Summary: Blowing off steam with the ARC Trooper you hate (the feeling is mutual).
Pairing: Arc Trooper Fives x bartender f!reader
Word Count: 1471 words
Warnings: smut, pure shameless smut, hate sex, P in V sex, creampie, rough sex, rough oral, oral fingering, mirror sex, quickie, hair pulling, choking, possessive, NASTY
Divider by: @freesia-writes & @saradika
A/N: a gift for my lovely gal @cocolinagoodnight I hope she enjoys! But OOF this was nasty hehe but fun to write! Sorry I haven’t posted in a few weeks life has been busy! But I hope you like this piece! Enjoy! X
Rhythmic grunts echo out in the fresher, followed by a wet slapping noise. The distant sound of music dulled out by the jammed door to the fresher so no one could come in. Because what would they say if they saw such an esteemed ARC Trooper fucking the bartender he hates with such vigor?
Your hands grip the edge of the sink, the only thing keeping you upright as he fucks into you hard and fast. He fucks you from behind, his body leaning over you as his hips snap forward. The bulk of his plastoid armour, heavy and uncomfortable and grates against your bare skin. Your back is now red and aching. He had pulled the fabric of your uniform top up, your tits hanging free and exposed and a gloved hand moved to grab one of them, grip hard and aching as he squeezed.
You cry out and he snaps his hips forward hard and fast, pushing in deep and hard, all the way to the hilt.
“Fuckin’, keep your mouth shut.” He grunts, leaning over you, his short puffs of breath loud and warm against your ear.
You pant and manage to roll your eyes as he stills for a moment.
“Afraid someone will catch us, CT-5555?” You whisper with a taunt, pushing back against him, clenching around his cock.
He clenches his teeth and he pinches your nipple hard and you gasp. He releases it in a second so he can grab the back of your hair and yanks your neck back. You inhale sharply, focusing on keeping your lips shut so you don’t whimper for him. You narrow your eyes, sharp gaze locking on his dark gaze as he glares at you with so much anger.
You can see in his eyes how much he hates being referred to by just a number. But god the results are worth riling him up like this.
He grips your hair tight, painful and sharp and his other hand releases your bruising hip to move to your throat and you hate how you swallow and squirm as he applies pressure. You hate even more how you feel yourself getting wetter; your arousal soaking his cock buried to the hilt in your cunt.
His lips quirk up at this, an arrogant self righteous smirk but as you squirm again, he squeezes your throat and tugs on your hair.
“Stop fuckin’ moving!” He groans, grinding his hips flush against your ass. “You’re so annoying, can’t even stay still for a second.”
He continues to grind his hips hard and deep against you, grunting in your ear as he does so and you feel so incredibly full. You feel like you can’t breathe, eyes rolling back and flickering shut as you groan.
“Look at you whining for my cock. Can’t get enough of it can you?”
The pull on your hair is painful now, tears are pricking in the corner of your eyes, you open your mouth, ready to curse him out when he suddenly pulls out, surprising you with the sudden emptiness. A hand on your back pushes you down, so you are practically bent in half and two hands manoeuvre you so your arse is on full display, as well as your dripping cunt.
You turn to look, clenching around nothing when suddenly two fingers push in, curling up quickly and your knees buckle.
“So needy all the time, so desperate for my cock aren't you?” He sneers, fingers pumping in and out at a brutal pace. “Bet you need to be filled all the time. Bet you’ve taken so much of my vode. Anyone who comes into 79’s and spares you a glance.
“Fuck you.” You gasp out, rage fueling you at his filthy words but you hear how wet you sound as he fucks you with his fingers.
“Nah, you don’t get to come on my cock. Not yet at least. You hardly deserve it.” He gloats, curling his fingers.
You roll your eyes, a snarl on your lips. “You keep coming back to fuck me though, don’t you? Can’t get enough of this pussy.”
He pulls his fingers out and your lips part, ready to add more liquid tibanna to the fire when suddenly a sharp sting. As he slaps your cunt, you cry out, knees finally giving out and he holds you up effortlessly.
Pushing your hips to the sink and bending you over again, your hands reach out, palms flat against the mirror there. Your eyes manage to focus again as you see the looming bulk of the ARC Trooper caging you in. You barely have time to process when he suddenly pushes his thick length back deep in you, then immediately pulls almost all of the way out before he slams back in.
With the air knocked out of you, you watch with hazy eyes and soft whimpers as he beguins to fuck you hard and fast. Like a man starved, quenched of thirst and as if his life depended on it. Brutal, fast, powerful. Slick noises fill the air as his cock pounds into you again and again and again.
“Going to make you come all over my cock. Then I’m going to fill you up so much, I’ll be leaking out of you for the rest of your shift, dripping down your legs.”
The pure filth leaving his mouth drives you closer to your orgasm, losing yourself in the ideas and promises as all you care about is the release.
“You can parade around 79’s, serving drinks looking so fucked out. All cock dumb because of me.”
You hate how you mewl at his words, hands clammy against the mirror and you see how wrecked you look.
“Going to ruin everyone else for you. No one will ever fuck you as good as I do. No one will ever make you come like I do. You can go after as many clones as you want. They. Arent. Me.”
He grunts out each word with a powerful thrust, causing your breath to hitch and rise in octave.
He somehow moves after, hand in your hair tugging hard and other hand, palm on the small of your back, pushing you down on the sink, the edge of it digging into your abdomen uncomfortably but you don’t care.
You’re so close.
“Fives!” You give in, yielding and crying out his name.
The dark breathless chuckle leaves his lips and he knows he’d won this round of the silly tooka and womp rat game you play when he is planet side.
“Wasn’t so hard was it?” He smirks. “So fuckin’ annoying-”
The palm pushing your back down is gone and the moment his fingers touch your clit your gasping and moaning, writhing under his touch as your aching clit finally is given attention. He moves faster and deeper, driving his cock home deep in your cunt as his finger tipers rub quick harsh circles, rushing your orgasm.
The build up increases rapidly, and it hits you like a tidal wave as the tremors travel through your body as you come hard and faster, body shaking and you cream over his cock as it plunges deep. You let out a broken sob of a moan at the sudden feeling and all you can do is watch in the mirror as he pulls your hair, arching your back as he comes with a choked groan.
You feel his white cum paint your walls and fill you up deep as he grinds his hips into you, riding out his orgasm and taking you into oversensitivity as he is merciless with your clit. As he finally slows to a halt, you grab his wrist and yank him away from your throbbing cunt.
His cock slips out and you shudder at the feel of his spend trickling out of you slowly. You clench trying to keep it in and turn to look at him, holding onto the sink for support. You pant heavily, chest heaving, shining with sweat. Fives tucks his softening cock back into his blacks and attaches his cod pieces again and picks up his discarded bucket.
He stands there. chest moving fast, but with the plastoid armour covering his large build, he already looks composed. Put together as if he hasnt just almost fucked you within an inch of your life. He looks you over, lips turning up smug.
“I fucking hate you.” You breathe out, the words weak and half hearted and he snorts.
“Hate you too, sweetheart.” He turns to leave the fresher and glances back with a smirk. “Try and see if you can find someone better until I’m back on Coruscant.”
You glare in fury as he leaves but your cunt already aches at the idea of your next encounter with Arc Trooper Fives.
A/N: Request for my lovely friend @mrs2224 ! Hope they enjoy! X
You break your gaze from across the room to look at the person standing in front of you. A clone stands there, armour white and fresh and new. A shiny. Complete with the standard regulation haircut and the arrogance of a clone fresh out of the tube and having just landed on Coruscant.
“I have one, thanks though.” You raise the thin glass holding your cocktail as you lean against the bar.
“Looking pretty empty though. Let me order you another.”
You press your lips into a fine line and you try not to roll your eyes as the Shiny rests his elbow on the bar, smirking down at you. You turn away to face the bartender and hold up two fingers. The droid nods and moves away to prepare making the order. You had only planned on waiting for one more drink but this annoying encounter was proving you were going to need a few drinks in your system tonight.
“I am capable of doing that myself.” You state simply, downing the remaining dregs of your cocktail and putting the glass down.
Once the glass hits the counter, the Shiny takes your hand, thumb rubbing the top of it as he holds it in his grasp and you bristle. You glance up at him, irritation obvious with how you grimace.
“C’mon, there’s no need to be like that. Haven’t you ever wanted to be with one of the troopers that are protecting the Republic?” He drawled out, fully laying it on thick and you can only glare at him, patient now having worn thin.
“You’ve barely just left Kamino, tubie.” You sigh and rip your hand away when his grip loosens, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion with how you know that terminology.
“How do you-?” He begins to ask and your drinks arrive and are placed on the counter.
One is a repeat of the cocktail you had just finished and the other was a short glass of Corellian whiskey served neat. The Shiny’s face crumples up more in confusion at the different drink orders and you roll your eyes then.
“Look over there.” You nod your head into the direction you had been originally staring at.
The Shiny turns to look at a booth in the corner of the bar, in the low lighting but you watch as his eyes widen slightly. His face pales as he takes in the armour the colour of a sun, his bucket resting on the table so you can see the dark eyes staring at you and the Shiny; brows furrowed, long scar on his temple creasing slightly with his dark but still composed expression. He drums his fingers on the table as he watches. You smile at him before turning back to the Shiny, face full of annoyance yet again.
“Even though my boyfriend is the Marshal Commander of the 212th and I know you’re terrified of what he’s going to do.” You start off with, paying the droid and picking up the drinks. “But do know that I am quite easily capable of taking care of myself. He’s made sure I know how to do that.”
The Shiny stutters, trying to find his words to try and explain himself, apologise to you, apologise to the Commander focusing in on this interaction, to the droid behind the bar. You smile sweetly at him, forcing the expression.
“But remember this, if someone says no, respect it.”
You state simply before turning and walking away from the bar and back to the booth, the music drowning out the stuttering Shiny’s words. Commander Cody’s eyes follow you the whole way and as you get closer you notice the dark look in them, the brewing storm that's there even though he keeps his expression neutral. But you know he wasn't impressed with that Shiny’s brazen manner as his fingers continue to drum against the table in a slow methodical fashion.
You slide into the booth and his arm immediately comes around your waist, pulling you close to him. You let out a low startled squeak at how you're pulled around the curved leather of the booth so you're snug against his side.
“You took longer than I thought to get those drinks.” His voice is low as he murmurs into your ear.
You sigh, a smile playing on your lips and you cuddle closer into his side.
“Sorry, there was a poor little Shiny that seemed to have lost his way.” Your murmur, crossing your leg over the other as you get comfy in the booth with him. Your dress rides up your thighs slightly.
He hums softly at that answer, turning forward again and picking up his glass of Corellian whiskey with his left hand and his right moves to rest on your thigh.
“That’s a pity. Did my girl help him?” He muses softly, sipping his whiskey, this thumb rubbing slow and soft against your exposed flesh.
“I told him to get lost pretty much.” You smile to yourself, thighs clenching slightly with how he grips you. “And to learn some manners.”
He chuckles softly. “That’s my girl.”
Your face flushes red at the praise but then your blush blooms as he moves his hand in between your thighs, forcing them to uncross.
“He was terrified when he spotted you.” You whisper to him, voice low and breathy. “The great Commander Cody.”
His grip on your thigh tightens as you watch him smirk, raising an eyebrow. You feel a rush of heat flow through your abdomen.
“He had every right to be scared.” He moves his hand to force your thighs to spread now and your breath falters. “I’ll look for his CT number and Commanding Officer tomorrow.”
“Why not tonight?” You ask but you already know the answer.
You saw the answer in his eyes as you were walking over. You saw the answer with how his fingers move between your thighs and now brush against your panties. Your breath hitches, trying to act normal but you can already feel yourself starting to get wet down there. There would be no time for paperwork and searching through security footage tonight.
“Take these off for me?” He asks so politely, voice so calm and collected as the pads of his fingers brush against the lacy material. “These are your nice new ones, no sense in ruining them tonight is there?”
“No.” You breathe out and the sudden pressure has a whimper escaping your lips. “No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Oh, thank the stars you were already sitting down. This was the Cody you were entertaining tonight it seems.
You’re nodding, wriggling in your seat as he moves his hand away. You move a hand under your dress to grab the waistband of the black lacy panties and slide them down your smooth bare legs and hook them off over your heels. Cody takes the small piece of fabric and immediately pockets them into a small compartment on his plastoid armour. You shoot him an incredulous look and he simply shrugs.
“For safekeeping.” He replies as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
You go to reply but quickly silence yourself to prevent noise from leaving you as you feel a finger trace between your folds.
“Wet already, hm?” He chuckles low and all you can do is sit there still as he runs his fingers over your wet cunt. “Did you miss me that much?”
“Always.” You whisper, trying to control your heavy breathing at this moment.
Stars, he was doing this right in the middle of the bar. But it wasn’t... Not really. No one would know what was happening unless they focused in on the booth you were both in. The lighting was low and the patrons were either too busy drinking or dancing.
“Don’t want that little Shiny to help you?” He coos, breath hitting your ear and you can't help but let out a tiny whine.
“No! Don’t want him.” You turn to look at him, he’s so close your noses are almost touching. “Want you, Sir.”
His eyes glance down to your lips for a split second before he’s kissing you. His presence is strong and powerful and he kisses you long and sweet and you melt into his embrace. As you lower your guard at this moment, is when his fingers press against your clit, rubbing it slowly.
You gasp out a moan, he silences it as kisses deep, his tongue swiping against yours.
“Now, now.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, moving to your jaw. “Can’t have you making those pretty sounds for everyone to hear.”
He kisses along your jaw and you breath heavily as you try to stay quiet. “We can't have everyone know how desperate you are for me.”
He gathers the wetness from between your folds and drags it up to your clit, his fingers rubbing in slow agonising circles. You can’t help but whine quietly, squirming from where you sit in the leather booth. Your eyes dart around the bar, on edge that you’re being watched. No one pays attention but it’s then you see the Shiny from earlier walking past and he casts a glance over, still looking embarrassed.
As he glances over at you, a finger sinks inside of your wet heat and you gasp, a moan escaping you. Cody continues to kiss along your jaw but you’re aware of how he tilts his head, he’s looking at the Shiny as well. The flustered clone’s eyes widen and he watches for one second, two, and then he's quickly turning and moving through the crowd in a clumsy manner to escape this encounter.
You feel Cody chuckle and you let out a shy giggle. That poor Shiny… Commander Cody wasn’t one to share or take lightly to someone trying to go after his girl. You bite your lip, eyes rolling back and closing as he sinks another finger into your wet cunt. You're becoming even more aware of the slick noises coming from under the table as two of his thick fingers pump in and out of you.
While you’re clenching around his fingers as he pushes them in and out, he sits back and picks up his glass of whiskey, sipping it with a hum of satisfaction. Your face is flushed as you glance at him with wide eyes, hips rocking to meet with his thrusts.
“You look so gorgeous like this, you know?” He comments easily, his eyes glancing back over to you and taking in your desperate movements, your flushed face and with how your dress has ridden up he can just see how his fingers disappear inside you. “My good girl…”
“Yes Sir.” You respond instantly, head feeling hazy and in that moment you don't care where you are, you just need him. You need Cody. You need- “I’m close.. ‘m so close…”
As you breathe these words out, a shudder leaves you as he curls his fingers just right, and oh, it feels so right. A glint in his eyes and an amused smile and you know you’re done for.
“Please… Please, let me cum.” You whisper, your hand now clinging onto his forearm covered in plastoid armour still.
He doesn’t say anything but he sips his whiskey and simply speeds up his movements. He sits there effortlessly, looking as if he is relaxing and enjoying his drink. No one else aware of how he is making you fall apart into a drenched mess as he fucks you deep with his fingers under the table.
You’re quietly gasping, trying to stay quiet, trying to stay good, not wanting to bring attention to your booth. Everything was too much, you thought as you felt your stomach tighten, the knot there too much. You were hot and dizzy and coiled up and everything felt too much, too tight as you clamp around his fingers.
You open your mouth to beg again when he shoves his fingers in deep for a final time, curling his digits in you just how you like and, stars above, his thumb pushes on your clit. Everything snaps and the whimper that leaves your parted lips is louder than you would've liked but he caught you off guard in that moment and he knew it.
He watches you, eyes dark and pupils blown wide as you fall apart and soak his fingers. You clench around them as your body ripples with the orgasm that is pulled from you suddenly. Your eyes close and you slump back against the booth as he gently rocks his fingers, helping you work through it. You feel his fingers leave your sex and you open your eyes to find them in front of your lips and you shyly take two of his fingers into your mouth, licking your juices off and cleaning him up.
“My good girl.” He murmurs, voice hoarse. “My good fucking girl…”
You let go of his fingers and your chest still moves heavy as you try and regain some composure, aware of the wet mess between your thighs. He downs the rest of his drink and cups your cheek and pulls you close to kiss you deeply.
You can taste the spicy, warm whiskey on his tongue. The slight tang of your cum. You taste him. You lose yourself in him at that moment.
“Cody…” You whisper softly, opening your eyes gently and see him.
“You did so good for me.” He presses another kiss to your lips and looks over you. “Are you doing okay? How are you feeling?”
You smile up at him, feeling loose and happy and gooey as you lean into his hand that still rests on your cheek. His thumb slowly strokes your cheekbone and you nod slowly before you can find your words.
“Good… That was so good. Didn’t expect it but it was so good.” You grin up at him, cheeks heating up slightly again as his lips quirk up.
“Yeah? Well…” His hand moves slightly down your cheek and his thumb drags across your bottom lip. “Does my good girl want more?”
You nod embarrassingly fast. You had already cum hard in this booth once but stars was he addictive. You couldn't get enough of him. There were so many out there with his likeness, like that Shiny from before but there was no one who brought you to life like he did. Your Cody.
He smiles at your adorable reactions and he lets go of your face to your dismay. He picks up the thin glass with your cocktail, still sitting untouched and he passes it to you.
“Now, you’re going to take a moment. You’re going to drink this cocktail and once you’re done…” He nods his head towards the fresher in the corner of the bar. “Come find me.”
“Yes Sir.” You can’t help but grin up at him as he rises out of his seat.
“That’s my girl.”
He flashes you a smile one final time before leaving his bucket on the table for you to bring with you before walking through the patrons at the bar. Most move instinctively out of the way for the Marshal Commander. The man adorned in the colour of the sun and carrying so much grace and power on his shoulders.
All you can do is stare at his departing figure before you remember the drink in your hand and you quickly take long sips. The certain cocktail you had was one that was meant to be savoured and ingested slowly. The speed at which you drank it was not preferred but…
A/N: Request for my lovely friend @mrs2224 ! Hope they enjoy! X
You break your gaze from across the room to look at the person standing in front of you. A clone stands there, armour white and fresh and new. A shiny. Complete with the standard regulation haircut and the arrogance of a clone fresh out of the tube and having just landed on Coruscant.
“I have one, thanks though.” You raise the thin glass holding your cocktail as you lean against the bar.
“Looking pretty empty though. Let me order you another.”
You press your lips into a fine line and you try not to roll your eyes as the Shiny rests his elbow on the bar, smirking down at you. You turn away to face the bartender and hold up two fingers. The droid nods and moves away to prepare making the order. You had only planned on waiting for one more drink but this annoying encounter was proving you were going to need a few drinks in your system tonight.
“I am capable of doing that myself.” You state simply, downing the remaining dregs of your cocktail and putting the glass down.
Once the glass hits the counter, the Shiny takes your hand, thumb rubbing the top of it as he holds it in his grasp and you bristle. You glance up at him, irritation obvious with how you grimace.
“C’mon, there’s no need to be like that. Haven’t you ever wanted to be with one of the troopers that are protecting the Republic?” He drawled out, fully laying it on thick and you can only glare at him, patient now having worn thin.
“You’ve barely just left Kamino, tubie.” You sigh and rip your hand away when his grip loosens, his eyebrows scrunched up in confusion with how you know that terminology.
“How do you-?” He begins to ask and your drinks arrive and are placed on the counter.
One is a repeat of the cocktail you had just finished and the other was a short glass of Corellian whiskey served neat. The Shiny’s face crumples up more in confusion at the different drink orders and you roll your eyes then.
“Look over there.” You nod your head into the direction you had been originally staring at.
The Shiny turns to look at a booth in the corner of the bar, in the low lighting but you watch as his eyes widen slightly. His face pales as he takes in the armour the colour of a sun, his bucket resting on the table so you can see the dark eyes staring at you and the Shiny; brows furrowed, long scar on his temple creasing slightly with his dark but still composed expression. He drums his fingers on the table as he watches. You smile at him before turning back to the Shiny, face full of annoyance yet again.
“Even though my boyfriend is the Marshal Commander of the 212th and I know you’re terrified of what he’s going to do.” You start off with, paying the droid and picking up the drinks. “But do know that I am quite easily capable of taking care of myself. He’s made sure I know how to do that.”
The Shiny stutters, trying to find his words to try and explain himself, apologise to you, apologise to the Commander focusing in on this interaction, to the droid behind the bar. You smile sweetly at him, forcing the expression.
“But remember this, if someone says no, respect it.”
You state simply before turning and walking away from the bar and back to the booth, the music drowning out the stuttering Shiny’s words. Commander Cody’s eyes follow you the whole way and as you get closer you notice the dark look in them, the brewing storm that's there even though he keeps his expression neutral. But you know he wasn't impressed with that Shiny’s brazen manner as his fingers continue to drum against the table in a slow methodical fashion.
You slide into the booth and his arm immediately comes around your waist, pulling you close to him. You let out a low startled squeak at how you're pulled around the curved leather of the booth so you're snug against his side.
“You took longer than I thought to get those drinks.” His voice is low as he murmurs into your ear.
You sigh, a smile playing on your lips and you cuddle closer into his side.
“Sorry, there was a poor little Shiny that seemed to have lost his way.” Your murmur, crossing your leg over the other as you get comfy in the booth with him. Your dress rides up your thighs slightly.
He hums softly at that answer, turning forward again and picking up his glass of Corellian whiskey with his left hand and his right moves to rest on your thigh.
“That’s a pity. Did my girl help him?” He muses softly, sipping his whiskey, this thumb rubbing slow and soft against your exposed flesh.
“I told him to get lost pretty much.” You smile to yourself, thighs clenching slightly with how he grips you. “And to learn some manners.”
He chuckles softly. “That’s my girl.”
Your face flushes red at the praise but then your blush blooms as he moves his hand in between your thighs, forcing them to uncross.
“He was terrified when he spotted you.” You whisper to him, voice low and breathy. “The great Commander Cody.”
His grip on your thigh tightens as you watch him smirk, raising an eyebrow. You feel a rush of heat flow through your abdomen.
“He had every right to be scared.” He moves his hand to force your thighs to spread now and your breath falters. “I’ll look for his CT number and Commanding Officer tomorrow.”
“Why not tonight?” You ask but you already know the answer.
You saw the answer in his eyes as you were walking over. You saw the answer with how his fingers move between your thighs and now brush against your panties. Your breath hitches, trying to act normal but you can already feel yourself starting to get wet down there. There would be no time for paperwork and searching through security footage tonight.
“Take these off for me?” He asks so politely, voice so calm and collected as the pads of his fingers brush against the lacy material. “These are your nice new ones, no sense in ruining them tonight is there?”
“No.” You breathe out and the sudden pressure has a whimper escaping your lips. “No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Oh, thank the stars you were already sitting down. This was the Cody you were entertaining tonight it seems.
You’re nodding, wriggling in your seat as he moves his hand away. You move a hand under your dress to grab the waistband of the black lacy panties and slide them down your smooth bare legs and hook them off over your heels. Cody takes the small piece of fabric and immediately pockets them into a small compartment on his plastoid armour. You shoot him an incredulous look and he simply shrugs.
“For safekeeping.” He replies as if it was the most obvious answer in the world.
You go to reply but quickly silence yourself to prevent noise from leaving you as you feel a finger trace between your folds.
“Wet already, hm?” He chuckles low and all you can do is sit there still as he runs his fingers over your wet cunt. “Did you miss me that much?”
“Always.” You whisper, trying to control your heavy breathing at this moment.
Stars, he was doing this right in the middle of the bar. But it wasn’t... Not really. No one would know what was happening unless they focused in on the booth you were both in. The lighting was low and the patrons were either too busy drinking or dancing.
“Don’t want that little Shiny to help you?” He coos, breath hitting your ear and you can't help but let out a tiny whine.
“No! Don’t want him.” You turn to look at him, he’s so close your noses are almost touching. “Want you, Sir.”
His eyes glance down to your lips for a split second before he’s kissing you. His presence is strong and powerful and he kisses you long and sweet and you melt into his embrace. As you lower your guard at this moment, is when his fingers press against your clit, rubbing it slowly.
You gasp out a moan, he silences it as kisses deep, his tongue swiping against yours.
“Now, now.” He kisses the corner of your mouth, moving to your jaw. “Can’t have you making those pretty sounds for everyone to hear.”
He kisses along your jaw and you breath heavily as you try to stay quiet. “We can't have everyone know how desperate you are for me.”
He gathers the wetness from between your folds and drags it up to your clit, his fingers rubbing in slow agonising circles. You can’t help but whine quietly, squirming from where you sit in the leather booth. Your eyes dart around the bar, on edge that you’re being watched. No one pays attention but it’s then you see the Shiny from earlier walking past and he casts a glance over, still looking embarrassed.
As he glances over at you, a finger sinks inside of your wet heat and you gasp, a moan escaping you. Cody continues to kiss along your jaw but you’re aware of how he tilts his head, he’s looking at the Shiny as well. The flustered clone’s eyes widen and he watches for one second, two, and then he's quickly turning and moving through the crowd in a clumsy manner to escape this encounter.
You feel Cody chuckle and you let out a shy giggle. That poor Shiny… Commander Cody wasn’t one to share or take lightly to someone trying to go after his girl. You bite your lip, eyes rolling back and closing as he sinks another finger into your wet cunt. You're becoming even more aware of the slick noises coming from under the table as two of his thick fingers pump in and out of you.
While you’re clenching around his fingers as he pushes them in and out, he sits back and picks up his glass of whiskey, sipping it with a hum of satisfaction. Your face is flushed as you glance at him with wide eyes, hips rocking to meet with his thrusts.
“You look so gorgeous like this, you know?” He comments easily, his eyes glancing back over to you and taking in your desperate movements, your flushed face and with how your dress has ridden up he can just see how his fingers disappear inside you. “My good girl…”
“Yes Sir.” You respond instantly, head feeling hazy and in that moment you don't care where you are, you just need him. You need Cody. You need- “I’m close.. ‘m so close…”
As you breathe these words out, a shudder leaves you as he curls his fingers just right, and oh, it feels so right. A glint in his eyes and an amused smile and you know you’re done for.
“Please… Please, let me cum.” You whisper, your hand now clinging onto his forearm covered in plastoid armour still.
He doesn’t say anything but he sips his whiskey and simply speeds up his movements. He sits there effortlessly, looking as if he is relaxing and enjoying his drink. No one else aware of how he is making you fall apart into a drenched mess as he fucks you deep with his fingers under the table.
You’re quietly gasping, trying to stay quiet, trying to stay good, not wanting to bring attention to your booth. Everything was too much, you thought as you felt your stomach tighten, the knot there too much. You were hot and dizzy and coiled up and everything felt too much, too tight as you clamp around his fingers.
You open your mouth to beg again when he shoves his fingers in deep for a final time, curling his digits in you just how you like and, stars above, his thumb pushes on your clit. Everything snaps and the whimper that leaves your parted lips is louder than you would've liked but he caught you off guard in that moment and he knew it.
He watches you, eyes dark and pupils blown wide as you fall apart and soak his fingers. You clench around them as your body ripples with the orgasm that is pulled from you suddenly. Your eyes close and you slump back against the booth as he gently rocks his fingers, helping you work through it. You feel his fingers leave your sex and you open your eyes to find them in front of your lips and you shyly take two of his fingers into your mouth, licking your juices off and cleaning him up.
“My good girl.” He murmurs, voice hoarse. “My good fucking girl…”
You let go of his fingers and your chest still moves heavy as you try and regain some composure, aware of the wet mess between your thighs. He downs the rest of his drink and cups your cheek and pulls you close to kiss you deeply.
You can taste the spicy, warm whiskey on his tongue. The slight tang of your cum. You taste him. You lose yourself in him at that moment.
“Cody…” You whisper softly, opening your eyes gently and see him.
“You did so good for me.” He presses another kiss to your lips and looks over you. “Are you doing okay? How are you feeling?”
You smile up at him, feeling loose and happy and gooey as you lean into his hand that still rests on your cheek. His thumb slowly strokes your cheekbone and you nod slowly before you can find your words.
“Good… That was so good. Didn’t expect it but it was so good.” You grin up at him, cheeks heating up slightly again as his lips quirk up.
“Yeah? Well…” His hand moves slightly down your cheek and his thumb drags across your bottom lip. “Does my good girl want more?”
You nod embarrassingly fast. You had already cum hard in this booth once but stars was he addictive. You couldn't get enough of him. There were so many out there with his likeness, like that Shiny from before but there was no one who brought you to life like he did. Your Cody.
He smiles at your adorable reactions and he lets go of your face to your dismay. He picks up the thin glass with your cocktail, still sitting untouched and he passes it to you.
“Now, you’re going to take a moment. You’re going to drink this cocktail and once you’re done…” He nods his head towards the fresher in the corner of the bar. “Come find me.”
“Yes Sir.” You can’t help but grin up at him as he rises out of his seat.
“That’s my girl.”
He flashes you a smile one final time before leaving his bucket on the table for you to bring with you before walking through the patrons at the bar. Most move instinctively out of the way for the Marshal Commander. The man adorned in the colour of the sun and carrying so much grace and power on his shoulders.
All you can do is stare at his departing figure before you remember the drink in your hand and you quickly take long sips. The certain cocktail you had was one that was meant to be savoured and ingested slowly. The speed at which you drank it was not preferred but…
Summary: Your favourite bearded commander pays you a visit.
Pairing: Commander Mayday x sex worker f!reader
Word Count: 1,522
Warnings: smut, eating out, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering, PinV sex, unprotected sex, reader is a sex worker, sex worker positivity, overstimulation (if you squint)
Divider by: @saradika
A/N: So I was trying @ atsnauweek on twitter’s ‘Build Your Own NSFW Prompt’ and ended up with the results of sex worker au, overstimulation, and “you’re doing so good for me” and then someone said Mayday so HERE WE ARE. I actually really like this piece I love Mayday so much what a beautify clone 🥹 anyways enjoy!! x
You let out the breath you had been holding. Your fingers clutch onto dark long strands of hair. Usually they’re pushed off his face but now they're a tangled mess, falling across his face. Stray hairs cling to his forehead with the thin sheen of sweat that has built up on his brow. His hair damp. His beard soaked. The thick coarse hair rubs against your inner thighs, building up into a sweet burn against your soft flesh.
His tongue laps against you, licking up your arousal before he pushes his tongue into you. You gasp out low and shuddery, chest rising and falling quickly. Your grip on his hair tightens as you roll your hips against his mouth.
“May…” You whisper, eyes closing, unable to focus.
His left hand tightens his grip on your hip, fingers digging in ever so slightly. His right hand slowly moves across your skin from your thigh towards your pussy. You open your eyes at the pressure of his touch and glance down, your bottom lip between your teeth, attempting to hold back your whimpers.
“Come now, Mesh’la, don’t hide those noises from me.” He coos softly, voice deep and rough as he pulls away from your cunt for a moment.
“I’m meant to be making you feel good. It’s why you pay me isn't it?” You whisper, eyes darting away for a moment.
The pressure of his fingers return and you look at him again.
“This does make me feel good.” He states simply, brown eyes staring into yours. “Nothing brings me greater joy, Mesh’la.”
“Well, it’s your credits.” You mutter.
He stares up at you then, eyes hardening. You feel yourself freeze under that stare. His usual warm gaze now makes a shiver run through you. He pulls you down by your hip, causing you to yelp at how he manhandles you. Now underneath him, you look up with wide eyes to see how he towers above.
He radiates power, the energy around him is that of a commander. This was the commander you didn’t get to see, the one on the frontlines.
“It may be my credits.” He says low and steady and you feel as if you can’t breathe. “But I would choose you in any life. In any situation.”
His hand moved again, his fingers brushing against your folds and you shiver. Your pussy clenching around nothing in obvious want as his fingers tease you.
“Do not diminish yourself like that.” He murmurs as he leans close and you can see the hairs of his beard near his mouth are still wet with your arousal.
You nod simply, lips glancing back down to him and you whine as you feel a digit push into you.
“Mayday…” You whisper softly, hands reaching up to wrap around his neck.
“I don’t want to hear you speaking like that again.” He leans close to you, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you at a cruel pace.
You nod your head quickly, hips moving to try and make him move faster. His hand leaves your hip and grips your chin, finger and thumb holding your face steady so he can look at you.
“I don’t get much time with you. If I could buy all of the time in the world I would. I’d sell my soul for a lifetime with you.” He declares in a quiet voice, lips inching closer.
You gaze up at him, completely at his mercy. God you want him. You need him. He was different then all of the others. He cared for you. He took the time to make you feel good. You wanted to believe he loved-
You gasp and close your eyes as the second finger is pushed into you and you whimper softly.
“I don’t want your short time to be you doubting yourself.” He’s so close now.
You nod again and your fingers are back in his hair and pulling him close so you can kiss him again. You feel how he smiles against your lips as he kisses you back slow and sweet. Pulling away slightly you feel his breath against your lips.
“You’re doing so good for me.” He opens his eyes to look at you. “Now will you let me make you feel good as it brings me the greatest joy?”
You can only nod, your voice having left you. You’re completely at his mercy and you kiss him once more before he pulls away with a chuckle.
“Ori’jate…” He whispers and you scramble back up to rest against the pillows as he moves between your spread legs and smirks at the mess you’ve been making since taking his fingers.
“Pretty girl…” He murmurs and brings his mouth to your cunt once again and you can’t help but moan loudly now.
“Mayday…” His name is a prayer on your lips.
Your hips rock against his mouth as he eats you out, fingers buried deep inside you and curling up. You whimper and fist the sheets as you arch your back. You were so close already. The way his thick long fingers found that spot inside of you, his lips sucking your clit, your back arching, toes curling. It was all building up so quickly.
No one ever made you feel good. He did. Mayday always did. You continue to say his name, he hums between your legs. His beard brushes against your skin and the sensation is so familiar and right.
“May, I’m close, I’m-”
“Cum for me, Mesh’la.” His voice gruff as he released you for a moment, fingers buried deep still.
His mouth returns to your and he presses his tongue against your clit as he curls his fingers just right. You cry out, legs shaking and he forces them to stay open so they don’t clench around his head as he stays buried there. He sucks and licks up your release, humming in satisfaction as the commander makes you fall apart.
When pleasure slowly morphs into overstimulation you whine softly and he moves back, beard shining with your arousal and you laugh breathlessly.
“Oh stars…” you laugh, hiding behind your hands and he presses a kiss to your inner thigh.
“No hiding from me now.” He croons softly, pulling you back down and you grin up at him.
“Never.” You murmur back and laugh as he goes to kiss you. “You’re washing your face before you kiss me with that mouth!”
Only with him could you make a request like that. Others would tell you to shut up. Others would see it as a joke. Would just carry on because they were paying you. But not Mayday.
He chuckles and gets up, still in his blacks and he disappears into the fresher. You lay there for a moment, catching your breath. Enjoying the feeling of your body feeling boneless and the afterglow of how he made you cum.
When he returns he’s stripped down, and you see how hard his cock is and you prop yourself up on your elbows with a grin.
“Does this mean I get to make you feel good now?” You turn over, raising your ass in the air as you arch your back, showing off your wet cunt to him.
You grin as he rolls his eyes with a huff but his hands grab and kneed your flesh before he’s on top of you, pressing kisses along your back.
“You’re impossible, Mesh’la.” He sighs with a fond shake of his head, pressing a kiss to your spine.
“I’ve learnt that word now.” You murmur, eyes closing in bliss at the soft touches.
“And I speak the truth everytime I call you it.” He whispers against your skin and you feel his hard cock pressing against you.
“Tell me something else.” You whisper, grabbing onto the sheets as you clench around nothing again, desperate for him. “Something that’s worth more than credits.”
He pauses for a moment, as if to think and then you hear the soft hum of contentment as he knows what to say. He presses gently kisses up to your neck, long and sweet. Then he finally, finally sinks into you and you whimper at the feeling of finally being full to the brim of him.
“Ni kar’tayli gar darasuum.” He whispers against your neck, right arm wrapping around your torso to pull you close, hand cupping your breast. His left hand on your hip, holding tight.
You want to ask what this means but your words are choked off with a moan as he shifts and begins to rock deep into you. You didn’t have all the time in the world. You didn’t know when he’d next have all the credits to come and see you. But you would enjoy this while you could.
So your eyes close in bliss as you moan and cry out as Mayday kisses your skin and drives his cock deeper into you, hoping he leaves marks so you can remember and pretend it’s him when you’re stuck with other clients.
To pretend and believe it’s him until he returns to see you again.
Summary: Hunter returns home after saying goodbye to Omega. *Set just after the Season 3 epilogue scene*
Pairing: Bad Batch Hunter x f!reader
Word Count: 1,539
Warnings: Bad Batch Season 3 spoilers, married Hunter, older hunter, fluff, comfort, cuddles, HUNTER DESERVES LOTS OF CUDDLES AND KISSES
Divider by @freesie-writes & @snotbuggle
A/N: I truly adore this show and just wanted to write a little piece for Hunter. He did so well and is such a good father figure for Omega. That epilogue meant everything to me. I wish we saw older Crosshair and Wrecker, but I'm also quite glad it was a final moment between those two. It was always meant to be them. I will love and cherish them forever.
I hope you all like this. It's a little rough and rushed, and it's just raw emotions being processed onto a page after the finale, but I still wanted to post! Enjoy! x
It’s almost sunrise when you wake up. You sleepily reach out, cold underneath the sheets, and you realise the familiar warmth of your husband is gone. Your eyes blink open with a frown as you pat the bed, almost to make sure he is actually gone. Sitting up in the bed, you blink blearily, taking in the room. It’s dark, but your eyes adjust quickly, the faint lighting of a new day approaching helping you see the dimly lit room. You roll over the bed gently, and you see his boots are gone, and his overshirt that he had left hanging over the edge of the bed last night.
The entire house is quiet, which almost makes you confident that Batcher is gone as well. You let out a soft whistle, a quick two-tone note. Nothing like the loud army shrill your husband does to call the lurker hound. When there is no distant sound of barking, no heavy pads of paws on the ground, you sigh softly.
Gently getting out of bed, you move to pull on your trousers and the quickest shirt being one of his thick, long sleeved ones. As you slip it on, you breathe in the smell of him and let your shoulders sag. It wasn’t normal for him to be gone this early. His side of the bed had been cold when you had felt it. He had been gone for hours. At least Batcher would be with him. You hope, anyway.
Pulling on a quick small pair of boots, she moves towards the door but pauses by the window as she hears voices outside. As she peers out, she sees Wrecker and Crosshair standing talking. Crosshair is almost silent with his words, speech always raspy and quiet but sharp. Wrecker, thinking he was being quiet, was still quite loud. But the early morning rays indicated it wasn't long till the residents of Pabu would awaken.
Crosshair strokes his chin gently, fingers brushing over the soft wisps of grey turning white hair. His hair finally growing back in revealed it to now finally be more silver white than the original grey it used to be back in the days of the Republic. Wrecker still stands tall, and the body is still accumulating so much muscle, but he looks softer, rounder. Years of enjoying and actually living life and eating good food. His lips are drawn into a tight line from where you can see, his jaw covered in a soft wiry fuzz of scruff - the start of a beard that is accentuated with fine white hairs now amidst the dark ones.
The flurry of quick hand movements between the two have you frowning before you all hear a distant bark. You glance through the window to the right. Coming up over the hill, the rising sun casts light across the path as the old lurker hound ambles up the street. Batcher picks up speed slightly as she spots Crosshair and Wrecker, forever excited to see them. It’s then you see your husband, not too far behind Batcher. He walks slowly, his head down slightly, but he looks up as he spots his brothers.
He seems to stand up straighter then as he notices them, almost instinctively falling back into the roll of Seagerant after so long. Crosshair gets up slowly from where he had knelt down to stroke Batcher, leaving his prosthetic hand to rest on the back of her neck as he faces Hunter. Wrecker’s eyes are full of apprehension as if he knows what Hunter is to tell them, but he desperately doesn't want it to be the case.
When Hunter reaches them, you watch as he simply nods his head and says a few words. The three brothers stand in silence for a moment. Whatever news he had just shared, it brings a sombre moment, but then Wrecker’s smiling. He makes a comment, followed by a booming laugh. Crosshair's face twists up into an amused smirk, and he replies with his own comment. Your husband says something else, and they fall silent for a moment. It’s then Crosshair takes a step forward and rests his hand on Hunter’s shoulder, and they share a look. Before anything can be said, Wrecker envelopes them into his arms, a signature crushing hug from the big man that has them all smiling and reminiscing.
Wrecker puts them down, and they all share a final smile. It’s then the old girl barks, and Crosshair rolls his eyes fondly, the hound sticks to his side, ready for her breakfast. They all seemed to nod and head off in their own separate ways. A new day is beginning after all. As Hunter turns towards your home, you move and gently open the door and lean in the doorway and smile at him.
He glances at you and pauses for a moment, a fond smile on his face before he continues to walk forward to you. Like second instinct, you hold your arms open and let him hold you close and tight against him.
“Hi.” You whisper to him.
“Hey.” He responds softly. His voice reserved slightly, like when he’s lost in thought.
“Hey, come back to me.” You whisper softly, leaning back to cup his tattooed side of his face, fingers brushing over his dark beard.
His eyes tell you everything. They’re tired from being up so early. They’re full of love and adoration for you. They reflect peace. They show sadness. You smile sadly then, as you realise. This is the look of a father who has just had to let go and say goodbye. No matter how much he doesn’t wish for it to be the case.
“Omega?” You ask softly, stepping back, so you both gravitate back into your home.
He nods then. A small smile plays on his lips, his eyes softening.
“She left first thing in the early hours of the morning. Thought she could sneak away.” He chuckles, a gruff noise in his throat.
“She spoke about the Rebellion so often. It was only a matter of time before she would want to go help.” You stroke his cheek as you watch his melancholic expression.
“I know…” He breaks away so he can sit and take his boots off, and you do the same. You both leave them by the door, and he rises to stand in front of you again.
You hold your hand to him, and he instantly takes it.
“You’re a wonderful father, Hunter. I know it. Your brothers know it, and Omega knows it.” You whisper to him, taking both of his hands.
His thumbs stroke along your knuckles in a soothing motion for himself and for you. His left thumb focuses on running across your ring. He raises his eyes to look into yours.
“You’ve raised her wonderfully. She is such a bright, beautiful young woman now, and the Rebellion is lucky to have her.” You say and then grin. “You practically prepared her for this.”
He huffs and rolls his eyes fondly at you, lips quirked up into a small smile.
“I was once told battle droids were easier to handle compared to raising a kid.” He muses. “They weren't wrong.”
“Hunter, love, she’ll be fine. She knows you’ll come if you need her.”
“I’d be there in a heartbeat.” He promises, and his voice is so strong and earnest. You could never not believe him. The sergeant shines through in that moment.
You lean forward and kiss him softly, and his hands move to hold you close. Your foreheads then meet in a keldabe kiss, and you smile at him.
“C’mon old man, let's go back to bed for a bit.” You tease him with a grin.
“Who are you calling old man? The days are just starting.” He rolls his eyes and tries to hide his smile.
“And you’ve hardly slept.” You argue back, nudging your forehead against his. “C’mon, a little nap won’t hurt anyone.”
You lead him to the bedroom and smile as you help him take his overshirt off and drape it back over the edge of the bed. Laying down, he holds you close in his arms and still keeps his eyes open and watching you.
“You’ve done so good, love.” You whisper and lean forward, pressing gentle kisses across his face. “It’s okay to miss her. It’s normal. We all will miss her. But she’ll be okay. She’ll come back one day. Now you can rest.”
HIs eyes close as he embraces your touch. His breathing relaxes.
“Rest love, I’ve got you.” You whisper as you watch him drift off. “We’ve got you. You can rest now.”
You press a final kiss to his brow, right below his bandana, before you lay your head on the pillow next to him. The sun has risen now. You can hear the residents of Pabu begin their day. Birds in the distance. You swear even without enhanced senses like Hunter, you can hear the ocean. You look at him one final time before your eyes drift close. It’s a new day. They're here and alive. How exciting it is to live. To live and to love. To do whatever they want.
A/N: So this is my first time writing smut and I had a lot of fun with this. Hunter is so baby girl and he deserves all the loving. This is also cross posted on my ao3 cyarikas_moon. I hope you enjoy!! Feedback is appreciated!
“Hunter. Pay attention.”
He grunts softly, squirming where he kneels.
“Trust me, I’m doing my best.” He mutters, slightly breathless.
You raise an eyebrow. You shift gently to look down at him and he falters slightly, going still. He may not be able to see but with those senses of his but he was picking up on everything you were doing. The slightest movement, the smallest sound, the faint smell of…
“Sorry.” He states quickly.
“Sorry…?” You repeat his word with a slight tune to it. Teasing, mocking.
“Sorry, Cyare.”
“Good boy.”
You don't miss how he stills once again, holding his breath for a split moment.
You chuckle gently. He never let himself go easily. Why would he? Hunter was a leader, a protector, a Sergeant. He had his squad to take care of. To keep safe. They were never safe from the Empire. Always on the run, also looking over his shoulder. Hackles raised, ready for a fight. For danger.
He was wound up so tight. Stiff and uncomfortable. He just needed to relax. To unwind and breathe and slip away. To let everything disappear and to feel safe. And that is just what you were doing for him.
You walk around him gently. He was stripped from his waist upwards. His padded vest shirt was gone. The brown overshirt was discarded. You had peeled the top half of his blacks off of him slowly, allowing his body to get used to the exposure to the air. It wasn’t cold on Ord Mantell but Hunter couldn't stop the chill that ran through his body. His scarf served another purpose now. His hands behind his back, the red material wrapped around his wrists. Tight enough to rub against his skin if he squirmed anymore. He was a highly-trained soldier. A dangerous man. He could get out of the scarf in a fraction of a second if needed.
But he wouldn't. Because he was a good boy. He would wait.
His bandana had been moved down and now covers his eyes. One of his senses was taken away from him. In this moment, it was a blessing. A sweet surrender. Already, it was easier for him to begin to relax and focus. His remaining senses focused solely on you. Only you.
You are gentle and light on your feet as you walk around him from where he knelt on the middle of the floor. He shifts in his position every now and then, the pads on his trousers saving his knees for the moment. You walk across the small space of your apartment and stop in front of your bed. Before you sit on the edge, you slip out of your trousers. Dark, thick material that makes a small thump as they drop down your legs and he cocks his head to the side, listening to the sound.
You perch on your bed, sitting there now in just your underwear and chest bindings as you slip off your overshirt and throw it across the room. His head tilts again, following the sound. Always watching, always waiting. Wound up. Ready to spring at any moment. A soft chuckles leaves your lips and you part your legs gently, your hand moving down and your fingers gently stroking over the material of your underwear; the material thin and lacy giving you a better chance to touch yourself.
You sigh gently, and his head turns to listen to you. He is quiet as he waits. Good and patient. You smile as you watch him at that moment. You had both been meeting up for a good few months at this point. During this time, you had many long nights together. Exploring each other and learning new things. Always new things to learn. Learning Hunter wasn't a challenge. It was a delight. A delicacy. It was… delicious
“You’re such a sweet thing really…” You murmu as you sit there, touching yourself as you watch him.
Even though he can’t see you, he ducks his head slightly, cheeks heating up. You smirked.
“You are Hunter. No use hiding from it.” You state. “Love seeing you like this. It’s thrilling truly, this power I get to hold over you.”
You sighs gently as your fingers rub over your clothed pussy, pads of your fingers running over your clit, your breath hitching gently. His head snaps up fast. He takes a deep long breath through his nose, his exhale a groan. Stars, he could smell you.
“It’s an honour as well.” You grin as you see how this affects him. “So proud that I get to see this side of you. To bring it out of you.”
“Only you, Cyare.” He breathes out, voice earnest and desperate.
“That's right, Pretty Boy. Only me.”
Fingers glide over the thin material now in circular motions with ease as wetness makes them damp. His breathing picks up, slightly ragged. He squirms, shifting his weight on his knees. Wound up, ready to strike. But he wouldn't. He hadn't been given permission. Yet.
“Proud of you for learning to let go as well.” You whisper now, moving your fingers faster. “Good boys like you deserve to have breaks and rest. To have good things. To be treated right.”
A soft groan leaves him, restraint wearing thin. His head tilts up slightly. He breathes in.
“Do you deserve good things, Hunter?”
You look at him now. As he's looking up, he's leaning back onto his heels, and you can see him. Sees the outline of his cock straining in his trousers. Your fingers move faster.
“I asked you a question, Sweet Thing.” Your voice now serious, your own needs spilling through now.
Fingers weren't enough. And stars did he have a way with using his mouth. That tongue. Now, if only he would behave so you could both get what you want.
“Yes…” His voice is rough and deep as he stays where he is; struggling to keep himself together.
You slip your fingers under the waistband now and slide one in and lletout a soft sigh,. Hisgroan could be heard immediately afterwards.
“That’s right. You deserve good things. Can you tell me what you want? Use your words, I know you can.”
You breathe out as you curl your finger inside of yourself. You 6 yourself growing even more slick with arousal.
“Want you, Cyare. Need you.” He’s straining to move towards you but holds fast. If he 7 will all be over, and he’ll be left hard and suffering.
“Need me, hm? I feel the same way, Pretty Boy. Fuck, I’ve missed your mouth on me… Been dreaming of it.” A second finger. “Use those memories to get myself off late at night when you’re gone on long missions when you should be here with me.”
You speak quickly, impatient with your own game now as your heart rate picks up. You knows he can hear it. He knows, and he can smell you.
“Cyare…” His voice sounds wrecked already and hasn’t even been able to taste you yet.
“You can have me, Hunter. You’ve been so good waiting for me.” You whispers as you watch him, how he holds still but the slight tremor to him showing how desperate he is. “You just have to say those magic words.”
An amused smile is on your lips at the small huff that leaves him. Just one final thing. One final thing, and he can let go and relax. You watch as he shifts slightly, his lips turned down into that trademark grumpy scowl of his when he’s thinking too hard.
“Wasting time here, Sweet Thing.” You coo teasingly, a small sadistic smile playing on your lips. “I can just take care of myself, if not. I've been doing it all this time so-”
“Please.”
Hunter growls out, voice desperate and wrecked and on the verge of losing it. Giving in, giving up the power. His breathing ragged, the only thing ripping through the silence in the room. With him desperate and you victorious.
You pull your fingers back out of your underwear and keep your legs spread as you watch him for a moment. Then you smile.
“Come here.”
You say it so calmly, so simply and it's like everything that was keeping him knelt in the middle of the room snapped. Anyone else would have struggled to reach you. Blind-folded, hands bound, on their knees. Not Hunter. Not your good boy. You watch with a rush of excitement that swoops through your abdomen, more arousal, making you slick at how he moves.
Hunter is pushing himself up quickly with his feet, using his knees to help so he can take the quick two strides across the room so he can fall to his knees again between your legs. You watch as his nostrils flare slightly, the sweet smell of you right in front of him now, captivating him. It was like a drug. He wanted more. He needed more.
You smile and gently move your two wet fingers to his lips.
“Open.”
Hunter does with a groan, your index and middle finger in his mouth and he immediately uses his tongue to clean them, tasting your arousal like it was nectar from one of the many gods from all the different religions and planets he had heard of before. But he didn’t care about any of them. Nothing could beat this. Nothing in the whole galaxy. You smile at how he moves and cleans you up, whispering sweet words to him before you pull your fingers away.
A noise that was a mixture of a groan and a whine leaves him as his head moves forward slightly, following your retreating fingers, fixated on the taste of you before he stops. He knows his place. He kneels there between your legs and waits for your next instruction.
“Get these panties off of me.” You whispers and watches how he moves his head until his lips come in contact with your thighs.
His lips press open-mouthed kisses to your skin, his nose nudging against you as he moves his way up and it bumps against the thin lacy material, how it sinks tight into your flesh and rolls overlap slightly. His mouth opens, and his teeth gently sink into her ample thigh, the plush size of them something he loves to hold if his hands are free. If he could, his large hands would be digging his fingers into your dimpled thighs and pushing them up so he could feast easily.
But you were in charge tonight. So, for now, he will focus on what you are allowing him to have and enjoy for the moment. The pad of his tongue licks across that part of your thigh over the gentle ridges of the lightning marks on your skin. Tongue tracing the silver lines of your stretch marks. He bites down again, harder now, and your breath hitches. A sharp sudden tug on his hair has him letting go of yout skin and groaning, his cock twitching in his pants painfully now.
“Careful with those teeth.” You warn, but you love it. He knows it. “Now, listen to what I tell you to do and get these panties off of me!”
“Yes, ma’am.” He whispers, voice deeper and huskier than usual.
You huff and roll your eyes, but you are amused and love how that word sounds from his mouth when it's for you. Always for you.
He lowers his lips against and drags his lips across her thigh to your hip, finding the band of the panties and delicately biting down on the material and dragging it down over your love handles, and working the panties down your thighs, groaning as you push your thighs together to tease him, the thick expanse of your legs pressed together tight. He continues to work and get them off of you, and you laugh and part your legs again so he can drag them over your knees. There, you kick them off your legs gently.
He’s there waiting, almost trembling in anticipation. He can’t see, but you're right there. Your cunt is right there and he knows it's so wet, glistening with your arousal from playing with yourself and his kisses to your skin just now. He’s desperate for a taste for you. He was a drunken fool waiting for the smallest chance to experience her.
“Been so good, baby.” You whisper, your hands now stroking his hair, and he simply melts at your touch. He would do anything for you just to touch him like this always. He’d burn down the Empire for you . “Such a good boy. Go on, Sweet Thing.”
Finally, stars, finally.
Hunter surges forward, burying his face deep into your cunt, his tongue immediately flat against your slick folds and dragging up wards to taste and lick at you. The long, breathless moan you let out is fucking music to his ears, spurring him on. He eagerly laps at you, groaning at how you taste and gods. You're so wet. His lips move to your clit and he sucks and you scream, back arching and pushing your cunt against his face. He moves back to your folds and focuses on kissing and licking them. He knows you like the slow build-up, not too much at once. You don't get long evenings like this often. He wanted to savour everything he could. He would happily stay buried here, face in your pussy until he forgot the horrific world outside until all he knew was you, you, you.
Your fingers slide back through his long locks, and your nails scratch at his scalp, and he groans, burying his tongue inside of you, and you pull. His cock ached in his pants, straining against the material. Everything felt so good, so fucking good but it wasnt enough. He needed, he needed-
Your hands moved to the back of the bandana and how it was pulled down over his eyes. Your fingers toy with it, not pulling it off yet. But the option is there. He’s nodding against you, humming and making you sigh softly.
“Do you want to see, Sweet Thing?” You whispers, playing with the material. “I need you to answer me.”
He pulls away for a moment, mouth wet and glistening. “Please, Cyare.”
You smile and guide him back to your cunt and he continued to eat you out. The bandana is pulled slowly off of his head and strands of his hair fall across his face. He blinks and his eyes adjust to the soft light in the room. You look down at him, his eyes just visible over the velvet swell of your stomach. As he sucks on your clit his eyes look glazed over, so happy to be tasting you, consumed by your smell and taste.
His dark brown eyes were virtually black, blown out with lust, and already seeming so far gone just from this. His eyes finally focus and find your eyes as your grip on his hair tightens.
“There’s my Pretty Boy…” You whisper as you grind against his mouth. “Fuck you feel so good…”
He groans against your cunt, pushing his tongue inside you and you moan softly, eyes rolling back and closing. You throws your head back, feeling your orgasm building, panting hard as it all builds.
“C’mon Hunter, I’m close. Make me cum, Pretty boy. Make me cum.” You say quickly, moans becoming louder and more high pitched. “I know you can do it with just your mouth, you’re so good at it.”
He groans against your cunt, your words spurring him on. He nips and licks and sucks. The noises you make because of his actions and how he can make you feel this fucking good is like music to his ears. He sucks on your clit hard and you cry out, choking off with a moan. Your back arches, pushing your cunt further against his face. You pull hard on his hair and his eyes flutter shut. Your body trembles as your orgasm hits you, and he quickly laps up your release. He continues happily, lost in your cunt and your pleasure. His slow kisses and licks dwindling down as you ride through your orgasm, your fingers letting go of the harsh grip on his hair, gently tapping his cheek, and he instantly pulls away.
“Fuck…” You whisper and smile.
He watches softly, resting his tattooed cheek on the plump flesh of your stomach, panting himself, mouth wet, eyes focusing again. His hands are still bound behind his back. You look down and grin, stroking his hair. He leans into your touch, his nose nudging, almost nuzzling into the squishy skin of your stomach. He places a gentle kiss there that makes something deep within your core swoop, and he presses a kiss to your palm as your hand moves down from his hair to then stroke his cheek.
“Fuck, you’re so good Sweet Thing…” You whisper, chest rising and falling heavily.
“Anything for you…” He whispers, voice rough. “Love your cunt, Cyare…”
You laugh softly and grin at him, the thumb stroking his cheek, moving to his lips, running along the bottom one.
“Want more of it, Sweet Thing? You’ve been so good and patient for me… Making me feel so good with that mouth of yours. Do you deserve a reward?” You ask him.
He groans softly, mouth gently biting the soft flesh of your stomach in a gentle nip. You tap his cheek as a gentle chide but you smile.
“Answer me, Hunter.”
“I’ll take anything you give me.” The way he stares up at you, brown eyes baring deep into you, voice so sincere, you feels another sharp tug of want.
“Fuck, c’mere.”
You're sitting up now, leaning over him and down, lips connecting, and you kiss messy and quick. Your hands are reaching round his back to undo the scarf tied around his wrists. His tongue grazes across your bottom lip and soon you can taste yourself in his mouth. Hot breath and the slight clash of teeth, and finally, his hands are free. The moment the scarf falls, his hands move round to your thighs, holding onto the thick expanse of flesh. His hands are large by any means and he uses that to his advantage to possibly touch and grab and hold as much of your thighs as he can, nails digging in and he’s applying the perfect amount of pressure that he knows drives you crazy. Hearing you gasp into his mouth as his tongue swipes in fuels him on, and he’s kneading the doughy flesh of your thighs as he continues to kiss you like a starved man.
“Hunter, Sweet Thing.” You gasp against his lips your hands have found their way up to his hair again, tangled in the long dark tresses. “Can you still be good for me?”
“Yeah.” He grunts against you, forehead resting against your cheek for a moment as he seems to almost be catching his breath, collecting his thoughts in his fuzzy mind. Everything was just so good. The feel, the scent, the sight. Everything.
“Up.” You 6 he stands in front of you, your eyesight now in line with his crotch and your hands move to his belt, pulling it away and pulling his pants down.
Now in just his underwear, you sees the thick outline of his cock straining against the material, a dark patch forming. You run a gentle finger over the outline of it, and the sergeant trembles. The groan you pull from him is beautiful. You move your fingers away and quickly discards his underwear. His cock now free, hard and aching, dark and leaking pre cum.
You bites your lip as you stare, smirking to yourself how he stands in front of you, knowing he can't make a move. Not even as you reach up and wrap nimble fingers around his length. You move your hand up and down slowly, pumping him once.
“So pretty….” You whisper, staring up at him.
He’s so tall compared to you. Towering over you, his chest rises and falls, with a toned body thick with muscle. He was a literal killing machine, a specialised clone, a sergeant. He’d seen battle after battle, and now, here he was. Stood trembling before the woman sat on the bed in front of him. All he wanted to do was touch you. You were sitting there, thighs spread slightly, leaning forward, your breasts hanging there, and he just wanted to cup them and grab them. Have you whining for him as he gropes and squeezes, his tongue running across them. He wanted to make you feel good. To pleasure you, be at your beck and call to do whatever you need. Ever. But no, he stands there frozen, stuck on the spot. Trembling with how your hand holds his cock now, not moving and he was desperate.
He juts his hips forward slightly, trying to find some movement, some friction. Your hand squeezes around his cock in warning and he groans softly. He clenches his teeth, grinding them slightly, and his dark eyes fall on yours as you stare up at him, eyes narrowed, but the lust was full blown in them.
“Be good, baby.” You whisper, but you are just so turned on, your thighs clenched together.
“I’m tryin’.” He grunts out again, trying to stand still.
His eyes fall shut as you pump him once more.
“You made me feel so good just now, Sweet Thing… You deserve your reward now.” You coo softly.
As he opens your eyes to see what you mean, he sees you just in time, your tongue darting out and licking up the head of his cock, collecting the pre-cum on the tip of your tongue and he can't help but moan. His cock twitches in your hand.
“Cyare… Please…” He grits out.
You grin up at him and squeezes his cock once more before you lets go.
“Sound so pretty begging for me…" Seems that you're finally listening.” You smirk softly, and he huffs to himself.
He then focuses as you shuffle back to lay on the bed, parting your legs and rubbing your clit gently and he bites his lip as he looks at the view of your glistening cunt.
“Come and fuck me, Pretty Boy.”
Permission. The green light. The thread snapped.
Hunter surges forward, on top of you in a second. Eyes wild and pupils blown, like a crazed man as he stares down at your body. His eyes travel over your breasts, your stomach and rolls, looking at his cock between your legs, rubbing against your entrance. You breath hitches and you move your hips to rub your cunt against his dick. Your wet folds coating his cock in your arousal.
She grinds your hips, staring up at him with a grin. Your hand reaches up and brushes down his chest, over the few curls of dark hair there, moving down his sternum. Dragging lightly over his stomach and down his happy trail, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock. You give it a squeeze. The pressure makes him groan above above, his dick twitching in your hand. The pearl of pre cum rubbing onto your clit as he waits.
You look up into his eyes, both heavy and full of lust. You remain staring up at him, keeping this contact as you hold his cock and guides him into you, allowing him to push into your cunt. He instantly fills you up, sinking in all the way. A deep sound crawls its way out of his throat, a heavy grunt that's almost primal. Animalistic. Below him, your lips have parted into a silent sound, almost as if couldn't say anything. A light, airy breath left your lips, almost in a shaky manner as you look up at him.
He’s there staying still, worshipping the feel of your tight, wet heat around him, your clenching your muscles around him, relishing in this feeling. They stay like that for a moment, living a lifetime in a second before you're moving your hand to hold his chin with your finger and your thumb, pulling him close and pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
“Fuck me like you mean it, Sweet Thing.” You whisper, lips grazing against his.
He pulls out almost all of the way before he’s slamming back into you, causing you to cry out, and he grins. Here was his reward. To turn you into a mess like you had done to him. His hips snap forward, picking up speed into a steady and fast rhythm. Neither of them were going to last long tonight, it seemed.
His hands are on you. One holding the overlapping plush skin of your hip, nails digging in and leaving crescent moon shape marks there. You want them to last for days. His other hand cups your breast, squeezing, fondling, groping. You lean down and drag his tongue up her sternum, between your breasts, and begin to pepper kisses across the skin. He keeps doing this until he reaches your hardening nipple. He takes it into his mouth, and it pebbles at the wet contact.
You're moaning and throwing your head back, eyes closed in bliss at the feeling of everything. The pet names have long gone at this moment. Just the constant chant of Hunter, Hunter, Hunter. With each moan of his name, he finds himself plunging harder and deeper into your cunt. The sergeant is drunk off the taste of your pussy, the feel of it wrapped around him. He releases your nipple and is panting ragged above you, his hot breath tickling your skin.
He glances at your for a moment, dark eyes begging, telling you what he needs as he now slows and makes deep, slow agonising thrusts, grinding deep into you. You open your eyes at the change of pace and catch his eyes. Those pretty eyes. God, he had been so good. Your hands move up into his thick dark hair, threading through and nails scratching his scalp as you hold onto his hair.
“Cum for me, baby.” You breathes out, clenching around him. “Cum in me, Sweet Thing.”
Hunter’s grinding deep now, deep low grunts leaving him as he spears his cock deep into you. His hips stutter as his rhythm breaks, becoming unsteady as his orgasm builds. His name is a prayer on your lips. Your name is a whisper breathed onto your skin like a confession, a secret. In that moment, as he is bowed over you, his lips pressing kisses to your collar bone now up to the juncture of your neck that meets your shoulder. All act and pretence is gone as your walls flutter around him and his cock pulses deep within you.
You're close as well. He can tell. How your heart rate has picked up, the small shake to your body that he can feel on his fingertips. The tremor in your voice, getting more high-pitched. You were so close and you could cum on just his cock alone but-
He is quick to move one hand between them to press his fingers to your clit and your cries flood his senses, burning into his mind forever. He growls low and deep as he cums, long thick ropes deep inside of you. He grunts into your skin as his teeth sink down into the flesh of your shoulder. You clench tight around him as your body ripples with the white heat of your orgasm at the feeling of how he fills you up and how those skilled fingers of his pull you apart with ease.
He collapses on top of you, teeth letting go of your skin to kiss and nuzzle his nose into your neck, breathing heavy. His cock still twitches inside of you and you whine softly at the feeling. Your nerves feel like they are all alight and on fire in the best possible way. Your hands have moved to wrap around him as best as they can, struggling to fully hold his toned torso. Your hands find their home with one in his hair, the other clinging to his back, almost in a possessive claim; desperate to keep him close.
The world is quiet. He relaxes. He focuses on the simple rhythmic sounds of both of your breathing. Quick, deep, shaky. He can feel the thrum of your heartbeat and how it calms him. With all of the chaos in this messed up broken galaxy, he finds himself stuck in and trying to save his family and keep them safe… You are a constant. Your heartbeat, your laugh, your touch, how you care for him. His hands move around and squeeze your plush body.
“You okay, Sweet Thing?” You whisper the name once more, checking his space, checking him.
He nods against you.
“Yeah Cyare.” He lifts his head up to look at you and matches your small smile with his own lazy grin. “Everything’s perfect.”
“Yeah? You were so good…” You whisper as you stroke the tattooed side of his face.
“Well, it’s almost perfect.” He comments.
Your face is cute as it turns into a confused frown. Your lips, bow-shaped, jut out into a pout that he can't help but kiss again.
“What-?” You begin to say, trying to talk in between the kisses he peppers you with and you feels his cock twitch inside you again before he pulls out.
You gasp softly at the sudden, empty feeling, feeling how he leaks out of you. He looks down at the mess between them and the sight of your pretty cunt and grins up at you.
“Have to clean this up. Now that’s my reward.” He commented, that smirk on his lips, and it grew at the sound of your laughter.
A light cackle of pure joy and disbelief. The laugh he only gets to hear when he's just so relaxed and just his in that moment.
“You’re unbelievable!” You scoff, but the amusement is evident from the happy gleam in your eyes.
“You love it.” He grunts out, the smell of your captivating him again.
“Yeah, I do.” You whispers, words light and airy as your eyes close in bliss as the sergeant buries his face between your thick thighs. And the silence of the night is replaced with gentle moans once more.
