You decide to give Captain Howzer his first ever bouquet of flowers.
Warnings:Fluff, established relationship, kissing, flower giving, not beta read
Word Count:1302
Pairing: Captain Howzer x gn!Reader
a/n: I know I said I would write the next flower fic in my A Blossoming Love series for cobb, but I just couldn’t resist writing one for Howzer!! I love him so much already and just wanna spoil him tbh. So here you go! Enjoy giving captain howzer some flowers for the first time!
Summary: It’s a calm weekend night in which Crosshair decides to get naughty with you in your kitchen.
Tags: SMUT. Needy reader, cocky/smug Crosshair. Slight dom vibes. Sex bent over a kitchen counter cuz i’m a wee bit too horny. Clit stimulation, vaginal fingering, female oral receiving, multiple orgasms, vaginal unprotected sex (please wear protection irl), creampie, rough-ish sex, teasing, hints of an exhibition kink, hints of soft Crosshair, aftercare.
Notes: I had this idea last night so I’m quickly going to drop this here before getting back to working on all my WIPs. I hope to get as much progress in them done before university becomes a pain again.
Also, I’m not entirely confident in this one since it was more self-indulgent than anything, so please let me know if you like it :’
*is also needy af*can i like this more than once?!
FROM RAUNCHY TO SWEET SO FAST LIKE OMG MY HEART AND MY OVARIES
Catch me straight melting into a puddle because he thinks he is crazy if he is getting my bashful ass to look him in the eyes while he be doing what he wants to me
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YES PLS TEAS ME TO DEATH SIR I AM AT YOUR MERCY
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The care tho?!? I am a how for gentle reassurance and patience like FUCK
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UHHHHHHH YOU SURE EVERYONE ELSE DOES TOO?! A SCREAM CARRIES A LONG DISTANCE, SIR!!
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What did I just get done saying about the CARE?!?! The COMPASSION?! The KINDNESS?!??? Crosshair a grumpy grump but he is such a softy deep down. I stan.
Just a simple quest to hold Tech’s hand while he was working. He doesn’t need both of them, c’mon! He is a king at multitasking, and able to keep working with the slight handicap.
You waited until he was done using his spanner to fix a small panel under the cockpit. Sliding underneath the panel with him, you grab the tool when he opens his palm to hand it to you…
and that’s when you strike.
In the same split second, you thread your fingers in between his and curl your knuckles until his hand is now clamped into yours. You can tell he hasn’t quite grasped what has happened, his fingers still slightly open like he was stuck in that position.
It wasn’t until he looked at you and then at his hand that the look on his face changed from his unbothered expression to that of surprise, to embarrassment, and then acceptance.
He gives a shy smile, allowing his own fingers to finally curl against your own, his thumb rubbing small circles against your own. His hands, calloused and scarred from years of service in the GAR, and his work now, acting as the team’s mechanic and brilliant technician….your technician. You can’t help but giggle at his shy demeanor, squeezing his hand placing a gentle kiss on his knuckles.
Yeah…It started off so innocently~
“Ahh…k-kriff Tech..hahhh-”
You feel like you’re beyond the clouds. Another languid and warm lick against your opening has your whole body trembling against the cold floor. You can barely breathe, the sheer ecstasy you were feeling from Tech eating you out was something indescribable.
You wanted to grab his head and pull him in more. Wanting to card your fingers into the soft dark curls of his hair, but you couldn’t.
Your hands were currently occupied…with his own.
Tech was insistent that he held your hands while he went down on you. As soon as he was able to finally rip off your undergarments, he immediately clasped his hands into yours again. Hitching your legs over his shoulders to keep them open while he toyed with your mons. Licking and nipping against the little pouch of skin before trailing down to the little bud of nerves he knew was pulsing with need.
“Mmmmm Tech– what’s gotten into you? T-this isn’t like you.” You jolt when he makes a small “o” shape with his lips and lightly sucks your pearl. Your fingers squeezing his and him responding likewise.
“On the contrary darling, I am exactly as I have always been.” Tech lets your clit go when he responds, making you whimper at the loss of contact.
You can’t help but roll your eyes at his matter of fact phrasing. Giving you a quizzical look, Tech still has a tight grip on your hands, once again dipping his head when you don’t respond and going back to licking you.
Not only 10 minutes ago he was acting all shy about your willingness to hold his hand, now he’s the one making such suggestive moves and sounds while he slurps up your arousal as it continuously leaks out of your clenching hole.
You bite your lip, trying to keep the squeaks and moans to a minimum, you’re alone in the Marauder, but you could be walked in on any minute if you make too much sound.
Tech can tell you’re trying to hold back, and the very notion is unappealing to him, so he doubles down on his ministrations. Lapping up your folds and sucking your clit simultaneously, his brows knitted in concentration, and his own body gently rutting against the durasteel floor.
You let out a cry when he speeds up, lapping furiously against your clit and only stopping to dive his tongue as deep as it could go into your pussy. Every move his tongue made against you felt like a passionate flame, burning through your whole body and releasing into the ship’s open frame.
Instinctively, you grasp his hands tighter, almost digging your fingernails into his skin from the intensity of the coil that has been slowly getting tighter in your belly.
Tech, with his brilliant mind working well, shifts himself up slightly. His body sliding a bit closer to you making your lower half curl upwards to accommodate his face, still latched on to your nether region. His own grip on your hands is solid, almost doubled in size, palms brushing against yours.
“Mmmm-Tech..I’m soo close–ah!” You keep shifting your body, trying to escape his open maw fully assaulting your sensitive bud, but he doubles down with his grip. Pushing his face deeper into you and holding you down by bringing your clasped hands over your hips.
“I am well aware cyar’ika, stop squirming.” Tech responds against your heated skin, nipping around your core to calm you down, before going back to eating you out like a starved man. Your mind is going blank, all you can think about now is how good it feels when Tech engulfs your pussy into his open mouth. Sucking and lapping at you fervently like you were the last meal he will ever get to enjoy.
The coil is breaking inside you, all common sense of being quiet has been shooed from your mind as you wail and writhe in his firm grasp. The lewd sounds of slurping and his deep moans against you, vibrate through your whole body.
‘T-tech I’m gonna..I’m gonna cum–” You pretty much were drooling on your words. So drunk with euphoria you could feel the ground move beneath you, Tech’s tongue still prodding through your hole.
“Go on then darling, cum for me.” Tech mouths against your clit, staring directly into your eyes as he continues to drive your orgasm out of you.
You can’t hold back now, your whole body jolts and spasms when the coil finally snaps. Your vision goes white, feeling the rush of your climax finally escape and permeate through the cockpit. As your body is trembling, Tech’s hands are embracing yours so tightly you register a slight pain in between your fingers. You don’t mind it however, the notion of him clasping your hands while he continues to drink up your orgasm, is a showcase of his affection for you.
You try to wiggle your way out, the brink of your orgasm now turning into oversensitivity and you loosen your own grip on his hands.
Tech releases one of them to massage your hip and stomach. Moaning when he feels your free hand scratch his hair and tug slightly to pull him off of you. He finally releases your clit with a small “pop”, his mouth slightly open and his face completely covered from nose to chin in your release.
“T-Tech, that was…” You see a bright smile form on his face, leaning over your spent, half-naked form, he brushes a few strands of hair from your sweat soaked forehead and places a soft kiss to it.
“Yes yes my love, I know, Unfortunately, as much as I would love to decompress, we don’t have much time to get you cleaned up.” Tech, with his other hand still glued to yours, pulls you up and steadies you against his broad chest. Your legs are still a bit weak from the spread out position he held them out for.
You giggle at the state you’re in. Noting that Tech was still very much dressed fully in his armor apart from his helmet. You reach up to re-adjust his goggles which shifted slightly and pull him down for a quick peck on the lips.
“All right dear, let’s get you cleaned up, and myself to a certain extent.” You chuckle at his little joke, following him into the ship’s refresher.
