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A hand on his shoulder has him gritting teeth and hunching over his currently mismatched pieces of armor in fear of it being taken away.
"Dogma, it's all going to be trashed, you know this. The general doesn't allow reused armor for us and only brand new. If it ends in the bin, it's going to the smelter."
Dogma knows this, but there was still a system in place!
Omg congratulations!! 🎉Your writing is amazing and u deserve so much and more!
Could I request something smutty with, maybe, seducing Dogma? I'm so soft for this man đź’•
thank you so much @kirinpl sorry it took so long. hope you enjoyđź’“
What’s the Harm in a Little Fun?***
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Dogma X F!Reader
word count: 3.6k
warnings: NSFW, minors be gone. kinda a hookup scenario ,reader wearing lingerie, dogma being well dogma, dirty talk, praise, lap dance, dry humping, thigh riding, blowjob.
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Dogma was never one to put himself out into the open, let his vulnerabilities show or break protocol but when he entered 79’s that night - he wasn’t expecting to be leaving with someone else.
It was Tup’s idea of course to drag him to the clone bar since he rarely got out of the barracks and actually relaxed and had fun with the boys. Of course, Tup wasn’t expecting Dogma by the end of the night to be dancing on the tables or singing terribly on the Karaoke machine by any means. But if he could get his brother to just have some fun then it’d be a success for the night.
So, sitting at a booth was Dogma himself, Tup, Fives, Jesse and Appo. Drinks were in their hands but Dogma was still tense at the new atmosphere. He was so used to just cleaning back at the barracks, rereading protocols or even cleaning his weapons. But here he sat, drinking somewhat miserably from a plastic cup of a drink he wasn’t even fond of; he just got whatever Tup suggested. He sat back against the booth, letting the others mingle into their own conversations where Dogma would put his two credits in if he had anything interesting to say. Instead, he thought about the war and how he would much rather be on his own in the barracks. The music was too loud as well.
“Long time no see boys.”
A voice called over the music, all the clones looking up with beaming smiles on their faces (aside from Dogma) when a young woman stood in front of them, hands akimbo.
Fives says your name, raising a cup. “It’s so good to see you! Been a while.”
Dogma noticed that your laugh was soft and that your skin around your eyes would slightly crinkle as you did.
“I only just got back from Ryloth last night. It’s been a long five months.” You sighed with a playful roll of your eyes. “All better now that I get to see my boys in blue however.”
Dogma was starstrucked. Completely. You stood in front of the table looking all pretty and practically glowing and it wasn’t just the strobe lights that made you glow; you just radiated this luminescent glimmer. He had never met you before but clearly you were a regular at the bar.
“May I sit with yous for a while? I won’t stay long.”
“Sure.” Jesse smiles and gestures to the only seat available and that was beside Dogma. He did shift a little, offering some room as you slid into the booth beside him and let out a sigh of content. “You guys been here long?”
You ask aloud and Appo glances down at his datapad. “Around two hours.”
“Two hours?” You say somewhat amused, glancing over at Tup. “I’m surprised you’re not laying on the table, shirtless drinking from a barrel with a straw again.” You teaser, the clone's cheeks burning bright red.
“That was one time!” He defended himself but laughed all the same. Dogma cracked a smile at this, kind of wishing he was there to witness it.
“I’m going to get another drink, do you want anything?” Fives slid out of the booth and cast his attention to you.
“The usual please.”
“Coming right up.” Fives winked before disappearing into the dancing crowd and that’s when you suddenly remembered you were sitting beside someone you haven’t even met.
“Hello!”
Dogma was surprised at your sudden bubbly address to him, side-eyeing you as you practically beamed at him. “Hi.”
“I’ve not seen you before.” You say as a fact, tilting your head to the side as you look a little more closely at the clone. Obviously his distinctive feature was the tattoo on his face but his eyes were exceptionally bright. A lot brighter than his brothers.
“This ain’t really my thing.” He mumbles, not sure how to feel about you talking to him. You were very pretty but he also wasn’t keen on the fact that you knew he hadn’t really been here before.
“Oh.” You say, thanking Fives quickly as he slipped a drink in front of you, holding the glass in your right hand. “I would’ve definitely remembered you is all.”
Dogma’s heart flipped at that. Was you… flirting? He turned to look at you, properly this time as you popped a straw into your mouth and your eyes locked onto his and you smirked whilst throwing in a wink.
He swallowed the unforeseen lump in his throat and smiled shyly as he glanced away, going back to his own drink. Tonight was going to be a long night.
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Dogma stayed longer than what he initially anticipated. Supposedly, that was your fault. The boys were curious as to what you were up to on Ryloth and when you said that you were helping setting up homes and food shelters for the Twi’leks during the war, Dogma couldn’t help but like you. Not only were you pretty but you were also astonishingly kind hearted.
“Ah, it’s getting late. I have an early duty in the morning so I should head off.” Appo announces, standing to his feet.
You nod, swigging the rest of your drink in only one gulp. “Same here. It’s getting late.”
“Dogma will walk you home!”
All of them turned to Tup whose hair was slightly disheveled, eyes slightly red from the alcohol consumption.
“I-I will?” Dogma said awkwardly, not really thinking it was appropriate to do such a gesture but as he turned to look at you, you smiled.
“I wouldn’t mind the company.” Shrugging, you pull your clutch to your side and begin walking, saying your farewells to the others whilst Dogma stood back and contemplated what to do.
You were walking out the door and Fives pushed his shoulder. “Go on!”
“It's against the rules.” Dogma shakes his head although his body didn’t exactly move away from the direction of the door you left through.
“Oh yeah,” Jesse snickers, “it’s against the rules to escort a lady home. Get going before she disappears.” Jesse gave him the last nudge he needed, physically and mentally.
“Dank farrick, fine.” Dogma mumbles yet he was somewhat eager to leave the bar. Whether it is walking with you or just to get out of there.
He leaves the bar, the cold Coruscant air hitting his skin. He didn’t see you at first but then his eyes drifted a little more to the left and you were leaning against a wall, arms folded and a grin spread on your lips when your eyes once again met his. “Nice of you to join me.” You announce as he walks towards you, his hand rubbing the back of his neck.
“You live far away, ma’am?”
You sucked on the inside of your cheek, the natural light of Coruscant making Dogma looking rather desirable. The sun was setting, wonderfully backlitting him and you swore his eyes matched the colour of the sun. “Why? You trying to get rid of me sooner?”
“N-No.” Dogma stutters awkwardly although he does keep looking round as if he should not be talking to you at all. “Shall we?” He suggests for you both to walk.
“We shall.”
The two of you began walking back to your apartment, both making small talk. You didn’t speak much to him inside the bar, you could tell he was out of his comfort zone so didn’t want to pester so maybe you could try and get him to open up more.
“How’s life being a soldier? Can’t imagine it being much fun.” Dogma didn’t laugh at this like you’d have hoped; it came to your attention quite quickly that he was not a man who liked to have fun. Maybe you could change that.
“Hard. But I am respected for it.” He answers, puffing his chest a little further out with his head held high.
“Indeed you are but Dogma… you have to relax sometimes. Come out drinking with us a little more.” You suggested with a tiny bit of hope that he’d consider but he shook his head.
“It’s my duty to serve the Republic, not go out drinking.” He replies stiffly.
You rolled your eyes at him and nudged his arm with your own. “Likewise but that isn’t stopping you from having a little fun is it?”
Dogma found his words caught in his mouth, knowing that you were probably right but he didn’t want to admit it. “I don’t have time for fun.”
Again, you roll your eyes and let him allocate what was deemed as fun or not in his mind until your apartment complex soon came into view. “Well,” you bring your clutch to your front and roll on the balls of your feet, “this is me.”
He looks up at the building, finding it a suitable accommodation and a lot nicer than the barracks back at the base or on Kamino. “I hope you have a pleasant evening ma’am.” He nods curtly but freezes as you reach out to him, gently stroking a single finger up his forearm.
“I think I know what could make this evening more pleasant for the both of us…” Your voice was laced with enticement, a small heat emerging in your stomach at your bold suggestion.
Dogma blinked at you, innocently and confused. “And what would that be… ma’am?” He gulps the last part, his heartbeat quickening as your finger moves further up his arm and to his shoulder. A part of him wished he wore his pauldrons so the heat of your touch didn’t send his mind running wild.
“I was hoping…” you take a step forward to him, your warm breath purposely fanning across his face as you look up at him, “that I could show you how I like to have fun.”
Dogma was now fully aware that you were enticing him and quite frankly, he didn’t know what to do. Good soldiers follow orders - that’s all he had known. Could he really go against what he was always told not to do? Never to have any relationships? His heart was thumping against his chest and didn’t realise he was gawking down at you for longer than necessary.
“Dogma.” You breathe his name so softly that his knees almost buckled beneath him. “I’ll be in my room, if you want to come… then come. I won’t be upset if you don’t show.” You tell him honestly, seeing his tense shoulders relax upon hearing your words. You pull away from him and push open the door and give him a final look. “I’m room 22E on the second floor.”
Just like you had done at the bar, you left Dogma to hopefully come after you. You took the lift, a calm expression on your face but sincerely wished, despite your words, that the handsome clone would maybe pay you a visit tonight.
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Inside your apartment, you were currently in the refresher, brushing through your hair when you heard your door knock. Your eyes widened a little, surprised that Dogma actually came. You had waited maybe ten minutes before you got changed into something a little more… comfortable. If you weren’t going to dress for him you could always dress for yourself.
“Door’s open.” You call out from the refresher, loud enough that you heard the door slide open.
Dogma stepped into the main room, wiping the sweat of nerves away from his brow. He glances around, seeing that you weren’t there. “Hello?” He called out, cursing that his voice was slightly shaken. The galactic radio was playing, music echoing quietly around the room. He also noticed that the lights were slightly dim so it was easy on the eye and not blinding.
“Hey Dogma. Take a seat and I’ll be out in a moment.” You tell him, grabbing a robe from a hook inside the refresher and tying it around your body. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, giving yourself a once over as you took in your appearance.
Dogma sat on the small cream coloured armchair by the window, leaning forward with his hands clasped together, knee bouncing. A part of him was telling him to flee before you came into the room but that part of his mind stopped working when the door to the refresher slid open and you stepped out, leaning against the frame of the door.
The robe you wore was short, not hiding the fact you were wearing a pair of long dark stockings. His eyes almost bulged out of his head and the thought of you dressing up for him made his length tighten against his blacks.
“I thought you weren’t going to show up.” You tell him, folding your arms over your chest as the stunned clone stares across at you.
Dogma cleared his throat, eyes prying away from your legs and up to your face. “I thought I wasn’t going to come.” He tells you truthfully.
You push away from the doorframe and take slow, enticing steps towards him, watching him sit up straighter. “What made you change your mind?”
Dogma breathed out shakily, not realising you had crossed the room so quickly until you stood in front of him, the front of your robe becoming slightly loose. “N-not sure yet, ma’am.” He tried so hard to keep his eyes on your face but the sight of your slightly exposed chest was making his mouth salivate.
“Well,” you smirk down at him, eyes flicking from his lips to his eyes, “let me show you.”
The tie around your robe slipped through your fingers as you began to untie it from your body, the robe billowing open to reveal your desirable attire.
Dogma’s mouth slacked open, your lingerie came into full view. Black and laced bra, a garter to match which hooked onto your stockings came into his view. “Wow.” He compliments as soon as the robe dropped from your body and pooled by your feet.
You giggle softly, turning around slowly to let him have a full glimpse of what you had to offer, your hands trailing up your thighs to your waist. “Tell me,” you face him again, standing between his legs before moving yourself into his lap. Your legs rested on either side of him as his cheeks burned red, his arousal evident against you, “have you ever done anything like this before?”
Dogma had no idea where to place his hands. Could he touch you? Should he not touch you? He played safe and kept them to his sides, gripping onto the arms of the chair tightly. He shakes his head to your question. “No ma’am.”
“Pity.” You whispered, leaning close to his ear, driving your hips in a downward motion against him which made him shudder and groan at the friction. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing, hm?” You asked for his permission and he could only nod, swallowing the spit that flooded his mouth from the exhilaration.
You leaned into him more, your lips merely brushing against his but not a second before capturing them against your own in a quick kiss, leaving Dogma wanting more. A lot more.
“Kriff.” He breathes once you pull away, his lips parted as you begin to grind against his lap, slow and seductive movements as you lock eyes.
You hummed in amusement at his reaction, your hands coming to the back of his neck as you push yourself up, your chest directly eye-level for him as the soft lace brushes against his nose. He inhaled, your scent intoxicating him as your cleavage brushed against him.
The music in the background as well as the lighting certainly added to the atmosphere, no thoughts of war crossed his mind, no thoughts of being reprimanded by his leaders either had haunted him. Instead, it was just him and you. You were so beautiful, he couldn’t believe his luck to have such an exotic sight in front of him or even dance against him.
“You can touch me.” You tell him softly, leaning into his neck and licking a long strip against his exposed skin.
“I, erm, I don’t know how.”
You pull away from him for a second, taking a hold of both of his hands and placing them on your hips. “Here’s a good starting point. Just do what you think is right.” You instruct, hips rolling against him, your clothed sex grinding agaisnt the bulge in his pants which elicits a beautiful moan from you. You danced on him, sometimes turning around and bending forward, your peachy bum shaking enticingly in front of him. He had to control himself not to give you a firm spank or squeeze. The sight of your panties pressing against your entrance, slightly damp with lust made his cock twitch.
Shifting positions, you move so one of his legs was between yours where you could sit on his thigh comfortably. His thigh was firm against you and you couldn’t help but grind against it for your own pleasure, your head tilting back as you moan gently. His leg was pressed perfectly to your cunt, your panties getting increasingly wetter with each movement you made. Dogma watched you in amazement and decided to take action and push his leg up against you.
“Oh, f-fuck.” Moaning gently, his pants getting slightly damp the more his thigh presses to your clit but you needed more. You reach down towards your garter, taking a hold of your panties and pulling them to the side.
Dogma thought his heart stopped at the sight of your sweet looking pussy.
Catching him staring at your exposed self, you move a finger to his chin and tilt his head up to face you before settling back down on his thigh, grabbing that friction you oh so desired. “Do you like this Dogma?” Your tone was sultry, making sure Dogma looked at you consistently.
“Y-yes.” He gulped, thinking how in the Stars he had managed to get someone pleasure themselves against his thigh in the first place. He held onto your waist firmly and even began to help you grind against him, your little moans of pleasure making him putty.
After a while, you stand. The loss of touch of his hands gently rubbing against your waist suddenly made you feel cold but a heat emerged as you gathered his reaction from when you slowly dropped to your knees on the floor for him, crawling forwards.
Dogma watches in amazement. Never would he ever think he’d be in this position. He knew he was breaking so many rules but as you began to pull at the hem of his pants, letting his cock that was dripping in precum spring to attention, he didn’t care. Especially when he felt your tongue wrap around him. “Such a big boy.” You compliment.
His hips jolted at the sensation. “I-I’m not too sure about that.” He gushed, cheeks clouding with dusts of pink at your compliment for him.
You begged to differ and traced your tongue, warm, hot and wet along him. One of your hands placed to his stomach, feeling his toned body from over his blacks.
“T-this is so wrong.” He jitters, chewing on his lower lip as he looked down at you through half-lidded eyes
You lift your head, replacing your mouth with your hand as you pumped against him, slowly. “Say the word and I’ll stop.”
“Never.” He chuckled low, his deep laugh sent a burst of heat to your gut before your mouth was around him again, using your hand as a guide as you bobbed your head up and down. Your spit mixed in with his precum sloshed around his cock and inside his mouth, both of you groaning in pleasure at the obscene sounds and taste.
“Suck it...agh, just like that.” He grunts, unsure where this dominance was coming from but you loved it. You loved being told what to do. Your tongue circled around the tip, making his hand clump in your hair and push your head lower until your nose brushed against his coarse hair. Gagging, your eyes watered as he held your head there before pulling you away, letting you gasp for air.
“Sorry! Was that too much?” He asked, somewhat panicked by seeing the lone tear drop down your cheek.
“No honey,” you cooed, standing up and extending your hand, “let’s go to my room.”
Dogma exhaled slowly and nodded, standing with shaky knees and leaving the lower part of his blacks by the armchair as you guided him into a new room, a large bed taking up most of the bed.
You lead him over to the edge of the bed, pushing him back with a dominant shove and he falls back, propping himself up on his elbow to take a look at you. His eyes were blown and he could see the heat in your eyes.
He smiled genuinely as he allowed you to seduce him. He watched as your hands go to your back, unclasping your bra and letting your bra drop to the floor; your breasts bouncing from the release. Even before he touched you, he felt his lungs expand with hot air. He felt on fire, watching you strip just for him.
“The fun’s just getting started, darling.” You smirk, moving towards him and crawling over his body where your lips met once again. With the kiss, the smoothness of your body over his was the perfect blend of relaxation and fun.
His hands held onto you as if you would vanish. Regardless of what happens after, whether it is you two never speaking again or him being court-martialed, at least he can just have fun just for tonight.
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Won’t do a part 2 to this - I like how I ended it. Open for interpretation.
