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Hellooo, unsure if your requests are still open. However I would love to smut request 116 and 124 for Thrawn please, thank you <3

Hi I took this prompt and wrote the sequel nobody asked for. Thank you dude for being so patient and I hope this fic makes up for the wait

Everything and Nothing More pt 2

Thrawn x fem! Reader

An unexpected negotiation leads you deeper into your tryst with the Grand Admiral

CW: cropping, masturbation, oral sex (f recieving), BDSM themes, breast and genital impact play, unprotected, p in v sexerooni, this fic wtf, freaky penis stuff (barbing) , use of honorific (sir), praise kink stuff, and exactly one "good girl"

AO3- coming soon!

Your polished white boots click down the immaculate hallways of the Chimera, pounding the ground. They carry you absently past the door to Thrawn’s office, careful to dodge the armed Storm Trooper on guard there. The guard steps back, out of your way, but their helmet tilts imperceptibly towards you as you pass, the black void of their visor boring into your back as you once again ignore them and continue your abrupt pace.

You were only…what? Four minutes late? They could wait another. You needed to think.

What happens next?

The question has been on repeat in your head, a heavy weight on your mind since you’d given up on sleep and put on your armor for the day. It was a good question. What did happen next? What awaited you in Thrawn’s office?

Thrawn, of course. The very being who up until last night had been merely your commander. He’d taken you under his wing. Taught you to use a staff himself. Honed you into the perfect weapon to protect him, then fucked you mindless in the refresher mere hours ago.

Your stomach flutters obnoxiously at the thought of it. Part lovesick foolishness, part lust, and absolutely zero sense.

In the back of your mind, a spark of romantic hope flickers- Your imagination catches with it, dances with images of Thrawn proclaiming his love- stealing you away from the dull life of a Storm Trooper and injecting you directly into his world.

Unlikely at best the more rational portions of your brain whisper. You're playing a fool's game. He's your direct commander. It was a mistake. You’re walking into your own dismissal, one way or another.

Your boots take you further down the hall and around a corner before you stop them. You turn heel, heading back down the hall and knocking out a trembling sigh that fogs the back of your polarized lenses, making the internal HUD display inside your helmet quiver.

You were right. There was a possibility of rejection, wasn’t there? You are, after all, just another nameless Trooper. Part of the faceless mass that flocked around Thrawn every day. Even if The Grand Admiral had chosen to show you a little special treatment, that did not mean your feelings would necessarily be requited.

Run to med bay. Fake sick.

Like you could shirk off Grand Admiral karking Thrawn. He’d been painfully clear about tracking you through your helmet, hadn’t he? You had no doubt in your mind Thrawn would appear in the med day to retrieve you before you could scramble your sorry self into a batca tank.

Again, the doorway. Again, the guard on duty leans towards you as you approach, shifting back and forth on their feet. You watch their body heat spike beneath their armor in green. Yellow. Red, right at their core. Swirling just like the sloppy mess of your own insides as you finally stop in front of them.

“CT-925 reporting in.” Your words are flat. Appropriate. No hint of the anxiety curdling your stomach like bantha milk.

“‘It's about time!” The other Trooper snorts. “Watching you pace was getting irritating. The admiral is all yours. And heads up, he’s in a foul mood. Insisted you report to him directly at the start of your shift.”

"Whatever. Just get out of my way." You sigh

"Take it easy, now. It’s just a briefing, Admiral's Pet."

The nickname hurts, but it's nothing new. You didn't get where you were as fast as you had without whispers of scandal. And now, you realize with a flush of heat in your cheeks, in a way, those whispers had come true.

"You're lucky I'm too busy to take your CT right now, Trooper." You snarl through clenched teeth, shouldering past them roughly enough to knock pauldrons and effectively ejecting them from the threshold. “Now get out of here before I change my mind and report you.”

“Have fun, Slut” The Trooper hisses after you, shoving their e-11 blaster into your hands.

Before you can retaliate, he’s gone. Vanished from existence, along with the rest of the Chimera as the automatic door seals smoothly behind you. Your anger dissipates in the space of a few breaths. It can’t survive here.

You have always loved this office, and stepping into it is like entering another world. It's quieter. Darker, and Seemingly removed from the rest of the galaxy. A strangely primordial place full of whispers, vaguely haunted and disguised as just another office on just another Star Destroyer. Thrawn has the lights down, only his collection is ambiently lit, and a blue glow radiates from the center of the room, washing even the edges of the room in a soft azure tint. Soft classical music plays from somewhere; Rapid, pulsating, tones from an invisible source, as intricate and complex as the man who had chosen them.

The walls flanking you are adorned in art; strange shapes and forms in a variety of mediums that you've grown so used to seeing you don't even know what they are anymore. To what people they once belonged to. You don't bother to pay them any attention now, either, as you approach Thrawn‘s desk, a commanding piece of furniture that dominates the center of the room.

Each step closer seems to inexplicably tighten your chest plate, squeezing the air out of you in controlled little sucks of breath. You halt and salute your commanding officer, just the same as you would any other day.

“CT-925, reporting for duty." You’re relieved you’re able to keep your nerves out of your voice."You wanted to see me directly, Sir?”

Thrawn himself sits partially obscured by the floating azure spheres of a star map, lost in thought. It takes him a moment to register you're standing there, but once he does The ghostly haze of holographic planets blink out of existence in an instant. They take with them their blue glow, leaving only the art softly illuminated in long-fingered shadows and the crimson shine of his eyes.

“Yes, I do.” He’s intense to the point of penetrating your armor. Unnerving. His words toneless as he looks at the chrono on his wrist "You’re late. How very unlike you, CT-925."

“I’m sorry, Sir I-"

“-Please, spare us both whatever pitiful excuse you’re about to come up with." Thrawn’s hard scrutiny stays level on you as taps at his desk, bringing up 3 different holovid feeds of your suit of armor marching back and forth down the hallway in clear blue holo behind him. "I know where you were. What I don’t know is why.”

Your helmet raises, training its empty gaze on Thrawn, searching him as he smiles, steeples his fingers and Lets his crimson eyes glaze partially. Walking the line between thought and reality, he leans back decadently in his seat to size you up like his next meal."So, would you like to tell me? You have permission to speak freely."

This is a trick and of course it’s a trick. He’ll bait you all day if you let him.

"Last night?" You don't mean it to be a question, but it hangs there as one.

"Or, rather, this morning." Thrawn nods in agreement, encouraging you to continue.

"Yeah, when-"The words become suddenly hard to form: "when we well-"

"-when we what?" Thrawn's smile is barbed with mischief.

You long to wither out from under your armor. To vanish and let the plates drop loudly to the floor. You know that he's eating this up. He's inhaling your inner turmoil like smoke and it's getting him off.

"Go ahead," Thrawn gestures to you with the flick of his wrist "speak."

Sick bastard. He’s going to make you say it.

Yeah. It is sick, you have to agree…yet you can't help the heat of desire that curls into you just being under his stare. Maybe, just maybe, you're sick, too. You take a breath, and hear yourself speak:

“When we had sex in the refresher last night. I have some questions.”

Thrawn grins as he hears it too, cocking his head to one side.

“How funny. So do I. But, I’m a gentleman, so you can go first.”

“What...what are we doing here? What happened last night?” you whisper so softly your modulator almost doesn't pick it up. “Is this some kind of sick game? hazing ritual? A test?"

“No games." Thrawn leans forward in his chair."I'm going to cut directly to the chase, 925, as my time is valuable. From the moment I first saw the real you beneath that" He gestures vaguely at your helmet " artificial exterior here, I knew I needed to have you."

“Have me?” Your heart leaps unbidden at the thought. You remember the first time he made you take off your helmet to spar. The thrill in his eyes that you even would. All the nights spent in the ring together after that. All the days standing just over his shoulder. And he had craved you back that whole time?

“Yes. To...possess you, in a way. The longer I watched you, the more you consumed me. I thought training you would be enough, but, alas, it was not. I began tracking you. Watching your movements, desperate to catch you alone. Imagine my surprise when I finally did."

Your head spins. You put one heavy gloved hand to your helmet, flicking off the dizzying swirl of electronics inside. “What does all that even mean? Because it sounds crazy.”

“Does it?” Thrawn regards you with a wicked little smirk. “I’m not the one moaning my name alone in the shower while i-“

“-what I do when I am alone is not really of your concern, is it?” You snap, just a little too sharp.

“Except it is.” Thrawn’s eyes flash like rubies in the dark with silent thrill at your flicker of viciousness “as your commanding officer, it really, truly is my business what you do when you're alone. Especially when you break curfew to do it. But before we discuss any possible, well, disciplinary actions I'll answer your questions. What happened last night was, I believe, the fulfillment of two fantasies.”

Two fantasies?

Did that mean he-

“-and as for the future, or, as you put it, 'what we're doing here' well, this is where it starts to get interesting. With your consent, I'd like to continue seeing you."

"Let me get this straight, you want to…" you pause, unfurling the rest of the thought slowly "...keep hooking up?"

"Yes. Exactly. But, I do have a caveat. What we do here, together, would be wholly carnal in nature. The satisfaction of a mutual desire we share. Long story short, I don’t date, Trooper.” The way Thrawn says it makes the word seem so flippant. So foolish. It stings a little. "We aren't a couple outside of this room, and nobody can know of us."

You can't help but slump where you stand.

"Oh, come now." Thrawn's voice becomes satin. "Don't be too disappointed. you were expecting...what? Romance?" He stands from his seat, straightening his immaculate uniform before starting through his collection. His path brings him to circle where you stand like a predator. Once. Twice. Gradually shrinking the space between the two of you.

“Well, no. Not exactly.“ You fumble for words“I just thought...I had this image in my mind. It seems so ridiculous now-"

“No, I understand completely. You’re an emotional creature. It’s part of your allure.”

“And you’re not?”

"Not what?"

"An emotional creature."

“ No. Not really.” Thrawn is smug. You can hear it in his voice as he closes on you. He knows he has what you want. He must have seen the ache and longing in you at some point.Kark, you can only fathom how long he's been waiting. Watching. Moving towards this very moment.

“But for you, I'll get as close as I can.” He’s behind you. The specter haunting this place.”What I'm offering you is a mutual exchange; pleasure for pleasure."

Don't do it. There is a catch. Don't be the Admiral's Pet.

“Why me?” You demand softly.

“Why not you?”

“I’m nobody. Just another-“

“-stop there.” He presses close enough to your back to touch you and your helmet's internal temperature gauge starts to blink. Climb at the corner of your vision. “All that you have in common with the others is this shell” He trails one finger down the alabaster plastoid, making it squeal softly before letting up. “You are nothing like them.”

“How do you know?" Beneath your armor, you're sweating. Practically roasting alive.

“I've seen it in you. In the heat of even mock battle, there is a ferocity in you that I find absolutely captivating .” He leans over your shoulder, speaking directly into the auditory sensor of your helmet. His hands ghostup and over your clavicle, hovering over the narrow slit of your exposed throat. You tilt back your head, a gasp barely captured by your modulator.“you're not afraid to break the rules, or to play a little rough. So Agree. Say you'll see me again and again after that. Belong to me behind closed doors. Let me have you and we will be otherwise free to continue as we are now. ”

“This is a lot.

“I know. Nobody will force you to do anything you don't want to." Thrawn shrugs. “You can get up now, leave my office, and resume your life like last night never happened at any time. Things around you will change, of course, You’ll be off my guard immediately. I have the power to send you anywhere you would like within imperial space in the crisp new uniform of your choosing."

“Ad what if I agree, but then change my mind?” Were you seriously considering this?

“The same arrangement applies. You’ll be off this ship within 24 standard galactic hours and we will never meet again.”

“Never?” You cock your head. Thrawn had the power to make you an officer, maybe even a governor- plant you on some cushy planet on the inner rim with the world at your feet. And all you had to do was…what? Keep your feelings on a tight leash?

Are you even capable of doing that? This isn't what you truly want.

True. This wasn't the situation you always played in your head when you were alone. Your dreams were deeply rooted in the romance Thrawn was warning you wouldn't exist.

But, the sex had been incredible. It put to shame every other too fast rush of lust you'd experienced before that always seemed to dissolve before it had ever truly taken off. Thrawn had been so different. So through in his passion. And you want more.

He grips your shoulder pauldrons, and speaks as if he’s reading your thoughts. “My tastes are exotic.The demands I make of you will be challenging. When it is just you and I alone, I expect to have your mind, body, and soul. That will make it so easy to confuse lust for love and passion for commitment, But I know you’re stronger than that. I’ve pulled such power from you myself in this very office. If your heart wanders, just remember what we are here for.” The way he pulls back, abruptly removing his presence to cross to the sparring arena, tells you he's done with questions.

“You know the stakes, 925. Make your choice.”

You swallow, hard, fighting down a stomach full of emotions and a brain roaring with thoughts. The e-11 falls from your hands and you let it, barely even hearing it clatter on the floor. The idle dreams and fantasies you’d let yourself indulge in made as real as possible. He had even included the keys to your freedom. Sure, if things went south it would hurt,but wouldn't you rather cry from behind your own desk on Scarif than in your tiny bunk here on the Chimera?

“Yes.” You hear your own modulated voice answer for you. “I’ll do it. I'll be…ill be your, what, secret plaything?"

"If you want to call it that, sure." Thrawn's smile is intoxicating when he beams at you, radiant and victorious. Something in him seems to change. Even from across the room, you watch him shift. Roll back his shoulders. He activates one of the many pale panels that line the walls, drawing something from within and attaching it to his belt. “Helmet off."

Is this really karking happening?

You shuck your bucket. Let it drop between your polished white boots. Immediately, you’ve been made vulnerable. No longer the faceless drone of the Imperial army, yet you feel no freedom. No peace without it. The room is too dark. Too crushing. Even as cold air licks at your too-warm face. But when Thrawn looks at you, the overwhelming sense of insecurity fades away like a mist in the first cracked fingers of dawn. He drinks in your face from across the room as if he’s dying of thirst.

"You will always remove your helmet first. Then, the armor." He gestures for you to begin and You’re quick to oblige, starting with your thick gloves to make prying the magnetized plates free easier.

The more pieces you remove, the more the black body glove underneath clings to you. Cool air hits the damp fabric and your nipples pebble through. Your body is taut and your skin too tight as you stand there, letting him take you in, waiting for further orders.

Thrawn is smirking as he points at the floor between his feet. He doesn’t need to speak. You know exactly what he wants. You cross the office, almost painfully aware of your surroundings without your protective shell, and drop to your knees. In the action is peace. Release. The ease of an invisible burden. You let your head drop forward, exhaling a long breath.

"Perfection.''Thrawn cups your face in tender hands. His presence is absolutely electric, but his cool hands are soft. The hairs on the back of your neck rise As Thrawn’s touch shifts, one hand holding your cheek, its eager mate snarling into a fist in the hair at the back of your head. Your breathing hitches in your throat. “Let me play with you again. You have no idea how badly I need to.”

"yes" You gasp. Your voice is so different without the modulator you'd become so accustomed to hearing. The grip in your hair tightens. Warm curls of pain slacken your body, letting you drift where he guides you. Letting you melt into his will.

“Manners will get you far, Trooper.”

“Yes, Please?”

“Much better” you can hear the smile in Thrawn’s voice “I am not going to touch you until you beg me to. Instead, I am going to use-“ he releases you, unhooking a riding crop from the belt of his uniform. A flexible rod, maybe the width of your pointer finger adorned with a single loop of leather at its tip and a thick wrapped leather handle at the opposite end. “- this. I know it doesn't look like much." Thrawn gives the crop an experimental swing, snapping it loudly against his own palm. “But appearances are so deceiving. Do you think you can take it?”

You gulp. Can you? You're still sore from the night before, but just thinking about him exploring your desperate body uninhibited once again sends a shiver chasing itself from the base of your skull to your tailbone.

"I think I can. Are you seriously going to hit me with it?”

Thrawn Snaps the crop into his hand again. It makes you flinch.

"Of course I am, dearest. If it gets to be too much, just say 'Rukh' and it stops."

"Rukh" you taste the word. So short, so easy to roll out of your mouth You can't take your eyes from the crop. "And you'll stop?"

"Yes. I'm a man of my word. Everything stops unless you choose to continue. And if you are very good at begging..." he yanks back your head at an angle hard enough to make you gasp, his hungry mouth going to the channels of your neck. "...I will give you my cock again.”

With a push, Thrawn releases you, standing before you with his hands behind his back, the crop pointed at the ground.

“Now, palms up, dearest.”

You do as you're told, laying your hands facing up towards the ceiling. You pull your shoulders back, flinching as the crop’s loop slithers up your spine.

“Back straight. Yes, just like that.” The crop drags across your hard nipples, making you yelp in surprise. “Back straight. Tits out. Perfection. Such a quick little study.”

Thrawn snaps the crop lightly first on your right palm, then the left, bouncing the loop back and forth playfully. The first few flips make you jump, introducing an alien heat in your hands that quickly melts into a muted burn in a rhythm you could easily get lost in. You swallow hard, flicking your eyes from your twitching palms to Thrawn’s glowing gaze.

"What do you think?" He asks when he sees you watching his still features.

"Not bad"

He strikes once. Hard. The exquisite sting that lights in your palm makes you recoil. Bare your teeth like an animal. He catches your chin with the crop, drinking in the visage of your ignited glare.

“Oh, dear. Was that one bad? It can do other things as well. Want to see?”

He angles the crop into the soft flesh just behind the point of your jaw, forcing your head up and back at an angle. Your eyes burn with a rush of sudden shame…and your cunt clenches on nothing.

How dare he?

“I asked a question, Trooper.”

"Yes" you growl in ascent

"What was that? You don't sound particularly excited about that, yes. Go ahead and fight. I can see it just burning in you. It's natural to clash against submission. That's how you best learn to give it, by pushing through. It can be confusing, I know. Now, Try again." The crop twists painfully, the coarse grain of leather biting. "Do you want to see what else I can do with this crop?"

"Yes-p..." you stammer, an unbidden streak of tears rolling down your cheeks. "...yes please."

“You may call me Sir.”

“Yes, please, Sir.”

"Now that’s a good girl." Thrawn coos, the crop relenting, pressure released. "Arms above your head. Hold on to your own elbows and do not lower them."

You do as you're told, exposing to Thrawn the perfect swells of your breasts. Again, the crop trails over your peaked nipples, light, almost flirtatious. He flicks each one through your body glove, merely kissing the leather loop against such sensitive areas, and yet each stroke is a jab of lightning directly from the point of impact, to the bud of your sex. Small sparks that grow as Thrawn increases his pace, matching the soft music still spilling into the room.

Tap, tap, tap,

Back and forth. Every flicking hit consumes your thoughts. Hitches your breath. Relaxes the taut muscles at your core, even if it hurts.

And Oh stars, does it hurt.

The kind of hurt you never want to stop. That confuses and thrills you all at once. Even if it has you jerking and gasping in place, it's a white-hot sizzle As dizzying as a night out of drinking, yet as sacred and profane as falling to your knees in prayer.

One hit lands harder than the others, threatening to shatter the delicate web of sexual peace you've constructed. Out of some misplaced instinct, your arms drop to protect yourself.

Thrawn doesn’t even falter in tempo when he racks your forearms with the crop's long arm- faster than you and just a little too hard. You yelp out loud, recoiling.

"What did I say?" He asks in a cool hiss

Your arms return to position, even if your body begins to shiver.

"That's right. Such a pretty little toy you are. Do you want to keep playing my games?"

You nod, your eyes locking on his.Thrawn steps in close enough to show you the long bulge of his arousal outlined in his trousers. He sucks his bottom lip between his teeth as he drags the crop’s keeper in a hard downward line from where the high neck of your body glove starts down to your stomach. Your skin tingles along its path. Dances where the glove snags and you can’t help but glance down to watch it. Thrawn drifts it over your belly and lower for an instant before sweeping the crop back up to your breastbone so abruptly you gasp, flinching back your head.

“Get on your back, Trooper" He orders softly, pressing the crop, building a sharp pressure in the hard plane of bone between your breasts, pushing until it bends in a stark curve and the pain is finally enough to make your eyelids flutter and propel you to awkwardly descend to your elbows, knees bent and feet flat on the floor.

Thrawn descends with you, notching himself into the v of your legs to better devour the sight of your trembling, sweat-patched body in its jet black second skin. Your arousal has left a damp spot that cools as your knees spread to admit him.

"Squeeze your breasts for me." Thrawn is intense this close. He presses the crop's thick leather handle to your cunt through your body glove experimentally and finds you willing. “Come on now dear.”

Your lips art into a lush O as you reach to touch yourself. hesitantly at first, but quickly coming to relish the *SATIN* smooth shapes of your body. Kneading your flesh in your palms with zeal and running your thumbs over your nipples leaves the both of you sighing.

It's too slow. Too little. Thrawn is playing with you, and you both know it.

More" You pant, rolling your hips against the crop, eager to find friction. "more…please? More, Sir?" You’d call him anything he wanted. It didn’t matter.

Oh,it feels so good you want more?”

In response, your stomach flips and you moan, bucking against the crop, twisting your own nipples wantonly between your fingers.

The obsidian chuckle of approval that reverberates above you punches like a baseline. Thrawn pumps the handle slowly, up and down, coaxing your lips apart through your undergarment like a reward. The cold fabric warms quickly as your cunt agrees, opening eagerly to the idea of pleasure. Welcoming Thrawn's lust.

“If you want more, you’ll beg for it.”

You don't want to beg. You want to feel the hard press of his body pinning you to the floor.

You won't have to beg if he fucks you first.

The thought pops into your head and your right leg replies, drifting up Thrawn's waist, attempting to hook him.

"Ah" Thrawn's hand clamps on the tender pressure point deep in your inner thigh. His fingers are merciless, grinding into the delicate spot with punishing accuracy. He pins your leg in place, holding you down as he pumps the crop faster in his other hand.

The moan in your throat morphs into a scream on its way out. Your leg goes useless, a burning dead weight as your cunt flutters on air.

"If you want more from me, you'll beg." A bark heavy with danger from the darkness of space around you. Your back arches. "And don't you dare cum before you do."

"Ah," you pant, eyes squeezed shut, chest heaving. "Ah, fine. Fine! Please! Please, Sir. Please…what was it… touch me, please! I’m begging you."

Thrawn permeates the darkness, his both his body and mouth collapsing onto yours in a scalding kiss. His tongue is the icor of life, pouring into your mouth lighting you from the inside. The butt of the crop's handle pushes against your sensitive clit, rolling it asThrawn breathes one syllable into your mouth, clumsy with saliva and thick with desire:

“Cum”

The crop doesn’t stop as Thrawn guides you through your climax. Doesn’t relent. It’s almost as if he's forced it from you; the well of maddening pleasure builds so quickly that by the time it lands, you’ve only just realized it existed to begin with. It rocks you, exhilarating your every nerve ending, rattling a long, low, moan out of you as you unwind in his arms.

Thrawn begins to strip you, helping you with the zipper of your body glove, his touch cool against your nearly feverish skin as his hands work beneath it. He gathers rough handfuls of your breasts and ass as he helps you peel the garment off of your body. You find yourself yanking at his clothing;hauling his starched jacket from his shoulders and pulling his shirt open hard enough to send several buttons flying. It’s mindless. Fast. Neither of you stops until the next time your bodies crash together, they’re bare, his skin on yours.

"Lay back, knees apart." He’s breathing hard, kneeling back between your legs, helping you push them open with one hand, crop in the other. Spread before him, your glistening silken sex makes alluring display.

“Yes, That’s it. Beautiful.”

You flinch as cold air kisses the sickening arousal at your core. The crop's loop dances at your thighs, Thrawn holding it delicately by its length, flicking it backwards towards you

Tap, tap, tap

It creeps closer, until it's softly tapping your mount. Your legs flinch. Quiver. You watch as Thrawn eases his cock out with his other hand. Gives it a few pumps in time with his tapping.

He hits your bud once.

Only once.

A lick from his lash that's as fast as a lightning strike. It whites your vision, the initial spike of resulting pain seeming to radiate outward, fading only when met by your brain's answering dump of endorphins. Agony and ecstasy, in one fell swoop, one almost outweighing the other.

For an instant, a word plays at the tip of your tongue- Rukh. Rukh. It threatens to become real, to leave your lips as sound…but before it can, the scales tip imperceptibly the opposite way. Back into balance.

You suck in a lungful of life, exhilarated and depleted all at once, writhing on the floor like you're being paid to do it.

Thrawn pushes his crop between your teeth.

"Do not drop this." He hisses, descending down your naked body in a series of wet, sucking, kisses until he's lapping at your quivering, aching, cunt.

His mouth soothes the balm from his previous mitigations, immediately barbing your endorphin rush with a spike of desire. Thrawn sucks your battered bud. Licks at your tender entrance until you're both moaning against your respective mouthfuls. Thrawn's arms snake around your hips, only peeling his lips from yours to flip you roughly onto your hands and kneeshands and knees.

He looms behind you, lining up his bare cock and hauling you down over it. He fills you, groaning at the slow, indulgent, suck of your pussy pulling him in. The stretch unreal. Thrawn pumps into you in short, measured, strokes- hissing through his teeth as you unravel beneath him. He’s grown impatient,Your hold on him far more than merely physical, and his steady pace doesn’t last long.

Before you can fully process the dizzying swirl of chemicals, the forceful nature of his presence behind you, Thrawn comes seemingly unhinged. Each long plunge of his full cock drives into the back of you, slamming into the soft tissue of your cervix hard enough to make you yelp. Rivulets of hot drool coat the crop in your teeth as you are pushed forward at the rhythm of your bodies bouncing off of one another. You arch back against him, braced as best you can to absorb every blow.

Thrawn ruts like a beast; a brute awoken in him at the smell of sex. He reaches where you’re tied together, stroking the mess of your cunt, feeling your hole expand with curious fingertips before focusing his attention on your swollen clit. He folds over you, trapping you beneath his strong body as he splits you.

“Cum again, little toy” he snarls into the flesh of your back, the order fading into a tremulous groan. You feel his barb engage- the sharp hook at your already wounded core- it feels lik you’ve been gut shot, yet, the crest of climax still sends you into clenching fervor around him. Your back arches.

There is no escape.

Locked together, Thrawn has no choice but to expel his seed in a hot burst in your belly. He claps your ass when he cums, making the flesh bounce, kneading it by the handful. He laughs as he rides out the ebbing waves of your pleasure, a cutting, breathless, sound.

“You feel incredible” he groans, hauling your slackening body upright.When your bones dissolve, he catches you, easing you into a liquid heap onto the floor, still trapped inside of you, he takes the crop from your teeth.

“That’s it” Thrawn coos, panting and exhilarated, pulling your back to his chest in his cabled arms. “Easy, now. Just breathe. We’ve, what-“ he checks his wrist chrono again “-seven minutes until my next meeting? Plenty of time to catch your breath.”

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