CHAPTER 2. PAGE 23. |
A MAN'S DRIPPING HOLSTER
featuring ⋆.˚ Space Bandit!Mattheo x Thief!Reader, 18+ Content MDNI
summary ⋆.˚ You were a little fox among the sea of ignorant wealthy folks, stealing their jewels without a second thought. You should be punished for your crimes, and who better then the local colonel; well, if he really is the colonel.
word count ⋆.˚ 2.8k themes ⋆.˚ gunplay, degradation names (whore), piv, restraints, swearing, exhibitionism, uniform kink, petnames, orgasms ari's voice mail ⋆.˚ This was supposed to be posted yesterday, but I was really busy, so here it is now! Thank you for being patient with me 🥹
event masterlist. kinktober 25`
Shit… Just great! Perfect! Out of all days to be chased by storm troopers, it just had to be today!
Your airways felt dry from the constant panting, you don’t know how long you’ve been running from those morons. You started to regret listening to your brain instead of your gut tonight.
There was a sudden chance of escape, a strip between the buildings seemed cluttered enough to slow down their chase. So, you zagged into the industrial alleyways of Canto Bight, storm troopers still high on your tail along with their horrendous aim.
You had to admit, trying to rip off some of the pompous wine guzzling members of the wealthy might not have been one of your best ideas, especially when they had strong connections to the largest crime syndicates within the galaxy. Bunch of drunkards they were, but you were quite mistaken to mingle and fool their crowd whilst in the presence of an imperial soldier—one that was quite high of rank actually.
The moment he took notice of your intentions he immediately jumped from his spot in the velvet cushions and alarmed all reporting soldiers of your presence—you had to hand it to him, there were prostitutes clinging to both of his arms, the plush of their blushed bosom pressed against his clothed elbow, he must have some real self-restraint if he was still thinking about work while those beauts were leeching onto him like that; but before he could let out a signal to the other troops, you dashed outta there, a cloud of dust left in your tracks.
Which takes us back to your current predicament, being chased through the streets of casino city, where your gambling debt dreams come true, and being captured certainly wasn’t on your brochure. Canto Bight was known for the rich and famous, and possibly the foolish who’d like to rub shoulders amongst the prosperous crowds; you might not have wished to reach the path of stardom, but you were definitely a dumbass to even think about snatching some goods and getting out of there alive.
You were only staying for a pit stop, just a bit of rest before you head back to the open tides of space. But the shimmers and shines of priceless loot were singing your name. Hence why you were zooming past stacks of junk, trying to make it to the other side of this alleyway without being caught; however, you managed to get cornered at the intersection, a three-way strip, each blocked by a trooper—just when you thought of going back the way you came in, a silhouette of white made itself noticeable at the corners of your sight.
Last thing you saw was the broken tiles and scaffolding in the undeveloped street; that was before they jumped you, covering your vision with a clothed bag. A harsh tug locked you in a mechanical cuff, an annoying beep signaling that it was properly locked, now you were being dragged to who knows where.
You could sense that there were at least two soldiers on either side of you, one with a firm hold on your forearm, while the other you could assume was holding a blaster at the ready. The walk to wherever they planned to take you had gone for very long, even with the bag blocking your sight, you could tell that you were no longer on the littered streets. Sounds of chatter and music were long gone, a tense aura made it difficult to breath properly, or maybe that was just the barrier between you and the air; but the stiff cold feeling was obvious, a bone-chilling puddle pooled with unease in your stomach, would you be able to escape this unscathed? You assumed you were taken to an imperial military base, after hearing the passing sound of other soldiers marching with a fairly loud clanking from their boots.
The sudden burst of air from a tightly sealed iron blast door told you that this was either a holding cell—which you prayed it was—or the more unfortunate option, a general’s office.
The troop to your left had pulled you into a halt—if it weren’t for the their hold on you, you’d probably be on your ass.
“Let her go,” a voice of a man ordered the soldiers and you were finally released from their grip; the sudden lighting flashed your eyes when they snatched that stinking bag off your face.
“Make yourselves scarce, so I may discipline our guest.” His command echoed across the steel chambers, the quick stomping of remaining soldiers exited from behind you, and the hopeless sizzling of a blast door sealing grew the anxiousness within your veins.
It took some time for your vision to adapt, but when it did, you were faced with a rather tall man, shoulders broad and his back turned towards you. He was dressed in an admiral’s attire, all black, uniform orderly and tucked in, and topped with an imperial cap on his head. His hands were clasped behind his back, but you noticed the callouses and dirt etched in the nails. Was this guy really some higher-up?
Before you could say a peep, he shifted, slowly his features became obvious as his torso faced you.
What the kark…
And that’s when it clicked, that smug smirk, prominent jawline, curled chocolate dipped hair, and that animalistic glint in his eyes, you knew he had you right where he wanted you.
“Mattheo Riddle-” Spitting his name like it was venom on your tongue. “Ah-ah-ah! That’s General Riddle to you, little mouse.” The cocky upturn of his lips didn’t hide how amusing he found this situation.
“The hell are you doing here? And what’s with the shitty costume?” You and Mattheo didn’t have the most friendly relationship, rather the two would always be at the other’s necks, always trying to out do each other when it came to heists. You weren’t friends, not even rivals, you’d rather kiss a Bantha than admit seeing him as an equal; he was a laser-brained bandit that didn’t know how to get out of your way.
You were utterly sick of his idiocies, trying to get up your ass whenever he bumped into you at a cantina, the term personal space meant nothing to the tall man as the leather of his belt grazed the softness of your waist, sighs and challenges tumbling from his lips, fueling your adrenaline. However, to his misery, he never succeeded in getting you into his bed, not once; his favourite girly was a tough one, and to say he enjoyed it was underplaying his emotions, he reveled in your anger, the knot in your brows, fire deep within those glaring pupils, and every little insult that you threw his way.
The day he received a smack across the face for saying something across the line was when he finally knew how obsessed he had gotten; like a normal person, he should have yelled back, maybe start a fight, or simply walk away coolly like what his friend might have done, but he wasn’t normal for you, blood rushed down his veins, an angry bulge pressed against his trousers as he massaged the abused skin on his cheek, a thrilling grin made it’s way to his face. What’d he do to fuck that irritated scowl in the cockpit of his ship, while the erotic vibrations of your moans are left forgotten in the middle of space. You weren’t exactly aware of the man’s fantasies, you assumed he had a similar hatred for you, just as you did for him, and any advancements in your ‘relationship’ ended there.
Hard leather soles clapped against the metallic grounds as he got closer, you stood there with annoyance evident on your face. “Good girls shouldn’t take what doesn’t belong to them.” Cold fingers traced across the shell of your ear, not even a trace of his smirk faded as he tried to get another rise.
“You haven’t answered me.” The glare from under your pretty lashes did nothing except excite the ‘general,’ his fingertips began to trod lower along your pulse. “A general has no business answering a criminal. In fact, you should be punished for your crimes, sweetheart.”
His knuckle pressed along your throat, hooking under your chin to get a better view of his prisoner. “As a thief, you should atone for your crimes, shouldn’t you? You’ll take the duty of cleaning my blaster.” It sounds simple enough, but you knew him, far to well to know that he would make you suffer. Suddenly, a chill riddled across your spine, pulling the hairs of your skin to its ends, what would he do to you…?
Before you could counter, the hooks of your belt fell to the ground, the drop echoed in the room as the edges of your pants slowly gave in to gravity. “What the hell?!” Your hands flew to your falling pants, but not before Mattheo held the connection of your cuffs in place, “are you going to defy orders, miss criminal?” You wish you could punch that smirk off his face, yet the heat of his breath fanning into your ears held you at a still position. His voice was low, but soft, it was hard to ignore the wetness between your thighs as he stood impossibly close.
Time wasn’t on Mattheo’s side, he knew he didn’t have long to enjoy this rare moment, so he scooped you over his shoulder, you let out a yelp in response while he smacked your pantie covered ass.
“Riddle!” A sting of cold chilled metal burned into the fat of your bottom, you were sat on the disregarded screens with Mattheo standing between your spread thighs.
Calloused finger nipped at your entrance, your panties already soaking from the foreplay of his voice vibrating in your core. “Wh–ah!–what’s gotten into you?!”
“I’ve been waiting far too long for you to complain now.” Ripping the barrier to your sweet cunt in an instant, tossing it somewhere behind him as his eyes bore at your wet succulent heat.
In a hurry, he removed his gun from the confinement of its holster, unloading the power sack to avoid any accidents.
You sat there in anticipation, what was he planning? The glass screen under you stimulated the contrasted heat of your pussy. Your wrists still burning from the restraints, as you willingly spread your knees apart for him, slowly piecing together his intentions with weapon in hand.
He scoffed a chuckle at your eagerness, “didn’t know you were such a naughty girl,” pulling you from your thigh as his lips crept down your neck, lips hovering over the sensitive skin while the muzzle collected the slick between your thighs, already so dripping wet.
“Ngh-!” Cool thin metal tubes from the blaster stimulated your warm throbbing clit, swiping in swift motion. “Be a good girl f’me, yeah?” It came out in a heated breath, he sounded so aroused, turned on from the once in a light-year spectacle in front of him, how long was this asshole dreaming of this, you wondered… His movements never ceased, the front sight edge of his gun teased your slimy folds, the entire thing was already soaked in all of you.
Without warning, the muzzle entered your system, it wasn’t an ordinary blaster, its front end was rather long with a single edge prodding at the tip for better aim, said edge was scrapping your insides, gummy walls closing around the object, eagerly sucking it in for more, you could lie as much as you pleased, however your body told Mattheo how much you desired this.
“It’s too much!” Your head found placement on his stiff clothed shoulder, holding in every urge to cry out the moans, lips feverly bitten till the taste of iron spread atop your buds.
“Please! Please!” Pleads fell on deaf ears as your punisher pressed the tubes in deeper, thrusting in and out of your noisy cunt. The esteemed office of a general was now invaded with lustful indecent symphonies of a thief; for every plap that shook under you, the blaster’s speed never broke, and after a single twist, changing the positioning of the penetrating object, your back cried out in an arch, bottled up moans spilling from your throat as the gun impaled you without effort.
Drool spilling from the corners of your mouth, vibrations of pleasure shook through you, Mattheo found the picture perfect sight right in front of him, if you were so fucked out from a hunk of junk, then what would you do on his mouth or his fingers. The thought plagued him and as he considered to try it out, when a man came through the blast doors in a hurry; the sounds of the current deeds at hand clouded your brain, whatever that had happened behind you went unnoticed. But you did find his thrusts to slow, the change of pace prompted your lids to open—you weren’t even sure when you closed your eyes—”’ttheo,” questioning the sudden change, while his glare was set on the blast door, “couldn’t you have waited longer?” stating exasperatedly.
“Now is not the time to be fucking your girlfriend. Where on a bloody mission!” That’s when you realized someone else was present, and here you were legs wide open and a gun inside you; cuffed arms smacked Mattheo at the chest, your entire face was painted red and quietly begged him to retreat the weapon from your entrance.
The bandit looked once at his partner before scoffing and hesitantly pulling out the object from you, “didn’t even get to finish.” Licking your slick from the muzzle, staring at your mortified eyes in contest, “hurry up, storm troopers could get here any minute, it’s only a matter of time before they realize the real general is missing.” The unknown man behind you warned, whoever he was, he sounded like a pain. “Cut me some slack, it’s like you don’t know what fun is. Go on ahead of me, I’ll be right out.” Sending a wink your way while he locked in the gun on his holster.
“We don’t have much time, so get your crap together.” Mystery man exited the door and Mattheo mocked his last words like a child.
“C’mere,” He pulled your legs in, chest against chest as the rock pressing against you said all you needed to know, “5 minutes should be enough,” a dumb smirk made its way to his face.
Not long did he undo his belt and zipper, cock girthy and whipped out on your cunt, no time was wasted, his shaft slapped against your insides with no retaliation, your linked arms over his head, locking him in as screams cried from you, imposing thrusts increased for every second that passed.
“So tight even after—fuck!” Tip kissing your cervix for ever smack against his balls, ass turning red from the abuse of his insane speed. Arm wrapped around your middle as he sought for your release, biting on your shoulder trying not to cum instantly inside the walls that milked his length of its load.
“You enjoy this—hah—don’t you? Gettin’ fucked stupid on the general’s cock like a filthy whore,” he spat as the rhythm of his hip grew erratic, “bet you dream of this day and night. My personal cock holster—shit!”
All that was argued back was the breathy moans and a tear stroked face as you felt your climax nearing. Nails piercing his uniform; the moment you saw him in this outfit, something inside clicked, you didn’t know how wet you’d get just from seeing the man you hated the most all dashed up and tidy.
Your orgasm crashed like a wave through your body, legs violently spasming as his thrusts sped to chase his release, spilling his semen down your insides, dripping onto the technology you used as a makeshift table.
“Fuck that was so hot…” Head against head as the two tried to catch a breath, “round two?” You smacked him square from the back of his head with the restraints on your wrists, “get this bullshit off of me!”
“Yes, ma’am,” obliging to his pissed of prisoner.
Now you were cuff-free and slicked wet with his and your release, trying to make yourself look decent before escaping this hell hole, maybe kicking Mattheo in the ass as payback, but before you could even give that idiot an earful, he was already dashing out the door, “Hey!”
“Sorry, princesses! My admirers are waiting!” Throwing a wink your way before scramming down the clanky hallways, the sound of blasters nearing, oh shit, you chased after him in hopes to escape with his crew; if he managed to get in, then you were pretty sure he had a plan to get out. You just didn’t anticipate the things that’d come your way afterwards…
TO BE CONTINUED…
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