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@mikasaackerman728 The whole company would be placing bets on them and when they'd finally get together 🤣 the best wingmen and the biggest supporters of that ship lol you can't convince me otherwise ❤️❤️

Jaig Eyes

Summary: Soulmates are forbidden among the clones. Yours just happens to be a certain Captain. Thankfully, he's not above breaking the rules sometimes.

Pairing: Captain Rex x medic!reader

Warnings: NSFW, smut, P in V sex, no foreplay, unprotected sex, some description of battles, wounds, slight blood mention, drinking, partying, Soulmate AU

A/N: Rex my baby, my boy, one of my OG faves. It's about time I wrote something for him. I'm a little delirious from the heat, but I'm still alive. This was supposed to be the first one of the series but Tech and Crosshair demanded more attention.

MASTERLIST

The explosions are loud, even with the tanks as far ahead as they are. Your adrenaline is pumping, but you keep breathing, keeping it under control. That’s why you were chosen for this position, after all. Your ability to keep control even under the most overwhelming, stressful situations.

Your home planet got hit hard early in the war. Due to its location near four major hyperspace lanes, both sides of the war needed to control it, and that came at the expense of its inhabitants. Many people lost their lives in the brutal battle, both civilians and clones. There wasn’t much left of your home afterwards, most inhabitants of the city displaced.

So you decided to leave and join the GAR as a medic. You already had the experience, and after doing everything you could to help during the invasion, you had decided to put your life plans on hold and join the army.

Your ability to keep calm under extreme duress had impressed your instructors during your training, and so they had given you the title of combat medic, and sent you off with the 501st Legion. You had practically been thrown right into the field, not that you had expected much less.

Kix, the clone medic you served under, had given you a brief tour and rundown on the way to provide reinforcements to the 104th. He had warned you that the area they were landing in was going to be hot, and to expect to jump in right away.

You had expected nothing less, having already seen just how ugly the front lines can be.

That’s where you are now, treating troopers practically as they fall.

“The Captain’s down!”

The words ring loud and clear through your comm, the energy of the entire battalion shifting. You have yet to meet any of the clone commanders, much less the Captain of the 501st. You had been thrown into this rather rapidly. There would be a time for introductions later.

Your name is called through the comms, Kix appearing with another trooper, dragging who you assumed was the Captain between them. They lay him on the ground, the other trooper running back into the heat of the battle.

“We need to stabilize him before we can move him.” Kix says, kneeling next to the Captain.

You kneel on his other side, taking a look at him. His entire right shoulder piece is missing, an ugly wound oozing blood. It’s a nasty shot, but he’s lucky it’s not on the left.

“Bacta.” Kix says and you hand off an injector from your belt.

You move to take off his helmet, your breath catching in your throat. Your eyes are drawn to his helmet, above his visor. The marking on it. You knew most of the clones used some sort of marking to distinguish themselves. Whether it be on their armor, or tattoos, or hairstyles, they all had unique aspects about them to give them individuality.

This one, though. This one is startling to you.

Most species in the galaxy experience the phenomenon of soulmates. There are a number that don’t, but they are vastly outnumbered by those that do.

How one is linked to their soulmate can vary. Yours just happens to be the identifying mark. A symbol or even a phrase that means something to your other half. Or, for the lucky few, an entire name. Most got them at birth, or some shortly after. Rarely were there huge gaps in age between soulmates. Given the vast dichotomy of species in the galaxy, fate wasn’t that unkind.

Well, most liked to think it wasn’t.

Your mark showed up eleven years ago. You had already been well into your childhood when you woke up one morning to find a symbol on your chest. You’d never seen anything like it before. After some extensive research, you came to learn they’re called jaig eyes, a symbol used by Mandalorians for distinguished warriors. A symbol of bravery, tattooed over your heart in blue.

You had thought your soulmate might be Mandalorian, and so you had spent years planning and working towards a trip to Mandalore.

Then the war started, and your planet was invaded.

The entire situation had left such an impact on you, you decided to push your dreams of Mandalore, and your soulmate, aside for the time being. If fate had paired you together, you would meet eventually.

You hadn’t expected this though.

Your hands are shaking just a bit as you grab his helmet, pulling it off. You support his neck, easing his head to lie in the dirt. His face is pinched as Kix ties a tourniquet around his shoulder.

“I’m fine.” He grunts out, nose scrunching in pain.

“The gaping hole in your shoulder says otherwise.” Kix says, injecting the shot of bacta into the wound.

You grimace a bit, knowing how much that hurts. Your own fingers pull down his blacks, exposing enough of his neck to administer a stim shot. You can see as it begins to kick in, numbing the pain and giving him a boost of energy. His face begins to soften, body relaxing a bit.

Kix calls for an evac, two troopers easing the Captain onto a stretcher before removing him from the heat of the battle. You clear your head, moving on to the next injured trooper. The battle isn’t over. You have a lot more work to do before you can think about this new development.

****

You wipe your brow, body starting to drag as the adrenaline crashes. The battle had ended, but your job was only getting started. There was still a field of injured troopers that needed care, as well as a full med bay.

“I’m impressed.” Kix says, finishing applying the bacta patch on the final trooper that needed care. “Not many nat-borns can keep going that long after being in the field.”

You shrug. “It’s not my first time on the battlefield. My home planet was one of the first invaded by the Separatists. Most of it was wiped out by the battles. I learned very quickly to stay busy. If you’re not doing anything, you remember you’re human and you crack.”

Kix puts a hand on your shoulder. “Go get some rest. We’ll be fine here.”

“Thank you, sir.” You nod, heading off to the bunks.

You hop in the refresher, wishing it was real water, but the sonic shower will do. You don’t let it hit you until you crawl into your bunk, letting the day wash over you finally. You’re shaking, silent tears rolling down your cheeks. You’d mastered the quiet cry a long time ago, not wanting to disturb your fellow medics getting some much needed rest.

You’re exhausted, but you’ve seen far too much today to let yourself rest just yet.

You need to work through it. If you bottle it up, you’ll only explode later.

You close your eyes, the image of the jaig eyes coming to the front of your brain. There was no mistaking it. It wasn’t the confusion of battle, or the stress making you see things. The Captain of the 501st has jaig eyes on his helmet, in the same shade of blue as the ones printed on your chest, right over your heart.

This is going to complicate things.

It was one of the first things you were taught in your training. Under no circumstances were clones allowed to initiate their soulmate links. If, by chance, one of them happened to be your soulmate, the link had to be rejected. If a clone was found to have iniated the link, they would be decommisioned immediately.

It’s cruel, but you can understand why.

The soulmate link is a powerful motivator. The clones were designed to be loyal, focused, and dedicated to fighting and winning the war. Many of the first generation of clones had deserted upon learning of their soulmate marks. It seemed even the most potent conditioning couldn’t overcome the yearning of ones soul to find its other half.

Even the most loyal clone would turn their back upon meeting the soulmate.

The thought of being rejected is terrifying. It’s a painful process for both involved. Some who have experienced it claim it feels like your body is being turned inside out, every cell on fire as your soul destroys the link. You remember every second of it, the horrible pain and the grief that settles in as you realize you’ll never be able to feel the same again.

You’ll never be the same again.

You can’t tell the Captain. He can never know. You can’t stand the thought of being rejected. Though the pain would ease with time, you’ll never forget it. You’d rather suffer through the pain of being so close but never initiating than feel the rejection of someone who may never have wanted to reject you.

****

Time flies quickly now that you’ve established yourself amongst the 501st. The Legion is constantly on the move, burning through battle after battle with little rest in between. According to Kix this is very common, with the Legion going sometimes weeks without a break. You know it can’t be good for them, recognizing the exhaustion on many of the trooper’s faces and in their body language.

You’re beginning to feel it too, tension knotting in your shoulders and the quality of your sleep has been declining. You know it’s not just the stress of constant adrenaline and work, though. Constantly being within close proximity of your soulmate and doing absolutely nothing about it has been wearing on you as well. You’ve spoken maybe ten words to each other when Kix had introduced you to the Captain after the first battle when you’d helped care for him.

Since then, you’d only seen him in passing.

It’s slowly driving you insane.

You’ve grown close to some of the troopers, especially those that frequented the med bay for “unjustified reasons” as Kix liked to call it. It was his code for “they did something stupid and now we have to fix them.”

You can’t really blame them for being a bit reckless sometimes. They deserved to have some fun every once in a while.

“There’s my favorite medic!” A heavy arm slings around your shoulder, nearly making your knees buckle. You’d been in one of the storage areas, cataloging everything the med bay needed to stock up on once you landed on Coruscant. “Excited about shore leave?” Fives asks.

“Actually I am.” You say, honestly. You had planned to book a hotel room and sleep off the stress. You hope the distance from your soulmate will help ease the tension that’s been building.

“A bunch of us are gonna hit 79s. You should come with us.” Echo says, popping up on the other side of you. You had been wondering where he was, as the two were rarely far from each other.

It’s a tempting offer. Losing yourself in a bar for a night might help ease the stress. Unless Captain Rex planned on being there too.

“I don’t know...” You say, chewing your lip. “I was planning on just relaxing.”

“Come on,” Fives squeezes you against his side. “It’s your first shore leave. Let us show you how we celebrate.”

You almost say no, but perhaps spending time around others will help you feel better. Even if Captain Rex is there, alcohol can help you forget. Perhaps you could even find someone else, someone to help you forget.

“Fine.” You sigh, but a smile tugs at your lips. “I’ll come with you.”

They both cheer, giving you breath-stealing pats on the back. Sometimes they forget they have to be gentler with non-clones.

“Meet you on the landing platform at 19:00 hours.” Five says.

You salute him jokingly, making your way to the med bay with a smile on your face.

***

You’re glad you thought to pack a dress for occasions like this. You’re also glad you packed a dress that covers your chest. The last thing you need is any of them seeing it. Would they report you? Would they tell the Captain? You’d like to think they wouldn’t. It’s not like you’d even been trying to talk to the Captain.

You check yourself in the mirror, making sure your mark is covered before you make your way out of the venator. As promised, a small group of guys is waiting on the landing pad, some of them having dressed down while others are still in their armor.

Fives whistles lowly as you approach, your cheeks warming a bit. “Looking good, civvy.”

“I mean, I know you’re a looker but kriff, you clean up well.” Jesse says, nonchalantly giving you a once over.

Your face feels hot with their attention and compliments, not used to being on the receiving end. “Thanks, guys.”

“Come on,” Fives tosses an arm across your shoulders. “Let’s get going!”

***

You feel warm, slightly buzzed as you make your way back towards the bunks. It’s late...or early depending on how you look at it. You’d had a good time with the guys. You’d danced and drank and laughed a lot. It was a good distraction, and it helped you decompress a bit. You’re exhausted, though, still ready to sleep the rest of shore leave away before you inevitably get thrown into another battle.

It’s the alcohol that’s dulled your senses a bit, not even noticing the person rapidly approaching behind you until they’ve spun you around, pressing you back into the wall.

“Fives!” You blink in shock up at Fives, his brow furrowed as he stares down at you. “W-What are you doing?”

Your heart is racing as his hand lifts towards your dress, all the worst possible things flashing through your head. He’s a flirt, but you’d never thought he’d go this far. Your buzzed brain has just got it in you to call out for help when his hand tugs the neck of your dress to the side, revealing the mark on your chest.

“I knew it.” He says, letting your dress fall back into place.

“How did you-”

“I glimpsed it while we were dancing.” He says simply. “I had to be sure.”

You step away from the wall, adjusting your dress. “Well you could have just asked instead of giving me a heart attack.”

“Sorry.” He says, actually managing to look guilty. “Why haven’t you said anything?”

“I don’t want to get rejected.” You say. “I’d rather live with the pain of him being close than live with the pain of rejection.”

Fives snorts. “He won’t reject you.”

You blink up at him. “What?”

A grin tugs at Fives’ lips. “He won’t reject you. Most of us don’t agree with the rule against soulmates, and we don’t plan on following it. Rex may be a Captain, but he’s not going to reject you just because he’s supposed to. If we followed the rules as rigidly as we’re supposed to, most of us would be dead already.” He puts a hand on your shoulder. “Talk to him. You never know when it might be too late.”

***

Despite Fives’ admission to their willingness to bend the rules, you haven’t approached the Captain. Partly because you’re still afraid, and also partly because you haven’t had time. After the brief shore-leave, the Legion had been thrown into a long campaign that had been taking its toll. Many, many troopers were injured, and you barely got time to sleep, let alone do anything else.

Like approaching the Captain about your soulmate mark.

After two long weeks of grueling battles, it’s finally over. Well, at least the fighting. You still have an overflowing med bay to get through.

Hours later, most of the troopers have been stabilized and on their way to healing. Kix sends you away, practically ordering you to bed. You don’t argue, your feet already dragging as you leave the med bay. You need a long cry and a nap, ready to crash.

You hadn’t meant it literally, but it seemed fate was getting tired of your avoidance.

You walk straight into a hard chest, nearly falling backwards. Hands steady you, and you look up right into the eyes of Captain Rex.

“S-Sorry Captain.” You stutter, taking a step back. “I-I wasn’t paying attention.”

“It’s alright.” He says, still holding your gaze. “I know you’ve been overwhelmed in the med bay recently. You’re all working hard.”

You nod. “Yeah.” You continue to stare at him, the words bubbling out of you before you can stop them. “I need to speak with you. Alone.”

He blinks in surprise. “Oh. Is there...something wrong? Is it one of the troopers?”

You shake your head. “No, no. It’s...” You almost backtrack. You almost change your mind, but those soft brown eyes draw you in. “It’s personal.”

He hesitantly leads you into one of the many storage rooms, making sure it’s empty. You hope no one walks in. You’re already nervous about bringing this up to the Captain. You’d rather not have to try and explain this to someone else.

You turn to face him as the door slides shut, looking up into his eyes again. His face is drawn and focused, and you almost feel bad for throwing this on him.

“I think you’re my soulmate.” You blurt out, wanting to get it all out in the open.

His eyes widen in surprise. “What?”

You bite your lip, stripping off your gear enough that you can lower the neckline of your shirt a bit. You draw it down, revealing the mark on your skin. “It appeared almost eleven years ago.”

He steps closer, staring hard at the mark. His hand lifts, his gloved fingers tracing over the lines of the jaig eyes. “The medic’s symbol.” He says, eyes still staring at the mark on your chest. “My mark, it’s the medic’s symbol.”

You let out a long breath. Fate really does plan out everything perfectly.

His hand leaves your chest, lifting to cup your chin. You step closer to him, your chests almost touching. How desperately you want to kiss him, to initiate the bond. You’re not even sure that’s what he wants.

“I think I’ve known since Kix introduced us.” He says, his hand still holding your chin.

“I knew the moment I saw you on the battlefield, when you got shot.” You say.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” He asks.

“I didn’t want to get rejected.” You admit. “I-I thought...but then Fives said-”

“Fives knows?” He asks.

You nod. “He saw the mark when we went out to 79s last shore leave.”

His grip tightens just a bit on your chin, jealousy flashing in his eyes.

“Nothing happened.” You quickly add, realizing your words left a little too much unsaid. “We just danced, and he confronted me after about it. He said you clones aren’t quite as uptight when it comes to rules as everyone thinks.”

The side of his mouth lifts in a smirk. “Not in this Legion at least. I do wish you’d said something sooner, but I understand if you didn’t know...I’m not going to reject you.” He holds you still for a moment before dropping his hand. “The General is being called back to Coruscant, so we’ll get a short leave once we return. Two hours after we land, come to the barracks. I’ll make sure they’re empty.”

Your stomach squirms with excitement. Even if you do nothing but sit and talk, the prospect of being close to your soulmate has your body coming alive. You nod, hardly able to contain yourself.

You don’t feel quite so tired anymore as you make your way to your own barracks.

***

The two hours after landing seems to take a lifetime. Your eyes flash to the chronometer constantly. The first half hour hadn’t been so dreadful, as you had spent most of that helping move still recovering troopers, and loading up carts to pick up supplies.

Then you’d found yourself with nothing to do but wait, so you had returned to your barracks to wait out the hour and a half before you’d make your way to the clone barracks. You’d considered dressing up, but you thought that might draw too much attention. Wearing light gear could at least give you an excuse for being there, should anyone ask.

You head out ten minutes before, knowing it will take you that long to get across the ship. The trooper’s bunked on the opposite side of the ship from the medics, who were close to the med bay.

Your stomach flutters with nerves and excitement the entire way. You’d thought about this moment for a long time, though it’s not quite playing out like you had expected. You’re not complaining, though. You’re lucky to have someone as loyal and caring as the Captain for your soulmate.

You make it to the barracks, Captain Rex waiting outside the door. He’s removed his armor, wearing only the blacks underneath. You greet him with a smile, and he returns it. You like it, you realize, seeing him smile.

He leads you inside, this set of barracks smaller than the others. It’s specially set up, he tells you, for the more higher ranking clones. The Captain, the ARC troopers, and those on his specialized squad.

He leads you to the bed closest to the fresher, rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t really plan anything. I don’t want you to feel pressured into doing something you don’t want.”

You put a hand on his arm. “I figured we’d just let things happen naturally. Even if all we do is sit and talk, that’s fine with me.”

He smiles down at you. “Then let’s talk.”

And so you do.

You tell him everything. From your earliest memories to getting your mark, to the devastation of your planet during the start of the war. You tell him about how you’d planned to visit Mandalore in hopes of finding your soulmate, and how you’d given up that dream to join the GAR.

He tells you everything about himself too. Growing up too fast on Kamino, the endless training, being called to the front when the war started, how he was there on your home planet when it was attacked, all the men he’s lost, the stress of the war. They’d been designed to be more resilient to high stress situations, but the grief of loss and the exhaustion still weighs on him.

You wrap your arms around him before you even think about it. You feel for him, you really do. As much as they’re supposed to be just numbers in an army fighting a war they didn’t even volunteer to be a part of, you know they’re more than that.

“That’s why most of us don’t follow the rule about soulmates.” He says, his arms wrapped around you. “We have to believe there’s something beyond war and loss.”

“I’m glad you don’t agree with it.” You say, resting your head on his shoulder. “I don’t think I could have given you up.”

His hand slides up your back, moving to rest between your shoulder blades. “I...don’t have a clue what I’m doing.”

“I don’t think anyone does.” You say, and you mean it. “I think most of it is just supposed to...be natural. It’s supposed to feel right.”

He pulls away from you, looking down at you. Your faces are inches apart, breath mingling. This close you can see the lines on his face, the light scattering of freckles on his nose and cheeks.

“You’re kinda beautiful.” You say, staring at him.

“I think I’m the one that’s supposed to say that.” He says, leaning in closer. “You’re the most exquisite thing I’ve ever seen.”

Your cheeks heat up, a goofy smile tugging at your lips. “Stop. I am not.”

He cups your face, his gloved thumb tracing your cheek. “Of course you are. You were made for me, after all.”

Your lips meet, a spark shooting through you. You feel warm and light, pure energy racing through your nerves. His grip tightens on you, pulling you closer against him. He's warm and solid, like a cabin during an ice storm.

He groans quietly against your lips, pulling you into his lap. You settle against him, tilting your head as the kiss deepens. You hadn't really planned on going this far, but you now understand why people say once you meet your soulmate, it's uncontrollable.

He pulls away, pressing his forehead to yours. "I don't want to feel like I'm rushing you."

You smile. "I want this too. I don't think I could stop."

He wraps his arms around your waist, flipping you easily onto your back. "Good. I don't think I can either."

He presses his lips back against yours, slotting his body against you. He's all lean muscle, fitting perfectly against you. He presses even closer, something hard poking against your thigh.

You smile into the kiss, shifting your hips slightly to create some friction. You're already damp, your body well prepared for this moment. It had been building up for weeks. You can tell now, how much you'd been yearning for him, even if you hadn't noticed before.

His lips trail down your jaw, charting a path down your throat. You arch into him, fingers digging into his broad shoulders. You tug at his blacks, one of his hands reaching back to pull the top off over his head.

You run your fingers down his chest, feeling over every bump and scar.

“I’ll tell you about them later.” He says, tucking his face back into your neck. You have a few too he’ll want to know about. “Right now, I want to see you.”

You smirk up at him. “Then you best get to work, Captain.”

He matches your smirk, sitting up on his heels. “That’s brave, issuing orders to your commanding officer.”

“Well, in certain situations, I outrank you.” You reply.

He unbuckles your med kit, setting it on the floor. “Don’t tell me Kix has been putting ideas in your head.” His hands slip under your shirt, trailing along your skin. “I’ll make a pass, though. This is one situation where I don't mind being told what to do.”

You gape up at him for a moment. “Do you...like being told what to do, Captain?”

He pulls your shirt over your head, tossing it onto the floor. Your breastband quickly follows, heat blossoming across your neck and chest as he stares at you. You feel a bit self-conscious under the intensity of his gaze. “Only if it’s you.” He says. “You’re so beautiful.”

You smile shyly, reaching out for him. “Not quite as beautiful as you.”

“Definitely more beautiful than me.” He says, leaning into your touch.

“I’ve been waiting so long for you.” You say, caressing his face.

“Then I won’t make you wait any longer.” He presses a kiss to your lips before sitting back up, undoing his belt. He slips his pants off, tugging yours off as well.

You should feel self conscious being bare in front of him, especially only knowing him for a short time, but it feels natural. You know it’s natural. You were meant to be together.

He slots his body against yours once more, his hard length pressing up against your core. You’re already wet in anticipation, more than ready to seal your bond completely. It’s a bit strange after having thought you might get rejected if you ever revealed it to him, but you’re glad he’s at least willing to break the rules about this.

His hips grind against yours, dragging his length against your folds. You moan, spreading your legs further for him. You want him as close as possible. You need to have him as close as possible.

“You’re so wet for me.” He groans, dragging his hips against yours.

“I need you.” You whimper, arms wrapping around him. “Kriff, please Rex.”

“Yes ma’am.” He says, kissing your throat before he reaches down, lining himself up.

Hearing him say it stirs something in you, heat rushing straight between your legs. You slot that away for later, focusing instead on him as he slowly presses into you. The stretch burns a bit, but he goes slow, moving inch by inch until he’s seated inside you. You shiver at the close contact, your body coming alive from how connected you are.

“Kriff, you’re so tight.” He groans, dropping to his elbows over you. “Fit me so perfectly.”

“Well, I was made for you.” You say, wrapping your arms back around him.

“So perfect for me.” He says, pressing a kiss to your lips.

He begins moving, small thrusts as he drags his hips against yours. You cling to him, wanting him as close as you can get him. The sensations and the thought of having him so close set every nerve ending alight in your body, energy thrumming through you. You know it's the connection, the link you share coming alive.

You love the feeling of it.

It’s a bit sloppy and awkward, as neither of you are experts. You don’t care though, the pleasure still building as picks up speed. He’s close too, you can tell by the desperation of his movements. You slip a hand down between you, circling your clit as you near the edge.

He stills as he cums, your own orgasm washing over you at the same time. You cling to him, holding him as close as possible as you ride out your highs together.

“How much time do you think we have?” You say, holding him on top of you.

“More than enough.” He says, letting himself sink closer to you. “I told Fives to keep them out as long as possible.

***

You hadn’t meant to fall asleep. You had been so comfortable and comforted by Rex’s presence, you had just drifted off without trying.

It’s the arrival of the other troopers that has drawn you from your slumber. Rex’s arm tightens around your waist, obviously having heard their return as well. So much for keeping this a secret.

You hope maybe they’ll all stumble to bed tiredly and not even look in your direction. You’re hidden from the door by Rex’s body, his arm pulling the sheet up higher inconspicuously.

“I see the Captain’s been busy while we were away.” A smug voice says.

“Ha! I called it! You owe me 20 credits!” Another voice calls out.

“Fives,” Rex growls, going to turn around, but you sit up, clutching the sheet to your chest. You’re still very much naked.

“Wait, did you bet on us?” You ask in disbelief.

“You owe me another 20!” Hardcase exclaims, slapping Jesse’s shoulder.

Rex wraps an arm around you, pulling you back down. “Let them have their fun. I’ll make them all do extra rounds in the training room tomorrow.”

There’s a simultaneous groan from all of them as they shuffle to their bunks to get ready.

“Don’t worry, cyar’ika. Your secret is safe with us.” Hardcase says.

“Just as long as I don’t feel the bunk shaking.” Jesse says, climbing up to the top bunk.

“No promises.” Rex smirks, wrapping his arms back around you.

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the mattress dips behind you. the bed frame squeaking a little due to the sudden weight. the scent of heavy aftershave hitting your nostrils as an attempt to cover up the smell of sweat but it’s a scent you know all too well.

“are you sleeping?” his breath fans against your cheek gently, the tips of his hair tickling your cheeks. you hum a little as a response before nuzzling in the pillow.

it's been a rough day for him and all he needs is something (or someone) to take his stress out on to so when he sees that silver necklace hanging around your neck that gives him consent, does he feel his cock twitch and excitement start to bubble in his stomach.

he swallows a little as he scans your body. his hands curled up into fists from the surging feeling of excitement. you're curled up in a ball, hand under your pillow, duvet covering half your body and showing off that flesh he so badly wants to taint with love bites and cum.

“you're so pretty..” he whispers. you feel his soft and plump lips kissing your neck, suckling and biting gently before trailing up to your ear. he kisses and blows on the shell, causing you to shiver and groan softly.

“i'm sorry, pretty. i just need a few minutes, i promise.” he pulls the duvet off you, satisfied to see you in flimsy panties. you feel the weight shift from behind to below you, your legs being slowly opened. his fingers sinking into your inner thighs, tongue licking his lips hungrily as he comes face to face with your core.

he glances up at you before taking a deep breath in and shakily letting it out. he leans in to kiss and mark your inner thighs, lips trailing closer and closer to your groin. you shuffle a little, humming softly before reaching down and itching your inner thigh from where his hair has tickled.

he lets out a soft laugh before trailing his fingertips up and down your folds through your panties. he applies a little bit more pressure on your clit, your body stirring as he slowly rubs your clit. pleasure starts to slowly spread throughout your body, traveling up your arms and legs only to be met in the pit of your stomach.

your lips part a little, allowing you to let out shaky and small breaths. minho traps his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches you. he rubs and teases your clit and entrance whilst watching you squirm and pant a little.

he slides your panties to the side. his breath hitching in his throat at the sight and scent of you. he's missed this, missed you and now you're all his for the taking. he closes his eyes briefly to allow himself a few minutes to calm down before pressing the pad of his finger against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

your chest rises fast as minho teases your clit. he rubs in circles and side to side, occasionally dipping his fingers into your entrance to gather some of your wetness to use as lubricant.

“m-minho..” you moan out softly. he presses his lips together in a thin line, his penis now straining against his sweatpants. he pushes his bangs away from his eyes before rubbing up and down your puffy folds with two fingers, coating the skin and his fingers thoroughly in your wetness.

“you have such a pretty cunt yn.” he mumbles to himself, eyes fixated on the way your entrance throbs. “it's to be expected though. you are pretty through and through. makes me want to taint you so badly..”

he glances up at you for a brief second. convinced that you're still somewhat asleep, he grabs the waistband of your panties and pulls them down your legs. discarding them on the floor, he shuffles closer to your core.

“so perfect, so pretty and it's all mine.” he hooks your legs over his arms, hands on top of your thighs to squeeze the soft and plump flesh. he flicks his tongue out, flicking your clit with the very tip.

you groan, back arching up off the bed at the feeling. minho's eyes flutter close as he presses his tongue against your clit and swipes, giving it slow and long licks. he nibbles and sucks on the bud, teeth and tongue grazing over it delicately as his fingers sink into your flesh.

so caught up in the sensation, he doesn't notice you waking up. only when he hears his name does he glance up does he realise.

“you're awake.” he says for a brief second before his tongue is back on your clit, lapping away at it.

“yea–fuck!” you groan. you reach down and bury your fingers in his hair. you feel his tongue lick between your puffy folds before diving into your entrance. he laps at your juices, humming and rutting against the mattress as your taste and scent overpowers his senses.

he pulls away for a split second to gather some spit in his mouth. he spits on your pussy before rubbing your clit side to side at a fast pace. you tug on his roots, the pleasure overwhelming you at a fast rate.

he buries his face deep between your legs as he messily eats you out. spit and juices coat his lips and chin. his nose bumping against your clit. you grind on his face slowly, bruises slowly forming on your thighs from his tight grip. teeth nibbling on your clit. he occasionally pulls away to kiss and mark your inner thighs before the need to be attached to your pussy overwhelming him.

“love this pussy. want more of it. fuck, i want more!” minho shakily moans. the lust overpowering him, making him shake and babble. he goes several minutes without breath just to eat your cunt, purposely depriving himself of oxygen. his tongue diving in and out of your entrance, nose and fingers rubbing your sensitive clit.

his mind slowly clouding over. scenes heightening due to your taste, sound and smell.

your legs threaten to close around his head, which they do, trapping him in between your legs. within a matter of minutes, however, your legs are forced back open. minho's lustful eyes gazing at you, his bangs covering them just slightly.

“minho.. so much. i might end up cumming if you carry on.” you pant heavily. the burning knot in the pit of your stomach getting tighter and tighter with each passing second.

“do it. cum on my face. give me everything, yn. i want it.” you whimper, eyes squeezing shut. you shake, orgasm fast approaching and which one final swipe of the tongue, your orgasm hits.

your thighs shake as your juices coat minho's face. he pulls away briefly to watch you squirt out onto the sheets. he licks his lips as your pussy throbs and pulsates, minho licking his lips before diving back between your legs and licking the juices off your skin and entrance.

“m-min! b-baby!” you gently push him away due to oversensitivity. he allows it but only because he kneels up between your legs, pulls his sweatpants down and grabs your thighs, pulling you down and closer to him.

he grabs the base of his dick, rubbing your entrance with the tip before penetrating you. he groans at the warmth and wetness, but most of all; the tightness.

“you're going to be good for me and milk me dry, yeah?” he instructs. “i'm going to breed, taint and corrupt you.”

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