#tcw fives x reader | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

madameminor · 10 months

Text

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.

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

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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."

#captain rex fanfic #captain rex x reader #nsft #captain rex smut #tcw fives x reader #madame writes #completely self indulgent

145 notes · View notes

arctrooper69 · 1 year

Text

My Cinderella

A series of shorts and ficlets following Fives and his family in an AU in which clones are allowed to have relationships and actual lives outside of the GAR.

Series Masterlist

Beta read by @agenteliix (You da best!)

***

New Beginnings

Fives is overjoyed when he learns that he is to be a father. That same realization also terrifies him.

Warnings: Pregnancy. Talking about being pregnant. Small mention of blood.

--------------------------------------------------

"Cyare, I'm with child." You frowned. standing in front of the mirror, then rolled your eyes. What am I, a frail woman in a holodrama? You pretended to swoon.

You snorted at the attempted comedy, then straightened up and sighed. Try again.

"Hey baby, guess what? I'm pregnant!" You shook your head. Nope that wasn't it either.

"Hey Fives, guess what's for dinner? A bun in the oven!" You moved your arms wildly, motioning to grandly present your stomach in a dramatic Tah-Dah! moment. Nope. That was even dumber than the last one.

What about just plain and simple? You smiled, "Fives, I'm pregnant."

A resounding crash sounded from behind you and you spun around. Fives stood frozen in the doorway.

"You... you're what!?" He blinked slowly, eyes wide as though he couldn't quite believe what he had just heard.

You froze. Saying it to yourself was one thing but telling Fives, that somehow made everything seem so real.

"I... I'm pregnant." You whispered slowly as if just now coming to that realization yourself. "You're gonna be a father!"

Fives stood in the doorway, leaning heavily against the wooden frame, lips slightly parted.

"Pregnant." he whispered, more of a statement to himself than a question towards you. You're gonna be a father.

Was this a trick? Some holofilm you'd been watching? Did Echo put you up to this? His mind raced between all the scenarios in which you might say those words. None of them felt real. A father. How could he be a father? His heart swelled with pride but all the while a tiny voice from within scolded him sharply. Irresponsible. How could you bring a child into all of this?

But then the sheer joy and disbelief.

A father.

A dad.

Maker, there'd be a mini Fives running around. Rex would love that.

You watched him carefully for a reaction. But there wasn't one. He looked blankly ahead as if his entire being had suddenly stopped working.

Your face fell. He wasn't happy. I should've known better. He's a soldier, he doesn't have time for a baby. A thick knot formed in the back of your throat to accompany the burning in your eyes.

Fives looked surprised but his expression soon turned to one of worry.

"No, no baby, don't cry! What's wrong?!"

Too late. Your chin quivered as you tried hard not to let the disappointed tears spill down your cheeks.

"No, no sweetheart!" Fives rushed forward, folding his arms around you.

"You're not happy?" You sniffed.

Fives let out a laugh so sudden and loud that it made you jump. He pulled away so that he could meet your eyes. "Mesh'la, I'm thrilled!"

"Then why..."

The rest of your question went unsaid as he abruptly met your lips with his.

He pulled away,

"I was just kinda shocked, cyar'ika. I mean.... Me. A dad."

You looked back up at him and couldn't help but giggle. Fives grabbed your hand helping you around the catastrophe on the floor, then paused in confusion as you suddenly jerked your arm from his grasp.

"Fives! You're bleeding!"

"I...what?" He followed your alarmed gaze down to his left hand that was indeed steadily oozing blood from a gash in his palm. "Oh...oops." The two of you surveyed the mess of broken plates on the floor. He winced, looking guiltily back up at your face. You raised an eyebrow, motioning to the smashed dinnerware.

"What was all that stuff for anyway?"

Fives scratched the back of his head, "Uh, well, the old lady next door stopped me and said you might like them. I guess they were supposed to be a present, you know, for the baby or something." He bit his lip, "Sorry, Mesh'la."

You giggled. Granny Em, as you called her, was the first person you told when you found out that you were pregnant. You didn't find much use in fancy dishes but she was so kind to you and you didn't want to refuse her loving gift - not that it mattered now.

Fives groaned as you leaned heavily into his embrace. "I missed you, Mesh'la."

"I missed you too." His lips soon found a home on yours once again. You leaned into the kiss closing your eyes as you felt his hands begin to wander.

"Fives!" You sighed, trying to sound exasperated but the sentiment was quite impossible since you couldn't hold back the growing smile that threatened to overtake your face. "You're still bleeding and it's getting all over my carpet.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry!" Fives pouted, grabbing a towel from the counter beside him. He rested his chin on the top of your head, wrapping you in his arms again.

You couldn't help but smile before you playfully pulled yourself from his embrace, putting on the sternest face you could muster and grabbed his arm. "Come on, into the fresher with you!"

Fives smirked. His eyes held that mischievous twinkle you'd come to know so well. "The fresher you say?" He waggled his eyebrows.

You rolled your eyes. "Not like that."

He growled and swatted at your butt with his good hand as you dragged him over to the fresher.

"Fives!" You scolded as you pulled out the small first aid kit you kept behind the mirror, slapping it lightly into his non-injured palm. "Behave yourself!" The prickly stubble on his face tickled your lips as you placed a peck on his cheek, narrowly avoiding being sucked back into his warm advances.

"Yes ma'am." Fives salutled you playfully. Now it was your turn to swat at him.

"Hey!" he frowned, "How come you get to do that but I'm not allowed."

"Because," you placed another kiss on his cheek as you guided his injured hand to the sink. "Number one, I'm pregnant. And number two, I'm not currently bleeding all over the sink."

"Yeah, yeah." He teased, eyes crinkling as he winked at you.

****

You sighed contentedly, leaning on Fives' bare shoulder as he cleaned himself off.

"I've missed this."

Fives growled and fell backwards onto the bed taking you down with him.

"I did too."

"I missed you more though." You winked at him. Fives moaned, looping his arms around you so that your head lay on his chest.

"I missed you the most."

You lay in the quiet, enjoying the gentle feeling of being completely at home once again.

Fives chuckled in disbelief, "I still can't believe you're gonna be a mom."

You kissed his chest where you lay. "And you're gonna be a dad."

Fives was silent. You shifted onto your side, leveling to meet his eyes.

"What's wrong?"

Fives sighed. "I just....I never had a father." He scoffed, "I dont even have parents at all!" He met your eyes, then looked away as if he was embarrassed. "What if..." he spoke so softly you could hardly hear him. "What if I mess up? What if I can't be a good dad?" His voice wavered, broken in a way you'd never heard from him before. "It's just... I'm a soldier, babe. A clone soldier at that. They'll send me out wherever they want. And... And what if -"

"Oh Fives," you whispered softly cutting him off, gently resting your forehead on his. "It's okay to be scared. I'm scared too. Having a kid - it'll be something we have to learn together. This is all new to me too."

He lifted his head meeting his lips with yours. "I know, Mesh'la. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry. We'll get through this together and tackle any problems if they arise." You kissed him softly. "I know you'll make a wonderful dad."

"And you'll make a wonderful mom."

--------------------------------------------------

@zoeykallus @ttzamara @nahoney22 @merkitty49 @viva-la-whump @agenteliix @dumpsters-little-matchbook @nekotaetae @ladykatakuri @loverofclones @heyitsaloy @padawancat97 @jambolska-grozdova @flyingkangaroo @melymigo @rain-on-kamino @jiabeewrites @my-own-oracle @dragonrider9905 @queenofspades6 @ordinarylokix @jupitersaturnapollo @queencousland101

If you want to be on my taglist, feel free to send me a message! Also, asks are open! Reblogging is very much encouraged and it makes me do a happy dance every time any of my writing gets reblogged 😂❤️

197 notes · View notes

ariadnes-red-thread · 1 year

Text

Heartbeat

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

259 notes · View notes

taska-rokanh · 3 months

Text

Star Wars Masterlist

Prequels

Nothing yet

The Clone Wars

Good Night - Platonic Obi-wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader

Attachment - Platonic Obi-wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader

Overprotective - Platonic Obi-wan Kenobi x Padawan!Reader (coming soon)

Fives drabble

Shattered Stars Masterlist (series featuring OCs)

The Bad Batch

Snowkissed - Crosshair x Reader

Standalone Movies/Shows

Georgia - Cassian Andor Drabble

Rebels

Something in the works!

Originals

The Mandalorian/TBOBF/Ahsoka Shows

Nothing yet

26 notes · View notes

mara-tevith-solo · 1 year

Text

Keeping Secrets

Just something quick with our favorite walking disaster. Still miss this guy :’(

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x Terran!reader

Warnings: Quickie, established secret relationship, smut, intimacy, Krell’s a bitch.

rated: 18+

Words: 1.6k+

It had been a routine patrol, nothing special, no surprises. The shift had actually been blissfully uneventful. All you wanted was sleep as you trudged back towards your barracks, even as lonely as it was. Krell had ordered for you to be separated from the others just because you were female. "Pathetic as she is, she can cause trouble and distraction with the men. Put her somewhere else." He'd snarled at Rex. You could feel the anger and reluctance radiating from under his helmet, but you didn't argue. You couldn't make things harder on the poor Captain. Even with how badly the room echoed, you were still looking forward to your bunk.

A hand snapped out of the shadows of an alcove, clamping around your mouth and dragging you in before you could even utter a peep, your eyes wide with panic. As soon as you were caged against a chest you were fighting back, elbows shoving back as hard as you could, your head snapping back to try and break their nose "Mesh'la! Mesh'la it's me!" Fives's voice was the barest whisper over the thunder of your beating heart, your breaths ragged under his palm as you stood still and processed what’d just happened. You weren't still for long though, stomping down on his foot to make him let you go "Ow! Ow ow ow!" He hissed as loudly as he dared, hopping on one foot as he held the affected one.

You crossed your arms as you scowled at him, completely displeased with his behavior "What the fuck were your thinking, Fives?" You hissed at him exasperatedly. You had expected him to seek out time with you, like he always did, but you hadn't expected him to simulate just how easy it would be to kidnap you during a hostile occupation.

You could practically feel the blush on his face, could imagine the blinding heat of it as he straightened up and rubbed the back of his neck "I... I just wanted to see you, cyare. It's been a while since I last kissed you. I missed you." He explained, hitting you with his best puppy eyes in the dim light, hope shining in his eyes like search lights.

You had to admit, as crazy as the ARC Trooper drove you, you absolutely loved him. And you absolutely could not resist him, or stay mad at that face for long "Come here, you big dork!" You groaned, pressing yourself back against him, one hand tangling in the short hair at the nape of his neck while the other clung to his chest plate. He was smiling as your lips met, savoring the taste of each other as his hands gripped desperately to your waist, like he was afraid you'd suddenly disappear if he was too happy.

The kiss quickly became hungry, his mouth gladly swallowing every encouraging sound you gave him as he spun the both of you around and pressed you into the wall, your backplate clacking softly against the duracrete, his hands wondering everywhere your armor wasn't. "Need you, pretty girl." He groaned as the two of you pulled back ever so slightly, lips still ghosting across each other, noses caressing each other.

His words made you moan softly, your core clenching in anticipation "You can have me, big boy." You spoke low and soft, moving so that every word was uttered directly into his ear, just how he liked. He felt like he'd died and gone to heaven every time you said those words, wondered how he got so lucky. He wanted to throw you over his shoulder and run all the way to your barracks, but you both knew that that would attract too much attention, and maybe even Kix's ire because people would think you were hurt. You picked up your helmets were they'd both been dropped before slipping them on, sinking into professionalism as you walked side by side.

None of the Troopers you passed questioned the sight of their mascot walking beside the ARC Trooper, the two had been, publicly anyway, good friends for over a year, practically since the anomaly had spat you out in the middle of a GAR barracks on Coruscant. They all just saluted and waited for you both to pass before continuing about their business. When you finally managed to reach your barracks, the door was locked tight behind you and his helmet was lying on the floor before you had time to blink, your helmet quickly joining his as you threw it off with as much careless abandon as he had. His hands were quick and clumsy as they began undoing your armor, his lips hurried and demanding against yours as your fingers worked at his own buckles. There were pieces of armor strewn everywhere, his kama hanging off of an empty bunk, his belt in a corner, your pauldron by the door, but neither of you cared about the mess. His touch made you both moan, his flesh warm compared to the chilled air of the room, gliding over your skin until you had gooseflesh. "So beautiful." He praised in a whisper, his pupils so dilated you were almost worried he couldn't see.

"Just for you." You promised him as you pressed your palms against his pectorals, his heart beating wildly in his chest. You pressed a gentle kiss just under his collarbone, taking your time to even nip and lick at the spot, teasing what was left of his resolve.

He groaned and lifted you in one swift motion, your legs wrapping around his waist on instinct as his hands gripped your ass so sinfully. Before you could even think about it, your lips teasing his, he thrust up into you, very nearly hilting on the first go, the familiar burn of the stretch exciting you further until you were practically gushing around him. He didn't give you time to adjust to his girth, rocking you on his cock as he held you, creating the perfect pace. "Feel so fucking good, cyare." He groaned through clenched teeth.

You eyes clenched shut involuntarily as he began teasing that one spot inside of you, barely brushing against it with every thrust, your fingers pulling at his hair as gently as you could manage "Fuckkkk, Fives!" You breathed as you threw your head back, your throat on full display. He didn't miss a beat as he walked to your bunk, laying you on it while staying inside of you, his hands gripping your thighs and holding your legs down as he shifted himself how he wanted. He leaned forward over you, pressing his shoulders into your legs and letting them go as he began thrusting again, the angle setting your nerves aflame with electricity as you cried his name like a prayer, your pussy squelching loudly around his cock as he thrust deeper and deeper into you. That coil in your belly tightened with every thrust until he hit your cervix, bursting the dam in one motion. "Fives!" You cried as he quickly covered your mouth with a hand again, the man's breathes stuttered and raspy as your walls clenched around him in waves.

"You feel so good, baby." He groaned, leaning forward more, deepening his angle, allowing him to get even deeper with every thrust. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you came again without warning, your walls sucking him in further, tightening and milking him for all he was worth. He hadn't wanted to cum so soon, he'd wanted to savor you, but sometimes things didn't work out like you wanted them to. He tried to stay as silent as possible as he came, his cock pulsing inside of you as he painted your walls. You both stayed there, his cock still twitching teasingly as you regained your breath, holding him close as he helped you move your legs off his shoulders. He loved it when you held him after sex, how you hugged him with your whole being, legs around his waist as he relaxed into you. It was something he'd never even think of trading for all the credits in the galaxy. You stayed like that as long as you dared, enjoying each other's presence on painfully borrowed time "I need to go now, sweetheart." He frowned against your neck before pulling away, already missing your embrace as you waited for him to fully pull away.

"Will I at least see you in the morning?" You asked softly as you sat up, watching him collect his gear and slowly get dressed again.

He came back after he had his underwear and his blacks bottoms on, sitting on the bed beside you, warm hand cupping your cheek tenderly "Of course, bright and early like always." He promised with a gentle smile.

You couldn't help but smile back, his smiles always so contagious "Good. Seeing you in your armor is better than the strongest cup of caf." You giggled as he blushed, grinning like a happy Nexu before he pulled you into a quick kiss. "Better get dressed, big boy. Don't want Rex wonderin' where you are." You pulled back with a wink, leaving the man to chase after you slightly for another kiss before he abandoned the idea in favor of dressing quickly. Rex had been the only one so far to even have an inkling that you two were more than friends, having nearly caught you several times, and you having to lie in place of Fives so that the secret could remain. The entire GAR knew Fives couldn't lie to save his life, after all. Fives stole one last kiss before he left, you locking the door behind him and making your way to the fresher, wanting to wash the day away before you caught some sleep.

#arc trooper fives #ARC trooper fives x reader #fives x reader #tcw fives x reader #smut #The Clone Wars

120 notes · View notes

keep-calm-and-drink-caf · 6 months

Text

“ dance with me, darling ”

A Fives one-shot

Pairing: Fives x fem!Reader (I’ve tried to keep it as neutral as I could, but I think it might work better with reader being female)

Words count: 1.6k

Warnings: No use of (Y/N), use of pet names (love, darling), use of Mando’a nickname (cyare, darling) kissing, making out, a small sexual reference but it’s so small it may not actually matter idk, and I think that’s all! Mostly just fluffy stuff <3

A/N: I’m sorry if I butchered pasta but I don’t know how to make it any way else without searching for a recipe 😭 also, this is my first time sharing any of my writing with the internet - please be kind 🫶 Any constructive criticism or suggestions are welcome :D

So I had this stored in my notes and I kind of maybe liked it! I’m working on a Mando/Din x reader thing along with several others so it’s really just a race to see which one piques my creativity so much that I choose it and get it done lol

Expect the first chapter of the din x reader sometime soon! Uni is kicking my butt right now so I don’t have a concrete date but I’ll try my best :)

Have a soft Fives one-shot for fall (and spooky) month <3

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

It was a quiet, cozy night for you. Fives was on shore leave for a week and so you got to spend some peaceful quality time with the love of your life, in whatever way that manifested itself.

Presently you lay on the couch and scrolled mindlessly on your datapad as Fives sat with your head in his lap, gently playing with your hair. The soft sound of the clock ticking filled the comfortable silence between you as you both relaxed together.

“We should cook something,” He suddenly spoke up, and at his words you looked up at him from your datapad, a skeptical brow lifting. His eyes had started to sparkle with excitement, a plan already forming in his head. “You know, like a pasta or something. C’mon, it’ll be fun.”

“Fives, love, I’m not very sure you should be trusted within three metres of the stove again,” You chuckled softly, reaching a hand up to brush your fingers against the base of his chin, smoothing down some of the hair in his goatee. “Do I really need to remind you of that time where you almost burnt down the kitchen trying to make bread?”

He pretended to pout sadly. “That was one time,” Fives complained, gently tickling your sides and causing you to squirm slightly as you batted his fingers away playfully. “And I know how to use a stove properly now, cyare, really. Stop laughing!”

He attacked your sides again, launching a barrage of tickles as you giggled and tried to squirm out of his gentle but firm grasp. “Fine, fine,” You gasped, wheezing slightly and still giggling. “Pasta it is. Nothing too fancy, right? I’m not sure our combined cooking skills could handle anything more than a simple penne and marinara…”

“That’s my girl,” Fives said happily, leaping up from the couch. You followed, slightly reluctant to leave your comfy position. “Okay, let’s see. A recipe for penne marinara. Here, this looks relatively easy, right?”

You angled your head to look over his shoulder at the recipe he had found. “Well… yeah, that looks pretty easy. Could you get the tomatoes for me? They’re on the highest shelf over there.”

Once you had assembled all the ingredients, you debated whether to assign yourself the more difficult task of properly making the marinara sauce or give it to Fives. “Fives, boil the pasta f’me, will you, love?” You passed him the uncooked penne and got out the pasta pot. “Try not to set the kitchen on fire.”

You got out the tomatoes, starting to mash them with the back of a spoon. You crushed a few cloves of garlic and let them steep in olive oil before adding the tomato paste into the garlic-laced oil and letting it cook. You leaned against the kitchen island, watching Fives carefully put the penne into the water, making sure the heat was set to just the right temperature and waiting for them to boil.

He watched the water for five whole minutes before sighing. “Well, this is kind of boring.”

“Five minutes,” You smiled at him, pretending to tap the nonexistent watch on your wrist. “That’s a new personal best, isn’t it?”

He stuck his tongue out at you like a huffy little toddler before coming over and leaning against the counter with you, placing a soft kiss to your right temple. “I missed you, cyare,” He murmured against your skin, his hands coming to rest around your waist as he drew you closer into him. “So much, every day.”

He brought your hand up to his chest to rest over his heart, feeling the steady beat through the thin layers of clothing as opposed to the thick plastoid armour. “You feel this heart? It beats for you, my darling, and only you,” Fives said with a soft smile, quoting the first ever sappy romantic holofilm you both had watched together, before it started the tradition to do so every time Fives came back on shore leave.

“You’re such a sap,” You shook your head affectionately, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips. “I missed you too, Fives.”

You wanted to stay like that forever, relishing the comforting hold he had on your waist, but the timer going off brought you back to your senses. Fives, being closer to the stove, turned the heat off for the marinara sauce so that it wouldn’t burn, then flipped a switch on the radio with a goofy, adorable grin at you.

“Dance with me, darling,” He chuckled, watching your expression turn into one of mixed exasperation and affection as one of the most annoying lively old love songs you had ever heard started playing merrily on the radio. “Come on, cyare, don’t be such a debbie downer.”

“I hate this song,” You complained, but a small grin was forming on your lips. You let him grab your right hand and extend it over your head as he twirled you around the kitchen as if you were both in one of those old romantic comedies he loved watching with you so much. Your left hand came to rest on his shoulder to stabilize yourself in case you managed to overbalance while he spun and dipped you.

“That’s the idea,” Fives grinned at you, his eyes fixed on yours as if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen — which, of course, you were. As the music slowed and trailed off, he pulled you closer, taking your chin between his index finger and thumb. You both moved like clockwork as your lips met in a sweet, tender kiss. One just soft enough to leave you craving more but long enough to frazzle whatever coherent thoughts were running around in your mind.

Your lungs had just started to burn when you finally pulled away, taking in deep breaths of oxygen that your deprived lungs were crying out for. “That pasta is going to burn,” You giggled breathlessly as Fives swiped his right thumb across your flushed cheek. His eyes crinkled as he laughed, the sound filling the kitchen and going straight to your heart as you felt a rush of fierce affection for him.

“Oh, no, we wouldn’t want that now, would we? Can’t have the kitchen almost burning down again, right cyare? Except, of course, it wouldn’t be my fault this time…” He gave you a smirk and placed a kiss on your forehead and moved away toward the stove, switching off the heat right as the pasta was about to burn. You busied yourself with mixing the pasta into the sauce and cooking it just right, very aware of Fives watching you fondly as he leaned against the doorframe of the kitchen.

“You gonna come here and taste this or just stand there ogling me, love?” You turned to face him with a teasing smirk curled on your mouth. You held up a teaspoon of the marinara, offering it to him. He leaned over and closed his mouth over the spoon, drawing back as the strong flavours of the marinara registered. Fives blinked in surprise. “Oh. Oh, wow, that’s actually… really, really good.”

“Of course it is. Don’t tell me you doubted me?” You set the spoon down and leaned on the kitchen counter, placing a hand on your heart as you gave a dramatic gasp of exaggerated hurt. “Oh, my darling, I had no idea you could be this cruel—“

Fives cut you off with another kiss on your lips, this time a little rougher but only slightly. That shut you up right away, your arms abandoning the simmering pot on the stove to wrap around his neck. His tongue traced along the rim of your bottom lip gently, before the warmth left your mouth and he pulled back with a small chuckle at your whine of protest.

“Plenty of time for that later, cyare,” He cooed at your puppy eyes, tucking a few dislodged strands of hair behind your ear. You pouted with a sad little sigh and turned back to the pasta, turning off the heat once it was well-mixed with the sauce and spooning it into two bowls.

“You ready to taste the final product?” You asked Fives, practically shoving a bowl and a spoon into his hands with an excited gleam in your eye. Fives took the bowl from you with a small chuckle at your enthusiasm. “I have an idea, cyare. Let’s find another one of those romantic holofilms you love so much, yeah?”

Your eyes lit up even more at his suggestion and you immediately nodded, dragging him over to the living room as carefully as you could without spilling the pasta. You got out a fuzzy blanket from the basket near the table. “Fives, love, could you pick out-“ You cut yourself off with a yelp as he grabbed you from behind, easily manoeuvring you into a bridal carry and setting you down on the couch. He plopped down beside you, pulling you into his side and draping the blanket over both of you.

“Here, my princess,” He offered you your bowl of pasta with a smirk, and at the nickname a blush started sweeping across your cheeks again. “You’re such a sap, you know that?” You rolled your eyes affectionately as you picked out a holofilm to watch and he laughed. “Come on, you know you love it.”

“Of course I do, love. And you know I always will.”

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

#fives my beloved #i miss him so much <3 #tcw fives #arc trooper fives #clone trooper fives #tcw fives x reader #fives x reader #arc trooper fives x reader

15 notes · View notes

fett-djarin · 2 years

Text

More Than a Friend

I am incapable of writing porn without feelings. This also has a flimsy excuse of a plot but !! who cares. I’m sorry i havent posted in awhile, I’ve been dealing with a severe lack of motivation and im moving in less than a month! ANYWAY

ARC Trooper Fives x f!Reader - Crossposted on AO3!

Length: 2.6k

Rating: 18+

Warnings/Tags: near death experience (not described), friends to lovers, SMUT, oral (f receiving), grinding, PiV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cowgirl/riding, dirty talk, Fives is a babbler, praise?, discussion of Feelings; please let me know if I missed anything!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

You hadn’t really been thinking when you kissed Fives. Well, what you had been thinking was: Oh shit, we lived. I’m alive. We’re alive–and the relief coursing through you had you turning to your friend and grabbing his cheeks and pulling him down to meet your lips.

Fives froze for a second, completely stunned, before he snapped out of it and met you with equal energy. His lips molded to yours, surprisingly soft. A low groan rumbled from his chest as his hands settled on your hips, sliding around to your lower back to pull you closer. Your fingers wound into his curls–

A loud cough off to the left popped the little bubble you were in. You broke apart with a gasp, heads whipping to the side in wide-eyed shock. Echo was standing there, arms crossed. His bucket was still on, but you could feel the raised-brow look of are you done? through the visor. Hardcase nudged Jesse, their shoulders shaking. Heat rushed to your face, and you looked back at Fives.

He was watching you, a little grin pulling at his lips. He was still holding you. His hands were so warm. “Later?” he offered, and the offer made your heart skip.

“Later,” you agreed, slightly breathless. Fives winked at you, and then let you go with deliberate slowness, hands trailing over your waist.

Later ended up being much later thanks to the injuries, mission report, and debriefing. Being a medic, you were on the medical transport, so you didn’t even get the chance to talk to Fives on the trip back to Coruscant, and with the influx of injured troopers, you were kept busy. It had also given you plenty of time to cool off and let the embarrassment set in. You wanted to slap yourself. It had been a heat of the moment thing, adrenaline rushing through you, you weren’t thinking, and you kissed one of your closest friends. If you were being honest with yourself, he was really handsome. That didn’t help.

You exited the medbay, pinching the bridge of your nose with a heavy sigh. Did you really do that? Did you just fuck up your friendship? Are things going to be awkward now? What if he–the call of your name cut off your racing thoughts.

Fives had found you.

“Hey,” he said, falling into step beside you. He was still in his full kit, helmet tucked in his elbow.

“Hi,” you said, bumping his arm. Then it fell quiet for an awkwardly long pause before you both spoke at once–

“Did you want to–”

“So about earlier–”

He stopped, motioning for you to go ahead. You took a deep breath, quieting your racing mind, and decided to rip the bandaid off. “I’m sorry about earlier–I wasn’t thinking and I overstepped, I shouldn’t have…if I made you uncomfortable…” you trailed off at the expression on Fives’ face. He had become closed off, and looked a little sheepish. “What?” you asked.

“I was actually going to ask if you wanted to pick up where we left off,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a nervous chuckle. “But if you don’t, no hard feelings, I don’t want you to feel–”

You kissed him again, cutting him off. You felt him smile against your mouth before you parted. “Wanna go back to my apartment?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Fuck yeah.”

You stumbled up to your door, giggling as Fives nipped at your neck. His arms wrapped around your waist and he was practically draped over your back as you tried to input the code. He had been teasing you relentlessly on the air taxi ride to your complex, much to the annoyance of the driver, and now your clothes felt too tight and your fingers fumbled on the keys.

Finally the door slid open, and you tugged him inside. He put his hands on your shoulders, stopping you for a second. You looked at him concerned, about to ask if he was okay, but then he spoke. “Before we go further with this, I wanted to ask what this is. Is this a casual thing, or were you thinking something more…?” he waved his hands vaguely.

Your brow furrowed. “Regulation doesn’t allow relationships,” you said. As much as you would like one, you couldn’t put him in danger like that. You would be kicked from service, and he would be decommissioned.

Fives shrugged. “Since when have I been concerned with sticking to the rules?”

You chewed on your lower lip. “You would…risk it? For me?”

“Yes,” he said quickly. “I don’t get to make decisions about a lot of what goes on in my life. So, given the chance, I’m willing to take it. You’re also kriffin’ beautiful, and truth be told, I’ve thought about it before.”

“Fives,” you said, voice wobbling. If he made you cry right before you had sex….

Then he smiled at you, brushing his thumb across your lower lip. Your tongue darted out, tasting the salt of his skin, and his eyes darkened. Then he moved so fast you squeaked as you found yourself lifted in the air, legs wrapping around his waist while he supported you with his hands under your thighs. You moaned into his mouth as his codpiece pressed just right against your core.

“Bedroom?” he mumbled.

“Down the hall on the right,” you said, breath hitching in a whine as he encouraged you to grind down against him. He kissed you again, licking at the seam of your lips, and you opened for him. He was good with his tongue, and your mind presented you with the image of him between your legs, making you writhe and moan and shudder as he showed you just how good he was.

He set you down on your bed and stepped back, starting to take his armor off piece by piece. You followed his lead, sitting up and stripping off your uniform. Your uniform was a lot less complicated than his, so you took the opportunity to lounge back and admire. Fives was down to his briefs and stacked the pieces of his armor neatly, then glanced over at you and smirked at finding you staring.

“See something you like?”

You worried your bottom lip with your teeth. “I do.”

“I do too,” he winked, coming back to the bed and spreading your thighs with his broad palms. Your legs fell open willingly, and he groaned at seeing the glisten of your arousal. “Can I taste you?” He glanced between your eyes and your pussy and you felt a bolt of arousal shoot straight to your core as his tongue wet his lips.

You nodded. Fives bent forward, kissing the meat of your inner thigh. His calloused palms caressed your calf, guiding it to rest over his shoulder. A shiver wracked your body as his breath ghosted over where you were desperate and dripping for him.

"Shit, baby, you're so wet. All for me?" He teased you, but the look in his eyes was hungry. You threaded your fingers through his hair and he glanced up. "You can pull if you want. Don't worry, I like it," he said, and before you could answer that, his dexterous tongue licked a firm stripe up through your folds. Your head tipped back and he moaned at your taste.

Arousal pooled at your core with each swipe of his tongue. Your grip in his hair tightened when he circled your clit, teasing it with just the tip of his tongue before sucking lightly on the little bud. His rumbling, self-satisfied chuckle caused a delicious vibration that made you squirm, and he quickly banded one arm over your hips so you didn't buck him off.

"Taste so fuckin' good, baby, I could drown in this sweet pussy–" he mumbled. His tongue teased your entrance, lapping up your arousal before pushing inside. The feeling of him fucking you with his tongue and the vibrations of his moans against you pulled a high keen from your throat, and you might have been embarrassed if he wasn't making you feel so fucking good right now.

"Fives," you moaned, tugging on his hair, grinding shamelessly against his face. "Fives, I'm gonna cum–"

"Mmm, good," he said, then he did something that absolutely blinded you. He shifted the arm across your hips so his hand splayed over your mound, thumb dipping down to pull the hood of your clit up. The slick muscle of his tongue pressed right up under it before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked while simultaneously massaging it with his tongue. The hand previously on your thigh shifted around to grab a handful of your ass, practically dragging you forward onto his face.

Fives held you tight as that coil inside you snapped. You cried out loudly as your cunt spasmed and Fives dipped back down to feel you clench around his tongue and taste the flood of your arousal, thumb now rubbing circles on your oversensitive bundle of nerves to prolong your orgasm. You shuddered and moaned through the aftershocks, thighs trying to close around his head and you didn't know whether to use your grip in his hair to hold him to you or shove him away, but he just pulled you closer. His tongue stroked through your soaked folds slowly, gently as you came down. Your chest heaved and Fives placed one last deceptively-chaste kiss to your clit, making you jerk from overstimulation.

His pupils were blown wide, turning the deep brown of his irises almost black. His chin and goatee were shiny with your release. "Come here," you urged, voice shaky, and Fives crawled up your body so you could pull him down for a kiss. You moaned, tasting yourself on his tongue.

You dragged a hand down his firm chest to palm the hard outline of his cock. He hissed into your mouth when you stroked him through the fabric of his briefs.

"You want more?" He asked, then groaned, forehead falling to your shoulder as your hand dipped beneath the waistband to feel him skin-to-skin. The warmth of arousal flared in your core feeling the pearls of precum leaking from his tip. He was so hard, practically throbbing at your touch.

"Fuck me," you whispered in his ear. He shuddered above you, hips twitching into your hand. "Please, Fives."

"I'd be an idiot to say no to that," he said. Fives rolled the both of you, holding on to your hips to anchor you to him, now seated on his lap. The bulge of his cock pressing against your cunt made your breath catch. “Want you to ride me, gorgeous.”

The rough timbre of his voice had a slip of wetness pooling at your entrance, and you shivered. “Fuck. Fuck, okay,” you agreed. You shifted up on your thighs enough to worm your hand down your bodies. The fabric of his briefs was the last barrier between you. Fives lifted his hips just enough to help shove them down and off his legs, finally leaving him bare.

Oh, this was so much better. You hummed as you settled your weight on him, dragging the slick seam of your pussy over the hot skin of his cock. Each roll of your hips became easier, turning into a smooth glide as you dripped onto him, spreading your arousal up and down the underside of his shaft. The head of his cock nudged your clit with each pass, then he was hitching your hips forward and you reached down to angle him just right to slot against your entrance–

Simultaneous moans filled the air as you sank down on him. Fuck he was thick, stretching your walls in the best way. His hands smoothed up and down your sides, feeling each curve of your body, the softness of your skin. “There you go,” he encouraged, squeezing your hips, “just like that.”

Your breathing was harsh when your hips met his. You were so full, and he was so deep inside you, brushing against that toe-curling spot on your walls. The first tentative rock of your hips was electrifying and had you planting your hands on his chest to ground yourself. Fives murmured small praises and dirty whispers all the while, guiding your rhythm as you lifted off him before grinding back down. Fucking beautiful, feel so good, keep going, baby, fuck–

Every downstroke pressed his pubic bone against your clit, and of course Fives noticed how you lingered there for a second–his smirk should have warned you–then he was pulling you down further, holding you impaled on his length and grinding up, hitting your g-spot and putting more pressure on your clit all at once. The intense wave of pleasure wrenched a loud, surprised moan out of your mouth and you clenched around him.

“Fives,” you cried, head falling back. Your nails dug into his skin and he laughed breathlessly, doing it again. If you had been steadily building up to your orgasm before, now it was a full-on sprint. Fives planted his feet and began thrusting up into you, meeting you halfway as you came down, and it was over. Each snap of his hips against yours forced high whines and moans from you and your walls fluttered around him. You weren’t even lifting yourself anymore, overwhelmed by sensation–his strong hands supported you and lifted you up before tugging you back onto his cock with each sharp thrust.

“C’mon, baby, cum on my cock,” he ground out. “You’re squeezing me so tight–fuck, you get so wet when you’re about to cum, huh? Right there, let go for me–” He was right, the wet slap of skin-on-skin punctuating each thrust, your arousal making a mess of your thighs and dripping down his balls. His stream of praise and begging you to cum made you hot, and you were so fucking full, too full, too good–

You sobbed out as the building pleasure tightening in your core reached its breaking point and burst. Your orgasm hit you like a high wave on a windy day, toppling you over and dragging you down, down, down, awash in pleasure. You nearly doubled over as your muscles spasmed, cunt squeezing tight around his thick length with each pulse. Fives pulled you down to rest flat on his chest, head tucked under his chin as he slowed his thrusts, keeping you riding that high without tipping you into painful overstimulation. Judging by the way his breathing was ragged, he was close, too.

“In me,” you begged, turning your head so you could nuzzle his throat. Your teeth grazed his pulse point lightly and he moaned, hips stuttering. “Cum in me, Fives.” His arms tightened around you, crushing you to him as he let out a deep, wordless groan, his cock throbbing as he spilled his release deep in your pussy.

Fives’ hands rubbed soothing motions over your back as your breathing slowed. He was content to let you lay on top of him as long as you wanted. His lips pressed into your hair in a soft kiss.

“Fives,” you began quietly, and the motions paused. You could feel him watching you curiously. “Were you…serious before? You’d want something more with me?”

“Yes,” he answered with no hesitation. “I’ve thought about it. About you. As a friend, and as more than a friend. I didn’t act on it because I didn’t know if you felt the same. But then earlier…” when we both nearly died was left unspoken, and you felt him shrug under you. “I knew you did. So if you’ll have me….”

You propped yourself up on your elbows so you could look into his eyes. You’d been scared to put him in danger, but he was in danger every day regardless. And if he was unafraid…you would be unafraid with him. “Of course.” You leaned in to press a tender kiss to his lips. “I’m yours.”

351 notes · View notes