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Can you write: “Seeing you between my legs is so hot.” and “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.” with Cal Kestis? Pretty please?
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But here it is! I'll admit, I might have gotten a little carried away with the setting, but the dirty stuff with Cal? Hoooweee I was blushing when I wrote that part.
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Cal Kestis x Reader
Word Count: ~1k
Warnings: fluff, dirty talk, sexual references
request for: “Seeing you between my legs is so hot.” and “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”
“What do you think?” You push the hanging curtain aside and step into the glaring sunlight. All around the clothing stall, tourists of every species and size bustle about, buying and haggling for various products with the local merchants, angular faced creatures with dark blue skin.
Merrin contemplates you seriously, hands folded in a triangle over her nose and face as she studies your figure. You had picked out her swimming suit a while ago, and the adorable two piece is green, matching her Force magic and highlighting her eyes vividly. A floppy straw hat shields her pale skin from the sun, but also looks amazingly fashionable. The moment of silence stretches, and you grow more uncomfortable with every passing second. Finally she speaks, “Raise your arms.”
You sigh, but do so. The bikini is hardly what you’re used to, Maker knows that you’ve only ever been to a beach one other time in your life. But you can’t help but love the way it compliments your figure; the merchant had been correct that the cut would be very flattering to your body type. “Mer--”
“You look sexy.” Merrin claps her hands triumphantly, “We’ll take it!” She shoves a handful of credits into the merchant’s hands from the purse Cere had given you for shopping, and grabs your hand. You manage to choke out a small ‘thank you’ to the merchant before the overexcited Nightsister drags you out of the stall.
The unnamed beach planet is gorgeous, all bright white sand and sparkling teal water. In all of your time travelling with the Mantis crew, you had never seen one quite like this one. And you have to admit, Cal’s missions covered a large range of diversity in planet representation. Kashyyyk’s dense forests had enough trees for lifetimes, Zeffo represented the pretty meadows, Bogano the peaceful plains, and Dathomir was a category unto itself. The only common thread between all of the worlds, is that most of the inhabitants had tried to kill you in some way or the other.
Cal is nowhere in sight when you get back to the Mantis to meet up with the rest of the crew. Greez and Cere are already lounging on the beach with shades and beverages in hand, gossiping like old wives.
Cere lowers her shades to give you and Merrin a once over, and you can physically feel her motherly stare as she considers your choice of attire. Finally, she raises her shades and relaxes back onto her chair, “Have fun girls. Put sunscreen on and make sure to stay hydrated.”
Merrin shoots you a conspiratorial grin, and you both race for the waves. The sand is burning hot underneath your feet, but the cool water is perfect for the warm temperatures.
You splash in the water with Merrin for a few minutes before BD hops up and drags her away to go look at some new discovery, and you’re left to explore the water on your own.
A ridge along the shore catches your attention, and you wade over past it to find a beautiful sheltered cove. The water is barely knee height here, and you splash in the shallows, chasing the fish that dart between your legs like tiny flickering shadows.
Something grabs your legs underwater, and you scream when you’re suddenly swept to the side. But although you brace for it, you don’t hit the water. Strong arms wrap around your body and hoist you up so that your feet contact the squishy underwater sand.
Cal’s voice is rough in your ear, scraping deep in his chest. “You look good like this.”
“Cal, you scared me!” You smack his arm gently to prompt him to release you, but his grip only tightens. “Let me go, we should get back to the others.”
“I told them that we were going to find wood for a beach fire.” He rests his chin on top of your head. “We have time for a little fun.”
You gasp, even as you feel a thrill at the dirty promise. “Cal!”
“What?” He laughs, spinning you in his arms so that you’re looking up at him. He’s wearing a new swimming suit too, he must have gone to pick one up while you and Merrin were shopping. It’s pink, with bright yellow fruits stamped along the fabric, and it’s so ugly that it looks good on him. There’s a wicked streak in his expression, “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”
“Cal.” There’s a clearer warning in your voice now. As much as you would love to, you are all too aware of the distinct lack of cover in the area and the fact that you’d never live it down if one of the crew caught you. “We can’t.”
“Or you could take a turn on your knees for me. As much as I love you cumming on my tongue, seeing you between my legs is so hot.” He accompanies that last part with a sharp nip to your neck that is definitely going to leave a mark, and it’s a good thing he’s still holding you because your legs just about give out beneath your weight.
“Cal…” Your resolve is weakening, and you’re all too aware of how obviously you’re projecting that through your voice and your teeth catching your bottom lip and your warming cheeks and--
“I’ll decide for us, then.” And then the world flips upside down, and you suddenly get a very nice view of your Jedi boyfriend’s ass as he hefts you over his shoulder. You shriek in surprise, but Cal’s grip is too firm to pry out of and it’s not like you were going to put up much of a fight.
Cal puts you down inside a rocky overhang, and you barely have time to breathe before he’s maneuvered you up against the wall, caging your body against the rock with his own. He pecks you on the nose once, “Ladies first, am I right?”
You blink at him, mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for water.
“Tooka got your tongue?” He grins, already sinking down onto his knees and hoisting one of yours over his shoulder. “Don’t worry, you’ll find your voice long before I’m done with you.”