#crosshair smut
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I'll Show You Heaven
Pairing: Crosshair x F!Reader
Summary: Crosshair was always someone of interest to you, much to the other clones’ dismay. When he hears a Reg disrespecting you, he doesn’t hesitate to step in. You were told that there was no point trying to fix him, but you knew you could handle dangerous; although it turned out that to you, he wasn’t dangerous at all.
Warnings: This is very much 18+ Minors do not interact! Alcohol and smoking mentions; drunk clones being assholes including one putting the reader in a dangerous/uncomfortable situation but nothing happens! Smut - masturbation, Crosshair having dirty thoughts, oral (m and f receiving), biting/marking, unprotected p in v - wrap it before you tap it!!, praise kink, one instance of Cross being too rough but he corrects it, porn with feelings, language, tons of compliments/pet names, jealous maybe slightly protective Crosshair
Notes: Very slightly based on the song I Can Fix Him (No Really I Can)
Word Count: ~6.4k
Taglist: None, let me know if you'd like to be added!
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It was just another day. The haze of smoke lingering in the bar, the loud laughter and chatter amongst the patrons, and him.
You had gotten to know most of the regulars at 79s, including Clone Force 99, but you never made it a point to become their friend. The clones, usually drunk, would flirt with you endlessly, but never the 99s. They kept to themselves, and you had learned over the months that they weren't very popular with the others.
You hadn't considered there were social hierarchies among the clones, but you supposed they were no different than any other group of people.
You traced the smoke back to the tall, silver-haired man. He sat at one of the tall tables, not quite facing the bar, but enough that you could see his sharp features silhouetted by the pulsing lights.
He never looked pleased to be there, he seemed to have a permanent scowl, and you couldn't even recall a time where he said more than three words at a time, and none of them kind.
And while these might be negative traits to most, but to you, these traits mixed with his deep brown eyes that you had caught on you once or twice, and the smirk that came along with it, the expression of an all-too-confident man, only helped to draw you in to him.
You had a feeling that he was one to put up a front, wall himself in so that he didn't appear vulnerable. it made sense for a soldier, but there was a part of you that wanted to see what he was like when the walls came down.
"Hey! Cyar'ika!" You heard from behind you, you turned to face the clone holding his glass up to you. "You gonna give me a top up or stare at the reject squad all night?"
You rolled your eyes and turned to him too quickly to see the sharp glare of the man you were just staring at point at the rowdy clone. After refilling his glass, you set it down in front of him and gave him a warning, "Everyone is welcome in my bar, and everyone gets attended to while they're here. Understood, trooper?"
Before he could answer, you walked toward the centre of the bar, making a point to keep an eye on all your patrons so they wouldn't also get the wrong idea about who was getting more attention. Your eyes naturally wandered back to where the 99s were sitting, briefly meeting with the same brown eyes you had been silently admiring just moments ago, the tattooed crosshairs outlining one of them perfectly.
He turned his head back toward the rest of his squad but you could almost see him glance at you through the corner of his eyes at least once before you were called away again.
"Y'know what?" The loud clone called out again, "I think you should just come home with me. I could make you forget all about them." He jerked his head toward the 99s.
"And I think you've had too much to drink." You chided, ignoring his request for another top up.
"C'mon," He groaned. "If you're gonna cut me off, you should at least make it up to me. Wanna come home with a real man? I bet those 99s could never measure up to us if you get my meaning. Whattaya say, copikla?
Several clones laughed at his words, your Mando'a wasn't perfect, but based on their laughs, you assumed it wasn't nice.
Before you could get security to kick him out, you heard a chair scrape against the floor and then the crack of knuckles on flesh. You didn't even see the tall clone cross the bar before he was laying into the loud one.
You ran out from behind the bar and tried to pull him back, as much as you didn't want to, you also didn't want him to be permanently banned either.
Once he noticed you pulling his arm back, he stopped.
"What's going on?" One of the security guards had come over, hearing the commotion.
"Nothing," you said before gesturing to the floor, "He had too much to drink. Best if he goes home."
The security looked at you carefully, making sure you were okay before helping the clone to his feet and walking him out of the bar.
You sighed and returned back to where you were standing before, watching the other clones glare but cautiously move out of the way of the 99.
He started walking back to his table before pausing and turning to look at you, his features almost seeming softer now.
"You didn't have to cover for me." He said, a toothpick lodged between his lips.
You shrugged, "He was getting on my nerves, deserved the punch if you ask me. As long as you’re okay, I’m okay." You smiled up at him.
You could handle yourself, you've been working at 79s for a while, you knew how unruly people could get when alcohol was involved, and as much as you could handle people yelling at you, you didn't like when your regulars hurled insults at groups who were just minding their own business. Especially when, to your understanding, they got enough of that back on their homeworld.
He hummed in response.
"Can I get you guys anything?" You asked after a brief silence had fallen.
"No, we're heading out. See you around." Almost on cue, the rest of his crew stood up and began to leave.
— — —
“You shouldn't have done that.” Hunter warned him quietly when they had returned to the Marauder.
Crosshair shoved past him to get into the ship.
“Regs will always take each other's side, if you get reported for starting a fight…”
“Again,” Tech chimed in.
“I'll deal with it if it happens. Regs are probably too drunk to remember anyway.”
“Why'd you attack him, anyway?” Wrecker asked.
His eyebrows furrowed, “Didn't you hear him? He was treating her like his little pet.”
The others looked at each other, seemingly sharing the same thought between them.
Hunter's voice didn't betray his thoughts, “Even still, you should go back and apologize. Probably scared the poor girl.”
Crosshair rolled his eyes at Hunter's order.
“No promises.”
He went to his bunk and discarded his armour, laying on his bunk in his blacks. He couldn't seem to get your face out of his head. The way your eyes met, how you took his side even though his squad was right, he did start the fight. Your smile when you made sure that he was okay.
This wasn't the first time he had seen you, but it was the first time the two of you had ever spoken; he didn't do small talk, Hunter and Wrecker did.
But he wanted to talk to you again, he wanted to see you again, see you smiling up at him.
The more you crept into his thoughts, the more he couldn't get you to leave.
Eventually with the solitude of his bunk, his thoughts got the better of him. He imagined how you would look, naked and squirming under him. How you'd taste, how you'd feel around him.
He couldn't shoo these thoughts away, he found himself palming his cock over his blacks at the thought of you taking it into your mouth.
He had been with others before, but it was rare for him to feel like this. Usually when he’s with someone it’s just to get his own release, but thinking of you was different. He wanted to make you come, to hear you cry for him, to feel you come on his cock, on his fingers, whatever you’d allow.
He wanted you, all of you. And he couldn’t stand the thought of some Reg pretending to flatter you just to get you into his bunk. You deserved better than that, you deserved someone who would treat you right, make you feel good, someone who could be good for you. Someone like him.
He reached his hand into his blacks, pulling himself out and stroking it. He let his mind continue to wander, imagining everything all over again as a loop. He thought of your voice, telling him how good he was, telling him how he was made for you, how no one else could satisfy you like him. He thought of marking your neck, your tits, your thighs.
As he began to reach his climax, he stroked himself faster, he thought about filling you up with his release, he didn’t know where, whether it was your throat or your cunt, he just knew he wanted to come inside you.
This thought sent him over the edge as he spilled out over his hand with a groan.
He knew it wasn't right to think this way, he didn't even know you, but he also knew there was no way for you to know what was going through his mind.
But would it be so bad if you did?
— — —
Something about his expression when he finally came back to the bar was different than it had been a few days ago. Not bad by any means, just not how he normally looked.
Part of it was likely due to the fact that he was in civilian clothes instead of his armour, nut most of all, his ever-present scowl seemed softer, and he didn't wear a smirk when he noticed you looking at him, instead he almost seemed nervous.
He walked toward the bar and sat on one of the stools, scanning to make sure none of the gathering clones were the one from a few rotations ago.
"Can I get you something?" You asked him with a smile.
He blinked like he still somehow wasn't expecting you to talk to him after what happened, but then shook his head. "No, nothing."
He sighed, looking down at the counter in front of him. "I wanted to..."
You looked at him, eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
"My actions the other day, that wasn't okay."
Your face softened into a small smile. "Don't worry about it, nothing to apologize for."
"Did the Reg apologize to you?"
"Oh, no I haven't seen him, but like I said, nothing to apologize for. I'm used to it." You told him nonchalantly. His gaze snapped up to meet yours and his eyes narrowed.
"Used to it? Being drunk doesn't give them an excuse to be assholes to you." His voice raised slightly.
"Really, it's fine. I'm just sorry you had to hear him talk about your squad like that for so long."
He laughed quietly and used your words back at you, "We're used to it."
Neither of you said anything for a bit. You worked on pouring another glass for one of the other patrons at the bar and then turned back to face him.
"I see you guys around here often, but until the other day, you and I have never spoken, I'd like to change that.” your kind smile at him caused his heart to pound in his chest, but when he didn't answer, you continued. “You have a name, trooper?"
"Crosshair."
You smirked then told him yours.
"Where's the rest of your squad today?"
"They stayed back, wanted me to make sure you were okay. But since you are, I should be going."
He was out of the stool and heading toward the door before you could convince him to stay. He needed to clear his head, it wasn't like him to feel so reserved and shy, but he felt your presence hammering on the walls he had built for himself and he didn't know if he was ready for them to come down.
You watched him as he left and smiled to yourself. Was he really concerned about your opinion of him so much that he came all the way here just to apologize? Or maybe he just wanted to make sure the other trooper kept his distance. Either way, seeing him was always a treat, and now you had a name to go with his face.
"I'd be careful of him." One of the clones said, pulling you out of your thoughts.
"What do you mean?"
"Clone Force 99 isn't known for following rules. They have the highest success rate out of any squad, but the way they complete their missions goes against most protocols we have. That one, Crosshair, he's their sniper, a dangerous one at that, and definitely not a friendly sort of person, someone you don't want to get on the bad side of. Not someone you can just fix with that pretty smile of yours."
You listened to him as he warned you, but even still, Crosshair and his squad intrigued you. You wanted to get to know them better.
Crosshair had caught your eye from the moment you had first seen him, and now the gap between you was finally starting to close.
You wanted to be his friend, but you were also curious about being more than that. You wanted to see what he was like when the two of you were alone. Was he sweet? Was he demanding? Was he some mix of both?
You wanted to know what his lips would feel like, what he would taste like, how he'd feel. Thoughts that sparked a flame in your core. You didn't know if you'd ever get an answer to any of them, but the world worked in mysterious ways.
— — —
Once everyone had cleared out and you got some cleaning done, it was finally time to go home.
It was late, too late to be wandering around the understreets of Coruscant alone, but you knew the most direct way back to your apartment, and had a blaster set to stun, just in case.
You turned down the alleyway, and you saw a figure push itself off the wall and walk toward you.
"Awful late, isn't it?" You could hear the faint accent of a clone, and the audible slurring of one that had too much to drink.
"Come on, copikla, let me walk you home."
He stumbled toward you. When he came into the light, you could see the black eye that Crosshair had given him, still purple and blue despite the days that had passed.
"I'm fine, thank you."
"Don't be like that, I wanted to apologize and do something nice for you. C'mon." He got closer to you and you felt your hand shake as you reached for your blaster.
"There's no need for that," He told you when you had the blaster fixed on him. "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Then go back to your barracks, trooper."
He smirked, "Y'see the other day, your friend from the reject squad, he gave me this-" He said as he pointed to his eye. "All because I gave you a compliment, so really, you o-"
Before he could finish his sentence you saw a blue bolt whiz past you, hitting the clone and stunning him.
You turned to see where it came from and at the other side of the alleyway, Crosshair stood with a pistol drawn.
He walked toward you, "He hasn't had a very good week." He pointed out, looking at the clone on the ground before bending down to look at his armour, looking for his identifier.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting his ID. He'll probably be sent back to Kamino for a while for breaking protocol."
He brought his comm up to his face. "Tech, I’m sending you coordinates and a trooper ID, arrange a pickup."
"Copy." You heard the distorted voice through the comm link before Crosshair began typing in numbers.
"You seem confused." He said, looking at you now.
"I thought your squad didn't care about rules and protocol."
He smirked, "Regs have been talking about us, huh? That's true, we do our own thing and don't take orders very well but.. we wouldn't put a civ in danger in a dark alleyway, he should have known better."
"Well, thank you for helping me, but.. how did you know I'd be here?"
"I didn't. After I left the bar earlier, I went back to our ship, but there aren't many places there to think quietly so I went for a walk."
"I see. I guess it's a good thing you were here. I have a blaster for my own safety, but I froze." You looked at the gun in your hand and sighed.
"Don't worry about it, the Coruscant guard will be here before long to deal with him.”
He turned on his heels and began walking away and you watched him before looking down.
“Crosshair?” You called out before he could get too far.
He turned to look at you again but didn't say anything.
“I'm not too far but.. could you walk with me? I just…” You trailed off looking at the stunned clone at your feet.
He walked back over to you, “Of course.”
He was silent for the remainder of the walk, but he walked with you to your door.
"Would you like to come in?" You asked as you punched in the key code.
"You sure?"
You nodded and the door hissed open, you walked in, followed by Crosshair.
He looked around your place, it was small but it was inviting.
He knew he should have just gone back to the Marauder, but part of him wanted to make sure you felt safe, and another, much more hidden part of him thought that if you had invited him in, maybe his thoughts of you hadn't been as one-sided as he thought.
"Make yourself at home." You told him.
He sat on the small sofa in the living room, his arm draped over the back, and you stared at him, remembering what the clone had said at the bar. If Crosshair really was someone to look out for, you didn't see it. You would even go as far as to say that he was being kind to you.
"Like what you see?" He asked when he caught you staring at him, his tone slightly huskier now that he was indoors.
You rolled your eyes, and walked over toward the couch, sitting at the opposite end from him, but turned to look at him.
"What does copikla mean? I know cyar'ika and mesh'la because I get those a lot from the regulars, but that guy was the only one to call me that."
He looked at you and frowned slightly. "It means cute, but in a way you'd say to a child or a tooka kit, not a woman. That Reg wasn't paying you a compliment when he called you that."
"I see. And that's why you jumped him?"
"I had enough of him long before that point, but yes."
You didn't notice that as you spoke, the more distance had been closed between you and Crosshair until your knees brushed lightly.
"What if it were a compliment?" You asked.
"I guess it depends on how you reacted, if you weren't comfortable." His eyes bore into yours now. "But you seem to like the compliments from the Regs."
You shrugged, "As I said earlier, I'm used to it."
His hand moved toward you, gently caressing your face. You could feel the calluses on his fingertips brush against your skin and you leaned into his touch.
"Would you react the same if I complimented you?" He asked, his voice a little more than a whisper.
"You could try." You answered. “See what happens.”
His hand traveled down to rest on the side of your neck, with his thumb stroking your jawline.
He shifted slightly closer to you, eyes half-lidded. Your heart was pounding in your chest, and you were certain he could hear it with how quiet it was in the room.
Crosshair leaned over to you and looked into your eyes, looking for any hint of hesitation, and when he didn't find any, he pulled you into a kiss. It wasn't demanding, but it wasn't gentle either. You could tell that this is what he had been thinking about when he said he had to clear his mind.
Neither of you had been sure if the other wanted this, but when your lips connected, you both figured it out.
His tongue pushed into your mouth and he swallowed the moan you gave when you tasted him.
His other hand had made its way over to you, resting on your waist. Your hands rested on his chest at first, but slowly wrapped around the back of his neck, drawing him closer.
He sat back to look at you, leaned against the arm of the couch, lips starting to swell, pupils dilated, and he smirked.
"You're beautiful." He told you. You knew he was trying to get a reaction from you, but his voice was sincere.
You could feel yourself getting warmer, and your stomach beginning to coil with the dull ache you felt between your legs.
You slid off the couch and gently took his hand, pulling him up with you.
He seemed confused for a moment, so you clarified.
"Figured you'd want somewhere a bit more comfortable."
His smirk returned, "Presumptuous of you."
"If I'm wrong, we can continue to sit here."
"Oh no, you’re not wrong. Lead the way, mesh'la."
You had heard the Mando'a compliments so many times they didn't even feel like real words to you, but Crosshair saying it brought new life.
When you didn't move, he leaned in to kiss you, but you ducked out of the way and began walking to your room.
He watched you walk away, slightly offended when you dodged his kiss, but that disappeared when he looked at your hips swaying, beckoning him to follow you.
When you walked into your bedroom, you turned on the lamp beside your bed before sitting with your back to the pillows, watching the door for him.
He entered slowly and you finally took a good look at him. He seemed much taller in your apartment than he did at the bar. You eyed him from head to toe, feeling your core clench slightly when you noticed the raised outline of his crotch straining against his jeans.
"Come here," you said, your voice low.
He walked around to the end of your bed, crawling over you with one leg on either side of your ankles.
"Closer." You breathed.
He moved upward, hovering parallel to your hips, eyes fixed on your core.
"Good boy,." You praised him. You didn't expect him to groan at that, but as if something ignited in him, he dipped down, kissing your stomach, then your hips, and moving down to kiss your thighs before hooking his fingers into the waistband of your jeans, looking up at you to ask permission.
"Yes, please, Crosshair."
He worked your jeans and panties off in one fell swoop, throwing them to a corner somewhere once they were off. You gasped when you felt his lips on your upper thigh, slowly trailing higher.
You arched your back slightly, desperate to feel him, but he smirked against your leg, biting into the soft flesh, before kissing the mark he had left.
He moaned when he felt your fingernails scratch against his scalp, trying to guide his head when you needed him.
He left another mark on your other thigh before licking a stripe from that mark all the way to your centre.
Your back arched again, pulling his face closer to you.
"You like that, mesh'la?" His voice vibrating against you.
"Y-yes!" You threw your head back in pleasure when you felt his tongue circle your entrance before swiping up between your folds, tasting all you had to give him.
"G-good boy, keep... keep going."
His hands found their way to your hips, holding them in place, you were certain that he was going to leave bruises on each one but you didn't care.
His lips clasped around your clit and he sucked so hard you saw stars, and then he went back to using his tongue, circling the bud slowly, trying to pull every moan from you that he could.
"Say it again." He said against your centre.
"Say what again?" You teased, knowing exactly what he wanted.
"Call me a-" He licked you up and down again, not finishing his question.
"Oh, you want me to call you a good boy?" You asked sweetly.
He rutted his hips against the bed as his tongue dove into you.
You cried out his name. The intensity of him drinking you up had begun to build and with it, you could feel yourself beginning to come undone. You were so close, you could feel your walls clench around his tongue, and he pulled it out.
You looked down at him in time to see his hand slide down from your hip, and he planted two fingers inside you, curling them against your walls.
"Go-good, you're so good, Crosshair, know just what I want."
He groaned, grinding against the bed again before adding another finger, drawing a cry from your lips.
His thumb took over for his tongue against your clit as his long fingers worked on opening you up. He placed gentle, yet desperate kisses wherever he could, nipping at your soft flesh.
"Cro-Crosshair I- I'm so close."
He sucked another mark onto your thigh and groaned when he felt your hand tighten around his hair.
Your hips bucked as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your release.
"That's it, come all over my fingers." His voice coaxed you further, "Let me feel you."
His tongue went back to your center, working circles around you again as your walls continued to clench around him.
It didn't take much else to pull the orgasm out of you, you cried out his name as you came undone, legs twitching and hips bucking as he continued to work you through it.
He pulled his fingers out of you, and kissed your center once again before leaving a trail of kisses up toward your neck, slowly lifting your shirt as he went before it, too, was thrown into the corner of your room. He nipped and kissed the sensitive skin, leaving you another mark before kissing your jawline and lips once more.
He was perched above you, leaning on one of his elbows while he straddled your hips, his jeans doing little to hide the feeling of his stiffness pressing into you.
“How was that, beautiful?” He asked you, a smirk plastered on his face.
“Perfect,” you replied. “I think you deserve some attention now too, for being so good to me.” He bucked his hips involuntarily into you.
He brought his hand up to cup your face. His fingers still wet from your slick. He rested them against your lips before pushing them past. You moaned against his digits as he pressed them against your tongue, making you taste yourself. You circled each of his fingers with your tongue before sucking on them gently. He pressed his head into where your shoulder and neck meet as he reluctantly pulled his fingers out of your mouth, thinking of nothing else but how your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.
“Do you want me to fuck you, cyar'ika?”
“Gods, yes, but first I want to taste you.”
His cock twitched against his jeans.
“I didn't know you could read minds.” He said, his voice low.
“I can't, I just know how I want to reward my good boy.”
Before he could say anything else, he got up from you and sat back on his heels, undoing the button on his jeans, and unzipping them just enough to relieve some of the strain.
You sat up and crawled toward him, resting your hands on his thighs, looking up at him for any sign of discomfort before you pulled on the waistband.
“You know, it's not very fair that you're so covered and I'm not.” You told him with a mischievous glint in your eye.
“No? Well, we can fix that.” He quickly pulled his shirt off before throwing it aside, revealing his toned chest. Your hands brushed against his abdomen and he sighed. You began idly tracing the outlines of his muscles and scars, and he took your chin between his fingers and tilted your face up to his, kissing you gently at first then with more passion. You felt him bite your bottom lip and you moaned into his mouth. Your hands glided across his skin before finding the waistband of his jeans again.
Without breaking the kiss, he helped you to disrobe him, and when you pulled down on his briefs, he sucked in a breath, feeling his cock spring free.
You looked down at it and instinctively parted your lips slightly, feeling your pussy clench around nothing in anticipation.
“You just going to stare at it all night?” He asked you.
You shook your head, “Can't wait to taste you, to feel you fuck my mouth.”
You saw his cock twitch at your words and you looked up at him with a smirk. “Is that what you want?”
Instead of answering, he laced his fingers through your hair, guiding you down toward him. You were bent over, using your elbows for support with your ass in the air.
“I could get used to this view,” Crosshair said. You didn't have to look up to know he was staring at your ass, but you pulled his gaze back to the back of your head when you kissed the side of his length. His breath hitched at each gentle kiss you gave him, and you heard him try to subdue a moan when you licked a stripe along the vein at the bottom all the way to the head, cleaning up any pre-cum that had already begun to spill out.
“F-Fuck,” He sputtered.
You peered up at him through your lashes and his grip tightened around your hair, trying his hardest to not buck his hips and force himself into your mouth.
Your tongue swirled around his head before you took it into your mouth.
He whispered your name as he guided you further down onto him, and you took him inch by inch.
You couldn't fit him all, you felt yourself gag slightly when he got to the back of your throat, which earned another moan from him, and you wrapped one hand around whatever had been left out.
“Gods, you're taking me so well, wanna feel you gag on me again.”
You moaned around him as he began using your mouth. He bucked his hips into you as he brought your head further down onto him. Your throat closed around him once again and you felt tears prick in the corner of your eyes.
You ran your tongue across the bottom of him again, bobbing your head up and down on him, swallowing around him, sucking on him, all while he was bucking his hips into you.
His thrusts started to quicken, becoming slightly more erratic, and you gave a warning tap on his leg, you couldn't take him that quickly. He understood and slowed down.
“S-Sorry, beautiful, didn't mean to hurt you, I'm just getting close..”
You removed your hand from the base of his length and gently caressed his balls as you continued bobbing on his cock.
“Gonna make me- I'm gonna come down your throat if you- if you keep that up.” He said between pants.
You hummed around him and kept going. You felt him begin to tighten up and you could hear quiet curses fall from his lips.
He moaned your name as your cheeks hollowed out around him. He stilled inside your mouth, and you felt hot spurts of him hit the back of your throat. You swallowed everything he gave you before pulling off of him, a trail of saliva keeping you connected to him for a moment longer before you sat up on your knees.
He was breathing heavily and when he looked at you, you could still see his eyes full of lust.
“Cyar'ika,” He breathed out. “You are so incredible.”
You leaned forward to kiss him before you felt yourself fall back onto the pillows with him caging you in with his arms.
His kisses were hungry, he pushed his tongue into your mouth, tasting himself and you on your tongue.
“Want to fuck you. Want to be so good for you.” He said almost into your mouth. “Want to hear you scream my name as I come inside you.”
His words elicited another moan from you, and he took the opportunity to push his tongue between your lips again.
His cock began pressing into your leg as you felt him getting hard again.
“Crosshair,” you said quietly. He stopped and looked at you, afraid he might have crossed a line. “Lie down.”
He got up from on top of you and rolled onto his back as you moved to straddle his torso.
You kiss him gingerly on the lips, and then his neck. You felt his hands come up and rest on your hips.
“You gonna be good for me?”
He nodded quickly. You kissed the tip of his nose before positioning yourself above his cock. He bucked his hips once trying to close the distance.
“Patience.” You told him before sinking down on him.
Heaven.
That was the only word that could describe how he felt inside of you. His eyes screwed shut, your tight walls felt like they were suffocating his cock as they fluttered around him and he needed to feel more of it. You threw your head back and he tightened his grip on your hips. You sunk yourself down slowly until he had fully disappeared into you.
Once you had adjusted to how he felt, you moved your hips against him as you leaned over him, seeking out his lips. He kissed you back with fervour as his hands slid around to your back and he bucked his hips to meet your movements.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him back up with you. His face was buried in your chest when you straighted your back, and you could feel his lips press against your breasts, and then his teeth.
You moaned at the feeling, rolling your hips into him faster. His hands glided along your skin back to your hips. He held them tightly as he lifted you off of him slightly before shoving you back down.
“Fuck, Crosshair!” You cried, feeling him even deeper inside you.
He groaned as your walls constricted around him again, this time when he lifted you off of him, he had nearly pulled out completely before slamming himself back in.
You panted out quiet curses as you tightened your arms around him.
“This okay?” He asked you as he did it again.
“Yes, gods, you feel so good. Want you to fuck me harder, feels so good.”
You didn't need to ask him twice. His hands slid up to your back as he eased you down on the bed before putting his hands on either side of your head.. He used his knee to push your leg up, opening you up more for him.
His slammed himself all the way in again, each thrust seeming to reach further and further. Your hands fell above your head and he used the opportunity to grab both of your wrists with his hand, pinning them above you as he drove himself into you again at a brutal pace, relishing in the way your tits bounced with each of his thrusts.
“Gods Crosshair, being such a good boy for me,” you panted.
His lips landed on your neck, kissing you then biting you, leaving another mark on the soft skin.
“You're marking me up so well.” You said as he gave you another love bite just above the last one.
“Gotta make sure everyone knows that you're mine, make sure that trooper knows who you belong to.”
You arched your back with a moan, just as he thrusted into you. With his relentless pace, you knew you wouldn't last much longer, his words were only sending you further over the edge.
“Getting so close, Crosshair,” you said between thrusts.
He answered by bringing his free hand down to rub circles around your clit.
“Come on my cock, wanna feel you come, wanna hear you scream for me.”
The coil tightened again, he felt your walls squeezing him and his breath hitched.
“I'm gonna come with you, angel,” He told you. “Tell me where you want me.”
“Inside, I want to feel you fill me up.”
His grip on your wrists tightened as his pace with his other hand quickened, pulling moans from you with each thrust.
“Pl-please, I'm so cl- so close,” you whined, getting more desperate for your release.
He knew that he couldn't keep going for much longer as his thrusts became more erratic, but he was determined to wait for you.
Your moans grew louder and you clamped around his cock more with each thrust. The build up was getting to be too much, until eventually the knot in your stomach came undone, you screamed his name as your orgasm finally crashed over you.
“That's it, just like that,” He said, his hand moved from your wrists to intertwine his fingers with yours as he thrusted as far into you as he could, spilling into you, painting your walls with his his release.
You both stayed as you were, panting, looking into each other's eyes and then his lips came crashing down onto yours as he pulled himself out of you.
“You're incredible,” you told him, completely blissed out.
“So are you.” He buried his face in your neck, not moving from on top of you.
“Shower?” You asked, and he sighed and nodded into you.
“Please.”
He got up off you and took your hand, waiting for you to lead him.
“I take it you liked the compliments.” He said, more of a statement than a question.
“Hm?”
“Unless that’s how you always act when a clone compliments you.”
You shook your head, “No, that was reserved only for you.”
He had a smug smile as you began to walk to the fresher with him in tow.
“Can't wait to see what the others say when you walk into the bar, with my marks all over you.” He said, grabbing your hips from behind, pulling you back toward him.
“Well, not all over me, but there's still time, if you're good.”
You escaped from his grip and he all but dragged you into the refresher.
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♡ Morning Sex with Hunter and Crosshair (NSFW) ♡
Pairings: Hunter x Fem!Reader & Crosshair Fem!Reader
WC: Around ~700 for each.
Warnings: NSFW, 18+. Smut. Soft morning sex with Hunter and Crosshair (separately). PiV. Oral (male receiving). Soft/fluffy. Established relationship. Bulleted list drabbles.
A/N: Sometimes you wake up and just need to write your thots down. Enjoy some soft morning pleasures with Hunter and Crosshair. Perhaps on Pabu where everyone is safe and stress-free? 💕
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Hunter
You wake with large hands gently caressing your body, warm lips on your shoulder.
Your eyes flutter open and Hunter is gazing at you, his fingers rubbing small circles on your hip, just above your panty line.
“Good morning, mesh’la.” He rumbled, his voice husky from sleep, and perhaps other thoughts that were formulating in his mind as he gazed upon your body.
His look was intense, your body flushing and reacting to his touch as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck.
Hunter breathed in deeply, your scent electrifying him.
One hand slid up under your nightshirt to where your breasts lay, warm and supple under the graze of his fingertips.
You knew exactly what he wanted, he didn’t have to declare it.
You wanted it too.
You whispered his name, your eyes fighting to stay open, not from drowsiness, but from the sensation of his lips on your neck, now sucking gently at your skin, and the bliss from his calloused fingers slowly rolling your pebbled nipple.
Your panties were dampening, his hand now giving your other breast equal attention as his lips moved to yours, a slow languid kiss that perfectly matched the laziness of the morning.
You let out a breathy moan as you felt him press his hardened length against your thigh.
You turned on your side, letting him pull you back against his chest, pressing your ass against his hips as you spooned.
Hunter let out a low groan, bucking his hips into your plush ass, rubbing his cock against your clothed pussy.
Hunter brought a hand over your hip to your center, rubbing slow circles on your clothed clit, feeling the thin material dampen with every pass of his finger.
“So wet for me…” He breathed in your ear, bucking his hips into you again. “So good for me…”
“Hunter, please…” You didn’t need to say much more, he knew what you needed. He always did.
Hunter slipped his hand under your panties, his fingers slipping between your soaked folds, teasing your clit.
Hunter was basking in the scent of your arousal and the soft whimpers escaping your lips, reveling in the subconscious twitches of your body as his finger slipped inside your velvety entrance.
Hunter knew he couldn’t last much longer, needing to feel your soft walls clenching around his cock more and more with each passing second.
He slowly pumped his finger in and out, adding a second as you shuddered against his body.
With a growl, Hunter removed his fingers, shoving down your panties as he lined his cock up with your entrance.
You wiggled your ass, pressing yourself back up against him, slightly shifting your position on your side so he could guide himself in.
You both released a moan as he slid in without resistance.
You twisted your neck back to kiss him as he slowly fucked you, neither of you in a rush to get to your ends.
Hunter slid his hand up and down the side of your body, squeezing in reverence and grunting praises in your ear as he held you.
Feeling his strong body pressed up against yours, his hips moving in tandem with yours was enough for you.
Your body quivered as his thrusts became quicker, his breathing more shallow.
You knew he was close, even at your lazy pace.
Hunter brought a hand to your clit, rubbing quick circles, causing you to arch and mewl at the sudden, intense ecstasy.
“That’s right…” he panted quietly, “come for me, mesh’la.”
You came with a long moan of his name, clenching around his cock as his finger worked your clit, pleasure slowly rolling wave after wave through your body.
Hunter stilled and let out a shaky moan of your name, his cock pulsing and twitching as he filled you with his warmth.
Hunter buried his face into your hair, bringing one arm over you to lace his hand in yours.
You stayed spooning on your side, even as he softened inside of you.
Neither of you wanted to move, basking in the afterglow.
Hunter grunted as he finally slipped out of you, maneuvering you so you were facing him, pulling you into his chest.
“I love you.” He mumbled, his eyelids heavy, the warmth and softness of your body lulling him back into slumber.
“I love you too…” You whispered before falling back asleep in his arms.
Crosshair
You woke first, which was unusual.
Crosshair was generally an early riser, even after all this time.
Delicate sunlight peeked through the curtains, casting a glow on Crosshair’s slumbering form.
The sheets were at his waist, revealing his bare chest that rose and fell slowly.
He looked peaceful, and content, his entire being relaxed.
You smiled, enjoying this rare moment of vulnerability, not wanting to disturb him.
“See something you like?” He drawled, his eyes not opening.
Of course he’s awake.
You smiled, tracing a finger down his pectoral.
“I see a lot that I like.”
Crosshair hummed in response.
You pressed your lips to his collarbone, picking up on the subtle way his breath hitched as you did so.
Crosshair didn’t move, his eyes were still closed.
You began kissing down his body, slowly and with purpose.
Crosshair spent most of last night worshiping your body, always a giver.
It took both of you a long time to get to this point, being so openly vulnerable and letting yourselves be taken care of.
This morning, you wanted, no needed, to take care of him.
You loved how his abdominal muscles twitched under your lips, knowing exactly where his sensitive spots were, though he would never admit having such things.
You kissed down to the waistband of his sleep pants, now straddling his legs.
You gazed up at him, his eyes now open and watching you intently.
A bulge was forming under his pants, proof that he was enjoying your early morning ministrations.
You hooked a finger under the waistline, a tiny nod from him permitting you to keep going.
You pulled down his sleep pants, revealing his half-hard cock.
You kissed the side of his length, loving how soft and warm the skin felt as your tongue flicked out, gently licking the side and up to the head.
Crosshair grunted, his body twitching at the sensation.
You carefully took the head of his cock in your mouth, squeezing his base gently with your hand.
Crosshair gripped the sheets as you slowly bobbed up and down, in no rush to bring him to his end so quickly.
You loved feeling him become fully hard in your mouth, tasting his salty excitement on your tongue as you swirled it around his tip.
Wetness pooled in your core, your pussy throbbing at the quiet groans he was trying to suppress.
With a final long suck and gentle squeeze, you release his cock from your mouth.
Crosshair knew what you wanted, kicking off his sleep pants entirely as you flung your panties behind you.
You fully straddled him, rubbing your wet folds on his soaking cock.
Crosshair gripped your hips, grinding out your name.
“Need you,” you gasped, pressing his tip to your entrance.
Crosshair didn’t say it out loud, but the look in his eyes was telling you the same thing.
He needed you more than you’d ever know.
Crosshair cursed as you sunk on him, taking him fully.
You took a second to get used to the stretch, before slowly rocking your hips down on his.
Crosshair watched as your breasts and body jiggled with every move, your hands pressed to his chest for leverage.
You leaned down, Crosshair meeting you halfway to take your lips on his.
The kiss was fervent, deep, and passionate as your tongues danced, Crosshair matching your thrusts up against you.
You rode him like this for a while, riding him nice and slow, reeling at the sensation of lifting your hips and sliding back down, feeling every part of him filling you to the brim.
You captured one another’s moans, your hips moving beginning to move faster as you ground your clit down on his pelvis.
You moved your hands from his chest to grasp his hands near his head, his fingers weaved with yours.
Crosshair changed the angle of his hips, and based on the way you cried out his name against his mouth, he knew you were on the edge.
He was getting close too, not able to hold on much longer.
“Crosshair I—“
“Me too.”
A few more rolls of your hips and you fell over the precipice, your body shaking and Crosshair’s arms enveloped you, holding you as you quivered and rode out your blinding pleasure.
Pleasure only he could give you, and no one else.
The sensation and sounds of you climaxing rushed him to his end, squeezing you tighter as he came, your name mixed in with choked groans as he pumped you full of his hot release.
You collapsed on top of him, burying your face into his neck.
You sat like that for a moment, catching your breath.
“Good morning.” He mumbled, a smirk in his voice.
You lifted your head, smiling down at him.
“Oh, is it? Tell me, why is it such a good morning?” You teased.
Crosshair chuckled as you rolled off him, tucking yourself into his side.
“Because I have you,” Crosshair mumbled with such sudden sincerity, that you felt your heart do leaps in your chest.
His hand found yours, his lips ghosting your forehead as you lay together.
“I love you, too, Crosshair.”
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Nerves
Crosshair x F!Reader
Warnings: SMUT, angst, fluff, friends to lovers, soft and slightly ooc Crosshair (not much though, I think he really is a softy)
Word count: 2.7k
Summary: You'd been helping Crosshair work on his aim after his traumatic experience being held captive by the Empire. After not much progress, you get into a heated discussion when he tries to give up, which turns even more heated after he admits his feelings for you.
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“Try it again” You paced behind his stoic stance, doing your best to encourage him without showing any sign of your very present empathy. The slow-setting Pabu sun would still provide you both with another hour of visibility. The amber glow warmed your skin, which was a welcomed change of environment from being cramped on the ship for days on end.
“Why?” Crosshair growled, fueled by the burning rage built up by his defeat. The tremble in his fingertips broke your heart, but you could see that he’d made progress from the exercises. It was slow, sure, but there were definitely improvements. T
“Because I said so. You won’t make any progress if you don’t keep trying” You emphasized, doing your best not to express your impatience with his pessimism.
“It’s useless, Y/N” He lowered his blaster from his shaking hand and let it fall from his grasp before lowering himself to sit on the rock beneath him. You sighed, but this time your breath didn’t hold any frustration, only disappointment in his self-defeat. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what he’d been through, and you still didn’t know the extent of the torture he’d endured. Months had passed since he and Omega escaped. Omega had worked with him a few times, mostly with meditation, but you were better skilled with blasters and aim.
Crosshair held his head low, focusing his vision on the sand beneath his sore feet. You joined him without another word, sitting next to him on the rocks that scattered the shore. There were no words to comfort him in this moment, so you opted out of a conversation this time. The breeze from the ocean enveloped your frame, almost as if pushing you closer to Crosshair.
The seconds passed. Then minutes. All the while you soaked in each other’s company, for good or for bad. He was growing annoyed with you lately, despite being one of his closest friends, all because you were insistent upon helping to heal his trauma from his captivity with the Empire.
As the moments passed, Crosshair never tried to leave his spot next to you. He didn’t push you away this time. This, you decided, was an achievement.
The half-hidden sun drifted slowly below the horizon, replaced then by a casting a blue-toned light from the rising moon. It was peaceful, sitting together, communicating without saying a word.
“I’ll probably head back soon. We’ll try again tomorrow” You spoke gently when breaking the silence.
“I’m done” Crosshair spoke softly, his tone was firm and assured.
“Cross-” You sighed.
“I said I’m done” He reiterated, interrupting your plea.
“You’re just going to give up?” You scoffed.
“Seems so” He shrugged.
You crossed your arms to your chest and stood in front of him now, staring at him in disappointment.
“You can stand there all night if you’d like. I’m not changing my mind” He muttered, finally looking up to meet your gaze.
You pondered your next breath, but ultimately fell short on your words. With a subtle nod in his direction, you began walking away from your peaceful corner on the beach.
“I’m sorry for what they did to you, Crosshair. But you can’t punish yourself forever” You spoke calmly as the distance between you grew.
“What did you say?” He sneered, turning his body toward you, still sitting on the rock.
You froze in your tracks. You’d struck a nerve. Good.
“You heard me”
He slowly stood up and turned to you, “You think it’s my fault that I’m not improving?”
“You are improving, Crosshair. But, you’re giving up too easily”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about”
“I care about you, Crosshair. Believe it or not, I do. I know you’re not used to that but…you’re going to have to get used to it because I’m not going anywhere. And I’m not giving up on you”
His eyes grew subtly sorrowful as he stared into you, absorbing your words slowly. His head drifted from your gaze over to the open water that was now glistening in the moonlight.
“It's..my nerves” He said shamefully.
“Okay…” You tried to understand what he meant. Maybe you’d been pushing him too hard “Would it help if we took a break for a few d-”
“You. You make me…nervous” He admitted with a loud sigh trailing the end of his words like he had to force himself to say it.
As you pondered what he’d just said, your heart fluttered with unexpected excitement.
“What? How do I make you nervous?” You breathed out with what was almost a chuckle.
“Forget it” he scoffed, picking up his blaster and turning back toward the island, passing you in the process. You grab his arm to stop him. He doesn’t resist even though your gentle touch should not have stopped him in his tracks, but it did tonight.
“No. Tell me what you mean.” You demanded.
Crosshair contemplated it for a second before yanking his arm from your grasp, “You really want to know? Fine”.
He looked toward the island as if to check and make sure you were alone.
“I can’t…I can’t think around you. I can’t focus” He lowered his head,”I’ve tried to ignore how I feel around you, but it’s been just as useless as you training me”
For the first time in a long time, you were speechless. Crosshair was not a man of many words, nor was he one to express his feelings.
“Crosshair-” You tried to answer but he was uninterested in your counter argument. What he didn’t know was that there was no counter argument to be had.
“Don’t. Just don’t” He groaned.
“I love you” You hurriedly responded spitting it out like it was stuck on your tongue. You laid it all out plainly and simply. You loved him. You had for months.
Crosshair’s expression held a look of pure disbelief that quickly transformed to warmth and content.
Your longing gaze pierced through his tough exterior. Something ignited within you as a tension pulled you into him, leaving hardly any room between the two of you
“I…” You whispered softly, but lost yourself in his eyes.
Without another breath, Crosshair curled his finger beneath your chin, pulling your lips up to meet his.
Nothing this electrifying had ever grazed your skin before. His lips pressed passionately against yours as if he’d waited years to do this. You leaned into him, resting your hands on his shoulders as your mouths became intertwined so rhythmically.
Every fantasy you’d ever had of a moment like this that had always been shoved to the back of your mind came flooding back. Never did you think he’d feel the same way, but everything about his lips on yours just felt right. His finger beneath your chin trembled, and you were unsure how much it was from the overwhelming nerves of kissing you or the already present shake in his hands. You wrapped your hand around his, intertwining your fingers to calm him. The kiss was deep and raw, devouring each other as the motions intensified. A warmth spread through your body while your heart nearly lept from your chest.
Slowly and hesitantly, you pulled away from the kiss to look up into his uncertain gaze.
“You have no idea how long I have wanted to do that” He whispered, and a smile crept upon his face. Something rare and welcome that you never saw too often with him.
“Me too” You smiled back, holding his hands in yours.
You wasted no more time before pulling him for another kiss. It was heavy and breathless. Your hands wandered from his to the firm muscles on his chest. Crosshair let his hands wander, too, until they hovered gently above your breasts.
“Touch me” You breathed in between the motions of your lips.
Your permission was all he needed. His hands explored your body like he was lost in the dark. Like he was starving for you. The boulders on this corner area of the beach kept you hidden in your own oasis, with very little concern of being discovered. Your fingertips found the hem of his black shirt, and tugged at it gently.
“Here?” He pondered.
“Why not?” You smirked. He nodded and helped you remove his shirt, revealing his battle scars and perfectly carved muscle. You admired it, trailing your hands down his abdomen.
Conveniently, you had a blanket in your satchel that you brought with you. Crosshair rushed over to lay it out. He then took your hand in his and guided you to it.
“Lay down,” He instructed. As you did so, he hovered above you, his lips exploring your exposed neck and chest just above the neckline of your dress. You whimpered softly, unable to contain yourself even with the slightest of his touch.
His nervous touch was endearing as he traced up your thigh, searching for your most sensitive area. You shuffled your hips a bit, encouraging him to keep going
“Are you sure?” He asked, his brows furrowed. It was a look of longing, concern, and desperation all in one. Crosshair needed you, but wouldn’t dare touch you like this without assurance.
“Yes,” You breathed.
He pulled your panties down, and you lifted your hips to help him remove them completely.
He returned his fingers to your aching heat and discovered your arousal for him, which earned a small whimper from his lips. Crosshair knew exactly what he wanted to do to you. He’d surely thought about it enough in his head while he sat alone in his quarters, pumping himself to the fantasy of having you in his grasp like this. But, he was letting his nerves get the better of him now, and felt weary about how he’d perform for you.
“Cross, please” You begged with a tone of reassurance. His hand rested on your thigh, just beneath where you craved his touch.
You felt his hand tremble subtly against your skin.
“Hey,” You started, pulling his attention to you, “it's just me and you”
He nodded and kissed you hard, letting himself dive into you again, and found his fingers sliding through the wetness between your legs. He rubbed your clit in delicate circles and you bucked your hips up into his touch. He found a perfect rhythm and responded to your body’s signals as he felt them.
“Maker…You’re so wet for me” He muttered in total awe of the effect he’d had on you. Looking down to your exposed cunt as the bottom of your dress now rested against your abdomen. Suddenly his middle finger found its way to your entrance and slid inside, pumping slowly and pushing you to the edge while his thumb kept working at your clit.
Crosshair was propped on his side next to you, and instinctively ground his hips against your body, overcome with his desire to feel friction. He added another finger inside and fucked you as you rolled your hips into his hand. Each thrust of his curled digits grazed your most sensitive spot against your walls. A tingling sensation bundled and tightened in your lower belly, pushing you closer to your climax.
“Don’t stop” You begged, and he listened.
“Come for me, darling” He instructed, which sent chills down your body. Hearing him say something so arousing was unfamiliar but absolutely intoxicating.
With his lips at your neck and his fingers working eagerly inside of you, your release was so close now. Your senses were deliciously overwhelmed.
“Crosshair” You cried his name before rolling your eyes into the back of your head, seeing stars, overwhelmed with the pleasure that flowed through your body as your orgasm overcame you. Your hips rolled up into his body still hovered above you and your back arched in response to the sensational feeling radiating through you. Your fingers dug into his arm but he never slowed his pace. Crosshair was absolutely infatuated with watching you fall apart for him. You came down from your euphoric high slowly, catching your breath in the process.
“Are you alright?” He whispered. This was a side of him you never expected. You knew he could be caring and kind when he wanted to be, but seeing that translated to handling your body was a pleasant surprise. Your cunt hopelessly clenched around the emptiness as he removed his fingers.
“Never better. Now, please fuck me” You demanded, chuckling softly.
“Only because you asked so nicely,” He wasted not another moment before helping you lean up to remove your dress completely. Your breasts fell from the restraint of the fabric and caught his eye immediately. He took them into his hands massaging them gently before bringing his lips to your mounds and kissing them.
He pulled his pants down just enough to release his length that begged to be touched. You stared in awe of his size. You opened your legs slightly, allowing room for him to adjust himself in between your legs.
As he lined himself up with your entrance, he looked into your eyes and devoured you with a loving gaze. He kissed you softly before slowly sinking his cock into your wetness.
Crosshair choked on his next breath, your warmth encasing him perfectly as you took his length with ease. Once he bottomed out within you, he whimpered softly and buried his face into your neck. He was slow at first, allowing you to adjust to his size, which you probably needed as he was bigger than you expected.
“Fuck, Y/N” He cursed, overwhelmed by it all. To be able to take you like this, having you begging for his cock, you writhing beneath him…it was all wonderfully too much, and he loved it.
“Maker, it feels so good, Cross” You encouraged him. His cock stretched you open with each thrust as he picked up the pace. He fit inside you like you were made for each other, and you felt a closeness and intimacy you’d never experienced before. It was indescribable.
You held his face in your hands as he thrust into you faster and harder, holding his gaze while you both let profanities and cries of pleasure fly from your lips. If there was anyone nearby, they would have heard you, but it was a remote area, and you could feel safe. Each curl of his hips snapping into you sent your mind and body into a frenzy of pleasure.
“You take me so well, sweetheart” He praised, turning his attention to looking down where he disappeared inside of you. Crosshair was no virgin, but he’d never experienced such intimacy and passion for someone like he did for you in this moment. He wanted this for so long, same as you. The months of lingering glances at one another, your heart racing each time your skin grazed his on the ship, the way you’d cared for him since he’d escaped Tantiss. It was all leading up to this moment of pure desire for one another, and you wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
“I won’t last much longer” He
You nodded to assure him it was okay. It was then that you felt another orgasm quickly creeping up on you. He could feel you tightening and knew you were close.
“Come on my cock, that’s it” He spoke softly, his words sending you over the edge.
It burst open, washing over your entire body, more captivating and intense than the first release. You dug your nails into the rigid muscles of his back, pulling him into you as he kept his pace. You cried out, feeling overtaken by the pleasure that electrified your entire body. His thrust began to falter and his body shook beneath your fingertips.
Crosshair’s moans were low and rough as he reached his climax, spilling his release deep inside you, his brows furrowed and face twisted in pleasure.
You both took time to catch your breath, soaking in the highs you were riding and taking in this feeling of closeness with one another. He was careful to remove himself from you, knowing you were both sensitive.
He lay beside you, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you into him.
“I love you too” He said suddenly, confusing you for a moment, before realizing that he was finally responding to your declaration of love to him earlier.
You smiled up at him and laid your head onto his chest. As you listened to a combination of the gentle waves and the beating of his heart, you felt warm and loved for the first time in a long time.
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Interesting
Pairing : Crosshair x f!jedi!reader
Prompt : “What is going on inside your head ?”
Warnings : NSFW!!, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it irl), p in v, oral sex (f and m receiving)
Wordcount : 3,3k
Summary : You and Crosshair are send on an infiltration mission together, far away from the Batch and just the two of you for a couple days. The perfect opportunity to finally get closer to him without being caught by any witnesses.
A/N : Behold ! Here is my submission for the @cloneficgiftexchange ! I was assigned to @skellymom, and let me tell you, it was the perfect opportunity to finally write smut ! 😄
I wanted something spicy for Crosshair with that prompt, and it’s my first ever time with smut, so I really hope that it turned out okay and that you'll enjoy reading it as much as I had fun writing it ! (Not gonna lie, it was harder to write than I thought, it was a big challenge for me, and I'm very nervous about posting it, but I’m so happy that I was able to finish it !)
Enjoy 💜
“Kriff, there’s only one bed ...” you let out with shock as soon as you entered the room, instantly stopping in your tracks.
You didn’t even realize how funny you sounded at the moment.
“Of course there’s only one bed, you didn’t specify that we needed two !” a mocking voice rose behind you, instantly making you unfreeze.
“You didn’t either !” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes and heading toward the nearest light switch.
He didn’t answer anything, but you still caught the sight of a grin growing on his face as he closed the door.
The evening had been long, and very special, too. You were currently on an undercover mission, sent by Commander Cody to infiltrate a bar owned by someone suspected to be at the head of an arms trafficking that was, apparently, supplying by stealing their weapons directly into the GAR armories, with the help of a mole.
It was a very big deal both for the Jedi Council and the GAR, and it needed to be stopped as soon as possible.
This is how you were assigned to that unusual task. And since you had worked with the Batch on a lot of missions already, and that the Jedi Council didn’t want you to go alone on a Separatist ruled planet, Cody asked them for a little help. And of course, they agreed.
It was decided that only one of them would come with you at the bar, and that you’ll use the civilian space transport to reach your destination. The air traffic was very restricted and monitored there, you just couldn’t show yourself with the Marauder or any other military ship.
The cover was perfect : a young couple of humans from Coruscant on vacation, here to attend a local music festival hosted in a nearby city in a few days, who decided to stop at a bar in the city they landed in and have some fun before traveling toward their final destination.
The yearly event was known to attract waves of foreigners, so your presence wasn’t going to seem suspicious.
How did Crosshair ended up being the one accompanying you when it could have been any of the others ?
Well, he volunteered.
“Oh kriff !” you grumbled again as the light bulb instantly fried when you pushed the switch, the room filling with a sudden and violent flash of light for a brief second before returning to darkness.
“Well …” you nervously chuckled, “That night is gonna be interesting !”
The curtains were still open, and the public lighting on the outside was bathing the room in some sort of weird, dimed and gloomy atmosphere. It was enough for you to still be able to distinguish the furniture and to locate a little bed table and the lamp settled on it.
“Here we are …” you proudly burst as you successfully turn it on, the bulb staying intact this time.
You let out a long and relieved sigh as your gaze fell onto the window and the view of the city. This place wasn’t that different from Coruscant, you thought.
You finally were starting to relax after a whole evening on your guards, scanning and examining every person around you, trying to catch a glimpse of every conversation and every detail that could have possibly led you to the precious intel you were searching for.
Stealth and observation were part of your most developed abilities, and you were a good actor, so fitting in wasn’t that hard. Your wandering eyes and ears did the rest of the job.
And what they were able to catch was, indeed, going to be very useful for the next step of your inquiry.
You weren’t really trusting Crosshair’s capacities to play pretend at first. But despite your apprehensions, he unexpectedly proved himself to be very good at acting as your boyfriend. Way too good maybe.
Before you could even make any move toward the window to get a closer look at the surroundings, you felt a presence standing right behind you. The sensation made you freeze on the spot, unable to move anymore.
“What do you mean, the night is gonna be interesting ?” his deep voice nearly caused you to jump.
You weren’t expecting him to be that close right now. You were so focused on that damn window that you didn’t notice how quickly and swiftly he had moved.
Where were your stupid jedi reflexes when you needed them ?
“Depends on how you interpret it.” you answered with a sly smile.
It’s been this way for the whole evening, throwing dirty or sarcastic remarks at each other. It was perfectly in character then, and not that much of acting : you were close friends and scoffing at each other was an integral part of your communication.
But this time, it felt different.
Your instinct was telling you that something was about to happen, but you were trying your best not to think about it.
Not to fantasize about it.
A light chuckle escaped his mouth, and you suddenly couldn’t get your eyes off of his lips.
"What is going on inside your head, General ?" He asked with a mischievous grin.
You couldn't resist it anymore, you’ve been trying your best not to stare at him for too long since you arrived at the bar, and for months before that mission, in fact.
And you were doing just fine until then, but that damn smile broke your last string of self control.
"Plenty of things actually, do you want me to show you ?" You let out, before you could even think about the consequences of your words.
Then your little playful smile suddenly fades away as a wave of embarrassment hit you.
“No, I’m sorry, that’s not … I wasn’t expecting it to sound that …”
“… Sincere ?” he interrupted you.
You were suddenly feeling so self-conscious that you lowered your head, the heat violently raising to your cheeks, trying to focus so hard on the floor that you barely noticed him coming even closer.
“I’m so sorry …” you muttered, “I took the joke too far, I shouldn’t have said that …”
“Why for ?”
“I’m your superior …”
“Oh, cut it out, please …” his tone was firm, but softer than usual, “All I want to know is if you really had something on your mind or not.”
You slowly raised your head to meet his eyes again. They were burning with lust now.
“Yes …” you breathed out, “I may have a way too precise idea of how that night was going to end …”
You stopped. The sound of your heart beating faster than ever was ringing through your ears now, but you still felt it skip a bit when the sniper leaned toward you until his nose was nearly brushing against yours.
“Show me, then.”
He didn’t need to ask twice, you just couldn’t keep your hands off of him anymore anyway.
With trembling fingers, you reached for his face, cupping it gently, finally finding enough courage to kiss those lips you had been craving to feel on yours for so long.
It was shy and hesitant at first, but it didn’t take long before he answered it, giving you a pleasant rush of self-confidence as his hands fell on your hips, pulling your body against his.
Your legs became weak and the world seemed to start spinning around you, but you definitely lost it when, as he deepened the kiss, his hands slipped from your hips to your butt, grabbing it firmly.
The unexpected touch sent a wave of heat and excitation through your body, and for a moment, you thought that your pussy was about to melt.
“You’re so beautiful …” you heard him whisper in your ear in a deeper, lower voice than usual.
It was too much for you to bear, and your impatient hands reached for his pants and belt, starting to unfasten it as you pushed him against the nearest wall. You were blessing the fact that he wasn't wearing his armor right now.
“I didn’t know that you were that skilled with your hands.” he quipped, he was still grinding, and his words suddenly sounded like a challenge.
You didn’t answer anything, but instead let your fingers slip into his pants, softly caressing him through his underwear at first, your lips reaching for his neck and planting small pecks on it. He was nearly fully hard already, and you couldn’t help but bite your lips at the thought, suddenly craving to feel his cock sliding inside of you.
A gasp escaped his mouth and his grip on you became tighter, one of his hands starting to roam under your shirt until it landed on your chest, massaging your breast through your bra.
But you stop him in his tracks to take down both his pants and underwear. The fabric fell on the floor with a muffled crumpling, finally allowing you free access to his crotch.
His whole body shivered when your fingers started to brush over his bare skin, softly caressing his hips and his balls, before wrapping them around his length and beginning to stroke it gently.
“Maker … “ he exhaled, “you have now idea how long I have been wanting you to touch me …”
The words made your pussy throb under your skirt. So it wasn’t your brain playing tricks on you after all, those lingering glances that he kept throwing at you really meant what you thought it was.
“I guess I understand why you volunteered for that mission now.”
He answered you with his lips crashing against yours again, but the kiss was angrier this time. When you broke it, you started to go down on him, still stroking him.
You heard a faint moan escape his as your mouth took the tip of his erection in, your lips gently wrapping and slowly moving back and forth around it, one of your hands following the same gesture and the other settling on his back end.
His skin was soft and warm under your tongue, and as you were shoving his length deeper and deeper into your throat, you heard his breath become more and more intense and loud.
Even if your eyes were closed, you could feel the weight of his intense stare upon you. You knew that you were being watched, but you knew that you were having complete power over him as well right now, and it felt immensely satisfying.
Pleasure was making his hips shake, and as you were increasing your pace, his fingers ran through your hair, firmly taking a hold on them.
"St ... Stop ..." you suddenly heard him mutter, panting.
You immediately paused, raising your head toward him with a worried look.
"You okay ? What's wrong ?" You asked, your brows furrowing in concern.
"No, it's good, too good ... But now it's my time to show you something” he smirked, his hand reaching for yours, unwrapping it from his length and tucking on it to signify you to stand up.
His eyes were glowing with desire, and as soon as you were up on your feet, he dragged you along toward the bed, and in a matter of seconds, you were laying on your back on the mattress with him towering you.
Your heart skipped a bit when you saw him removing his shirt, revealing the other half of his body.
“Like what you see ?” he smugly asked with a bragging expression on his face.
“You have no idea …” you let out, hungrily staring at him.
With an amused chuckle, he leaned over you to get rid of your own shirt and your bra as well, sending them flying across the room.
Now it was his turn to play, and he wanted to take his time with you.
His hands landed on your breast as he kissed you needily, the tips of his lean fingers playing with your nipples, rubbing them delicately.
You let out a moan against his lips, and your hands started to wander on his back, pressing him against you.
Then it was your skirt’s turn to be removed as he began to go down your body, leaving a trail of small kisses behind him. The caress of his lips on your exposed body sent little shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t help but start panting in anticipation.
It wasn't happening so often, but your patience was running thin as your excitation grew stronger. Your whole body was craving for his touch, and he knew it.
He must have been so proud of himself right now.
You clenched your teeth when he pulled out your panties, making it slip along your legs before spreading them open.
He started by planting kisses all over your hips, then your tights, his lips brushing against your skin between each one, while his fingers were working their way to your inner thighs, starting to massage your clit carefully.
“So wet for me already …” he purred, his voice always sounded attractive to you, but in this context and with this satisfied tone, it was driving you crazy.
His mouth finally found your pussy, kissing it just like the rest of your body at first, before his tongue started to draw little circles on it. The pressure of his hands clasped around your tights, securing them in position with a firm grasp was just as arousing, and you absentmindedly grabbed his wrist, your back arching as the movements of his tongue were sending little waves of pleasure through down your spine.
When it suddenly hit the perfect spot, your body twitched, your grip on his wrist tightened, and you couldn’t retain a loud groan. As the touch of his tongue became more insistent and stronger on that spot, he let go of one of your tight, breaking free of the embrace of your hand to caress your entrance with the tips of his fingers.
Another loud moan escaped from your mouth when he slid one inside of you, then another, curling them and making small back and forth gestures.
“Please …” you whimpered, “Please, stop playing with me like that …”
You were breathless, and as much as he liked to tease you, his own horniness was becoming hard to contain as well.
Your eyes followed him as move out from between your legs to crawl over you, the light of the little bed lamp bathing his slim body in a warm halo and making his silver hair shine.
Now that you were finally allowing yourself and taking your time to stare at him, you couldn’t help but find him looking even more handsome than you already thought.
He stopped atop of you, sitting on his elbows, his lips still wet with your arousal angrily kissing you. You answered the kiss as passionately, opening your mouth to press your tongue against his, your fingers losing themselves in his hair.
“Are you sure this is what you really want, General ?”
The way he called you “General” sounded so dirty that it just made your brain melt. You were a mess right now, and military ranks weren’t meaning anything anymore to you at that moment, the only thing that you needed was to have him fuck the hell out of you.
“Yes, please !” you beg him.
“As you wish …” he whispered in your ear before getting up on his knees and grabbing your hips.
You didn’t resist him when he rolled you on your stomach and spread your legs open once again, raising your ass and arching your back to give him full access to your entrance. You let out a gasp of relief when the tip of his erection pressed against it, easily sliding in with how wet you were, while one of his hands was playing with your nipples.
He started to slowly move into you, diving as deep into your pussy as possible with every thrust, burying his face in the crook of your neck, covering it with kisses that quickly turned into bites.
Soon, his pace was increasing, and your legs retracted to your back, your toes curling as you were leaning against him, adjusting the movement of your body to match his.
The feeling of his hot and quick breath hitting your skin made you want to kiss him so badly that you lifted up your head, begging for his lips with pleading eyes.
They crashed against yours more violently than expected, nearly making your teeth clash, and you felt the embrace of one his arm tightening around your chest, pressing your back strongly against his.
Suddenly, his other arm slid under your body, his hand reaching for your clit and his fingers starting to massage it.
“Crosshair …” you breathed out at the unexpected sensation.
He was in complete control of your body now, and to hear you moan his name was so thrilling that his pace accelerated even more and his movement became rougher, causing his hips to smack against your butt with loud thuds.
You closed your eyes, focusing on the feeling of his finger rubbing your clit and the heat that was growing between your legs as he thrusted faster and faster into you, until a massive wave of pleasure hit you, sending a violent shudder through you, your whole body contracting and freezing for a second.
You were the first to come, but he was right behind you, already on the verge of his own orgasm when the sudden contraction of your walls around his cock and your loud moans finally triggered it.
He let out a groan, his head falling on your shoulder and his face burying in the crook of your neck, his embrace around you tightening one last time before his arms started to relax.
It was so intense that your vision was a bit blurry and tingling. It left you both panting, trembling and sweaty, with your legs entangled and your skins burning hot. He kept his face pressed against you for a moment, then slowly raised it to place a gentle kiss on your cheek.
You stayed that way for a couple more times, allowing your breaths to return to its normal pace and the beating of your hearts to slow down, before breaking the embrace.
“Was this supposed to be part of the mission as well ?” he teased you, as soon as he was laying next to you.
“Well, not really, but I guess it’s a bit too late to ask Cody about it now … He didn't gave us any limits after, as long as the cover is credible ...”
The remark and your mischievous expression sparked a smile on his face, but for once, it wasn’t one of his usual malicious grins, it was a real, soft and sincere smile. His eyes were riveted to you, admiring you. It was the first time that he was looking at you from that close, and you couldn’t help but blush under his eyes.
“What do you think about taking a shower before going to sleep, hu ?”
“Yeah, I wouldn’t say no !” you chuckle with embarrassment when you noticed that the bed sheets were sticking to your belly as you tried to get up.
***
When you woke up the next morning, the first thing that came to your still sleepy mind was the comforting sensation of Crosshair’s body cuddled against yours, his head rested on your chest and his arms tightly wrapped around your waist, the warmth of his skin pleasantly enveloping you.
It felt like the whole previous night was a dream at first, but then the first thing that he did when opening his eyes was to gently caress your hair and press a long kiss on your forehead, taking you back to reality.
“Hello, Mesh’la …” he mumbled with a soft smile playing on his lips.
You were right, that night was, indeed, very interesting, and the next couple days promised to be as well.
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Pairing: Crosshair x Fem!Reader
Summary: You've been seeing Crosshair for months when he's on planet, seemingly only as friends. But one night when he's back, you meet him at your favorite bar, and you get the feeling his flirtatious ways might mean a bit more. Should you get your hopes up, or would that be your heart's last mistake?
Tags: 18+ only. Smut, oral sex (female and male receiving), female masturbation, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, light nipple play. Flirting, alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of war and canon-typical violence, foul language, angst. Also, I am basing some of Crosshair's appearance on this magnificent art here.
Word count: 7056 words
Playlist: Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys
The man who filled your thoughts that night leaned over the billiards table. He closed the left eye, leaving the right, tattooed eye open, and he shoved the cue forward with a strength and precision you couldn’t help but find seductive. The sound of the resin clinking as the multiple billiards balls made their way across the table was soon replaced by whistles and calls celebrating Crosshair’s trickshot, after which he straightened up next to the table and looked at his opponent, holding out his hand to collect his wager.
Crosshair had won yet another match that night. As he took the amount of credits he’d wagered from his last opponent, he dismissed himself from the competition with a carefree wave of his hand, and with dark amber eyes, he made his way to you.
“Don’t you look pretty there, cheering me on,” he purred.
You crossed one leg over the other and leaned back on the chair pretending you didn’t care much for what he was saying. “You say I’m pretty, but you’ve barely paid attention to me tonight, handsome.” You smirked at him and winked when you finished your sentence, and Crosshair couldn’t help but smirk back as he took a seat across from you.
He took another sip out of his whisky and looked over at your glass of beer. “You nearly finished that.”
“My point exactly,” you shrugged.
“Come now,” Crosshair moved his chair over closer to you and slid his glass to match his new position on the table. “I was getting credits to spoil you.”
Your head jerked in his direction and you pouted up at him. “Really? How?”
Crosshair chuckled next to your ear, his warm breath over your skin sending shivers through your body. “I was thinking… we could get another round of drinks…”
“Uh-huh?” You prompted as your body leaned closer to him against your will. You could spend weeks, months even, trying not to appear too needy or desperate to him, trying to balance out your pleas to have him closer with your wit and your sarcasm, but all Crosshair had to do was lean in close and purr at you, and you were on your knees.
“We can have as many as you want,” Crosshair continued, “and then…”
You turned and met his eyes when he trailed off. “And?”
He leaned back on his chair and took a sip out of his whisky. But you, in turn, leaned forward to match him, taking the drink from his hand and sipping on it yourself.
“And then what?” You asked again.
Crosshair chuckled, the sound deep and enticing. He took his drink back from you and set it on the table, only to then reach for your chin with his hand, cold from the icy drink he’d just held. Crosshair looked you in the eyes, and for a moment you swore his gaze softened, but it soon regained its usual fire as his grip tightened when he pulled you close.
“Play your cards right and tonight might be your night,” Crosshair crooned.
You felt yourself clench around nothing between your legs, and before you had a thought of what to respond, Crosshair got up from the chair and made his way past the billiards tables to the bar, where he gestured to his drink and yours at the bartender.
That man was dangerously sexy.
You thought he’d come back to the table with you, but instead, you saw him heading towards the back of the bar when his glass was refilled. He looked back at you and signaled you to follow him, and you obeyed. Before leaving, you took the last fried cheese stick from the plate at the center of the table and ate it on the way, and when you walked past the bar, the bartender handed you the beer bottle Crosshair had ordered for you. You took it with a smile and followed Crosshair behind the bar to a storage room. It wasn’t too dim that you feared for your life, but it wasn’t well lit enough to attract any other attention to it, and inside it, Crosshair waited for you. You watched him stand there sipping from his whisky, looking gorgeous in those dark gray trousers and pitch-black shirt topped by a black leather jacket.
Crosshair turned around and let his gaze pierce into you, and a smirk formed on his lips as he approached you. Unsure what to expect from him, your heart squeezed when he reached his arm past you to close the door behind you, and when he pulled his arm back, he once again took his hand up to your chin and lifted your face up to look at him.
“Cross…” You sighed.
He chuckled. “You do want this, right?”
“Yes,” you nearly moaned. You set your beer down next to you on one of the boxes and let your hands snake up his chest until they found rest at the base of his neck. His free hand slid down your body and found the curve of your waist, pulling you closer—he didn’t need many more words before finally leaning down to kiss you.
It was everything you’d been fantasizing for months. Crosshair’s lips were warm and they kissed you with intent, igniting your veins and drenching you between your legs. You couldn’t help but whimper into the kiss as you clung tighter to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You had to stand on your toes to press yourself closer to him, feeling yourself getting drunk on the whisky you could taste in him. Your arms shook, your legs felt as if they wouldn’t hold you up, and your heart threatened to beat out of your chest when you felt his hardness begin to press up against your body.
“Take me,” you mumbled. “Take me now, Crosshair.”
He chuckled. “Needy. How cute.”
With a strong grip, Crosshair led you towards one of the larger crates in the room and he let you go just to pat on the surface. You obliged and hopped onto the crate, sitting and parting your legs to let him press closer to you. With one hand still holding his drink, Crosshair wrapped an arm around your waist and resumed kissing you. Hungrily, you kissed him back and ran your hands all over his body. You felt the lean lines on his back and the strong muscles on his chest. You tried to get a feel of his arms, but there wasn’t much you could feel over that leather jacket, so instead, you let your hands return to his abdomen. Through the fabric, you could feel the lumps of his abs as well as some of the scars he’d gotten over the years, but choosing to focus less on the soldier and more on the man, you let your hands make their way downward.
Crosshair let the hand on your body travel as well. He felt himself getting harder at the sight of you in front of him, eager to let him in, your legs parted letting the fabric of your skirt barely attempt to hide the panties from his sight. His hand brushed down past the end of your skirt over the skin of your thigh, and Crosshair let his nails slightly dig into your flesh as he ran his hand down your leg. You whimpered and tightened your grip on him, your back straightening and making you press your breasts onto him, a reflex Crosshair may have enjoyed too much as you felt him grin into your lips.
His hand made its way up your body again. You felt his touch going up your leg and your belly until it eventually reached your chest, and he let his fingers expand over the curve of one of your breasts. Your breath hitched when Crosshair caressed and massaged you, squeezing with the perfect amount of strength to send your mind reeling without any pain, and soon, his fingertips found the bud of your nipple, which he freely pinched just enough to draw a moan from you.
“Fuck…” you whimpered.
Crosshair gave a low laugh. “You’re gonna have to be quiet, darlin’. We’re only allowed in here so long as we don’t make a scene to the whole bar, understood?”
You nodded, licking your lips before reaching down to grab the hem of your blouse, pulling it up and off your body. Crosshair’s gaze darkened as he glanced at your breasts and the delicate black bra that covered them. You reached back to undo the hook of your bra and he helped you take it off, growling as he saw the way your breasts fell freely. With a smirk, Crosshair managed to tear his gaze from your mounds and looked you in the eyes, holding his glass out to you.
“Hold this, darlin’,” he gave you the glass.
Dazed, you held onto his drink. Crosshair now had both of his hands free, and he first held the sides of your torso with his fingertips resting on your back, and he pulled you up while bending down and trailing kisses starting at your collarbone. He traced his lips over your chest, relishing in the way your panting made it go up and down while he brought his hands to your front again. Crosshair took one breast in each of his hands and resumed the massaging and caressing, and soon after, he started lightly pinching at your nipples before bringing his lips down at the level of your breasts.
You suppressed a moan as best as you could when Crosshair placed his lips over one of your nipples. He gently sucked on the bud while his hand continued to massage the other one, making you crave more. You slowly rubbed your hips against the crate under you and felt the dampness between your legs delicious with the friction. Heat rushed to your cheeks when you felt your own pulse down between your legs, so you threw your head back and enjoyed as Crosshair had his way with you.
Much to your pleasure, Crosshair soon resumed his way down, and the emptiness on your breasts was soon compensated by the sight of Crosshair kneeling down before you with dark eyes as he reached for your panties under your skirt. You wiggled to help him get them off and felt the cool air against your moist cunt. You heard Crosshair suck air in through his teeth, and he let his hands slide from your ankles up your legs until firmly grasped your hips.
When you finally felt his tongue against your cunt, you had to constantly convince yourself not to succumb entirely to the bliss—you didn’t want a shattered whisky glass ruining the moment. You moaned as quietly as you could, but the ecstasy wasn’t any less present in the lack of volume. Crosshair pressed himself deeper into your flesh, devouring you, expertly working his tongue and his lips over your all too sensitive clit. You couldn’t help but use your free hand to continue massaging one of your nibbles, just a little extra to enhance the pleasure you already felt.
And as Crosshair flicked his tongue quicker over your clit, you felt yourself getting closer to climax, causing you to press your hips forward onto him. It made him moan, his voice rumbling low in your flesh and making you roll your eyes back, dangerously close to release. Crosshair’s pace didn’t relent. He continued to suck away at your clit until you felt your hips quiver and the temperature of your body oscillate between hot and cold. Your mind went blank as you tried your best not to moan out his name—you were sure everyone out at the bar would hear you if you did. Your body squirmed on that crate as Crosshair continued to make you his own, and you were so gone that you barely noticed when his tongue left your pussy.
You whined softly when you realized he’d stopped. Crosshair was standing back up, and he reached for the glass of whisky in your hand, taking a long sip of it and downing half of its content. Crosshair grunted as the alcohol burned his throat, his chest heaving slightly after his efforts with you. You didn’t hold out your hand to take the glass from him again—messy as you were, you weren’t close to done. You wanted more, and you wanted him. You got down from the crate, and Crosshair watched you in confusion that turned into delight when he saw you kneeling down before him and reaching for the zipper of his pants.
“Oh, such a good girl,” Crosshair purred as he reached his free hand down to brush your cheek. You were still focused on undoing the button and zipper, until you finally pulled down the fabric to free his erection from confinement.
Your mouth watered at the sight. Sucking him off was yet another of the fantasies you’d had for months, just one more thing you dreamt of doing with him every time you met up with him at the bar. Every time you’d questioned if Crosshair was into you had led to that moment, alone with him in that storage room. He’d already claimed you, now it was your turn. You wrapped your fingers around his girth and took him into your mouth, starting off with just the tip, sucking and circling your tongue around it getting used to the taste.
Above you, Crosshair downed the rest of his whisky and set the glass down on another box beside him with a loud toc, moaning softly and whisper-grunting out “Fuck!” as you took more of his length in your mouth. Your breathing deepened, struggling ever so slightly at the fullness in your mouth, yet resolved to see it through. Still, you were aching between your legs as if your folds begged to be touched. It wasn’t like you needed both of your hands to suck Crosshair’s dick, so you took one of them down and rubbed small, quick circles on your clit, whimpering softly into his shaft.
Crosshair looked down at you. The way you had his cock in your mouth, the way you touched yourself, it nearly made him lose all sense of reason. His gaze softened at you as though it were filled with wonder and adoration more than desire. Crosshair reached a hand down and took some of your hair in his hand, stroking the curve of your head before resting his hand down beside your cheek again. The gesture prompted you to look up at him, and when you did, you nearly climaxed again when you noticed how beautifully he was looking at you. At that moment, Crosshair didn’t look like a man only thinking of sex, he looked like a man who adored you completely. Yet another one of your fantasies was coming true.
Your vision blurred, however, when your rubbing on your clit made you climax again. The waves of your orgasm made your lips tighten around Crosshair’s thickness, drawing a low moan from him. He mumbled a few other words you didn’t bother listening to. You were too deep in your orgasm to make sense of anything anyway. You only came to your senses when you felt his hand tugging your cheek ever so gently, bringing your rubbing on your clit to a stop as you looked at him again.
“I want to cum inside you,” Crosshair whispered as he helped you up and hastily helped you back onto the crate where he first had you.
You sat in a similar position as you had initially, with your legs parted and welcoming him to do whatever he wanted with you, and Crosshair leaned in close enough to have to rest his hands on the wall behind you just after sliding his length into your warm, wet walls. Your hands clung to his shoulders, clawing at the leather jacket that made him look dangerously handsome, and you felt your body bouncing with every thrust he gave into your hips. You could hear Crosshair grunting softly between luscious thrusts, as well as the sound of the bottles of alcohol within the crate clanking against each other with his movements. Softly, you whimpered—your cunt was already too sensitive from two orgasms. A third one was beginning to creep up on you, this one boiling deep inside you and promising to rattle you to your very bones. While you waited for it, you looked at Crosshair, his eyes dark and focusing on yours as he fucked deep into you.
You took a hand behind Crosshair’s head, curling your fingers in his hair, as you rested your forehead on his while never breaking eye contact. You wanted to be looking into those eyes when the pleasure took over you, and by the stars, it was everything you dreamed. When the waves of your third orgasm started, all you saw was Crosshair. All you felt was him. You wrapped your legs around his waist and tightened your grip, feeling your arousal dripping from your cunt and splashing your skin, and by extension his, and the only thought in your mind was his name. Not long after your walls had clenched around his cock, you heard Crosshair give a grunt and you felt his warmth filling you inside.
You had longed for that sensation, and it was unimaginably better than you ever could have anticipated. Crosshair then stopped his thrusts as the ropes of hot, thick cum continued to splash inside you, and when he was done, he slowly pulled out of you as you both attempted to catch your breaths.
The entirety of your weight still rested on the hard crate underneath you. You couldn’t feel any of the cold from the wall anymore. Its temperature had merged with the one Crosshair had made you feel—your inability to think about anything other than the wall behind you lay testament to how dumbfoundingly well he had just taken care of you. Your breathing slowed as you made contact with his beautiful amber gaze, his irises making you shiver with expectation as he got up and began leaning closer and his arms snaked towards you. Perhaps he had more in mind for you? You silently begged he would.
Your heart skipped a beat. Without warning, you felt the contact of Crosshair’s bare fingertips on your own, heedfully sliding across your palm from your pinky finger and forward towards your thumb. What you thought was an honest gesture of taking your hand turned out to be him reaching for his trousers for a pack of cigarettes, and before breaking eye contact with you to pull one out, you saw something flash in his eyes you didn’t know what to make out of.
Crosshair lit the cigarette and took a long inhale like it was the fresh air he yearned for. He watched you as you slowly regained composure and reached for your bra and your blouse, attempting to dress again.
“Need help with that?” He crooned.
“I’m good,” you replied. “But let me know next time you want to take these off me.”
Crosshair scoffed, taking another breath from his cigarette.
When you finished dressing you got down from the crate and stood firmly on the ground. You made your way over to Crosshair and he opened the door of the cellar, standing aside to let you through first. You smiled at him and were just about to step out the door when you hastily remembered your beer was still in there—no way you were gonna leave that abandoned. Though you focused on your drink, you did manage to hear Crosshair chuckle as he walked after you back towards the bar.
Crosshair draped an arm around your shoulders as you both walked back to the table you’d chosen earlier. He pulled a chair out for you to sit and went across to sit in front of you, and shortly after, a waiter brought him another glass of whisky. You hadn’t even noticed when he’d ordered—were you that awestruck from your recent encounter in the cellar?
“Do you want anything else, doll?” He asked you.
“What?” You snapped your attention to him, stuttering. “No, no, I’m… good.”
Crosshair chuckled. You could tell he was just being cocky.
The night wore on mostly in silence as you finished up your drinks. Though many of your daydreams had just become reality, you weren’t sure what was going to happen next. You were happy to suggest more things, but you were also curious to see what Crosshair had in mind. If nothing else came up, you would ask him to your place, and maybe he could spend the night, maybe you could play something on the holo for background noise while he made you his own again…
You set your empty beer bottle down on the table and looked up at him, your eyes wide and beckoning him. In one gulp, he finished his whisky and began to stand up, and you followed.
Crosshair looked over at the bartender. “Put it on Hunter’s tab, will you?”
You saw the bartender nod, but you quickly focused on Crosshair again as he adjusted his jacket. He put the cigarette out on the ashtray on the center of the table and finally looked at you, smirking softly as he began to make his way towards the exit with you next to him. The cool air hit you hard when you were out on the street, and without any prompt, you felt Crosshair placing his jacket over you.
“Thanks,” you mumbled.
You both stood in silence, and the absence of words or plans was destroying you. Finally, you reached within you for courage.
“Would you like to go back to my place?” You asked him.
Crosshair chuckled as he reached a hand for your chin, letting you see the snake tattoo that was prominent on his forearm. The gesture and the ink made you clench around nothing all over again.
“You still want more?” He hummed.
“Yes,” you admitted. “But I was also thinking maybe we could just… spend the night? You know, if you’re tired. Just us.”
He chuckled again. “Can’t. I ship out early.”
Your heart sank. “Crosshair…”
He raised a brow at you, prompting you to speak.
“I want to know…” you trailed off. “What we did back there… it wasn’t nothing, right?”
“Did it feel like nothing?” He asked.
“Well, no—”
“Don’t fix what isn’t broken, darlin’,” he evaded you.
“You know what I mean,” you said. “We’ve been meeting up for months. I want you, Crosshair, more than just in a hidden cellar.”
Crosshair sighed. “Please don’t go and ruin this. Not now.”
You felt your heart plummeting inside you. Were you delusional? Those times his eyes had softened at you, his fingers brushing your cheeks with such care, was it all yet another daydream you’d fabricated? Had you just made an utter fool of yourself?
“Oh…” you whispered. “I…”
He sighed. Crosshair looked like he was about to say something else, but you didn’t want to give yourself more reasons to get your heart broken.
“That’s fine, I… I got it wrong,” you said before he could speak.
“Come on, doll,” Crosshair faced you. “I’m always on the move and way too close to blaster fire for us to be a good idea.”
“Then what the hell was that back there?” You gestured at the cellar.
“I like to have my fun.” Crosshair shrugged.
Fury boiled within you. “Are you kidding me? That’s what you mean, that I’m just a bit of fun?”
“I mean I’m not tied down, and neither are you,” Crosshair looked you in the eyes. Whatever emotions he showed before, this time you were sure he was completely serious.
But knowing he was being honest didn’t make things any easier.
Crosshair sighed. “Look, just…”
You looked at him, not knowing whether to hope for him to say something to remedy your feelings or not.
“You’re great,” he said. “And I look forward to seeing you when I come back to this planet. But don’t mistake this for something else. You’d be wasting your time with me.”
“I wouldn’t,” you tried to appeal, walking up to him and wrapping your arms around his waist. “Crosshair, I am mad for you! Tonight has been everything I’ve been yearning for months. You are all I want, this is all I want.”
He didn’t say anything to you. He simply looked you in the eyes with dismay.
Slowly, you unwrapped your arms from Crosshair’s waist. “But… you don’t want that.”
Crosshair looked upset. You figured he wasn’t a monster, and anyone would appear upset when making such a rejection. For your sake, you wouldn’t make anymore of it. Crosshair was difficult to read as it was.
You took his jacket off and handed it to him. “You’ll be needing this.”
“Babe, don’t do this—”
“You either do or you don’t, Crosshair,” you said, unwilling to have your time be wasted. “And right now you’re telling me you don’t, so…”
For a moment, Crosshair seemed to sadden.
You sighed. “I should just go home.”
Crosshair tore his eyes from you for a moment and he took the jacket from your grip in a surprisingly gentle manner. “I guess you should.”
You managed to meet his gaze. You didn’t want him to be out of your life, as much as you were heartbroken by him pushing you away. And the thought of him being out at war, all alone, with his life on the line every day… The idea of something happening to him and you not being in his life somehow was even more dreadful than the idea of losing him whilst having had the chance to love him.
But there was no changing Crosshair’s mind.
“Be safe,” you managed to say.
Crosshair looked at you again, his eyes laden with sorrow. Had you been more naive, you would have expected him to tell you not to leave, that he was wrong, he’d been an idiot, that he did want to be with you. But waiting for something that wouldn’t happen was too painful, and you decided to be the one who left first.
You walked homeward without looking back, and as a tear rushed down your cheek, you tried your best not to blame yourself for thinking your feelings could go both ways.
Blue and white specs of hyperspace surrounded the Marauder. Crosshair sat in his usual chair, in his usual pose of having one leg crossed over the other while the Firepuncher rifle rested across the length of his shin. Holding the rifle, his thumb tapped rhythmically over the scope in tandem with the beat of the song he was listening to on two very discreet yet very loud earbuds. The bass and the guitar, the strong and steady drums reminded him of himself, but the lyrics only made him think of you. The stoic sniper kept a straight face during the multiple times he listened to it, and his mind was able to ponder on many things at once.
What were you up to? Why was he doing something he’d openly laugh at someone else if they were doing the exact same by listening to a rock song thinking of you? What were you wearing that day? How many more men had perished in the battle he was headed to since he and his squad received the briefing? Was it even still daytime on Coruscant? And if it was night time, were you in the arms of another? He hadn’t given you a reason to cling to him anyway, not the last time he’d met you.
He focused his mind on you, your eyes staring up at him, the warmth of your body against his and the pitch of your little whimpers, the way your fingertips curled around his hair when he made you squirm and how your soft lips felt on his skin. He thought back to the moment he nearly took your hand and fooled himself into grabbing a cigarette instead. And then he’d done it again when he told you it was all a bit of fun, when he said he didn’t want to be yours, when he stood there watching you walk away from him.
Despite your absence, Crosshair had been seeing you for nights since his shore leave on Coruscant ended. You were constantly on his mind, much to his annoyance. The fact that every dream and every song lyric brought your face back into his sights was a constant reminder of his own incapacity to admit something so basic—but if it was so basic, why did that feeling fucking eat him away from the inside out? Crosshair sneered. He was at a point where he feared only the unspeakable horrors of war would succeed in removing you from his mind, a fact he didn’t know if it would be terrible or merciful. But he, alongside everyone inside the Marauder, was in for one hell of a battle, already forecast to be one of the bloodiest of the war.
If that didn’t do it, nothing would.
Crosshair’s head swayed forward and back as exhaustion took over him, and he had no sense to even make out how beneficial it would be for him to get a few winks of sleep before reaching the trenches that waited for him on landfall. Blurs of you raced through his mind as the chorus of the song echoed in his subconscious for another countless time, and after what had only felt like seconds, Crosshair regained consciousness to a Marauder that was navigating the transition between space and the tremorous atmosphere of their destination.
Even the clouds foretold the misery that waited for them down there.
Crosshair still had the earbuds on, shielding him from the sounds playing out before him, but he was able to make out Hunter’s silhouette approaching him as he mouthed the words be ready, and a cold shudder took over Crosshair as he saw Hunter had an aura of dread in him as well.
The Marauder shook from the heavy turbulence around it. Crosshair removed the earbuds and slipped his helmet over his head, and he took his rifle, ready for anything. If he made it out alive, he’d probably ask you out for whisky the moment he saw you again.
You couldn’t help but feel wary when your doorbell rang. No one ever visited you, you weren’t expecting anything to be delivered, or anyone to drop by, you didn’t even have anything planned that night. In the absence of anything going on, you figured you’d make your way across your little apartment to the door.
“Who is it?” You called.
From the other side of your door, you were met with hesitation. You were then surprised by hearing your name being spoken in a coiled, smooth voice, its pitch low that made your name sound like the galaxy’s rarest delicacy.
You opened the door.
There stood Crosshair, dressed in black and gray like he usually would when he met you at the bar. This time he wasn’t wearing a jacket, and the short sleeves of his shirt let you see the snake tattoo on his forearm that you loved so much, as well as the veins and thin layer of hair that made you wild. Still, as much as you loved that tattoo, the detail of a fresh, light-brown scar on his other forearm didn’t escape you.
You still hadn’t forgotten the way you’d parted the last time you were with him—you weren’t about to foolishly welcome him in again.
“What are you doing here?” You asked him, your voice plagued with more genuine curiosity than the spite of the walls you tried to put up.
Crosshair didn’t speak. He stepped forward and took you in his arms, quickly wrapping them around your silhouette as though clinging to your back and waist. The way he pressed your body to his was alien, but by no means unwelcome. You felt his heartbeat quicken against you as his grip gradually tightened, and as he straightened his back, you had to lift yourself to be on your toes.
“Crosshair?” You inquired.
He gave a brief shake before steadying himself again. “I needed to see you.”
With a brief sigh, your heart sank. You’d watched the news over the past few days, and now that a soldier was clinging to you for dear life, you managed to put two and two together.
“You were on Umbara, weren’t you?” Your voice was barely louder than a whisper, somber, yet comforting.
Crosshair loosened his grip just enough to look you in the eyes, and the snark and wit were suddenly gone from his gaze replaced by revelation.
“Your brothers?” You followed up. “Are they okay?”
“They’re all fine, but…” Crosshair trailed off. “Too many platoons. Too many families were broken.”
You never thought he cared that much. You gently reached a hand up to cup his cheek, and he leaned into your warmth while having one of his own hands fly up to meet your own, holding your palm closer to him. You could see the remorse in his eyes, but you wouldn’t be arrogant enough to believe that remorse was only caused by you. You feared the answer of your next question.
“Did you…?” You couldn’t even bring yourself to finish the thought.
Crosshair shuddered at the memory of a blue and white helmet under his scope. He shuddered at the thought of what would have been and how many more would have fallen if Rex hadn’t run past him waving his arms. The idea of someone, anyone, using him against his brothers, controlling him with sinister motives and turning him against his own brothers… Crosshair knew how dangerous he would be, and the thought terrified him.
“I need you,” Crosshair admitted. “All that time, I needed you. I didn’t want to die out there. I didn’t want to kill one of my own.”
“Hey…” You comforted him. “None of you knew.”
Crosshair cupped your hands with his face, the gentle gesture rendered desperate with his grip giving away how starved he was.
“I need you,” he said again, a faint growl appearing in his voice. “I need to know if you feel this agony when you’re away from me, if you’d be the only home I would return to. I want to be too fucking busy being yours to die out there. I want to be yours I’m willing to crawl back to you every fucking time.”
Your eyes widened in endearment and disbelief at the words he’d spoken. “I thought you didn’t want that…”
Crosshair’s gaze and grip softened as he leaned in closer to you until his lips fell on yours. He only broke the kiss to look you in the eyes again, more serious than he ever could be.
“I was an idiot,” he admitted.
You chuckled softly. “You kind of were. But so was I. I should have admitted my feelings too, long ago.”
Crosshair smiled softly and shook his head. “Wouldn’t have made a difference. I’m too stubborn.”
You giggled, cupping his face. “I like you stubborn.”
His smile turned into a smirk. “I know.”
Your hands traveled over to his chest, where they rested gently. “Would you like to go somewhere? Clear your head?”
“I was wondering if you’d let me take you up on the offer to spend the night,” Crosshair answered without hesitation.
You smiled. “Absolutely.”
“But no cheesy soap operas on the holo,” Crosshair added.
“You sure?” You grinned with mischief. “Scandal Gal is getting really good. I think Flair and Puck are finally gonna get together.”
Crosshair directed a deadpan stare at you, but that was one of your favorite expressions on his face. You giggled, wrapping your arms fully around his shoulders as you softly kissed his chin.
“I’m here and I’m yours, you hear me?” Your tone softened.
A subdued exhale left Crosshair as his gaze turned gentle on you, but his grip around your waist hardened. Before you made sense of the door of your apartment finally closing, Crosshair pressed his lips to yours with his movements quickly igniting a passion between you. You forgot the holos and the music and whatever refreshments you could have offered your guest. There was only one thing you wanted to do that night.
The stumbling between your apartment’s door and your bed was a blur, but as soon as you were able to make sense of being in your bedroom, you felt Crosshair picking you up and setting you gently on the bed. He crawled on the bed too, perching himself up on his knees to pull his shirt up over his body to cast it aside, and you couldn’t help the tiny whimper that left you at the sight of him.
Crosshair was gorgeous, with his beautiful bronze skin apparently glowing in the light of your room. The snake tattoo on his forearm seemed more prominent when he was shirtless, but your eyes were drawn to the area of his chest where you couldn’t help but stare at the thin layer of hair near the center, as well as the little 99 tattooed underneath his left pec. There were also scars scattered around his torso, all balanced out with the lean lines of his muscles.
He smirked at the sight of you, proud that you apparently liked what you saw. You knew he wasn’t done, for he then proceeded to undo his trousers, which you gladly watched him do. When Crosshair was naked in front of you, you hurried to take off your blouse and your pants, which he helped you out of, until at last you lay bare and naked underneath him.
The electricity of the moment paled in comparison to the cellar at the bar the other night, an occasion far more desperate and wanting at the time. This was far more intimate, even romantic, as Crosshair leaned down and made contact with your skin. You felt yourself engulfed in his warmth as he kissed you again. He switched between your lips, your chin, and your neck, ravishing you and making you feel like you were among clouds. You rested your head back on the pillow and let him have his way with you, which would pleasantly surprise you sooner rather than later when you felt his fingers beginning to stroke you between your legs.
A moan escaped you like honey. Crosshair applied the right amount of pressure to your folds to make the pleasure begin to flow through your body, steady and delicious. Your arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer as you continued to kiss him, and when you brushed your tongue past his lips to wrestle with his, you felt his long finger slipping inside your walls to stroke and curl inside you. Hungrily, you moaned into him, partly wishing it was his cock inside you rather than his finger, but you wouldn’t rush things.
Delectably slowly, you felt yourself getting closer to climax, and the way your moaning escalated lay testament to that. Your grip around Crosshair was as hard as it could be, and when he began to feel your walls tighten around his finger, Crosshair emerged from your lips and gasped for air, looking into your eyes. You pleaded to him with your gaze not to stop, to please continue and push you over that edge you so desperately wanted. All it took was a smirk from him to finally do it, and you began to quiver underneath him as you moaned loud enough for the adjacent apartments to hear you. Incoherent mumbles escaped you, but among them, Crosshair was able to make out the words kiss me, please, and he obliged.
You drowned in the feeling of his lips on yours while your orgasm endured, and as the waves wore off, you felt Crosshair shifting your positions. Now, his back lay flat on the bed and you were on top of him, and it was only then that you broke the kiss to position your entrance on top of his erection. You both moaned in unison as you sat down on him, and with his strong hands, Crosshair helped you bounce up and down rhythmically.
“Come here,” Crosshair beckoned.
You leaned forward while Crosshair continued thrusting upwards, and you enjoyed the feeling of being close to him once again. Your lips found his and you kissed him with the same fire as before, only pausing to look into his gorgeous eyes as the pleasure filled you again. Your attention lingered on every one of Crosshair’s tiny grunts and moans—they were enough to send sparks through your whole body, and you felt you could listen to him do that forever. Crosshair’s grip on your hips tightened, thrusting into you at a speed you felt was impossible, and at that rhythm of pounding, you quickly shattered over him in another orgasm, moaning louder than before and quaking on top of his body. You felt your arousal squirting out of you and dripping onto his skin, a feeling you knew he picked up on when he moaned deep and delicious into the room. Not long after that, the familiar sensation of hot ropes of cum strewing inside of you made you see white, and you felt your body rise and fall in tandem with Crosshair’s heavy breathing as he slowed down and tried to recover himself.
“Mine…” Crosshair mumbled. “Fuck, you’re mine.”
You moaned at his words and leaned down to kiss him. “All yours, handsome…”
With the strength he had left, Crosshair tightened his grip around you and flipped you over, and now, he was on top of you.
Your man, your lover, was nowhere near done with you, and you were ready for nights like those to become a regular part of both of your lives.
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Hm? *gets hit in the face with a note* GAH- *opens the note* another request? But it’s with- *ahem* “I request Reader x Crosshair but make it with Pheromones please-” Oh no…
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You are getting a lot of those notes, aren't you? 😁
Well, as it happens, I actually have an idea for a scenario like this, I'm telling you I gathered the wildest ideas in my fever dreams 😅
Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-shot -
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Warnings: 'Good old' Pollen Trope/ Smut/ 18+/ Bondage/ Dubious Consent/PiV Sex/ Dirty Talk/ Strong Language/ Oral/ Feral Crosshair/ Graphic Description Of Sexual Actions/Overstimulating
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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)
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AC: I feel like I've not written anything like this in years. Which of course isn't true, but it still feels like it. But I think I like what came out of this.
Crosshair keeps sneezing as you make your way back from your little expedition. The rest of the group is on an errand with Rex and his shuttle. You and Crosshair have stayed behind. Curiosity has driven you into the surrounding landscape of the Marauders' landing site.
Even though Crosshair has no interest in the surrounding flora and fauna, he reluctantly came along, saying, "I guess I can't let you go off on your own. If anything happens to you, I will never hear the end of it when the others come back"
You take off your gear when you get back, at least the things you don't need at the moment, as he sneezes again. Crosshair sighs and rubs his temples.
You frown critically and say, "You should have used an air filter, like me"
"Nonsense," he grumbles.
"Well, I don't have to sneeze," you reply, shrugging your shoulders.
He rolls his eyes and waves you off.
"Just some pollen, nothing more, it'll be over in a minute"
You pick up your data pad and say, "Some pollen can be dangerous, Cross"
When you call him by the pet name you're the only one to use, he rolls his eyes again, but he doesn't complain. He doesn't want to admit it, but somehow he likes that you've given him a nickname. It shows that you like him, and he likes the idea, but he won't admit that either.
You browse through some information about the planet, especially the fauna, and suddenly stop. Something you've discovered makes you nervous.
"See," he says contentedly, "it's stopped already, I don't have to sneeze anymore, it's all half as bad"
When you don't answer, he turns back to you after taking off his armor.
"Since when are you so quiet?"
Again, you don't answer, you're engrossed in the information about a particular plant you've found.
"Hey, Kitten," he says impatiently, "are you even listening to me?"
You look up and ask him critically, "Why did you take off your armor? It's the middle of the day"
Crosshair shrugs and says, "It's warm in here, and it's more comfortable without it"
You say critically, "I don't think it's warm in here"
He grumbles, "Well, I do"
"Any other symptoms?" you ask, a little alarmed.
Crosshair reaches for your holopad, takes it from your hand, and skims the article you've just read.
Depending on the amount of pollen inhaled...Heat flushes, sneezing, headache, followed by extremely increased libido, sexual desire bordering on animalistic proportions, loss of control... High probability of becoming a danger to yourself and those around you. If left untreated, the condition ends in extremely high fever, which can lead to brain damage or even death. No medical treatment options. Only treatment option is sexual relief (sexual intercourse/sexual acts that lead to repeated orgasms)
"What the hell are you reading? Is that a guide to one of those dirty little stories you sometimes write?"
Startled, you stare at him.
"What?"
Crosshair smirks, shrugging his shoulders in a suggestive manner.
"Well, you fell asleep writing the other day and your pad was still on, just lying there. I took a quick look over it. It was pretty clear quickly what you were writing"
You feel hot and cold, you're not sure exactly how much he's read, and you wonder if he realizes that you're imagining him as you write. But another thought outweighs your shame, your worry.
You scroll back up a bit on the pad that's still in his hands, point to the picture of a flower and say, "No, that's an article about this plant. We walked through a field of these flowers earlier while you weren't using an air filter. You're already showing symptoms"
Crosshair blinks, skims the text again.
"Oh," he says quietly.
He tosses the holopad onto your bunk, rubs his temples again and looks around. He can feel it now, slowly at first, gradually but steadily increasing. His body temperature is getting higher, his thoughts are getting mixed up, there is a penetrating buzzing behind his temples, and there is clearly a very physical desire.
"I need you to cuff me, for your safety. Where are my handcuffs?"
Crosshair hears a click, then feels cold metal. You've cuffed his own wrist and chained him to the weapon rack.
"I'm ahead of you," you say softly.
"Clever girl. But that won't be enough. You have to tie me up properly"
„Properly?“, you ask, frowning.
Crosshair nods and says, "Yeah, I can open handcuffs without a key if I have one hand free"
You mumble with a grin, "Sneaky bastard"
"Shut up, kitten," he says calmly, with a little smirk, pointing to the other bunks, "Better find something to tie me up before the symptoms get worse"
Unsure, you go to the drawers and side compartments of the other bunks. You find some more handcuffs and chain his other wrist to the weapon rack on the wall.
Crosshair groans softly, a bulge has already formed in his Black's pants. He is far too warm in his skin and his cock is as hard as a diamond.
For a second you just look at him, his slender, wiry but stealed figure chained to the weapons rack at the wall. His shoulders down to his hips forming an apetizing V-line.
"Okay, so far so good," he says tensely, "But that's not enough"
You frown, but finally get two more cable ties and tie his legs to the frame on the wall. Crosshair stands there, as if nailed to a cross or pilloried, except that it is a weapon rack that is firmly anchored to the wall.
"Fuck," he moans softly.
Automatically, he writhes in his restraints, his clothes, the pants of his Blacks rubbing over his hard cock, eliciting another soft moan. He is extremely sensitive at the moment.
"But what now?" you ask anxiously, straining not to look down between his legs.
"I can't hurt anyone now," Crosshair says and swallows.
He means you, he can't hurt you now, he can't do anything against your will, you realize.
"But... We have to do something, you could die or suffer permanent damage from this condition," you say nervously.
You can see that he can barely think straight, that he would love to tear himself away if he could. But he smiles at you and says, "You're not worried about me, are you?"
"Of course I'm worried", you say, almost indignant he might question this.
He licks his lips, his mind a jumble of images of nudity, physical contact, of him sinking his cock inside you, in pretty much any of your holes that would do. Crosshair blinks a few times, trying to collect himself.
"Well, you can help me now, but on your terms. I can't force you to do anything, that was important to me. Hence, the shackles. It was clear to both of us long ago that I still need your help now. Unless you want me to die, or my mind to turn in to a vegetable"
Heat rises in your cheeks. You've imagined being with him so many times, but not like this.
He laughs softly as a drop of sweat rolls off his forehead.
"Now you can live out some of the fantasies you love to write about. Honestly, I always knew you had a naughty spirit in you"
The thought, the question of how much he has really read of your stories and perhaps even diary entries that are on the same data pad, comes to mind.
You swallow and look at him, chained there. Your gaze does wander down to the enormous bulge in his blacks.
You hear him purr, "Okay kitten, your attention is already going in the right direction"
He strains against his restraints, automatically wanting to reach for you, but to no avail. A small frustrated growl comes out of his throat as he realizes once again that he is not able to touch you right now.
No matter what you do now, no matter what you're both about to do, this isn't going to be romantic, nothing loving, that much you both realize. But contrary to your expectations, the thought doesn't repel you, actually, there's something appealingly wicked about it.
As you sink to your knees in front of him, a shiver runs through his body in aroused anticipation. He can barely move, only his pelvis has a little room to move forward, and he stretches out towards you in invitation.
"Be a good girl, help me"
You look up at him uncertainly, in his gaze you not only find confirmation of what you are about to do, it is a feverishly hot gaze, full of expectation and challenge with which Crosshair looks down at you.
You reach for the waistband of his Blacks' pants and slowly pull them down. As the fabric brushes over his skin, over his hard cock as you free it, he trembles excitedly.
It stands right in front of your face, thick, veiny, with a slightly reddened, swollen tip. His testicles are bulging. His cock twitches with every breath you take, because he can feel every waft of air.
"Do it," he demands in a smoky voice, his eyes glazed over with desire, "suck me good"
You wonder how he would talk to you at a moment like this if he wasn't under the influence of the pollen, but only for a second. You've always been curious about a sexual encounter with Crosshair, and his cock looks gorgeous.
Your hand reaches for it automatically, and you're almost shocked at how red-hot it feels. His temperature is rising, no time to hesitate.
Your tongue twitches over his velvety, swollen tip, catching a salty drop of pre-cum.
"Fuck," Crosshair growls, his pelvis twitching, "come on, kitten, it's getting unbearably hot under my skin"
You don't think about it for long. Your lips open, your tongue outstretched, pressed against the underside of his cock, you take him into your mouth. Your head moves back and forth, bobbing back and forth with his cock between your lips.
At first, you're so far back that, despite his relative freedom of movement with his pelvis, he has no control over how deep he penetrates your mouth. But it feels surprisingly wonderful, the sounds he makes, moaning, growling, whimpering. You can feel your panties getting wet and a tingling sensation between your thighs. Your pearl swells, pulsating gently at first, but demanding, longing to be touched, stimulated.
On impulse, you move closer, giving him more room to move. As soon as he realizes that he can penetrate deeper on his own, he greedily pushes his cock deeper into your mouth, down your throat, almost to the hilt. Your eyes immediately start to water, but you don't pull back, you let him have his way with your mouth. He pulls his pelvis back and forth, thrusting deep again and again until your face is wet with tears and saliva drips from your chin because you can't swallow everything around his thick cock.
Crosshair stares down at you, his gaze full of fire, glassy and dark.
He gasps excitedly, "I knew there was a dirty thing somewhere inside you, look at you eagerly sucking my cock. I wish I could record this, so I could watch it over and over again, how perfect this image looks"
You don't have the time or the opportunity to object, nor do you want to. Your hand automatically slips into your pants and under the fabric of your panties. You can feel the heat emanating from your pubic area on your fingertips even before you touch your clit.
There it is, finally, the touch, a shiver runs through your body. The touch your pearl has been longing for. Your fingertips glide over the sensitive bundle of nerves, faster and faster, as Crosshair's cock pushes up to the gag reflex again and again.
You keep sucking at him, almost hungrily, like there is no tomorrow.
Crosshair fucks your mouth restlessly, his pelvis shaking with every thrust, his arms tugging at the handcuffs again and again. Then he sees your hand in your pants, something about the sight pulls him over the edge, with a low growl, he spurts his load down your throat. You swallow hastily as he leaves your mouth and take a deep breath.
"A good little dirty thing you are. Look at you, not only did you suck my cock like an addict, you touched yourself"
His gaze is still glassy, feverish, full of heat, a dangerous, knowing grin on his face.
"Untie me, kitten, and I'll give you what your little pussy needs," he coos.
His words roll over your skin and down into your pussy, where they trigger a pulsing, demanding twitch.
Contrary to any fear or uncertainty about his condition, you cut the cable ties on his ankles. Then you grab the key for the handcuffs, you hesitate only briefly, barely noticeably, but then you unlock the handcuffs.
You don't even have time to be surprised. Crosshair immediately peels you out of your clothes, partially tearing them as he loses his patience. He pushes you towards the bunk in front of you until you automatically climb onto it on all fours to avoid falling over.
"That's it, keep sticking your gorgeous ass up, show me your little pussy," he growls in a smoky voice.
With the flat of his hand, he gives you a gentle pat between your legs.
"There it is," he coos contentedly, "soft, warm and wet"
One of his fingers slides along your velvety folds to your heated opening and sinks greedily inside. You moan as he sinks a second finger between your slick walls.
"You're hungry for my cock, aren't you?"
You moan a yes as you thrust your buttocks towards him. All you hear from him in response is a growl. You feel him pull his fingers from you and as you look over your shoulder, you see him licking your juices from his knuckles.
"Actually, I'd love to lick your little honey pot, but I just can't wait, I can't," Crosshair says a little breathlessly as he parts your wet folds with his tip and with a smooth thrust fills your pussy to the brim with his cock.
The sensation is intense, his hard, thick length filling you up, stretching your wet hole.
His fingers claw into your hips, not exactly gently, as he begins to move, pulling his pelvis back only to thrust into you again. He moans and curses, the feel of your wet heat enveloping him so incredibly intense, his cock so incredibly, unusually sensitive.
His grip, his nails, are sure to leave a mark, but you're far too horny to mind. His thrusts are short, he never pulls far out of you, but he thrusts into you quickly, panting, clutching at you.
His pelvis slaps your backside again and again, the sound fills the room, accompanied by moans, growls, whimpers. Crosshair doesn't feel like his temperature is dropping, he's more in control than he expected, but his hunger hasn't abated one bit.
He growls, gives you a slap on the ass and murmurs, "You like that, you've always wanted my cock inside you"
You are so lost in your excitement that at first you don't even realize what he is saying. When you don't answer immediately, he grabs your neck and pulls you towards him so that the back of your head is against his shoulder.
"Say it!" he growls, his hand still on your neck.
Crosshair doesn't really squeeze, just applies enough pressure to make it clear that he wants your attention.
"What?" you ask hoarsely, the feeling of his cock thrusting into you again and again taking over your entire mind.
"You've always wanted my cock inside you. Say it! I want to hear it," he moans urgently.
You gasp.
"Fuck. Yes, I've always wanted your cock inside me, deep inside me," you croak, moaning.
You yelp as he gives you a particularly hard, deep thrust and pauses in this position for a few seconds. His thighs tremble for a moment, a half-suppressed moan comes from his throat, then you feel his semen shoot into you.
You're both breathing heavily, Crosshair growls softly.
"Still feverish, still hard, I guess I'll have to make your wet dreams come true a little longer"
He pushes you off him, onto the bunk you're kneeling on, and turns you around, gripping your hips. Crosshair grabs the back of your knees to hold your legs up and apart. The next second, he's thrusting his cock into you again, accompanied by the dirty, wet sound his hard length makes in your pussy filled with your juices and his seed. Each thrust makes that lewd, wet sound, you feel his seed and your juices partially dripping out of you, onto your buns and onto the sheet beneath you.
After all, you're in your own bunk. But this fact startles you all the more as Crosshair reaches purposefully to his right and pulls open a small drawer. He pulls out a small object and grins with satisfaction.
"I knew you had toys here, I heard them vibrating under your blanket the other night"
He moves his cock slowly inside you as he looks at the toy, and the heat of shame rises in your face.
"What exactly does that thing do?" he wants to know, his gaze fascinated but still feverish, glassy.
You swallow and say meekly, "It sucks the clitoris into this little opening and vibrates as it does so"
He raises his eyebrows and looks past the toy at you.
"Is that good?"
"My favorite toy," you say, still meekly.
He looks down, positions the toy so that it can suck your clit perfectly and turns it on, turning the power up quite high. The toy sucks in your clit and vibrates on the sensitive bundle of nerves, immediately sending a pulse through your whole body.
You let out a startled squeak. In combination with his thick cock inside you, the additional stimulation from the toy is very intense. Your hands claw into the mattress and sheets as he starts to thrust into you again.
"Fuuuuck," you moan out.
Crosshair takes you again faster, harder and growls, "That's more like it"
Your mind dissolves into nothing, the thought of how he sees you right now, that he knows about the toy, that he knows you've been secretly masturbating here under the covers, all swept away in one swoop. The stimulation is too intense, your whole body vibrates, trembles, tenses with arousal.
"You're close," he moans, realizing, "I can feel your sweet pussy contracting"
The stimulation, his words, the sound of his voice, all at once your climax washes you over the edge, and you fall into a pulsating tangle of over-stimulation. Automatically, you want to reach for the toy to remove it, but Crosshair's hands shoot forward, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head.
"Fuck! Crosshair, that's too much, the toy!" you gasp breathlessly, twitching and writhing, the sensation far too intense.
He pushes himself deeper into your lap, takes you faster, with shorter, firmer thrusts. He stares at you, something about the way you squirm and twitch, the thought that you are helplessly at the mercy of this over-stimulation turns him on. It doesn't take long, his thrusts become irregular, his lap trembles between your twitching thighs, and he cums inside you again.
You're still whimpering and squirming, finally he lets go of you, and before you can remove it, Crosshair releases you from the toy.
You breathe heavily, sighing with relief.
You look up, his gaze no longer glassy and feverish, more scrutinizing, brooding, as you know him to be.
"Sorry," he says, shrugging his shoulders, "but it was incredibly hot to have you under me while you were twitching under the over-stimulation, one hell of a turn on."
You roll your eyes and sigh, "I'm glad you enjoyed it"
"You had your fun too, didn't you?" he growls sarcastically, "Or did you just get me untied to see what would happen?"
You can almost feel an argument brewing, but you don't want to argue, especially not now. You try to distract him.
"How are you feeling now? Headache, fever?"
Crosshair senses that you're trying to avoid the discussion, but he answers you anyway, "I'm fine, I think, no fever, no headache, no other symptoms either."
You nod, climb out of the bunk and say, "Good, I need to use the refresher for a while, I need to clean myself up"
But Crosshair blocks your path to the refresher. You hastily grab your bathrobe and put it on as you realize you're both still naked.
"You haven't answered me yet," he says stubbornly.
"What?"
"Whether you had fun"
You clear your throat and say, "I had an orgasm, if that's what you mean"
Crosshair frowns.
"No, that's not what I meant, at least not exclusively."
You lick your lips and avoid his gaze, but he gently but firmly grabs your chin, yet your eyes continue to avoid his.
"Kitten? Look at me."
His voice sounds so unusually gentle that you automatically look at him.
"I just want to be sure that I didn't overstep any boundaries and that you didn't come away unsatisfied, as you know I didn't really have complete control over what happened."
You look at him wide-eyed, then feel heat rising in your cheeks as you say meekly, "I had more fun than I want to admit"
A smile creeps onto his face.
"I knew that. Good girl. Come on now, let us go wash you"
You raise your eyebrows questioningly.
"Us?"
Crosshair grabs your hand and pulls you into the refresher with him.
He winks at you, "We made the mess together, so let's remove it together. Come on, don't act like you don't want to be sponge-washed by me"
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I absolutely need to see this written. I’ve been non stop thinking about Reader riding crosshair, but like they watched a few spicy videos on how to REALLY ride him. So when reader and crosshair are getting hot n heavy they wait for him to tell them to get on top and just BOOM. He’s just completely shocked and tries not to become a puddle under you as he’s trying to get you to match a rhythm that would make him last longer but reader is just absolutely determined to show him and take his soul ☺️☺️😌😌
Bet you thought I was never gonna do this request huh? bet you thought i forgot about you.
Well jokes on you I was just suffering through a massive writers block as well as being super busy with IRL stuff but im back now (◡‿◡✿)
Rating: E (18+)
Warnings: Unprotected PiV, Creampie, Fingering, Petnames (princess)
Words: 900+
The two of you stumbled inside your apartment, hands grasping at each other, lips connected in a passionate dance as you stumbled inside. You blindly reach along your wall for the light switch as Crosshair kisses along your jaw and down your neck, biting softly, leaving his mark.
You finally manage to fumble your way to the light switch as Crosshair drags your shirt over your head and kisses down your breasts, licking and sucking marks into the skin of your cleavage as you run your fingers along the skin of his abs, following his lead and ripping the shirt over his head as he leads you over to the couch in your living room. He lays you down on the couch and begins tugging your pants and underwear down your body in one motion before unbuckling his belt and laying on top of you, connecting his lips with yours once again for another passionate kiss.
“Missed you… So much” he mumbles against your lips as he holds himself above you with one arm, the other travelling down your body towards your folds, his fingertips brushing against the length of your body before he finds his target and begins rubbing tight circles against your clit. You bite your lip looking up at him through your lashes. His pupils are blown wide with lust, his lips are parted slightly as he pants.
He looks ethereal you think, in this moment he looks perfect.
You moan quietly as he slips a finger inside of you, then a second, letting your eyes flutter closed as you feel his long, talented fingers working their way deeper inside you, expertly hitting that spot inside you repeatedly, making you see stars.
“Fuck Cross…” he rips a louder moan from you as he flexes his fingers, your toes curl as you feel the familiar peak coming closer and closer. He smirks as he watches you slowly come undone on two of his fingers. That stupid self satisfied smirk you want to wipe off his stupidly handsome face.
He adds another finger, all you can hear over the blood rushing through your ears is the lewd squelching of his hand working you closer towards oblivion.
“That’s it princess… just like that” he thrusts his hand faster, harder, pulling you over the edge with practiced ease, revelling in the way your walls clench and flex around his fingers, wanting nothing more than to feel them around his cock. You writhe, panting and moaning his name as your orgasm washes over you.
He begins kissing down your body again, kissing and sucking at your jaw, your neck, down your chest before lightly slapping your thigh “up” is all he says. You stand on shaky legs, holding onto the back of the couch for support as he lies down on the couch in the space you were just occupying, patting his lap. “Come on princess, time to claim your throne” he drawls, looking up at you with a cocky smirk plastered on his face.
It's the first time since you began you have taken a moment to actually look at him. He’s panting, his chest and neck are flushed an adorable pink and as your gaze wanders down you see his cock, rock hard and leaking beads of precum as he strokes it slowly, waiting for you. He looks positively desperate, and you can’t get enough.
You can’t help but smirk at how unprepared he is for what’s about to happen.
You take your spot on his lap, resting your folds against his length, dragging your slick entrance along his cock slowly causing him to groan softly and thrust his hips against you. “Come on princess, don’t tease me, it’s been too long” his voice is husky, intense, raw.
Who are you to keep your man waiting?
You lift yourself up off him and grasp his length before slowly sinking down on him. The stretch is divine, and it causes both of you to let out moans that has you worried your neighbours are going to lodge a noise complaint about you.
He’s panting, digging his fingers into your hips as he takes a moment to adjust to the feeling of you wrapped around him. You will afford him no such luxury however as you start moving your hips. Dragging your body against him, moving your hips in a figure eight as you continue raising your body up off him only to slam it down again. He gasps digging his fingers into the plush skin of your hips hard enough to bruise, groaning in pleasure as you continue your assault on his senses.
Usually when you’re on top, he moves his hips, thrusting up into you as you bounce on top of him, but today your technique has him motionless beneath you, a willing victim to the pleasure you’re providing him. You can see him clench his jaw as he stares up at you with half lidded eyes, moaning raggedly as he tries to hold himself back from the edge.
“F-fuck princess… if you keep that up I’m gonna…” he lets out another loud moan as he bites his lip, he knows he’s not going to last much longer, and you intend to make sure of it. You double your efforts, moving your hips, slamming yourself down against him, dragging your clit against his pubic hair creating more delicious friction for yourself. It’s enough to bring you over the edge your cunt clenching around him causing him to screw his eyes shut and hiss through gritted teeth as he cums.
He moans your name low in his throat as he finishes, his cock throbbing as he empties himself inside you, hips thrusting on their own accord as he rides out the waves of pleasure.
He slowly opens his eyes, chest heaving as he kneads the skin of your hips.
“Holy shit… where did you learn how to do that?”
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𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕖? ⋆*･ﾟ𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕣
➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ᴘᴇɴᴇᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ ꜱᴇx, ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱʜᴀɪʀ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ʜᴜɢ (ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ʙᴜᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʟᴋꜱ)
⋆ ★ ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪᴅʀᴋ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ʙᴇ ꜱʜɪᴛ. ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴡᴇᴀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴇxᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ɪɴᴛᴇʀɪᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴜʏꜱ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.
➼ ᴛʜɪꜱ ꜰɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ. ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ 18+ ᴅɴɪ
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You’re under him getting your insides rearranged when you feel his hand slither up your body. His rough skin caresses yours with the touch of almost an entirely different person, slowly trailing up your body until he interlocks your fingers together and stills there, a grunt leaving his parted lips.
The way your eyes open in shock isn't intentional. No, really, you swear it isn't. You're just taken by surprise, is all. You know he's not having a good day, and judging by the pent-up way he takes you after a week of separation, probably not having a good week either.
Crosshair slowly starts moving again, dark and louder grunts escaping his closed mouth with each jerk that sends your chin dipping up and eyes rolling back again. It's dizzying how he anchors both of you with where your hands meet and hold each other; you want to gaze toward them, look at him and see if he's looking at the connection but his thrusts are making it too damn hard.
Instead, you just squeeze his hand softly with a small whine. And he stops completely. For a moment you're scared he's not breathing. But then he exhales a heavy sigh, letting his body fall onto yours completely. You gasp slightly, almost feeling suffocated, but as he adjusts to rest the side of his face beside you, kissing your temple softly and rocking his hips again, you're pleasantly surprised at how smothered you feel, in the best way possible.
Then, he squeezes your hand, tight, and continues working at his pleasure without any regard for you (Not that you really mind, you already came from his fingers alone). But he's so oddly gentle, sort of intimate, fucking you almost like a lover instead of a release he always seems to take from you greedily.
You decide to tease him a little. With a small smile playing across your lips, you turn and whisper to him,
"Going soft on me?"
The loudest noise comes out of him today; a surprised, yet delighted chuckle as he chuckles his head and squeezes your hand again, using the other to grip your waist and readjust you softly. He looks into your eyes, and you swear if you could turn his irises into something touchable you would sink right in `cause you have never seen him looking so delicately ready to break.
"Don't even dare suggest it," He barks with no bite. You just roll your eyes and take your free hand, wrapping it around his neck and bringing him down for a kiss. You won't, because if you call it out too much he'll stop immediately and you'll never get it back again. And you think you like this part of Crosshair.
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You Don’t Have to Choose
Pairing: Tech x Fem!Reader x Crosshair
Summary: Tech and Crosshair find themselves pining for the same woman. They share most other things so why not her too?
Warnings: This is filth. Just smutty smut. Oral sex (m & f receiving), PiV sex, softdom!Tech, fingering, threesome (NO c!onecest) Crosshair catches feelings, absolutely 18+ because this isn’t for minors.
Word Count: 5k — yeah I just went balls to the wall with this one lol
A/N: This was my first ever smut piece so please be kind 🥲. Thank you to my amazing proofreaders @dystopicjumpsuit and @starrylothcat I don’t deserve you!
Dividers courtesy of: @tcwmatchmakingau
You knelt between Crosshair’s knees, dabbing the gauze soaked in bacta across his knuckles, “For Maker’s sake Cross, what did you hit? A durasteel wall? You’re lucky I didn’t need to stitch this up.”
The silver-haired sniper hissed an inaudible swear through his teeth but refused to answer.
“Actually it was a B-1, but instead of a clean hit his knuckles collided with a joint causing more damage to the dermis,” Tech’s voice rang out from the cockpit.
“Tattletell,” Crosshair grumbled, “Hunter was overwhelmed. It was…reflex.”
A soft smile crept to your lips as you cooed, “I knew you were secretly a softie, Cross.” You continued your care of his hands, brushing your fingertips comfortingly across them. It was a touch that was more affectionate than clinical. “Don’t worry I won’t tell anyone.”
Crosshair shifted uncomfortably at the praise, refusing to meet your eyes but you were certain a smile briefly pulled at the corners of his mouth before he suppressed it.
“Tech!” you called as you finished gathering the contents of your medkit, “don’t think I didn’t see that head wound you tried to hide from me when you got back!” You huffed impatiently as you marched into the cockpit.
“I am fine. Your concern is unwarranted,” Tech held up his hand to you which you immediately swatted away.
“I’m the medic here. I’ll make that call.” You grabbed his chin and turned him to face you. He rolled his eyes as you inspected the head wound that was poorly tended and still bleeding.
“I swear to the Force, Tech. You and Crosshair are, without a doubt, my worst patients. Hunter and Wrecker let me take care of them with no complaints. But you two? You hide everything and Crosshair is so tight lipped I have to use a hydrospanner to get him to open up about his injuries. Just. Let. Me. Do. My. Job.” You furrowed your brow as you tenderly cleaned and covered his injury. Your fingers brushed down along his jaw sending a slight chill down his spine. You pulled out your pen torch and reached for Tech’s goggles.
He pushed your hand away, “That is unnecessary. My injury was not substantial enough to…” he paused when he heard the clicking of your grinding teeth. “Very well, if you insist,” he relented, lifting his goggles from his face.
Your face softened as you leaned in to shine the pen torch in each eye. “Pupillary light response is normal.”
Tech turned back to face the viewport, “I told you as such.”
You pushed yourself between his knees and caged him in against the pilot’s seat. “Uh-uh. I want to make myself abundantly clear, Tech.” You leaned into him nearly nose to nose and intensely held his gaze, “Stop hiding injuries from me. And tell your brother he needs to verbalize what he needs from me.”
Tech inhaled and met your intensity. While he didn’t carry the imposing stature of Wrecker, he was not easily intimidated. “I will share injuries when I feel they require your expertise. And you and I both know Crosshair is hardly a conversationalist. That is his nature and you cannot change him.”
Your lips pressed into a hard line. “I’m not asking to change him, I am asking for cooperation. From you both.”
Tech put his goggles back on before retorting, “The best I can offer is speaking on Cross’s behalf. I did it when we were cadets on Kamino and sometimes still do. He dislikes the Kaminoans and medical procedures even more.”
You closed your eyes and sighed as you relented, “Fine. That’s fair. I understand his discomfort and if your speaking for him means I can better help him then we can do that.” You pressed your forehead to Tech’s “But you, sir, will be the death of me if you keep hiding injuries. Please, try to trust that I can help you. Even with the insignificant ones.”
Tech blinked rapidly, taken aback by your sudden intimate show of affection, “I do trust you.”
You pulled back with a look of sadness and exhaustion in your eyes, “Prove it then.” You gathered your medkit and climbed over his lithely long leg before pausing at the door to the cockpit, “You’re medically cleared, by the way. If you feel any discomfort feel free to let me know, though I’m sure you won’t.”
“What was that?” Crosshair sat in the copilot seat and flung his feet onto the console.
Tech shot him a glare before answering, “She seems to believe that I do not trust her. And she wants you to speak up and tell her what you need.” Crosshair hummed in acknowledgment, staring straight ahead. Tech continued, “I told her I would speak on your behalf regarding any medical issues.”
Crosshair tilted his head toward his brother, “We aren’t cadets anymore. You don’t have to do that.”
“I am aware. However, I am also aware of how distressing medical procedures still are for you. No matter how minor.” Tech remembered how many medical procedures he’d had to intervene on Crosshair's behalf. He’d do it for the rest of their lives if he had to.
“Thanks,” he let his head flop back onto the headrest. “Should we tell her?”
“Perhaps. I have been thinking about that. We agreed to not confess our attraction to her owing to not wanting her to have to choose, correct?” Tech fiddled with controls as he spoke.
“Yeah?” Crosshair’s leg bounced, not knowing what Tech was thinking was rare for him and it always made him nervous when it happened.
“What if we did not ask her to choose?” Tech asked pointedly.
“You mean you want to… share her?” The incredulity was dripping in Crosshair’s voice at Tech’s suggestion. The two of them shared many things, living spaces, genetics, secrets, sometimes even clothing when they weren’t paying attention when putting on their blacks, but a woman? That would be a first.
“Precisely,” he held up his finger, eyes fixed on the console before him.
“What makes you think she would go for it?” Crosshair ran his fingers through his silver locks.
“She shows all the markers for physical attraction at the minimum: pupillary dilation upon seeing us, elevation in heart rate and respiration, opting for closer physical proximity to us.” Pride beamed from Tech’s face as he continued, “And a particularly charming smile that I have only ever seen directed towards us.”
Crosshair leaned forward and looked at Tech, concern still etched into his brow. “But both of us?”
“What do we have to lose? We already avoid her as it is. At least we would have a reason if she was not amenable to the suggestion.” Tech answered ardently.
Crosshair narrowed his eyes at Tech. “And if she is amenable?”
Tech glanced back toward him with a slight shrug. “Lucky us.”
***********
You reclined across the crash seats, feet kicked up as you caught up with journals on the most u-pto-date medical practices. You were deeply focused on efficient battlefield stabilization techniques when Crosshair’s voice startled you.
“You could get hurt sitting like that.”
You let out a squeak as your datapad flew from your hands. Tech easily caught it single handed as he stood over you.
“Maker, you almost made me jump out of my skin, Cross!” As you sat up you realized only Tech and Crosshair had approached you. “Is everything okay? Do you need me to take a look at that hand, Crosshair? You’re not having headaches, are you Tech?” You stood up, ready to grab your medkit.
Crosshair stood behind Tech, flicking his toothpick idly as his eyes drank you in from head to toe. “No. We have no physical complaints. Crosshair and I actually have a proposition for you,” Tech’s unfalteringly calm voice gave you chills as he caged you in against the wall.
“What would that be?” Your voice cracked as you attempted to steady your breathing.
“We find you exceptionally alluring.” Even through his goggles you could see desire burning in his eyes. “And we know you are also attracted to us.”
You narrowed your eyes at him trying not to give up your cards too soon, “You seem quite sure of that.”
A smile curled at the corners of Tech’s mouth. He slowly leaned in, licking his lips as he hovered so close to your ear you could feel his breath all the way down your neck. “Do not play coy, mesh’la. That is a game you will not win. I am seldom wrong. We see the smiles, the close proximity you unconsciously try to keep to us. I’ve seen your pupillary response when speaking to myself and Crosshair as opposed to Hunter and Wrecker. I have watched your increased respiration and felt your heart rate increase through your radial pulse when I have held your wrist.”
An involuntary whine vibrated in your chest, “Y-You noticed all of that?”
The sound pulled a smile from Crosshair, “Hear that Tech? She’s already worked up.” He leaned over Tech’s shoulder, licking his lips as his eyes remained fixed on your crotch.
Tech cocked an eyebrow, “Indeed. She is even prettier when she’s flustered.”
Crosshair grinned deviously and whispered in your other ear, “Give up, doll. Tech’s right. You won’t win this game.” He grazed your ear with his teeth before pulling back to stand behind Tech again leaving you momentarily breathless.
“Would you acquiesce to allowing Crosshair and myself to provide you with an evening of pleasure you have never known before?”
Your heart fluttered at the suggestion. Your eyes looked from Crosshair to Tech before giving your answer. “Yes. Yes, I would very much enjoy an evening with you.”
Crosshair flicked his toothpick into a nearby bin. He leaned in and gripped your chin, “You’re in for a treat princess. Tech? Explain the rules to her.”
As he turned to walk away, Tech leaned back in, brushing his nose from your hairline down to the delicate dip where your neck and shoulder meet. He pulled down the collar of your body glove enough to expose the soft skin where he began to kiss you. You gasped. His mouth felt incredible. What started light and soft ended with him leaving his mark.
“Just follow my directions, cyare, and you will experience the greatest pleasure you will ever know,” he murmured.
************
When you arrived back on Kamino, the boys sent you ahead to the barracks while they headed to the medical bay for the regular check in and check up from the Kaminoans. The silence in the room was only broken by the Kaminoan rain tapping on the windows. As you moved about arranging equipment and settling in, your mind wandered to Tech and Crosshair. Ever since your conversation, you’d noticed they’d been more affectionate. A hand in the small of your back, a tap on the chin, breathing in your scent in tight spaces; and every show of affection sent you spiraling deeper into your feelings for them.
Tech had implied he’d arranged something with Hunter that would give the three of you privacy in the barracks at some point. The thought brought flutters to your chest. The anticipation was torturous, and just imagining what Cross and Tech had planned for you caused you to ache. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door hissing open. You were surprised to see Tech entering alone.
“Well, cyare. Are you ready? Hunter and Wrecker have previous engagements elsewhere. We agreed we should make the most of the time alone,” he purred as he leaned on his workbench.
“And Cross?” You glanced at the door waiting for him to stroll in with his signature swagger.
“He will join us later. We have already discussed it. You are mine right now. Next time he will have the honor of doing this. Of preparing you.”
His words sent you reeling. You are mine right now. The possessiveness of his tone sent your heart racing and made you ache more in the deepest depths of your core.
“Do you mind if I record us? I would thoroughly enjoy rewatching to identify what exactly makes you come completely unraveled. For next time.” He tapped the recording device on his goggles.
“Next time?” Your breath hitched, “There’s…there’s going to be a next time?”
“Assuming you are pleased with our performance, yes. We would like this to be a recurring experience. Both together and individually. Our attraction to you does traverse the physical into the emotional. I thought that was obvious.”
A soft whimper escaped you before you answered, “Yes, of course you can record this Tech.”
He nodded, removing the last of his armor, leaving him standing before you in his blacks. He reached his hand out to you, a gesture that was far more chivalrous than you’d anticipated for the evening. You accepted his outstretched hand and he guided you to Crosshair’s bunk. You began to undress, but he stopped you.
“Allow me, mesh’la. I would like to take this moment alone to appreciate you.”
Piece by piece he stripped you down to nothing, kisses trailing behind the shed garments. You closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his soft lips brushing over your body. He studied you; his hands learned you. His touch was soft and gentle as he traced your features,placing kisses on all of your exposed skin. You cupped his cheeks and pulled him in, your tongue teasing at his lips, begging for entry. His kisses were methodical like everything he did. He was testing, experimenting with different techniques, seeing what you liked. Paying attention to your body language and adjusting accordingly. However, while every move was deliberate, there was a gentle reverence there as well. He stroked and nuzzled and caressed. He guided you to the bunk, he leaned against the head of the bed and settled you between his legs.
As you reclined in his lap, you felt so vulnerable and yet safe. His fingertips wandered your naked body as he placed kisses all along your neck.
“Relax cyar’ika. You spend all your time caring for us. Allow me to care for you.” The rumble of his voice in his chest spurred on the heat growing between your legs. You sighed a soft whine and he smiled, “It would seem you find my touch pleasurable already.”
Just the sound of his voice had your pussy clenching, “Oh stars, Tech. Please don’t stop.”
“I had not planned on it,” his lips brushed your ear as he spoke, sending chills across your body. You reached behind you and clasped your hand to the back of his neck, grasping the hair at the nape. He growled in response to your touch, a new sound you’d not heard from him before but certainly wanted to hear again.
His hands continued to wander until they settled on your breasts. His deft fingers moved and played with your nipples with the same skill and agility you’d seen used while he tinkered under the control panel of the Marauder. The feeling of the soft concentric circles he was drawing pulled a lewd groan from you as you arched your back.
“Fascinating,” was all he said as he continued his ministrations with one hand and trailed the other to between your legs. You were dripping wet already, yearning for relief. You spread your legs more hoping to entice him. He ran his finger softly along your folds, you bucked your hips chasing the pleasure his fingers brought. He hummed, “All in good time, darling. All in good time. Maker, you are so wet already. I am, admittedly, a little jealous that Crosshair gets to eat your pussy tonight. But that does not mean I cannot taste you now.”
He traced your sex a few more times, admiring it. His other hand left your breast, trailing lightly down your torso to your folds to spread you open. He dipped a finger inside you slowly, swirling and thrusting. He brought the finger to his mouth groaning at the taste of you, his cock twitching beneath his blacks. You inhaled sharply. His touch was divine and you didn’t want him to stop.
“Mmm you appear to enjoy the feeling of my fingers, cyar’ika. Shall I do that again?” He ghosted over your pussy, teasing with a featherlight touch.
“Oh by the Force,Tech…” you mewled, “yes, please do that again.”
He hummed, sliding two digits into you next. His dexterous fingers reached that glorious spot inside of you, pulling a filthy moan from deep within.
“Mmmm, yes, I notice this spot–” Tech pressed again, eliciting another lewd sound from you, “–is one I would like to investigate more later. Perhaps, when we are alone again?”
He had rendered you speechless and all you could manage was a sharp nod and a weak “uh huh” as he toyed with you.
The door hissed open again as Crosshair strolled inside. “How’s our little kitten, Tech?”
His smokey voice caused your pussy to clench around Tech’s fingers. “Based on the reaction she is having to your voice, I’d say she is eager and ready.”
Crosshair grinned as he removed his armor, “Mmm. ‘s shame I won’t be doing much talking this time around.” He looked at you, “Tech does enough talking for the both of us. Hope you don’t mind, princess.”
Your chest heaved, out of breath already from the teasing Tech had been putting you through, “I think I’ll manage. I do love hearing Tech talk.”
Crosshair lithely climbed onto the foot of his bunk. He hooked your knees over his shoulders, his eyes lust-filled and his erection pressing against his blacks. He began nibbling and licking the inside of your legs, working his way to your core. For a while Tech continued with his fingers inside of you. He was skillful and his ability to learn quickly meant he’d found nearly every spot inside of you that caused you to fall apart around his hands. However, as Crosshair approached your core, he looked up at Tech and gave him a sharp nod. Tech removed his fingers from your aching pussy, and you whined now feeling empty without him.
“Shhh, Crosshair will take care of you, beautiful.” He sucked his fingers clean once again as Crosshair began licking your outer folds.
You bucked your hips and groaned as Cross moved painfully slowly across you. He alternated licking and sucking your folds with biting the inside of your thighs, leaving purple marks in his wake. Crosshair was needy and aggressive, a stark contrast to Tech’s gentle and methodical approach. He gripped your thighs plunging his tongue deep inside of you, fueled by the moaning, mewling mess it made you. Tech brought his mouth to one of your nipples. As his tongue teased you, you felt yourself approaching your climax.
“I..uhgn…I’m so close..”
Crosshair looked up, meeting Tech’s eyes, communicating something only the two of them understood. Tech immediately eased up on his ministrations. You whined at the abrupt halt to his rhythmic play.
“I am sorry darling. Crosshair wants to enjoy you a little longer and should I continue at that pace you would orgasm far sooner than he would like.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. He still tasted like you. His lips then moved to your neck, kissing, sucking, biting as his hands caressed you. Tech handled you with the same care he handled the Marauder, while Crosshair was unyielding and harsh. He was holding you so tightly you’d have bruises later.
Crosshair growled, devouring you like you were a fine meal. His face glistened with your slick as he pulled back to slide his slender finger inside you, first one and then two. He was rough with his mouth, but his fingers moved as they did across the trigger of his beloved rifle.
As he found his own rhythm, his tongue moved to your clit. The sudden sensation forced a squeal from you. You felt Crosshair smile against you and picked up his pace, sucking and kissing your clit, stoking the fire within. He growled as he felt your walls fluttering around his fingers. The shameless moans of his name and gyration of your hips told him your climax was fast approaching and he was ready to guide you to the precipice.
Tech rumbled, “It would seem Cross is ready for you to finish, and so am I.”
Your hips bucked into Crosshair’s face as his tongue flicked across your sensitive bud and his fingers caressed the same spot Tech had investigated earlier with his sniper’s precision. You careened over the edge as Tech covered your mouth to stifle your involuntary scream of Crosshair’s name. After working you through your peak he sat up looking rather pleased with himself, your slick covering his mouth and hands.
“How are you doing, pretty thing?” Crosshair cooed with a softness he kept tightly locked away as he kissed all the marks he’d left on your thighs.
“I’m excellent,” you huffed, catching your breath.
“Think you’re up for round two?” Crosshair ran a calloused hand softly along your leg.
“Absolutely.” You leaned toward him and stroked his cheek, “I knew you were a softie, Cross.”
He rolled his eyes before planting a soft kiss on your palm. “Don’t tell Hunter.”
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“On your knees.” The commanding timbre of Tech’s voice sent a blazing heat to your core as you repositioned yourself onto all fours. Crosshair freed himself from his blacks first. He was swollen, hard, and throbbing as he ached to be consumed by you.
“Oh Cross. So. Big. I’m gonna swallow all of you,” you whined, eager to have him in your mouth.
Crosshair reclined back, eyes blown with lust. You licked your lips as you eyed the precum glistening at his velvety tip.
“Go ahead, cyare. He’s ready,” Tech encouraged.
You crawled toward Crosshair, catching his gaze. You licked him from base to tip, pressing the flat of your tongue against his head, lapping up the precum. You began swirling your tongue around the ridge of his head as you kneaded his muscular thighs. Crosshair groaned and grabbed a handful of your hair. You released the tip and began licking him from base to tip again, interspersed occasionally with kisses and a graze of teeth. Crosshair moaned and gripped your hair tighter as you took him in your mouth. You almost gagged as he brushed the back of your throat. You paused to relax, to take him all in. Slowly you began to bob your head and soon Crosshair exceeded your pace, gyrating and bucking his hips, his fingers tangling in your locks as he fucked your mouth. Your name was a prayer on his tongue that he quietly yet devoutly recited.
Tech brushed the tip of his cock against your folds and in spite of your mouth being full of Crosshair, he heard the sinful sounds coming from you. He teased you with the tip just as he had with his fingers earlier. You tried to rock your hips backward into him, needing him to fill you up. You felt empty and desperate for him. He placed his hand on your hips to steady you as he slowly sheathed himself. The stretch around him was perfect. You felt his every ridge rubbing against your walls, and you instinctively rocked into him. Tech slowly pulled out leaving only the tip and thrust again, his own sinful sounds intensifying.
“So amazing…perfect for us. Perfect for me. You take me so well mesh’la. You’re so wet…hng…so tight. Such a good girl… your mouth is taking Crosshair so well, pretty girl.”
Tech quickly matched Crosshair’s pace and intensity. Had you not been so lost in the throes of ecstasy you probably would have joked that you resembled a rotisserie nuna. The feel of Tech running his hands the length of your back had you falling apart. You lost track of time as the room was filled with the wanton moans of all three of you as well as the sound of Tech’s thighs slapping against your backside. When Crosshair’s rhythm began to become irregular you cupped his balls, toying with and massaging him drawing sounds from him you hadn’t even known were possible.
“Cross is going to finish now, love. I need your mouth free so you can use your words for me,” you heard Tech croon as he rubbed your back encouragingly.
Crosshair shuddered, a final gutteral moan of your name fell from his lips. You eagerly swallowed all he had to give you. He leaned in, cradling your chin and pulled you in for a kiss filled with warmth and affection.
Tech wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against his chest, “Do you want Crosshair to play with your breasts while I fuck you, darling?”
“Y-yes. Yes, please,” you breathlessly mewled as you reached back and locked your fingers behind Tech’s neck.
“Good girl,” Tech growled into your ear, resuming his steady thrusting.
Crosshair ran the calloused pads of his thumbs over your nipples, a pleased sigh leaving him as they pebbled under his touch. Your head lolled back resting on Tech’s chest and he took the opportunity to capture your lips in an impassioned kiss. Crosshair cupped your breasts, massaging them as he took a nipple in his mouth. His tongue drew concentric circles around one sensitive bud and his thumb mimicked the movement on the other. You felt the coil deep within you tightening, moaning their names as you felt yourself approaching another climax.
“Tech…Cross… I’m gonna…”
“Not yet, love,” Tech’s thrusts slowed and Crosshair pulled himself from your nipple with a pop. In a single swift motion Tech flipped you onto your back.
“Look at me, mesh’la. I have not seen enough of those exquisite eyes tonight. I want you looking at me when you cum.” His eyes were hungry as he met your gaze.
He crashed into your lips, tongue brushing against them, demanding access you readily granted him. He cupped your breast, flicking your nipple beneath his thumb. You bucked your hips into him, meeting his own steady thrusts. His cock hit the point of divinity yet again, over and over drawing obscene moans from you as he dragged his teeth over your neck.
“You are doing so well, cyare. Now, be a good girl. Tell us who you belong to, and I’ll let you cum. Look me in the eyes and tell me who you belong to,” Tech demanded as he caged you in on the bed, his thrusts becoming erratic.
You brought your palms to his cheeks, “Y-yours…oh maker…yours, Tech and Crosshair.”
“That’s our good girl,” Tech smiled before his lips collided with yours again, muffling the pornographic sounds of the two of you simultaneously reaching your climax and then riding it out together.
Tech rolled off of you and you rested your head on his chest, spent and coming down from your high. Crosshair brought a few towels over and some water. He settled in next to you pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as he whispered “Mine” over and over and tenderly cleaned you up.
Tech nuzzled into your ear, “I hope I have adequately proven now that I do, in fact, trust you.”
You huffed a chuckle leaning into his touch, “If all of this was to prove you trust me, it was a bit excessive. Not that I’m complaining but just letting me do my job would have sufficed.”
He drew a finger down your sternum, tracing the outline of your breasts, “Indeed, if this had been an exercise solely to prove I trust you it would have been excessive. However, that was not the sole purpose.”
“Go on,” you looked up at him inquisitively.
“Primarily this was because we, Crosshair and myself, have harbored deep-seated feelings of affection for you for quite some time. We felt it was time to act upon them.”
You reached over your shoulder running your fingers over Crosshair’s jaw, “That true, Cross?”
“Pretty much, kitten,” Crosshair purred into your hair as his hands ghosted along your curves.
You hummed contentedly, “I’m glad you did.”
“As much as we are loving the view, it would probably behoove you to dress as Wrecker and Hunter shall be returning soon. I do not wish to share this with them. You are ours,”
You sat up and turned to face them. You pulled Crosshair to you, pressing a fervent kiss to his lips before whispering, “I am yours…” against them. After pulling back, you followed suit with Tech, drawing your teeth across his bottom lip before whispering, “…and only yours” against his lips. Fortunately you dressed in record time because just as you finished Hunter and Wrecker returned.
***********
You’d settled onto the uncomfortable sofa with your datapad, Wrecker’s snoring overpowering the sound of the soldering Tech was still doing at his workbench. A soft brush of fingers across your shoulder pulled you from your reading. Crosshair stood beside you, refusing to make eye contact through his ever present scowl.
“Will…” he rolled his tongue along the inside of his cheek, “will you stay with me tonight?”
“I’d love to,” you whispered as you rose and followed him to his bunk. Before he climbed into bed you gave him a quick goose and a wink when he spun around to face you.
“Didn’t get enough earlier, huh?” He leaned in, pressing his temple to yours, “You’ll have to be a good girl and wait.”
You giggled and settled in next to him. His arms wrapped around you as he pressed his nose into your hair and soon he’d drifted into an unusually peaceful sleep.
You weren’t sure when you fell asleep but you awoke to Tech’s soft kiss to your forehead, “Apologies mesh’la. I did not mean to wake you. I just wanted one last kiss from my girl before finally retiring to my bunk.” He softly brushed your hair out of your face before leaning in for a more passionate kiss on the lips. “While you are sleeping in Cross's bed tonight, I shall be watching my recording of you,” he whispered against your lips. You clenched your thighs together, aroused knowing that Tech would be watching you all over again.
Tech settled into his bunk and pulled up the file. He was used to sharing a lot with Crosshair, but sharing you was still going to take some getting used to. At least his recordings were always of excellent quality.
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Crosshair x Fem!Reader One-Shot
Summary: You drive Crosshair wild in your new dress. 2300 words.
Warnings: Smut. Smutty smut smut. NSFW 18+. Minors DNI. Established relationship, consensual PiV sex. Crosshair is an ass man.
Everyone is Happy on Pabu AU. (Yes, Crosshair is rescued and on Pabu. Yes, Tech and Phee host weekly family dinners. Yes, everyone is alive and happy)
Author’s Note: Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. This is pure debauchery. I have no excuse.
I wrote this kind of fast bc I had to get it out of my drafts (aka purify myself of thots) so I apologize for any errors or weirdness. This man is haunting me LOL. This is also in honor of sundress szn starting. (Crosshair is def an ass man, change my mind). I hope you enjoy 🙈😘
It was an exceptionally tropical and humid day on Pabu. The ocean was glass, the air devoid of any breeze to lessen the heavy humidity. The only promise of relief was coming with the setting sun as it began its descent toward the horizon.
Crosshair was sitting at your shared kitchen table, pretending to be absorbed in his datapad, sweating like a Gamorrean on Tatooine. His clothes felt too tight, too constricting. He had been feeling like this all day.
The heat wasn’t the reason he was hot and bothered, though.
It was you.
In that dress.
Crosshair’s trained eyes haven’t left your backside for one moment as you putzed around the kitchen, putting dishes away and humming an unrecognizable tune to yourself, a sheen of sweat visible on your bare shoulders and neck, exposed as your dress only had thin straps holding it up on your body.
It was a new dress, thin and flowing, perfect for a scorching day such as this. Crosshair watched intently as the material hugged and highlighted all your delicious, delicate curves. The dress framed your body perfectly, especially your ass. His desire to take you right then and there growing with every jiggle of your body under the silken fabric.
Tech and Phee had invited you over for a family dinner, a weekly tradition that started not too long after you all settled on Pabu. You had just finished making an appetizer to share and were cleaning up the kitchen, due to be over at their place soon.
You bent over to put a final plate away in a lower cabinet, giving Crosshair the perfect view of your voluptuous behind.
Now this was just unfair.
You were teasing him at this point, you had to be. He was going to wait until after dinner to completely ravage you, but his mind was already made up. Crosshair was not a patient man, not when you looked like this. He plucked his toothpick out from between his lips, silently setting down the datapad.
He advanced soundlessly, quickly maneuvering up behind you like a predator to prey.
You weren’t paying attention, standing up straight now, still absentmindedly humming a tune under your breath.
Crosshair smirked, realizing you were unaware of his presence, making what he was about to do even more satisfying.
He licked his dry lips as he reached down, grabbing fistfuls of your ass through the tantalizingly soft fabric of the dress. You yelped, startled by his sudden gropes as his body trapped yours against the kitchen cabinets.
“Cross…!” Your voice came out breathier than you intended as he kneaded his strong fingers into your supple flesh.
Oh, it was divine how you felt under his palms through the satiny material of the dress, just begging to be bunched at your waist as he fucks you into oblivion.
Crosshair let out a low growl at the thought and began leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses starting at your bare shoulder, up your neck, and to your ear, tasting the salty sweetness of your skin. “You’ve been teasing me all day with this kriffing dress…do you realize how you look?” His breath was labored, his hands now snaking up the front of your abdomen, his hips grinding into your ass.
You whined and instinctually brought a hand back to grab at his head, tugging at his silver locks, now grown back from his buzzed look when he first arrived on Pabu, free from imprisonment.
His teeth nipped at the side of your neck. “C-Cross…I’m glad you like my new dress but…” You couldn’t help but let out a gasp as his fingers began playing with your nipples through the dress. A wave of fresh desire rushed through him as he realized you weren’t wearing a bra, spurring him on further.
“…if you keep this up we are going to be late for dinner…”
“Dessert before dinner never hurt anyone.” Crosshair’s voice was a husky whisper, becoming more desperate to feel your curvaceous ass against his hips as he pounds into you.
You were turning to putty under his touch as your head lolled back against him, his fingers expertly rolling your now-hardened nipples.
“They can wait. Wrecker will be late, anyway.” He grunted, his lithe body grinding harder against you, knowing you were giving in.
Crosshair grasped your waist, stepping back slightly and spinning you around to face him. His expression was intense, his eyes wandering up and down your body.
“I was going to wear this dress to dinner.” You breathed, a coy smile on your lips, your eyes now hooded with want as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him down closer to you.
Crosshair pinched your hips, a smug expression flashing across his face. “Not anymore.”
He pinned you again against the counter, this time his lips meeting yours in a fiery kiss, his hands once again groping up your ass through the dress. Crosshair groaned into your mouth as he bunched up the material, slipping his hands up under the fabric. His calloused palms squeezing and roaming up and down your backside was igniting you with lustful yearning, your blood boiling and skin impossibly hotter in the already sweltering heat. You needed to feel him, too.
Your hands shot down to his belt, trying to unbuckle it without looking. Crosshair smirked against your now swollen lips, removing his hands from their fervid exploration of your supple behind to help remove his belt.
Once the belt was off, you tugged down his pants and boxers, letting them fall to the ground as he stepped out of them, kicking the discarded clothing to the side. You saw how hard he was, precum beading at the tip of his swollen cock, showing you just how much he wanted you, needed you.
“I’m going to fuck you in this dress.” He muttered, his pupils blown with lust, his voice dangerously deep. “The way your ass looks…fuck, I’m going to make a mess of you, doll.” Crosshair’s hands quickly maneuvered under your dress again, practically ripping your panties off you, tugging them down past your thighs.
Before you could respond, he rubbed his fingers over your now wet and aching core through the dress, sending shockwaves of pleasure up your body. Crosshair’s mouth was hot on yours again, groaning as the fabric dampened under his fingertips. The material provided mouth-watering friction against your sensitive bud as his fingers worked magic over your cunt. You couldn’t help but let out a lewd moan at the sensation.
“That’s right…so wet for me…” He panted, increasing the pressure and movement of his fingers as you writhed against him, relishing in how your pussy felt through the delicate fabric. Your lips crashing together again, his free hand back to feeling up your ass through the dress, lost in everything that was you.
You grasped his hard length with your hand, the other digging into his bicep, giving him a few slow pumps over his velvety flesh as his tongue roamed your mouth. A deep growl left his chest, bucking into your hand.
Crosshair’s fingers continued their ministrations, and you could feel your release approaching, the front of your dress now soaking. “C-cross I’m…”
Your voice was hoarse, Crosshair’s lips devouring yours so ferociously you could barely think, his fingers increasing their pace of rubbing your clit through the dress. Your knees buckled, squeezing his length as you cried out against his lips, your orgasm rushing over you. Crosshair swallowed every mewl and cry that left your throat, feeling you fall apart against him. Your hand left his cock, both hands now gripping his shoulders to keep you from falling. Crosshair pulled away, breaking the kiss, both of you breathless and sticky with sweat.
“I’ll have to wear this dress more often.” You gasped, his mouth now on your neck again, biting and licking every square inch he could, his bare cock pressing up against you. Crosshair chuckled darkly against your neck.
“Yes, you should. But only for me.”
Without warning, he hauled you up, your legs instinctually wrapping around his waist as carried you to the bedroom, dropping you down onto the bed.
Crosshair tossed off his shirt, wild with lust. He was on you in an instant, his hands and mouth everywhere. No part of you was left untouched by him, squeezing, fondling, rubbing. He was rutting against you, spreading his precum on your dress, adding to the already large wet spot on your front. The feeling of the exquisitely soft and thin fabric against his cock was sending him into overdrive, needing himself in you now, to feel your softness without any barrier.
“Hands and knees. I want to feel your ass as I fuck you, watch you take me. Is that okay, doll?” He hissed into your ear, moving up and off of you. You nodded, his words causing pure arousal to burn through your veins. “Y-yes…” You obeyed, offering yourself to him, sticking your ass in the air as you settled on your forearms.
He kneeled behind you, sliding the dress up just enough to show him your perfect ass and pussy. “You’re gorgeous like this, all for me.” He drawled, rubbing the tip of his swollen cock at your entrance, shuddering at your slick folds waiting to be filled by him.
You moaned softly, trying to press back into him. “Crosshair, please…” You begged, needing to feel him inside you. He continued to rub against your entrance, teasing you. “Tell me how badly you want me…” He groaned through gritted teeth, positioning himself at your entrance, not able to hold back any longer.
“Crosshair, I need you, please…please fuck me…” He let out a dark chuckle, hearing the shake in your voice, the want for him. His chuckle turned low sigh as he sank into you, inch by inch, your walls tight around him, almost overwhelming him with the sensation.
“That’s…my girl…” He uttered as he rolled his hips slowly, pulling out almost completely and pushing back in as far as he could go. Crosshair did this a few times, relishing in how you felt, in how you looked. Your dress was messily bunched up around your waist, just as he imagined. His hands roamed up and down your ass and hips, squeezing, massaging, worshipping, savoring in all that was you.
Maker, he needed you, more than you’ll ever know. He craved you and your softness. You were the one to help him pick up the pieces after his imprisonment, showing him kindness and forgiveness he didn’t think he deserved.
Crosshair wasn’t the best with words, but at least he knew he could show you how much he cares, how much he hungers for you, how much he fiercely loves you.
“I told you-“” Crosshair stuttered out as he increased his pace, “-I’d make a mess of you.” He watched as your hands desperately tried to find purchase in the bed sheets, your cheek pressed into the bed, hips being held up by his strong hands, your knees trembling and eyes screwed shut in euphoria.
With every snap of his hips, your body spasmed with white-hot pleasure as he drove deeper and deeper into you. Your back arched as he hit that special spot inside you, your breath hitching with every devastating thrust, ripping moans from your throat.
Crosshair was losing any semblance of control as he watched you completely come undone beneath him. With one hand digging into your hip, he snaked the other underneath your dress, rubbing at your clit with practiced ease, causing you to see stars as you tried to match his thrusts. “I’m - ah so close…” You managed to sputter out, completely succumbing to him and the pleasure he was giving you.
Crosshair could feel your climax approaching, your walls fluttering around his cock as his fingers rolled and rubbed your sensitive clit, his thrusts not slowing down as he felt his own end rushing toward him.
One, two, three more expert circles of his fingers and you were cumming hard, clenching around him, your body shaking as you cried and sobbed out his name over and over.
Crosshair wasn’t far behind, watching the bounce and wiggle of your ass with each thrust, his hands roaming again as he came undone, cursing and grunting your name through his clenched jaw. He pushed in as deep as he could, giving you all that he had. Your body was weak, the shockwaves of your orgasm still pulsating through you as his thrusts slowed.
Crosshair’s chin dropped to his heaving chest, pulling out of you slowly. You lay down on your stomach, catching your own breath, your dress sticking to your sweaty skin, completely spent. Crosshair laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms. He pressed his face into your neck, listening as your ragged breaths slowed, trying to regain control of his heartbeat, basking in the afterglow of your shared passion.
Crosshair lifted his head, gazing at your flushed face. You gently ran your fingers over his tattoo, cradling his head in your hands. He kissed you, gently this time, his lips slow against yours. You melted into his kiss, loving the tender side of him that he only reserved for you.
“Help me out of this dress?” You whispered. Crosshair pulled away, a smug look returning to his face. “Who says I’m done with you in it?” He rolled himself on top of you, kissing you again, more passionately. You traced his back muscles with your hands, feeling him shiver under your touch.
You were definitely going to be late for dinner.
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ATTENTION ALL CROSSHAIR SIMPS!!!!
I don't know who to ask, but could someone write Crosshair with a breeding kink?
I know a lot of people headcanon him as someone who doesn't like kids, but the way he naturally takes on a fatherly role with Omega has me thinking otherwise. He's amazing at being a parent, and I wouldn't be surprised if he wanted kids with his partner. The Jango fett genes are showing with him.
Like tag me in a fic or send me a link of a fanfic, please!
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If 46 & 57 are still available could you write them for Crosshair x female reader? Thank youuu
Ooohhhh boy. I’m ready. (Also sorry for the delay, and I hope you enjoy!!!). I’m making this one a full one shot because I got carried away LMAO. Just in time for crosshairs appearance this week
#46 - “Please, ruin me”
#57 - “What are you doing in my bed?”
Ruin me
Crosshair x Fem!Reader
Summary: Crosshair finds you waiting for him in his bed. You pique his curiosity, and he decides to indulge in your interests.
Warnings: smut, rough sex, manhandling, alot of degradation, lil tiny bit of a softness tho, anyways this is filthy…it’s crosshair so y’know
Word count: 2k ish tbh I haven’t checked yet bc I’m on mobile, but it’s a semi short one
It was an idea that floated through your mind ever so frequently, but you’d been too afraid to act on it. That is, until now. You had it bad for Crosshair, and you suspected he felt the same about you. He was an asshole, that much was obvious, but maker, it turned you on.
Crosshair’s bed smelled of cedar and musk, and you embraced the aroma of his natural scent while your lustful thoughts danced in your head. He’d been gone all day, probably training, and was expected to come back any minute now. It was no accident that you put on your tightest, skimpiest outfit. The outfit was close enough to resembling loungewear so as to be not obvious when you walked the halls down to his room, but still inched toward dangerous territory of being lingerie.
Your tits spilled over the top of the thin tank top, pushed from the bra you’d chosen to wear. A ruby red lace bra, one that would leave no question as to what your intentions were, if he decides to undress you, of course. The shorts you wore, if you could even call them that, were high cut, leaving a significant amount of your thighs and hips exposed.
You laid back, taking in the feeling of laying in his room without him knowing, and allowed yourself to become excited with the idea. Pretending that the touch of your fingers traveling up your thighs were his was the closest you could get to feeling him right now, and you hoped he’d return soon.
Just then, approaching footsteps snapped you out of your daze. You swallowed hard, anticipating his arrival. The metal door slid open with a loud hiss, and there he was, stoic in his stance. He promptly removed his helmet before his eyes found you.
Crosshair wasn’t startled, nor was he angry. In fact you couldn’t even really tell what he was thinking. The same scowl he always held was still present on his face. He tilted his head at you, studying the way you laid seductively on his bed.
“What are you doing in my bed?” He inquired curiously. That voice, gods…that beautiful voice. You wanted nothing more than to hear him whisper nasty things in your ear.
“I wanted to surprise you” you purred. Sitting up on your knees, letting him get a full view down the cleavage of your shirt.
“With what?” He scanned your body, seemingly approving, but was followed by a look of distaste.
“Me.” You whispered.
“Is that so?” He pondered with a snarky look, setting his helmet down on the desk by the entrance, “what makes you think I’d want to fuck you?”
“Are you saying you don’t want to?” You leaned back in surprise.
“Oh no, I’m going to fuck you” He said with certainty, sending a fiery heat to your cunt as it fell off his lips, “just curious what made you think I wanted to”
He cut right to the chase. This was happening, and he was ready, but not without a little more teasing on his end.
“I see the way you look at me” You noted, looking him up and down and admiring the outline of his body. He looked so good in his armor.
“How can I not? You’re always dressed like a little slut” He scoffed. He was so fucking hard to read. He wanted you, but sounded disgusted with your behavior at the same time.
“You love it, though, don’t you?” You teased, watching his face grow flustered.
He didn’t answer, but moved slowly to stand beside the bed, staring down at you.
“You want my cock? Hm? Is that what you want, pet?” He asked, his voice flowing like honey on your ears, making you shiver in anticipation of how he was likely going to leave you limping afterwards.
“Please, ruin me” you breathlessly begged. The way he was treating you was so sadistic, but oh it felt so right.
“Gladly” He growled in response.
Quickly, he worked to remove your tank top, finding the lingerie you wore beneath it.
“You wore this just for me didn’t you?” He smirked, taking your lifted breasts into his grasp. He didn’t admire your attire for long, because he removed your bra just as quickly as he found it, “and I bet your cunt is already soaking fucking wet isn’t it?” He asked, pushing you back onto his bed with force, and eagerly sliding your shorts from your hips. Suddenly he plunged two fingers inside of you, allowing him to feel what he suspected, and you gasped in response.
“You need my cock this bad? What a needy little whore” He whispered against your ear, hovering above your completely exposed body. Chills erupted across your entire body, which Crosshair noticed immediately, “Beg for it”
“I want you to- oh my gods- I want you to fuck me, Crosshair. Please” You begged through your whimpering as his fingers pumped in and out with the perfect curl, apply perfect pressure inside of you.
“I’ve thought about it, myself” He began, “thought about the way you’d look squirming beneath me. How pathetic you’d sound begging for me to ruin you. Look at you now. It’s only my fingers” He chuckled, so intent on humiliating you.
“It feels so good” You moaned, feeling a precious tension forming in your lower belly.
“I bet it does” He smirked, immediately pulling his fingers from your pussy and ripping your approaching orgasm away from you, “touch yourself while I get undressed”
You did as he asked, and rubbed your clit slowly as you watch the armor and clothes fall from his body. Maker, he was beautiful. Every scar, edge, and mark creating a masterpiece of his figure. You’d never been this wet before, and it was only getting more intense as your clit throbbed beneath your fingers.
He watched hungrily, trying not to be too be too obvious with how beautiful he thought you looked getting yourself off just waiting on him, but he could watch you do this all day.
“Crosshair” You whimpered as your eyes landed on his cock, he was larger and thicker than you were expecting. He really was going to ruin you. He stroked himself gently, his gaze traveling the length of your sprawled out body. On display just for him.
“Turn over” He demanded.
You flipped onto your belly, and anxiously waited for what was to come next. Your cunt clenched around nothing as you ached to be filled and you groaned in desperation.
“Please”
“Patience, slut” He scolded, letting his new name for you roll off his tongue with a deep satisfaction
Your next breath lodged itself in your throat as the full length of his cock slammed into your cunt, brutally filling you so suddenly with almost no warning. You winced in the stinging pleasure, quickly overcoming the small bit of pain. The pain was nice, and you’ll admit that you didn’t know you even liked pain until you’d just felt it like this. But it felt good.
A loud cry tried to leave your lips but was halted by the wrapping of his hand around your mouth as he leaned down, his chest against your back. To feel him use you like this was exactly what you wanted, and the slight twinge of pain only made it all the better.
“You can take it, Y/N” He encouraged, the first and only bit of praise he muttered.
Your muffled mess of whimpers hummed against the palm of his hand, earning a smirk from him you weren’t lucky enough to see. His thrusts were brutal, fucking you like you he absolutely hated you. The sound of the skin of your ass slapping against him with every motion accompanied the sound of your expression to pleasure.
At first, all that you’d heard from Crosshair were rough and quiet grunts, but he was growing louder, sounding satisfied with the feeling of your slickness and how good it felt to claim you after thinking of you like this for so long.
“Look at you, so desperate for it” He leaned down, pressing his lips hungrily against your neck, moving his hand from your mouth to wrap in the locks of your hair. As he yanked your head back, your moans were amplified and unrestricted.
“You fuck me so good, Crosshair” You looked up and back at him, your gaze almost breaking him, but he looked away from you, and down to where your bodies were fused together. It was unbearable how good it felt, and you were overwhelmed with all of it. Your heated skin, the friction against your clit with every swing of his hips, the sensation of being used by him, and how rough he was with you…that was the icing on the cake.
“Everyone will know if you keep screaming” He hissed.
“I want them to know” You bragged.
“Yeah?” He teased you.
An unexpected flash of burning pain struck your ass, his hand rested against your rear after striking you. You cried out in pleasure, approving of the feeling. Crosshair was happy to take that as a sign to do it again, and it was harder the second time.
His hands moved to tightly grip your waist, using it to his advantage to thrust deeper and deeper. His wandering grip traveled to your breast and squeezed, the soft of your skin driving him wild. With each second, his cock brushed against your g-spot, inching you closer and closer to your climax.
“Fuck” He groaned deep, losing himself in how good you felt, he was getting close too.
“I want you to fill me up” You begged him, needing so desperately to feel his release inside you.
The growl in his moan as he didn’t respond made it clear that he wanted that too. And just hearing you say it sent him over his edge. The pace of his hips slowed, and his expressions of pleasure grew louder, which was music to your ears. Just then you felt the warmth of his cum spill inside you. He leaned over you, pressing his chest into your back, holding you while he came, his nails digging deep into your waist.
You hadn’t come yet, and with him pulling out of you, you didn’t expect to. To your surprise, you squealed as he eagerly picked you up and flipped you over on your back.
“I never leave a woman unsatisfied” He said sadistically.
The hollowness that began to ache you was then filled by his fingers once again. Using the slickness of your arousal and his own cum, he fucked you with his fingers. Crosshair hovered above you, creating a sense of odd comfort for you.
“You gonna come for me slut? Gonna come on my fingers?” He taunted you, his demeaning tone only encouraging your orgasm more.
“Fuck, yes, please don’t stop”
And he didn’t. His thumb worked softly at your clit, as he curled his digits inside of you. Anyone in the entire wing could’ve heard you now, your moaning and whimpering was relentlessly loud, and gods you didn’t care at all.
He felt you clench around him, and listened to the way you became breathless for a moment before the tension unraveled itself so gracefully. As he felt you come, he stared deep into your eyes, his other hand holding the side of your face. You weren’t sure where this care or gentleness came from, but you savored it, staring back and leaning into him.
“There you go. Come for me” He reiterated, adoring the look on your face while you fell apart beneath him.
It washed over you like a giant wave of ecstasy, filling every inch of your body with an overwhelming tingling pleasure. You’d never felt an orgasm so intense before, and he worked you through every second of it.
You swore that there were stars in your eyes as you floated back to reality, and it was then that you realized you were fully holding onto him, and he was letting you.
“Should’ve got you alone a long time ago” He smirked, still looking down at you, making sure you were okay.
“I guess one of us had to make the first move, huh?”
“Don’t sass me” He playfully scoffed as he laid down beside you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into him.
Maybe Crosshair had a soft spot for you after all.
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A/N: Apologies for any types my loves, I will try and check for any mistakes later!!
feedback and comments are always so encouraging and appreciated. If you enjoyed this, please let me know❤️
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So… I know Valentine's day is tomorrow, but I read a very VERY hot Crosshair x Reader, and I decided to drawing one scene of this 😳 (MOSTLY, because I couldn't wait !).
If you have time, go to read the other texts of @mrs-grumpysniper ❤️
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Hii! First things first, I LOVE ur fics and ur blog! It's my first time requesting a fic since I'm always worried about overwhelming the writers. No pressure at all to write the fic okay??
I wanted to ask if you could write some spicy Crosshair x fem reader? Soo for the prompt I'm thinking Crosshair probably gets so jealous and worked up over the day watching you(reader) interact closely with other men, specially regs. He makes sure to mark you up and kriff you so good so you never forget who you belong to. Lots of dirty talking. He's sweet in the aftercare tho since he's a softie.
Also, if he spits in ur mouth that would be the cherry on top and chef's kiss, but it doesn't have to have that 🙊🙈🙈
Hiiiii sweetie 🥹
Thank you! That’s so so so kind to say it made me smile 🤩😁
I am so here for giving sexy Crosshair some loving 🫠🫠urhh he’s just a HOTTIE! I hope I captured him in the right way as I’ve never wrote for him and I hope you like this likkle bit of filth 🥵🥵hehehe
Dividers by my best boo @idontgetanysleep 🫶🏻
𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗼 𝗠𝗲- 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘁⠀
𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀:🔞 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁
𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝟵𝟵 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿, 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁
𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1244
𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧, 𝗣𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗻𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗼𝘁, 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗗𝗢𝗠, 𝘃𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗣 𝗶𝗻 𝗩 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗾𝘂𝗶𝗻𝘁
Another long day of listening to Nala Se , yes her knowledge is second to none and you had learnt a great deal but you could think of something else you’d much rather be doing right now.
You wonder at the far depths of your mind why you had been transferred from the medical base on Coruscant to Kamino however deep down you weren’t one to complain. If it meant you spent more time with a certain clone then maker you’d stay here forever and always. Crosshair had intrigued you from day one a total asshole but stars above you wanted him, his domineering stance, his conceited aura, the feral look in his eyes each time you pass each other, the animalistic look a one that could kill each time a reg gets a little to close to you. Yet nothing had happened and you were so desperate for his touch it kept you awake at night.
Finally back at your private quarters you had a chance to relax your mind and body until a loud knock pulled you from your thoughts.
“One moment” you call out pulling your robes over to give you some form of decorum.
Crosshair stands at your door leaned against the frame, swirling that toothpick at the side of his mouth, his arms crossed over his muscular lithe body, he glared at you, his jaw was clenching yet he remained silent.
“Crosshair- are y-you ok? What’s wrong?” You ask confused chewing your bottom lip.
You swallowed hard and the stoney silence did nothing to hide it. He scanned your body approving the silk of the fabric draped around you hugging your curves.
“Crosshair- what’s going on?” The authority in your tone causes him to raise a brow. A low chuckle escapes his lips. His usual expression unreadable yet something primal, something dark flashed behind his amber eyes.
He moves towards you closing the distance between your bodies, tension already boiling over. You quickly cover the remainder of your bare skin, Crosshair being as perceptive as ever notices. His gloved hands clutch at your wrists.
“Ah ah ah” his voice demanding and oh maker so fucking sexy.
“Take it off” he demanded.
Your eyes widened and a breath hitched in your throat as you slowly unwrapped your robe letting it drop the ground exposing your naked body. One hand reaches out to skim across your delicate flesh.
“Good girl- you don’t know what you do to me do you?” He growled his eyes blown wild with lust. He stalks you, backing you closer to the cool of the wall with each step he takes.
“What I do to you…?” Your voice bewildered.
“The regs… I’ve seen how close you work with them I’ve seen the way they look at you princess” he rasps , caging you in at the wall both fists planted at the side your head.
“Could the regs do this princess?” He scoffed whispering against your ear. He plunged two fingers into your moist core you gasped and wriggled in response. His fingers began to explore your tight pussy sliding in and out at a gentle pace. His free hand clasped around your throat, only allowing for a small amount of your to fill your lungs.
“Oh Cross-“ your soft moans cut off by his lips crashing against yours, the kiss was hot heavy and possessive. His fingers begin to relentlessly slide in and out, your juices soaking his fingers.
You moan and pant into his mouth, tongues and teeth collide as you begin to grind against his palm, a beautiful friction buzzing inside of you shooting blinding pleasure throughout your body. His pace only quickens pushing you closer and closer that sweet release.
Crosshair breaks away from the kiss pulling his fingers from your wet cunt. His eyes lock with yours. He studies your face before forcefully grabbing your chin the wetness from his fingers damp against your skin.
“Open” he growled
Obediently you part your lips and open your mouth looking up at this clone you’ve wanted for so long allowing Crosshair to spit in your mouth. Swallowing his spit you ran your tongue across your teeth, a feral glint sparkled in your eyes.
“Good little princess now bend over for me.” He hissed through gritted teeth.
You got on all fours for Crosshair back arched and ass sticking out , your fluttering cunt anxiously waiting for him to ruin you. He positioned himself behind you rubbing his throbbing length up and down your slit, quiet gasps fell from your lips.
“Please” you plead
“Patience princess” he scolded, his voice low, gravely.
His thick pulsating member sheathed fully inside of you brutally filling you with no warning. He began fucking into you mercilessly. Each thrust hard and deep smacking off that spongy spot your legs trembling as he fucks into you with such force. He leans down nipping and biting at your flesh relishing in the way you squirm and groan as his teeth mark you.
The sounds of wet squelching, his balls smacking against your skin and pitiful grunts and moans fill the small room.
“That’s it take me princess take my fucking cock in your cunt I know how fucking much you wanted it”
He growls into your neck placing open mouth wet kisses where his lips can reach.
“Uh fuck oh Crosshair harder” you whine and groan underneath him , the pace almost painful but never taking away from the burning coil tightening inside you.
“Regs won’t fuck you the way I do princess- you belong to me”
Your pelvic muscles tighten, the blistering heat ablaze across your body burning more and more, sharp gratifying sparks tingle through each vein as Crosshair continues his relentless pounding, your cunt throbs around him you moan louder gripping the soft sheets under your clamy skin.
Your edging so close to that beautiful feeling of pure rapture. You feel every vein every rib of Crosshairs fat cock fucking you senseless. He can feel the way your walls flutter around him, his thrusts erratic as he leans down into you clutching your neck the other engulfing your heavy breast.
“Fuck” Crosshair groans sinking his teeth into your neck.
“I’m gonna uh fuck Crosshair I’m gonna cum” you whine, eyes screwed shut, your breathing laboured.
Rocking your hips back into his harsh thrusts whimpering incoherently your body betrays you and cum hard, your eyes roll back , your vision blurs stars shooting across the back of your eyes , your pussy convulses.
Screams and moans floor the air.
“You sound so fucking pretty when you cum for me like a good little whore” Crosshair groans are strained as his calloused fingers curl roughly into your hips.
Your pathetic moans cause him to succumb to the blinding gratification and he coats your walls with his warm seed.
“Mmmm fuck good girl” his voice low husky, dark.
Creamy cum spills out from your ruined pussy dribbling down your thighs. Your bodies fall limp against each other. You feel his lips graze against your shoulder blade.
Tender sweet kisses litter your salty skin, a taste he gladly welcomes.
Crosshair slides of out of you achingly slow taking pleasure in the way your face contorts knowing you enjoy how this feels. You watch as he begins circling your clit before pushing back some of the mixed cum that falls freely from your swollen cunt.
A dark feral look splashes across his face.
“Lay back princess i want to taste that sweet pretty cunt.”
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The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs- Thigh Riding Part 2 Of 2
Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Dry Humping/Thigh Riding/Strong Language/Soft Dom/Dirty Talk/Public Sexual Activities (More Or Less)/18+
PART 1 (Hunter/Echo/Tech)
Wrecker
You're all hot, your thighs cling to his. It had happened rather unintentionally at first. Wrecker cuddled with you, it's already late, and his leg is half between your thighs. He moves and immediately feels you respond, the little gasp, the heated cheeks, the flash of your eyes.
Wrecker flexes his muscles, moving his massive thigh carefully between yours, creating even more friction.
"You like that, don't you?"
You bite your lower lip, flash him a suggestive smirk, and nod.
Wrecker suddenly rolls onto his back and yanks you along with him, eliciting a startled yelp. You're sitting over him now, still his massive thigh between yours.
"Come on sweetie, let off steam, ride on".
You hesitate only very briefly, the offer is too appealing and as he tenses his muscles again, the temptation just too great. You move your hips, rubbing your pussy over his hard tensed bare thighs, your panties already all wet.
Your clit is throbbing, your hands are resting on his broad chest, your fingernails are leaving marks. But Wrecker doesn't complain, he watches you fascinated, his huge cock, bulges unmistakably in his tight-fitting boxers.
Your gaze wanders right there, and the sight sends new, hot impulses through your pussy. You climb off his thigh, right over his lap, and start rubbing against his hard length. Wrecker lets out a surprised but definitely aroused gasp, licking his lips.
Pressure builds in your abdomen, a tingling that pulses harder and harder, making your pussy twitch as your juices seep through the fabric of your panties and his boxers. Your hips are getting faster and faster.
"That's my girl, keep riding".
You hoarsely moan his name, feeling the climax building, every muscle taut, a deep tingle in every nerve ending.
"I'm gonna-"
Wrecker nods, "Me too."
You feel his cock pulsing close to your pussy as you rub against him, a gasp catching in your throat as your orgasm floods your senses and makes your thighs quiver, a pulse sweeping over you like a wave.
You see Wrecker beneath you doing the same, and a satisfied smile spreads across your lips. After a few heavy breaths, Wrecker grins at you.
You say, "You're better than any roller coaster ride," and elicit a happy laugh from him.
Crosshair
He has you pressed against the wall, one of his thighs between yours. One of his hands is clawed at your hip, the other is on your neck. Crosshair is particularly dominant today, and you love it.
Your skirt is pushed up slightly and his thigh plate rubs over the fabric of your panties. You clearly feel how you get wet, an initially tender pulse arises. With each of his movements, this pulse increases, tingling in your clit, in your pussy. But suddenly he stops completely. Restlessly, you move your hips, seeking the delightful friction against his thigh, and a grin shows on his face.
"That's a good girl, get what you need, rub against me".
Crosshair presses his thigh against your pubic again and holds still. Heat of shame rises in your cheeks, but still you continue to rub against him, unable to resist that tingle as he holds you pressed against the wall.
Your hips continue to move, chasing this sensation that increases with each rub.
Crosshair's lips descend on yours, engaging them in a fiery kiss that sets off a firestorm in your nerve endings. The tingling in your belly spreads to your chest, the pulse in your pussy intensifies, you feel your juices by now seeping through your panties onto his thigh plate.
You hear voices, not too far away. Crosshair has pulled you into a corner in a public city garden. People can't see you directly unless they're looking for you, but they can hear you because the walkway passes very close to the bushes and the wall of the house where you are.
His lips leave yours, but his face remains very close, you feel his hot breath on your skin. Your thighs, clasped around his, begin to tremble, your hip movements become faster.
You bite your lower lip, desperate not to be too loud. Your breathing is heavy and fast. You see a small smile twitch around the corners of his mouth. The pulse in your pussy peaks. Your mouth flaps open, the gasp catches in your throat, your movements become slower, more erratic, while the intense tingling first reaches an explosive peak, then, very slowly, fades away.
You hear him laugh softly.
"Good girl," he says, removing his codpiece.
Crosshair pulls his thigh back between yours, reaches under your skirt, and slowly pulls your wet panties down, to your ankles. He turns you around, facing back toward him, and presses himself against you.
"Continue to be a good girl and bend over".
Rex
He knows you really shouldn't be doing this right now, but he looks at you, sees how much you enjoy it, how aroused you are, and can't resist. His hands are on your buns, helping the movements of your hips as you rub your pussy against his thigh.
He's sitting on an ammo crate in the hold of a gunship, in the hangar. In the distance you hear voices, footsteps and other sounds, people crossing the hangar. His heart is beating up to his neck, afraid you might get caught.
His thigh plate is lying on the box next to you, he has tightened his muscle on which you are rubbing so pleasurably, sighing softly and moaning. He looks into your face, and he loves this expression when you are horny and greedily seeking release on his body.
His cock, despite all the fear of being caught, is rock hard and pulsing impatiently behind his codpiece. But there is no time for that now, besides he has nothing with him to clean up a possible mess.
This wasn't planned, it just happened. Actually you came here to say goodbye, Rex was supposed to leave for a mission that would probably take a few days, maybe even weeks.
But now you're riding his thigh, rubbing against it, your arms clasped around his shoulders as if your life depended on it.
Your arousal has already soaked through his Blacks, seeping through the fabric down to his skin. He would later reattach the plate to it, hoping no one would see the stain.
You hastily removed your pants, lying next to Rex's thigh plate. His strong hands greedily knead your buns, pressing you harder against his thigh. He wishes you had time for more.
In your belly there is a throbbing, a tingling, just like in your pussy, your clit. The tingling travels through all nerve endings, like a wave that finds its climax, its impact on the shore, between your thighs.
You tremble with excited tension, moaning out, but Rex hastily puts one of his hands over your mouth.
"Darlin', you need to keep it down," he says gently but seriously.
You don't listen to him at all, your thighs clinging to his, trembling, as your orgasm rolls over you. With Rex's hand on your mouth, you roll your eyes back and your fingers cling to the armor on his shoulders.
Rex can't help but stare at you, fascinated. He smiles, but he also sighs softly, wistfully. He wants to pull you closer into his arms, but you surprise him when you hurriedly stand up and put on your pants.
That's probably better, he thinks silently, after all, you could be caught here at any moment. But to his renewed surprise, you don't plan to leave, or say goodbye, at least not as he imagined.
Rex is still sitting in front of you on the crate. You push his thighs apart and kneel between them, hastily loosening his codpiece and grinning cheekily at him from below.
"You didn't think I'd let you go short, did you?"
Fives
You're sitting at a table with Fives at 79's, actually on his lap with your back to him. It's loud, the music vibrates through your whole body. The club is full, the dance floor is full, as are all the other tables and the bar.
Still, you've been secretly rubbing up against him, covered by the table. Fives has specially taken off his thigh plate, so you can rub your pussy against his tense muscle. Your movements are subtle, barely noticeable, you can't move as you'd like to chase your climax.
Five's mouth comes close to your ear, and he asks over the loud music, "Do you want more?"
You lean toward him and say, "I can't, too many people."
But that doesn't bother Fives as he reaches forward, between your legs under your skirt. His fingers wander, immediately under the fabric of your panties and deftly find the small, sensitive pearl that instantly begins to pulsate under his touch.
You look around, startled, but no one seems to be paying any particular attention to you. Fives act is covered by the table and as long as no one gets on their knees near your table, it will stay that way.
He rubs your clit with pleasure, you can't see his face at the moment, but you know there's a self-satisfied smile on his lips, especially when he feels your thighs tighten.
He pushes you forward a bit on his lap so that he can also reach under your skirt and between your legs from behind, with his other hand. With ease, he pushes the fabric of the panties aside, finds your wet hole and gently slides first one, then a second finger between your slick walls and begins to gently pump. Your juices drip down his fingers as he stimulates you in this way and the fingertips of his other hand, continue to dance diligently over your clit, almost matching the beat of the music.
Every muscle in your body is tense with excitement. Fives knows every point by now, every movement that gets you going. You'd love to moan out loud and snuggle up to him uninhibited while he fingers you, but you have to pull yourself together.
As he feels your pussy twitch, his fingers speed up, in your cleft as well as on your clit. The intensity increases very quickly and steadily all at once. The knot in your belly dissolves into a pulse coursing through your twitching pussy, tingling all the way down to your toes.
Fives has felt it clearly. He teasingly tickles your pearl and the entrance to your hole he penetrated earlier with his fingers, making you twitch briefly from the over stimulation. Finally, he lets go of you, leans close to your ear again and says, "Good girl".
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