Yours, Always ~ Rex x F! Jedi Reader
Summary: After a near-death experience on the battlefield, Rex is determined to make it clear who you belong to. Word Count: 2.6k Warnings: emotionally charged/rough p in v sex (18+ this is filthy), canon-typical violence, angsty A/N: i've been dying to write some rex smut lately so i hope you all enjoy ;) i also have a "morning after" scene that involves the 501st teasing tf out of you two if anyone is interested in me posting that! join my taglist / masterlist
The gunship was crowded and suffocatingly quiet.
Heat scoring still smoked on your robe. You didn’t even sit down, but instead just stood there near the bay doors, bracing yourself against the hull and trying not to look like your hands were shaking. They were, though. You could still feel the charge of the cannon blast that missed you by inches.
It wasn’t the heat from the battlefield that had your heart racing though. It was Rex.
He sat across from you, helmet on, fingers curled tight around the edge of the bench like he was holding himself back from doing something he would regret. Although you couldn’t see his eyes, you could tell his eyes haven’t broken away from you since you climbed aboard. Not when Kix muttered something about the Force keeping you alive. Not when Jesse clapped you on the shoulder for ‘saving the day’. Not even when the wind of exiting the atmosphere roared against the ship and forced the others to look away.
His stare felt like his hand pressed to your throat. He was furious, but not barking-orders furious or battlefield angry. This was much deeper and you felt it too.
Every time the gunship shuddered, you swore your eyes met his through his visor, setting off sparks like a live wire. Except they weren’t the fun sparks - they were the unspoken and unresolved ones. This was about the mission and about what you’d done. Everyone around you could feel it.
You caught Hardcase smirking at Dogma, who tried to hide the way he was studying Rex’s posture. Jesse, who was seated just next to you, leaned his arms across his knees, faced Fives and muttered under his breath, “Well, we’re either getting a wedding or a court martial after this.”
It was just loud enough for you to hear. Fives snorted. You didn’t take your eyes off Rex and neither did he.
The tension in the gunship was suffocating. So suffocating that the second it docked in the hangar and the doors hissed open, you didn’t wait. You turned and stepped out quickly like there was something urgently awaiting your attention elsewhere. There wasn’t anything through, just your Captain behind you, watching your every move.
Tradition was going to have to slide today. You were in no mood for a ‘post successful mission meal’ with the rest of the 501st. Instead, you just sauntered your way to your quarters - and the men let you. Well, almost all of them did. You didn’t need to look over your shoulder to know he was behind you. His presence chased you like a storm.
You could feel him trailing you through the corridor. Rex was silent and never more than a few paces back. He was good at following orders and better at giving them, but when it came to you, his discipline had its limits. Right now, you were sure he was one command away from breaking all of them.
Farther behind you, the rest of the squad was peeling off toward the mess, their chatter just loud enough to reach your ears. “Yeah, no way we’re seeing Rex in the mess tonight,” Fives cooed, rounding the corner that separated the mess hall from the Jedi quarters.
“Oh, he’s headed somewhere messier,” Jesse chuckled back, almost too casually. You didn’t turn around, nor did you need to. You knew the smug grin that was probably spreading across Jesse’s face and you definitely didn’t miss the low whistle that followed.
Once at your door, your palm hovered over the panel for a beat too long before you keyed it open. The door slid back with a hiss and you stepped inside - the soft thunk of his armor behind you.
Rex clicked the lock shut behind you. His eyes were dark and fixed on you like he was barely holding back the tide. That’s when you realized that this wasn’t going to be a conversation. It was going to be a reckoning.
You barely had time to breathe before he was on you.
Rex moved like he’d been holding back every last bit of patience he had in him and the lock clicking shut was the last thread snapping. He ripped off his helmet, gloves, and pauldron, tossing them to the floor with a hollow clang, before putting his hands on your shoulders. The motion was rough, unyielding, and hungry.
“You think I don’t see what you do out there?” he growled,“You think I don’t feel it every time you throw yourself into danger like your life doesn’t mean anything?”
You let out a startled gasp as your back hit the wall, his body crowding yours with heat and tension wound far too tight, “Rex-”
“No. Don’t,” he cut in, hands braced on either side of your head now, muscles flexing, “Don’t talk your way around this. You scared me.” His voice cracked at the edges, like the words were tearing out of him, “You ran straight into that cannon’s line of fire. Force help me, I thought I was gonna watch you die.”
You opened your mouth to speak or to explain or to soothe him, but one look in his eyes and you knew that he didn’t want comfort. He just wanted you.
“I couldn’t lose you,” he whispered, “Not you. Not when you’re-” He swallowed hard, knowing his next words are one he thought he’d never get to say to anyone, “You’re everything to me.”
Your heart stuttered. Your hands moved instinctively, gripping his sides, fingers brushing the edge of his blacks where his armor gave way to skin, “But I’m here,” you reassured him, “I made it back.”
“That’s not enough,” he rasped, his voice louder now, “It’s not enough just to survive when, kriffing maker, I need you.”
He didn’t give you time to answer. His mouth desperately and possessively crushed against yours, his hands tangling in your robe like he had to feel you just to prove you were real. The kiss was all teeth and heat. Almost like he was punishing you for scaring him, and punishing himself for letting you.
Your hands slid into his hair, anchoring him to you, triggering a low groan in his throat. His hips pressed into yours and although his armor was cold, you could feel his body burning beneath it. Just as you went to part from his lips for air, he was already one step ahead. Within moments, his mouth was everywhere.
Teeth scraped along your jaw and down your throat before settling on your collarbone like he needed to mark you and brand you as his. You gasped, tilting your back against the wall as Rex pressed closer, one hand gripping your hip hard enough to bruise while the other wrestled your robe off your shoulders.
“Mine,” he grumbled against your skin, “You’re mine. You don’t get to risk yourself like that. Not when I’ve been losing my mind just thinking about what it would do to me if I-” his voice broke again. You felt the sharp tremble in his breath as his fingers dragged down your waist, “I thought I lost you today.”
His breath was heavy against your clavicle. Slowly, you shifted your head, allowing yourself to place soft kisses across his cheek and up to his ear, where you stopped, “Rex, I’m right here.”
That did it. Something in him snapped.
He picked his head up fast - scooping you up in one motion and tossing you onto your perfectly made bed. Your quarters were instantly filled with the sound of the remainder of his armor being snapped off and discarded haphazardly across the floor at an impressive rate.
“You should see your face right now,” you teased, trying to bite back a smirk, “I’ve never seen armor come off that quick.”
Rex chucked the last of his armor across the room, leaving him in only his blacks, before mounting himself across your thighs, placing his hands at the hem of your waistband. He paused, slowly curling his body down to press his lips into the side of your head. “Keep talking,” he snarled against your ear, shoving your pants down roughly, “See how long that attitude lasts.”
You whimpered. He was already hard and grinding against you through the blacks with zero patience, like he’d rip through the fabric of his blacks if it meant getting to you faster. Your hand dropped to return the favor, tugging at his waistband.
He hissed between his teeth when your fingers brushed against him, “Fuck, you drive me insane.”
“Good,” you huffed, nipping at his neck, “Then we’re even.”
That broke the last of his control. He hooked one of your legs up around his waist, shoved his blacks down just far enough, and pressed into you all at once. The thrust was deep, fast and accompanied a desperate growl that vibrated straight through your spine.
You cried out, back arching into his clothed chest as he filled you with his entire length. There was no buildup, no teasing - just raw, ragged need, “Stars, Rex.”
“Too much?” he grinned, pausing while fully inserted into you.
“Not even close.”
Rex then set a brutal pace, his thrusts snapping into you like he had something to prove. Perhaps he did. Maybe it wasn’t just about the fear or the fury or the way you’d looked back at him through the smoke like you didn’t realize what it would do to him if you died.
Maybe it was about ownership. Maybe it was about making sure you never forgot who you belonged to. Maybe it was about making sure you knew that you were more important to him than being a soldier.
You clung to his shoulders, nails digging into the scarred skin beneath his blacks. He buried his face in your neck, panting against your skin as his rhythm got even rougher, your name breaking off his lips like prayer and curse all at once.
“You’re mine,” he reminded you again, teeth scraping your shoulder.
“Yes,” you gasped, dizzy from the intensity, speed and stretch of him slamming into you, “I’m yours. I’ve always been yours.”
Hearing those words from your lips sent a slight shutter down his spine. Almost as if your words gave him some sort of surge, he plunged himself even deeper into you, forcing an involuntary whine out of you as he hit new depths.
“Don't sto-” you attempted to rasp out as Rex continued to ruthlessly drive deeper into you, muffling your words with your own moans.
“Why. Would. I. Stop,” he gritted between thrusts, “After. Finding. Your. Sweet. Spot?” The smug, hungry heat in his voice lit every nerve inside you on fire. He was relentless now, driving his cock into you at the same devastating angle over and over again, hitting so deep and so precise it knocked the breath from your lungs. You couldn’t even find the words anymore, just breathless gasps and broken whimpers as your body clenched around him, trying to hold on and falling apart all at once.
“Yeah,” Rex muttered darkly against your forehead, “Right there, huh? That the spot you lose your mind for me?”
You could only nod and shut your eyes, dizzy from the pressure building low and fast in your core, twitching your hips with every deep drag of him inside you.
“Look at me,” he growled, pulling back just enough to cup your jaw and tilt your face to his, the motion forcing your eyes open. Sweat began to bead at his temples,“You tell me when you’re close, cyar’ika.”
You nodded, a sob of pleasure caught in your throat as he slammed into you again, and again, and again, “Rex,” you cried, your thigh trembling against him, “Rex, please - I’m gonna-”
“That’s it,” he grunted, his thrusts ragged now, chasing both your highs like an animal hunting for prey, “Come with me.”
It hit you like a shockwave - your whole body arching against his, muscles locking around him as you shattered on his cock, crying out his name Rex followed with a low, guttural groan, burying himself as deep as he could, clutching you tight as his climax pulsed hot inside you.
For a long moment, the only sound filling the room was each of your muffled breaths as he held you like he could anchor himself in you forever. You slowly moved your hands from his back to his head while you watched his back rise and fall with each labored breath as he tried to steady himself. You began to scratch his head - which was still buried between your shoulder and the pillow - earning yourself a sigh of content from Rex.
Slowly, he shifted his head to face you, eyes half cracked and glassy, with his lips parted like he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words just yet. Still nestled between your thighs, you could feel all the tension drain from his body. Without warning, he slipped out of you, replacing the space he just filled with the dazed, disarmed warmth you only ever got from him.
You trailed your fingertips from his head down to his cheek, cupping it. He nuzzled into your palm instinctually.
“Hey,” you whispered, giving him a soft smile, “Still with me?”
Rex didn’t speak right away. He just nodded once, his nose brushing yours as his hand slipped up your side, dragging across sweat-damp skin like he was trying to memorize every inch of you.
“I’m here,” he mumbled eventually, “I just. I just needed to feel you.”
You kissed the corner of his mouth, then his jaw, then just under his ear, letting out a soft laugh “I’d say you did.” That seemed to finally loosen something in him. He shifted his weight carefully, allowing himself to take off the top half of his blacks before doing the same with your top and chest band.
“I probably should have taken those off for us earlier,” he chuckled under his breath before placing his mouth on your chin, planting kisses down your neck, collarbone, and chest. They were the kind of slow, open-mouthed kisses that said thank you; that said I’m sorry.
He slid down the bed, scanning your body for any bruises he might have just left behind. His hands roamed softly, over your stomach, hips and thighs. Anywhere that had been bruised or bitten or gripped too hard in the heat of the moment was met with the most delicate touch of his lips.
Eventually, he pulled the sheets up around you both and settled at your side. You threw one leg across his hips and placed one arm over his chest, resting your head perfectly in the crook of his shoulder.
“I’m sorry I was rough with you. You just scare the hell out of me you know,” he confessed against your shoulder. “Every time you jump in front of a blaster or run headfirst into danger, I feel like I can't breathe until you come back.”
You angled your neck up to face him, “I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I’ll be more careful. I promise.”
His eyes flicked down to meet yours. You could swear they were wet with a little red around the edges, “I don’t need careful. I just need you.” He pressed his head forward to kiss you slow and deep. So slow and so deep it stole what little breath you had left. His thumb brushed over your cheekbone like he was afraid you might disappear again. You kissed him back with everything you had. Not because it was expected, but because loving him felt like coming home.
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