#clone trooper hardcase smut

[cloneloverrrrr]

"I'll be gentle, baby. Don't worry." With Hardcase or Cody and fem reader please? If you have time. No rush, no worried.

Oooh thank you to whoever sent this in!

I’ve never wrote for him before but I tried my best , it though was fun to write about our goofy Hardcase 💁🏻‍♀️ but wow he is a total DOM😈😈 slightly a slow burner but I do hope you enjoy some Hardcase smut & it doesn’t disappoint 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Dividers by the best @idontgetanysleep

Using smut prompt 22 @thelonelyempath

I actually got the inspo for this fic from McFly’s song Party Girl - if your British then you know 🤣😉

𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗕𝗲 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗕𝗮𝗯𝘆 - 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁

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𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

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𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 , 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁 , 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟱𝟬𝟭𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗼𝗻

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 2040

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗣𝗢𝗥𝗡 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁 ��𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗱𝘂𝗹𝘁 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗺𝘁, 𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗳 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗗𝗢𝗠, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲

Another night of bantha piss entertaining the usual scum of Coruscant. This thought plagued your mind daily how did the only daughter of a wealthy tycoon from Chandrila end up in this sort of establishment. Something you need not dwell on right now.

However they weren’t scum , far from it. The majority of your customers were people of great importance ranging from rich and famous, to senators the odd chancellor or two, a few natborns and of course your secret favourite few.

The boys from the 501st legion, you knew their names now, but that one special clone Hardcase he seemed to tug at your heart strings. The troopers had ventured in your work place quite frequently in the last few months , usually after a tough battle or looking for some fun during their shore leave before making their way to the famous 79’s.

Kriff tonight was exceptionally ghastly, several inebriated punters had tried their best to get your attention in a crude way, failing to realise you were not an escort.

Your blood was boiling, stinging tears gathered behind your pretty green eyes, the rage inside you seeping out from every pore on your body, you saw red. The mist clouding your vision, for your own piece of mind you took yourself off the back rooms.

You paid no heed as you bolted across the room to Captain Rex sauntering in, followed by his squad, Jesse, Kix, Dogma, Tup , Fives, Echo and Hardcase. Sweet, funny, wacky Hardcase. His eyes shone brighter than the rest. They seemed kind. If it was a different time in your life … in his maybe….

“Look there goes ya girl…” Fives chuckles throwing Hardcase a shit eating grin.

Hardcase only glared back, his feeble attempt to hide the growing blush spreading across his face.

“Troopers!” The wave of authority thick in Rex’s voice has all eyes on him.

“Take those seats by the stage and relax we all deserve a night off”

“Sir yes sir! “ is shouted in unison by the group.

You had hope that a quick shower and outfit change would rid your skin and mind from the incident earlier. Far from it. Still irritate you make your way back to the grand stage, the pounding bass of the music increases, the lights dim only the silver strobe effects remain.

You walk slowly out from the shadows like some Ethereal Goddess, until you reach the middle of the stage wearing a sheer glittery blue deep plunge halter neck thong body suit completely backless, the high sides of the flimsy fabric sitting perfectly on your ass. The spotlight licked against your curves, the clear 8” heels with the 4” platform elongating your slender legs.

Hoots and cheers filled the air pairing with the vibrating sounds from the speakers.

There he was sat between his Vod’s , his striking face tattoo makes it easier to tell him apart from the rest. His eyes completely transfixed on you, roaming hungrily up and down your semi naked body. Heat begins to pool in your lower stomach, the tingle in your cunt grows.

Grabbing the pole with elegance you begin stalking around it , keeping your gaze locked on his as you reach the front of the stage once more facing the sea of onlookers you begin dancing. Your eyes close focusing on your sultry moves. Your ass twerks in time with the fast paced wave of music, you feel credits fall at your feet, its a guilty thrill you enjoy.

With your back facing the crowd you run your hands through your hair cocking your head slightly you notice the dark glow of his eyes, the desire adamant on his face. You turn around and gracefully fall to your knees crawling over to the clones of the 501st you bite your bottom lip as that coil tightens inside of you. Many of the life forms watching you try in vein to touch you as you crawl past.

You beam an alluring smile to Hardcase before wrapping your legs around the cool metal of the pole, bending backwards you arch your back pushing your breast out.

Hardcase swallows hard watching you dry hump and grind your pussy against the pole, oh so wishing it was his own painfully hard throbbing cock. To him you were just perfect.

Your body moved tastefully with agility around the pole, the way you enticingly rolled your hips. Reaching up and behind your neck you untie the bodysuit letting the top half slip down revealing your naked breasts, nipples covered by small delicate tassels. Hardcases breath hitched in this throat and lump formed , almost like dry swallowing a large pill.

As the music ended you bowed to everyone as the cheers roared and you left the stage, the butterflies in your stomach grew. Making your way to your private dressing room you feel a tug at your wrist.

Your eyes widen with utter surprise as you see the handsome clone trooper stood before you.

“Hardcase..” you stutter trying to regain your composure.

“Hello mesh’la I wasn’t err sure you remembered my name” His voice low

His hand grazed the nape of his neck awkwardly glancing at his tapping feet.

His gloved hands began to fidget and he seemed to dance on the spot, this made you giggle.

“Somewhere you need be?” An eyebrow raised as you step closer to him, even in your heels he towers over you.

“Eh well erm where are you going?” Again his eyes faced the floor.

“Care to join me for a drink trooper?” You purr.

A dippy carefree smile tugs the corners of his lips and expands as he takes your hand and follows you to the dressing room. A large pink plush couch sits cozily in the corner of the room in front is a small table with a bottle of bright green liquid and a couple of small glasses.

A sweet vanilla smell invades Hardcases nostrils as he gets comfortable against the soft fabric. Both of you share a few shots of the burning liquid, conversation flows effortlessly, your bodies gradually move closer and closer to each other, the lustful tension spikes.

The slick between your thighs building, something comes over you. A sudden brazen confidence you place your hand against his thigh. The dark look on his face says it all. A primal desire begins to control him.

Hardcase latches his hands onto your soft fleshy thighs and pulls you down on him. You straddle him, your hands flat against his chest plate. A soft whine falls from your lips as he thrusts his codpiece against your already gagging cunt. A rough drag of his gloved hand glides up your chest ripping the fabric from your body freeing your breasts.

Hardcase pushes up into you once more, his grip of your hips firm as he holds you down grinding and pushing against you.

You begin to rock your hips to ease that hot ache rising inside of you , he stifles a moan growing pleasure sizzling through every fibre of his body.

“Stand up take everything off mesh’la but I want you to keep those slutty heels on for me.”

His words strained dripping with desire.

You obediently comply you stand up removing the blue bodysuit that matches the blue painted across his armour. Eagerly you await his next command, your mouth watering watching him stripping down to his blacks. Your cunt twitches as he finally removes each item of clothing, his cock hot swollen standing to attention beads of pre cum leaking out his spongy tip.

Oh stars how you are desperate to taste him.

Hardcase rests back on the couch and begins fisting himself, slow pumps as his eyes hone in on your glistening sex, already dripping.

“Sit on my cock” demanding and possessive, ushering you over.

You stand above Hardcase, eyeing him with caution before you climb onto his lap. He hums his approval. The sting as he stretches open your tight cunt is electric,his size is frightening. But fuck it feels so good. Inch by inch you slide down his pulsating length dragging your nails across his scarred skin causing him to shudder. You feel his cock twitching in you.

“So good for me baby taking my cock” he whispers , one hand cups your cheek the other has tight hold on your ass cheek kneading the flesh greedily.

“Fuck oh Hardcase it hurts-“

Your breathy words cut off by the force of his large calloused hand grabbing the back of your hair severely , stretching your neck taught he licks up to your pulse point growling lowly. Your heartbeat quickens.

“I’ll be gentle baby. Don’t worry.” His tone lacks compassion , only pure prurience takes over him.

Your eyes widen and your lips part as pitiful whimpers fall from your lips.

Hardcase fucks up into you at a brutal pace, his hand stays in place clutching onto your soft waves , the other curling into your skin littering the area with controlling red marks. He moans low and gutted as your broken screams echo in the small room. Your cunt is pulsing with need , your breasts bounce as he mercilessly destroys you. His cock continuously hits off your cervix creating a beautiful white hot molten feeling running like icy fingertips through your veins.

“Uh- ple- please” your begs are so anguished they fuel his relentless thrusts. The frantic desire almost too much.

The hand clutching at your hair trails down between your breasts to your stomach to your clit. His finger works expertly. Your body begins to shake, your breathing ragged, he relishes in watching you squirm.

Hardcase leans up placing hot open mouthed kisses over any part of your salty skin his mouth can reach.

“Fuck! - mmm please what mesh’la?” He teases, clearly enjoying this dominating game.

He grabs your chin forcing you to look at him, a sinister glaze clouds his face, he runs his tongue across his teeth , forcing a finger flat against your tongue until you gag.

His chuckles are dark.

“Do you want to cum baby?”

You nod rapidly, stuttering whines and moans accompany the slap of his skin as he fucks you, faster, harder,deeper.

You begin moving, rising up only only the head of his cock is inside you before slamming your hips back down sheathing him fully inside. You set a fast pace fucking yourself with an aching desperation. Wicked glee flows from you.

You slam your hips down, your head falls back, your nails claw into this thighs. You feel him close to his own release, the tremors of his body, friction of his pubic bone against your sensitive clit send you into a frenzied peak. Every single nerve in your body sings, your toes curl.

“Fuck Hardcase - oh fuck yes” he is your complete undoing.

Breathy moans , curses and pants crescendo, your cunt convulse and clench’s around his immense size. The warm splash of his seed coat your walls. His body shakes as you writhe on top of him. A rush of ecstasy prickles across your skin you chase the burning desire of your orgasm, milking his cock riding out your high.

You slump into him to catch your breath, he is loose limbed beneath you. The feeling of his warm cock softening inside of you being stuffed with his cum as it trickles out of your ruined cunt and onto his thighs is utterly delicious.

He sucks in a deep sigh.

“Your so fucking beautiful mesh’la”

He begins to kiss you, shy but powerful, his tongue begs for permission to explore your mouth, you gladly accept. His finger tips dance across the base of your spine, yours stroke his shaven head.

You smile into the kiss before breaking away, his amber eyes bore into yours, a tender moment interrupted by a loud knock at closed doors.

“You guys finished yet?” Fives is laughing outside.

You chuckle as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, you don’t need to see him to know Hardcase is seething right now. But for now you are content in his arms.

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[jedi-princess-kestis]

Pairing: Clone Medic Kix / F! OC

Summery: After a long and tremendous battle, the 501st and the 212 have a moment to sit down and have a relaxing moment together. Kix and Brit make sure that they know their Brothers in arms know just how much they love them.... And the couple reminds each other how much they love one another.

Warnings: swearing, talk of war and blood, drinking, smut (minors be gone!), fluff.

Word Count: 3K +

Tired.

Ha! That was an understatement.

More like dead inside.

That's how the 501st and the 212th felt after a week long battle. One that never seem to end. Clone medic Kix was tried from treating all the wounds and injuries among the men and the Jedi. He worked endlessly alongside his Partner and girlfriend Brit Jetmarr. She was a beautiful woman with a big heart. Her shoulder blade length blonde hair was piled up into a bun on top of her head. She had green eyes, green like the forests of Naboo. Her sunkissed skin seemed to glow in the soft sunlight of the early morning light. Dried blood was on her hands and arms, same as Kix's. They had spent most of the night patching up a badly wound clone trooper. It seemed like the blood and death and pain was never going to end In this campaign. Kix watched as Brit rolled her shoulders and hung her head trying to relieve some of the tension in them.

When he first met Brit it was a few short months after he became the head medic of the 501st. She was bright eyed and eager to learn. Only 21 when they met, having grown up learning to be a doctor her whole life. She was from Naboo, and was close friends with the Senator, having gone on mission with her as a healer till she become more intuned with surgeries and other things to turn her into a medic of war. Now her eyes seemed a bit duller, her skin a bit less smooth, her hair shorter and thicker. Her once pretty nails where now clipped close and dull. On Naboo she wore makeup, now she worn none. But to Kix she was still the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. He hated how the war was taking a toll on her, aging her faster then she deserved. Draining the life from her tired soul.

"Come Darling, let's get something to eat. Maybe we can find a moment to rest." Kix said softly as he took her hand and brushed his thumb over her knuckles. He watched as she smiled tired at him and nodded her head.

"Come on then." Said in a honey like voice as she tugged his hand. They walked hand in hand to the dining hall of the camp. Kix opened the door and let her walk inside first, running a tired hand over hai short hair. The couple walked over to where the food was being served and grabbed a plate of food. Kix carried her plate for her, letting her pick a table. Brit sat down next to Jesse, who was sitting with Rex, Cody, Hardcase, Fives and Dogma.

"Hey boys, Captain, Commander." Kix said to his brothers.

"Hello Vod. Hello Brit." Jesse said as he patted Brit on the shoulder. Brit smiled up at the Arc trooper and ran a hand over his hair, messing it up. She laughed as Jesse groaned and tried to fix his hair.

"Did you two hear the news?" Rex asked.

Brit and Kix looked at each other before shaking their tired heads.

"We have been in the med tent all night. What's going on?" Answered Brit as she took a forkful of food.

"We won the campaign. The fighting is over on this planet." Cody spoke up.

"Mar'e!" At last! Kix cheered as he high fived Hardcase. The boys all cheered and Brit let out a long sigh of relief. She slumped back into her chair and smiled.

"Thank the Maker."

"Let's celebrate! It's been a week of hell. So let's do a bonfire tonight and just relax before we move on to the next fight." Declared Fives as he slammed a hand onto the table. Cody and Rex looked at each other before smiling at the troopers and medics.

Rex finally said "I think we earned it."

The table cheered and Brit and Kix smiled at each other. They were happy to have a night filled with drinking and relaxing and just some quiet. After a week of literal hell filled with blood and death, they needed a little happy to pull themselves back together. The gang finished eating their food, talking about the bonfire later that night. Cody and Rex were going to tell the Generals and Commander Ahsoka while Jesse and the rest of the boys told the others. Kix and Brit were going to clean up and take a well deserved nap so they could function better later in the day.

After they all were done eating Kix took Brit's hand and walked with her to their shared tent. They walked slowly among the other troopers, tanks and guns that lined their camp. Once they got to their tent near the medical tent, Kix held the flap open for Brit. He gave her ass a playful slap as she walked past him and he couldn't help but laugh at the dirty glare she shot over her shoulder.

Kix followed her inside and started to unclip his armour, taking off the top part so he was only in his Blacks. He watched as Brit pulled off her chest plate, and shoulder plates. She didnt wear a full Armor, but made sure her torso and arms where covered to protect her. He watched as she let her blonde hair out of it bun. The waves of gold framed her face and he smiled softly to himself. Brit looked up to see him staring at her and she raised an eyebrow at him with a small half smile.

"What are you looking at Kix?" She asked softly. He reached forward and brushed some hair off her face. She leaned into his touched and sighed.

"The most beautiful women I've ever seen." He whispered before leaning down to place a soft kiss on her lips. He felt her sigh against his lips and loop her arms around his neck. He placed his hands on her hips and kissed her a bit deeper. Brit smiled against his lips and pushed her hands against his shoulders.

"We can do this later tonight. I need sleep handsome." She giggled as she ran a hand through his hair. "I miss your patterns.... and your tattoo." She smirked at him. Kix groaned at the mention of his tattoo.

"Not my proudest moment... getting that tattoo." He said rubbing the back of his neck. Brit chuckled before laying down on their sleeping mat. She held the blanket up so he could crawl under with her.

"Maybe not but its one of the reasons I fell for you. I thought you looked very badass for a medic with a head tattoo." She smirked up at him. Kix chuckled and nuzzled his face into her neck, leaving soft little kisses. He sighed and pulled her closer, letting their bodies mold into one.

"Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum." I love you. Kix whispered to her before they both drifted off to sleep.

Sometime later that day, Brit and Kix woke up to see the sun had crossed the sky. It was evening by the time they woke up, and a few of the clones had already started getting a bonfire going, as well as moving logs and mats out to sit around the fire. Cody and Rex got food from the supply ship, and Fives, Echo and Hardcass hunted some of the local game to cook fresh meat. Brit decided against wearing her armour and wore a pair of tan pants and a black off the lose shoulder shirt to be comfortable on their night of freedom. Kix had just his Blacks on down to the waist, his white and blue armour still on his legs and hips. Kix had grabbed his guitar and followed Brit out to the bonfire. Soon most of the troopers of the 501st and 212th were around the huge fire, a smaller one going a few few away to cook the game. Brit and Kix sat next to Echo, Fives, Hardcase, Rex, Cody and Jesse. Anakin, Ahsoka and Obi-wan sat a few spaces away, talking to Tup and Dogma.

"This is nice. After that week of hell, we needed this." Jesse said leaning back on his elbows letting the fire warm his feet. He sat next to Kix, eating some of the food that was available to the group. He looked over at Kix and Brit and gave them a light smile. "We have all done what we could."

"Its been alot. So many Vods dying. But their deaths are not in vain. We won this fight." He added to Jesse's statement. The others around him nodded their heads in agreement. Kix sighed and leaned against Brit, pulling her close.

"We did all we could. We saved who we could. Nu kyr'adyc, shi taab'echaaj'la." Not gone, merely marching far away. Kix said as he stared at the fire.

The group grow quite as they remember the fallen, a peaceful hush with the roar of the blazing fire in front of them. Brit laid her head on Kix shoulder, feelings his arm pull her in tighter. The air was filled with the smell of smoke and the flowers in the trees around them. She looked around at the men that have become her family over the years. Fives and Echo picking on each other, Jesse and Hardcase talking about the latest blasters, Tup annoying Dogma, Anakin picking on Ahsoka and Obi-wan shaking his head trying not to laugh. These people have become her home, her life, her family.

Kix moved to grab his guitar, pulling it onto his lap. He leaned over and kissed Brit's cheek before he started strumming some cords. The clones around him, and the Jedi all turned to listen to him play the guitar, their eyes never leaving him.

"When we were young we were the ones

The kings and queens oh yeah, we ruled the world

We smoked cigarettes man no regrets

Wish I could relive every single word." His voice was soft and clear, reaching the ears of those sitting around the huge fire.

"We've taken different paths

And travelled different roads

I know we'll always end up on the same one when we're old

And when you're in the trenches

And you're under fire I will cover you." He glanced around at his brothers, meeting their eyes as he sang. He knew they knew this song was about them, about the fallen soldiers they did everything to save. He sang for the bond that couldn't be broken between them.

"I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er."

Brit watched as her lover sang. His voice clear and pure as he poured his heart into the lyrics, his soul bared for them all to see.

"Oh brother, we'll go deeper than the ink

Beneath the skin of our tattoos

Though we do share the same blood

You're my brother and I love you that's the truth".

Fives sat up straighter as he listened to the music, his eyes never leaving his Vod. Jesse leaned against Hardcase who was sitting next to him. Echo had his arm resting on Fives' shoulder.

"We're living different lives

Heaven only knows

If we'll make it back With all our fingers and our toes

5 years, 20 years, come back

It will always be the same".

The emotion was raw in Kix's voice as he kept going, the lyrics pouring off his lips.

"If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

And if you were drowned at sea

I would give you my lungs so you could breathe

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er"

Then Cody and Brit joined in, matching their tones to Kix's, singing along matching harmonies with him.

"And if we hit on troubled waters

I'd be the one to keep you warm and safe

And we'll be carrying each other

Until we say goodbye on our dying day

Because I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er

If I was dying on my knees

You would be the one to rescue me

And if you were drowned at sea

I would give you my lungs so you could breathe"

Their voices were clear and bright, blending together perfectly. They sang with their hearts, pouring their love for their family onto the song. Then it dropped back down to Kix, as he finished the song.

"Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

I've got you brother-er-er-er

I've got you brother-er-er-er."

He strummed the last cord of the song, his heart filled with emotions. He glanced around at his Vods and his girlfriend, their eyes glassy with tears threatening to spill. They all began clapping, his brothers slapping his back and knees. The Generals and Commander Tano smiling at the group of clones around them. They knew what family meant to their men, how tight knit they are.

Kix felt Brit lean against him and he pulled her close, nuzzling his nose into her warm soft hair. He sighed deeply and closed his eyes as he let a tear slip down his face into her hair. He kissed her head and then looked around at his men. He would do anything to keep his brothers alive. For them to make it to the end of the war. For them to have a chance to live a life outside of the horror that followed them day and night.

"How about a game of Sabacc!?" Fives called out as he pulled out a deck of cards.

"Make it more interesting. Drinking Sabacc!" Hardcase grinned. He loved drinking games that laid to his brothers acting like idiots. Rex shock his head and Cody laughed. Soon bottles of liquor were being passed around as the game began. Shot being thrown back as losers had to take drinks. Kix and Birt watched Fives get his ass handed to him as they played, the couple choosing to watch instead of play. As the night went on and more and more soldiers got drunk, smiling and laughing for the first time in weeks. Kix placed his hand on Brit's thigh, giving it a squeeze. He saw her glance up at him through her eyelashes and he smiled softly before his lips found her neck behind her ear.

"Why dont we go back to our tent?" He whispered in her ear as he squeezed her thigh again. He felt her shiver against him, her head nodding yes. He smiled and grabbed her hand, pulling her along. A few of the men whistled at them as they walked away from the group, but they paid them no mind. They hadn't had a moment, a real moment of intimacy in weeks. All's he wanted was to feel close to his love again. He pulled her along back to their shared tent. He pushed open the flap of the tent and let her walk past before pulling the flap shut, trying it on the inside so no one could open it from the outside.

Her turned and looked at Brit, her cheek flushed, her breathing a bit faster them normal. He stepped closer to her and ran his thumb over her lips.

"You are so beautiful." He whispered as he grabbed her belt lop, tagging her body sharply till it was flush with his. He grinned down at her as a small gasp left her lips. He crashed his lips to hers, nipping at her bottom lip. Soon their tongues were fighting for dominance, hands roaming each others bodies. He grabbed the hem of her shirt and tugged it up and over her head, their lips breaking apart of a split second before connecting again. His hands ran over the smooth skin of her back and sides, pulling her as close to his body as he could. He felt her hands start to pull at the straps of his armour around his hips and thighs and he pulled away to quickly aid in the removal of the heavy armour as it clattered to the ground. He smiled as she tugged at the zipper of his blacks, pulling it down till his chest was exposed. Brit pushed the skin tight material off his shoulders revealing his chiseled tanned chest and torso.

"I could see you a Thousand times without clothes and ever time you'll take my breath away." She whispered to him. Kix smiled and pulled her close once more, placing a soft and warm kiss on her lips.

"I want to make soft, sweet love to you. I want to savor the feel of your body and touch." He growled into her ear as he kissed down her jaw to her neck. He felt her shiver and sigh as his hands made their way down to her hips, pulling the belt around her pants free. He popped open the button and let her pants fall to the floor around her ankles. Brit shivered in the cooler night air that danced around her. Kid's hot breath fanned over her smooth skin at her collarbone and she let out a soft moan. He smiled against her skin before nipping at the soft columnof her neck, leaving a mark on her collarbone, marking what was his. His hands squeezed her hips, rubbing soft circles with his thumbs.

Brit tugged at the pants of his Blacks, trying to push them down his hips. She felt his cock spring free, standing solid like a rod of beskar. She ran her fingers up and down the shaft, feeling his body tremble under her touch. His fingers slipped under the band of her panties, running through her slick folds.

"Maker, Kix.... I need you." She panted as his tongue and teeth danced over the skin of her neck. She pushed is blacks all the way down his legs, his hands pulling her chest wrap off, he panties soon following. He pushed her down onto their sleep mat and crawled on top of her. His eyes were soft yet hungry, and it made her body shiver. Kix smirked up at her before slowing kissing down her body, to the soft curves of her breast. Taking a tight pink bud into his lips he sucked and swirled her nipple around. Her soft moans filled the air around them. Soon his hand joined, taking the other rounded bud, pinching and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger. He felt her nails rake through his hair, tugging it lightly.

"By Force!" Brit moaned as she arched her back. A light sheen of sweat clinged to her skin. Kix smiled against her skin, his lips slowly moving south leaving open mouthed kissed down the valley of her breast to her stomach. His tongue danced across her skin. He used his hands to push her hips down, holding her still as his hot breath fanned over her throbbing core.

His tongue darted out, licking a strip up her dripped core. Brit jumped, arched her hips into his face, trying to find the friction she was desperately craving.

"Marker. Plus don't tease me!" She cried out. Kix chuckled against her throbbing clit, sending a shiver through her body before his lips latched onto her, his tongue swirling and sucking making her head spin. He slipped a finger her her soaking wet pussy, moaning at the feeling of her tight walls pulling at him.

"Fuck you are so tight." He growled as he added another finger, pumping them in and out of her at a pounding pace. He went back to work with his tongue and lips on her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She tugged and pulled at his hair, bucking her hips against his face. He felt her body tremble, her legs tightened around his head. He back arched as a straggled cry left her lips as her high ripped through her body. Kix kept pumping his fingers and sucking on her clit, letting her ride out her blissful high. Once she started calming down he lapped up her juices, licking her clean before slowly crawling up her body. He kissed her lips, letting her taste herself on his lips. She moaned as he panted into the kiss, wrapping her legs around his hips.

"I want you." She panted as she pulled his body closer. He smirked and with a snap of his hips, drove himself deep into her still throbbing pussy. Her cry of pleasure filled his ears as he stalled for a second to let her adjust to his size. Once she nodded her head he began slowly thrusting into her, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, bottoming out each time. Their bodies danced in a rythm of pushing and pulling, the sound of skin on skin and panting filled the tent. The air around them was hot and heavy, their bodies covered in sweat.

"I'm close darling. Come for me. Come on darling." He growled in her ear snapping his hips harshly against hers, trying to hold off till she stared chasing her high.

"Maker you are so wet and tight. So tight for me. So perfect." He praised her as he snapped his hips into her fast. Brit wrapped her legs around him tighter, her nails running down his back leaving long dark red lines in their wake. He growled as her nails dug into his skin as her high began to build.

"Let go baby." He moaned as his thrusts began to get harsher and faster. His words where all she needed for her high to crash over her body like the waves of Kamino. Kix captured her lips with his, her screams of pleasure melting into the kiss. The feeling of her walls tight and hot around his throbbing cock undid him as he spilled his seed deep into her pussy. Their bodies continued to rock together as they rode their highs together, pulling at each others to milk their highs as long as they could. Their breathing was fast and ridged as their broke their kiss, their highs starting to slowing slip away. Kix slipped out of her cunt, their cum mixing together as it spilled from her. He laid beside her, pulling her body to him as he nuzzled his nose into the skin of her neck.

"I'm so thankful for you. I dont think I could have gotten this far in the war without you Brit." He whispered into her ear as he ran his hand up and down her side. She turned her head to look at him, her eyes shining with love and desire.

"You will always have me beside you. Now and forever My Love." She said to him as she placed her hand on his cheek. He smiled before kissing her lips softly. He pulled her close till their bodies molded together as one, holding each other, drawing out the world outside and the horrors of the war. Right here, right now it was just them, together as close as two people could be. Right now it was just love that filled the air inside of the sounds of war.

[ariadnes-red-thread]

Heartbeat

Summary: You wake up to find that you’re trapped in a cave with Fives. As oxygen dwindles and every breath you take is a countdown to death, you’re forced to confront your feelings for the ARC Trooper.

Pairing: Fives x AFAB!Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+ *MINORS DNI*, Smut, PiV sex, Oral (female receiving), Brief descriptions of blood and wound care, Near Death Situation, Angst, Hurt/Comfort/Fluff, Porn with way too much Plot, Happy Ending

Word Count: 8.5k (don’t look at me)

A/N: NGL, this one got away from me. Also, maybe someday I’ll write something that isn’t “Idiots in Love” Trope. Today is not that day.

Ao3

It was the worst headache of your life. Everything throbbed. The pain radiated from your right temple and washed over your head, your neck, and then down your spine in sharp, ceaseless waves. The tension pulled your brow together, but any furrowing sent a new stabbing sensation straight to your forehead. The only comfort came from the surface below. Whatever you were lying on, the texture was worn, and the surface was stiff, but a damp coolness saturated the fabric, soothing your aching head. 

Where am I? You wondered, the thought forming in between the blooms of pain.

You blinked. The world was blurred as you tried to peek out from under heavy eyelids. The only light was faint, barely illuminating the shadows surrounding you. Awareness slowly returned to your limbs, and you realized you were lying on your side. You stretched out an arm and pushed yourself up. A groan left your lips at the effort.

“Oh, thank the little gods,” You heard a voice you couldn’t place. “You’re awake.”

You tried to turn to the person, but the movement and the change of position were too much. The world started to sway, and you began to plummet back downwards again.

“Whoa, whoa.” Large arms wrapped around you, halting your fall.

Whoever caught you pulled you into them, steadying you against their body, but any softness of their form was interrupted by a stiff, immovable chest. A puzzle piece to this mystery. Plastoid. You blinked. Armor. You blinked again. The haze started to leave your vision, but that didn’t make what you saw any clearer.

“Fives?”

The Arc Trooper grinned down at you, his trademark sideways smile still just as bright in the dim light.

“Hey, mesh’la.”

The clouds of your lightheadedness parted. Fives was kneeling next to you, supporting your weight against his chest plate as he held you up. You moved to right yourself again, crawling onto your knees and sitting back on your heels. He let you shift away from him, though his arms cautiously followed you as you straightened yourself, in case you swayed again.

Details slowly came into focus. Rock surrounded you on all sides. The edges and deep crevasses that ran up the jagged walls created long shadows that danced along the red stone in the soft glow. The light was thrown on them by a bright orb in the middle of this cavern. Through the shine, you recognized it as one of the ARC-standard lanterns. While the illumination didn’t offer much, it was enough to show that the open space you found yourself in wasn’t large, probably no bigger than an escape pod. The floor was dirt, and underneath you lay a blanket. It was one of the GAR-issued ones that the clones carried in their packs. My pack. Your instincts as a medic made your heart jump, and you instinctively patted the ground around you, looking for your gear before you spotted it. Leaning against the opposite corner of the cave was your medic pack and all of Fives’ kit. It had all been rifled through, with supplies out everywhere. You turned back to Fives, who was watching you carefully. He stayed on his knees next to you, still within arm’s reach.

“What’s…” Whatever question was on your lips was cut off and erased by another stabbing pain. 

You let out a small groan, and your hand shot to your forehead. You could feel a bacta patch on your temple. Underneath it, broken skin throbbed. You glanced down at your jumpsuit to find it covered in blood. 

“Look at me.” Fives quickly spoke, pulling your eyes back to his face. “You got hit in the head. You were a real mess. I’m not you or Kix, but I tried to clean you up as best I could.”

He made you track his fingers and asked you the questions you had asked him a million times before. For how talented a soldier he was, Fives had more head injuries than the rest of the GAR combined. You could always count on finding him in your medbay after every mission for one reason or another. He tried to assess your vision but flashed fingers before you faster than you could count them. 

“That’s not how you do that.” You giggled as you rolled your eyes. “Nice try, Doctor Fives.”

“Sarcasm intact, I see.” Fives chuckled, but the laugh didn’t meet his eyes.

He raised his hand to your chin and slowly tilted it so he could inspect your wound. He lifted his other hand to graze over your temple, pressing down on the bacta patch that he must have gotten from your pack and placed on your wound earlier.

“Wasn’t deep, luckily.” He said, his voice soft now. “Just bled a ton. You scared me, mesh’la.”

He was close. So close. And the look on his face made you wonder.

“A big ole ARC Trooper was scared for me?” You teased, desperate for anything to break the tension.

His eyes met yours before he flicked them back to the bandaged wound. Oh, you swallowed before you quickly reprimanded yourself. You had to do that often with Fives. You had been with the 501st since the beginning of the war, and you loved every one of the men you served with. They loved you too. When you weren’t chasing the brave -if slightly reckless - soldiers into battle, they were often pulling you into their own shenanigans, like nights out at 79’s or games of sabacc in the barracks or pranks that made Rex assign you all to fresher duty for a week. It was different with Fives, though. 

He had no idea, of course. He didn’t know how his banter, more playful and flirty than his brothers, or that little nickname, mesh’la, affected you. He didn’t know that, through no fault of his, you had been swept off your feet by the handsome man since the moment you met him. He’d never led you on or made you think your feelings were reciprocated. He’d been nothing but respectful and kind. Still, you couldn’t shake your feelings for the ARC Trooper. You loved the way he butted heads with you. You loved how he teased the people he cared about, including you. You loved the way he looked after his brothers. You loved his ingenuity on the battlefield. Despite your best efforts, you loved Fives. You pushed your feelings aside as best you could, trying to only let them creep up on you during dark moments alone. There was no point in dwelling on it. Fives would never feel that way about you. Still, this sudden doting made your stomach twist.

Don’t read into it. You scolded yourself. He’s just worried about you. With his gaze back on your forehead, you tried to turn your attention elsewhere. You searched for the last thing you remembered.

You were on Geonosis. That much you knew. Even in the dark, the sandstone of the walls around you was apparent. Geonosis. You strained and tugged on strings as you tried to remember why you were in Geonosis or, more importantly, where on Geonosis you were. 

“What’s going on, Fives?”

The ARC trooper sat back, finally confident you wouldn’t fall again, and leaned against the wall. He pulled one knee up, resting his arm on it. The other leg extended out next to you.

“What do you remember?”

He nodded as you pieced together details for him, filling in the blanks where he could. The more you tugged on those threads, the more you could weave together. Geonosis. You remembered trekking across the desert with a small squad. You remembered an ambush. A group of bugs had sprung out of the dunes. It had happened so suddenly. There had been a lot of blaster fire and explosions. As soon as the fighting started, Fives grabbed your arm, pulling you to shelter behind him. You remembered darkness engulfing the landscape and Fives cursing as his brothers disappeared from view. A sandstorm was sweeping in; brutal winds whipped up the desert as it approached. Fives took hold of your arm again, leading you to the foot of the nearby mesa. The last thing you could remember was pointing to a small cave, thinking it could offer shelter to wait out the deadly weather. Fives, barely visible even a foot in front of you as the storm finally descended, led the way. Then, nothing. There was no more thread to pull at. Trying to piece together the last of the story, you turned to look towards what you vaguely recalled to be the entrance. It was covered in broken, serrated rocks. You frowned. That couldn’t be good.

“Cave collapsed.” Fives finally admitted as you finished. “Must have been unstable, and the winds from the storm made it worse. I tried to dig out, but it just kept collapsing. Without tools, it’ll bring the whole thing down on us. And you’ve had enough head injuries for one day.”

“And you for one lifetime.” You reminded Fives. “So we’re stuck here, huh?”

He nodded, watching you as you moved to cross your legs and settle into a seated position. You noticed his careful look but kept your attention on the predicament.

“Any other exit?” You glanced around, the tall walls suddenly hugging you a little tighter.

If there were any, the cave held its secrets well. The only light came from the lamp, and the air felt heavy. Unmoving.

“No,” Fives’ face was grim when you turned back to him. “I looked after I got you cleaned up. My helmet was damaged during the cave-in, but the radar still works, and there’s nothing.”

He dropped his gaze to his boots. Fives was a lot of things, but a good liar wasn’t one of them. There was something he wasn’t telling you.

“What else?”

Fives let out a little huff. He knew lying wasn’t his strength either. After a moment, he spoke again.

“Indicators on my bucket show the oxygen supply of this little pocket isn’t… uh, well, it’s not gonna last forever.” He raised a hand, rubbing his gloved palm against the back of his neck, still not looking at you.

You frowned at Fives. You didn’t like how vague he was being. Many people mistook Fives’ carefree demeanor for carelessness, but you knew otherwise. Fives was nothing if not thorough in his recon, and that meant he was still hiding something.

“How long?” You asked, your tone still the same one you would use in the medbay. Scientific and determined.

“We have four more hours of oxygen.”

You nodded. That would explain the heaviness of the air.

“Is anyone coming?”

“Yes, Rex is on… on his way.” He coughed as he spoke.

You watched as his jaw twitched from the tension and his gaze shifted further from yours. You glanced at his helmet. It sat among the scattered gear, the antenna snapped off and lying beside it on the ground. You considered your own communicator for a moment but knew its range would never make it through these stone walls. You looked back at Fives.

“Don’t lie to me.” If you could have registered anything at that moment, you would have been surprised at how suddenly quiet your voice was.

Fives flicked his eyes back to finally meet yours. He stared, his honey-brown irises flickering gold in the dim light.

“No,” He finally answered, like a sentencing. “Comms are down. No one is coming.”

You nodded. Your gaze fell to your palms. This was it. Trapped with no way out. You had always known you could die during this war. You had assumed it would be on the battlefield. The thought that it wouldn’t be twisted in your gut. A rage began to boil. You didn’t want to die here, suffocating. You wanted to go down fighting. You looked back at Fives, ready to protest against your fate. Then you saw his face. He met you with a look of understanding that stopped any objection on your lips.

“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “I’m mad too. I’m a soldier. I’m supposed to die on my feet, not in some cave.”

With that, the rage disappeared.

“I’m sorry, Fives.”

“Me too.” He gave you a half-smile. “Honestly, part of me hoped you wouldn’t wake up. Then you wouldn’t have known. You wouldn’t have to wait.”

You tried to return his half-smile, but your heart panged at the thought of Fives having to wait for death alone. You crawled to sit against the wall next to him. Pressing your back against the stone wall, you rested your head on his pauldron.

“Well, I’m glad I’m awake.” You finally spoke. You were surprised to find that you meant it. “What now?”

“Just wait, I guess.” 

You didn’t have to look at Fives to see the defeat that had swept over him. It was clear in his voice, the emptiness of his tone ringing like a gong. You frowned. If you were going to be awake, you had to do something. Your eyes fell onto the gear scattered at the foot of the opposite wall.

“I have a sabacc deck.” You tilted your head up at the ARC trooper.

“You’re on.” Fives snorted as he grinned down at you, the smile finally meeting his eyes.

Time crept on at a cruel pace. Too fast and too slow at the same time. The two of you had an unspoken agreement not to look at the indicators on Fives’ helmet. The mood was heavy, but you were grateful to be with Fives. You moved to sit across from him, a perfect little space for sabacc forming between the two of you. Fives discarded his armor, and you had unzipped the top half of your jumpsuit, tying its arms around your waist. Even still, the white tank top clung to you in the stifling heat of the cavern. The temperature aside, it almost could have been another night in the barracks, just the two of you outlasting his brothers as you stayed up too late, laughing and sharing secrets.

“You think the others are okay?” Your thoughts wandered to your friends. 

“Echo, Kix, and Rex are too smart to die, Jesse’s too stubborn, and Hardcase is too lucky.” Fives chuckled as he looked over his hand. “Fate’s already given up on killing ‘Case. Despite his best efforts. It’ll be some stupid hero move if he ever goes out.”

You laughed. Thinking that the rest of the squad was safe brought a little comfort, at least. Then you thought of how Fives had protected you during the fight. A hero.

“Like protecting civilian medic during a firefight?” The cards in front of you began to swim, and your eyes quickly found the cave's dirt floor. “You shouldn’t have helped me.”

“Don’t say that.” Fives frowned and tilted his head down so he could meet your gaze. “I would have been looking for shelter during that storm, no matter what. I always would have ended up here.”

Fives looked away, his attention back on the game as he cast the die. You quickly blinked, trying to clear your burning eyes. He swore at the numbers that came up. 

“Your turn,” He smiled at you. “And for the record, protecting you… I don’t regret it. Not for a second.” 

You sighed. Regrets. You had plenty, and now, the thought that maybe you had led Fives here to this fate was quickly climbing the list. It was more suffocating than the dwindling oxygen. Fives must have been able to see the shadow lingering over you.

“Hey,” He placed his cards to the side and patted the ground between his legs. “Come here.”

You climbed over Fives’ shins and settled yourself against his chest. You stared out into the darkness as Fives wrapped an arm around you, pulling you back into him. It was a little too warm to be comfortable, but you lifted a hand to his forearm and clung to him all the same.

It wasn’t the first time you’d been this close to Fives. All the clones were comfortable with you, hugging you, picking you up, teasing you like a sister. Fives was no different; it always made your crush that much harder. Even now, as death waited around the corner, your heart raced a little faster. You frowned at yourself, willing it to slow. As you tried to focus, you realized that you could feel his heartbeat where his chest pressed to your back. That didn’t help your own heart rate or your focus.

Finally, Fives broke the silence you didn’t realize had settled between you two.

“I wish I could’ve seen the end of it, you know?” His voice was quieter than you’d ever heard it.

“The end of what?” You asked, still staring out into the dark.

“The war. I’d like to give peace a try.” It was his turn to sigh. “I know they wouldn’t just let us go. There’s always another war to fight, but maybe… maybe I could’ve had a life too. Settle down, raise a family. Deploy when they need me but get to come back to a place that was home instead of just a different set of barracks. Maybe I could’ve had a chance to be more than just a number.”

You thought of the heart beating behind you. How alive he was. Fives always had been, and that zeal permeated everything he did. When it came down to it, that was why you fell in love with him. A number’s heart never beat like that.

“You’ve never been just a number.” You whispered, more to the darkness than to Fives. “Not to me.”

You settled further into his chest and closed your eyes. You could still feel the gentle rhythm of his heart between your shoulder blades. The idea that it would come to a stop in a few short hours was too much to bear. You reached for the hand that wasn’t holding you. You needed to feel its warmth. You pulled it into your chest, clasping his hands.

Then you felt his fingers lace through yours. You opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder to find Fives watching you.

Your heart stopped. Time slowed. You knew the gleam in his eyes. You’d always wanted him to look at you like that, like you were the only thing in the world. Right now, you supposed you were.

“Even after everything, you know what my only regret will be?” His breath was hot against your neck.

“What?” Your heart was racing again.

“I never got to kiss you.”

Before you could stop yourself, you let go of his forearm and reached for the collar of his compression top. You pulled him into you. Fives met your lips solidly, stunned and in shock. In the next moment, you felt him begin to melt into the kiss. His hunger quickly matched yours, and he slid his tongue over your lip, begging entrance. You let him in, the shock of your actions finally sparking within you as you savored his taste. 

No more regrets, a voice in the back of your head boomed, and a boldness suddenly came over you.

Never leaving his lips, you spun your torso to him and brought yourself to your knees, straddling his legs. He pulled you to his chest, deepening the kiss now that you were at a better angle. His goatee brushed your chin, a comforting reminder that this was real. It was really Fives kissing you. Your hands found his the back of his neck where you clung to him as Fives sealed his lips on yours. He wrapped one arm around your waist while the other hand cupped the back of your head, tilting you so he could taste every inch of your mouth. You sucked on his tongue, and Fives let out a small rumble that went straight to your core. His scent, a heady warmth with a hint of plasma, overwhelmed your senses. He was all you could breathe now, but you needed more. You wanted to feel him. You let your hands fall to his chest and pushed back, breaking the kiss.  He stared up at you, this kneeling position giving you the height advantage. His jaw was slack, and his brown eyes were dazed as you met his gaze. You reached for the hem of your white tank top and pulled it over your head, stripping it from your body, and tossed it aside. Fives leaned back as he gapped at you, stunned by your movement. You turned your attention to his clothing, tugging at the edge of his compression shirt.

“Wait, wait!” Fives’ hands met yours. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Your voice was firm as you watched him, unblinking.

He swallowed, his grip a little tighter on your hands. He wanted this too.

“We’re going….” His look kept getting pulled back to your lips. “We’re going to use up oxygen.”

“I don’t care.” Your eyes roved over his face. You had waited so long for this. If you were going to die, you wanted to do it by his lips. “Do you?”

“Kriff, no.” He half-growled, any reservations disappearing with your consent.

Everything became rushed. Each movement was faster than the next as you both raced against the clock. Fives released your hands, letting you strip the top from his form. You ran your hands back down over his muscled, tan chest.  Fives groaned at your touch before he tugged at your waist, pulling you back into his lips. You gripped his powerful bicep in one hand while the other found its way to his curls, tugging gently at the short hair and earning a moan from Fives. His broad fingertips dug at your bare skin, needy and wanting. He ran his hands over your ribs and under your binder, grazing the sensitive skin underneath your breasts. Then, he traced his way downward. His hands snuck under the fabric of your jumpsuit and made their way over the curve of your legs and around to your backside, kneading at your flesh as he pulled you closer to him still. You felt him harden beneath you. He left your lips to kiss along your jaw before he found a spot on your neck. He sucked and nipped, sending a shiver that traveled from your pulse point down to the pooling heat in the pit of your stomach. You wished you had more time. 

You didn’t, though. Even now, the invisible timer ticked away in the back of your head. You moved to squat so you could strip your jumpsuit from your lower half. Fives held you up, his strong hands gripping under your arms as you struggled with the fabric. In sloppy movements, you finally pulled the jumpsuit and underwear from your legs. Fives quickly wrapped you back into him as soon as possible. Your kiss was frenzied now. His hands traveled up and down your body, caressing every inch of your skin he could reach as he swept his fingertips over you in a hurried march. They returned to your binder, where they lingered for a moment. Fives traced your pert nipples through the fabric, the friction teasing your sensitive skin, but after letting out a small huff in your mouth, he moved on. The timer was clearly ticking for him too. Fives found his true target as his hand trailed downward and made its way between you. He paused at your soaking opening only for a moment, tracing your tight ring of muscle just enough to tease you before he quickly slid a warm finger home.

His lips moved back to your neck as you snapped your hips against his hand. He added a second finger and sank deeper, meeting your movements. It wasn’t long before he found your sweet, spongy spot and pumped his hand against it, pulling moans and mews from your lips. His thumb came to your clit, teasing small circles around your sweet mound until you were putty in his hands.

“Just fuck me already.” You begged.

“Oh, mesh’la.” He nipped at your ear.

It was a promise. Fives pulled his fingers from you and reached for the hem of his body glove. He pulled it down, revealing his hardened length, veiny and thick with want. He took himself in his hand, smearing your slick over it as he stroked himself. You raised yourself up over him. He slotted himself against your entrance before he looked up at you. You met his eyes as you both paused for a beat. Fives looked like he still wanted to say something to you, but after a moment, he just surged forward and captured your mouth with his once more.

“Fives.”

You sunk down onto him as you gasped his name against his lips. He pushed against your walls as he entered you, reaching every corner, the pressure making your head swim. You clawed at his chest as you sank to the hilt, any pain turning quickly to pleasure. He gripped your waist, a sharp breath leaving him as he waited for you to adjust.

“Fuck,” He muttered. His hips twitched beneath you as he battled with his body to give you a moment to recover. “You feel incredible.”

“I need to move, please.” You pleaded with him as you reached for his shoulders.

You began to ride him, lifting yourself up and sinking down, letting his cock fill you up again and again. He raised up to meet you with every movement, turning you into a babbling mess as you came apart on his cock. His hand found your clit again.

His thumb refused to slow as it drew wave after wave of bliss from you. Fives’ eyes watched the place where you came together, staring as he stretched you out with every rolling movement. Soon, you felt yourself being pulled to the brink. You let your head fall into his neck.

“I’m so close.” You mumbled against his skin.

“Look at me.” His lips were pressed against your ear as he begged.

You opened your eyes and lifted your head to meet his eyes. I love you, you wanted to say, but you held back. Instead, you tried to tell him with your eyes and prayed he heard you. You wanted him to feel loved. His eyes burned back at you, meeting you with all the want and need you felt for him. 

White spots formed behind your vision, and you began to shake. Fives snapped his hips upward, pushing you over the edge and sending you plummeting into your orgasm. He followed quickly afterward, cumming with three final thrusts as he filled you up.

You collapsed into his chest, letting your head fall to his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you as he softened within you. You were both slick with sweat, but neither of you moved as you tried to catch your breath. You wondered for a moment if you would, and as Fives’ grip dug a little deeper into your arms, you had a feeling that he was wondering the same thing. But eventually, your breathing slowed, and your eyes started to flutter close.

You felt Fives lift you up and slip out of you, tucking himself back into his blacks. Then, he came back to you,  helping you tug your jumpsuit back on. You frowned at the sudden space between you. Part of you wanted to protest, but even in your hazy bliss, you knew it made sense. If anyone ever did find your bodies, it would be better not to be naked. When you were both dressed, you laid down on the blanket again and pulled him down next to you. Fives let you tug him close as both of you fought sleep just a little longer. You knew you would wake up shortly, clutching your chest and struggling for air. You knew you would both die gasping in stunned breaths. But for now, you were almost happy. His arms wrapped around you, and Fives placed one last kiss on the top of your head. You pressed your ear to his chest and let yourself fall into a final sleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Air came rushing back into your lungs. You choked and coughed on the sudden stream. Your eyes shot open at the sudden rush. A familiar, unmistakable face swam in front of you.

“Rex?” You croaked.

You didn’t recognize your own voice, hoarse and broken. Rex, leaning over you, frowned at your effort. 

“Shhh,” He quickly hushed you. “We’ve got you. Hang in there, ad’ika.”

He reached down, hoisting you up into his arms. The world behind him glowed, and somewhere, dimly in the back of your mind, you slowly formed one word, Sun. Sun, air, Rex. You were saved. Where was Fives, though?

You started to panic. Fives. You wriggled in Rex’s arms.

“Hey, hey!” He warned as he tried to hold on to you.

 “Fives.” You croaked again.

“He’s okay,” Rex assured you, pulling you tighter to him. “Echo’s got him.”

Fives was safe. You stopped wiggling. The darkness crept in again, and you let it take you.

You spent the trip back to Coruscant drifting in and out of consciousness as you floated in a hyperbaric chamber. Nothing was around you. Only a benevolent darkness and your soothed subconscious. Some part of you knew this was supposed to feel peaceful, but something in you was still restless. Even nirvana didn’t feel as peaceful as Fives’ arms had.

Consciousness finally crept up on you in the medbay. Unlike the cave, you knew where you were the moment you opened your eyes. You instantly recognized the sterile walls, the bright lights, and the stiff, scratchy fabric of the patient gowns. And if those weren’t enough clues, the face that soon bobbed over you would have been.

“What the fuck?” Kix prodded at you, poking your shoulder with an outstretched finger as he appeared next to your hospital bed.

“Is this always your bedside manner?” You groaned as you pushed yourself up on your arms, decidedly tired of waking up like this. “No wonder I’m the favorite medic.”

“Like hell you are.” Kix grinned as he waved his fingers in front of your face, starting your second neuro exam of the day. “Besides, this bedside manner is reserved for my civilian medic who tried real hard to die on me.”

“What a bitch.” You sighed as you leaned back into the thin mattress, closing your eyes.

“No kidding,” Kix huffed as he continued your assessment.

You let him feel your pulses and shine a light in your eyes as you drifted off with your thoughts. You were alive. That should be a good thing; underneath, you knew it was. But there was an empty feeling like you had left something in the cave, and it was gone forever. Like it had slipped through your hands. Despite your best efforts, you found your thoughts drifting toward Fives.

Fives. Even his name made your skin crawl now. You practically had thrown yourself at him. For years, you had been able to keep your feelings for him separate from your relationship with him. It was one thing to sleep with him if it was the last thing you ever did. But now you had lived, and you couldn’t take it back. Fives would know now, and when you saw him next, there would be nowhere to hide. 

Finally, Kix was satisfied you were well enough to leave the medbay. He pointed out a pile of clothes that Echo had collected for you and turned to go so you could have some privacy. Before he pulled the door shut across, Kix paused.

“Glad you’re here, ad’ika.” 

You smiled back at the medic, the empty feeling abating just a little. You were alone with your thoughts, but the familiar beeps and alarms of the medbay machinary brought you some comfort. You focused to the squeaky orchestra as you slowly dressed.  You had just pulled your shirt in when there was a knock on the door. 

“Come on in.” You called, trying to think what test Kix could possibly have forgotten.

Instead, Fives opened the door. Your jaw and your heart dropped as you met his brown eyes. 

“Hey, mesh’la.” 

His usual nickname made your stomach twist. Panic threatened to overwhelm you as your heart began to race. You felt your lungs begin to heave again, desperate for more oxygen as your body readied to run. He stayed in the doorway, the space between you both too much and not enough all at once. Your eyes traveled up and down him, clad once again in his armor. There was no softness. Nothing you could cling to anymore. Breathe, you reminded yourself. 

“Hey.” You tried to smile at him but your mouth refused.

“Just wanted to check on you.” He rubbed a hand along the back of his neck, eyes roving around the room.

“I’m good.” You watched him, trying to read his every move, but there was nothing. No hints of what he was feeling or, worse, what he was thinking. Breathe. “You?”

“Yeah.” That sideways smile flickered over his face for an instant and then it was gone. “Good as new.”

Silence settled between you, almost as suffocating as the cavern. Breathe. 

“So we made it.” Fives finally spoke, his look finally finding yours.

“Yeah,” you shifted under his stare. Breathe.

Fives opened his mouth, but a long beep cut him off. He looked down at the comm on his wrist and groaned.

“I gotta take this.” 

“Of course.” You nodded, flashing him a smile that you imagined probably looked more like a grimace.

He nodded before he vanished, ducking out of the door quicker than he had appeared. You dropped back into the cot with a groan. You suddenly wanted to crawl back into the hyperbaric chamber and slip back into the abyss.

Instead, the cruiser made it to Coruscant, and you were able to busy yourself with work. As soon as the landing ship let you out and onto the base, you threw yourself into the medical supplies. You sorted and restocked for hours, ignoring Rex and then Coric when they each tried to stop you in turn.

You were kneeling on the ground, restocking one of the med kits that the clones kept in their barracks, when the lid snapped shut, nearly catching your fingers as it came down.

You glared upwards to find Jesse grinning down at you. Kix stood beside him, arms crossed.

“You‘re coming out.” Kix’s tone was stern. It was the tone he usually reserved for delivering bad medical news. “Doctor’s orders.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but Jesse quickly cut you off.

“Come on,” Jesse nodded towards the door. “We’re all going to 79’s, and we’re not taking no for an answer.”

“Sorry, no is the only answer I’ve got.” You reached to flip the lid back open on the kit, but Kix’s boot beat you to the top, sealing it shut with his weight.

“Just come before we have to unleash more cruel tactics.” Jesse quipped.

“You mean the two of you get more annoying?” You glared at them, but there was no bite behind it.

They glanced at each other and grinned. They had won, and they knew it.

79’s was crowded. Your head throbbed with the bass, remnants of the concussion that you and Kix had a mutual, unspoken agreement to ignore tonight. But it was proving harder than you had hoped. Beyond the music and the flashing lights, the men you came with weren’t helping, despite your affection for their enthusiasm. They all crowded you and Fives into a back booth where they were whooping and hollering at a near-constant rate. Each soldier took turns slapping you on the back and offering to buy you a drink. You smiled at every one of them in turn and thanked them, but you stuck to sipping on water.

You had decided to be sober tonight for a few reasons. The concussion was one of them. The other was across the table, Echo’s arm slung over his shoulder. Echo, who had refused to let Fives stray more than arm’s reach away from him, told the story of how he had been able to triangulate your location based on the maps from the mission briefing and, when he saw the rock wall, knew what had happened. It had taken General Skywalker thirty minutes to get the equipment to the mountainside, and the hot-headed Jedi had apparently fumed the entire time. Then, when the droids moved the rocks from the cave entrance, they were able to pull you out and from the brink of death.

You tried your best to smile at Echo while he recounted. It was proving hard, though, because you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at Fives. To your left, Hardcase leaned across you to whisper to Jesse and Coric.

“We need to get him laid.” He giggled conspiratorially as he glanced at the ARC and then back to his brothers.

“We need to get them both laid.” Jesse elbowed you.

“Nothing like ‘I’m still alive’ sex.” Coric nodded firmly.

Jesse raised a glass. 

“I’ll toast to that!” He smirked, and Hardcase joined them.

The drink sloshed out of their glasses and down the front of your jumpsuit. As it darkened, you remembered the blood. Suddenly nauseous, you jumped from your seat. The clones stared up at you with wide apologetic eyes. Then they all spoke at once.

“Kriff,” Hardcase swore as he tried to signal a droid for a towel.

“Here,” Jesse grabbed for all the napkins he could reach on the table.

“Sorry, sorry!” Coric apologized.

“It’s fine.” You pushed Jesse’s hands away as he tried to dab up the liquid. You turned to Hardcase and nodded to him to let you out of the booth.

He quickly jumped up, still profusely swearing inbetween sincere apologies. You brushed him off as you made for the fresher.

Quickly, you found a hand dryer to dry off your clothes. You glanced in the mirror to inspect the outfit. It was an old jumpsuit you wouldn’t miss if whatever acrid liquor they were drinking wouldn’t come out of it. It wasn’t the stain that caught your eye, though. Instead, you were caught off guard by the sour look on your face. No wonder they were trying to cheer you up, you thought. You didn’t look like someone who had just survived a near-death experience. You looked like someone who had just been sentenced to death.

You sighed. Tonight was a lost cause. You should sneak out now, you decided, and comm Jesse and Kix with an apology later. Coric and Hardcase, too, probably. Tomorrow would be a better day. You just needed time. 

You left the fresher, a sense of hope creeping in for the first time in hours. It fled the moment you stepped back into the bar.

“Hey, I was coming to look for you.”

You stared slackjawed at Fives. He had somehow managed to escape Echo’s grip and was waiting outside the fresher. Clad only in armor from the waist down, and his compression top rolled up to reveal his forearms, he looked even more handsome than usual in the muted, neon light. A sheepish grin danced on his lips. Your heart skipped a beat, and you cursed yourself. Even after everything, you couldn’t shake how you felt.

He opened his mouth to speak again, but a different voice boomed over the music, calling out both of your names.

“What are you two doing back here?” Hardcase sprung on you and threw an arm over your shoulder.

“We were just saying we need to get you two laid!” Hardcase wrapped his other arm around Fives, pulling you both into him. “Nothing like ‘We’re still alive’ sex!”

“Not as good as ‘We’re going to die’ sex.” Fives let out a half-laugh as his eyes slid around Hardcase to meet yours.

You choked. 

You had to leave now. You would have to transfer. Quit. Go AWOL. You didn’t know what you were going to do, but right now, you needed to leave this bar.

“I’ll see you guys at the table.” You said as you slipped out from under Hardcase’s arm.

You scurried through the club, skirting the bar and dashing for the door, desperately avoiding the eyes of any well-meaning clones that stepped out of your way, afraid you might find a pair that would try to stop your flight. 

The cool, Coruscant night air filled your lungs as you gasped, your body still seeking more oxygen. You wondered if that feeling would ever go away. As you tried to catch your breath, you glanced around. The platform outside the club was empty, and there was no air taxi in sight. You sighed and dialed a comm. Then you heard your name. 

“Are you running away?”

The voice was unmistakable. It might haunt you for the rest of your life. You closed your eyes, trapping the tears that suddenly welled up behind your eyelids.

“Just leave me alone, Fives.”

He called your name again. His voice was closer this time. Then you felt a hand come to rest on your shoulder. You stepped away from his grasp before you spun to face him. 

In the wide open platform, Fives looked small for the first time you could remember. His chest was rising and falling quickly like he had run out to catch you. You would have to transfer, you decided at that moment. There was no other way out of this. For either of you. 

“Why did you run away?” 

“Because this isn’t a joke, Fives.” You snapped at him as you took another step backward. You turned your gaze towards the city skyline as the next words spilled out of you before you could stop them. “That wasn’t We’re-going-to-die sex for me. I have feelings for you. I spent a long time ignoring it, but now, I can’t anymore, and I… I don’t know what to do.”

“How long have you had feelings for me?”

“Since I joined the 501st.” You sighed, still not looking at him. “What does it matter?”

“You really have feelings for me?” He asked.

“Is that your only takeaway here?” You could have screamed in frustration, but instead, your tone was quiet and defeated. 

“It’s the only one I need.” 

You let yourself look back at Fives just as he broke into a wide grin. Before you could ask what he meant, Fives reached out and wrapped a hand around your wrist. He tugged you to him, pulling you back into your arms. You barely had a moment to be shocked before he kissed you.

There was nothing hurried about this kiss. When his full lips met yours, he moved against you slowly and sensually. His hand found the back of your head again, and he tilted you up to him as he parted your lips and met your tongue with slow, languid licks. He moved to you cheek and then your jawline where he trailed along with soft, sweet kisses until he found your ear. 

“I’m sorry I joked.” He whispered against your skin. “I’ve loved you for a long time, and I thought I’d messed it all up. I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I love you too, Fives.” You were breathless as you whispered back. 

You barely had time to notice that it was a different kind of breathless, one of excess rather than deficit. You threw your arms around his shoulders as you found his lips once more. Instead of death waiting at the end of the kiss, it was the rest of your life. 

By the time you got to your apartment, your jumpsuit was half unzipped, and lipstick was smeared across Fives’ face. Neither of you cared as you stumbled through the doorway and into the bedroom. 

You tugged at your zipper, desperate to strip the fabric from your body. When you finally freed yourself and let it pool on the ground around your ankles, you realized Fives wasn’t wrapped around you anymore. You spun, only to find him watching you from the doorway. A soft smile played on his lips. Peace settled across his brow. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Hurry up, get your armor off and kriff me already.” You teased as you sat on the bed, patting the mattress next to you.

He chuckled as he stepped towards you. Then he paused, bending down to remove one of his shin plates and then the other. He moved slowly, like a man with all the time in the world. You felt excitement pulsing through you as you waited. Anticipation had every cell in your body vibrating as you waited for his touch.

Finally, stripped down to his body suit, he crossed the room in two strides until he towered over you. You felt your mouth fall open just a little as you looked up at him.

“No,” He brought a knuckle to your chin, winking as he closed your mouth. “This time, I’m going to take my time with you.” 

He dropped the knuckle to your chest and pushed you over with one gentle finger. You fell softly back into the bed, your legs hanging off the edge. Staring up at your ceiling, you didn’t have time to wonder at his plan before you felt two strong palms pushing your knees apart. You looked down to see Fives fall to his knees next to the bed. A hungry look danced in his eye. His fingers wrapped around the elastic of your underwear, and you lifted up your rear enough for him to strip your panties from you. Your head fell back as you exhaled.

Fives’ lips began to ghost over your legs. The breath that skated across your body seemed to steal the one on your lips. He nipped and licked at the sensitive skin as he moved up from your knees to your inner thighs. You shivered, and your hips started to wiggle as you ached for his touch where you needed it most.

“Patience, mesh’la.” Fives whispered, his words hovering above your throbbing core.

Finally, his tongue met your center as he licked one long stripe along your lower lips. You let out a desperate moan at the attention. Your eyes fell to meet his just as he chuckled at your reaction. He flashed a smile at you before he turned back to the sight before him. He began to trace long, slow circles around your entrance, making you clench around the emptiness. His nose grazed over your clit, sending a shudder through your body and pulling another moan from your lips. Satisfied with the withering mess you had become from his teasing, Fives sunk his tongue into you. He began to lick and suck in a frenzy, groaning as he tasted you. His attention worked you quickly to the brink. He sank two fingers into your slick entrance, curling them until you cried out and came, spasming around him. 

When the raptureous swell subsided, you lifted yourself up to your elbows to be greeted by Fives stripping his compression suit from his body. Finally naked, he grinned down at you with your arousal still shining in his facial hair. In an unspoken agreement, you both paused, taking the time to admire the other person. Time you didn’t get before. Muscled, broad, and covered in scattered scars and tattoos, you’d seen Fives without his shirt before. Even before your moment in the cave, you’d personally patched up more than a few of those wounds. But that didn’t stop him from taking your breath away now. Your eyes skated over his bronze form before falling to his erect, hardened length. He was weeping, having teased himself as much as he teased you. You looked back up to meet Fives’ eyes. His gaze met yours. They were shining.

“Now, will you kriff me already?” You smirked at him.

“I can’t wait another second.” He rasped.

You moved up to find the head of the bed as he clambered next to you. He moved over you in the next motion, caging you into the mattress. His honey eyes bored into yours for a moment before he leaned down and captured you in another kiss. You met his lips with a fury, tasting yourself on his tongue. You sighed into his mouth as you felt him slot against your entrance. Slowly, he sank into you, the stretch just as overwhelming as before. Your breath hitched in your throat, and Fives paused. He pulled away, watching your face as he slid back out from you before sinking in again. He continued in slow and measured movements, thrusting in and out until he was pulling moans from you with every roll of his hips. Your hand wrapped around his neck and found purchase in his curls as you looked for anything to hold on to. His breath became heavy and thick in your ear as he muttered praises.

“You feel so good.” He groaned. “My good girl. You- you have no idea... Wanted this so badly.”

His words made you clench around him, and he swore at the vice grip of your warmth. He began to move with a fury, and one hand fell to where your bodies met and found your sensitive nub. He began to draw slow circles around your swollen mound. Your arms fell to the sheets, digging into the fabric at the sensation, still overstimulated from his earlier attentions. You angled your hips up, meeting every thrust of his with one of your own. The new angle let him sink even further into you, bringing new depths of ecstasy. His circles around your clit quickened. 

You began to shake as Fives brought you to the edge. Then, with a cry of his name, you stiffened as another orgasm washed over you. He returned your cry with one of his own as he finished inside you. He collapsed into your neck as he buried himself to the hilt one last time.

Fives rolled over, pulling you with him. You curled up, laying your head on his chest. You felt the thudding pulse of his heart against your ear. Without thinking, you raised a hand to his chest and began to tap one finger along with the beat. Lub, dub. Lub, dub. A tiny snort met your ears. You raised your eyes up to meet Fives’ bright stare.

“What are you doing, mesh’la?” He smiled down at you, the old nickname ringing with a different meaning now. 

“It… I just needed to feel it. Hear it.” You breathed in rhythm with its gentle drumming. “I needed to know it was still beating.”

“It is.” Fives captured your hand in his and pressed to his chest. “For you. Always for you.”

You looked up at him with glassy eyes. He kissed your forehead before he leaned back into the pillow. As sleep took you, you listened to the cadence of his heartbeat with a smile on your lips.

[clone-anon-after-dark]

Lunch

Hardcase x F!Reader

Word count: 1477

Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, oral sex (reader receiving), sexual athleticism, PiV, unprotected sex

A/N: established relationship.  I headcanon that Hardcase finds grounding with his partner, so he can become less intense sometimes when he’s with them and I definitely used that idea here.  And like all the clones, Hardcase is really strong so I wanted to showcase that.  Also, I know I said I would describe feelings more than body parts in my writing, but Hardcase is so physical this one got out of hand. If you’d like this or something similar rewritten for an Amab!reader, send me a message and let me know what you’re thinking.  

You got lunch with Hardcase at least once a week. It was how you met and it was how you started dating.  Now it was just part of your relationship.  Usually you met somewhere, but lately he wanted to have lunch at your apartment and today was no different.  He showed up balancing drinks and multiple bags of food.  He had trouble deciding what to eat. Again. And it made you smile.

“Trouble choosing,” you asked as you kissed his cheek and let him in.

“Initially, yes,” he replied.  He put the food on the table. “And then no.”

“So then why all the food if you decided?”

“Oh I still don’t know what food I want,” he said as he grinned at you and threw his shirt off, “but I know what I want for lunch.”

You threw your shirt off just as fast and replied, “Food can wait,” as you flung your arms around him.  

You pulled at each others’ pants, tugging his and his boxer briefs down in one movement.  He shuffled around to get them off his ankles and got annoyed when he realized they were stuck around his boots too.  You giggled watching him reach down to take off his boots and made sure you were topless just in time for your breasts to greet him as he stood back up.

“Hello!”  His eyes got big and his smile bigger.

You feigned annoyance. “Hardcase, my eyes are up here.” 

“And such beautiful eyes they are,” he said, kissing your lips hungrily while pulling off your pants.  The flurry of movement briefly stopped when he looked down at your underwear and said, “Aww, I love these. Such a fun color,” before helping you out of them.  You playfully laughed and he apologized for getting distracted.  

“It’s okay,” you said. “I love that you noticed.”

You went to kiss him again, but no sooner had you done so and he cleared a spot on the table, picked you up, and sat you on the edge.

“Now,” he said, hand to your chest, “I want you to lay back so I can have my lunch.”

You laughed at him, but laid down.  Your legs shook a little in anticipation and you knew you were already getting wet.  But with Hardcase, he always found a way to make you wetter.

One hand held your thigh in place while the other reached up to play with your nipples.  You sat up just slightly, enough to kiss his fingertips as he reached out to caress your face and make him sigh before he encouraged you to lay back down again.  He was licking and sucking wildly.  He certainly kept it interesting.  One moment he was intensely focused on your core of pleasure, tongue lapping up everything.  The next moment he left a hickey on your hip.  He put a finger inside you while continuing to suck on your hip. 

You were panting. Unable to know what to focus on, but loving the attention throughout your body. Between soft moans you managed to ask, “What are you doing, love?”

He looked up from the spot he left on your hip and grinned. “That one spot is just the cutest,” he replied.  He left a trail from there back to your folds.

After another moment of making you moan, he lifted his head and asked, “Wait, are you comfortable on the table?”  

Before you could answer he scooped you up and took you to the bedroom, but didn’t put you on the bed.  Instead, he kneeled in front of you, ready to worship your body.  He lifted you so your thighs were on his shoulders, back to the wall, and he continued sucking on your tender folds and circling his tongue around your clit, altering the pace between slow and wild. As fast and intense as he could be, he had learned that intense didn’t have to be rough.  He put two fingers inside you, taking his time there, drawing sighs of pleasure out of you.  It was in contrast to all the furious work his tongue was doing, and the two together sent electricity throughout your body.  You noticed his hips thrusting into nothing, and it made you even hotter.  You clung to him with your legs, hands resting on his head, as you screamed out his name and came on his face.  He continued working you over throughout your orgasm, savoring every drop of release he could.  You almost wanted to cry.  The thrill he always got from bringing you to climax left you in no doubt of his devotion.  He looked up at you like it was the best day of his life.

After a few ragged breaths, you grinned at him and whispered, “Your turn.”

“Actually,” he replied, “It’s both our turn.”

Hardcase picked you up and stood.  You wrapped your legs around his waist and clung to his shoulders.  This position was new, but somehow not shocking that he would want to try it.

“It’s okay,” he said reassuringly, “I got you.”

You started to get comfortable being held like this and kissed him.  He lifted your hips just enough and reached down to line up his cock with your entrance.  He held you and started thrusting.  He loved watching you bounce on his cock and started panting “mesh’la, mesh’la, mesh’la” with each bounce.  You got lost in his eyes and felt a warm tingle throughout your body.

As fun as it was, you both worked up much more of a sweat easily and he paused to lay you down in bed before continuing to move his hips for all he was worth.  Fast felt good this way until it wasn’t doing it for you as much.  The excitement that was building up seemed to plateau and he could tell on your face before you even said anything.

He paused, looking worried. “What is it?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know, I think I’m getting into my own head.”

“Whatever it is, I got you.” He looked at you reassuringly and changed his angle.  “I just want you to feel good, cyar’ika.”  

He smiled at you and touched your clit with his thumb.  He worked it over in the pattern he knew you loved and you gasped out, suddenly feeling your body respond and the fire within reemerge.

“Is this okay for you,” you managed to ask between moans, wanting him to feel as good as he was making you feel.

“Oh this is perfect,” he panted. “I love lunch with you.”

You laughed and he winked.  He picked up the pace again, but didn’t neglect the work his thumb was doing.  One more thrust and swirl of his thumb sent you over the edge.  You shouted his name as your body contracted and released around his cock.

“Yes,” he panted.  “I want to hear you.”

You looked at him as you felt waves of pleasure surge through your body.  He watched you, smiling.  His smile wasn’t just playful anymore.  His love for you was written all over him. 

You reached up and pulled him down for a deep kiss.  He laid his head against your neck and chuckled when he felt you reach down and grab both ass cheeks, encouraging him to bury himself as deep into you as he needed.  

He finally slowed down and you could feel his muscles shudder as his release spilled into you.  He laid there with you in the afterglow, completely calm.  It was a rare side of him that only you got to see.  You traced his tattoos and kissed his lips.  He ran a hand over your arm and your back before he returned the kiss.  Eventually, he went to the refresher to get a warm washcloth and cleaned both of you up.  He was still much more calm than usual Hardcase.  

“Let’s eat lunch,” he said, holding out a hand. “I mean food lunch.”

You smiled and took his hand.  He sat at the table and pulled you into his lap, the both of you still completely naked.  You started eating the food he brought and he was still calm, although his energy was returning to normal.  You rested your forehead to his and he put down his food for a moment.

“I love you,” he said quietly. “I really love you. Do you know how much I love you?”

You gave him a warm smile and rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs before kissing them.  “I know you do.  I love you too. More than anything.”

You both let out calm breaths, feeling secure in each other, and went back to eating.  By the time you’ve both cleaned up after lunch and put your clothes back on, he was more his energetic self and happy as always to have had lunch with you.

Tagging: @splashofspotchka

[kartaylirnaak]

Kinktober 2024 Day 3

Prompt: Vibrator

Dogma/Hardcase/Tup

Explicit, No Archive Warnings

Tags: Vibrators, overstimulation, blow job, threesome, polyamory, praise kink, prostate milking, bottom sub Dogma, dom top Hardcase and Tup, light dom/sub

Summary: Hardcase and Tup turn Dogma into a limp, drooling mess.

[palpipeen]

Life Day: Nice or Naughty...?

Lucky for all you naughty naughty people, you get BOTH. <3

Also yes, I live.

ANYWAY, info stuff time~

------- It's Life Day, and you're with your boy of choice. <3 Rating: NC-17 for Sexual Themes Warnings: Holiday Stuff (no mention of family other than the clones), consensual somnophilia (Fox eating you out in your sleep), oral, PinV/A, Lots of Fluff followed by Lots of Smut Reader has no gender~ WC: 2253 AN: So I hit 101 followers and I’m on the floor, screaming crying sobbing throwing up and shitting. Thank y’all so much. Here is a leetol gift for the season~ This is set in my “And Nothing Bad Ever Happened, Ever AU” so. People still be dyin’ and dead but there’s not quite so much tragedy. Also we’re goin with a SFW and a NSFW theme, so the first batch will be listed as “NICE” and then the rest will be “NAUGHTY”. ENJOY.

ALL OF MY WORK IS INTENDED FOR AUDIENCES THAT ARE 18+. Minors DNI.

NICE

Starting off with our boy Commander Fox:

Life Day with Fox is honestly my personal ideal. Fox just wants one day (1) where he isn’t expected to do a thousand things a minute, he isn’t expected to answer a thousand questions from a thousand soldiers and senators or delegate any tasks. Also, you two don’t even have to leave your own home! Fox just wants to be somewhere that isn’t the Guard HQ that he can just exist and relax for the holiday, and he does just that. Like the rest of the GAR he doesn’t have much credits, so instead of buying you something he gives you something small that he made. Not sure what it would be, but it’s made with love and adoration. He will absolutely NOT be discussing how he went through five test runs with your gift, and he’s got them stuffed away in his contraband closet in his office. He also won’t mention how it took him literal months to complete, in part because of his schedule and because he wanted it to be fucking perfect. And it is. He made it while thinking of no one but you, and it illustrates the depth of his love for you. (Which is deeper than ANY of the deep sea trenches on Kamino.)

Next Up, my Personal Bestest Boy Hardcase:

Okay now I love Hardcase, but his Life Day would be. So. Fucking. BUSY. Hey Hardcase, you DO know that it’s LITERALLY physically impossible to give presents to ALL of your siblings in ONE day right? Oh you’re gonna make it happen?! Okay, Chris Fuckin Cringle, jesus fuck. He would though, you know he would, he would make it work. Hardcase is the exact opposite of the biggest Bah Humbug motherfucker you’ve ever met. Not only that, Hardcase is doing SO. MUCH. COOKING. But don’t worry - he’s making you all of your favorite dishes, and has been buying you little gifts ever since he found out Life Day was a THING that made him think of you and how much he loves you. While Hardcase knows that material things aren’t the reason for the season, he still wants to spoil you. He’s also just a bundle of wonder and awe, but he is also very generous - if he sees a family in need during the season he’s dropping everything he can to see how he can help make their season better. In a post-war world where Hardcase lives and everything is FINE, nothing bad happened, he’s definitely volunteering part of Life Day at a soup kitchen or shelter of some sort. All in all - Hardcase brings the joy of the season, whether anyone is ready for it or not. (Trust me - you aren’t.)

Speaking of Bah Humbugs…Commander Wolffe:

Oh, Wolffie. Oooh, Wolffie. You’re a mean one ain’t’cha? So yeah, Wolffe might be the biggest party-pooper out of the bunch. He just doesn’t get it - and he doesn’t mean to spoil it for everyone. He’s just not sure why all of this matters at first. So he’s the sulky uncle who sits alone, nursing some really strong drink throughout most of the day…at least he’s that way at first. But show him some younglings decorating a tree and enthusing about the holiday season and you unlock something in him. I stand by the HC that Wolffe actually has a soft spot for kiddos - it brings out the best parts of him that aren’t a soldier. So yeah, one minute Wolffe is sitting in the corner, barely making conversation with anyone - because let’s be honest, Wolffe is absolutely ass at small-talk and most conversations - and the next, he’s hoisting a youngling up to put the topper on some gaudily decorated tree. Meanwhile two other younglings are decorating him because he’s as tall as some of the trees they’ve seen. Also, Wolffe would absolutely wipe the floor with his fashion sense for the season - Wolffe being a fashionista is always something I can get behind. He’d also be down for an ugly sweater contest, purely because if you can’t give the judges the perfect scowl in that gaudy, awful thing, are you really even competing? (Also yes, him and Fox have a vicious competition with each other. It almost always ends with them having an argument where one of them inevitably puts the other in a headlock.)

Oh we can’t forget about Captain Rex:

Alright so, here’s a character I haven’t really gotten into. But I feel like if you’re looking for that cliche Hallmark Christmas movie experience, or something similar without the misogyny, you’d want to spend Life Day with Rex. Rex obviously gets invited by General Skywalker’s very dear friend, Senator Amidala, to spend Life Day on Naboo. In fact, the entire 501st do, but it’s the one time he doesn’t have to look after them. Instead, he’s spending his days experiencing - well, life. Naboo doesn’t have a typical winter season, but the vibes are still there, so he’s definitely drinking hot chocolate with whipped cream, marshmallows, candy cane sticking out - literally every morning. (Don’t judge him, he’s earned it.) And if you just so happen to be Rex’s partner, well, he’s also wanting to drink that hot chocolate with you every morning, and get out there and experience everything the season has to offer. And he can’t buy much, but the gift he gets you (besides his time, which is precious) is priceless. There is such obvious love and time and effort put into getting you something that is perfect for you. Also, you two get to have dinner on your own - just the two of you. (Tooth rotting stuff, truly.)

Arright now for the SINFUL SHIT~

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Naughty

Foxy Boy~

So obviously, any time you and Fox get to spend with each other where Fox doesn’t have to worry about his men, you are fucking. Nonstop. But around Life Day, when he’s given the all clear for some VERY much deserved R&R, he indulges once…and then nothing. Besides heavy make-out sessions, he stops you just before it gets too heavy - tells you he just wants to savor his time with you without sex. Alright, that’s fine at first, but then you’re starting to get antsy. Why isn’t he in your pants like he normally is?! You finally wheedle it out of him - he’s got a surprise for you on Life Day proper. It’s not much, but it really is the thought that counts. And boy howdy, did he think this through. So you wake up to breakfast in bed - you also wake up to him, under the sheets, with his head between your legs. Who knows how long he’s been under there, because you wake up coming on his tongue. After that he feeds you by hand - a breakfast he made from scratch. And it’s not just good, it’s incredible. You do most of the cooking when you two get together, and some of Fox’s attempts at cooking weren’t great - but this? This is gourmet. Where did these skills come from?! Fox reveals that he’s been taking cooking lessons for today, which is impressive considering his schedule. After making sweet, slow love to you, he clears up breakfast (naked) and the rest of the day continues like that. Eventually you two do have to get out of bed for a bath (which you take together of course), and move to the living room for dinner (which he also made, it is lavish and delicious and perfect). Fox really just wants to show you how much he cares for you, and do what he can for you while he has this time with you. It’s precious to him - just about as precious as you are to him.

Ho-Ho-Hardcase:

Alright so yeah - Hardcase would do some really, REALLY cheesy shit on Life Day once everything calms down and he’s got you to himself. And not just the whole rose petals, candles (where’d he find those?? Do those exist in Star Wars???) and red satin sheets. Oh no. He’s got the Star Wars equivalent of a Santa costume on. (IDK what that is in SW, and I’m writing this at 1:30am - research is beyond me rn.) It’s ridiculous, but it’s what you’ve come to expect from him - and somehow he makes it so hot?! Well it’s probably because the get-up is little more than suspenders and trousers that leave nothing to the imagination, and he’s got this whole script going…. Which is way hotter than it should be. Hardcase would absolutely be in his element doing this: seducing you while telling you how naughty you’ve been, how he should just be punishing you. But you look so sweet, so it’d be a shame to let that spoil. Needless to say, you spend a lot of time on his lap. He also somehow managed to get you a whole new miniature collection of sex toys - with a few for him, of course. You two spend the night and into the wee hours of the morning just having the raunchiest, most thoroughly exhausting sex of your life. And Hardcase has a rule for the day - for every one time he cums, he’s making you cum three more times. Strap in, you’re in for a very long ride. (Mayhamps….a sleigh ride, oooOOOOHOHOHOHO--)

Krampus. I mean Wolffe:

Much like Fox, any time Wolffe gets time off to spend with you, it’s going to be spent absolutely railing you. And any chance he gets, he’s doing just that. Out looking at light displays? Good thing you’re taking a personal speeder, because he’s having you pull over and fogging up the windows while fucking your brains out. Going to some fancy restaurant? He meets you in the bathroom and takes you in one of the stalls. (Good thing he’s very good at keeping you quiet.) But the best time is the night of Life Day - he’s been teasing you at the 104th holiday party, giving you those looks, lingering touches that sets your skin on fire, whispering so close to your ear that his lips brush your skin and send shivers down your spine. When Wolffe finally announces both of you are leaving, the whole battalion knows what’s going to happen when you two get to your place. Wolffe has a trick up his sleeve though - normally, he’s the one calling the shots. But tonight he’s leaving it in your capable hands - he’ll do whatever you ask. And you do just that -thoroughly rescrambling his brain with that amazing sloppy toppy, edging him after you tie his hands to the headboard, and finally letting him blast the fattest nut in you - and then the two of you fall asleep like that, after you untie his hands. Throughout the night Wolffe and you wake up when he gets hard again, reaffirming just how close and devoted the two of you are to each other.

And Finally, Rex:

Oh, Rex. Remember what I said about that cliche Hallmark Christmas movie shmutz? Yeah, it gets better. (Worse?) Rex is much like Fox in that the day starts off with him pleasuring you. The two of you barely awake while he’s doing it, but when he’s awake enough he stills your hands and takes over. Slowly, slowly bringing you to climax, and being very thorough while he does it. When he’s finally finished (it takes him a good three orgasms until he’s satisfied), he enters you slowly. It’s so warm, so intimate, so raw and sweet in the best of ways as he makes slow, tender love to you. Murmuring how you just being in his life is the greatest gift the universe ever gave any man, much less him. The world melts away until it’s just you two, and it isn’t until he gets a message on his commlink that you two realize you’re late for the 501st holiday party. After reluctantly prying yourselves away from each other (after a very steamy shower, that is), the two of you go to the party. Somehow, someone (-coughHARDCASEcough-) got a hold of fireworks. And as the two of you watch the spectacular light show, you eventually notice Rex watching you. The devotion, adoration, pure unconditional love in that man’s eyes moves the galaxy around you. And listen, I’m not saying an engagement happens during the fireworks - but he might say something along the lines of how he wants to spend all of the Life Days to come by your side. (And then you two go back home and BANG some more. There, ended smutty.)

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And that’s it folks! I started this back when I had 101 followers - and didn’t get back to it until the new year. WILD. Sorry for my extended absence. I’ve missed y’all SO much, and I’m hoping to get back into writing soon! I hope everyone had a safe and sane holiday without too much stress, a lot of niceness and a bit of spice. ;) Y’all deserve it! <3

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Pictures or It Didn't Happen

Commander Thorn x reader featuring Fives, Kix, Jesse, Vaugh, Hawk, Hardcase, and Original Clone Troopers Zero, Cayde, and Cupid

Summary: A game of Truth or Dare results in Fives regretting what he thought would be a funny dare.

Word Count: ~6.0k

Warnings: smut 18+, this is really just filth. established (kind of secret) relationship, unprotected piv sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), brief spanking, creampie. Let me know if I missed anything.

A/N: I finally finished this smut that I've been promising for way too long lmao I hope it was worth the wait 💀. I also want to thank you @a-single-tulip for letting me borrow her OC, Cupid ❤️

Sometimes you wondered why you subjected yourself to shit like this, especially when the 501st had just come off a successful campaign. 

The night had started out peaceful, but it never stayed that way when alcohol was involved. That’s how you found yourself crowded into one of 79’s booths with Fives, Jesse, Kix, Vaughn, and Hawk, playing a ridiculous yet intense game of Truth or Dare. Vaughn was the most recent target, spilling his most embarrassing encounter with a natborn, which happened to be when he lost his virginity. Jesse and Kix were still trying to breathe through crippling laughter five minutes later. 

“It’s not that funny,” Vaughn huffed, hiding behind his drink. You lightly patted his arm with a smile but he must’ve seen your barely contained amusement because he shot you a narrow-eyed glare. 

“Sorry,” you giggled, nudging Vaughn with your shoulder. It took a few more minutes before the laughter finally tapered off and Hawk offered to get the next round. You glanced across the table at where Fives was sitting, noting the pinched expression on his face. “What’s your problem?” 

“Hm?” Fives hummed, shifting his eyes from whatever he was staring at over your shoulder. “Oh, nothing.”

“Wanna try that again?” Fives rolled his eyes but jerked his chin over your head, prompting you to twist around, noting the few shock troopers standing near the bar. 

“The Guard’s here to ruin everyone’s fun,” Fives grumbled, taking a sip of his drink. 

“Oh, come on, they aren’t that bad,” you argued lightly, watching the three troopers talking to the bartender. None of them had removed their helmets but you picked up on a few idiosyncrasies the longer you watched the trio. 

“They’re stuck up,” Jesse cut in, elbowing Kix when his brother tried to steal the last of his drink. “Think they’re better than us when they just hang around on triple zero.”

“You’re being harsh,” you chided, turning back to the table of troopers. You had met and subsequently formed an easy friendship with Torrent Company when they accompanied you to Geonosis after the parasitic worm incident. Technically, you didn’t work for the GAR but the microbiology lab you did work for had negotiated a contract that allowed you to study the highly classified specimens troops came in contact with. It was pure luck that the 501st was one of the battalions tasked with escorting you and it had all been downhill from there. 

You adored the boys in blue but seeing that you spent a good portion of your time on Coruscant, you had a soft spot for the Corries too. 

“Didn’t realize our little lab rat liked ‘em so much,” Fives noted, arching a brow. You caught the hint of a smirk on his lips and you had a sinking feeling you weren’t going to like whatever mischievous thoughts were swirling around in his head.

“I do see them the most,” you responded, faintly rolling your eyes. Hawk chose that moment to slide back into the booth beside you, distributing drinks around the table and blessedly shifting the conversation away from the Guard. 

“Alright, Mouse, you’re up,” Vaughn cut in, swatting at Fives who was trying to steal his shot. “Truth or Dare.” You had kept it mostly tame, sticking to truth questions and the boys had let it slide but you knew that it wouldn’t last much longer and decided to just give in. 

“I guess it’s time for a dare,” you sighed, mindlessly swirling your fresh drink. The entire table lit up, the brothers leaning together to whisper ideas except for one. Fives was still staring you down across the table, his smile taking on a sharp edge that made you tense. Thankfully, you hadn’t tried to take a drink because the next time his mouth opened, you nearly choked on your own spit.

“I dare you to fuck Thorn.” The entire table went eerily silent, Kix, Jesse, Hawk, and Vaughn slowly sitting back in their seats as they gaped at their brother. You were too stunned to speak, blinking rapidly at the smug ARC trooper. “What? You seem to like them so much so why not? And don’t forget, pictures or it didn’t happen.”

“Dude,” Jesse whispered, glancing between you and Fives. You almost wanted to be irritated by it, knowing Fives was just being an ass for the sake of stirring shit but your devious side won out this time. 

“Fine,” you chirped, cutting off whatever Jesse was going to say next. Five pairs of eyes locked onto your face with varying degrees of surprise.

“Woah, Mouse, he’s not serious,” Kix rushed out, trying to backpedal for his brother.

“And why not? It’s not like he said Fox,” you countered, arching a brow. You could imagine the look on Fox’s face if that were the case and you barely contained the urge to start cackling. The table of troopers just stared at you, even Fives who you assumed had expected you to back down. “Hang tight, let’s see if the boys know where he is.” 

“Wait!” Hawk shouted, trying to grab you when you slid under the table. Ignoring the disgusting floor you hurried out of reach, throwing a smile over your shoulder as you approached the trio of Corries still lingering by the bar. One helmet turned slightly, catching your approach, and you were almost positive he was smiling based on the way he straightened.

“Hey, Zero,” you laughed, coming to a stop at his side.

“What’re you doing here?” he asked, glancing at his brothers who had turned at the sound of your voice.

“The 501st is planet-side so they invited me out for a drink,” you explained, glancing at the table of troopers blatantly staring. Cayde and Cupid shared a subtle look before Cayde sighed under his breath, returning to his conversation with the bartender. 

“What can we do for ya, Mouse?” Cupid asked, leaning an arm against the bar and you could picture the easy smile on his face.

“Where’s your commander?” Zero stiffened at the mention of their CO, quickly clearing his throat to cover his momentary slip.

“Everything okay?” Zero whispered, leaning down so you could hear him better. 

“I’m fine,” you laughed, refraining from patting his arm and giving yourself away. “Fives wanted to be cute and stir shit so I figured I’d play along.”

“Involving Fox?” Cupid wondered, tilting his head.

“No, Thorn,” you corrected, darting your eyes toward Torrent’s table. 

“You’re in luck,” Cayde spoke up, turning to face you. “Commander Thorn’s on patrol with us.” Cayde jerked his chin at something over your head and you twisted around just as 79’s doors slid closed, a familiar red-winged helmet scanning the immediate area. You bit back on a goofy grin when Thorn worked his way through the crowd with the ease of a commanding officer. Seeing him in his element, the strong, proud commander made your blood feel too hot, forcing you to stifle the urge to squeeze your thighs together. 

“Commander,” the three shinies synchronously greeted.

“Gentlemen,” Thorn responded before his helmet turned enough to catch sight of you. “Ma’am.”

“Nice to see you again, Commander,” you murmured, the hint of a smile playing on your lips. Thorn continued to study you for a moment before shifting his attention back to the three troopers standing around you. 

“Head out, boys, we’ll debrief outside before shift’s over,” Thorn huffed, jerking his head toward the door. The three troopers replied with another synchronous “yes sir”, pausing long enough to wave at you before making their way into Coruscant’s cool night. You glanced back up at Thorn, his words sinking in after a few seconds.

“I forgot you’re almost finished for the night,” you commented, smiling when his head tilted slightly.

“Lost track of time, huh?” he chuckled, shifting his weight so he was a hair closer to you. “How’re drinks with the bane of Rex’s existence going?” 

“Interesting,” you laughed, glancing at said trooper from the corner of your eye. All five of them were zeroed in on your conversation, looking more stunned than before and you nearly laughed. You looked up at Thorn again, a smirk tugging at the corner of your lips as you leaned closer, hooking a finger under his belt to keep him from backing away. His hands shot up, hovering in the air near your shoulders and you could only imagine the stunned look on his face. 

“What - what are you doing?” he whispered, his visor never leaving your face. The dare wasn’t necessarily a secret but you wanted to have a little fun before giving in and telling him, so you pressed yourself against his chest. The soft hitch in his breathing was only audible seeing that you were practically glued to his chest plate but it made your face feel warm nonetheless. 

“Do you have any idea how good you looked walking in here a minute ago?” you purred, tugging lightly on his belt. You were close enough to see his throat bob under the collar of his blacks, his arms dropping bit by bit until one hand hovered near your lower back. 

“Mm, why don’t you tell me?” Thorn rumbled, some of the rigidity finally leaving his posture. 

“How about I show you?” you countered, standing on your toes. Thorn didn’t move aside from the weight of his hand settling on your waist, squeezing once. His head was angled down slightly allowing you to lean forward and press a feather-light kiss to his helmet’s mockery of a mouth. A warm hand wrapped around the fingers hooked in his belt but he didn’t push them away, if anything, he pulled you closer, pressing the unforgiving curve of his codpiece into your leg. 

“What the hell’s gotten into you?” Thorn murmured, his grip on your waist tightening again. Although you were having fun winding him up, you figured you should let him in on the joke sooner rather than later. 

“Fives dared me to fuck you,” you stated with a small shrug. 

“I thought they didn’t know about us.” 

“They don’t,” you giggled, rolling your lips into your mouth. Thorn stared at you for a moment, completely silent before his shoulders started to shake the tiniest bit. 

“I think that’s cheating,” he teased, slowly rubbing your side. 

“Want me to try and follow through with Fives’ original idea of seducing Fox?” If it weren’t for his chest's faint rise and fall against yours, you would’ve thought he turned into stone before your eyes. Then his hand tightened again, grip harsher than the first time and it sent a thrill shooting up your spine. 

“Like you’d even try,” Thorn scoffed, yet his hold on you spoke to a glimmer of jealousy at the thought.

“I wouldn’t,” you hummed, absently playing with the edge of his kama. “So are you in or not?”

“The hell kind of question is that?” he huffed, a hint of amusement coloring his voice. 

“I do have to warn you, Fives told me there have to be pictures or it didn’t happen,” you confessed, expression softening. Thorn canted his head, studying you for a moment and you gasped as you felt his codpiece press harder into your leg. It could barely be considered a roll of his hips but it was a far more physical answer than you were expecting. 

“I think I can get on board with that,” he rumbled, his head inching closer to yours. The mere suggestion of documenting what you did behind closed doors had your pulse jumping, painfully aware of how wet you already were.

“Lead the way, handsome,” you breathed, barely containing your excitement. 

“I need to debrief the rest of the boys first, muffin,” Thorn laughed, finally peeling himself away from you, although he continued to hold on to the fingers that had been toying with his belt. “Once that’s done, you can have your way with me.”

“I supposed I can wait that long,” you sighed dramatically, not bothering to hide the almost giddy smile on your face. 

“Come on, troublemaker,” he chuckled, tugging you toward the door. A second before the door slid open you twisted around, eyes immediately finding the table of troopers who still looked just as dumbstruck as they did when you left. You lifted your free hand, wiggling your fingers in a smug little wave before Thorn pulled you out of sight. 

Thorn begrudgingly released your hand once you were outside, approaching the rest of his squad while you stood off to the side. Thorn nodded along to whatever Cupid was saying, watching the trooper absently tapping the spot over his heart and you couldn’t help but smile. However, the smile melted off your face when he tilted his head back as far as he could, arms extended in front of himself, clearly trying to stretch his shoulders, but that didn’t stop your eyes from dropping to the sliver of skin peeking out from under his helmet. 

That pose gave you a wicked idea. 

The shift from a composed, well-behaved boyfriend to whatever insatiable beast Thorn had become had your knees buckling. The second your apartment door shut, he was on you, helmet haphazardly tossed aside in favor of curling a hand around your throat and yanking you into a clumsy kiss. Your fingers instinctively curled around the edge of his chest plate, steadying yourself as he walked you down the hall to your bedroom. 

Your knees hit the edge of your mattress as Thorn’s tongue explored your mouth as if he hadn’t done it a million times before. The press of hard plastoid against your leg had you breaking the kiss, letting his lips trail across your cheek and down the side of your neck. Your fingers curled around the rounded edge of his shoulder bell, tugging lightly, making Thorn chuckle against your skin.

“Go on, you know how,” he urged playfully, his hand moving around to the back of your neck. You almost cursed him, knowing he wasn’t going to make this easy as you felt his teeth graze your thundering pulse. 

“Stop being a cheeky shit and help me,” you huffed, tossing his stupid shoulder bell aside. 

“So bossy,” Thorn teased, smirking against your throat before working his way back to your mouth. A soft sigh passed through your nose as he licked into your mouth, tasting like caf and something sweet he probably stole from Fox. 

Thorn unclipped his belt, his kama falling to the floor with a thud as you worked open the clips on his chest armor, never breaking the kiss. It was a dance you’d done more times than you could count but it somehow still made your heart race. Thorn caught his chest plate before it could hit your feet, breaking the kiss but not without nipping at your bottom lip. He tossed the piece of armor aside, bending over to work on his legs but you stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. Thorn looked up, a few dirty blonde curls falling in his eyes as he looked up at you. 

“Let me,” you urged, guiding him to stand straight again. He angled his head down, eyes glued to your face as you knelt at his feet, his hand clenching and unclenching at his side. You expertly worked off each piece of armor, barely having to look away from his face. With each piece that fell away his eyes grew darker, making your fingers tremble faintly with the weight of his stare. For all of Thorn’s lighthearted fun and goofy grins, he could still be intense, flaying you open with a single look. 

Thorn carefully stepped out of his boots, kicking them to the side as your fingers trailed up the inside of his thigh. The muscles twitched under his skin-tight bodysuit and you had the urge to sink your teeth into the taunt muscle. His codpiece was the last bit of plastoid to hit the floor, his cock twitched when you swayed close enough for him to feel your warm breath. You looked up the length of his body, batting your lashes a bit and you watched the way his chest moved with a shuddering breath. 

You shifted forward on your knees, lips ghosting over the head of his cock and you relished in his harsh exhale. A hand shot out to steady you on instinct as you climbed to your feet again, bringing a small smile to your face when you looked up at Thorn again. 

“Always a gentleman,” you commented, resting a hand over his racing heart. He offered you a lopsided grin, that despite the situation, made your heart swell. “Come lay down.” 

“What do you have planned?” he wondered, narrowing his eyes. You turned your back on him, already working to get out of your shirt.

“Why don’t you come find out?” you called over your shoulder. There was a soft huff of laughter before you heard the bed creak from his added weight and you glanced over your shoulder. You paused, watching the way muscles shifted under tawny skin as he struggled to yank his shirt over his head, nearly toppling over when he finally pulled it off. He blinked a few times, shaking his head, making his blonde curls look fluffy. 

“What?” he mumbled when he caught you staring. Thorn lounged back against the pillows, hands folded behind his head and somehow he managed to look adorable and mouth-watering at the same time. You let out an amused huff before tossing your shirt aside and quickly wiggling out of your pants, catching the way his eyes followed the fabric to the floor before lazily trailing up your body. 

“See something you like?” 

“I guess that’s my fault if you don’t know the answer to that,” Thorn laughed, offering you a hand as you approached the edge of the bed. His jaw flexed a few times as you climbed into his lap, his lips parting around a soft groan when you pressed down onto the outline of his cock. Thorn hooked a finger under the band of your bra, pulling you down for a kiss that had you unintentionally grinding against him. 

Normally, he kissed you like he was trying to memorize the feeling, tucking it away to revisit on one of his lonely nightshifts. Instead of his usual attentiveness, Thorn seemed distracted, something weighing on his mind. You were about to break the kiss and check on him when the support from your bra vanished. Thorn made a soft triumphant noise against your lips and you broke the kiss, forcing your sluggish brain to work. Your bra straps slid off your shoulders when you sat up, a slightly dumbfounded look on your face that only made Thorn’s smile grow wider. 

“Shithead,” you huffed, doing your best to hide a smile. Thorn winked, sliding his hands around to cup your breasts. A sigh fell from your lips as his thumbs brushed over your nipples and you leaned into his hands, bracing yourself against his shoulders and grinding down against him. As quickly as his hand was there, it was gone, making you whine in the back of your throat. You were about to complain when Thorn shifted under you, propping himself up on his elbows so his mouth ghosted over the space between your breasts. 

“You sound so pretty when you get needy,” Thorn hummed, his lips brushing against the swell of your breast. You met his heavy gaze, never breaking eye contact as he peppered kisses across your right breast and your breath hitched when his tongue slipped out. The first flick of his tongue made you gasp but you couldn’t look away from his dark eyes as he traced the shape of your nipple. You let yourself get lost in the sensation, your head lulling forward as your breathing grew heavier. 

Thorn blinked slowly, watching you through dark lashes as his lips closed around the hardened peak. A broken groan slipped past your lips, your hips unconsciously shifting forward, making his cock jump beneath you. Your hand followed the curve of his neck, your fingers threading through his hair so you could gently tilt his head back. 

“No more teasing,” you whispered, your lips brushing his, “we have a dare to fulfill.” Thorn brushed his nose against yours in a sickeningly sweet gesture despite your current position and you smiled. 

“We do,” Thorn murmured, pecking your lips. “How do you want me, muffin?” 

“Just like this,” you answered, finding his lips again. Thorn’s tongue slipped into your mouth, searching for yours as he fumbled to find the waistband of his blacks. You shifted forward onto your knees, your hands bumping his as you tried to help, earning a muffled laugh from Thorn. You leaned to the side in an attempt to give him more room and nearly toppled over, breaking the kiss with a laugh. 

“Having fun?” Thorn teased, grunting as he tried to shove his pants down. 

“More than you apparently,” you giggled, cupping his face. Thorn’s smile was blinding, the expression lighting up his entire face and your heart skipped a beat. 

“Not for long,” he mumbled, letting out a triumphant sound. You looked over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of his legs kicking as he pushed his pants off to the side. His hands landed on your hips, pulling you down onto his lap and you let out a choked gasp, clenching at the feeling of his length pressing against your folds. “What was that?”

“Oh, shut up,” you huffed, rolling your hips. Thorn’s jaw flexed, the grip on your hips tightening as he pulled you forward, dragging you along the length of his cock. “I’d say why not put your mouth to good use,” you teased, reaching up to trace the shape of his lower lip with your thumb, “but I’ve been thinking about cumming on your cock since you walked into 79s.”

Thorn groaned, his thumbs hooking under the band of your panties, yanking them down with a sudden desperation. It took a little careful maneuvering but Thorn was quickly tossing the thin fabric somewhere out of sight. Your nails dug into his shoulder as his fingers traced the dip of your hips, ghosting over your clit, but he didn’t linger, parting your folds as he held your gaze. The sigh that left your lips sounded almost relieved as Thorn pushed a finger into you, his lips parting as he watched your features contort with pleasure. Your head felt fuzzy, arousal buzzing under your skin as you unconsciously started grinding against his hand. 

“There you go,” Thorn cooed, meeting the movement of your hips with ease. He leaned closer, his lips brushing the corner of your mouth as he added another finger. “You look so good fucking yourself on my fingers.”

“Would - would look even better fucking myself on your cock,” you forced out, squeezing your eyes shut when he curled his fingers. Thorn hummed, kissing the corner of your mouth but he didn’t pull away, his slightly labored breathing puffing against your cheek.

“Then do it.” You moaned at the harsh edge of his voice, the barely restrained desire lacing his words and you couldn’t move fast enough. Thorn chuckled under his breath, the sound breaking around a groan when your fingers curled around his cock. You matched the pace of his thrusts, clenching your jaw when a third finger joined the others but it still wasn’t what you wanted. It was almost torturous to lift your hips, wanting more than his fingers but hating the sudden emptiness. 

Thorn flopped down onto the bed, his hands folded behind his head as he looked up at you with dark, half-lidded eyes and a sinful smirk. You suddenly wanted to wipe that look off his face, wanting him to look just as restless as you felt. Despite the smirk lingering on his face, you noted how the muscles near his jaw shifted as you lined yourself up, the head of his cock barely brushing against you. Whether it was the first or the thousandth time you’d done this, your lips still parted, a sharp inhale filling the room as you sank down. The sensation was somehow still dizzying, straddling the line between pleasure and pain, leaving you struggling to catch your breath even when you were fully seated in his lap again. 

You forced your eyes open when you realized they had clamped shut, taking in Thorn laid out underneath you. His hands had moved from behind his head to rest on the pillow, his chin tilted toward the ceiling, emphasizing the strong lines of his throat. The caress of your fingers over his stomach had Thorn opening his eyes, endless pupils zeroing in on your face and his fingers twitched. Your eyes slid to the nightstand beside your bed, your datapad innocently charging, and a devious little smile spread across your face.

“Hand me my datapad, please,” you murmured, tracing the faint V-line that disappeared underneath you. Thorn narrowed his eyes, a little puzzled by the request until it seemed to dawn on him and he huffed, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he blindly reached for the device. 

“What kind of proof do you plan on sending?” he asked, returning his hand to its previous position. 

“Not too keen on Fives getting a peep show,” you teased, arching a brow at your boyfriend over the top of your datapad. The relief that flashed across his face forced you to bite back a smile, something that turned out to be useless when the alternative occurred to him. 

“You never planned on sending a picture of yourself, did you?” Thorn chuckled, although it sounded a bit strained. 

“Nope,” you replied, exaggerating the pop of the p. You lifted your eyes from the screen in front of you, licking your lips as your gaze raked over him, the soft light from the bedside lamp making his skin seem to glow. Thorn seemed to be waiting for your next move, his nostrils flaring as he fought to stay perfectly still, doing his best to ignore the fact that you were sitting on his cock. You held his gaze, bringing your hand down between your legs to gently circle your clit. A high-pitched grunt forced its way past your lips and you clenched involuntarily, giving you exactly what you wanted. 

Thorn’s tilted back again, his mouth dropping open with a harsh exhale and you quickly snapped the picture, tossing the datapad aside as soon as it pinged to let you know the message sent. Thorn grunted, his eyes popping open when you suddenly leaned forward, bracing both of your hands on his chest. One large hand covered yours, squeezing what fingers he could; a silent reassurance as well as an order to keep them there.

The first roll of your hips sent a chill down your spine, accompanied by a breathy moan that made Thorn’s grip on your hands tighten. It felt like you were going to come apart at the seams but there was a part of you that still wanted to stay like this, savoring the fullness of Thorn buried inside you. He, however, seemed to run out of patience. You hadn’t even noticed that his free hand had moved, too focused on the soft ripples of pleasure washing over you, that you immediately tensed when his hand met your ass with a crack. However, the shock didn’t last long and you whined, pressing back into his hand as he squeezed the faintly stinging area. 

“While you do look so pretty like this, cyar’ika, I wanna see you bounce on my cock,” Thorn rumbled, delivering another softer smack to your ass. And who were you to deny him? You pushed off his chest, sitting upright again, and immediately lifted your hips, letting your head fall back as you did as he asked. His hands found your hips and you immediately gripped one of his forearms, your other hand toying with your breast. Thorn absently traced the slope of your hips with his thumbs, the gentle touch drawing your attention and you lifted your head again to look down at his face. 

He was watching how he disappeared inside you, his bottom lip caught between his teeth and you clenched as he pulled down onto his cock again, groaning through clenched teeth. Your thighs ached, forcing you to slow your pace and Thorn’s eyes darted up to your face, his hands dropping away from your hips. Without the extra support, you slowly further, squeezing your eyes shut as you continued to grind against him. It happened so fast that you could barely get your arms out when a hand gripped your jaw, pulling you down. 

The kiss was rough, teeth knocking together as you tried to steady yourself, keep up with Thorn as he explored your mouth, and met the short thrusts of his hips. You broke the kiss with a whimper, panting against his bruised lips, shivering at the way his thumb followed the curve of your jaw. You started to press more of your weight onto Thorn and he smiled, but there was a devious undertone to it that made you skeptical. Then suddenly you were moving, a squeal falling from your lips as he rolled you onto your back. You blinked up at him, your mouth hanging open as you tried to reorient yourself but Thorn didn’t give you a chance, snapping his hips forward hard enough to punch the air from your lungs. 

Thorn leaned forward, slanting his mouth over yours as he set a slow, devastating that had your toes curling. He kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek before groaning through his teeth when your nails dug into his lower back, his thrusts growing faster. Every nerve ending felt like it was on fire, the pleasure spreading to every inch of your body as you started to tense beneath him. Thorn leaned away enough to see your face and you watched a bead of sweat roll down the side of his face. His eyes dropped to your mouth, the muscles in his jaw jumping before he opened his mouth, his tongue slipping out. The tip of his tongue the curve of your top lip, a teasing touch to coax you closer.

Without thinking you tilted your chin, closing your lips around his tongue and sucking gently. Thorn made a high-pitched sound in the back of his throat, his hips snapping forward with renewed purpose. You released his tongue only for him to surge forward again, kissing you again, his thrusts growing wilder. 

“Touch yourself,” Thorn panted against your lips, blindly reaching for one of your hands. It was overwhelming, every snap of his hips paired with the frantic circling of your fingers had you teetering dangerously on the edge of bliss, desperate for the inevitable fall. The pleasure finally reached a tipping point and you tensed, your mouth falling open with a silent cry as you came, hard. You were faintly aware of Thorn hiding his face against your neck, his hips twitched as he filled you with a muffled moan.  

Faint tremors continued to ripple through your body as you caught your breath, mindlessly rubbing circles between Thorn’s shoulder blades. His breathing had started to even out, the gentle, rhythmic puff of air raising goosebumps across your breast where his head was resting. Thorn exhaled slowly, turning his head to rest his chin on your sternum to look up at your face, a blissed-out look on his face. Your smile was groggy and a little lopsided but it seemed to make Thorn’s eyes twinkle, affection clear in the way he looked up at you.

“Hey,” you murmured, moving your hand to card through his messy curls.

“Hey, muffin,” he rumbled, leaning into your touch. He hummed quietly, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours and his eyes drifted shut again.

“Don’t fall asleep,” you warned, lightly tugging on his hair. “We need to get cleaned up.” Thorn opened one eye, his brow arching and he just looked at you for a moment before he blinked a few times. 

“You’re right.” The corner of his mouth twitched, making your eyes narrow as he shifted down your body. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Cleaning up after myself,” Thorn replied with a smirk, pressing a lingering kiss between your breasts. Your eyes drifted shut and you settled into the soft mattress as Thorn lavished you with affection until he paused at your hip. It took more effort than you expected to force your eyes open, blinking slowly and you caught the hint of mischief in Thorn’s eyes before he slid down between your legs.

“What are -” The end of your sentence was replaced with a harsh gasp, your thighs immediately closing around Thorn’s head as he licked up the cum dripping out of you. Your arms trembled as you propped yourself up, your mouth hanging open slightly when his eyes flickered up to meet yours. There was a smugness there but the new waves of pleasure spreading through your body distracted you. 

Your voice cracked when you cried out, his name coming out broken when he shoved his tongue into your sensitive pussy. You were quickly rushing toward a second orgasm and you had the feeling it wouldn’t be your last.

The quiet hum of scattered conversations filled the barracks, a sound Fives found comforting as he lounged back in his bunk. Hardcase’s laugh from somewhere above him brought a faint smile to his face and he turned his head, watching Jesse and Kix arguing over a game of sabacc. Fives sighed when the quiet ping of his datapad cut through the room and he flipped it up, his eyes locking onto the familiar notification. 

“Hey, assholes!” Fives yelled, scrambling to lean out of his bunk, searching for Vaugh and Hawk. He jumped when Hardcase’s head appeared from the top bunk, his face slowly turning red. 

“What’s up?” Hardcase asked. 

“Guess who just got a message from Mouse.” A wicked grin spread across Fives’ face as he waved his datapad in the general direction the rest of Torrent was sitting. There was a sudden flurry of movement, boots and socked feet thumping against the floor just barely covering up Kix’s distressed shout. Fives yelped when Jesse borderline dove into his bunk and he caught a glimpse of Vaughn and Hawk awkwardly catching Hardcase as he rolled off the top bunk. Somehow Fives ended up with four brothers piled on top of him. 

“Get your knee out of my ass, Hardcase,” Jesse grumbled, elbowing Fives in the ribs.

“Stop moving,” Fives wheezed, yanking his arm out from under Vaughn. It took a few more seconds of repositioning and harsh jabs before they found a somewhat comfortable position. He glanced over his shoulder, snorting to himself before finally clicking on the message. 

It took a few seconds for his brain to register what he was looking at but when it did, Fives threw his datapad. It knocked into the bunk Kix was sitting on, landing screen up. Fives didn’t even have to look at his brothers to know they were all wearing similar horrified looks. He waited for the same look to cross Kix’s face but instead, Kix threw his head back, laughing like a maniac. The four brothers crammed into the small space started to peel themselves away from Fives, staring at their medic with similar concerned looks. 

“What is wrong with you?” Fives asked, refusing to look at the picture again. It was more of Thorn than Fives ever wanted to see even if it was just his upper body. 

“Oh, stars,” Kix gasped between laughter, wrapping his arms around his stomach as he toppled forward onto the mattress. “Looks - looks like you got what you wanted, huh?”

“No. No, I did not, Kix,” Fives snapped which only made their medic laugh harder. Fives glared down at the now-dark datapad, ignoring Kix’s quiet wheezing, and vowing to get back at you somehow. 

But first, he was deleting that picture…and possibly burning his datapad.

Taglist: @clonemedickix @sinfulsalutations @starrylothcat @rain-on-kamino @wolffegirlsunite @blueink-bluesoul @multi-fan-dom-madness

[vodika-vibes]

All Mine

Summary: Tup returns home after a long day of training with one thing on his mind, you.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader

Word Count: 2380

Warnings: Smut, this is pure filth everyone. Also, reader is a pole dancing instructor

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: This is spite smut. I said I was going to do it, and I did. So here it is.

“Hey, Tup!” Tup grimaces as Fives flings his arm over his shoulder, “We’re hitting up 79s now that the task master has freed us-”

“-just for that, Fives, I should make you run more laps,” Rex says as he walks past them, though it’s clear that he has no intention of following through on that threat.

Fives ignores Rex, “Anyway, wanna join us?”

“Who’s us?” Tup asks, as though he’s seriously considering it.

“Me and Echo,” Tup rolls his eyes, “Jesse, Kix, Hardcase. Oh, we got Dogma to agree-”

“You got Dogma to agree?”

“Boy needs to either get drunk or get laid.” Fives says dramatically, “And yes, he agreed. So, are you in?”

“Mm…pass.”

“What! Why?”

“I have plans.”

“Better plans than watching Dogma get totally plastered or watching him try to fumble through flirting with someone?” Fives asks, sounding aghast.

“Okay, rude. He wouldn’t fumble that badly. And also, yes.”

“Like what?” Fives demands.

“I’m going home. To my girl.”

Fives blinks at him, “You have a girl? You?”

“I think I’m insulted.” Tup mutters, “But yes, I do and she’s amazing, so I’m going home. To her.”

“Well, what does she do? What’s she like?” Fives asks.

Tup twists his lips, “She’s a dancer, and she’s amazing and that’s all you’re getting out of me.”

Fives releases him, “Fine. I don’t actually believe that she exists, but since I’m an amazing big brother, I’ll let you off the hook this time.”

“How magnanimous of you.” Tup lifts his bag higher on his shoulder, “Have fun getting drunk. Try not to get arrested. I’ll see you in a week.”

“Yeah, yeah. Later, Tup’ika!” Fives calls as he turns his attention on Dogma, who looks so very resigned. 

Tup almost feels bad.

Almost.

And not nearly almost enough to put his plans on hold. 

So he throws a wave over his shoulder, and then hurries out of the barracks before anyone else can stop him. 

His mind is already firmly locked on his cyare, and all of his plans for the evening.

Tup is lucky that his cyare lives close enough that he’s able to walk to her apartment. 

He walks through the familiar streets, until he reaches her dance studio, and he keys in his personal code to the door. Her studio is a special one, all of the windows have been coated so that the people outside can’t see the dancers inside.

Which is a good thing, since his perfect cyare teaches pole dancing.

Loud music thrums through the building as he pokes his head into the lesson room to see what’s going on. She’s mid-lesson still, clad in that dark blue and white leotard set that he loves so much. Her legs and feet are both bare, and she doesn’t seem to notice him. 

He watches her for a moment, leaning against the door frame, before one of the students notices him, “Ah! Hi Tup!” She shouts, “Are you joining us today?”

His cyare turns her head at the call of his name, and she favors him with a blinding smile, “Tup!” He drops his bag on the floor to catch her as she flings herself into his arms, “Welcome home!”

“Mm, this is a very nice welcome.” He drops a kiss to her lips, “But don’t let me interrupt your class, love.”

“You can join us. There’s an open pole,” She offers, very temptingly.

Tup laughs, “Maybe later this week. Rex put me through the wringer today.” He drops one more kiss to her lips, and sets her back on her feet, before he lowers his head to press his lips against her ear, “I’m going to shower, if you finish up in time, feel free to join me.”

“And if class doesn’t end in time?” She asks lightly.

“Then we’ll just have to shower again later.” He says with a wink.

She grins, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

Tup kisses her one more time, and then grabs his bag back off the floor and heads towards the stairs that lead to the apartment above the studio. The music is much quieter up here, though that’s 100% because the entire building was soundproofed when she bought it. 

He tosses his bag next to the laundry and heads through the apartment to the fresher, intent on taking a very long, very hot shower. He doesn’t expect his cyare to join him anytime soon, though.

Pity.

Oh well, it just means that he’ll have to have his fun when she finishes with work. All this means is that he has time to plan.

Finally the lesson is over.

It’s been nearly an hour since Tup returned home, and you know that he’s already finished his shower.

You firmly, yet politely, usher your students out of the studio and lock the door behind your last student, before you turn the music off and look around the studio. You need to clean up before your next lesson.

But your next lesson is in several days, which means the mess will hold.

You hurry up the stairs and into your apartment, a broad grin crossing your face when you see Tup heading towards you. “Sorry that took so long,” You say brightly as you fling yourself into his arms.

He catches you effortlessly and lifts you to hook your legs around his waist, “No harm done. I figured you’d be a while.”

You wrap your arms around his neck and press your forehead against his, “I should probably shower. I’m covered in sweat and-” You’re cut off when his lips catch yours in a deep kiss.

“Don’t care. You’re just going to get even more sweaty.” Tup adjusts his grip on you and uses his free hand to remove the top part of your leotard, tossing it to the side to be dealt with later. “Mm, someday I’m going to convince you to let me take you down in your studio.” He mumbles against your lips.

Your face heats at the thought, though you’re not opposed to the idea. Instead of answering, though, you grind yourself against his erection, pulling a moan from his lips, “You’re already hard,” You note.

“I’ve been wanting to bury myself in you since I got here. That's why I turned down the dance lesson.” His lips move to your throat, and he quickly sucks a mark onto the tender skin there. 

You release a breathless laugh, before you press your hands through his hair, “Tup,” You coo his name.

“Hm?” He doesn’t pull himself away from your throat.

You comb your fingers through his curls, “Let’s go downstairs.” You offer.

Tup stops moving for a moment, before he pulls back and blinks at you, “Downstairs?”

“Into the studio.” You confirm, you wiggle against him and he groans again, though you're not sure if it’s because of the wiggling or because of the offer. Or maybe a mix of both.

Slowly he sets you to your feet, “Okay.” Tup says as he doesn’t take his eyes off of you, “Downstairs.”

You take a half step back from him and then giggle as he pulls you back against him, his hands moving to your hips, “Tup!”

His warm hands ease the bottom part of your leotard down your legs, and tosses them to the side, “Better to remove these here, I think.”

“I think you just want to stare at my ass,” You tease.

“Mm,” Tup’s hands slide across your ass and he squeezes roughly enough that you squeak, “You do have an amazing ass.” He agrees. And then he lightly pats your hip, “Alright, let’s go.”

“What about you?” You ask lightly.

Tup chuckles and kicks off his sleep pants, tossing them to the side as well. “There. Now we’re both naked.” He crowds into your personal space before you can get more than a glimpse of his cock, which was intentional, you’re sure. “Downstairs, cyare.”

You let him usher you down the stairs and into the studio.

It’s a lot cooler down here than in the apartment, and you can’t help but notice how Tup is eyeing the wall of mirrors with a small grin on his lips. You’re not sure what he’s thinking, but you are sure that he won’t leave you guessing for long.

And you’re right.

He presses into your personal space, his warm hands caressing your exposed skin, banishing the chill with ease. His lips find purchase on your shoulder, biting and sucking marks into your skin, pulling pleasure filled moans and gasps from your lips. 

“Listen to you,” Tup coos against your throat, “Singing for me already, and we haven’t even started yet.” His hands slide to your hips and he squeezes tightly, before he spins you around so you’re facing the mirrors.

There’s no hiding the pout on your face, “I can’t touch you like this, Tup.” You whine.

He chuckles in your ear, and you shiver at the sound. “Oh, kitten, you weren’t going to be touching me anyway.” His hands slide down your arms comfortingly, and guide your hands to the pole in front of you. He presses a kiss right under your ear, “Some day, beautiful, you’re going to give me a show. But I need you too much for that right now.”

He easily manipulates your body so that you’re bent at the waist, your hands wrapped firmly around the pole, and your legs spread for him. It’s a very exposed position, and you can’t help but squirm when you feel his hands massaging your ass and hips. 

“You look amazing like this,” Tup praises quietly, “All spread out and eager for me. And only me.” There’s something like smug satisfaction in his voice, though you don’t question it.

This is the only time he shows any possessive qualities, and you find it unbearably hot.

“Tup-” You whine his name when he goes longer without touching you than you would prefer.

“I’m here, cyare.” His hand slides up your spine, and then back down again, “I’m right here. Kriff, look at how wet you are.” One of his fingers teases your entrance, and you release a keening noise, as you try to rock back onto his fingers. “You’re so needy, cyare.”

“Please, Tup-”

Slowly he eases his finger inside you, and thrusts a couple of times, “Cyare, you don’t even need any prep,” Tup teases, “You’re already so aroused. Maybe I should have you like this more often.”

You whine as you rock back against his fingers, and that whine turns into a noise of displeasure as he pulls his finger out of you. “Tup-”

“Shh, I have you.” Tup settles himself behind you and rocks his cock against your slit, the head of his cock nudging your clit just enough that you whimper for him.

And then, finally, he thrusts into you with a low groan.

In spite of how needy he is, and he is needy, he moves slow. Taking his sweet time until he’s completely bottomed out inside you. He tightly grips your hip with one hand, while the other reaches up to wrap around your hands on the pole.

Tup remains still, raining feather light kisses against the back of your neck and shoulders, until you’re squirming against him. And then, and only then, does he pull out until only the head of his cock remains.

When he thrusts in this time, it’s a lot faster and harder than originally, and a pleasure filled moan falls from your lips as you rock back to meet his thrusts.

“There we go,” Tup gasps out, his grip tightening, “Kriff, you take me so good, cyare. Like your pretty pussy was made for my cock.” His hand leaves your hip to slide up your body and caress your breasts, “Like you were made for me.”

His name tumbles off your lips like a prayer, and he chuckles as he presses a kiss under your ear, “Beautiful. You’re perfect,” He praises, “I love you so much.” He nips your earlobe gently, and then sucks another mark high on your neck.

“Are you going to fall apart for me, cyar’ika?” He coos in your ear, “Are you going to cream all over my cock?”

“Yyes…please, Tup-” You’re not quite sure what you’re begging for, but he seems to know, as his free hand drags down your body and presses against your clit. Not roughly, but hard enough that you whimper and fall apart around his cock. Only able to stay on your feet by virtue of his arm wrapped tightly around you.

His thrusts become shallower as he fucks you through your orgasm, and it’s only when he’s sure that you’ve recovered enough, that he pulls out and flips you so that you’re facing him.

Your hair is sticking to your face, and you’re breathing hard, and Tup is looking at you like he’s never seen anyone so beautiful in his life.

“You did so good for me,” He praises, “Can you give me another one? Just one more?”

Your arms slide around his neck, and you nod mutely. “Can. Will.”

He chuckles, and lifts you so that your legs are around his waist against, his hard cock sliding deep within you, and brushing against the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

Tup presses your back against the pole and he guides your hands so that they’re clinging to the pole over your head, “There you go, just like that.” Tup whispers, “So good for me, cyare. Doing so good.”

You smile at him, it’s hard to focus with his buried so deep inside you, but you can focus enough. “Always good for Tup. Because I belong to Tup.”

He releases a shuddering groan and leans in, “Damn right you do.” Tup kisses you deeply, “And I belong to you.” He pulls away just long enough to check to make sure that you were comfortable, before he restarts the same rapid pace from earlier.

You’re definitely not going to be able to walk, or do anything, tomorrow. But you can’t bring yourself to care. Not when he looks at you like you’re the most important person in the galaxy.

It tracks…after all, he’s the most important person in the galaxy to you too.

[merlincmgirl]

Spanking - Hardcase x FReader - NSFW

Summary: You knew teasing him in front of his brothers at 79s was a bad idea. But damn was it worth the fun afterwards.

Characters: Hardcase

Pairing: Hardcase x F!Reader

Word Count: 8,493

Warnings: spanking, oral (male & female receiving), thigh riding, semi-public sex, secret exhibition, PinV sex, fluff and smut, they're both saps for each other.

Author's Note: I love writing for Hardcase, he's just so wonderful and sweet.

Walking into 79s, your eyes swept over the crowded room, the place was packed tonight. It seemed that there was a few different battalions in tonight besides the 501st. Gold and grey mixed with their blue brothers, and you knew that tonight would be a wild night with the 501st, 212th, and 104th in the club. The music was loud, you could feel the beat thrumming inside of you as you scanned the room for your particular trooper.

A loud whoop came from the side and you spun around. There. You should have known. The loudest table was certainly where Hardcase would be. Making your way through the throngs of life forms at the clone club, you noticed that the booth was crowded, a number of clones were already squeezed in, some standing around the edges. There wouldn’t be much room for you.

“Babe!” a loud, joyous voice called, and you looked up to see Hardcase had pushed himself to his feet, waving you over to the crowded booth.

Just seeing his face brought an equally joyous beam to your own face as you hurried over to him. It had been too long since you had last seen each other. Comms and hurried calls were the only things you could do to keep in touch with each other. All the worry you had been carrying around with you since he had left your apartment fled from your body. Even though you had got the call that Hardcase was back on planet and to meet him at 79s when you had finished work… there was just something about seeing him face to face that reassured you that he was here, he was alive and healthy.

Hardcase shoved a couple of his brothers out of the booth, one with a V shaped tattoo across his face and another with a 5 tattooed across his temple. From what you remembered Hardcase telling you, that was Dogma and Fives. They grumbled but didn’t seem particularly bothered by Hardcase’s rough housing. In fact, most of the troopers eyes suddenly fixed on you, interested to see who had caught Case’s attention.

As soon as you were in arms reach, he wrapped himself around you like a Mon Calamari squid. You were pressed to his chest, your arms twisting around him and holding on tight. He buried his head into your neck, and you could hear the hitch in his breath at finally being back in your arms. You could easily admit that your eyes were stinging too. Having Hardcase home was…. Was… there was no word for it. He was back, and everything was right with the galaxy again.

“Missed you, so much” he murmured, trailing his nose up and down your neck. He pressed a small kiss to the spot underneath your ear and you gripped him tighter. “I can’t believe that you’re here. I want you to come meet my brothers” he sighed, pulling away just enough to press a hard peck to your lips.

You groaned, wanting to deepen the kiss into a more fitting reunion but he pulled away.

“You smell great, by the way” he added, cupping your cheek in one of his large palms and resting your foreheads together.

“Thanks, wanted to look nice for you” you shrugged, as he took your hand and led you back over to the table that his squad had commandeered.

Hardcase seemed to catch up to what you were wearing, and you couldn’t help but preen at the wide eyes and the slight stumble in his step as he took you in.

“Wow, you look gorgeous babe!” Hardcase breathed, seeing you decked out in 501st blue. It showed a little leg, and it flashed under the lights of 79s. You felt so confident and good wearing it. Seeing his reaction, you knew that Hardcase liked you wearing it too.

“Thanks, I made sure it was the right tone of blue. Had to welcome my trooper home” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. You could feel the heat from under your lips, and you chuckled at some of the jeers that got from his brothers from the table.

Hardcase ducked his head, a proud smile playing on his lips though as he guided you into the booth. He sat next to you, squashing you next to another trooper, this one with long hair tied up into a topknot.

“Ignore them! They’re all idiots when they get together” a woman smirked, leaning across the table to talk to you. She had a wicked gleam in her eyes, as though she knew what kind of reaction her words would cause.

There was a chorus of protest from the booth that you had slipped into.

“Lies and slander, vod’ika!” Fives gasped dramatically, clutching his chest and throwing an arm around a disgruntled Dogma.

“What has Rex been telling you about us?!” Jesse exclaimed, shaking his head.

“Enough!” she laughed, shaking her head at them.

“But we’re together all the time!” Dogma frowned, looking between his brothers and the newcomer.

“Exactly! Be good tonight! If you need any help wrangling this lot, me and Rex will be over there” she retorted, before turning back to you. She nodded to a table at the back. From your position, you could see it was a Commander's table. It had Captain Rex, Marshal Commander Cody and Commander Wolffe all talking and nursing drinks.

It clicked then who she must be. She must be Rex’s SO. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind” you grinned. She gave you a salute and headed back to the Command Table.

“So, Hardcase, aren’t you going to introduce us to your girl?” a trooper smiled kindly, he was wearing his full armour, with a medic symbol attached to his pauldron.

“Right, right. Vode, I want you to meet my cyare” he announced, introducing you to his brothers. “Babe, this is Fives, Dogma, Tup, Kix, Jesse and that woman was Rex’s girl as well” he introduced, pointing out his different brothers. They gave you welcoming smiles and warm greetings. “Oh and that’s Appo and Vaughn as well” Hardcase added as more troopers came back to the booth.

It was getting pretty crowded in the booth, and Hardcase wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you to sit in his lap. You sighed in relief, glad of the extra room and breathing space between the troopers. Most of them still had some form of armour on, making it even harder to carve out room. You only just noticed that Hardcase wasn’t wearing the top of his armour. He only had his cuisse and greaves on, everywhere else, he was just in his blacks. It made it remarkably easy for you to lean back into him and soak up his warmth.

Hardcase wrapped a hand around you, laying it on your stomach as he rested his chin on your shoulders. There was calls for more drinks and some of the troopers left to go get the table’s order.

“So, vod’ika,” Jesse grinned, leaving past Kix and Tup to see you and Hardcase. He wore a mischievous look on his face and you just knew whatever he was about to say would embarrass Hardcase. “How did you meet our baby brother?” he inquired.

A huff of irritation was let out behind you and you couldn’t help but grin. Really, Hardcase should have expected the teasing as soon as he suggested introducing you to his brothers.

“I’m older than Dogma and Tup!” Hardcase protested, but you shushed him, placing a finger on his lips and grinning widely at the hyperactive clone. You trailed your finger down the blue ink on his chin before turning back to Jesse and the others who were eagerly awaiting your story.

“Well how else would I meet such a handsome and brave trooper?” you started the story, glancing back to send Hardcase a flirty look. He ducked his head, nuzzling into your neck as he let you tell the story. “He stopped some thug robbing my bag down a few levels. I was a little shaken up, and Hardcase noticed and I took him out for a cup of caf to say thanks. Then afterwards, we kept running into each other, so we went on a date and the rest as they say, is history” you told them, feeling Hardcase chuckle in remembrance.

“Aww, our baby brother. Knight in shiny armour… well blue armour” Fives teased, holding a hand over his heart.

“Shut up Fives!” Hardcase grumbled, scowling at the ARC trooper.

“Did he sweep you off your feet?” Tup grinned, enjoying the way his brother was going redder and redder in the face.

“We taught him everything he knows” Jesse agreed, reaching to ruffle Hardcase’s head. Your trooper quickly batted his hands away as Kix pushed Jesse back into his seat.

“Alright, alright, that’s enough! Don’t embarrass him in front of his girl” Kix chuckled, trying to calm his brothers down.

“Thank you” Hardcase groaned, and you could hear the pout in his voice already. He pulled you up over his lap, your legs thrown across his own legs. “You guys are the worse” he grumbled.

“Could be worse, could be telling vod’ika how you nearly made an explosive out of the leftover droid parts” Dogma reminded, raising an eyebrow at Hardcase.

You couldn’t believe your ears, you knew Hardcase was clever, that he was a heavy gunner and could think on the spot quicker than you could even process an event. But to make an explosive out of droid parts was amazing.

Turning to look at him, you cupped his cheek, bringing his gaze to yours. “You made a bomb out of droids? Babe that’s amazing! You should have said something” you breathed, pride shining through for Hardcase.

“You should have seen it babe, took out a whole battalion! It was so big, General Kenobi saw it from the other side of the battlefield” Hardcase explained, eager to talk about his achievements.

“So proud of you baby!” you beamed, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips.

Hardcase moaned, eagerly opening his mouth up to your exploring tongue, glad to be able to hold you and kiss you now after a gruelling campaign. He slid a hand up your back, gripping the nape of your neck and holding you to him. You didn’t mind, teasing him and flicking your tongue against his.

“God! I feel sick” Kix grimaced, shaking his head before sharing out the glasses that Appo and Vaughn had brought back.

“There’s two of them now” Dogma sighed, taking his drink and looking out over the dance floor.

Fives clapped him on the back, swigging back the beer before letting out a loud chuckle. “I’ll see you back at the barracks” Fives murmured, sending a flirtatious smile to a Twi’lek who was smiling at him for the dance floor. The Twi’lek flashed him a smirk before heading further into the throngs of bodies.

“I’ve got a surprise for you” you breathed, wrapping your arm around Hardcase’s neck to secure yourself on his lap.

“Oh really, what is it?” he grinned, squeezing your waist and holding you closer to him. He loved having you in his arms, it just felt so right to have you as close as possible to him.

“You’re going to have to find out for yourself, trooper” you smirked, dragging his hand down your hip and to the hem of your dress. You sent him a teasing look as you turned around to speak to one of his brothers who called for your attention.

“So, how are you enjoying 79’s?” Tup asked, turning to start a conversation with you during a lull of silence that came over the table.

“Oh, this is my first time here” you admitted, spreading your legs wider so Hardcase could slip his hand underneath the hem of your dress. You hoped that the table cover and the darkness would be able to hide Case’s wondering hands. “It seems like a lot of fun here though” you shrugged, flashing Tup an easy grin, just as Case’s warm, calloused palms pressed between your legs, realising what was going on.

“What? You’ve never been here before? Hardcase! Why haven’t you brought your girlfriend here yet?” Jesse cried, looking at Hardcase in surprise at your answer.

“Why would I? With you lot hanging around, she’d have run for the hills” Hardcase retorted, just as his fingers reached the apex of your thighs. He took a small gasp in, eyes flickering to yours to confirm that he had found what he thought he had. Or not found, in this case.

“Case was really nervous and excited about me meeting you tonight” you smiled, squeezing your trooper’s shoulders and rocking your hips slightly into his crotch. Hardcase let out a stifled moan and the hand on your hip squeezed you tightly to keep you still.

“Aww Hardcase, you didn’t have to be nervous! We’re happy for you” Kix assured, clapping his brother on the back and sending his fingers jolting closer to your core.

Biting your lip to keep in any noises, you settled on Hardcase’s lap, rocking back and forth subtly. Having him underneath you, the feel of his bulge twitching beneath you as he let out a little gasp when you rolled your hips down against his – it made you feel so alive, wondering how far you could keep this going.

“Cyar’ika” he groaned, as you turned around to watch a holoball game on one of the screens.

“Yes, baby?” you replied sweetly, sending him an innocent look with big wide eyes and a soft smile.

Hardcase gritted his teeth, fingers tapping an errant pattern on your inner thigh. “Stop it” he warned, trying to hold you still against him.

Leaning forward, you nuzzled into Hardcase’s neck, giving the pretence of whispering sweet nothings to him. Instead, you wanted to rile him up even more. “You really want me to stop?” you breathed, your warm breath caressing over his ear and making him shudder. “I don’t think you do, I can feel just how hard you are for me” you continued, rolling against the bulge beneath you. Hardcase let out a small hiss as he tried to resist bucking up into you. “I think you like how I’m practically humping you in front of your brothers. Showing them I’m yours” you teased, groaning softly as his fingers crept up to your core.

“Baby, I swear-” he started to say but was cut off when Dogma turned to you, a question on his tongue.

“So what is it that you do?” Dogma wondered, sipping on his beer as he looked at you expectantly.

Grinning, you couldn’t help but launch into your favourite topic. “I actually run a bakery not too far from the GAR base. I make everything myself, pastries, cakes, cookies bread, the lot. I think that’s how I won Case over, he’s got such a sweet tooth. And he’s willing to be my test subjects whenever I make new things for my shop” you explained, grinding down against the trooper beneath you.

Hardcase wasn’t one to sit idle, his fingers began circling your clit, the touch teasing and light. It had you flushing and your breath hitched but you continued talking to Dogma. Hardcase wouldn’t throw off your little game that easily.

“Were you the one that made those Tooka cakes, with the blue and white icing?” Dogma asked, eyebrows rising in surprise.

“Yeah, how do you know about that?” you smiled, surprised at how he would know about your new cake. Hardcase had been the one you went to for advice on the colours and stuff. You wanted it to look just like the 501st blue.

“I may have shared some with my brothers” Hardcase admitted, chuckling at your look of shock. “What? I have some self control! I didn’t eat them all” he joked, kissing your heated cheek.

“Oh yeah, they were amazing!” Tup nodded in agreement, hearing the tail-end of the conversation.

“Thank you, you should-you should visit when you’re on, uh shore leave” you suggested, voice breaking as Hardcase’s fingers slid down to your entrance. He collected all your slick, rubbing around your entrance but never pushing inside of you.

Hardcase widened his legs so that he would have more room to press and tease his fingers against your bare pussy. He let out an amused huff at your stuttering but continued to tease you some more. Already he could feel you rocking into his fingers, trying to get them to move.

“We’d love that! Clones have a high metabolism, it’s why we all have a sweet tooth” Kix beamed, excited at the thought of there being another shop that would sell to clones without them getting harrassed or kicked out.

“Hey move over!” another clone ordered, shoving their way – and their brothers – into the end of the booth.

There was groaning and complaints from the troopers as everyone shuffled over.

Hardcase took the chance presented before him and sent you a wicked smirk. You didn’t have time to wonder what he was about to do when he slipped a finger inside of you and bucked his hips up against you to shuffle over. He kept a tight grip of you, keeping you pressed against him as he moved over for the newcomer.

You were thankful for the clones complaints as you let out a startled moan, clenching around the finger that Hardcase had pushed inside of you.

“Kriff! Case!” you gasped, tucking your head into his neck and trying to gather yourself before anyone found out what you were doing.

“Shh, babe, it’s not nice to be teased, is it?” he murmured, crooking the finger inside of you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. It was the total opposite of what he was doing beneath your dress. His fingers sliding out and curling inside of you, and you couldn’t help but rock against him even more.

The sounds of the music and the 501st laughter and teasing was disappearing form around you, you didn’t care about any of it, just as long as Case kept touching you. His other hand came to rest on your lower back, a claiming gesture that wasn’t lost on you. Even if his finger wasn’t buried deep inside of you, his brothers would know that you were his girl.

Deciding to equal the playing field, your arm slipped from Case’s shoulders and slid down his chest. You didn’t stop until your hand rested on his bulge lightly.

“Don’t” he warned, excited eyes coming to meet yours. The feel of two fingers circling your hole caused you to bite your lip. He was enjoying playing this game just as much as you.

“Why not?” you retorted, tongue coming out to flick at your bottom lip.

Hardcase’s eyes zeroed in on the movement, and a dark hunger passed over his face as he thought about just what that tongue could do. “Because you’re being a brat and I’d have to spank you” he threatened, nose dragging up your neck before taking your lobe in his mouth and suckling gently.

Fuck! He knew just how that move made you feel. You could already feel the slide of your juices against his fingers. If that was how he wanted to play, then so be it. Determination seized you, and you ran your hand over his hard cock and squeezed him through his blacks.

“Shit!” Hardcase cursed, rocking up into your hand as you slowly pressed up and down his trapped length. Unable to help it, a sudden burst of energy had him bouncing his leg and pressing two fingers into your fluttering hole.

With every bounce of his leg, he was pressing deeper inside of you, and your hand rubbed against him. It was setting both of you on fire, pleasure curling in the pits of your stomachs as you tried to school your face into a neutral expression. All you wanted to do was moan, to gasp against Hardcase’s mouth as he kissed you.

“We need to go” Hardcase declared, sliding his fingers out of your soaked entrance and gripping your thigh tightly.

“Yeah, fuck we do” you nodded in agreement before you felt Hardcase wipe his slicked fingers on your inner thigh before shoving at Dogma.

“We’re heading out, don’t wait up for me” Hardcase announced, keeping a steady grip on your thigh as Dogma nearly fell out of the booth because of his brother’s urgent shoving.

“Alright, alright! Wait a second!” Dogma complained, making room for both you and Hardcase to get out.

As you stood, Hardcase kept a tight grip on your inner thigh before pulling himself up off of the booth’s bench. You couldn’t help but tense your thigh under his warm hold, feeling an answering squeeze in return.

“Have fun kids” Jesse called, winking at the pair of you.

“Use protection!” Kix added, as Hardcase waved them off and took your hand.

“It was nice meeting you all!” you remembered to tell them before Hardcase was leading you through the throngs of people dancing and having fun. You giggled, pressing yourself tight against Hardcase’s arm, taking in the warmth of his body.

When you finally managed to get out of the club, the cool air hit you but it did little to dampen down the heat of arousal that was burning through you. “Can’t wait until I can get you home” you breathed, leaning up to press a kiss just at the corner of his mouth.

Case groaned, tugging you closer to him and sealing his mouth over yours, kissing you properly just like he wanted to do the first moment he saw you. He kept you against him, hand tangling into your hair as he swallowed your moans.

Loud whistles and cheers finally pulled you apart, and you couldn’t help but blush at the troopers that was surrounding you. Maybe you should hurry up and take this back to your place.

Hardcase gave a loud chuckle before he wrapped an around around your shoulders, pulling you to him and sheltering you from the looks of his fellow troopers. “Come on, let’s go home” he muttered, hailing a taxi that was passing.

As soon as you were in the back of the taxi and on the way, Hardcase pressed himself against your side, fingers coming to play with the strands of your hair as he knocked your knees together. He always loved to be touching you in some way of another. Whenever you were with him, he always was brushing a hand over your back, playfully tickling you when you were unaware, kissing your cheek every time he walked past you. He was intoxicating, every part of him so intimate and romantic towards you that it left you feeling dizzy.

“Stars, you’re so pretty” Hardcase murmured, entwining your fingers together on your lap.

“I think you might be a little bias, baby” you giggled, leaning further into his heat.

“Damn right I am! And proud of it! You’re the best thing in my life right now, and if you don’t understand that, then I’m not telling you enough” Hardcase insisted, leaning forward to kiss you. Because you were giggling, it set Hardcase off as well, so the kiss was a mixture of snorts and teeth clashing against each other with each laugh.

“Well Mr Z-6, it’s lucky I love you just as much, isn’t it?” you grinned, squeezing his hand and pressing a kiss to his nose.

“So lucky” he drawled, tugging on your hair. The pair of you burst into giggles, loud enough to hear an annoyed huff coming from your taxi driver.

Thankfully, the trip was rather short and you quickly paid the driver who sped off. They obviously couldn’t wait to get rid of you. Oh well, it was their loss. And definitely your gain, as Hardcase grabbed your hand and dragged you into the apartment block.

You barely made it to your front door before Hardcase was pinning you to the wall next to it. His mouth was on yours, eager to feel you against him once more. Biting back a loud moan as he slotted his thigh between your legs, pressing upwards to brush against your soaked core.

Rocking yourself down onto his thigh, you gasped into his mouth, letting your hands trail up his strong, muscular back. Hardcase latched back onto your mouth, not wanting to be so far away from you, even if it meant just allowing you a moment to breathe. Sliding your hands over his head, you moaned as the rough fabrics of his blacks rubbed against your clit.

“Fuck, is this what you wanted sweetheart? Feeling me against your bare pussy. You’re soaking my blacks, baby” he groaned, mouth running away from him as he gripped your hips, guiding you against his thigh.

Letting out a loud cry at the way the friction felt so right against you, you scratched your nails down his chest, even though you knew the action would be blunted because of the material that clung to his broad chest. You grinned at the way he groaned, pressing open mouthed kisses along your neck. Tilting your head to the side, you gave him more space to spread his delicious lips over you.

“Feel so good, Case! Knew that -Oh!- that my plan would work” you gasped, as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot on your neck.

“Yeah? Planned this all out, did you?” he grinned, pressing his thigh harder against you.

“Fuck!” you hissed, eyes squeezing shut as you tugged him closer to you. “Course I did, I don’t – hmm – I don’t just lose my underwear for anyone” you teased, finding the hem of his shirt and brushing your hands along the coiled, tense muscles of his abdomen. You could feel their defined lines underneath your fingers, and you traced the blue lines that would be inked along them if you could see him.

“Hmm, I’m glad. So clever baby, planning all this” he praised, kissing up to your lips once more. He nipped at your bottom lip, making you gasp, and he wasted no time in slipping his tongue inside of your mouth, pressing you further into the wall. He continued to rock you on his thigh, bringing you closer and closer to a release that you knew would be the first of many.

“Kriffing hells, baby! You’re so thick, could ride your legs for days. But I’d prefer to be riding this instead” you smirked, reaching down to cup his stiff cock in his blacks. You couldn’t help but feel proud as Hardcase gasped into your mouth, hips bucking into your hand. You could feel him twitching underneath your hand.

Hardcase let out a loud groan, devouring your mouth once more, and seeming determined to get you off just riding his thigh; as you rubbed and pumped him as best as you could with your hand trapped between you.

A loud cough sounded in the hallway, and you gasped as your eyes flew open to see your neighbour across the hall from you standing in her doorway. She was a grumpy old Rodian that hated anyone making any noise or disturbing her retirement. And she was staring furiously at you and Hardcase going at it outside of your door. Oops, this was going to be awkward tomorrow!

“Oops, sorry Mrs Olari He’s just… checking my pipes” you excused, bursting into a fit of giggles. Hardcase couldn’t contain his own, hiding his face into your neck as he punched in your door code. Your nosy neighbour gave a miserable huff and stormed back into her apartment. You meanwhile nearly fell through the door as Case finally got it open.

“Pipes?” Hardcase snorted, fingers already reaching for the zip at the side.

“I didn’t know what to say!” you shrugged, already tugging on the top of his blacks and pulling them over his head.

“Pipes, though? Come on baby!” he rolled his eyes, a playful grin plastered on his face.

“Well, I’ve got a few pipes that need your attention” you leered, sending him an exaggerated wink.

Hardcase laughed, tugging you into him and shaking his head at you. “That was terrible, truly, cyare!” he complained, pushing your dress off your shoulders and letting it pool to the floor. The words flew out of his mouth as he stared at you, unable to stop himself taking in your glorious naked body.

“No bra?” he breathed, fingers coming to skim around the curve of your breast.

“They’re very restricting” you shrugged, mischief burning in your eyes.

“Yeah, I bet” he murmured, running a thumb over your nipple and causing it to pebble under his touch.

“Time to get those off, trooper” you hummed, glancing down to the armour on his shins and boots.

“Yes ma’am!” he saluted, quickly kicking off his booths and pulling off the little armour remaining on him.

As soon as he was free, you quickly pushed him back against your door. Admiring his beautiful body, you traced the lines on his face all the way down from his chin, down his neck and further across his chest. The blue geometric lines continued around his nipples before sliding further down his body, along his abdomen and running parallel to his happy trail before dipping beneath his blacks. You knew just from experience where those lines ended.

Dropping to your knees in front of him, you helped undo his blacks and pulled them down off his hips. Hardcase let out a curse as he began to fidget against the door. You paid him no mind, instead focusing on the way his cock bobbed out of his blacks. His cock was so pretty, a nice dusty pink at the tip and a wonderful thick bronzed shaft that finished in a nice patch of neat curls at the bottom. The tip of his cock was leaking pre-cum already after all your teasing, dripping down the rest of his shaft now you had freed him.

Unable to resist, you licked up his arousal, curling your tongue around the head to get as much of it as you could.

“Fuck, baby!” Hardcase moaned, hips stuttering forward as his hand landed on your head. He didn’t pull or tug you forward, instead letting you set the pace.

You carefully took him into your mouth, fluttering your eyes upward so you could meet his gaze. His eyes were heavy as he looked down at you, mouth hanging open slightly as he watched you take his cock into your mouth. Thankfully he wasn’t too long in length, but he was thick and your lips stretched around him. Keeping eye contact with him, you ran your tongue under his length, finding the thick vein that was throbbing.

“Oh! Mesh’la, you’re gonna make me cum just looking at you. So pretty, you’re taking me so well” he gasped, running his fingers through the strands of your hair. He hissed as you pulled your head up, making sure to keep that pressure around him.

Flicking your tongue over the tip, you sent him a flirty look before bobbing back down on his cock, starting a quick pace that you knew he enjoyed. Gripping his thighs to keep yourself steady, you bobbed your head up and down on him, taking him as far as you could go.

Hardcase couldn’t help but whine at the way you were swallowing his length. He couldn’t help as his hips bucked into your face, and you gagged slightly at the way he pressed against the back of your throat before you were ready for it. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, are you okay?” he breathed, pulling you away from him with the grip in your hair.

“I’m good, don’t worry about it. You can fuck my face, you know I don’t mind” you assured, running your hands up and down his thighs soothingly.

“Don’t want to hurt you baby” he mumbled, as you took him back into your mouth. Slowly his hips began to rock into the glorious wet, suction of your mouth. He let himself go when you started to cup his balls, rolling them in your palms and gently squeezing them.

His thrusts became a bit hectic and uneven then as he felt the way you were pushing him closer and closer to the edge. The way your mouth felt around him, all tight and wet and hot, it was making him lose his mind as well as his pace. When you hummed around him, that was it, he tugged at your hair in warning, but all you did was bury yourself deeper on his cock. He came with a shout of your name as he shot his load down your throat, his release slamming into him and making him sag against the door.

When you pulled off him, you sent him a flirty, satisfied look and licked your lips, a bit of his cum pooling at the corner of your mouth. You caught it on your tongue and moaned enticingly as you swallowed it down.

“Oh fuck baby, you’re trying to kill me” Hardcase groaned, staring at you with an awed expression. How did he get so lucky to get such a brilliant partner? He swiftly kicked his blacks off and stood before you in amazement and wonder.

“Not yet, soldier” you winked, accepting his hand to help pull you up from the floor. You kissed him softly, letting him taste the way he tasted along your tongue. As he pulled away, you caught the mischievous look that flashed in his eyes. Before you could say anything to warn him off, Hardcase quickly scooped you up, throwing you over his shoulders.

“CASE!” you squealed, clinging on tight to his back as he carried you through your home.

“Oh, I’m not finished with you yet, babe! You’ve done nothing but tease me all night” he chuckled, shifting you slightly so you gasped and grabbed onto him tighter.

You had no real fear that he would drop you. Hardcase was strong, just like all of his clone brothers, but he was stronger after carrying his Z-6 into battle. His arms bulged with muscle and you always felt safe in them.

“I carried on through” you protested, reaching down to give the globes of his ass a nice squeeze.

“I haven’t yet” he retorted, chuckling at your cheeky move. He knew you loved his ass.

As you came into the bedroom you both shared, he flung you onto the bed, careful to support your head on the way down.

Giggling, you bounced and stared up at him, mirth and lust in equal measure in your eyes.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful babe. I’m never going to forget this” he whispered, shaking his head and leaning forward to give you a quick kiss.

“Case” you breathed, cheeks flushing at his words. He loved you so much, and was always so open in sharing that with you or just about anyone who was around.

“Come on babe, I have to keep up my end of the teasing” he grinned, grabbing your ankles and flipping you onto your stomach.

The breath whooshed out of your lungs at the move, and you couldn’t help but clench around nothing at how strong and powerful he could be. He had moved you without even breaking a sweat, like you weighed nothing to him. Maker, if it didn’t turn you on a little. Or a lot.

Writhing and shifting your closed legs, you felt Hardcase crawl on the bed behind you. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you into a kneeling position before him. You got your hands underneath you to support yourself as his hands ran up and down your sides and spine.

“You wear blue so well, cyar’ika, but I want to see these red” Hardcase groaned, running his hands over your cheeks and giving them a squeeze. You moaned, pushing back into his hands and nodding your agreement. “Kriff, you’re amazing!” Hardcase beamed, leaning forward to press a kiss to each of your globes before pulling away.

You wiggled your hips to entice him, excited about what would happen. It wasn’t often that Hardcase would spank you, but he did enjoy watching the way your ass wobbled with each hit. He didn’t keep you waiting long, as a hard swat came down on your right cheek. It stung, but you let out a soft breath, closing your eyes as it quickly morphed into pleasure.

Another hit landed on your other cheek, this one still hard but mild. This wasn’t the hardest that he could go, he was just testing out how you felt at the moment. But you wanted it, wanted him to mark your ass red, just like he had said. So you wiggled your hips, turning to look at him and sending him a teasing wink.

“Oh, you minx” he growled playfully, landing a playful swat to your ass. He gripped it afterwards, spreading heat along your skin and making you gasp at his hold. The grip had spread your glistening pussy to the air of your apartment, making your core throb at the sensation.

“You love it” you chuckled, pushing back against his hand.

“I do” he confirmed before landing a smack to your other cheek.

You could imagine that your ass was colouring slightly because of the playful hits. If he really wanted your ass red, he would build up soon. Another hard hit confirmed it and you clenched your cheeks at the heat that blossomed from his hand.

Resting your head on your pillow, you let out a sigh as his hand rubbed over the mark he had made. His gentle touch was soothing and a complete opposite for the way he was spanking you. You could just lie here and enjoy yourself, become lost in Hardcase.

A sharp smack landed on your thighs and you gasped, clenching them and rocking away from him. That one was going to hurt when you sat down tomorrow. Hardcase ran his hand soothingly over the hit before landing another one on your other thigh.

Heat was burning through you at the way he touched you. The line between pain and pleasure was fine, but Hardcase could navigate it like a pro. With every hit that landed on your ass, the coil inside of you tightened and tightened.

“You’re dripping babe” Hardcase smirked, running his thick fingers over your glistening folds and collecting your juices. He circled your clit lightly before pushing two fingers inside of you. “There, got to make sure you’re all nice and wet for me later” he murmured, groaning as he felt your walls tighten around his fingers.

“Fuck! Baby, can’t wait to feel you inside of me” you groaned, pushing back into him. You could already feel his cock hardening, and you thanked the Stars for clones incredible recovery time and stamina.

“Not yet, I still want to make your cute little ass red” he shook his head, leaning down to press a kiss to both of your cheeks. He pulled his fingers out of you, causing you to let out a whine of disappointment. “Ready?” he checked in, and you nodded. This was the point where he would be getting harder on you.

Raising his hand higher, he let it fall sharply down on your left cheek and you bit back a curse at the way pain flared along your backside. He caught the round of your ass, where you were particularly sensitive and where you’d feel it most tomorrow. Another hit landed on the right, matching the previous one and you could just imagine how red your ass was going to blossom under his hands.

The next few strikes came in quick succession, stoking the flames in your core and you couldn’t help but whine and cry out at the way Hardcase was rubbing them soothingly after every strike. It helped with the pain, but you knew he was spreading the glow over your ass more evenly.

Groaning, Hardcase landed a harder hit on the cheek, watching as it bounced and wobbled because of his hand.

You moaned, pulling away and clenching and squirming at the pleasure that was bursting through you as well as the pain at the strong blow. Hardcase would never purposefully hurt you, and you know that if you told him to stop he would instantly. But you wanted more, it felt so good to have him spank you like this. The way your ass was on fire was painful but in such a good way that it left you wanting more.

Pushing back into his hit, you let out a cry, feeling the way your pussy clenched around nothing. He wasn’t wrong, you could feel the slick make it’s way between your thigh, coating them in your arousal. Rubbing your legs together and squirming at another smack that made your ass ripple.

“Gods, you should see how beautiful you look. Just lying there and being a good girl. Love you so much” he mumbled, as he reigned hit after hit on your ass in quick time, not leaving you a moment to catch your breath.

“CASE!” you cried, burying your face into the pillow and writhing against his. His words were pushing you closer and closer to the edge, as well as the pain and heat that was coming from your ass. It felt like you were on fire, every one of his hit was precise and thought out.

“Gods, your ass is Corrie red now baby” he murmured in awe, gripping both of your cheeks and wiggling them. His thumb spread you further, exposing both of your holes to him.

“Fuck, need you babe, need you inside of me” you groaned, reaching back to grip at his wrist.

Hardcase didn’t reply, just shuffled back and leant down further. He licked a strip all the way from your clit to your entrance. Swirling around before dipping inside of you.

Your legs trembled and you fell on your front, lost to the sensation of your ass burning and Hardcore eating you out. The way your walls tightened around his tongue pulled on your sore ass and you groaned, wriggling and squirming beneath him.

Case collected your dripping arousal on his tongue, feasting on your cunt like it was his last meal. His hands slid up to your ass, kneading and squeezing your cheeks while you let out high pitched noises that made his cock twitch. Fuck, you were glorious like this! He could stay in this moment for the rest of his life.

“Case! Oh Case, baby please! Please” you begged, legs parting to make more room for him. He shuffled further, holding you to his mouth as he curled his tongue just right against you.

He hummed and you tugged at the sheets beneath you, a cry falling from your lips at the burst of pleasure shooting to your clit.

“Please, need you to fuck me! Now!” you demanded, although it was lost in the breathy rasp of your voice.

“Alright, mesh’la, don’t need to be so grouchy” Hardcase teased, nipping at your ass cheek before pushing himself up onto his knees. He shuffled closer to you, pushing your legs wider so he could get in between them. “Do you want it like this, or something else?” he asked, running hands up and down your thighs.

“I don’t care, just as long as you fuck me!” you huffed, impatient to get him inside of you.

Hardcase didn’t waste any more time, hands coming to your hips to pull them up to meet his. His cock ran along your folds, bumping into your clit and causing you to clench before his eyes. “Fuck, okay, okay babe, whatever you want” he groaned, gripping the base of his cock and pushing the head into you slowly.

Your breath hitched in your throat at the feel of him sliding his length inside of you. It felt so right, and you lost yourself in the feeling of his spreading you wide around his cock. “Yeah, fuck! Feel good, Case” you mumbled, closing your eyes as he bottom out inside of you.

Hardcase grunted, face scrunched up as he tried to control himself. He wasn’t some shiny that got off just as soon as they were inside. Thumb rubbing soothing circles into your hips, he waited until your muscles stopped clenching so tightly around him before he could move.

“’M okay” you nodded, pushing back slightly against him.

Hardcase took that as his cue, pulling out until just the tip before sliding back in slowly. Maker he could feel the heat surrounding his cock and from your ass cheeks that was pressed against him. It made his breath stutter in his chest as you groaned beneath him. Pulling out again, he picked up the pace, fucking into you like you had both been wanting him to do since you had teased him at 79s.

With every thrust, you jolted further up the bed, and you pushed yourself up onto your hands, rocking back against every snap of his hips. Your ass cheeks burnt, as they slapped off his hips but you didn’t care. It only added to the feeling of being fucked by Hardcase, of being taken by him so well that you knew he had ruined you for anybody else. Nobody could make you feel as good as him, and you didn’t want them to try.

“Kriff! You feel so good around me baby, taking me so well. I can feel how hot your ass is, oh stars! You’re perfect, so good” Hardcase rambled, brain firing on all cylinders as he slammed into you, words unable to stop falling from his mouth. It all just felt too good.

“Case! Oh! Don’t stop, please!” you begged, laying a hand on the headboard to push back against him. You tightened your walls around him, feeling the way his cock speared them open, carving a place for itself inside of your fluttering heat.

“Never! Oh maker, fuck!” he hissed out, hands digging so tightly into your hips you knew there would be bruises in the morning. Not that you cared, you just wanted to feel him cum inside of you. “Don’t say stuff like that, not when I’m balls deep inside of you” Hardcase groaned, leaning over you and resting his sweaty head on your back.

The movement changed the angle of his thrust and you let out a loud cry of his name, rolling and grinding your cunt back around him. He was brushing that special spot inside of you now, and you couldn’t help but feel the way your pleasure was washing through you like lava. You were so close, the thick shaft pushing you closer and closer to the edge. You just needed a little more.

Hardcase seemed to know what you needed, as he continued to pound into your clenching hole. “Touch yourself, baby. Touch yourself for me” he moaned, nipping at your back.

With one hand supporting you on the headboard, you slid your other between your legs, feeling the soaked mess that you and Hardcase had made. With skilled and experienced fingers, you touched yourself just how you like pushing yourself over the edge and letting your release wash through you.

“CASE!” you whined, feeling the way you tightened around him as your whole body trembled at the force of your orgasm.

Hardcase wasn’t far behind you, just the feel of you shaking around him and the way you called his name had him bursting his load inside of you, undone by you. He collapsed against your back, both of you falling onto the mattress.

Realising he was probably crushing you, he rolled you both over onto your sides, and he held you close to him. Everything was quiet in his head, just the feeling of satisfaction and pleasure coursing through him. It was rare that his mind was ever quiet, but in this moment it was. Just having you in his arms, while he was still buried inside of you as he softened.

Pulling his hand up from your waist to your mouth, you kissed along his knuckles, spotting a few new scars he had picked up along the way on this campaign. You covered his hand with small kisses and pecks, knowing the soft touches would help your trooper feel so relaxed and loved.

Hardcase sighed against the back of your neck, nuzzling into you and just enjoying being in this moment with you.

After a while though, he began to fidget, his legs entwining with yours, running his feet up and down your shins. His fingers tapped some beat out on your chest that you didn’t know, and you knew your moment of stillness was up.

Turning around in his arms, you flashed him a loving smile. “You okay, love?” you asked, cupping his face in your hand and pressing a kiss to the mark spot just underneath his eye.

“Perfect babe, I wasn’t too hard on you, was I?” he frowned, hands gliding from your sides down to your ass. He could feel the heat radiating from you and he worried he had hurt you somehow.

Chuckling, you leaned forward to nuzzle your nose against his. “I’m fine, I promise. You could never hurt me” you assured, thumb stroking soothing glides along his cheeks. “But I won’t say no to some bacta” you requested. Work would be hell tomorrow if you didn’t put something on your ass.

Hardcase nodded, pecking you quickly before jumping out of bed and heading towards your medkit. “Coming right up, babe!” he called, sending you a flirty wink as he slipped into the refresher.

You grinned, unable to help admire his handsome, naked physique as he walked away.

However, he poked his head around the door and waggled his finger at you. “Shower! I want to try something with you in the shower, if you don’t mind. Then I’ll put bacta on you” he announced, sending you an excited look.

Unable to help the laugh that escaped, you pushed yourself up out of bed onto shaky legs. Hardcase rushed to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you into him. “Alright, but we better not fall in the shower again. If I return you with anything broken, I think Rex or Kix might murder me” you agreed, wrapping your arms around his shoulder.

“One time, babe!” he rolled his eyes, before lifting you up into his arms. He laughed at your squeak and the way your legs quickly wrapped around his waist. “Besides, I let you land on me last time” he teased.

Laughing, Hardcase carried you into the refresher, giving your ass one playful squeeze before the door shut behind him.

[dogmascutie]

I've been in my feels, so here's a THOT so I can get my smutty juices flowing (I need to finish all these WIPs that are glaring at me):

Hardcase likes it really fast and really rough, and sometimes that means he blows early. BUT he has an insane refractory period, so even if you don't cum the first time around, he doesn't leave you hanging. He gets super embarrassed by it, though, and tries to make up for it by absolutely wrecking you the second time around. KING of overstim and he tries to beat his record for consecutive orgasms he gives you until he's hard again - currently he's at 3 - and because of this, sex usually lasts a while.

It's not always like that though, sometimes you're not into sex that intense, and he's fine with that. However, the slow sensual sex usually ends up with him being overstimmed. One day, he wants to try tantric sex to see how long you can cum, but he knows that would absolutely ruin him, so you gotta work up to it. - 👾

SO YOUVE CHOSEN VIOLENCE 👾ANON??? BC YOU K-WORDED ME WITH THIS

alright okay alright but this is killing me because you’re so RIGHT hardcase is ready and raring to go At All Times and thus becomes THE BEST at making you come without penetration. like you wouldn’t expect it bc he’s more humble than jesse or fives, but his oral game is OFF THE FUCKING CHARTS. and relentless, oh my GOD he’s relentless. he could eat you out for HOURS he’s the type of man who wakes you up with oral and when you try to return the favor he’s like “actually ummm...can i taste you? again?”

my god hardcase being the sex god of the 501st isn’t the take i was expecting but thank you anon bc it was the take we NEEDED

[sev-on-kamino]

I am so kriffin’ glad you enjoyed it!!! 💙🤍

I had fun writing this one, and definitely suspect there will be more inappropriate uses of the Force in Case’s future 👀

If you want more spice prompts I’m here to request who I (almost) always request Hardcase and the Prompt- ❛ you're such a fucking tease, you know that? ❜

Have a beautiful day💙

Hello my dear!!! I am always happy to write Hardcase because he brings such good vibes with him even for smut 😌 I hope you have a wonderful day, and enjoy this lil spicy snack with your beloved 💙💙 The prompt is highlighted in blue!

not sure on the word count because I wrote this one in the tumblr app 😅 dividers by the bestest @dystopicjumpsuit

warnings: teasing, sexting in inappropriate places, inappropriate uses of the Force, bondage if you squint, MINORS DNI, if I missed anything lemme know 😏

Case: Babe, I miss you. Think we can get away soon?

The message came through on the transport back to the Resolute, and you had to work to keep your focus on what Master Kenobi was saying rather than the far more interesting thought of being alone with Hardcase.

You let your eyes wander over his form, and you couldn’t resist squeezing your thighs together. He sat in his seat, looking almost relaxed with one of his legs stretched out in front of him. The other leg, however, bobbed up and down with the energy he was aching to expend with you.

You: I miss you too, but it’ll be a few hours. Debrief, reports, meditation…

You knew he’d received your message when his leg bounced faster.

Case: Babe, I need you. It’s been 10 rotations, and yes, I’m counting. Thinking about your taste is driving me crazy.

You: I know exactly how long it’s been since I had your perfect cock buried inside me, but we still have work to do.

Case: You can’t just say stuff like that.

You: Didn’t say it, I typed it ;)

Case: Smart ass! You better eat well at dinner because it’s gonna be a long night for you. Gonna see how many times I can make you come on my tongue before I let you anywhere near my cock…

You stood up straighter at his playful threat, shifting your weight, and looking over to Masters Kenobi and Skywalker. They were lost in their own conversation, which was perfect.

Taking a deep breath, you reached out through the Force. Testing, teasing, touching Hardcase through the gaps in his armor. Even with his helmet on, you knew his bright amber eyes were wide, and his tongue had darted out to lick his lips.

His leg had stopped bouncing, and he’d pulled in the other one to sit up straight.

A subtle smile crossed your face, as you continued your gentle exploration. Squeezing his sensitive thighs and making his breath hitch. Wrapping around his wrists and making him clear his throat. Firmly applying even pressure to his half hard…fully hard cock, as it strained against his codpiece.

Case: You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?

You: Not teasing, if I follow through…and I plan to, love.

Case: Babe…can you hold my wrists with the Force again later?

You: Absolutely.

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[blxwjobsforclones]

The thing -Hardcase x Reader x Fives

To my baby: @littlevodika (i was trying to introduce Jesse but i not good writting foursome :c) @hxldmxdxwn

@maulieber te tageo porque me caes to bien ok? ok

Warnings: A little bit of angst, some fluff and, of course, smut, specifically a thresoome.

Requests are open

"Hardcase has a thing for you" Fives yells at his girlfriend. They have been together for a long time now and she helped him before the acconteciments in Umbara. She was the doctor who saved Hardcase from the death after the explosion in the horrible planet.

"How is that my fault?" she yells back. She can’t believe that Fives is blaming her for Hardcase's feelings.

"You are always there for him, being a friend and nice" Fives yells.

"Do you even hear what you are saying?" she asks her voice dangerously soft at once. "I will stop being nice to people and break off all my friendships with men" she says sarcastically.

"That sounds like a good plan" Fives says narrowing his eyes at his girlfriend.

"If I can’t have any male friends while dating you, I rather not be dating you" Y/N tells the trooper in front of her.

"What are you saying?" Fives asks stepping closer to the woman in front of him. He loves her more than anything and right now he actually fears that he is losing her.

"We are done" she says. With her head held high she walks out of the room she shares with Fives wen he is in Coruscant.

When the door closes behind her the tears jump into her eyes and she sits back against the wall. She never thought that she and Fives would break up. He means the whole world to her but she can’t have a man tell her that she can’t be friends with people.

Fives steps out of the room and sees his girlfriend, or ex sitting next to the door. With a sign he sits next to her and wraps his arms around her.

"Tell me something. Why is it all of sudden that you me to stop being friends with Hardcase" she says. Her voice is soft and when she looks at him she sees that he has tears in his eyes to.

"Because he is in love with you and you two are getting closer every day and I am so scared that you are going to leave me for him" Fives says softly.

"You realize that this behavior is making me want to run away" she says.

"I know. But you can’t tell me you don’t feel anything for him" Fives says while looking into her eyes. Her face falls and she looks away from him. She does have feelings for Hardcase and she has been doing everything to stop feeling those things for him. She loves Fives more than anything in the world but right now everything is a mess.

"I can’t tell you that without lying" she whispers. She immediately starts crying again and Fives wraps his arms around her signs deeply.

"We will figure this out, as long as you love me. Just don’t walk away from me" he tells her sweetly.  

Fives helps her stands up and walks her back into the shared room. He helps her sit on the bed and holds her until she stops crying.

"I love you, cyare" he says. The mando'a sounds too good in the lips of de Arc trooper. She nods her head and kisses his cheek.

Fives can’t stop thinking about a way to fix all of this. His friend and girlfriend need to get these feelings out of their system and he knows a way.

"I am going to get Hardcase" he says after he cleaned Y/N her face, which is wet with tears. "Why?" she asks. "I explain when he is here" Fives says.

He kisses her nose softly before he stands up and walks out of the room. This is going to be hard for him but it has to be done.

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When Fives steps back into the room with Hardcase on his heels Y/N is still sitting on the bed looking as confused as Hardcase does behind him.

"We have to talk" Fives says when he closes the door behind Hardcase who is standing awkwardly in the middle of the room.

"I know Hardcase has feelings for Y/N and that she returns those feelings" Fives states. "I need you two to get those out of your system" he adds.

"What are you saying, Fives?" Hardcase asks. Y/N is sitting completely silent on the bed looking at the two trooper in front of her, they were so equal in appearance, but at the same time so different, with their distinctive tattoos and haircuts that he didn't see how the facial features were the same. He saw them for what they were, the men who had seized his heart without warning...

She has no clue where Fives is going with this and she is to scared to ask him.

"I want you to have sex with my girlfriend while I am here" Fives says bluntly.

"What?!" Y/N yells at her boyfriend. Hardcase’s mouth is hanging open while looking at his vod.

"It will work" Fives says. He looks desperate. "Don’t tell me you don’t want to fuck my girlfriend?" he says to Hardcase.

"Of course I do, but Fives this could change everything" Hardcase says, completly shocked

"It won’t. Everything will go back to normal. You will stop having those feelings for my girlfriend and she will go back to only loving me" Fives defends his plan.

Hardcase and Y/N both know that fighting him on this won’t do any good. When Fives has an idea, how stupid it may be, it has to be executed.

Y/N nods her head at the men as a form on conformation that she is willing to go through with this, if they are.

Hardcase walks closer to the bed after Fives nods his head at his best friend. ‘I want Fives to join’ Y/N says when Hardcase is standing right in front of her. Both men’s eyes widen at her blunt statement. "I won’t do it, if you are just sitting there looking sad" she adds to Fives. He nods his head at removes the shirt from his body and Hardcase does the same.

Y/N removes her own shirt from her body. Hardcase’s eyes widen at the sight of her naked breasts.

Fives climbs on the bed and kisses his girlfriend while all Hardcase can do is watch her reactions to Five’s hand unbuttoning her jeans. With one swift movement the pants fly through the room.

Hardcase sits next to Y/N and takes on her breasts into his hand. A moan escapes her lips when his cold hand touches her hot naked skin.

Fives rolls next to her and starts’ pulling his own blacks off while Hardcase hovers above her and kisses her again. It is mostly tongue and teeth clattering because the kiss is so rough. His hand is moving it’s way down her body until it cups her mound.

"Please do something" Y/N begs the man on top of her. Hardcase smirks down at her and starts kissing is way down her body until he gets to her clothed pussy. With his teeth he rips the piece of fabric from her body.

He gives a soft kiss on her clit before he licks her up and down.  

Fives is watching his brother eat out his girlfriend and a shiver runs down his spine. He never thought that the sight of the two most important people in his life doing this would turn him on this much. He touches his dick which is already red and swollen. A drip of pre-cum drops onto his thighs.

Y/N can’t stop moaning when Hardcase is happily licking away. The free hand is holding her down.

It doesn’t take him long to make her orgasm and with a loud scream she comes all over his tongue.

"She tastes amazing" Hardcase tells Fives. "I told you so" the arc trooper laughs softly. Hardcase’s face is glistening with her juice and Y/N moans at the sight of him.

"On your hands and knees, littlu'n" Fives commands her. He climbs of the bed so he can help her get into position.

"You take her mouth" Fives tells Hardcase with a stern look.

Fives stands behind his girlfriend and with a hiss he slits into her awaiting cunt. Y/N moans at the feeling of her boyfriend stretching her.

Hardcase moves in front of her and Y/N opens her mouth. She can’t wait to taste him. His dick is already so hard and angry looking. Pre-cum is smeared all over it.

When he pushes into her mouth, Fives removes him self from her pussy. The two trooper quickly find a nice rhythm. When Fives is inside of her, Hardcase is barely on her tongue and when Hardcase hits the back of her throat Fives is almost completely out her.

Their pace is hard and fast and Y/N barely has time to do anything but just take whatever the two of them are willing to give to her.

"Are you close?" Fives asks after a while. She can feel that he is getting closer because his trusts are getting sloppier with the minute. Only she can’t answer his question because of Hardcase in her mouth so she tries to nod her head.

Fives starts rubbing her clit in a faster manner and it doesn’t take long for her to come all around him. Her pussy spasming around his dick triggering Five’s orgasm. She moans around Hardcase and the vibrations of it make him cum to. When he goes limp he removes himself from her mouth.

"Swallow" Fives commands and as a good girl she swallows all of Hardcase’s cum in her mouth. Licking her lips she looks at Hardcase while Fives is still inside of her pumping cum in her.  

Hardcase and Fives share a knowing look which Y/N can’t see when Fives pulls out of her. She whines softly at the feeling of being this empty.

Hardcase helps her lay down in the middle of the bed and just stands in the middle of the room while Fives lays down behind her holding her in his arms. It makes Hardcase feel out of place. Y/N doesn’t know what to say, because she doesn’t want to piss Fives of. But his plan really backfired on him. Her feelings for Hardcase are greater than ever, but so is her love for Fives.

"Get in bed" Fives commands his vod. Quickly, Hardcase lies in front of Y/N.

"It didn’t work, did it?" Fives asks softly.

"I am so sorry, vod" Hardcase starts. Fives silences him with a hit on the shoulder.

"I guess I should learn how to share" Fives laughs softly. Y/N turns around looking her boyfriend in the eyes.

"You knew this would happen" she accuses him looking angry.

"I rather share you with some one who loves you just as much as I do and who can protect you when I am not around than lose you forever" Fives confesses looking guilty.

Y/N starts laughing and shakes her head at the man in front of her. Blindly she grabs Hardcase his arms and make him hold her to.

And with a smile on her face she falls asleep between the two men she loves more than life itself.  

(masterlist)

[neon-junkie]

what do you HC the clones' moans to sound like? personally I HC fives as being unabashedly loud but his moans are rough and ragged and he tends to run his mouth, echo is quieter, more panting than anything but he whimpers when he's close, jesse growls and tends to grit his teeth, hardcase likes to talk too just like fives, but he's not as loud and his moans are mostly long and drawn out when he does moan (lots of "mhmm"s) and rex's moans are soft and smooth

Decided to do a few of the 501st boys for this, else I'd be here all day xD Gender neutral reader, 500 words.

Rex - Literally music to your ears. Rex isn't the loudest man out there, but he never fails to express how much he's enjoying you. He lets out deep, soft, and smooth moans, along with the occasional words of praise. Rex likes to compliment everything; your body, your expression, how you look beneath him, etc. He's a very sensual lover.

Echo - Like Rex, Echo is also soft and smooth. He's somewhat quiet, but far from silent, and lets out the prettiest whimpers known to man. Echo often gets caught up in watching you, and forgets to express how much he's enjoying this. He's used to his partner asking if he's okay, to which he shakes his head and mumbles, "me? Oh, yeah. Sorry, cyar'ika. I was busy admiring you."

Fives - Loud. Chatty. Always gets noise complaints from the neighbours. Fives doesn't want to be louder than you, but he typically is. If you're a loud person, then he'll challenge that; he likes to bounce back whatever energy is being given to him. He dabbles in both praise, and degradation, depending on what you're into. However, he goes silent when he cums. Silent. Orgasms short circuit his poor brain!

Jesse - Very similar to Fives, definitely a loud king. Jesse loves being in charge, and he loves reminding you that he is. He's essentially going to chew your ear off during sex, so having quiet sex is basically impossible. You can try and gag him - try being the key word - but he'll always find a way to talk through his gag. Good luck keeping the noise down!

Tup - With new partners, he's somewhat shy. He likes to see how loud you are, then match your noise levels. Tup isn't one for dirty talk, but if you dirty talk to him, his face will turn redder than Mustafar. He likes muttering the occasional praise, but the main thing that flows from his lips are soft pants and moans. Over time, he will become more audible, he just needs to see what you're like first.

Dogma - Most of the time, he's quiet, mostly because he knows he shouldn't be doing any of these things with you. It doesn't matter if you're hooking up at your apartment, Dogma is going to keep the noise down. However, if you edge him, and turn him into a desperate mess, then his mask will swiftly slip away, and you'll find out what a needy and babbling man he is.

Hardcase - Chatty. Giggly. Hardcase likes to ensure that his partner is enjoying themselves, and he'll check in on you at least 5 times per hookup. He's the type of man to remember things mid-sex, and mutter them out loud like, "Oh, yes! Cyar'ika, you feel so good, you... kriff, I forgot to turn my blaster in for inspection... Anyway, keep going, darling, that's it!"

Kix - Like Rex, Kix sounds like music to your ears. He’s never too loud, and always sends the right amount of praise your way. Kix is a sensual lover, with a bit of kick to him, and he expresses that in the bedroom. Expect soft whimpers, deep moans, and the odd sprinkle of dirty talk.

[vodika-vibes]

This one made me laugh so obviously I have to suggest the love of my life Hardcase for smut prompt 42. “Ever heard of an Australian kiss?"  “No.  What’s that?"  “It’s like a French kiss, but down under.”

Down Under

Summary: Hardcase is distracted, and you find out why.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Hardcase x F!Reader

Word Count: 883

Warnings: Smut, oral F!receiving, mentions of oral M!receiving

Tagging: @trixie2023

A/N: Sorry this took so long, it took me a bit of time to come up with a scenario that wasn't absolutely ridiculous. But I kind of like this one. Also, how does one end fics well? I feel like my endings are always so awkward.

Hardcase has been grinning at you, like a loon, for the last 40 minutes. And while you’re not too terribly surprised, he’s always so thrilled when he’s able to convince you to come and work out with him, this grin seems a little different than his normal, “Cyare is working out with me this is great” grin.

“‘Case?” You ask, as you wipe your face with your towel, a ridiculous looking thing covered in rainbow ducks that Hardcase bought for you when you agreed to start working out with him, “Why are you grinning at me?”

“Cause you’re just the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” He replies, his grin growing.

You make a face, “I’m all sweaty and my hair is frizzy and messy-”

“Gorgeous.” Hardcase interrupts, a lovestruck expression crossing his face, “The prettiest.”

“You’re biased, love.”

“What? Me? No, I’m totally impartial!” Hardcase counters, as he vaults over the machine he was leaning against and wraps his arms tightly around you. He lifts you and moves you away from the machines and towards the mats you use for yoga, and he spins you around.

You release a delighted laugh, your arms wrapping around his neck, “You’re ridiculous.”

He lightly sets you on your feet and presses a series of light kisses across your face, which makes you squeal.

“Case! I’m all sweaty and gross!”

He pulls back and grins at you, mischief clear on his face, before he leans in and drags his tongue up the side of your throat.

You squeak and laugh, “Case! That’s gross!”

He laughs, and bumps his forehead against yours, “Babe, you literally had my dick in your mouth this morning, and this is gross?”

You pout at him, “You make it sound like you don’t want anymore blowjobs,” 

“I didn’t say that!” Hardcase yelps, and you giggle.

His gaze softens, as he looks at you, and he brushes his fingers against your cheeks, “Beautiful.” He murmurs, his broad grin returning as he trails his fingers down to your throat.

“Why are you smiling at me like that, babe?” You whisper up to him.

He laughs quietly, “Hey babe,” You tilt your head, “Have you ever heard of an Australian Kiss?”

You blink at him, “No. What’s that?”

His grin grows, “It’s like a French kiss, but down under.”

Your face flames, “Case!”

Hardcase laughs and drops to his knees in front of you, and he looks up at you adoringly, his fingers playing along the waist of your leggings, “Do you want me to stop?”

Your face burns even hotter, “No. But I’m all gross-” You yelp when he tugs your pants and underwear down your legs.

“You’re not gross,” You place your hands on his shoulders for balance as he tugs the material off your legs and over your feet and toss them to the side, “You’re perfect.”

Gently, very gently, he guides you so that you’re laying on the floor, and he crawls over you so he’s able to kiss you properly. And then he slowly, lazily, drags his lips down your throat, down your covered chest, and stomach, and then presses a series of hot kisses against your hips.

“Do you have any idea how hot it is,” Hardcase murmurs, “Watching you work out? And the knowledge that you do it because I asked-” He groans theatrically, and you giggle.

“It can’t be that hot,” You say with a scrunched up nose.

“Oh, it is.” He bites down on your hip, leaving a mark and pulling a startled noise from you. And then he dives between your legs.

He hooks his arms around your thighs, keeping you from closing your legs around him, and he licks a strip between your already dampening folds, and he immediately zeroes in on your clit, ripping a loud moan from your throat.

You feel him grin against you, and then you don’t notice much of anything as Hardcase uses his very talented mouth and tongue to push you closer and closer to the edge. 

His name falls from your lips like a manta, or maybe a prayer, and when he wraps his lips around your clit and sucks hard, you fall apart with a broken moan.

Hardcase doesn’t pull away, though, until he’s sure that he hasn’t missed a single drop of your release, and even then, he only pulls away when he feels your hand, feather light, against the top of his head. 

He pulls away and wipes his face with the back of his hand, and then crawls back up so he’s hovering over you, and he kisses you deeply. When he breaks the kiss, he’s grinning at you, but it’s not the same wide grin as earlier.

You smile up at him, and reach up to wrap your arms around him, “Hardcase,” you coo, “I love you.”

“I love you too, babe.” Hardcase replies, “So much. Can’t believe that you agreed to be mine.” He mumbles as he kisses you again and again.

You smile at him, “How could I not? You’re amazing.”

He grins and kisses you once more, “Come on, cyare. Let’s get somewhere more comfortable than a yoga mat.” Hardcase sits up and pulls you with him, “Need you, baby.”

And you giggle, as he pulls you to your feet.

[sleepingsun501]

Lipstick Stains

Pairing(s): Captain Rex x F!Reader, Clones x F!Readers

Summary: The 501st is back home on Coruscant, and you and your girlfriends meet them at 79′s to welcome your boys home.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Contains SMUT 18+, some fluff, alcohol, thigh grinding, oral sex

A/N: Minors get out of here! This is my first one-shot ever. Thanks to everybody on discord for our conversation today for inspiring this! It focuses mainly on Rex at first, but I tried to write it in a way that you can write expansions off any of the characters and insert readers. Tag me if you expand any of it!

Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40629618

“Come on! Hurry!” your friend said to you urgently as she tugged on your wrist. “They’ll probably already be there.”

You panted a little from the brisk pace you had been maintaining, in heels no less, and caught a whiff of sweet perfume. You looked to your left and right, surrounded by your friends. The scuff of heels and boots, the quiet jangle of someone’s bracelets, and the excited whispers and giggles emanated from the group of you as you all made your way to 79’s.

You had been relaxing and watching a holo in your apartment when your friend’s message had come over your comm: “The boys are home! 79’s in an hour.”

You had gasped so hard you nearly choked on your popcorn as you scrambled to untangle yourself from your blanket to get dressed. Your heart had pounded with both relief and anxiety as you got ready. Rex was home. But why had he not messaged you himself? Was he okay? Was he upset with you? It had been weeks since you had heard from him, and he had said something about needing to go dark for a mission. Had something happened to him?

You had to push those thoughts out of your mind and focus on the logic. You and Rex had been through scenarios like this before. Your friend would have probably heard from Fives or Jesse, and you were close enough to Fives that he certainly would have messaged you if something had happened to Rex.

After taking a few calming breaths, you had settled on a short, strappy, black satin dress you knew Rex loved and spent a couple of extra minutes doing your hair and makeup. You took extra care to wing your eyeliner a little and apply your favorite shade of lipstick, wanting to look your best. Rex had never cared whether you wore makeup or not, but if you were being perfectly honest with yourself, you hoped that your makeup would be completely ruined by the end of the evening.

Now you found yourself amongst the gaggle of your friends, all of whom were rather attached to the boys of the 501st. The 501st had built a bit of a reputation for themselves as far as clones were concerned, no thanks to their general and his lack of oversight of them while they were on leave.

Rex had briefly mentioned to you before that the general seemed to just vanish once they were planetside on Coruscant, but had said no more on the matter. You could see how it stressed him out, though. Rex was the one that command automatically defaulted to when the general was not present, and he had to have some stern words with some of the men after the last time they were on leave about the shenanigans they had gotten up to.

With 79’s now in sight, and the collective excitement of your group growing, you hoped tonight would not be like that. You hoped it would just be drinks, dancing, laughs, and fun to welcome them all home.

The club’s pounding base and colorful flashing lights created a familiar scene, and you and the other girls found yourselves amongst a swath of identical faces. Well, nearly identical. Some of the clones had different tattoos or armor or hair, but you focused all your might on looking for a distinct shade of cobalt blue paint and a pretty blonde head.

The friend still holding your wrist let go abruptly and shrieked happily as she was swept off her feet and twirled in the air. As she giggled and wrapped her arms around the clone’s neck, you recognized the red medical sigil painted on his spaulder. Kix. Of course. you thought with a smile. Your friend quickly dragged him further onto the dance floor, disappearing into the crowd.

As your eyes returned to scanning, you spotted Fives sitting in a booth in the far corner with his other brothers looking for your group. Two empty beer bottles already sat in front of him, with a third in his hand. He looked exhausted, but his face lit up like a firecracker when he saw you and your friends.

Identical smiles broke out on all of their faces as you and the girls approached. Two of your friends broke off from the group to order some drinks, Tup and Hardcase in tow, while the others made room in the booth.

Fives set his beer down and happily scooped you into a bear hug, pressing you tightly into the freshly scrubbed plastoid of his armor. “Hey there, pretty lady!” he said loudly over the thrumming music.

“Welcome home,” you smiled back. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, but it was not unpleasant. “I’m glad you’re all safe.”

His smile faded a bit, but he nodded. “Me too. It’s good to be back.”

You had expected that. As much as you hated to admit it, not everyone always came back. They had undoubtedly lost brothers on whatever hair-raising mission they had just returned from, and you knew better than to ask about it right away.

“Is Rex—?” you began to ask, but before you could finish, Fives took your hand and spun you in a smoother move than you could have imagined, releasing you right at the end to send you twirling into the waiting arms of your captain.

“Mesh’la,” Rex breathed, burying his face in your neck and hair and wrapping his powerful arms around your waist.

You gasped and felt warm tears sting your eyes as you melted into him. He really was home. You could feel every ripple of every taut muscle under his uniform—his dress greys. Why was he in dress greys? Oh hell, why would care about that now? He was stunning whether he was dressed up, in his armor, or buck naked. You could have sworn the man let off his own glow, like the sun and stars.

Rex inhaled your scent as if he depended on you instead of oxygen, pressing himself as close as he could to you. One of your hands eased over his tense shoulder blade while the other anchored itself to the nape of his neck. His normally buzzed, peach-fuzzy hair was much longer than you remembered it. It curled a little in your fingers as you squeezed, and was so soft that you could not help stroking it a bit.

“Welcome home, baby,” you said as you eased back, grinning from ear to ear at the most handsome man in the GAR. “I missed you so much.”

There were tired circles under his beautiful eyes, a light layer of stubble on his normally clean-shaven face, and a rigidness in his posture that worried you. If your captain was looking this haggard and Fives was already on his third beer, they all must have been through hell. You continued to stroke his hair and marveled at the texture, raking your nails lightly on his scalp. He blinked a few times and you felt a shiver run through him, so he must have liked it.

His dark honey eyes crinkled as he smiled back at you. Despite the clear signs of stress, he was still overjoyed to see you. “I’ve missed you too, my pretty girl. Missed you every single day.”

He leaned down and captured your lips in a tender, longing kiss, cupping your cheek with a warm, calloused hand. He held you to him with the other hand splayed across your lower back as he devoured you. His tongue brushed against your bottom lip, begging for entry, and you quickly parted your lips to let him in. He tasted so good, and he seemed intent on exploring every inch of your mouth before releasing you again.

The kiss left you breathless as you whined into his mouth, and it sent a tingling warm heat radiating from your core out to your limbs. There was a desperation to it that you had not felt in a long time. He nudged your legs apart, slotting and flexing his burly thigh against your center where the heat was quickly pooling. A pleasant shudder ran up your spine as the pressure against your clit increased, and he gripped your waist to steady you.

This was bold for Rex. He had always preferred to wait until you were behind closed doors. But now, here you were, in full view of 79’s and his vode, grinding your aching clit against the muscles in his leg.

It was then you realized that whatever was bothering him and his brothers was better left till morning. You could feel the urgency in his kiss, the silent pleading for you to reciprocate, and his hand guided your hips now as you shifted against him. He would never do anything without your permission, but everything about the way he touched you screamed that he needed you. He needed you now.

As you broke the kiss, his eyes flicked to his brothers and then back to you. It was such a big brother move—making sure his vode were behaving even while he had you ready to fall apart in his arms.

Seizing the opportunity to distract him, you laced his fingers with yours and pulled him toward the back of the club before he could protest. You were not going to wait anymore. If Rex wanted you, you were his.

As you passed your two friends carrying drinks with Tup and Hardcase making their way back to the table, you glanced back over your shoulder at the booth. Fives cracked a knowing grin and winked mischievously at you, pulling one of your friends into his lap. You giggled when you saw her grind her hips down a little and wrap Fives’ arm around her waist while nuzzling up to Echo. Another one of the girls already had her legs draped over Jesse’s lap, and you were certain Kix and his chosen partner for the night were still on the dancefloor.

The girls would make sure they stayed out of any real trouble. If anything, you were probably going to have to make sure Rex never made his way back to the barracks tonight. You knew what chaos would probably ensue there, and the less the good captain knew, the better.

You pushed the refresher door open and dragged Rex inside, quickly locking it behind you. As you turned, you were met with a hungry stare in his amber eyes. You noticed a little smudge of your lipstick on his mouth just before he claimed your mouth again, hoisting you effortlessly into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist so he could press your back to the door.

Through the starchy material of his dress greys, you could feel how hard he was already. He ground himself roughly into your hips, his cock running halfway up your belly, growling out a sound so low and feral it made you soak your dainty underwear.

“Fuck, mesh’la,” he groaned, his jaw clenched in restraint. “Do you know what you do to me?”

“I do have some idea, yes,” you teased, bracing your forearms on his broad shoulders—fuck, how was he so broad?—and tugging on his short curls.

He nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing over your skin. “Mmmm. Feeling a little sassy tonight, huh?”

“Only for you, Captain.”

He paused. 

Oh shit, you were in trouble. You could feel his control beginning to unravel with the use of his title. He rutted his hips into yours and bit down on the tender flesh of your neck just under your ear, immediately soothing the bite with a gentle lick. His thumb brushed over one of your hardened nipples through the satin of your dress, and you were so glad you had forgone wearing a bra tonight. “Careful, mesh’la. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

Everything you needed to hear was in his tone. You giggled and unwrapped your legs from his waist, asking to be set back down. You worked the front of his uniform open and you sank to your knees the second your heels clicked on the floor. You palmed him through his trousers before freeing his thick cock, taking him in your hand and stroking him as he leaned his head back and inhaled sharply.

Rex looked back down at you, his eyes both soft and needy. “You’re too good to me, pretty girl.”

You simply smiled in response and flattened your tongue against him as you licked from the base of his throbbing length all the way to the weeping tip. The feeling of him gathering your hair for you and his pleasured moan had your pussy clenching and flooding with need. You felt powerful like this, knowing his earlier warning was futile as you tasted the little bead of precum that had leaked from him. You had always made him finish. He was yours. And his lips would not be the only part of his body stained with your lipstick tonight.

[monako-jinn-stories]

Hardcase X GN!Reader

Mother of the Maker

Master List

Warnings:

Adult Age+, Not Good For Work, unprotected sex, gender neutral intercourse (I don’t know how to phrase it), mouth male receiving, hand job male receiving

A low groan rolled from Hardcase’s lips into your mouth as your tongues danced. The hand you had wrapped around his cock was stroking him agonizingly slow. You smirked into the kisses as you brought your hand up again, thumb gliding over the head in a gentle caress.

“Fuck, mesh’la,” he said, dropping his head back against the pillow. You smirked down at him, enjoying just how at your mercy he was.

“Does this feel good, Hardcase?” You asked, leaning down to kiss his adams apple.

“So kriffing good,” he replied through groans. You quickened your pace just slightly, and the deep throated groan he released was felt by your lips still on his neck. You took a second to glance down at his length, the long, thick member hardened just for you. Your pace was faster now, and you could see his hips stuttering slightly with your actions.

“Look at you, trying to keep yourself from chasing your release. Do you want to cum?” you cooed at him.

“N-not until I’ve had enough of you, mesh’la,” he replied through clenched teeth.

“Oh, Hardcase,” you moaned into another kiss. You felt his cock twitch in your hand but nothing came out. He really was holding out for you.

You felt one of his hands take a death grip on your ass, fingertips digging into you. You rocked back into it slightly, and another groan slipped off his tongue.

Your hand was moving fast now, drawing him closer and closer to his release. He started to kiss you more hungrily and sloppily now, unable to focus fully on the act of kissing you as you pumped his cock.

Suddenly, you decided to pull away, both your lips and hand, from him. His hips gave an involuntary jerk upwards as he tried to keep the friction. His eyes had been squeezed shut, but now they shot open to stare at you.

“Mesh’la, why did you- oh mother of the Maker karking hells,” he rushed out as you leaned down to lick a stripe up his length and then take him all down your throat. His hand immediately shot down to grasp your hair, keeping your head on him but letting you have control. Your own arousal was growing, and you slowly reached a hand down to begin pleasing yourself as well. You pulled up to lick his head, kissing it before slowly taking it back into your mouth.

“Fuck, you’re going to ruin me,” he said in a deep, husky voice.

“Hmmm,” you hummed, the vibrations sending more waves of pleasure over him. Reaching up, you drug your nails down his chest and felt his muscles trembling under your touch. You could feel a light layer of sweat over his body, no doubt from the pleasure you had been giving him.

“Fuck, just like that, mesh’la,” he said as your tongue pressed against the underside of his length. You removed your hand from your own arousal to gently fondle his balls, earning a gasp-turned-moan from him at the feeling.

“Shit, you’ve never done that before.” His hand tightened in your hair, encouraging you to keep going. However, you decided to pull back, making him look at you with widened eyes again.

“Fuck my mouth,” was all you said. The words fell quickly from your lips, and soon his hand was pushing you back down as his hips rose up. He thrusted at a dangerous pace, hitting the back of your throat as he made you take him as deep as possible. Tears filled your eyes as you tried not to gag on him. Soon enough, his movements were becoming sloppy and you decided to remove your mouth from him to finish him off with your hand.

His hips jutted up to meet your grip with each stroke, and not long after his warm ropes were shooting out, and your eyes sparkled hungrily at them.

“Look how pretty you are, cumming all over my hand,” you cooed at him. His breaths were ragged and his forehead had beads of sweat on it. Groans of your name kept falling from his mouth. When his movements slowed, and then stilled, you ran your thumb over his head again before shifting so you hovered above him.

“What are you- kriff!” He said, hands shooting out to grasp onto your waist as you dropped onto his cock. A lewd and wet sound filled the room as you began to ride him, and, though he’s only slightly beginning to soften up as he already finished, you don’t need much until you’re leaning forwards, grinding down on him as much as you can as your own release spills from you.

After taking a second to catch your breath, you lift off of him and glance down at the mess he is. A mix of both your juices is splayed out over his skin. You smirked while leaning down and licking some of it up, his eyes watching you intently.

“How many more times do you want to cum tonight?” You asked as you kissed up his body, making your way back to his lips.

“So many more,” he replied, holding your cheek as your mouths joined again, tongues dancing while you waited for your arousals to return.

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