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Different Tactics*** (part 1/2)

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Tech X F!Reader

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A/N this is a re-upload and edited version to this original part. Thanks tumblr for not letting me be able to edit it 😑

After realising that Tech’s heart rate will not raise under any circumstances, you decide to take it into your own mission to get the goggled clones heart rate pulsing.

warning: NSFW, 18+ only, suggestive content, dirty talk, dry humping, flustered Tech, a little angsty at the end. maybe a part 2(?) oh and some funny moments with Crosshair being a little shit head but we stan. Not proof read.

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part one | part two

part one original

Downtime with Clone Force 99 was always a luxurious feeling; especially when you land on a planet as beautiful as Naboo and you just so had to be parked overlooking multiple thunderous waterfalls that glistened.

You were outside taking in the smell of the air, sound of the animals and the touch of the grass with your bare feet when you heard someone call out your name. Certain that it was Wrecker, you turned around only to see nobody there with nobody was by the ship's ramp either. So, you make your way around the other side of the ship, searching for the bulking clone but to no avail until….

“BOO!”

You shrieked out loud, tossing your hands towards your face to silence yourself as you stumbled back, glaring disgustingly towards Wrecker as he doubled over in laughter, slapping his knee.

“What the Maker are you doing?” You snapped, your heart rate slowly decreasing as you composed yourself.

“You should’ve seen your face!” Wrecker ignored your question, continuing his laughter that drawed the attention of the others who came out to see what’s going on.

“Did someone get a fright?” Crosshair snickered as he remained on the stairs of the ship, glancing down at you as you breathlessly ran a hand through your hair in frustration, shaking your head in disbelief.

“A fright? It feels like he gave me a heart attack!” You sighed with a small chuckle after calming yourself down.

Tech sauntered over to you and took a hold of your wrist and examined the device on your arm. “Negative. You are not having a heart attack.” He states as he reads the monitor and you look at Hunter who could only roll his eyes..

“It’s a saying, Tech. I know I'm not really having a heart attack.” You laugh softly as he looks up at you from behind his goggles and arches an eyebrow.

“Why would that be used as a saying?”

“Just… never mind.” You rolled your eyes this time as Tech let go of your wrist and returned to tapping away on his datapad.

You got on well with all of the boys but a tad less with Tech. You liked each other by all means but he wasn’t exactly as chatty with you compared with the others. If he was talking to you however, it’ll always be serious and never something easy going like you did with Echo and Hunter for example. Also, he clearly didn’t understand your humour most of the time.

“It’s about time I got to scare someone good! Ha!” Wrecker had wiped a tear from his eye after his laughter finally subsided, holding his hands on his waist triumphantly.

“Next time, pick someone else di’kut.” You push his arm playfully even though he didn’t budge.

“Like who? Tech? He never gets scared or panics.” Wrecker states, looking to his brother who kept his head down in his datapad.

“That’s true to be fair,” Echo chimes in from behind you, “never seen him even blink at something that scared him or anything to get his heart racing.”

Huh, now that was interesting. Well, sort of. Tech was definitely the most composed of the bunch and you had never seen him once flustered which was quite impressive. You were fairly easy to get flustered so it made you think of what it would take to get his heart rate going…

Hunter and Tech had dispersed whilst you thought of this and then a smirk grew on your face as the remaining Clones, Echo, Wrecker and Crosshair were still nearby. A fun idea quickly pops into your mind.

“Hey guys, how about a little challenge between the four of us?” You caught their attention, all of them silencing their own conversation to focus back on you.

“Oh yeah? What of?” Crosshair was always up for a challenge, as was Wrecker. Echo had said previously that he had been pretty bored lately so seemed interested in whatever challenge you wanted to set out anywya. Especially if that means getting out of maintenance repairs for an afternoon.

Glancing around secretly, you lean forward and beckon them all to huddle with you as you giggle excitedly at what you had brewing up in your mind.

Wrecker was already bounding towards you, slinging his large arm over your shoulder meanwhile Crosshair reluctantly pulled his toothpick out of his mouth, tossing it onto the ground and joined forces with Echo trailing into the circle too.

“I was thinking we each have a little challenge amongst ourselves to try and increase Tech’s heart rate. Winner…” you think of a good prize and then it clicked in your mind of a chore each of the boys all hated doing the most, “doesn’t get to do the washing of our clothes for a whole month.”

“YOU’RE ON!” Wrecker already threw his hand in, ready to commit to the challenge whilst Crosshair smirked and nodded.

“You’re on, doll.” He chuckled with a low tone, sizing up his master plan in his mind already and placed his hand in the middle on top of Wreckers whilst Echo had also nodded that he may as well join in. He hated the stench of doing the washing especially when it came to Wrecker’s washing. With the bet on, you all went about your separate ways to come up with ways to get the Goggled clones heart racing.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

Echo was first up. He had come up with a, as he thought, genius way to get Tech’s heart going by putting his own strength against him. Intelligence.

He had rushed into the cockpit, his own datapad in his hand and putting up a flustered front when he exclaimed that their GAR files had been compromised and they had just under a minute to fix it before it leaked. You were walking by when Echo was putting on his show and so you joined in on the action, holding your smirk.

Tech had instantly took a firm grasp of the device, pulling it straight to him as his fingers got to work whilst Echo took a few step backs and shot you a smug look.

“Very clever.” You muttered quietly so only Echo could hear.

“When he realises he can’t stop it he will lose his min-.”

“All done.”

Your head and Echo’s snaps back towards Tech who held out the datapad lazily, eyes not even looking at them.

“How did you…?” Echo asked slowly, taking back his datapad to see that Tech had practically just snipped a wire at the back of his device.

You pulled your lips into a tight line, trying not to laugh as not only did his plan fail but now his datapad needed repairing.

Echo shot you an annoyed look, grumbling under his breath before leaving the cockpit which just left you and Tech again.

He sensed your presence still and glanced across at you, head lifting from his own datapad for a change and locked eyes with your own. You held his gaze just for a second, smiled softly and left. His eyes narrowed and couldn’t help but get the feeling that you were up to something.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

When it came to Crosshairs turn…. it was more like torture for Tech rather than anything else. Crosshair had gone for a more physical approach this time and that his main choice was the use of caf.

Now, this has actually got Tech’s attention immediately because first of all, Crosshair does not make caf. He barely makes it for himself and he barely makes it for others. So when Crosshair had already approached Tech and asked if he wanted a cup, alarm bells began to ring.

“Why?”

“Why what?” Crosshair asked back, already getting annoyed that his brother didn’t just accept the offer.

“Why do you want to make me some caf?” He squinted his eyes calculatedly on Crosshair and folded his arms over his chest.

Crosshair shifted in his spot. “Just thought I’d be nice.” He muttered but both Clones' attentions landed on you as you walked into the main hall of the ship. “Would you like one?” Crosshair had asked with haste, gesturing to an empty cup which could only mean a drink. It was funny because he almost seemed desperate for you to say yes which made your eyes widen at his sudden abrupt tone.

“Oh, no thanks Crossy.” You shook your head with a small smirk. He let out a low snarl at your refusal and the nickname to match. It was purely to eliminate the chance of Tech agreeing but to your surprise, Tech actually allowed Crosshair to get him some.

You took a seat at one of the control panels, pretending to do your own thing when you began to notice that Crosshair was taking an awfully long time with this ‘caf’ and so you went to look for him.

You moved past Hunter carefully as he snoozed away in his bunk and into the cargo hold where you heard some clattering and the sound of liquid being poured. Curious as always, you step in only for your eyes to widen in pure horror as you witness Crosshair filling up a barrell. The barrel itself was fairly large and had a long pipe and funnel attached to it which was currently being filled to the brim with all the caf you all had left on the Marauder.

“Crosshair… are you insane?” You speak out, making the Clone startle but look at you with those mischievous twinkling eyes.

“What?” He smirked at you, adding the last drops of Caf into the barrel before sealing it off. “It’s a good idea.”

“You’re going to force him to drink what? Thirty gallons of Caf?” You ask in disbelief, physically face palming as he begins to lift it with all his might and maneuver past you.

“Not force him… just encourage. With enough caffeine in his system his heart rate will be off the scale.” He snickered casually as you stared at the back of his head in disarray.

“That’s what I’m worried about.” You argue, following after him until you were both now face to face with Tech who looked up and then down at the barrel and then back up to Crosshair.

“Do I dare ask what is inside there?” Tech asked with a less than amused look on his face whilst you anxiously chewed on your nails from behind Crosshair, staring at the long hose that was soon gonna be, possibly, wedged down Tech’s throat.

“It’s your drink.” Crosshair announces with his arms spread out like it was the best gift he could ever give anyone.

“That’s insane. You’re insane.” Tech shook his head, pointing a finger at Crosshair and already spinning around on his chair away from him.

Crosshair scowled at the back of his brother's head and then at you before moving to face his brother, grabbing the tube and practically shoving it in his face. “Drink some. Now.” Crosshair ordered, Tech’s eyes widening behind his goggles.

It took around twenty minutes of convincing but Tech had eventually drunk at least a small bit of Crosshair's barrel of Caf and you couldn’t help but peer over the back of Tech’s chair to read the monitor on his wrist that read his heart rate as 78. If you remembered correctly Echo had only managed to get it to 72. That meant that at the moment, Crosshair was winning. Even if it was by sheer force of a caffeine adrenaline rush.

The next day was Wreckers turn which was the biggest fail of the century. Yourself, Echo and Crosshair had grabbed yourselves some blankets and a chair and sat a few meters away from the Marauder to take in the beautiful scenery around you when Echo had pointed out something large climbing onto the top of the ship.

You squint your eyes, hand hovering over your eyebrows to block the sunlight to see Wrecker crawling on top.

“What’s he doin’?” You grimace as you can imagine his armour scraping along the top, creating more damage to the battle-worn attack shuttle.

Echo sighed. “He’s doing the scare tactic. He did this to me the second day I joined this squad.” He told you, taking a sip from his canteen. “He got a sweet right hook if I remember correctly.”

You laughed at his retell of the story and the three of you watched on in anticipation for Tech to emerge outside the ship.

Unsure of how long you were waiting, you could feel yourself about to doze off until Crosshair gently nudged your shoulder and you looked at him who nodded towards the ship and that’s when you saw signs of movement.

Grinning, you lean forward a little as Wrecker gets ready to pounce at the ready, carefully getting onto his knees from up top when a figure steps out of the ship. Wrecker lets out a loud battle cry and jumps down but unfortunately for him and the victim and fortunately for you three, it was Hunter who received the scare attack.

Hunter had swiftly managed to tackle Wrecker to the ground, pulling out his blade on him when Tech had casually stepped out of the ship not even moments after looking perplexed.

Crosshair snorted at his brother's ultimate fail and you giggled softly when Hunter was snapping at Wrecker like he had a bad pet who then had a quick word with Tech and walked over to you three with his tail between his legs.

“So… what was the rate?” Echo enquired with an amused gaze on his face and that’s when Wrecker burned red in embarrassment and annoyance.

“... 69.”

All three of you looked at each other before erupting into pools of laughter.

“You managed to get it lower?! Good one!” You screamed in amusement and that’s when Wrecker had had enough of the bet and went elsewhere to let off some steam.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙 𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙

When it came down to your turn, you had no idea what approach to take at the time nor did you expect to take the approach you eventually did.

It was later in the evening, much later in fact, that Hunter and Echo had dozed off in their bunks and Crosshair and Wrecker were outside having a very small bonfire quite a distance away from the ship. That just left you and Tech being the only two awake on the ship.

You didn’t think of the bet truthfully when you walked into the cockpit of the ship where Tech was, as always, and tapped eagerly away on his datapad. But, as you glanced at him being so at peace, it did make you curious on how he never lost his cool.

If Echo can’t make him panic with Republic files being possibly leaked to Crosshair, almost forcing him to chug a whole barrel of caffeine to Wrecker failing scaring him… it leaves quite a large hole in your mind on what you could possibly do.

You didn’t realise you were staring at Tech until he had looked up with curious eyes under his arched brow. “May I help you?”

Snapping out of your thoughts, you shook your head quickly and decided to take a seat on the chair next to him, sitting with your legs pulled to your chest. “Sorry, I was miles away then.” You reply casually, swinging from left to right a little on the seat. “What are you doing up?”

“I’m always up.” He states normally, glancing back down at his datapad.

That was usually how conversations went between you both. They were short and nothing much of entertaining. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but get the feeling that he may not even like you at all. Then again, if those feelings were true, he would not shy away from telling you or the others for that matter if that were the case.

“I see…” you say slowly, turning to face the ship's window you sat in front of and glanced up at the night sky. You wondered how many planets, moons and stars you still had yet to explore.

Tech glances up to look at you briefly, unsure why you were sitting with him and only just realises this was maybe the first time in months that it was just you two alone. And for some reason, it did bother him.

He had thought he didn’t mind, as he saw you primarily as a teammate and that’s that. However as he looked at you a little more and more every day, with no attention given to him, he noticed the soft and neutral expression on your face and began to find you rather lovely to look at. Very lovely in fact.

Maybe it was the fact that the Naboo night sky always seemed romantic to him and that’s why he was feeling this way but then again, this has happened once on Hoth. And Coruscant. And Ferix. Internally he sighs, not familiar and not at all welcoming to these repeated occurrences.

The thoughts clouded his mind and he had to look away for a moment, shaking the random thoughts that had been emerging but his eyes found their way back to you again.

The side of your cheek began to burn, the sense of eyes on you being very noticeable but you didn’t say anything until he spoke up.

“May I ask you a question?”

Your head turned to the left where he sat and you nodded, sitting normally now with your feet planted on the ground.

“It has come to my understanding that between yourself and the others aside from Hunter - that you all have a challenge which involves me. Pray tell on what that may be?”

Ah, of course he knew something was up.

“Well after Wrecker said you never get scared and whatnot, I thought it’d be a fun idea to try and get your heart rate up. Although I don’t think Crosshair's idea was particularly fun.” You rub the back of your neck with a bashful smile. “Though, he is winning.”

“He would win if he tried to force gallons of caf into my system.” Tech states with his finger raised, looking back down at his datapad. “And what about you? What is your tactic going to be?”

You turn your head away from him and let out a small sigh and shrug your shoulders. “Unsure. I may give up and let Crosshair take the win.”

He looked up again for a second, seeing you look down at the control panel and pulled his lips into a line. “I thought so. I don’t think you would have been able to beat Crosshair regardless of whatever it is you do.” His words came out very honest which makes your frown ever so slightly.

“How so?” You tilt your head towards him, looking him up and down briefly to see that he was only wearing his blacks, wrist armour and his gloves. Along with his goggles of course.

“Well given the others poor attempts it’s only a logical conclusion that Crosshair would win best in nutritional value. Nothing particularly scares me nor does anything rarely make me anxious.” He says simply, meaning no offence but this only boosted up the determination in you to win. “It would take a lot to get my respiratory system to spiral.”

You hum in acknowledgement at his words but then a rather impulsive and dare you say, explicit thought pops into your mind. Could you really do what you were about to do? He could easily snap at you but it was worth the risk of not washing clothes for the next month.

You stand, taking steps towards him before reaching a hand out towards the headrest of the swivel chair he was on, turning it so he is directly facing you. With your other hand, you reached down and plucked his datapad from his grasp which caused him to protest momentarily but that’s when he noticed how close you were and he stills completely.

You placed his device onto the control panel beside the both of you and you tilt your head at him, eyes feigning a certain innocence as you edge closer, leaning forward until you were able to shift yourself onto the same seat as him.

With your legs on either side, you manage to hover just over his thighs and crotch. “Are you sure about that, sir?” You whispered, voice laced in a sultry tone.

Tech was in shock. Hands remaining firmly at his sides, fists clenched shut at your sudden proximity. He could feel the heat of your skin radiating onto him, the faint smell of shampoo and soap on your body from when you showered that afternoon wafting his nostrils. He stammered out your name but was unsure what to follow it up with. For the first time in a long time, the intelligent Clone was speechless.

“Loth-Cat got your tongue, honey?” You tease with a soft laugh, hands planted onto the back of the chair to hold you up.

“Ah- what- why?” He finally managed out, mouth running dry. Never had he had a female or anyone for that matter do this to him and awkwardly felt himself become aroused increasingly quickly, with the bottom half of his blacks getting tighter and tighter.

“Well since you said that the others can’t do it, I’m thinking about how I could maybe just use my words to get your heart rate going.” You shrug playfully, leaning back to finally lock eyes onto Tech. His eyes were wide behind his yellow tinted frames, skin radiating a glowing warmth.

You never really saw it before but you thought he was actually rather attractive up close. “Is this,” you glance up and down at your closeness, chest barely touching his own, “okay with you?”

Tech felt all his air being sucked out of his lungs as you gazed at him with those doe-like eyes. He quickly glanced to the side, seeing the cockpit door shut which meant you two had complete privacy for the time being.

“W-what kind of words… exactly?” He enquires, clearing his throat with a small cough to try shake off his nerves. If he could even call it nerves, he was unsure.

“Well…” you chew on your lower lip, doing your best to come across as flirtatious and alluring as you possibly could, “I can’t help but feel a little aroused by the situation we’re in.”

Tech almost choked at your words, hands still remaining at his sides whereas the confines of his pants was starting to prove difficult to hide. “Really?”

“Really.” You confirm with a nod, moving your right hand from the back of the chair to rest gently on his shoulder to test his reaction. He accepted it and so you moved your other hand to his other shoulder too.

“If you’d like to Tech,” you inch closer to him, nose almost brushing against his to the point you could feel the warmth of his slightly staggered breath bristling against your face, “I could tell you how I think me and you could have fun together?” You suggest with a lovely velvety pitch that makes Tech melt.

He had faltered completely now, his guard that is usually up was spiraling downward as he embraced your closeness at last and listened to you with interest. Deep down, he knew that this was just to get his heart rate up for the sake of the bet but Maker did he want this to be real. Well, more real than it actually was. He nodded for you to continue, back sinking a little further into the chair as he mentally prepared himself for what you had to say.

“If it gets too much, tell me to stop. Alright?” You tell him first, voice soft. He’s pleasantly surprised at your consideration but nonetheless, nods in agreement. You inhale before you could summon every filthy phrase you could say to him in your mind.

You tilted your head, slowly leaning in to his neck. You’re getting a little nervous yourself as this wasn’t anything like how you were portrayed as usually but with the first subtle notion of seductiveness, you found it a little fun.

“Since this is your ship Tech, I was thinking about how often you’ve thought about fucking someone inside it?” You ask, not exactly expecting a reply but Tech lets out a small hum and a subtle nod of his head. “Oh you have, have you? Anywhere in particular?”

Tech again felt his breath get stuck, finding it hard to find his voice as you whispered these things into his ear. You decided to take pity and not push him to answer anything. “Well if I’m being honest I’ve thought about being fucked on here too.”

Your fingers gently graze over the fabric on his shoulders, moving down to his chest where his muscles tense as you try to relax him with your gentle hands. “You have?” He chokes out, closing his eyes as he feels his cock already starting to ooze.

“Yeah, now I can’t help but think about maybe doing it with a certain teammate of mine.” You purr against his ear, warm breath fanning down the slight exposed skin of his neck.

“Kriff.” Tech moaned silently, eyes closed as the image of him ripping off your clothes and bending you over this very control panel beside you circulated his thoughts. Even in his thoughts you were sensational.

Still hovering above his waist, hands massaging into his chest, arms and shoulders, you leaned into his neck and ever so gently grazed your lips against his skin, uttering more words to make sure his heart was beating out of his chest.

“Would you like that Tech? To fuck me on your ship? I could almost imagine you spreading my legs and taking me right here…right now.” Your words are filth, finding yourself gently moaning against him and that's when your hips finally meet his as you take a seat in his lap; earning a harsh grunt from the man himself.

“You okay?” You ask quickly and quietly, pulling away and checking his face for a reaction in case you had taken it so far but that’s when you felt it, the thick and hardening length pressing against your rear that sent an instant pool of heat to your core.

He nods his head eagerly, not wanting this to end. He finds courage despite his better judgment and his hands come up and ever so gently rest on your hips. “I am fine. Are you… comfortable?” He questioned, trying to ignore the feeling of you against his clothed cock.

Teasingly, you wiggle agaisnt his crotch with a satisfied glint in your eye to show that you were perfectly alright. Tech closed his eyes again at the sensation, sighing softly as you leaned forward, whispering more dirty things in his ear such as how you want him to fuck your throat so hard it would ache for days. “I can almost imagine the taste of your cock in my mouth. Do you think I could take it all?”

Tech felt as though he was in a fever dream, your words kept teetering him over the edge of a climax. He didn’t want to cum for you like this, he found himself wanting to touch you but again thought about how this was purely for the bet you had. Yet, he definitely wanted you to win. He just couldn’t find the will to reply to your dirty confessions and questions in case his voice wavered and put both you and him off.

“Oh Tech,” you sigh, teeth nibbling against his left earlobe, “I can just imagine your cum deep inside my tight little pussy.” You emphasise every single word, voice dripping in lust. “I want you to feel how I’d clench around you as I beg for your release with my face head first into your pilot's seat.”

He’s whispering mando’a quietly to himself, words you had never heard but it was enough to turn you on. You moaned softly against him, and ever so slightly drove your hips down against him to feel just that little bit more friction.

You were getting yourself worked up too, releasing tiny moans as you began to grind yourself over him, completely ignoring the fact you said you would only use your words with him. Fuck it, the length in his pants was too good to ignore.

Tech didn’t mind however, not at all. His hold on your waist tightened, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he looked down to see the roll of your hips against his crotch. What he would do to see you naked doing this…

“Tell me more mesh’la… please.” He whimpered, head lolling then back as he focused now on the sweet sounds of your words, moans as well as the friction you drove against him.

“Kriff, Tech.” You pant, the thought of the bet leaving your mind completely now.

You're becoming undone rather quickly and all you’re doing is grinding against him. Idly, you rest your forehead against his slightly sweaty one, the friction abutting your now aching clit getting a little too much. “I want your cum inside me so you can claim me as yours… I’ll be your dirty little slut if you want me to. “Or I could be your good girl. Anything for you.”

Right now, you became an utter mewling mess on top of him now, sweating under your civvies as you maintain your steady rhythm, feeling yourself getting closer and closer. Pulling away from his forehead, your eyes gazed down into his slightly hooded ones. If his heart wasn’t racing yours sure was because how have you just noticed how beautiful his eyes were? You sob, the tension of his clothed cock agaisnt your own clothed sex was too much as you friskily moved against him in a dance.

You knew you should stop, knowing that you may end up regretting this decision and will have to deal with the horrible awkwardness that will follow after…but you didn’t want to and you were certain Tech didn’t want you to stop either the second a hand leaves your waist and rests on your rear and giving it a squeeze.

Tech let out an unexpected guttural growl before he lifted you only partially before slamming his hips up into you, his aching cock behind his blacks snapping against your throbbing hole deliciously that you had to cover your mouth from letting out an obscene noise that may wake the others.

“You can cum in me…” you whimpered, knowing this was going to seal the deal for Tech, “then watch as I saunter r-round the ship - ah, fuck - with your cum leaking out of my pussy and dripping down my thighs… your brothers would never know.”

And that’s when the cord snapped. Tech’s surprisingly strong arms wrapped around your back and brought your chest to his as he met your grinding with his own frantic thrusts against you, the two of you filthily dry humping in the main hull of the ship.

Having barely spoken to each other much in the months you’ve known one another, there was something so dirty and incredible about this moment that you couldn’t quite point out, especially as you found yourself coming loose. You cried out his name in the crook of his neck as your thighs shook aggressively against him as you exploded with your orgasm, Tech following soon after.

“Darling, I’m g-gonna cum.” He silently groans against you and you ease him to let it go, to cum for you and he does, arms holding onto you even tighter afraid that you would somehow disappear against him as his cock spurts with ribbons of white lace that were concealed by his pants, both of you soaked from your own highs.

Your face remains buried into his neck, cheeks heating up as you slowly come to realisation as to what just happened. Your breathing had slowed down and his grip on you had loosened.

Shyly, you eventually pulled away and looked at Tech whose cheeks were still splashed with warmth, eyes showing a mixture of softness and conflict too.

“That was…”

“Yeah...” Was all you could say, rubbing the back of your neck as you carefully stood up, knees slightly wobbling before you collapsed into the chair next to him once more.

It was silent. A painful silence but Tech looked down at his wrist and let out a small chuckle which made you look at him with apprehensive eyes. “W-what?”

“I think you can tell the others you won.” He held up his wrist and your eyes widened to see that his heart rate had reached a staggering 103.

“O-oh. Wow.” You exhale, licking your lips as you try to now comprehend how you could possibly tell the others how you managed to get his heart rate up that high without exposing what just happened.

Tech fell silent again, chewing on the inside of his cheek as you noticed you begin to nervously play with your hands. “I will not tell anyone that this has happened. It can stay between us.” He speaks up quietly.

“Really?” You ask so quietly that Tech wouldn’t even think that moments ago you were shaking on his lap as you came to the feeling of his cock against you. He nods. “Yes, it was just a bet. And you won. Congratulations.”

For some reason to you, that stung. It stung a lot more than it should have. Just a bet you repeated in your head like a mantra, the painful truth that you just did what you did for a bet. Ruining your friendship for a bet. Did you even have a friendship to begin with? You were unsure when it came to Tech but did he feel it too? The slight pain in his heart like you did in yours when you both came to the realisation that this was all you had come up with? Surely not. This was Tech after all.

“I should get cleaned up and go to bed.” You suddenly announce, standing up and making your way towards the refresher where you were sure to wash away the sins you committed that night.

Tech watched your brisk walk and looked down at the slight mess in his pants. “Very well, as do I.” He stands but you both freeze. Was he… going to join you?

“After you have finished. Of course.” Guess not.

You let out a breathless sort of laugh and nod, offering a timid and weak smile before retreating into the refresher where you locked the door, head resting against it and thought about how badly you fucked up. Question now was; what was he thinking?

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