A/N: I saw this art of Tech with tattoos by @space-girl-and-droids-art and became immediately obsessed/inspired with a thot. Please go check out her work!!! It's SO GOOD!
Forgive me friends, for I'm about to sin.
Summary: You see Tech's tattoos and become flustered
Warnings: Dirty thoughts, suggestive language
WC: 400
The first time Tech ever took his shirt off, revealing his torso and arms covered in tattoos, your mouth dropped and you could barely pick it back up. The poor man was just trying to clean the grease off his face.
“Gonna catch bugs with your mouth gaping like that.” Crosshair had leaned down to your ear to whisper.
You quickly close your mouth, slugging him in the arm, resulting in him retreating, rubbing his arm and giving you a dirty look, but then quickly smirking. You roll your eyes, trying to focus on what you were doing.
It doesn’t work and you glance at Tech until he puts his shirt back on. When you turn around, Echo and Hunter are smirking at you too. You shake your head and walk away to go take a cold shower.
The second time, he catches you staring him.
“Is something wrong?” He asks, clearly concerned, letting the shirt hang loose at his side.
You try to stop your drooling and come up with something to say but you’re unable to form a coherent sentence so you shake your head and practically run away.
The third time, he smirks at you and you instantly become turned on. He knows. You feel like you're going to die so you make yourself busy with something else, trying to not combust from the heat in your face.
The fourth time, he walks out of the fresher because he “forgot something”, walking out in just a towel. You can see the tattoos run further than just his waistline. You want nothing more than to find out how many he actually has.
He leans over you, reaching something above you from his rack. His Adonis belt is directly in your face and you think you can see the outline of his length under the towel. Your mouth goes absolutely dry and your eyes follow him as he returns to the fresher.
You want to put your mouth on every single tattoo of his. You’d start with the very bottom of binary code one and work your way all the way up to the “For The Republic” tattoo.
He stops to look at you, smirking. “Well, are you going to join me?”
