Absolutely Mesmerized With This Fic, Solid 10/10

absolutely mesmerized with this fic, solid 10/10

CONGRATS ON THE FOLLOWERS!! Could I please get prompt 39 with Tech. TYSM <3

hehe happy Tech Tuesday everyone! Enjoy some absolute filth with this fine man.

Pairing: Tech x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.8k

Prompt: 39. “Thanks for letting me sit in your lap.” / “You’re welcome. I’ve been told my face is more comfortable if you want to try that out, too.”

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It would be wrong to say that you weren’t happy that Crosshair was back; quite the opposite. When he had first woken up, you had slammed into his arms and pulled him in for a tight hug, which he tensed at, but allowed you to continue nonetheless. You loved watching him interact with Omega, the two of them bonding in their own special way. Everything felt whole again.

But the ship was too small. It was originally only meant to hold four people and a droid, so you never expected the lap of luxury. Now, however, with six adults and a child all milling around the ship at any given time, you couldn’t help but long for the days when you could stretch out across two chairs in the cockpit.

Those days had passed, however, and you were instead perched gingerly across Tech’s thighs as the Marauder cruised through hyperspace. Hunter was in the copilot’s seat, and Wrecker and Crosshair were chatting in the two seats in the back. Omega was helping Echo oil his joints, and the whole environment was peaceful, domestic even.

That was, except for the way your heart was hammering out of your chest.

You tried to keep from shifting on Tech’s lap so as not to make him uncomfortable, but it was difficult. You could feel his body heat radiating off of him, even through his armor. He would mutter to himself occasionally as he worked through something on his datapad-- a new plan for improving the rear shields of the ship, he had told you. If the ship lurched, he’d absently grab your hip to steady you, and you’d try and prevent the flush you felt creeping up your neck.

The close proximity was getting to you, only exacerbating the little crush you’d had on the man since you joined the team. You were lucky he was so oblivious because the rest of the squad had definitely figured you out and definitely teased you relentlessly about it. When Tech had gestured for you to perch on his lap while he flew, Echo had sent you a knowing glance, and Wrecker stifled a laugh. You had glared at them at the time, but now you would’ve taken their teasing over the agonizing closeness, the way you could sometimes feel Tech’s breath ghost over the back of your neck, the way that--

The ship launched out of hyperspace, and you nearly flew forward and into the ship’s console. Tech was too quick, however, and caught you by the ribs, fingers lingering dangerously close to your breasts. You sucked in a breath, hoping he simply chalked up your tension to the shock of nearly being thrown to the ground.

“Here, sit like this,” Tech said, maneuvering you so that you were straddling one of his thighs. The new position let him have both hands free to fly the ship, and he reached around you to flip a few switches. You watched his fingers work, trying desperately not to think about what other things they could do. Tech shifted his thigh underneath you, and you had to bite back a groan at the friction. Unlike the boys, you chose to forgo your armor while flying, instead preferring to change into a thin pair of leggings and a sweater. As you held back a whimper while Tech’s thigh pressed against you, you were sorely regretting your choice.

Luckily, Tech’s landing was smooth, and the ship settled neatly in the space behind Cid’s bar with ease. As soon as the ship touched down, Omega was tugging at Crosshair’s sleeve, reminding him that he promised to help her practice her aim. She nearly dragged him off the ship, Wrecker following behind them. Hunter stretched and swiped the goods Cid had requested from the back of the ship, going to collect their payment. Echo sent you one last look before announcing, quite obviously, that he was leaving. You scowled at his retreating form.

“I’m sorry, I hope that wasn’t too rough of a ride,” Tech said, startling you out of your thoughts. You spluttered, and Tech, realizing his innuendo, turned bright red. “Oh! That’s not what I meant. I only meant to say that I hope you didn’t get hurt during the landing,”

“No, I’m fine!” you said, a little too defensively. You sprung up from Tech’s lap and he swiveled his seat so that he could face you. His legs fell to either side of the chair, and you swallowed hard at how comfortable and at ease he looked, even as the blush was receding from his cheekbones.

The two of you just stared at each other for a moment, before you remembered to speak.

“Thank you for, uh, letting me sit in your lap,” the words left your mouth before you could fully comprehend them, and the way Tech’s eyes went wide nearly had you sprinting out of the Marauder to hide your face in shame. As you mentally berated yourself, a small smile crept into Tech’s expression.

“You’re welcome,” he cleared his throat slightly before continuing. “However, I’ve been told my face is more comfortable if you’d like to try that,”

You were sure your jaw hit the floor. Tech just looked at you, a smile playing on his lips. You had half a mind to shake him and ask if he was feeling alright. The only thing you could do, however, was gape at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m afraid I may have misread the situation,” Tech stammered when you didn’t respond. “I apologize if I made you--”

“Please,”

You wanted to sound composed like you were cutting his spiraling train of thought off with a confident quip. Instead, it came out as a strangled plea, your voice laced with desire. The smile returned to Tech’s face, and he let himself slide gracefully down onto the floor. He grabbed your hand and yanked you down with him, and you tumbled into his lap.

“You sure you want to do this?” he asked, face just inches from yours.

“Maker, yes please,” you murmured in response, and Tech collided his lips with yours. It wasn’t a chaste kiss, as you expected your first kiss with him would be. No, this was needy and heady and oh gods, his hand was sliding up your shirt to cup your breast.

“So soft,” he muttered reverently, and you shivered at the praise. He kissed you again, expert hands grabbing anywhere he could.

“Fuck, Tech. Tech!” your moan turned into a high-pitched whine as he rolled one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger, and your head fell back in pleasure.

“Stars, need to taste you now,” he groaned, helping you shimmy out of your leggings and grabbing your thighs. He pulled you up close to his face, hot breath ghosting over your pussy. Your panties were soaked, and Tech latched two fingers onto them and pulled them off your body, tossing them somewhere in the cockpit.

“Do you mind if I keep my goggles on?” Tech asked, and you could barely form a response as he dug his fingers into the meat of your thighs. “I’d like to be able to see what I’m doing,”

He took your moan as a yes, and didn’t hesitate any longer before pulling you onto his face and lapping at you like a man starved. You nearly doubled over, bracing yourself on the pilot’s seat as Tech swirled his tongue around your clit.

“Holy shit,” you breathed out, and you felt more than heard Tech’s chuckle. He traced his tongue up your slit, gathering all the wetness that was rapidly accumulating. You whined as he flicked his tongue over you, now purposely ignoring your clit in favor of making you squirm. “Mmm, stop teasing,”

“I just want to make sure that you have time to get comfortable,” Tech said teasingly, his voice rumbling against you and making you buck your hips. You grabbed his hair in retaliation, but the way he groaned into you was so sinful you kept your grip firm in the hopes that he’d continue making those noises.

You moaned when he finally went back to working at your clit, tracing circles just around the bundle, making sure not to give you exactly what you wanted just yet. He pulled you in closer by the thighs, ensuring that you couldn’t squirm away from him.

“Just like that, cyare. Keep making those pretty noises for me,” Tech said, still not giving you any direct stimulation. Your legs were shaking and you braced hard against the pilot’s chair to keep from completely collapsing.

“Fuck, Tech, I need--” your voice dissolved into a high-pitched moan as Tech finally wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, his grasp trying to bring you impossibly closer to him. Your hips spasmed against his face, the feeling almost overwhelming.

“Taste so sweet. Could do this for hours, cyare,” Tech’s voice rumbled against you, and the blissed-out way he spoke sent you over the edge. Your grip on his hair became so tight that you worried you were going to do real damage, and you chanted a mixture of praises as he worked you through it. Your thighs twitched around his head, and Tech groaned as you soaked his face.

When you were finally starting to catch your breath and your vision had cleared of spots, you grabbed Tech's arm. His tongue hadn’t stopped all through your orgasm, and you were starting to jerk from oversensitivity.

“Tech, come on, s’too much,” you groaned as he continued licking broad strokes through your cunt. He laughed as you twitched, his grip on your thighs too tight for you to push him off. Every touch felt like it was intensified tenfold, and you were rapidly hurtling towards another orgasm before the aftershocks of the first had even subsided.

“I think you have one more in you,” he said, swirling his tongue around your clit again. You tried to protest, but Tech shifted you upwards, nose pressed against your clit as he pressed his tongue inside of you, slowly fucking you with it.

Your grip on the pilot’s chair slipped as you came again, and you had just enough sense left to put out your arms to brace your fall. You could barely hear Tech’s praise over the rushing of blood in your ears, and you felt lightheaded as he continued to devour you.

You were panting when Tech finally released his bruising grip on you after he had sufficiently cleaned you up with his tongue. He sat up, and you felt another wave of arousal wash over you at the sight of him, mouth and chin covered in your slick, grinning like a madman. He wiped himself off with the back of his hand, watching you blink as you slowly came back to your senses.

“Oh my god,” you said dreamily, reaching out to cup Tech’s face. His grin turned a little shy, and you kissed him gently, tasting yourself on his lips. Tech smirked as you pulled away.

“I can assume you found that sufficiently comfortable?”