Prompt 36 Female reader/Hunter/Tech
Tech and Hunter are losing against Reader (bounty hunter or something) and she says the line to them with a wink. They eventually realize that she’s cheating. She’s been seeing the cards in Tech’s goggles or something and strip Sabacc gets interesting
Spit roasting if possible. Hunter can smell how excited she is or something when he takes off his top and is just left in the bottoms
god I love the Hunter/Tech dynamic it's one of my favorites. Hope you enjoy my dear <33
A Good Way to Pass the Time
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Pairing: Hunter/Reader/Tech
Rating: Explicit (minors dni)
Warnings: PiV, Spitroasting, MFM threesome, light degradation (use of slut and whore), dirty talk, strip sabacc
Word Count: 3.1k
You didn’t typically take jobs that directly opposed the Republic; no matter how strong the underground circles were, they didn’t have the resources to protect you from the hordes of clones the Republic threw at valuable assets. This job, however, seemed to be low-risk, high-reward: all you needed to do was steal a few pieces of sensitive information from a seemingly low-security base. The pay was good, and the Hutts had even offered to forgive one of your friend’s debts. In hindsight, you should’ve realized the job was too good to be true.
The base was on a remote snow planet in the Outer Rim-- Chirgay, if you remembered your briefing correctly. The name didn’t seem to matter too much as you trudged through the frozen hellscape to the base. The grey building nearly melted away in the thick fog, and you almost walked into one of the thick walls. Thankfully, you were able to avoid the embarrassment, sliding into one of the tunnels you had discovered instead.
Your boots clicked on the tile floor of the base. Everything was eerily silent; you wondered if this was some sort of trap set up by the Hutts to kill you. It wasn’t until you saw Republic iconography that you released the nervous breath you were holding. Edging carefully down the halls, you eventually came to a door marked with several security clearance warnings. If there was sensitive information stored in the building’s computers, you’d access it from there.
You made quick work of the lock, scanning the door for any sort of hidden mechanisms. When you were sure you were in the clear, you inched the door open and slipped inside. As you were about to sigh in relief, you came face to face with a man (a soldier? But he didn’t look like a clone) sitting in a chair with a datapad in hand. A pair of goggles rested on his face, and the glow of the computers made the lenses reflective; your look of shock was mirrored back to you in the glass mockingly.
“Hello,” the man said smugly. You reached for your blaster, but the flash of a stun bolt hit you before you could even unholster your weapon.
You woke up on the floor of a different room, hands cuffed behind your back. The man who shot you earlier was crouched beside you, and you could see at least two other pairs of legs from your position. You shot upright violently, trying to jerk your arms out of the binders.
“Someone’s awake,” a sibilant voice drawled from behind you. Craning your neck, you saw a lanky man with a rifle slung over his shoulder and a man with a litany of prosthetics. In front of you was an impossibly large man with a scar who peered at you from behind a stockier man with long hair. The man with goggles grabbed your arm and pulled you upright.
“Did you get in contact with Cody?” he asked, and you grimaced. Though you didn’t know who these men were, you were definitely familiar with the Marshal Commander. They had to be Republic soldiers if they reported to him.
“He’s not on Coruscant. We’re gonna have to take her there ourselves,” the man with long hair reported. A few of the men groaned.
“I don’t love being cooped up here, but it’s better than six days of hyperspace on the ship,” the large man complained, and the man with the rifle nodded.
“At least here I can go outside if I need some peace and quiet,” he said. Your eyes bounced back and forth between your captors, trying to piece together your predicament.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m handcuffed?” you tried the innocent girl angle, rattling the cuffs behind you pathetically. “I just got lost in the storm and needed shelter.
The man with the rifle snorted and you pursed your lips. A quick glance around told you that no one was buying your story.
“Nice try, but we’re not that dumb,” the man with long hair said.
“Yeah, and even if we were, you’ve got at least two arrest warrants out on ya,” the large man added. You slumped your shoulders, figuring that you weren’t going to win this battle while outnumbered five to one.
“We still have to keep watch here, in case they send someone else. Crosshair, Wrecker, and I could stay here, while you and Tech take her back to Coruscant?” the man with the prosthetics finally spoke up with a plan.
“Sounds good to me,” the man with goggles-- Tech, you assumed-- nodded in agreement. The large man, who you guessed had to be Wrecker, looked visibly relaxed knowing that he wouldn’t have to leave the base.
“Is that alright with you, Hunter?” he asked. Wrecker’s need for confirmation made you conclude that the one with long hair-- Hunter-- must be the leader in some way.
“Yeah, we can do that. You guys stripped all her weapons, right?” Hunter asked. The slim man, who had to be Crosshair by process of elimination, tossed your blasters and knife onto a small table. Hunter surveyed the weapons before turning and walking over to you slowly. You narrowed your eyes, hoping that he couldn’t sense your nervousness. He looked you up and down before reaching into your jacket pocket and procuring another small knife that you had tucked away in case of emergency. You resisted the urge to swear loudly.
“Must’ve missed this one,” Hunter commented, pocketing the knife without ever breaking eye contact with you. His intensity made you shudder.
“Well, I think we should get going. If Cody is unavailable, it is even more pertinent that we head to Coruscant in a timely manner,” Tech said, pulling you out of your staring contest with Hunter. Without missing a beat, he grabbed you by the shoulder and started guiding you out of the room and towards the hangar. As he removed you from the room, you tried in vain to hear what the others were muttering to Hunter.
The first few hours in hyperspace were tense. Tech kept making slight adjustments to the flight path, startling you alert every few minutes. Hunter stared at you with such intensity that you thought you were going to explode; every time you glanced over at him, he was scanning over you intently.
It had been Tech’s idea to keep you in the cockpit. Hunter had wanted to keep you in binders in the cargo hold, but he was outvoted by Tech’s reasoning that the trip was too long for that, as well as your threats to break as many things as you could if he locked you up. In the cockpit, there would always be someone to keep an eye on you. After several hours, Tech turned over the controls to Hunter and slipped back into the body of the ship, likely to get some sleep. You dozed as well, noting that the boys had switched while you were asleep; Tech was now stationed back in the pilot’s seat.
After a day, you were hopelessly bored. Against your better judgment, you started pestering Hunter, who was lounging in the pilot’s seat and twirling his knife.
“Talk to me,” you demanded. Hunter just snorted.
“Why would I do that?” he said dismissively.
“Because I’m bored. And I’ll only become more annoying if you don’t entertain me,” you replied. The door to the cockpit slid open and Tech strode in, fiddling with some device. You brightened at the prospect of a new person to annoy. “Tech, Hunter won’t entertain me,”
“He has no reason to,” Tech replied matter-of-factly. You sighed dramatically, readying yourself to start rambling on about the most annoying topic you could think of. Before you could start, however, Hunter seemed to concede to your whims.
“Fine. Let’s play Sabacc,” he said, digging around in a drawer for a deck to play with. Tech gave him a sideways glance, confused at his suggestion.
“What are we going to play with? It’s not like we’re going to give her any credits,” he said. Hunter turned back to you, one eyebrow raised. You got the message quickly and gave him a nod.
“I was thinking more along the lines of Strip Sabacc,” Hunter said. From what you knew about Tech, you fully expected him to splutter and drop what he was working on. Instead, he just set his tools down calmly and gestured over to you, still sitting on the floor.
“That’s hardly fair. We would be at a significant advantage due to our armor,” he reasoned. You shrugged, looking between the two men.
“I don’t mind. I’m pretty good at Sabacc,” you said.
“If you insist,” Tech said, taking the deck from Hunter and settling on the ground, dealing out a hand to the three of you.
All worries that Tech had about unfairness were out the window in three hands. By the tenth, he was starting to get suspicious. He and Hunter lost nearly all of their armor, only their thigh plates left. You, on the other hand, had only lost both of your socks.
“No fucking way,” Hunter said as you set your cards down. It was the seventh hand in a row you had won. Tech shook his head as he moved to take off the last of his armor.
“This seems statistically impossible. There’s no way you should be winning so often,” he said. You smiled coyly as you dealt another hand. As the boys held up their cards, you glanced over at Tech. His goggles were perfectly reflecting his hand and most of Hunter’s. You felt a bit bad about cheating, but they were turning you over to the government; you were allowed to have a bit of fun.
“Come on, I don’t know why you’re complaining. You were the ones who wanted to play strip Sabacc, remember?” you said with a wink. Tech glared at you but noticed that something was slightly off about your gaze. You weren’t quite looking him in the eye, instead looking almost at his cheekbones. You were looking at the bottom of his goggles.
“Hunter, look at me,” Tech snapped his head to his brother quickly. “Can you see your reflection in my goggles?”
“What? Yeah, I thought you knew that already--” Hunter cut himself off, the realization hitting him. Your eyes flew open as both of the men turned back to you, Hunter with a small flash of annoyance, Tech with a look of intrigue.
“I should’ve known the only way to account for a statistical impossibility was cheating,” Tech said in an even tone. Their stares were so intense that you felt yourself shiver. It wasn’t until you felt the heat pooling in your abdomen that you realized that the shiver wasn’t just from nerves alone.
“I guess it only makes sense that you wouldn’t play fair,” Hunter said, voice a low growl. You tried to subtly rub your legs together, but Tech caught you in the act. One hand shot out to grab your knee, holding your legs open slightly.
“It’s only fair that you make up for the times you should’ve lost, isn’t that right?” Tech said, eyes flicking all over your face to make sure that you were okay with his actions. “I think that three articles of clothing should be sufficient,”
Eyes locked with Tech’s you began to slowly remove your shirt. Goosebumps erupted on the newly exposed skin, the cool air of the ship a stark contrast to your now overheated body. As you discarded your shirt, you allowed them a moment to appraise you before you began working at the button on your pants.
“Beautiful,” Tech muttered under his breath as you began to shimmy out of your pants. You felt a shock of arousal bolt through you at the praise, your panties growing damp in anticipation. You had just barely gotten your bottoms off before Hunter was grabbing you by the ankle and pulling you into his lap. Even Tech looked a bit startled.
“Fuck, cyar’ika. Can smell how turned on you are,” he said, pulling your hips flush with his. You could feel his cock growing hard through his blacks and you whimpered softly. “Gonna eat this pretty pussy until you’re a mess on the floor,”
“Wait, Hunter,” Tech placed a hand on your arm, the touch surprisingly gentle compared to the way Hunter was manhandling you. “Are you sure you want this, sweetheart?”
You smiled warmly at Tech’s concern, looking between him and Hunter. “I think that if you two don’t fuck me now, I’ll just go take care of myself,”
Your teasing snapped Tech back out of his concern and he forced you to lie down by your shoulders. He positioned himself so that your head was in his lap, his fingers roughly carding through your hair.
“Bet you taste as sweet as you smell,” Hunter growled, throwing your legs over his shoulders and pawing at the fabric of your panties. Grabbing his abandoned vibroblade, he easily cut through the material and threw the useless scrap of fabric off to the side. You barely had time to register what was happening before Hunter was licking a warm stripe up your pussy, gathering the slick that was dripping there.
“Fuck, Hunter!” you cried out and tried to reach for his hair, but Tech grabbed your arms and pinned them above your head with one hand.
“Bad girls don’t get to touch,” he chastised, reaching down with his free hand to grope your breast through your bra. “You’ll take what we give you,”
“Yes, sir,” you whined eagerly as Hunter devoured you. Your hips would jerk every time he swirled his tongue around your clit, trying desperately to chase the feeling of his tongue. Hunter growled against you as you bucked against his face, clearly enjoying the show.
“So fucking sweet,” he mumbled into your folds, teasing your hole with his tongue. His thumb came up to play with your clit as he fucked you with his tongue. You writhed on the ground, still restrained by Tech’s bruising hold on your wrists. You felt your orgasm grow closer and closer as Hunter continued his work.
“Fuck, Hunter, I’m gonna come,” you whimpered out a warning. With one last lick to your clit, Hunter pulled away entirely, leaving you a whining mess on the ground as you fell away from the edge. “Come on, that’s not fair!”
“Since when are you concerned with fair, cyar’ika?” Hunter smirked, his face glistening with your slick. The sight was enough to make you moan loudly.
“So loud,” Tech scolded as he helped pull you into a kneeling position. Hunter stood over you, a predatory gleam in his eye.
“I think I can shut her up,” he said, suddenly gripping you by the hair and pulling you downward. You caught yourself on your hands, suddenly at eye-level with the prominent bulge in his blacks. Hunter laughed as your eyes went wide.
“Think you can take both of us at once, sweetheart?” Tech said from behind you. Involuntarily, you clenched around nothing. Tech laughed and smacked your ass gently, causing you to yelp. “Should’ve known what a little whore you are,”
The tone of his voice combined with his filthy words caused you to push back against the man, trying to get him to touch you. The rustle of fabric sounded from behind you, and you glanced over your shoulder to see Tech stroking his cock lazily. You bit your lip.
“Hey, eyes over here,” Hunter said, grabbing your chin and forcing you to face him. His own cock was in his hand, and you submissively opened your mouth for him. As you were about to take him in your mouth, Tech sunk into you with a groan, causing you to jerk forward and choke on Hunter’s cock. His grip on your chin tightened as his cock hit the back of your throat, and he pulled out quickly to make sure you wouldn’t choke.
“So tight,” Tech groaned behind you, setting a languid pace as he let you adjust to his size. Relishing in the way you stretched around Tech, you once again wrapped your lips around Hunter’s cock, this time more focused on tracing the throbbing vein on the underside with your tongue.
“You look so good like this, cyar’ika,” Hunter breathed shakily as you bobbed your head on his length. “Stuffed from both ends like a good slut,”
Your moans were muffled by Hunter’s cock as Tech picked up his pace, taking stock of every move that made your walls tense around him. It wasn’t long until he hit that spot inside you that made your vision blank out, and you moaned wantonly on Hunter’s length. The vibrations made him twitch in your mouth and grab you by the head, guiding you up and down his cock.
“Fuck, not gonna last,” Hunter muttered out as he twitched on your tongue once more. “Where do you want me to come?”
You answered by taking him all the way down your throat. He groaned as he thrust his hips a few times before spilling in your mouth, making sure you had swallowed every drop. The noises Hunter made as he came brought you closer and closer to the edge, combined with the way Tech was now fucking you roughly and muttering praises above you. He brought his hand around to play with your clit, and it only took you a few more thrusts before you were moaning eagerly as you came. Tech swore as you tightened around him, hips stuttering as he came inside you. The two of you worked through your orgasms, Tech thrusting lazily as you milked his cock. Hunter had recovered enough to catch you when your arms gave out from exhaustion.
“Fucking hell,” you mumbled as Hunter held you. Tech ran to a closet to grab a few blankets, laying them over your mostly naked body as you twitched through the aftershocks of your orgasm. When he had tucked himself back into his blacks, he joined you and Hunter on the floor. “Can we do that again?”
Tech raised an eyebrow at you, and Hunter laughed at your eager look. Glancing at the clock, Tech pressed a soft kiss to your temple.
“It appears we still have about 110 hours of travel time,” he reported.
“Good. As soon as you two have recovered, I want a real punishment for cheating,” you said flirtatiously.
You probably should have waited to ask for your punishment, because you couldn’t sit down for the remainder of the trip.
