alone time with you. he doesnβt need to say much to express his despair as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, groaning loudly. βfuck, i should take that,β he mumbles. βmm, then take it,β you moan, wrapping your legs around his waist, which makes him dig his cock into you deeper. βuh-huh, nice try,β he whispers in your ear, turning your bodies over so he can keep fucking you on your side and he can grab his commlink.
fives groans and drops his head to your chest mid-thrust. βtell βem iβm not here,β he mutters. you giggle softly. βyou want me to answer it?β you reply. he glances up at you and pushes himself into you further, holding your flushed, heavy-lidded stare. your nails dig into his back at his movements. βyou think youβre up for it?β he teases in a low voice, slowly resuming the hungry rhythm of his hips. you throw your head back and gasp, βoh, youβre such aββ and he chuckles deeply. βyeah, tell me in a second,β he says right before pressing to answer his comms.
kix is always on-call, itβs like you can never get a moment with him alone in peace. youβre honestly used to it at this point, but he feels bad every time it happens. he pauses inside of you with a heavy exhale and whispers, βsorry, baby, one secondβ¦fuck, you look so pretty just like thatβ¦β he canβt take his eyes away from you as you lay under his body, your body warm and naked, squirming when he brushes his fingers over your nipples. you arch your back as he plays with them while he answers his comms in a concerned tone. βis everything okay?β
jesse grunts in annoyance and mutters, βgreat fuckinβ timingβ in your ear. he reaches to answer his commlink, slowing down his hips against yours, but he quickly clamps a hand over your waist to stop you from rolling your hips, knowing youβre trying to tease him in this compromising moment. he squeezes his eyes shut and throws his head back, his throat tightening from the way he swallows hard, his tone strained. βno, iβm listening,β he says into his commlink, looking down at you with a look in his eyes that tells you to expect paybackβthatβs a promise.
hardcase is so unserious sometimes. heβs breathing hard as he answers his comms, startling you when he turns the device over to you, pointing it right under your lips. βitβs for you,β he teases. your eyes widen at him, and you pinch his bicep hard, mouthing, βnot funny!β but he thinks it is, chuckling under his breath before he takes control over the conversation again. you glare at him, only bringing out a wider, goofier grin from him as he continues to move his hips against yours, this time more lazily and slow. βuhh, yeah, iβm kinda busy right nowβ¦β he says.
gregor sighs against your lips, drawing your bottom lip out with a playful tug before he pulls away to answer his commlink. your legs are spread out wide, taking every inch of him, but your bodies seem to be frozen in time while he stares at you, furrowing his eyebrows a bit. you nearly die watching him fumble for a response. βnoβiβm not aloneββ he sees you shaking your head furiously so he says, βi mean, yeah, i amβ¦β and he grabs your face with his free hand, holding you still to stop you from distracting him, both of you trying not to laugh.
howzer presses his nose against the side of your face, inhaling deep and slow before he grabs his commlink roughly, like heβs pissed but doesnβt want to show it. he stares at you, his gaze serious. βnot a sound, alright?β he tells you as he strokes your cheek, waiting for you to nod before he answers it. he pauses a bit, seeing if youβll keep your word, and then he starts thrusting into you again, lifting your leg over his shoulder to hit you deeper. you press your hand over your mouth and squeeze your eyes shut, proving to him that he doesnβt have to stop.
emerie kisses the inside of your thigh as sheβs going down on you, murmuring, βis that mine? or yours?β you dig your fingers into her hair and moan, βoh, who caresss, fuck βem.β she sighs quietly and shakes her head, looking up to see that itβs her commlink. you whine in protest when she answers it, βemerie speaking,β but you fall silent when her dark gaze flicks toward you sternly, reminding you that she can take charge when she wants to. she slips her soft fingers inside of your pussy and gently strokes the inside of your walls, watching you fall apart.
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