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#tcw fives smut
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Summary: You wake up to find that you’re trapped in a cave with Fives. As oxygen dwindles and every breath you take is a countdown to death, you’re forced to confront your feelings for the ARC Trooper.
Pairing: Fives x AFAB!Reader
Warnings/Tags: 18+ *MINORS DNI*, Smut, PiV sex, Oral (female receiving), Brief descriptions of blood and wound care, Near Death Situation, Angst, Hurt/Comfort/Fluff, Porn with way too much Plot, Happy Ending
Word Count: 8.5k (don’t look at me)
A/N: NGL, this one got away from me. Also, maybe someday I’ll write something that isn’t “Idiots in Love” Trope. Today is not that day.
Ao3
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It was the worst headache of your life. Everything throbbed. The pain radiated from your right temple and washed over your head, your neck, and then down your spine in sharp, ceaseless waves. The tension pulled your brow together, but any furrowing sent a new stabbing sensation straight to your forehead. The only comfort came from the surface below. Whatever you were lying on, the texture was worn, and the surface was stiff, but a damp coolness saturated the fabric, soothing your aching head. 
Where am I? You wondered, the thought forming in between the blooms of pain.
You blinked. The world was blurred as you tried to peek out from under heavy eyelids. The only light was faint, barely illuminating the shadows surrounding you. Awareness slowly returned to your limbs, and you realized you were lying on your side. You stretched out an arm and pushed yourself up. A groan left your lips at the effort.
“Oh, thank the little gods,” You heard a voice you couldn’t place. “You’re awake.”
You tried to turn to the person, but the movement and the change of position were too much. The world started to sway, and you began to plummet back downwards again.
“Whoa, whoa.” Large arms wrapped around you, halting your fall.
Whoever caught you pulled you into them, steadying you against their body, but any softness of their form was interrupted by a stiff, immovable chest. A puzzle piece to this mystery. Plastoid. You blinked. Armor. You blinked again. The haze started to leave your vision, but that didn’t make what you saw any clearer.
“Fives?”
The Arc Trooper grinned down at you, his trademark sideways smile still just as bright in the dim light.
“Hey, mesh’la.”
The clouds of your lightheadedness parted. Fives was kneeling next to you, supporting your weight against his chest plate as he held you up. You moved to right yourself again, crawling onto your knees and sitting back on your heels. He let you shift away from him, though his arms cautiously followed you as you straightened yourself, in case you swayed again.
Details slowly came into focus. Rock surrounded you on all sides. The edges and deep crevasses that ran up the jagged walls created long shadows that danced along the red stone in the soft glow. The light was thrown on them by a bright orb in the middle of this cavern. Through the shine, you recognized it as one of the ARC-standard lanterns. While the illumination didn’t offer much, it was enough to show that the open space you found yourself in wasn’t large, probably no bigger than an escape pod. The floor was dirt, and underneath you lay a blanket. It was one of the GAR-issued ones that the clones carried in their packs. My pack. Your instincts as a medic made your heart jump, and you instinctively patted the ground around you, looking for your gear before you spotted it. Leaning against the opposite corner of the cave was your medic pack and all of Fives’ kit. It had all been rifled through, with supplies out everywhere. You turned back to Fives, who was watching you carefully. He stayed on his knees next to you, still within arm’s reach.
“What’s…” Whatever question was on your lips was cut off and erased by another stabbing pain. 
You let out a small groan, and your hand shot to your forehead. You could feel a bacta patch on your temple. Underneath it, broken skin throbbed. You glanced down at your jumpsuit to find it covered in blood. 
“Look at me.” Fives quickly spoke, pulling your eyes back to his face. “You got hit in the head. You were a real mess. I’m not you or Kix, but I tried to clean you up as best I could.”
He made you track his fingers and asked you the questions you had asked him a million times before. For how talented a soldier he was, Fives had more head injuries than the rest of the GAR combined. You could always count on finding him in your medbay after every mission for one reason or another. He tried to assess your vision but flashed fingers before you faster than you could count them. 
“That’s not how you do that.” You giggled as you rolled your eyes. “Nice try, Doctor Fives.”
“Sarcasm intact, I see.” Fives chuckled, but the laugh didn’t meet his eyes.
He raised his hand to your chin and slowly tilted it so he could inspect your wound. He lifted his other hand to graze over your temple, pressing down on the bacta patch that he must have gotten from your pack and placed on your wound earlier.
“Wasn’t deep, luckily.” He said, his voice soft now. “Just bled a ton. You scared me, mesh’la.”
He was close. So close. And the look on his face made you wonder.
“A big ole ARC Trooper was scared for me?” You teased, desperate for anything to break the tension.
His eyes met yours before he flicked them back to the bandaged wound. Oh, you swallowed before you quickly reprimanded yourself. You had to do that often with Fives. You had been with the 501st since the beginning of the war, and you loved every one of the men you served with. They loved you too. When you weren’t chasing the brave -if slightly reckless - soldiers into battle, they were often pulling you into their own shenanigans, like nights out at 79’s or games of sabacc in the barracks or pranks that made Rex assign you all to fresher duty for a week. It was different with Fives, though. 
He had no idea, of course. He didn’t know how his banter, more playful and flirty than his brothers, or that little nickname, mesh’la, affected you. He didn’t know that, through no fault of his, you had been swept off your feet by the handsome man since the moment you met him. He’d never led you on or made you think your feelings were reciprocated. He’d been nothing but respectful and kind. Still, you couldn’t shake your feelings for the ARC Trooper. You loved the way he butted heads with you. You loved how he teased the people he cared about, including you. You loved the way he looked after his brothers. You loved his ingenuity on the battlefield. Despite your best efforts, you loved Fives. You pushed your feelings aside as best you could, trying to only let them creep up on you during dark moments alone. There was no point in dwelling on it. Fives would never feel that way about you. Still, this sudden doting made your stomach twist.
Don’t read into it. You scolded yourself. He’s just worried about you. With his gaze back on your forehead, you tried to turn your attention elsewhere. You searched for the last thing you remembered.
You were on Geonosis. That much you knew. Even in the dark, the sandstone of the walls around you was apparent. Geonosis. You strained and tugged on strings as you tried to remember why you were in Geonosis or, more importantly, where on Geonosis you were. 
“What’s going on, Fives?”
The ARC trooper sat back, finally confident you wouldn’t fall again, and leaned against the wall. He pulled one knee up, resting his arm on it. The other leg extended out next to you.
“What do you remember?”
He nodded as you pieced together details for him, filling in the blanks where he could. The more you tugged on those threads, the more you could weave together. Geonosis. You remembered trekking across the desert with a small squad. You remembered an ambush. A group of bugs had sprung out of the dunes. It had happened so suddenly. There had been a lot of blaster fire and explosions. As soon as the fighting started, Fives grabbed your arm, pulling you to shelter behind him. You remembered darkness engulfing the landscape and Fives cursing as his brothers disappeared from view. A sandstorm was sweeping in; brutal winds whipped up the desert as it approached. Fives took hold of your arm again, leading you to the foot of the nearby mesa. The last thing you could remember was pointing to a small cave, thinking it could offer shelter to wait out the deadly weather. Fives, barely visible even a foot in front of you as the storm finally descended, led the way. Then, nothing. There was no more thread to pull at. Trying to piece together the last of the story, you turned to look towards what you vaguely recalled to be the entrance. It was covered in broken, serrated rocks. You frowned. That couldn’t be good.
“Cave collapsed.” Fives finally admitted as you finished. “Must have been unstable, and the winds from the storm made it worse. I tried to dig out, but it just kept collapsing. Without tools, it’ll bring the whole thing down on us. And you’ve had enough head injuries for one day.”
“And you for one lifetime.” You reminded Fives. “So we’re stuck here, huh?”
He nodded, watching you as you moved to cross your legs and settle into a seated position. You noticed his careful look but kept your attention on the predicament.
“Any other exit?” You glanced around, the tall walls suddenly hugging you a little tighter.
If there were any, the cave held its secrets well. The only light came from the lamp, and the air felt heavy. Unmoving.
“No,” Fives’ face was grim when you turned back to him. “I looked after I got you cleaned up. My helmet was damaged during the cave-in, but the radar still works, and there’s nothing.”
He dropped his gaze to his boots. Fives was a lot of things, but a good liar wasn’t one of them. There was something he wasn’t telling you.
“What else?”
Fives let out a little huff. He knew lying wasn’t his strength either. After a moment, he spoke again.
“Indicators on my bucket show the oxygen supply of this little pocket isn’t… uh, well, it’s not gonna last forever.” He raised a hand, rubbing his gloved palm against the back of his neck, still not looking at you.
You frowned at Fives. You didn’t like how vague he was being. Many people mistook Fives’ carefree demeanor for carelessness, but you knew otherwise. Fives was nothing if not thorough in his recon, and that meant he was still hiding something.
“How long?” You asked, your tone still the same one you would use in the medbay. Scientific and determined.
“We have four more hours of oxygen.”
You nodded. That would explain the heaviness of the air.
“Is anyone coming?”
“Yes, Rex is on… on his way.” He coughed as he spoke.
You watched as his jaw twitched from the tension and his gaze shifted further from yours. You glanced at his helmet. It sat among the scattered gear, the antenna snapped off and lying beside it on the ground. You considered your own communicator for a moment but knew its range would never make it through these stone walls. You looked back at Fives.
“Don’t lie to me.” If you could have registered anything at that moment, you would have been surprised at how suddenly quiet your voice was.
Fives flicked his eyes back to finally meet yours. He stared, his honey-brown irises flickering gold in the dim light.
“No,” He finally answered, like a sentencing. “Comms are down. No one is coming.”
You nodded. Your gaze fell to your palms. This was it. Trapped with no way out. You had always known you could die during this war. You had assumed it would be on the battlefield. The thought that it wouldn’t be twisted in your gut. A rage began to boil. You didn’t want to die here, suffocating. You wanted to go down fighting. You looked back at Fives, ready to protest against your fate. Then you saw his face. He met you with a look of understanding that stopped any objection on your lips.
“It’s okay.” He shrugged. “I’m mad too. I’m a soldier. I’m supposed to die on my feet, not in some cave.”
With that, the rage disappeared.
“I’m sorry, Fives.”
“Me too.” He gave you a half-smile. “Honestly, part of me hoped you wouldn’t wake up. Then you wouldn’t have known. You wouldn’t have to wait.”
You tried to return his half-smile, but your heart panged at the thought of Fives having to wait for death alone. You crawled to sit against the wall next to him. Pressing your back against the stone wall, you rested your head on his pauldron.
“Well, I’m glad I’m awake.” You finally spoke. You were surprised to find that you meant it. “What now?”
“Just wait, I guess.” 
You didn’t have to look at Fives to see the defeat that had swept over him. It was clear in his voice, the emptiness of his tone ringing like a gong. You frowned. If you were going to be awake, you had to do something. Your eyes fell onto the gear scattered at the foot of the opposite wall.
“I have a sabacc deck.” You tilted your head up at the ARC trooper.
“You’re on.” Fives snorted as he grinned down at you, the smile finally meeting his eyes.
Time crept on at a cruel pace. Too fast and too slow at the same time. The two of you had an unspoken agreement not to look at the indicators on Fives’ helmet. The mood was heavy, but you were grateful to be with Fives. You moved to sit across from him, a perfect little space for sabacc forming between the two of you. Fives discarded his armor, and you had unzipped the top half of your jumpsuit, tying its arms around your waist. Even still, the white tank top clung to you in the stifling heat of the cavern. The temperature aside, it almost could have been another night in the barracks, just the two of you outlasting his brothers as you stayed up too late, laughing and sharing secrets.
“You think the others are okay?” Your thoughts wandered to your friends. 
“Echo, Kix, and Rex are too smart to die, Jesse’s too stubborn, and Hardcase is too lucky.” Fives chuckled as he looked over his hand. “Fate’s already given up on killing ‘Case. Despite his best efforts. It’ll be some stupid hero move if he ever goes out.”
You laughed. Thinking that the rest of the squad was safe brought a little comfort, at least. Then you thought of how Fives had protected you during the fight. A hero.
“Like protecting civilian medic during a firefight?” The cards in front of you began to swim, and your eyes quickly found the cave's dirt floor. “You shouldn’t have helped me.”
“Don’t say that.” Fives frowned and tilted his head down so he could meet your gaze. “I would have been looking for shelter during that storm, no matter what. I always would have ended up here.”
Fives looked away, his attention back on the game as he cast the die. You quickly blinked, trying to clear your burning eyes. He swore at the numbers that came up. 
“Your turn,” He smiled at you. “And for the record, protecting you… I don’t regret it. Not for a second.” 
You sighed. Regrets. You had plenty, and now, the thought that maybe you had led Fives here to this fate was quickly climbing the list. It was more suffocating than the dwindling oxygen. Fives must have been able to see the shadow lingering over you.
“Hey,” He placed his cards to the side and patted the ground between his legs. “Come here.”
You climbed over Fives’ shins and settled yourself against his chest. You stared out into the darkness as Fives wrapped an arm around you, pulling you back into him. It was a little too warm to be comfortable, but you lifted a hand to his forearm and clung to him all the same.
It wasn’t the first time you’d been this close to Fives. All the clones were comfortable with you, hugging you, picking you up, teasing you like a sister. Fives was no different; it always made your crush that much harder. Even now, as death waited around the corner, your heart raced a little faster. You frowned at yourself, willing it to slow. As you tried to focus, you realized that you could feel his heartbeat where his chest pressed to your back. That didn’t help your own heart rate or your focus.
Finally, Fives broke the silence you didn’t realize had settled between you two.
“I wish I could’ve seen the end of it, you know?” His voice was quieter than you’d ever heard it.
“The end of what?” You asked, still staring out into the dark.
“The war. I’d like to give peace a try.” It was his turn to sigh. “I know they wouldn’t just let us go. There’s always another war to fight, but maybe… maybe I could’ve had a life too. Settle down, raise a family. Deploy when they need me but get to come back to a place that was home instead of just a different set of barracks. Maybe I could’ve had a chance to be more than just a number.”
You thought of the heart beating behind you. How alive he was. Fives always had been, and that zeal permeated everything he did. When it came down to it, that was why you fell in love with him. A number’s heart never beat like that.
“You’ve never been just a number.” You whispered, more to the darkness than to Fives. “Not to me.”
You settled further into his chest and closed your eyes. You could still feel the gentle rhythm of his heart between your shoulder blades. The idea that it would come to a stop in a few short hours was too much to bear. You reached for the hand that wasn’t holding you. You needed to feel its warmth. You pulled it into your chest, clasping his hands.
Then you felt his fingers lace through yours. You opened your eyes and looked over your shoulder to find Fives watching you.
Your heart stopped. Time slowed. You knew the gleam in his eyes. You’d always wanted him to look at you like that, like you were the only thing in the world. Right now, you supposed you were.
“Even after everything, you know what my only regret will be?” His breath was hot against your neck.
“What?” Your heart was racing again.
“I never got to kiss you.”
Before you could stop yourself, you let go of his forearm and reached for the collar of his compression top. You pulled him into you. Fives met your lips solidly, stunned and in shock. In the next moment, you felt him begin to melt into the kiss. His hunger quickly matched yours, and he slid his tongue over your lip, begging entrance. You let him in, the shock of your actions finally sparking within you as you savored his taste. 
No more regrets, a voice in the back of your head boomed, and a boldness suddenly came over you.
Never leaving his lips, you spun your torso to him and brought yourself to your knees, straddling his legs. He pulled you to his chest, deepening the kiss now that you were at a better angle. His goatee brushed your chin, a comforting reminder that this was real. It was really Fives kissing you. Your hands found his the back of his neck where you clung to him as Fives sealed his lips on yours. He wrapped one arm around your waist while the other hand cupped the back of your head, tilting you so he could taste every inch of your mouth. You sucked on his tongue, and Fives let out a small rumble that went straight to your core. His scent, a heady warmth with a hint of plasma, overwhelmed your senses. He was all you could breathe now, but you needed more. You wanted to feel him. You let your hands fall to his chest and pushed back, breaking the kiss.  He stared up at you, this kneeling position giving you the height advantage. His jaw was slack, and his brown eyes were dazed as you met his gaze. You reached for the hem of your white tank top and pulled it over your head, stripping it from your body, and tossed it aside. Fives leaned back as he gapped at you, stunned by your movement. You turned your attention to his clothing, tugging at the edge of his compression shirt.
“Wait, wait!” Fives’ hands met yours. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Your voice was firm as you watched him, unblinking.
He swallowed, his grip a little tighter on your hands. He wanted this too.
“We’re going….” His look kept getting pulled back to your lips. “We’re going to use up oxygen.”
“I don’t care.” Your eyes roved over his face. You had waited so long for this. If you were going to die, you wanted to do it by his lips. “Do you?”
“Kriff, no.” He half-growled, any reservations disappearing with your consent.
Everything became rushed. Each movement was faster than the next as you both raced against the clock. Fives released your hands, letting you strip the top from his form. You ran your hands back down over his muscled, tan chest.  Fives groaned at your touch before he tugged at your waist, pulling you back into his lips. You gripped his powerful bicep in one hand while the other found its way to his curls, tugging gently at the short hair and earning a moan from Fives. His broad fingertips dug at your bare skin, needy and wanting. He ran his hands over your ribs and under your binder, grazing the sensitive skin underneath your breasts. Then, he traced his way downward. His hands snuck under the fabric of your jumpsuit and made their way over the curve of your legs and around to your backside, kneading at your flesh as he pulled you closer to him still. You felt him harden beneath you. He left your lips to kiss along your jaw before he found a spot on your neck. He sucked and nipped, sending a shiver that traveled from your pulse point down to the pooling heat in the pit of your stomach. You wished you had more time. 
You didn’t, though. Even now, the invisible timer ticked away in the back of your head. You moved to squat so you could strip your jumpsuit from your lower half. Fives held you up, his strong hands gripping under your arms as you struggled with the fabric. In sloppy movements, you finally pulled the jumpsuit and underwear from your legs. Fives quickly wrapped you back into him as soon as possible. Your kiss was frenzied now. His hands traveled up and down your body, caressing every inch of your skin he could reach as he swept his fingertips over you in a hurried march. They returned to your binder, where they lingered for a moment. Fives traced your pert nipples through the fabric, the friction teasing your sensitive skin, but after letting out a small huff in your mouth, he moved on. The timer was clearly ticking for him too. Fives found his true target as his hand trailed downward and made its way between you. He paused at your soaking opening only for a moment, tracing your tight ring of muscle just enough to tease you before he quickly slid a warm finger home.
His lips moved back to your neck as you snapped your hips against his hand. He added a second finger and sank deeper, meeting your movements. It wasn’t long before he found your sweet, spongy spot and pumped his hand against it, pulling moans and mews from your lips. His thumb came to your clit, teasing small circles around your sweet mound until you were putty in his hands.
“Just fuck me already.” You begged.
“Oh, mesh’la.” He nipped at your ear.
It was a promise. Fives pulled his fingers from you and reached for the hem of his body glove. He pulled it down, revealing his hardened length, veiny and thick with want. He took himself in his hand, smearing your slick over it as he stroked himself. You raised yourself up over him. He slotted himself against your entrance before he looked up at you. You met his eyes as you both paused for a beat. Fives looked like he still wanted to say something to you, but after a moment, he just surged forward and captured your mouth with his once more.
“Fives.”
You sunk down onto him as you gasped his name against his lips. He pushed against your walls as he entered you, reaching every corner, the pressure making your head swim. You clawed at his chest as you sank to the hilt, any pain turning quickly to pleasure. He gripped your waist, a sharp breath leaving him as he waited for you to adjust.
“Fuck,” He muttered. His hips twitched beneath you as he battled with his body to give you a moment to recover. “You feel incredible.”
“I need to move, please.” You pleaded with him as you reached for his shoulders.
You began to ride him, lifting yourself up and sinking down, letting his cock fill you up again and again. He raised up to meet you with every movement, turning you into a babbling mess as you came apart on his cock. His hand found your clit again.
His thumb refused to slow as it drew wave after wave of bliss from you. Fives’ eyes watched the place where you came together, staring as he stretched you out with every rolling movement. Soon, you felt yourself being pulled to the brink. You let your head fall into his neck.
“I’m so close.” You mumbled against his skin.
“Look at me.” His lips were pressed against your ear as he begged.
You opened your eyes and lifted your head to meet his eyes. I love you, you wanted to say, but you held back. Instead, you tried to tell him with your eyes and prayed he heard you. You wanted him to feel loved. His eyes burned back at you, meeting you with all the want and need you felt for him. 
White spots formed behind your vision, and you began to shake. Fives snapped his hips upward, pushing you over the edge and sending you plummeting into your orgasm. He followed quickly afterward, cumming with three final thrusts as he filled you up.
You collapsed into his chest, letting your head fall to his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around you as he softened within you. You were both slick with sweat, but neither of you moved as you tried to catch your breath. You wondered for a moment if you would, and as Fives’ grip dug a little deeper into your arms, you had a feeling that he was wondering the same thing. But eventually, your breathing slowed, and your eyes started to flutter close.
You felt Fives lift you up and slip out of you, tucking himself back into his blacks. Then, he came back to you,  helping you tug your jumpsuit back on. You frowned at the sudden space between you. Part of you wanted to protest, but even in your hazy bliss, you knew it made sense. If anyone ever did find your bodies, it would be better not to be naked. When you were both dressed, you laid down on the blanket again and pulled him down next to you. Fives let you tug him close as both of you fought sleep just a little longer. You knew you would wake up shortly, clutching your chest and struggling for air. You knew you would both die gasping in stunned breaths. But for now, you were almost happy. His arms wrapped around you, and Fives placed one last kiss on the top of your head. You pressed your ear to his chest and let yourself fall into a final sleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
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Air came rushing back into your lungs. You choked and coughed on the sudden stream. Your eyes shot open at the sudden rush. A familiar, unmistakable face swam in front of you.
“Rex?” You croaked.
You didn’t recognize your own voice, hoarse and broken. Rex, leaning over you, frowned at your effort. 
“Shhh,” He quickly hushed you. “We’ve got you. Hang in there, ad’ika.”
He reached down, hoisting you up into his arms. The world behind him glowed, and somewhere, dimly in the back of your mind, you slowly formed one word, Sun. Sun, air, Rex. You were saved. Where was Fives, though?
You started to panic. Fives. You wriggled in Rex’s arms.
“Hey, hey!” He warned as he tried to hold on to you.
 “Fives.” You croaked again.
“He’s okay,” Rex assured you, pulling you tighter to him. “Echo’s got him.”
Fives was safe. You stopped wiggling. The darkness crept in again, and you let it take you.
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You spent the trip back to Coruscant drifting in and out of consciousness as you floated in a hyperbaric chamber. Nothing was around you. Only a benevolent darkness and your soothed subconscious. Some part of you knew this was supposed to feel peaceful, but something in you was still restless. Even nirvana didn’t feel as peaceful as Fives’ arms had.
Consciousness finally crept up on you in the medbay. Unlike the cave, you knew where you were the moment you opened your eyes. You instantly recognized the sterile walls, the bright lights, and the stiff, scratchy fabric of the patient gowns. And if those weren’t enough clues, the face that soon bobbed over you would have been.
“What the fuck?” Kix prodded at you, poking your shoulder with an outstretched finger as he appeared next to your hospital bed.
“Is this always your bedside manner?” You groaned as you pushed yourself up on your arms, decidedly tired of waking up like this. “No wonder I’m the favorite medic.”
“Like hell you are.” Kix grinned as he waved his fingers in front of your face, starting your second neuro exam of the day. “Besides, this bedside manner is reserved for my civilian medic who tried real hard to die on me.”
“What a bitch.” You sighed as you leaned back into the thin mattress, closing your eyes.
“No kidding,” Kix huffed as he continued your assessment.
You let him feel your pulses and shine a light in your eyes as you drifted off with your thoughts. You were alive. That should be a good thing; underneath, you knew it was. But there was an empty feeling like you had left something in the cave, and it was gone forever. Like it had slipped through your hands. Despite your best efforts, you found your thoughts drifting toward Fives.
Fives. Even his name made your skin crawl now. You practically had thrown yourself at him. For years, you had been able to keep your feelings for him separate from your relationship with him. It was one thing to sleep with him if it was the last thing you ever did. But now you had lived, and you couldn’t take it back. Fives would know now, and when you saw him next, there would be nowhere to hide. 
Finally, Kix was satisfied you were well enough to leave the medbay. He pointed out a pile of clothes that Echo had collected for you and turned to go so you could have some privacy. Before he pulled the door shut across, Kix paused.
“Glad you’re here, ad’ika.” 
You smiled back at the medic, the empty feeling abating just a little. You were alone with your thoughts, but the familiar beeps and alarms of the medbay machinary brought you some comfort. You focused to the squeaky orchestra as you slowly dressed.  You had just pulled your shirt in when there was a knock on the door. 
“Come on in.” You called, trying to think what test Kix could possibly have forgotten.
Instead, Fives opened the door. Your jaw and your heart dropped as you met his brown eyes. 
“Hey, mesh’la.” 
His usual nickname made your stomach twist. Panic threatened to overwhelm you as your heart began to race. You felt your lungs begin to heave again, desperate for more oxygen as your body readied to run. He stayed in the doorway, the space between you both too much and not enough all at once. Your eyes traveled up and down him, clad once again in his armor. There was no softness. Nothing you could cling to anymore. Breathe, you reminded yourself. 
“Hey.” You tried to smile at him but your mouth refused.
“Just wanted to check on you.” He rubbed a hand along the back of his neck, eyes roving around the room.
“I’m good.” You watched him, trying to read his every move, but there was nothing. No hints of what he was feeling or, worse, what he was thinking. Breathe. “You?”
“Yeah.” That sideways smile flickered over his face for an instant and then it was gone. “Good as new.”
Silence settled between you, almost as suffocating as the cavern. Breathe. 
“So we made it.” Fives finally spoke, his look finally finding yours.
“Yeah,” you shifted under his stare. Breathe.
Fives opened his mouth, but a long beep cut him off. He looked down at the comm on his wrist and groaned.
“I gotta take this.” 
“Of course.” You nodded, flashing him a smile that you imagined probably looked more like a grimace.
He nodded before he vanished, ducking out of the door quicker than he had appeared. You dropped back into the cot with a groan. You suddenly wanted to crawl back into the hyperbaric chamber and slip back into the abyss.
Instead, the cruiser made it to Coruscant, and you were able to busy yourself with work. As soon as the landing ship let you out and onto the base, you threw yourself into the medical supplies. You sorted and restocked for hours, ignoring Rex and then Coric when they each tried to stop you in turn.
You were kneeling on the ground, restocking one of the med kits that the clones kept in their barracks, when the lid snapped shut, nearly catching your fingers as it came down.
You glared upwards to find Jesse grinning down at you. Kix stood beside him, arms crossed.
“You‘re coming out.” Kix’s tone was stern. It was the tone he usually reserved for delivering bad medical news. “Doctor’s orders.”
You opened your mouth to protest, but Jesse quickly cut you off.
“Come on,” Jesse nodded towards the door. “We’re all going to 79’s, and we’re not taking no for an answer.”
“Sorry, no is the only answer I’ve got.” You reached to flip the lid back open on the kit, but Kix’s boot beat you to the top, sealing it shut with his weight.
“Just come before we have to unleash more cruel tactics.” Jesse quipped.
“You mean the two of you get more annoying?” You glared at them, but there was no bite behind it.
They glanced at each other and grinned. They had won, and they knew it.
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79’s was crowded. Your head throbbed with the bass, remnants of the concussion that you and Kix had a mutual, unspoken agreement to ignore tonight. But it was proving harder than you had hoped. Beyond the music and the flashing lights, the men you came with weren’t helping, despite your affection for their enthusiasm. They all crowded you and Fives into a back booth where they were whooping and hollering at a near-constant rate. Each soldier took turns slapping you on the back and offering to buy you a drink. You smiled at every one of them in turn and thanked them, but you stuck to sipping on water.
You had decided to be sober tonight for a few reasons. The concussion was one of them. The other was across the table, Echo’s arm slung over his shoulder. Echo, who had refused to let Fives stray more than arm’s reach away from him, told the story of how he had been able to triangulate your location based on the maps from the mission briefing and, when he saw the rock wall, knew what had happened. It had taken General Skywalker thirty minutes to get the equipment to the mountainside, and the hot-headed Jedi had apparently fumed the entire time. Then, when the droids moved the rocks from the cave entrance, they were able to pull you out and from the brink of death.
You tried your best to smile at Echo while he recounted. It was proving hard, though, because you still couldn’t bring yourself to look at Fives. To your left, Hardcase leaned across you to whisper to Jesse and Coric.
“We need to get him laid.” He giggled conspiratorially as he glanced at the ARC and then back to his brothers.
“We need to get them both laid.” Jesse elbowed you.
“Nothing like ‘I’m still alive’ sex.” Coric nodded firmly.
Jesse raised a glass. 
“I’ll toast to that!” He smirked, and Hardcase joined them.
The drink sloshed out of their glasses and down the front of your jumpsuit. As it darkened, you remembered the blood. Suddenly nauseous, you jumped from your seat. The clones stared up at you with wide apologetic eyes. Then they all spoke at once.
“Kriff,” Hardcase swore as he tried to signal a droid for a towel.
“Here,” Jesse grabbed for all the napkins he could reach on the table.
“Sorry, sorry!” Coric apologized.
“It’s fine.” You pushed Jesse’s hands away as he tried to dab up the liquid. You turned to Hardcase and nodded to him to let you out of the booth.
He quickly jumped up, still profusely swearing inbetween sincere apologies. You brushed him off as you made for the fresher.
Quickly, you found a hand dryer to dry off your clothes. You glanced in the mirror to inspect the outfit. It was an old jumpsuit you wouldn’t miss if whatever acrid liquor they were drinking wouldn’t come out of it. It wasn’t the stain that caught your eye, though. Instead, you were caught off guard by the sour look on your face. No wonder they were trying to cheer you up, you thought. You didn’t look like someone who had just survived a near-death experience. You looked like someone who had just been sentenced to death.
You sighed. Tonight was a lost cause. You should sneak out now, you decided, and comm Jesse and Kix with an apology later. Coric and Hardcase, too, probably. Tomorrow would be a better day. You just needed time. 
You left the fresher, a sense of hope creeping in for the first time in hours. It fled the moment you stepped back into the bar.
“Hey, I was coming to look for you.”
You stared slackjawed at Fives. He had somehow managed to escape Echo’s grip and was waiting outside the fresher. Clad only in armor from the waist down, and his compression top rolled up to reveal his forearms, he looked even more handsome than usual in the muted, neon light. A sheepish grin danced on his lips. Your heart skipped a beat, and you cursed yourself. Even after everything, you couldn’t shake how you felt.
He opened his mouth to speak again, but a different voice boomed over the music, calling out both of your names.
“What are you two doing back here?” Hardcase sprung on you and threw an arm over your shoulder.
“We were just saying we need to get you two laid!” Hardcase wrapped his other arm around Fives, pulling you both into him. “Nothing like ‘We’re still alive’ sex!”
“Not as good as ‘We’re going to die’ sex.” Fives let out a half-laugh as his eyes slid around Hardcase to meet yours.
You choked. 
You had to leave now. You would have to transfer. Quit. Go AWOL. You didn’t know what you were going to do, but right now, you needed to leave this bar.
“I’ll see you guys at the table.” You said as you slipped out from under Hardcase’s arm.
You scurried through the club, skirting the bar and dashing for the door, desperately avoiding the eyes of any well-meaning clones that stepped out of your way, afraid you might find a pair that would try to stop your flight. 
The cool, Coruscant night air filled your lungs as you gasped, your body still seeking more oxygen. You wondered if that feeling would ever go away. As you tried to catch your breath, you glanced around. The platform outside the club was empty, and there was no air taxi in sight. You sighed and dialed a comm. Then you heard your name. 
“Are you running away?”
The voice was unmistakable. It might haunt you for the rest of your life. You closed your eyes, trapping the tears that suddenly welled up behind your eyelids.
“Just leave me alone, Fives.”
He called your name again. His voice was closer this time. Then you felt a hand come to rest on your shoulder. You stepped away from his grasp before you spun to face him. 
In the wide open platform, Fives looked small for the first time you could remember. His chest was rising and falling quickly like he had run out to catch you. You would have to transfer, you decided at that moment. There was no other way out of this. For either of you. 
“Why did you run away?” 
“Because this isn’t a joke, Fives.” You snapped at him as you took another step backward. You turned your gaze towards the city skyline as the next words spilled out of you before you could stop them. “That wasn’t We’re-going-to-die sex for me. I have feelings for you. I spent a long time ignoring it, but now, I can’t anymore, and I… I don’t know what to do.”
“How long have you had feelings for me?”
“Since I joined the 501st.” You sighed, still not looking at him. “What does it matter?”
“You really have feelings for me?” He asked.
“Is that your only takeaway here?” You could have screamed in frustration, but instead, your tone was quiet and defeated. 
“It’s the only one I need.” 
You let yourself look back at Fives just as he broke into a wide grin. Before you could ask what he meant, Fives reached out and wrapped a hand around your wrist. He tugged you to him, pulling you back into your arms. You barely had a moment to be shocked before he kissed you.
There was nothing hurried about this kiss. When his full lips met yours, he moved against you slowly and sensually. His hand found the back of your head again, and he tilted you up to him as he parted your lips and met your tongue with slow, languid licks. He moved to you cheek and then your jawline where he trailed along with soft, sweet kisses until he found your ear. 
“I’m sorry I joked.” He whispered against your skin. “I’ve loved you for a long time, and I thought I’d messed it all up. I didn’t know what else to do.”
“I love you too, Fives.” You were breathless as you whispered back. 
You barely had time to notice that it was a different kind of breathless, one of excess rather than deficit. You threw your arms around his shoulders as you found his lips once more. Instead of death waiting at the end of the kiss, it was the rest of your life. 
By the time you got to your apartment, your jumpsuit was half unzipped, and lipstick was smeared across Fives’ face. Neither of you cared as you stumbled through the doorway and into the bedroom. 
You tugged at your zipper, desperate to strip the fabric from your body. When you finally freed yourself and let it pool on the ground around your ankles, you realized Fives wasn’t wrapped around you anymore. You spun, only to find him watching you from the doorway. A soft smile played on his lips. Peace settled across his brow. You couldn’t help but smile back.
“Hurry up, get your armor off and kriff me already.” You teased as you sat on the bed, patting the mattress next to you.
He chuckled as he stepped towards you. Then he paused, bending down to remove one of his shin plates and then the other. He moved slowly, like a man with all the time in the world. You felt excitement pulsing through you as you waited. Anticipation had every cell in your body vibrating as you waited for his touch.
Finally, stripped down to his body suit, he crossed the room in two strides until he towered over you. You felt your mouth fall open just a little as you looked up at him.
“No,” He brought a knuckle to your chin, winking as he closed your mouth. “This time, I’m going to take my time with you.” 
He dropped the knuckle to your chest and pushed you over with one gentle finger. You fell softly back into the bed, your legs hanging off the edge. Staring up at your ceiling, you didn’t have time to wonder at his plan before you felt two strong palms pushing your knees apart. You looked down to see Fives fall to his knees next to the bed. A hungry look danced in his eye. His fingers wrapped around the elastic of your underwear, and you lifted up your rear enough for him to strip your panties from you. Your head fell back as you exhaled.
Fives’ lips began to ghost over your legs. The breath that skated across your body seemed to steal the one on your lips. He nipped and licked at the sensitive skin as he moved up from your knees to your inner thighs. You shivered, and your hips started to wiggle as you ached for his touch where you needed it most.
“Patience, mesh’la.” Fives whispered, his words hovering above your throbbing core.
Finally, his tongue met your center as he licked one long stripe along your lower lips. You let out a desperate moan at the attention. Your eyes fell to meet his just as he chuckled at your reaction. He flashed a smile at you before he turned back to the sight before him. He began to trace long, slow circles around your entrance, making you clench around the emptiness. His nose grazed over your clit, sending a shudder through your body and pulling another moan from your lips. Satisfied with the withering mess you had become from his teasing, Fives sunk his tongue into you. He began to lick and suck in a frenzy, groaning as he tasted you. His attention worked you quickly to the brink. He sank two fingers into your slick entrance, curling them until you cried out and came, spasming around him. 
When the raptureous swell subsided, you lifted yourself up to your elbows to be greeted by Fives stripping his compression suit from his body. Finally naked, he grinned down at you with your arousal still shining in his facial hair. In an unspoken agreement, you both paused, taking the time to admire the other person. Time you didn’t get before. Muscled, broad, and covered in scattered scars and tattoos, you’d seen Fives without his shirt before. Even before your moment in the cave, you’d personally patched up more than a few of those wounds. But that didn’t stop him from taking your breath away now. Your eyes skated over his bronze form before falling to his erect, hardened length. He was weeping, having teased himself as much as he teased you. You looked back up to meet Fives’ eyes. His gaze met yours. They were shining.
“Now, will you kriff me already?” You smirked at him.
“I can’t wait another second.” He rasped.
You moved up to find the head of the bed as he clambered next to you. He moved over you in the next motion, caging you into the mattress. His honey eyes bored into yours for a moment before he leaned down and captured you in another kiss. You met his lips with a fury, tasting yourself on his tongue. You sighed into his mouth as you felt him slot against your entrance. Slowly, he sank into you, the stretch just as overwhelming as before. Your breath hitched in your throat, and Fives paused. He pulled away, watching your face as he slid back out from you before sinking in again. He continued in slow and measured movements, thrusting in and out until he was pulling moans from you with every roll of his hips. Your hand wrapped around his neck and found purchase in his curls as you looked for anything to hold on to. His breath became heavy and thick in your ear as he muttered praises.
“You feel so good.” He groaned. “My good girl. You- you have no idea... Wanted this so badly.”
His words made you clench around him, and he swore at the vice grip of your warmth. He began to move with a fury, and one hand fell to where your bodies met and found your sensitive nub. He began to draw slow circles around your swollen mound. Your arms fell to the sheets, digging into the fabric at the sensation, still overstimulated from his earlier attentions. You angled your hips up, meeting every thrust of his with one of your own. The new angle let him sink even further into you, bringing new depths of ecstasy. His circles around your clit quickened. 
You began to shake as Fives brought you to the edge. Then, with a cry of his name, you stiffened as another orgasm washed over you. He returned your cry with one of his own as he finished inside you. He collapsed into your neck as he buried himself to the hilt one last time.
Fives rolled over, pulling you with him. You curled up, laying your head on his chest. You felt the thudding pulse of his heart against your ear. Without thinking, you raised a hand to his chest and began to tap one finger along with the beat. Lub, dub. Lub, dub. A tiny snort met your ears. You raised your eyes up to meet Fives’ bright stare.
“What are you doing, mesh’la?” He smiled down at you, the old nickname ringing with a different meaning now. 
“It… I just needed to feel it. Hear it.” You breathed in rhythm with its gentle drumming. “I needed to know it was still beating.”
“It is.” Fives captured your hand in his and pressed to his chest. “For you. Always for you.”
You looked up at him with glassy eyes. He kissed your forehead before he leaned back into the pillow. As sleep took you, you listened to the cadence of his heartbeat with a smile on your lips.
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the-rain-on-kamino · 2 months
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Shades of Dates
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Just a bet - or the most stupid idea you ever had?
What started with 'just' kisses to underline how unique the clones are, developed into a night out of the ordinary. And as one thing led to another... each of your boys in blue and none other than Marshal Commander Cody invite you to a date. Sometimes soft sometimes thrilling. And in the end... 😉
The Bet
Eight Shades of Blue
Spring Fever
Dessert
The Sunlight on Your Skin
Lush Meadows
Chasing the Lights
Moving in Darkness
Helpless
Soft Hands for Love
Safety
Gradient in Blue - The Chase
Gradient in Blue - The Afterglow
Shades of Dates Playlist
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starrylothcat · 7 months
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Bon Appétit
Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader
Warnings: NSFW, 18+. No plot. Just smut. PiV sex, cunnilingus. Fluffy, dorky. Established relationship.
WC: 1,000
A/N: I wrote this by the pool on vacation while having Fives thots. Not super edited, I’ve had a few drinks. Enjoy!
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You placed the bag of take-out on the counter, knowing Fives would be over any minute.
Fives just returned from a long campaign on some Outer Rim planet and had a few days of rare leave upon his return.
You grabbed food from your favorite dive restaurant on the way back to your Coruscant apartment, knowing Fives would be ravenous for food that wasn’t ration bars.
As expected, a few moments later Fives stepped through your door, and he was on you instantly.
He grasped the sides of your face, bringing you into a passionate, fiery kiss as his hello. You melted into him, his mouth exploring yours, his hands groping and grabbing anything he could find.
“H-hello” You were able to gasp through his kisses, his lips now leaving a fiery trail down your neck. “I missed you.”
“Hello,” He rumbled into your now hot skin, set ablaze by his passion. “I missed you, too.”
You yelped as he swooped you up into his arms, carrying you straight into your bedroom, dropping you down onto your bed.
“I got food from Desi’s Noodles, your favorite.” You sat up as he quickly stripped his armor and his blacks. “Figured you might be hungry.”
Five’s eyes darkened as he climbed on top of you, his cock already hard and begging for you. You helped him remove your clothing, your own desire flooding your senses, desperate for his touch.
“Oh, I’m hungry.”
Fives nipped at your bare stomach, licking eagerly around the hem of your lacy panties. He growled as he bit your panties, dragging them down your legs and throwing them over his shoulder.
Fives grinned between your legs.
“I’m starving, actually.”
Before you could respond to his silly remark, his skilled tongue and lips were on your pussy, causing your body to convulse at the sudden pleasurable intrusion.
“So good, so sweet. Mesh’la, you’re soaked for me. “ Fives slurred into your folds, already drunk on your taste and the feel of your soft pussy on his face, his goatee adding delicious friction to his ministrations.
“I missed this gorgeous pussy of yours. Dream of it every night. Just like this.”
“Fives…I…” You lost your train of thought, your mouth agape as his tongue flicked and rolled around your clit.
He chuckled into your folds, massaging your thighs as he licked and sucked to his heart’s content.
“Yes, mesh’la? You sayin’ something?” His eyes looked up your body, glazed with lust, meeting your half-lidded ones.
“The food…is getting cold… ” You managed to gasp, his tongue working absolute magic on your clit, your body trembling, knowing you did not want him to stop under any circumstance.
Fives pulled away momentarily, his lips hovering right over where you wanted him most.
“We can stop…” he teased, gently brushing his tongue over your swollen nerve, your thighs spasming and clenching around his head.
“Don’t…you dare.” you gasped, gripping the sheets beneath you.
Fives buried his face into your core once more, fingers teasing at your entrance as he focused on your clit again.
You writhed, moaning and gasping as your muscles began to tighten in your belly and thighs, your release building.
Fives pushed his fingers in without resistance, finding that spot that made your mind spin.
Your orgasm hit quickly, Fives holding you down against his face as pleasure rocked your body, his name leaving your lips over and over, music to his ears.
“Mesh’la…Maker, you’re so beautiful when you cum.” Fives licked his lips as he sat up from between your legs, his goatee shiny with your juices.
He crawled back on top of you, kissing you deeply, your body boneless.
He slid his tongue with yours, giving you a taste of your tangy release.
Your passionate kiss was interrupted by a low growl in your lower belly.
You couldn’t help a loud laugh at the sound, Fives laughing as well into the crook of your neck, breaking the kiss.
“Maybe we should eat.” He chuckled, kissing the side of your jaw.
You reached down, grasping his rigid length, giving it a few lazy pumps.
He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed.
“We can stop?” You teased, mirroring his statement from before.
Fives smirked, kissing you again as you ran your fingertips over the velvety head of his cock, causing him to shudder and whine.
“Mmm, I can wait a little longer if you can.” He murmured, lining himself up with your entrance.
He easily slid inside, a choked sound leaving his lips as he bottomed out inside you.
“F-fuck…” he sighed, dropping his forehead to yours.
“You’re so warm…so soft” He ran one reverent hand up your torso, cupping the side of your face.
“I love you.”
You rolled your hips up, encouraging him to move, tangling your fingertips in his soft curls as your legs locked around his waist.
“I…ah…love you too…” You mewled as he pulled out and pressed back in, starting a slow pace, looking down into your eyes.
“You feel amazing…” He groaned. “So good for me.” Fives shifted his hips, changing the angle of his cock that was now driving into you without pause.
You cried out, tightening your grip in his locks, his thrusts hitting a spot that took the breath from your lungs with each snap of his hips.
“Fives…you feel so good, more, please…!”
He pressed a thumb to your aching clit, his other hand reaching to entangle with yours above your head.
He loved seeing you like this, totally fucked and blissed out, your face flushed, your louder and louder cries if his name as he brought you closer to release.
“Cum for me, I’m close too…cum with me mesh’la.” Fives gritted out, his head pressed to the side of yours, his low moans right in your ear.
“Fives, I’m - I’m so close I…”
The building pressure in your belly exploded, his thumb circling your swollen nub in tight circles as his own orgasm pulsed through him, his hips stuttering as he filled you. You swallowed one another’s cries as you kissed, tears pricking at the sides of your eyes at the intensity of your shared orgasms.
Fives gave one final thrust before slowly pulling out and collapsing beside you on your bed. Your chests heaving and sweat covering your bodies as the ecstasy slowly faded from your coupling.
He gently kissed your shoulder, murmuring something sweet you barely heard over your own labored breaths.
“Now…what did you say about noodles?” Fives traced his fingertips up your torso, lips still on your shoulder.
You giggled, turning toward him on the bed. You kissed his tattoo, his eyes reflecting nothing but pure adoration back at you.
“That’s the main course, but I’m hoping for a few more after…” you mused, tracing his toned chest with a finger. “Seconds, thirds, fourths…”
Fives had you pinned under him in an instant, chuckling in your ear. “You think your appetite can handle all that?” He nipped lightly at your earlobe, squeezing and feeling one of your breasts with his palm, your nipples hardening at the new jolt of arousal burning under your skin.
“Oh, I’m sure of it.”
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skywlker-sluvtt · 6 months
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𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕
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welcome to my first ever kinktober! its about to get nasty in here so get ready sluts. 16 days because i don't trust myself at all to do a whole 31. fics vary in length, honestly depends how motivated i was the day i wrote it. i really hope you guys enjoy, I'm very excited for it. thanks for all the support 💕
PSA: YALL WE MAKIN THIS KINKVEMBER ATP I WILL SERVE I PROMISE
kinktober taglist forum: right here
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1.10 anakin + somnophilia
3.10 luke + pegging
5.10 cody + thigh riding
7.10 anakin + phone sex/pillow fucking
9.10 hunter + breeding
11.10 obi wan + cockwarming
13.10 anakin + choking/praise
14.10 wolffe + primal play
16.10 fives + handcuffs/orgasm denial
18.10 luke + overstimulation/begging
21.10 anakin + sensory deprivation/wax play
23.10 rex + thigh job
25.10 anakin + edging/guided masturbation
27.10 anakin + toys/anal play
29.10 luke + spanking
31.10 anakin + sex tape/rough bj
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literallyjustanerd · 6 months
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Tease (Fives X Fem!Reader)
You're a student at Coruscant U. The boys of the 501st are guest speakers for a class on galactic politics. But one particular ARC trooper gets more than he bargains for when he starts checking you out...
My first time attempting anything close to smut, hope y'all enjoy! Lmk if it's good enough that you'd want a continuation ;) This also may be partially inspired by a dream i had oops
Words: 1.9k
Warnings: eye-fucking, teasing, showing off, making out, hints of both dom reader and dom Fives, suggestive ending
Rating: 18+ (minors DNI please)
Credit for the Fives divider to @freesia-writes with helmet art by @lornaka !
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You have to stifle a yawn as you settle into your desk, stretching out heavy limbs. Your last lecture after a long day of classes. Galactic Relations and Conflict wasn’t really relevant to your major- you’d picked the elective on a whim, but it had proven to be your most interesting class this semester by far. Today promised to be no different: your lecturer had pulled some strings and arranged for some pretty interesting guest speakers.
You hear them before you see them: boisterous laughter echoing down the hallways. Then, the boys in blue file through the door. The one in front corrals the others into order as they come to stand at attention at the back of the hall. Five in total- two ARC troopers, two lieutenants and their Commanding Officer. Armour proudly polished where it isn’t scuffed or dented, painted helmets slung under their arms. Two things hit you in quick succession as your eyes cross the five identical faces. One: these clones are nothing like the carbon copies you’ve seen on your holoscreen. As alike as they look under their haircuts and tattoos, they’re individuals, plain as day, from how they style themselves to the way they stand and speak. Two: one of them is looking your way.
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There’s a cool confidence in his demeanour, an effortless assurance to his movements, and he’s not at all embarrassed to be caught looking: though he’s still in conversation with the others, his eyes don’t waver from yours for a moment. It gives you ample time to take in the view, and what a view it is. The angle of his brow highlights the tattoo at his temple, and from there you follow the sharp cut of his jaw down to the well-kept goatee at his chin, up to the inviting curve of his mouth. Solid, square shoulders shift when he laughs at something another clone says. There’s a stray curl falling over his forehead you want to tangle in your fingers. You fight the urge to bite your lip as your eyes venture lower, sweeping down a broad, thick chest to his deliberately cocked hip. You force yourself to look away. Can’t be caught ogling the trooper, like the self-proclaimed “bucket fuckers” you see on your social media feed, lining up at 79s every weekend. You’re not that desperate. Subconsciously, though, you realise you’ve straightened in your seat, pulled your shoulders back. You’re even toying with your hair. 
You cringe internally, chastising yourself for looking so eager. Calm down, you think, it probably doesn’t even mean anything that he’s looking. The lecture isn’t due to start for another ten minutes, and among the smattering of early students, you’re the only one in the front row. He’s just getting a look at his audience. But when you chance another look up at the ARC trooper, you find his gaze still locked onto you, even as the clone beside him continues to speak. Cockiness is a trait you usually find irritating. But much to your dismay, instead of scoffing when he arches his brow and quirks his mouth in your direction, you feel your pulse quicken and your skin heat.
He winks, and your mind is made up in an instant, caution thrown to the wind. It’s been too long since you’ve taken a break from your studies and had this kind of fun. If he wants to play the game, you’ll play. And you’re not going down without a fight.
You bring your eyes back down to your desk and pretend to be deeply focused on laying out your datapad for taking notes. Hot as blaster fire, his gaze still burns on you, but you refuse to give in. You’re no stranger to this dance, and you’ve gotten pretty good at it, even if you do say so yourself. Your lecturer enters soon after and begins the talk, introducing your guests. You get your first taste of the ARC trooper’s deep, gravelly voice when he steps forward in turn, as well as his name. Fives. It loops in your mind as you wrap your lips around it, trying it out. As Captain Rex takes the podium, you make your first move. Slowly, deliberately, you cross one leg over the other, and lean your elbows on your desk, shoulders pulled proudly back. The stars must have aligned for you this morning: you’d picked one of your lower cut shirts, and it frames your cleavage perfectly. A few carefully counted seconds later, you tilt your head away from the podium back to Fives.
Oh, yeah. You’ve got him. 
He’s looking. He’s staring. His gaze has darkened, intensified. When his eyes roam down low and creep back up, you feel it like it’s his fingers on your skin. Your body warms under the stare, liquid heat pouring over you, pooling at the top of your thighs. Not wanting to seem too self-satisfied, you allow yourself a small, restrained smirk. A twitch of your eyebrow, just to gloat. Such a small gesture, but it lights a fire in Fives’ eyes. You’re enjoying the game, but you want to stretch it out, so you leave him hanging, and go back to listening to Captain Rex, your stylus working across your datapad, dutifully taking notes like you’d been paying attention the whole time.
You don’t let up on Fives, though. As his brothers each take their turn to answer questions from the cohort, you pull out every trick up your sleeve. Mussing your hair, adjusting your top. You swear you see his upper lip twitch into a growl when you shift your legs, gliding one foot up and down your calf. He has his arms folded now, the end of a thumb jammed into his mouth, chewing on the tip in a way that makes you hungry to replace that thumb with your lips. He makes no attempt to hide his want: he’s undressing you with his eyes, and you’re quickly getting drunk on the power. The killing blow comes when Fives has to wrench his attention from you long enough to take his turn at the stand. You can see him struggling to keep his focus on the rest of the lecture hall and away from you. At first, you feign innocence, letting up the act for a few short minutes, playing nice, giving him a reprieve. And in truth, it’s not hard to actually stop and listen to his words: he speaks with confidence, cracks a few corny but endearing jokes, and answers the audience’s questions with a thoughtfulness and insight that catches you off guard. Shit, you think, swallowing down the flutter in your chest, he might have the edge on you. 
But in the end, he will get no mercy from you. The third time he gives in and glances in your direction, he finds you with your stylus poised at the corner of your mouth. Your pulse throbbing, you grind your thighs together, making a show of it. Your tongue darts out for just a moment and, soft and delicate, you press the stylus past your lips, teasing the tip. The effect is instant. Fives chokes on his last word, stifling a groan that quickly turns into a string of coughs. His eyes are blown wide, his cheeks several shades darker as he tries to regain his composure and remember what he had been saying. 
You win.
You back off for the rest of the lecture, content to enjoy the feeling of his eyes on you and the playful glances you exchange from the moment he leaves the podium. He takes your little trick in stride, and even gives back what he gets, a sway in his hips as he walks back to rejoin the other clones, taking it slow to give you ample time to enjoy the view from behind. All too quickly, though, the talk ends, and so does your fun. You shoot Fives one last wink as he and his brothers leave the hall, and he fixes you with a cutting smile that’s equal parts charming and dangerous. You gather your things and leave with the other students, with full intention of returning to your apartment to take care of the ache between your legs alone. The memory of Fives’ gaze lingers on your skin, drawing an involuntary shudder. 
The train home is going to be torture.
But you don’t make it to the station. You don’t even make it off campus. You’re rounding the corner away from the lecture hall when you hear him. He clears his throat, and your nerves thrill when you turn to see Fives leaning heavy against the wall, one hand propped on the inviting curve of his hip. The pathway he stands in is seldom-used, small and quiet, and the shadows from the towering buildings throw his face into shadow. His voice is pitched low when he speaks, thick and sweet, dripping like syrup.
“Quite a show you just put on,” he purrs, and the words go straight to your cunt. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” You give him your answer, careful to keep your voice in check while the rest of you quivers with anticipation. Fives repeats it, the sound rolling heavily off his tongue.
“Thought this gig was going to be boring,” he muses, “you certainly proved me wrong. Thought it would only be polite to return the favour. Show my… appreciation?”
The curling grin on your face is all the answer he needs: a thick hand on your waist pulls you into the alleyway, cold brick at your back and hot breath on your neck. You’re trapped in an instant, bracketed by his arms on either side. His lips hover an agonising inch from your skin, sparks of honey-sweet electricity dancing along your shoulders and down your spine.
His body is still angled away from yours, yet the tiny, twitching roll of his hips draws an answering thrust from you all the same. The lack of friction tears a tiny groan of frustration from your throat before you can stop it, and Fives’ chest rumbles with his answering chuckle. The end of your rope dangles so close. It would be so easy to just give in and let him win. Your defences weaken further when the warmth against your throat sharpens, searing breath giving way to the scorching wet heat of his lips at the top of your jaw. The dizzying thrill of finally feeling him against you is what gives you the strength to regain control. A firm hand at his cheek shifts his mouth away from your ear and onto your lips, kissing him hard and merciless. He moans when your fingers dip low to scratch teasingly through his goatee, and the sound sets your every nerve singing symphonies. In an instant you know you’d do anything to hear that sound again, to feel the high of him melting under your touch. With dwindling patience you reach out, grabbing at the belt of his armour and trying to pull him flush against you. He resists, breaking your kiss just barely and tutting against your lips.
“No need to rush, mesh’la,” he taunts, settling a warm, gloved hand on the swell of your hip. He’s firm but gentle, coaxing you back into the wall with just enough pressure to tease you. You recognise the Mando’a, though you can’t quite place its meaning. You find you don’t much care- not when Fives is kneading at your waist and mouthing at your collarbone. 
“We’ve got plenty of time Besides…” With one fluid movement, he forces your legs apart, pressing one thick thigh between your own. It's your turn to moan, trying to shift your hips, though Fives' grip keeps you maddeningly still. ”You gave me a whole lot of grief back there. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”
You swallow thickly, the shifting column of your throat catching against Fives’ teeth and making you gasp. This one might be harder to win than you thought. A devilish grin slides onto your lips.
You still won’t go down without a fight.
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anxiouspineapple99 · 7 months
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Just a Touch of Your Love
Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader
Summary: Fives follows you to your dance class thinking you’re going on a date. Confessions of love and sweet sweet smut ensue!
Warnings: mutual pining, oral sex (m & f receiving), PiV, lots of sappy worshipping
Word Count: 3785
A/N: I’m going to convert you all into Fives girlies (GN) one day. This man is just 🥰🫠 i LOVE writing Fives.
Song reader is dancing to is:
Song smut was written to:
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>We will be back on Coruscant 1300 today. Meet us at 79s at 1700 - Fives
You stared at the unexpected message on your datapad and you couldn’t contain the giddy leg kicks you did off the edge of your bed. Fives was coming home!
You were just friends. At least, you tried to convince yourself of that fact over and over but your heart didn’t seem to listen or care. So tonight you were throwing caution to the wind, consequences be damned. You were telling him. At 79s. After you’d had enough drinks to knock out a bull bantha.
>Have an appointment. Will be done around 1730. See you at 79s after!
You glanced at the chrono and made your way to the door tossing your small bag over your shoulder. In an effort to keep your mind occupied while Fives was gone, you’d joined a dance class at a local studio. The workout helped keep the anxiety about his safety and the stress from work at bay. You also loved it being walking distance from your apartment and you usually enjoyed having the opportunity to ruminate in your thoughts before class started. However, today you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched the entire trek to the studio.
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“She says she’s busy and is going to be late.” Fives stared at your message on his datapad anxiously.
“So?” Hardcase absently answered as he laid in his bunk.
“What if she’s on a date?” Fives began to pace, mindlessly tapping the datapad against his thigh as he stroked his goatee.
“Which brings us back to…so? I thought you two were just friends.” Hardcase sat up, narrowing his eyes at his brother. He’d had suspicions that there was more there than Fives had wanted to admit.
“We…are. But any guy she’s with needs to meet my standards. I need to know she’s safe. Physically and emotionally.” Fives rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned against the parasteel wall of the barracks.
“Sure, brother. Whatever you have to tell yourself. So you’re going to follow her?” Hardcase cocked his eyebrow with a knowing grin.
“Yep,” Fives tossed the datapad down on his bunk and walked toward the door.
“Good luck. See you tonight at 79s!” Fives threw a hand up in a lazy wave as Hardcase called to him. However Hardcase had a feeling he wouldn’t be seeing his brother again until morning.
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Fives followed you from your apartment to the dance studio. He sighed in relief when he realized it wasn’t a date and then was overwhelmed with curiosity at your new hobby you’d kept hidden from him. He briefly considered waiting for you at your apartment but he was brimming with a need to see what you were doing. He followed a small group of spectators in, and immediately scanned the room for you. His keen eyes spotted you, front and center of the small group of dancers that were already performing.
He swelled with pride watching the way you owned the room with smooth and graceful steps and the incredibly sexy gyration of your hips (maker your ass looked good in those heels and booty shorts.) His eyes were drawn to your lips that were silently mouthing the words of the (admittedly somewhat suggestive song) you were dancing to. If only he could kiss you right then and there. He couldn’t help but think how glad he was he wasn’t watching you on a date and how desperately he wished you were his.
As the class wrapped up you heard the giddy twitters of your fellow dancers. You turned to see what the commotion was about and flushed deeply seeing him watching you from across the room. His forearm rested against the wall and he leaned into it. His legs were slightly crossed, the toe of his right boot resting on the dorsum of his left. His helmet may have been on still but you could feel his gaze on you, completely ignoring the gaggle of giggling girls that had surrounded him. You gave a shy wave and made your way over, bag slung over your shoulder.
“Hey…what are you doing here?” You whispered as you tugged your hair back into a ponytail.
“Watching you. Can’t believe you were holding out on me! Let’s get out of here,” through the modulation of his voice you could hear the lilt of joy you’d missed so much while he’d been gone. He plucked the bag from your hand and escorted you out the door, hand ghosting the small of your back sending your heart racing as you began the walk back to your apartment.
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“Why didn’t you tell me you’d taken up dance, mesh’la?”
“You always make fun of Hardcase’s dancing and I thought…”
“What? I make fun of Case because he can’t dance. He looks like an injured tauntaun. I wouldn’t make fun of you. You’re… graceful and lovely when you dance. I could watch you all day.” The earnest sincerity of his compliment sent your heart into a tailspin. You were certain that had he not been wearing that bucket you would have kissed him right then and there.
You paused, “But how did you find me? And why? You could have just waited for me at 79s.”
He removed his helmet and tucked it under his arm, “I’m an ARC trooper, babe. Reconnaissance is my specialty,” he winked at you. Your mouth pressed into a hard line as your eyes narrowed.
His bravado dropped as his shoulders turned in and he meekly continued. “Fine, You were so vague in your message and…well if you were on a date I wanted to make sure he wasn’t a sleemo. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”
You blinked, stunned speechless.
Fives clenched his jaw before a look of determination broke through, “Don’t you ever wonder why I always stay with you when we’re at 79s?”
You shrugged and kicked a pebble as you walked.
“Because I want to. I want to stay with you, not go home with some girl whose name I’ll forget by the time I sneak out of her apartment. I’d pick you a hundred, a thousand, no…a million times. No hesitation. I’d take on the entire CIS, GAR, and the chancellor himself just to keep you safe.”
“Oh. Well…what…what if….” You stared at your feet and picked at your nails.
“Yes, cyare?” His soft baritone offered comfort and safety.
“What if I want that? I want you?” You could barely squeak out the words, terrified you’d read the entire exchange wrong.
His nose crinkled briefly as he processed your statement, “You want…really? Me?”
His eyes lit up as you nodded your affirmation. He dropped your bag and closed the gap between you, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, hooking them under your bum and lifted you into a spin as his helmet clattered to the permacrete.
“Fives!” You yelped with giddy surprise, “what are you doing?”
“I saw it in a holofilm once and I wanted to try it,” a blush rose to his cheeks as he started to lower you back to the ground.
“No! Don’t put me down yet! I like it!” You pressed your forehead to his, unable to contain your beaming grin.
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The remainder of your walk back to your apartment was filled with giggles, gentle touches, and joy radiating from both of you so brightly it put the twin suns of Tatooine to shame.
“So I will get cleaned up and we can head to 79s, yeah?” You twittered as you punched in the code for your door. The door hissed open but before you could walk inside, Fives’ fingers circled your wrist and yanked you back toward him.
“Fives!” You shrieked as he swept you into his arms again, “I’m sweaty and gross! I need a shower!”
He grasped the back of your neck and pulled you in for the first kiss he needed more than air.
“Mmph..not gross,” he mumbled, his lips pressed to yours. “…mph…sexy,” he continued with sloppy enthusiasm. “…beautiful…ethereal…delicious…resplendent..a divine goddess I will worship for the rest of my life…” Every praise filled adjective was punctuated with those frantic and sloppy kisses to emphasize his earnestness. “If you insist though, I’m joining you. At this point I don’t think I can stand being apart from you, mesh’la.”
His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to access your soft neck. The two of you clumsily fumbled through your door, pulling armor and clothing off haphazardly as you refused to pull apart from the kisses you’d both only dreamt of before that moment.
The mess of lips and limbs stumbled into the ‘fresher. You blindly fumbled for the tap as Fives’ hand at the back of your head kept your lips pressed to his own. You sighed into him as his warm soft lips parted, his tongue seeking entrance to entangle itself with yours. He pressed you against the shower wall as the water hissed to life, his lips never staying in one place for long. Your sighs touched his ears like a melody, your body the instrument and his kisses the method of playing it. He reveled in the sanctity of your skin on his and even still you both shared a ravenous need to be closer.
“Turn around,” he whispered into your lips as he reached for the shampoo over your shoulder.
His strong deft fingers began massaging your scalp. Kisses were interspersed along your neck and shoulders as his hands weaved an intimate and soothing rhythm through your locks. You tilted your head back, chasing the sensation of his fingers moving through your hair, a sensual sigh escaping your lips. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple as one hand continued massaging and the other trailed down your throat and along your collarbone. His fingers traipsed lazily along your skin, slowly working your floral body gel into a lather, caressing, tickling, teasing. His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs flicking your sensitive nipples. His teeth grazed your neck before he sucked his mark into your shoulder. Your melodious sounds stoked his own flame of arousal to a raging wildfire, his own groans a harmony in the song of your love. Your nails dragged along his thighs needily as you pressed ever closer to him. Wordlessly he turned you to face him again, running soapy hands along every soft curve of your body with devotion.
You followed his lead, massaging shampoo into his scalp until suds ran down his neck. You paused to press open mouthed kisses to his pecs, circling your tongue around each of his nipples. He growled in response, grasping at your waist as his head lolled back in electric pleasure. Your fingers traced the v-line leading down to his erect penis. You grasped the shaft, pumping a few times before dropping to your knees and taking his tip in your mouth. You relaxed your jaw allowing him to reach the back of your throat. His velvety skin alone was delicious and you ached to taste his release. You slowly dragged your mouth along his length, your tongue flicking and pressing until you reached the tip. You swirled your tongue around it, your pussy clenched as you tasted the precum he leaked. You sank your mouth to the base once more and he bucked his hips moaning your name. You dug your fingers into the firm cheeks of his ass, encouraging him to fuck your mouth. Drool poured down your chin as he grasped your hair, thrusting wildly as he chased the pleasure your mouth provided. Your fingers tightened their grip as his thrusts became erratic, his release eminent. He braced himself against the shower wall as he created the peak. You swallowed everything he had to give. He pulled you back to your feet for another kiss, moaning as he tasted himself on your tongue.
As the warm water rained down from the shower head rinsing the last of the soap away, Fives’ eyes remained fixed on you, his gaze lustful and admiring at once. His fingers were velvety, memorizing every curve he’d only once admired from afar. He turned you to face away from him, trailing kisses from behind your ear down to your shoulder. His arms wrapped protectively around you. His touch was reverent and worshipful and his kisses had slowed to a purposeful momentum. Through it he revealed the burning desire he’d suppressed until this moment. His hands slowly investigated your body more while his lips danced about your shoulders and neck. His pace was almost agonizingly slow as his hands returned to your breasts, brushing his thumb across your nipple.
The wanton moan that escaped your lips made him chuckle, “Do you know how long I have dreamt of this? You’re even more exquisite than any fantasy I have ever imagined.”
You reached back and ran your hand across his cheek. He leaned into you, kissing your palm, not stopping until you moved your hand to grasp the back of his neck. The hand that had rested on your thigh hand made its way between your legs. His caress was no more than a tease, a delicate stroke back and forth that stoked the fire within you even more than you’d thought possible.
“F-Fives…I” you gasped as his featherlight ministrations continued while his other hand’s teasing of your nipple remained steady and relentless.
“Patience, mesh’la. Let’s move to your bed.”
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Fives wrapped you in a towel and carried you to your bed, laying you down as if you were made of glass. He immediately caged you in, his symphony of kisses whispering secret wordless promises. He pressed his leg against your aching core, groaning as he felt how wet you were for him.
He began pressing soft, open mouthed kisses down your neck. He journeyed along your clavicle, down your sternum to your breasts and then he paused, circling his tongue around your nipple pulling a gasp and then a filthy moan from you. Meanwhile his deft fingers drew wispy concentric circles around your other nipple.
“Fives, oh maker… that’s…you’re so good at that,” you whined barely coherent as he wound you up like a wind up toy.
He purred, catching your eye, his own amber eyes filled with lust and adoration.“Let’s see what else I’m good at.”
He maintained his pace, slow and deliberate as he moved his kisses down to your stomach. He wanted to taste every part of you. He ran a hand up between your breasts and across your collarbone, holding you down as he first ran his tongue and then his goatee over your ticklish hipbone. He made his way to your sensitive core, running his goatee lightly and slowly down your folds. He placed a hand on each thigh, holding your legs open as he licked a single strip along your sex.
“Oh stars, Fives!” You gasped, bucking your hips in pursuit of his tongue.
His remaining fiber of self control snapped. His hands gripped your hips, greedily pulling you closer to him. He pressed his tongue deep inside your pussy swirling and thrusting with a vigor that had you nearly screaming his name. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he heard the depraved sounds having his face pressed to your sex drew from you. His fingers returned to your thighs, holding your legs open so he didn’t miss a thing. You dug your fingers into your bed sheets as you panted his name like a prayer. He hummed savoring how you tasted. He’d imagined this moment countless times when alone in his bunk late at night but it didn’t hold a candle to the reality of the taste of your slick on his tongue.
“So good, mesh’la. You taste so good. Such a good girl letting me devour you.”
He gently inserted a finger inside you as he moved his tongue to your clit. He wrote his CT number, one five at a time, over and over again while his finger tenderly toyed with that perfect spot inside of you, first a stroke and then a swirl. That was when the coil he’d been winding up all evening snapped. You saw white as waves of pleasure washed over you. He only pulled back when he was certain you’d been fully satisfied. He trailed light kisses all the way up your body back to your ear.
“Lay down. It’s your turn,” you purred, looking up at him through fluttering lashes.
You nuzzled your nose into the junction where his neck met his shoulder, breathing soft words of praise he could barely hear. You took his earlobe in your teeth, grazing lightly, repeatedly encouraged by the groans resonating from his chest. You sat up taking a moment to admire his beautiful tan skin, playful eyes and the most genuine smile you’d ever known.
As your legs straddled his waist, he ran his hands softly along your curves, “Cyare. So beautiful. Mine.”
He leaned into your touch as you cupped his cheek. You began to rub your dripping wet pussy against his taught length. He whined and bucked his hips chasing your warmth. As the gyration of your hips continued teasing him, you pressed your chest to his. You dragged your nails across his scalp as your teeth made marks along his collarbone.
“Please, mesh’la. Need to be inside you,” he whimpered against your ministrations.
“Sir, yes sir,” you purred as you sheathed his throbbing cock within you, slowly moving down his shaft feeling every glorious vein as your walls pulsed around him. You traced the ‘five’ tattooed on his temple as you began to rock your hips. His groans were celestial and urged you on. His hands traveled to your hips and then to your ass where he squeezed firmly as you rode him slowly gliding up and down on his cock.
You ran your hands along his firm pectorals, tracing his nipples. Gradually you began to roll them between your thumbs and forefingers. He groaned, bucking his hips harder into you. You shifted your hips and leaned back slightly moaning as the new angle allowed you to reach that spot deep inside you once again, this time with his rock hard cock. His grip on your hips was bruising and you shuddered as you felt yourself approaching your own climax once again. He reached a hand up to tease your nipple once more. It was electric, pushing you closer to the edge. You threw your head back in response to the intoxicating sensation.
“Come with me Fives, can you do that for me?” You sounded desperate, and you certainly felt it.
“Kriff yes I can, cyare,” his thrusts into you were erratic as you both chased your second release.
“Inside me, Fives. I need you to fill me up.”
“Oh baby, I love you,” he gasped as you both crested the peak together riding out your synchronous waves of pleasure until you were both spent and nearly overstimulated.
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You collapsed onto his chest, out of breath. He ran his fingers through your hair as he softly rubbed your back and delicately placed light kisses along your forehead. Even as you felt him softening inside of you, you weren’t ready to move and lose the feeling of wholeness and connection you felt to him.
You nuzzled your cheek into his chest, “Did you…did you mean it?”
“Did I mean what?” He asked drowsily.
“You said you love me. Did you mean it or was it just…”
“Yes, mesh’la. Of course I mean it. I am out of my mind in love with you, have been for some time. But, you don’t have to say-”
“I love you too.”
He pressed a firm chaste kiss to your lips.
“Did you still want to hit 79s tonight?” You asked as you pulled back.
“Kriff that. This is way better than that dive,” he chuckled, his amber eyes sparkling in the dim light of your room.
Unfortunately, the beeping of his comlink beckoned him. He grumbled as he shifted beneath you, both of you cursing the emptiness you were left with when you finally rolled off him. He moved to the edge of your bed, awash in the glow of the ambient light. You crawled to him, unwilling to keep your hands off of him for any extended period of time. You pressed yourself to his back, wrapping your arms around his neck while kissing his temple as he answered the comlink.
“This is Fives.”
“Fiiiiivesss! Brother! Where the kriff are you?” A very inebriated voice crackled through the comm.
“Jesse! I told you he isn’t gonna come! Well…he probably came. But not here!” A second voice broke through the background accompanied by a cacophony of laughter and music.
“Tell Hardcase I heard that and we will have words about it tomorrow,” Fives reprimanded while giving you an apologetic smile. “And there’s been a change in plans for me. I won’t be there tonight. I’ll see you back on base tomorrow.”
You heard a few annoyed grumbles and a couple of congratulatory cheers before Fives closed the link.
“You sure you don’t want to meet up with them?” you nudged, an impish twinkle in your eyes.
Fives laughed and shook his head, “No.They’ll live. Here. Alone with you. That’s where I want to be. It’s where I’ve wanted to be for a long time. I’m not wasting it now.”
You squealed with delight as he grabbed you and swung you into his lap.
“Besides, cyar’ika. I was hoping you could perform that dance you were doing earlier today for me. Only for me.” His eyes were dark with desire as his hold on your waist tightened.
“I think I can do that. Should I wear the heels I had on too?” You crooned.
He threw his head back with a huge grin, “Oh maker yes please. But…only the heels. I want to see every inch of you, and then I’m going to make you scream my name again.” He leaned in to kiss your neck, “and again.” And then another kiss, this time to your temple, “and again. Everyone in this building is going to know my name tomorrow morning.” You melted under his touch, desperate to feel him inside you once more.
“Keep that up and I won’t get around to that dance,” you teased through a lascivious sigh.
He growled, “In that case…” he helped you to your feet and gave you a light swat to your behind. “You get those shoes, beautiful and I’ll start the song.”
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seriowan · 1 year
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between us (fives x gn!reader)
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summary: the one where fives and his cyare change their rhythm from rough to sweet and soft ♡
pairing: fives x gn!reader (no mention of pronouns)
warnings: (18+) hurt/comfort smut; use of safe word "red"
word count: 1.2k
a/n: remember folks, communication is key! INSPIRED BY THE LOVELY @captaingregorswife
radio: between us, alina baraz
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He drops his things in the doorway the moment he sees you sprawled on the bed like a homecoming gift. Fives’ mouth falls open before clamping shut, eyes darting up and down as he drinks in your figure — the nakedness of your body; the seduction in your eyes; that teasing little smile… 
   It pulls him in like a siren’s song. He’s dazed, dropping piece by piece of armor until he’s struggling to kick his boots off. His eyes never leave yours as you curl a finger, giggling when he shucks the black fabric of his body glove over his head. When it comes to his pants, you stop him with an arched brow, crawling to the edge of the bed to look up at his smirk. 
   “Hey, baby,” you purr, fingertips sliding past the waistband of his pants to slowly nudge them down. “Welcome home.” 
   He doesn’t speak at first. It’s nothing but a deep, satisfied hum from his chest, tongue flicking to wet his lips as he watches you pull the fabric over the plushness of his thighs and down his legs. He steps out of them and in an instant, pushes his fingers against your shoulder. You’re guided against the mattress, the bed dipping as he climbs over you. 
   “This is a nice surprise,” he murmurs quietly, dipping his head in the crook of your neck to breathe deeply. His nose caresses up your neck, down the shape of your jaw. His eyes are shut but they open the moment he pulls away to look at you, huffing a breath of disbelief. “You gonna make me wait any longer?” 
   “I wouldn’t dare.” 
   You open your legs, accepting the weight of his hips against yours with a groan. Fives’ hands are roaming, searching in between your hips until he finds what he seeks — the length of his stiffness, already swollen and waiting to be touched. He’s impatient, rushed hands gripping your hips to pull you farther down the mattress. 
   You’re holding his gaze when he slips it in, eyes widening at the fullness, the stretch. It drives a groan out of your lips and his, muffled by the kiss he claims. He gives it a moment, a brief second of adjustment, before he begins to buck his hips. Your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking against the tense muscles of his ass. 
   The bed creaks with each thrust. He’s love but he’s dominating, pushing and pulling with the intent to tear and rebuild. To break down and reform. Drunk gasps break between your mouths as they dance, tongues curling and spit dripping. It trickles down your chin as wild and untamed as his thrusts, which only pick up the pace when the faintest whimper of, “Fives,” manages to slip through your lips. 
   Shocks surge through your legs. Shaking fits cause you to tremble, his fingertips kneading into the skin of your hips as he thrust and grunts and tears his way through every wall that once held him back from touching you. 
   It’s a sudden shove that causes your eyes to water. Rather than pleasure, it brings the faintest wave of pain that makes you grimace. Fives doesn’t notice as he looks down, watching himself slip inside of you over and over with nothing but impatience and carnal intent. 
   Your hands slide up and over his shoulders, tears slipping out of the corner of your eyes as the pain bubbles. For a moment, all you can do is gasp until you can’t do anything but rasp, “F-Fives. R-red.”
   He pauses immediately, eyes wide as he looks at your face. When he notices the tears, he pulls himself out of you, one hand pressed against the mattress while the other cups the side of your face, tilting your chin upwards. You sniffle, reaching up to wipe the tears that slip when he shakes his head, doing it himself with the pad of his thumb. 
   “Mesh’la,” he breathes, pinching his brows together in an expression of guilt. “Was I too rough? Do you want to stop?” 
   “N-No,” you whimper, shaking your head. Cupping both sides of his face, you pull him down to press your foreheads together, your voice soft. “I just got you back… I don’t want to stop. Just… just go a bit softer, okay?” 
   “You sure?” He asks, bringing your hand up to kiss your palm. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” 
   “You could never,” you assure, gently dragging your leg along his. “Take your time, love. I’m not going anywhere.” 
   He pulls away to look at you. It isn’t just a glance or a brief graze of his eyes. It’s a long, long stare. The kind of look that brings everything to his eyes — his appreciation and his love. He nods and with a gentle touch, repositions his cock between your legs. With a gentle, easing thrust, he slides into you and it’s unlike anything you experienced before. The fullness comes gradually and his soft touch is like silk. Your body accepts him with ease as he fists the mattress on both sides of your head. 
   Before he can begin moving, he lowers his head and presses his lips against your ear. 
   “You’re my good little cyare, aren’t you?” 
   His thrust is slow — an aching, teasing grind in you, then out. 
   “Say it.” 
   You hardly find the strength to speak, uttering the smallest whisper of, “P-Please-” 
   His chuckle is low, vibrating through his chest and into yours. It sends goosebumps up your legs and down your spine, sweat dripping down your neck.
   Again, he moves. Slow and gentle. In, pressing his hips to yours, then out, all the way to his tip. 
   “Say it,” he demands, soft yet sturdy. 
   “I’ll b-be your good little cyare…” Your voice is a whimper that makes him smirk against your neck. He presses kiss after kiss, teasing the softest bite against your jugular to make you groan. 
   “Fucking perfect,” he grunts, driving his hips in and out, over and over again with the softness you ached for. The love you yearned for in his absence. 
   He’s fucking you with the gentleness of a praising lover, his hands clenching the sheets with white knuckles while his body writhes. Every muscle contracts and flexes, the plain of his back rippling like a river. He keeps his nose against your neck, sucking and licking and biting with restraint. Each smooth buck of his hips is met with a kiss to your jaw… your cheek… the faintest path left behind by the tears in the corner of your eyes. 
   When his lips meet your forehead, he goes still and you feel him tense within the comfort of your heat. His hips press to your waist, tight and needy yet safe. His breath is a shudder, shaky and blissed as he dips his head to catch your lips in a kiss — one that ends with a bite to your bottom lip. 
   “Say it again.” 
   A soft, gentle demand whispered against your mouth. 
   You look into his eyes and smile. 
   “I’ll always be your good little cyare,” you murmur, caressing his jaw with the pad of your fingertip. “And you’ll always be mine.” 
   He hums. “Yeah?” 
   You nod and he chuckles, shaking his head. 
   “Then let me show you how good your little cyare can be…”
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spicy-clones · 7 months
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Hey! Congrats on the success of your blog! We all love your work and appreciate you sharing it with us! For your request event, I would love to see Fives or Jesse, with the prompt of 'Passionate sex after a near death experience or handling a difficult/serious situation'. As for the setting, I'm thinking of a street/bar fight, in which the reader goes out and is confronted about her relationship with, and support in general of the clones. I feel like Rex would easily work for this prompt, but I know he'll probably get the most requests sooo🤷‍♀️
Hello there! ;D I went with Fives for this one, and combined it with @goblininawig's request for "laughing in the middle of sex". It just felt right. ;) So I hope you both enjoy!
Fives x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.2k NSFW - Minors DNI
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“I have to work in the morning,” you murmur against his lips, his goatee tickling your chin. 
“I know… It’s just… We’re shipping out tomorrow. For who knows how long. The sooner I go to sleep, the sooner that happens.”
You sigh as his mouth moves from yours to your neck, breathing his soft words against your skin before pressing a kiss against it. His hands are firm around your waist, and the hard sides of the table and booth are cramping your style as you’re tangled up with him, but it’s worth it just to be in his arms. Tomorrow will suck already – it’s way past your bedtime. Might as well enjoy what’s left of tonight, you reason. 
“I didn’t say we had to go to sleep,” you say suggestively, laughing quietly as he lifts his eyes to yours in surprise and delight.
“Oh really…” he smirks, toying with your hips. “Well in that case… lead the way!”
The cool night air is fresh against your skin, and there’s still a decent crowd of people outside the bar despite the late hour. Various groups mill about, hollering and laughing, talking and pushing. There’s a jovial atmosphere, one of recreation and relaxation, a safe place to let one’s guard down. You reach for Fives’ hand as the two of you walk toward your apartment, entwining fingers with one another in a hungry promise of what’s to come. You meander through a narrow alleyway, the neon signs lighting the path in a surreal purple glow.  
“Hey!!” an angry voice shouts behind you, startling you both into whirling around immediately. A tall, lanky man, Kiffar by the looks of him, is striding angrily in your direction, his eyes set darkly on you. Fives steps in front of you, hands out to the sides and at the ready. “Listen here, you little bucket kriffer,” the man continues, slurring his words with clear inebriation. “You’re screwing up everything with these ridiculous policies for the test tube rats!”
Indignation explodes in your chest as his incendiary words, and you start to push past Fives, who hisses a warning and keeps his sturdy self in front of you. “You’re an idiot!” you yell over his shoulder, taking a breath as you realize the danger you may be provoking would be not only for you, but for Fives as well. He doesn’t seem to care, though, chest broad and stance wide, facing the man with lowered brows. 
“You don’t know what you’re doing, little girl,” the man sneered, taking a swipe at you. His forearm is instantly in Fives’ strong grip, and a low growl meets his ears as fingers dig into his skin.
“Get out of here.”
“Ha!” the man squirms, spluttering in rage, “Don’t tell me what to do, clone.” He spit the name as if it were vile and repulsive, and you were starting to hope Fives would hit him. But the man suddenly laughed, looking past you to the alley behind. “Ah, now let’s see how cocky you are.”
Two more men appeared, expressions grim and eyes narrow, and you felt Fives stiffen in front of you as he released the man’s arm. He turns forward and back, assessing the options, considering not only himself but you. Then he moved into action. 
It was beautiful and terrible. For them, at least. As you closed the door of your apartment behind you, barely able to keep your hands off of him, you kept replaying the scene in your mind – the agility and strength as Fives somehow took on all three of them at once… and won. He’d gotten one solid blow to the face and one to the ribs, both of them hurting you to watch. But he’d swooped you out of there like a Mandalorian in shining armor, soothing your agitation and alarm the whole way home. By the time you reached your kitchen, you were flooded with desire and admiration. 
“You’re so kriffing hot,” you breathe against his lips, “I never doubted you for a second.” 
He hums, a mixture of mirth and challenge, flicking his tongue against yours before pulling away with a messy smack. “You seemed a little shaken up on the way home, love…” 
“Okay…” you confess, giving in immediately. “I’m embarrassed of how scared I was that you’d get hurt.” Your arms tighten around his waist, relishing his bulky frame and the heat it radiates as he holds you close. You expect him to laugh, to make a wisecrack about it or drop some “timeless wisdom”, as he calls it, but he looks at you seriously, with a depth in his amber eyes that touches you to the very core.
“Don’t you ever be embarrassed for loving me. For letting me take care of you. You know I would do anything to keep you safe.” His sudden earnestness is touching, inviting you to lean in to kiss the tip of his nose.
“That’s what I’m afraid of,” you say with a glimmer in your eye, chuckling at his rumbling laugh as he buries his face in yours again. Your hands rove across his armor plates, yearning to stroke the skin underneath, to feel his muscles tense as you move against him. 
“You know… you’re pretty brave yourself, taking such a strong stand for clone rights in the political arena…” Fives murmurs, raking his teeth across your earlobe and pressing a kiss to your pulse before continuing. “I think you deserve a little reward.” 
Your heart skips a beat at the huskiness in his voice, and you bite your lip in a thinly-veiled attempt to contain yourself. “I think that’s an excellent idea,” you purr, leaning against the side of his face and caressing the back of his head. 
His mouth moves hot across your neck, kissing and licking, sucking here and there and making you inhale sharply at the occasional nip. He licks a long stroke from your collarbone to your ear, and a soft moan falls from your lips, unbidden. But it’s all the encouragement he needs. Strong arms wrap around your thighs, effortlessly lifting you up while keeping you against him. Maker, he’s so sturdy, so graceful as he carries you to the bedroom, somehow still kissing you as he goes. 
“You ready for a treat, sweetheart?” he says playfully, dropping you a short distance onto the bed. It’s plush and cushy, and you land sprawled on your back, gazing up at him with heavy-lidded eyes full of hunger and admiration. 
“Kriff, yes,” you breathe, wildly turned on by his intoxicating authority, his perfect balance of confidence and consideration. He removes his armor plates, his eyes never leaving yours. When he stands back up, in just his blacks, your eyes rove across his gorgeous form. “You’re so damn sexy.”
“Mmm,” he chuckles, crawling on top of you and lowering himself tantalizingly against your chest. “That’s my good girl.” You writhe at his praise, clawing at his shirt in impatient attempts to get your hands on him. You slip your fingers beneath his base layer, grazing the hot skin beneath and relishing the muscles and bone that compose so perfect a specimen.
He sits up, taking the hint and pulling his shirt over his head, followed by his pants, leaving just his boxers for you to remove like a gift being unwrapped on Life Day. You bite your lip, too impatient for a slow, romantic undressing, and whip off your clothes at record speeds before relaxing before him, completely naked. 
“I’m all yours,” you purr, watching his chest puff up slightly at your words. “Have your way with me, trooper.” You smile, waggling your eyebrows at him as he places a firm hand on your thigh, leaning over your torso and bringing his lips within inches of yours.
“Oh, I plan to…”
His hands are everywhere, firm strokes setting wildfires across your limbs that stoke the fervent desire in your core. Kisses give way to suggestive bites and ticklish licks as he savors every inch of your skin that he can reach. The sensation of his muscles flexing as he holds himself above you, the sweet scent of his skin and sweat, the increasingly loud sounds he makes as he ravages you entirely… His heady passion is intoxicating, and you arch against him, aching for him to fill you up. You’re a wet mess already, sliding against his thigh and dragging a foot up the backside of his calf. 
“I want you inside of me,” you whisper, raking your fingers up his curved back. He stiffens slightly at your words, the tension building in him as well, and he lifts himself up a bit, gazing down at you with sultry confidence as he tuts his disapproval, shaking his head.
“You’re going to have to ask a little more nicely,” he says, and your jaw immediately drops in shock and delight. There’s something magnetic about his playful authority, the raw sex appeal that he exudes as he effortlessly teases you in the best way. 
“Oh really…” you start, voice snarky and strong. But then his mouth is on your breast, his length pressing against your entrance, and your words evaporate into thin air. “Ohhh, kriff,” you breathe. 
“Really,” he repeats, breath tickling your chest. “Unless you don’t really want it.” He sits up, sliding his cock against you again, across your clit, up and down. It sends waves of pleasure through you, and he squeezes your thighs with hands that bely his desire. You drop your head back, chin toward the sky and eyes tightly closed, cursing under your breath at how good he can make you feel. 
“Please,” you whisper, unable to hide the sheer lust you have for him. You’re not below begging, not when he’s sitting up between your legs, dragging his fingernails up the insides of your thighs as his hot length teases your opening. The focused expression on his sharp features and feral desire in his brown eyes is like a drug to you, and you know where it usually leads. 
“Look at you,” he says in playful condescension. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” He pushes into you a little bit, the stretch enveloping you in deep waves of pleasure. 
“You’re the worst,” you exhale, reaching for him but settling to hold your thighs as he pushes them toward your shoulders, sinking into you further. “And I kriffing love you.” He chuckles dryly in response, bottoming out with a groan that quickly replaces any mirth. He leans forward, still inside of you, and brings his lips close to your ear. 
“My love for you is thicker than those armor plates and deeper than a blast hole, baby.”
The humor breaks through your aroused intensity like the Kool-Aid man busting through a wall, and you can’t help but laugh, a genuine full giggle of delight. He pulls back, all the way out, and looks down at you with a flush creeping across his cheeks. 
“Heyyy,” he accuses, mock hurt painted across his face. But his own chuckle is already threatening to break through; you can see the sparkle in his eyes. “Okay, it was worth a try…” Your grin is wide as you pull him back down, burying your face in his neck and kissing it all the way up to his mouth. 
“How can you be so sexy and so ridiculous at the same time?” You cup his cheeks, gazing into his face with unadulterated affection. He grins, arching an eyebrow as he leans his hips against you again. 
“No idea,” he murmurs, one hand caressing the curves along your side. “But speaking of blast holes…”  You laugh again as he lowers his head to ravage your torso, dragging the flat of his tongue across a nipple while his hand cups the other breast. His hand grazes your mound, earning a blissful moan from you, and is soon followed by his cock, sinking into you as he grasps one of your wrists in each hand and presses them into the bed on either side of you. 
It’s a shocking roller coaster of humor and pleasure, familiarity and hunger. You love the absolute comfort you have with one another, allowing you to relax fully and enjoy every sensation of his incredible body. The light dusting of chest hair grazes your skin as he moves back and forth, muscular thighs pressed against your own. His breathing grows heavy as he thrusts faster and faster, tilting his hips to tease your clit with perfect friction. You’re fast approaching your own release, and it’s no secret when it comes crashing over you, bouncing blissfully as he slaps against you again and again. He rides out your climax, face clenched in tight control as he draws every last vestige of pleasure out of you, leaving you trembling and breathless beneath him. 
“But what about–” you begin, voice hoarse. He cuts you off with a finger on your lips and a kiss on your temple.
“I’ve got some ideas.”
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[Author's Note: I've searched way too deep through Tumblr and still can't find the recent photos I saw, one of which was a photo of Tem edited to look like Fives, and the other was a shot of Cody from TBB that was edited to be Fives... so if you can find either of em, feel free to tag me cause I wanted to share em here! haha]
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madameminor · 9 months
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What's in a Name? - Rex x f!reader (Fives x f!reader)
Summary: Rex is finally about to confess his feelings, only to catch you with Fives. But your tryst with Fives leaves him, well, hopeful.
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Tags/Warnings: 18+, minors no touchy. P in V sex, uh, minor jealousy? I'm not really sure what to warn about this one.
Notes: So, I had this fantasy, and couldn't shake it until I got it down on 'paper'. Is it entirely implausible and self-indulgent? Yes. But they aren't real anyway so LET ME HAVE MY FUN! Not tagging anyone other than my betas because it isn't part of my IMWTO series. Thanks betas! @kaminocasey @dumfanting
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Rex walks down the ship’s quiet durasteel halls, mind still reeling from his conversation.
“Thinking about your secretary again?” Cody’s jibe had interrupted his thoughts.
“N-no,” he lied. Of course he had been thinking about you. He was always thinking about you. He hurriedly took a bite to cover his guilt.
“Rex, you’ve got to talk to her,” Cody grinned over his finished plate in the officer’s mess. “This pining of yours is getting out of hand.”
Rex huffed, offended. “I am not pining.” 
“Then what would you call it?”
“..........” He couldn’t keep eye contact, instead taking a final bite of his food.
Cody laughed again. “Go on, Captain, go talk to her. Now. Before I do it for you.”
Rex glared up at him. “You wouldn’t.”
Cody’s grin widened “Want to try me, vod?”
With that threat, Rex had practically thrown his dishes at Cody, hurrying out towards your room before he could change his mind.
He stops outside of your room and takes a deep breath, knocking firmly on your door. No response. He looks around him before knocking again, a little harder. Still nothing. He starts to sweat a bit, hearing Cody’s threat again.
“Go on, Captain, go talk to her. Now. Before I do it for you.”
Standing out here waiting for you would do him no favors - if anyone walked by, he’d feel stupid just standing there. He didn’t want to com you in case you thought you were in trouble. Maybe he could just - wait inside. You were sure to come back eventually. He’d been in your room before, he was sure you wouldn’t mind.
He enters in his override code and steps in.
He looks around your room, trying to think of the best place to situate himself. Probably… probably just at your desk. That would be fine. His heart starts to race, now that he was actually here, now that he didn’t have anything to do. He was losing his nerve, but Cody’s threat…
“…Before I do it for you.”
He takes a deep breath and heads into your bathroom, using the sink to splash cold water on his face. ‘Get a grip, Rex old boy, c’mon, you’ve got this-’.
He hears your door slide open and his gut clenches, preparing him for battle, preparing him to speak up and tell you how he-
“Heh, at least wait until I close the door, mesh’la.”
“Oh shutup and touch me, Fives.”
He hears Fives chuckle, the closing door, the sound of two bodies hitting bed.
Oh, fuck.
Were you two- did you bring Fives here to-
Fives’ voice pulls him back into his nightmare. “Bio-sheaths?”
Your voice is breathy, needy. “Top drawer.”
Rex pinches his nose, closing his eyes against the crippling jolt of forlorn realization. You and Fives. He feels his heart shatter into a million pieces, leaving a burning shame behind. He was so stupid. You had brought Fives back to your room, and were totally about to sleep with him. The millions of pieces shatter into a million more as the self-loathing races through him
 Of course you’re with Fives. Of course. He always sees you two talking and laughing together. He should have known, should have put two and two together. He was such a di’kut. Fives was smooth enough, probably had no problem talking to you, telling you how he felt… and didn’t think to tell Rex due to his role as your supervisor…
He hears Fives grunt, followed by a chuckle. “Damn, mesh’la, you’re hungry for it. Need my cock that bad?”
DAMN this hurts. Rex closes his eyes again, trying not to hear your answer- 
“Yes, Fives, please…”
This is worse than hell. Maybe he should just reveal himself quickly, before it gets too far - 
Two simultaneous groans cut off that train of thought, the sound of Fives sliding in your slick making him sick to his stomach. Shit. He leans his head on the wall, gritting his teeth. Well at least it seems like it will be quick.
The steady rhythm of Fives claiming you seems to surround him.
“Kriff sakes, Fives, yes,” you moan, sending more pain through his chest. Just grit and bare it, they aren’t trying to hurt you, they’re just into each other, she just picked someone else.
Fives is panting, but there’s still a smile in his voice. “Think you’re forgetting something, mesh’la.”
You groan in protest. “Fives...please don’t make me, it's so embarrassing…”
A chuckle. “But you get so TIGHT when you say his name. C’mon, I know you like it, you know I like that you like it - go on, say it.”
“...Rex.”
Rex stiffens so quickly he almost drops his helmet. WHAT. did you just say?
“Rex… Rex…” you whimper, as clear as a bell. The billions of shattered pieces start tentatively flowing back together.
Fives groans. “Kriff, mesh’la, they way you squeeze me when you say that. Is this what you want him to do to you?”
Your moan - its sounds so needy. “Yes, yes, yes. Please, Captain, please don’t stop.”
He can’t be hearing this. There must be something wrong with his perception of reality because there is absolutely no way that in any universe this would be happening. You’re sleeping with one of his troopers and wishing it was him?
“That’s right baby - NNN - fuck i’m getting close, but I’ll hold on as long as I-” A pause. Rex almost stops breathing. What the kriff is happening?
“Hah, your throat, huh? You want him to hold you by the throat like this? Squeeze a little?”
You gasp, like something is lightly squeezing your windpipe, sending heat straight to his cock. You want him like THAT. You want him to FUCK you, to take you like you belong to him-
Fives’ breath is getting short. “Kriff, this is so hot, say his name again while I play with your pretty little clit. Get ready to cum for me, mesh’la.”
A crescendo of mounting moans spill from your throat. He can feel them ringing in his head, making him harder, almost bursting with how much he wants you-
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming Rex please don’t stop, please don’t stop. Fuck I want you to fill me up, PLEASE.”
KRIFF he wants that too.
“That’s right, baby, let go for me. FUCK.”
Rex hears Fives’ hips stutter, hears him groan his release, while your strangled cry announces yours. His reformed, hopeful heart is beating so loud he’s afraid you’ll both hear it in the sated silence that follows.
The sinful sound of Fives pulling out of you. He hears a bio-sheath removed, tied, tossed. That's right, you’d used protection. That boded well. 
Panting, followed by a body on a bed. 
He can hear Fives’ grin in his voice. “Better?”
You sigh in relief. “Yes.”
“You could just tell him.”
“Fives…” Its clear you’ve had this discussion before.
“What? Not that I’m unhappy with our hookups, mesh’la, but I think you’d be much happier if you just shoot your shot.”
“And have him reject me in front of the whole GAR, then have to see him every day? No thank you.”
“What makes you so sure that's what will happen?”
A frustrated sigh this time. “He doesn’t… there are things guys do when they want your attention. He doesn’t do any of those things.”
“Sure, maybe nat-borns do. We’re different, mesh’la. I think you give him a chance, he might surprise you.”
Rex was never giving Fives fresher duty again.
Well, not for awhile anyway.
“They do tell me I’m full of surprises.”
Rex finds himself leaning in the bathroom doorway, looking over to where you and Fives lay on your single bed.
You squeak, pulling covers over your nudity like he hadn’t just heard you fucking his vod. “Captain!”
Fives chuckles, still in full kit. So he’s fucked you with his armor on - that boded even better. “Was wondering who that was back there.”
You sputter in your shock, glaring at your bed fellow. “You knew someone was in my room, and you didn’t tell me???”
Fives grins sheepishly. “I mean, it was kind of exciting-” 
His wrist com beeps. He glances at it before hopping up. “Welp, duty calls. Pretty sure that's the best timed com I’ve ever had.” He heads to the door with a cheeky grin and a wave over his shoulder. “Have fun!”
“FIVES! You kriffing dickhead-” 
The door closes behind him, leaving you alone with Rex.
He lets the silence drag on, just watching you squirm under his gaze. He smirks inwardly.
“You… um… you heard… everything?”
He smirks outwardly. 
You groan. “I’m SO sorry sir, I know thats so unprofessional, and I never wanted you to hear anything like that, I promise, I wouldn’t let it keep me from doing my job, and I - 
Rex’s wrist com beeps, stopping you mid-babble. Without taking his eyes off of you, he answers it.
“Captain Rex here.”
“Rex, the generals are checking in, you’re needed on the bridge.” It’s Cody. “I’m about to com your secretary, unless you’re-”
“No need, she’s here with me,” he says, indicating your clothes with his chin. You scurry to get up and start to dress, face drawn, refusing to look at him- even as he’s still watching you. “We’ll be there shortly.”
“Did you talk to her?”
“About to.”
“Uh huh.”
You finish right as he ends the conversation, standing at attention, not meeting his eyes.
“Duty calls.”
You nod, still embarrassed, staring at the floor.
He walks to you, gently grasping you around your throat so you’re looking up at him. Your eyes round, widen, confused… 
He kisses you slowly, softly, taking his time to feel your lips melt against his, to swallow your answering moan. He pulls back to revel in your heated surprise. 
“We’ll continue this… ‘conversation’ later, mesh’la,” he whispers, “and I’ll show you what it's like to really scream my name, for me.”
He feels you shiver in his grasp, the desire in your eyes shooting straight to his cock. 
“Y-Yes, sir. Whatever you say.”
"That's my good girl."
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arcsimper5 · 9 months
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So... I've seen a few Bad Batch headcanons about how they'd react to their SO safewording during a session but I haven't seen many of the 501st guys (I'm probs just looking in the wrong places but, yeah), so I wanted to write some for Fives, because he is my fave and he deserved better.
NSFW, female reader. Established relationship Light bondage Use of safe words Aftercare
Please be gentle as this is my first HC post! Feedback is welcome!
Read more under the cut.
Fives is filthy in the best way. He's always up for trying anything once, if it'll make you happy. Seeing you reaching orgasm is one of the hottest things ever for him, and anything he can do for you to make that better is a plus in his book.
His favourite things with you are definitely having you tied up and playing with you, teasing you until you're falling apart beneath him, nipple play (this man's mouth is literal heaven) and eating you out until you beg for his cock.
The safe word in your sessions is 'Citadel'.
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It had been a rough day for both of you. Between the mounting bureaucracy you were facing in your job within the Senate Towers and Five's most recent deployment to another round of line holding on enemy lines, the moment he had walked into your apartment, fresh back from leave, you could practically feel the tension radiating off of him.
Words failed you both, the dinner you'd cooked long forgotten before it had had a chance to cool as he's grabbed you, pulling you flush against him and kissing you as if his life depended on it.
Dragging you into the bedroom, he'd stripped you quickly, mouthing over every inch of skin he could reach.
"You like that, mesh'la?" he cooed as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking hard. "I've missed you." Deft fingers found the other, rolling the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling lightly.
The smirk on his lips as he effortlessly coaxed whimpers and moans from you would have been almost aggravating, had it not been for the knowledge of what was coming next.
"F-Fives," you gasped, his teeth grazing your nipple before he lathed his tongue over the swollen nub, arching against him.
"I love it when you're so desperate for me, cyare," he teased, letting his hand drift from your chest downwards, tracing your stomach muscles, humming in satisfaction at the way they tensed and fluttered under his touch. "How much have you missed me?"
"S-So much," you gasped, whining with need as his fingers brushed through the thick curls between your legs, barely teasing at the top of your slit.
"P-Please, please, Fives, oh, f-fuck," you begged, arching against him again as he chuckled lowly, his arousal growing by the second.
"My cyare," he cooed, his mouth moving back up to your neck, littering the skin with kisses and nips, tongue swiping over your pulse point, "begging for me already. Hmm... I dreamed about coming home to you like this, so desperate for me, so ready..."
You barely held in a squeal as he lifted you up easily, the plastoid of his armour hard and cold against your skin as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Wasting no time, careful as he placed you on the bed, he immediately nodded up at the headboard.
"Get yourself ready for me, love," he ordered, almost breathless at the very thought, "while I get this armour off."
"Yes, Sir," you all but whimpered, holding back a smirk of your own at the way Fives moaned, hands trembling against his armour.
Doing as he'd told you, you moved up towards the headboard, reaching behind the edges of the mattress and pulling out the cuffed restraints that you'd placed there months ago.
Before Fives, you'd never been much into bondage or being tied up, but there was something about the way he looked at you, something about the feeling of being completely at his mercy, bound and vulnerable to his touches that set your very core on fire.
Slipping your hands into the cuffs and laying back, you let out a whimper of disappointment when Fives began crawling up the bed towards you, naked as the day he was decanted, a predatory look written over his features.
"What's wrong, mesh'la?" he purred as he moved to straddle your waist, noting your apparent upset, "Not liking what you see?"
He dipped his mouth back to your stomach, trailing his lips and tongue up your body while his hands found your restraints, tightening them to where you were secure but not uncomfortable.
"N-No, Sir," you replied as respectfully as you could, your thighs twitching as they rubbed together, the slick between your legs warm and wanting, "I... I only hoped to see you get out of y-your armour. W-Wanted to watch."
Fives looked up at you with another salacious grin, flicking his tongue across one nipple as he held your gaze, chuckling when you moaned and threw your head back against the pillows, relishing the feel of his mouth on you.
"I can always put it back on," he teased, barely holding in a laugh when your eyes went wide, your appearance closer to that of a bobblehead as you shook your head.
"N-No! Please, Sir," you replied quickly, licking your lips at the hungry look he was fixing you with, "this is, perfect, I... I n-need you..."
Fives hummed again as he finally reached your mouth with his, lavishing you with soft kisses until you were a whimpering mess underneath him, your hips rolling and bucking, self control barely there at the feel of him.
"Someone's desperate," he mused aloud, raising an eyebrow at your whimpering. Brushing his lips over yours, he chuckled lowly once more, taking pity on you and crashing your mouths together.
Any reply was lost to the sweeping motion of Five's tongue against yours, the desperation in the action almost palpable.
With another soft chuckle, he pulled away, littering yet more soft kisses down your chest and over the soft swell of your breasts, drinking down the moans you let out at his gentle touch.
"M-Missed you so, so much, Sir," you managed, gritting your teeth and arching against him, wanting, needing to feel more, "missed your, your tongue on me, m-missed your cock..."
Fives let out a growl at your words, his entire chest vibrating with the sound.
"My little whore is so demanding tonight," he cooed, nipping at the soft flesh of your breast, one hand trailing down between your legs as he shifted further and further towards your core, practically salivating at the prospect of tasting you again, "tell me what you want me to do to you, my love... Tell me what you need."
You bucked against him, desperate for more contact, for his hands to finally touch your clit, to spread you, to fuck you.
"N-Need your fi-fingers inside me," you gasped, the need lacing your words sending another thrill of arousal straight to Five's cock as he continued kissing down your stomach, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh, teasing. "A-And your t-tongue on my, my clit, f-fuck, Fives!"
The ARC grinned against your stomach, leaving more tiny marks on the soft skin as he nipped and sucked, finally able to smell your arousal, his cock twitching in anticipation.
"You want to cum on my tongue or my fingers first, mesh'la?" he asked, voice husky with want, eyes dancing over your already sweat sheened body. Admiring the way your chest rose and fell quickly, the way your muscles tensed at the very thought of the pleasure to come, he was almost losing himself.
"T-Tongue, Sir," you croaked, voice almost broken with lust, tears forming in your eyes. You needed friction so badly, it was almost painful, "n-need your mouth on me, p-please."
Fives groaned again, taking a deep breath to steady himself, his fingers clenching against your thigh as he fought the urge to simply drop the act, to give you exactly what you wanted.
But no. He'd been waiting for this for so many nights, to come home and play out the scene you'd always talked about. He'd dreamed of this, of you, tied up and begging to be pushed to orgasm until you passed out.
"Beg for it," he breathed , settling himself between your legs, strong hands lifting your legs onto his shoulders. Your thighs were slick with arousal, the smell of you enticing, so sweet and familiar. "Beg for me."
"F-Fives!" Your voice was little more than a whimper now, your entire being trembling with need. "T-Touch me, Sir, p-please, I, I need your tongue, on my, my clit. It, it's aching for you, for your mouth..."
"And did you touch yourself while I was away, cyare?" Fives smirked as you shook your head, barely holding in a groan.
"N-No, I, I did what you, what you said," you promised, almost breathless, "I... I watched the, the video of us, and, and I..."
You paused, taking a deep breath. The scene was so much more intense than you'd been expecting, your need for Fives surpassing all expectation. It truly felt that the moment he touched you, you might implode, the spark of his tongue enough to ignite the raging inferno within you, that you might just cum from a single touch.
"Shh, there's a good girl," Fives praised gently, allowing a tiny piece of him to slip through, enough to keep you grounded. "You've done so well. I think it's only fair that you're rewarded..."
Before you could even open your mouth to reply, his fingers and mouth moved at the same time.
His index and middle fingers spread you open to him while his lips suckled on your clit, tongue dancing over the swollen bud with featherlight touches.
You were right; it was enough to send you over the edge immediately, your entire body clenching at once as the tingling pleasure washed over you, every nerve singing with delight.
Fives chuckle was intoxicating, his mouth immediately back on you, teasing at your clit again as his other hand moved to your entrance, one finger teasing the slick opening.
"You almost came just from me teasing you, huh cyar'ika?" he murmured against your skin, eyes dancing with delight when you nodding, bucking your hips against him, silently begging for more. "I love seeing you like this... mine... completely at my mercy."
The sensation of his tongue against your still twitching clit was overwhelming, almost enough for you to beg for mercy until his finger slid inside you, the sensation enough to ground you once again, allowing your pleasure to build anew.
"Mmm... So wet for me, cyare," Fives sighed, pumping his finger in and out a few times before adding another, the mewling moan you released into the sex drenched air of the room intoxicating, "all of this, all for me."
With another swipe of his tongue, he silenced any reply you might have made, your mind devoid of anything except the feeling of his mouth on your clit and his fingers slipping in and out of your body, his presence the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment.
"F-Fives!" you squealed, another wave of pleasure fast approaching, this one even more intense than the last.
"That's in, cyare," he breathed into your wet heat, "let go for me."
Within moments, you were cumming on his fingers, your second orgasm sending your vision white for a moment, the intensity catching you off guard.
Five's tongue did not stop, the overstimulation bordering painful now as he continued to lap at you, suckling and kissing and moving against you in ways that would have normally felt wonderful.
But this time, it hurt, your muscles tensing as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your body, that sensual smirk still on his face.
Suddenly, your chest tightened, panic replacing pleasure, the feel of him too much. You wanted him to stop, you needed him to stop, his tongue like sandpaper against your aching clit.
"C-Cit, cita," you tried, Fives suckling your bud again, misunderstanding.
"Yes, cyare?" he cooed, pulling away as he began to sense the change, how your muscles tightened, the tears gathering in your eyes. "Mesh'la?"
"C-Citadel."
It was barely a breath, but Fives reacted instantly, faster than you could comprehend. He seemed to be everywhere all at once, his fingers removed from you with a slow and gentle movement, his hands moving to the cuffs and undoing them, your arms falling to your sides.
By the time you'd regained some sense of self, you were laid in Five's lap, his arms wrapped around you, soft words whispered into your ear as he held you close.
"I'm so sorry, cyare, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push too far, I..."
Turning to face him, you offered a soft smile, brushing your lips over his to silence his apologies.
He hesitated at first, holding back, simply allowing you to kiss him until you swept your tongue across his bottom lip, his instinct taking over.
Within moments, he was meeting your tongue with his, your kisses turning long and languid, bodies relaxing into each other's.
"I'm still sorry," he murmured after a few moments, eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours, guilt seeping through every cell of his being. "I should have been paying more attention, I..."
"I asked for this," you reminded him gently, running one hand across his cheek, immediately cupping his face and pecking him on the lips. "I thought I could take it... I guess I... I underestimated your skills, yet again."
The guilt and worry in Five's eyes finally started to lift, replaced by the usual, mischievous glint you'd come to adore so much.
"Well, I'll take that as a compliment," he winked, laughing when you rolled your eyes and kissed his nose, grinning up at him in return.
"It's meant to be," you clarified, sighing deeply, snuggling further into his hold. "I... I'm sorry I had to call it... I could just feel..."
It was Five's turn to silence you with a kiss, your apology muted by the sweep of his lips across yours, his expression as close to serious as you'd ever seen on him when you finally pulled apart, your eyes fluttering open.
"Never, ever apologise for that," he urged gently, one hand moving to lace together with yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. "It's what it's there for. I... I never want to hurt you, cyare. If I hadn't have stopped... I'm glad you said it. I'm glad we did. I only ever want you to feel good... to feel... loved."
"I do," you reassured him, gazing up at him with absolute adoration. "and I have really missed you."
"I missed you too, cyare, more than I can explain." His smile turned watery as tears sprung to his eyes, emotions overwhelming him. "I..."
He hesitated, looking away, almost ashamed. "I know," you reassured him, tone as gentle as you could manage, his eyes fluttering up to meet yours in an instant, the hope in them undeniable. "I love you too."
No more words were needed as your lips met once again, mouths moving together until your jaws ached.
Without hesitation, Fives shuffled down under the covers, the warmth of your body against his soothing him into the deepest sleep he'd had for a long time, happy and safe in the knowledge you would be there when he awoke.
"Goodnight, cyare," he yawned, planting one last soft kiss on your cheek before he pulled you against him, cradling you against the night.
"G'night, my love."
(And then they lived happily ever after and Tup lived and Fives lived and the Chancellor fell off of his big tall chair in the senate one day and died oh what a shame).
So... hope y'all enjoyed that :)
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SW nsfw headcannon: Fives and Echo would absolutely wreck your shit together
Echo and Fives are like the Yin and Yang of the bedroom.
Echo is soft, caring, tender, loving. He will ensure that you're getting as much pleasure as possible, even when you're doing the act of giving. And no giving act goes unnoticed - go down on him, and he'll go down on you for twice as long.
Fives is passionate, eager, bold, forward. As giving as Echo is, Fives will make you work for your meal, whether that's being dicked down, or just receiving kisses. He's not cruel, though, as you'll be rolling your eyes back from his words alone.
Echo will be taking his sweet time going down on you, all whilst Fives is nibbling hickey after hickey across your body.
Yin and Yang, I'm tellin' ya!
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ariadnes-red-thread · 2 years
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Bad Habits
Summary: You can try to break your bad habits all you want but somehow you always end up here, with Fives.
Pairing: Fives x AFAB!Reader
Warnings/Tags: 18+ *MINORS DNI*, This is pretty much just pure smut (PiV, oral, face-fucking, fingering), Soft dom!Fives, Dom/Sub dynamics, Mention of safeword, Language, Drinking/Alcohol use, Toxic dynamics/Controlling behavior, Fluff ending, Brief appearence by Crosshair
Word Count: 5000
A/N: “Bad Habits” by Ed Sheeran has lodged itself in my brain and it won’t leave. So, like Fives, I’ve decided to make my problems into everyone else’s problems. 
Almost no actual song references. Just a smutty lil piece about being addicted to another human. Also, I h/c that Fives likes control. It helps him push back against the fear and the feeling that the rest of the galaxy views him as just a number. Likes, comments, reblogs and feedback are always so appreciated!
Ao3
My bad habits lead to you...
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It’s late and you’re buzzing. You’ve had a few drinks, sure, but it’s not just the alcohol. It’s a combination of everything that has your heart racing and a feeling of possibility tingling just beneath the surface of your skin. There’s the neon lights, the thud of the bass, the din of the crowd gathered at 79’s tonight, and, most intriguing of all, the company of the handsome, mysterious man who has just settled into the bar-seat next to you.
“Crosshair.” 
The striking man smirks at you as he throws back a shot of sticky, brown liquor. You watch as he swallows it without flinching. His eyes quickly flick back to you, returning your hungry look as they drift over your figure. You’re leaning against the bar and wrapped in a low-cut black dress with a hem that sits just below the swell of your rear. You look fantastic and you know it.
“Nice to meet you, Crosshair.” You tilt your body towards him, arching your back just a little as you say his name. His attention falls to your cleavage, as you intend.
“The pleasure is mine,” He assures you.
His silky voice licks at your ear and you wonder what else that tongue can do. Crosshair’s eyes travel back up to meet yours and they’re nothing but deadly. This man wants to eat you alive and you just might let him.
“Excuse me, ma’am.”
You internally groan at the voice over your shoulder. Even in a sea of clones, you know who it is without turning around.
“Yes, Fives?” You lock eyes with Crosshair’s deep brown ones, hoping that maybe Fives will take a hint and fuck off.
“The Captain is lookin’ for you.” 
“Rex is looking for me? Right now?” The disbelief in your voice is palpable.
“Yep. Says it’s urgent.”
You know he’s lying. You know it. Even as the civilian medic for the 501st, there’s no convincible reason that Rex could need you right now. Not to mention that, when you left the Torrent Company’s table to strike out on your own with the explicit purpose of talking to anyone but Fives, Rex had his face buried in the tits of that beautiful bounty hunter he’s seeing. So, all of that to say that you know for a fact that Rex isn’t looking for you. You know that what you should do is tell Fives to go to hell and bother someone else. But you can’t resist the bait. You never can.
You turn to Fives. He sees his moment and captures it. He clasps your upper arm in a gloved grip before he tugs at you and leads you towards the door. You don’t even have time to say a word to your new friend. You throw an apologetic look over your shoulder at Crosshair, hoping it’s sorry enough that he might wait for you to shake off this pest of an ARC trooper and come back to the bar. His glare at your companion is murderous and you have no doubt that, if Crosshair had a weapon, Fives would be a dead man.
With his typical disregard for danger, Fives doesn’t even glance back as he leads you out of the club. He takes you just around the corner to the alleyway. Using his wide, armor-clad form, he backs you into the durasteel wall and cages you there. He presses his gloves against the building, one hand on either side of your head. He stares at you like he has something to say but, even as you wait a beat, no words come. You’re impatient. The night is cool and the durasteel that you’re leaning against is icy on your spine. Your thoughts are still with the attractive man at the bar. This isn’t a game you want to play tonight.
“Funny I don’t see Rex around here.” You cross your arms, trying your best to appear stern. “What do you want, Fives?”
Either he doesn’t hear you or he ignores the question. He’s frowning over your shoulder like he’s suddenly unable to meet your eyes. 
“Him? Really?”
He’s pouting, you realize. You hate to admit it but it’s a cute look on him. You and Fives do this dance every time you’re planetside. You’ve been regularly sleeping together for a few months now. The first time was an accident. The two of you had ended up closing down the bar together and, as the poor, besieged bartender kicked you both out into the slowly brightening dawn, you launched yourselves together and practically tore each other apart in this very alleyway. Now, your nights out all ended the same way, entangled in Fives as you both heaved heavy, blissed out breaths. Recently, you realized you were falling for the man and that wouldn’t do. So you started to look elsewhere, desperate to break your bad habit before it broke you.
Still, you always ended up here.
“What’s wrong with my new friend, Crosshair?” You say, the taunt in your voice intentional.
Even though he’s still not looking at you, you feel yourself leaning into his wide frame already. Hells, it’s like he’s magnetized.
“Dunno,” Fives shrugs, finally dropping his stare back down to meet yours. Your breath hitches as his amber eyes lock onto you. “I guess nothing if scrawny and sulking is your type.”
You scoff, his wild assessment of Crosshair giving you reprieve from his spell. 
“I don’t see any better offers.” You raise an eyebrow at Fives.
“I’ve got one.” His hands fall to your low waist. He tugs, pulling himself closer to you as he tilts your lower half up into him. “You look beautiful tonight, ya know?”
“We can’t keep doing this, Fives.”  You sigh but, the more he speaks, the more you find yourself entranced by his full lips. The sudden increase in closeness sends ripples of electricity pulsing through your body, betraying you in its anticipation.
“That’s not a no…” His response is cheeky and hopeful. He grips your hip a little tighter, making small circles in the fabric of your dress with his thumb.
“I…” 
Every time, you swear it’s the last. You tell yourself you’ll go home with someone new. You think maybe you’ll meet someone who will take you to dinner and ask you out in the light of day. But, despite your best efforts, somehow your nights always go like this, staring up at Fives and finding yourself pulled in once again. 
He can see it too. Fives is an exceptional recon scout and he knows how to read you like a holomap. He always has. It’s part of what makes this so addictive. What makes him so addictive.
“Let me take care of you, mesh’la.” He leans in closer.
“Fives,” you whisper as his lips ghost over yours.
You try to think of another reason to protest but your mind is empty and your throat has gone dry. Suddenly, old habits feel easy and you can’t remember why you wanted to break them to begin with. You can see how his breath hitches in his throat. He’s waiting for permission. He’s waiting on you.
Your permission comes in the form of a slight lunge forward into his lips as you give in to your desire. As soon as you make your decision, he meets you there. Your arms wrap their way around his neck and one hand gently tugs at his close-cropped curls. His teeth nip at your lower lip, begging entrance. You surrender to him, like you always do. You’re already breathless as his tongue intertwines with yours. Your dress rides up as Fives presses himself against you, his knee finding its way between your legs. The pressure against your most sensitive area makes you grind into him before you even realize what you’re doing. His mouth travels down your neck, leaving wet, hot marks along your sensitive skin. Fives finds your ear, heavy breath bating against you as he whispers.
“I’m going to make you feel so much better than he ever could. I promise.”
You moan. You know it’s true. That’s how you always end up here.
A few more hushed words and hurried kisses later, you and Fives do that intertwined, stumbling dance back to your place. It’s one that you choreographed together and then performed time and time again. He knows the code to your apartment, which he types in with one hand while the other is wrapped all the way around your back, weaving through the openings in your dress so that the tips of his fingers are brushing against the sensitive skin under your breast.
As you tumble forward through your apartment and into your bedroom, the mood switches. He pulls himself off of you. Fives circles, shutting the blast door behind you both and closing out the world. It’s only the two of you now. Though you feel empty without his warm skin pressed to yours, you don’t follow after him. Instead, you stand still, knowing what comes next. He sits himself at the edge of the foot of the bed, elbows resting on his knees. His glinting eyes meet yours.
“Safeword?” He checks in like he always does.
“Tatooine.” You respond without hesitation.
“Good girl.” Fives bits his lower lip as he leans back onto his palms. “Undress for me.” 
You reach for the zipper along the side of the dress. You clasp the cool metal of the pull tab between your fingertips and peel the teeth apart one by one. The fabric falls off of your form, caressing your skin before it piles on the floor around your ankles. Fives is a man under a spell. His jaw hangs just a bit as he watches. Then, suddenly, it snaps shut. He’s realized something.
“No underwear? In that dress?” His voice is torn between a groan and a whine. “Fuck mesh’la. You’re trying to kill me.”
“It wasn’t for you.” 
It’s true. The panty lines were ruining the look of the dress so you had decided to take the risk and forego them for the night. Although it was for the sake of the outfit, you say it just like that to bait him. A flash of anger crosses his face. 
“I should have taken you right at the bar.” Fives snaps. “Show that sniper exactly who you belong to.”
It’s your turn to bite your lip, the thought sending a shudder of pleasure down your spine.
“Oh you like that, don’t you?” He knows what desire looks like on you.
“Yes,” you admit. The idea of Fives taking you anywhere he wants has you panting before him and you feel your cunt clench at the pooling emptiness, hungry and ready for attention.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He’s grinning at you. “Touch yourself. Play with your nipples.”
You bring a hand up to your breast and his smile fades in an instant. He watches under hooded eyelids as you begin to roll and tweak one nipple and then the other. Desire roils your blood and you let out a small moan at your own teasing. His jaw is taut as he watches you.
“Who are you thinking about?” Fives’ tone is back to being calm and even. Only the low rumble behind his voice lets you know how close he is to shattering this facade.
“You, sir.” It’s true. You can’t wait for him to get his hands on you.
“That’s right, mesh’la. Come ‘ere.”
You make your way to him, doing your best not to rush. He spreads his legs so you can stand in between his muscular thighs.
“Take my armor off.”
Fives reaches up, dragging his gloved fingertips across your bare skin until he reaches your shoulders. He flattens his palms against you and gently applies pressure. Under his restrained touch, you sink to your knees between his legs before you begin to reach for his armor. You know the latches by heart. Piece by piece, you strip him and carefully pile the armor beside you on the floor. This isn’t hurried. You treasure this armor. It keeps him safe and brings him back to you, even if this is all you can get of him. You push the thought away, trying to focus on the toned, handsome man being revealed before you. It works. As you remove his codpiece, his hard length appears as a tent in his bodysuit. Your mouth waters and you swallow at the sight. You reach to stroke him through the fabric.
“No, no.” Fives captures your wrist, quickly twisting your joint so he can pin your hand to the bedsheets. The motion catches you by surprise but it doesn’t hurt. “Did I say you could touch me yet?”
You whine. Now that you’ve seen a teasing promise of his cock, the steady, diligent worker you were moments ago has disappeared. You want to feel him and this is taking entirely too long. Desire courses through you, sending sparks to your core. You need heat, you need friction, you need Fives. He can see the defiance flailing in your eyes as you get ready to object to his pace. Keeping your wrist pinned, Fives lifts his free hand to your face. He runs a single knuckle along your jaw.
“Patience, cyar’ika. Keep working on my armor.” Fives orders before he releases your hand.
You still want to protest but you don’t dare. The brattier you are, the longer it will be before you get what you need. So you turn dutifully back to your job. Fives looms over you as you peel off his shin plates. You can see him from the corner of your eye, watching you like a sparring partner. His expression is dark and his eyes have bloomed black in the center. He raises a hand to your breasts. They are swinging heavy from your chest as you work. One finger traces along your areola, making the skin pearl as he draws small circles in your sensitive skin. He mirrors your movements from earlier, tweaking and twisting at your nipple.  Each touch sends more flutters of heat to flood your core. Your fingers start to tremble and you begin to fumble at latches that you could undo blindfolded. He turns his attention to your other breast, pinching that nipple just a bit harder, searching for the line where pain and pleasure blur. You gasp at his ministrations, keening into him, and Fives smiles a knowing smile, one that says he found what he was looking for. 
Despite the distractions, you finish stripping the armor from his legs and then turn your attention to his shirt and his gloves, leaving him in only his lower body glove. You start to reach for the waist but your eyes meet his and he gives you a stern look. You drop your hands to your knees and you wait, never taking your eyes off of his. Fives’ eyes are dancing slivers of amber surrounding inky black orbs. No matter how far you get into the scene, they never lose their mirth. You see desire burning in them as well. He’s teasing himself as much as he’s teasing you. Finally, Fives cracks and pulls himself from the fabric, revealing his long, thick member. He strokes himself, pressing his fingertips along the rigid vein that runs under his shaft, as he stares down at you. He teases the swollen head and smears the bead of precum that has formed on the end. You lick your lips as you watch him. He cracks a smile at that.
“You want to touch me?” 
“Yes, sir.” You nod, your eyes locked on his hard cock.
“Good girl.” Fives rasps. “Go ahead.”
He leans back again. It’s your turn to take the lead and you're going to savor every moment of it. You start at his neck, dragging your fingertips downward. You run your nails across his skin, trailing them across his stomach with just enough pressure to leave the lightest of darkened lines. There will be plenty of time to leave lasting marks later. This is just to tease him. You may be subordinate in the scene but you know you still have the power to turn him to putty.  
Finally, you reach his groin.  As you trail your hands along his inner thighs, you lower your open mouth to his cock. You feel him tense as you place his weeping tip on your tongue. You savor the salty, slightly tangy taste as you start tracing careful circles around his tip, teasing him. He gasps and you savor that too. He runs his fingers along your hair, wrapping his grip in your locks. You lick a long line on the underside of his member, drawing along the vein. He shudders as you finally take him fully in your mouth. You jerk on his cock as you suck, one hand twisting at his base while you hollow out your cheeks and your tongue glides around his shaft. 
“My good girl.” He repeats, his voice rumbling now. His grip on your hair becomes tight. 
You relax your jaw and take him further, gagging yourself just a bit so you can swallow him. Your fingers dance their way to his balls, scraping across his sensitive skin. You pull more moans from him while you squeeze and tug his heavy sacs. Without warning, he pulls his cock from your mouth.
“I’m going to fuck your face.“ He says and it’s not a request. He’s leaning down to lock eyes with you now. “What’s our signal if it’s too much?”
You place your hands on his legs before you tap three times on his left thigh with two fingers.
“And if you’re okay?”
You take two fingers and tap twice on his right thigh. Fives smiles at you, proud and hungry, before his look goes dark.
“Open up.” He takes two fingers and taps on your cheek, an unspoken reminder of his check-in signal.
His cock slides back into your mouth. There’s a moment where the world is still and then that stillness is shattered. He thrusts into you without mercy, groaning and sighing. You relax your jaw as best you can but his pace is unrelenting. Tears start to form in your eyes. His other hand wraps around your neck as he pumps himself into your mouth. The pressure is gentle, just enough so he can feel his cock expanding your throat. He removes his hand for a second to tap twice on your cheek. You tap twice on his right thigh. He trusts you and so he returns his hand to your throat as he begins thrusting harder. His cock sinks deeper into your throat, blocking your airway and pulling choking sounds from your stunted breaths. The tears are spilling from your eyes now and spit dribbles down your chin. His rapid grunts let you know he’s close. You’re ready for him, begging him to spill down your throat, needing him to become undone.
Instead, he stops his thrusting, tugging you off of him. His chest is heaving as he lifts you to your feet. Without warning, his hand is between your legs. Fives gathers up the slick that has dripped down your thigh with his fingers before he runs a single fingertip along your slit. He thrusts the one finger inside you. You let out a small gasp at the unexpected and almost unbearably pleasant intrusion. You twist on his single finger, needing more. He’s ready to give it.
“My turn.” He pulls his hand from between your legs and brings it to your lips.
You open your mouth and clean his fingers, the taste of both of you mixing on your tongue. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and kisses you hard before his next order.
“On the bed. Hands and knees.”
You follow his directions, presenting for him. You hear him groan and mutter under his breath at the view. Your heart races in anticipation.
Smack-smack.
He lays a hand on one cheek and then the other. He repeats it until your soft skin is darkened and you are thrusting your hips back at him, aching for him to touch your center. 
Finally, you feel his hot breath glazing over your skin. You sigh and he hums happily in response, dropping his mask in the moment of excitement. His tongue meets your lower lips, dancing in long lines against your opening. He gently traces your cunt, pulling sighs from you. Teasing you. He continues his slow and steady path, alternating gentle, pointed licks with lavish sucking, first on one lip and then the other. You whimper. Still, he takes his time, savoring your taste as if your desperation makes it even sweeter. The word he’s waiting for finally slips from your mouth.
“Please.”
“Please, what princess?” You can hear the smirk that you know he’s wearing.
“Please, sir. I need more.” You whine.
Fives chuckles.
“How can I say no to you?”
He flattens his tongue against your slit and begins to lick in a frenzy, sending heat curling up your spine. His tongue travels from your clit to your frenulum and then back again, his facial hair an added sensation as it prickles your skin. He delves into your cunt. His tongue pressing against your inner walls. Your chest falls to the bed, pushing your hips back against him as you keen at his overwhelming attention. He pulls another moan from you, though it’s half-stifled by the sheets you’ve buried your face in. Two fingers find your clit as he begins to thrust his tongue into you. He’s already got you writhing with his teasing and, before long, he works you right to the edge. Without hesitation, he sends you toppling over it, shaking and crying out.
You clamp down as you cum, thrusting back into him. He meets you hungrily, drinking up everything you give him. Your hips slump as you come down. He feels you start to relax. You move away from him just slightly, creating the smallest bit of space between the two of you.
“No,” Fives orders and reaches a hand up to your stomach, holding you in place and pulling you back into him again with his firm grip. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He flips you on to your back, angling himself above you, and pushing your legs up into your stomach. With a devious wink, Fives dives right back into your cunt. You cry out, still sensitive from your last orgasm. You writhe under his relentlessness but he holds you tight. His tongue finds your swollen mound as a single finger enters you. His fiery eyes are locked on yours now as he thrusts it in and out of you. You’re whimpering from the relief of finally having him inside you. He adds another finger, working you up again. He sucks your clit into his mouth, teasing it slowly and steadily. It’s a sharp contrast from the force with which he stretches you with his hand but he knows you. He knows how to work you up without overstimulation. And he also knows you can take more. He adds a third finger. The stretch is almost painful, especially in your state, but Fives fucks you through it, opening you and curving his fingers so they find that spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll back. Your world goes white as he pulls another orgasm from you.
He lets you relax this time. Your limbs fall numb to the mattress like they belong to someone else. He climbs off of the bed so he can strip his lower half. You watch him through foggy eyes, admiring his broad, handsome form in your moment of bliss. He climbs back into bed next to you, laying into your side. His touch is gentle as he brings a palm to your cheek. The curtain falls for a moment and you glimpse Fives, the man you’re falling for. The sweet desire in his eyes is unlike the joking impish glint that usually lives there. You know that most don’t get to see it and you feel lucky to have a glimpse, even for a second. It’s addicting, these moments.
“You ready?” He asks, checking in with you again, as he draws his thumb across your lower lip. You can tell that, beneath the practiced patience, he’s teetering on that precipice of passion.
You nod, sucking his thumb into your mouth, wanting to throw him over that edge.
“My good girl.” He growls. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
And he does. He guides you back to your hands and knees. His member slots against your entrance as you brace yourself on your forearms. In the next moment, he sinks to the hilt, his cock reaching your deepest center. You keen back into him with a moan that borders on a cry. He pulls back before he sinks in again. Repeating the motion, he thrusts into you over and over, his cock dragging along your walls as his balls bounced off the back of your thighs. He’s grunting as he thrusts, muttering more to himself than you.
“Fuck yeah, mesh’la. You feel like fucking heaven. Osik, this is my pussy. Mine.”
Fives wraps an arm around your front, pulling you up to his chest so he can thrust up into you. His cock reaches new depths. His other hand snakes down to your center, where he starts to draw circles around your clit. You’re babbling as he rolls his hips home again and again. The angle of his hips and the friction on your most sensitive area sends you over the edge for a third time. It shocks the both of you. He slows his hips as you clamp down again. 
As you come down from your high, Fives pulls from you. You should be tired but you want more. You’ll always want more of him. You whine at the emptiness. His lips meet your neck in a small gesture or reassurance. He brings you back down to the bed, twisting you onto your back. He settles his weight onto his left forearm, which lays next to your head and cages you with his chest. His right hand reaches down and clasps your knee, pulling it up to his hip so he can still reach the depths of you.
You both moan in unison as he slides home again. His hips send waves of pleasure into you as he starts thrusting again. His lips find yours as he hungrily kisses you. His head then falls to your neck. He’s leaving marks now and you know you should yell at him before he leaves one you can’t hide with your jumpsuit but you can’t bring yourself to care. You want to be his, bad habit or not. 
“Give me one more.” Fives is beginning to stutter his hips. His words come through gritted teeth as he holds himself back, demanding one more peak from you before he lets himself tumble over the edge. “Cum for me, my good girl.”
Your whines become high pitched sobs. Your head is still spinning from the other orgasms but somehow, he reaches down between your bodies to find your swollen clit. With rapid circles, he coaxes come more out of you. Your walls convulse around him as you scream out his name. Fives thrusts for a final time, finishing deep within you.
You both collapse on the bed, his weight falling onto yours. After a beat, he quickly rolls off of you, pulling his softening cock from you and guiding you around so that he can hold you, face to face and pressed to his chest. There’s a moment where your heart flutters and you think about pushing away but you’re too exhausted to protest. Instead, you tuck your nose into his neck and let him stroke your hair until both of your breathing slows.
When it finally does, Fives slips from the bed for a moment. You hear the sink run in your fresher. When he comes back, Fives has a damp towel with him. He sponges your lower half as he lays gentle kisses on your skin. You’re sore in the best way, wriggling just a little under his touch. You’ll definitely feel him tomorrow. Tomorrow. The thought makes you frown. That’s why you didn’t want to do this. So you wouldn’t have to miss him tomorrow. That’s why this is a bad habit that you need to break. Nausea sets in.
Fives, unaware of the struggle waging inside you, tosses the used towel to the side before he climbs back into bed. He pulls your sheet around you both. He wraps his arms around you and molds himself to your form. His heat, which you craved so desperately only minutes ago, suddenly feels suffocating.
“Should you be going?” You pull yourself away from him. No need to get comfortable in arms you can’t stay in.
Fives isn’t having any of it though. He gathers you back into his chest.
“No drills in the morning. Rex canceled everything until the afternoon.” He mumbles into your shoulder as he presses his lips to your skin. Then, he pauses for a moment before he adds, “Let’s go get breakfast at Dex’s.”
“Sure,” You snort.
“I mean it, cyar’ika.” He separates from you just enough for you to be able to see his face. You peer at his features, expecting to see some of his spritely humor. You expect to find the punchline. Instead, he wears only an earnest smile. “Let me take you out.”
“You’re serious?” You’re still skeptical but you feel yourself melting into him.
“Aren’t I always?” He winks before he plants a kiss on your forehead.
As you fall asleep in Fives’ arms, you’re smiling. You never could kick your bad habits but maybe they were leading you to where you were supposed to be.
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Eight Shades of Blue and the Touch of Orange
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Rating: 18+ Minory do NOT read
Pairing: 501st x fem!reader x Cody
Wordcount: 12k
Warnings: Holy shit, I have no excuse. Smut, porn with plot and feelings, anything your heart desires, piv, oral, anal, 69, shower sex, softness, first sex, voyeurism, NO interaction between clones!
A/N: OP 2022/04/22
Summary: One kiss led to another - and eventually to much more. You've always wanted to know what they hide under their armors - they are more than willing to show you.
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What was that damn number again?
Another beep as you insert the access code to your apartment with trembling fingers, wrong for the second time.
“Hey, you don’t have to do this, if you are unsure about it.” A warm hand lays upon yours, easing your trepidation. Rex stands next to you, giving you a reassuring smile. You look up to him, reciprocating his smile, yet yours more…nervous.
“I…I know. I am sure… I want to,” you answer him, before glancing over your shoulder.
There they are! Eight more men, neatly lined up in the hallway, waiting for you to cross that invisible line and ready to follow you, not only into your apartment but also into sensual pleasure.
Seeing them like this has something calming. The gentle touch of Rex beside you even more….
When you enter the access code for the third time, your door springs open.
You've been contemplating this arrangement the whole way back from 79's…. Ever since Cody's eyes locked on you and you got your head around what he had asked you for. You’d just nodded silently but he’d required words. You had told him that you would indeed still be able to tell them apart if they…. huh.. Oh Maker! Just the thought of them going down on you, sends the butterflies wild in your tummy. But is it what you really want?
Now they are here in your apartment, your realm. You watch them as they look around, getting to know you better by the way you live. Another step towards something that was emerging tonight, from casual friendship to... something different, something… more profound. It wasn’t just kisses…
Even this morning you would have thought it impossible that even one of them would ever visit your apartment. Now you have them all.
Back when you met it was nothing more than a boozy night at 79's. It became several. You hit it off with each other ever since, shared drinks and laughter, turned the few hours between deployments into happy moments.You had been very careful not to let them see how entranced you were with them for fear of distressing them or compromising your friendship. You wouldn't have guessed they just did the same.
“Make yourself comfortable” you suggest.
You watch your boys in blue undress.They put every piece of their armors on top of the other in the same succession, some more neatly some more messy. By the time they finish, all of them stand before you in their tight black underclothes. Still completely covered, but the stretchy fabric doesn’t hide the shape of their muscles any more. They look so soft. You want to touch them, caress them... you don't want them to have just another competition.
“I don’t want to place the second bet,” you finally utter.
All eyes on you again, but this time regret was evident on nine faces, and the assurance that whatever you want, they'll be okay with it. Suddenly your mouth is dry, your heart pounding like mad. You know what you want to say, and yet you have difficulty finding the right words.
Just when Cody is about to say something, you speak on: “ I want to see you… touch you… feel you. And I want you to do the same to me. Each of you in your own special way…
I want you to make love to me.”
At first your voice is low, barely audible, too embarrassed to voice your desires, but it grows stronger with every word you speak. As you say the last sentence, your eyes are fixed on Rex, your cheeks prickling with heat. You aren’t able to breathe or look away from him, and neither is he. He slowly closes the distance between the two of you.
“Anything you want, my love.”
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"Did you mean what you said to me? Just before you kissed me?" You have to ask, even if you already know, or rather feel the answer deep inside your guts.
"Every word I said," his voice soft, saturated with sincerity.
"Then make your dreams come true," you coo, barely more than whisper, “...and mine.” As you lock eyes with him, your warm breath is deliberately fanning across his face.
There is this moment of silence, heavy with unspoken words of endearment- as if only the two of you would be left in your crowded apartment. One more look into your pleading eyes is all it takes for him to gently clasp your waist and pull you close to him as his body moves to melt against you. His dexterous fingers tug at a strap of your dress, pulling it down ever so gently and over your shoulder, repeating the motion with the other. The thin fabric slowly slides down, still spread out over your chest, your hardened buds protruding through the thin fabric. His mouth waters at the sight…A little push, and your dress drops silently to the ground and pools around your ankles. Just another, and your soaked panty joins the pile of obtrusive clothes. Rex slowly crouches down, his gaze never leaving you, as he’s helping you out of your shoes and setting them aside.The way you look at him and nervously chew on your lower lip has his mind drifting.
Rex can still remember how good it had felt pulling you close and having you lean against him.Your soft body against the rigid armor, giving him hope that life can offer him more than pain and suffering after all. He wants more of that feeling. More of you. He needs to take care of you. As he rises again, unfolding to his full size, he hears you catch your breath and a soft chuckle leaves his lips. But as soon as you press your palms up against his chest, he goes silent. “I want to look at you,” Rex hears you say, watching you wondrous and baffled as you strip off his under armor suit.
The dim light of your apartment reflects on his contours and enhances the beauty of the clone in front you even more. You’ve never dared to dream to see him like this, yet here he is. Smiling silently to yourself, you slowly move your hands along the curve of his sturdy chest, following the lines of his muscles. You gingerly trace the outline of a huge scar with your fingers and let them linger there for a moment, his heartbeat evident beneath your fingertips, before gently sliding further up. His muscles subtly flex under your touch. Suddenly something in that situation makes you feel impossibly small, the focus of his attention, the wanton gazes from his watching brothers almost overwhelming. So while his hands settle on your hips once more and gently squeezing your naked flesh, you take a step forward, nestling against him and let him lead you to devotion.
“Mine,” Rex whispers, looking down at your body, his bare erection pressing against the soft flesh of your belly.
And all of a sudden he’s crowding you backwards, gently pushing you over to the edge of your couch on which Jesse is sitting. You tumble and fall backwards onto the seating surface, caught off guard - how can he be so calm and devotive in one second and in the next you can feel his heat and desire. You see him lowering himself in front of you, his knees making a soft noise as he drops to the floor. The hungry expression in his eyes, killing any surprised comment you might have given. Captain Rex - on his knees. Just for you!
A confident smirk on his lips, Rex lets himself indulge in the sight of you as you’re lolling your head backwards, melting into the softness of the cushions. You close your eyes when he cups your calves and his palms meet your warm skin. He finds himself wishing to get lost in your warmth as his fingers slowly travel further up, drawing patterns on the outsides of your thighs. With every inch he’s coming closer to the object of his desire, your quiet sighs getting louder and louder. He brings his hands back down and around your thighs, his thumbs curling just above your knees. With gentle pressure he spreads your legs… Your breath hitches audibly, but all he can concentrate on is the moist glimmer of your arousal, your sweet sex blooming for him… Kriff, you look beautiful like this!
He squeezes his hands at your thighs and slowly opens you up wider, subtly coming closer. But instead of giving in to his desire just yet, he brushes along your glistening folds with his nose, so featherlight, breathing you in. For a moment he indulges your scent, dreaming of what is about to come. He's taking in the way your hips rock forward, urging him to give you something to feel… Yes, you want him, just as he wants you… And eventually he leans in, his tongue creeping out, tenderly fluttering over your puffy nub. Rex growls low in his throat, his eyes flutter shut as he, finally, tastes you like he has wanted for so long.
"R-Rexxx…" you breathe his name, and he has never heard something as beautiful as this.
Almost desperately, your arms thrust out and your fingers grasp for his short hair, your nails scratching his scalp. Stars! If this is heaven, he'd be willing to die. Having you lay in front of him, his face buried between your legs… he's learning you this way: your heat, your taste, the sweet sounds of your pleasure - the breaths and gasps falling from your lips. His weeping cock twitching at the sheer lasciviousness. He's swirling his tongue around your swollen clit in achingly slow circles, feeling your arousal oozing out of you and moistening his lips. He wants to drown in you. Maybe you'll give him some more… Slowly he’s sheathing two of his fingers deep inside your heat.
Your walls clamp around his fingers and Rex loses himself in the thought, how you'd feel around his cock. But not this time. Almost absentmindedly, he pulls out, his fingers coated with your lucent pleasure and then pushes them back in again, time and again, slow and steady, until your moans getting louder and your hips arching up, tracing his touch. He needs you to cum like he needs air to breathe. His lips envelop your clit, and ever so gently and yet relentless all the same, he sucks your first orgasm of the night out of you… feeling you squeeze his fingers, the trembles in your thighs… suddenly all Rex wants is to join your culminating high.
With his free hand he starts languidly stroking his throbbing length in rhythm with his fingers inside you. Dragging you through your orgasm and bringing himself to the edge. His movements getting faster and rougher, his desire to make you his is growing with every stroke. He starts telling you how much he thinks about you every time he’s gone on missions, how he’ll always come back to you just to see you smile once more, even if you would have never found out about his feelings. And without prior warning he comes with a ragged gasp. His hot seed splattering on your belly, painting you with his colors and dripping down your opened legs.
Perception slowly returns and Rex bends forward as he regains his senses, slowly licking his release from you. With every stroke from his tongue he’s hoping you realize that you own everything from him, and maybe… he puts his lips on the delicate skin close beside your folds. He’s sucking, another hickey, admiring his work when he eventually lets go of you and slowly rises, the blatant longing behind his words on his face.
“Mine,” he says once again.
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Your eyes are closed, Rex words still lingering on your mind, as you feel the tender touch of calloused fingertips on your collarbone. They draw small circles, slowly coming up and tracing the curve of your neck, dipping in the soft hollow beneath your ear and then along your jawline. A warm hand suddenly grabs your chin and turns your face sidewards. You feel strained breath on your face, the tip of a nose brushes yours. When you open your eyes you see Jesse’s amber eyes watching you closely.
“Kriff, you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispers. “I’d die to feel you on my own.”
“You don’t have to, Jesse my love.”
You shuffle to turn towards him, but he places his hands on your waist, pulling you onto his lap without hesitation, and grins at your surprised squeak. It’s such a soft smile, and you place your hand on his cheek - he melts into your touch. With your index finger you follow the lines of his tattoo, from his cheekbone to the crown of his head, and by the way he fights against the urge to close his eyes, you can tell he’s enjoying your gentle caress. Eventually you lean down, your lips melt against his in a gentle kiss. Jesse makes a low noise in the back of his throat, that you can feel vibrate against your lips. And just like the first time he kissed you, his teeth grace your bottom lip and you part them for him, letting him slip inside, to devour you once more.
When you pull away, his chest rises and falls with exhilarated breathing. His gaze lingers on your lips and you can see the adoration but also the pool of desire in his eyes. You place your hands on his waist.
“May I see you?” you ask coyly, carefully tugging on the hemline of his shirt.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to say something like this.” He clearly means to tease you, but the tone in his voice is far too desperate to hide the meaning behind.
Your hands move upwards, pulling the top part of his under-armor suits along with them and finally working it over his head. You brace your hand on his broad chest. Maker, his skin feels warm and soft beneath your palm. Softer than you had imagined, softer than it should be allowed for a trooper. With dilated eyes, he observes in a daze as your hands roam the plains of his muscles, exploring every hill and valley as you wanted for so long.
Bucking his hips, Jesse silently pleads you to undress his lower half as well. Undoubtedly wanting to feel you on every inch of his body. And so do you…
You remove his compression pants, stained with your arousal on top of his thighs. He lets out a sigh as his beautiful cock springs free, and another as you climb back on top of him, straddling his lap.
He sits back against the cushions, his hands come to your sides, gently steadying you and kneading your flesh. The heat of his body against yours is intoxicating, and the gorgeous friction of his flimsy hair on his powerful thighs across your skin feels so…right. Time slows as you keep holding yourself only inches above him, your slick folds brushing along his shaft, relishing the velvety of his skin!. Stars - Jesse’s eyes dart from your sex to your eyes and back down with an pleading expression you’ve never seen somewhere else. Despite he could easily sheath himself into you - he waits for you to be ready for him. Paitently endures the sweet torture of the endless moment just before. And then, with a quiet sigh, you lower yourself down on him, canting your hips as he does the same. The head of his cock pressing against your hot entrance, and finally slipping inside.
He truly feels divine. You can feel him breach you open, gradually sliding deeper and deeper into your welcoming heat, your walls clenching and adjusting around his girth. Yet Jesse doesn’t do anything more than hold still, his face scrunched up in concentration - and restraint. You lean forward to kiss him again and he hums in delight. His stubbles tickle against your lips as you ghost them along his jaw. Then you travel down, the lightest touch slowly becoming firmer, you sense the thunder of his pulse under your lips... until you suck gently on his pulse point. The groan Jesse lets out is loud and so deep that you can feel it rumble his chest. You’ve never heard let alone felt anything so erotic.
“Jesse, please… take what you need,” you exhale, your voice barely audible.
The invisible thread that’s holding him back snaps. Jesse’s hands grab the globes of your ass and he lifts you up, high enough for only the tip of his cock remaining inside you. And then he’s pushing you down again, painfully slow. Your eyes rolling back as he does it again, faster this time. The burning passion between the two of you ignites as you cup his face, pulling him close to kiss him again.
Every muscle in his body burns with the effort of this position, as he's carrying your weight and moving you in his lap while he settles at a fast pace. Sharing his strained breath with you, he still wants more. More of your lips, more of your breasts, more of your taste. His large hand is moving into your hair to keep your head resting against his in a keldabe kiss, your gazes locked, and he'd swear he could look right into your soul at this moment.
Beads of sweat running down your bodies, mingling with one another as your bodies rock against each other, chasing your pleasure. He smells like you, the scent of your arousal on his skin. You smell like him. He wants to taste your sweat on every inch of your skin. The pace of his thrusts never slows down but remains blissfully mercyless as he's pressing his face against your breast. He relishes the softness, his tongue finding your pebbled nipple, circling and lapping on it, before his lips enveloping your peaked bud and sucking just enough to make you tumble over the edge. He’s too lost in the sensual frenzy to stop himself from falling apart along with you.
Jesse’s entire body goes rigid, his one hand tangled in your hair the other clamping on your waist, so tight he might leave a bruise. He sheathes himself inside of you as deep as he can, holding himself there as his cock throbs within you. As if his life depends on it. You grind your pelvis into him, and the pressure trembles in his tummy. He makes a noise in the back of his throat, suddenly feeling as if he might combust until he finally gasps into your neck, spurting his seed deep inside you.
Tilting your head, you look down on him, your heart swells with the beauty he radiates. Bless the Kaminoans for picking Jango Fett as a donor. What a shame they have to wear those buckets most of the time! And gloves to hide those dexterous hands…
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Hands like those suddenly coming down to settle on your shoulders from behind. Stars, they're somehow feeling so unbelievably warm, so alive. So… timid. Tup.
But then…
You're taken aback when he trails his hands around either side of your neck and slowly tracing the line of your collarbone with his fingertips. Otherwise so reserved, he starts caressing your body, gently, until you tilt back your head to rest on his bare chest. He's looming over you. The tattooed teardrop gives his face a sad expression, yet his eyes sparkle with excitement.
“Would you let me kiss those lips of yours, even softer and more delicious than the ones you have already let us taste, like our commander had proposed earlier?” comes his soft and deep voice.
“I would.”
“Would you kiss me back and taste me just as I do taste you?”
You can't help but feel a heat pooling between your legs. Tup would be the last of the clones present in your apartment from whom you would have expected such a straight question. And yet it is he who asks... Maybe it's because his brothers paved the way for him, maybe it's something else.
Before you can say anything in response, Tup bends down, dragging you out of Jesse's lap and carrying you in his arms, over to your dining table. He is clearly trying to prove to you - and his cheering brothers - that he's anything but just sweet and innocent. Yet he's having a hard time maintaining his composure when you sink to your knees and begin to pull at the hem of his blacks, freeing his hard-on that is already dripping with precum from the confinements of his pants.
“Such a beautiful sight” you hum in delight.
And it is! The tan skin on his thick cock, slightly darker than the rest of his toned body is flushed. The vein trailing on the underside is pulsating vigorously. Your mouth waters at the sight and he blushes when he sees your ravenous gaze. The muscles in his stomach flex when you get your hand on him. He tilts his head back when you languidly stroke his achingly hard length, from the coarse curls at the base of his shaft to the sensitive tip. He has been hard before, but now he’s still swelling in your grip.
You hear the shuffling of chairs and when you look up you see the other clones gathered around the table. Fives indicates Tup to lay down on the table with an encouraging tilt of his head. Tup is quick to climb onto the table and lays back. It's Fives who's lifting you up to set you down on Tup’s chest.
Maker, you’re suddenly shy as you fully catch on the situation - the position you are in. Feeling Tup beneath you, his hands settled on your hips from behind, and the hungry gazes of eight men resting on you... By now they are all naked, except Dogma, and you can’t take your eyes off them. Palming themselves, they watch what is about to come. A heat that has nothing to do with room temperature spreads inside you, painting your face in a lovely blush.
Eventually, because you just can’t stand the thrill any longer, you bend your upper body over until your tummy lays flat along Tup’s warm upper body and your breasts are pressed against his groins. Your thighs are spread wide from straddling his chest, your pussy, leaking not only with your arousal but also Jesse’s release, and ass pushed up on full display and not only for Tup... all of them have a perfect view right now.
“Look at that,” someone awes, you think it's Hardcase. “Fucking pretty. Osi'kyr! I love looking at you like that...”
But it’s Tup’s ragged exhale that makes you lower your head and lick a slow stripe from the tip to the base. A muscle in his thigh twitches and his hand, warm and gentle, caresses your back, stroking up and down along your spine while his other remains clinging to your hip. His chest heaves with his accelerated breathing.
“Yeah, cyar’ika, take what you want from me,” Tup breathes.
And then you do! You curl your hand around the base and hold his length up, then slowly suck the blunt head of him into your mouth, tongue twisting and tasting his arousal for the first time. You hum around him in approval before you take more of him, pressing your tongue against his shaft, letting him slide a bit deeper. You feel the subtle ache in your jaw and the weight of him on your tongue. The desperate groan, sounding so sweet and lustful just the same, that’s falling from his lips makes your chest swell with pride. When you begin to slowly bob up and down just slightly, his hips twitch, and when you hollow your cheeks, sucking his cock, unhurried and idly, he’s a mess beneath you, breathing heavy and tensing up with every suction.
As you take more of him into your mouth, Tup finds himself struggling with his composure. The pressure inside him is already building up so fast, pushing him closer to his orgasm, yet he is reluctant to give in so soon, not wanting for this thrilling feeling to be over before it really has started. No he wants to devour you, ever since Cody had asked you the crucial question. He couldn’t think of anything else but to drink from your well… and well… let you drink him…
His eyes roam over your behind. The sight of your glistening folds, your core spread out for him, is the most beautiful he has seen and all consuming. Kark, you’re so wet! The strangled sound you make around him when he carefully ghosts a finger along the velvety skin of your lips vibrates pleasantly on his skin. He brushes his fingertip over your clit, then slowly reveals your shimmering pearl by gently pulling back the hood. He leans in…
“Hmmm…”
When he glides the tip of his tongue finally through your hot, velvety slit, you moan brokenly into him, and arch your back even more chasing his touch. What could he have possibly done to deserve this mind blowing eroticism? Languidly he licks up the mixed arousal that’s dripping out of you, flicks his tongue around your swollen pearl and sucks at it, increasing the sensitivity. You taste perfect! Tup’s head is spinning with the impressions of your scent and your taste. A sensual blend that leaves his body in a desperate rush, hungry for more.
He pushes a finger inside you and you clamp around it. How would you feel around his cock? Hot, tight, soft… choking him. He adds a second finger and starts a steady rhythm in sync with his tongue that has you trembling within seconds. His hips grinding up into you just a little slower. Your body is rocking against him as he thrusts in and out of you, his cock coated with your saliva. His fingers coated with your slick, he’s curling them inside you to find that spongy spot that’s making you see stars. He's working you open, lapping and sucking, stroking your walls and drinking what juices you continue to offer him like a man parched.
And yet it’s still not enough. He wants to fill you up entirely, wants to bury himself in every of your bodily orifices.
“M-may I..” it’s hard to speak when he’s so wrapped up indulging his senses, “...touch your ass? Would you.. let…” He mumbles, refusing to detach his lips from your pussy.
He can’t finish his sentence, because you rock backwards, pushing him deeper inside you as he has already been. He hears his brothers moan at the sight. And who would blame them?
“Please… Tup.. fill me up.. wherever you want!”
He doesn't waste a single second! Tup slides his thumb through your wet lips, gathering whatever wetness he might get, and then brushes the pad of his thumb over the tight hole of your back. Only seconds later he’s carefully and ever so slowly sliding his finger inside you.
Too much…! The moment he’s inside you from three different angles, you come. Hard. Your body falling apart around him, gushing and spasming on top of him on its own. You want to scream, want to breathe, but still he’s sheathed inside you. Instead you gag when he hits the back of your throat… His back arches on the table, his hips bucking into your mouth.
He falls apart with you, spilling himself down your throat. You swallow, drinking from him, to the last drop…
Your legs are still shaking when Rex is helping you off Tup. Too weak to move just yet, you remain seated next to Tup on the table. Your lips are swollen and flushed, your throat is sore, but in the most pleasant way. Nevertheless your body needs refreshment before you are ready for the next man to have his time with you. And with the way they are surrounding you, bare, beautiful and achingly hard, none of them can’t wait to actually be the next.
Gods, they are gonna be the death of you!
Tup sits up and runs a hand through his tousled hair. His head tilted to one side and his post sex-hair looks so indescibable sexy its making your mouth watering - again - and you run your tongue along your lips, tasting his remains. He really had surprised you with his otherwise hidden lascivious nature.
“You look thirsty for more, don’t you?” a mischievous smile tugging at his lips.
“As good as it sounds, I still need orange juice first instead of more love juice,” you tease back and he pouts.
“Anyone else?”
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You swing your hips and slide off the table, walking over to your kitchen counter. Your naked body glowing beautifully in the dim light of your apartment.
“Breathtaking.” You hear someone mutter behind you. Soft footsteps quietly follow you.
You check your cupboards for drinking glasses and some orange juice but even before you have time to fully stand up again, large hands snatch your wrists from behind. The owner of those hands presses his bare frame against your back and guides you forward. You gasp in surprise and get a quiet chuckle in return. Nowhere else for you to go, Cody is pinning you gently against the counter. His lips leaving a trail of featherlight kisses along the column of your neck as he takes a deep breath of your scent.
“Hmmm, I should let you have your drink before I devour you, but I don’t know if I can wait that long,” he purrs seductively, taking in the way your breathing becomes faster.
“Oh, yeah?” you almost sigh the words. ”Didn’t expect you to be so impatient, Commander,” you comment, trying to sound nonchalant, but your trembling hands betray your nervousness. Of course he notices.
“Oh, I am patient. I just don’t know how long it takes for you to be up for yet another round.”
Still keeping you pinned against the kitchen counter with his hips, he releases your wrists and pours a glass of juice. “Here, let me help you, sweetheart.” His voice drops low, vibrating on the soft spot below your ear.
Knees go weak at his pet name for you, but what he does next almost makes you swoon. He reaches for the glass and you think he might hand it back to you, but instead he takes a sip himself. ‘Such a meanie’ you think but before you even have the chance to give him a dry remark, his left hand clasps your jaw, turning your face towards him… He leans down and his mouth seals with yours, using his thumb to hold your jaw open as he parts his lips and let the juice trickle down your mouth. He’s feeding you! Maker, you almost forget how to swallow, or breath, or even stand upright… A few drops run down your chin, dripping onto your cleavage, but you don’t care. Soft moans come from across the counter at the sheer eroticism of the sight, but you don’t hear them. All you are still capable of is to lean back against him with your eyes closed, and enjoy the refreshing taste of the orange juice, mixed with his saliva.
When he detaches from you, it takes you a moment to regain your senses, to find your voice: “Commander.”
His cock twitches at the way you breathe his rank as a sinful promise and he presses harder against your behind, brushing along your moist labias.
“Obedient little thing!” he murmurs, leaning in closer, his warm breath fanning over the side of your face, causing a voracious heat at your core once more.
“As much as I would enjoy having you under my command - that will have to wait for another time." The tip of his nose grazes the shell of your ear and he gently grinds his hips against you.
“Tonight you have Cody…” He presses his face in the crook of your neck and places hot open mouthed kisses on the sensitive skin. You hear the subliminal message. The despair in his tone and how he’s making himself vulnerable. Something he never does around anyone other than some of his brothers. More than anything, you want to show him that he doesn't have to regret…
“Cody… please”
There it is, his name on your lips, begging him to take you. Nothing has ever sounded sweeter. He swears a soft curse and sheathes himself inside you with a single stroke. You cry out his name once more, and Cody loses himself in the blissful moment. Your whole body melting against him, tightening around his cock and squeezing him in all the perfect places. He never wants this initial sensation to subside.
His first thrust is slow, savoring every slick inch of you and letting you feel every inch of him in return until his thighs are flush against yours. His hands keep holding you in place as he holds himself there for a moment before he rocks back and withdraws from your heat almost completely. Given everything that happened tonight and has led to this point, Cody can’t hold back any longer. His hands clutch your hips more firmly and he feels your body go limp as he starts thrusting, crushing down into you - again and again. Your fingers curl around the countertop and you groan loudly, spurring him on to give you what the both of you so desperately need.
He drops one of his hands down between your legs, his fingers start playing with your clit. When he feels your hips shift to meet his strokes, allowing him a satisfying deep penetration, he hisses a curse.
“Kark… You feel so good… so good for me.”
His hips work steady, pushing you into the counter and closer to your orgasm. The angle is allowing him to hit the spongy spot inside you that he knows will make you a dripping mess.
Oh, he needs to feel you come undone and gush around him. And so he sinks his teeth into your dampened flesh on top of your shoulder, and strikes that heavenly spot inside you with unrelenting force.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he demands, gasping the words into your skin.
Your muscles tremble, your walls clenching around his aching length and keeping him in an embrace he has no desire to escape from. His breath hitches and his hips come to a stuttering halt in that moment when you cry out his name and soak him with your arousal.
A wave of surging pleasure enraptures him and he throws his head back, eyes falling shut. With a broken and desperate groan that leaves his lips, he’s pouring himself inside you, your body fluids mingling with one another.
Still floating in the sensations of the afterglow, Cody realizes you are shifting around in his hold. He opens his eyes as your hands wrap tightly around his neck, pulling him into a passionate and leisurely kiss. Your affection gets him off guard, yet he returns it with equal fervor.
“Cody” you breathe his name against his lips and he swallows it. It tastes like satisfaction and redemption. It tastes like… you.
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“My turn, beautiful?” Fives asks with a snicker, as you put the finally empty glass of orange juice down on the counter.
“Hmmm, only if you’ll ask really nicely, Fives.”
You run a finger teasingly over the rim of the glass. Fives stares at you dumbfounded for a second, but then his gaze gets stuck on your thighs. He doesn’t miss the way you rub them seductively. A confident grin on his face, he’s arching a brow.
“Yeah? I assumed you’d rather have me - confident,” he remarks playfully.
You return him another ‘hmmm ’, batting your lashes with a coy smile. Your teeth bite your lower lip as your eyes travel his naked body, anything but shy. Taking a step towards you, he sees you making a step back away from him. What the…? Another step and you make yet another one away from him, now on the other side of the counter. He frowns. When he pretends to take another step, you back away further.
“You want to play?” Fives suddenly is on fire. Like a predator he’s slowly coming closer, his gaze nothing but devouring. Your playful vibes stir something deep inside him. He practically can hear your heart beating in anticipation… Suddenly he lunges out and wraps his arms around your waist.
“Gotcha!” His voice is low and leaves no doubt that you are now in for something.
His wild attack has left you breathless and you watch him, your pupils dilated with lust.
Kriff, you’re driving him mad! He crushes his lips against yours, sinking down with you to the ground right where he stands.
“Wouldn't you rather take me somewhere more comfortable?” you ask him, and he can feel you smile against his lips.
“ARC-trooper,” he states, finally breaking the kiss. “I’m adaptable to every situation.”
That makes you laugh and he cherishes the sweet sound of your joy. But honestly, he just can’t wait any longer. Can’t stand another second without feeling you, after he watched you come undone in his brother's hands.
Tenderly, he shifts you in his arms and nestles up to you. With his bare chest now pressed to your back, his erection is resting between your cheeks. And by gods, he truly feels amazing. The hills and valleys of his toned body melt into the shapes of yours, his arm is heavy around your middle and his hand rests on your stomach. It’s a possessive gesture, yet tender. He’s so warm, so broad and sturdy behind you. You feel so small in his embrace - and safe. His goatee tickles in the crook of your neck as he brushes his lips over the sensitive skin and you moan softly, craning your neck to give him more room, longing for his touch on every inch of your skin. Once more, you are taken aback this night, at how friends have become lovers, and shades of their personalities have been revealed otherwise hidden beneath.
“Let me feel you, beautiful," Fives eventually rasps, his big hand gently trailing down to your sex. “Let me touch you. Please.”
He does ask nicely.
“Yes,” you answer breathlessly, and he eases himself inside you while his fingertips skim along the velvety skin, tracing the curve of your lips, applying the slightest pressure. Your eyes flutter shut.
Fives keeps himself buried inside you, his hips rocking ever so slightly into you. He’s sure he'd never been as hard as this, throbbing and pulsing inside your heat. Yet it never had felt better to restrain himself, dragging out the pleasure as long as he can. His fingers press down harder, breaching your labias. When he finds your clit his cock flexes inside you.
Your body tenses and squeezes him. He can sense your pulse, the subtle movement when you grind your ass into his crotch. And he can hear your needy sounds of desire when he's tenderly massaging your clit. Fives buries his face into your neck and inhales deeply, smelling the sweet tang of sex on your skin. His tongue is tracing the curve of your neck and you start to whimper, lovely desperate sounds. Each slow circle his fingers draw around your throbbing nub is accompanied by a gentle thrust into your soaked pussy. Each gentle thrust he makes elicits a soft moan from him. Everything he does to you makes your body squirm harder in his hold.
“That’s my beautiful girl. I can feel it... come for me," Fives encourages you.
His words push you right over the edge. Your back arches up against him and he feels you clench around his thick cock unbearably tight. You cum with a soft cry of his name, your body shaking. Fives' breath catches at the intensity of the sensations and he's continuing to encircle your swollen clit gently through the raging waves of your climax.
Fuck— he can't carry on. the intensity of your orgasm is too strong to endure. He grabs your thigh and hikes it back over his waist, before rocking his hips against you. His thrusts now sharp and hard, building up pleasure higher and higher. And with another push into your convulsing wet channel, he finally reaches the peak of his sexual desires. His cock is throbbing inside your aching tightness, painting your walls with molten pleasure, he's barely able to remember how to breathe.
When he finally does, Fives raises his head, his teeth gingerly nibbling at the shell of your ear.
"If you ever want me to touch you again, beautiful, I'm always available."
He hears you chuckle once more, just as he intended to. And yet he would… he hopes you know deep inside.
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The first thing you see when you open your eyes is the tall shape of Dogma looming over you just a few steps away. Still covered in his black undersuits, he radiates tension, his hands clenched to fists at his sides, the frown deeper than ever. But there is something sparking in his eyes…. a blatant longing, when he looks down on your naked body, still nestled against Fives.
You wiggle out of Fives’ embrace, much to his displeasure, and get to your feet. Dogma's eyes never leave yours as you take slow, seducing steps towards him, his body stiffens. Maker, you can see he’s nervous, as you carefully close the distance between you, and see his teeth grinding and hear his ragged breathing. Does he feel uncomfortable? Is he unsure about the situation? You want him to relax so badly. Want to melt his tension beneath your palms. You extend your hands and cup his face… He melts under your touch.
“Don’t tell them”, he whispers, as your hands travel along his taut thighs, your fingers skimming the distinct bulge in his pants. And you can hear the fear hidden in his voice. You watch him closely as you palm his hardness through the obvious wet fabric of his bodysuit, carefully increasing the pressure. He’s soaked, rock-hard and again twitching in need, just from watching you and his brothers…
“Have you ever done this before?” you ask, so quietly that the others can’t hear.
Dogma closes his eyes and slowly shakes his head instead of giving you a verbal answer.
Ohhh! You didn’t expect something as significant as this inaudible confession, when you left 79’s with your formidable men earlier. Your heart leaps nevertheless. It’s endearing how he trusts you so much and willingly puts nothing less than his virginity in your hands. And you are more than willing to give him what he craves, to show him what he had missed for so long. You would be the one who would give him the experience of having his desire fulfilled, you would be the one who would show him what it means to make love.
“Well, then let me take care of you, my sweet boy”, you murmur softly against his cheek, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the sheltered ambience of your bedroom.
Spellbound he follows and lets you take over the lead. Dogma only watches as you tentatively push up his shirt, but doesn’t stop you. Instead you feel him shiver slightly as you undress him, leaving him bare and beautiful for your eyes to see. Carefully you take a step forward, your fingers gently caress a trail down from his shoulders to his forearms, your warm breath purposely fanning across his collarbone… you look up at him, catching the nervous little smile on his lips. Gone are his usual lines of tension on his forehead and only relaxing features remain, beautifully decorated with the distinctive pattern of his facial tattoo. If only he would smile more often. If only he would allow himself to be more than just a soldier in service of the GAR and go against all those rules and restrictions, he’d be, well, a dream come true.
You guide him further backwards until the backs of his thighs hit the edge of your bed, and with a gentle push at his chest he falls back. His eyes are blown with surprise as he shifts, propping himself up on his elbows and watches you crawling over his body. As your lips latch onto his, your tongue gingerly skirting his lips before exploring his mouth in a deep and wet kiss, he responds with a sinful moan in your mouth. And another as you reach down, caressing and massaging his thick warm length. Your core trembles at the pleading expression in his eyes. He needs you, wants to feel you around him and learn how to make love. Placing your left hand on his chest to brace yourself, your other reach down to line him up at your dripping entrance. He stops breathing…
Dogma tenses and lets out a weak gasp at the feel of your hand wrapped around his member but when you lower yourself down on him he relaxes with a groan.
He had no idea how good it would feel to lose himself in someone, to become one... How pleasing the tender brush of breath on the side of his neck would be while embedded in warm softness. How intoxicating the sensation from skin on skin. Oh Gods, he gets the point why his brothers look for that kind of distraction and rest from time to time! His cock twitches inside you with every roll of your hips. He just can’t help himself, from the way you move on top of him, touch him, and your breasts bounce in front of his face. You are looking like a godsend gift and making him feel whole.
You lean forward and breathe a soft moan of his name next to his ear. He bestows you one moan in response. He can't do anything more. Your hair tickles on his cheek and you feather a light touch over his collarbone with your fingertips. He trembles under your touch. The barest brush of your breasts on his chest makes his toned muscles flex and the pressure of your thighs straddling his hip bones is making him squirm beneath you and letting out desperate whimpers. The slick sounds and the exhilarating scent of sex filling the air have him lose...
Your walls clenching around him squeezing his cock and pulling him in, he erupts into your depth in sublime salvation. Much too soon. With all the remaining strength he can muster, Dogma uses his abdominal muscles to sit up, twines his arms around your tensing frame in despair, pulling you close and not leaving an inch space between the two of you. His thrusts are almost frantic and still strong enough to cause your core clench with thrill, greedily milking his release. His cock grinding hard against your sensitive clit, he keeps moving you on top of him.
“L- L-let me feel you…come,” he pants, his voice husky and breaking.
And who would have thought that it feels just as overwhelming as his own orgasm when you come undone around him? When Dogma relishes in the sensation of feeling your pulse through his own throbbing cock, when he hears your moans, he presses his face into the crook of your neck, hides his eyes burning with tears, inhaling deeply.
“Hi” you whisper, tenderly tracing your finger along his cheek. Chewing on your bottom lip, you watch him turn his face towards you. You see his glassy eyes.
“Are you feeling fine, my sweet boy?”
Dogma frowns, apparently searching for words, or maybe still trying to figure out his emotions. “Yeah… I suppose…” he trails off, swallowing, “That was…”
“Amazing, might be the right word,” Echo’s helping him quietly.
You hear some muffled chuckle from behind, but no other reactions. No teasing or banter. His brothers might not have known about his inexperience, but they can sense his bliss and relief right now for sure. They give him this moment, the moment when he became a man.
“Thank you,” he finally speaks with a smile.
“Anytime, Dogma!” you mouth and lean in to kiss him gingerly once more.
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Desire fills Kix's body and he takes in your form as you sit on the edge of your bed next to Dogma, enjoying a moment of rest in front of the men watching. The harsh neon light of Coruscant’s nightlife pours in from the outside, softened by the curtains. He swallows hard as he watches it dance over your bare skin. His mind races as he recalls his fantasy he's had on so many nights, images of you and him he indulged in too often.
Kix just wants nothing more than to be gentle with you right now.
The display of affection you've given his brothers all evening, the satisfied expression evident on your face, the beautiful smile on your lips at this very moment makes him want to pull you close, giving you back and letting you feel what you deserve: worship.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers as he steps closer to you and takes a hold of your hand. Standing at his full height he looks down at you with a craving gleam in his eyes his breath races in exhilaration.
“Don’t you dare and lie to me, Kix,” you respond somewhat embarrassed yet completely aroused, your cheeks blushing at his whispered confession.
“But it's true.” He eases you up from the bed and draws you flush against him, so close he can hear your heart beating.
His hand lifts to run through your hair as he had wished to so many times, and he grins as you shiver under his affectionate attention. Your eyes glaze over with lust much to his delight. No wonder one by one of his brothers became putty in your hands that night.
“Let me show you.” His voice is soft and soothing, dripping with erotic promise.
Kix guides you to the mirror in your bedroom and turns you around, so that you are standing in front of him, both facing your reflections. Your soft and curved body nestled to his tall and toned frame. You try to turn your head to look away from the view, but Kix holds your chin steady.
“Just see how stunning you look, mesh’la.”
His eyes trail over your form... your hair is disheveled, a stray strand sticks to your sweaty forehead, the blush of your face has spread over your neck down across your mounds, your lips are swollen and kiss-bruised, your eyes... Oh, kriffing hell! What he finds in your eyes, blown wide with lust, almost pleading, causes his already rock hard member to jump against the small of your back. He needs to touch you…
Kix fondles your hair and presses the side of his face against yours, breathing down your neck, taking in the wild aroused scent. It's not only yours anymore, the fragrance of his brothers, of their desire, clings to you... soon his own will be added.. Your hands cup the back of his head, finding purchase. Your back arches with the movement and he's sure he had never seen anything as hot as this. He's tracing small, deliberate patterns all over your body, watching the goosebumps spread on you. His fingertips trail down your neck and skim gently over your collarbone, follow the valley and swell of your breast, enjoying how your nipples peak at his touch, flushing pink.
You turn your head and he feels your teeth nip the side of his neck. It sends another thrill of want so hard through him that he pulls back with a growl and lets his hands trail further down to the curve of your hips, savoring the feel of them, the warmth of your skin under his palms so titillating and lovely.
When Kix tilts his head to look down at the luscious curves of your backside, he's seeing the evidence of your arousal coating your inner thighs. A needy groan spills from his lips and he turns his gaze back to the mirror where he catches sight of you.. your eyes travels over the reflection of his body, your teeth bite on your lip as your lascivious gaze lingers at the apex of your thighs, before snapping up to meet his hungry gaze. He can't hold back any longer!
He pushes his hips forward to rub his hardened shaft against your sopping wet core, watching in deep satisfaction as your mouth dropped open and your eyelids flutter.
"Keep watching, mesh'la. Keep watching how beautiful we both look when we merge."
And with a quick buckle of his hips he buries himself into your welcoming heat, nearly doubling over you at the intense pleasure of having your walls clench around him so tightly. Moan after moan echoes throughout the bedroom as his hands squeeze at your hips, digging in and anchoring you. He's thrusting into you at a pleasurable pace, not too fast yet anything but slow, just powerful enough to make your core clench with thrill but not enough to hurt... over and over again.
Sweat drips off your bodies as the intense pleasure races through the both of you. Your eyes meet his in the reflection of the mirror, telling him just how much you love what he's doing to you and how expertly he manipulates your body. Screams of pleasure escape from your mouth, along with his name.
"Kix, Kix, Kix..."
His name on your tongue drives him wild and he sputters a mixture of praises and curses as he keeps pounding into you from behind.
He's left only panting when he feels your inner walls flutter and squeeze his cock deliciously.
Staring at your wrecked appearance through the mirror he brings up his hands to spread out over your belly, to cup your breast and hold you close to him. He relishes in the feel of your softness as he continues to roll his hips, pushing himself deeper and faster into your silky depths. His body is glistening with sweat, bringing out the exquisite shape of his muscles and the way they quiver just for you. Your body writhing in sweet torment in his hold, a sight he wants to lock up in the back of his mind forever.
His head drops to the crook of your neck. He opens his mouth and sinks his teeth into your skin. A long noise, something between a blissful outcry and a moan leaves your lips and your core clamps down on him like a vice grip as your orgasm rushes through you, drawing out a broken groan from him and triggers his own incredible release.
Your legs are shaking and Kix keeps holding you tight as he slowly sinks down to his knees along with you. His chest moves quickly against your back, he's panting heavily.
“Well that was intense mesh’la” he gasps, sounding utterly exhausted yet satisfied.
“I’d say so, Kix.” you mumble into his skin, your face now buried in the place where the lines of his shoulder and neck are blurred. “And even more. So much more.”
Both of you lie there, your breaths slowly calming as the minutes drip by. He doesn’t know what your words mean, though he’s feeling the subtext. His mind forming an answer he’s leaving unspoken - he can’t voice it. For now.
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Still lingering in your dreams, you suddenly feel how Echo has come close to you and brushes your back with his hand. Ever so gently, his fingertips trail down your spine to the small of your back, gently lingering there. The mere touch, so shy and bold at the same time, is sparkling something inside you. The longing you've felt when he kissed you before, now back and more than ever.
Echo lifts you up and withdraws you from Kix' embrace. You cling to his shoulders, your legs fitting perfectly around his trim waist. He carries you effortlessly, as if your weight is nothing, walking towards the bed, and sets you down. You look at him inquiringly, waiting for his next move. So tempting…
“Lay back, cyar’ika,” he mumbles, his lips seeking out yours.
When he’s easing you backward, Echo is finally kissing you again. His tongue gingerly implores you for entrance and you open your mouth. He’s exploring every inch, licking deep inside you and relishing your flavor. His eyes fall shut, cutting him off from your apartment and the awareness of his brothers being around. There's only you and him - the sensation is extreme. Your lips are so soft beneath his, your taste so sweet….
When he breaks the kiss, he almost feels lonely. But so do you and he smiles as he sees you chase after his lips. Echo sits back on his heels between your spread legs. Kriff, you look beautiful like this, Kix was right. Even after hours of giving yourself to his brothers and pleasing them. Even after wearing their marks on your skin and branding each and every one of them as yours… He will be the next to fall for you - willingly. His amber eyes roaming over every inch of your naked body, he barely remembers how to breathe.
Echo bends forward and takes your calf in his hand. When he tenderly blows a kiss at the delicate skin of your ankle, you gasp. He slowly moves up, his tongue drawing wet patterns on your inner thighs, stroking so feather light that he is barely touching you at all. He feels you gaze resting on him. He sees you chewing your lower lip nervously.
“Relax, cyar’ika. I’ve got you” Echo murmurs quietly.
When he finally gets close enough at the top of your inner thighs, he pauses, inhales your scent. Indulging in you for a moment. His lips brush against the damp slope and he lets you feel his hot breath on your most sensitive parts. Again he takes in the way you respond to his ministrations, your hips rocking upwards, tracing the touch. He dips the tip of his tongue only just inside you, sipping some of your leaking juices. The sound he hears you make is something between a strangled curse and the most beseeching plea.
Gingerly you card your fingers through his hair, tilting his head to try and press him to where you’re leaking wetness and heat. By now, your lip is getting swollen with all your biting. You tighten up and wait in breathless anticipation for him to go down on you. Only he doesn't.
He just holds himself there for another endless moment, his lips ghosting small arches back and forth over your crevice, before the tip of Echo's tongue slightly dips into you once more. Tiny little shivers rolling through your lower body, your legs twitching reflexively as he suddenly moans into your pussy, his gentle tones vibrating across your lips. Then he pulls back, much too soon, and you whine at the loss.
“Don’t you cry.” Echo whispers into the soft skin of your belly while he’s slowly coming up, inch by inch.
You watch helplessly as his velvety lips slide up your belly. Making sure his eyes never leave yours, Echo trails his hot mouth just below the curve of your breasts, deliberately slow, and then further up... his tongue sneaks out, flicking over your nipple. You roll your hips up and grind against his crotch. That makes him gasp. Yet he's taking his sweet time in sucking and lapping, moaning around them every time his tongue strokes the tip of your perked buds. Equally lavishing attention over each, he's switching sides every now and then. And while he de devors you, his hands come up to gently knead the soft flesh of your mounds. Echo's rolling your free bud between his thumb and forefinger expertly, not wanting it to go unattended, causing pain and pleasure set every nerve in your body tingling from the stimulation.
You suck in another sharp breath as he finally resumes his seductively climb on your body, up your sternum, and moan as he dips his lips into the hollow of your clavicle, sucking gently. You're on fire, when you feel his warm breath in the crook of your neck, his chest brushing over yours and his erection skimming your delicate sex.
“I need you.” Echo is whispering softly through the hazy sighs in the background.
“Stars, Echo…please,” you beg him hoarsely. No longer able to endure this sweet torture any longer. You need him, too. Need to feel him. Need him to know…
“I want to feel every inch of you.”
He whimpers a long groan at the lustfulness of your words and lines up the throbbing head of his cock with your entrance. Maker, he's leaking for you!
“Cyar’ika! You.. you can’t say things like that… in your sinful voice…” he trails off. And then he presses into you slowly, letting his cock drench in your wetness and engulf its skin in your heat.
Echo groans softly, melting into you as he glides the entire length of his cock into you, letting you feel each individual ridge and vein from head to root. He's savoring your heat, the welcoming tightness that's pulling him in.
He drops his forehead to your shoulder, burying his face in your skin, sucking a faint bruise across your pulse. He wants to dissolve in you. Wants to blurr the contrast of the two of you, the rough and unyielding shell of an ARC-trooper with the silky softness of love. Somehow horribly incompatible and yet fitting perfectly.
His desire is consuming him and yet he’d die if he stopped. He trembles, helpless moans spilling from him as keeps rocking in you, shoving everything he feels for you into the fervor of each and every thrust. You meet his thrusts with the gentle roll of your hips... He doesn't know how much time has passed, doesn't care. He'd spend the rest of eternity right inside you if you only would let him, tenderly making love to you. But at some point he feels your pleasure coming. Feels you dancing on the edge of your climax, which is bestowed to you by him. He can tell by the way your breathing becomes ragged and the way your hands cling into his back. Your silky walls are clenching around his length and your voice crying his name again and again. You hold him tight against you, possessing all of him the moment his hot cum fills your insides.
Echo holds you close to him long after he has pulled out of you, your back resting against his chest. He can feel your heartbeat getting slower, he's listening to the sound of it. It's calming. He finds himself wishing this sensation would never subside.
............
Warm hands slip under your thighs and lift you up.
“Ah, Hardcase… What are you doing?” you might have yelped, if you weren’t so spent.
The moment you're hauled up into Hardcase's strong arms, the warmth of the blankets you were just lying comfortably in and Echo’s bare chest pressed against you disappears completely, leaving your back a little cold. But he's got you. Safe and sound.
"Proving you that I am not always heated" he chuckles as he slowly carries your bare, fucked out body over to the bathroom.
“That a promise?” you murmur, letting your eyes fall shut, and enjoy the warmth of his naked chest contrasting with the comparatively cool air of your apartment. His muscles are working with every step he takes. Desire is spreading inside you, sending shivers up and down your spine... and a low heat pooling in your core, anew.
You hear the shower door open rather than see it. The gentle brush of hands down your sides as Hardcase carefully settles you on the ground makes you shiver. Your feet meet the porcelaneous shower base, his hand latches onto your hip, dragging you close to him. You feel your face get wet when droplets of warm water fall down on the two of you and wash around your tired muscles. You open your eyes… Hardcase has your head bedded in the crook of his arm, his fingers tenderly tracing along your cheekbone. He towers over you with his broad shoulders, holding you in a supporting embrace. His head is tilted forward and he is looking down at you.. And Maker, his eyes.. gleaming like molten amber.
You open your mouth to say something, but then you close it again, refusing to speak, fearing the spell cast on the two of you might dissipate. He smiles in response. Your hand comes up to rest on his chest. His tan skin is crested with the same angular blue lines like his face is. Fingertips dancing along the pattern, from his protruding collarbone down to his trim waist, circling his belly button leading down to his loins. Even if you wanted to, you aren’t able to look away from him. Beads of water drip from his forehead as he keeps staring down at you, trickling down his neck onto his bare chest.
“Come here,” Hardcase purrs. Has he ever sounded so breathy? There's nothing you want more than hearing him whisper the filthiest things in your ears with that voice. And then, just because you can’t help yourself any longer, you beg him: “Please… I need you, baby.”
He’s on you in the blink of an eye, grabbing your hands and guiding you to the tiled wall with his chest pressed against you and his lips locked with yours. His mouth is so hot - the wall is not. You gasp, and he slides his tongue into your mouth, kissing you deeply like this is all he ever wanted. When you’re arching your back he moans into the kiss and you swallow his breath. And oh fuck, it’s turning you on and you can’t get enough. Hardcase is pinning you gently against the wall and hoisting you up. In response you wrap your legs around his waist and cross them behind his back. His achingly hard length is sliding through your folds. Both of you look down to where your bodies grind against each other, both of you moan at the sight. Your arousal coating him in a thick, slick film.
“Think you can take me?” he asks, his voice husky, almost getting lost in the sound of the water.
“Yes. Oh, stars, Hardc…” you cut yourself off with a needy whine as he angles his hips and slides inside you, embedding himself up to the hilt. You cup the back of his head, fingers digging into his nape and pulling him close for another kiss, his lips fitting perfectly to yours.You can’t get enough of how his tongue dances with yours and he makes low sounds in the back of his throat. When he kisses you like this and you melt into his strong body…
You savor the feeling of his passion, his hips thrusting sharp and deep, while his hands squeeze you and make sure you won’t fall. Your fingers digging into his shoulders as he raises your leg, hooking it in his arm. His grip on your thigh tightens, allowing him to penetrate you even deeper. With every thrust he’s drawing out lewd moans of you, that you never have thought would ever leave your mouth. Yet it’s him you want to hear…
“Stars, ah, Hardcase… I want… want…to… hear you.” It’s hard to form a proper thought when he’s pounding into you like this. He moans.
“No.. no…please talk to..me.”
Hardcase growls, his hips stuttering for a moment, before he’s picking up the pace again. This time muttering filth and praise. Every word falling from his lips is a testament to his affection for you.
“That’s what you want? Want me to tell you how good you are for me? How it feels…when.. when I’m.. inside you.” His voice is ragged.
“Kriff, baby, you’re so tight… so soft…take my cock so well.”
Stars, he’s hitting this sensitive spot inside you just the right way. Rough and fast.
“Even after… being filled so many times...” he gasps as you clench tight around him at his candid words.
Then he’s reaching down to where your bodies join, his thumb starts rubbing tight circles around your clit, the pad of his thumb steady and firm as he perpetually drags the pleasure out of you.
“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Let me hear you scream my name…”
Your vision blurs, fingers digging into his back as you feel his cock hit near your cervix time and again. And suddenly a blazing hot wave of pleasure suddenly tears you apart. You are screaming his name, your legs trembling around his waist, as you arch your back and come around the throbbing cock buried inside you once again.
Hardcase growls as you squeeze him, his hips spluttering for a moment before continuing to fuck you with devotion. He's riding you through the aftershocks of your orgasm with a few more maddeningly slow and powerful thrusts until his body comes to a violent halt, cock pulsating and shooting his seed deep inside you…
He doesn’t let you down until he’s sure your wobbly legs won’t give in and doesn't let go of you until he's soaked your hair, cleaned every inch of your body, and rinsed off the rose-scented lather.
............
Rex awaits you in front of the shower. He’s wrapping your exhausted body in a fluffy towel and rubbing you dry.
“Go to sleep, love,” he whispers, as he’s carrying you back to your bedroom. "You've been so good for us." He doesn't say how much your love actually means to them. He just keeps this thought secret.
You watch him, your eyes almost falling shut as he carefully lays you down on the bed. Rex reaches out his hand and tenderly brushes a strand of hair from your face before he's pressing his palm gently to your cheek.For a few endless moments he holds it, his thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. His eyelids flutter, straining to stay open. Then, he leans in and kisses you. Your lips part, tingling beneath his chaste touch. When he breaks the kiss, you're left breathless.
He rises from your bed and walks over to his brothers. Like him they are all completely dressed. Concealed beneath unyielding armor, just like before…
But now you know what lies beneath. The secrets and desires of beautiful and affectionate men - so much more than just clones with numbers. Now, when you see them like this, you’re still stunned by the love and trust they show you…
One by one they say goodbye, ready to head back towards the barracks, and kiss you one last time. Their way of thank you. Their way of pleading you to come back into your arms one day.
“Rex?”
“Yes?”
There is it again - the soft tone, expressing his profound devotion for you in just one word.
“Can you stay?” Suddenly you feel shy, afraid he might deny your request.
“Yes,” he whispers softly.
As the sun slowly rises over Coruscant, turning the sky outside your windows in a lovely shade of pink, Rex takes off his armor and slides in under the blanket and next to you. He hums quietly and reaches over to you, tugging you close to his side. You fall asleep with your head on his chest, listening to him breathe and his heart beating for you.
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funnyducky666 · 11 months
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Heavy dirty dirty talking: Rex, Tech, echo, Hunter, wrecker, Crosshair, Cody, Wolffe, 👀Gregor, and or Fives.
I’m look)ing for FIC reccs so you have anything that has this in the warning pls lemme know. Please.
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skywlker-sluvtt · 9 months
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could you do 😺 with fives
hehe i know hes amazing at eating pussy
you're so right. i was actually so happy i got this for fives so ily <3 fives x afab!reader 18+ below the cut nsfw emoji ask game
😺 how they eat pussy
✧ fives worships you and your body like you're a goddess. the man just wants to pleasure you for being the prettiest thing in the galaxy. he's passionate about eating you out till your begging for more, it's becoming a hobby at this point.
✧ okay so i hope this isn't controversial but he fucking loves rubbing his goatee over your clit while he eats you out.
✧ the first time he tries it, it catches you off guard. fives wildly laps at your pussy desperate to drink all he can from your pretty cunt.
✧ listening to you whine and moan above him he feels the need to try something new to make you scream. it takes him a second to come up with his brilliant idea and pulls away long enough to swipe his chin through your folds eliciting a deliciously loud moan from you.
✧ with wide eyes you glanced down at him and grinned. "Do that again" You sigh pulling at the roots of his hair to get his mouth on you once more. Fives chuckles lowly letting you grind your hips into his face how you like.
✧ you continue using his face, enjoying the roughness of his facial hair on your clit till you end up cumming all over him. he'll suck you till your writhing with overstimulation. "didn't think you were so kinky mesh'la"
✧ he's a real big fan of being used as well
✧ face sitting is his shit. fives initially has to beg and convince you that he wants it so bad and you wouldn't suffocate him. he's corny as fuck and uses the "going out between your thighs is the perfect way to go baby" line. he's telling the truth though 😏
✧ when you do get comfortable with it he requests that you just ride his face any way you like. fives likes how rough you get with him tugging on his hair and using him to cum with little regard for him. he starts jizzing himself if you do that
✧ lastly, he occasionally likes to be praised when he's tongue fucking you. fives wants to know he's making you feel good and that he's "your good slut" he's hella responsive when you do that. humping the bed and groaning for you if you just tell him how incredible he's making you feel.
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literallyjustanerd · 6 months
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Tease Part II (Fives X Fem!Reader)
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I'm back with more filth! The reaction to the first part of this fic was better than I could have hoped, thank you all for your very encouraging (and hilarious) feedback.
I meant this to be a short continuation/conclusion to the first part, and yet, here we are, at 3:45 am, with 3k words of pure smut.
Enjoy!
Words: 3.3k
Content: Hair pulling, stripping, hints of dom reader, light praise kink, piv sex, unprotected sex (wrap it up lol), dirty talk, fingering, very brief fluff
Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)
Taglist (because I guess I have one of those now?? wild): @freesia-writes @wolffegirlsunite @clonethirstingisreal
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Your breath hitches, too stubborn to let out the moan that tugs at your throat. It doesn’t go unnoticed: you feel Fives’ smile instead of seeing it, lips pausing on their trail down the centre of your chest, mouth twisting into a grin.
“Hit the spot, huh?” he mumbles against your skin.
“Just– don’t wanna be caught,” you manage to retort. “Never know who cou– mmph…” Your words dissolve into a frankly embarrassing whine as he chooses that exact moment to –the absolute devil– add a teasing little nip just below your navel. The break in your cool draws a smug little chuckle from Fives. The urge to smack him upside the head is rather dampened by the delicious buzz that his laughter sends across your skin, and the sharp, tingling rasp of his goatee. Maker, this man will be your undoing.
The two of you hadn’t lasted much longer in the alleyway outside, your fervent kisses and wandering hands quickly growing too bold to risk being seen by other students, or –stars forbid– faculty. It took all the strength you had to stop Fives’ hand on its valiant quest under the hem of your shirt, but you managed. As eager as he had been, he had pulled back the moment you moved him away, looking confused more than anything. You took a moment to appreciate those big, brown, pouty tooka-eyes before pulling him in by the back of his neck to speak into his ear. 
"Wanna take this somewhere a little more… private?" And then, just to enjoy the heady glint in his eye, you’d taken Fives' earlobe between your teeth and pulled. Fives’ wolfish grin sticks in your mind, smoky like blaster fire and dripping mischievous intent. His hands were drawn magnetically back to you, unable to help himself, roaming lower to squeeze a handful of your ass. His unabashed lack of restraint had only stoked the fire in your core, flames licking up your spine when Fives gave his answer. 
"Lead the way, cyare."
And here you had led him: to a block of seldom-used meeting rooms at the edge of campus. A chair wedged haphazardly under the door handle your only defence against the outside world. And as much as the growing ache in your cunt wants to let Fives continue his downward trail of kisses, licks and bites, your pride proves stronger. He’s been in control too long, and you’re craving the feeling of power you had over him during your little game in the lecture hall. Dragging a kiss-swollen lip between your teeth, you reach down to tangle your fingers in his cropped hair, nails scraping his scalp as you grab a fistful. All you intend to do is pull him back up to your mouth, to reassert yourself. You’re certainly not expecting the blissed-out look and stuttering groan Fives gives when you tighten your grip and pull. Neither is he, if his reaction is anything to go by. As quickly as his eyes had fluttered half-shut, they spring open, heat rushing to darken his cheeks. Time freezes when the two of you lock eyes.
You can’t resist.
“Oh? That hit the spot, did it?” you tease. Fives tries to scowl, to gain back any kind of foothold, but it’s hard when he still looks so dazed. You decide to take pity: instead of making him beg, you give him what he clearly wants and twist another handful of his hair in your hand, rougher and sharper this time when you pull. 
It unleashes something dark and feral in Fives: the moment he’s back on his feet he’s on you, his lips bruising and his hands grabbing feverishly at every inch of you he can get. Your teeth collide as he tries to push further into you, his tongue thrusting forward to slide against yours. Clumsy in his desperation, he rucks your shirt up, barely able to drag his mouth from you for the split second it takes to tear it over your head. As soon as it hits the floor, he’s back on you, the long, firm line of his body pressing you into the wall. His thumb rubs deep, rough circles in your hip bone as he dips his head to mouth at the top of a breast, the other hand snaking underneath your bra and gripping hard, a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. You keen, head thrown back so suddenly it hits the wall with a loud thud. But it’s not enough. You want his thick, calloused fingers against your skin instead of his gloves. You want to feel him against you when you roll your hips forward, feel the throb of his hard cock against the growing wetness at your core, not his cold plastoid armour. You have to repeat yourself when you find your voice: Fives is too distracted trying to figure out how to unclasp your bra and tug your pants down at the same time. “I said,” you pant, cupping both sides of his face and forcing him to look up at you, “strip.”
Fives comes back from whatever faraway place he had been, once again flashing that roguish grin.
“Giving orders now, eh?” he says, his accent thicker with his voice this low, still out of breath. One hand drags deep and slow across the arc of your waist, while the other trails low, twisting to cup your pussy and pushing two fingers through your clothes in just the right spot to set you gasping. 
“What?” you huff, steeling your resolve even as your body betrays you to buck against his hand. It’s so good, too good, your cunt soaked, clenching with need. So empty. “Can’t handle it? You made ARC trooper. Thought that meant you were good at following orders.” 
Fives laughs, bright and clean, and for just a moment, you feel something deep in your chest a lot more dangerous than lust.
“Never been my forte, actually,” he says. It’s your turn to laugh, a sly little sound as you take one of his hands in yours.
“Hmm… Shame,” you sigh. Bringing his hand up between you, you lean forward, heavy-lidded eyes locked onto his, and seal your lips around one gloved finger. You taste blaster smoke and synth-leather as you sway your head forward, taking his finger down to the knuckle before pulling back. Your teeth catch on the tip of the glove, dragging it off Fives’ hand and letting it hang from your lips for a moment before it’s tossed aside with your shirt. “If you’d been good for me, I would have made it worth your while.”
Like a loth-wolf on the hunt, Fives’ breath rumbles in his chest, dark eyes blown wide. Before you know it, you’re off the ground, hoisted with strong arms under your legs. You’re set down on the large desk in the middle of the room, one last appreciative pinch to the sensitive spot at your upper thigh before Fives’ hands retreat.
“Well, when you put it like that,” he purrs, “I could be convinced.”
Fives bites down on his remaining glove, wrenching it off quickly. Warm fingers ghost across yours, a feather-light kiss at the base of your neck as he reaches behind you and, finally, frees you of your bra. He traces an agonisingly shallow touch around your ribs from your back to cup your breasts, shivers breaking out across your skin from the cold air and his teasing touch. Suddenly slow and almost reverent, he bends, coaxing you gently back so he can take one nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it once before giving the same treatment to the other.
“Good,” you breathe. “That’s it, that– hmm, that’s perfect.” The praise has instant effect: Fives redoubles his efforts, kneading harder at your tits and biting down on your nipple, suckling eagerly.
Your hands grip tight, digging crescent-shaped marks in the top of your thighs, arching into his touch. Interesting. You’ll have to file that reaction away for later.
Some time later he seems to remember his promise, standing, as reluctant to leave as you are to lose his touch. On his way up, though, he takes your hands, guiding them to your chest. You pick up where he left off, palming your breasts and rolling your spit-slick nipples in your fingers. Fives groans appreciatively at the display, before he sets to the task of removing his armour. Each plate that clatters to the floor reveals more broad, corded, rippling muscle. You lose yourself in your own touch, spurred on by every twist and flex, grinding your thighs together with building desperation. Fives watches with shriek-hawk eyes, letting out low, appreciative sounds whenever you make yourself gasp or whine.
“Gorgeous,” he murmurs, voice ragged around the edges. His codpiece falls to the floor, and you moan out loud before you can stop yourself at the sight of the bulge straining the fabric below. Fives chuckles, the sound more growl than laugh. 
“You really are a dangerous one, aren’t you, adenn?” The Mando’a still goes over your head, but sweet spires of Coruscant, it makes your insides turn to hear him say it anyway. He’s down to his blacks at last, and neither of you can wait any longer. You let out a quick, heated breath.
“Get over here and find out.”
This time, he obeys the order without protest. Looks like he can be tamed after all, you think with a grin, not a moment before the two of you collide again. The weight of his body on yours was delicious before, but now, free from his armour? It’s downright heavenly. He’s big, with inches of thick, soft flesh packed over dense muscle, and you grab greedily at whatever you can reach.
“Kriff,” you utter into your mouthful of his neck, when you finally get under the waistband of his blacks to grope a handful of his ass. Fives’ chest seems to swell under the reaction.
“Glad I’m living up to your expectations,” he quips.
“You should not keep that thing hidden under the kama,” you shoot back, a beat of silence before you both dissolve into a fit of giggles. You make the mistake of leaning back to meet his eyes, and there it is again: the tiny hint of something small, fragile and disorienting. Why, of all the sordid things you’ve done so far, this should be the moment that makes you want to run, you don’t know. Before you can think too much of it, you pitch your hips forward, rolling against Fives’ groin and bringing you crashing back into your body.
The rest of your clothes are quickly shed, added to the scattered mess over the floor. Every nerve in your body is attuned to how suddenly hungry you feel when you first see Fives’ cock. Thick and firm as the rest of him, it arches up to his stomach, the tip leaking thick, pearly fluid. Instinctively, you lick your lips. The seam of Fives’ mouth splits into a smug grin as he crowds in close and eases your body back, until you’re resting fully against the table and he can drape himself over you. He whispers sweet, drunken praises into your flushed skin, licking a line between your breasts and venturing further down, down, down, until he’s kissing over the mound of your cunt. 
“Fives…” you groan in warning, throwing an arm across your clenched eyes, bracing against the flames that threaten to engulf you completely. “Don’t make me wait, I–”
“Patience, adenn’ika.” The vibration of his words against your pussy have you keening, back arching and hips thrusting, coiled so tight you might snap. Thoughts swimming, head lolling, hands gripping Fives’ hair until your knuckles blanch. He inhales deeply, hot breath fanning over your clit when he lets it out with an indulgent hum. With lips that paint exquisite torture, he presses a kiss against the wetness of your folds that has your hole fluttering, clenching around nothing. 
Your body feels like one big wound, exposed, raw and sensitive. So lost to your own want that you barely notice when Fives appears at your lips again. You definitely notice when you feel pressure at your entrance. Fives’ arms brace either side of your head. The strain in his muscles is clear – he’s as strung out as you, his toes over a precipice, leaning forward and ready to fall. Barely disguised, he sucks in a cinched breath as he drags his cock through your folds, gathering wetness before pressing his swollen, flushed head against your cunt. Still, despite how he seems to shake with the effort, he restrains himself.
“Well?” he utters into your ear, voice frayed thin and coreless. “What are you waiting for? Give the order.”
Your heart stutters in your chest. Lifting your legs to hook around his waist, you cup his chin, pulling him in for one final, sloppy kiss before meeting his eyes.
“Fuck me, Fives.”
Your vision whites out. Molten gold floods your veins. The entire world seems to throb with your pulse as Fives enters you, stretches you, fills you gloriously. It’s a tight fit, a slight burn, verging just on the right side of painful, but Fives takes it slow, face buried into the crook of your neck. His hips rock gently, pressing just slightly further with each small, seeking thrust, until finally, you feel his groin pressed flush against you. For a small eternity you stay like that, the only sound both of your laboured breathing as you grow accustomed to the stretch. Soon enough, and all at once, the feeling goes from too much to not enough. 
“Back with me, cyare?” Fives breathes when your hips give an experimental twitch forward. “Sure you’re ready?” If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear from the tone of his voice that Fives was actually checking in with you, and not just teasing. Either way, you give your answer: drawing your hips back and driving them forward in a circle, drawing out a deep-throated groan as you feel Fives drag against your walls. Fives grunts at the stimulation.
“Give me the best you’ve got,” you say, and wildfire flares in Fives’ dark eyes. Moving slow, luxuriating in it, he draws almost all the way back, just the head of his cock remaining at your entrance. There’s a single moment of pause before, without warning, he thrusts, sheathing himself again in one fluid motion. 
He sets a brutal pace, hips snapping rhythmically. Technicolour stars dance in your vision, limbs heavy and clumsy when you drape your arms around him, nails scratching sharp lines in his back and holding on for dear life as pleasure alights on every nerve, curling your toes and singing your fingertips. You can’t help the sharp moans punched from your lungs, and from how they seem to spur Fives on, you don’t want to. He’s beautiful like this: sweat-slick skin shining in the weak, blue light. Brow pinched, focus shifting deliriously from your face to your cunt, watching himself disappear into you with every thrust, breathing sweet, filthy words that seep through your skin and dance on your nerves.
“So good… So tight, taking me so well… Kriff, mesh’la, feels so kriffing good…”
When one of your hands leaves his back to tangle in the peppering of hair on his chest, he dives forward and smothers your lips with his, kissing you deep and messy. 
“‘M close,” he murmurs, when his hips begin to lose their rhythm, growing unsteady and frenzied, shallower as he tries to pull back. “Where do you–” 
You dig your heels into the small of his back, hauling him back in close. You can’t bear to lose the feeling of him splitting you open, and there’s no way you could deny either of you what you desperately want.
“Inside,” you demand, and Fives moans brokenly, hips twitching forward just from the one word. “You’re so good. Fill me up, Fives, please. Cum for me.”
With one last animalistic growl, Fives thrusts hard, once, twice, then fucks himself as deep into you as he can get, forehead pressed to yours. With a whine, you feel him swell, warmth spilling into your abdomen and filling you in long, luxurious pulses.
He barely gives himself a moment to relish his own relief before he’s moving again. Still buried deep in your cunt, he slips a hand down to where you’re joined together, swiping his calloused thumb through the wet mess and pressing it to your clit. You clench at the unexpected pleasure, and Fives huffs out a sharp breath at the overstimulation. It doesn’t slow him for a second, his soldier’s resolve showing through. He makes slow circles with his thumb, his other hand back at your breasts, grabbing, twisting, caressing. The touch at your clit quickens, switching between running teasing rings around it and pressing roughly against its centre. It’s maddening. His cock had taken you close enough that you’re already near your limit, lungs failing you, leaving you gaping, open-mouthed, white-hot and beginning to unravel.
“That’s it,” Fives coaxes, pressing kisses around your nipple, his goatee scratching electrically over your sensitive skin. Your praises turn incoherent as you hurtle towards your peak, thighs gripping tighter and tighter, fingers scrabbling for purchase on any surface you can find. Your words have left you, until all that remains are the breathy refrains of ‘yes,’ ‘Fives,’ and ‘more.’ You cum with his mouth at your neck and two of his fingers bearing mercilessly down on your clit, dissolving into oblivion screaming his name. Maker knows how long you drift out there, body rolling with the aftershocks, writing in slow motion, before you come back down out of hyperspace, vision still clouded and ears still ringing. You feel it when Fives finally pulls out, whining with overstimulation and wincing when you feel the mess leak onto your thighs. The laugh Fives gives is soft, venomless. 
“Hey, you asked for it.”
You giggle dumbly and swat at his chest, still trying to regain control of your body. You’re pretty sure the grin on your face is beyond goofy. You can’t bring yourself to care.
Neither of you seem ready to leave, even after you’ve cleaned up as best you can and redressed. You’ve both slid down to the floor, leaning beside one another against the wall, facing forward.
“That was…” you trail, clearing your parched throat. A blur in the corner of your vision, Fives nods.
“Yeah.”
Silence sets in. For one terrifying moment, it seems this will end like some of your past flings: with both of you guiltily avoiding eye contact and hurrying along your separate ways. But just when your afterglow is about to be ruined by your own rumination, Fives’ head tips to rest on your shoulder. The weight is a comfort, and he lets the silence linger before he speaks.
“Next time, we should really go back to your apartment. Much easier to clean up.”
Your chest warms, and you twist your head to look down at him.
“Next time?” you say, the smile clear in your voice. Fives picks his head up, but keeps it close to yours, close enough that you can pick each golden fleck in his earth-brown eyes. He leans in, presses a slow kiss to your forehead.
“Yeah. Next time.”
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