I’m back again 👀. Last one from me for this fabulous 400 followers celebration!! What aboutttttt Gregor + “I’ll take that bet”?
OK OK OK SO TJ I MADE IT REAL FILTHY I HOPE THAT'S OK. Also, since I am unable to help myself, I put all of my OCs from the 28th Combat Wing in there. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
Pairing: Gregor x f!Reader
Rating: E (18+ MINORS SKEEDADDLE - slight exhibitionism, fingering, implied PiV, language, Gregor's a menace)
The bass of the music in 79s was damn near deafening when you stepped inside the bar, immediately spotting the magenta and grey paint of the 28th Wing’s armor in their favored booth against the wall. What stood out more was the yellow hatch marked commando armor sitting amongst them.
Fucking Gregor. Dammit.
Maker alive, he was infuriating, but you weren’t about to let him ruin your night out. You had to cash out on all of the booze Chuckles owed you at some point, and he was so rarely planetside, your opportunities were limited. But why did it have to be the night that asshole of a commando was also around?
You’re not sure what exactly about Gregor gets under your skin. Maybe it’s his cocky smirk or his stupid hair or that ridiculous giggle that sounds like an inebriated fathier whinnying. Or maybe it’s the way he seems entirely unbothered by you. No matter what it is, Gregor’s got you figured and loves to dig his finger into that wound whenever he gets the chance. He’s already spotted you from across the room, raising an eyebrow as you start heading in his direction.
Not tonight, asshole.
You square your shoulders, swaying your hips a bit more than necessary. None of them have ever seen you out of your mechanic’s jumpsuit, and you’d picked your favorite (and only) dress for the occasion. After all, you deserved a little bit of attention. And maybe a good lay. If you could find one.
Gregor says nothing as he sips his beer, but his eyes never leave you, raking from your toes to your eyebrows as you nudge Chuck and slide into the booth next to him.
“I’m sorry, I’m saving this seat for some greasy mechanic I owe a few drinks to,” Chuckles teases.
“Oh, my apologies. Mind if I keep it warm until she gets here?” you joke back, playfully ruffling his mohawk, which is currently a deep purple color.
Crater rolls his eyes while Stones leans over, whispering that you look very nice, making you duck your head bashfully. Chuck flags down a waiter droid.
“What’ll it be, Bolts?” he asks, invoking the nickname he’d given you.”Just don’t break my non-existent bank account.”
“I’ll have a whiskey, please,” you request. Gregor raises an eyebrow again.
You feel annoyance tighten your chest. “What?” you ask.
He shrugs. “Just didn’t peg you for the whiskey type.”
“Oh, do enlighten me as to what type you thought I’d be, Captain.”
“Alright, alright, your seat’s not even warm yet,” Chuck mutters. He leans closer, speaking directly into your ear. “What is your damage with him?”
You sniff. “Nothin’. I just asked a question.”
Chuck rolls his eyes before sliding the whiskey in front of you. “Just drink this so you’ve got less of a stick up your ass.”
It doesn’t take too many whiskeys before you feel yourself start to relax, some of the tension leaving your shoulders. You laugh at Chuckles’s terrible jokes, chat with Crater about the last bolo ball game, and even get Sticks to come out of his shell a bit. The entire time, you notice Gregor’s stealing glances at you, and your confidence grows.
Let the bastard look.
You lean forward to take another sip of whatever drink Chuckles has ordered for you now. You let your cleavage rest on the table as your tongue wraps around the straw, pulling it between your lips. You glance up in time to see Gregor watching you over the rim of his glass. His eyes are on your breasts, but they quickly flick up to meet your gaze. You roll your eyes at his obvious leering, leaning back into the crook of Chuckles’s shoulder. He seems somewhat surprised, but doesn’t move to pull away. Gregor says nothing, but something in his eyes seems to flare for a moment.
You’re imagining things.
As the evening progresses, Crater graciously excuses himself to head back to the barracks and catch up on some reports. As soon as their commanding officer disappears, tongues loosen, and suddenly the conversation turns to romantic encounters. Unfortunately, the boys haven’t spent enough time planetside to rack up anything too salacious, so it isn’t long before you become the target of the conversation.
“C’mon, Bolts. What’s been your wildest night?”
“A lady never kisses and tells.”
“Who said anything about kissing?”
“And since when are you a lady?” You elbow Chuck for that comment, shooting him a glare.
“Oh, come on. There has to have been something that you’d consider memorable.”
You shrug. “Not lately.”
“No game or nothing worth writing home about?”
“You guys sure are nosey.”
“We’ve got to live vicariously through you, Bolts.”
You laugh, growing bolder as the liquor in your stomach warms you. “There was a guy a few weeks back. He did his best, and it was probably better sex than I’d had in a while, but that’s not saying much with the losing streak I’ve had going. Thinking of giving up and just going with the battery-powered lovers from here on out. At least then I get to finish.”
Stones groans in despair for your lackluster love life and Chuckles cackles loudly. “You sure do know how to pick ‘em, Bolts.”
You shrug. “It’s been a struggle.”
“Maybe you’re just looking in the wrong places.”
Gregor had been quiet for the last little while, but that comment from him draws your attention. And your ire.
“And what would you know about making a woman cum, Captain?” you sneer.
He grins cheekily. “Plenty.”
“I bet you couldn’t make a woman orgasm if your life depended on it,” you bite back.
Gregor swirls his whiskey in the light, watching the legs of the liquid trail down the side of the glass.
“I’ll take that bet.”
Your eyes lock onto one another, and for reasons you can’t explain, you feel heat pool between your legs. You adjust in the booth, and while the others are guffawing about something else Chuckles said, Gregor notes the way your thighs rub together. He smirks, and you feel that anger flicker in your chest, along with something else. After another few minutes, you excuse yourself, unsure of where you’re heading.
Just need to get away from him for a minute.
Your feet carry you towards the back of the bar where it’s dark. You pass plenty of bodies pressed together, panting, sweating, and moaning in the darkness. Suddenly, you feel a hand in the small of your back, pressing you towards one unoccupied corner that’s far from any prying eyes. You whirl to find Gregor smirking down at you.
“I-I was looking for the ‘freshers,” you mutter.
“Now love, I don’t think that’s true at all,” he responds. “I think you were looking for trouble.”
You regain your bearings, scoffing at him as he backs you into the corner. You feel the heat grow between your legs, and you hate how your panties are sticking to you as he pins you against the wall, one arm braced against the wall. You jut your chin out defiantly.
“What do you want, Gregor?”
“Same thing as you.”
“And what’s that?”
He chuckles before leaning closer to you, his voice raspy in your ear. “To make you cum.”
You snort indignantly, but your legs are trembling.
“The question is,” he continues. “How best to make that happen? Are you one of those lovers that wants to be taken roughly, with me buried deep in that sopping cunt of yours while I hold a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet? Or do you need me to build you up more slowly, take my time until you fall apart?” His fingers trail up your thigh, slipping under the fabric of your dress before digging into your skin slightly. He presses forward, slotting a knee between your legs, and your breathing quickens. His eyes are watching you as his fingers find the hem of your panties on your hip, and he twists the string of delicate lace around his fingers.
“Now this feels like something you were hoping someone would take off of you tonight. That the case, love?”
You swallow hard.
“You want me to take these off of you?”
“No.”
He pulls his hand away immediately, clearly thinking he’s misread things, but you lock your fingers around his wrist. His eyes find yours in the dim lighting, the question in them apparent.
“I want you to make me cum with them on.”
His trademark smirk reappears, his fingers slipping back under your dress, drifting between your legs to press your clit through the thin fabric.
“All worked up just from thinking about me? You’re practically soaked,” he murmurs.
“You talk a lot,” you mutter.
He chuckles against your ear. “I think you like when I talk.” His fingers find the hem of your panties between your legs, and you feel him push the lacy fabric aside, tracing through your dripping folds. “I think you like hearing all the ways that I think about fucking you, and trust me, I’ve thought about it a lot.” His first finger finds its way inside you, and you gasp, hitching one leg over his hip as your hands fly to his shoulders to find purchase. Gregor’s watching you as your lips part, your head thunking back against the wall as he slips a second finger inside you.
“That’s it, love. Let go for me. Let me take care of you.”
“I really don’t like you,” you try to snap, but it comes out more of a whine.
He chuckles. “I think you want to dislike me, but that’s becoming more difficult.”
Your reply dies on your tongue, replaced by a gasp. His fingers are so thick and deliciously calloused. When they finally find that spongy place inside you, you dig your teeth into your lower lip to stifle a moan. He crowds you further against the wall, bearing down on that place inside you. “None of that now. Let me hear you.”
“Fuck you.”
“I might let you if you’re nicer,” he teases.
You dig your nails into the back of his neck, and he gasps lightly before he nudges the strap of your dress aside with his nose and bites down on the flesh of your shoulder. You groan out his name.
“Gregor.”
“That’s right. You like this, don’t you? Being back here where anyone could see you falling apart on my fingers. You want them to watch, hm? I could call the others over. Have them watch while you finally get what you deserve.” You whimper, clenching around his fingers as he slips a third one in. “Oh, you liked that, didn’t you? You’re filthy, love. Maybe another time. Right now, I want you all to myself.”
You’re practically riding his palm right now, the man you’ve hated for months, but Maker above, you’re not about to stop. The music is faint enough back in this corner that you can hear the obscene wet noises coming from between your legs. You’re both sweating, foreheads pressed together, panting in each other’s faces.
“Gregor, I’m close.”
“I know you are, love. Be good for me and soak my hand, yeah?”
You glare at him with heated eyes, mustering your last bit of defiance. “Make me.”
He sucks at the place just below your ear. “With pleasure.” With that, he presses against your clit with his thumb, circling slowly with just the perfect amount of pressure. You fly towards the edge and topple over, your vision whiting out as you cum hard. Gregor presses his mouth to yours, swallowing your scream, and you bite down on his bottom lip as you ride out your high. When the aftershocks have finally subsided, you slump against the wall as Gregor pulls his hand from between your legs, and he holds you up, resting his chin on your shoulder as he pants against your skin.
“I… still don’t like you.”
He chuckles. “Keep telling yourself that, love.”
When your breathing finally steadies and your legs become usable again, he stands back, watching you as you straighten. You try to recompose yourself, smoothing your hair, and he grins. You roll your eyes at him, and he chuckles, leaning down to whisper in your ear.
“Looks like I won that bet.” He kisses you on the cheek, which infuriatingly makes your face flush with heat. You glare at him as he turns to leave, but you grab his arm again.
His expression is puzzled, and you relish in it as you step closer to grip his rock-hard length on the outside of his pants, making him gasp. You whisper directly into his ear, ensuring only he’ll hear.
“Wait five minutes and then follow me outside. I’ll have a cab waiting.”
“What for?”
You kiss him, running your tongue over the inside of his lip before patting his cheek, enjoying the way he groans and the surprised look on his face.
“Double or nothing. But this time you can't use your fingers.”
A/N: This ficlet got re-written and turned into a multi-part VERY SMUTTY series you can find here: The Blitz Series
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