Lumberjack!Techno x reader
My wife has them
Warnings: NSFW hints, domestic moments.
“How many bunny?” Your lumberjack asks grabbing three packs of rice before you even got a chance to glance at the shopping list.
“You can’t just-“ you start but your boyfriend places a peck on your lips as he puts the food in the shopping cart.
“What’s the next item on the list?” He asks moving behind you his large hands on the handles either side of the cart, his colossal muscular form enclosing around your figure. Your eyes glance over the paper in your hands, but you know when you get so distracted by something you read the same thing over and over again.
Your were repeating the same word in your head ‘pasta’. That word sits in the back of your throat but you can’t quite get it to come out, not with the chapped plump lips of your man running across your neck. His thick fingers pulling down the material of your top to kiss your shoulder.
“Tec.” You squeal nudging him with your elbow while glancing around to see if anyone was looking your way. Not that it would matter if someone was, your expeditionist.
“Next item.” He hums inhaling your scent his tongue swirling over your skin as he sucked a hickey on your neck. His hands rough and curious as they searched your body.
“Control yourself for five minutes man.” You say trying to hide your smile as you push the cart forward.
“How can I?” Techno whispers slipping his arm around your shoulder, “you can’t say that when you look like this.” He gestures to your jeans and his t-shirt that was hanging from your body.
You shake your head with a muttered “Jeez.”
Waiting in line you fiddle with Techno hands, testing to see how large they are compared to yours. Unsurprisingly the size difference was monstrous. The beefy lumberjack tugs on your pinky, happy to have you against him regardless of where you are.
The man you approach looks your boyfriend up and down with a lip bite and you instantly get defensive. Techno unpacks the shopping cart onto the conveyor belt, his muscles rippling as he grabs the food and places it down.
“Do you have all the bags you need sweetheart?” He’s looking at your man, ignoring you completely and you squeeze Technos arm by accident. He looks at you and then the man before speaking.
“My wife has them.” He grunts, before glancing at you his hands gripping yours quickly and slyly that even you had to take a second to process it. The ring that was sitting on your index finger was now playing as a wedding ring.
“Right.” The annoyed sound of the shop worker seeped into your happy moment.
“Go on bunny.” He smirked with a peck to your cheek and a tap on your bottom. You head to the end of the till and start packing the shopping up. Techno joins you soon enough lifting the heavy bags off the end and into the shopping cart like they were feathers. You have to look away or you’ll get even more flustered at the sight of your man’s strength.
“Cash or card love.” The man purrs, you can’t help but let you head jerk to the side, squinting. The audacity!
“Card.” Techno grunts pulling out his credit card and tapping the card reader before shoving it back into his leather wallet then his jeans. Your eyes wander to the way they curve around his ass and he notices. “All yours bunny.” He smiles softly, tapping the underside of your chin with the curve of his index finger.
“Here.” The cashier’s glum tone interjects another happy moment, he’s really starting to piss you off. You grab the receipt out of the man’s hand with the biggest fake smile you could muster.
“Thankyou.” You make sure to flash the rock that’s sitting on your finger faking it til it makes it. The light catches it and the man’s eyes hone in on it before they meet yours with a glare.
“Come on bunny, let’s go home.” Techno’s arm is back around your waist as you move to push the cart.
“Have a nice day!” It sounds more sarcastic than sincere and it’s partially yelled out.
“Ignore him.” Techno whispers, his grip tightening. You realise that not only were you being territorial but so was he. Your mind goes back to that moment, the last time someone flirted with Techno.
“How dare you?” The accusing tone rings throughout the diner, it has your head snapping toward where it came from. Your eyes widen at the sight of your lumberjack pointing a thick finger at a woman who looks as shocked as you were. “I’m a taken man,” he shakes his head backing away from her.
You were so busy being jealous you didn’t even notice Techno’s possessiveness rising to the surface. The same possessiveness that had your man rushing to put the food filled bags in the truck and sliding into the drivers seat next to you. His large hand on your thigh slipping higher until he’s knuckles deep in your cunt listening to your beautiful moans echoing around him.
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