#riz is from england so i thought this'd be a funny opener. validate me.

[thirst-order-confession]

Could you guys do a sniperpilot x reader involving Bodhi and Cassian walking in on the reader masturbating and deciding to help her out?

“Bodhi, I’m telling you, they’re gonna say the same thing I am; lemonade isn’t fucking Sprite. Look, we can go to Target right now and I’ll prove it,” Cassian says, trying to stop Bodhi from opening the door to your shared room. 

Bodhi shakes him off. “No. I wanna hear it from them directly. Lemonade isn’t the weird lemon sugar water you’re trying to convince me it is.”

He twists the door handle and pushes the door open, saying your name loudly. “Cassian’s trying to lie to m-”

“Fuck!” You shout. You turn off the vibrator currently shoved into your cunt and look at the boys, exasperated. “I was about to fucking cum!”

They both stand there for a second, frozen in place. You look at them expectantly, waiting for it to click in their heads. Cassian’s face lights up first. “D’you want some help, then?”

“The situation isn’t gonna fix itself, is it?”

Bodhi doesn’t say anything, just walks to the edge of the bed. He grabs your legs and nuzzles your thighs. He pulls the vibrator out, and nudges your clit with his nose. “Sorry...”

You thread a hand through his hair, murmuring praise already. Cassian rummages around in a drawer across the room, then makes a noise as he finds what he’s looking for. He trots back over to the bed and hands Bodhi something. You’re too preoccupied with the latter’s mouth to notice. He turns it on and presses it against your clit.

You nearly jump as the bullet thrums against you. You gasp, which Cassian takes advantage of. He presses lips to yours, sliding his tongue past them. You moan, your hands going to his face. Bodhi slides three fingers into you, making sure to swipe the bullet across your clit in time with his fingers.

Your orgasm builds back up quickly, and you’re scrambling against the sheets. “Please, please, oh fuck,” You say against Cassian’s lips. He just smiles against you, hands wandering your chest.

Bodhi kicks up the bullet again and you cum with a wail, gripping Cassian’s arms. He just coos in your ear, and Bodhi works you through it, his fingers slowly thrusting into your as long as your cunt clenches them. 

You shiver as they both pull off of you. You’re jelly against the bedspread, and look up at them lazily. You point your look towards Bodhi. “Baby?”

He swallows. “Yea?”

“Lemonade isn’t Sprite.”

“Fuck!”