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tbb x gn reader: what it's like to be in a relationship with them
warnings: inclues more explicit ones towards the end of each batcher (18+)
A/N: thank you!! this was fun to write
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Hunter
Hunter is not good at communicating feelings and he's also quite independent so for him to end up in a relationship with you, you must be rather special. (i feel like this man is somewhere on the aromantic spectrum). Like, at first he'll try to tell himself he's not developing feelings but it gets to a point where he can't deny it anymore.
But then the actual confession and getting together is quite smooth and you're quick to settle into a routine together.
It's also very important to him that you get along with his brothers and Omega so one of the first things he does is introduce you to them and see how you vibe. It really lights up his heart then whenever he sees you with them because he has all his favourite people in one spot and it just makes him happy.
Also he's slightly overprotective/overbearing even if he tries his best not to be. Unfortunately, he has anxiety. He just wants you to be safe and would always like you to be in his line of sight at all times even if he knows you're more than capable. Like, if he's somewhere crowded with you, he'll keep a hand on your lower back and if you're out alone, he'd want the occasional update on what you're doing and where you are.
He will also definitely show of his knife skills and if you ask him, he'll teach you a few tricks (with the added bonus of you being better protected).
And if it comes to intimacy⌠let me tell you that man becomes obsessed. He will want to sneak a kiss whenever it's possible, even if it's just a peck on your forehead or whatever, but he will want to be close to you.
And in bed, anything you ask of him, he'll do. Usually, he prefers to be in control of things, especially because it's easier for him to stop whenever his senses get overwhelmed/overstimulated but he's not against you taking control and directing him. He will definitely turn into a whimpering mess and he lovesss when you play with his hair.
Aftercare is the one thing he struggles with because by then his senses are usually near their limit and he needs some quiet and no touch but he tries to prepare things beforehand so you can stay in bed with him because he still wants you close.
Tech
Once he realises he has feelings for you, it doesn't take long for Tech to confess his feelings because he sees no reason to hide them, especially since he has already recorded multiple signs that you feel the same about him.
He's not very good at actually expressing his feeling and being vocally reassuring though so he expresses his love in small gestures or by building/improving things around your house. Like, if you struggle with a task, he'll come up with a way to make it easier for you even if you never asked for it.
Also absolutely loves ranting to you about any interest he's currently invested in and wants to show you what he's working on. He's not self-adsorbed though and also equally adores seeing you light up whenever you talk about one of your interests. He'll even take little notes and will look it up if it's not something he's heard of before.
He's also already mapped out what makes you annoyed, angry, sad and so on, even if he doesn't always understand the reason behind it, but he has catalogued what usually helps you and has it ready.
You two will also argue a lot but usually it's good-natured and more so a discussion than anything with a mean intent.
A problem he has though is the way he gets absorbed in projects and will forget the time so you often have to remind him to take care of himself and to not bring his projects into the bed because you'd like some space please. It lead to more than one actual argument but you can usual work it out with creating a space for Tech to work close to you and having certain places off-limits.
Regarding intimacy, so extremely experimental in bed. Just loves to try different things and how you react to them. Tech also leans more into the soft dom vibe and loves to be the one leading his little experiments with you but is always sure you're the most comfortable you can be.
On the rare times you take control, he's a mess, babbling nonsense because he's just so sensitive. Definitely loves to be told how amazing he is too and will melt if he sees you look down at him.
As for aftercare, it takes a bit for him to get the hang of it fully. He will help you clean and all that but he doesn't fully know how to deal with high emotions after a particular intense night but with time he will definitely learn and anticipate your every need in this part of your relationship too.
Wrecker
Very happy and easy guy to get along with and most of your relationship is very easy breezy. Like, he makes you laugh a lot and tells so many funny stories about his life. Also loves to go on little adventures with you, even if it's just fishing out on the sea for a few hours. And would love to learn proper cooking with you and spend time together creating amazing dishes for you and his family.
Generally also a very touchy guy, loves to just hold hands with you at all times or have physical contact in some way and an amazing cuddler. Also big on you asking him for help with carrying things or reaching for things high up (if you're shorter than him)
Very emotionally intelligent and reassuring if you're struggling too and doesn't try to cheer you up right away but will let you let out your emotions and only cheer you up if you're ready.
What he struggles with most though is being the one who is being taken care of emotionally because usually he was the one his brothers came too for help.
Also I could see him struggling with food at first, specifically hoarding and sometimes going hungry because they barely had enough for him during the war so you'll have to show him that he won't be going hungry. Also, he will always have snacks hidden somewhere and available at all times.
As for intimacy, the guy loves to just make out with you, even if it doesn't go further than that. Just loves being close to you basically and doesn't have many preferences though he loves having you on top of him, no matter who of you is in control.
His stamina is seemingly endless too and he can go many rounds before he's ever tired so whatever plans you have in mind will be achievable in one night. Might be a bit scared to hurt you at first though but is not afraid to be a bit rougher once you show him you're not that fragile.
For aftercare, he will not want to let you go and wants to hold you close, falling asleep arm in arm even if you will complain about waking up sticky the next day.
Crosshair
Being in a relationship with Cross isn't always easy. He's snarky and grumpy most of the time because he hates being vulnerable
But with time he'll start to trust you and that doesn't mean he'll lose his sarcastic side but he will get emotionally vulnerable every once in a while, when it's just the two of you cuddled up together (but he won't meet your eyes during the conversation)
He's also just so incredibly insecure. He doesn't want to hurt you or mess up and he always feels as if he doesn't deserve the nice things in life (you). So you'll have to do a lot of reassuring. Not always verbal, sometimes it's enough if you think of him and bring him his favourite sweets back (he has an insatiable sweet tooth in my mind).
And if you're feeling down, he's not the best at reassuring you verbally but he's there for you if you need a hug or just someone close. He's also big on doing things for you without you having to ask for them. Like, he'll just take care of certain things.
On a regular day, the two of you will also probably spend most of your time next to each other without talking. Like, he might be cleaning his rifle or doing some new hobby he picked up like drawing while you are occupied with your own thing.
Cross is also a clean freak so he will either continuously remind you to clean or do it himself when you're too slow for his liking while glaring at you. His intent isn't really to be mean but he much prefers a clean home and he will make that known.
Now if we're talking intimacy, this man is a brat. Whether he is in a more dominant or submissive mood, he will not do what you ask him to. If he's the one taking control, that man will tease you until you're tearing up. If it's you, you have to put him in his place. Also very big on praise if he's subbing, tell that man he's doing good and he will tear up (which he will deny and he will hide his face too but you saw it).
In general he's more of a sub though and loves listening to you when you're using a more authoritative voice. Also has an oral fixation and he lovesss having your mouth on him or you telling him to use his mouth on you. Generally, mouth stuff gets him going.
He's quite kinky but not against going more slow and vanilla, really just depends on his mood tbh. But always will make sure you're comfortable, no matter how far the two of you go.
Aftercare is a 50/50 with him. He either needs a moment to himself because the intimacy left him a bit too vulnerable for his liking or he will cater to your every need after he left you entirely drained after too much teasing.
Echo
Such a gentleman even before the start of your relationship. Like, he'll help you with household tasks and all without you having to ask. And once you're in a relationship, he will make sure both of you are taking on about equal responsibility and both of you are happy with the amount of work.
Also loves spending a lot of time with you because he knows how short life can be and he has lost so many already, he wants to have the best memories with you. And he just loves casual contact with you, like your knees touching when you're sitting next to each other or you leaning your head on his shoulder while you're both reading something.
Very big on communication too, loves reminding you about how he feels and loves hearing it when you tell him you love him. Just in general a huge fan of being open and not hiding each others feelings.
Sometimes he goes against his own beliefs though and is a bit withdrawn if he has a particular bad day regarding his past. What you can do later that day, when he's gotten a bit better again, is to offer to help him with his prosthetics and any sore spots that definitely accumulate with how much he's wearing them.
(Generally also not the best at taking care of himself because he always thinks he can manage so he's even more grateful when you're there for him)
Echo is a bit more tentative with intimacy at first though. He knows he's good at it and he has more experience than the rest of the batch but that was before the citadel and Skako Minor.
Now he is a bit unsure of how to navigate the entire thing with his new prosthetics because he doesn't want to hurt you and he also wants to make it enjoyable for you. But you can very easily convince him once he sees how much you enjoy being close to him and he goes soft for any praise you mutter even though he's usually the one to top and dom.
Not very experimental (anymore) but loves to indulge you if you have certain fantasies.
Immaculate at aftercare too. Knows exactly what you need and will absolutely pamper you like there's no tomorrow (and careful not to touch you with his prosthetics cuz they're cold on your warm skin lol)
Where the clones like to be kissed.
Clones included: Hunter, Tech, Wrecker, Crosshair, Echo, Rex, Fives, Cody, Wolffe and Fox.
Hunter: Everywhere. We all know his senses are heightened, anywhere you kiss him will literally just make him combust. Though he does quite enjoy when you kiss his lips than anywhere else.
Now- where would he kiss you? I believe he likes to kiss you on the temple/ you're forehead. It feels very domestic which- after everything? He needs quite a bit of it.
Tech: I'd say he likes being kissed on both his temple- above his goggles, as well as little kisses in the corner of his lips (though you usually only do that when he's talking on and on).
He would love kissing you on the cheek. It feels intimate without being OUTRIGHT. It usually means he can kiss you're cheek in front of his brothers without it feeling like his brothers are seeing something too personal.
Wrecker: He loves being kissed on the cheek, because hes so tall you either have to go on your tippy toes, or he has to lean down, but it combats his usual toughness, which he really adores.
He also likes kissing your cheek. Having your face in his large hands- it makes him happy. Though he definitely also just likes to pepper kisses wherever he can- all across your face.
Crosshair: He loves to be kissed on his jaw, there's no why to why he likes it, he just does! He also knows he has an amazing jawline and everything so.. MAYBE there is a why.
He likes to kiss your neck. It gives him a sense of control- something he feels slipping through his fingers.
Echo: He likes to be kissed everywhere. Considering what the Empire did to him, he feels a bit insecure at moments- especially intimate moments with you, so even the smallest kisses, anywhere on his face, really diminishes the insecurities he has. He's extremely grateful for you.
He likes to kiss you on you're lips. To him its very intimate and intimate things and moments are very special to him, he holds them close to his heart. But honestly, remembering he can kiss you anywhere also just- makes his whole day.
Rex: He LOVESS when you kiss cheek and his lips. He comes off as a stern Captain (he does have his moments of letting go, of course) but when you kiss him on his lips/cheek, he really just melts.
He likes kissing you on the temple, specifically when he's able to put a hand on the other side of you're head, guiding you to him and keeping you there, his lips pressed to you're temple.
Fives: Lips and neck. Fives is-touchy, really. He's happy wherever you kiss him, he just really prefers when you kiss his lips and neck. It makes him all warm and fuzzy AT HIS GROWN AGE (which is probably 6 or smth..).
He likes kissing your neck. NO question about it. It feels so intimate and while it can come off as sexual- a lot of the time it is'nt with Fives. He just really enjoys kissing you're neck.. a lot.
Cody: He likes when you kiss him over his scar. It remind him you're always with him really, whenever he remembers he has the scar- he just thinks of every time you've kissed it.
He likes kissing you're lips. He's a man with a hard life- when he come's home and he gets to just kiss you into oblivion, he's happy! He's also a big fan of having you in his lap and kissing you there.
Wolffe: He LOVES when you kiss his jaw and neck, its literally his favorite thing of all time. Especially if you bite or nibble at his neck, UGH he loves it. He is also a fan of just gentle kisses!
We all know where he likes to kiss you. Is the neck, obviously, he's in THE wolf pack, why wouldn't he? He doesn't even really know why he likes it so much, he's also a biter, so expect him to kiss AND bite at you're neck.
Fox: He's a sucker when you kiss him in the corner of his mouth, it has him CHASINGG. He's an impatient man however, so you don't make him wait to kiss his lips.
He like's kissing you're lips. Its simple, its intimate, and its all he needs to feel warm after a VERY long day.
can you do headcannons of drunk hookups with the bad batch members đđ
Oh you get it.
Drunk hook ups with The Bad Batch.
(Little note: Iâm not the best at writing nsfw/smut but Iâll definitely try!
MDNI
Hunter:
Look you were drunk- but not drunk enough to not notice the clone looking at you from across the cantina. Youâd been going to Cidâs for a while, she had good drinks, and anytime the clone group that showed up was there, he was looking at you.
And he was HOT. Maybe it was the tattooâs? Or the mid length hair? Or the bandana you wish you could tug on while riding him. Who knows.
But the drinks have encouraged you, so you went over to him. If he was just going to stare, whatâs the fun in that?
He was awkward at first, that was clear. But his voice- it made you squirm. Then came the flirting, the bold words and insinuations, the deep chuckles that came from him. Then it was him guiding you to one of the rooms in Cidâs cantina.
Heâd watch you strip with fascination, taking his own clothes off with a look that seemed.. nervous. He was happy for you to ride him, so maybe it was his first time? Huh. Youâd thought the blonde kid was his.
Once you sink down on his cock, you just have to sit there for a moment, your head resting against his chest. He was packing, apparently those tattooâs did go right down to his pelvis. He was a good length, just a bit over average, but fuck was he thick. It was the best feeling youâve had in a while.
He was guiding your hips slowly, trying hard not to buck up, but before long he was. His hands undecided on whether to palm your ass, or fondle your breasts. His eyes were fixed right where you two met, watching his cock sink deep into you,
Once he recognises what you like, you better believe heâs got you switching positions. Youâre on your back now, her legs wrapped around his hips as he pushed in and out- your body practically vibrating. Heâs not letting you have a break until you cum on his cock, and once you do, heâs pulling out cumming in your stomach, panting as he looked down at you.
He is gone when you wake up, not because of you! He just has a mission, and he also doesnât know if youâd want him to stay or not. But it does become a common occurrence, he tries to hide it from the rest of the Batch, but they all catch on pretty quickly, except Omega (thankfully).
Wrecker:
He thinks youâre too pretty for him. Heâs a social guy, so once you start showing up Cidâs cantina, heâs talking to you and getting to know you. One night, you both challenge each other. How many drinks before the other gets drunk? Wrecker definitely wins, but once you tap out, heâs quite decently drunk, and so are you.
He- somewhat initiates. Heâs a happy drunk, also a clingy one. He didnât spill his feelings.. but he did spill that he wants you. And youâre happy to help him out. Once youâve got him alone, heâs practically begging you to sit on his face. But you can also see his- quite large dick, hard and ready. So you compromise.
Heâs lapping at your pussy, his large hands holding your ass, sometimes dragging you right down. Heâs a munch. Youâre trying to take his dick in your mouth, but itâs too big to fit the whole thing in your mouth, heâs already hitting the back of your throat, nearly making you gag. So you spit in your hand and jerk him off where your mouth cannot reach.
He manages to restrain his urge to buck into your mouth, while heâs drunk he knows to consider the fact heâs already sitting at the back of your mouth.
He made sure you squirt. And you better believe heâs lapping it all up, pressing messy kisses on your clit. Heâs wanted this. He cums a near bucket load in your mouth, grinning sheepishly when you pull off, a small âsorry about thatâ leaving his voice, his gruff tone softening slightly.
Your mind is a bit hazy when you wake up, but you know what happens when you wake up sprawled across his large chest. He helped you get your clothes back on once you were done last night, heâd also cleaned your mouth and chin.
Tech:
Tech cannot comprehend that youâre flirting with him, he just.. responds logically. So when Wrecker finally tells him that you want him, heâs quite surprised, as if it wasnât obvious from the start.
He questions if he should talk to you about it, but the night he planned to, his brothers had decided he needed a drink or two. Or three. Thatâs when his mind started to get a bit mushy, but he was still there! Youâd joined in on the drinking, and soon you were hanging off him, heâd decided it was logical to take you to a private room, before you do anything you may regret when you sober up.
He helps you into bed, but when you grasp his hand, telling him that you- need him, he lets you pull him down. He flushes when you whisper dirty things into his ear, guiding his hand between your thighs.
He finds you wet, and warm. He asks if youâre sure, knowing the effects of alcohol on the brain, but you practically beg him. So slowly, he slots his finger in you, only one for now, though you were wet enough for now.
Your moans are like music to his ears, he loves the noise. So when he puts a second finger in, curling them up, you start to grind down, whimpering.
You donât realise, but when you cum on his fingers, he blows his load in his pants, though heâs content to just have you cum for now.
When you wake up, head throbbing, you find water and painkillers resting on the bedside table. Heâs all jittery and awkward the next time you talk to him.
Crosshair:
(Pushing the agenda Crosshair is built for hate fucking) You two have been at each otherâs throat since you met. Trying to outdo the other, proving you could do more than each other. So when Crosshair takes a dig, saying he has a higher alcohol tolerance than you, so of course, it sparks another competition between you two.
It starts off easy, then you both start to get loopy, the intoxication getting to you. His jabs get less rude, more.. teasing. Making you a little more than hot and bothered, and he can tell. He decides itâs time to cut you off drinks (and himself definitely).
But once youâre alone- both of you are on each other, kissing and grinding, his hips jutting against yours. Youâre bother pulling each otherâs clothes off hastily, he doesnât bother with prepping you first, youâre wet enough anyway. Youâre laying on your back, his hands intertwined with yours, as he pushed in, dragging out slowly, before pushing back in.
He comes before you, spilling across your stomach, but he makes sure you cum, his fingers are slender and long, so he does get the job done.
He didnât stay the night, heâd wanted too though.
Echo:
Heâs always been a little nervous around you, he didnât know you that well but you made his cold skin feel so.. warm.
He got wasted, heâd really needed it. A night off, drinks. It was like he was at 79âs again. You were with him, deciding to drink with him. Youâd both gotten loose enough to start talking.
You blurted out that you wanted him. He was so- shocked. You could tell due to the flush on his pale skin. He usually wouldnât be so.. brass, but he admits his desires as well. The drinks had loosened him enough that when you took his hand, heâd gone along with you.
Soon enough, you were on your back, his cock a slow gentle rhythm inside of you, his lips pressed on your shoulders. Even while drunk, it was good, intimate. You didnât even seem to care for his metal limbs, it made him feel good. Then having you cum around him? Yeah- yeah that was nice. Heâd pulled out, not wanting anything.. well, childlike coming out of the experience.
He stays with you the whole night, as well as the morning. Heâs an aftercare king.
Working on some more Bad Batch screenshot redraws. This one in particular of Hunter has been one Iâve wanted to do since season two came out.
Started a rewatch of the first few episodes this past week and it snowballed into rewatching all of season one and now Iâm five episodes into season two. Iâll probably finish my rewatch of season two, even if the idea of having to watch that finale again gives me anxiety. Not sure if Iâll rewatch season three. Maybe. Will see.
Either way, through this unexpected full rewatch, it has made me want to draw more bad batch art. So I have a few thins in the works. Mostly stuff to celebrate the two year anniversary of the show ending, which is crazy to me.
𫧠Pairings: Crosshair X Female!Reader
𫧠word count: 12.5k (it might be worth it)
plot summary: Tasked to gather intel on a spice shipment, yourself and crosshair find yourself in a luxurious hotel but with only one bed and have to pretend to be married. But after a tense couples meal, you wonder what it would be like to truly be in his arms.
warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY. Fake dating trope, only one bed trope, sub/dom sexual content, explicit language, cunnilingus, blowjob, kissing, neck sucking/biting, spanking, dirty thoughts, dirty talk, praising and teasing, marriage kink, slight possessive sex, soft and rough sex, all consensual, creampie, aftercare, jealous crosshair, brief alcohol mention, reader wears a dress and minimal makeup, implied medium to long hair, minor sexist comment made to reader (not by crosshair), flirting, not proofread, pre order 66 so crosshair is not crossbald x
Anon, this is for you.
You pushed your way through the crowded bar, weaving between patrons with a small smile tugging at your lips. The parcel youâd just dropped off for some locals hadnât paid much, but credits were credits. However, the smile didnât last.
At the far end of the bar, the boys were clustered together in an unusually tight knot â heads tilted in, voices low. The closer you got, the more you caught the hiss of âshh, shhâ.
You stopped in front of them and let your gaze sweep the circle. Hunter avoided eye contact by pretending to adjust the strap on his breast plate. Echo suddenly found his drink fascinating. And Wreckerâs big frame actually shifted behind Tech like he could use him as cover.
âAlright,â you said, planting your hands on your hips. âWhatâs going on?â
They exchanged a silent conversation with just their eyes. Eventually, Hunter straightened, cleared his throat, and said, âWeâve just got word on a potential new job. Good money.â
âGreat.â You nodded slowly, scanning their faces. ââŚIs there a catch?â
Tech pushed his goggles higher on his nose, as if the gesture would somehow make his delivery smoother. âYou will be the one doing the mission.â
You blinked at him. That wasnât exactly unusual. âOkay⌠and what is it?â
Wreckerâs grimace was the first giveaway. Echoâs wince was the second. You knew those expressions â the last time theyâd looked at you like that, they were trying to talk you into playing âhappy wifeâ for some sleaze.
Your hands went up immediately. âNope. Not a chance. I am not pretending to be married to some sleemo again.â
A vivid memory surfaced where it was one of Cidâs old jobs, where the fake husband in question had taken the role far too seriously. Youâd told them you wouldnât ever do something like that again after that, and a few months ago when they tried to pitch you something similar, you laughed in their faces.
âMaybe youâll change your mind with this one?â Hunter offered, a faint smirk at the corner of his mouth.
âDoubt it.â You turned on your heel, but curiosity got the better of you two steps later. ââŚGo on.â
âYouâll be with Crosshair,â Hunter said.
Your gaze slid sideways to where Crosshair was leaning against the bar like the galaxyâs most bored sharpshooter, a toothpick balanced between his teeth. His eyes met yours for half a heartbeat before drifting away again.
You turned back to Hunter. âAs in, heâll be with me while I fake-date some idiot?â
âNot exactly,â Tech corrected, eyes still on his datapad. âYou will be dating Crosshair.â
Your jaw actually dropped. âHuh?â
Hunter took over, laying it out in his steady, matter-of-fact way: a heavily guarded resort on Corellia, a contact who only worked with âregistered guests,â the cover being a couple in a hotel suite.
âSo, will you do it?â Echo asked, leaning on the bar.
âNo,â you said instantly with a scoff. âJust because I know him doesnât mean I want to spend an entire mission holding hands and pretending weâre madly in love. And did you even ask him if heâs okay with this?â
âOh, he already agreed,â Wrecker said with a big grin.
Your head whipped toward Crosshair. âYou what?â
He shrugged one shoulder, unbothered. âAnd hey,â Wrecker then added, âhe cleans up real good.â
âNot the point,â you muttered, dragging a hand down your face.
âItâs good money,â Hunter reminded you, knowing exactly how to push.
You groaned, glaring at each of them in turn. âFine. But if this blows up in our faces, Iâm blaming all of you.â
âAtta girl,â Wrecker said, giving you a pat on the back that nearly sent you into the bar.
The others drifted off to start planning, leaving you and Crosshair alone. He finally pushed off the bar, sauntering past you as he pulled the toothpick from his mouth.
âDonât worry,â he drawled, his voice low and mocking, âIâll be a good husband for you.â
You opened your mouth to shoot back, but heâd already walked away.
This was going to be interesting.
When the Marauder settled down in the landing bay at the location, you and Crosshair stood side by side at the open hatch, bags in hand, both wearing expressions that could curdle milk.
âMaker,â Wrecker said from behind you, grinning in amusement, âYou twoâve got faces like a slapped arse.â
You didnât dignify him with a response as Crosshair just gave him a long, flat look that said Wrecker was lucky they were on a timetable.
The hatch closed behind them and the ship began to lift away, the sound of its engines fading as the Marauder disappeared into the hazy Corellian skyline.
You let out a quiet huff, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. âWell,â you muttered, âguess weâre doing this.â
Without waiting for him, you started up the paved path toward the resort. At least the place was nice. More than nice, actually.
The white stone gleamed in the sun, balconies lined with planters spilling over with flowers in deep reds and golds. There was even an elaborate fountain glittered in the courtyard. It was the kind of place you could almost enjoy if you werenât here to play pretend.
You were halfway up the front steps when Crosshairâs voice stopped you.
âWait.â
You turned just enough to give him a questioning look. âWhat?â
His brown eyes scanned the building like he was sighting a target. âYou remember the plan?â
You rolled your eyes and resumed walking. âYes. Do you?â
âJust making sure.â He replied, his mouth twitching in slight annoyance.
The two of you were⌠sort of friends. He was quiet, moody, and impossible to read, but youâd learned to tolerate him. In his own prickly way, he seemed to tolerate you too.
Crosshair fell into step beside you, lowering his voice as you reached the ornate glass doors. âWeâre here to meet Sabaz Trill. Dinner with him tonight, part of some couplesâ mixer the resort is hosting. You smile, you nod, you make it look like we belong here.â
âAnd tomorrow?â you prompted as he maps out the plan again just for reassurance.
âThatâs when we get the intel on the spice shipment,â he finished. âClean, simple.â
You gave him a side glance. âWith us? Thereâs always drama.â
He snorted faintly but didnât argue. You reached for the buzzer beside the grand glass doors when Crosshairâs hand landed lightly on your upper arm.
âWait.â
You froze mid-reach and turned your head toward him, irritation slipping into your voice. âWhat now? The sooner we do this, the sooner itâs over.â
His eyes flicked past you toward the courtyard. âWe need to act like a couple,â he murmured, his tone low enough not to carry.
You frowned but then followed his gaze. Right. All around you, other guests strolled hand-in-hand or with arms linked, smiling like they were in a holonet romance. Every one of them screamed weâre in love and on vacation. You and Crosshair on the other handâŚ
You bit your lip and nodded. âRight. Okay. UhâŚâ
The pause dragged, the two of you standing stiff as statues. You could probably fake coupledom with someone like Wrecker which would probably be more easy and natural. But Crosshair? Tall, quiet, and perpetually unimpressed? It felt like trying to warm up to a wall.
âShould we hold hands?â he asked finally, rubbing the back of his neck and looking very uncomfortable.
You hesitated. âUh⌠no.â
His gaze dropped, not offended exactly, but definitely unreadable.
Guilt gnaws you, so you quickly held out your travel bag instead. âYou could carry my bag for me, though?â Your smile was a little sheepish, a silent peace offering.
One dark brow arched at you, but then his mouth curved into the faintest smirk. âFine.â
He took the strap from your shoulder in one smooth motion, slinging it over his own like it weighed nothing. Somehow, that small shift of just him holding your belongings made the whole act feel just a little more real.
âBetter?â he asked, the corner of his mouth still twitching upward.
âBetter,â you admitted, trying not to overthink why his smirk made your stomach swirl.
You both walked up to the reception desk, where a young, overly-joyous man practically beamed at you like the sun itself had possessed his face.
You tried to match his enthusiasm with a polite smile. Crosshair, of course, did not. His expression screamed I hate every second of this before the poor man had even spoken.
âHello, and welcome to Under the Hearts Hotel! How can I help you?â the receptionist chimed.
âHi,â you begin, doing your best impression of a cheerful tourist. âWe have a room and meal booked for tonight?â
âPerfect! What name is it under?â
You froze. Right. The names. No one had told you what cover identities you were supposed to use.
For a heartbeat too long, your brain went completely blank. Then, mercifully, Crosshair leaned in ever so slightly: âEres.â
You let out the tiniest breath of relief, glancing at him with a quick, grateful nod. He didnât acknowledge it, eyes fixed on the desk clerk like he was ready to shoot the man for smiling too much.
The receptionistâs fingers tapped away at the monitor, his grin never faltering. Honestly, you were starting to wonder if it was painted on. Then he looked back up, eyes positively sparkling.
âAh yes, here we are! The honeymoon suite â booked and ready for you! Rose petals on the bed and champagne on ice.â
Your mouth opened. Nothing came out.
You turned slowly to Crosshair, who looked equally frozen. Neither of you had been prepared for that particular detail.
The receptionist chuckled lightly at your strained expressions. âOh dear, trouble in paradise already?â
Crosshairâs brow furrowed instantly. âIs that any of your business?â
âCross!â you hissed under your breath, snapping out of your horror long enough to act. Quickly, you slid your arm through his and plastered on a sweet smile, tightening your grip on him â not a reassurance, but a donât you dare warning.
âSorry about him,â you said brightly, practically grinding your teeth through the smile. âWeâve⌠well, weâve been traveling a long way to get here. Just need to put our feet up for a bit. Donât we, my love?â
Your grip on his arm tightened enough to make the point.
Crosshair closed his eyes, jaw tight, then forced the stiffest excuse for a smile youâd ever seen. âYes. Sorry. Long day.â
âOf course, of course,â the receptionist chirped, undeterred. He slid the room fob across the counter, still smiling that terrifyingly wide grin. âNo worries at all. Our jacuzzi baths will wash that stress away in no time!â
You snatched up the fob like it was a lifeline. âWonderful, thank you,â you utter quickly, already tugging Crosshair by the arm toward the lifts before he could open his mouth again.
Once you were safely out of earshot, you released him with an annoyed huff, spinning to face him. âSo much for acting like a couple, Cross.â
He arched an eyebrow at you, unimpressed. âWhat? He asked, I answered.â
You threw your hands up at his lack of care. âFantastic. Just fantastic. At this rate, theyâll kick us out before we even make it to dinner. Great job, husband.â
He smirked then, sharp and smug, clearly enjoying himself now that you were wound up. âRelax, sweetheart. Nobodyâs buying the âhappy coupleâ act if you keep hissing at me like that.â
âOh, donât you startââ you groaned, stomping into the lift as soon as the doors slid open.
Itâs not long until you get to the suite and as the key fob beeped and the door slid open with a smooth hiss, you both stepped inside and instantly froze.
The room looked like something straight out of a holovid romance: soft golden lighting, a massive circular bed in the center draped with pristine white sheets, rose petals scattered across the duvet, and a bucket of champagne on ice by the bedside table.
You blinked once. Twice. â...kriff,â you muttered under your breath.
Crosshair didnât say anything, but you felt the shift beside you. His usual scowl faltered into something halfway between disbelief and annoyance. He let out the faintest exhale, almost like a laugh, before muttering dryly: âSubtle.â
Your eyes landed on the bed again, and your brain screeched to a halt. One bed. Of course it was one bed. It was the honeymoon suite. But at least there was a loveseat just at the end of it.
You didnât point it out. Neither did he. The both of you just stood there, staring at the sheer lavishness of it all, like maybe if you ignored the obvious, itâd disappear.
You tugged at the collar of your shirt, suddenly aware of how warm the room felt. Or maybe that was just you. The whole setupâthe petals, the champagne, the bed that looked entirely too invitingâwas making your skin tinge in the worst possible way. Heat crawled up your neck, and you quickly turned toward the bathroom.
âMaybe Iâll, uh⌠check out the shower,â you said quickly, voice a little higher than intended. âYâknow. Before the dinner.â
Crosshair quirked an eyebrow at you, as if he could hear the nerves bleeding through your tone. He glanced toward the large jacuzzi tub visible just through the bathroomâs frosted glass door and gave a faint snort.
âNot good enough for the roses and bubbles?â
You shot him a look over your shoulder. âIâm thinking cold shower.â
The shower hissed to life, steam curling around the refresher stall as you stepped in. The hot water poured down your shoulders, washing away the travel grime and some of your stress. Eyes closed, you let out a soft sigh and tilted your head back.
But as the room filled with steam, another thought nudged its way in, uninvited. You hadnât locked the door. Crosshair could come in at any moment. And for some reason⌠the idea didnât repulse you.
It intrigued you.
Your pulse spiked at the thought of him stepping through the fog, his sharp eyes narrowing as they trailed over you, water dripping down your skin, steam sticking hair to your face. Would he hesitate? Or would he⌠join you?
You caught yourself sucking in a breath and immediately bow your head under the spray. âGet a grip,â you hissed at yourself, flicking water from your lashes. Maker above, what was wrong with you? Crosshair wasnât someone you ever saw in that light. He was moody, sarcastic, aloof. Hardly your first thought for a lover. And yet⌠now, in this ridiculous hotel room, with only one bed and all the pretending youâd have to doâŚ
No. Stop.
With a sharp twist, you turned the dial colder. The shock of icy water stung your skin, snapping you out of the fantasy as you scrubbed your face. By the time you shut the refresher off, the steamy images were shoved firmly to the back of your mind.
You dried quickly, wrapping yourself in one of the plush white robesâridiculously soft, of course, because this was that kind of placeâand wrung a towel through your damp hair.
When you stepped back into the room, Crosshair was leaning against the balcony railing. His posture was casual, but his eyes were distant, scanning the horizon like he always did. Always watching. Always wary.
âLike the view?â you asked, attempting something lighthearted as you rubbed at your hair.
For a moment, he didnât move. Then he turned his head toward you and stilled.
Not long. Barely a heartbeat. But you caught it: the way his gaze flicked over you in that robe, the way his jaw tensed. It was gone almost immediately, his expression flattening back into its usual disinterest.
âItâs alright,â he muttered, eyes snapping back to the balcony. His voice was just a touch lower, rougher. âWeâll be safe here tonight.â
âI should hope so, if the client booked us,â you chuckled, padding over to the bed and perching on the edge. The mattress dipped under you, petals shifting with a faint rustle. It was ridiculously comfortable.
You tilted your head at him. âBut I bet you brought your sniper anyway. Didnât you?â
Crosshairâs lips twitched at the corner smugly as he moved back inside. Without a word, he crouched by his pack and unzipped it, pulling out the long, gleaming rifle like it was an extension of himself.
You let out a short laugh. âFigures. Romantic suite, rose petals, champagne⌠and youâre cuddling your blaster.â
He glanced up at you with that smirk which again made your stomach swirl. âAt least it doesnât snore.â
You scoffed, tossing the towel at him. He caught it one-handed, but instead of throwing it back, he just set it aside, unbothered. Somehow, that smug little win of his only made your chest feel hotter.
Crosshair disappeared into the refresher with a muttered, âDonât touch my rifle,â which gave you just enough time to get yourself sorted.
The dress slipped smoothly over your skin, the fabric hugging in all the right places without being too much. Knee-length, off the shoulderâsimple, elegant, and just enough to look like you belonged in a place like this. You dried your hair, styled it with a little extra care (because Maker forbid you look out of place next to a table of polished couples), and added a touch of makeup for good measure.
Youâd barely finished adjusting the hem of your dress when Crosshair reappeared. His damp silver hair had been combed back neatly, and heâd traded his blacks for a crisp white shirt and fitted black slacks. And for a second, you forgot yourself.
He stood at the mirror, tugging at his collar and you just couldnât stop your gaze from dragging over him. Simple, understated, but undeniably⌠handsome. You swallowed the thought down and busied yourself with your earrings, pretending you werenât staring.
Neither of you said much as you left the suite. The quiet stretched between you as you moved through the elegant halls; both of you so out of place with the expensive dĂŠcor. Crosshair walked with his hands tucked behind his back, eyes flicking here and there, ever alert.
Then, almost without thinking, your arm slipped through his. The movement was instinctive and you found yourself leaning closer, your shoulder brushing against his as if it had always been that way. He stiffened for a moment, but he didnât pull away.
By the time you reached the dining hall, it was already in motion. A long, polished table stretched across the room, covered in glittering glassware and plates that looked far too pristine to ever eat from. Couples mingled and chatted with easy smiles. You had expected Sabaz Trill. You hadnât expected all of this.
Crosshair leaned down, his voice low in your ear. âDidnât realise weâd be dining with the whole kriffing hotel tonight.â
You gave his arm the faintest squeeze. âSmile and nod. Let me do the talking.â
He shot you a look, dry as bone. âWasnât planning on anything else.â
Together, you approached the table, sliding into your seats that were the only ones available. The schmoozing began almost instantly. Other couples introduce themselves, complimenting your dress and asking about âyour story.â You smiled, laughed, told little fabrications as if youâd been rehearsing them for years. Crosshair played his part the only way he knew how: quiet nods, forced polite smiles. If you're lucky, he will push out the occasional one-word reply.
Then Sabaz Trill himself turned his gaze on you.
âAh, there she is,â he said smoothly, his voice carrying over the chatter. âMy dear, you look radiant tonight.â
Before you could reply, he lifted a bottle and poured wine into your glassâonly yours.
The crimson liquid swirled in the crystal, catching the candlelight as you blinked at him, a polite smile plastered onto your face. Crosshairâs hand tightened almost imperceptibly on his napkin, but his expression didnât change.
You raised the glass lightly in thanks, meeting Sabazâs eyes with the same warmth youâd given everyone else. âYouâre too kind. I should be careful though,â you added with a playful lilt. âA few more of these, and I might embarrass myself in front of the table.â
The other couples chuckled politely. Sabaz didnât. He only smirked, his gaze lingering on you just a beat too long before shifting back to his plate.
Crosshairâs jaw ticked. You felt it more than saw it.
You smiled at Crosshair, soft and sweet and the way a woman in love ought to. But his eyes were elsewhere, distant. It made your chest pinch a little.
Slipping your hand beneath the table, you let your fingers brush his knee before resting there with the lightest pressure. It startled him just slightly, meeting your gaze.
âAre you okay, my stars?â you murmured.
The words left your lips in the same careful tone youâd used all night but this time, it didnât sound like part of the act. Not to him, anyway. For the briefest moment, his chest tightened.
âFine,â he answered steadily. âJust taking it in.â
You didnât believe him, not entirely, but you didnât press. Before you could, the couple seated across from you smiled warmly, drawing you into conversation.
âSo,â the woman leaned forward, âHow did you two meet?â
You let out a little laugh, your hand still ghosting Crosshairâs knee as you launched into the story youâd rehearsed.
âOh, itâs hardly romantic,â you said, feigning modesty. âWe met when I was visiting Coruscant for work. I was lost and asked him for directions. He was polite, but very blunt. I thought he was the rudest man Iâd ever met.â
The table chuckled, and you reached for Crosshairâs hand on the table, lacing your fingers through his.
âBut,â you continued, glancing at him with that same staged fondness, âI ran into him again two days later at a cafĂŠ. He bought me a caf to make up for being so⌠well, him. And weâve been together ever since.â
The woman sighed, clearly enamoured. âThatâs wonderful. Fate has a way of working, doesnât it?â
Her husband, however, leaned back in his chair with a smirk. âAnd have you given him any children yet?â
The question caught you so off guard you awkwardly laughed aloud, shaking your head quickly. âNo⌠not yet. We only recently got married.â
âWell,â the man chuckled, lifting his glass, âgive it time, eh? And I assume you donât have to work, not with a husband like that. He looks like the type who brings home the credits while you get to lounge about. Lucky thing.â
Your jaw ticked, but you forced your expression into one of pleasant neutrality. Beside you, Crosshair set down his knife with deliberate care.
âI donât know about luck,â he begins, his voice calm but carrying an edge sharp enough to slice the air. âShe does more than her share. Iâd be nowhere without her.â
The man faltered, clearly not expecting such a clean rebuttal. Crosshair didnât flinch or waver, just leaned back with the ghost of a smirk tugging his lips.
âIâd suggest you donât underestimate her,â he added smoothly, raising his fork to his mouth. âWouldnât want to embarrass yourself.â
The table chuckled again, but this time the sound was thinner, laced with unease. You, meanwhile, found yourself fighting a different reaction entirely. The sudden, overwhelming urge to drag him back upstairs andâ
Okay, stop.
Leaning in, close enough that your lips just barely brushed the shell of his ear, you whispered, âThank you for that.â
Crosshair didnât so much as twitch, though you felt the faintest tilt of his head toward you, like he was subtly indulging the warmth of your breath. âNo need. Iâm just saying the truth.â
Your chest gave an odd little pull at that, but you covered it with another soft smile as you sat back, reaching for your knife and fork to focus on the meal placed before you. You ate in silence for a few minutes, letting the rich flavours distract you, until Sabazâs voice broke through the murmur of the table.
He leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice. âTomorrow,â he said, âwe can speak of⌠private matters. No need for heavy words tonight. But I trust you understand what I mean.â
His words were subtle enough not to draw suspicion, but clear enough for you to understand. You inclined your head smoothly, lifting the delicate glass of wine to your lips.
âOf course,â you replied. âTomorrow.â
Sabazâs eyes glinted as he watched you drink. âAnd? How does it taste?â
You couldnât hide the small hum of approval as the flavour lingered on your tongue. âItâs⌠honestly the nicest wine Iâve ever had.â
His mouth curved, amused. âIâll take that as a compliment.â
Turning, you nudged your glass toward Crosshair. âWant some?â
He shook his head without hesitation. âNot my thing.â
Sabazâs chuckle was low, a little too warm. âA shame. It suits her, donât you think? Expensive tastesâŚâ
You thought nothing of it, brushing off the remark as idle banter, but Crosshairâs jaw twitched almost imperceptibly. Sabaz was clearly referring to himself and as the meal stretched on,
Sabazâs comments came in trickles. Harmless, on the surface. But Crosshairâs eyes tracked every word and every look.
Finally, after one particularly lingering comment about how âgorgeousâ you looked in the candlelight, Crosshair snapped.
âTell me,â he drawled, tone calm but carrying steel. âDo you flirt with all the women who are married, or just mine?â
The words silenced the table around you. You turned wide-eyed at him, stunned, your knife clinking faintly against your plate.
Sabaz chuckled, leaning back with the relaxed confidence of a man who already knew more than he should. âMarried, are you? Mmm. Perhaps youâd give her more attention.â
Your eyes drop to your half-eaten grub, finding it hard to breathe all of a sudden. You canât have tonight screw up over some⌠some⌠jealousy? Was he?
Crosshair, however, didnât flinch at his words. He leaned back as well, long fingers drumming idly against the table, his gaze cutting through the man opposite him.
âShe has all the attention she needs,â he responds coolly, voice like a blade sliding free of its sheath. âFrom me.â
The way he said it was utterly possessive and you canât help but feel the heat curling low in your stomach.
Sabaz only chuckled again, raising his glass in mock salute before turning the conversation back to lighter topics. But you could feel itâthe tension buzzing under your skin.
You left the dining hall together a little later on, the heavy atmosphere of the meal clinging like smoke. Another couple joined you in the lift, chatty and smiling, and you forced yourself to match their tone, your hand looped neatly through Crosshairâs arm. But the second the lift doors slid shut after the couple exited on their floor, your hand dropped from his arm like it burned.
The silence stretched for a beat before you sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose. âWant to tell me what that was about?â
Crosshair didnât look at you, his gaze fixed straight ahead on the liftâs closed doors. His voice was calm, as if nothing had happened. âWhatâs the issue? Weâre still meeting him tomorrow.â
âYeah,â you huffed, sharp and low. âThanks to me. Because I had to apologise to him after the meal for the way you acted.â
Crosshairâs eyes flicked to you then, narrow and unimpressed. âThe way I acted? You didnât notice him? The way he kept looking at you? Talking to you?â His lip curled faintly. âI didnât like it.â
Your jaw tightened, heat pricking the back of your neck. âYou didnât like it? Weâre not actually married, Crosshair.â
The silence that followed was thick, humming with all the unsaid things between you. Crosshairâs expression barely shifted, but his shoulders set, rigid under the crisp fabric of his shirt.
The lift pinged. Doors opened. Neither of you moved at first, locked in that silence. Then you both stepped out, footsteps echoing too loud against the plush carpet of the corridor.
When you got back to the suite, you didnât even glance his way as you made a beeline for your travel bag, pulling out the little bundle of satin nightwear youâd tucked away earlier. Without a word, you slipped into the bathroom and shut the door behind you with a soft click.
You perched on the edge of the jacuzzi bath, hands braced on your knees, and just breathed. Maker, tonight has been⌠a mess.
Crosshair had been jealous, there was no other word for it.
And yet⌠stars above, youâd never found him more attractive than when heâd calmly cut down that other manâs sleazy sexist little jabs at dinner.
It made your thoughts twist in knots. Jealous Crosshair was frustrating. Protective Crosshair was devastatingly sexy.
You rolled your eyes at yourself, muttering something under your breath that this whole place felt like a huge aphrodisiac. Soon you stripped out of the dress, letting it pool on the tiled floor. The satin nightwear slipped over your skin with a soft sigh, the fabric clinging in all the right places. The colour brought out the warmth in your skin, and though you werenât dressing for anyoneâs eyes but your own, you couldnât help but imagine what Crosshair might think if he sawâ
You stopped that train of thought before it could wind you up further.
A splash of cold water on your face dulled the dayâs makeup, you tied your hair up, loosening the strands around your face, and studied your reflection for only a heartbeat before flicking the light off and stepping back into the suite.
Crosshair was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, still fully dressed and deep in thought.
âDo you want some caf?â you asked quietly after a moment, nodding toward the sleek caf machine gleaming on the dressing table.
He shook his head, then looked at you. The sight of your satin nightwear hit him like a blow, pupils dilating before he could stop it. His throat bobbed with the faintest swallow as he cursed himself silently and dragged his gaze away.
âYou should get some sleep,â he muttered, voice low.
You tilted your head. âI could say the same thing about you.â
Your bare feet padded across the carpet, rose petals soft beneath your toes and you stood directly in front of him. He looked up, sharp eyes catching yours for a charged moment before closing them.
Crosshair pushed himself to his feet. âIâll take watch.â
You frowned, confusion flickering. âCrosshair, the door is locked. Weâre safe here.â
He didnât meet your eyes, just reached for his rifle and moved toward the small loveseat at the foot of the bed. âYou can never be too sure.â He gestured at the bed with a tilt of his chin. âGet some rest.â
There was so much more you wanted to say, but you swallowed it down. No good would come of pressing him tonight. Not when everything already felt odd.
So you slid into the left side of the bed instead, sinking into the impossibly soft mattress. The sheets smelled faintly of lavender and something warm and expensive. You didnât even bother to remove the rose petals.
The lamp across the room threw a faint amber glow over Crosshair where he sat, long legs stretched out, rifle propped against his thigh. A sentinel in the half-dark, sharp eyes fixed on some distant threat only he could see.
Your body melted into the mattress, the exhaustion of the evening tugging at you like a tide. You watched him for as long as your heavy eyelids would allow, the image of himâsilent, watchful, stubbornâburning behind your eyes until sleep finally dragged you under.
You stirred, rolling onto your other side with a groggy sigh, only to find the chair opposite the bed still occupied. Crosshair sat there like a shadow carved into the half-light, rifle propped against the armrest, a toothpick twiddling absently between long fingers.
Your eyes flicked to the chrono on the wall. Only two hours had passed.
Chewing the inside of your cheek, you tilted your head as you sat up and whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, âCross⌠come get some sleep.â
His eyes lifted, shadows and conflict tangled in his gaze. He shook his head once. âNo⌠I canât.â
You frowned softly, leaning forward. âWhy not?â
The sound he made was halfway between a scoff and a tut, quiet but sharp. His jaw flexed. âI canât sleep in the same bed as you. ItâsâŚâ
Your brows arched. âItâs what?â You pulled the duvet back and shifted onto your knees. The simple movement snagged his attention; his sharp gaze lingered, âItâs just me.â
Crosshair drew in a long breath through his nose, pressing the heel of his hand over his eyes as if that might ground him. âI donât want to bother you,â he muttered, voice rough. âIâve already done that enough tonight.â
For a moment, you said nothing. Then slowly, you crawled toward the foot of the bed, knees sinking into the mattress until you sat back on your heels, steadying yourself.
Your hand extended, palm open, reaching across the small distance between you. âCome to bed.â
His amber eyes locked onto you. He watched you as though weighing a hard decision, gaze running over your face, your hand and the space youâd made for him.
âWe need to act like a couple, right?â You prompt and thatâs when he finally, with the faintest exhale he flicked the toothpick into the bin and rose to his feet.
He crossed the few steps to the bed in silence. He stopped just before you, the mattress dipping faintly under your shift forward.
Your lips parted, breath caught, as you tipped your chin up to look at him. He loomed above, gaze tilted down, unreadable except for the faint storm flickering beneath.
You straightened, sitting taller on your knees, and without hesitation placed both hands flat against his chest. The warmth beneath the fabric hit you instantly, as did the hammer of his heart pounding against his ribcage. It made a small smile tug at your lips, your eyes softening as you whispered, âYou canât sleep in this shirtâŚâ
His breath caught with an imperceptible hitch.
Your fingers curled into the fabric at his chest, tugging gently. He hesitated, but only for a moment, before his arms moved, allowing you to peel the white shirt away from him. Inch by inch, the fabric slid over his shoulders, revealing lean muscle and skin mapped with faint scars.
Your eyes went wide, breath catching as you pushed the shirt down his arms and let it fall to the floor. A sound, no, an almost moan, threatened to escape you, but you swallowed it back. Still, your hands had a will of their own and began trailing slowly up and down his torso.
You felt the hard ridges of his stomach, the steady rhythm of his breathing. His reaction was immediate, his eyes fluttering shut as his jaw tightened. The bottom lip caught between his teeth betrayed what he was trying to suppress.
The sight made a heat coil low in your stomach, your own breath turning shallow.
Your gaze drifted lower, tracing the line of his abdomen until it landed on the waistband of his black slacks. He seemed to sense the shift in your attention, because his voice came low, rough, like gravel dragged over velvet.
âDo you want them off, too?â
The rasp sent a shiver racing down your spine.
You blinked, meeting his eyes again, a laugh slipping from your throat, âIf it will make you comfortable⌠yes.â
The corner of his mouth twitched into a faint smirk, but his gaze burned steady on you as he reached for the latch of his trousers.
You swallowed hard, watching as his long fingers hooked into the waistband of his trousers and pushed them down. The sound of the fabric sliding over his legs seemed louder than it shouldâve been. When they hit the floor, he straightened, standing there in nothing but his briefs with hs hand not-so-subtly shielding the hard outline straining beneath the thin fabric.
A hot pulse bloomed deep inside you, your arousal pooling between your thighs as your breath caught. You broke your gaze away, feigning innocence, though the ache in your chest gave you away. âSee? Is that better?â
Crosshairâs eyes dragged over you with open hunger, the sharp angles of his face softened by the shadow of want. âMuchâŚâ he breathed, like it was the only word he could find.
Your pulse stumbled, your eyes drawn back down before you could stop yourself. His hand shifted just slightly, enough that you caught the movement of the deliberate, slow palm against himself. Your heart stalled, then thundered.
You licked your lips, your voice almost breaking into a whisper as you shifted back. âLike what you see?â
âDo you?â
Your head tilted, eyes half-lidded as your fingers danced at the band of your satin shorts, teasing without quite committing. âI do,â you murmured, letting your body arch ever so slightly, the pose dripping with invitation as you leaned back on your hands. âNow tell me, do you⌠husband?â
His eyes narrowed, studying every subtle shift of your body. His jaw worked, and then he gave the smallest of nods, voice rough and quiet. âA lot.â
The words sent your skin prickling with awareness. Your hand slid from the band of your shorts to your thigh, fingertips tracing upward, grazing your skin softly as though demonstrating exactly what his stare made you crave.
His eyes followed your movements, darkening as though he were fighting to keep control.
You raised a single finger, crooking it toward him. A wordless summon.
Crosshairâs gaze burned hotter, but he obeyed without hesitation. His long, lean frame shifted forward as he planted both hands on the mattress for the first time, the springs dipping beneath his weight as he prowled closer. When he reached you, he hovered over your body, his face so close you could feel the warm graze of his breath against your lips.
âWhat do you want?â he asked, low and rough, his voice scraping like gravel, like he already knew but needed to hear it from you. He dipped his head nearer, inhaling deeply, his nose brushing your temple as though memorising the scent of your skin.
Your lips parted, your tongue darting out to wet them, every nerve in your body trembling as you leaned in, close enough your mouth brushed his. Your voice broke into a heated whisper, âI want you to fuck me.â
The words detonated between you.
A sharp hiss of need left him and before you could second-guess yourself, his mouth was on yours, scorching and demanding.
His lips moved with bruising force, teeth catching your bottom lip as though heâd been starving for the taste of you. One hand slid from the bed to your waist, gripping and dragging your body flush against his until there wasnât an inch of space left. You could feel every inch of his arousal pressed against your belly, hot and unyielding.
You gasped into his mouth, fingers tangling in his short hair that soon became unkempt as his tongue swept past your lips, claiming you with a hunger that made your head spin.
When he broke from your mouth, it was only to trail searing kisses along your jaw, down your throat. His breath was hot, uneven, his teeth scraping sensitive skin before his tongue soothed the sting. âYou have no ideaâŚâ he rasped between kisses, ââŚhow long Iâve wanted this.â
You blush intensely, arching your back into him, craving more of that heat, that weight. His hand dipped lower, spanning your hip, fingers digging into the satin of your shorts as though he could crush the fabric away.
Your lips brushed his again in a soft, fleeting kiss. You pulled back with a mischievous glint in your eyes that made Crosshair chase the contact immediately but you giggled and tilted away, planting a kiss instead against his cheek.
âTch,â he mutters, but you only laughed again, moving lower. You kissed along the sharp cut of his jaw, slow and deliberate, feeling the subtle twitch of the muscle beneath your lips. He exhaled through his nose, trying to keep control, but you knew you had him wound tight.
Your mouth hovered at his ear, your words a sinful whisper. âYou like fake dating me, then?â you teased, lips brushing the sensitive skin just beneath. âIs this how youâd treat me if I was yours?â
He groaned under his breath, his hands clenching against your hips as though debating whether to hold you still or let you drive him mad. His chest heaved against yours, hot and solid, and when you kissed lower down his throat, his Adamâs apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.
And then, almost in the same breath, you were pulling at each otherâs clothes, the tension too much to keep contained. His hands fumbled your satin vest before he pulled it over your head meanwhile you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his briefs, tugging impatiently. He then stripped you of your shorts as you shoved his last layer down.
When his lips crashed back onto yours, your words slipped out between ragged breaths, needy but daring: âIt was sexy⌠watching you defend me at dinner.â
Crosshair froze for only a moment, pulling back just enough to smirk down at you. âSexy, huh?â His voice was a rasp of sin. âDid it turn you on?â
You didnât give him the satisfaction of a verbal answer. Instead, your hand slid boldly between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his rigid heat. The sound that left him was a low, primal and guttural groan that vibrated in his chest and into your palm. His head dropped against yours, lips parting as his eyes squeezed shut, every muscle in his body shuddering under your touch.
Your smirk was wicked as he whispered, âIâll take that as a yes.â
Confidence blooming inside you, you gave him a little push that made Crosshair fall back into the mattress. His long body stretched out beneath you, skin lit faintly by the bedside glow.
You straddled him, your bare skin sliding against his as you pressed down into the lines of his chest and abdomen. Lower still, the thick weight of him rested against your thigh, hot and heavy. His eyes tracked you like a predator and yet⌠there was awe in them too, something reverent, almost disbelieving.
It made you ache.
âCrossâŚâ you purred, dragging your palms down his chest, tracing the scars and sharp dips of muscle, before raking your nails ever so lightly across his stomach. He hissed, the muscles flexing beneath your touch, his fists knotting in the sheets.
âYouâre beautiful,â you whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest before sliding lower.
Your hand wrapped boldly around him thenâthick, hard and burning against your palm. His whole body jerked at the contact, a sound low in his throat. You gave him a slow, deliberate pump, feeling him twitch against your hand, and his breath hitched.
He bit his lip, sharp eyes flicking away as he tried to choke back the groan threatening to break free.
Now that wouldnât do.
You leaned down, lips brushing against the swollen head of his cock as you looked up at him. âNo,â you whispered, sultry and commanding. Your tongue flicked out, teasing a slow lick across his length, tasting the salt of him. His hips bucked despite himself. âDonât hold back from me. I want to hear you, husband.â
That broke him. His marriage kink unable to be tamed any longer.
A guttural moan spilled free, raw and gravelly, vibrating through his chest as his head tipped back into the pillow. His long fingers shot into your hair, not forcing, but clutching like he needed to anchor himself.
âFuckâŚâ he rasped, eyes squeezing shut as you stroked him firmly, your tongue teasing at his tip. His voice dropped lower, almost desperate now. âYouâre gonna kill me, sweetheart.â
You let your lips ghost over the head of his cock, just enough to make him twitch. His sharp inhale was music, the kind of sound that made your pussy ache. You opened your mouth slowly, letting him slide past your lips inch by inch, your tongue flattening against the underside to savour.
Crosshairâs body went rigid, another deep groan breaking from his chest before he managed to stifle it behind his teeth. His hand clenched tighter in your hair, the other curling into the sheets so hard the fabric threatened to tear.
âStarsâŚâ he hissed, voice gravel rough. His eyes cracked open to watch you, his pupils blown wide, jaw tight as he fought for control. âYouâreâ.â
âMhmm? A good cock-sucking wife?â You hummed around him, the vibration making his hips twitch up involuntarily before you slap his cock against your tongue.
He cursed again, raw and breathless, as you then sank lower, taking more of him into your throat with a languid patience. When you finally pulled back, strings of saliva connected your lips to him. You stroked him with your hand, pumping lazily as you licked your lips, gaze never leaving his.
âSloppy enough for you, sniper?â you teased, your voice husky.
He swallowed hard, chest heaving. His eyes darted to your mouth, wet and swollen, then back to your gaze. âFuckâdonât tease.â
You smirked and slid him back between your lips, this time messy, unrestrained. Your spit coated him as you bobbed your head, tongue working every sensitive ridge. The wet sounds filled the room were obscene and echoing.
And Crosshair lost the last of his composure.
His hips thrust up, shallow at first, testing your tolerance. When you moaned around him in approval, he swore viciously and gave in, driving himself into your mouth with snapping thrusts. His groans grew louder, unfiltered now of pure need.
âFuckâsweetheartâyou feel soââ His head tipped back, tendons straining in his neck as he lost himself in the wet heat of your throat. His grip on your hair was tight but not cruel, guiding the momentum. âDonât stop⌠donât you dare stop.â
Your eyes watered, spit dripping from your lips and chin as you let him use your mouth, the sight of his unraveling making you slick between your thighs.
The more he thrust into your mouth, the less control he had, his rhythm breaking into jagged, needy snaps of his hips. His jaw slackened, head tipped back and his voice dropped into a low, desperate growl.
âStarsââ his hand fisted your hair tighter, his thighs tensing under you, âIâmâfuck, Iâm gonnaââ
You hollowed your cheeks and moaned, and that did it. Crosshair groaned in pleasure as he spilled hot and thick into your mouth, the taste of him flooding your tongue. You swallowed around him greedily, gulping down every drop, your eyes fixed on him while his face contorted with the kind of pleasure heâd never let anyone else see.
When his hips finally stilled, his chest heaving, you pulled back slowly, breathless, lips shining. A stray strand of saliva clung to your chin as you licked him clean and swallowed the last of him with a shaky exhale.
Crosshair stared at you like you were a miracle. In a blur, he sat up and pulled you into him, his mouth crashing onto yours. The kiss was searing, teeth and tongue, his taste mingling with the faint salt still lingering on your tongue. His hands framed your face like he couldnât get enough, like he was starved for you.
Then he was easing you down onto the bed, his body covering yours as he grabbed a pillow, slipping it beneath your head with an odd, almost tender care. His lips broke from yours only long enough to mutter against them, voice rough and hungry:
âMy turn.â
His breath fanned hot over your lips before he started kissing lowerâyour throat, your collarbone, the swell of your breasts. His hands roamed as though he had to touch every inch of you, his mouth trailing fire down your body.
When he finally reached the edge of the bed, Crosshair settled between your thighs, his sharp gaze fixed on your glistening pussy like it was the only thing in the galaxy worth worshiping. His lips parted, his breath hitching audibly, and he muttered lowâmore to himself than youâ
âFuck⌠youâre perfect.â
Crosshair didnât dive in straight away. He hovered, eyes locked on your pussy as though the sight alone could undo him. His lips curved into a lazy smirk, and he dragged two long fingers down your inner thigh, stopping just short of where you needed him most.
âMakerâŚâ he murmured, âYou donât even know what you do to me, do you?â
Your breath hitched as he finally let his fingers ghost over your folds, feather-light, so teasing you nearly whimpered. He let them trail lower, then flickedâjust the faintest tap against your clit. The jolt of sensation had your hips twitching and a broken whine slipping from your lips before you could swallow it back.
His smirk deepened. âThere it is. Thought you were gonna keep all those sweet little sounds from me, hm?â Another tap, deliberate this time, making your thighs clench around him.
âCrossâŚâ you gasped, tangling your hands into your hair in frustration as he refused to give you what you wanted.
âPatience, sweetheart,â he drawled, his breath ghosting hot over you as he leaned closer. âGonna take my time with you.â
And then, instead of another flick, he pressed his lips to your pussy. Not a lick. Not a graze. A kissâslow, tender, as if he were kissing your mouth. His nose brushed your clit as his lips molded against your folds, and your back arched helplessly.
âOh, starsââ you whimpered, every nerve alight.
âMmm,â he hummed against you, his lips moving in lazy, wet kisses over every inch of your cunt, the sound obscene and intimate all at once. Between each press of his mouth, he whispered filth in that low gravel of his:
âSo softâŚâ kiss.
âSo sweetâŚâ kiss.
âMineâŚâ another kiss, deeper, his tongue teasing past his lips just enough to taste you.
Your thighs trembled around his shoulders as his hands held you steady, his kisses reverent and filthy all at once. The sensation was maddening, tender enough to make you shiver but edged with hunger that had your body straining for more.
When he finally let his tongue part your folds and give one long, deliberate lick, he groaned into you like he was the one unraveling. âFuck, you taste better than I imagined.â
And then he was back to kissing, savouring and making you whimper and writhe with every press of his lips.
Your breath hitched when Crosshair finally gave in to what youâd been silently begging for. His lips parted and his tongue slid between your folds, slow at first and deliberate. He pushed deeper, tongue-fucking you with unhurried precision, dragging every needy whimper out of your chest.
Your fingers fisted the duvet, crushing a rose petal or two between them as your back arched off the bed. âBabyââ your voice broke, strangled, your thighs trembling against his shoulders.
He groaned low, the vibration making you gasp, before his tongue left you only to wrap his lips around your clit. He sucked once, hard enough to make you cry out, then let it go with a wet pop, smirking up at you with his mouth glistening.
âThatâs it,â he cooed, voice soaked in lust. His grip shifted, long arms sliding under your thighs so he could pin your hips down, your body useless against his strength. âSuch a good wife, taking it just like that.â
The filthy words made your pussy clench, heat flooding you in a new wave, and you let out something between a whimper and a moan. âFuckâŚCrosshairâŚâ
He chuckled against you, the bastard, and dragged his tongue back through your slit before sucking your clit again, longer this time. Your body jolted against his hold, toes curling, fingers grabbing fistfuls of bedding and petals alike.
âIâm so glad itâs you who volunteered,â you gasped, words spilling out broken, your thighs tightening around him. âSo glad itâsâahâfuck!â
His chuckle was muffled against your folds, his tongue relentless, before he pulled back just enough to mutter against your swollen pussy:
âThe others wouldnât treat you like this.â His teeth grazed your clit, playful, making you shudder. âThey wouldnât know how to worship you.â
Then his mouth sealed over you again, sucking hard, tongue teasing, his hands keeping you caged and helpless as he devoured you.
Crosshair pulled back again with that maddening pop of his lips leaving your clit, strings of spit shining between you. He didnât go far thoughâjust hovered, breath hot against your swollen flesh, and you swore the sound of him inhaling your scent was almost louder than your whimpers.
âMaker, look at you,â he murmured, thumb coming up to flick your clit once, twiceâsharp little sparks that made your hips buck against his unrelenting grip. âAll puffy and dripping for me. For your husband.â
âCrossââ you tried, but it came out as a broken moan, your thighs twitching around his shoulders.
âYou like this, donât you?â His tongue darted out, giving a light, taunting lap over your slit before moving away again. âBeing spread out like this, my mouth on your sweet cunt, making a mess of my face.â He chuckled, low and dark, and flicked his thumb over your clit harder, making you cry out. âBet youâd let me keep you here all night if I wanted.â
Your hands tangled in your own hair, pulling at the strands, desperate. âPleaseââ you gasped, voice shaking as your body jerked when he suddenly tapped your clit with his fingers, light but fast, like he was testing how far he could push you. âFuck, please!â
He groaned, sounding almost feral, like your begging was better than any victory heâd ever had in battle. His teeth grazed you again, soft nips that made you jolt. âNot yet,â he rasped, giving your clit another sharp flick that made your whole body seize. âI want you begging properly first.â
You sobbed his name, hips fighting his hold as he alternated between sucking you into his mouth and pulling away with those obscene, wet pops that echoed in the quiet room. Each time he left you empty you wanted to scream, and each time he came back it was too much, your orgasm building like a storm he refused to let break.
âTell me,â he drawled, lips brushing your clit, not giving you the pressure you craved. âTell me you want to come for me. Tell me no one else could get you this way.â
Your head thrashed side to side against the pillows, sweat beading at your temple. âIâfuckâI want to come for you, Cross. Please. No one elseâno one couldâjust please let meââ
He hummed in satisfaction, mouth closing over you again, sucking slow and deep while his fingers tapped in time with your racing pulse. âGood wife,â he muttered against your soaked heat, âthatâs my girlâŚâ
Your whole body tightened, teetering right on the edge, held hostage by his mouth.
Crosshair must have the way every muscle in your body went taut beneath his grasp. How your breath came in sharp little gasps like your lungs couldnât keep up. He groaned into your cunt, and then mercifully gave you what youâd been begging for.
His mouth sealed over your clit, sucking hard and steady, tongue flicking in relentless little strokes that pushed you right past the edge. His grip on your thighs tightened, locking you down as your body jolted violently against him.
The orgasm ripped through you like fire, so sharp it almost hurt, and you cried out his name in an almost a sob as you broke apart as your vision blurred.
Crosshair didnât stop. He groaned against you, drinking every drop of you down, his lips and chin slick as he worked you through it. âThatâs it,â he rasped between licks, voice ruined but steady. âGood girl. Come on, give it to me. Give it all to me.â
You were shaking, trembling uncontrollably under his hold, pleasure crashing in waves so strong it left you breathless. He eased the pressure only when you began to whimper from overstimulation, his kisses softer now, soothing little laps that felt almost adoring against your swollen clit.
When he finally pulled back, his lips and chin glistened and he tenderly kissed the inside of your thigh before crawling up the bed. His body caged yours in, the hard weight of his cock pressing heavy against your hip as he gathered you into his arms.
You were still gasping, chest heaving, tears pricking your eyes from the intensity of it all. He brushed damp hair away from your face with surprising gentleness, thumb swiping at the sweat along your temple.
âGood girl,â he whispered again, voice gravelly, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. âYou did so well cyare.â
You hummed weakly against his mouth, lazy and sated but achingly aware of the thick length pressed against you. He groaned as your thigh shifted, brushing it on purpose, and his hips twitched forward helplessly.
âFuck,â he muttered, forehead pressed to yours, his cock throbbing now and resting against your stomach.
He kissed you slowly as though you hadnât just come undone screaming his name minutes before. His tongue brushed yours, unhurried, while his hand slid down your hip, anchoring you. âMore,â you moan beautifully into his mouth, âI want more.â
When he shifted, rolling halfway onto his side beside you, you felt the slick head of him glide down against your folds. You gasped, shuddering at the sudden jolt of sensation as your pussy was still swollen and tender from his mouth. He didnât push in, though. Just stroked his length along your soaked slit, letting the tip bump your clit in maddening, teasing drags.
Your hips did a desperate little roll that had his lips curve into that infuriating smirk. âStill sensitive, huh?â he rasped, the gravel in his voice betraying just how tightly he was holding back. You tried to answer, but all that left you was a breathy whimper as he dragged himself down and back up again, coating his cock in your wetness.
âLook at you,â he murmured, gaze locked to your face as his hand tilted your thigh open wider. His tip nudged right at your entrance, circling but not pushing in yet. âSo fucking ready for me.â
He then lowered his head, lips kissing your shoulder so tenderly that your heart melts. You caught his eyes when he finally lifted his head. Neither of you spoke, but the air between you thrummed with silent consent, the kind that left no room for doubt.
His forehead brushed yours, lips hovering as he rasped low, âIâll go slow.â
And then, slow but steady as he promised, he started to press forward. His breath stuttered the second his tip pushed inside, the blunt head parting you inch by inch.
Heatâwet and velvet-tightâclosed around him, and Crosshair almost crumbled then and there, his body trembling faintly as he held himself back. âFfffââ He bit off a curse, jaw tightening.
You whimpered softly, the initial stretch making your walls flutter around him. It wasnât painful. Just thick and slow. A fullness that made you gasp. Your fingers clutched at his arm, nails grazing the skin as you whispered, âCrossâŚââyour voice shaky, needy, urging.
His cock twitched deep inside at the sound, his hips rolling forward another careful inch. âYou alright?â he rasped, voice breaking low.
You gave a quick nod, looking down as his cock disappeared inside you with every slow movement.
He didnât slam, didnât shove. He inched forward, then drew halfway back, then pressed in again with a rhythm of patience. The drag of him pulled a breathless moan from your throat.
âBreathe,â he muttered, his lips brushing your temple as if grounding you as much as himself. He let you cling, let you adjust, every tiny movement deliberate. âIâve got you, meshâla.â
The way he said it made your heart lurch, like it wasnât just about sexâŚlike he meant all of it.
And when you finally tilted your hips, just slightly, letting him know you were ready for more, his control frayed. He sank in deeper, a low moan slipping out of his throat at the way your body welcomed him.
Crosshair bent close, lips brushing over the shell of your ear as he murmured, voice roughened with memory, âWhen you called me âyour starsâ back at that mealâŚâ His hips pressed deeper, making your body jolt against the mattress. ââŚMaker, I wanted you then and there. Didnât care who was watching.â
Your mouth fell open, breath catching, a whimper spilling out with the way his words wrapped around you as intimately as his body did. You tilted your head back, enough to find his lips. The kiss was soft, slow, your tongues brushing as his cock slid out and then back in with a steady glide.
Each thrust melted into the next, your body clenching around him instinctively as you clung into his chest. His groan rumbled against your mouth, and when he broke away, his forehead pressed to yours. âFeels so good like this. You, wrapped around me, taking me slow.â
The pace wasnât frantic. It wasnât about release. It was about every inch of him inside you, every shiver of your body responding, every sigh and moan you gave him like it was for him alone.
He kissed you again, even more gentler this time, lips brushing yours in little whispers of touch before pulling back to watch your face twist in pleasure as he filled you over and over.
His rhythm stuttered for a moment, pulling all the way out of you with a slick, obscene sound that made your body twitch in protest. The sudden emptiness tore a desperate whine from your throat, your hands clutching at the sheets.
âShh,â he rasped, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. âAlready needy, arenât you?â
Before you could form a reply, he shifted up, long fingers curling under your thighs. In one smooth move he lifted your legs and hooked them over his shoulders, folding you open for him as he sat on his knees. You gasped at the change and at how vulnerable it made you feel⌠owned.
And you fucking loved it.
Crosshair smirked, eyes gleaming as he angled himself, the fat head of his cock nudging back against your soaked entrance. âYeah,â he murmured, dragging it through your folds, coating himself in you. âThatâs it. This is where you want me, isnât it?â
You nodded helplessly, breathless. âYesâfuck, yes, Crossââ
He slid back inside with a single, deliberate thrust that made your vision spark, filling you to the hilt. A strangled moan tore from your throat, your back arching against the bed. He groaned deep in his chest, bending forward so your calves squeezed tighter against his neck. âShit, you feel so good. So fucking tight. Like you were made to take me.â
The pace changedâno longer slow and sweet, but harder, sharper, his hips snapping against yours with wet, slapping sounds that echoed in the suite. Every thrust pushed you further up the bed, rose petals clinging to your damp skin.
Crosshair turned his head to the side, his lips brushing your calf before biting lightly, sending another shiver racing through you. âLook at you,â he muttered against your skin, voice dark and possessive. âSpread out for me. Letting me fuck you like youâre mine.â
Your nails clawed at the duvet, head tipping back as the words spilled out of you before you could stop them. âI am yours, Cross. No one elseâjust you.â
The admission made his hips slam harder, a ragged growl leaving him. His hands wrap around your legs, holding them tight to his body, keeping you pinned. âSay it again,â he demanded, amber eyes burning into you as he drove deeper, harder.
âIâm yours!â you cried out, voice shaking, tears stinging your lashes with the force of it. âAll yours, Crosshair!â
He smirked, satisfaction dripping from every thrust as he fucked you rougher, his possessiveness unraveling in every movement. âGood wife,â he groaned, bending lower so your thighs framed his face, âmy perfect fucking wife.â
He didnât even pause to catch his breath, just gripped your hips and dragged you to the edge of the bed. With a swift, fluid motion, he flipped you onto your stomach, and you gasped at the sudden change of angle, the cool sheets against your bare skin.
âYou like it when I take control, donât you?â he rasped, one hand landing hard on your arse, sending a delicious shock through your body. You grinned, breath hitching, letting out a low laugh that was part pleasure, part defiance.
âYouâre mine,â he whispered, sliding himself back inside you from behind.
Your legs instinctively spread wider as he pulled you closer, his hand tangling in your hair. He tugged sharply, bringing your head back so you bounced against his cock with each controlled thrust. âThatâs it, bounce for me. Show me how good it feels, wife,â he growled, every word thick with control.
You cried out, loud and unrestrained, the bed creaking under the force of him driving into you. âOh, Crossâyes! Harder! Pleaseâdonât stop!â
He chuckled darkly, leaning over you so your cheek pressed into the sheets, his lips brushing the back of your neck. âGood girl,â he praised, hand slapping your arse again, rough and loving at the same time. âSo fucking good for me. Look at you, taking me so well.â
Your chest heaved, legs trembling but you kept bouncing back, your body obedient and desperate, lips parted in a moan that didnât care who could hear.
He angled himself just right, hitting deep and slow at first, then snapping his hips faster, letting you feel every inch. âMaker, youâre perfect,â he groaned, voice low and commanding. âSo wet, so tight⌠all mine.â
You pressed your face further into the sheets, moaning around the muffled sounds, your body arching up instinctively. âCrosshair! Ohâyes! Iâm yours! Always yours!â
He responded by tugging your hair harder, his cock driving into you with relentless force, hand roaming over your hips and arse, marking you with every movement, praising and claiming you at once.
You turned your head just enough to catch his burning eyes over your shoulder. Your lips curved into a wicked grin even as your body shuddered with every rough slam of his cock.
âLook at you,â you moaned, voice sharp and sultry, âlosing yourself inside me. You canât help it, can you? Iâve got you wrapped around my finger just as tight as Iâve got you wrapped inside me.â
His thrust falteredâjust for a secondâas if the words themselves had tripped him. His eyes narrowed, mouth falling open, but the sound that came out was a raw and pathetic whimper betraying how undone he really was.
âYou love it,â you taunted, rolling your hips back against him with a delicious grind that had him growling through clenched teeth. âMy good husband, falling apart because of me. Cockdrunk.â
âF-fuckââ he hissed, the word tearing out of him. His pace grew erratic, desperate, like he was chasing something he couldnât hold back any longer.
Then suddenly he hauled you, panting and trembling, onto your back again. Your legs spread wide as he pressed himself flush against you, cock sliding right back into your soaked heat without hesitation.
The air punched from your lungs as he buried his face in your neck, breath hot and ragged, his weight pinning you down deliciously. Your nails raked down his back, dragging red marks into his skin while he drove into you with merciless force. The headboard slammed rhythmically into the wall with every thrust, each clap of wood-on-wall punctuated by your screams and sobs of pleasure.
âYesâyes, Crosshair, pleaseââ your voice broke, cracking under the relentless pace. Your body arched under him, sweat slick between you, every nerve ending aflame as his hips pounded into yours.
âWhereââ he groaned into your throat, biting your skin like he needed to anchor himself, âwhere do you want it, baby? Tell meâfuckâwhere should I come?â
Your head snapped back, eyes wild, desperate tears clinging to your lashes. You clutched at his back, pulling him tighter, legs wrapping around his waist to lock him in place.
âInside!â you cried, voice shaking, pleading. âPlease, Cross, come inside me. I want it, I need itâfill me with your hot cum. P-please!â
He groans like a man possessed, hips snapping even harder, his control shredding as he buried himself deeper and deeper.
Crosshairâs movements became almost frantic, hips stuttering as he drove into you with a desperate rhythm. His hand slid down between your bodies, fingers landing squarely on your clit, rubbing with perfect pressure and speed, coaxing you closer and closer to your edge.
âCome for me, right now, right now,â he growled, his teeth grazing your neck as he slammed his cock into you. âIâm going to fill you up, good girlâcome on my cock.â
Your body convulsed at his words, every nerve screaming as your climax hit with a white-hot force. You grabbed his face, forcing your lips to his, biting his lower lip as you panted hotly into his mouth, gasping, moaning and utterly undon. .
âBabyâŚâ you whispered between ragged breaths, your fingers tangling in his hair as your body shuddered uncontrollably around him.
Crosshairâs groan deep as he tensed, shuddered, and finally spilled inside you. Warm and overwhelming. You felt him pulse inside you, his hips stuttering with each breathless thrust, as your own climax trembled out against his hand, still pressing your clit with maddening rhythm.
Even after he came, he stayed buried deep, hips rocking slightly, his chest pressing to yours, letting you feel every lingering pulse of him. He nuzzled against your neck.
Crosshair let out a low, almost inaudible sigh of relief, his forehead resting against yours as you melted into his side. His hand lingered soflty on your waist, fingers tracing lazy circles over your hip.
There was a small tension as you saw him look down where his hands had been on you. You use your finger to angle his face back to you and say reassuringly, âyou didnât hurt me.â
âI canât believe we just did that,â you rasp, voice trembling slightly from exertion and lingering arousal.
He hesitated for a moment, the usually unshakable Crosshair sounding almost vulnerable. âDo⌠do you regret it?â
You cupped his jaw with one hand and silenced any doubt with a slow, deliberate kiss. And when you pulled back, your eyes softened.
âDefinitely not, my stars,â you said fondly, voice carrying sincerity. His lips twitched, almost a smile, though heâd never admit it outright. Relief settled into his posture, the tension leaving his shoulders, and for the first time since the two of you had been tangled together, he seemed⌠at peace.
Your fingers brushed over his chest, tracing the rapid rise and fall of his breath. âYou feel⌠amazing,â you whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the side of his neck, feeling the steady thrum of his pulse beneath your lips.
He let out a low hum, nudging you closer with his shoulder. âSo do you,â he murmured, still holding you like he was afraid to let go.
The two of you lay there, sweaty, sticky, and utterly spent, yet somehow more connected than ever.
You do eventually shift, muscles sore but tingling from the aftermath of everything, and groan quietly as you attempt to tug your nightwear back over your body. Crosshair watches you with a glint in his eyes, âYou look ridiculous like that,â he teases.
You shoot him a mock glare, though your cheeks betray the flush of heat and lingering pleasure. âOh, and you donât?â you retort, finally wriggling into your nightwear.
He hums, the sound rumbling in his chest. âMaybe not,â he admits, voice edged with amusement, âbut I think weâve earned a bit more⌠relaxation.â
Your brow quirks, intrigued. âRelaxation?â
Crosshair tilts his head, smirk growing. âThe jacuzzi,â he says simply, climbing off the bed. âWarm water, bubbles⌠think you can handle that after an hour like this?â
You let out a breathy laugh, the soreness in your thighs reminding you just how much fun youâd had. âI think I could manage. Maybe,â you tease, still rolling your shoulders to loosen the tension.
He steps closer, eyes tracking your movements, and reaches for your hand. âThen come on,â he says, dragging you toward the bathroom. âLetâs make the next hour⌠just as enjoyable.â
You let him lead you to the jacuzzi once itâs filled, the scent of soap and warm water filling the room. And as you both sink into the bubbling warmth, the world outside ceases to exist.
Crosshair leans back, one arm draped across your shoulders, and you curl against him, feeling both soothed and mischievous as you ponder just how long you two could stay here.
Silence stretched comfortably between you. He shifted after a moment, reaching for a bar of soap resting at the edge. Without a word, he lathered it between his hands, then pressed his palms gently against your back, his fingers smoothing over sore muscles. He was careful as he washed down your arms, sliding his touch from your shoulders to your wrists. Every stroke was accompanied by a quiet kiss to the back of your head, your temple, the damp strands of your hair sticking to his lips.
âYouâre spoiling me,â you teased softly.
âGood,â he muttered against your crown, fingertips tracing over your skin like he was memorising it.
A sly smile pulled at your lips. âYou know, you enjoyed calling me your wife a little too much back there.â
You felt him stiffen almost imperceptibly, his hands faltering just for a second before resuming. ââŚYou noticed.â
You turned your head, grinning up at him. âHard not to. You sounded like you meant it.â
For a long moment, he said nothing, eyes fixed on the water, jaw tight. But then his shoulders relaxed, and he exhaled, lips brushing your temple once more. ââŚThatâs because I did.â His voice was low, almost grudging, but the truth in it made your heart soar.
âCrosshairââ
âYouâre⌠marriage material,â he cut in, avoiding your gaze as you tilt your head back, as though the words embarrassed him more than any of the filthy things heâd whispered between the sheets. His thumb traced circles absently on your shoulder. âDonât ask me to say it twice.â
You blinked, stunned into silence for a moment before a soft laugh slipped free. The sound made him glance down, eyes narrowing like he regretted saying anything at allâuntil you leaned up and pressed your lips against his.
Seeing you refuse and reject others when they flirt with you. And not the polite way, that's only the start of it. No, he's guilty of finding you harshly putting others in place with that stern voice and piercing glare incredibly attractive. Just seeing you so unafraid and furious just riles him up in more ways than one.
If you're good with kids, that's a HUGE turn on for him. Something about your natural instincts to help a lost child, or how you play with them, ignites a dark urge within him. Just be prepared for him to get a little touchy later, plus the lingering glances he sends your way. Or the way his hands rub against your sides. Or how rougher he'll get later that night.
Another turn on for him when you've just finished doing a strenuous activity. Maybe exercise, training, or playing around with Omega. His senses will zero in on you the moment you're near. Even if he tries, the sound of your labored breaths, the rapid pulse beneath your skin, the scent of your sweat, and the color in your cheeks never escapes him.
The scent of you after a showerâfresh, clean, and so naturally youâit calms his nerves and makes his skin a little heated. And if you use one of his products, maybe his shampoo or soap, just something he usually uses. Hunter will immediately recognize the scent, and he's struggling not to press you up against the wall and mark you right then and there.
When you make those tiny little sounds not many can hear, and only he can. A breathy yawn. A tiny groan. A relieved sigh. A melodic tune. It messes with his senses. In both the good way and the bad way. The good way being he immediately calms down if he's in a terrible mood at that moment, that is if you were just humming. The bad way is that he wants to see if you can make other sounds.
The way you ask him for help even in mundane things. You always look at him with kind eyes when you do so, bright and warm as you thank him. There's nothing really out of the ordinary about that, but Echo finds himself guilty of finding that innocent glimmer in your eyes so irresistible. He's trying to be a gentleman, but you make it so difficult for him to.
He won't admit it, but it drives him crazy when he sees you defending him from the regs. He could handle himself just fine, he's faced worse than egotistical Shinies and their empty threats. But the sight of you standing up against them fills him with the strong urge up to pull you away into an empty storage room and thank you for your noble actions.
Cotton shorts. Tank tops. Loose pajamas. Short sleeves. Anything that fits your figure perfectly well, Echo will have to restrain stop himself from gaping. Something about seeing you in casual clothes while walking around the ship triggers something within him, and he finds himself guilty because he can't stop himself from staring at your legs when you walk by.
The two of you could be lounging around in your free time, when you suddenly place your legs over his lap. Echo will turn into a statue the next second. Because he's battling an inner war within himself. Not to stare down at your legs, not to reach out and touch your skin, not to feel the softness of your thighs, not to push them apart andâ
Another turn on for him is when you talk in your morning voice or just your sleepy voice in general. The natural rasp makes it so sultry even without trying. He's gonna be spending the rest of the day trying not to think about your voice. And how you would sound like saying his name.
When you remember random facts from his rambling, bringing them into the conversation or even mentioning them out of nowhere. He's just surprised that someone remembers tiny details others would normally forget. And if you correct him about something, he's either going to be incredibly annoyedâor mysteriously aroused.
You both know you can never win against him in an argument or a debate, but Maker he secretly enjoys the way you get so riled up in trying. The fierce spark in your eyes might have him a little breathless. Or when you're just being competitive in general. He's both amused and frustrated by it. Amused because he knows he's going to win again. Frustrated because you don't have any idea what you're doing to him.
The moment you do win in a debate or argument, you'd give him this victorious grin as you tease him saying things like. "How does it feel to finally lose, genius?" While leaning so close to him. His breathing will get a little heavier in the next second, and maybe he'll excuse himself to another room before it can undo him.
Most of the time he's the one infodumping, but when you do it? Looking so passionate and enthusiastic in what you're telling him? Heart eyes behind his googles. Sometimes, he's not even listening to what you're saying. Too busy watching the syllables shape your mouth. Too busy staring at your lips. Too busy thinking about the possibilities if he pressed his on them.
When he finds you sitting in his pilot seat, it makes him stop and his brain malfunctions by different thoughts. It's normal, you're just sitting there while you gaze at the stars or maybe to escape the rest of his brothers. But he's thinking about how you look so good there. How comfortable you look in his seat. How he's wishing he's the chair instead. How he's jealous of it.
Whenever you roll your neck around as you groan, he's suppressing the curse stuck in his throat. Then, you'd stretch your arms up, and the tiny glimpse of your midriff catches his attention. He'll immediately sharpen his gaze, pretending not to stare. But you knew damn well he's watching.
The small habit of yours when you're adjusting your own gear or even fixing his? It's oddly personal and intimate. To see you handle his equipment with such care. He sees the way you softly glide your palm along his rifle, the way you sort out his armor when he's too tired, or the way you polished every gear with tenderness, and thinks to himself: "Would she do the same to me?"
He often teases and challenges your expertise, just to see you take the bait. And sometimes, he'll even make some lie up to mess with your mind. And the smug little smile when you know you're right? Oh, you're just asking him to wipe it off of your lips in many different ways.
When you give him that sharp glare, craning your neck up just to meet his stare? It does something to him. Oftentimes, it's because you were arguing yet again. He finds your attitude both infuriating and tempting. Especially when you do that little huff and roll your eyes as you walk away to finish the conversation. His fingers twitch at his sides so as not to drag you back to finish it. In one way or another.
When you nibble on something. A stylus, a snack, one of his toothpicks, your nails, your lips. Anything. It just does something to him he can't explain. And he's spending the entire time watching you, glaring at your lips, the thoughts on his mind too unsafe for you to know. He'll act like he's annoyed by your little habit, but on the inside, he's tempted to replace it with something else.
When you give him that little cheeky smile when you're being playful. Oh, it always makes his heart skip a beat to see you look mischievous and coy. It's like you're begging him to kiss you senselessly until you're out of breath.
Complimenting him! He immediately melts when you praise him. Sometimes, you lean up and whisper it in his ear. He turns so red it'll put the paint in the Corries armors to shame. Now, he's constantly trying to be good for you. Just to hear your praise again. Just so you could whisper it in his ear. Just so he has something to remember late at night while he'sâ
Tackling him with a hug out of nowhere. Always gets him giggly and happy! Or when you're being extra touchy with him. Grasping his hand, stroking his arm, squeezing his bicep, patting his thigh. He allows it all, craves it even, and wishes he could do the same thing with you. Only a little greedier. Only a little rougher. Only a bit more curious with little clothes at the way.
The sound of you cursing. Whether by accident or intentional. Wrecker blinks in surprise, always caught off guard when you do it. You always say it with that sharp hiss or an exhausted exhale, and he swallows down the dryness of his throat to stop himself from telling you to say it again.
Again, he's a pretty big guy. If you're shorter than him, it'll immediately trigger his cuteness aggression. But underneath it? He's thinking about the sheer size difference between the two of you. How his massive frame could cover you whole, how his hand could wrap around your entire thigh, how his shoulders could dwarf yours, how he would fit if he was insideâ
Plot Summary: After Tech wins another riot race whilst on a side mission with you, not only does he win a substantial amount of credits, but he also wins a night with you.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language. Experienced female reader, virgin!Tech, share a bed trope, cuddling for warmth, cunnilingus, blowjob, p in v sex, multiple positions, praising, kissing, soft smut, nipple play, edging, creampie, spanking, aftercare and reassurance, friends to lovers, mutual pining. You get the gist. Not proofread so if you see mistakes 𤍠she/her
Authors note: thank you for the idea @totallyunidentified â¤ď¸
âHey Tech, look at this.â
You were halfway down the street from the clientâs warehouse after dropping off a shipment with Tech when a glowing holo-poster caught your attention. Bright neon letters scrolled across the projection:
RIOT RACING â WINNER TAKES 5,000 CREDITS + A MYSTERY LUXURY PRIZE!
Tech, tucking the credits from your delivery securely into his pocket, stepped beside you.Â
âI would prefer to stick to my schedule. Hunter expects us back on Pabu by nightfall,â he said, as he flips his visor up on his helmet to read it.Â
You roll your eyes, audibly âHunter this, Hunter that. I donât think heâll mind if we grab a little fun on the side. Especially if it means extra credits. Do you?â
Tech paused, eyes flicking back to the holoposter. âI suppose not⌠after all, I was successful on Serolonis.â He states with a sense of small pride.Â
Your grin widened, practically glowing. âExactly. And this time, nobodyâs life is hanging in the balance.â
Tech tilted his head slightly, conceding the point but only partially. âWe would still need to inquire about the application process. I imagine there are restrictionsââ
âAlready covered,â you interrupted, holding up your datapad with a triumphant flourish. His brows knit in that adorably precise way.Â
âYou signed me up before I agreed.â
âMm-hm,â you said, rocking back on your heels with fake innocence. âBut donât worry. Youâll thank me when youâre standing on the winnerâs podium.â
Techâs frown deepened, though his lips twitched that were half scolding and half smirking. âYou can not simplyââ
âOh, come on, Tech,â you teased, nudging his arm lightly. âIf thereâs anyone I can always win over, itâs you.â
He opened his mouth, ready to argue the semantics of âalwaysâ, but then faltered. His silence said it all. You werenât entirely wrong.
With a faint sigh, one that sounded suspiciously like reluctant amusement, Tech adjusted his goggles. âVery well. But if I crash and perish due to your insistence, you will be the one explaining it to Hunter.â
âDeal,â you said, slipping your datapad into your bag and falling into step beside him. âBut you wonât crash. I know you.â
Tech shot you a sidelong glance, âConfidence in oneâs abilities is⌠acceptable. I will endeavor to meet your expectations.â
âOh, youâll do more than meet them,â you said, letting your tone dip just enough to hint at friendly mischief. âIâve got faith in my pilot.âÂ
He didnât respond, just kept his eyes forward, jaw tight and a subtle shift in his posture.
When the two of you walked to where the race was being held, the pit area buzzed with noise. Engines were roaring and mechanics were shouting. The crowd in the stands thunder with cheers before the race even began.Â
You stood just off to the side as Tech ran one last diagnostic sweep on his borrowed speeder. As you glance around at everyone else's, pristine and modified, you canât help but feel heâs been shafted with this old rust-bucket.Â
He had his helmet off as his fingers moved across the console and you saw the way his eyes glaze over his competitors.
Some of them carried themselves with the air of cockiness, already sharing smug nods and handshakes, as though the outcome was predetermined. And as you take your eyes off him to look at the crowd, there were even many banners made for the other racers. Tech was just a newcomer.Â
You caught Techâs subtle frown at the sight, his grip on the edge of the cockpit tightening for just a beat too long.
âHey.â You stepped closer, your voice pitched just for him. âDonât overthink it. If you donât win, itâs fine. This is just a bit of fun. And the credits are only a bonus.â
Tech didnât look up right away, eyes still fixed on the racers, but his tone carried a quiet protest. âYou have not even seen me race before. You are placing faith in an unknown variable.â
That earned a soft laugh from you, âMaybe. But I did hear about your last one. Omega would not shut up about you after you basically saved Cid. Said you were faster than anyone out there. Iâm excited to see it for myself, honestlyâ
That made him glance up sharply. His expression shifted as something uncertain flickered on his features before he quickly masked it. Still, he couldnât stop the faint warmth creeping across his cheeks. Compliments were⌠not something he ever really knew how to handle.
Before he could reply, you reached out and brushed your hand against his arm. A small, grounding touch. âJust be careful. And have fun with it, Tech.â
The gentle pressure of your hand lingered against the fabric of his sleeve. His throat bobbed with an unspoken response, but the announcerâs booming voice cut through the moment:
âALL RACERS TO POSITIONS. THE RACE WILL BEGIN SHORTLY!â
âWell thatâs you!â You drop your hand and bend down to grab his helmet, slotting it over his head before he could even fathom what was happening. You also grabbed a comm that you were allowed to use to communicate with Tech during the race.Â
Your hands lingered on both sides of his helmet as you give him a reassuring nod. âShow them whoâs boss.â You wink at him.
As you dash towards the stands, Tech mentally prepares himself as he slides into his speeder.Â
The crowd roared to life as the racers shot off the starting line, the massive holoscreens above the arena flickering to life with split views of each speeder. You found yourself pressed against the railing, heart hammering as Techâs speeder swung around the first bend. A wave of boos went up when he cut cleanly in front of one of the local favourites.
You cupped your hands to your mouth and shouted over them, not caring about the dirty looks you get in return. âThatâs it, Tech! Show âem how itâs done!â
The boos only grew louder when he overtook a second racer. Gasps rippled through the stands and you couldnât tear your eyes from the screen.
On the second lap, a crimson-painted speeder sidled up on his left flank. With a deliberate swerve, the racer slammed into Techâs vehicle, forcing him dangerously close to the jagged wall. Sparks shrieked from durasteel grinding against stone as the racer kept their weight leaned in, determined to destroy Tech.
Your heart lodged in your throat from the stands, but Techâs voice came through calm and clipped over the comms: âUnrefined and predictable.â
Instead of fighting the push, Tech seemed to calculate the angle and watched the rival racerâs pattern. He eased his throttle and then, precisely at the apex of the next corner, Tech slammed his brakes.
The racer, not expecting the sudden drop in speed, lurched forward, their side panel scraping free of Techâs hull and straight into the rear of another competitor ahead. A catastrophic collision of sparks, twisted metal and smoke exploded as the two speeders locked together.
Tech shot through the chaos untouched, his patched-up cannons rattling but still holding.Â
Then, on the final stretch, he pulled a maneouver that made your stomach drop. Engines screamed, one speeder spun out in a cloud of smoke, and Tech slipped neatly through the gap to cross the finish line first.
The arena erupted into chaos! Cheers, groans, stamping feet, but you barely heard any of it. A flutter took root in your chest as you realised just how impressed you were. He wasnât just good âhe was extraordinary.
By the time the announcer declared his victory, you were already pushing your way down the steps back to the track. You werenât the only one though. A handful of kids darted past you and swarmed Tech before you could reach him.
âDid you see that move?!â
âYouâre awesome!â
âCan I have your autograph?â
Tech froze as if theyâd hit him with a stun blast, standing stiffly as they tugged at his gloves and legs. His mouth opened but shut again, completely unprepared for this kind of adoration. He took off his helmet and held it against his hip as he spots you, silently pleading for help.
You laughed under your breath, stepping forward to rescue him. âCareful, youâll knock him over. One at a time.â You placed a steadying hand on Techâs arm and looked up at him with a grin. âCongratulations. I knew you could do it.â
His gaze tilted down at you, and for a moment the chaos around you seemed muted. The edges of his mouth tugged into the smallest smiles, an expression he almost looked guilty for wearing.
The announcerâs booming voice broke in again. âAND OUR WINNERâTHE MYSTERIOUS NEW RACER! COME CLAIM YOUR PRIZE!â
The children scattered as the official strode forward, carrying a heavy case. He handed it to Tech with a flourish, the latch springing open to reveal neatly stacked credits. Five thousand, just as promised.
âAnd of course,â the announcer added, theatrically gesturing toward the sidelines where a second attendant held up a sealed envelope, âthe mystery luxury prize provided by our generous sponsors!â
The crowd whooped as Tech accepted it with a polite nod, still visibly uncomfortable under the weight of so many eyes, while you clapped and leaned closer with a conspiratorial grin.
âSee? Totally worth it.â
The roar of the arena dulled into memory as you and Tech slipped through the exit. At his side, the case of winnings bumped gently with each step, but it was the slim white envelope in his other hand that seemed to hold his attention.
He unfolded it as he read aloud: ââCongratulations. Your mystery luxury prize entitles you to one nightâs stay in the Grand Juniper Inn, Penthouse Suiteâcomplete with all amenities and private accommodations.ââ
You blinked, a laugh bubbling up before you could stop it. âWaitâyouâre telling me the mystery prize is an actual penthouse suite? Thatâs⌠thatâs ridiculously good.â
Tech only hummed, as though the offer were mildly inconvenient instead of extravagant. âUnfortunately, it will go unused. We are expected to return to Pabu at first opportunity.â
You frowned, lips pursing, until a thought sparked. âYou should still claim the prize, Tech. Pick someone to go with you.â
He didnât even look up from his datapad, fingers gliding rapidly across the display as though your suggestion was just background noise. âLuxuries of that nature are not something I am particularly interested in⌠nor would I even know who to invite.â
You tilted your head, searching his profile. âWhat about Phee? You two are, uh⌠close, no?â
That stopped him in his tracks. His goggles lifted from the datapad and fixed squarely on you, eyes widening behind the lenses. âWhat makes you say that?â
The sudden edge in his tone made your stomach flip. âI just noticed youâre quite chatty with her, is all?â
Instead of brushing it off, Techâs mouth pressed into a frown. He didnât deny it either, which made your chest somewhat tighten uncomfortably for a moment.
âI do not think I will be doing that,â he said at last, turning to walk again. His pace was brisk, decisive.
You sighed and fell into step beside him only for him to suddenly stop. âWould you not want to have it?â he asked abruptly.
âHave what? The prize you won?â A laugh slipped out, half disbelieving.
He adjusted the case at his side, tucking the envelope under one arm. âYou were the one who signed me up for the race. Statistically, that makes the victory and its subsequent reward partially your doing. ThereforeâŚâ He hesitated, throat working as though he were choosing every word with care. âWe could attend together.â
The laugh youâd started to smother came rushing back, light and surprised. âWaitâyouâd pick me? Over Phee?â
It was meant as a tease, but Tech stiffened, goggles tilting slightly away. âYou have been in my company far longer than she has,â he said at last, voice quiet but deliberate. âThat makes you the more valued friend, in my estimation.â
Your grin softened instantly, heart flipping at the blunt sincerity of his words. âTech, I was teasing,â you admitted gently. âBut it sounds fun, so why not? But what about heading back to Pabu?
âIâm sure I will be able to come up with an excuse to prolong our visit here.â
Veering away from the Marauderâs docking bay, you made your way to the Inn. Luckily it wasnât located too far away from your current destination so getting there was easy enough.Â
Once you get inside you noticed that the lobby was vast and practically made of all marble and glass. Plush couches lined the waiting area, and a fountain burbled at the center. The receptionist sat behind a curved desk, a man dressed in sharp navy with a too-bright smile that faltered the second his gaze landed on you. His eyes lingered longer than they should have, but you ignored it, standing just behind Tech as he approached the counter.
âWe are here to redeem this,â Tech spoke, sliding the envelope across the counter.
The receptionistâs attention flicked reluctantly from you to Tech. He opened the slip, glanced it over, and then back up. âAh, yes, the Penthouse Suite. And⌠are the two of you together?â His gaze darted between you and Tech with obvious implication.
You tilted your head toward Tech, curious how heâd handle it.
âNo,â he answered immediately, his tone flat with precision. âWe are simply two friends.â
The receptionist blinked as though the words had short-circuited his brain. Unbelievably, he leaned forward, eyes still on Tech as if you had disappeared entirely. âReally? Is she single?â
Your mouth fell open, a hot flare of irritation rushing up your spine. âI can answer myself, you know?â you shot back, brows pinched in disbelief.
The man smiled, leaning his elbows on the desk in a way he clearly thought was charming. âVery well, little lady. Are you single?â
Your frown deepened. âNo.â
That shut him up. He blinked, recoiling like youâd slapped him, and muttered something under his breath as he fumbled for the room fob. With stiff hands, he slid it across the desk to Tech, avoiding your eye now.
Beside you, Tech hadnât moved, his goggles fixed squarely on you as though he was running your answer back in his head again and again. Surprise flickered behind his gaze, but he said nothing and took the fob.
âThank you,â he said curtly to the receptionist, and with a sharp adjustment of his grip on the credits case, he turned on his heel toward the lift.
You fell into step beside him, pulse still thudding from the rude exchange. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught Tech sneaking another glance your way and you canât help but notice the confusion written all over him. But, he kept his questions locked behind his teeth.
The two of you stepped into the lift, the doors sliding shut with a soft hiss. You stand with your arms folded loosely, the adrenaline of the encounter at the desk still filling you with irritation. Beside you, Tech stood with his helmet tucked under his arm. He was silentâtoo silentâand out of the corner of your eye, you saw his mouth part slightly as if he were about to speak.
But then he stopped. Closed his lips again and adjusted his grip on the helmet.
You raised a brow faintly and tilted your head his way. âWhat?â you asked, voice breaking the stillness. âYou were about to say something.â
His hand lifted automatically to fix his goggles, an almost nervous tell. âI was merely going to state that⌠I was not aware you were in a relationship.â His tone was careful but the words carried a strange weight.
A sharp laugh left you, and you rolled your eyes. âIâm not, Tech.â
That seemed to puzzle him even more. âThen why did you say so?â
You sighed, shifting your weight against the railing behind you. âBecause it was easier. If I told that sleazy receptionist I was single, heâd just keep pushing. Saying I wasnât available was the fastest way to shut him down.â
Tech tilted his head, processing that. âAh.â
You glanced at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. âHonestly, if you hadnât jumped in so quickly with the âjust friendsâ comment, I probably wouldâve agreed to pretend we were together. Wouldâve saved me the headache.â
That made him still like youâd just dropped a wrench into the gears of his mind. His fingers flexed on the edge of his helmet, shoulders drawing a touch straighter. His silence stretched long enough for the lift to chime.
You raised your brows. âWhat, too shocking a thought?â
He cleared his throat, adjusting his goggles again though they didnât need it. âNot shocking,â he murmured at last, voice low. âMerely⌠unexpected.â
Your brows are now knitted togethe, curiosity sharpening. âWhat do you mean by that?â
Tech shifted his weight, the faintest flicker of discomfort breaking through.
âI simply mean,â he began, his words unusually halting, âthat within our unit, scenarios involving⌠fabrication of relationships, particularly for the sake of infiltration or deception, generally fall to Hunter or Wrecker. They are perceived as more approachable. More desirable.â His tone tightened on that last word, clipped like he wanted to finish quickly and be done with it. âI have never participated in what Omega would call âfake dating.â Nor have I ever been asked to. It is not a role I fit.â
You blinked at him, mouth parting, a dozen retorts sparking in your chest at once. But before you could choose one, before you could tell him how wrong he was, the lift chimed.
The doors slid open with a ding! and Tech immediately strode out without so much as a backward glance.Â
By the time your boots carried you after him, the words youâd wanted to say they were already trapped back in the lift.
The doors slid open again but this time to the penthouse suite. It was stunning.
Polished wooden floors that gleamed, a wall-length window, curtains so heavy they probably cost more than anything you even own. This was luxury. This was the nicest place you had ever set foot in without contest.
Tech, of course, just adjusted his goggles, scanning the room, âHm. Pleasant.â
You stared at him. Pleasant.Â
Your awe evaporated however when your eyes landed on the centerpiece of the suite. The bed.
One bed.
A sprawling, pristine, feather-soft monstrosity, dressed in crisp white sheets and enough pillows to bury yourself in. Your breath hitched in horror rather than delight.
Slowly, you glanced toward Tech, waiting to see his reaction. But he wasnât even looking. He was already crouched by the wall terminal, scanning the amenities menu. You looked back to the bed, then to the sofa across the room. It was plush yet nowhere near long enough for Tech. Maybe not even for you.
Your stomach flipped. He had won this after all. Logically, he should get the bed. But stillâŚ
ââŚIt seems the holoscreen provides a decent selection of archived holo-films,â Tech was saying, tone verging on animated as he scrolled. âDocumentaries, historical records, tactical reenactmentsâfascinating. We couldââ
âTech.â
He glanced over his shoulder, blinking at your tone. âYes?â
âThe bed.â
âTheâ?â He followed your gaze, goggles glinting as he adjusted them. âOh. Yes. A single sleeping arrangement.â His voice was utterly calm, as though he was just announcing the weather. He turned back toward the terminal.
You opened your mouth, then shut it again. Was he not⌠bothered?
But then the thought finally caught up. His head turned back, a faint crease forming between his brows. ââŚAh. I understand now why you might find this awkward.â
âYou think?â
âWell, as we are not in a romantic relationship, the implication of sharing a bed could be misconstrued. Socially speaking, it would appear unconventional.â
âUnconventional?â you repeated.
âYes. Though, in terms of practicality, I do not foresee an issue. The area of the mattress is sufficient for both of us to maintain personal space. It is, after all, just a bed.â
You pressed your lips together, fighting a laugh. Just a bed. Leave it to Tech to make the most mortifying situation sound like a logistical problem.
Heat crept up your neck the longer Tech stared at you. You cleared your throat and rubbed your temple, suddenly wishing you could rewind the last minute. âI⌠guess I made a bigger deal of it than it really is. Weâve been on a ship together for months now, cramped quarters and all. A bedâs not much different, right?â
âPrecisely. It is no issue.â His voice softened just slightly, as though to reassure you, but then slipped seamlessly back into his earlier train of thought. âNow, as I was saying, there is quite a respectable archive of films available. If you are interested, we could watch something later.â
That tugged a smile from you before you could help it. You honestly couldnât remember the last time youâd just sat back and watched something for no reason. âYeah,â you said, tone warm. âIâd like that.â
The two of you drifted into a comfortable silence, breaking off to explore opposite ends of the suite. You wandered toward the minibar, tugging open the cabinet doors and nearly groaning aloud. Rows of tiny gleaming bottles, neatly wrapped snacks, things you hadnât seen in forever, all laid out like treasure.
âYou want a drink?â you called over your shoulder.
Tech looked up from the console where he was still poking at the holoscreen settings. âI donât see why not.â
You pulled out two glasses, filling them up before carrying them over. He met you halfway and as you offered him one of the glasses, your fingers brushed against his as he took it.
The contact was so brief but it sent a small current through your hand all the same. Tech didnât react though, he was already tilting his head and inspecting the amber liquid in the glass. You tried to mirror his nonchalance, swallowing quickly and pretending nothing at all had happened.
âHereâs to⌠mystery luxury prizes,â you quipped, raising your glass.
Tech smiles and touched the rim of his glass to yours. âTo mystery luxury prizes.â
Night had settled outside and the two of you had migrated to the couch, half-lounging with your drinks while the holoscreen flickered in front of you. Youâd told Tech to put on anythingâso he had, naturally choosing some old documentary about⌠well, you weren't too sure what it was about.Â
You hadnât complained, though. Mostly because heâd stripped out of his armour earlier and was now in just his civs. It wasnât often you saw him without layers of gear, and you couldnât deny it.. it was a nice view.Â
The movie droned on in the background as you began to rifle absently through your bag at your feet. Your fingers scraped the bottom, tugged at a spare ration wrapper, then nothing. No sleep clothes. No change of anything. Your stomach dipped a little as you glanced from your half-empty bag to the bed across the suite, then back to Tech.
âUh⌠Tech. We shouldâve made a quick stop back at the Marauder.â
He looked over., âWhy is that?â
You exhaled, embarrassed to admit it. âBecause I didnât pack anything to sleep in.â
For a moment, Tech simply regarded you, one gloved finger lifting to pinch his chin. You could almost hear the calculations turning over in his head. Then he gave a small decisive nod. âI see. Fortunately, I always carry a spare shirt with me. If that is of any help.â
Your brows rose. That was actually perfect. âYou do?â
âOf course.â He was already setting his glass aside and heading toward his kit. âIt would be illogical not to, given the number of unpredictable environments we find ourselves in. Like this one.â
He produces a folded black shirt and when he held it up, you realised with a tiny flutter of relief that it looked long enough to cover your dignity if you wore it on its own. âWill this suffice?â Tech asked simply, offering it over.
You blinked at it in his hand as the thought of actually wearing something of his own caused your stomach to do an odd flip. âYeah,â you murmured, taking it. âYeah, thatâll work.â
Your fingers brushed his again as you accepted it. Once more, he didnât react, eyes already drifting back toward the holoscreen. But you felt the touch linger long after. What was going on?
You slipped the shirt over your arm, mumbling a quick thanks, and padded toward the âfresher. Inside, you let out a breath you hadnât realised you were holding.Â
You look down at the top in your grasp, the soft fabric covering your hands. It had been worn, maybe once or twice since the last time it was washed. You didnât know what possessed you but the sudden urge to sniff the collar was at the forefront of your mind. âOkay, no. None of that.âÂ
When you stepped back into the suite after tugging it on, Tech turned his head automatically at the sound of your footsteps and paused.
His goggles tilted up, following the hemline of the shirt, then back to your face. He didnât say anything, of course, but there was a flicker of surprise in the way his brows lifted, just the smallest tightening of his jaw before he looked quickly back to the holoscreen.
You cleared your throat, tugging self-consciously at the hem. âSo? Passable?â
âFunctional,â he said evenly, though his voice carried a touch more weight than usual. âIt is covering, and⌠suits you well enough.â
You huffed, biting back a smile because for Tech that was practically a compliment. You rounded the couch to reclaim your seat beside him, curling up with your legs tucked under you.
After another hour or two, the glow of the holoscreen faded into the quiet hum of the suite and the promise of a proper nightâs sleep tugs at your bones. You stretched with a little groan and turned to Tech. âBed?â
He agreed and the two of you made your way to the foot of the impossibly plush mattress. You hesitated there, hands still fidgeting at the hem of his borrowed shirt. âUh⌠which side do you want?â
Techâs goggles flicked to the bed, then to the door. âThe side nearest the entrance. In the event of an intrusion, it would be more efficient for me to intercept.â
Your eyes widened that he even considered the possibility. âWait, intruders? You actually think weâre going to be attacked in our sleep?â
âDo you not recall the racer who shouted threats as we departed? While perhaps not statistically probable, dismissing the possibility outright would be unwise.â
You let out a laugh, shaking your head. âThat was just some sore loser. He probably already forgot about us.â Still, you shrugged. âBut fine, closest to the doorâs yours. Makes sense.â
You slipped into your chosen side, sinking into the mattress with a sigh. Before you could get too comfortable, Tech excused himself, retreating into the âfresher. A moment later you heard the hiss of the shower.
You frowned at the ceiling, suddenly second-guessing yourself. Maybe you should have taken one first. Biting your lip, you furtively glanced around as though someone might catch you in the act, then dipped your chin to sniff under your arms.Â
Okay.Â
Fine.Â
Passable.Â
The door to the refresher clicked open, and you had to force yourself not to gape. Tech stepped out, towel draped around his neck, hair damp and curling slightly at the ends. He was bare from the waist up, abs defined in the soft glow of the suiteâs lights, his skin still glistening from the heat of the water.
He rubbed the towel through his hair. âI did not bring a spare sleep shirt,â he explained simply, âas the only one I carried has been⌠repurposed.â
Your mouth opened, closed, and opened again. âO-oh. Thatâs⌠fine.â
âGood.â He gave a curt nod, as though youâd just signed off on a mission report.Â
True to his prediction, there was just enough room for the two of you when he slipped into the bed. He was an armâs length away but close enough to feel the warmth of his body radiating across the space.Â
You lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling in the dark, trying not to think too hard about the fact that Tech was shirtless and in the same bed as you.
It was ridiculous. This bed was easily the most comfortable surface youâd ever laid on, but sleep just wouldnât come.Â
You turned over for what felt like the hundredth time, tugged the blanket up to your chin, tried closing your eyes. Nothing. Every nerve ending was aware of him: the sound of his breathing, the faint rustle when he shifted, the way the mattress dipped minutely with his weight.
After what felt like an eternity, Tech finally broke the silence. âI cannot seem to achieve rest either.â
You huffed out a breath, relief mingled with nerves. âGood. I thought it was just me.â
For some reason you spoke without really planning to. âItâs been a while since Iâve shared a bed with anyone. Especially a guy.â
The quiet stretched a beat longer before Tech answered, voice thoughtful. âI have never shared a bed with a woman before.â
That didnât really shock you. But then he added, âIn truth, I have not engaged in any physical contact of that nature at all.â
That, however, surprised you. You rolled your head on the pillow to look at him, though the room was dim. ââŚAt all?â
His reply was simple. âNo.â
You sat with that for a moment, lips parting, before a little half-laugh escaped you. Gentle, not mocking. âDoes it bother you?â
âI am not saddened by it,â Tech replied, though you could hear the defensiveness layered beneath. âIt is merely fact.â
You hummed, remembering his words from the lift earlier. âStill⌠you shouldnât put yourself down about not being desirable. Thatâs just not true.â
There was another long silence before his voice reached you again, softer now. âDo you, as a woman, find me desirable?â
Your breath caught, pulse jumping as if heâd just asked you the most dangerous question in the galaxy. Slowly, you rolled over to face him.
His goggles were gone. In the dim light, you could see the faint lines pressed into his skin where theyâd rested for so long, the almost-bruised marks framing his sharp features. He was lying on his back, his head turned toward you, watching with a stillness that made your heart hammer.
You bit your lip, the tiniest tremor in your hands as your thighs pressed together beneath the sheets. Your voice was soft, but there was no mistaking the honesty. âYes. I do.â
His throat worked as he swallowed, and you caught the faintest rise of his chest. For once, he didnât immediately follow with data or analysis. He just lay there, taking in your answer.
A sudden draft crept through the room, the kind that felt sharper for no reason at all, and you instinctively curled tighter beneath the thick duvet. It helped but not enough. The chill still found its way in, raising goosebumps along your skin. You tucked your knees up slightly and huffed a faint breath.
Beside you, Tech shifted, as though aware of your discomfort. His voice came carefully, almost like he was stepping across uncertain terrain. âIf you are cold,â he began, âI could suggest⌠you move closer.â
Your eyes flicked toward him again, half disbelieving and half amused. Was he actually flustered by his own idea? He certainly looked itâthe faint furrow in his brow, the way his mouth tightened like he already regretted saying anything. You held back a smirk, deciding not to make it harder for him, and instead scooted across the mattress until your arm brushed his.
The proximity startled him; you could tell by the slight jerk of his breath. Your head almost rested on his pillow instead of your own, and the warmth radiating from him was immediate.
âI⌠ah,â he cleared his throat, his voice defaulting into lecture mode, âthe human body naturally regulates temperature through thermogenesis. Shared contact, particularly within a confined space, is proven to be efficient for conservation of heat. In fact, there are studies showingââ
But you werenât listening. Not really. His words blurred into a gentle hum as you inched closer, soaking in his warmth, and then another shiver chased down your spine when a fresher wave of cold air brushed over you.
This time, Tech noticed. His body turned toward you, his long frame shifting until he faced you fully. His voice was quieter now, âWould it⌠would it be permissible if I put my arm around you?â
You swallowed, your teeth almost chattering from the lingering chill, and nodded quickly. âPlease.â
There was a beat of hesitation but then his arm slid around you and drew you closer into the steady warmth of his chest. The duvet tucked around both your bodies more snugly, and finally, the cold ebbed away.
His touch wasnât practiced. It wasnât smooth or bold. But stars, it was earnest. And it made your pulse quicken more than any confident gesture ever could.
He closes his eyes and hesitantly, you felt his hand begin moving in slow, steady strokes along your back. Up, then down: Soothing and almost hypnotic.
You let your hand settle against his chest in return. Your fingertips traced soft patterns, absent-minded little swirls and glides, until you found yourself focusing on the pounding thud of his heart. It was racing. He was as wound up as you were.
But neither of you commented on it.
The duvet cocooned you in shared warmth, but the real heat was coming from him and from the bare skin of his chest beneath your fingertips.Â
Then, your lips hovered near his neck, close enough to feel the shiver that went through him, and in a whisper you said, âIt was fun watching you race today.â
His eyes stayed shut as if he was afraid to open them. His hand paused for a fraction before moving again, slower now. He said nothing, but the way his throat worked, the way his chest lifted under your touch â heâd heard you.
So you leaned closer, lips brushing the sharp line of his jaw, and let the truth spill out, quiet but cutting through the dark.
âIt kind of turned me on.â
His breath hitched hard, a sharp inhale that shook against your ear. The hand on your back stilled completely, fingers pressing into you like he needed to anchor himself. Then, slowly, he drew you tighter to him until your whole body molded against his.
Chest to chest. Bare skin to fabric. His heat seared through you.
âY-youâŚâ His voice cracked, faltered, as if he couldnât make the words obey him. âYou found that arousing?â
You bit your lip, thighs pressing together without thinking, and whispered, âYes.â
His eyes opened at that and his expression⌠stars, youâd never seen him look like that before. Wide-eyed, dark, almost disbelieving.
Something broke loose in him. The logical walls. The self-doubt. All of it.
The shift was subtle at first, almost like you were just getting more comfortable â until one of your legs slid over his, draping heavy and close, pulling you nearer. His thigh pressed up between your legs, higher than you expected. The contact made your breath stutter, a low sound nearly slipping free as you tried to hold it back.Â
Stars, you shouldâve known better than to take off your panties when youâd slipped into his shirt. Now, every tiny move had you trembling.
You buried it under words, quiet praise that slipped from your lips. âYou really were incredible today⌠I mean that.â
Techâs breathing grew unsteady, shallow but quick, as if every tick of silence pushed him closer to a decision.
His hand rose, brushing gently through a lock of your hair until he tucked it neatly behind your ear. His fingers lingered, the pads trembling faintly but then his palm curved against your cheek.
The caress stole the air from your lungs. His fingers start to travel, his eyes trained on wherever his digits land. And when it grazed your lips, the sensation was enough to make you part them just slightly. Without thinking, you let them purse against his thumb, the smallest, silent invitation.
His eyes snapped up to search yours, gauging every detail and scanning for refusal but found none.
Then, with a breath he didnât seem to know heâd taken, Tech leaned in and kissed you.
At first, it was only a brush. Lips barely touching, pulling back, then meeting again with hesitant and shaky breaths. It was as though either of you could startle and retreat at any moment. But neither of you did.
The kiss deepened slowly and you found yourself chasing the shape of his mouth, pressing a little firmer each time. His hand, the one cupping your face so carefully, slipped lower with an almost reluctant drag. It curved down the line of your jaw, traced along your neck, then settled all the way down at your hip. The weight of it grounded you until, with a cautious tug, he drew you flush against him.
A shiver ran down your spine at the contact, your chest rising against his. You shifted, your leg tightening where it lay over his until you could press yourself even more against his thigh. The sudden friction made you hot and needy. You swallowed down the sound that rose in your throat, but a small moan still escaped, muffled against his mouth.
Tech froze for half a second, the noise shocking him, but then his lips moved more urgently against yours. His hand squeezed your hip once, anchoring you there, before his thumb began stroking in slow, restless circles at the hem of his own shirt draped over your body.
His thigh stayed firm between yours, and without meaning to, you ground against it again, softer this time, yet still desperate enough that your breath caught and broke against his lips.
Your fingers curled tighter against his chest when his hand began to wander higher, slipping beneath the thin fabric of the shirt you wore. His hand shifted lower and his breath hitched sharply when he realised bare skin greeted him where fabric should have been.Â
The sound that left him was barely there, more like a stifled groan pressed into your kiss, but you felt it all the same. His palm lingered against the curve of your arse, squeezing instinctively before he jerked back as if burned.
Your lips parted with his retreat, plump and swollen from the kissing, and heat rushed to your face. âIs thisâŚâ his voice was husky, unsteady, âis this all right?â
You blinked up at him, chest rising and falling against his, and nodded before words could even form.Â
Something flickered in his gaze â relief, hunger, disbelief all tangled together. Then, with a low sound that might have been your name under his breath, Tech surged forward again, chasing your lips.
This time there was no hesitation in the kiss. His mouth was hot and greedy against yours, his hand sliding back over the curve of your body as though he needed to feel you, to confirm that this was real.
You shifted with a rush of boldness, swinging a leg over until you were straddling him fully. Tech startled, a muffled sound caught in his throat as he instinctively sat up to meet you, his hands catching at your hips
Your knees sank into the mattress on either side of him and you couldnât resist giving an experimental grind of your hips against his lap. The response was immediate as you felt him stiffen beneath you, the hard line of his cock straining through the thin barrier of his clothes.
His breath caught audibly, a low, broken noise escaping his lips as his fingers dug tighter into your hips. You smirked, leaning in until your lips brushed the shell of his ear.
âFuck,â you curse, your voice warm and teasing, âyou feel⌠big.â
His entire body seemed to jolt at your words, a flush creeping up his throat as though youâd just short-circuited his entire brain. âIââ he started, but the words faltered into a strangled exhale when you rolled your hips again, slow and deliberate, dragging along the rigid length beneath you.
You smiled against his lips, savouring the shudder that went through him. Tech swallowed hard, his hands trembling as they gripped your waist tighter, torn somewhere between stopping you and begging for more.
You pulled back from the kiss with a wet parting sound, your tongue dragging languidly across his lower lip before letting go. His chest rose and fell in sharp, uneven breaths. His wide, startled eyes locked on you as though he wasnât entirely convinced this was real.
Your fingers toyed at the hem of the borrowed shirt, tugging it up just an inch, then letting it fall again in playful teases. His gaze followed every flick of movement.Â
âDo you want to see more of me, Tech?â you purred, your voice sultry.
He swallowed so hard you saw the muscles in his throat jump, his lips parting as though the words were stuck in his chest. For a moment he just stared, stunned silent, before he nodded quickly.Â
He even rubbed at his eyes once with the heel of his palm, as though trying to confirm this wasnât some fever dream.
You couldnât hold back a smirk. âSo polite,â you teased, your voice low as you hooked your fingers under the hem and began to lift. His breath caught audibly.
The shirt slid up inch by inch, his eyes devouring every bare strip of skin you revealed, hunger written across his face as though he were starving. You could practically feel his restraint pulling taut. And then, with one slow, deliberate movement, you peeled the fabric over your head and tossed it aside.
Your breasts fell free, soft and full, bouncing slightly with the motion, your nipples already tight and aching. Techâs breath hitched sharply as his eyes snap to your chest, then back to your face, as though he wasnât sure where to look, too overwhelmed by all of you at once.
You were completely bare for him.
The air felt cool against your skin, but his gaze was molten heat and burning over you. His mouth opened slightly, a quiet, choked sound escaping before he bit down on his lip, as if that might keep him grounded.
His mouth practically watered at the sight of you, his hands twitching at your hips as though he didnât dare move them without permission.
Tech pulled back slightly, the flush in his cheeks deeper than before. âIâve neverâŚdone anything like this before,â he admitted, voice low and hesitant.
You let out a soft giggle, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead. âI know, Tech,â you whispered, your fingers brushing along his jaw. âBut, do you still want to?â
âI do.â
Your chest swelled at the certainty in his tone, heart thudding in your ears. Then, almost shyly, he asked, âMay I touch you?â
The simple words nearly made you melt, a soft whimper escaping as your knees pressed closer against his. You leaned in, voice barely above a breath, âYes⌠touch where feels right to you.â
His hands were warm, trembling slightly, as they found your face and cupped it gently. The touch was reverent and your knees went weak beneath you. He could have touched you anywhere, but he chose your face.Â
The kiss was entirely different this time. His tongue nudged against yours, probing gently at first, begging entrance, and you couldnât stop the soft moan that escaped your throat. Your hands twined into the nape of his neck, guiding him closer as the kiss deepened, your hips pressing flush against his lap.
Every touch, every press of lips and tongue, was a lesson and a thrill. For you, his inexperience only makes the heat between you more intoxicating.
Techâs lips started to drift lower, tracing a slow, warm path along your jawline. Your breath hitched, a soft whimper escaping as he nuzzled against the softness of your skin.Â
âMaker, youâre⌠sensitive,â he whispered, almost in awe as you let out a small whimper when his kisses moved to your neck.Your body shivered at the intimacy, a hand threading into the short hair at the back of his neck to pull him closer.
Then he moved lower, just at the swell of your breasts, pausing for a heartbeat. One large hand cupped your chest, âYouâre incredible,â he murmured against your skin before placing tender, featherlight kisses across the curve of your breast.
A giggle bubbled from your throat at his delicate approach, but the moment his lips met your nipple, the teasing and testing, your head fell back, and a soft moan slipped past you. His tongue flicked lightly, almost experimentally at first, gauging your reaction, and you could feel him twitch below you at the sound you made.
âDoes that feel good, darling?â he asked, breath warm against your skin.Â
âYesâŚâ you murmured, your voice trembling. âIt feels⌠perfect.â
Encouraged, he grew bolder, swirling his tongue around the nipple, sucking gently while teasing with soft, precise flicks. You arched into him, letting your hands wander to his shoulders, your fingers digging.
He paused, lifting his head to see your reaction, then whispered huskily, âI like this. I want to make you feel⌠everything.â
You shivered at the confession, letting him continue, your own moans growing more insistent as his mouth continued to worship the other breast in the same attentive, teasing rhythm.
âTech⌠please⌠donât stop,â you breathed, hips shifting minutely against him as he explored your reactions, learning what made you shiver, what drew your moans, and what made your fingers clutch at his shoulders in desperate need.
His inexperience lent an almost reverent quality to his touch; slow, precise, tentative yet full of intent. Every flick of his tongue, every gentle suck, and every tender nibble feels deliberate and intimate.
You could feel the tension coiling in your stomach, the heat pooling between your legs, each sound of pleasure from your lips only urging him further.
Unable to resist, your own hand drifted down, fingers sliding slowly over the slickness gathering between your thighs. The warmth and pressure of his lips and hands made the sensation almost too much to bear. A soft, breathy moan slipped past your lips as you began to rub yourself lightly.
âMmm Tech⌠your lips⌠your hands⌠they feel so⌠good,â you whispered, voice trembling with need. Each word seemed to spur him on.
A thumb circled your nipple with a slower, firmer rhythm now, and he added gentle pinches, testing your reactions. You gasped, arching into his touch, letting him feel how responsive you were. âD-donât stopâŚâ you murmured, your own fingers circling your clit.
He paused just briefly to watch your reactions, eyes wide and fascinated, and murmured lowly, âYouâre responding beautifully."
Your moans grew a little louder, shaking, but still soft enough to feel intimate in the quiet of the suite. You leaned into him, lips brushing his jaw as you whispered, âYou⌠youâre making me⌠feel so good.â
He adjusted, one hand slipping lower to graze your hip and side while his lips and tongue alternated between both breasts.
You could feel your own fingers moving faster, slick coating them as you drew yourself closer to the edge, every flick of his tongue sending shivers through you making you shiver uncontrollably.
Your voice grew shakier, soft gasps and moans falling from your lips, your words scattered, âTech⌠right there⌠mmm⌠ah⌠just like that⌠yesâŚâ
You pressed your hands against his jaw, gently but firmly guiding his lips away from your breasts. The sudden loss of contact made your body shiver. Not yet.Â
You let your chest rise and fall, gasping softly into his mouth.
âI want to save it,â you breathed, lips brushing his as you looked into his eyes. âDo you want your cock sucked?â
Tech blinked, momentarily caught off guard, his composure faltering under the haze of arousal. His voice came out low, hoarse with desire: âI⌠I⌠yes⌠I want that,â he admitted, a heat creeping to the tips of his ears.
The combination of his hesitance and desire made your pulse spike, and you leaned closer, pressing your forehead to his, lips just hovering over his as you whispered, âThen let me show you how good it can feel.â
You could feel his heart hammering against your chest as he adjusted slightly beneath you, anticipation and nervousness radiating off him in waves. Every small movement of your body, every subtle flick of your fingers over his skin, had him tense and waiting. You smiled softly, enjoying the heady mix of shyness and lust that clung to him.
Moving carefully between his thighs once he freed himself, you brush a hand over him. Techâs cock is hot in your grip, swollen and throbbing with the head already glistening and begging for attention. You can see his uneven breaths as he watches you with a mix of awe and desire.
âYouâre so perfect,â you murmur, fingers curling around him and giving a gentle squeeze. The words make him shiver under your touch, and you canât help but smile at the way his hips twitch against your hand.
Leaning in, you lick your lips, letting your warm mouth hover just above him. Slowly and deliberately, you wrap your hand around the base again and move it up and down in tandem with teasing motions and a low, startled groan slips from him.
Heat rises in your own chest as you watch his reactions. His hands clench at the sheets, the slight trembling of his hips betraying how much heâs enjoying this. You take your time, tracing soft, warm circles with your fingers as your mouth hovers closer, letting the tension build with every deliberate stroke.
Techâs voice comes out shaky, hesitant, but full of desire: âI never knew y-you were such a tease.â His jaw goes slack, head tilting to the side as he watches you. âIâve neverâŚfelt like this before.â
You hum softly, âLet me show you,â you murmur, before slowly closing the distance, lips brushing against the tip.
You can see the way heâs struggling to stay in control, every shiver and hitch of his breath a testament to the pleasure youâre coaxing from him.
Techâs hand hovers over your hair, uncertain, as if heâs both eager and afraid to interfere. His breathing staggers as you finally take him inâslow, shallow, just the head at first. You wanted him to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation.
âTechâŚâ you moan needily against him, tongue flicking softly over the sensitive tip. His hips jerk involuntarily, a surprised groan slipping past his lips.Â
You then let your mouth close over him again with a slow motion, sliding just a little farther down this time. His eyes close, brows furrowing. Every small movement makes him tremble against your lips, and you can feel how hard heâs already grown.
âYouâre amazing,â he gasps softly, voice almost a whisper. His hands finally move, gently pressing your head closer, guiding you but hesitating with each careful motion, as if afraid to overstep.
You hum around him, the vibration making him shiver. âJust relax⌠let me take care of you,â you whisper. His body responds immediately, hips shifting slightly, pressing into your mouth despite his attempts at restraint.Â
When you glance up at him, you're almost breathless.Â
His eyes half-lidded, sweat beading at his temple and breaths coming fast. You give a teasing swirl with your tongue, letting your lips slide over the sensitive head before backing off slightly, giving him a moment to adjust. His hand twitches, gripping your hair a little more firmly, guiding you almost instinctively now. âDarling,â he groans and then whimpers your name deliciously.Â
You smirk against him, now letting your hand mirror your mouth. You stroke him slowly as you then start to take more, his tip hitting the back of your throat. The combination of your hand and mouth makes him shiver violently, a strangled groan escaping him as he slowly loses more control.
Techâs mind seems to whirl as every touch you give him brings another tremor, another gasp. His eyes search yours as if to make sure this is okay, and you give him nothing but encouragement.
âI⌠I canât wait to taste you,â he murmurs, voice low and strained, not used to saying things like this but desperate to let you know. His words make your stomach flutter, and you give him a small, teasing smile.
âI canât wait to let you,â you purr as you change tactics and slide down just a touch. Softly, your lips brush against the sensitive skin of his balls. His breath catches with a surprised sound as you take one into your mouth, sucking sweetly
Tech brings one hand to your shoulders, gripping as he lets out a shaky moan. âAhâfuck⌠thatâs perfect,â he stammers, voice trembling as he shifts slightly, pressing closer.Â
You hum around him, rolling him gently between your lips. Every careful movement draws another sharp intake of breath, another strangled groan from him, and you can feel the shiver running down his spine.
âSuch a pretty mouth,â he whispers as his hips twitch involuntarily. You take it slow, letting him adjust to every sensation, rewarding his words with gentle, teasing licks and slow, deliberate suction.
You lift your head just enough to look at him, eyes sparkling with mischief. âI like hearing you talk like that,â you tease, gently kissing his inner thigh and giving him a moment to breathe. Though the tension in his body makes it clear he doesnât want the pause to last long.
He swallows hard, eyes dark with want, a faint quiver in his chest. âDonât⌠stop,â he whispers, almost pleading.
You move your lips back to his cock, groaning against him as you move your head up and down. âI⌠I canâtââ he starts but then chokes off into a strangled groan. His hips jerked again, betraying the rapid pulse of pleasure building.
He whines in a way thatâs both desperate and sweetly innocent, his chest rises and falls so fast you know heâs close.
âPlease⌠Iâfuckâdonât stop,â voice strained and words tumbling over each other, his control slips. You hum around him, letting your lips tighten just slightly, rewarding him with that pressure, his hands clenching your hair in desperation.
He thrusts into your mouth despite his attempts to hold back, and his voice breaks into loud, shaky moans. âAh! Oh stars, fuck.â The words trail off as he loses control entirely, his release spilling hot and thick into your mouth. You donât pull back, letting him ride out every pulse, your hands still steady and attentive, coaxing him through the overwhelming wave.
He collapses back slightly, breath ragged as stars cloud his vision. Hands were still tangled in your hair whilst he was unable to speak for several long seconds. You swallow every drop, panting softly as you release him.
Techâs eyes were half-lidded and glazed with the aftershocks of pleasure. âI didnât warnââ he starts, but you cut him off with a soft laugh, pressing your forehead to his. âShh⌠you did amazing,â you murmur. His hand moves to your hip, still lingering as if needing your presence to ground him.
For a few minutes, you simply lie there beside him, letting the heat of your bodies and the rapid pulse of his heartbeat calm down. Techâs free hand finally drops, resting gently over yours that sat on his chest.Â
âMy turn.âÂ
Tech got off the bed and then suddenly, he reached down and grabbed you with such strength and care, he lifted you into his arms. In a blur you were off the bed and across the suite, your back pressing to the cool surface of a wide dining table as he set you down. His eyes burned, unblinking, as if heâd been possessed by a thought too intoxicating to ignore.
âI have always fantasised about this,â he admitted breathlessly, his lips curling as he licked them, gaze dropping between your thighs. âEnjoying⌠oral sex with a woman laid out before me, like this.â
Your breath caught, heat scorched across your face and spread down your chest as his hands slid up and down your legs.Â
You watch in awe as Tech dragged a chair forward and sat down, sliding close until he was level with your hips. He looked like heâd been presented with a feast.Â
âI must warn you,â he murmured, his voice low and reverent, âI am not an expert. But I am a quick learner.â
You were about to reply, to reassure him, but your words were swallowed in a sharp gasp when his tongue darted out, running a long, wet stripe up your folds.
âFâfuck, Techââ your back arched, hands flying to clutch the edge of the table.
He groaned at the taste, his eyes closing. Then, his lips latched onto your clit, sucking with gentle, exploratory pressure. He hummed against you as though testing the reaction, adjusting the angle of his tongue, cataloguing every twitch and moan you gave him.
One of his hands slid higher, holding you open for him, while the other pressed lightly against your hip to keep you from squirming away. He pulled back just for a second, voice low and rough with desire:
âYou taste incredible.â He cooed, kissing your pussy briefly, âI must have more.â
And then his mouth was on you again, hungrier this time, his tongue moving in firmer strokes as though he couldnât get enough of you.
His lips sealed over your clit, sucking hard, tongue flicking in short desperate bursts that had you crying out. He moaned into you at the sound, messy slurps filling the room as though he didnât care how unrefined it was.Â
âTech, baby...â you gasped, unable to stop yourself.
The single word had his entire body twitch, his hips shifting against the chair as though youâd jolted him with a live current. He pulled back just long enough to kiss the soft skin of your inner thigh, saliva glistening where his mouth had been. His breathing was ragged, lips swollen.
ââBabyâ,â he repeated, almost unbelieving. âYou called me âbabyâ. Do you have any idea what that does to me?â
He didnât wait for an answer.Â
He ducked back down, sucking at you hungrily. His tongue flattened, dragging long strokes up your pussy before circling your clit, then back again, never settling in one place for long. It was clumsy and perfect.Â
Then, with his lips still latched around you, you felt his finger sliding up, hesitating at your entrance. He pulled back, his voice trembling but firm.
âif I may,â he whispered, kissing just above your mound, his nose brushing you, âI want to give you more. I want to feel you⌠inside.â
âDo it,â you whimpered, hips rolling up toward him.
His breath shuddered, and then he pressed his finger slowly into your heat, his lips returning to your clit as though he couldnât bear to leave it.
âOh⌠you are so tight,â he groaned, almost to himself, his forehead pressing to your thigh. âMy hypothesis was correct. You feel indescribable. Better than anything...â
Your toes curled, thighs shaking as his finger began to pump, careful but eager and curling as though searching. He muttered against your skin between hungry licks:
âTell me⌠what you need. Tell me how to perfect it. I want to learn youâcompletely.â
Another moan ripped from you, and you reached down, tangling your fingers in his hair, tugging gently as you gasped, âYouâre perfect already, Tech. Kriff, youâre making me lose my mind.â
He groaned into you, the sound vibrating right through your clit, his messy mouth and that insistent finger making your whole body quake. You could feel how careful he was, how he paid attention to every gasp, every twitch of your thighs. But as your hips rolled, greedily seeking more, something inside him snapped.
His motions quickened, from measured strokes to sharp thrusts that made your breath stutter. A second finger slipped inside before you even registered it, stretching you deliciously as his mouth sealed back around your clit.
âTechâoh fâfuck, Tech!â you sobbed, your nails scraping the table as his fingers pistoned in and out, faster, harder, the wet slap of his palm against your cunt echoing through the suite.
He pulled back just enough to gasp against your soaked folds, his voice rough and wrecked: âGrind on me. Grind that perfect pussy against my hand, against my mouth. I want you to use me. Please.â
The raw desperation in his tone made your stomach twist with heat. Your hips obeyed before your mind caught up, grinding down on his face, against the thrust of his fingers, slick smearing over his chin.Â
âCum for me. Cum on my faceâplease, I need it, I need to taste it.â
That was it. You broke.
Your cry tore through the room, high and raw as your body seized, your thighs clamping around his head. He held you down, his fingers thrusting mercilessly, his mouth latched to your clit as if heâd die without it. White-hot pleasure ripped through you, wave after wave crashing until you thought youâd unravel entirely.
He moaned into you like it was his own release, his lips soaked wet as you rode out every last tremor against his hungry mouth and eager fingers.
And still, even as you shook and whimpered from the overstimulation, he whispered into your slick folds:
âYou taste exquisite.â
Your body still quivered from the orgasm when Tech finally pulled his mouth from you. His eyes are wild and yet tender.
He stands as you sat up on the table trying to catch your breath as he gently steadies you, his thumbs stroking your waist. His sweetness disarmed you, even in the haze of lust.
âHow⌠did I do?â
Your heart fluttered. Maker, this man. Even with his mouth still glistening from you, he was innocently asking for feedback. You smiled lazily, brushing his jaw.
âYou were perfect, Tech. Better than perfect.â
He wipes his face and leans in slowly, kissing your lips so sweetly you could cry.Â
You gasped softly when you felt his cock, hot and heavy, brushing against the inside of your leg as if demanding your attention. You bit your lip, eyes dragging down to see it. Long, flushed, desperate. Your thighs clenched in anticipation.
âIâm ready,â you then whispered, voice soft as you met his gaze again. âIf you are.â
His breath stuttered, but his grip on your waist firmed, pulling you closer to the tableâs edge. One hand shifted lower, guiding himself, his cock sliding up and down your soaked folds. The friction made you whimper, made your hips chase him instinctively.
âStars, Tech,â you moaned, nails curling into his shoulders. âI couldnât have imagined us end up fucking like this.â
A sound left him, half a laugh, half a groan. He leaned down and captured your mouth in a kiss, swallowing the heat of your words, his tongue moving with uncharacteristic boldness against yours.
You thought he was about to push into you, every nerve sparking with anticipation as the thick head of his cock nudged your entrance. But instead, he drew back suddenly. Without warning, his arms slid under you, lifting you off the table.
You gasped, clinging to him, your thighs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
âTechâ!â you laughed breathlessly.
âI want you comfortable,â he said with quiet determination, carrying you as though you weighed nothing.
Your stomach swooped as he carried you back to the bed, your body pressed tight to his, his cock brushing against your thigh with every step. You purred, voice husky with both admiration and lust. âDidnât know you were this strong,â you teased, your lips brushing his ear.
He laid you down gently on the mattress, his body hovering over yours. His eyes drank you in like you were his whole galaxy. âStrength,â he murmured, crawling over you, âis not exclusive to the battlefield.â
His cock pressed against your folds again as he settled between your legs, and you shivered, your hands running over his bare chest.
Tech positioned himself with such intent it made your breath hitch. His cock nudged against your entrance again, slick and hard, and this time he didnât pull back. He held himself steady with one hand braced on the mattress by your head, the other guiding his length but his eyes never left yours. âI am going to proceed slowly,â he whispered, voice thick, like he was trying to talk himself through this moment. âTell me if it is too much. Please.â
You nodded quickly, already trembling with anticipation.Â
And then he pressed forward.
The head of his cock stretched you open, dragging a whimper from your throat as your head fell back into the pillows. Inch by inch, he slid inside, his jaw dropping open as though he couldnât quite believe what he was feeling.
âOh⌠Maker,â he exhaled as his whole body shuddered, hips stalling for a moment as your walls clenched around him. âYou areâgods, so warm. It isââ he broke off with a ragged moan, lowering his forehead to your shoulder.
Your fingers dug into his back, nails raking lightly over his trembling muscles. âTechâTech, please⌠move,â you whispered, your voice wrecked. âI need you to.â
He pulled back just enough to see your face, his eyes wide and searching, like he was memorising every twitch of your expression. His hips rolled slowly, easing himself deeper until he was fully seated inside you. You gasped, clutching him closer.
âPerfect,â he breathed, his words hot against your ear. âYou fit me perfectly, meshâla. As though you were designed to. I cannotâŚâ His breath hitched as he began to withdraw slowly, the drag of his cock sending sparks through your body. ââŚI cannot believe this is real.â
You moan softly which spurs him on. âYou make such beautiful sounds,â his voice trembles with reverence and lust all at once. His pace stayed slow, almost torturous. âEach one⌠mine. All mine.â
âTechââ you whimpered, scratching lightly down his back again, hips rolling to meet his. âFeels so good, baby, pleaseâharder, I can take it.â
His lips parted, and he let out a groan so raw it made your walls flutter around him. He gasped, thrusting just a little deeper and a little firmer.Â
Your hands slid up to cup his face, pulling him down into a desperate kiss, moaning into his mouth as his cock filled you again and again.
Your teeth caught his lower lip in a gentle bite, nothing more than a tease, but it undid him. Techâs breath stuttered against your mouth, his hips rolling instinctively, burying his cock deeper in the slick heat of your pussy. His whole body pressed flush against yours, his weight grounding you, as though he couldnât stand a single inch of space between you.
âFuck, meshâla,â he whispered against your lips, the word in Mandoâa rumbling like velvet from his chest. His hips moved in slow, controlled thrusts, every drag of his length inside you tender but devastating. âSo beautiful.â
He kissed along your jaw and throat, until he reached the swell of your breasts again. With a shaky groan, he cupped one in his hand and bent to kiss it, lips brushing featherlight across your hardened nipple. You gasped at the touch, your fingers tangling in his hair instinctively.
âOhh, Techââ you moaned softly.
He hummed against your skin, the vibration making your nipple pebble harder before he opened his mouth, tongue swirling in an experimental circle. He flicked over the peak, then drew it between his lips and sucked gently. The sensation ripped a whimper from your throat, your hips lifting to meet his.
âDarling,â he whispered in awe, switching to your other breast with careful attention, licking and kissing the hard peak as though it were something to be worshipped. âI have⌠dreamed of this. Dreamed of youâŚof having you this way.â
His words spilled out without thought, unfiltered confessions meant only for you. At his admission, your pussy clenched tight around him, squeezing him so hard he groaned against your breast. His hips faltered, stuttering inside you, before he dragged back in slow, sweet thrusts again.
âOhâfuck, baby,â you whispered breathlessly, clutching his head closer to your chest as your body trembled under him. âYouâve dreamed about me? About us?â
His tongue dragged wetly across your nipple again, followed by another suck that made your toes curl. He pulled back just far enough to pant.
âYes,â he admitted in a husky whisper, his hips rolling deeper as though to emphasise the truth. âEvery night I wanted to know how it would feel to be inside you. To feel youâclenching around me like this.â His lips sealed back around your breast.
Your head tipped back into the pillows, a soft cry breaking free as his words hit you as hard as his cock did. The tenderness of his pace, his whispered Mandoâa, his lips at your chest.
âTech,â you breathed, cupping his jaw and forcing his brown eyes to stay on yours. âLet me ride you. Please, I wanna ride your cock.â
His eyes widened, lips parting as though heâd never even considered such a thing. But when you rolled your hips, squeezing around him he swallowed hard and nodded. âY-Yes. Whatever you wish, cyarâika.â
You smiled, before pushing gently at his chest. He let you roll him over without resistance, his back hitting the mattress as he watched you climb above him. Your hair was mussed, your tits bouncing with every movement, and his pupils were blown so wide they nearly swallowed the iris.
You hovered over him, grabbing his cock and stroking it once, slick with both of you. He groaned at the sight, fists gripping the sheets tight, chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.
âStars,â he whispered shakily. âI canât believe this is happening...â
You smirked and lined him up, lowering yourself slow until his thick length filled you all over again. Both of you moaned, the sound tangled between youâhis low and broken, yours high and needy.
âTech,â you gasped, biting your lip as you sank down to the hilt, âFuck, you feel so good.â
His head dropped back against the pillows as his mouth fell open in a groan. âOhâohhh. Maker, meshâla. You are... Youâre soâtight, ahh!â You started moving, your hips lifting before sinking back down, setting a steady rhythm. Your moans came quicker, your body already greedy for him, but your eyes never left his face.
âYou like watching me, baby?â you teased between moans, bouncing a little faster. âYou canât stop staring at me, can you? Donât even wanna blink.â
He nodded frantically, voice breaking with every upward drag of your pussy around him. âNoâno, I cannot. Youâre⌠mesmerising. Stars, youâreââ His words dissolved into a loud moan, his fingers twisting the sheets so hard they might tear.Â
There was something about watching such a confident and talkative man suddenly struggle for words.
You leaned forward, bracing your hands on his chest as you picked up the pace, your tits bouncing with each thrust down. âYouâre so fucking big, Techâahhh, fuck. Filling me up so good.â
His chest vibrated with another groan, hips jerking up to meet yours involuntarily. âCyarâika, IâI cannot hold back when you speak this way.â
âGood,â you panted, smirking down at him through hooded eyes. âDonât. I want it messy, baby. I want you messy for me.â
His eyes rolled back, his breaths turning ragged. You rode him harder, sweat slicking your skin, until the pressure coiled sharp in your belly.
âSpank me,â you begged suddenly, desperate. âPlease, Techâspank me.â
He groaned as though the request ripped through him, his hands immediately leaving the sheets to grab your arse. His long fingers squeezed, spreading your cheeks, before he gave you a firm, open-handed smack. The sharp sting made you cry out and clench around him, sending shockwaves through both of you.
âOhhh, yes! Fuck, just like that!â you moaned, grinding down harder.
Techâs lips parted on a ragged moan, his hips snapping up into you as he spanked you again, firmer this time. âYouâreâso responsive. So perfectââ
âHarder, baby. Spank me harder.â
He obeyed without hesitation, another sharp smack echoing in the room. Your pussy fluttered around him, your cries growing louder as his grip alternated between spanking and guiding your hips down onto his cock. His moans grew desperate, shaky, every sound raw and unrestrained.
âMeshâla,â he gasped, voice cracking. âWatching you riding me⌠feelinâ youâitâs⌠oh, stars, itâs divine.â
You leaned down, kissing him rough and needy, your words muffled against his lips as you moaned, âYou were made for me, Tech. My perfect man.â
That praise alone nearly undid him. In a blur of strength, Tech sat up, grabbed your waist, and lifted you clean off the bed. You gasped in surprise, your legs automatically wrapping around his lean frame as his cock never left your dripping cunt. His lips were on your neck before you could catch your breathâopen, bruising kisses marking you as he pressed you hard against the wall.
âOhhhh! Tech!â you cried, head falling back as his hips snapped up into you, each thrust slamming deep, the sound of your bodies obscene. âOh fuck, youâre so goodâso fucking good!â
He moaned against your throat, his breath hot and ragged. âMaker, you make it easy. So responsive, so beautifulâI cannot stop myselfââ
You clung to him, nails digging into his back as your cunt squeezed around him tight. âDonât stop, babyâplease, donât stopââ
His pace grew erratic, his moans vibrating against your skin as he panted into your neck. âDarling you should not praise me soâitâit makes meâahhhââ Another sharp thrust, and you cried out, your legs trembling around his waist.
You laughed breathlessly through the moans, your lips brushing his ear. âFor a beginner, youâre so fucking good. Youâre ruining me.â
Something primal flickered in his eyes, and with a groan, he tore you away from the wall and carried you back to the bed. The world tilted before you landed soft against the mattress, Tech above you, not once letting his cock slip free.
He adjusted, grabbing your leg and hooking it over his arm, angling himself deeper as his hips ground against yours. His voice was a husky growl, unlike anything youâd heard from him before.
âLittle cockwarmer,â he muttered, almost reverent, almost feral. âThatâs what you are.â
Your cunt pulsed at the name, a broken moan spilling from your lips. âFuckâTechââ
His hips shifted again, finding a new angle that made your body jolt with every thrust. He pinned you with his hand gripping your thigh, holding you open for him. It was a dominant way that made you dizzy.
âIâm going toââ His voice caught, his moan guttural. âI am going to fuck you harder, cyarâika. Hard enough that youâcry my name.â His teeth caught his lip as he bent close, pushing further into you with wild eyes. âAnd then I will spill my seed into you. Fill youâŚmake certain you never forget your first time with me.â
The promise alone made your pussy clench desperately around him, your eyes glassy as you gasped, âMmmm yes, Tech, harderââ
He groaned raggedly and pulled back before slamming into you again, the bedframe groaning with the force. Your cries rose higher, raw and broken, every thrust dragging you closer to the edge again as he held your leg tight, owning every part of you.
A raw need made his hips piston into you perfectly. The slap of his balls against your soaked pussy echoed in the room, filthy and wet, the sound alone enough to have you keening.
Your leg trembled in his iron grip as he held it high, opening you wide for him. His thrusts were so deep you could barely breathe.
âOhâoh fuck, Tech!â you cried, your hands clawing at the sheets as your tits bounced with every slam of his hips.
His other hand left the sheets and moved to your chest, groping and squeezing your breasts as if he couldnât get enough of them. His fingers pinched your nipples harshly, rolling them between his fingers until you yelped in pleasure.
âThatâs it,â Tech groaned, briefly wiping the sweat from his forehead. âMaker, you take me so perfectly.â
You whimpered his name, legs shaking, body already begging for release.
His grip on your breast slid down, hand moving with precision to your swollen clit.
âI am going to touch you here,â he rasped, âI want to feel you convulse around me when you cum.â
And then his fingers were on youâfast, clever, circling and rubbing your clit with the same intensity as his thrusts. The double assault made you scream, your hands flying to his forearms for something to anchor yourself against.
His hips snapped hard, balls smacking wetly against your cunt with every thrust. âCum for me,â he begged, still pinching your nipple with his free hand. âCry my name. Let me feel you milk me dry. I wantâahhâI need to see you lose yourself on my cock.â
Your whole body tensed, fire coiling tight in your belly as the messy, relentless rhythm of his cock and fingers dragged you to the edge.
Your orgasm tore through you so violently it was almost unbearable.
Your back arched off the bed, mouth falling open on a strangled cry as your cunt clenched down around Techâs cock like a vice. Another wave of white- heat ripped through your body, more powerful than before as you spasmed helplessly around him.
âFâfuckâTech!â you sobbed, eyes rolling back as stars burst behind your lids.
But Tech didnât stop.
If anything, the sight of you unraveling only spurred him harder. His hips kept rutting into you with deep thrusts. Your whole body shook, overstimulated and raw, tears threatening at the corners of your eyes as his cock dragged every ounce of pleasure from you past the point of sanity.
âCyarâikaâŚâ he groaned, his forehead dropping to yours, his breath ragged. âYou feel... I donât want to stop yet. I cannotâI need you longer.â
Your words came out slurred, weak, desperate and totally cockdrunk. âP-please fill me up, baby⌠I canâtâoh starsâI canât anymoreâŚâ
The pleasure began blurring into near painâbut you wanted it, wanted him, even as your body writhed helplessly under his relentless pace.
His groans are raw as he cooed your name when his hips stuttered, cock pulsing deep inside your soaked heat as he finally let go.
With a guttural moan, Tech buried himself to the hilt, grinding his pelvis against your overstimulated clit as his release surged hot and thick inside you.
âMakerâyesâtake it all. Stars above, you were so good for meâŚâ he whispered hoarsely, his voice shaking as he pumped every drop of himself into you.
You gasped weakly, legs trembling around him, your nails dragging along his back as his cock pulsed deep, filling you until you could feel it leaking down your thighs.
Tech held you close through the aftershocks, chest pressed to yours, lips brushing your damp cheek as he whispered almost reverently, âCyarâika⌠ner karâta⌠youâve undone me entirely.â
You let out a shaky breath, feeling the warmth of the aftermath settle over you. The room was quiet except for your ragged breathing and Techâs soft, anxious murmurs. He rolled over briefly, grabbing his goggles from the night stand and adjusted them back on.
âWas that⌠pleasant enough?â he asked, almost as if he needed your approval to believe it himself.
You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned forward to press a tender, lingering kiss against his mouth. It was slow but full of affection and warmth. Pulling back slightly, you whispered against his lips, âYou did so wellâŚâ
A soft, almost whiny sound escaped him, his body visibly trembling at the praise. He wanted to bask in it, let it rattle him furtherâbut the moment he remembered you, concern immediately took over.
âI did not hurt you⌠correct?â His hands hovered over you, unsure whether to touch or fuss, his words tumbling out in a rush. âWas it too much? Too fast? Did Iâdid I overwhelm you?â
Your eyes soften so you run a hand along his cheek. âIâm fine, Tech. Really. That was amazing,â you reassured him, voice gentle, coaxing him to relax.
Even as he let out a faint sigh of relief, his protective instincts didnât subside. He reached down, lifting you into his arms effortlessly, holding you close against his chest. Your head rested on his shoulder, heart hammering, as he continued to fuss, his voice laced with concern and admiration.
âYour legs⌠are you sore? Your back? Please, tell me. I want to know if youâre okay⌠truly.â
âTech, youâre fine. Iâm fine.â You soothe, tracing a hand over his chest. He nodded slowly, though his eyes betrayed the way he was still processing everything. âGood⌠good,â he breathed, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before burying his face in your hair. âI just wanted to be certain as I have never-â
You shook your head, smiling as you tightened your hold around him. âI know, Tech. But you did wonderfully. I donât think Iâve ever felt like that before.â
Even in the aftermath, the closeness and the warmth of him holding you felt almost intoxicating.
After a long, tender cleanup, the two of you found yourselves side by side in the suiteâs shower. The warm water cascaded over you both, steam curling around your bodies.Â
Techâs hands were careful, almost shy as they moved along your shoulders and back, washing away the remnants of your shared intensity. You mirrored him, letting your fingers trace the lines of his chest and arms, feeling the steady beat of his muscles beneath your touch.
It was sweet and even almost comical at times.Â
Tech fussed over the soap and hair products while you laughed at him. The intimacy wasnât rushed or overtly sexual this time; it was simple and comforting.Â
Afterwards, wrapped in the plush towels, you returned to the bed. The sheets were cool against your skin, but the warmth of Tech pressed against you quickly erased any chill. You lay side by side, limbs occasionally brushing.Â
You spoke about everything and nothing. Hours passed like this, the night stretching peacefully around you. When sleep began to take over again, you cuddled closer to him.Â
As dawnâs early light spilled into the suite, you pressed your lips lightly against the curve of his shoulder and whispered, âIâm really glad I saw that holoposterâŚâ
Tech turned his head slightly, eyes still heavy with sleep, a soft smile on his face. âSo am I.â
ok but whatever you do, donât look at the pain and exhaustion on Wreckerâs face because dude literally gave everything he had left to those operatives 𼲠also, probably best if you donât perceive the devastating concern in Echoâs eyes because he can see his strongest brother is utterly spent and but a shell of himself
