If you all couldn’t tell, I'm just completely head-over-heels for Hardcase! With the way I’m leaping into his arms here, you’d think we’d been apart for ages (but really it’s only been a couple hours 😂) He truly means the world to me, and I can't even put into words how much I love and adore him!!
But he’ll be going on a two-week long supply run soon, and it’s already giving me major separation anxiety! It’s gonna feel like an absolute eternity. I'm super relieved that Kix will be accompanying him this time, because at least I know he'll be looked after and have a buddy. But seriously, what am I gonna do without him around for that long?? Sure, he’s been off-world before (and he’s always super careful, never going near the core-worlds) but this is gonna be the longest stretch we've been apart since we started dating, and I'm already counting down the moments until he's back! 🥲
Summary: In between shifts as a comms officers aboard a Venator. Your already mutual relationship with Hardcase blooms into something much more.
CW: Some dub con if you squint, rough consensual face fucking, transfem confession
It was odd being one of the only civvies on board the Venator, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You were assigned to the comms team, your expertise being separatist chatter.
Being part of the comms team meant you always had to keep your ears open. Always had to be listening to keep your troopers safe. But right now, all you could hear is Hardcase calling your name.
You looked over to your assigned partner, and asked him to cover your territory for a moment, to which they nodded affirmative. Removing your headset, and shaking out your hair you turned around to see Hardcase stopping in their steps. He watched as your hair whirled behind you as you turned around, your hair pin falling to the ground without you noticing.
“Miss me already Hardcase? You saw me yesterday.” You asked him, knowing full well you wanted to see him too.
“Ah, well, I came to see if you could spare a moment for a project I’m working for our dear ol’ captain.” He replied almost hesitantly.
You laughed out loud. Louder than anyone had expected, including yourself. “This isn’t like the time you put a small explosive inside of a cake and made it explode because, and I quote, it would be funny to see cake all over the generals face.”
Hardcase laughed a full bellied laugh.”That was totally worth it! And it got all over Kixs’ hair, you know how he feels about his hair!”
“Ok that was pretty funny, if not dangerous. You’ve convinced me though. What do you have cooking up this time?” You asked, smiling ear to ear.
“Come meet me on your downtime. Don’t want to distract you more than I already do.” Hardcase said with a wink.
You smirked and returned to your post. Thanking your partner for covering for you.
A few hours passed of uneventful listening, but during that time you couldn’t get Hardcase out of your head. Neither this pet project he’s been working on. You had to find out what it was, so you headed down to the barracks looking for him.
As a member of the comms team, you weren’t unaccustomed to military life. But as you entered the barracks, you were struck on how rhythmic and structured it was. The organized chaos of being in the 501st wasn’t lost in here.
Your eager eyes scanned the tide of troopers, seeking Harcase’s familiar face. But he was nowhere to be seen. As your eyes kept scanning, your spotted a familiar face, though it was not Harcase’s face.
You matched his pace as you strode up next to him. “Captain, have you seen Hardcase down here? I was supposed to meet him but I haven’t seen him anywhere.”
Captain Rex didn’t miss a beat and responded without break his stride. “Last I heard he was causing trouble in the mess hall.”
“Thanks Captain!” You said and broke off from his side, heading toward the mess hall. Amidst the chaos of the mess hall, your eyes catch a glimpse of him. His familiar face in the crowd of troopers. He was standing on a table, holding a sheet of paper, and announcing to the crowd. You joined the troopers surrounding the table, enraptured in what he was saying.
“-And then winner of todays cot jousting competition is none other than the legend himself, Fives!” Shouted Hardcase to the entire mess hall. Shouts from the other troopers could be heard across the hall and cheers rang out as Fives joined Hardcase on the table.
“Thank you, thank you.” Started Fives before continuing. “It was a tough go today, but we got the belt. I’ll be wearing this to bed tonight, thank you.” He finished.
A belt made of a mix of ration and caf packets was handed to Fives, who hoisted it over his head, smiling, like he just won a big race. Shouts and whistles rang out around you as he dismounted the table, and wrapped the “belt” around his waist.
You watched as the crowd died down, and saw how Fives was treated as a grand champion of some sort throughout the mess hall. You were so caught up in it all that you didn’t even notice Hardcase standing beside you until he placed an arm around your shoulders. You jumped at the sudden touch and quickly looked to see Hardcase watching the situation you were seconds ago.
“Love to see it.” He said, not removing his arm. Confused, you looked back at Fives shaking hands with another trooper who was admiring the trophy belt.
You looked back at him, his face turning to meet yours. “What do you mean, ‘love to see it’?”
“Well…” He started. “It’s just that these boys go through so much.. I just love to see my brothers smiling, and enjoying the small things.” He finished, looking back into your eyes.
It was at this point that you realized how close you were together. The warmth of his body through his blacks set your core on fire. You cheeks flushed, and you reflexively pulled away from him. The warmth of his body immediately being replaced with the cold air of the Venator. You already longed for the warmth of his body on yours. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the briefest moment of disappointment cross his handsome features.
Flustered you remembered why you came down here in the first place. “S-so, why did you want me to come find you?”
Hardcase’s face lit up again, as he remembered why he asked you down here. “Oh yeah!” He started. “Follow me, I’ve got something to show you.” He said, grabbing your hand and leading the way.
You followed as he led you out of the mess hall and down a hallway that you noticed was becoming less and less crowded. He pulled you into a cramped room that seemed nothing more than a empty supply closet. You looked around the small room, even though there was really nothing there to see except for Hardcase. As you looked at him, you barely noticed at first, but his tanned face was starting to become flushed. The heat from his body started to permeate your core once again, causing your face to flush again.
“I…” He started before trailing off, running his hand on the back of his neck. He inhaled and exhaled deeply before looking back up at you and placing his hand on the wall behind you. “I really like you. More than like you.” He blurted. “I…” He started, before using the hand that was behind you to grab the back of your neck and pull you into a kiss.
You pulled back, unsure of the feelings you were getting from him, and yourself.
“Sorry Hardcase, I.. I just don’t know.” You said, looking back up at him. He was in the same spot he leaned into you, except for his face unable to hide the disappointment he felt. He pulled back, swallowing.
“Right.” He said straightening up, moving to open the door.
“Hardcase wait.” You said, grabbing his arm. He stopped his motion immediately. “You asked me down here to work on a project for Captain Rex. What did pulling me into a closet and kissing me have to do with that?”
He stood there for a moment, before sighing and turning to you. “There wasn’t a surprise for Rex. I lied. I just wanted to get close to you and tell you and show you how much you mean to me.” He moved in hesitantly, stopping briefly to see if you would pull away before kissing your cheek softly. Turning towards the door, he said one word before he opened it and left. “Sorry.”
You were left there. In the small room. Cold air once again replacing the warmth the he had left behind. Confused, frustrated, and cold, you left to go to your room. The elevator ride up to your level felt long. There were other troopers there talking about how great the cot jousting was. And how Kix had to get called a few times.
The elevator door opened with a whoosh, and you walked into the hall. Other officers, some civvies, most troopers walking about going to and from their own respective rooms. You opened your door, walking in to the dimly lit room. You moved for the shower, as all you wanted to do was wash up and call it a day.
After showering and brushing your teeth, you slipped into your pajamas and climbed into bed. You were tired, but couldn’t fall asleep. All that was on your mind was Hardcase. The smell and warmth of his body. Not to mention the kiss, were playing with your mind. You respected Hardcase. He cared for his brothers in a way that you never knew. Sure he caused some trouble every now and again. But when it came down to it, he was loyal, brave, and caring. The man you knew and respected just crossed the line from being friend and comrade, to something more. Something you realized you needed. You were going to tell him you liked him, too. With that realization, you slowly and contently fell into a deep slumber.
You awoke to your alarm going off notifying you it was time for your shift. After dressing, you moved your way about the ship. Keeping an eye out for Hardcase. You needed to find him, and apologize for not realizing how much you liked him as well. Unfortunately, you weren’t able to find him by the time you found your station. Disappointed, you slipped on your headset and started your shift.
The day progressed, nothing eventful happened. No separatist ships identified. No space noise that could make your day interesting in any way. Nothing. Nothing except for Hardcase being on your mind all day. You yearned for his warmth and smell. Yearned for the taste of his lips on yours. You were lost daydreaming and didn’t realize Captain Rex standing behind you calling your name.
“Ahem” he said, clearing his through loud enough for the entire room to notice and turn their heads. Startled, you quickly turned around and pulled off your headset.
“Status report, Lieutenant.” He said bluntly.
“Nothing sir.” You stammered. “All is clear and nothing to report.”
“Very well, lieutenant. Carry on.” He said, turning and leaving your station. Embarrassed and confused, you sat back down. You wondered what that was all about. The Captain never used your rank before, always called you by name and was always polite. This time, he seemed cross at you and you weren’t sure why.
Soon, you were tapped on your shoulder. Looking up you saw your shift replacement. Another civvy officer. You handed him the headset, thanking him for taking over.
You left your station and headed back to your room. As you climbed in the elevator with other troopers, they hushed their conversation and left the elevator as you entered.
Annoyed, you pressed the button to go to your level and were off. A silent trip, except for the storm that was raging in your head. What the fuck was going on? Why was everyone so cross? It must have been from giving Hardcase the cold shoulder, you realized.
The elevators, as expected, opened with a whoosh. You exited, walked down the hall, and turned the corner to your room. Stopping, you noticed Hardcase standing at your room door. He was setting something on the ground and walking away.
This was your chance to talk. “Hardcase!” You practically shouted. He stopped, but didn’t turn. You ran up to him, grabbing his arm. Realizing it was warm and wet. He turned to you, and you realized he was sweating. “Hardcase?” You asked concerned.
“Lieutenant.” He said coldly. Contrary to his body temperature. You stepped back, not used to him being so blunt and cold. He moved to turn away, but you caught his arm.
“I’m sorry about yesterday.” You said abruptly. “Come inside?” You asked, pulling his arm and opening the door to your room.
Without saying a word, he moved to follow you. You moved one step toward your room and heard a crunch under your boots. You immediately remember Hardcase setting something down in front of your door, your face shooting to his before moving to the floor in two quick motions. You kneeled down and moved you foot, revealing a crushed purple hair pin.
“Fuck.” You shouted. Startling both Hardcase and yourself. “This was my favorite hair pin!” You looked back up to Hardcase. “You had it?”
He smiled softly. “Yeah..” His voice low and soft. “It fell when we talked the other day, and I wanted something that would remind me of you. So I.. kinda took it.”
You smiled. Holding the crushed hair pin.
He touched your shoulder. “I didn’t know how things were going to proceed between us. And I thought it was over, so I was returning it.” His voice getting a little choked up before lightening up.”Besides. It’s not like I can wear it.” You both laughed at that. “I’ll buy you a new one.”
With that, you grabbed his arm and stood up and moved into the room.
You turned on some lights. Lighting up the room around you. It wasn’t grand by any means. But the fact that you had your own room on this ship was special in itself. Hardcase looked around the room, noticing every little detail.
“I wasn’t expecting company.” You said, looking around your messy room.
He smiles. “It’s alright. I like it.”
You smile back, and remember how sweaty he is. “Look, you should shower. There’s a shower in the room on the right.” You say, tidying up a little.
“Nah.” He replies, drawing your attention. “You go ahead, I can wait.”
You contemplate this for a moment. Thinking over how he could shower while you prepare something to eat. “Okay. That’s fine.” You say. “Be all sweaty, I don’t care. Just don’t be all sweaty on my bed please?”
He nods as you move to the shower room, closing the door behind you. The shower room isn’t what you would expect. The whole room is the shower. The room itself has a lip to prevent any water from going elsewhere. And there is no dividing walls to hide yourself if the main door was open.
You disrobe, and untie your hair. Letting it cascade behind you. You set your clothes in a waterproof drawer and walk the shower head, and turn on the water. The water isn’t as hot as you would like. But it’ll do.
You wash your hair, and set in the conditioner. Putting your hair up so you can wash your body. You lather the soap in your washcloth, and begin to wash up. You cover your whole body with soap, letting the warm water fill the room with steam. Washing your groin, you instinctively think of Hardcase, and how his lips felt on yours. The taste his lips left behind. Your didn’t even realize what you were doing at first. The soap on your hand was acting as a lubricant as your began to stroke your quickly hardening cock. You sit down in the shower, close your eyes, and lean back, enjoying the pleasure and thoughts. You hit the wall, eyes closed. The shampoo bottle falling to the floor with a loud thud.
You sit there for a moment, trying to calm down from startling yourself. You realize you shouldn’t keep him waiting and stand up to rinse. Suddenly, the door opens and Hardcase rushes in.
“Are you okay? I heard a loud noi…” his voice and trail of thought stop immediately. His eyes go wide, and his face goes red as he looks you over. Once, twice, and thrice for good measure. His jaw slacks slightly. “Mesh’la…”
“Close the door!” You shout. “You’re gonna let all the hot air out!”
He obeys and closes the door. Staying in the room with you.
“I…” He starts before looking into your eyes. “I want you.”
You smile. “I want you, too.” Without another word, he’s on you.
He presses you up against the wall, firmly grabbing the back of your neck as your lips meet. His other hand grabbing your hips, and pulling your bodies together. He pushes in his tongue, and you moan into his mouth. Causing him to moan in response. You stand there and kiss for a moment before pulling back, panting and wanting more.
“Your blacks, they’re drenched.” You say, seeing as he walked into the running shower with his blacks still on.
He looks you in the eyes and winks. “Only for you.”
With that, you giggle, moving to pull off his top first. You find his waist, slip your fingers under the hem of his top, and pull up. He puts his arms over his head, allowing you to pull the top off completely. What’s left his his muscled and toned body, with a large, hard, bulge in his drenched bottoms. As you look him over, you bite your lower lip.
He smiles wickedly, grabbing your hands and pressing them against his torso. Contrary to his hands, his torso is soft. Muscled and strong, but the skin is soft and warm. You move your hands over his body, enjoying the feeling. As your hands travel, they hit the hem of his bottoms.
“Well, this isn’t fair. You’re still partly clothed and I’m bare naked. Let’s say we level the playing field.”
He smiles again. “I like the sound of that.”
To take his bottoms off, you sit on the ground and pull his pants down. As they pass his groin, his cock springs free. Almost hitting your face.
“Oh my…” You say, your face flushing.
He doesn’t say anything as you continue pulling his bottoms off. He lifts one leg at a time, allowing you to disrobe him completely. He stands above you, and as you look up at him, he grabs the back of your head softly.
“May I?” He asks softly, nodding down to his fully erect cock near your face. You nod, looking back down.
He moves closer, your heart pounding with adrenaline. Him being so close, nude, and fully erect in front of you sends blood from your brain into your other head.
“Open.” His voice soft but also firm.
You obey and open your mouth for him. Slowly, he slides his twitching cock against your lips. Parting them, as he presses his cock into your mouth and onto your tongue. You moan as his cock fills up your entire mouth. He shudders and grips onto your hair. You begin to bob on his head. Sliding your lips and tongue over the tip and glans of his cock.
He closes his eyes, enjoying the pleasure you’re bringing to him. “Fuck me that feels good.”
You take him deeper, shoving you face down on his cock, pushing against your throat. He moans loudly before starting to move himself. As he pushes himself in and out of your mouth, you stop moving and moan as you remain sucking on his cock.
He starts grunting and breathing heavier. Moving in and out of your mouth faster. Your hand finds his balls as you cup them, playing with them as he thrusts himself in your mouth. He moans, pushing deeper into your mouth and starting to enter your throat. You back up reflexively, stopping abruptly as you hit the wall behind you. You squirm and moan as he pushes against your throat. The wall behind you stopping you from pulling back and allowing him to push against your throat.
“Fuck…” He grunts. “I’m getting close!”
He thrusts harder and faster into your mouth. Saliva mixed with precum spilling from your drooling mouth. You grab his hips, trying to push him back as you’re not ready to deep throat him just yet. His thrusts become more erratic, and he starts to shake. You know he’s close.
His voice shaky. “I’m coming.” He manages to say, before shouting your name.
With one last thrust, he pushes his cock into your throat and releases his load. Hot cum streams into your throat as you try and swallow it all, unsuccessfully. You didn’t know how much how much he was going to cum. But as you try to swallow, his cum seeps from your lips and down your chin.
Panting, he pulls out of your mouth, as you start to cough.
“Oh shit.” He says alarmed, kneeling down with you.
In between coughs, you manage to tell him you’re fine. And as you recover, you look into his eyes with a devilish glint in your eyes. “My turn.”
He smiles back, as he’s been wanting this too. He stands up and offers his hand for you. You take it, and he pulls you up without any effort. You try to say thank you, but are cut short as he pushes you against the wall. Knocking over the conditioner bottle this time.
“We’’ll get it later.” He says, pressing his mouth against yours. He grabs your breasts and starts to squeeze. You moan into his mouth again.
“That’s my girl.” He says seductively. “Moan for me.”
You moan again as he pinches your nipples. Once again, he slides his tongue into your mouth. You two kiss for a minute before he pulls back. And you jump as he wraps his hand around your cock and starts pumping. But recover as he laughs lowly, and plays with your nipples and cock. You moan his name, and he smiles upon hearing his name like that come from your lips.
He pumps your cock faster. And you manage to tell him you’re getting close. He chuckles deeply and slides his tongue back into your mouth. Your hand finds his free one, as your intertwine your fingers into his. You squeeze his hand and moan loudly onto his tongue as you cum in his hand. Once you’re finished spilling your cum onto him, he pulls away, leaving you panting.
You recover, looking up at him as he smirks proudly at you and suggests you two clean up.
You both lather soap onto each others bodies and wash each other. Careful of the sensitive cocks both of you have. You rinse your hair, and put it up with your towel. Grabbing two more towels. One for him and another for your body. As you dry, you feel his eyes on you once again. You look at him to see him smiling at you.
“What?” You ask, a little self conscious.
“Nothing mesh’la. You’re just the most beautiful woman I’ll ever meet.” He coos.
You smile and blush, finishing drying and opening up a waterproof drawer for a fresh pair of clothes.
Hardcase looks at the wet pile of his own clothes on the floor. You call his name and toss him a fresh pair of blacks.
Surprised, he asks you where you got them.
“Well…” You start. “When I got commissioned as an officer, the GAR issued me those. Though I haven’t been able to wear them since…” you trail off. Trying to figure out how to tell him it was from before you started transitioning.
“They’re from before you showed the galaxy the real and beautiful you?” He asks softly. You nod the affirmative, smiling.
Without pushing the subject any further, he get’s dressed and you do as well. You turn on the air cycle for the shower room and step out, him in tow.
“Food?” You ask him before stopping near the bed.
“Nah.” He says. “I’m not really that hungry.”
You laugh. “Funny. I’m not either.”
He moves towards your room door about to leave, before stopping when he hears his name.
“Hardcase… do you… maybe… want to spend the night?” You ask softly but eagerly.
He whirls around quickly, and walks surprisingly fast to you. “I thought you’d never ask.” He says smiling, before picking you up and carrying you onto your bed.
6. Intoxication / Dubious consent (both parties are drunk at the least), minor plot, fondling + dancing as foreplay, quickies in public, PiV intercourse (may be ooc)
You turned from the bar upon hearing a muffled prompt beside you, the faux-smoke and strobing lights doing very little to aid your lagging vision as you focused on your friend. You had to close an eye to see her right as you sluggishly asked, "What?"
"I said, 'How much have you had?'" She repeated, moving closer to your ear with the same volume as before.
That was most certainly a good question.
You'd been told that the local clone dive-bars in Coruscant sold watered-down liquor, with the prior impression that the Republic would want to cut some more expenses on their fodder with their copious amounts of alcohol intake. But hell no, that wasn't the case at all here.
This wasn't the 79's, which from your mild understanding, always got rowdy and typically out-of-hand; Comes with the crowd. No, this place was called... The, uh... The Filthy Kowakian? Something... Grotto? Shit, you couldn't remember anymore.
It wasn't important -- not unless you needed to book a cab later -- what was important, was how fucking heavy they poured over here; Not to mention their sympathy toward the clones. As opposed to The 79's, this joint wasn't as rambunctious, and you had a hunch it was the liquor keeping the clone patrons so tame -- stupidly enough.
Clones got their drinks for free in their designated bars -- courtesy of the Republic -- so naturally, you took advantage of that quite easily. The clones were pretty fun to make small-talk with, they always had an interesting story they were anxious to tell to someone that didn't share their genotype.
So, you gave your friend a shrug and a lackadaisical pout before drawing your straw back between your lips for a sip.
She spoke again, a little too far out of ear-shot for you to hear over the cacophonous bass and thumping feet. When your brows pinched together, she rolled her eyes and dipped back down to repeat herself, "Where'd that trooper go?"
Your head cocked back in a show of feigned offense as you snickered, "Wouldn't you like to know," twirling the ice in your drink dumbly. It was only last weekend that you'd noticed him, dancing on one of the platforms with some Zeltron chick at his back, drunk off his ass.
After properly meeting him the following night, you learned it was mostly part of his character -- his brother had vouched.
"Mooch," she mouthed to you over the music that shook the floor, leaning onto the bar to signal for a drink.
"Common sense!" You argued, pushing your back off the bar to turn around, raising your voice to surmise, "I think he went out for a smoke? I'on't know!"
"I gotta piss!" Your friend called back beside your ear, much to your dismay. At least the lines would be shorter this time of night, now that the doors had closed.
You pinned your straw aside with a forefinger against your cup to take back the rest in a gluttonous swoop before you'd carelessly drop it off at the bar and take your friend by the hand. Clasped together, you weaved through the dense crowd of gyrating patrons; Drunk, high -- both -- civilians and clones alike. Keeping a close hold, you dared to look over the murky surface of the crowd, flickering pink, then red, and blue, for a glimpse of your most recent little muse. The search was moot by the time the pair of you made it off the dance-floor toward the refreshers.
Upon first meeting him, he ensured you knew he was rather overzealous, and you took his word for it. You danced a few times, shared two cigarras, copious drinks.
After all, you felt you'd owed him.
You'd been as drunk then as you were now, flossing your way through the crowd toward the floor where you'd left your friends, until some bloke stopped you. He wasn't right either, mostly sober, yet noticeably pretending he wasn't. He tried giving you the opened beer bottle that was grasped in his other hand, blocking your path, all while awkwardly bumping his hips into yours -- stalling you, being a nuisance.
You almost took the drink, if only to shut him up and get him mocing along, when a hand came out of nowhere and swatted it away. Brew and foam spattered over the civilian patron, and you'd remember seeing the ire mounting in his willowy expression before he'd focused on the broad clone beside you.
That's when you formally met Hardcase.
Your friend pulled you along once you made it to the end of the line, going along with her for moral support more than anything, meeting your familiar drunken visage in the mirror as she slipped into a stall. As you drowsily reapplied your gloss, which had worn off with each drink, your brain tossed you back to that night.
"You go around buying everyone's chick a drink, pal?" He'd asked rhetorically, the ire on his voice rather alarming to you. You'd heard of many trafficking tactics in the past - usually below the thousandth level -- so at this point, you were on-edge in the clone's shadow.
"Hey, y'fuckin' wet droid -- I paid for that!" The patron spat back.
Nonchalantly, the clone draped an arm around you, pulling you in against his compression shirt as he hissed back, "Would've done you better to drink it yourself, instead of offering that sweatin' glass to every woman in here."
"Bucket-headed bastard..." was barely audible as the patron flicked the foam off the front of his shirt, staring envious daggers at the man occupying your space.
Once he'd made off, the trooper promptly removed his arm to introduce himself properly, even if you could smell the liquor on his breath, he was far more coherent than you were.
"You're not here alone, are you?"
"Did you come with friends?"
"Where are they?"
His concern was evident, even past your own intoxication and the ever-changing lights around you. Instead of making your way back to your convoy, you spent the credits on a tall drink for his chivalrous act, chatting into each other's ears until the pair of you got back onto the floor for a dance, scarcely a hair of space between you.
Reared by unfeeling aliens without a social construct around other men, one might think that the clones wouldn't know how to act around women. Maybe that was the case for some, but not him.
No matter how rambunctious and rowdy Hardcase got.
"You going back with him?" You heard your friend call from her stall over the other handful of women in the bathroom. Purposefully vague.
You dragged your nail along your lip-line to clean yourself up, struggling to see straight in the mirror without having to close an eye again. That last drink you slammed back was fizzing into your system with the rest of your intake. "Depends," you surmised aloud, stuffing your gloss back into your bag.
Your friend groaned dramatically behind the door before you heard the vacc-tube flush, then the clacking of the lock as she made her way out and beside you to scrub her hands. "Well, just shoot me a comm if you do," she sighed, flicking the water off her hands to avoid the sketchy-looking dryer.
"Will do," you snickered, turning on your heel to lead the way out of the bathroom, absentmindedly fishing the air behind you until your friend took your hand again on the way out.
Once you both made it back out of the refresher and into the stuffy, pulsing air of the packed club, a mass of white and blue caught your eye against the strobing lights. Even when your vision blurred and lagged, you recognized your trooper.
"Thought I saw ya traipsing to the 'fresher with your girl!" Hardcase grinned, calling to you over the music from the end of the hall. He was dressed down for the sake of practicality, the lower half of his armor still clipped into place, his sleeves rolled to his elbows and exposing the parallel tattoos going down his forearms.
Your mouth was already watering at the sight of him -- blame the liquor.
"Not too much fun," your friend added in your ear as she released your hand to mingle on the floor, playfully swatting your ass over your skirt as she went.
Hardcase pulled you into his side under his heavy arm, positioning you in front of him before you'd begin to navigate the crowd again. "Need another drink?"
You turned your head as he leered over your shoulder, keeping a hold on your upper arms as you remained on the outskirts of the crowd for a few beats. "M' beginning to think you prefer me inebriated," you commented cheekily, tipping your head back to speak into Hardcase's ear. You didn't miss his wandering eyes roving across your craned neck.
Hardcase scoffed with a shake of his head, pinching your chin to guide your attention to him, "It's not a preference, babe," he corrected firmly, shifting to that teasing tone of his, "Doesn't mean I don't like you this way, though, hangin' off'a me and all."
"Oohh, of course not," you responded with an air of jest, letting your head rest back on Hardcase's clavicle as his hold on your chin eased up to stroke your jaw, his eyes crinkling with a grin. "How's your other girlfriend doing?"
"You being a smart-ass, girl?" Hardcase chuckled heartily, cupping your ass in his hand as he kept your back to his chest. "And how many free drinks have you managed while I was out smoking with Tup?"
You bit the insides of your cheeks to ward off that lopsided grin roving across your intoxicated features, your shoulders piped in a small shrug, "Just a few; The shinies were real gratuitous," you japed into Hardcase's ear, pleased with the result that came with it once you reached back to playfully caressed his cheek.
Scoffing his amusement, Hardcase urged you to walk on with a swift slap to your ass, squeezing your cheek through your tights as he beckoned you onward through the crowd, staying right on your heels with another firm hand on your hip. You led the way to the main floor, shuffling your feet across the vibrating floor as bodies pressed-in on you the further you went, trudging onward with a different kind of confidence while Hardcase was at your back.
Hardcase strategically guided the pair of you into place on the floor before turning to settle his palms on your hips. He'd once again managed to find your spot beneath a vent -- you were familiar with this one, an area to cling to in such a humid room. It was far enough into the dense crowd to be practically invisible from onlookers within the disorder, and hard to focus on from the outside.
"I missed ya, gorgeous," Hardcase brought his comment down to your ear when your hands found the nape of his neck, pulling you toward his body as you found a rhythm in the music, in the push and pull of the undulating crowd. The music was so loud it could be felt behind your breast, deafening to the point where your head felt stuffy, and yet it was hardly existent to you when Hardcase was around.
"You look goddamn delicious," you'd shoot back, leaning away to glance over his broad chest as the lights flashed across his profile. Hardcase's bashful grin brought his cheeks up, scrunching the tattoo under his eye as he watched your drunken eyes roam over his biceps and his forearms, muscles rippling under his blue ink as he guided the gyrations of your hips.
His head tipped back with a chuckle as he swung his hips in time with yours. He placed his mouth beside your ear again, his breath warm on your cheek, "That's real charming coming from you, sweet thing."
You could feel the tips of his fingers leisurely trailing up your hips around your back to strum over your spine through your shirt, always wandering when the pair of you danced. "Why me?" You piped, a poorly-feigned look of innocence taking over your expression, letting your thumbs sweep the sides of his neck.
Hardcase dipped his head beside your's once again, the coarse stubble on his jaw scraping your cheekbone, "Fuckin' look at you, baby," he rumbled, warding off a harsh shudder when you began scraping your nails up to the base of his scalp above his nape. "I think I could sustain myself off'a just ogling you right here..."
The young trooper's hands swept back down from your spine to your backside, hooking his thumbs beneath the hem of your denim skirt to cup his palms under your ass, kneading at your flesh through your tights. Bolder with you now than he'd been at first.
Unwilling to be outdone, your nails ceased their ghostly scratches across the erected hairs on Hardcase's nape, past the underside of his ears, around his clavicle to flatten you palms to his chest. "Never pegged you to be a watcher," you teased, absentmindedly swaying with little coordination. Only Hardcase's hold on you kept you from rolling into the crowd.
"Ohh-hoho, watching is the best part," Hardcase guffawed, his thumbs trailing dangerously close to the crease betwixt your ass and thighs, a stroke away from the swell of your vulva through your panties. His eyes never left your face as he inspected your expression, strumming the elastic hem of your undergarment. "Love watching your face," he added, breaking his focus to dip down to speak into your ear, "especially when you're like this... all nice n' easy for me."
He wasn't afraid to admit it, now, and you seemed to further prove his point when Hardcase nosed under your ear, tilting your head for him. The air itself seemed to shake, but you were vibrating at a different frequency entirely, only giggling to yourself wistfully as you clung to him.
"I'm not easy!" You'd insist over the music, bending your spine to push your ass further into Hardcase's hands despite your defense. Unwilling to be outdone, your hands swept back up from his chest toward his jugular once again.
You felt Hardcase's chuckle more than you felt it, rumbling through his chest into your own, his teeth against your cheek. The intention behind his humor quickly manifested as Hardcase stroked his fingers over the swell of your vulva through your panties, a ghostly touch over the seam of your sex. The softness of it was a debilitating contrast to the cacophony of the room around you.
"You're not," Hardcase remarked, his lips flush to your ear, his nose to the shell of it. "Just for me you are, baby."
Were you about to protest that?
Hell no.
Certainly not when Hardcase wormed his way beneath the elastic and lace to dip his fingers into your wetness, rumbling his pleasure from his nose as his digits slid easily across your sex. "All for me?" Hardcase snickered, drawing your earlobe between his teeth with his tongue.
You were sure he couldn't hear you, but you gave him a hum of confirmation anyway, turning to hiding your face into Hardcase's neck as he took a gentle, shallow plunge past your entrance. It was hardly enough to seriously rile you, normally; But with the setting, the substances coursing through your veins, and Hardcase flush to your front, he might as well have thrust his fingers to the knuckle within you. To keep some thread of an advantage, you wrapped a hand around the front of Hardcase's throat.
Hardcase crooned softly as he felt your lazy moan dribble off your lips into his neck, repeating his teasing ministrations to get more out of you, tempting you to tighten your grip. Dipping his finger into your sex just enough to make you squirm before withdrawing to trace your wetness around, up-and-down.
"More, 'Case," you tipped your chin to plead into his ear, breath thinner than before as Hardcase dared to press further into your cunt, bringjng your fingers to subconsciously tighten. Were you to look, you'd see Hardcase's eyes flickering from you to the other faces amongst the crowd. As he did, the hot warmth of his mouth opened up against your throat, grazing his teeth over your skin as if he wasn't satisfied with only savoring your taste.
"Where you wanna go?" Hardcase crooned against your temple, pulling you closer as if it were even possible; He was insistent in his next statement, "M'not givin' it to you here."
From the jump, he'd always been a jealous man.
You only gurgled in response, drunk off your own lust and a few substances, you only pressed yourself back into Hardcase's hand. To your dismay, Hardcase withdrew, clearly demanding a response with his eyes once you drowsily met them as your own hands fell away.
"Where, baby?" Hardcase insisted again, keeping a hand on the swell of your ass to keep you steady as he brought the other to your lips.
He knew you wouldn't want to wait.
Your slick glistened across Hardcase's fingers in a pearlescent sheen as the lights strobed and swam overhead, connecting his two digits on a string of your arousal that made your mouth water. With hardly any beckoning on Hardcase's part, you took his fingers past your lips with a quiet hum, ensuring that you held his gaze as you lapped your taste from his salty skin.
Hardcase's mouth gaped with an undue moan that never reached your ears over the noise, but you certainly felt it ripple across his chest. He decided, as you made a show of circling your tongue over his fingertips, you needed to be told, as opposed to being asked.
As soon as his hands dropped away from you, Hardcase was herding you out of the crowd, practically plowing the patrons out of your way, a few slurring troopers drunkenly calling out, 'Make a hole!' as the pair of you passed. It was all a mottled, bright blur in the edges of your vision; The lights, the variation of troopers and civilians, the steady, head-splitting beat of the music.
You could still taste your own arousal on your tongue when the chilly Coruscant evening air hit your face and chased off the humid smog pouring out of the club; You were sure Hardcase tasted it, too, when he ducked down to capture your mouth, thrusting his tongue past your teeth with a growl as the fire exit clicked shut behind the pair of you.
"Fuck, you taste so damn good," he cursed against your lips, pressing you back against the wall when your heels scuffed on the duracrete with minimal coordination. "Pussy 'nd liquor..." Hardcase uttered to himself while conforming his hands to your ass again, palming your flesh to bring you closer to his off-set cod-piece.
Upon further, delirious inspection, you found that he was as hard as stone, the tip of his cock straining against his body-glove once you relinquished him of the restrictive duraplast plate. Hardcase thanked you with a resounding groan before delving back into your mouth, your jaw pinched in one hand as the other moved up under your skirt.
"Right here? This okay?" Hardcase babbled when he reeled back, even as you aided him in getting your tights and panties down over your ass.
"Fuckin' Maker, yes -- 'Case, c'mon," you begged, pulling him back in by his elbows when he'd only shucked your garments halfway down your thighs.
"So fuckin' needy," the young trooper mumbled, projecting his own excitement along with your own, quickly swiping a hand down his face as he huffed a laugh before whirling you around. "Hands on the wall, sweetheart. Skrag, you look s'good..."
You bent at the waist as you leaned forward, planting your palms against the cool wall that thumped weakly with the reverberating music from inside, daring to look at Hardcase from over your shoulder; He worked to get your lower half bare, glancing between you and the open street just a few yards away from where he'd situated you. Despite Hardcase's zeal, he always kept your comfort in mind, even if he's tipsy.
He caught your eye as he looked back at you, swallowing hard enough to make the swell in his throat bob as he smoothed his palms over your bared ass with an agonized groan as your drowsy gaze further enticed him.
"Okay, okay --" Hardcase finalized his decision, leaning over your back to pepper kisses across your shoulder as he freed himself from his body-glove to wet his cock against your dripping seam. The smooth glide wrenched an instantaneous whine from the pair of you, Hardcase sounding as if he'd been punched in the gut when he notched the head of his cock to your pulsing entrance.
He scrambled to pull the hem of his shirt up over his abdomen as he watched you push yourself back onto his tip, sucking him in with ease despite the vice your walls had around his frenulum. Once Hardcase pressed past the halfway mark, he slammed into you entirely, jerking you against the wall.
Hardcase's hand flew up to grab your shoulder with a hiss, muttering an apology for nearly sending you into the wall, even as you greedily tried to take more of him. "F-Fuck, wait, babe," he seethed, adjusting himself to your silken vice with tremors in his knees, taking ahold of you hips when you set your own impatient pace.
For a bit, Hardcase watched you, holding his shirt between his teeth to stifle his groans as your walls swept over his swollen member, watching your slick arousal coat him each time you bottomed-out. You'd since folded your hands on the wall to cushion your cheek when you leaned forward to arch into him more, a woozy attempt at comfort in your current state as you hungered for more of him.
After that, Hardcase was moving.
Moving.
He relented with a jerk when you began making a show of stirring yourself on his cock, swirling onto his pelvis like you were lazily spelling his name. Hardcase had all but snapped. His fingers curled into your hips as he reeled back and began to pound into you, thoroughly slicked and prepped for this impulsive tryst.
The relentless, repeated plunge into your cunt brought a litany of moans tumbling off Hardcase's lips, in tandem with your own, pummeling his cock into that undoing patch within you as you shifted the angle to meet him. Your tongue already loosened with the liquor, your licentious whimpers only complemented Hardcase's wanton groans, the glide of his cockhead turning into more of a drag as your walls constricted his shaft.
"Mmf~hah -- 'Case, fuck..." You'd choke past the punctuation of his hips, applauding wetly against your ass as he pounded into you, pawing at your hips for leverage, to open you further for his access. He'd respond to your poignant moans with a slow grind that made your legs quake, sending your head into a spiral and then a tempest. His cool, damp fingers finding your clit as he resumed his original pace, concocting a ferocious storm in your gut as you tightened around him.
His praise was inaudible to your ears when you keened, nearly buckling to the ground, if not for his support on your hip. Hardcase made the hasty decision to pull you up off the wall and against his chest, caging you in with his arms as he braced his elbows against the wall to keep you upright and close.
After hastily kicking your ankles apart, Hardcase dug in, thrusting up into you as your head reeled back onto his clavicle with an unbridled moan, your breath a wisp on the air until Hardcase swallowed it. He muted his mounting pleasure into your mouth to silence your own, swiping up your tongue with his as he chased the impending climax he felt wring at his cock. Hardcase's leaden moans exponentially increased in their volume with the staccato of your moans behind his powerful thrusts, devolving into breathless whimpers as he kissed the air from your lungs; As if you were the remedy to the climax racking his guts, a tempest akin to your own until your storm broke first.
With the snap of an unseen elastic, your spine jerked as you stiffened with a blinding orgasm that left you convulsing away from Hardcase's punishing cock as he kept-on. He'd scramble to keep you in place as he emptied his rushed, whimpering breaths down your back, even daring to snake a hand between your legs to stir his fingers over your clit.
Hardcase came with a bitten shout, rooted deep within your walls as he coated them with each pained clench of his stomach. After a spell, your trooper was petting your hair back into place and rucking-up your undergarments, even before he'd cared to tuck himself away.
It was a feat to keep the pair of you upright, especially once the anchor of your coupling had dislodged. Hardcase embraced you with a haggard sigh against the wall as you both caught your wind upon the crisp, slightly polluted air. Your question was a typical one as you leaned back against the wall, bringing Hardcase with you to let his head rest upon your's; "My place?"
Footnotes : This took me an embarrassing amount of time; I'm abhorrently behind on these prompts, pls bear with me LOLL day 7 is locked in, i just gotta edit it after i get groceries in the morning >:pp LOVE YALL SMM TY FOR READING MY SLOP♡♡♡
"I'll be gentle, baby. Don't worry." With Hardcase or Cody and fem reader please? If you have time. No rush, no worried.
Oooh thank you to whoever sent this in!
I’ve never wrote for him before but I tried my best , it though was fun to write about our goofy Hardcase 💁🏻♀️ but wow he is a total DOM😈😈 slightly a slow burner but I do hope you enjoy some Hardcase smut & it doesn’t disappoint 🫶🏻🫶🏻
Dividers by the best @idontgetanysleep
Using smut prompt 22 @thelonelyempath
I actually got the inspo for this fic from McFly’s song Party Girl - if your British then you know 🤣😉
Another night of bantha piss entertaining the usual scum of Coruscant. This thought plagued your mind daily how did the only daughter of a wealthy tycoon from Chandrila end up in this sort of establishment. Something you need not dwell on right now.
However they weren’t scum , far from it. The majority of your customers were people of great importance ranging from rich and famous, to senators the odd chancellor or two, a few natborns and of course your secret favourite few.
The boys from the 501st legion, you knew their names now, but that one special clone Hardcase he seemed to tug at your heart strings. The troopers had ventured in your work place quite frequently in the last few months , usually after a tough battle or looking for some fun during their shore leave before making their way to the famous 79’s.
Kriff tonight was exceptionally ghastly, several inebriated punters had tried their best to get your attention in a crude way, failing to realise you were not an escort.
Your blood was boiling, stinging tears gathered behind your pretty green eyes, the rage inside you seeping out from every pore on your body, you saw red. The mist clouding your vision, for your own piece of mind you took yourself off the back rooms.
You paid no heed as you bolted across the room to Captain Rex sauntering in, followed by his squad, Jesse, Kix, Dogma, Tup , Fives, Echo and Hardcase. Sweet, funny, wacky Hardcase. His eyes shone brighter than the rest. They seemed kind. If it was a different time in your life … in his maybe….
“Look there goes ya girl…” Fives chuckles throwing Hardcase a shit eating grin.
Hardcase only glared back, his feeble attempt to hide the growing blush spreading across his face.
“Troopers!” The wave of authority thick in Rex’s voice has all eyes on him.
“Take those seats by the stage and relax we all deserve a night off”
“Sir yes sir! “ is shouted in unison by the group.
You had hope that a quick shower and outfit change would rid your skin and mind from the incident earlier. Far from it. Still irritate you make your way back to the grand stage, the pounding bass of the music increases, the lights dim only the silver strobe effects remain.
You walk slowly out from the shadows like some Ethereal Goddess, until you reach the middle of the stage wearing a sheer glittery blue deep plunge halter neck thong body suit completely backless, the high sides of the flimsy fabric sitting perfectly on your ass. The spotlight licked against your curves, the clear 8” heels with the 4” platform elongating your slender legs.
Hoots and cheers filled the air pairing with the vibrating sounds from the speakers.
There he was sat between his Vod’s , his striking face tattoo makes it easier to tell him apart from the rest. His eyes completely transfixed on you, roaming hungrily up and down your semi naked body. Heat begins to pool in your lower stomach, the tingle in your cunt grows.
Grabbing the pole with elegance you begin stalking around it , keeping your gaze locked on his as you reach the front of the stage once more facing the sea of onlookers you begin dancing. Your eyes close focusing on your sultry moves. Your ass twerks in time with the fast paced wave of music, you feel credits fall at your feet, its a guilty thrill you enjoy.
With your back facing the crowd you run your hands through your hair cocking your head slightly you notice the dark glow of his eyes, the desire adamant on his face. You turn around and gracefully fall to your knees crawling over to the clones of the 501st you bite your bottom lip as that coil tightens inside of you. Many of the life forms watching you try in vein to touch you as you crawl past.
You beam an alluring smile to Hardcase before wrapping your legs around the cool metal of the pole, bending backwards you arch your back pushing your breast out.
Hardcase swallows hard watching you dry hump and grind your pussy against the pole, oh so wishing it was his own painfully hard throbbing cock. To him you were just perfect.
Your body moved tastefully with agility around the pole, the way you enticingly rolled your hips. Reaching up and behind your neck you untie the bodysuit letting the top half slip down revealing your naked breasts, nipples covered by small delicate tassels. Hardcases breath hitched in this throat and lump formed , almost like dry swallowing a large pill.
As the music ended you bowed to everyone as the cheers roared and you left the stage, the butterflies in your stomach grew. Making your way to your private dressing room you feel a tug at your wrist.
Your eyes widen with utter surprise as you see the handsome clone trooper stood before you.
“Hardcase..” you stutter trying to regain your composure.
“Hello mesh’la I wasn’t err sure you remembered my name” His voice low
His hand grazed the nape of his neck awkwardly glancing at his tapping feet.
His gloved hands began to fidget and he seemed to dance on the spot, this made you giggle.
“Somewhere you need be?” An eyebrow raised as you step closer to him, even in your heels he towers over you.
“Eh well erm where are you going?” Again his eyes faced the floor.
“Care to join me for a drink trooper?” You purr.
A dippy carefree smile tugs the corners of his lips and expands as he takes your hand and follows you to the dressing room. A large pink plush couch sits cozily in the corner of the room in front is a small table with a bottle of bright green liquid and a couple of small glasses.
A sweet vanilla smell invades Hardcases nostrils as he gets comfortable against the soft fabric. Both of you share a few shots of the burning liquid, conversation flows effortlessly, your bodies gradually move closer and closer to each other, the lustful tension spikes.
The slick between your thighs building, something comes over you. A sudden brazen confidence you place your hand against his thigh. The dark look on his face says it all. A primal desire begins to control him.
Hardcase latches his hands onto your soft fleshy thighs and pulls you down on him. You straddle him, your hands flat against his chest plate. A soft whine falls from your lips as he thrusts his codpiece against your already gagging cunt. A rough drag of his gloved hand glides up your chest ripping the fabric from your body freeing your breasts.
Hardcase pushes up into you once more, his grip of your hips firm as he holds you down grinding and pushing against you.
You begin to rock your hips to ease that hot ache rising inside of you , he stifles a moan growing pleasure sizzling through every fibre of his body.
“Stand up take everything off mesh’la but I want you to keep those slutty heels on for me.”
His words strained dripping with desire.
You obediently comply you stand up removing the blue bodysuit that matches the blue painted across his armour. Eagerly you await his next command, your mouth watering watching him stripping down to his blacks. Your cunt twitches as he finally removes each item of clothing, his cock hot swollen standing to attention beads of pre cum leaking out his spongy tip.
Oh stars how you are desperate to taste him.
Hardcase rests back on the couch and begins fisting himself, slow pumps as his eyes hone in on your glistening sex, already dripping.
“Sit on my cock” demanding and possessive, ushering you over.
You stand above Hardcase, eyeing him with caution before you climb onto his lap. He hums his approval. The sting as he stretches open your tight cunt is electric,his size is frightening. But fuck it feels so good. Inch by inch you slide down his pulsating length dragging your nails across his scarred skin causing him to shudder. You feel his cock twitching in you.
“So good for me baby taking my cock” he whispers , one hand cups your cheek the other has tight hold on your ass cheek kneading the flesh greedily.
“Fuck oh Hardcase it hurts-“
Your breathy words cut off by the force of his large calloused hand grabbing the back of your hair severely , stretching your neck taught he licks up to your pulse point growling lowly. Your heartbeat quickens.
“I’ll be gentle baby. Don’t worry.” His tone lacks compassion , only pure prurience takes over him.
Your eyes widen and your lips part as pitiful whimpers fall from your lips.
Hardcase fucks up into you at a brutal pace, his hand stays in place clutching onto your soft waves , the other curling into your skin littering the area with controlling red marks. He moans low and gutted as your broken screams echo in the small room. Your cunt is pulsing with need , your breasts bounce as he mercilessly destroys you. His cock continuously hits off your cervix creating a beautiful white hot molten feeling running like icy fingertips through your veins.
“Uh- ple- please” your begs are so anguished they fuel his relentless thrusts. The frantic desire almost too much.
The hand clutching at your hair trails down between your breasts to your stomach to your clit. His finger works expertly. Your body begins to shake, your breathing ragged, he relishes in watching you squirm.
Hardcase leans up placing hot open mouthed kisses over any part of your salty skin his mouth can reach.
“Fuck! - mmm please what mesh’la?” He teases, clearly enjoying this dominating game.
He grabs your chin forcing you to look at him, a sinister glaze clouds his face, he runs his tongue across his teeth , forcing a finger flat against your tongue until you gag.
His chuckles are dark.
“Do you want to cum baby?”
You nod rapidly, stuttering whines and moans accompany the slap of his skin as he fucks you, faster, harder,deeper.
You begin moving, rising up only only the head of his cock is inside you before slamming your hips back down sheathing him fully inside. You set a fast pace fucking yourself with an aching desperation. Wicked glee flows from you.
You slam your hips down, your head falls back, your nails claw into this thighs. You feel him close to his own release, the tremors of his body, friction of his pubic bone against your sensitive clit send you into a frenzied peak. Every single nerve in your body sings, your toes curl.
“Fuck Hardcase - oh fuck yes” he is your complete undoing.
Breathy moans , curses and pants crescendo, your cunt convulse and clench’s around his immense size. The warm splash of his seed coat your walls. His body shakes as you writhe on top of him. A rush of ecstasy prickles across your skin you chase the burning desire of your orgasm, milking his cock riding out your high.
You slump into him to catch your breath, he is loose limbed beneath you. The feeling of his warm cock softening inside of you being stuffed with his cum as it trickles out of your ruined cunt and onto his thighs is utterly delicious.
He sucks in a deep sigh.
“Your so fucking beautiful mesh’la”
He begins to kiss you, shy but powerful, his tongue begs for permission to explore your mouth, you gladly accept. His finger tips dance across the base of your spine, yours stroke his shaven head.
You smile into the kiss before breaking away, his amber eyes bore into yours, a tender moment interrupted by a loud knock at closed doors.
“You guys finished yet?” Fives is laughing outside.
You chuckle as you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, you don’t need to see him to know Hardcase is seething right now. But for now you are content in his arms.
Adult Age+, Not Good For Work, unprotected sex, gender neutral intercourse (I don’t know how to phrase it), mouth male receiving, hand job male receiving
A low groan rolled from Hardcase’s lips into your mouth as your tongues danced. The hand you had wrapped around his cock was stroking him agonizingly slow. You smirked into the kisses as you brought your hand up again, thumb gliding over the head in a gentle caress.
“Fuck, mesh’la,” he said, dropping his head back against the pillow. You smirked down at him, enjoying just how at your mercy he was.
“Does this feel good, Hardcase?” You asked, leaning down to kiss his adams apple.
“So kriffing good,” he replied through groans. You quickened your pace just slightly, and the deep throated groan he released was felt by your lips still on his neck. You took a second to glance down at his length, the long, thick member hardened just for you. Your pace was faster now, and you could see his hips stuttering slightly with your actions.
“Look at you, trying to keep yourself from chasing your release. Do you want to cum?” you cooed at him.
“N-not until I’ve had enough of you, mesh’la,” he replied through clenched teeth.
“Oh, Hardcase,” you moaned into another kiss. You felt his cock twitch in your hand but nothing came out. He really was holding out for you.
You felt one of his hands take a death grip on your ass, fingertips digging into you. You rocked back into it slightly, and another groan slipped off his tongue.
Your hand was moving fast now, drawing him closer and closer to his release. He started to kiss you more hungrily and sloppily now, unable to focus fully on the act of kissing you as you pumped his cock.
Suddenly, you decided to pull away, both your lips and hand, from him. His hips gave an involuntary jerk upwards as he tried to keep the friction. His eyes had been squeezed shut, but now they shot open to stare at you.
“Mesh’la, why did you- oh mother of the Maker karking hells,” he rushed out as you leaned down to lick a stripe up his length and then take him all down your throat. His hand immediately shot down to grasp your hair, keeping your head on him but letting you have control. Your own arousal was growing, and you slowly reached a hand down to begin pleasing yourself as well. You pulled up to lick his head, kissing it before slowly taking it back into your mouth.
“Fuck, you’re going to ruin me,” he said in a deep, husky voice.
“Hmmm,” you hummed, the vibrations sending more waves of pleasure over him. Reaching up, you drug your nails down his chest and felt his muscles trembling under your touch. You could feel a light layer of sweat over his body, no doubt from the pleasure you had been giving him.
“Fuck, just like that, mesh’la,” he said as your tongue pressed against the underside of his length. You removed your hand from your own arousal to gently fondle his balls, earning a gasp-turned-moan from him at the feeling.
“Shit, you’ve never done that before.” His hand tightened in your hair, encouraging you to keep going. However, you decided to pull back, making him look at you with widened eyes again.
“Fuck my mouth,” was all you said. The words fell quickly from your lips, and soon his hand was pushing you back down as his hips rose up. He thrusted at a dangerous pace, hitting the back of your throat as he made you take him as deep as possible. Tears filled your eyes as you tried not to gag on him. Soon enough, his movements were becoming sloppy and you decided to remove your mouth from him to finish him off with your hand.
His hips jutted up to meet your grip with each stroke, and not long after his warm ropes were shooting out, and your eyes sparkled hungrily at them.
“Look how pretty you are, cumming all over my hand,” you cooed at him. His breaths were ragged and his forehead had beads of sweat on it. Groans of your name kept falling from his mouth. When his movements slowed, and then stilled, you ran your thumb over his head again before shifting so you hovered above him.
“What are you- kriff!” He said, hands shooting out to grasp onto your waist as you dropped onto his cock. A lewd and wet sound filled the room as you began to ride him, and, though he’s only slightly beginning to soften up as he already finished, you don’t need much until you’re leaning forwards, grinding down on him as much as you can as your own release spills from you.
After taking a second to catch your breath, you lift off of him and glance down at the mess he is. A mix of both your juices is splayed out over his skin. You smirked while leaning down and licking some of it up, his eyes watching you intently.
“How many more times do you want to cum tonight?” You asked as you kissed up his body, making your way back to his lips.
“So many more,” he replied, holding your cheek as your mouths joined again, tongues dancing while you waited for your arousals to return.
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Word Count: 2k (👀 it’s all smut)
Warnings: cum, so much cum, blowjobs, handjobs, unprotected p in v sex, multiple orgasms, I cannot reiterate this enough cum, implied reader relationship with fives, (sixsome? - Fives, Echo, Kix, Jesse, Rex, Hardcase, Dogma)
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A throaty moan left you as Fives fucked up into you but it was muffled by Rex's cock as you eagerly sucked his length. Fives completely controlled your pace as he bucked his hips up, cock hitting deep within your slick pussy, as your hands were occupied with the troopers on either side of you - Echo and Kix. Your hands pumped at their cocks each of them canting their hips forward and back in time with your hands, both of them were unable to contain their moans as they watched you suck their Captain's cock and the way your body moved as Fives fucked you. Kix was the first one to go headily panting out, "Where should I come cyare? Where do you want me?"
You pulled off of Rex with a pop that had his hips jerking and you moaned out, "Anywhere, just cum on me Kix. I want you all to cover me in your cum!"
All of the troopers groaned at that including Hardcase, Jesse and Dogma who were off to the side. You pulled away from Rex to turn your attention to Kix as you took him into your hot mouth. He groaned his hand coming to cup the back of your head gently as his hips involuntarily bucked forward, you gagged slightly as he hit the back of your throat. Kix quickly pulled out and his hand pumped quickly, he bent so he was at the perfect angle to shoot his hot cum all over your chest. You couldn't hold back the light moan at the feeling and you smiled up at him as his hand stroked you cheek softly. Rex groaned your name but he was interrupted by Hardcase protesting, "You just had a turn in her mouth!"
You laughed until Fives hit something deep inside you that quickly had you crying out in pleasure. Fives smirked at you as his hand slid to your clit and he groaned out, "Don't worry, she'll make sure all of you feel good, won't you cyar'ika?"
You nodded as you panted and turned your attention to Hardcase, taking him into your mouth as Rex scooted to the side opposite of Echo so you could pump him with your hand. You hadn't anticipated cumming before the other men but Fives knew just how to get you to cum and as he expertly toyed with your clit you came undone. Your loud moans vibrated onto Hardcase's cock and his head flew back with a moan. Like Kix his hand cusped the back of your head but he helped you keep your pace as your pleasure overwhelmed you. He fucked your mouth as your core clenched around Fives and you unwound onto his cock. It was only moments later when Hardcase pulled out of your mouth to shoot his cum on your neck and chest. You let out a delighted moan of his name and he couldn't help but to steal a kiss from you. Echo came next, the sight of your cum covered tits and the way Five's kept you bouncing on his cock even after your orgasm unraveled him. He whimpered your name in a quick warning and then he was cumming, some spurted onto your tit but most hit your shoulder and side. You pumped him through his orgasm some of his cum dripped onto your hand. Offering him a cheeky smile you moved your hand to your mouth in order to lick the white substance off of your fingers, making a show of sucking your hand clean. Echo let out a low whine at your show as he backed away to give someone else a turn, leaving you to focus on Rex and Fives.
Fives gently squeezed your thigh, nodding his head at you to indicate he wanted to switch positions, and you climbed off of him, whining at the loss of his cock. He rectified this by pushing at your upper body and you understood what he wanted, shifting so you were on all fours. Rex reappeared in front of you as you let go of his cock and you obediently opened up for him. The Captain let out a curse in Mando'a as he slid his cock back into your mouth and you let out another moan as Fives slid back into you. Hands grasped at your waist and the back of your head as both of them fucked you senseless. You gagged lightly on Rex but he was always conscious not to push past your gag reflex. It wasn't long at this angle before Fives was ready to cum from your tight walls squeezing him. He pulled out and motioned for Rex to let you sit up. You did so and let your mouth fall open as you stared up at the pair, Fives coming around to stand in front of you as he stroked his cock. The sight had Rex shooting his load on your lower face and some of it shooting into your mouth which you swallowed down with a breathy sigh. That was what ended up pushing Fives over the edge and his cum was soon joining the rest of the troopers on your chest.
Kix it seemed had finally convinced Jesse to wander over, Jesse gave you a smirk accompanied by a "Hey cyare."
Fives snorted at him and muttered, "You can fuck her if she wants you to Jesse, you've been very patient."
There was no way Jesse was going to pass that up and he knelt down next you murmuring, "Do you want me cyare?"
You nodded happily and after making sure your lips were clear of cum you pulled him into a tender kiss before pulling away and stating, "I wanna ride you like I rode Fives."
Jesse nodded and sank to the ground, laying so you were able to easily clamber over him. You were still thoroughly soaked from your previous orgasm so you were able to sink onto Jesse’s cock with ease. His hands grasped your hips tightly as he growled out, “Kriff cyar’ika you’re so fucking tight.”
You moaned at his words, cunt clenching around him as you started to raise yourself off of him. As you found a steady rhythm you beckoned Kix, who had recovered and already had another hard on, to you so you could suck him off. As you bounced on Jesse’s cock your eyes slid up to watch Kix’s face, he looked down at you with such affection you wanted to make him feel better than he ever had. You blinked up at him as you slowly lowered your mouth onto Kix's cock, opening your throat up to him. Kix groaned loudly and his head flew back at the feeling, his hand flying to the side of your head. Your walls fluttered as Jesse's pace sped up and your bobbed your head faster, in a frantic pace, as you felt a second orgasm building. Moaning onto the length in your throat your walls clenched hard against Jesse as you reached your peak.
You gagged as Kix sank deep into your throat as you jolted slightly and then Kix was ripping backwards just in time for his cum to spurt onto your chest. A strained cry flew from your mouth as you came, Jesse swore and apologized as he pulled you up off of his cock. Your hand came to pump his cock as he was propelled to orgasm by your tight cunt. His cum coated your hand and some splattered onto your lower stomach, when you were sure you had gotten every last drop you raised your hand to lap at your white covered hand. You licked up some and let the rest join your coated chest, letting it drip off of your fingers. You looked over at the other troopers with a sweet smile but you hesitated when you realized Dogma hadn't touched you once. You called out to him and questioned, "Don't you wanna come over here? I promise I'll make you feel good."
Dogma shifted shyly and glanced over to Fives, who shot him a grin and a nod. That seemed to do little to assure him as he glanced over to Rex and Rex happily encouraged him, "Go on Dogma, we all had turns. You're telling me you don't want her to touch you?"
"No, I just..." He trailed off until you called his name again and his eyes snapped to yours.
"Don't you want me Dogma? You don't wanna know how my pussy feels??"
He gasped slightly and glanced once again at Fives who rolled his eyes, "Karking hell man, she wants you to fuck her go and fuck her!"
Finally Dogma headed towards you and knelt down facing you. Offering him a gentle smile you murmured, "How do you wanna fuck me Dogma?"
He gulped and motioned with his hand, "Like this? With you laying out below me."
You nodded and got onto your back, spreading your legs so he could see your wrecked cunt and you trailed your fingers through your folds softly as you bit your lip, "Tell me what to do Dogma, why don't you take charge for me baby?"
His face twitched at this and his eyes darkened as they trailed your used body. His hands grasped your hips and tugged you forward harshly causing you to squeal slightly as a delighted smile covered your face at his assertiveness. Your legs came to rest over his thighs and without any warning Dogma speared you onto his cock. You cried out at the feeling and you didn't have time to process just how thick his cock was before Dogma was pounding into you, his thick cock stretching you out every time he thrust forward. You whimpered out a curse as your hands scrambled for purchase, eventually digging into your thighs but quickly Dogma grabbed both of your hands with his - easing them off of your thighs. He shifted your hands so both of them were held in one of his, pushing your tits together in the process, and his hips sped up to an impossible pace. Tears filled your eyes as he pounded into you and you were pretty sure you forgot how to breath, his cock slamming so deep into you that you thought he had to be reaching your womb.
You were vaguely aware of all the other men coming to watch you most of them having new erections that they were desperately stroking. Your awareness of the world was ripped away as Dogma's skilled fingers found your clit and eagerly swirled around it. Your back arched and a scream flew from your mouth as Dogma's length hit your g-spot, the combination of that plus the way he was toying with your clit had you unexpectedly coming undone. Your fingers dug into his arm, his hand still firmly wrapped around your wrists, as your walls clung onto him. Your moans and screams filled the air as you unconsciously babbled as your orgasm overwhelmed you, whole body going taut. Dogma swore as he fucked you hard through your orgasm and he spoke softly to you offering praises, "Taking my cock so well, such a good girl for your troopers. Such a good little cumslut."
His words had the others groaning in agreement and you moaned exhaustedly finally coming down slightly, nodding at his words. Fives swore at your blissed out appearance and soon his cock was spurting white hot ropes onto your tits. It wasn't long before the other boys were cumming all over your prone body and Dogma was pulling out of you to coat your stomach with his cum. You moaned at the sight of all of the men's pleasure filled faces and satisfaction coursed through your body knowing you were the one to have brought them all to this euphoria. After covering himself back up Fives knelt down to stroke your face softly as he muttered, "Are you alright cyare?"
You smiled hazily up to him and nodded, "I'm just tired is all, this was fantastic."
He nodded as the other troopers murmured in agreement, all of them situating themselves back into their clothing. As they started filtering out of the room all of them made sure that they sang your praises as well as thanking you profusely. Fives and Rex stayed behind, the latter helping pull you to your feet as Fives started a hot shower in the refresher before coming out to help you. You smiled thankfully at them as your legs felt like jello and they both walked you to the refresher.
"Let's get you cleaned up cyar'ika." Fives lowly spoke as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Though as Rex squeezed your sides you had a feeling that this was going to be a rather filthy shower.
Random horny Hardcase x fem reader thot that I just had out of nowhere but I’m not complaining
Also I’ll probably make this into an actual fic at some point because I actually love it and want to expand so much more
He’s on his knees, his hands tied behind his back as you have one leg thrown over his shoulder. His face is buried between your legs as you try to keep your balance. The leg holding you up is trying not to collapse while his mouth consumes you. Your hand holding his head to you digs into him, leaving nail marks and pulling pleasured groans from his lips that vibrate against your heat. He’s groaning and whimpering as he licks at you, loving the feeling of you grinding into his face. His tip is leaking precum as he’s desperate to get you to finish because you promised him that once you came on his face, you’d let him take you however he wanted, and you’d let him cum wherever he wanted
