“All that and you still want me faster?”
Racer Tech X F!Reader One Shot
Summary:
Some might say you have a thing for racers and this one has certainly caught your attention. You wonder if you can convince him to get down and dirty in the racing garages but it might turn out that he has a few persuasions of his own.
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Content Warning: SMUT, PiV, Oral (m & f receiving) Condoms, Unprotected Sex, Tech has a breeding kink, Dom Tech, Sex in a small and uncomfortable place, Dangerous sex.
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Your heart thumped hard against your ribcage, your eyes glued to the wide, glowing holo screens bolted over the raceway. The riot pod took the wrong tunnel, the broken one all the other ones had avoided. Your thighs squeezed together as the pilot increased his speed, a daring breakneck pace.
You already knew you wanted him.
A rampant curiosity had been peaked when the human racer was presented at the line up. A stern but cocky salute to the projection droids. You were sure he was dead meat in comparison to the droids and species more suited to the game… but he was good. Possibly the best you'd ever seen.
A vicious explosion on the track and he crossed the finish line, winning the race and sealing the deal in your mind. As you watched the man emerge from his pod victorious your thoughts echoed one desperate, needy plea.
You wanted him.
In motion already, you took the stairs fast; Trying to look inconspicuous as you slipped through service doors to the racer garages. A thin alley and thinner hope was guiding you to the bright thorofare of the dirt track. Hanger doors stood wide along the sides of the raceway. You glanced into them as you passed, searching. He had to be here, he couldn't have left already…
You stopped in your tracks, rocking back as a large man lumbered from the hanger in front of you. Oddly enough he had a child in tow, a little blonde girl giddy with excitement.
“Hurry up then! We need to go find Cid!”
The younling called over her shoulder.
“All that and you still want me faster?”
A lilting timber of a voice drifted out the door and it stirred something in you. You hadn't heard the racer speak, but something primal in you knew you had found him.
“Oop, watch yerself!”
The hulk of a man gruffed out jovially as he pulled the girl from her collision course with you. The pair pushed past, continuing a banter in a familial back and forth as they went. You watched them till you were sure they wouldn't turn back before leaning around door frame to take a look inside.
A flutter went through you when you spotted the white armor plates leaning into the riot pod. A spotlight soaked the scene in a warm beam thick with dust moats in the suddenly quiet garage. Well, almost quiet. There were quiet murmurings making their way to you as the man talked to himself under his breath.
You came within an arm's reach of the hunched figure before clearing your throat, announcing your presence.
He shot upright, banging his head on the lifted pod door.
“Oh! Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to startle you,”
He rubbed a gloved hand over the back of his head, tousling his short strands absently while he scanned over you with amber lenses.
“Can I help you?”
“I hope so,”
Your heart started to thump again as his expression became puzzled.
“Can you… show me the pod?”
You raised an eyebrow, inclining your head to the vehicle open on the lift.
“I'm not sure-...”
He trailed off, scanning over your posture again.
You stood, leaning suggestively with your chest pushed forward. The tight, low cut gave him a good view of your cleavage where it was framed by the bright colored fur ruff of your cropped jacket. The sturdy skirt wrapped about your hips was short, and you caught the subtle gulp as his eyes flicked down to your thighs and the flimsy tops of the netted stockings rising from your heeled boots. He met your eyes again,
“You… want to see the pod?”
“And maybe more Mr…?”
He blinked, chuffing slightly,
“No mister, just… Tech,”
You knew that, but it was more polite to let someone introduce themselves. At least you thought so as you returned in kind.
“So, how ‘bout it Tech? What makes this pod so… fast?”
Slowly, as if other thoughts where taking priority, he turned back to the pod.
“This model is custom, see the fuel canisters feeding the thrusters directly? They're separate from the crystals that provide the rest of the electronics with power… it's inspired really,”
It was an interesting design, and you had seen quite a few of these machines. You casually leaned in to look, bumping the side of your breast against his arm.
“What did you drop out there?”
“Ah, those were the shields,”
“You got rid of the shields?”
“I didn't need them,”
“Kind of reckless don't you think?”
“It was calculated, barely a risk,”
“Too bad, here I was hoping you might be a little… reckless,”
With your last remark you turned more fully towards him and leaned into his side, a soft but suggestive smile playing on your lips.
“You're not very subtle are you?”
“It doesn't suit me to be subtle,”
You swear a small twitch quirked the corner of his mouth as he looked down at you.
“Show me the cockpit?”
“What do you want to see?”
“I want to see you behind the wheel…”
He raised an eyebrow, pausing briefly before he lifted himself into the seat with a surprisingly fluid motion. You stepped up on the bumper, took a deep breath, and slipped into his lap. You felt him stiffen momentarily, but it passed. As you relaxed against him he reflected your ease, settling you into the tight space.
He started pointing out switches on the dash, explaining what they did, pressing his chest plate against your back as he leaned forward to reach. His breath played over the bare skin of your neck forcing you to stifle a shiver.
“Something wrong?”
Tech's voice was low, almost a purr in your ear.
Enough show and tell.
You slid your hands down the plastiod on his thighs, finding your way behind your hips to reach for his groin.
“Only thing wrong is your clothes are still on,”
His breath hissed between his teeth as your hands found what they were looking for, massaging the half hard shaft through the thin pants he wore.
“Right to it then…”
You let out a small squeak as he suddenly lifted you, using a surprising display of strength and dexterity to turn you to straddle him. His arms wrapped around your back as he pulled you into him. You leaned in to find his mouth, his thin lips pressing back roughly before he pulled back.
“Why do you want this?”
“Does it matter?”
“I like to be sure,”
“I… I saw you race,”
You stumbled over yourself as a gloved hand pawed at your top, finding the hardened pebble of your nipple beneath the cloth and giving it a sharp pinch.
“You like racers?”
“Not just any racers…”
“Is that so?”
He pinched you again, putting a slight twist into the motion to make a jolt of heat shoot through you.
“You're good,”
You panted, suddenly desperate,
“I've never seen someone race like you,”
“Of course you haven't.”
No chance to respond, he pulled you back to him sucking your bottom lip between his teeth. Your top was tugged down, the thin shift of the bralette underneath shifted aside to expose your breasts, still pushed up by the bunched fabric. He released your mouth, your lip sore and slightly swollen from his teeth as he slid lower beneath you, latching to one of your breasts while the other was fondled by those demanding, gloves fingers.
You whimpered from the attention, the man beneath you more predatory than you expected but you couldn't complain. The way he suddenly shifted control to himself had made your skin grow hot, your breath heavy and a slick arousal start to pool between your thighs.
He switched breasts, sucking the opposite nipple, evening out the sensation. There was a humm in his throat as he helped himself, bucking his hips under you so that you could feel how hard he had gotten. Your eyes fluttered at the prospect of having him.
Your breast left his mouth with a pop as he took hold of your hair, pulling you to him to whisper in your ear.
“On your knees.”
Your thighs trembled as you obliged, sliding to the small compartment in front of the seat as he fumbled with the faciners beneath his belt. There wasn't much room between the steering and the back of your head, you stayed leaning forward on his thighs as he withdrew his engorged member. It pressed to your cheek before you could readjust wrapping your lips around the swollen ridge of the tip.
He guided your head to bob down on him with his fist gripping your hair tight. Tech relaxed in the seat, melting back with a sigh as he enjoyed your mouth sliding up and down his shaft.
“More tongue, meshla,”
You flicked the tip of your tongue against his head, pressing it against the vein running the underside of his shaft as you sucked his cock. He moaned, a sweet, vulnerable sound that came with an accompanied thrust against the soft palate at the back of your throat. You gagged slightly and he cocked an eyebrow down at you, gauging your limits with another testing thrust. Tears picked your eyes and he cooed a soft praise as he bucked his hips again, grinding into the back of your throat before releasing you to gasp and gulp some air.
“Good girl, now stand up… and lift your skirt.”
You bristled a moment, not usually one to like being told what to do, but his tone was light, coaxing, and you wanted this.
You stood awkwardly, the dash controls forcing you to lean slightly forward as you pulled the tight skirt up over your thighs.
“Pull your panties aside, let me see how wet you are,”
Another shudder went through you and you slid your fingers into the silky material of your thong, sliding the fabric aside to expose yourself to him. He leaned in, sliding a glove off in the process, you felt a cold brush of air as he inhaled your scent. A flush took your cheeks as he inspected you in a perverse fashion, breathing you in, tracing his fingers through your folds to gather the drip of your arousal. He eyed the glistening strand as it stretched, clear and elastic between his fingers before licking it off.
“Perfect timing,”
The utterance was low and more to himself than anything. You noticed his eyes were on you, hooded and obscured by the amber goggles- slightly fogged from the heat of your sex. He was watching you intently as he leaned in closer, flicking the tip of his tongue against your clit.
Your knees buckled at the sudden, intense stimulation. He didn't waste any energy or movement, pulling the hood of your labia away from the small bud of nerves and alternating between tongue and teeth on the pleasure button. You cursed, a strangled and breathy cry as he sucked you hard between his lips, drawing more blood to the organ and forcing you to a sensitive edge.
Then he stopped.
You bucked forward desperately, whimpering as he pulled away. He chuckled, running his thumb over your slit and testing the slickness of your cunt.
“I think you're sufficiently aroused to take me,”
You were shaking with need, wanting desperately to come. Your hand fumbled with the tiny package in your coat pocket.
Tech made an indiscernible noise as he watched you open the condom, but didn't protest when you leaned forward and rolled the rubber over his shaft.
His hands were on you again, roughly turning you about in a tight circle and pulling you into his lap. He moaned softly against your shoulder as you guided his shaft to your entrance, letting him penetrate you.
Firm hands squeezed your ass, wrapping around your hips to rock you back and forth on his cock. Slowly, his breath puffing heavily against the back of your neck. Your thighs quivered, your quim sensitive from his probing tongue and you were already close to being undone.
“Why do you like racers?”
It was panted against your neck,
“What?”
Your mind was fuzzy, unfocused, he tried again,
“Why- do you- like kriffing- racers?”
His words were sporadic, the sentence choked out between rough grunts and hard thrusts.
“I… I don't.. know,”
“I do.”
Another hard thrust.
“You find them superior, don't you?”
Thrust,
“I guess?”
“You do.”
Thrust.
Your head lolled back to rest on his pauldron.
“Okay. I do, I think they're superior,”
Thrust.
“And me? What do you think of me?”
“You were the best,”
There was no hesitation this time and his hips bucked harder at that, a satisfied groan against your neck.
“What else? What else do you like?”
“I- ah, I like the speed,”
He had started bouncing you slightly faster.
“Of course you do.”
He pulled you tight to him, an arm wrapped around your waist like a belt.
“In that case, let's go for a test drive.”
He smacked his other hand against a latch pin and the casing snapped shut.
“What?!”
But he had already took hold of the thruster, the pod lurching from the platform. It blasted a sharp whine as he turned it one handed onto the breezeway.
Tech ground his hips against you and you pressed back against him, a thrill of terror shooting through you as the vehicle darted between other pods testing their engines.
The races were over, only a few pilots were left doing trial runs. He steered you deftly in between them, gaining speed as you entered the track proper. He bucked his hips, taking the steering in both hands; the force of the speed now pinning you against him.
“Tech?!”
You were alarmed, suddenly up close and personal with the blur of sponsored ads flashing along the tubed raceway.
“I got you, move your hips,”
He pushed the thrusters forward and the pod lurched, bouncing you and driving him deeper inside you. You were picking up even more speed, a tingle lighting through your brain to join the ecstasy throbbing through you.
“I dropped the shields to go faster, it's all about the momentum,”
You groaned as you rode him, pinned to him and helpless. Trying to ignore the breakneck speed as you hurtled ahead.
“You'll see why,”
He turned the steering sharply, and you registered the flash of red as you entered the broken tunnel. Yelping out,
“You're insane! What do you-”
“I am not. I'm calculated.”
He locked the steering, setting the cruise to Max as he took hold of your hips again, rutting into you hard. The path opened up and you caught an eyeful of the pitched drop.
“Tech!”
“You feel that? The adrenaline, the endorphins- they make you feel alive,”
He was planting kisses against your neck and your mind was slipping, your heart pounding with fear and unbridled lust.
“You wanted this, the speed, the danger, you wanted to know what it felt like,”
He was right, but all you could do was moan helplessly. He reached out and adjusted the steering slightly, never slowing his pace as he ravaged you,
“Do you want everything, meshla? Do you want to feel real force?”
You were on the edge, lost in the ecstasy of him,
“Maker, yes,”
He leaned in, whispering into your ear as he slowed your hips to a measured, controlled grind.
“Then take off the condom,”
You froze, he said nothing more, keeping the pace slow as you decided what to do.
After a moment, and as the darkness of the tunnel once again closed around you, you reached between your legs, pulled him from you, and tugged off the rubber. It fell to the floor with a soft ‘plap’ and Tech let out a pleased sigh as he sheathed himself in you raw.
“That's better,”
He was moving again, fast, rapid thrusts unimpeded by the drag of the synthetic barrier. He fucked you hard, fingers digging into your hips firm enough to bruise as he bounced you at a brutal pace. Your muscles clamped, and you arched against him with an oath, coming hard on his cock. He groaned against your neck, putting a hand over your pelvis as he shoved himself deep inside you, throbbing as he joined you in climax.
Then his hands were on the steering again, turning the wheel just in time to avoid collision with a barrier. You felt him twitching inside you as he steered through the obstacles, filling you to brim with sticky seed with each violent throb.
He turned off the course, an arm wrapped about your middle keeping himself sheathed in you until the pod was once again docked in its hanger.
You caught your breath, his head hanging heavy on your shoulder; a peck against your heated skin in between shaking gasps.
He reached over, pulling the lever to open the casing with a hiss. You were lifted, and he tucked himself back into his pants, pulling your skirt back over your ass with a sharp tug.
There weren't any words as you exited the pod, slumping against it as your legs wobbled. He wandered to the work bench, pulling a tool from his belt and starting to work at a piece of metal laying there.
“My team is expecting me,”
“Right,”
You were a little sore at the brush off, not quite believing what you had let him do as he stood working with his back to you. You sighed, did another once over straightening your skirt and stockings. Making sure everything was in place… then turned to leave.
“Wait,”
His hand closed around your upper arm, turning you back. Tech held up the piece of scrap he had been worrying over, there was a com code carefully engraved into it.
“If anything comes of this, I want to know about it… okay?”
You looked at the bit of metal and nodded slowly.
“Good girl,”
He pressed his lips to your temple, tucking the smooth, cold sliver between your breasts.
“I hope to see you again…”
He walked you to the hanger door and bade you farewell. Your legs remained shaky as you retraced your steps away from the garages; but when you looked back he was still standing there, framed in the lit doorway watching you go. He raised his hand, giving you a small salute and you smiled softly before turning the final corner.
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“Tech! Are you still here? What's taking you so long?”
Omega wandered back in with Wrecker in tow. They had gotten some snacks and then gotten tired of waiting for their brother. As expected he was still bent over the workbench soldering away at something. And was he… humming?
“What are you doing?”
“Working,”
“On what? Can't be this thing still, it looks fine,”
She went to climb up the side of the pod but Wrecker stopped her.
“Hey, uh kid… give Tech some of the snacks we brought back, he hasn't eaten since before we got here,*
Tech looked up, turning to Wrecker.
“I'm not-”
But then he caught the look from the other soldier. Wrecker raised a pointed brow at him, laughter in his eyes as he reached into the pod. He dangled the discarded rubber behind Omega’s back making Tech go pale,
“Uh… I'm starving.”
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