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[sideofhorny]

men should get on their knees and bury their face in between your thighs like they would die if they don’t taste you more often but that’s just me

[sideofhorny]

Relax cyar’ika

Kinktober ‘24 - public thigh riding/fingering

Wrecker × F!reader

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 1.6k

Summary: You're in a relationship with Wrecker and he helps you relax a bit at 79s.

Notes: This is the second of a few shorter fics I wrote for Kinktober. If you have any special kink and clone you would love to see, my requests are open, I can slip in a few towards the end of the months. And yes I am incredibly horny for the big man.

You leaned back against Wrecker, your drink in hand as you tried to stay focused on the conversations around you. It was already late and you were tired, you could still feel the last mission in your sore muscles, but it wasn’t often that you and the boys had time off on Coruscant together, so you all went to 79s tonight.

The squad had settled into a corner table, tucked away from the crowd, it offered a bit of privacy and at least the music wasn’t deafening. Hunter, Tech and Crosshair had went off towards the bar a while ago and Echo was catching up with Rex and the rest of the 501st on the other side of the dancefloor leaving you with Wrecker.

You could feel his eyes on you.

"Hey," his deep voice rumbled as he leaned closer, his arm brushing against yours.

"You alright? You look kinda tense."

You glanced up at him, trying to play it off with a smile, but the weariness in your face betrayed you.

"Yeah, I'm good,” you said, glancing around the space. "Just, you know, a bit tired, would have prefered to stay on the ship with you."

Wrecker's grin widened, and he scooted a little closer, his knee brushing yours under the table.

"I know what you need," he teased, lowering his voice so only you could hear. "C'mere, why don't you hop on my thigh?"

Before you could react, he shifted you onto his lap, his massive hands guiding you until you were straddling his thick thigh. The table shielded you both a bit from the rest of the bar, but the closeness of his body, the heat radiating from him, made your breath hitch.

The moment you settled down, you could feel the solid muscle beneath you, and it sent a wave of heat rushing through your body.

His hands settled on your hips, giving you a gentle nudge to start moving.

"Wrecker," you whispered, glancing around nervously, but the way his thigh pressed against your core had your nerves melting into desire.

You shifted slightly, trying to focus on anything other than the heat building between your legs. Luckily the skirt of your dress was flowy and covered where exactly you were pressed against him.

Wrecker grinned, leaning in just enough for his breath to tickle your ear.

"I'll help you relax."

Your eyes widened, a thrill of excitement shooting through you.

"Here?" you asked, glancing around the bar, nervous about the crowd.

Wrecker's grin widened.

"Right here," he confirmed, his voice a low, teasing rumble. "Unless you're too shy?"

A part of you hesitated, but the way his massive body felt next to yours, the scent of him, the promise in his tone - it was too tempting to resist. You bit your lip and nodded, sliding closer to him.

"You'll be fine," he murmured into your ear, his lips brushing your skin. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

His grip on your hips tightened slightly as he guided your movements, making you rock against his thigh.

"There you go," he murmured, his hands gripping your hips as he guided you to move. "Just like that."

You gasped softly as the friction from his thigh began to build, your body responding immediately to the delicious pressure. The fabric of his pants rubbed against your soaked panties, and the sensation was overwhelming in the best way.

"Wrecker," you whispered, your hands gripping his shoulders for balance. "This feels.."

"Good, right?" he rumbled, his fingers digging into your hips as he helped you rock against him. "Told ya I could help."

You bit your lip to stifle a moan, your body already trembling with need. The bar around you seemed to fade away as you focused solely on the feeling of him beneath you, the way his thigh flexed and tensed with each movement. It was intoxicating, and you were already losing control. There had been a few times where it was difficult to find time and space for intimacy but you’ve never done anything as risky as this.

The pressure between your legs built quickly, and you could feel the slickness pooling in your panties as the friction sent sparks of pleasure through your body.

Wrecker whispered, his breath warm against your neck. "You're already so wet for me, cyar'ika, can feel you soaking through ma pants."

You bit your lip, trying to keep quiet, but the sensation was overwhelming. His thigh was thick and strong beneath you, every rock of your hips pushing you closer to the edge.

The way his hands moved over your body, how easily he controlled your movements - it was intoxicating. You tried to steady yourself, one hand on his chest, the other on his thigh and you could barely hold back a lewd moan when you found his big cock, hard and straining against his pants.

"Don’t ya worry." he murmured, his voice filled with heat. "Gonna let you take care of that when were back on the ship."

You sighed thinking about taking him in your mouth and just when you thought you couldn't take any more, his hand slipped under the hem of your dress, his thick fingers pushing aside your panties. Your breath hitched as he teased your clit, his fingertip brushing your wetness.

"Wrecker..." you whispered, your voice trembling.

"Shh, l've got you, no one’s gonna find out if you keep nice n’ quiet for me" he whispered, his lips grazing your earlobe.

He carefully pushed one thick finger inside you, and you gasped at how good it felt, the stretch deliciously filling.

"That's it, cyar'ika. You take me so well."

The sensation of his finger sliding in and out of you, slowly at first, was almost too much. Your fingers gripped his shoulders, needing something to ground yourself. You could feel the heat between your legs growing, the need for more building with every thrust of his finger.

"Good girl," he praised softly, his voice barely a whisper. "You're doin’ so good for me. Can you take another one without alarming everyone around?"

You nodded, breathless, and he rewarded you by slipping a second finger inside, stretching you even further. The sensation was overwhelming - his fingers were thick and always filled you so perfectly that your hips bucked forward on their own, seeking more.

"That's it," Wrecker whispered in your ear, his voice low and rough, making your body thrum with anticipation.

"You know I love those pretty little sounds, but you gotta keep quiet. You're doin’ so good, cyar'ika. So tight for me."

You could barely keep yourself together, your body trembling as the pleasure mounted. His fingers curled inside you, hitting that perfect spot, and you were so close, so ready to fall apart right there on his lap.

“Wreck..”

"You're close, aren't you?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake. "You wanna cum for me, right here? I can feel how tight you're getting."

You could only nod, your breath coming in short, desperate gasps. His fingers pumped in and out of you, his thumb brushing your clit as he whispered sweet praises in your ear.

As the pleasure began to crest, as you felt yourself losing control, Wrecker pulled you closer and kissed you. His mouth was hot and possessive against yours, swallowing your moans as your body convulsed with pleasure. You clenched hard around his fingers, your orgasm crashing over you with a force that left you trembling in his arms.

He kissed you deeply, muffling your cries as his fingers stayed buried inside you, drawing out every wave of your release. The intensity of it left you breathless, your body shivering with aftershocks as you slowly came down from the high.

When he finally pulled back, his lips still brushing yours, Wrecker smirked. He slipped his fingers out of you and glanced around making sure you hadn’t drawn any attention to you before he quickly licked them clean with a wide smile.

"Knew you could do it," he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "You were perfect, cyar'ika."

You leaned against him, fingers softly trailing over his scar, your heart still racing, your mind dazed from the intensity of it all.

"That was... incredible," you managed to say between breaths.

Wrecker chuckled softly, his large hand smoothing over your back.

"Told ya I'd take care of you." He nuzzled into your neck, kissing you again. "And you looked so damn pretty doin' it too.”

You couldn't help but smile, your body still buzzing from the pleasure he'd given you. It was as if nothing else in the world mattered except the way he made you feel.

Just as you were settling back into Wrecker's lap, your body still tingling from the intensity of your orgasm, you heard footsteps approaching the table.

Crosshair appeared, his ever-present smirk firmly in place as he slid into the seat across from you.

"Well, well," Crosshair drawled, his eyes narrowing in amusement as he glanced between the two of you. "What exactly were you two up to? Or should I even ask?"

You felt your face flush, trying to keep your cool under his sharp gaze, but before you could respond, Wrecker let out a deep, rumbling laugh.

"Just makin' sure she's relaxed and happy, Cross," Wrecker retorted with a grin, his arm tightening around your waist, pulling you closer.

"Gotta take care of the important things, ya know?"

Crosshair raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Hmm, sure looks like you've been taking that job seriously."

Wrecker winked, his tone light and playful. "Always, brother."

Crosshair let out a low chuckle, shaking his head before turning his attention back to his drink.

You couldn't help but laugh softly, feeling yourself at ease as you leaned back against Wrecker, the tension in your body finally gone and the warmth radiating from him making you feel more safe and at home than ever.

[sideofhorny]

Awkward

Pairing: Hunter x fem!Reader

Words: 9,063

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! fluff, squadmates to lovers, some general miscommunication awkwardness, mutual pining, inexperienced!Hunter, first time, smut, nipple play, oral (f and m receiving), face fucking, fingering, so much kissing

Summary: You messed up. After months of hiding your feelings for Hunter, you kiss him to avoid a bad situation, but he doesn't react the way you expect. And he doesn't seem interested in talking about it.

A/N: Thank you @wiltedwillowsvioletsky for the prompt! I can't lie this is one of my favorite tropes. I have another Hunter fic that I'll be posting in a couple weeks, and it's much more serious/angsty so I wanted to make this one fun.

“Physical displays of affection make people uncomfortable,” you say in a rush as if it's a single word, before you lose your nerve.

Hunter stops moving. He’s not even breathing, as far as you can tell. You feel your heart in your throat.

He looks at you, head slightly tilted to the side, like he does when he hears something strange. His eyes search yours for a long moment, his brow furrowed. 

You have no idea what he's thinking, but you plow ahead anyway. There’s no time for anything else. The guards will be on you soon.

You reach out, grab his shoulders and step closer to him. Your body presses against his chest, and his arms come up automatically to encircle your waist. You wrap your arms around his neck.

You close your eyes and lean in, until your lips are almost touching his ear. You whisper, in a tone you hope he recognizes as the warning it is, “Just act natural.”

And then you press your mouth to his.

It’s awkward. 

Painfully, agonizingly awkward.

Your noses are squished together, and he doesn't react. Doesn't even breathe, so far as you can tell. Your heart is in your throat, and you’re trying desperately not to think about what you're doing.

You’re aware that Hunter is warm and firm under your hands. His fingers twitch at your waist and the back of your neck tingles. He’s not moving. He’s not responding. You feel the familiar sensation of dread building in your stomach.

You know better than this.

You are such an idiot.

Finally, you start to pull away, heart in your throat. Maybe this wasn't the best idea. Maybe you should just let the guards shoot you and save you from the humiliation.

As you begin to move, you feel Hunter take a breath. He surges forward and kisses you again, pulling you closer to him. His hands are gripping you firmly, one sliding up to tangle in your hair, the other dropping lower, almost to your ass.

He tilts his head and deepens the kiss.

He still doesn't seem to be breathing, and the kiss is more a series of short, desperate presses of lips and tongue, but it's good. It's great, actually. You’re suddenly very aware of the fact that Hunter has never kissed anyone before, but you’re too dazed by his enthusiasm to care.

His mouth is warm and insistent against yours, and he tastes like the caf you drank at breakfast. His stubble scrapes your chin and his teeth knock against yours, and he seems to be holding his breath the whole time. You can't tell if it's because he's nervous, or because he simply forgot how.

Either way, his grip is firm, and he kisses you as if his life depends on it. In this moment, it very well might.

You realize you're standing on the tips of your toes. You tighten your arms around his neck and lean into him, trying to relieve some of the strain. The hand on your neck slips up, cradling your cheek and the feeling of his gloved fingertips is so good, you have to stifle a whimper.

The kiss goes on forever.

It goes on long enough that you should have heard the guards coming, but you didn't.

Suddenly, Hunter pulls away from you, leaving you dizzy and off-balance. Your arms are still wrapped around his neck. You blink rapidly, trying to get your brain to re-engage.

"You didn't need to do that,” he whispers, his voice hoarse, and a little unsteady.

You look up, and meet his eyes, and you realize how close you are to him. The kiss felt like a lifetime. You were pressed up against him so tightly, his hands on you so possessively, that the absence of him is jarring. You shiver, and he rubs his thumb against the back of your neck.

"It was a good plan," you say, because you have no idea what else to say.

You are suddenly painfully aware of the fact that you're standing in the middle of the hallway with Hunter's arms around you. Your legs feel a little bit like jelly.

You want to lean forward and press your face into the hollow of his throat. You want him to pull you closer, to hold you tighter. You want him to kiss you again. You want him to push you up against the wall and—

Your stomach clenches. Your pulse races. You're pretty sure you've never been so turned on in your life, and that's not a useful thing to think about when you're in the middle of a mission.

“They're not coming," Hunter says, and you know, intellectually, that he is referring to the guards, but your mind is in another place entirely.

You don’t trust yourself to speak, so you just nod.

Hunter stares down at you, his eyes roving over you like he's never seen you before. His cheeks are pink, his hair is mussed, and his lips are swollen and slick. You're having a hard time looking away from his mouth.

The hand on your waist shifts, his thumb starts tracing a soft, slow circle across the exposed skin of your hip. It's barely any pressure at all, but it sends a wave of heat through you. Your heart is pounding, and you know he can hear it.

You can feel the blood rushing through your veins, and all you can think is he can't possibly not know, he's got enhanced senses, he can't possibly not know that I'm crazy about him.

Hunter's face is flushed and he looks as wrecked as you feel.

You wonder if he will ever kiss you again.

You are so close that the thought crosses your mind that you could lean forward and kiss him again, and it would be fine. That's what people do, when they've kissed each other. They kiss again.

You're not sure you can bring yourself to do it. You're not sure he’ll let you. He’s still looking at you like he can't quite believe what just happened, or maybe he can't quite believe what he did.

You wonder if there is a way to ask him, without actually asking him.

You wonder if there's a way to make him want you the way you want him.

You wonder, with a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, if you've managed to ruin everything.

"So you think they're gone?" you ask. Your voice sounds normal, somehow, even though you can barely hear over the sound of your heart.

He pauses, like he's forgotten what you're talking about, then says, "They, uh, they turned the corner a minute ago."

"Good," you say, and the two of you stand there in silence.

It would be so easy to reach up and run your fingers through his hair, to pull him down and press your lips to his again. You can't stop thinking about it. Your whole body feels like it's on fire.

Hunter stares down at you, his eyes dark and wide, and you're standing so close together that you can see the flecks of gold in his irises. His face is still flushed, his mouth still slightly open.

If he doesn't kiss you again, you are going to die.

The hand on your waist is warm and heavy, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your skin.

“We should head back to the ship,” he says, but neither of you move.

He leans in a little, and his nose brushes against yours. Your heart is pounding. You feel hot all over.

He hesitates, and you're sure that he's going to kiss you again.

He doesn't.

"I'm going to check the hall," he says, and pulls away from you.

Your body is burning with unspent desire, and your hands are shaking.

He's going to pretend it didn't happen. That's fine. You can do that too. You can absolutely ignore the fact that he just kissed you like he meant it, and you can't stop thinking about it. It's not a problem. You're not going to be awkward around him. It's going to be fine.

Hunter turns the corner. He's gone.

Your hands are still shaking.

"Shit," you whisper.

You lean back against the wall, close your eyes, and try to catch your breath.

It's going to be a long trip home.

It's not going to be weird.

You won't let it be weird.

You keep telling yourself that, over and over, and you hope it will make it true. You’re not going to make it weird. You have to ignore the way Hunter looked at you when you pulled away. You have to forget the way he kissed you, the way his hands felt on your waist, the way he tasted. You have to forget the way he hesitated, and for a moment, you were sure he was going to kiss you again.

This isn’t something you can change. This isn't a mistake you can fix. You've made the best decision you could, and now, you have to live with it. 

You try your best to be normal. You sit next to him in the cockpit. You joke with him and laugh at his stories. You make eye contact, and don't stare at his lips.

You have a hard time keeping your distance. The ship is small, and he's everywhere. When he comes into the room, your whole body responds. It's not a conscious reaction. It's involuntary. So you try your best to limit your time alone with him.

It's fine. You're fine. You're being normal.

Except that Hunter is acting...different.

He watches you constantly, like he's waiting for you to say something. He's jumpy and quiet. He's clearly on edge, and you have no idea why. You've replayed the moment outside the vault a thousand times, and you can't figure out where you went wrong.

You're not sure how to talk about it, so you decide to pretend it didn't happen. That should help, right? If the two of you can ignore the kiss, maybe things will go back to normal.

But Hunter doesn't play along.

He keeps touching you.

The first time it happens, it catches you by surprise. You're on a supply run, and the two of you have stopped at a kiosk in the market. He's talking to the merchant about the supplies you need, and his hand brushes the small of your back, right above the base of your spine.

The gesture is so casual, so familiar, and so unexpected, that you jump. You look at him, and he's still focused on the merchant. You must have imagined it.

It happens again, on the ship, when he reaches over and pats your shoulder, his fingers lingering a little longer than necessary. You stare at him, but he doesn't notice. He's looking at Tech.

"Are you all right?" you ask.

"Fine," he says, and he goes back to his work.

It keeps happening.

Everywhere. On the ship. In the hangar. At the bar. Everywhere.

He touches your hand when he gives you your share of the credits. He puts his hand on your hip to guide you around a group of people. He squeezes your shoulder when he passes behind you. He leans over you in the cockpit, and rests his hand on the back of your seat. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear yesterday, and he nudged your knee with his while the two of you were sitting around the fire pit.

Everywhere. All the time.

The worst part is that it's not even sexual. He touches you the way a partner would. A lover. Like the two of you are comfortable together, and it's driving you insane. You don't understand why he's doing it.

Every touch is like fire on your skin. Every time, you jump, and every time, you look at him, and every time, he's not looking at you. It's infuriating.

Finally, when he grabs your elbow at Cid's, and you whirl around and glare at him, you realize that it is, in fact, intentional.

You grab him by the front of his armor and drag him into the nearest storage closet. You are absolutely done with this.

Hunter follows without protest, and as soon as the door closes behind him, you turn and demand, "What are you doing?"

He looks at you with amusement. He's smiling a little. It makes him look younger, and even more handsome than usual. "Touching you," he says, as if this is obvious.

You stare at him.

"Why?"

"You don't like it?"

"That's not the point!" You can feel the blush creep into your cheeks. "Why are you doing it?"

He leans down, so that his face is very close to yours. "Because I want to."

His voice is low, and a little rough. He's so close, and he's looking at you in that way that makes you weak in the knees. He reaches out, and cups your face with his hands. His thumb traces your lower lip, and it takes all of your self control not to bite it.

"Because," he murmurs, "you're not stopping me."

You can't breathe.

"Hunter," you say, and you don't recognize your own voice.

"Yes?"

"If you're going to kiss me again, I suggest you do it now."

He looks a little surprised, but then he smiles, and ducks his head and does exactly as you ask.

And, stars, the kiss is so good.

He's much more confident now. Hunter's hand is warm and steady on your jaw, and his lips are firm. He kisses you gently, as if he has all the time in the world. His tongue is soft and wet and teasing, and his other hand has settled on the small of your back, his thumb tracing lazy circles over the thin material of your shirt.

Your hands are pressed against the cold, flat plastoid of his armor, but you need to touch him. You slide your palms up his chest, over his shoulders, until you can cup his neck and tangle your fingers in his hair.

You can't tell who moans. Maybe both of you.

His hands slip under your shirt, and his gloves are soft against your bare skin. He pulls you closer, and the kiss deepens, his tongue pressing deeper, his mouth opening wider. You can't stop the whimper that escapes you.

Your back hits the wall, and the kiss changes, becomes hungrier. He's kissing you like he means it, and you're overwhelmed by the smell of him, the feel of him, the taste of him. He's surrounding you. You're drowning in him, and it's not enough. You're not sure it will ever be enough.

You pull away, gasping, and he looks at you, his eyes dark and unfocused.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice hoarse, and his fingers tighten on your skin. "I was going to talk to you about this, but I've never been very good at talking."

You stare at him. You feel a little bit like someone has hit you over the head.

"What?" you manage.

He clears his throat. "I thought I'd give it some time. Wait and see if you brought it up, or if you were going to...do that."

You're having a hard time focusing on what he's saying. He's so close to you, and you can feel his chest rising and falling against yours. His hands are on you. He's got one thigh between your legs.

"Do what?"

Hunter gestures, a little helplessly, towards the storage room door. "That."

You take a deep breath and close your eyes. You have no idea what is going on, but you can't think straight when he's so close.

"What are you talking about?" you ask, and your voice is a lot calmer than you feel.

He pauses, and his fingers are tapping out a nervous rhythm against your hip.

"Are you saying we haven't been flirting?" he asks, and the look on his face is almost comical. He looks so confused, so baffled, and so, so handsome. You've never wanted anyone more.

You have no idea what is going on.

"Flirting?" you echo.

"Or...something," he says, a little more cautiously.

You feel a rush of heat rise in your cheeks. You're suddenly aware that the two of you are still pressed together. His hands are on your skin, his thigh is still between your legs. You let go of him, and press your palms flat against the wall. You need some distance from him.

"You've been flirting with me?"

He frowns.

"I thought I was being pretty obvious," he says, and the confusion on his face is adorable.

"So," you say slowly, "you've been touching me, and following me around, and being..." you trail off, not sure how to describe it.

"Attentive?" he offers.

"No."

"Interested?"

"You haven't been subtle," you say instead.

"And I thought you were responding," he says, and he's looking at you like he can't figure you out, "I could hear your heartbeat. It was always a little fast when I touched you."

You're not sure whether to be annoyed or impressed by his powers of observation.

"Yeah," you say, because it seems like the easiest answer, "I was."

He's looking at you expectantly, and the realization hits you like a ton of bricks.

He has no idea what he's doing.

You're so used to being around the guys and seeing them as men, that you forget sometimes, how little experience they actually have. Hunter is a grown man, with enhanced senses, a lethal skill set, and a very high level of intelligence.

But he is also a clone, who spent his entire life training and fighting. Who spent nearly every shore leave on Kamino, surrounded by brothers. Who, as far as you can tell, has never kissed anyone, and certainly has never had sex.

He has no idea what he's doing.

You sigh, and lean your forehead against his chest.

"You're really bad at this," you say, and your voice is muffled by his armor. “I didn’t think you were bad at anything. Especially this kind of thing."

"I've never had a relationship before," he says. "I've never done anything like this before."

"Well, you're doing a good job of pretending you have," you mutter.

"You think I'm good at it?"

You look up at him, and there's an unmistakable look of satisfaction on his face.

"You're terrible," you tell him. He doesn't seem offended by this, so you add, "But you're lucky you're hot, or I would have left."

His expression turns thoughtful.

"So," he starts. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer. His gaze drops from your eyes, down to your lips, and then lower. He pulls you flush against him, his body warm and solid against yours. Your hands are pressed against his chest, and he leans down, until his mouth is close to your ear.

“Are you going to stop me?"

"No," you say. His answering smile is brilliant, and for a moment, you're afraid you might drown.

"Good," he says, and kisses you again.

The second kiss is even better than the first.

He's not hesitant anymore. He's not careful. He's kissing you like he can't get enough, like he's afraid he'll never kiss you again.

His hands are everywhere, sliding up under your shirt, across the flat of your stomach, over the curve of your waist. His thumbs trace the undersides of your breasts, and his teeth tug at your bottom lip. You gasp, and arch into him.

He presses his lips to your neck, and the sound you make is obscene.

You can't think.

You're not sure why he wants you. You're not sure why he's chosen you. But, stars, you want him.

"Hunter," you say. Your voice sounds ragged and desperate, and he groans and presses his mouth to the hollow of your throat.

"This," he says, and his voice is low, and rough, and it sends a shiver down your spine, "is why I've been touching you."

You laugh, a little unsteadily, and run your fingers through his hair, scratching gently at the base of his skull. His reaction is immediate, his breath catching, his mouth opening wider, his hips rocking against yours.

He kisses you again, his tongue slipping into your mouth, and your thoughts scatter. You can't think, can't breathe.

The third kiss is a long, slow, lazy exploration. You kiss him until your legs are weak, and your head is spinning. You kiss him until your lips are swollen and you're breathless. And then you kiss him some more, because you’re still not ready to stop.

"We should," he says, and then doesn't finish the sentence. It doesn't matter, because you know what he's going to say.

"We should," you agree, and you lean into him and rest your forehead on his chest.

He runs his hand through your hair, and the sensation is pleasant. It's warm and soft and comfortable.

The fourth kiss is gentle, and soft, and you can't help but feel like it's more of a promise than anything else.

The fifth kiss is the one that makes you realize, with absolute certainty, that you're doomed.

Hunter kisses you whenever he can.

You don't even have time to be nervous about it, because he doesn't wait for privacy.

In the hangar, before a mission, he leans over you, and tilts your chin up with his fingers, and presses a kiss to your mouth. It's a soft, quick, brush of his lips, and it's so brief, you're not sure it happened.

At Cid's, in the bar, where everyone can see, he reaches over and touches the back of your hand. His thumb strokes the sensitive skin on the inside of your wrist. He leans in and kisses the corner of your mouth. The gesture is casual, and easy, and no one seems to notice. Or no one seems to care.

He does it in front of the others, and you wonder if this is his way of telling them that he wants you and that he doesn't care if they know. You wonder if he's trying to tell you that he's serious, or if he's simply testing the boundaries of his own attraction. You wish he would just tell you what he's thinking.

But you're not going to complain.

When the two of you are alone on the ship, and there's no chance of being interrupted, he does something a little less casual. He grabs your waist and pushes you against the nearest wall, and kisses you until your toes curl.

Every time, you're not sure it's going to happen. Every time, you're waiting for him to get bored, or annoyed, or change his mind.

Every time, he kisses you like he means it.

Sometimes, when he pulls away, his hands are shaking.

You know how he feels.

Every time he kisses you, it takes you by surprise. You're always caught off guard by the way he looks at you. The way his gaze roves over your face, his eyes dark and intense, his brow furrowed. 

You're always surprised by the way he smiles when he sees you. It's a small, shy smile, but it's full of affection. You're always shocked by the way he touches you. You're not used to being touched, not like this, not casually, and not with the same gentleness that he uses.

You're not used to it.

But you think you could get used to it.

You want to.

This evening the rest of the squad is out, scattering to enjoy the night before the next job. Hunter has asked you to stay behind.

He's told the others that you're both busy.

He's told them that the two of you are planning the next mission.

He hasn't told them that the two of you are spending a rare night alone together, and have every intention of enjoying it.

As soon as the others are gone, the ramp closing behind them, Hunter turns to you.

"We're not planning the mission, are we?" you ask, even though you know the answer.

"No," he says, and steps towards you. "We're not."

His hand comes up, and his fingers are soft as they cup your cheek.

"Good," you reply. "That was a terrible lie."

He laughs, and the sound warms your heart. You're not sure you've ever seen him so relaxed, so happy. He looks younger, less worried, less tense. You're not sure what's changed.

You don't ask.

He doesn't tell.

He’s far too busy pulling you into his lap, and kissing you until your knees are weak.

His hands are everywhere. On your face. Your neck. Your back. Your waist. They're warm, and strong, and possessive, and his lips are firm, and insistent, and soft, and kriff, he's a really, really good kisser. How he went from being bad at this to being so good, so quickly, you have no idea.

This kiss is a little rough, and a little needy. His hands are on your thighs, holding you in place, and his body is pressed against yours. He's not shy about letting you know that he wants you. He's forgone half of his armor today, and you can feel the insistent press of his cock, hard and straining against his pants.

You want nothing more than to wrap your hand around it, and stroke it, and feel him pulse and spill his seed over your fingers. He'd make the most incredible noises, and his face would flush, and he'd look at you with that dazed, overwhelmed expression he gets, and you want him so badly, it almost hurts.

His hips jerk forward, and you moan into his mouth. He breaks away from you, and presses his face into the curve of your neck. He's breathing hard, and his breath is warm on your skin.

"You're really good at this," he says, and you can't help the laughter that bubbles out of you.

"You're terrible," you tease. "Why do you keep saying that?"

"Because it's true," he murmurs.

You run your hands up his back and scratch lightly at the base of his neck. He shivers, and his fingers tighten on your thighs.

"Good at flirting." He leans in and kisses the hollow of your throat. "Very, very good."

"Stop," you say, laughing, and your face is burning. You're embarrassed by the praise, and the fact that he can feel how warm you are. He can hear your heartbeat. He can probably smell how wet you are.

He chuckles against your skin.

"Why would I do that?" he murmurs. His mouth moves up, and his lips are warm on the underside of your jaw. "I can tell how much you like it."

"Hunter," you hiss. Your voice sounds strained, you almost don't recognize it. He kisses the soft skin just below your ear, his tongue darting out to taste you, and your brain short-circuits.

“I can hear it." There's a note of wonder in his voice, like he's amazed at the way you react to him. "Every time I touch you, your heartbeat gets a little faster."

"You've noticed that?"

"Yeah," he rasps, and the feeling of his voice vibrating through your skin makes you shiver, "I can't concentrate when I hear it. Every time I hear it, all I can think about is kissing you."

"Every time?"

"All the time," he murmurs. He kisses the spot behind your ear, and your toes curl. "You have no idea how distracting it is."

You can't think. All you can do is tilt your head to give him better access. His mouth is hot and wet and he's sucking lightly at the sensitive skin there. You moan softly. His grip on your thighs tightens.

"So," you say, and your voice is unsteady, "what are you going to do about it?"

He pulls away, and his hands slip up, his palms settling on your hips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass. He looks at you, his gaze traveling over your face, and then dropping lower. You're acutely aware that he's staring at your mouth, and your whole body is buzzing with anticipation.

"Well," he says slowly, and the expression on his face is absolutely sinful, "I was hoping that I could touch you."

You swallow hard. You have to take a few seconds to get your voice working. "Where?" you ask.

He grins, and his eyes sparkle.

"Everywhere."

You nod.

You can feel his body tense, and then he's kissing you again, and you lose track of how many kisses the two of you have shared.

It doesn't matter.

This is the one that's going to ruin you.

This kiss is hard and fast and messy, and his hands are gripping your thighs, his hips are rocking up against yours, and you're grinding on his cock, and it's so good.

His hands slide under your shirt, and his fingertips brush the underside of your breasts. He groans into your mouth, and the sound goes straight to your clit. You grind down on him again, and his hands move up, palming your breasts, and he pinches your nipples between his fingers. The feeling is so sharp and sweet, that you have to pull away from the kiss, gasping for breath.

His mouth is immediately on your neck, his lips warm and wet on your skin. He kisses his way down, across the curve of your shoulder, and bites down on the tender skin of your collarbone. You can feel the sharp edge of his teeth, and it sends a shiver down your spine.

"Fuck," you whisper.

His mouth is still on your skin, but he laughs.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. He runs his tongue over the bite mark. "Did that hurt?"

"Yeah," you say. Your voice is unsteady. "I liked it."

He growls, and his mouth is on yours again. His tongue slips past your lips, and you suck on it, and the sound he makes is so desperate, and so needy, that you have to grind down on his cock again. You can feel him straining against his pants, hard and thick, and you can't wait to get your hands on him.

"Hunter," you manage, and his name comes out like a whine.

"Yes," he says, his mouth pressed against the base of your throat, "anything, just tell me."

"I want to suck your cock."

He freezes.

His entire body goes tense, and he pulls away and stares at you. His eyes go wide, and his lips part. It’s the same look he gave you when you kissed him for the first time, and you can't get over the fact that this, somehow, is more surprising than the kiss.

"Do you want that?" you ask, because maybe he doesn't. Maybe you've read the situation wrong. Maybe you've misjudged his reaction, and now you've made a fool of yourself. You’ve never had anyone turn you down before, but this isn't just anyone. This is Hunter.

He doesn't say anything, but he nods, and the expression on his face is a little dazed, and a lot hungry. His pupils are blown, and his breathing is shallow. He looks wrecked. You've barely touched him, and already, he's a mess.

You've never had anyone look at you like this. It makes you feel powerful and a little bit smug.

"Yes," he says.

"Can I?"

"Yes," he repeats.

He doesn't seem inclined to move, so you slide off his lap, and get to your knees in front of him. When he sees you on the floor, looking up at him, his mouth drops open a little more, and his cock twitches. You can see it straining against his pants.

You want your mouth on him so badly, you're afraid you might pass out. You lick your lips, shifting slightly to ease the ache between your legs. His eyes follow the motion, and he takes a deep breath before reaching for his belt.

He unbuckles it, and pops the button on his pants, and you lean forward, and help him pull them down. His cock springs free, hard and thick and curved, and the tip is already slick and shiny with precome. It’s just as beautiful as the rest of him.

He shifts a little, and you put your hands on his thighs and run the tip of your tongue over the head. The taste is salty and bitter and familiar, and the sound he makes is so needy, you can't help but moan.

"Oh," he says.

He sounds shocked.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes."

He's looking down at you, his mouth still open, his face flushed, his chest rising and falling rapidly. You wrap your hand around his cock, and he inhales sharply.

"Is this okay?" you ask.

"Yeah."

You lean forward, and kiss the head, and he exhales.

"It's good," he says, and the words are strained.

"I'm glad," you say with a smile.

"You're very...considerate," he says. Your smile widens. You have to hide your grin by pressing a kiss to the side of his cock. His hips jerk forward, and the moan he makes is delicious.

"I'm a nice person."

"You are," he agrees. His voice is rough. "You're a very nice person."

His head falls back, his words dissolving into a groan as you take him into your mouth. The noise he makes is so beautiful, you can't help but moan. 

The vibrations must feel good, because his hips jerk, and he makes a choked sound in the back of his throat. The motion forces him deeper, and you have to concentrate to relax, and take him without gagging.

He's thick, and long, and hot, and the way he's trembling and moaning above you makes you feel powerful. It's a little heady, knowing that you're the one who has reduced him to this. You can feel him struggling not to move, and the effort it takes is evident in the way his body is taut, and the tension in his muscles. He's fighting the urge to thrust. 

You're not sure how much longer he'll be able to resist, and you can't wait. 

You want him to let go. You want him to fuck your mouth. You want him to come on your face. You want him to grab your hair, and use your mouth, and fuck you until you're a mess, and he can't hold himself back any longer.

Your hand is still wrapped around the base of his cock, and you take him as deep as you can. The sounds of his pleasure are intoxicating. You can't get enough of them. 

He's breathing heavily, his hands are clenched into fists, and when you pull back, and slide your tongue up the length of his shaft, his hips jerk. You moan again, and he curses and grabs your shoulders. You think he's going to pull you off of him, but instead, he's trying to drag you closer. He's trying to pull you towards him. He's trying to force his cock further into your mouth.

You look up at him, and the expression on his face is desperate, and lost. He's so close. He's barely hanging on. You want him to come. You want him to use you. You want him to give himself to you, and take everything you have to offer.

The hand you have braced on his thigh squeezes as you relax your jaw, and Hunter's eyes shoot open. The expression on his face is somewhere between awe and fear, and his body is tense, like a bowstring, drawn tight and ready to snap.

You squeeze your hand again, and he lets out a harsh breath. One of his hands comes up to cup the back of your head before his hips start to move, and then he's fucking your mouth.

It's rough. It's sloppy. It's perfect. His movements are frantic and uneven, and it's clear that he's not going to last. His grip on your hair tightens, and he fucks your mouth in quick, hard, strokes. It's so good, the feeling of him filling you, his cock sliding in and out, hitting the back of your throat. He's making the most beautiful noises, and you can't believe that you're the one making him sound like this. It's almost too much.

You look up at him through your lashes, and the sight is so overwhelming, that you can't stop the whine that escapes you. A flood of arousal pools between your legs.

His nostrils flare as his eyes flicker down to meet yours. He groans and fucks your mouth harder. You moan and arch into him. You're dripping with need. You can feel your underwear sticking to your cunt, and it's distracting.

"Fuck," he says, his voice hoarse, "are you getting off on this?"

You moan again. You can't help it. It's a reflex.

"Fuck," he hisses again. "Do you like it?"

You moan louder, and his breath catches. His movements stutter, and his grip on your hair tightens.

"You do," he says, and the look on his face is dazed, and disbelieving.

You squeeze his thigh, and he curses. His hand leaves your hair, moving down to wrap around the back of your neck. He pulls you closer, his hips bucking, and he's not pulling away now. He's holding you in place, forcing his cock deeper, and you relax your throat and take him.

"Good girl," he murmurs. The praise hits you like a blow, and you can't help but whine. "Fuck. That's good."

You whimper, and Hunter's hips stutter, and then he's coming. His grip on the back of your neck tightens, and his eyes slam shut. His whole body is tense, his thighs trembling, his cock pulsing as he spills down your throat. It's a lot, you can't swallow fast enough, and it drips out of the corners of your mouth. He's still making these helpless little sounds, and you can't tear your eyes away from him. You want to burn the memory into your brain.

He's beautiful. He's perfect. And you're pretty sure you're going to be ruined for anyone else.

You pull off of him slowly, and his hand drops from the back of your neck. His eyes flutter open to watch you catch the last bit of come on your tongue, and he inhales sharply. The sound is rough and broken, and when you lick your lips, he curses.

You smile at him, and he shakes his head.

"Shit," he breathes.

"How was that?"

"I...you...uh," he trails off, and gestures vaguely. "I can't. Words."

You laugh, and stand up, and press a kiss to the side of his jaw. Hunter turns his head, and kisses you. It's a soft, slow kiss, and you melt into it.

His hands are gentle on your waist, and when the kiss ends, he pulls you close, and holds you tight. He buries his face in the curve of your neck, and sighs.

"You okay?" you ask.

Hunter hums a response, and kisses your neck, and then your jaw, and finally, your mouth. He cups your cheek, and brushes his thumb across your lips, and then kisses you again, and the gentleness of it makes you dizzy. He kisses you until you're breathless, and then pulls away, and rests his forehead against yours.

"What do you need?" he asks. His voice is soft and low, and the concern in his voice makes you flush.

"What do I need?" you repeat. You're not sure what he's asking. You're not sure if he's asking.

"Yeah," he says. "It's only fair."

"You don't have to do anything," you say, a little awkwardly. "I was having a good time."

"I know," he replies, and the smugness in his tone makes you roll your eyes, "but I want to."

"Hunter…" you start, but you're not sure how to finish.

He doesn't seem concerned by this.

"You like being praised," he says. He's looking at you with an expression that's far too serious. You want him to stop. "And you like being held down. Is there anything else?"

"You figured all that out just now?" you ask. Your cheeks are burning. He can't tell what you like. You've barely started. This can't be happening. It has to be a coincidence. You can't be that easy to read. "We've barely done anything."

"I've been paying attention."

"That's..." you trail off. You're not sure what the word is. Embarrassing? Flattering? Surprising?

You keep forgetting how observant he is. It's unnerving, and thrilling, and a little overwhelming. 

"Why?"

He's quiet for a moment.

"Because I care about you," he says finally.

"You do?"

"Yeah," he says. There's no hesitation. No doubt. "I care about you."

"I care about you, too," you say.

"So," he continues, "can I touch you?"

You nod, and Hunter grins, and kisses you again.

"Come here," he says. He stands, tucking himself back into his pants before he takes your hand and leads you over to his bunk. He sits down on the edge and pulls you into his lap, and then his mouth is back on yours. 

The kiss is messy and uncoordinated, his lips soft and insistent, and he tastes like sweat and sex. You're a little dizzy, and the way he's kissing you isn't helping. It's distracting, and overwhelming, and when his fingers brush over the top of your breast, the sensation is so intense that you can't help but grind down on his thigh.

He makes a small, surprised sound, and his hands find your hips. The world blurs for a moment as he turns and presses you into the mattress. He's above you, his body a warm, solid weight, pinning you to the bed. You wrap your legs around his waist, and arch up, and he groans, and bites down on your shoulder.

"Shit," you gasp.

"Sorry," he says. He doesn't sound sorry.

"It's fine," you breathe. His mouth is still on your shoulder, and he sucks on the spot he just bit. You moan, and your head falls back. "Oh."

"Good?"

"Yes," you pant, and his hands slide up under your shirt. His thumbs trace the curves of your breasts, and he pushes the fabric up until he can expose your chest. His gaze drops, and his eyes widen.

"Kriff, you're gorgeous," he murmurs. Hunter braces himself on one hand and traces the swell of your breast with the other. He runs his fingers over the curve of your waist, and then drags his thumb over the underside of your breast. His eyes are fixed on the way your flesh dimples beneath his touch. "How are you so soft?"

He leans down and kisses the top of your breast, and then nuzzles his face between them.

"I want to touch every inch of you," he whispers, and the sensation of his breath on your skin is maddening. His hair tickles your chest as he moves his mouth to the valley between your breasts. "I want to kiss every part of you."

He presses a line of kisses up the slope of your breast, and then his lips close around your nipple, and you gasp. Your back arches, and your hands scrabble for purchase on the blankets. He sucks and scrapes his teeth across the sensitive bud, and then lets go, and moves his mouth to the other side. His fingers toy with the nipple he just abandoned, and you whine. He's being gentle, and slow, and thorough, and you're not sure how much longer you can take it.

"You're sensitive," he says, and he sounds delighted.

"You're taking too long," you manage.

He laughs, and the vibration from his voice, and the warmth of his breath on your skin, makes your toes curl.

"Patience," he says, and then his mouth is on your nipple again, and the sound that escapes you is half laugh, half moan.

He switches back and forth, sucking, licking, and biting. The movements are teasing and deliberate, and by the time he finally pulls away, your skin is red, and sore, and slick.

"Hunter," you whimper. You want more, you need more, and you're not sure how much longer you can last. "Hunter, please."

He doesn't answer, but he sits up and pulls your shirt over your head, and then reaches for the button of your pants. His fingers are steady, and sure, and his expression is intense. He's focused on the task at hand, and the look of concentration on his face is adorable. You want to laugh, but it's cut off by a gasp as he slips his hand beneath your underwear, and runs his fingers along the seam of your cunt.

"Shit," he breathes, and his voice is strained. His eyes are wide and bright, and his face is flushed. His pupils are blown, and his nostrils are flared.

You're not sure why, but the way he's looking at you makes your cheeks burn.

"Sorry," you mutter.

He gives you a startled look, and shakes his head.

"What?" he asks.

"It's embarrassing," you admit. "I'm...it's a lot."

"Embarrassing?"

You shrug, and look away, and then he's cupping your face in his hand, and tilting your head back. His touch is gentle, and the kiss he gives you is tender. It's soft and sweet and slow, and when he breaks the kiss, he leans his forehead against yours.

"Nothing about you is embarrassing," he murmurs.

"You don't have to say that."

"I mean it."

He looks you in the eye, and his expression is so sincere, so earnest, that your heart clenches.

"It's not embarrassing," he says, and there's a finality in his tone, like he's daring you to disagree with him.

"Okay," you reply, a little weakly.

"Okay." He kisses you again, and it's quick, and chaste, and sweet. He presses a line of kisses up your jaw, and then his mouth is on your ear. "Do you know how many times I've thought about this?" he asks.

You shake your head, and he chuckles. His breath is warm against the side of your face, and his lips are soft on your skin. You can't help but squirm.

"A lot," he whispers, and you feel his mouth curve into a smile. "So much."

His fingers are still stroking you, and when they press against your entrance, you whimper. He teases you, his fingers circling your opening, spreading the wetness that's already leaking out of you. It's driving you crazy, and he's not helping.

"Every time you're near me, I want to touch you," he continues. His mouth moves back down your neck, and he presses a kiss to your collarbone. "Every time you get wet, it drives me crazy."

"You can't be serious," you gasp. His fingers are still teasing you, and you want them inside you. "You can't smell that."

He pauses. His mouth is on the swell of your breast, and his tongue is tracing lazy patterns across your skin. He leans back and looks you in the eye.

"Of course I can," he says.

"How is that possible?"

"The same way I can smell everything else," he says, a little absently, and then leans down and runs his tongue across your nipple. You let out a shaky breath, and he glances up at you. "I've had to go jerk off in the 'fresher, just so I can focus."

"You're joking," you say, because there's no way. It can't be true. There's no way he's attracted to you that much. No one has ever been that attracted to you.

"Not joking," he murmurs. He bites down on the underside of your breast, and then his mouth moves down your stomach. His fingers hook into the waistband of your pants, and he tugs them down and throws them to the side along with your soaked underwear. His eyes are on your cunt, and the look on his face is a little awed, a little hungry, and a lot smug.

"Fuck," he breathes, and the tone of his voice makes your pulse jump. He leans forward and runs the tip of his nose over your pubic bone. You can't help but shiver. His breath is warm against your cunt, and his lips brush over your clit as he speaks. "You're so beautiful. So, so beautiful."

He presses a kiss to the top of your mound, and then his tongue is on you. His hands grip the inside of your thighs, pushing them up and apart, and the first lick is firm and confident, and it sends a jolt through your whole body.

"You taste amazing," he whispers.

You laugh, because what the fuck are you supposed to say to that?

He takes it as an invitation.

"So fucking good," he murmurs, and then he's licking you in earnest. He licks up the length of your slit, his tongue dipping inside, and then he drags it across your clit. You let out a strangled cry as he flicks the tip of his tongue against the sensitive bud, and your hands fly up to grab the back of his head.

"Hunter," you say, and it's supposed to come out as a warning, but it's too breathy, and too needy. He hums in response, and the vibrations from the noise make you clench around nothing.

"You're so wet," he murmurs. His breath is hot against your skin, and his voice is hoarse. "So wet, and so soft."

He licks his way back down, and pushes his tongue inside you. You cry out, and the noise is loud and obscene. It echoes in the small room, and you've never been so grateful for Hunter's enhanced senses. He's always seemed to know what to do, and he's not letting you down now. 

He fucks you with his tongue, and it's fast and sloppy, and he's making these needy little noises that send shivers down your spine. His nose grinds into your clit, and his tongue is pressing into the front wall of your cunt, and kriff, the feeling is incredible. It's overwhelming. You can feel the orgasm building, the pressure rising, and it's too much. You can't handle it.

You try to pull away, but his hands tighten on the back of your thighs, and he doesn't let you go. Instead, he doubles down. His tongue speeds up, and the motions are rougher, and more frantic. His teeth graze over your clit, and his lips wrap around the bud, and he sucks, hard. 

Your vision whites out, and you can't hear anything but the rush of blood in your ears. Every muscle in your body locks up, and then your release hits you, and you're lost.

Your back arches off the bed, your fingers tightening in Hunter's hair as you grind down on his mouth. The sound you make is raw, and broken, and you don't recognize your own voice. The pleasure is so intense, it almost hurts. 

A flood of wetness spills out of you, and Hunter moans. The sound is muffled by your cunt, and his mouth is still on you, and you can't stop yourself from moving against him. You keep riding his face, even though the sensation is overwhelming, and your hips stutter as you push against his mouth. 

You're not sure how long it lasts, and when the haze finally lifts, your body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat. Hunter's lips are still on you. He's still licking and sucking and kissing you, and it's too much.

"Stop," you say, and push his face away.

"Did you...?"

"Yes," you say. Your voice is unsteady. You're a little breathless.

"Are you sure?"

"Very," you reply.

"Oh," he says. He sounds dazed. "That was fast."

"Hunter."

"You were really turned on," he says. His eyes are bright, and he's looking at you like he can't quite believe what just happened. His mouth and chin are soaked with your slick, and the sight of him, flushed and disheveled, sends a rush of heat through your veins. "Was it that good?"

You laugh. You can't help it.

"Yes," you say. "I told you, I was already worked up."

"You really like me that much?"

You roll your eyes.

"Yeah, I do," you say. "Now you're just fishing for compliments."

"Maybe," he replies. He wipes his mouth on the back of his hand, and when it lowers, he's smiling. His eyes are sparkling, and the expression on his face makes you ache. "It's nice to be wanted."

"Get up here and kiss me," you say, and reach for him. The kiss is deep and slow, and it's a little sloppy. The taste of him mixed with the taste of yourself makes your toes curl. 

"But I also want to know what I did right for next time," he says as you break apart.

"Next time?"

"Yeah," he murmurs. He rolls over and pulls you on top of him. "Next time."

"You're very confident," you tease. You prop yourself up on his chest and smile down at him. His eyes are closed, and the look on his face is serene. He's happy. You did that.

"I am," he says. He cracks open an eye. "Was I wrong?"

"No."

"Good," he says. He reaches up and brushes a stray lock of hair behind your ear. "I meant what I said before. I like you."

"You're such a sap," you say. Your cheeks are burning, and your chest feels tight.

"Don't tell the others," he says. His voice is solemn. "I have a reputation to uphold."

"What do I get in return?"

"Hmmm," he murmurs. The sound is a little thoughtful, a little smug. He slides his hands down and palms your ass. "I can think of a few things."

"You have a deal," you say. You lean down and kiss him again. You're not sure how much longer you'll get to spend like this. You'll take every second you can get.

He rolls over and pins you to the bed, and when he kisses you, you lose track of how many times his mouth touches yours.

It doesn't matter.

This one is just the beginning.

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The Informant

[Anakin Skywalker x Padawan!Fem Reader]

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Summary: So, Anakin found out that you informed on him and Padmé at the Temple, leading to the end of his romance? Oh, your mistake. Just wait until he barges into your quarters to settle the score fairly.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI | brutal smut | hate sex | angst | mirror sex | slapping | reader's serious injury during sex (head smashed against the mirror) | blood | PiV unprotected | hair pulling | cursing | degradation | dom!Anakin | sub!Reader | reader is toxic af | no comfort | no aftercare Author note: Yes, I haven't written many warnings before, but I consider this story to be one of my favorites that I've written. I've edited it many times - today I'm sharing it in a completely different form than it was meant to be, and it was supposed to be much darker. However, I don't want any content drama- I'm coming back after a long break and I want peace, so I assure you that every brutal move described in this story is motivated by immense sexual frustration on BOTH sides.

Word Count: 3,5k

Anakin stood behind the corner when you were selling him. He was there, gazing at your face, which seemed to be proud of itself and could barely restrain its foolish grin because you thought you were executing a perfect plan. "General… Unfortunately, they were there again, together… I want the best for Master Skywalker, and I can't help but be concerned that perhaps he puts… THOSE feelings above the gravity of the mission..." you spoke to Kenobi with that artificially emphasized solemnity from beneath which protruded the most insidious idea. Anakin clenched his fists, struggling to listen to your report deliberately designed to undermine him. He didn't know you had seen him with Padme. You didn't know he had seen you when you were informing. For a while, you were entangled in blissful ignorance, but soon everything was about to end in the worst possible way. ................................................................................................................. Weeks had passed since that incident, weeks during which Anakin ceased to be himself towards you - yet he had no intention of telling you why. In the first days, your training sessions became more intense - when you fell, he wouldn't lend you a hand, and when you took a hit too hard, he had no intention of apologizing, and your days didn't end with a smile he used to give you. You were sure that maybe he had worse days, perhaps the Council was giving him a hard time… There was also another option that you considered, and although you couldn't say it out loud - you counted on it the most. Troubles with Padmé.

Your unhealthy desire to take the place of that woman overshadowed your common sense, and you convinced yourself of it day by day, implementing increasingly risky and far-reaching ideas into your life. Your latest one was soon to show its effects- it was about to explode when early this morning, you learned that the senator you despised had left the Order's gates. The relationship between Anakin and Padmé had come to an end, and you were glowing.

On that day, you didn't encounter Anakin in the Temple. Your usual training took place with Kenobi instead, and although the older Jedi tried not to convey any negative emotions that day, you felt a crisis atmosphere in the air. You didn't know the details and were unsure of what exactly was happening. In the morning, you questioned your friendly, usually well-informed guards if they knew where your Master might be, but each person you asked seemed to have the same rehearsed version they were allowed to share. Were the details crucial to you? Probably not, as the only thing that mattered to you was to sense the right moment to implement your next plan. A plan titled: a caring, concerned Padawan who gets what she wants.

As you returned to your quarters in the evening, the corridors seemed darker than usual. With no significant missions left for the day, you had lingered a bit too long in the cantina, and it would be a lie to say that during your time there, you hadn't thought about Anakin. Where he was, what he was doing, what he was feeling… But what did his feelings truly mean to you, when your hands reached for the knife that, though invisible, stabbed Anakin straight in the heart? You didn't know yourself, but ironically, you were certain that the pain that would accompany your achievement would be swept under the rug. At this hour, you passed no one in the corridors- the atmosphere was so chilly that you instinctively quickened your pace to reach your quarters as soon as possible, to freshen up and forget all the tension. The doors, which you always had to unlock first, turned out to be unlocked- you probably forgot to do so the last time you left your place, and knowing your absent-mindedness well, you didn't dwell on it too much, simply closing them behind you and shedding your outerwear without hesitation as you made your way to the bathroom.

Though you felt like you were shining, you weren't shining at all. When you looked at your reflection in the mirror, you focused on the dark circles under your tired eyes, and your hair was a mess. So, you reached for the comb and painstakingly untangled each strand of your hair, helping yourself with your fingers. Finally feeling that your hair was suitable for a neat ponytail, you grabbed the nearest hair tie within your reach and tied your hair back enough so it wouldn't bother you while washing your face. The first splash of water was a relief for your face, but before the water reached the temperature you expected, the clogged sink managed to fill halfway with water. However, this didn't stop you from finally being able to apply your favorite cleansing gel to your face and wash away the dirt from the whole day. Sudden pain. Sudden pain stole your senses as you bent down under the running water. Instinctively, you grabbed onto the porcelain countertop when you choked on the water - not from a single drop, not from a stream accidentally spraying into your nostrils. Your face submerged in the water standing in the sink, and there was a hand on your neck that didn't belong to you.

For a moment, you felt like you were in nightmares, which, although rare, when they did occur, manifested in their most intense form. You thought someone or something was using the Force on you, but the touch squeezing your throat was real. Desperately, you gasped for air as the mysterious hand impulsively pulled your face out of the water, and when your lashes were finally free of water, the answer to all your questions was found in the mirror. "M-master…?" you mumbled with a muffled voice, feeling water rushing into your sinuses. Anakin stood behind you, his face practically devoid of any emotion, which probably scared you the most in this picture. His eyes, with dilated pupils that seemed darker than ever, stared at your reflection in the mirror lifelessly and without a hint of empathy. "What do you want to happen next?" he asked in a cold, hoarse voice. "Master, I think I don't underst…" "I'm asking clearly. What do you want to happen next?" he interrupted, sensing that you were playing dumb by responding this way to his words. "I… I… Really…" you started to stammer, lowering your gaze from his reflection in the mirror, but he was quicker to interrupt you again. You felt the strong grip of his second, mechanical hand on your shoulder as he turned you towards him, so that you leaned back against the sink, and your face, though much lower due to your difference in height, was inches away from his face.

"You know what happened. No one had to tell you. You know she's gone, and you know who's behind it." he continued, his hand that was previously on your throat now gripping your chin. "Master, I really don't…" you began, wincing in pain as his hand tightened almost to the point of bruising on your chin. "You damn well know who… And I damn well know who… All I want is to hear it from you." he added through gritted teeth, and at that moment, you felt a hatred unlike any you had ever felt before - not even when facing the worst, hostile scum on missions.

"I… I…"

"Exactly. You. You. And if something had tempted me earlier… I would have been done with you long ago, but I decided to wait, maybe nothing would happen, and I'd ruin your life…" Skywalker continued with deadly seriousness, and you realized how utterly hopeless your situation was.

"Anakin… I didn't want to! I didn't want it to happen this way! I…" you could have continued shouting, if Anakin's finger hadn't found its way in a silencing gesture over your lips.

"This way… Funny. Funny, because you did. You wanted it to happen, but according to your delusional script." Anakin spoke, and you preferred to stay silent. You listened and wished the ground would swallow you whole, most of all, terrified by the realization that everything he said was true.

"And you know, delusional scripts of filthy bitches like you rarely come true, don't they?" he continued, holding onto his terrifyingly serious tone.

Overwhelmed by shock, all you could manage was a numb nod of disapproval - you couldn't squeeze out a single word, and Anakin didn't even expect you to. "Let's consider, though… How it would look in your little, stupid head…" he added after a moment, lowering his hand from your chin, leaving your delicate skin reddened from the strong grip. "Assuming I didn't see or hear what you did in the council, and I lived in blissful ignorance… You'd now play the hero and pretend in front of me that you have shreds of humanity left in you and want what's best for me, wouldn't you?"

"But… I didn't say that I…"

"And you didn't have to. Just thinking it was enough, wasn't it?" Anakin folded his arms across his chest as he spoke these words, and you would be inclined to admit that beneath his controlled demeanor, he seemed on the verge of exploding at any moment. You wanted to run away, but you couldn't. You wanted to defend yourself, but you had nothing to defend yourself with. You wanted to speak, but you had no words. "It's nice to ponder like this… 'What if'… But we're here and now, and you still haven't answered my first question..." Anakin continued, and upon hearing the mention of the question, you raised your gaze to look at him. "What do you want to happen next?"

Skywalker left you in complete emptiness, posing the question once again. You felt so depleted that you had no idea what to expect - from him, from yourself, from everything. Your heart rate quickened with each moment of silence, and this time, Anakin seemed genuinely eager for your response. "Oh, don't bother. Especially since I know very well what you want to happen next." Barely had you processed your Master's words in your mind when two strong hands grabbed you at hip level and turned your figure back towards the mirror. You leaned against the porcelain sink with your front while he stood behind you, just inches from your back, his gaze fixed on your figure in the mirror wild and filled with hatred. "Do you know you've hurt me?" he asked after another moment of silence, placing his both large hands on either side of you, enclosing you. "And you know it's going to hurt?" he added shortly after, not giving you time to respond, assuming you knew well what you had done.

"I know." you answered with a trembling voice, not really aware of which of the two questions you subconsciously answered to him. "Good." he replied with a terrifyingly calm voice, then you heard the clinking of the belt from behind, sending shivers down your spine. "Bend over." he growled, and you did as he commanded, trying to sneak glances at him in the mirror opposite. "Give me that." he added after a moment, pointing towards the bandage scissors lying closer within your reach, and you obediently handed them to him. Anakin snatched the scissors from your trembling hand and without further hesitation, swiftly cut your thin jumpsuit at the waistline with one quick motion, without considering whether it would injure your skin. You hissed sharply as you felt the blunt blade irritating your skin, and just a few seconds later, a shallow, bleeding cut on your skin could be seen from the hole.

He had no interest in bothering with the zipper on your jumpsuit when he had a sharp tool at his disposal. The material split precisely at the cut, allowing him to tear it further and rip it around the circumference, so Skywalker didn't wait any longer. He yanked on the exposed fabric, and when he could afford it, he began to pull down the lower part of your torn jumpsuit. "You fuckin' slut…" he muttered when he saw that the part of the material he was pulling down revealed your bare ass without any underwear. You had your head bowed down, but upon hearing his words and being aware of what was happening, you smiled to yourself at the corner of your mouth. Your overly confident, slutty smile quickly vanished from your face as you opened your mouth in shock when Anakin entered you without warning - so quickly and desperately that part of the carelessly pulled-down fabric of your jumpsuit irritated his balls as he tried to bottom out. "Fuck…" he muttered through clenched teeth as you let out a long, dull moan. From his throat emanated a range of sounds that you had never heard before - even before he fully filled you, his breath was heavy and distinctly audible, but it was only now that you could hear the frustration pouring out of his vocal cords. His gaze in the mirror, aiming straight into your eyes, was both humiliating and arousing. You wanted it, and you couldn't hide it. If anyone was to destroy you after the failure of your plans, it was him - Anakin Skywalker. The man who was currently destroying you in the way you had dreamed of. "Anakin!" you yelled, your voice growing increasingly breathless by the second as he began to rhythmically pound into you. "What do you want? Should I go harder??" he grunted, gripping your hips tightly, occasionally tugging down on the shreds of your jumpsuit material that bunched up from his movements in frustration. He initiated it sloppily and desperately - without any preparation, standing behind you in his black robes, his cock protruding from the unbuttoned fly, teasing you with every dangling stride. Hopelessly, you nodded in agreement to his words, slowly allowing yourself to be completely consumed by the sensation he was giving you, but your lack of a clear response only fueled his frustration further. "Stop nodding and speak. I want to hear it." he demanded in a louder tone, his teeth almost constantly clenched. "I want… I want it harder…" you mumbled, unaware that you had just revealed to Anakin what he feared most - pleasure from what he was doing to you. He didn't want pleasure - he wanted a lesson that you would remember for the rest of your life - a lesson that would engrave into your mind that those who live by the sword, die by the sword. "You want it harder, you'll fucking get it harder." he whispered gruffly into your ear just before he began to thrust into you with all his length. With each forceful thrust, his partially exposed lower abdomen collided with the tattered fabric of your jumpsuit top, and with each deep penetration and withdrawal, you screamed in ecstasy. He wanted to see how he filled you inch by inch, so at one point, he hiked up part of his robe and looked down, proud of depriving you of your sanity.

"You fucking wanted this, huh? You fucking wanted this!" he grunted, instinctively quickening his movements, causing your body to arch to the point where the torn seams of your jumpsuit began to give way. When your eyes met again in the mirror, Skywalker couldn't resist and grabbed your tied-up hair with one of his hands that wasn't occupied with your hips. As you felt the intense tug, something inside you snapped – you didn't want to fight Anakin, but instinctively, you raised one of your hands, previously resting on the sink, and without knowing where you were aiming, you struck him in the neck.

"Whoa… woah… What? Don't like that anymore? What were you trying to do? Go on!" he paused his movements for a moment, holding onto the spot where you hit him for a few seconds before slowly continuing, leaving you completely disoriented and unsure how to explain. "Come on, slap me! Slap me!" he continued in a terrifyingly excited tone, and the slower he made his movements, waiting for your reaction, the more he motivated you to fulfill his demand. You swung your open hand towards his face, but from the angle you were in, you couldn't do it with force, and your hand barely touched and grazed his cheek.

"I said slap me, not grab me! Come on, try again, show me what you've go..." he interrupted as you made a second attempt, managing to slap him with an open hand to the face in the manner he expected. Initially, he fell silent in surprise, then let out a psychopathic laugh.

"Was that so hard, bitch?" he muttered through laughter, not giving you a chance to respond, completely disconnecting you from your senses as he began to fuck you with a speed your body couldn't handle. You bounced off him like a lifeless ragdoll as he used you like a fleshlight. Your babbling and moans were pathetic and unintelligible- clearly showcasing to Anakin how empty-headed you were at that moment, and he seemed newly recharged, ready to drain every last bit of energy from you. Both of you screamed, the mirror fogging up from your aggressive breaths, and your hands trembled, struggling to find stability on the porcelain sink. You saw sweat flooding him, his curly locks sticking to his forehead, framing his wild eyes, whose beautiful blue irises were barely noticeable with his dilated pupils. You saw the trace of your small handprint on his cheek, but the more aggressive thrusts you took, the blurrier your vision became.

"An… Anakin… I'm gonna… I'm gonna…" Sudden impact. A sudden impact momentarily cut you off from the world, and you began to see stars. Not from a spectacular orgasm, not from pleasure. His mechanical hand pushed the back of your head towards the mirror as your forehead shattered it into pieces, creating a spiderweb of glass adorned with your fresh blood. Perhaps both of you were shocked at that moment, so Anakin slowed his movements, but he had no intention of stopping, wide-eyed as he saw you disoriented and bloodied in the reflection of the shattered mirror. Seeing yourself, you felt like screaming, but you felt a hybrid of physical pain and the beginnings of an orgasm that robbed you of your voice. While adrenaline surged in Anakin to a dangerous level, he began to tremble. He began to pulse inside you, feeling on the brink of his own orgasm even amidst the awareness that he might have seriously injured you.

"M-master… I think… I think I'm bleeding." he heard your words as if through a fog, hearing only the buzzing in his own head signaling that he was about to climax. Your elbows buckled beneath you as his weight involuntarily pressed down on your body, and Anakin began to gasp chaotically with his head on your shoulder as his movements became erratic, and his warm seed filled you from within. You groaned with him, unsure if it was from pain or from finding yourself on the edge but not even attempting to explain it to yourself. Skywalker froze inside you for a moment, still pulsating, fearing that if he pulled out, his unstable trembling knees would give way under him, so he breathed warm breaths on your neck, unable to utter a word.

As soon as he pulled out, and you lost the support on his silhouette, you slid down, banging your knees against the cabinet under the sink and landed half-sitting on the floor. You saw Anakin tripled, looking up at him with tears-filled eyes as he stood, his hands trembling against the edges of the sink, and gazed at you with a hint of fear in his eyes. But as Padme returned to his mind, fear subsided, and he saw a successful revenge. He saw a conquest that wanted to be conquered, and he achieved it in the most unexpected way - unexpected even for himself.

"Anakin…" you whispered with a broken voice, smudging the blood flowing down your eyebrow with the tip of your finger, and he just watched, at a loss for words.

"It hurts… Can you…"

"I warned you it would hurt." he interrupted with a hoarse, dark voice as he fastened his belt and adjusted his clothes, clearly preparing to leave. Initially, he intended to leave without a word, took a few steps, casting a final glance at the shattered mirror, but paused at the door upon hearing your sobs.

"Grab a towel when you go to the Med Bay. Nobody wants a mess." he uttered in a cold tone without even making eye contact with you, then tossed you one hanging on the nearest hanger.

"Tomorrow morning, you're expected at training. I don't care what condition you're in. Alive or barely alive." he added before disappearing and slamming the door behind him, leaving you alone with your worries. You sat there, wounded and exhausted. Bruised and broken. Your Master - Anakin Skywalker - destroyed you, and you'll thank him for it.

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The Informant Pt. II

[Anakin Skywalker x Padawan!Fem Reader]

Part I | Masterlist | Wattpad | AO3

Summary: After that turbulent night, he had one simple task for you - to make it to training in one piece. Was it really that problematic? Perhaps... However, the real troubles lie ahead of you...

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI | hate sex | slapping | blowjob | deepthroating | PiV unprotected | cursing | degradation | dom!Anakin | sub!Reader | no comfort | no aftercare | threats | force choking/regular choking | angst Author Note: I don't know if I've ever written a story after which I got as many requests for Part II as The Informant. Uni, changes in life, and the chaos of Essen Comic Con made writing exceptionally difficult for me, but one day I simply sat down in focus and decided to give it my all to deliver your request in the best possible version. ♡ Word Count: 4,4k

How fortunate that droids don't ask too many questions. You thought to yourself, lying on the medical chair as the mechanical creatures stitched up the cut on your brow.

“This might hurt a bit.” you heard faintly as the needle with the painkiller approached, but it made no difference to you—this single prick was no different from the pain you had been feeling up until now.

“Will you be able to get to your quarters on your own? Or should we send help…”

“No. I’ll manage.” you interrupted the droid without hesitation. Hearing your statement, it quickly returned to its work.

“Fortunately, the wound isn't infected, but we've administered an anti-inflammatory as a precaution. The stitches should be removed…”

“Yes, thank you, I know… It's not my first time.” you interrupted the droid in as calm a tone as you could muster as you began to rise from the chair.

“Please take care of yourself.” added the droid, setting aside the tools it had used on you, as you walked towards the exit of the medical wing.

“Sure, thanks.” you mumbled in a confused tone as the automatic doors to the room closed behind you, and ahead of you lay only the dark, grim corridor, its details blurring before your eyes.

You felt drowsy and could slowly feel the effects of the painkillers administered by the droids. You never reacted well to them, but this time, you felt even worse. You barely noticed when you managed to shuffle to your quarters, luckily on the same floor. Despite your daze, you did manage to close the door this time. Without changing or even taking off your boots, you simply collapsed onto your bed and fell asleep so quickly that your body barely registered it.

And that was the most painful mistake. …………………………………………………………………………………………………..

You usually woke up for training with the alarm you set before sleeping, but this time, your eyes opened only when the sun was already rising above the skyscrapers visible from your window. It was almost noon. Yes, noon—more than four hours had passed since your training was supposed to start. As soon as you realized this, your face turned ashen pale. Although you instinctively knew it was too late and that Anakin had probably long since left the training room, maybe even the temple, you jumped nervously out of bed. Trying to disguise your disheveled morning appearance, you threw on a loose, brown cloak. Breathless, without even glancing in the mirror, you rushed out of your quarters, leaving the door ajar behind you, and started running—not even knowing where you should go at that moment.

“Hey! Young lady!” You heard a familiar male voice just before you nearly collided with a figure standing in your path, clad in Jedi robes.

“Sorry, I…I just…” you began to stammer breathlessly when you looked up to see the sympathetic gaze of Obi-Wan Kenobi.

The older Jedi's hands landed gently on your shoulders in a calming gesture. Although finding calm was difficult in your current state, deep down, you were grateful that you had run into Kenobi along the way. Perhaps only he could help you catch your breath and offer a bit of comfort in that moment.

“Easy now, breathe in and out…” the elder Jedi began, and you nervously lowered your gaze as his eyes seemed to read your face like a book.

“What’s the rush? Oh… This doesn’t look good… How many were there?” Kenobi continued after a moment, and you could barely hide your evident confusion. Who does he mean?

“Are you talking about…?” you began to brainstorm frantically in your mind, gesturing chaotically with your index finger as Kenobi looked at you with a mix of confusion and sympathy.

“Trauma or painkillers? Last night, I met Anakin and he mentioned that a gang in Coruscant got out of control…” Of course… Anakin’s excuse was a plausible way out. How else could he explain to his master why he was wandering the corridors at night with disheveled hair, tattered robes, and his Padawan’s blood on his hands?

“Ah, right… Honestly, I don’t know… It all happened so fast, and I’m not sure if…” you began to explain chaotically, but Obi-Wan could see you were straining yourself trying to piece things together.

“Okay, calm down. Anyway, I’m glad you were in the right place at the right time—one can never know what dangers lurk around the corner—not just for the Order, but for ordinary civilians too.” Kenobi explained as if trying to fill in the gaps in your thoughts, though he didn’t address the real concern gnawing at you—how much trouble you were actually in.

"Master Kenobi… I know, but… Yes… I just wanted to ask if Anakin is okay after that incident… I couldn’t make it to training today, so I didn’t have a chance to check if everything’s alright…" you replied, trying to tactfully skirt around your real question.

"Since when do Padawans look after their Masters' safety? Oh, heavens… Things were never this good in my day…" Kenobi responded in a light-hearted tone, which did little to satisfy you. But when he noticed your serious expression, waiting for more, he began to recall his morning encounter with Anakin.

"I thought he wouldn't plan anything for the morning after a rough night, but he was safe and sound when I saw him briefly in the training hall… I had some duties, but I'm quite sure he left after an hour or so…"

"Was he… angry?" you asked, and Kenobi narrowed his eyes in visible confusion.

"Angry..? Should he have been?" he replied after a moment of contemplation.

"Never mind… Just… Do you know where I might find him right now? I just want to…"

"Are you in some kind of trouble?" Kenobi interrupted, noticing and sensing your unease.

"No. But I might be if I don’t find out where he is." you answered with a grave seriousness. The older Jedi sighed, his expression puzzled as if debating whether he should answer your question.

“If I should intervene, just let me know and…”

“Master, there’s no reason to intervene. All I want is an answer to this simple question… You were a Padawan once, and then Anakin… Both of you must have felt, at times, like you messed up or were trying to salvage things because you thought you’d upset your Mentor.” you clarified, and Kenobi’s expression softened as he processed your words, seeming to drift momentarily into his own thoughts.

“Anakin declined the meeting in the council chamber. I suspect he’s gone to his quarters.” Kenobi replied after a moment's thought. You nodded in thanks and were about to head off in the intended direction when you felt the older Jedi’s hand on your shoulder.

“I know you should face your problems on your own, but remember, if anything goes wrong, you can count on me.” Kenobi said, making one last eye contact with you.

“Yes, Master. Thank you…” You replied with a faint but uncertain smile, which was quickly reciprocated. You felt Kenobi’s hand finally slide off your shoulder as he nodded to you and started to walk in the opposite direction.

Without waiting any longer and trying not to arouse any suspicion, you set off with a determined but slightly nervous pace toward Anakin's quarters. Your emotions were conflicted—a part of you felt indifferent, thinking you couldn’t bring any more disgrace upon yourself, while another part urged you to stop before facing him again.

Which part you would listen to was entirely up to you, but as you realized you had a choice, you were already gripping the handle to his quarters.

You pulled on the door, which wasn’t even fully closed—as if left ajar for an expected guest. In that moment, you felt he knew. He knew you would come back. That’s why he was there, waiting.

Coruscant was shimmering in the sunlight at this hour, and the city’s streets were bustling with life. Yet, neither the sunlight nor the city’s energy could be seen through the carefully drawn curtains. The darkness in the room was unsettling, but it wasn’t the fear of the dark that stunned you as you crossed the threshold into the main chamber.

“The door.” you heard from in front of you, and the harshness of the voice sent shivers down your spine.

“Close. The door. Behind you.” the voice repeated as you stood frozen in the doorway. The ominous emphasis on those words made you shut the door without further hesitation, but you soon realized that wasn’t enough.

“Lock it.” he continued, but instead of acting, you stared at his back for a moment longer than necessary.

Anakin sat at his desk, wearing the familiar robes with a long brown cloak draped over his shoulders, its hood resting messily. Since you stepped into his quarters, he hadn’t looked at you once, but you didn’t need to see his eyes to feel the coldness, frustration, and tension radiating from your master. You might have wondered if your actions had caused him to be so devastated today, but the chaos you sensed in his mind went far beyond your conflict.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” His increasingly frustrated tone jolted you enough that, without waiting another second, you turned the key twice, locking the door.

As you noticed Anakin’s silhouette move from his seat, you straightened up, feeling as if every muscle in your body tensed simultaneously. Anakin rose from his place, and with his hands clasped behind his back, he walked slowly toward you. For a moment, his gaze was fixed on the floor, but when it finally landed on you, you saw a contrived pity and disdain. The kind of “pity” that isn’t for the innocent. A “pity” mixed with the anticipation of delivering a deserved punishment.

"Get on your knees."

You were too flustered to quickly comply - and that was your mistake. The moment he noticed your mouth opening to speak, and your knees not bending - he was quick to motivate you even more.

"Did I say it clearly? On. Your. Fucking. Knees."

You heard something in his voice that was inhuman. It felt as though something alien had possessed Skywalker, but you couldn’t tell if you were frightened by it or strangely energized. Maybe it was recklessness, or perhaps your inherent tendency to defy everything, but your legs stood firm, as if rooted to the ground, and your lack of response only added to Anakin's growing tension.

“I don’t think I made myself clear…”

He added in an unusually low voice, then turned on his heel and walked back toward his desk, his hands still clasped behind his back. Despite everything, you didn’t move a muscle—your eyelids froze, locked on every movement of Skywalker’s as if you were instinctively watching for a trap or threat in the seemingly calm motions of your Master.

And this time, your instincts didn’t fail you. Although you stood your ground, your knees suddenly began to weaken—not from fatigue, but from a strange shift in pressure that shot through you from head to lungs.

You were suffocating.

You could no longer focus on Anakin’s movements as your hands instinctively grabbed at your throat, trying to force air back into your lungs. In doing so, you didn’t notice Anakin’s clenched hand at his side, even though it was what was affecting you.

You struggled with yourself for several seconds until your legs finally gave way beneath you, and you felt your knees hit the floor.

At that moment, relief came abruptly.

As your lungs slowly began to fill with air again, you still heard the ringing in your ears, typical of a sudden change in pressure within your body. However, it didn’t stop you from hearing the sound of metal clashing with wood—Anakin’s lightsaber hilt, which he had just taken from his desk.

You audibly swallowed as your eyes lifted towards your Master, holding the unignited weapon, and he, with an indescribable, stony expression, locked eyes with you. Finally, instead of standing opposite his desk, he turned his entire figure towards you and with alarmingly slow steps, moved in your direction, making no move with the lightsaber.

Not yet.

“Don’t worry…”

He began in a hushed voice, and his free hand slowly reached towards your face. He saw fear in your eyes—not of him, but more so of the weapon he inexplicably held. You stared at it with wide eyes, tracking every micro-movement of Anakin's hand, as if he might ignite it at any moment.

“I won’t let you die… At least not until you’re useful enough and…”

He spoke with a slowed, seemingly calming voice as he brought the lightsaber hilt closer to your face.

“…Obedient.”

The metal, cold hilt touched your warm skin, and you involuntarily flinched, feeling as though someone had pressed a gun to your temple. Anakin handled it as if it were a caress for you. You felt the coolness of the material on your cheek, jaw, until finally, the metal tip of the hilt rested against your lips.

"Open."

He murmured closer to your face, his knees bending so he could lean towards you and look into your eyes. Your lips trembled, and Anakin could see that you wouldn't quickly respond to his requests, so his free hand moved closer to your face, eventually resting 'motivationally' under your chin to urge you to open your mouth.

"Come on…"

He added after a moment of impatience, yet his tone wasn't bitter—it sounded as though he wanted to give you a chance—and though you didn't want to show yourself to your Master, you were absolutely prepared to accept it. Finally, your lips parted as he wanted, and for the first time in a long while, a disturbing smile appeared on Anakin's face.

"Good girl."

He said, lifting the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, you felt the cold, metal hilt slipping into your mouth, teasing your sensitive palate with its texture.

"You see… It doesn't have to be bad between us."

He said, rotating the hilt in your mouth as if he wanted you to feel it from every angle.

"And that's all, if you behave nicely…"

He lowered his voice to a whisper, making another turn inside your mouth.

"I won't have to hurt you…"

"…And you won't have to be a little, treacherous bitch."

He finished with a mocking smile on his face as he pushed the metal hilt a bit further than before, triggering a gag reflex in you.

"Ironic, isn't it?"

He chuckled lightly, and seeing you tense up from his actions, he withdrew the weapon from your mouth, then did something that couldn't quite be explained.

"Look…"

He said, placing the lightsaber hilt on the floor by your feet, then straightened up and took two slow steps back.

"You have one last chance to escape. You can use this to attack me. You can do whatever you want…"

After his words, which shook you slightly, the room fell into dead silence. You had no idea what was happening or what to do with yourself, so finally, you decided to use your own voice.

"But?"

Anakin smiled with slight regret at your question. You knew there was a catch to this, and you were certain that in your current situation, Skywalker wouldn't simply let you escape, let alone allow you to harm him.

"But if you run now and don't hide well enough…"

He folded his hands behind his back and began to slowly move away, simultaneously lowering his gaze from you as if giving you the opportunity to attack him.

"And if I or my people find you… I'll order you to be killed on the spot."

After uttering the last sentence, Anakin looked you in the eye as if he had just started a stopwatch and was waiting for your appropriate reaction.

"Decide."

He stated and once again dismissed you from his attention as if implying that this could really be an easy opportunity for an attack.

Your eyes wandered from place to place. You glanced at the lightsaber lying next to you, then at your Master—and though you could do something at this moment—your hands didn't even flinch. For some reason, this question seemed absurd to you. You had always been fixated on Anakin, always begged for his attention, and the mere fact that after last night you had decided to knock on his quarters made you realize that for you there was never any other answer than "I stay."

Anakin knew this very well, too.

"I won't leave." you assured, your head slightly bowed, feeling Skywalker's gaze settle on you after a few seconds.

"Hm?" He replied, seeming unsure if you meant it, yet sensing your resolve. He knew he had you wrapped around his finger.

"I don't want to go." you reiterated. After hearing your words again, Skywalker turned towards you and took a slow step closer.

"I hope you realize there's no turning back from here." he stated, his gloved hand approaching your face in an oddly tender manner. You nodded, meeting his gaze, sensing that Anakin was no longer just your mentor.

He has power over you.

"Good." he muttered, withdrawing his hand from your face and directing his gaze to the lightsaber still lying beside you.

"Give it to me… Attach it to my belt."

He ordered firmly, and you looked down at him with a gaze full of doubt, but his impatient stare didn't allow you to kneel any longer. As Anakin took a step forward, his belt was at the level of your face, and trembling, you reached for the weapon lying on the floor, clumsily hanging it on the leather belt. You constantly felt his gaze on you, focused like never before, hungry like never before—and just as hungry, impatient.

"Unfasten." Skywalker's hoarse voice resonated, and for a few seconds, you felt almost paralyzed.

"What? Unfasten. Now."

After his more impatient and ominous command, your hands moved immediately, trembling almost more than before. You weren't sure if it was the pressure of time hanging over your head, simple stress, or the growing… excitement within you. For some reason, you excluded fear. You weren't afraid. Not of Anakin. And you would swear you were ready to obey his every command.

"I see, I see… Soon you won't need to use your hands, I promise you that." Anakin said with a sneer, watching you struggle with his belt, but patiently waiting for you to finish on your own, without his assistance. The belt initially resisted—only when you accidentally found the right spot to press and release the buckle did the tightly held parts of his attire loosen as the undone belt revealed the tense fly of his pants.

"Continue." murmured Skywalker, and this time, knowing perfectly how to deal with the clasp of his trousers, you revealed his…

"Anakin… You're already har…"

"Shut up!"

He didn't even let you finish. He had no intention. He seized the opportunity as quickly as he could, thrusting into your mouth while your lips were still parted in speech.

"Keep your hands to yourself. Don't even try anything. It'll only get worse."

Though it was hard for Anakin to consider it pleasurable for you, you simply felt it. You were ready to shed tears from your eyes as he penetrated your throat in a way that hindered your functioning - to say it was a vision that had long formed in your mind.

"I give, you take. Understood?"

Skywalker spoke, trying unsuccessfully to conceal heavy breaths and sighs between words. When you tried to nod in agreement, your nose was almost pressed against his lower abdomen, and for a fraction of a second, you looked up at him communicatively from below, but shortly after, you impulsively closed your eyes, feeling his size exceeding your boundaries. "Fuck!"

Anakin began to pant as if he could no longer hide the fact that his body was reacting to what you were doing. You couldn't see it, but his gloved hand clenched, affecting you in a way you couldn't predict.

His hips, initially motionless, involuntarily began to thrust, as if he could press even deeper into your throat, but it was no longer possible. Anakin, however, had a ready solution. You felt a tightening in your throat, much like when he had used his power before to force you to kneel.

"Exactly like that. Fuck. Take it. I said, take it!"

He snarled through gritted teeth, smiling sinisterly and somehow proudly that he was fucking your throat like a fleshlight. Initially disorientation prevented your body from reacting to the sudden, numbing sensation, but after a few more thrusts, uncontrollable reflexes began to surface, indicating that Anakin was pushing the limits of your endurance. You choked, your eyes watering, but it wasn't a significant signal for him.

Impulsively, you gritted your teeth.

"You slut!"

Anakin growled loudly, then withdrew from you, and in the next moment, everything around you started to blur, and you felt pain.

Sudden pain.

Out of nowhere, after your throat released, and after a mixture of precum and your saliva dripped down your chin, Anakin slapped you across the cheek with an open hand.

"Is this how you want to play? Then let's fucking play."

Your mind was still foggy as you felt yourself no longer touching the ground. Anakin forcefully lifted you from the floor, tossing you clumsily over his shoulder. As your vision began to clear, you collided with the bed in the adjacent room.

"I'm sorry, I won't…"

"Not now."

Skywalker interrupted, forcefully stripping away what you had on. He had no intention of romanticizing anything. He didn't care to strip you completely naked; he wanted access.

So instead of playing the undressing game, he left scraps of fabric on you. His strong hands tore the fronds of your bra, exposing your breasts to view, before ripping apart your elastic training pants, which offered no resistance due to their material.

"Now that we know how easy it is to shut you up… Now you can fucking scream."

You lay flat on your back as Anakin climbed onto you, and after lifting your thigh, he thrust into you without warning. You emitted an almost animalistic scream when you felt that not only did he push himself into you to full length, but he had no intention of starting slowly.

"I knew you were going to leak, little bitch. I fucking knew it!"

Anakin uttered in a growling voice, imposing such a pace that he had to interrupt almost every word with panting. His thrusts were very fast and deep from the very beginning. His tip was hitting your cervix, with the full guarantee that tomorrow you would wake up bruised from the inside. But did it really matter?

Anakin's gaze was wild and hungry, but although you could tell he was clouded by his lust to unload, he was still able to read your emotions perfectly. You were writhing and moaning-you couldn't string a sentence together, but Skywalker could see without words that you were deriving pleasure from your brutal teaching, so he allowed himself more and more.

You didn't know if it was an impulse or your usual thoughtlessness, but taking advantage of the fact that your body wasn't yet completely impaled on the bed, your head lifted as if to reach his mouth.

"Are you kidding me, slut!?"

Suddenly, Anakin howled in a raised voice, very quickly bringing you back to your place. Skywalker took his hand off your hip and pressed you against the pillow, gripping your neck tightly.

"In your dreams… Fuck… In your dreams."

He muttered, breathing heavily over your face as you clenched your eyes shut from the sudden pressure. Those were Anakin's words once again, echoing in your head ironically, because, contrary to appearances, it was here and now that your dream was coming true. One of the most abstract, vulgar, and animalistic thoughts that had ever crossed your mind.

You melted as you listened to his heavy breaths, his growls and moans that pushed you to the edge along with the brutal thrusts you were receiving with pleasure.

Well, not just you.

Up until now stable, Anakin's hand, which had been firmly immobilized on your neck, began to tremble, and his thrusts were no longer as rhythmic as before. A growl escaped his vocal cords that you had never heard before, and his other hand, which had been holding you in place so far, gripped your body in a bruising hold.

A current of electricity ran through your body, preventing you from further controlling the situation. You didn't even feel the moment when the warm fluid flooded your insides, and Anakin, though trying to distance himself before his orgasm, let his head fall towards your neck, where his sweaty strands of tousled hair rested.

You both reached the climax, and your dizziness caused total darkness to fall around you, with only a ringing in your ears and Anakin's heavy breaths. It took a while for both of you to synchronize your breaths, and you wanted to close your eyes to momentarily disconnect from the sensations, but it didn't last long until Skywalker's breathless voice reached your ears again.

"From now on, it will be like this every day…"

He uttered those words with extraordinary gravity, then paused for a moment and took a deep breath.

"But don't worry… You'll get used to it quickly."

You absorbed each of his words with acceptance, and his heated hand that held your neck began to touch your face.

"Every day, I will break you down just as you broke me… And you will accept it with humility."

Although a sense of unease began to creep over your body, you continued to listen.

"I will fulfill your dream of being close to me every day. I will prove to you every day how wrong you were about me…"

You did so with unease, but upon hearing those words, you directed your gaze towards him to see him staring straight at you with deadly seriousness.

"And if you ever have enough… If you ever want to escape from me… Even at the end of the world...

…I will find you."

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i deleted my old post of these drawings bc i didn’t like one of them… but i still like these three 👀

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Hey my could you please do Ani making you ride him and him talking you through it

guys my age

pairing: dilf!anakin skywalker x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT (DNI IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH IT!), dom!anakin, sub!reader, riding, unprotected p in v sex, dirty talk, praise, age gap, modern!au, anakin is divorced!

a/n: yes i based this title off of this song 🙂‍↕️

"Fuck Anakin..." was all you could stammer out as you were constantly bouncing up and down on your employer's dick, feeling his cock brush against your sensitive folds.

You had been a babysitter for his children for about a year and there had always been a strong sense of sexual tension whenever the two of you were in the same room together. Something in him must have snapped tonight that caused him to aggressively attack your lips with his. He was consuming your mouth as if it was his only source of oxygen, which only fueled the already passionate kiss. Before you knew it, your clothes had been ripped off of your body along with his. leaving the two of you bare on his bed.

"You like this, sweetie? You like being fucked by a man more than half your age?" Anakin asks you lustfully.

"Mhm!" you yelp out as his lips latch onto your collarbone.

"Such a sweet girl for me...making me feel so good, baby," he praises into your ear like a mantra he could repeat all night long. He continues rocking into you sensually, his pelvis meeting yours.

Sure, you knew he was experienced, but the way he was making you feel was otherworldly. You knew one other thing for sure: his ex-wife was a damn fool for divorcing him.

"I knew you would be tight baby, but shit..." you hear Anakin say with a breathy groan. "Taking me 's well..."

All of a sudden, you feel him finally bottom out inside you, making you expel pornographic moans from your mouth. Anakin gently covers your mouth with one of his large hands.

"As much as I want to hear those pretty sounds pretty girl, we wouldn't want the kids to wake up now, would we?" he tuts, pausing his movements.

"N-No" you stammer.

"Atta girl...knows exactly how to make me proud," he coos.

He resumes his thrusting with those words and your only response is to grab onto his shoulder blades so you wouldn't lose balance. Sounds of skin slapping against skin filled your ears, along with the slick sounds of your arousal smeared all over his cock. All your thoughts were thrown out the window as you became more cock drunk on top of him. You could feel the hot coil start to form deep inside your tummy and knew what was coming. Anakin knew you were close from the way your tight cunt was fluttering around his fat cock.

"Please let me cum," you plead, a glassy look forming in your eyes due to how desperate you were for a release. Anything.

"Youve got it baby, you've got it," he says to you, only making your movements more erratic and hasty. "Just like that..." he continues.

Before you know it, you feel yourself finally unravel around him, throwing your head back as he fucks you through your orgasm. He feels the warmth of your cum splash around his aching dick, which makes Anakin continue to thrust animalistically into you like his life depends on it. Suddenly, he spills his hot, sticky seed into your spent pussy and you swear its the best thing you've ever felt in your entire life. He waits a while before finally pulling out of you and lays beside you on the now ruined sheets.

"Why didn't we do that sooner?" he asks with a look of amusement on his face.

"I have no idea," you reply with a giggle.

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NSWF 18+

Dilf!Anakin x FemReader

Warnings - Smut, soft dom Anakin, oral (f receiving), slight edging, p in v, praising, creampie

Not proof read

Anakin’s dialogue - Readers dialogue

You’re so fucking beautiful. He whispers against your skin, as he continues to kiss your thighs. The cool breeze across your chest causes your nipples to harden. His big hands wrapped under your legs gently massaging your thighs. Gently sucking in your skins leaving marks all over. Placing a kiss on your clothed clit, sending shivers down your spine. Slowly pulling down your panties revealing your throbbing cunt.

All wet f’me? He smirks glaring up at you with his blue eyes full of desire.

Mmh

Use your words princess

Yes, Ani, all for you

You gonna be a good girl and cum when I tell you to

Yea, I’ll be a good girl I promise

Open your legs baby. Wider. There you go, good girl

You shutter at his words. He licks his lips before licking up your folds, causing your body to jolt and hand to grasp onto his hair. His hands wrap around your ass holding you in place. His tongue circling around your clit teasing you. He slowly moved onto your clit placing a gentle kiss on it. Your pussy throbbing with anticipation. Before he starts devouring you, sucking and licking your clit, as if it was his last meal.

He slips a finger into your warmth curling it making the right spot. Adding another finger in to stretch you out. Squirming as he moves faster on your swollen bud. He grips you tighter to stop you moving, as moans escaped your mouth. He moaned against your cunt, sending vibrations through your body. Fuck… Ani m’gonna come.

Not yet. He mumbles against your clit. But you felt a familiar feeling building up in stomach, as your pussy clenched around his fingers. Anakin slowed down and removed his fingers, and the feeling in your stomach disappeared. As he toyed with your bundle of nerves painfully slow. Grasping his hair trying to pull him in more.

Please Ani

As he picks up the pace again and slipping two fingers back in your entrance. Curling them at fast pace causing your back to arch. His tongue moving faster as that you feel your climax quickly building up again. As he adds a third finger.

Ani need to cum please. He hums against you as your vision blurs, trying not to cum. Yanking his hair begging for him to allow you to cum.

Cum for me baby

Clenching around him, you reach your climax and your juices still out onto his face. He removes his fingers and licks them clean. Humming at the sight of you out of breath still recovering from your orgasm. He brings himself up to your lips, and plants them on yours. His tongue exploring your mouth. You could taste yourself on his tongue as he caressed your soft skin, slowly moving from your hips to your waist.

You did such a good job. He plants a light kiss on your forehead.He heads to the end of the bed and stood up quickly removes his boxers, revealing his hard member. Every time you see it is like the first time, you could never get over it. How long and thick it was, with a pink tip and a few veins that stuck out. He grabbed your ankles pulling you towards him. His hands run up to your hips and quickly flips you over so you’re on your stomach. You put your ass up aching your back waiting for Anakin’s next move.

Already want more princess

Yes, please need your cock so bad

He draws himself closer to you, and runs im his rosy tip up your dripping folds. Trying to move your hips closer to him, but being stopped by his strong grip on your ass. He slowly pushes the tip into your entrance, soft grunts leaving his mouth as he bottoms you out. Stretching out your tight walls, making you feel so full.

You gonna come for me again when I tell you

Yes Ani

Anakin starts to thrust into like there’s no tomorrow, his cock hitting in the perfect place. As your moans filled the room, and his grunts became louder. Your poor little pussy being abused by his fat cock. You grasped onto the bed sheets, as his hands trailed up your body caressing your soft skin. The sound of your pussy squelching and skin slapping became more aggressive, as Anakin’s cock brushed against your cervix.

Taking me so well baby. Being such a good girl for me huh?

You couldn’t form words to respond as pleasure was too much. You were a moaning mess, and Anakin loved it.

Wanna come again? Come on my cock baby, thats it

Your walls clenching around him as you came all over his dick, moaning his name. His dick twitching inside of you as your pussy tightened around his cock, sending him over the edge as his hot seed filled you up and leaked from your swollen pussy. Mixing with all your juices.

Did so good f’me. I’m proud of you sweetheart

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Stretch

Wrecker x fem!reader. You and Wrecker have been dating for a while, but there are still a few things he refuses to share with you. (AKA: bigger isn't always better.)

*I write Wrecker as being a capable, emotionally intelligent man. If you're looking for 'dumb brute' Wrecker, this story isn't for you!*

Rating: NC-17, explicit, lemon, NSFW, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 5,500

Warnings: heavy makeout session, a lot of talk about size, fingering, mention and use of sex toys, oral sex (female receiving), unprotected piv sex, creampie.

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You and Wrecker were exactly where you always were when you got a moment alone - in each other’s arms.

It was a leisurely make-out session in Wrecker’s bunk, kissing and groping like you had when you were teenagers. Well, like you had when you were a teenager. Wrecker technically was a teenager if you counted the years chronologically. But you had learned to tune those thoughts out, or your whole relationship got kinda creepy.

And you really enjoyed this relationship.

Wrecker was a sweetheart, capable and clever in his own way, but he had a nasty tendency to compare himself to his brothers. Those comparisons often left him feeling insecure - stupid, loud, and too big were his most common worries - but you had made it your mission to remind him how much more he was than just the muscle of the Bad Batch.

When his hand rested gently on one of your breasts, it covered the entire thing, cupping you delicately. He broke away when you moaned, giving his own groan at the realization that you weren’t wearing a bra.

“Mm, just like that,” you encouraged as he used two fingertips to tease your nipple until it was standing at a stiff peak, visible even through your shirt. “You always know just how to touch me.”

“I ought to,” he said with a grin. “We’ve been doing this for how long?”

“Not nearly long enough,” was the most honest answer you could offer him.

“Mesh’la,” Wrecker murmured, lowering his head to yours once more. He nibbled at your lip the way he knew drove you wild, then took advantage of your groan to slip his tongue between your teeth.

His hand crept lower, sliding under the waistband of your lounge pants. You had taken to wearing them around the Havoc Marauder, especially when you had reason to think that you and Wrecker might get some alone time. Wrecker got frustrated if your pants were too tight, and an impatient Wrecker tended to just tear things instead of letting you take care of them yourself.

So you wore lounge pants a size or two too big, the drawstring cinched tight around your waist to keep them from falling down entirely. It was all about easy access, and if Wrecker wanted access to you, it was your pleasure to make sure he had it.

You utterly lost your train of thought as a large finger pressed between your folds to your aching core. It landed at exactly the right spot and you made a small noise into Wrecker’s mouth.

It was your pleasure, indeed.

“Do you want my fingers tonight, gorgeous?” Wrecker asked.

It was a simple question with a much more difficult answer. Wrecker always asked that. He could comfortably fit two fingers in your tight core after opening you up, or you could use any number of the toys carefully hidden under your bunk. But not his cock. Never his cock.

“You know what I want,” you countered, leveling a firm look at him.

Wrecker returned your firm look with a blank one of his own, until understanding dawned in his eyes and he pulled his hand out of your pants. “No, mesh’la, I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Please, Wrecker?” you asked. You wanted to respect his wishes, but there was no reason for him to deny himself. “I want you.”

“I’m too big, sweetheart,” Wrecker murmured, looking distraught. “I’ll hurt you.”

“No, you won’t!” Wrecker shot you a disbelieving look and you quickly qualified your statement. “I mean, it might be uncomfortable at first - kriff, it probably will be - but it eases. It always does.”

“Always?” Wrecker asked, a playful light gleaming in his eyes. “Are you out seeing other giant men?”

You laughed aloud at the tickling touches he ghosted across your waist and ribs, only just realizing that your shirt had ruched so far upward. “You know I’m not!”

“Then how are you sure?”

“I’ve been practicing with my biggest toy,” you explained, trying not to be embarrassed. If you were going to convince Wrecker to share all of himself with you, you had to be stern and businesslike, not shy.

“Show me,” Wrecker told you.

“Ooh, we’re feeling adventurous tonight,” you returned, grinning.

Wrecker shook his head, grinning right back. “I meant show me the toy. Though if that’s what you want tonight…”

“No, I’ve already told you what I want tonight,” you reminded him, though you dutifully retrieved the toy from the hiding spot where you kept all of your playthings. You climbed back onto Wrecker’s bunk, handing the toy to your lover.

Wrecker lifted a brow as he studied the silicone toy. He ran his fingers over the bright purple ribbing on the surface, studied the small control panel on the base, hefted its weight in his large hand. Then he held it to his crotch while you watched with a frown.

He passed it back to you, shaking his head. “It’s not as big as I am.”

“Keep bragging,” you joked.

Wrecker wasn’t smiling at all when he said, “I’m not bragging. I’m telling you that I’m bigger than the toy you said makes you uncomfortable at first. I’ll hurt you, and that’s not something I’m willing to do. Even for you.”

“Wrecker, please,” you asked again, resting your hand on his chest so he would look at you.

His brown gaze was tormented and you felt a surge of guilt rising in your chest. You hated to see him looking so conflicted and you would leave it alone… if you were utterly sure that his reluctance to fuck you wasn’t rooted in his feelings of not being good enough. Not wanting to was one thing, but feeling like he would mess something up if he tried? Unacceptable.

“I care about you,” you started, trying to ease into the conversation. “The time we’ve had has been precious to me. But I feel like you’re holding back. You let me use my hands on you, and my mouth a few times. Why won’t you agree to be inside me? I want it and I think I’m to the point that you can comfortably fit with a little work from both of us.”

An unpleasant thought dawned on you. “Is it the idea of doing the work that’s the problem? Because if that bothers you, I get it. Or if you’re not interested at all. If you tell me it’s because you aren’t interested, I’ll leave it alone.”

“Are you asking me if I want to fuck you?” Wrecker asked carefully.

You nodded, opening your mouth and closing it again without speaking.

“Mesh’la, if I had a credit for every time I’ve thought about being inside of you, I could afford a fancy Political District apartment.” You softened and leaned in for a kiss, but he stopped you with a quick press of his lips against your forehead. “But if I had a credit for every time I’ve worried I’ll accidentally hurt you, I could buy Coruscant. It’s too risky. I like what we have and I don’t want to mess it up.”

“What if we just try it?” you asked. “If it hurts badly enough that I can’t handle it, I’ll tell you, we stop, and we don’t try again until both of us are sure we’re ready.”

Wrecker looked torn again and you hurried to add, “Either way, I can promise you that you’re not going to mess anything up. I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere.”

You cuddled against his chest, giving him time to think without you staring at him. Despite what he tended to say about himself, Wrecker was a thorough thinker. He liked to think about every part of something before he decided on it. That very cautiousness was what made people misguidedly think he was unintelligent.

“If we do this,” he started eventually, and you sat up with your heart already pounding in excitement, “we do it my way. I don’t wanna hear any complaints outta you, gorgeous.”

“Agreed,” you rushed out.

He laughed at your eagerness. “Okay. I’m gonna make you come at least twice before I even take off my body glove, and probably one more time before I get anywhere close to being inside of you. If it hurts, even a little, you tell me. And if it keeps hurting, we stop.”

“It might hurt a little at first,” you reasoned. “That’s just how stuff like this works.”

Wrecker frowned at you. “You need to promise that you’ll tell me if something hurts at all. I won’t hurt you. Even the idea of it makes me think this was a mistake.”

“I promise,” you hastily agreed. “I’ll tell you the moment something hurts. How about a number system? One means I can feel it, five is uncomfortable, and ten means we need to stop. I’ll tell you if we hit five or ten, or you can ask me what number and I’ll tell you in the moment. Does that work?”

“That makes sense,” Wrecker eventually agreed. You grinned triumphantly, but his hands rose to cradle your jaw, guiding you to look at him. “Are you sure you want to do this, mesh’la? I don’t care if I’m ever inside of you that way. I think what we have is perfect. I don’t need anything more - I could never ask for anything more.”

Well, when he put it that way, it made you sound ungrateful for being so determined to do this… But you nodded anyway. “I feel like you’re being cheated, Wrecker, whether you agree or not. I want to give this a try. It’s important to me. But if either of us don’t like it, we can go back to the way things are right now - no harm done.”

“No harm done,” Wrecker affirmed with a nod of his own. But there was a worried little crinkle between his eyebrows that stayed even after you tried to kiss it away.

Deciding the best way to ease his worries was to get started, you leaned up and brushed your lips over his. Your motions were gentle at first, but steadily gained intensity as he began returning your kiss. By the time your tongue crept into his mouth, his hand was back under the waistband of your lounge pants.

When Wrecker’s fingers finally parted your damp folds, you lifted your hips in a wordless plea for him to keep going. He did exactly that, teasing your clit gently until you were rocking back and forth in an attempt to increase the friction against your most sensitive spot. One large digit sank into you, the wetness of your channel easing the process until it seemed like your body was pulling him in full-speed.

You moaned as Wrecker began increasing the speed of his thrusts, and he moaned back when he pulled back enough to replace one finger with two. Your pussy gripped him tightly, locking down around the intrusion after he had pushed in to his largest knuckles.

He patiently waited for you to ease around him, occasionally rotating his fingers to offer some stimulation, but focusing most of his efforts on your kiss. When you finally relaxed, you broke the kiss long enough to say, “I’m good now.”

Wrecker’s fingers began to work utter magic inside of you. They twisted, they thrust, they spread, they rubbed. In what felt like a minute or two, you were panting up at him, focused on the rapidly building tide inside of you.

Wrecker’s thumb ghosted gently over your clit and you made a sharp noise. He paused. “Number?”

Remembering the number system you had invented took an embarrassingly long time, but you managed to gasp out, “One!”

Wrecker nodded, resuming everything he had been doing before, but added a leisurely lick to one of your nipples. “Wrecker! I’m gonna come!”

He licked it again. “Good. Come for me, mesh’la.”

You did, the orgasm crashing through you as you fought not to give a loud cry. You weren’t sure why - you had the Marauder to yourselves for the next few hours at least. No one was around to hear you make noise. Still, you bit it back and trembled on Wrecker’s fingers until you were too limp to do so anymore.

“Don’t do that next time,” Wrecker requested. “I want to hear you.”

“Deal,” you agreed lazily. “Ready for my next one.”

Wrecker smiled, leaning over you as you stared up at the way his body glove-clad chest took up your entire field of vision. When he pulled back far enough for you to see him completely again, he held up the large purple toy you had been using to stretch yourself.

“Are you brave enough to show me?” he asked.

“For you?” you asked rhetorically. “Anything. Hand it over.”

The toy was a comforting weight in your hand. You really had been using it quite a bit to prepare yourself for this. If all went well, it could be the very thing you had needed to finally take Wrecker’s cock.

You reached between Wrecker’s mattress and the wall of the ship, fishing out the small bottle of lube he kept there. The pair of you had used it often enough for you to know exactly where it was hidden, but he still looked surprised and a bit embarrassed by your actions. Little did he know that you had covertly watched him fuck his own fist long before the two of you had ever gotten together…

Deciding that bit of information was best kept to yourself, you drizzled a healthy helping of lube over the toy before depositing a bit on your hands to be pressed into your pussy. You were sopping wet from your recent orgasm, so it was a bit of overkill, but it was always better to be safe. You had no doubt that Wrecker would put a stop to everything if this hurt, even a bit.

You smoothed the lube over the silicone of the toy’s surface, sliding your fist over it slowly until it was coated and shining. Then you rested it gently on your lower belly, the tip pointing up toward your belly button while the base was aligned with your entrance. The precarious position meant that you had to center your breathing in your chest rather than your stomach, but you had to admit that the deep purple was striking against your skin tone.

From the way Wrecker’s breath caught in his throat, he agreed.

You kept the toy balanced there while you reached lower, massaging the lube into your pussy. More accurately, you mixed the bottled lube with the slick that your body had made, but Wrecker’s uneven breathing told you the effect it was having.

Your fingers were still working in gentle strokes and circles when Wrecker’s voice - even lower and rougher than usual - broke the almost-silence. “Put it in.”

With a slow lick of your lips, you did as he told you, lowering the toy with your lube-slicked hands. The point of it dragged through your folds, as if searching for the right place until it was pressed to your entrance.

It was not a realistic toy. There was no flared crown, no veins in the silicone shaft. Still, you slid it inside of yourself slowly. The tip pressed into you, your hands pushing it deeper and deeper as it widened into the full circumference of the toy itself. Your folds obligingly widened around it, letting the toy in with minor resistance until it was fully seated in your pussy.

Your head fell back almost without your permission, your world narrowed to the now-familiar stretch of the toy’s cool surface. You could feel your channel pulsing around the intrusion, but it was a good feeling.

When Wrecker spoke, his voice cracked. “Numb… number?”

“Mmm,” you moaned, unable to keep your hips from working against the toy embedded in your tightness. “Two.”

“So, almost uncomfortable?” he asked, his eyes meeting yours for the first time in a while. You realized with a pleased sort of surprise that his gaze had been locked between your legs, watching your pussy spread open around the girth of a bright purple toy.

“Not even close,” you assured him. “I can just feel it a bit more intensely than your fingers.”

You had never taken this toy after already having had an orgasm. The silicone had always felt nice, but now? It was nothing short of a revelation. It was like there had been a low-level ache in your pussy, one too subtle to notice, but this went a long way toward easing it. You were feeling more confident about taking Wrecker’s cock with every passing moment.

Those thoughts disappeared in a puff of vapor when you felt the toy jostle slightly inside of you. Your widened eyes shot to the space between your thighs, unsurprised to see Wrecker there. He was staring at your pussy with something like wonder on his face. One of his fingers was tracing against the base of the toy, alternately pressing it deeper and stirring it inside of you.

You planted your feet so you could lift your hips slightly, as if offering yourself to him. Wrecker’s gaze snapped to your face again, but you only smirked at him. “Mind lending me a hand while you’re down there?”

Wrecker’s eyes darkened so fast that you tightened around the toy buried in your folds. “What do you need me to do, gorgeous?”

“There’s a- a button on the base of the toy,” you explained breathlessly. “Press it for me?”

He did, and the toy began a low-level buzz that sent vibrations through every part of your body as you hummed with pleasure. “That’s perfect.”

Your hands dipped down to play with your clit, balancing the motions of your fingers against the squeeze of your inner muscles. Sometimes, you fucked yourself with the toy, but you didn’t want to risk it this time. It could be a little uncomfortable, and you knew Wrecker was searching for a reason to deny you access to him.

Besides, the lack of motion was nice, a slow and subtle build that allowed you to work with the toy inside of you, getting yourself used to the stretch again. If everything worked out, you would get an even better stretch later.

“Can I do it instead?” Wrecker asked hesitantly.

You pulled your hands away immediately. “Please? Just… hit the button again first.”

He did, and you tensed as the vibrations kicked up to a more insistent buzzing. The tightness released a moment later, your body unleashing another flood of lubrication as Wrecker began to rub gently at your clit, massaging the lips of your pussy at the same time.

He zeroed in on one of your more sensitive spots, delivering the mildest pinch you had ever received, but it made you jolt like you had been shot. Every muscle tightened - including the ones in your core, and the toy slid out of you slightly. You reached down automatically to push it back inside, but Wrecker’s hand was already there.

“Sorry, let me fix it.”

Wrecker planted the heel of his palm against the toy, pushing it firmly back inside of your pussy… just as the angle pressed the button again.

You stiffened as the toy began the vibration pattern you had the most love/hate relationship with. It was incredibly intense and never failed to make you come in record time, but you completely lost control of your vocal cords when you soared over the edge.

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! …Buzzbuzzbuzzbuzzbuzz! Buzzzzzzzzzzzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! …Buzzbuzzbuzzbuzzbuzzbuzz! Buzzzzzzzzzzzz!

You choked on your own cries, gasping in a deep breath before letting it out in a wail as you came with a violence you didn’t often experience. The orgasm was almost painful, ripping through you in a way that left you writhing so desperately that Wrecker couldn’t remove the toy until he pinned your hips in place. He tugged the still-vibrating silicone out of you, fighting against the way your inner muscles had locked in place around it.

After he switched it off, the silence was broken only by your gasping breaths as you tried to recover from the intense pleasure. If you could move, you would have thrown an arm across your face.

You were well and truly embarrassed now. You had bragged about being able to take the toy with ease, then you had promptly lost control of the situation. You had gotten fucked by a piece of purple silicone, and it had made you scream with helpless pleasure. Wrecker would probably assume you couldn’t take him and he might actually be right.

“So…” Wrecker started, sounding strange.

“I’m sorry, Wrecker,” you interrupted, still not looking at him. “It got away from me a little bit. I promise, none of that hurt and I don’t normally lose control that badly.”

“Mesh’la,” he said firmly, pinching your chin between his thumb and forefinger so that you would look at him. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Are you serious?” you asked, studying him skeptically.

Wrecker gently unfolded your hand, pulling it down his abdomen until you could feel his rigid length jutting against your palm. Your fingers wrapped around him automatically - as much as they could, anyway - and he gave a tiny thrust.

“I’m serious,” he vowed solemnly. “I almost lost it when you came. Almost shot off in my glove. The only thing that stopped me is that I want to be inside of you when that happens.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you knew you looked hopeful. “Does that mean you’re ready?”

He hesitated. “I think I want you to come one last time. Give you some extra time to recover from that last one.”

“Fair enough,” you conceded. “Will you at least ditch the undersuit?”

“Sure,” Wrecker agreed immediately. He pulled back only far enough to avoid elbowing you in the face as he stripped the top of his body glove off, exposing the thick muscles of his torso. The lower half was next, and you saw first-hand how much he had enjoyed your show with the toy.

You traced gentle fingertips over his hardness. “Beautiful.”

He laughed at that, despite the concern on his face. “That’s my line.”

“We can be beautiful together, then,” you conceded.

Wrecker kissed you deeply, massaging your thighs. “I want you to come in my mouth.”

“But…” you trailed off with a frown. “You’re finally naked, though.”

“Last one,” he promised. “I just need to make sure you’re ready for me. Is that okay, mesh’la?”

You gave an exaggeratedly put-upon sigh. “I guess if you’re determined, I can stand to wait a little while longer.”

Wrecker’s kiss was deep and slow, his tongue sliding against yours before he pulled back. “I promise, it’ll be worth it.”

And then he slid down your body, brushing kisses against your skin all the while. He paused to suck at the underside of a breast, then to lick a patch of skin on your hip before blowing cool air over it, but he made it down to the cradle of your hips.

His hands pressed against your thighs, spreading them wide with a gentle slide of calluses against tender muscles. You found yourself stretched open with your knees on either side of Wrecker’s broad shoulders, leaving you utterly helpless as he lowered his head and began to explore you.

You had never been with someone as talented as Wrecker when it came to performing oral. Some of your past lovers had treated it like a race to the finish line, thrusting their tongues into you as far as they could while they pinched your clit, then acted inconvenienced when you didn’t immediately come.

Wrecker always seemed to take his time with you. He laved your sex with savoring strokes, dipping and curling his tongue as if he was eating a delicious favorite treat. The sensations were too strong for you to take without moving. As always, he had to hold your hips down after having barely started.

Unlike his typical routine, however, Wrecker carefully eased a finger into your pussy as he licked. It slid in easily, and he added another almost immediately.

After having come so hard around the toy, you took both fingers with ease. You felt a third finger poised to enter you as well, the tip lightly braced against your lips.

"Number?" he pulled away to ask, lips covered in your shine.

"One," you told him immediately. "I can take three fingers, I know it."

"Are you sure?" He looked dubious. "It'll be a stretch and you've already done so much…"

"And I'm gonna do more before we're done here," you insisted. “Please, Wrecker.”

And he listened, pressing into you as you rode the wave of sensation. The extra finger, tucked in tight with the others, wasn’t immediately noticeable. But by the time he had all three buried in your heat, you were writhing on the bed, inner muscles clenching around the intrusion.

“Number,” Wrecker grunted out, his free hand squeezing your thigh.

“Two,” you panted. “Keep going.”

He did, bowing his head to search out your clit while his fingers began thrusting slowly into you. It felt like you came only seconds later, though time was incomprehensible just then. It was sudden and smooth, like you had already been riding high on your own pleasure, so the peak was just a slight lift into nirvana instead of a violent propulsion there.

Wrecker slid his fingers free, giving one last swipe of his tongue over you. “Are you okay, mesh’la? We don’t have to keep going.”

It took longer than you would have expected for you to form words. That last orgasm had left you feeling boneless and satisfied, but there was nothing in the universe that would stop you there. “That was three. Now get over here.”

You reached over and grabbed the small bottle of lube, using it to coat Wrecker’s cock with a shiny layer before you wrapped your hand around it. You pumped over it once, twice, three times, then he loosed a rough noise, giving a powerful thrust into your grip.

He pulled your hands away, then. “I don’t know if this is such a good idea.”

“Wrecker, you’re ready, I saw it,” you told him.

“That’s the problem,” he replied, looking ashamed. “I’m worried I won’t be able to control myself. That I’ll end up hurting you.”

Your immediate impulse was to reassure him that he couldn’t, that it would never happen. But you fought that reply down. Wrecker was worried, and you owed it to him to take his concerns seriously.

Wrecker was incredibly, impossibly strong. Sex was a time of lowered inhibitions and he could lose control. There was a chance he could hurt you. It would be wildly out of character for him based on everything you had seen over the course of your relationship, but it was technically possible.

“Lie down here,” you told him, moving so he could stretch out in the mass of pillows he had accumulated for you.

He obeyed without protest, settling into the fluffy nest on his bunk. Then he watched with wide eyes as you threw one leg across his torso. You didn’t sit directly on his waist. You had pushed for this, but you wouldn’t do anything to make him feel like he was being forced.

Instead, you settled lightly on his stomach, leaning forward to cup his jaw and lose yourself in a kiss with him. You could taste yourself in his mouth, and it seized you with a powerful feeling of longing. He had licked you, suckled at you, taken your essence down his throat. You were in him, it was only fair that he was in you as well.

“Do you trust me to stop if it’s too much?” you asked, smoothing your hand over his broad chest. “Because I trust you to stop if I ask you to.”

“I trust you,” Wrecker agreed, sincerity written all across his face. “I always trust you.”

“Thank you,” you said, smiling down at him. You slid back slightly, reaching between your bodies to hold his cock in position against your dripping entrance.

Your thighs trembled as you began to lower yourself onto him. The activities of the evening had left you stretched further than you had ever been, but you still had to battle the way your body was trying to raise yourself back off of him.

Unsurprisingly, Wrecker was the biggest man you had ever been with. His cock eased into you, hard and unyielding and unimaginably huge, but there was no pain. There was discomfort, of course. There was no way to avoid that, but it was easily bearable. You would consider it a four on your number scale - nowhere near needing to stop.

And then, gravity stopped helping you as much as it had been. You lifted up on your thighs again, sitting down harder this time as he sank further in you. Wrecker gave a hoarse groan, hips thrusting up toward you.

The motion was sudden and deep. He hit the end of you and you gasped. “Five!”

Despite his earlier worries, Wrecker reacted immediately. He wrapped hands around your waist and started lifting you, but you locked your legs as far around his waist as you could manage.

“Don’t you dare!” you hissed. “I just got here! I need a minute to adjust, but I’ll be fine.”

“I hurt you,” Wrecker said, looking upset.

“For half a second between massive amounts of pleasure,” you countered, giving him an experimental squeeze with your inner muscles. “I’ll be fine.”

Wrecker’s hands started roaming over your body, lingering at your breasts and between your legs. He stroked and pinched and tweaked and rubbed until you were relaxed around him once more.

You lifted up on him, bringing your hips up and forward before thrusting back to impale yourself on him again. You and Wrecker made shocked noises at the same time as you found your rhythm, fucking him into you as you both reveled in the way your muscles rippled around him as he drove into your folds.

The stretching sensation never quite disappeared, but with so much pleasure alongside it, it just became a different sort of feeling. Before you knew how you had gotten there, you were pushing yourself full-force onto his cock as he drove his hips up into you at the same time. It was deep and intense and mind-shattering, leaving you both panting in the sharpness of it all.

“I’m close, gorgeous,” Wrecker warned you breathlessly.

“Come for me, Wrecker,” you encouraged. “Inside me.”

Your command seemed to motivate him. Wrecker planted his feet on the bunk, fucking up into you until you were bouncing on his cock, jaw dropped with the shock of everything running through you. It should have been painful to have him so deep inside of you - and it probably would have been, if he hadn’t started to come.

As such a large man, Wrecker came a lot. Even if he was down your throat, you struggled to swallow down the entirety of the cum he released. And if you were jerking him off? Forget it. Cum would be everywhere, jetting up to paint your torso and arms with his seed. It was incredibly attractive to you for some perverse reason. It was Wrecker, a sign of his overwhelming passion.

Wrecker drove himself into you, shuddering as he found his release. You could feel cum dripping lewdly from you, coating him with his own release.

To your surprise, you had one more orgasm in you. Watching Wrecker come beneath you brought it rolling over you in slow, toe-curling waves. You tightened and loosed in languid ripples that left you throwing your head back with the all-encompassing pleasure of it all.

When you had both fallen down from your respective highs, you were collapsed forward on Wrecker’s chest, his softening cock still buried inside of you. Both of you were fighting to catch your breath, but you still sacrificed panting for sake of sharing a kiss.

Wrecker pulled away first, frowning. “Did I hurt you?”

“Not at all,” you reassured him. “It was perfect. Any time you want to try this again, I’m good with it.”

“You’re amazing, mesh’la,” Wrecker told you, sounding awed.

“You are, too, Wrecker,” you reminded with a smile. “But you’re going to have to pull me off of you before we get stuck like this. I can’t feel my knees at the moment.”

Wrecker laughed and kissed you as he lifted you off of his length, swallowing the little moan you gave when he slid from you in a rush of slick and cum. He settled you beside him, throwing a leg across your thighs and pulling you into the warmth of his body.

You would have to go to the ‘fresher to take care of things soon, but you let yourself have some time to soak in the pleasure of being with Wrecker.

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A/N - Wrecker is amazing, but if he's proportional, penetrative sex could be a bit of a struggle. This is far from realistic, but I wanted to explore a version of things in which Wrecker and his lover have to do some prep work to make sure things are pleasurable for both parties.

Thanks for reading! You can find other works (including Star Wars and Bad Batch) on my masterlist!

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Sex Pollen || Poly!Bad Batch

Synopsis - You get hit with a serious dose of sex pollen and the guys all agree to help you out.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 3.5k.

{Caffeinate Me}

You were back on Kamino in the boys barracks after a particularly stressful mission on some planet you couldn’t even seem to remember at this point in time. You began to fan yourself rapidly with your hand as you spoke to the group. “Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?”

“It’s just you,” Echo replied, not looking up from the holopad in his hand. 

The only person who seemed to notice your sudden distress was Tech. He stood up from his place at his bunk and walked over to you, but you didn’t realise. Your eyes were focused on Crosshair who was cleaning his gun across the room, blacks half-way down his body revealing his muscular toned chest and abs. You felt your mouth watering at the sight and a familiar ache settle between your legs. Tech removed a glove and placed his hand on your forehead causing you to jump slightly and turn your attention to the smartest of the clones in front of you. “Y/N, are you okay?” He asked softly, eyes meeting yours. You shook your head, bottom lip quivering. Tech looked towards Hunter with a concerned expression on his face, “she’s burning up.” 

Hunter immediately stood up and walked over to you. Tech moved to the side allowing the Sergeant to place his hand on your forehead to feel for himself. A soft whimper left your lips at the sudden contact that confused Hunter, but he nodded at Tech in response and kneeled down to your height, gazing into your eyes. “Y/N?” He asked softly, clicking his fingers in front of your face. He just wanted to make sure you were aware of what was going on around you. 

“Stop doing that,” you mumbled to him. Your body was beginning to burn up past its usual temperature and you felt physically sick. Despite the heat your body was radiating, you felt cold shivers tingling over your skin and leaving goosebumps over your arms and legs. Wrecker was next to show concern, walking over to stand next to Hunter and Tech as he stared down at you. 

“What’s wrong Y/N?” He asked, waiting for your response. 

“It’s too hot!” You cried out, arching your back slightly. The ache between your legs becoming more and more intense by the second. You knew what you needed: you needed to be fucked, but why? You didn’t know. 

“What’s wrong with her Tech?” Hunter asked his brother, clearly worried about you. 

Tech shrugged lightly and walked over to Echo, grabbing the datapad out of his hands. “She seemed fine on the mission.”

“Well… Maybe she ate something funny?” Wrecker suggested, looking between his brothers. 

“No it cannot be that. We all ate the same things, so we would be feeling the same too.” 

“That’s true,” Hunter mumbled, his hand going back to feel your forehead. “Tech, she’s burning up really bad.” 

“We will get to the bottom of this,” Tech assured as he scrolled on the datapad. 

Your gaze met Hunter’s and you let out a frustrated sigh as you began to take off your armour, allowing it to fall to the floor with a clang. “I need to get out of these stupid clothes,” you whined, desperately pawing at the back of your blacks. 

Echo sat up and looked at Tech, his eyebrow raised slightly. “What about those flowers? The ones she went frolicking in after the mission?” Echo asked. This gained Tech’s attention and within seconds he had all the information up about the flowers Echo had mentioned. 

“Hunter, this is bad,” Tech gulped as he read the information available to him on the holopad. 

“What is it?” Hunter asked, peering over Tech’s shoulder. 

“Those flowers, when they come into contact with human skin, release a sex pollen,” Tech replied, eyes skimming the words on the holopad. 

“Sex pollen?” Wrecker asked, his eyes darting between you and the squad. 

You were lying down on a bunk, tossing and turning your head, quite clearly uncomfortable. You just needed some relief. Tech looked at you, his eyebrows narrowing. “The sex pollen is basically going to make her feel really aroused until she gets some relief,” Tech explained to his brothers. 

“What sort of relief?” Wrecker asked again. 

“Don’t be so coy Wrecker,” Crosshair grinned. “He means sex.” 

“And how long will it take to wear off?” Hunter asked, his eyebrow raised as he looked at Tech. 

“Until she gets that relief or erm…” Tech trailed off, reading the last part of the information. 

“Or what Tech?” Echo asked, prompting him to continue with what he was going to say. 

“Or she dies.” 

“This could kill her?” Hunter asked, slightly shocked. Tech just nodded, his attention now turned to you. You had managed to take off your blacks, throwing them into a heap on the floor until you were just in your underwear. Your back was arching off of the bunk and your hands were balled up into fists by your sides. “So what do we do?” Hunter asked after a few minutes of silence. He was biting his bottom lip, clearly in thought. 

“Someone has to have sex with her,” Tech replied, also biting his bottom lip. He continued to watch as you writhed, eyes rolling back into your head. 

“Who?” Came Echo’s now concerned voice. Tech shrugged at Echo’s question. He didn’t know, nobody knew. The boys looked around at each other, silently asking for the others permission. 

“I’ll do it,” Hunter replied. 

“I personally think I should do it,” Crosshair said, standing up from his position. 

“And why shouldn’t it be me?” Wrecker asked, looking between Crosshair and Hunter. 

“Please,” you whimpered, hands reaching down under your underwear and circling at your pulsating clit. “Someone just please fuck me.” 

Echo walked over to you, resting his hand on your forehead. “She’s really burning up guys,” he said. A gasp left your lips at Echo’s touch and you found yourself bucking your hips up further into the air. Your eyes met Echo’s as you begged him silently, forcing a shiver to appear up the clones back. He felt his cock hardening at the sight of you, spread out with a hand down your underwear furiously rubbing at your clit. Before he even knew what he was doing, Echo bent down to press a soft kiss on your lips. A whimper of surprise and need left your mouth at the contact, but you didn’t falter the movements between your legs. The other’s eyes widen as you grasp Echo’s scomp, pulling him down on top of you forcefully. He let out a groan as he landed on top of you, lips still attached to your own. You continued to buck your hips up against Echo’s, removing your hand from down your underwear to work on his blacks. 

“I guess Echo has this covered,” Tech whispered to his brothers watching as you pulled down Echo’s blacks, his cock springing free, painfully hard and already leaking pre-cum. 

“Please Echo,” you managed to choke out. The heat radiating from your body had him dizzy as he forced his tip against your entrance, pushing into you with a groan. “Maker!” You gasped out, head spinning from the way he filled your tight cunt. The rest of The Batch stood and awkwardly watched as Echo moved himself against you, mumbling praises against your lips.  

Crosshair tilted his head as he watched, eyes flickering to your face and admiring the way it contorted into expressions of pure pleasure. Your hands flew to Echo’s shoulders, gripping him tightly as he hit that spot deeper inside of your spongy walls. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you lolled against the firm pillow behind you. “She likes that,” Crosshair hummed, walking over to the bunk you were laying on. Echo pulled away from your mouth and buried his head into the crook of your neck, lips skimming your throat as he continued his sloppy movements. You dropped a hand from Echo’s shoulder and reached out to grasp Crosshair’s hand, pulling him further towards you. Lewd sounds filled the room as Echo pulled out of you completely, only to slam himself back into you, thrusts harsher than before. 

“Crosshair,” came your moan as you squeezed his hand tightly. 

“Kriff Y/N, if you keep squeezing me like that I’m going to cum,” Echo groaned against your neck. Your pussy was throbbing, your skin on fire. 

“Already, Echo?” Crosshair chuckled, his fingers dancing along yours. Echo just nodded as his hips stuttered, his cock pulsating inside of you as he came shamelessly with a growl. “Out of the way,” Crosshair grumbled, pushing Echo off of you and taking his place between your legs. “Do you need more, Y/N?” he asked, pulling his blacks down to his ankles, erect cock springing free.

“Please Cross,” you whimpered. 

He just nodded before pushing inside of you, moans coming from both of your throats. He didn’t give you time to adjust to his length before he slammed against you, Echo’s cum drooling from between your filled hole. Crosshair grunted as his lips found yours, kissing you passionately as he worked his way inside of you roughly. 

“Slow down Crosshair,” Hunter warned, but the sniper didn’t listen. Instead, he snapped his hips against yours faster, harder until you were a squealing mess underneath him. 

“This feel good?” Crosshair asked you, completely ignoring the widened eyes of his brothers as he fucked your harder. All you could do was nod as you felt your cunt flutter around Crosshair’s cock. You back arched as he hit that spot inside of you that had you seeing stars, your vision clouding white as your first orgasm approached rapidly. You couldn’t even voice it before you were spraying Crosshair with your juices. “Good girl,” he purred, one of his hands moving to grasp your chin, forcing you to look at him. 

“Osik,” Hunter gasped, watching as your entire body trembled underneath Crosshair’s slender form. 

Within the blink of an eye, Crosshair had pulled out of you and jerked himself off rapidly until he came over your stomach, spurting out of his inflamed tip and onto your soft skin. You were panting rapidly as Crosshair grumbled something under his breath, climbing off of you and pulling his blacks up before leaving the room. “Has the pollen worn off?” Hunter asked, tilting his head to the side asking both you and Tech. Tech was about to answer a quick ‘I think so’ before you let out a loud, pained cry. 

“It hurts so much,” you whimpered. “It’s so kriffing hot!” 

“I’ll take that as a no,” Echo replied, sitting down next to you and stroking your hair lovingly.

“Hunter,” came your choked sob. 

“I’m here,” Hunter whispered back to you, stepping into view. You outstretched your hand towards him waiting for him to take it.

“Please make it stop,” you whimpered. 

“What do you want me to do Y/N?” Hunter asked seriously. His voice was laced with concern as his eyebrows furrowed at you. 

“Fuck me, please,” you practically begged. Hunter was taken back by your plea and, for some reason, looked towards Echo. He just nodded at his brother allowing him to make the next move. Hunter began removing his armour to which you growled. “Hurry up!”

He nodded at you, removing his cod-piece and tugging his blacks down to his knees before crawling on top of you. “Are you sure?” He asked softly, searching your eyes for any form of apprehension. 

“Yes, yes I’m sure!” You whimpered eagerly. You had already been fucked by two of your squad mates: but it wasn’t enough. Your body was demanding more. Hunter pressed the tip of his cock against your folds, lubricating it with the mixture of your wetness and Echo’s cum before slowly inching into your folds. He found himself gritting his teeth as he placed his hands on either side of your head, supporting his body on top of yours. “Hunter!” You cried, arms wrapping around his neck and legs around his waist as he pummelled into you. 

“Stars, you feel better than I ever dreamed,” Hunter whispered softly to you. He couldn’t help himself as his cock twitched inside of you, a growl left his throat as your cunt squeezed him tightly. You couldn’t respond as Hunter smashed his hips against yours, your mouth opening to let out sound after sound, squeal after squeal. “You going to cum, hm? Tell me Y/N,” Hunter groaned, but all you could do was nod a simple ‘yes’. It felt too good. “Tell me,” Hunter growled at you, his eyes boring into yours. 

“I-I’m going to cum Hunter!” You cried out, your legs tightening around his waist as your orgasm washed over you. Your back arched off the bunk, pushing your exposed chest against Hunter’s, forcing a groan to leave his lips at the feeling of your soft breasts against his chest. 

“Kriff, you’re squeezing me so tightly, baby. I’m going to cum, where do you want me?” Hunter asked. 

“Please don’t stop, please,” you begged, but your begging mixed with the fluttering of your cunt around his cock had pushed Hunter over the edge and before you even got to answer, he was spilling himself inside you with a loud moan while throwing his head back. 

“I’m sorry sweetheart I couldn’t…” Hunter mumbled trailing off his sentence, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. You let out another whine of desperation as Echo continued to stroke your hair. You looked between Tech and Wrecker, desperate for one of them to take Hunter’s place between your legs as he pulled out of you and dressed himself. 

“My turn,” Wrecker sang as he took his blacks off so they were pooling around his ankles. “You okay dove?” 

“Please,” your voice croaked. Sweat beaded from your forehead, falling down your temples from both the heat of the strenuous activity and the effects of the sex pollen. You didn’t need to voice another word for Wrecker to push himself into your tight heat, a pleasured and pained gasp leaving your lips. He was bigger than his brothers, and although you desperately needed a minute to adjust to his length, you were already moving your hips against his. You bit your bottom lip, eyes once again rolling into the back of your head as Wrecker began to move. The tip of his cock poking against your cervix, hitting that special spot inside of you that had your vision turning blurry and tears forming in the corner of your eyes. You let out a cry of frustration as Wrecker’s pace sped up, pounding into your pussy viciously despite his usual ‘gentle giant’ demeanour. 

“Shh you’re okay,” Echo cooed, his fingers trailing through your hair and dancing along your scalp. “We’re going to make sure you’re going to be okay.” 

You nodded your head erratically as an acknowledgement to Echo, hands balling into fists besides you and scrunching up the sheets on the bunk, desperate to hold on to something. You felt your pussy tighten around Wrecker’s cock as he placed his hands on your thighs and spread your legs further, giving him deeper access to you. A loud moan erupted from your throat as he hit further inside of you deeper than anybody ever had before, tears cascading down your face from the pleasure you were feeling.  You felt a third release nearing, but Wrecker pulled out and grabbed your hair pushing your lips down onto his cock. You sucked him greedily, licking the salty pre-cum from his slit as he bucked his hips against your face. “Ah - kriff, I’m cumming!” Wrecker yelped out, his hands on your hair tightening as his hips continued to thrust against your face. Still, you sucked and licked until he was spurting his thick, white ropes into your mouth and down your throat. Eagerly you swallowed everything he had to offer as if you were a dehydrated dog in the sandy deserts of Tatooine causing Wrecker to moan your name over and over again. He looked down on you with lust filled eyes as he pulled his cock out of your mouth before patting your head. You couldn’t help but give him a slight smile despite your continuous discomfort.

“Better?” Tech asked, swallowing the lump in his throat. 

“I need to cum,” you whispered. “So kriffing badly.” Tech’s eyes widened as you reached out for him, anxiety settling in his gut as he took your hand in his. You pulled him to your side. “I don’t care how you do it, Tech, but I just need to cum once more. Please.” Tech nodded knowingly as he settled himself down onto the bed, pulling his cock out of his blacks. You settled down on his lap, straddling him before lining his engorged tip up with your soaked folds. With one swift movement, you slammed your aching cunt down on to Tech’s cock, moaning loudly. Your body was slowly starting to revert back to its normal temperature and your breathing started to slow back down. You knew that you needed to cum once more before your body finally expelled the pollen that had been coursing through your body. Your hands flew to Tech’s neck as you slowly began to bounce up and down, pulling off of him completely before slamming back down repeatedly. The movement itself sent shockwaves of pleasure to your core, but you needed more. “More Tech, please. Touch me,” you begged. 

Hesitantly, Tech placed his hands on your exposed breasts, squeezing them lightly. As you let out a moan of pleasure, Tech tightened his grip and moved his fingers to your nipples, flicking the sensitive buds between his thumbs. You threw your head back as you continued to rock your hips against his. Tech’s breathing became ragged as he continued playing with your breasts, his eyes never leaving yours as you moved against him, “stars you are so beautiful,” he mumbled lowly before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. Your eyes widened as his lips met yours, but you quickly melted into it, kissing back just as passionately. You felt your third orgasm approaching, your body finally starting to feel tired as the pollen was fully expelling from your body. You moaned into Tech’s lips as your hand moved down from his neck to play with your clit, strumming at the bundle of nerves as you continued to ride Tech with meaning. 

You pulled away from Tech’s lips to speak. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming so hard!” Your voice was shaky and your bouncing was sloppy. Tech, finally gaining some confidence, pushed you back down onto the bunk so you were on your back, legs in the air as he thrusted into you haphazardly. 

“I’m cumming too,” he moaned, his cock twitching inside of your pulsating heat. Just as Tech said those words, you simultaneously came. You couldn’t help but spray over Tech’s cock as he pushed into you one final time, filling you to the brim until you physically couldn’t take any more cum. He was spilling out of you before he even had time to pull out, weeping over the bunks sheets shamelessly. “Oh Gods,” Tech groaned as he slipped out of you, his cock twitching as he slowly began to soften. 

You rested your head back against the pillow, breathing deeply as Echo resumed his position behind your head, stroking your hair. “Do you… feel better?” He asked. 

Your eyes met his and you thought for a moment before nodding. “Yes. I do.” You then sat up, looking around the room at the rest of your squad members before smiling awkwardly. “Thank you. Thank you all of you. I would have…” You trailed off your words, not wanting to think about what would happen if they hadn’t stepped in and helped. 

“Don’t think about it,” Hunter said, a soft smile on his face. “We’ll always have your back.”

“Always,” the rest of the squad said in unison. 

You swung your legs over the side of the bunk to collect your underwear and blacks in your arms before dressing yourself quickly, feeling extremely embarrassed and self-conscious. When you were fully dressed, you stood up and stretched, feeling your bones crack and limbs pop into place from being laid in such obscure positions. “I should… go shower,” you mumbled, looking down at the ground. You were all sweaty and needed to cool down from the intense heat of the room. The boys nodded at you, all of them including Crosshair, offering you a small smile as you left the room. As you walked to the showers, you had no idea where this situation left you with your squad. Were they just having sex with you to stop you from dying, or was there something more behind it all? You had no idea, but the thought made your stomach and heart flutter, along with a small pit of anxiety to settle in your gut. You’d give it a few days and see where this went, but a part of you was hoping there was more to it than just simply preventing your untimely demise from sex pollen.

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PLEASEEE older hunter smut, ANY scenario.

Hello! Thank you for the request 💜

I’m still getting the hang of writing smut, but this was a great opportunity for practise. I hope you like it! 😊

Push and Pull (Hunter x F!Reader)

Summary: After spending the evening teasing Hunter with your outfit, he shows his appreciation when you return home.

Word count: 1.2K

Warnings: Smut. PiV. Unprotected sex (wrap it in realsies). Blindfold. Hair pulling. 18+ and MDNI!

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Laughter echoed through the tranquil bedroom as Hunter shoved the door open, pulling you in with him, your lips still locked with his and a smirk forming. 

“You think you are so funny,” you giggled, crumpling his already creased shirt in your fists with enough force to strain the buttons. If you didn’t find him so irresistibly attractive in it, you would have tugged harder, longing to reveal the skin beneath. 

“You’re the one laughing,” Hunter taunted. He captured you in a kiss again, arms snaking to the small of your back to draw your hips flush against his. 

Ever since you had returned from the festival, he had latched himself to you, lavishing open-mouthed pecks wherever he could get and hitching up the hem of your dress to whisper his fingertips up your thighs. Unable to resist any longer, he had guided you towards the bedroom, breaking out a few truly awful puns to make you giggle all the while. 

His hands explored, tracing the graceful lines and contours of your outfit. You had worn it with the express purpose of provoking his lust for you, fully aware of how this particular dress, with the split up the side and the way it hugged you, got him riled. All evening and into the night you had thrown him tactile looks, playing the innocent when he responded with discreet touches and promises of what awaited you upon your return home. 

Now that you were home, he seemed more intent on savouring the taste and feel of you. But you were eager, desperate for him to be inside you after inadvertently strengthening the prospect for yourself in your amorous games with him. 

“Enough teasing, Hunter,” you pleaded, unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it down his arms. Traces of black and grey hair poked from his chest, tickling your fingertips as you eased them down to the softness of his tummy. You loved the sensation of him beneath your palm, the body that had been nourished and taken care of over the years. Sometimes, you would catch him stealing glances at himself in the mirror, as if trying to reconcile with the person he had become since arriving on Pabu. Each time, you would embrace him from behind, planting kisses on his back and shoulders, soothing his insecurities and caressing away any doubts. 

“You’ve already had your hands under my dress and I want you.” Your words came out whined, but they seemed to have the desired effect on Hunter. He dipped a little to scoop you up and gently placed you down on the bed.

Items of clothing found their way onto the floor as you both crawled towards the pillows, succumbing to fervent kisses and the hungry desire consuming you. As you nibbled at his bottom lip, you swore you heard a low growl rumble in his chest. 

Both completely naked and inching closer to the plush cushions, you encouraged him to sit with his back against the headboard and straddled his hips. His cock twitched against his stomach, pre-cum beading on the tip, and wet and wanting, you aligned yourself. On any other night, you’d have lapped at him, slid your tongue along his length, bringing him to the brink of bliss until he was mewling or snatching your wrists to take you in any way he wished. But you needed him more than you wanted to tease him. 

Right before you were about to lower yourself onto him, a mischievous notion flashed into your thoughts. With intense concentration, you bit your lip and manoeuvred your fingers under his khaki bandana, wriggling it down to cover his eyes. “Is that comfortable for you, love?” you uttered sensually, unravelling a twist in the fabric. 

He answered by sliding the tip of his cock inside you. Your palm met the wall behind him as you braced yourself and breathed a small whimper. 

Inch by inch, he sunk into your inviting heat, pausing at every slight quiver as you stretched around him. He had a profound understanding of your body, the way it communicated and held him, and clung to him in the throes of passion. Each shift, he interpreted with pinpoint accuracy, whether you wanted to speed up or slow, whether you desired gentler care or for him to be a little rougher. For now, it welcomed him home. 

With his encouragement, you started moving, slowly at first, lifting your hips and plunging back down. Your core ablaze, you quickened your pace, feeling a thin layer of sweat forming on your skin. While the heat of the Pabu sun was overwhelming at times, the warmth of his body intertwined with yours was so intoxicating you wished you could bottle it up and save it for the days you were forced to be apart. 

A loud groan slipped past your open lips and you bent over your love, foreheads squeezed together as the pleasure within you intensified. Hunter responded with heavy breaths of his own, hands grasping your hips and helping your synchronised lifts and falls. 

“So good,” he panted. “You… you feel amazing.” 

His touch and the feeling of him filling you stole any words of admiration you wanted to speak. All you could do was whimper and press your chest against his, matching his stimulating pace. 

You pressed your lips to the lines on his face, kissing up the path of years until you reached the wrinkles by his eyes. Your fingers grazed his nape, and you tugged at the thinner wisps at the root.

He thrust up into you and shuddered. You repeated the action and his hips chased yours with heightened fervour. You held on with as stable a grip as you could muster, urging him to take what he needed, what you both craved.  

“It’s not too much, is it?” you breathed, the tip of his cock brushing your sweet spot. You sensed him tensing and loosened your constraint a little. 

He shook his head, throat bobbing as he swallowed and unclenched his jaw to release a guttural groan. “Perfect,” he managed to get out, tilting to encourage you to tighten your grasp on him.

“And the blindfold?”

“I’m… I’m good.” 

Based the groaned panting between his words, he was deliciously close to his peak, and so were you. His pleasure met yours with each touch, and he reached between your bodies to stimulate you clit with his thumb. 

You threw your head back, drenched in sweat and chasing every thrill he graced you with. With a few more thrusts, his hips came to a halt, his seed spreading across your walls as they squeezed him. As your climax merged with his, you gave a slight tug on his hair. 

Each breath was a mixture of push and pull as you clasped onto the lingering sensation of him inside you for a little longer. 

Shifting backwards, you readjusted his bandana until it was snug on his forehead once more. His lips curved into a loving smile, captivated by the blissful haze in your eyes. 

“There she is,” he said. 

“Who would that be?” you asked in a teasing tone. 

Hunter swept the damp strands of hair away from your face and cradled your cheeks, his thumbs tracing your features. He tenderly tilted your head closer to press his lips to your forehead, and with a relaxed exhale, whispered, “my love.” 

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writers: new proposal

Stop putting “minors DNI” in your fic summaries and start attaching this

Thanks again @clone-captain-spark

[sideofhorny]

Perfection By Your Side

Pairing: Mayday x GN!Reader (no pronouns used but Reader is referred to as “Mama” by their child)

Summary: You and Mayday navigate your sex life as parents.

Warnings: PiV sex, mild consensual choking and hair pulling, fluff, NSFW MINORS SHOO

Word Count: 989

A/N: As much as I love fantasy smut, I was inspired to write some more realistic smut based on my own experiences lol. It’s a pretty niche story but I hope it’s still enjoyable!

Neither you nor Mayday could recall the last time you’d had sex. It was definitely less than a month ago, but between the stress of caring for your four year old and everyday life, finding time for intimacy was a struggle. Most evenings the two of you passed out cuddling in each others’ arms seven minutes after your heads hit the pillows.

It wasn’t that you didn’t want to have sex. The reality was you were both exhausted and, at least right now, the timing rarely managed to work in your favor. Fortunately it definitely wasn’t always like that. It came in waves; life would be smooth, your child slept well, work was good, and you could get a lot of quality time with Mayday. Then the stormy weather would hit and you would both only just be surviving day to day.

So when your child was finally adequately distracted with some blocks along with a children’s holocomedy and the two of you had gotten more than six hours of sleep the night before you both nearly sprinted to the bedroom.

You squealed as Mayday swept you into his arms, peppering your face and neck with kisses. You knew time was precious and you weren’t about to waste it. You giggled as you both undressed in record time and Mayday wasted no time in running his hands over your body. You were softer after having your child and some days your rounder tummy and less perky breasts weighed heavy on your mind. However, Mayday loved each change and took every opportunity to worship every inch with open mouthed kisses and worshipful words.

“Mmm my beautiful riduur…” his velvety voice rumbled as he squeezed your ass.

“MAMA!!”

“Kriff…” you hissed. You paused hoping your child would refocus long enough for you and Mayday to finish what you’d started.

“MAAAMAAAAAA!” The little voice hollered once more.

Mayday snickered as he handed you your clothes. “Better check on that,” he cooed as he lay down on the bed.

You grumbled as you hastily dressed. “Okay…okay hold this thought!” You squeezed your boobs together, teasing him. “You stay right there and these will be right back!”

Mayday laughed and winked, “Of course mesh’la. I’m a patient man.”

With a quick kiss, you dashed out to the sitting room. You refilled snacks and drinks and turned on the next episode of your child’s favorite holoshow. Once you were certain they had everything they needed to be adequately entertained, you gave them a kiss on their head and you bolted back to the bedroom.

“I’m back!” you puffed breathlessly as you ripped your clothes off once more. Mayday tipped his head back as he laughed before holding his hands out to you, guiding you to his naked form. You bit your lip as you straddled his hips, teasing the tip of his cock along your slit.

“Come here. I’ve missed you,” he growled warmly before lacing his fingers through your hair, tugging firmly yet gently. His other hand teased your nipple, thumbing lightly across your pebbled bud, sending jolts of electricity through your body.

His gaze burned hot with desire as his hand trailed up your chest and firmly grasped your neck just beneath your jaw. He pulled you in for a passionate kiss. You gasped and whined as he slowly pushed between your folds, the stretch intoxicating.

“I’ll never get tired of that,” he murmured against your lips, as he slowly pressed into you, hitting that spongy spot that had you seeing stars.

His fingers tightened slightly around your neck and you couldn’t help but moan. He pulled you in again, his tongue teasing your lip as he thrust up into you with a pace so languid you were nearly begging him for more. Mayday continued his easy pace, his hands maintained their grip on your neck and in your hair, holding your position over him. Your legs shook while every thrust of his cock had you gasping as pleasure surged through you with every collision against that perfect point inside of you.

A chuckle rumbled in his chest as you whined with each leisurely movement of his hips. “What’s that pretty thing? You want more?”

“Stars yes, Mayday. Kriff my brains out, please!”

Mayday groaned, pulling you in for a bruising kiss. His fingers gripped your hair and neck ever tighter as he relentlessly thrust into you, wetness and moaning becoming the only sounds that filled the room as you both careened towards your climaxes.

You came first, he always made sure of that. As your walls pulsed around him, he followed suit, grunting as he spilled into you. You collapsed onto his chest and his arms embraced you. You kissed his neck softly as he whispered, “Love you, cyar’ika.”

“MAMAAAAAAA!!!”

Mayday buried his face in your shoulder, his body shaking with laughter, “Just in time.”

You kissed him once more as you slid off the bed and began to redress. “Excellent timing. And I love you more.”

His eyes traced every inch of you as you dressed, his gaze adoring and soft. “I love every part of you, don’t you forget that, mesh’la.”

You glided to the bed, and kissed him again, this time deeply. He hummed into your lips as his fingers crept beneath your shirt, teasing your nipple again.

“MAAAAAAMAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!”

“Go on,” he chuckled with a soft swat on the ass, “Better find out what the emergency is.”

Your laugh was airy as you ambled to the door. You paused a breath to lean your head back into the bedroom and blew him a kiss. Mayday chuckled as he caught the kiss and held his closed fist to his chest. You wiggled your fingers in a flirty wave and hustled back to tend to your wee one.

Your home was messy, you were perpetually tired, and everything was a little chaotic but it was perfection with Mayday by your side.

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Oh me, oh my! Okay first of all, congrats on the 1k!

This is my first prompt l've ever requested! So I do apologize if it's trash!

Could I get something along the lines of Crosshair x Fem!Reader where reader is drunkenly teasing him at a tavern after a successful mission and he's being his grumpy self telling her to knock it off and one thing leads to another and he's fucking her in the bathroom of the tavern up against the wall?

Thank you! I love your writing and congrats on the 1K!

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Whoo hoo! Congrats on your first request! haha. I can see the thirst for Crosshair is alive and well, considering the number of requests I got for him. 😂 As is the usual, I suffered from The Crosshair Effect™️ while writing this, which is where you set out to write a lil shortie and it ends up being thrice as long. So here's two thousand words of smoldering Crosshair hotness. Content warnings below the cut.

Crosshair x Fem!Reader - WC: 2k - NSFW

Content: semi-public hand job, affectionately rude nickname, a bit of teasing dirty talk, very repetitive and painstakingly clear confirmation of consent, heavy petting/kissing, oral (f receiving), and sex against the wall! 🥳 I'm also gonna tag @99tech99 on this one because it's kinda similar to your request, although not quite the dynamic of reader being more shy/embarrassed... Also tagging @smw-on-kamino because it might satisfy your request a bit too. ;)

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It had been simmering between you and Crosshair for a long time. Mission after mission, shore leave after shore leave. The way he looked at you made your panties wet, and you were pretty sure you had the same effect on him as well. You’d made out a few times when you found a split second to yourselves, but each time you were interrupted by comms or the rest of the squad’s imminent arrival, leaving you aching for so much more. 

More recently, you’d pushed him into a narrow alley, groping him over his clothes as he did the same to you, mouthing your neck and murmuring what he wanted to do to you. You wanted it too, and you said as much as you pulled off his codpiece and reached into his blacks to grip his cock firmly. He groaned, thrusting into your hand as you smoothed his arousal along his length. It provided just enough lubricant to allow you to work him slowly, languidly stroking from his base to his tip. Impatient and desperate, you pulled his blacks down just enough to free his cock completely. It sprang into your hand as you shoved him against the wall and continued, gripping more tightly as you jerked him off. He reached for you, trying to slip his own fingers inside your underwear, but you pulled away, nipping his earlobe teasingly as he growled under his breath.

“You’re going to pay for this,” he whispered hoarsely, his silken voice broken by his inflamed desire. 

“Oh no,” you smiled, kissing his neck as you pumped his cock faster. He shuddered, tensing from head to toe, then came hard, stifling his moans into your shoulder as he made a delicious mess all over your hand. You caressed him gently as he came down from his climax, watching his facade go up as quickly as it had come down. That’s okay, you thought. You just wanted to rile him up in anticipation of the next shore leave, when you hoped to spend an entire night together in privacy and pleasure. 

“Little shit,” he muttered affectionately, stuffing his business back into his base layer and replacing his armor pieces. You tapped his chest plate, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips. 

“I want to come on your cock next time,” you purred, relishing his sharp inhale and darkened gaze as he cursed under his breath. 

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Fortune was in your favor, somewhat, the next time you all had a night off. You’d found a raucous tavern on some backwater planet and were blowing off some steam with the locals. Wrecker was making all kinds of credits with various arm-wrestling bets, and the others had returned to the ship early. Crosshair was beside you, nursing his own drink, but his expression was growing increasingly sour. You tried to tease, tried to be playful, even tried to be nice, but he was having none of it. You knew this little game of his, though. You just weren’t sure how it would lead into the night of intimacy you had planned in the tiny hotel room you’d saved up some credits for. 

“Want to play dejarik?” you invited, sliding a hand up his thigh. You loved seeing him in civvies.  

“No,” he grumbled, flicking his toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. 

“Had enough of getting beaten?”

He cast you a sharp yet harmless glance, then lazily returned his eyes to the obnoxious crowd all around. 

“What’s up your butt?” you finally asked, turning to face him more fully. 

“Nothing. It’s just loud in here… and full of idiots.”

“Ah yes, the usual struggle,” you grinned. You adopted a coquettish approach, lowering your eyelashes as you fixed him with a sultry gaze. “If only there were some way I could help you feel better.”

“Why are you teasing me?” His voice was low, almost dangerous, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

“Who says I’m teasing?” you purred. 

“What am I supposed to do here? The streets are full of people. Maker knows this place is as well. The ship isn’t empty. So what? Find a bush somewhere?”

“First of all, I’ve got all the bush you need,” you snickered as he rolled his eyes, but you caught the hint of a smirk on his lips. “Secondly…” you took another swig of your drink, feeling pleasantly warm and fuzzy and a bit more emboldened than usual. “I’m sure you could find a way.”

“A way to what?”

“I think you know,” you smiled, tugging your shirt down a little more, satisfied as you watched his eyes rove across your cleavage. His fingers twitched on his cup. “Hmm,” you sighed. “Seems like you want these in your hands.”

“Stop it,” he growled, but you could sense his fortitude weakening by the second. You weren’t sure why he was keeping you at bay, to be honest. Neither of you were the shy type, nor did you have many qualms about semi-public passion. 

“Why?” You made a pouty face, idly tracing the tops of your breasts with a few fingers. “Maybe you want these in your mouth instead?” His inhale had a bit of a shudder to it. 

“Are you drunk?” he asked, eyeing you with laser focus. 

“No,” you deflected, squinting at him through your bubbly haze. “Okay, I’m a little tipsy, but I’m not drunk. Just enough to make it an extra good time,” you winked. 

“Not gonna happen.” His finished his glass, taking it and yours, now empty as well, and rising to his feet. You followed suit, indignant and confused. Insecurity was starting to creep in as you wondered if he wasn’t as into you as you’d been led to believe. He returned the glasses to the bar, an unnaturally courteous move, then jerked his head toward the hallway. “Gonna use the fresher, then we can head back to the ship.”

“But… Cross…” you stuttered, following after him. He reached the refresher door and disappeared inside without a backward glance. Now you were in an odd state… horny and giddy, yet unsure of yourself and a little disappointed. You’d been riling yourself up all day for what you’d hoped would go down (spoiler – him). When he came back out, brushing the remaining dampness off his hands, you crossed your arms in front of your chest. 

“What?” he asked defensively. 

“I’m not leaving,” you declared, not really sure where you were going with this. “Until we clear this up.”

“Clear what up?” he hissed, stepping forward to toy with your waist, to your great delight.

“I want you.” Might as well come out with it. You thought you’d been clear as day before. 

“Mhm.”

“Mhm?! What kind of answer is that? Do you not want it?” Your agitation was coming out, as was his. He leaned in closer, cupping the side of your face and drawing his thumb down the middle of your lower lip, eyes intense as they slid from your mouth to your eyes. 

“Of course I want it,” he said in a low voice, sending a jolt of electricity to your core. “But not when you’re drunk.”

“I’m not drunk,” you insisted. “Plus… you know I would have fucked you weeks ago if we ever found a kriffing time or place. I got us a room tonight,” you confessed, heart skipping a beat as his gaze darkened. 

“You did?”

“Yeah,” your voice quavered, torn between desire and a desperate need for him to show you just how hungry he was to wrap his body around your own. 

“You’re sure you want this?” he asked, silken voice a stark contrast to his scrutinizing stare. 

“Hell yes,” you grinned, realizing the source of all this hesitation. “Crosshair,” you purred, gliding a hand along his chest, feeling him stiffen slightly under your touch. “I feel pleasantly buzzed. I know exactly what’s happening. I don’t feel pressured. And I sure as fuck won’t regret it in the morning.” You could feel his tension building, as though he were ready to snap and take you right then and there. “Now are you going to give it to me or not?” You lifted your chin, meeting his gaze. A challenge. 

He exhaled hard, pushing you against the wall rather quickly, and you gasped in delight as his lips crashed into yours. Again and again. He tugged and sucked, nipped and licked, and you were reeling from the sheer force of his passion. He grabbed your thigh, lifting it around his waist as he leaned in, grinding his hard length against you. You’d chosen a short skirt for a reason, and the feeling of him against your wet satin panties had you whining into his mouth. 

He glanced around, aware of the numerous people nearby, and dropped your leg suddenly, pulling you into the refresher and locking the door. It was single-occupancy, which made it perfect, because your shirt was already on the ground and you were in his arms, tugging his shirt over his head as he kicked his pants off. 

“Gods, you got naked fast,” you chuckled, tilting your head as his mouth ravaged your neck. 

“Problem?” His breath tickled your collarbone as he unhooked your bra with one hand and whipped it off your arms effortlessly. Fuck, he was hot. 

“Only that you’re not inside of me.” He snorted, cupping your breasts and squeezing them just hard enough to know that you were going to have your mind blown in a few minutes. Then he hiked your skirt up to your waist and dropped to his knees. Dextrous fingers grazed along your thighs before tracing a single, tantalizing line up the middle of your panties, and his heavy-lidded eyes flickered up to you, eyebrows curved in needy desire. He leaned in, brushing his nose against your sex before moving to the waistband, taking the fabric between his teeth and moving it down. You wiggled to help, biting your lip at the sight of him, and once they reached your ankles, you flung them off your foot. 

“Look at you,” he crooned, rising up on his knees a bit to kiss your inner thigh. “The sounds I’m going to make you make…”

“You can– ahhhh.” Your words died on your lips as he buried his face in your pussy, waggling his tongue on your clit with no warning and making your knees shake. Your hand flew to the top of his head to steady yourself, and you flung your head back against the wall as his strong arms wrapped around your thighs, tilting your hips to give him better access. He gently pulled up the hood of your clit with a thumb, exposing you even more, and flicked his tongue so lightly it was absolute torture. Your legs were trembling as he continued to lick, sliding his mouth along your folds before plunging his tongue in. You cursed loudly, bucking your hips into his face as he moved, holding you steady as he pressed his face between your legs, moaning against your pussy and nearly sending you over the edge. When he sucked your clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, your knees really did buckle, caught only by his strong shoulders. 

“Can’t take it, princess?” he gloated, rising to his feet and scooping your legs up on either side of him. He shifted his weight forward, pinning you against the wall with his hips, holding your legs open. 

“Are you fucking kidding me,” you panted, more from disbelief at his strength than indignation at his taunt. 

“Minus the kidding.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, spread wide for him as he pressed his cock against your entrance, sliding it along the slick mess he’d made of you. Fingernails dug into your thighs as he toyed with you, slipping his head between your folds before pulling it back out. It was intoxicating and infuriating all at once, and you tried to move your hips toward him, aching to have him fully. He was losing any semblance of restraint, breathing hard as he held you tighter, and he sank in slowly, earning a long, blissful moan from you with each painstaking inch. He finally bottomed out, shuddering involuntarily as his eyes fluttered closed, and you ran a hand up the back of his head, the other gripping his shoulder for dear life. 

“Now who can’t take it?” you teased, a jolt of energy bursting in your gut as his eyes flew open, dark and lustful beneath lowered brows. He drew his hips back then thrust into you hard, the slapping sound almost drowning out your gasp. “Fuck yes,” you breathed, fueling the fire even more. He lowered his head to your neck, sucking a mark onto it as he pushed his cock in again and again. Your entire body was moving up and down, waves of ecstasy crashing over you with each sinful drive of his hips against you. He watched your tits bounce as he picked up the pace, panting against your collarbone as he pounded you. Your moans grew louder, fingers digging into his flesh as his cock dragged against your walls again and again. You didn’t know how much more you could take, but you also didn’t ever want it to end. So when he angled himself to hit your sensitive spot with deepening thrusts, rearranging your insides until you were whimpering in delirious euphoria, you dropped a hand between your legs The feeling of his slick cock pumping your pussy was intoxicating, and with barely a touch to your clit, you were coming. Loudly. 

He groaned helplessly as you clenched around him, your curses and pleas pushing him toward his own climax. You rubbed yourself through your orgasm; it seemed to last forever, and as you slowly came down, he relaxed his pace as well, eventually setting you down on your wobbly legs. You held onto him for dear life, caressing the curves of his back, which was covered in a light sheen of sweat. When you had finally regained your senses enough to take a deep, shuddering breath, you looked at him in hazy bliss. 

“What about you?” you murmured, feeling his cheeks curve into a smile where they rested against the side of your face. 

“I think you’ve got one more in you,” he whispered, sending a shiver down your spine. 

He was probably right. 

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♡ = Fluff

✿ = Smut

★ = Angst

✘ = DDDNE

Not that kind of guy (Stalker!Anakin) - @xzaddyzanakinx ♡ ✿ ★ ✘

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14,

Milk & cookies (Sugar Daddy!Anakin) - @sftykth ♡ ✿ ★

Part 2,

Forgive me? (SpiderMan!Anakin) - @ysrjune ★ ♡ ✿

Dilf!Anakin - @fuckmyskywalker ✿

Haunted (Gf!Anakin) - @shebreathedherlast ★

Final girl (Serial Killer!Anakin) - @hanasnx ★ ✿ ✘

Desperate men - @katiapostsss ✿

“If you want more love, why don’t you say so?” 6’7!Anakin - @hanasnx ♡ ✿

Breeding kink - @jediavengers ✿

Spit kink - @anklebitingbrat ✿

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Mind reading - @ddejavvu ★ ♡

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Bad girl - @bb-eilish ✿

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Jesse having the time of his life with a Zeltron

Part 1 (Fives & Wolffe) | Part 2 (Rex)

There's really no good way to censor this so here you go.

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Hotshot [c.f.99]

CW: Poly!batchxreader, group sex, exhibitionism, oral sex (m&f recieving), double penetration, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, vaginal and anal creampie, multiple partners, cumshots, anal sex, ass eating, spanking, praise, authority kink, cucking? kinda?, implied recording of sex, mention of weapons, mentions of aftercare, overstimulation, post season 7 pre omega, dom/sub dynamics, allusions to subspace, slight degradation, shower sex, mutual pining lots of kissing, no clonecest, liberties for hunter's tattoo, reader has hair long enough to pull, reader gets picked up and carried, i probably missed something let me know!

A/N: 5.6k of pure smut, absolutely no plot here. All mistakes are mine, repost and let me know what/if you like <3

As you climb the steps to the Marauder, something about this mission feels different.  It's been months since you've been away from the boys, and almost as long since you cared.  

Since running away from the clutches of the empire and charming your way aboard the ship you've become an asset to the team even in just your companionship, but it was also nice to have someone around who wasn't a clone.  It made it that much easier to do recon, and also that much easier to infiltrate a group because your face wasn't spread across every corner of the Empire. 

However, the longer you stayed with them, the more you valued what made them different.  You learned who to go to for help with blaster trouble, and even learned to overlook Crosshair’s slights during your target practice.  You’ve also learned that Hunter was sensitive to flowers and strong scents and that he had the best-smelling soap aboard the ship (and never seemed to mind when you used it). Tech, on the other hand, was always great at making you feel included, but was always, always going to double-check anything you did to the ship ‘just in case.’ Echo might've been one of the most interesting people to talk to, during his work with the 501st and the glory days of working alongside some of the most powerful Jedi in the galaxy he saw many planets and cultures that you had only dreamed about.   Wrecker, well, he was a big softy despite his talent for demolitions and overall penchant for violence, he was the first to volunteer to take you out and stretch your legs in a nearby city and to help you bring home rations (and a sweet treat or two) for the rest of the crew, and has even carried you home from cantina trips a time or two. 

They were closer than any other troop you'd seen, all depending and working so tightly and neatly together you'd think that adding you to the mix would complicate things but all you seemed to do was fit in like sand in the desert.   You fell into a routine, they'd leave you at the ship during more dangerous jobs, typically with Echo or Tech at your side to assist with any repairs as you kept the inside of the ship in order, and kept a close eye on any equipment and prepping rations and meals as they became available. 

After a stop on Batuu, in which you fought every urge to procure a Loth cat, instead letting Crosshair buy you a long thin vibroblade to appease you.  “I haven't given up by the way.” You shout over your shoulder, as you settle into your seat before the others.  

“I've thought so.” Tech, his voice more amused than anything.  “Let us not berate the woman so that she uses that thing on us, shall we? We are cleared for takeoff.” Wrecker chuckles at the idea of you brandishing the thin blade to any of them.  You could hold your own for sure, but you were no ARC trooper. 

You settle aboard, staying seated until you reach the upper atmosphere, locking your cloak away with your blade, settling back into the seat near the cockpit, and resting your head against the wall.   

“If you need rest, my bunk is open,”  Wrecker whispers his words and his voice contradicting each other.  He's gruff but his speech is soft like he's afraid to startle you, he's cleaning his blaster but leans forward to speak softly to you. “It's still the biggest bunk.” He smiles and with his helmet in his lap, you can see the intense scaring over the side of his head, and your fingers twitch at your side begging to caress it.

“I'm fine thank you.”  You beam at him surprised by the crack in your voice and not wanting to seem ungrateful for the gesture.  “I’m quite content out here.”  Wrecker blushes, as if embarrassed he even brought it up.  

You can hear the audible judgemental breath of Crosshair even from your position behind his back, as he examines his rifle, something amiss and there's a thick tension in the room you can't quite place.  Glancing around as they settle in for take-off, none of them seem to want to meet your eyes.  

“I didn't expect you all to get so shy, I thought maybe you were starting to warm up to me.”   You let your voice trail off, a hint of a tease that cuts into the thick tension in the air for a brief moment. Before Hunter sharply stands up and lets his feet carry him towards you.  

Last night’s mission for Rex was messier than any of you had expected and used up the last of your bacta supply.  Hence the trip to Batuu, and what you thought was a tense conversation about purpose or authority between the group.  You’d overheard something about keeping secrets when you’d greeted them at the ship’s ramp and the pinched nerve in Hunter’s jaw encouraged you to keep your mouth shut.  Since the tension between each of them has been as taught and dangerous as a tightrope.  As the long-haired clone approached you, you sat straighter, already apologizing for being difficult before he cut you off. 

Leaning down until he is practically whispering in your ear, "We are programmed to be professional first and foremost. And we are not always so shy."

Just sharing your space with him has your body reacting to him, vibrating in both fear and a sneaking feeling of arousal.  His breath is hot and you turn to look into his dark brown eyes, eyes you should be so familiar with. “I am not an officer, I do not bite, and there's no reason to be formal.” the sentence comes out as a squeak, and you try to hide embarrassment flashing through your cheeks. 

He smiles, his voice dips lower but is so soft you swear you can feel his words caress your skin, “Easy hotshot, we might like a woman who bites.”

Oh, oh wow. We.

In an instant, everything and all your feelings about them shift and change.  You spent the last few rotations convincing yourself it was normal to feel bubbly around them, they'd saved you, and they were providing for you.  This feeling, the unmistakable pull of longing and need in the pit of your belly, would complicate things.  

Hunter stands and departs the conversation with an ease you envy.  You take a deep breath and compose yourself just to look up and see the rest of the crew watching you, like a wounded animal, you catch just a glimmer of a blush in Echo’s face.  

Rex mentioned they were a tight-knit group he seemed shocked you fell in line with them, but hell you didn't expect this.  Each of them is in their thoughts as you glance around the ship.  Echo and Tech are busying themselves with the controls, but you can see Echo worrying his lip, and Tech turning his head to glance at you every few moments as if wondering what will happen first.  Or rather who?  

Crosshair stares at you, blankly like he's trying to read every line in your smile or every wrinkle in your clothes, your eyes click together and he smiles like a lothcat with a womprat in his teeth. “You're not intimidated by us?”  It's almost as if he's as shocked as the fact itself,   there's a cutting edge to the statement like you should be, and then a corner of his mouth turns up. “You like being here,” he tests the statement as if tasting the fact on his tongue, “with all of us.”

You smirk, doing your best to match the heat in his stare, “I am grateful. I've never felt so important or wanted,” you swallow thickly letting the heat in your body you know Hunter can sense, speak for itself,   “At least, not yet.” You shift in your seat glancing up at Hunter who is glaring hungrily at your chest as if he could hear your heart leap in your chest with every passing moment.  

 You glance up to the stars ahead of the ship, Tech looks like he's preparing the ship to jump to light speed.  The return mission, at its worst, should only take a few days and even less of that is travel, normally you're not one for long lightspeed trips but this time you wonder if it will be too short.

The way the crew looks at you makes your skin tingle, not sure if you’ve ever been paid this much attention before.  As the ship lurches into hyperspace, you let your head lull back to catch Hunter's attention, peering up towards his face as your chin hovers just a foot away from his codpiece.  

Doing your best to keep your breath even, a part of you wishes to stand and kiss him, but this time it’s your turn to feel shy.  You stand, brushing your chest across Hunter’s’ and waltzing over to lean against the control panel of the ship and the two quieter clones on this ship.

The moment Tech realizes you’re moving towards him his posture is stuck straight, but Echo only leans slightly towards you as you pass your hand over his shoulder.  Standing at the front of the ship has only allowed them all to stare at you, your heart skips a beat.  You see Hunter’s eye twitch, he is reading you like a book.

“Well,” you speak slowly and eloquently, playing into their curiosity, “How should we pass the time?”

“Come here.” the room's attention snaps to Crosshair, whose red-hot gaze is marring into your skin. Silence falls over the craft as Crosshair lifts a hand and gestures toward his empty waiting lap.   Slowly, Echo, Tech, and Wrecker turn again towards you but Hunter stays strong locked into some silent dialogue with his brother.  

You feel as if it is entirely dangerous to cross the space between the two. Yet your feet carry you without worry, and neither of them breaks until their vision is obstructed by your body. You turn facing the softened expression in Hunter’s eyes, and slowly lower yourself onto Crosshair's lap.  

Placing your hands on his knees to steady yourself, you lean back until your head is resting on his chest and his breath is hot against the shell of your ear. “Good girl.” 

His whispers send shivers down your spine and Hunter sinks to his knees in front of you, as Cross removes your shirt from over your head and the rest of the Batch descends upon you like wolves.  

As Hunter’s face presses against the softness of your hip, Tech's teeth graze your neck and Wrecker's hands smooth over your nipples, you're overwhelmed at their strength.  These are battle-hardened soldiers, Crosshair runs a calloused finger down your spine, and you're reminded how soft you are.  Your skin is plush and comforts all of Hunter’s senses as the boys proceed to lose themselves upon you, you're reminded of the comfort they provide for you, a safety net you never knew you craved and the appetite you never knew could become so hungry.  

Your canvas pants are ripped down the leg by Wrecker and Hunter’s combined efforts, the sound almost drowned out by a collection of panting wanton noises, and the scraps hit the floor out of sight.  

Hunter noses across the top of your panties, letting his breath fan over the sensitive skin of your pussy as you feel Cross shift his hips and push his hard cock into your ass.  All of them are in full armor, save for the helmets, yet you lie strewn out before them slick pooling in your panties as they take turns pulling pleasure from your body like they serve no higher purpose.  

It's Wrecker who pulls himself from his flight suit first, and you can't remember ever having such a physical reaction to something like this before.  You reach out on instinct, fingers not wrapping completely around his girth and teasing the pink tip until it begins to leak into your palm.  He towers over your head as whimpers and shudders wrack through his body as though he's never been touched.  

You catch a glimpse of Echo, standing slightly off to the side, watching with his pupils fully dilated as he follows the path of Hunter’s mouth on your skin his face flush with crimson.  Tilting your head back you turn towards Crosshair and give him a deep kiss, letting him lick into your mouth feverishly. Hunter’s fingers trace over your seam delicately over the thin fabric of your panties as they grow transparent with your desire.  

Wrecker’s cock is thick and heavy in your hand, and you clench wantingly around nothing, his hips brush into your hand with a tenderness you long to experience. Crosshair snakes a hand up your chest and cradles the thin skin over your throat, chasing Tech’s glancing kisses away,  but taking the opportunity to encourage you to grind your hips against his cock.  

In a few mere movements, the men surrounding you have altered your state of mind and each passing touch coaxes you further into submission.  Tech shifts and lets his breath ghost over your nipples, you turn your head and catch Hunter in a deep kiss noting how different he tastes and feels against you. You let your thumb swipe over the leaking tip of Wrecker's cock, and fight the urge to stuff your fingers in your mouth to taste.  

Hunter breaks the kiss and steps away, letting Echo take his place between your legs but not before using his dagger to cut the hip of your undergarments and stuffing them into one of his pant pockets.  

You blush at the obscenity of it all, but it quickly soothed away but the cool metal of Echo’s headpiece brushing over your thighs. Wordlessly Crosshair adjusts the seat so your pussy is presented to Echo, leaning more onto your back and looking up at the boys devouring your form. 

His mouth is hot, licking softly over your clit as you relax with Crosshair stroking the pulse point in your neck.  You’re slick with arousal and he doesn’t hesitate to lick it up teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue. 

You writhe, letting yourself melt against him, fighting to stay concentrated enough to play with Wrecker’s balls tugging and rolling them beneath your fingers.  Eager to pleasure every one of them.  

Echo’s glove ghosts over your sex, teasing your entrance with a digit, the leather smoothly gliding over your skin. Hunter and Tech each take to stroking down your thighs and holding them in place, “Easy, meshla, we will take good care of you.” 

Your mind is swimming, when did this start? Tech steps a hair closer to your face, tilting your jaw up with his free hand, and slips a finger past your lips. You suck lightly, sure to match the pace at which you’re stroking Wrecker.  You get a praising hum, and Tech surprisingly is the second to drop his pants and pull himself free. Stroking himself to the rhythm of you teasing him with a curl of your tongue.    

It's the tangled moan of you around Tech’s fingers that breaks Crosshair, his pants unbearably tight and each little movement of your hips making him clench his jaw to stave the noises that die in his throat.  He lifts you to your feet, and removes his pants, letting himself spring free.  You have to admit you expected the armor to be harder to take off. 

You stand on unsteady feet, in an attempt to turn your head towards Crosshair, Hunter captures your chin in two fingers locking your eyes together.  “Echo.” A chuckle reverberates between them, all seemingly on board with whatever plan this could be. Echo slides flat onto his back looking up at you and the rest of the boys.  The realization is enough to make you shiver. Your pussy clenches, still empty, but a dripping mess sticks your thighs together.  Hunter’s eyes are burning through your resolve, there’s an intensity you’d come to respect that now sends a spike of fear through you.  “Sit.”

You go to protest but are quickly shut down and you look around at the men surrounding you eagerly but patiently waiting for you to follow his instructions.  Swallowing thickly over the lump in your throat, you sink to your knees and hover a few inches from Echo’s waiting mouth.  From your knees they tower above you, all but Hunter free from their confines.  You get a good look at the three cocks, all weeping and swollen pink across their tip, beautifully complimenting the darker-tanned skin of their shaft.  

Each of them was different, which only slightly surprises you, Wrecker being the thickest, but both Tech and Crosshair meet him in length.  You can feel each breath from Echo’s mouth, knowing you're probably close to dripping across his chin. You lower slowly, afraid to hurt him, until he licks the seam of your entrance savoring the hot flesh and you seek his tongue sitting on his face in earnest.  His mouth brings welcome waves of pleasure as he suckles on your clit.  

They pump themselves slowly, enjoying the view of your tits bouncing with each shiver.   You start to move your hips in small circles while reaching to palm over Crosshair’s balls and stroking up over his shaft squeezing a bead of precome from the tip.  You open your mouth and glance between them, expecting to see some kind of hierarchy emerge but they take a half step toward you together.  

You opt for taking Tech into your mouth, but only because he's in the middle, letting yourself drool around him as you suck on the thick knot of his cock head, before turning and spitting the excess saliva onto Crosshair’s cock coating it with slick to make your fist glide against him nice and quickly. Tightening around the base and working more of those beautiful precum drips from his leaking tip.  

You snap back to Tech’s cock, tasting the sweat of his skin, and the desire for your body grows with each passing second as he throbs needfully in your mouth.  

Echo is teasing your clit with calculated movements of his tongue, licking around it in sharp purposeful circles, and sucking on it every few passes.  Enough to make your brain fuzz up each time his lips seal around you as Tech nudges the back of your throat to earn a gag.  

You pull off him again, this time gathering the drool in your mouth to cover as much of Wrecker's cock as you physically can.  His cock is so heavy it sways low on his hips thick and so hard your body is already aching for the sting that will accompany the stretch.  You use the thick spit to pump him slower, allowing yourself a moment to admire what has to be the largest you'll ever get the chance to worship. 

The slick sounds are broken with an “Atta girl.”  in the shape of a deep growl from Wrecker’s chest.  He reaches and gathers some drool from your chin and brushes it over your lip and you open instinctively, just as Echo uses his tongue to prod at your entrance.  His praise is as wholesome as his affection for you.

Hunter has taken a seat across from the rest of you, watching as if analyzing each movement of your legs as they quiver from the ravenous pleasure and your throat tightens around the length of Crosshair's shaft.  His thin fingers find purchase at the back of your neck, urging you to sputter around him and the sick squelch just barely audible beneath your moans. 

Echo swiftly plunges two fingers into your pussy, crooking them and stroking deliciously at your g-spot and forcing you to pull yourself away from Crosshair to let your head drop as you fight for composure.  “Let yourself enjoy it little one.  It won’t be your last.” Cross takes the tip of his cock and taps the tip to your tongue.  

You swear, body humming and teetering on the edge before losing yourself to one hellishly explosive orgasm.  It shocks you, body shaking and toes curling against the cool floor as your body burns in the aftershocks Echo works you through it with some tentative kisses to your entrance, and he encourages you to sit up so he can slide out from under you. 

So much of the room is spinning you don’t notice Tech sitting in front of you until you’re kissing him.  His tongue finds yours in a syrupy sweet and methodical kiss as you fight to catch your breath.  Wrecker moves behind you, running his rough hands down your back and palming the flesh of your ass, striking it with a loud slap.  

Tech swallows your gasp, pinching your nipples and pulling them as Wrecker bends you at the waist until you’re scrambling to your hands and knees sucking Tech into your mouth with a compliant and satisfied hum.  

Hunter speaks up, “Turn around.” The trance is broken for the briefest of seconds, and you don't have time to think before they’re turning you so you’re faced with Wrecker’s huge cock and Tech teases your entrance with the tip of his cock.  The passive command that Hunter has over all of you gives you goosebumps, his authority even stronger than the ache they share for you. 

You sink to your elbows, propping your ass up on display and practically begging for Tech to fuck you, pushing back onto the head of his cock, all while blinking away tears as Wrecker’s size makes your jaw ache.  The larger man splays his hand across the back of your head, inciting your thick moans as you work as much of him as you can fit. 

Tech’s hips pitch forward and he’s splitting you open in one fluid deep thrust until your ass is nestled against his hips and he grunts at the eager squeeze of your sex around him. You work your hips in sync with your head the drag of his cock along your walls is unlike anything you’ve ever felt.  He shifts from both knees to one, allowing a deeper thrust to kiss your cervix with a hiss of pain-laced pleasure.  He sets a pace, hips meeting yours in synchronous harmony, and the three of you get lost in each other's pleasure.  

You’re briefly aware of Crosshair stroking himself above you and Hunter is still watching with bated breath as you service his brothers, wondering if you’ll let each of them have a turn or if they’ll need to give you a break.  

Tech snakes a hand around to press a firm thumb against your clit, and a rush of fluid hits the floor of the cargo space that permeates his senses. The sickly sweet smell of your release coats his tongue and he chokes the head of his cock through his clothes to stop him from cumming before he even gets to touch you.  

Your vision is white, and you’re vaguely aware of the spend running down your thighs.  When Tech pulls himself free with a grunt you feel the hot ropes of his cum on your back you whine, feeling ashamed that you long for him to finish inside of you.  You clench around nothing and sit up to look at Wrecker who brushes a hair out of your face.  You kiss him, softly at first, unsure of his comfort with the taste of his precome in your mouth, but he growls and lifts you by your waist, licking into your mouth as he helps you hover over his cock.  

You take advantage of the break, wrapping your arms around his neck and taking the weight off your knees in favor of straddling him. Even in his lap, you’re looking up at him.  Letting gravity do some of the work, you adjust to let him prod at your entrance and sink slowly onto him, the slick warmth of your pussy a welcome substitute for your pretty mouth. 

His chest rumbles beneath yours, groaning as your pussy flutters around him.  You kiss him through a grimace, “Take your time.” He whispers against your mouth, low enough you’re not sure the others hear him.  Heart swelling at the compassion, you let him slowly rock his hips against you, easing his way into your heat and keeping his hands splayed across your hips to support you.  

It’s a slow process, each inch accompanied by breathless and muffled moans followed by kisses and words of endearment.  “You can take it mesh’la.” You’re nearly there, body so in tune with his every word you nearly forgot your showmanship. 

Crosshair is to your right, one hand gripping the base of his cock as precome dribbles and hangs just out of reach from your eager tongue, muttering something in a language you don’t understand. 

You swear you can feel the throb of Wrecker inside of you, and he presses his mouth to your forehead as he pistons his hips slowly angling your body in a way so that he’s moving you along his shaft effortlessly. 

Breathless and spent, you let him.  Being filled by him is almost overwhelming, each push and pull feeling like he's going to split you in half.   He mumbles and groans into your hairline, speaking nonsense in between bitten-off praise.  When his fingers find your clit you all but cry, shaking your head in protest, “Please- I can't.” 

It's Hunter that answers your cries, “You can.” His voice hoarse with need and restraint, “Be a good girl.” Your brow furrows, in concentration, tossing your head back in near agony at the overstimulation. 

Wrecker leans forward and presses his mouth to the column of your throat sucking on the thin skin and leaving a pink welt in his wake.  You feel as if you could explode, not able to hear the sounds of your screams as you shudder and writhe under his touch, against his skin and your body falls slack with the overwhelming pleasure. 

He lifts his face and you catch a pleased smile, like a loth-wolf with its prey in its teeth.  As he throbs and fucks his spend deep into your core.  They all see the muted smile tug at the corner of your mouth as Wrecker cums inside you.  

He holds you for a moment, kissing over the reddish blemish on your throat and waiting for you to make eye contact with him before slipping free with a tangled whimper from both of you.  

Wrecker wraps your legs around him and stands on sturdy legs, you cling to him, resting your cheek on his shoulder hyperaware of the wetness between your thighs. He sets you on Hunter's lap, in your euphoria, he’s lost his pants and sits still in a pair of soft cotton underwear, stark black against his tanned abdomen.  It’s now that you notice his tattoo, so familiar with the portion on his face you never notice how the tattoo bleeds across the entire left side of his body.  

The lines are both clean and elegant, highlighting the rich flawless tone of his figure.  Gorgeously broad shoulders with rippling cords of muscles supporting your cheek as you rest your head lazily and admire him.  Placing a lingering and exhausted kiss to the stretch of skin between his shoulder and neck and relishing the warmth of him against your sweat-soaked skin, in the extra cold air of a ship in hyperspace.  

He runs his fingers through your hair, scratching lightly and working every line of tension out of you over a few minutes.  You distantly hear the sound of the fresher’s shower being turned on.  Crosshair is gone, and you fear a pang of regret and pity. 

 Your breath is coming easier by the time, Hunter carries you towards the sound of the water.  Crosshair meets you both under the water’s spray refreshing your senses and soothing the ache of your muscles. You get settled on your feet between them, legs feeling like they’re made of sand, Hunter’s body is pressed tightly to your back, anchoring and steadying you as you greet Crosshair with an inviting kiss. 

He welcomes your touch, all but overtaking your space completely as you get pressed between the two of them and lost to the feeling of their bodies against yours, Hunter nestled into the small of your back and Crosshair’s cock leaking and purple with need against your belly.

The steam only adds to the dreamlike quality of it all, tendrils wafting off the ground and highlighting the sight of your ass pressed against him.  Hunter doesn’t want to hurt you, but each passing second without fucking you is making him lose his sanity.  As if he might just sink into the floor with the weight of his need crushing him entirely.  

He nibbles at your earlobe, earning a low whine from your chest.  You tilt your head in invitation for his affection, kissing up the column of your neck and tasting the water on your skin tangled with the smell of his brothers.  He makes eye contact with Crosshair, and they communicate silently as they spin you around and switch roles.  

Hunter licking into your mouth and letting his hand run down to your hip and pull you to him.  Expecting the press of Crosshair to your back, you’re startled when you feel the graze of his teeth on your ass.  His palms run over the smooth skin, kneading the flesh and watching it move in response to his touch.  

Crosshair splays a hand on the small of your back, urging you to lean forward.  You glance over your shoulder as he spreads you open and licks a stripe across your asshole. The feeling sends a shiver down your spine, you hear a chuckle as he presses the pad of his thumb into you and watches you with a hungry stare. 

Hunter distracts you, kissing you slowly and running his hands soothingly down your back as Crosshair preps you to take him until he’s working two fingers in and out of you and sucking a bruise into your hip to match the one adorning your throat.  

You nibble on Hunter’s lip, and bury your hands into his hair, tugging at the root living for the whimpers you get out of him.  Crosshair kisses his way up your spine, standing straight, and this time you see them.  There’s a small nod of agreement and both of them turn their full attention to you, “You gonna let us fuck you cyar’ika?”

 Without hesitation, you nod.  You’re not able to explain, how you were able to wrap your arms around Hunter as he hoisted you up his waist and you sank down onto his length.  Maybe it was adrenaline, maybe it was the way he demanded your submission through the tone of his voice.  No, you thought, it was the way he sounded like he was begging you, he commanded your attention but the way he used his authority had you believing that you, and what he asked of you, was the most important thing in the galaxy.  You wanted nothing more than to give him everything he asked for and more. 

They give you a moment, Hunter biting his lip as your cunt squeezes him like you haven’t already come three times already.  You throw an arm around Crosshair’s neck opening your legs just enough for him to slot himself against you and slowly push into you with the cant of his hips.  

He goes incredibly slow, sawing his hips back and forth and relishing in the feeling of Hunter’s cock also nestled deep inside you making you impossibly tighter and the friction of your walls against him.  

It feels like too much, pain and pleasure mixing in an enchanting cocktail of stimulation, yet still the familiar tug of an orgasm stirs in your belly.  You suppress a sob at the idea of coming for a fourth time around the both of them.  They hush you, nuzzling against you and pressing righteous and thankful kisses to your skin, “Look at you, pretty girl.” Crosshair’s voice is so low and drawn out that it takes every last shred of your concentration to hear what he’s saying, “You look so good taking everything we give you.” 

The inflection acts like a highlight reel, your body remembering along with your brain the feeling of being the center of attention during your first orgasm.  The complexity of your second. The white-hot stretch of Wrecker using and worshipping your body filling you to the brim during the aftershocks of your third.  Hunter whispers against the shell of your ear, “Good girl.” Reading the signs of your body and feeling the crest of your orgasm build around him, and pulling you over the edge with his praise. 

He presses his forehead to yours as he follows close behind, senses overwhelmed and fighting the bend to his knees as they buckle with the intensity of his climax.

Crosshair pumps into you from behind, lifting one of your legs slightly and changing the angle so he can thrust deeper grinding into you, and urging you to lean more heavily on him to keep the three of you from collapsing as he stills and spills into you. 

The three of you pant in silence, ragged breath lost in the noise of the water hitting the metal floor of the fresher, you wordlessly separate.  The endorphins running through your bloodstream turn your muscles' pain into a blissful ache you never want to forget.