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‘Ah, kriff’ Tech cursed under his breath, the small soldering iron in his hand sizzled and dripped onto the work bench he was sat at.
‘What’s wrong?’ You asked, glancing up from your book to see what the problem was.
‘These electronic plates are so small…’ he said distractedly, narrowing his eyes and leaning over to try and see the small disc more clearly.
He’d been working for hours. As soon as the Bad Batch had landed Tech had made a beeline straight for his workbench and carried on fixing one of Echo’s scoomp links while the other boys relaxed and played a game of sabacc.
Strictly speaking, you were here on a Republic job. The Jedi Master Shaak Ti had invited you to the Kamino complex with a small group of others to instruct some lessons for the new clones on the ships that were coming into production every rotation. With more and more fighters needed to keep up with the ever increasing demand for new clones, the experts had to be enrolled to help.
It was flattering, actually, that you were considered an expert. However, you suspected Commander Cody of the 212th and General Kenobi had something to do with this as Cody was familiar with your… situation.. with one defective clone in particular.
Not that you were complaining, which was how you’d met the Batch in the hanger bay and accompanied them to their barracks and joined in with their brotherly banter. It was so refreshing to see the group somewhat relaxed and not having to rush off world for another extended mission.
Even Crosshair seemed to enjoy your company, subtly rolling his eyes in your direction every time Wrecker got too enthusiastic with his story telling from their last few missions. You giggled at him and just enjoyed the company of the Batch, but you kept looking ever to Tech who had barely said three words since seeing you.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like having you here, he was just so caught up in his work he didn’t have time for anything else.
And that’s how you ended up here, your head stuck in a book with Tech still stuck at his workbench while the boys had headed off to the canteen for their evening meal. They’d asked if Tech wanted to join them but he waved them away with a mumbled ‘Busy, have to finish this.’ With that Hunter glanced at you with a shrug and they filed out of the room leaving you alone.
Finally, you’d had enough.
‘Tech, you’ve been working for hours.’ You say, standing up and putting your book down. You stride over to his desk and he looks up at you with tired eyes.
‘I know, I know. I’m sorry, but the faster I can fix this for Echo the more time I can spend with you,’ he sighs, slumping back in his chair with a huff.
You were touched and your heart melted for him, but you couldn’t just sit and watch him work non-stop all evening.
‘C’mere,’ you stay, shuffling to stand beside him. He looks up at you confused, adjusting his goggles with his free hand. ‘Move,’ you say, nudging his chair leg with your foot and he pushes his chair back far enough for you to clamber onto his lap.
You sit with your legs dangling by his waist and wrap your arms around his neck. He buries his face into your neck, breathing in your scent and he rubs your back affectionately with his free hand.
‘I’ve missed you, mesh’la,’ he whispers into your hair, his words muffled.
‘I missed you too,’ you say back to him, holding him tighter. You stay like that for a while, breathing quietly until Tech shuffles the chair forward and re-starts his work with you on his lap. You don’t mind. You’re just content to sit there and be close after so many weeks of not seeing him. It’s not very often you get to see him in his blacks either, so you focus on the feeling of his strong muscles moving beneath you as he works.
After a few minutes, he moves again so he can see the disc he’s rewiring in the light, but your hips move across his crotch and your breath catches in your throat. You can feel his hands stop moving for a split second at your reaction, and when you don’t do anything, he continues.
Suddenly, you’re acutely aware of your position and you feel your face grow hot. Between your legs, your pants start to dampen as your mind races with inappropriate thoughts about the man you’re currently sat on. An idea begins to form in your mind and you smirk against Tech’s neck.
Oh why not… you don’t know when you’re going to see him again…
Subtly, you shift your hips again, brushing yourself against his waist and you feel his bulge beneath his blacks. Tech gasps slightly and you smile to yourself. Composing himself again, he sets to focussing back on the table, but you can feel how unsteady his arms are.
You roll your hips again, this time dropping lower and dragging your core up the lump in his blacks with a small whine. Even from the small amount of friction, your wetness is seeping into your pants and you bite your lip to hold back a moan.
‘Sweetheart, you know I can’t right now,’ Tech groans in your ear, but despite his protest you feel his cock hardening beneath you. Ignoring him, you grind down again and you can’t hold back the moan that escapes as you let your head fall onto his shoulder.
‘Darling,’ he grits out between his teeth, his hips bucking slightly. ‘We can’t,’
‘But you feel so, ah- good,’ you groan, ignoring his warning and placing your hands on his shoulders. Straightening your back, you make a show of pushing and pulling your hips across his thighs. To go the extra mile, you also arch your back with a quiet moan and the sound that leaves Tech’s throat is downright, desperate .
With a clatter, Tech drops his equipment and clutches onto your hips and you gasp. He’s looking up at you with hard determination set in his eyes and lets a low groan escape which makes you bite your lip.
This is what you’d been waiting for, you think with a small smirk. Teasing Tech until he snaps always has it’s benefits. He’s always a little rougher and more authoritative when he takes you. Not that you don’t adore the way he worships your body when you make love slowly in the dark. With hushed praises and ‘I love you’s whispered between slow kisses, but it’s not what your body needs right now. You need Tech, and you need him to take you.
He leans forward and kisses your bare neck, dragging his tongue across your skin and grazing his teeth down your throat and you throw your head back with a whine. When your hips stutter because you’re too caught up in how his mouth feels, he grunts against your skin and grips your hips harder, pulling you down onto his clothed dick and raising his hips to meet yours. To show just how well he knows your body, he grinds his cock against your core in just the right way to stimulate your clit and you’re a moaning mess.
Your fingers claw for purchase on his muscled chest before settling back on his strong shoulders and riding out Tech’s sudden urge to claim you. But letting Tech stay in charge would ruin all your fun, wouldn’t it? With a smirk, you force yourself to look down at Tech and place a hand on his chest to push him back slightly.
Ever the gentleman, he glances at your hand, slows his movements with hips his and looks up at you with an eyebrow raised.
‘Is something the matter?’ He asks sincerely, but you just grin mischievously at him.
‘Not at all,’ you say, keeping one hand pressed firmly against his solid chest and taking control of the pace of your hips. You make sure to roll them firmly against his crotch, so you can feel all of his delicious cock against you. Tech watches your small display of dominance with a small smirk and one eyebrow raised. He keeps his hands on your hips but doesn’t try to move you, evidently enjoying the show.
You decide to go a step further, leaning down and ghosting your lips along the side of his jaw and you hear his breath hitch. Your pants are practically soaked by now, but you don’t care. This is what you’ve been waiting for.
Dragging your lips further along his skin, you reach the corner of Tech’s lips and hover there, waiting for him to reach up and close the distance between you. He groans as he’s just about to raise his chin, when you hear something that makes you both freeze and turn towards the door.
They’re quite a distance away, but there’s no mistaking the raucous sound of Wrecker stomping down the hall and multiple footsteps following. The boys are back earlier than you anticipated.
A devilish idea forms in your head and you turn to Tech with a sly smile.
‘If we’re quick, we can make it to your room and carry on there,’ Tech says quickly, always the one to think of a quick solution first. You push down with your hips and Tech whines in need. You hum, pretending to think about it. ‘Darling, please,’ he almost begs, his fingers digging into your hips slightly harder than before.
The footsteps are closer now and you can make out their voices.
‘Hmm,’ you lean in close to Tech’s ear, pulling his ear lobe between your teeth and you feel his cock pulse beneath you. ‘… no,’ you finish with a wicked grin as you pull back. The look on Tech’s face is priceless, his mouth his agape and his cheeks flushed from your activities.
They’re turning the corner into the hall, they’ll be here any second.
It’s not often that Tech’s speechless, but you’ve reduced him to a stuttering mess. You give him a wink, roll your hips once more, hard, and step off of him. You stride over to your previous seat and pick up your book just as the rest of the Batch return.
Wrecker is the first one to explode into the room, his arms laden with trays of food with Hunter, Echo and Crosshair following behind with glasses and cutlery. ‘Didn’t want you eatin’ on your own, so we brought the feast to you!’ Wrecker booms, slamming the trays down onto the empty counter as the other boys begin passing around glasses.
You glance over to Tech who has his jaw clenched and is staring at you with a look you’ve seen many times before. It says - ‘You’re gonna regret this’ and you usually love how he punishes you for it. You shiver slightly in anticipation for whatever he’s concocting in his brilliant mind for you.
You fake innocence and smile at him sweetly before turning your attention back to the others. ‘Thanks guys, that’s very kind of you,’ you say, getting up and patting Wrecker on the shoulder.
‘It’s nothin’,’ Wrecker grins shyly, and you guess that it was all his idea. It was very thoughtful of him, truthfully, but you have a feeling Tech might resent him for a few days after this.
‘Well, dig in, before Wrecker demolishes it all,’ Hunter says, appearing at your shoulder and passing you a knife and fork so you can start serving yourself.
‘I had to learn the hard way, don’t think I had my full ration packs when I first joined because Wrecker kept eating them all,’ Echo grumbled from across the table.
‘Hey!’ Wrecker say defensively, ‘I wasn’t used to having another person in the team,’ and he looks genuinely upset.
‘He knows, Wreck, he’s just winding you up,’ Hunter reassures his brother with a grin.
As you start to shovel food onto your tray, you glance back over to Tech and wonder why he hasn’t gotten up to eat yet. His eyes flick over to you and he glances down to his thighs and tightens his grip on his equipment again, his eyes set in concentration.
Oh, you realise with delight. He can’t stand up because of his erection. It takes all of your willpower to not burst out laughing at the situation. The rest of the batch are oblivious to their brother’s rather comical predicament and Tech’s just giving them the cold shoulder.
Why not have a little fun? You think and spot Hunter leaning over to get some more food. Hunter’s always a good sport, and you’ve played this game with him before when he wanted the attention of another girl in 79s. You were more than sure he’d be up for than challenge.
Walking over, you push in front of Hunter and make a show of bending over to reach the bread at the far side of the table, so your ass is pressed right up against his crotch. Thankfully, he still has his armour on, so you can’t feel anything. From behind, you can feel him tense before muttering, ‘What are you doing cyare?’.
You cast a glance at him over your shoulder with a smile. ‘Making Tech mad.’ And you see the realisation click in Hunter’s brain and he chuckles. ‘Is it working?’ You ask.
Hunter looks over at Tech who is glaring at you angrily, but you try to look busy scooping up some more food. Seeing Tech’s reaction, Hunter places his hands on your hips for added effect and leans down to whisper in your ear, ‘You’re going to be the death of me. I swear, he’ll kill me after this.’
‘He knows it’s not serious,’ you giggle back at him, trying to make it sound more flirtatious than intended. Tech, on the other hand, was trying to direct his gaze away from you, but all he could think about was the things he should be doing to you right now if you hadn’t decided to tease him like this. He was furious, but was secretly enjoying the little teasing display.
At that moment, Wrecker decided to shove his Tooka doll, Lula, in Tech’s face, complaining that she had a new hole in her leg. Tech wrenches his eyes away from you and tries to act civil with Wrecker. He ends up fishing around his station for a needle and thread.
While he’s sufficiently distracted, you straighten up and Hunter steps politely away from you. Echo catches your eye from where he’s sat on a crate, holding a glass of water in his good hand. ‘Working Tech up?’ He questions with a smirk.
‘Wanna be involved?’ You ask, waggling your eyebrows and shimming your hips to make light of the situation.
‘No, no,’ he laughs lightly, holding his hands up. ‘I don’t wanna be involved in whatever’s going on between you.’ You roll your eyes and wink at him, knowing that Echo was far too much of a model soldier to betray his bother like that, even as a joke. ‘But…’ he says slowly, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. He nods towards Crosshair and says, ‘I’m sure Crosshair would be more than happy to help.’
Crosshair is stood over on the wall next to his bunk, polishing his sniper and chewing on his toothpick as usual, his meal discarded in favour of cleaning his prized possession. At the mention of his name, he glances up and shifts the toothpick in his mouth. He’d obviously been listening in on your little plan. ‘Pissing Tech off? I’m in.’ He smirks. You all glance over to Tech who is sewing a little patch onto Lula’s leg while Wrecker holds her up like a worried parent, his eyes never leaving the needle. However, you could tell from the way Tech’s leg was bouncing under the table that he was far from calm and composed.
Seeing that he’s still distracted, Crosshair motions for you to join him and holds his sniper out to you. You raise an eyebrow in question but Crosshair just rolls his eyes and places it in your hands and guides it over your shoulder. Not expecting it to be that heavy, you buckle slightly under the weight. When you’re in a good enough stance, he presses his front to your back and shows you how to look down the sight and you half-heartedly follow his instructions, your head swimming with thoughts of just how pissed off Tech will be when he finally looks up.
One of Crosshair’s hands rests lightly on your hip and the other holds the sniper steady. To try and eliminate some of the awkwardness, Crosshair mutters about the different parts of the sniper and what they’re called and you nod along, pretending to listen and keeping your eyes firmly away from Tech.
Suddenly, Crosshair’s lips are brushing against your ear and you know he’s finally noticed. ‘He’s looking pretty mad,’ he warns and you can only imagine what Tech looks like.
‘That’s the plan,’ you whisper back, your stomach full of nervous butterflies. Crosshair, always willing to go the extra mile to outdo his brothers, moves his hand to splay across your stomach and shifts closer to you.
‘I hope it’s worth the fuck, because I don’t think he’ll ever forgive me for this,’ he swears in your ear and drags his hand further up your side.
You can’t help but glance over to Tech. He’s clutching the sewing needle so hard you’re afraid he might snap it. His other fist is clenched tightly on the counter table. Tech’s eyes aren’t even on Crosshair, or where his hands are. He’s looking directly at you and all you see is lust and his desperate need to get you alone. Now.
You suck in a deep breath and even Crosshair stills behind you. Echo and Hunter are looking between the two of you with their glasses held to their lips with barely contained grins on their faces. Even Wrecker, who’s usually slow to pick up on the room’s atmosphere is looking at Tech and then you nervously.
The tension in the air is palpable and Tech finally, finally, breaks the overwhelming silence.
‘I think Y/N has somewhere she needs to be.’ Tech says casually, but the look he gives you is anything but. You know this is a command, and there’s no room for argument this time. Feigning tiredness, you force a yawn quickly and peel yourself away from Crosshair. You mumble something about needing to get an early night and quickly rush to leave the room, sending the boys a wink before leaving. Crosshair smirks at you, folding his arms and Hunter and Echo raise their glasses slightly to you.
Once the door has slid shut behind you, Tech gives you ten seconds before quickly standing up to follow you. The door shuts behind Tech with a thud and Echo says, ‘She’s in for it.’
‘Yep, definitely.’ Hunter confirms, downing the rest of his drink and setting the glass on the counter with a chuckle.
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As soon as you’re in the corridor, you make a beeline for your room, your heart pounding in your ears as your mind begins to race with the possibilities of what Tech might have in store for you. Your shoes click on the sterile white tiles, your skin growing hot with each step in anticipation.
Two troopers pass by you, too caught up in their conversation to register that you’re there. Speeding, up your round a corner, trying to think of the quickest way back to your barracks but your mind has turned to mush.
From behind, you hear footsteps quickly approaching. At first you think it’s a trooper hurrying to get to the mess hall, but the strides sound purposeful. It only takes you a second to realise who it is and you lengthen your strides and your heart pounds in your ear. This corridor is too visible, you need to get somewhere private fast.
You jump and gasp when you feel your wrists being tugged from behind and you’re quickly whipped around. Your back hits the corridor wall with a thud and your hands are securely pinned above your head in one big hand. It’s sometimes easy to forget just how skilled he is at hand to hand combat and how he can disable your movements so easily, but in this moment it couldn’t have turned you on any more.
Tech’s looking down at you, his eyes stern and his eyebrows raised in challenge. It’s as if he’s giving you the opportunity to try and explain what your little shenanigans were about with Hunter and Crosshair. All you can think about it how close you are, how dominating Tech’s being and how he has you pinned up against the wall, with his thigh tucked between your legs in the middle of the facility. The whole scenario has you dripping.
As your brain short circuits and you don’t react immediately, Tech’s face softens and he loosens his grip on your wrists to give you chance to back out. You give him a small smile and push your wrist against his hand and with a smirk, he pushes you back against the wall with a bit more force.
‘Looks like someone’s worked up,’ you tease, lifting your head to try and capture his lips in a kiss, but Tech just pulls back and shakes his head with a sly look.
‘You know, if you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask.’ He says, pushing his thigh against your core and looking down on you as you squirm under his gaze. From experience, Tech knows you love this - working you up and teasing you just as much as you tease him.
‘Where’s the fun in that?’ You smile slyly, meeting his gaze. Tech leans down so his lips are just barely touching yours and he whispers in a low voice, ‘Naughty girl,’ and you shudder. He carries on with his barely there touch with his lips, moving to drag them across your jaw. ‘Putting yourself on show for my brothers like that, all just to get me to punish you, hm?’ He continues while his free hand trails up your side and grazes the side of your breast.
Kriff, anyone could see you now, but you can’t focus enough to check if the coast is clear, so all you do is whine in response.
‘I asked you a question, sweetheart.’ Tech says, a firmer edge creeping into his tone.
‘Yes, sir,’ you gasp out and Tech rewards you by covering your right breast and squeezing gently. You practically melt against the wall with a quiet moan.
‘You want for be punished?’ Tech asks, pulling away from you to look you in the eyes and see just how much you’re falling apart for him already. Your body is singing, desperate for his touch.
‘Yes, please,’ you beg, the words falling from your lips as you try again to reach up for his lips. But, like before, he pulls back and places one finger under your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes.
‘Oh, darling,’ he smirks, ‘we’re going to have a lot of fun tonight.’ He doesn’t let you catch your breath by dropping the hand on your breast to between your legs and pressing the heel of his hand against your clit. You start to whine in response but his other hand quickly comes to cover your mouth and you jump in surprise.
Sure enough, you can hear the footsteps of some other troopers coming down the hall. Eyes wide, you look to Tech, who winks and releases his grip on you and begins to straighten your clothes quickly. Just as Tech steps away from you, the other clones round the corner and you breathe a sigh of relief.
Tech gives them a polite nod as they pass which the group returns, but they eye you with uncertainty. It’s something you’ve grown used to as one of the only human females on the facility. To say these men are prepared for the clone war but startle at the sight of a woman makes you giggle almost every time. When they’ve passed you, Tech grabs your wrist and starts to pull you down the hall and you have to jog to keep up with his long legs.
He only stops when you reach your room door and lets you step forward to key in the code before ushering you inside. The instant the door clicks into place his hands are all over you, pushing you up against the durasteel door and kissing you like his life depends on it. All you can focus on is how he feels against you, his warm his hands are on your exposed skin and how his talented mouth works against yours.
With deft fingers, he works the zipper of your uniform and his long fingers brush against your soaked panties before dipping under the material and running through your soft folds. The suddenness of it all makes you moan into Tech’s mouth and you silently thank the Kaminoans for making sound proof walls. Usually, Tech would take his time working you up, but his patient demeanour is non-existent today.
‘Tell me, mesh’la,’ Tech growls between open mouthed kisses that leave you breathless. ‘How did it feel being pushed up against my brothers like that?’
‘Wha- what?’ You stammer, barely able to process the question. Tech’s long fingers skim through your pussy lips leaving you squirming and rocking your hips to get some more friction.
‘Did you like making a show of yourself to them?’ He asks again, catching your bottom lip between his lip and tugging. You force your eyes open and he’s looking straight back at you, a teasing look in his eye. ‘Did it make you wet knowing I was watching?
You practically scream when he accentuates his question by pushing two of his fingers into your entrance and you clench around him involuntarily. You let your head fall back against the door with a thud, your chest heaving from all of the stimulation. However, it seems Tech sees this as a sign of disobedience. ‘I asked you a question,’ he says, more sternly than before and puts one hand around the back of your head and pulls you forward to look him in the eye.
You think hard, trying to remember the question. ‘Yes,’ you pant as you think back to the lustful expression on Tech’s face mixed with jealousy as you bent over for Hunter.
‘I bet they couldn’t make you feel like this,’ Tech muses aloud just as he crooks his fingers at just the right angle to make you see stars. Your mouth opens in a silent moan and your knees almost buckle but he keeps you upright with a form grip on your waist.
‘That’s it darling, just feel it,’ and you do. You close your eyes and let your head fall onto his chest as you body shakes with the sheer pleasure of it all. He shifts his stance so that this thumb presses deliciously against your clit and you swear you black out for a second as your body tried to process what’s happening.
‘T- Tech, I’m close,’ you whisper pathetically, clawing at his chest.
‘Not until I say so,’ Tech answers firmly, but he doesn’t slow down. Instead, he seems to thrust his fingers even harder into you and increases the pressure on your clit.
‘I can’t, I can’t,’ you mumble and you can already feel the coil tightening between your legs.
‘Be a good girl for me,’ Tech whispers, but his words have the opposite effect and they shoot straight to your core. The orgasm wracks through your body, your thighs shake and you pulse around Tech’s fingers. In the back of your mind, you’re vaguely aware that you disobeyed a direct order. But the way your body tightens is too good. Despite not waiting for his command, Tech still pumps your through your peak as he can’t resist the way you just fall apart from him.
Like always, he holds you through your post-orgasmic bliss, his fingers still buried deep inside you when you finally find the strength to look up at him. Just by the look in his eyes, you can tell he’s not pleased. One of his eyebrows is raised and he lifts your chin up with his free hand to look at him properly.
‘What was that?’ He asks.
‘I’m sorry, sir’ you reply apologetically, hoping the pet name you only reserve for the bedroom will save you. He smirks appreciatively at that but still shakes his head and tuts.
‘Oh no, you’ve been a bad girl,’ he scolds lightly and you shiver again. His words alone make him clench around his fingers again and it doesn’t go unnoticed. ‘So you want to be a bad girl tonight?’ He asks. There’s no malice behind it, he’s genuinely curious to see what kind of mood you’re in for tonight. You duck your head and nod sheepishly.
‘Yes, sir,’ you admit shyly.
‘In that case,’ he says pulling his fingers out from your dripping pussy. ‘Kneel on the bed.’ He gestures to your small bed in the corner of the room and you hurry over on shaky legs with a blush creeping up your cheeks. You know what you expect and you can’t wait.
You position yourself on your hands and knees, back arched, facing the wall.
‘Such a good girl,’ Tech praises softly, walking over and stroking one hand over your ass. He kneads the skin with a quiet groan before hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling the clothing down your thighs. You hear him moan and you’re sure he’s admiring the mess he’s made between your thighs.
Without warning, Tech places both hands on your thighs and presses his face between your legs and licks a stripe up your pussy and gathers your juices on his tongue. You cry out from the overstimulation. He allows himself a few more licks which make you want to sink into the mattress before pulling away and you whine.
‘As much as I’d love to sit here and taste you all night, I’m afraid we have a punishment to attend to,’ he says and you can hear the smile behind it. You both can’t deny you love this little game you play. Tech always knows how far to push you and you both have the safe word - just in case.
He runs a hand over your supple ass again and squeezes lightly. ‘How many do you think you deserve?’ He hums, rubbing a hand between your shoulder blades.
‘Ten?’
‘Yes, I think that should suffice.’ Tech confirms and you rest your head against your pillow. The bed sinks slightly from where he kneels into position.
‘You remember the rules, mesh’la?’
‘Make sure I count every one,’ You recite diligently and Tech leans over to place a soft kiss on your shoulder.
‘Good girl, and remember your safe word.’ You nod and he shuffles back into position.
Before you can even prepare yourself for what’s to come, Tech’s hand cracks across the bottom of your ass cheek and you jump and hiss with the pain. ‘One!’ You yelp and he’s immediately soothing over the mark with his hand. While he tends to the first mark, his other hand strikes your other cheek and you muffle your moan, now anticipating the sting. ‘Two!’
‘You’re doing so well,’ Tech praises, rubbing up and down your thigh. After a few seconds, the third spank comes and you outright moan - ‘Three!’
By the fourth slap your body is trembling for the contact and you can feel your pussy dripping from the whole situation, and you know Tech will be able to see the affect he’s having on you.
‘Five!’ You cry, throwing your head back as the sting continues.
‘Enjoying yourself?’ Tech asks smoothly, as if he isn’t in the middle of spanking you. Glancing over your shoulder, you shoot him the most lustful look, ‘Always,’ you smirk, but your grin is soon wiped off your face as he brings his hand down again. ‘Six!’
‘Are you okay to continue?’ He asks seriously, taking your hand and running his thumb across the back of it.
‘Harder,’ you grin into the mattress and you can hear him chucks from behind you.
The next four slaps come in quick succession and you actually have to bite down on the pillow in shock. Wow, he really isn’t holding back this time, you think with a smile.
‘Seven!’
‘Eight!’
‘Nine!’
‘Ah- ten!’
As soon as you announce the tenth strike, Tech immediately moves from beside you and lays you on your side and reaches for the cream you keep in your draw to attend to your sore skin.
‘You did so well,’ he smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead as the cool gel sinks into your skin. You hum in agreement, blissed out on the high of arousal and Tech massaging your lower body.
Once he’s certain you’re taken care of, he moves back up your body and props his head up with a hand on his chin. ‘Ready to carry on?’ He smirks.
‘Of course,’ you reply, leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss, your body singing with anticipation of what’s to come. As you lose each other in the kiss, Tech gently sits you upright and pulls your shirt over your head, moving back to your lips as soon as he’s thrown the garment on the floor. With his eyes closed, he unclasps your bra and flings it across the room which makes you giggle and you feel him smile against your lips too.
This is the side of Tech you love to see in these moments, the pure, unfiltered happiness. He smiles so easily and doesn’t have to hide behind his helmet. You can feel every little facial expression and your heart melts for the man before you.
After a few minutes, his mouth leaves yours to trail down your jaw and along your collar bone. You sigh, leaning back to give him access to your chest and he doesn’t stop as he takes your breasts in his hands, gently kneading them as he kisses your soft skin. He pauses to take each nipple into his mouth in turn which makes you moan sinfully.
Eventually, he comes back up to your mouth and says between kisses, ‘I’d like to try something new, if you’ll let me?’ You pull back, your hands cupping his face.
‘What do you have in mind?’ You ask, knowing that whatever it is, you’re probably going to love it.
‘Well, it involves the mirror,’ he says, gesturing to the long, skinny mirror hanging next to your door.
‘Okay?’ You prompt.
‘And you’ll be sat like this.’ He says, repositioning himself so he’s sat with his legs off the edge of the bed. Once comfortable, Tech takes your hand and guides you over to sit on his lap with your back against his chest so you’re looking at each other in the mirror.
He smoothes down your hair and presses his lips to your temple.
‘Do you want to try it?’
You’re breathless. The very idea of it has you wet between your legs. The feeling of being exposed and watching the two of you makes you shudder.
‘Yes.’
Tech smiles and taps your thighs so you can both stand up. In no time at all, he’s shed his armour and his blacks, but you don’t have much time to admire his lean, muscular body before he’s sitting back down and guiding you onto his lap.
You lean back against his bare chest and sigh, finally feeling his skin against yours for the first time in what feels like forever and it seems like heaven. As always, his skin is warm and inviting and you have to resist the urge to snuggle into him.
You’re pulled from your thoughts as one of Tech’s hands snakes down your naked body to your clit and the other cups your breast. You direct your attention to the mirror and moan at the sight.
You’re straddling Tech’s strong thighs, with your legs either side of his so he’s keeping your spread out for him. His strong hands are roaming your exposed skin and you can see the way his veins and muscles move under his skin as he works you. The part that turns you on the most is the look in his eyes from over your shoulder as he places open mouth kisses along the skin there.
You throw your head back as he rubs your clit just right but you stop when he says, ‘Eyes on me.’ He’s back to the firm commanding tone and it goes straight to your core.
You can’t wait any longer. Looking Tech directly in the eyes, you raise your hips slightly and use your hand to hold his cock in place. He’s hard and already leaking from the tip, so you swipe your thumb across the liquid and bring it to your mouth with a groan. Tech squeezes your breast appreciatively while you hold his dick again and slowly sink onto him.
You both moan loudly, enjoying the feeling of finally getting what you needed. The feeling was so overwhelming, you almost forgot to watch as you sank all the way down until you were fully seated on his dick. Tech whispers praises in your ear and you raise your hips slightly before slipping back down his length. The way his thighs flex make you clench around him which elicit the most gorgeous sounds from Tech.
Soon, you find a stable rhythm and you can’t deny that seeing your reflection in the mirror isn’t turning you on more than ever before. Your eyes are glued to where his dick is entering you and Tech’s hyper focused on the way your breasts bounce each time you drop back down. He takes them in his hands, stroking your sensitive buds every time you sit on him fully.
‘You look gorgeous,’ he moans in your ear. ‘Do you like watching yourself fuck my cock?’ You could’ve passed out in that moment. Just listening to his delicious accent say such filthy things had you riding him harder.
‘Oh, yes you do,’ he groans in your ear, catching the ear lobe in his teeth and murmuring, ‘such a filthy girl.’
‘Ah! Tech!’ You moan loudly, rolling your hips back against him. The sounds of skin slapping fill the room, as well as both of your pants and groans.
‘So- good,’ He stutters and lowers both hands to your hips. Now he has more leverage, he starts thrusting up into you with solid, hard strokes which take your breath away. In your reflection you can see the sheen of sweat covering you both, but you don’t care as your gaze never leaves Tech’s. The new angle makes you see stars so you cry out. Tech reaches up and places one hand on your throat, and that’s the tipping point for you. Seeing Tech pounds up into you with his hand around your throat has your climax rapidly approaching.
As your walls begin to clench, you feel Tech’s cock twitch. You’re so close to letting your eyes fall shut when Tech’s other hand comes up and holds your chin in place, forcing you look look at him.
‘Are you ready?’ He asks, breathless and disheveled.
‘Y-yes!’ You scream, just waiting for his explicit permission before allowing yourself to fall over the edge.
‘Cum for me, darling.’
And with that you’re spamming around his cock, chest heaving and moans falling from your lips as you force yourself to keep your eyes locked with Tech. You see the moment his orgasm hits as his eyes widen ask his dick pulses within you. You both ride out your highs until you’re trembling from overstimulation.
Overcome with exhaustion and post-orgasmic bliss, you slump back into Tech’s chest with a hazy sigh. He wraps his arms around you and simply holds you until you come back around. You can feel the way he strokes your hair and draws lazy patterns on your arms until you look up at him with happy eyes.
‘Was the teasing worth it?’ You smirk, planting a kiss on his lips.
Tech grumbles something unintelligible against your lips and you laugh. For the meantime, you’re just content to stay in his arms.
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Once you’ve both showered, Tech tucks you into bed with a glass of water before he makes his way back to his barracks with a blissful smile on his face. When he enters the room he freezes as four pairs of eyes turn to face him. Tech was just about to open his mouth to ask what was going on when Hunter says -
‘Yep. He definitely got some.’ And the boys erupt with laughter from their places around the table as Tech blushes furiously.
‘You were in on it, weren’t you?’ He says, more of a statement than a fact.
‘Obviously.’ Crosshair grins, flicking his toothpick across the room so it bounces of his chest.
‘I’m going to murder all of you.’ Tech grumbles as he goes back to his work station as his vode laugh again, with thoughts of you and a mirror swirling around his exceptional mind.