#rex smut

Rex on your doorstep looks smaller than he ever used to. Maybe that’s on you; maybe he’s always been that size and you just never saw it. He drops the excuses that you could already recite before he crosses the threshold, scattering them like confetti that you don’t bother catching anymore.

“I’d do anything,” he says before his feet have quite decided where to stand. The words are raw with a kind of pleading that used to make you soft and compliant. Tonight they do nothing. You watch his hands; the little tremor when he thinks you’ll take him back— and you remember every night you sat on the wrong side of the bed mending him… yet you stay broken. Because two weeks ago he cheated. Again.

“Anything?” you echo. You don’t move from the kitchen island. The light pools across the floorboards, warm and unbothered, just like your resolve. You’re calm, and that calm is the one thing Rex adored about you. Even if it was nerve wracking now.

Rex swallows, “Anything, babe, I’ll— God, I’ll—” He flashes between sincerity and scriptedness, the way a man who’s been given too many opportunities too often, learns how to pray when he doesn’t deserve another.

Before he can invent another promise, the doorbell rings. You watch his face shift—curiosity, annoyance, then a thin, but surprised look as you answer it.

Mark stands there with a small bouquet you didn’t ask for and the exact kind of quiet that perks Rex’s attention. He’s the opposite of Rex in ways Rex hates but can’t name: steady, careful, unshowy. He steps inside like he’s been invited to a private joke only you and Mark understand.

“Hey,” Mark says, and his voice is soft in the way that does not demand attention but does command respect. He looks at you first, like checking the weather; then he looks at Rex, eyes steady and appraising in a way that reads the room and refuses to participate in chaos.

Rex attempts a smile that collapses under Mark’s silence. You motion for Mark to sit across from you, thanking him for the flowers. Leaving the two of them in your living room for a moment to put the bouquet up.

You don’t explain to Rex what’s going on. Mark sits. He folds his hands, and the ordinary, small movement feels like a lesson in how to be composed.

When you come back, You set the rules without drama, “You wanted to do anything,” you say, looking at Rex. “So I’m taking you at your word. There’s no shouting, no begging. You’ll Just watch.”

Rex’s jaw works, his eyes narrowing as he looks between you and the guy he considers a friend, “What— what is this?”

“You said you’d do anything to get me back,” you say, your voice a bit cold, forced as you look at him, “I want you to know how it felt to know you’ve been out sleeping with whoever.”

Mark’s smile is almost apologetic— gentle, a little amused. He reaches for your hand and squeezes it once, reverently, like he’s affirming a fact, not stealing anything. You’re all friends, but you know how to push Rex’s buttons.

Rex’s breath hitches, “You can’t— this is humiliating.”

“Just like it was humiliating to me to find out you slept with someone else behind my back… again?” you ask simply before adding, “You made this bed.”

Mark starts talking to you in that low, deliberate way that makes conversation feel like shelter. He remembers small things: the way you liked coffee with two sugars and how you always tucked your hair behind your left ear when you were nervous. He praises the way you handled the meeting you had last week, the quiet steadiness with which you make decisions with the team and with other heroes. The praise is intimate because it is precise, polar opposite to Rex.

“You’re brilliant,” Mark says, and he doesn’t flirt. He names qualities, and every syllable is a clean mirror to you at your soul, “You don’t need saving. You’re patient and fierce in equal measure and you forgive more than anyone should…” before he gives a pointed look to Rex, who shifts under Mark’s gaze and rolls his eyes.

His praise lands on you like sunlight— gentle, warm. Mark wasn’t saying these things in a tone that sounds like love, because that’s not what this is. It’s not about swapping one man for another in your book either. It’s about demonstrating what it looks like when someone sees you fully. You needed to make a point to your ex boyfriend.

Rex flinches at each detail. At Mark’s mention of the way you hold your coffee cup, at his recall of your nervous habit. You can see the old arrogance that Rex uses as armor, crack because he recognizes what Mark’s offering: attention without manipulation. It’s attention he can’t buy with apologies.

“You hear that?” you ask, and your voice is careful, almost clinical, “Do you hear how cares?”

Rex’s hands ball into fists at his sides, “I never meant—”

“You never meant to hurt me, sure,” you cut in, knowing the same, tired, old lines he uses, “That’s what was so convenient. Your intentions were tidy; the consequences weren’t. You meant to have your cake, and that I’d clean the crumbs. That was the plan.”

Mark’s hand tightens on yours— not to possess, but to anchor. He meets Rex’s eye and, for the first time since he walked in, says something that’s not a balm, part provocation and truth, as he gently tugs you over to his lap, which you go, purposefully and intentionally.

“You made her choose forgiveness over herself too many times,” Mark says, his large hands settling on your hips, “That not nobility, Rex. It’s you doing damage control.”

It’s the kind of sentence that leaves the room reverberating. Rex looks like he’s been struck in the chest, watching the way you so comfortably settle into the Viltrumites lap.

“And what the hell would you call this, huh!?” Rex snaps back and the way you look over your shoulder at him has Rex shrinking once more.

“Payback.” You say firmly, “and if you want any chance of me taking you back, you’ll sit there and watch.”

And before he can argue, your lips are on Mark’s, hips rocking in his lap, either from your doing or Mark guiding you, Rex really can’t tell.

His face is hot, some weird mixture of pain, jealousy, and lust swirled together in his chest. Rex’s eyes stare at the rock of your hips, the way your ass is grinding in Mark’s lap makes him shift on the opposing couch, adjusting his cock in his pants casually.

Then he hears you moan, that sweet, needy sound Rex is used to making you make. Only now it’s Mark, one of his strong hands gripping into the fat of your ass through those shorts you’re wearing.

Rex watches, helpless, part of him wanting to intervene as he watches your pretty acrylics drag down marks chest, listening to the soft way you sigh when Marks lips start dragging across your jawline and down your neck.

He shouldn’t be getting hard from this, from watching his girl being touched by his friend, but he can feel his cock starting to strain against his pants, especially when Mark curses when he pulls your shirt off.

Rex can’t blame him, he knows just how hot you are, and he swallows when your gaze lands on his. You’re checking his reactions, and weird enough, Rex doesn’t want to let you win. He’ll do what he has to get you back, but he knows you’ll back down before this goes too far with Mark.

At least that’s what he thought. Silly him.

Because Mark’s got you fully undressed now, laid back on the couch, dragging his huge cock through your soaked folds, watching you gasp at the feeling.

Mark had already gotten you off on his tongue and his fingers a few times, making sure he could comfortably fuck three of them into you before even attempting that monster he calls a cock. The sight of it alone was making Rex feel very inferior.

Rex, while confused about how turned on he was watching this whole situation, trembled in his seat, deciding he couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t take the way you praised him, and moaned Mark’s name, “alright, babe. That’s enough. I get it okay?”

His voice pulls you out of the daze, your pupils blown and cheeks completely flushed as your head lulls his direction, unamused at the interruption at first, until you catch the way tears are brimming in his pretty green eyes. He’s obviously crushed, and hurting, having to witness this in real time.

For a moment, Rex thinks he’s won but then you frown, not satisfied with his punishment yet, you lean up and press your lips to Mark’s again, whispering a soft “Fuck me”

The whimper Rex let out was just pathetic, shifting back against the couch again, as he watched the way your back arched off the couch, Mark’s cock gently splitting you open.

Hearing the way you moan at the way Mark’s cock fills you up has Rex shaking, his hand moving to palm himself through his pants, feeling heat coil in his stomach watching Mark ruin you with every thrust of his hips.

Your nails drag down marks bag, cock-drunk, completely lost at the feeling of marks length bullying your cervix, the sounds of sex filling the room. Your went cunt is squelching and marks moaning, rambling about how good you feel, talking it up a bit for the sole purpose of getting under Rex’s skin.

“Shit— you like that huh? Can tell by the— nngh— way that pretty pussy is squeezing me.”

Rex’s breathing is heavy, his heart racing like it’s him the one fucking you, he doesn’t even notice the tears slip down his face as his hand slides into his pants to fist himself at the same rhythm mark is fucking you at.

He doesn’t know how long he watches this hot-ass torture for, but right as Rex was on the cusp of cumming, Mark pulls out of you, spilling his hot load all over your stomach as you cum around nothing… and suddenly Rex’s hand and shirt are covered in his own release.

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The young Jedi had retired for the afternoon –perhaps in an attempt to catch Padme on a quick holo-call at least–; and Rex had given his men leeway as well. After an exhausting one-week long mision –with surprisingly minimal casualties–, everyone deserved to rest.

Torrent hadn't wanted to miss the oportunity, though; and after a quick nap in the cruiser, they had all but ran down the ramp to have their share of fun in the snow. With the purpose of playing a little snowfight, Rex had been recluted as well; assigned to be one of the team's captain –it couldn't have been any other way– while the Domino's took charge of the other. Some of the natborns –medics, intelligence officers, maintenance staff, etc.– had asked to join them; and that had been the tragic end for Rex's focus, for you had decided to participate as well.

Out in the battlefield, the captain had no problem on shutting his desires down and pushing his –possesive– dangerous thoughts away. You were tucked away in the safety of the cruiser, after all, carefully analysing the 501st's advances and quickly finding out alternatives to their course of action and any other problem that may had arrised with the rest of Intelligence; but here, here... Rex couldn't help but be atuned to every single thing about you. Each innocent movement, each twitch of your facial expresion. How excruciatingly sweet you smelled even with a dose of scent blockers carefully coating a protective layer over your neck glands. He wanted you so – bad.

It was unfair, really, how unbeliavably pretty you looked in your winter uniform; a basic military set shouldn't have looked that good on anyone. He was used to seing you in dark green –not that you weren't hot in that either–; but the nats snow uniform was a combination of white's and blue's, and it was such a similar palette to the 501st's colours that something inside of him rumbled in passionate aproval. You weren't just cute, though; for all you looked innocent and naive with your cheeks and nose flushed pink from the cold, Rex knew the truth was very different. He had been able to watch how your mind worked in more than one tactical meeting; and kark, wasn't intelligence sexy. There was no doubt why you were Admiral Yularen's second hand –even if you were younger than most–.

Some part of Rex wished you had joined his team; but the other one rejoiced at the oportunity to see you fight. To feel that quiet fire directed at him. You were an omega, yes; but you weren't fearful nor meek, and he loved that about you. It couldn't be easy to be constantly surrounded by a majority of alphas and their often contradicting and agressive feromones; and yet you handled it stoically and beautifully.

Perhaps Rex was too excited for a simple friendly snowfight –he chuckled at the thought, dodging Jesse's snowball and laughing his ass off when Hardcase answered with one that hit him straight in the nose–; but he couldn't help it. He had felt attracted to you –liked you, and dare he even say that other big, scary words too – for far too long now; since that time when you had politely brushed his strategical idea aside and offered a better option for an incursion. Rex had observed you in surprise –you were new in the cruiser back then, and he had never heard you intervene before–; and when Admiral Yularen had agreed with you and you had shot him a sheepish, warm smile, Rex knew he was done for.

In the present time, you take revenge for Jesse; throwing a quick succesion of snowballs at Hardcase until you eventually manage to get him. Instead of showing any anger or irritation, though, his vod laughs and pushes a thumb up in the air for you. You shoot the trooper a proud smile, and Rex shakes his head in fond amusement observing the two of you.

Fifteen minutes later, the captain is proud to say he is soldiering through the little snowfight untouched. It's not that his reflexes are nothing special –though they're obviously as good as any other soldier's–; it's just that his men fortunately don't have the same aim with snowballs than with their blasters. Torrent doesn't quite like that, though; so the game shifts and somehow ends up focused around him. The Domino's team new objective is to take a hit at Rex; while the captain's own team double their efforts to protect him. It's kind of ridiculous, and Rex doesn't really want to be the center of attention in this game –as well–; but everyone seems to be laughing and having fun, so he chuckles and let them be.

His team is doing a good job protecting him –hell, Hardcase had even tackled him to save him from a snowball– until you take all of Rex's attention again. Perhaps frustrated at your team's failure, you abandon the improvised barricade the troopers had managed to put together; crawling out of safety and sprinting towards the captain, snowball clutched in hand. Rex eyebrows shoot upwards, instantly worried. This is just a game, yeah, but what the hell are you doing, exposing yourself like that?

This time, his brothers hold no sympathy. Someone points out at you with a warning shout, and the inmediate succesion of snowballs thrown at your way almost makes Rex flinch.

It's impossible for you to dodge all of them. One impacts right against your knee –perhaps with too much strength, he might need to have a chat with his vods about that later–; and it buckles, making you fall and crash against the snow unceremoniously with a pained groan. Rex is helpless to watch as you hit the back of your head in the fall; and he's already half-way towards you before he has even realised it himself.

The game stops, and silence lays heavyly between the two teams; everyone hesitantly worried about you still sprawled in the snow, not attempting to move even if to ask for the fight to stop. Rex can feel his heart trying to beat it's way out of his chest. He drops to his knees besides you, gold brown eyes flickering over every inch of your face; scent unconsciously proyecting fear and worry.

"Mesh'la, are you okay?" He tries not to pannick in front of everyone, but your eyes are closed, and...

You suddenly lurch forward, tackling his towering form to the side and quickly smearing snow on his shocked face with one hand while the other pushes his chest against the ground. You grin widely, proudly sitting on too of him; and Rex is so fucking relieved to see that you're okay that he can't help but join the laughter around him.

You laugh as well, both hands now clutching his chest plate; and Rex takes his revenge rolling the two of you around and trapping you against the snow. You squeal while trying to dodge his hand, the corner of your eyes wrinkling with happiness; but your strength is nothing compared to his, and he manages to smear a big chunk of snow over your face and neck too.

"That was a dirty move" he points out, lips turned up into a little smile.

You grin up at him, relaxing under his body and accepting your fate. You kind of deserve it.

"War is not won without some of those, dear Captain" you sing-song. "You should know".

Rex rolls his eyes –face still amused– and finally pushes his body away from yours, standing up and offering a hand to you. Panting slightly from the snowfight effort, you gladly accept it and pull yourself up to your feet; shooting a smile at him.

You try not to dwell on how good he had felt on top of you. How his body was the perfect size to make you feel small and vulnerable underneath him; how warm he felt even with his armour on, how deliciously heavy. How pleasure had zig-zaged through your legs and spine towards your crotch under the attention of his golden gaze and his overpowering relieved, happy warm scent. Masculine. Strong. Gentle. Safe. Alpha.

Yes, you try not to think about it. And fail.

Rex calls the game off –ignoring Fives' proud "that's our win for sure!"– and everyone makes their way back to the cruiser, chatting happily in little groups and joking around, spirits lifted and in a good mood. He walks by your side, a bit distracted thinking on how fucking sweet you smelled, how right it had felt to have you underneath him and looking up at him with those pretty eyes of yours. He tries to push that aside and act normal. This is not the time to get hard and indulge in his fantasies. He can do that later; when he's good to grasp his cock in his hand and stroke himself over the edge.

They've barely made it into the main hall when another trooper comments distractedly "mm, smells good in here"; and Rex answers with an involuntary warning growl. The brothers in their inmediate vecinity stop in their tracks, turning towards him in surprise. There has never been a doubt of Rex being an alpha; but he had always managed to control his instincts better than most. For him to react like that... Well, it's certainly unusual.

You push the palm of your hand against the side of your neck, alarmed for both the trooper's comment and Rex's growl –and fuck, didn't that make you wet–; cursing at not feeling the semi-sticky texture of your scent-blocker on top of it. No wonder the clones were able to smell you...

"Officer..." Kix carefully takes a step closer to you, eyeing Rex's dangerous eyes cautiously. "Forgive me for being blunt and intrusive, but if you are in pre-heat I'd sugest for you to go back to your quarters and take a rest".

Get the fuck out of here where there are all but alphas around you, is what you hear, and you nod while blushing in embarassment.

"Y-yeah, I'll do that" you don't bother to correct his statement, not wanting to publicly humiliate yourself any further. "Thank you for your concern, Kix".

The medic nods politely, and Rex inmediately squares up his shoulders next to you.

"I'll walk you to your room" he offers, though his voice holds more finality than anything.

Kix frowns –perhaps worried about your safety– but you give the Captain a short nod and the two of you quietly make your way to your private room.

Stopping outside of your door, Rex clenches his fists and and tries not to let his thoughts linger on the knowledge of you being in pre-heat and all the wonderfull ways he could help you through it. The picture of you suffering in silence, fighting the pain and ache writhing in your bunk, your nest empty and never feeling more vulnerable and lonely that then and there, makes the clone's heart break. He wants to be with you. He wants to tell you how good you had built their nest; make you cum in his tongue until the pain melts away and fuck you in a place where, even if just momentarily, you could both call home.

But he's nothing but a diligent soldier; too polite and respectfull to ask that from you. Too afraid of offending you. Of not being able to see your warm smile directed at him any longer; even if he's only able to enjoy it from a certain distance now. He'd still chose that over nothing at all.

And so Rex swallows every desire –every wish– down and gives you a short nod.

"Take it easy, ma'am" he manages to sound firm and formal. "I'll inform Admiral Yularen that you'll be out of service for a few days for you".

Rex turns around to let you be, struggling to push his instincts aside for much longer; and pannick swells inside of you.

"No!" You impulsively snatch his wrist to stop him, eyes nervously flickering around while you confess in an embarassed whisper. "I'm not... I'm not in pre-heat".

Rex faces you in utter confusion; silently analysing your worried expresion. He breathes your scent in; closing his eyes momentarily and battleling himself. You certainly smell like it. What are you on about?

"But you..." he clears his throat, a small tick in his jaw miraculously being the only external sign of how hard it is to resist to you. "Forgive me, but you certainly smell like it?"

Your cheeks feel on fire. Oh, it is so incredibly embarassing for the reason of your burning desire to point this out out loud to you. You kind of want the floor to swallow you.

You slowly release your hold on him and try to give him a vague explanation.

"It's the snow. You smeared it on my skin and it has washed away the scent blockers, I believe".

Rex frowns.

"That explains why we're able to smell you, but it still..." he hesitates, knowing this is a far from innapropiate conversation to have with anyone, really, and certainly not with you. "That trooper could notice it from meters away with his bucket on. Are you sure your heat isn't around the corner?"

"It's you" you blurt, throwing all caution away.

He's too intelligent to know there's something else going on. And you're out of excuses. Tired of hiding the permanent attraction you have for this handsome, brave man in front of you. The only alpha you've come across that has really made you feel week in the knees. That you'd want to bond with.

"Me?" Rex asks, stunned, unconciously taking a step forward and crowding you against the metal door.

You feel a rush of warmth flowing through you.

"Yes" you swallow your nervousness down, tilting your chin up slightly to look up at him. "You turn me on as quick as a lightsaber ignition whenever you get close to me. And when you holded me under your body out there..."

You pause and confess.

"Captain, this is my body's usual reaction to you, really. You all just haven't noticed because I'm usually quick to hide it under another layer of blockers".

Rex shudders. This is all he has ever asked for. This is the only thing he had ever wanted for himself, the only selfish thing the clone wanted to keep and have in a life of servitude protecting others. Hearing those words coming out of your mouth... Fuck, Rex has never listened to something more beautiful.

"So you want me?" He passionately asks, carefully observing your reaction while he gives in and gently presses you against the door, his body covering yours. "You're telling me that if I wanted to carve myself a place deep inside of you, you'll let me?"

Rex holds your face in his palms, caressing both cheeks with his thumbs reverently, his eyes filled with raw desire and need. His closeness –his words– makes you dizzy with your own. Your breathing grows heavier and your heart speeds up inside your chest.

You can feel the captain's warm breath over your parted lips; almost whispering to you.

"That I could knot you, if I wanted to, right now?"

The image sends a gush of wetness between your legs; and your whole resolve breaks down with the question –the petition, the offer–, an involuntary whimper escaping your throat while you all but impatiently scratch your nails in his shoulder plates.

With just a few words, he has turned you from a controlled, picture-perfect officer to a mess of desire and want.

"Yes" you almost pant. "Yes, fuck, Captain, please".

Rec groans; closing his eyes shut for a few seconds, controlling himself for not to rip your clothes off and fuck you right here and there, out in the corridor where everyone can see you, and tenderly presses his forehead against yours.

One hand goes down to clutch at your squirmy waist. With his other, he thumbs your lower lip.

"If we're going to do this, I don't want titles in here" he finally breathes out, pulling back just enough to lock his eyes on yours. Then, he sort of promises "If you're going to moan something, it's going to be my name".

He searches for an answer in your face; and you inmediately nod wide-eyed, impossibly turned on and excited. You want him to rail you. You want to ravage him.

"Yes, Capt... Yes, Rex".

The way you say his name, so lovingly, so reverent...

Rex slams his hand on the door lock, and gestures you inside with a small, almost defiant tilt of his head.

"Come here, then".

You're not exactly shy –you are confident and sharp most of the time–, but finding yourself completely naked in front of the most handsome man you've ever layed eyes upon, no matter how turned on you are, is not an easy task. You're okay with how you look, with your body; but he's... Outerwordly. His bronze skin, golden brown eyes, trained muscles and strong jaw, war and tenderness mixed in every inch of his body... You bite down onto your bottom lip nervously.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" He asks, noticing your hesitance, knees spread from where he's sitting in the edge of your bed –from where he had watched you undress–, naked as well.

You shift your weight from one foot to the other; goosebumps over your skin.

"Not exactly" you answer quietly, shooting him a tiny smile, not really able to explain to him what you're feeling. "Just... Vulnerable".

Rex smiles too; and it's the softest, warmest thing you've had the chance to see on him.

"Fantasy and reality can be quite different. No matter if you've desired this as much as I've done, it's nothing but normal to be a little nervous. Perhaps even scared" he makes a small pause, and after his eyes flicker over every inch of your face, adds just as firmly as he commands in battle. "But I can promiss you are safe with me. I will never disrespect you or treat you unconsiderably. I will listen to you and cherish you just like you deserve".

Warmth blossoms inside your heart. Your eyes blurr. You had thought that Rex only wanted to have fun with you, to enjoy casual, meaningless sex –no matter how good it felt–; but now, after those lovely words and the way he is looking at you, you think that perhaps he wants something else. Something more.

"Come here" he asks again, this time offering his hand to you. "I think you'll feel better skin to skin instead of standing this far away and feeling scrutinized".

You pad forward, and accept his hand with a gentle squeeze. Rex tugs you towards him; and you slowly move to sit down on his lap, his arms inmediately wrapping around your waist.

"You are so beautiful" he murmurs, looking up at you as if he's nothing but enthraced and enamoured with you. "Mesh'la".

You can't help yourself; and you dip down to catch his lips with yours in a quick, heartfelt kiss. I love you, your soul whispers.

Rex hums in delight and answers back with the same passion, deepening the kiss into something sweeter and slower. I love you, he thinks in the safe barriers of his mind.

His warm hands softly travel through your body in a gentle caress; up and down your back, playing with your sides, then slowly dipping forward to brush against a nipple.

You moan quietly in response, growing restless, unconciously starting to move on top of him. Your hands are clasped behind his neck, lips parted in a pleased expresion. You feel sort of powerful, with this strong man patiently sitting under you.

"That's right, beautiful" he hums as he watches you, cheeks starting to flush naturally. "Just enjoy yourself, have your fun on top of me".

His hands tighten on either side of your hips; encouraging you to find more desperate friction against him.

You whimper, feeling his hard cock twitch underneath you; growing more wet as seconds tics by. When you're almost shaking with need and look up at Rex with a clear request on your eyes, he nuzzles his nose against the side of your cheek and asks "Put me inside of you, baby".

You are quick to comply; holding his throbbing cock with one hand while taking a firm hold on his shoulder with the other. Rex stabilises you while you sit down on him; sinking down on his thick, hard cock with a long drawled moan. You close your eyes and concentrate on the feeling; on how good he stretches you and how wonderfull it feels to being filled by him. Full. Your alpha, deep inside of you.

You hum in pleasure,resting your forehead against him; and Rex caresses the sides of your hips tenderly.

"You feel so fucking good, mesh'la" he mumbles, voice hoarse, memorising this moment to come back to it whenever he wants. "So warm and tight".

You kiss him, unable to word your feelings out loud –all coherent thoughts have seemed to dissapeared from your mind, too struck at how good he feels– and slowly start to move your hips in little circles and forward and back on top of him.

Rex groans and holds you tigther against him; half-hugging you to his chest while you take your time riding him. It's... So much. The way his thick cock slides in and out of you is delicious; how you fit around him like a glove. His warm body pressed to yours, the way his hands cling to you, his breath stuttering against your skin... It's what you had wanted and more.

Rex progressively losses himself in you. You look gorgeous on top of him, moaning and whimpering softly and sinking your nails on his shoulders; divided by wanting to hug him closer or fuck yourself faster on his cock. He watches how your face shifts with pleasure and concentration, how your lips part open in a silent gasp. Your scent is floating around him –hot, satiesfied, needy, happy omega–; and he moans, breathing it all in.

The alpha in him growls, pleased with your beautiful compliance but aching to have you underneath him, to being able to properly give you his cock –pump you full, breed you, mark...–; and Rex pants and quickly moves the two of you around. You end up laying on the bed with a quiet gasp; the man inmediately adjusting on top of you and pushing his cock inside of you again.

Your face shifts from surprise to pleasure once more; and you accept him, spreading your legs wider, with a broken moan. Rex answers with a low rumble that pleases your omega in all the right ways and holds the back of your lower thighs with his hands, pushing up under your knees. It folds you further into yourself; allowing him to fuck you deeper, and you can't help but whimper at how good he's doing you. His thrusts are rough and deep, almost punishing you with his strength; but also slow and passionate, personal.

Your gazes lock and you feel so many different things you don't even have the time to sort it through right now. You clench on him, and Rex groans, eyes fluttering shut, fingers digging into your thighs.

He feels his mind growing dizzy; every rational thought blurring together and mixing with his deepest desires. He speeds up, sinking his cock in your wetness and panting from the pleasure and effort; proud at the little gasps, moans and whimpers you answer him with.

Omega. Happy. Omega. Safe. Omega. Needy. Omega. Hot. Omega. Breed. Omega. Love. Omega. Mine. Omega. Mine. Mine. Mine.

The words resonate in his head; and Rex is not completely aware of him echoing them out loud.

"Mine. Mine. Forever. Breed you with my pups. Ours" he's mumbling in a trance. "Omega. Sweet, fierce Omega. Mine, mine, mine".

You feel more wetness gathering inside of you for Rex to coat his cock in; impossibly turned on by the words escaping from his lips. You can tell his alpha's side is getting the best of him; and fuck, aren't you karking glad. You've dreamt about this. About him fucking you, breeding you, claiming you.

Your omega side cries in need and happiness. You're drunk in his pleased, proud, possesive masculine scent.

"Please, please, please..."

You push your head back, arching in the bed and offering him your neck; and Rex moans loudly and dips down to take a long lick on your offered scent glands, swollen and tingly.

You whine, clenching on him; and he mumbles more of his dirty thoughts, mind floating in your sweet scent. In the way you had offered it to him.

"Bite you... Wanna' bite you..." he whispers hoarsely, face hiding in your neck while he continues moving. "Sink my teeth in here and hold you in place while I push my warm cum inside of you..."

"Please, alpha" you finally resort to beg. "Mark me, bite me. Please, Rex".

The clones' hips stutter; the words coming from your lips surely nothing but a fantasy, a spur on the moment thing. But he searches for the truth in your eyes; and in those wide, loving, hopeful eyes, he understands it's nothing but your true wish. Your true desire.

"You want us to bond?" He still manages to ask, nuzzling his nose under your chin affectionately.

"Yes, Rex, please" you caress his sweaty cheek with one hand, eyes blurring with happy tears. "I want you to be my alpha. Just you. Please, Rex, please..."

Rex shuts his eyes, his thrusts growing uncoordinated as his end gets closer.

"My fucking little omega, all mine, mine, mine..." he chants, his hips snapping against yours, the beginning of a knot tugging at your hole. "Gonna' mark you, breed you, knot you..."

You moan and offer your neck to him again, clenching impossibly tighter around him. He whines, and you know he's just as close to cumming as you are.

You cup his face between your hands, and beg him once more, conffident and sure.

"Please, Rex".

And Rex moans, tugs your hair back with one hand and sinks his teeth into your neck, bitting deeply right on your scent glands.

A rush of warmth and pure electrical pleasure zaps through your veins; the bond taking place and tying your hearts together, a mated alpha/omega pair.

Your walls squeeze Rex's cock; and you cum with a cry, the feeling multiplied by his knot growing inside of you. He whines and releases your neck, panting harshly. His hips stutter, and after a few more unstable thrusts he's cuming deep inside of you, filling you with a big load of warm cum. You enjoy every single drop of it; sighing in happiness and relief and swimming in ecstasy at the fresh bite mark on your neck. You can't even focus on the blood or the pain; it's nothing compared to do knowledge of finally being his.

Rex drops his body weight on top of you; a happy, exhausted sigh escaping his lips while he rests his head on your chest. His scent is excited and cheerfull, pleased and overwhelmed; tender and relieved. A hint of guiltiness.

Ignoring how exhausted you are –you're going to need a pair of hours to recover from this–, you move your arms and hug him to your body; legs wrapping around his hips as well so it's easier to not hurt any of you with his knot is still inside of you. You caress his back affectionately, letting him know you're still sure of yourself know that the sex is over and that there's nothing to regret.

Rex pulls his head back slowly and carefully and nuzzles his nose against yours.

"I love you. You were perfect, thank you, I love you".

It's clear his head is still a little fuzzy –as is yours–; and you shoot him a pleased, tired smile, drawing little caresses on his naked back.

"Love you too" you mumble, pecking him softly. "Strong, perfect alpha".

Rex rumbles low in his throat, pleased; and he pushes your chin up with a hand, making space so that he can tend to your wound. He licks slowly and carefully. It sends after-sparks to your toes, and you squirm unconsciously.

Rex grins.

"Perfect little omega. Mine, mine, mine. Finally mine".

THE END.

This is not checked for errors –i'm posting this at 2am as soon as I've finished it– so forgive my mistakes!

On another note, I just wanted to let you readers know about my closest future proyects:

– I'm currently working in a Tech!mer request (the second part to the 100celeb oneshot I already wrote and published for him), and it will be posted next.

– After that, I'll continue writing the Demon!echo fanfic, which I'm very excited for.

– And after THAT, I'll be finally reopening any free ideas requests. Remember you can always check if I'm requesting or not in the announcement in my main masterlist.

You had no idea what had gotten into Rex that night, but whatever it was, you were reaping the best benefits from it.

His hands had a bruising grip on your wrists as they pinned you to the bed, his hip pounding relentlessly into you as he took you from behind, growling and grunting lowly in your ear. His cock was stretching you with every thrust, barely prepared to take him when he threw you on the bed. Getting so wet from the way he pulled your clothes off was your only saving grace as he practically impaled you.

Rex must have decided that you were too quiet for him, because without warning his lips moved from your ear, darting down to give your shoulder a rough bite. Something just short of a scream ripped from your throat as you threw your head back- or at least, as much as you could, with him pinning you down with his whole body.

“That’s it,” he growled, tongue darting out to soothe the mark he left, “moan and scream as loud as you want. Let everyone hear you. Kark, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You get off letting everyone know that you’re in here, getting fucked by a clone.”

The way he hissed out the word startled you, even in the heat of the moment. So, that’s what got into him. You tried to lean back, press your lips to his ear or temple or any part of him you could reach as he grazed his teeth over more of your skin.

“I'm getting fucked by a man, not just a clon- AH!” 

Another guttural sound left you when he reangled his hips, fucking even deeper as he bit you again. “It’s alright, mesh’la,” he hummed against your skin, “I know what they think of us, what they think of me.” Another growl as he released his death grip on your wrist and instead wrapped his large hand around your throat. “Thinking we’re beneath them, like kriffing droids.” He gave just the lightest squeeze, fingers playing at your neck, “But you know different, don’t you, darling? You ever had a natborn fuck you like this? Fuck you this good?”

You couldn’t stand it, between his hips pounding against your ass, his hands and teeth marking you up, and those filthy words, you were a mess, eyes rolling back, mouth agape, body like jelly under him. All you could manage was an urgent nod and a whimper of agreement.

Rex grunted his disapproval, before dragging his hand down your body and shoving it between the bed and your cunt. He laid out his rough fingers right where he was grinding you into the mattress, curling the digits just right so your clit rubbed hard against them with every thrust of his bruising hips.

“Say it,” he growled, “tell me why you let this clone fuck you.”

You made sure your moan of a curse was loud as your body pulsed with pleasure under him. Kriff, you were close, so close! Somehow, you found your voice, even if it was a raw, barely coherent mess. “B-best I’ve ever had! No one ever fu-fucked me so good, no one but you, Rex!”

That got his approval, he hummed, nuzzling you just below your ear, his hips and hands never letting up. “That’s right, mesh’la, ruined you, haven’t I? Ruined you for any other man.”

“Yes- yes! Fuck, Rex, want you to ruin me over ‘n over.”

You could feel his cock twitch at that, the hand still pinning your wrist tightening possessively. His lips returned to your ear and right when his fingers started to work in tandem with his thrusts, he purred, “Anything for you, sweetheart.”

Your pleasure reached its peak suddenly and blind hot, so euphoric that you weren’t even sure what you sounded like when it happened. It must have been music to his ears, though, because he let out a distracted curse as he slid the hand from your clit to grip your hip. Just like everything else about him tonight, it was hard and rough, holding you in place as Rex readjusted himself again, using your abused cunt to chase his own end.

It didn’t take him long and you cried out in overstimulated bliss as you felt him spill deep inside you, filling you up, making you his yet again. Just like all the marks he left that night. You couldn’t help but whimper when he pulled out of you, feeling his cum dripping on your ass and thighs. 

Neither of you were able to breathe right after that, and Rex collapsed half on the bed, half over you and he tried to get his ragged breathing under control. You were laying there, spent, eyes closed and uncaring of the mess your open mouth and dripping pussy were making of the sheets.

Still, when Rex, still breathing hard, started laying tender kisses over your hair, you shuddered with delight. He moved your body this way and that until he was under you with your head to his chest. Next, he took your wrist and brought it to his mouth, soft lips pressing gently to where he had held you so tightly.

“I- I left bruises, didn’t I?” he mumbled, and the shame underlying his tone made you look up, “ ‘m sorry, cyare, I don’t know what got into me.”

His gentle hold made it easy for you to reach out and cup his cheek, thumb tracing over his lips. “Nothing to apologize for, Rex. I’m not complaining.”

You wanted to ask who and what was said about clones that got him so upset, mostly so you could give the di’kutla a piece of your mind, but you decided to save that for later. Right now, you just wanted to show Rex exactly how superior he was to anyone who thought less of him. With all the strength you could muster, you raised yourself up, straddling his hips and holding his face in both hands. You kissed him, pulling him against your still sore body and running your hands over his short hair.

He moaned into your mouth and this time his fingers gripped your hips gently, kneading the tender skin with care.

“Rex,” your tone was breathy when you pulled back, holding his gaze as you said, “I’m going to show you how thankful I am that you ruin me every night.”

Slowly, a smirk lifted his mouth, and that haze of possessive need darkened his eyes again.

.

Things had changed so quickly.

It had started when your group of friends had seamlessly meshed with the 501st on their shore leave visits to 79s. Troopers looking for a good time delighted in your enthusiastic, playful companions and all kinds of shenanigans ensued. While you enjoyed their presence, you were never quite as adventurous as the rest, preferring instead to seek out meaningful conversation as you marveled at the beautiful individuality of each clone you met. 

So it was only natural that you found yourself in the booth with Captain Rex more often than not, while Fives danced like a madman with one friend and Jesse was ravaging another against a dark corner. There was something comforting about Rex’s presence. He exuded complexity – you could tell he cared deeply for his squad. He was incredibly insightful, notably wise, and an unmatched strategist. Not to mention brave and handsome. 

You also loved strategy – games like dejarik were among your favorites, and your line of work required you to be precise and tactful to accomplish specific purposes. So as your booth chats became more regular, you would find yourself lost in conversation with Rex, about anything and everything under the sun as you slowly unfolded to one another like a flower opening beneath gentle sun. Sharing a love for strategy led the two of you to develop a litany of inside jokes, mostly revolving around the use of military terms to describe common things in daily life. It became almost a code language of yours, where you had special greetings for one another and misleading names for various troopers and actions.  He seemed to share your affinity for accompanying his friends but not being there for quite the same reasons, so the two of you found solace in your easygoing banter, leaning closer to share theories with dramatic effect and throwing elbows when one of you got jostled by an overly-enthusiastic couple making out in the booth next to you. 

It had been such a relief that he wasn’t pushing for physical activity. You’d always been the type who needed a long time to build up to that, preferring instead to connect intellectually, establishing a foundation of friendship and camaraderie, then building emotional intimacy as the conversations grew more vulnerable, more personal. But one night after a particularly harrowing story of their recent mission, the pain in his amber eyes and the depth of his compassion and regret for all that the war entailed moved your heart in a new way, sending a thrill through your body. 

You’d kissed that night – a chaste, tender encounter on the chilly platform in front of the clone bar. The questions and answers dancing back and forth in your gazes had narrowed to a singular focus, a moment when everything seemed to quiet and he took a step forward, placing a feather-light hand on your cheek before leaning in slowly. When his lips met yours, the sheer bliss of it felt electrifying, and your arms were around him instantly. He pulled away with a tiny smile, a warmth in his eyes that you wanted to make your home in. 

But that was all before. 

Before utter chaos broke out and the entire galaxy was flipped on its head. The Jedi were gone, the Republic was now the Empire, and life as you had known it was a distant dream, replaced by new priorities and new demands. You felt lost in it all, adrift at sea with no lighthouse on the horizon, and your heart ached for all that had happened. After a particularly hellish week, you found yourself sitting on your couch in the dark, in your tiny apartment in the Coruscant underworld, slowly turning your comm device in your hands. There was nothing on the holo that could take your mind off of everything, nor had your attempt at reading been successful. Instead, you wondered… wondered if it was worth the risk… hoping against all hope but bracing yourself to be met with nothing. 

You pulled up Rex’s encrypted comm channel, one that you had used to exchange correspondence while apart, and tapped out a message. Taking a deep breath, you re-read your words over and over before pressing send. 

[[ANOTHER CHARLIE FOXTROT?]]

And then you waited. You took a shower, wandered around the kitchen, perused the holonet for any good news, and ultimately, went to bed with a sinking feeling that perhaps the end of the war had meant the end of Rex as well. It had been foolish for you to expect anything else. 

beep

You were confused for approximately one tenth of a second before scrambling through your blankets to grab the comm off of your nightstand, pulling it to your face and squinting in the bright light. You gasped aloud as the words from an incoming transmission met your eyes, and you rubbed your face to make sure you weren’t dreaming. But no, there they were, plain as day – 

[[COMPLETELY TANGO UNIFORM]]

He was alive. Oh, Maker, he was alive. It felt as though a beaming light had burst through the clouds of your life, illuminating a breath of hope and joy in an otherwise abysmal darkness. You replied immediately, cheeks hurting from the smile you were unable to wipe from your face. 

* * * 

brrring! 

You couldn’t even pretend to walk slowly as the doorbell signaled his arrival. It had been a week of coordinating as covertly as possible, precaution upon precaution… And now he was here. A quick glance through the peephole sent a thrill down your spine at the sight of his three-fingered signal held up in front of his cloaked form, and you flung the door open, pulling him in immediately. He stumbled in with a chuckle, regaining his balance and slowly pushing his hood back. His soulful eyes and short blond hair made your heart sing, and you flung your arms around him, unable to hold back any longer. 

“I can’t believe you’re here,” you whispered against his chest plate, eyes squeezed tightly shut as you soaked up every single second, still unable to trust that this was reality and not a dream. 

Minutes melted into hours as you enjoyed a warm meal together that you’d prepared while he relaxed in a hot shower. You couldn’t tear your eyes from each other’s faces as you finished with hot drinks that tingled all the way down to your stomachs, and when you curled up on the couch together, entwined like matching puzzle pieces, you let out a deep sigh of utter contentment. Your connection felt like a safe harbor in the middle of a storm, and you’d felt so utterly adrift that you couldn’t imagine needing anything more in that moment. There had been much to catch up on, and as you exhausted every thought and memory you’d endured while apart, you felt all the stress and despair melting away, just for tonight. You felt alive like never before, radiating with a vibrant need to make every second count, and the way he held you, shifting occasionally to bring you closer, showed his own yearning and contentment. 

It grew late, the raucous undercurrent of noise that constantly accompanied the busy level you lived on gradually fading to the background, and the silences between thoughts grew longer. You pushed yourself up, meeting his eyes and feeling your heart skip a beat again. It was as though everything had suddenly fallen into place, and your path forward was crystal clear. But you didn’t know if he felt the same. 

“Will you stay?” you said softly, so much weight in those three words that you hadn’t even intended, and he held your hand against his chest before pressing a kiss to your head. 

“If you’ll have me.”

* * * 

You got to see him semi-regularly from then on, which was beyond your wildest hopes. He was starting a covert operation from a seemingly-abandoned hangar on level 1313, which wasn’t too far from your own. Your new objectives at work provided you with a little bit of information that you were able to pass on, hopefully assisting him in his noble endeavors, and the evenings you spent together made all the chaos fade away, just for a while. You’d drift off to sleep wrapped in his arms, his warmth radiating from beneath his blacks, his breath tickling your shoulder, and the sight of him in the morning, bleary-eyed and sheepish, never failed to make your heart grow in your chest. 

It was one of those mornings when you’d shared another kiss. His hand was on the keypad as he was prepared to head out, not knowing when he would be able to return. He’d paused, turning back to you with inexplicable depth in his brown eyes, and he’d pulled his helmet off to set it on the nearby counter. Unspoken communication had been a strength from the start, and you met his embrace eagerly, pressing your cheek against him in a strong hug before pulling back. He didn’t release you, though, instead gazed back and forth between your eyes. This time it was you who leaned in, capturing his lips in a kiss that was more possessive than you’d expected, and you could feel his heart pounding against his chest beneath your hand when you finally separated. You’d brushed your fingers along his defined cheekbone, sneaking in one last peck on the lips before releasing him to the dangers of the galaxy. 

Weeks later, you were lost in thought while stirring a bubbling pot of sauce on the stove, listening to the splashes of water coming from the refresher where Rex was showering. Something had been awakened in you and had been growing in its intensity, demanding your attention and discernment. When he appeared in the hallway, rubbing the end of a towel over his head before draping it across his broad shoulders, your mouth went dry. He’d pulled his blacks back over his legs but had noticeably left his shirt behind, a few crystalline droplets of water still flecked across his defined torso. 

“That’s not fair,” you said, smirking at him as he leaned against the bar counter across from where you were cooking. His eyebrows lifted in mock innocence.

“What?” he said, as though he couldn’t possibly imagine what you were referring to.

“You can’t walk around like that,” you answered, gesturing at his tanned pecs with your stirring spoon. “Looking like that…” you continued, unable to take your eyes off of him. He could tell something had been brewing for a while, and he had never pushed, never rushed, but had met your growing levels of passion with his own. But this… “That’s some scorched earth warfare,” you finished, reveling in his delighted chuckle as you turned off the burner beneath the simmering pot. 

“I have no idea what you mean,” he insisted, pulling the towel off his shoulders and holding it in one outstretched arm, the other matching its gesture of helpless confusion. His playfulness was as endearing as his half-nakedness was intoxicating, and you sidled around to where he stood, swallowing hard before reaching out a tentative hand to stroke his stomach. He tensed slightly, but when you looked to his face there was nothing but a simmer of his own as he settled his hands gently on your waist. 

You put your other hand on his chest, gliding it across scars and what little hair there was, then reached it up over his shoulder, pulling him against you for a kiss that quickly evolved into open-mouthed caresses of tongues and lips. The quiet hum that rumbled in his chest as you explored every inch of his body, clothed and unclothed, was the final spark. His firm fingers cupping the back of your head as he turned his face against yours, kissing you again and again with increasing depth and fervor, ignited a fire in your core that blossomed across your entire body, and you pulled away with a gasp. 

“Rex…” you whispered his name like a prayer, the neediness in your tone surprising both of you. The way your bodies were pressed together, slight movements creating a maddening friction, rendered you nearly unable to speak. “I want you,” you murmured against his lips, both of your chests vibrating with rapid heartbeats. 

“I… you…,” he stuttered, eyes wide. He was playful and coy in familiar territories, but this was uncharted waters, and the facade immediately disappeared beneath the heat of your gaze and the confession of your words. “You sure?” 

“Yes,” you breathed, one hand resting over his heart, the other at the small of his back. “But it’s okay if you don’t,” you added hastily, realizing that perhaps his respectful patience had not been solely because of your own slowness in this area. 

“No,” he said quickly, a bit louder than he intended, startling you both and earning a quick giggle from you. “No,” he repeated more quietly, caressing your cheek with a hand. “It’s just… not something I’m… ah… familiar with.” 

“Well you know I’m not,” you smiled. Your endless conversations had covered this area as well, although where you had eventually been forthcoming about your avoidance of intimacy, waiting for something truly special, he had been a little more cryptic, and you had only assumed that he’d had plenty of opportunities. But whether he had or hadn’t, you’d never been more sure of anything in your life that you wanted to be with him. “But hey – there’s no pressure,” you added, leaning into his touch. “I just… Holy kriff,” you said, as though the realization were hitting you like a photon cannon, “I love you.” 

His smile grew wider, and he seemed to swell with joy at your words. He placed a tender kiss on your lips, lingering for an extra moment before pulling away. 

“And I love you.” 

* * * 

You’d been cuddling for ages, taking your sweet time enjoying each other’s naked bodies. Just his touch across your skin was sending shivers down your spine, fanning the flame of desire to be as close to him as possible, to feel every inch of him, to entwine your bodies and souls in a profound way. The breathing was getting heavier, the sighs and whispers punctuated by more ardent kisses, and as you stroked down the outside of his hip, reveling in the curve of his buttcheek and his muscular thigh, you could feel his hard length pressing against your leg, and a wave of tingles cascaded through you. 

He guided you onto your back, propping himself up on his elbow beside you, barely visible in the dark room. The outline of his shoulder was illuminated by the gentle glow that peeked around the curtains, as was the rest of his stately form. His hand grazed over your chest, catching your breath in your throat, and his lips found your neck, brushing down to your collarbone as he cupped a breast and ghosted his thumb across the perked nipple. You rolled your head to the side, offering yourself to his loving touch and trying to still your writhing form. 

His hand continued down your stomach, brushing across the top of your thigh before slipping between your legs. A breathy sigh escaped your lips as his fingertips found you, tentatively yet deliberately tracing your slick folds from bottom to top, and you tipped your hips, aching for more. He turned back to face you, kissing you on the lips again as he repeated the process with a slightly firmer touch. With every stroke, he was feeding the burning desire within, distracted only by the occasional tremble of his hand or elbow that indicated his own lack of confidence. Your fingers dug into his back, inviting and encouraging, and when he dragged his fingers up one last time, he caught the way you bit back a moan when he reached your clit, lingering there for a moment with tentative, gentle circles. 

You were reaching for him in the dark, wanting to feel his cock and make him ache as badly as you were. When your fingers found the base, you wrapped a hand around it, dragging a gasp from him as you carefully pulled, ever so slightly, before releasing it. There was something slick on your hand already, which surprised you, but his murmured apology in your ear about being too excited brought a levity that made you feel even closer. You teased him with curious fingers, leaning down to trace along his balls and up the bottom of his shaft, feeling him twitch beneath your hand. 

“Come here,” you whispered, nudging him with an arm to invite him on top of you. He nestled himself between your legs, holding himself up with knees and elbows as he stroked a heavy hand over your hair, cupping your head to bring his lips to yours again and again. You shifted your legs to either side, opening yourself up to him and feeling a thrill run across you as the cool air of movement met your wet pussy. His tip brushed against you, both of you tensing in delight and anticipation, and he pulled up for a moment, face inches from yours. 

“You sure?” he asked quietly, shivering as you stroked one leg along his. You nodded, whispering a nearly-begging affirmative that washed over him like morning sun. He shifted a little, poking around once or twice before finding your entrance and pushing the tip inside. Fireworks exploded behind your eyes, and your hands stroked encouragement across his back as he hovered there for a moment before slowly, cautiously, painstakingly inching in further. He pressed his forehead against yours, sharing your air with heavy breaths while you thanked the Maker for the implanted birth control that you’d gotten ages ago and had many times cynically wondered why. The sensation of your slick, swollen walls against his cock was mind-blowing, and you could swear you heard a single curse word amid the pants falling from his lips, bringing a smile to your cheeks as he sank into you. 

“Good?’ he whispered, his back muscles tense as he waited for your response. You tilted your hips slightly, granting him deeper access, and your whispered “yes” was followed by the fulfilling sensation of the base of his cock pressing against your clit as he bottomed out, mind abuzz with absolute euphoria as he felt you move and sigh blissfully around him. You cupped the back of his head, tilting your face up to kiss him again, and the two of you sat there for a moment, soaking in the intense connection and utter fullness you felt, wrapped around each other as you were. He pulled his hot body up a little, allowing a fresh chill to slip between you as he began to move. 

“Holy kriff,” you gasped. You’d been delighted at the intoxicating feeling of his warm, hard cock inside of you, but the way it dragged along your walls, sending waves of pleasure radiating across your body, had you in a state of near delirium. “Good kriff, good kriff,” you reassured as he paused, alert and cautious. Your hands dug into his perfectly plump buttcheeks, feeling his muscles ripple as he thrust slowly, intentionally, muttering his own enamored disbelief against the side of your cheek. “Oh my gosh,” you whispered over and over, fueling his own passion as your fingers raked up his back and you gripped the back of his neck with one hand. His intensity was growing quickly, and the ecstasy rolling over you was increasing to match as he moved more deliberately against you. The gentle slap of his skin against yours joined the hushed moans and restrained praises as he moved faster and faster. One hand grasped a breast with an almost frantic fervor, and he shuddered as he realized his nearing climax with a hint of terror. 

“I’m… what…” He could barely form words, his brows furrowed tightly as his forehead met yours again. 

“Just go,” you murmured, completely lost in the incredible sensation of his passion. You pulled him close, whispering nonsensical encouragement as his thrusts became erratic and he let out a hoarse breath. He felt even more amazing inside of you as his throbbing cock filled you with his release, coating both of you with slick warmth as he continued to move. He gradually slowed his movements, panting in utterly spent relief and pleasure as he came to a halt, resting inside of you with a few lingering twitches. You wrapped your legs around his, holding him close for a moment as you lingered in vibrant connection and euphoric thrill. 

He pulled out slowly, shifting to lay beside you and wrapping you in his arms. You turned to face him, shifting your thighs together and feeling the mess between them, and stroked from his forehead to his neck as he rested his cheek on your shoulder, his breaths tickling your neck. 

“That was amazing,” you whispered, still vibrating.

“Incredible,” he panted, an appreciative hand resting on your hip. “But… But you… um…” 

“It’s okay,” you laughed, too intoxicated by the joy of it all to care. You felt deeply satisfied, as though a whole new world had opened up to you, and the fact that it was with him made you wonder what you’d done to deserve such a life. He grumbled his disapproval but didn’t press, instead allowing you to snuggle further against him as you slipped one leg between his and nestled your face against his chest. Neither of you could get enough, hands lightly stroking along arms and sides, cheeks and legs, until you slowed into blissful stillness and pressed one last kiss to his chest. 

“I want to do that again,” he murmured, earning another giggle from you. 

“Ditto,” you admitted, smiling against his skin. 

“But next time, I’m gonna get you,” he poked, and you could hear the faint wisp of insecurity beneath the joking levity. Shifting up to lay your head on the pillow next to his, you caressed his cheek in fond admiration. 

“You’ve got me,” you answered, a sheepish smile accompanying your cheesy words. He chuckled, capturing your lips in another mind-melting kiss. 

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You had just moved to Coruscant for University, first time being on your own in the big, scary galaxy. You had never really thought of yourself as sheltered or naive, but the other students had apparently labeled you as “gullible” and thought you an easy target for pranks.

Most of these pranks were thankfully harmless, but one did seem to take things a tad too far. They had sent you on a monkey-lizard chase on the lower levels, something you quickly realized after being laughed out of a bar, but not before you had managed to get completely lost. 

As time passed on, more and more… Questionable characters came out, and you felt way less secure and a lot more desperate.

Some of them must’ve picked up on your nervous behavior, as they began to circle you, tease you and comment on how you must be from the topside, that you had no place being down there, ect.

You were sure this was it. This was how you were going to die, within your very first week of being on your own. You were terrified, alone and couldn’t help the tears beginning to stream down your cheeks.

That’s when he entered your life. Your savior. Your hero. Your king. Rex.

With a few stern words, one warning shot purposely missing a perpetrators head by only a hair strand and a few punches for good measure, he had saved you.

He had stayed with you until you calmed down enough to actually talk, made sure you actually got back home to your student apartment and stayed the night on the couch, like the gentleman he was.

The next day was apparently one of his rare days off duty, which he decided to spend with you.

Pretty soon he would spend all of his off time in your apartment, whenever he was planetside. 

He taught you self defense and how not to be so “gullible” when it came to others. He told you about his crazy adventures, about the jedi and the things he faced in the heat of the battle.

In return, you taught him how to relax, to let himself mourn his losses and his brothers and about regular, civilian life. Though, he never really seemed to quite get the grasp of it.

It didn’t take long for you to fall in love with this wonderful man and it appeared the feeling was mutual. When exactly the relationship started, you weren’t sure. It just kinda happened.

Maybe it began when Rex for the first time brought home a souvenir from one of his missions. Nothing illegal or grand really, just a pretty rock he had found while resting, which made him think of you. He was so shy when he presented it to you, rubbing the back of his and stumbling over his words explaining the reason behind it.

Or maybe it was the first time the two of you cuddled together, warming up and drying off after having gone on an emergency grocery run in the pouring rain. Or the first time Rex let you see the emotional scars the war had caused him. Or the first time he had slept in the same bed as you, after you had had a nightmare.

No. It was without a doubt, the first time you kissed. You wanted to make a traditional meal from your home planet, only to accidentally burn it. You were so distressed, wanting nothing more than for this man to experience a part of your home. Rex had calmed you down with a kiss and the two of you ended up going on your first official date, at Dex’ Diner.

Everything about this man seemed perfect. He made you feel like the most important person in the whole galaxy, like you deserved everything good and then some. And you truly felt the same for him.

Which gave you an inkling of guilt. Rex was a rather… experienced man, when it came to bedroom stuff. Obviously. He wasn’t only extremely handsome and sexy, he was calm, intelligent and had an energy about him which made you feel safe. He was ideal in every way possible.

And you… Were you. You hadn’t even as much as kissed a man before Rex, let alone done anything sexual with anyone. You wanted your first time to be with Rex, but you were scared he would be bored or dissatisfied with you.

Why wouldn’t he? There was no way you could give him anything special. Anything he hadn’t tried yet.

You still wanted to try, though. Rex was bound to come planetside within a few hours and you did everything to give him a warm welcome.

You showered, cleaned the apartment, showered again, dressed your bed with new comfortable sheets, made a delicious meal that just needed quick heating once you got hungry, showered one more time just to be sure and went out to get some fancy drinks and sexy lingerie.

Upon returning to the apartment, you heard the shower running. Thinking that you might’ve forgotten to turn it off during the chaos of preparations, you ran to the refresher to fix your mistake. 

How you missed the perfectly stacked, dirty armor next to the bathroom door will forever be a mystery. 

The very next thing you knew, however, was that you had just run in on a butt naked Rex in the shower. And you suddenly felt a whole lot of things at once.

Rex didn’t seem too bothered to cover himself, though he did stand in a way so his more private parts were hidden from you. More for your comfort than his own.

“Y/N, you’re home. I hope it’s okay I let myself in to get clean, our last mission was on this dustball of a planet,” he explained, as if he ever needed a reason to let himself in. You had given him the keycard and code to your door for a reason.

Despite your best efforts, no sound managed to escape your lips. You were kinda just stuck there, staring dumbfoundedly at Rex, feeling your cheeks get hotter and knees get weaker by the second.

After getting a towel to cover himself with, Rex exited the shower and closed the space between the two of you. “Aaaare you okay, Y/N? I really didn’t mean to scare you, if that’s what happened.”

You were somehow unable to move, just staring ahead like a kybuck caught in headlights. Rex placed a hand on your cheek and lightly tilted your head up to meet his gaze. The look on his face was a mixture of worry from your odd behaviour and loving to finally see you again.

“I was gonna surprise you, but I guess you beat me to it.” You finally managed to get out, though your voice was still careful and low for some reason.

“Is that so? What was the surprise?”

Your heart was beating so fast and loud, you nearly feared it might break free from your chest. Your whole body felt like it was burning hot and melting away, with the way Rex was looking at you, with how close he was, nothing but a singular towel to cover himself.

“I was going to make this night special for you,” you admitted, without fully revealing the truth.

“Mesh’la, every night spent with you is special.”

Though his statement was sweet, it was far from what you meant. It felt weird admitting the truth, nerves wrenching your gut. Although you were certain you wanted this that night, with this man, it was still a huge step for you.

Hiding your face in your hands, you pressed yourself against Rex’ bare chest - which did not help with your rapid heartbeat. “I want to have sex with you. I was gonna surprise you with sex,” you admitted, voice muffled from your hiding.

With both hands coming to rest on your shoulders, Rex gave you the smallest shove so you wouldn’t be hiding against him or behind your hands. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure I heard you correctly,” He said, looking confused though you could swear there was something else hiding behind his eyes. “Did… Did you say you wanted to… Have sex with me?”

You nodded slowly.

Rex’ hand moved up to your cheek to cup it, as his lips made contact with yours. It was long and soft, melting away all of the tension you had built up with anxiety.

“Mesh’la,” Rex began, his voice deep and raspy. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

Confusion written all over your face, your eyes searched his face for any sign of sarcasm or joking. “What do you mean?”

A smirk crossed Rex’ soft lips, as if you had just asked him why the sky was blue. “Just that you seem a bit nervous, that’s all. I like this thing we’ve got going and I don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

Rex’ features had a tendency to become soft in your presence. When you first met him and often when he returned from battle, his features were harsh and rough from the stress of the war. But whenever he was around you, they softened a whole lot, as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

It was incredible to get to witness him relaxing and being himself around you. It made you feel more relaxed too.

“I want to,” You replied, upon realizing you had spent way too long studying his features, rather than answering his question. “I really do want to. Why else would I have spent all day preparing for this? It’s just…” Suddenly feeling shy, your gaze averted downwards and to the side. You leant in closer to Rex, resting against his chest, though this time without it obstructing your voice while talking. “It’s gonna be my first time and… You’re, well, you. And I’m scared I’m not gonna live up to your expertise or it won’t be any good for you or… I don’t know! My mind starts running and running so fast I can’t keep up and all these scenarios start playing out and most are good but those that aren’t just -”

With a swoop of his hand, Rex had tilted your face upwards again and pressed a kiss against your lips to shut you up. Your own hands rested against his abs, just around the start of his happy trail.

Breaking the kiss far too soon, Rex’ forehead came to rest against yours. His eyes were half lidded and so easy to get lost in. “How about we just take it slow and see where it ends?” He suggested, before planting another kiss on your lips. Straightening back up to stand tall, an adoring smile crossed his lips. “And I promise, there’s no way anything you do won’t feel good for me.”

With that, the two of you suddenly ended up in your bed together. But unlike all the other times before, this wasn’t for sleeping or a cuddle session.

All of your plans had been thrown out the window. Rex suggested you waited with the food till after, same with the wine as he wanted you to be clear headed for this.

You were still fully dressed, while Rex’ towel was hanging on to dear life. Rex was leaning over you, sloppily making out while one hand kept exploring your body. So far, not much out of the ordinary.

Well, other than only a piece of cloth separating you from his member and your exploring hands constantly inching closer to it.

Rex only broke the kiss for a second, so he could take off your top and quickly went back to kissing you.

His calloused, yet surprisingly soft hands began fondling with your breast for a spell, expertly massaging and pinching them, causing you to be the one to break the kiss this time, with a gasp.

Rex used this opportunity to move his sloppy kisses down your neck, as one of his hands simultaneously traveled down towards the apex of your legs.

“Tell me if you want me to stop, or if it becomes too much.” He murmured against your skin, the vibrations traveling through your body and forced a pathetic whine out of you, as a response.

Upon making contact with your most private area, Rex found that much to his surprise, you were soaked. Beyond sloppy-makeout-session soaked. And as his finger made contact with your throbbing, sensitive clit, your hips instantly buckled against his hand, while your head threw back in a moan.

Rex broke the attack on your neck, so he could look you in the eyes, as he asked: “How long have you been turned on?” His eyes were dark with lust, his tone bordering between being genuine and being playful.

You gave up your attempt to explore his body, in order to hide the shame on your face. Not accepting this, Rex quickly brushed your hands away and pressed his forehead against yours, forcing you to look at him. All the while, his finger did not stop its teasing of your clit, causing pathetically low moans to escape your lips.

“Answer me, mesh’la.” Rex ordered, his voice commanding yet endearing.

“I, ah… I don’t know? Been thinking ‘bout this all dayhhh… But seeing you, in the shower, def - kark - definitely did something to me.”

“You’ve been thinking about me all day? Tell me about them,” Rex egged you on, one of his digits now teasing your entrance while his thumb continued its ruthless pace on your clit.

Speaking was getting harder, while your vision was starting to blur and this knot began tightening in your solar plexus. One hand grabbed tightly onto Rex’ bicep, while the other found its way past the very loose hanging towel and down to hold his cock. You weren’t sure where this new confidence came from, as you had never had contact with another person's genitals.

The throbbing would probably have freak you out, if it wasn’t for Rex’ finger curling into you, while he moaned - the sexiest thing you’ve ever had the pleasure to hear. The thing that was going to tip you over the edge.

Your grip on Rex’ bicep tightened, nails digging into his tan skin, while your other hand began pumping his cock, moving completely on its own accord. “Ka-ark, Rex….” You moaned, your hips thrusting into his palm, as the knot in your stomach snapped and a huge wave of indescribable pleasure washed over you.

Rex moaned praises into your ear, as his hips began thrusting into your hand. He was struggling himself, the feeling of your hand around his cock, while you were moaning his name, made it hard for him not to just cum right then and there.

But he wouldn’t be a very good soldier - much less captain - if he broke that easy. So when you came down from your high, Rex pulled away.

Confused, you pushed yourself up on your elbows, so you could look at the soldier who had by now moved on to pull your pants and underwear off.

“Did… Did I do something wrong?” you asked, slight panic filling you at the sudden retrieval on his part.

Chuckling, Rex replied: “No, not at all, mesh’la. On the contrary, your hand felt so good, I needed to know what the real deal feels like. That is, if you’re alright with it?” He tested, fingers already gripping the band of your pants and ready to pull.

How could you say no? The way he was looking up at you, all hopeful and loving, like you were a goddess and he was awaiting your blessing. Besides, if he could make you feel this good with just his fingers, you could barely imagine how the real deal would feel.

You nodded at him, the grip he already had on your heart tightening furthermore. “Yes, I’m alright with it.” You said out loud, knowing he wouldn’t accept just a nod for a reply.

In a swift motion, the soldier had completely undressed you. His gaze wandered over your nude form, admiration mixed with lust all in one look.

“Beautiful,” he said breathlessly.

Feeling rather shy under his adoring gaze, you tried to somewhat cover your body with your arms, only to have Rex instantly pushing them away again.

“Don’t,” he encouraged, looking lovingly into your eyes. “You’re more beautiful than I ever dreamt about.”

“You dream of me?” You asked, surprised at this new insight.

“All the time, mesh’la.” Rex replied, leaning back over you to bruise your lips with a few more kisses. “You have become a permanent occupant in my thoughts, giving me something other than the Republic and my brothers to fight for.” Rex continued the kisses down your neck, marking you as his with a small bite.

You weren’t sure if the noise you made was a moan or a sob, but it was something in between. How could he say such wonderful, loving things to you, all the while attacking your neck and grinding against your sex.

At last, Rex sat up again, using both his hand and cock to gather as much of your slick as possible. Then, he paused for a moment. “Are you…?” He began, unsure how to properly ask.

“I am,” you replied as if you had read his thoughts - or maybe just his face. “And are you…?”

“Had my checkups before coming planetside, perfect health all around.” Rex replied, reading your mind on the subject.

The fact that neither of you even had to finish your sentences, that the other part just instantly knew what you meant, furthered your belief that this was the right man for you.

“Then let’s do this.”

Rex did not need to be told twice. He lined himself up with your entrance, the tip barely pushing in. 

“Just relax mesh’la and tell me if it becomes too painful, okay?” Rex’ eyes found yours and the lust was temporarily swapped with worry. This wasn’t his first time being someone's first, and he knew the more nervous they were, the more uncomfortable it would be for both parts. And that was the last thing he wanted for you.

It felt like you were about to cry from happiness. He was so considerate, so amazing. You couldn’t find a better man. “I promise.”

Even though you tried your best to just relax, the intrusion of the head and the sudden stretch was a lot. Rex seemingly quickly picked up on this, as he closed the space between your bodies without pushing any further in. 

His hand began stroking your cheek, as he placed small kisses on your lips, your nose, your forehead and eyelids. It worked, as you melted into his touch and began relaxing again. This gave him room to continue.

“You’re doing great, you feel so good, you’re so amazing, I love you,” these and many other things were whispered into your ear, praising you as you took more and more of him. 

You wrapped your arms around his back, needing to somehow feel even closer to him. One hand found home on the nape of his neck, while the other held onto his shoulder. Tears pricked your eyes at the stretch, but it wasn’t unbearable. It was a pleasant burn and Rex made sure to take it slow, so you could adjust.

It felt like he was deeper in than possible, when he suddenly stopped. You moved your hands, so you could look him in the eyes. “Is it all the way in? It feels so big.”

Rex gave you an adoring smile, then adjusted himself so you could look down at where your bodies connected. “It’s a bit more than half. I’ll let you get used to it, then slowly start thrusting. It’s gonna make it easier to go deeper and feel better for the both of us. Is that okay?”

“Is it okay with you?”

The answer was within the question and Rex knew it. You were okay with it as long as he was. Just the same for him. So instead of giving a verbal response, he began kissing you. No matter how many times you had felt those soft lips on your own, you would never tire of the feeling. 

He slowly began thrusting and the feeling was beyond anything you had ever experienced. The stories you’ve heard of others, the feeling of fingers and all that was nothing compared to the real deal. You felt so full, so complete in the most incredible way.

Your nails dug into his scarred back, you had to break the kiss in order to moan, your hips began meeting his half way through on their own accord. And when he started going faster, his name left your lips with each exhale.

Something about the way his balls were hitting your ass with each thrust filled you with pride. He was all the way in. And the fact that he also had to stop his kisses in order to moan - to grunt! Oh it was the most amazing sound you had ever heard. It made your body swell with pride.

No, not the pride. Something else. Something better.

It was like every nerve in your body had become ignited with pleasure. Like all of the force, the stars, everything good had connected inside your body and was begging to be released. 

All of your muscles tightened, your vision blurred as your mouth was stuck in this ‘O’ shape. Wave after wave washed over you, cleansing you from your anxieties and troubles. Never had you ever imagined a feeling this good. Never had you thought it was possible.

Rex seemed to be just as lost in pleasure, as he kept muttering something under his breath, something you couldn’t understand, while his thrust became faster and more shallow.

Just as you were at your peak, at the moment you thought it was impossible to feel even better, you were proven wrong. Ribbons of seed spilled into you, painting your insides white and it made you reach a new high, a new sensation of indescribable pleasure.

Rex collapsed onto you, all of his energy sucked out with his cum. He was sweating, panting, and completely exhausted. This soldier who could run for miles, climb impossible mountains and fight for his life without losing his breath. But this… You. You managed to exhaust him. 

Not that you were in a much better state, but you at least had the excuse of being a civilian.

After catching your breath, you finally regained control over your own limbs. Weakly, you slapped the soldier on the side of his arm.

“Ow, what was that for?” 

“Why have you never told sex feels this good?”

Chuckling, Rex replied: “I’ll let you know next time.”

Dividers by: Unknown, @lornaka @freesia-writes and @djarrex

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Wrecker

You're all hot, your thighs cling to his. It had happened rather unintentionally at first. Wrecker cuddled with you, it's already late, and his leg is half between your thighs. He moves and immediately feels you respond, the little gasp, the heated cheeks, the flash of your eyes. Wrecker flexes his muscles, moving his massive thigh carefully between yours, creating even more friction. "You like that, don't you?" You bite your lower lip, flash him a suggestive smirk, and nod. Wrecker suddenly rolls onto his back and yanks you along with him, eliciting a startled yelp. You're sitting over him now, still his massive thigh between yours. "Come on sweetie, let off steam, ride on". You hesitate only very briefly, the offer is too appealing and as he tenses his muscles again, the temptation just too great. You move your hips, rubbing your pussy over his hard tensed bare thighs, your panties already all wet. Your clit is throbbing, your hands are resting on his broad chest, your fingernails are leaving marks. But Wrecker doesn't complain, he watches you fascinated, his huge cock, bulges unmistakably in his tight-fitting boxers. Your gaze wanders right there, and the sight sends new, hot impulses through your pussy. You climb off his thigh, right over his lap, and start rubbing against his hard length. Wrecker lets out a surprised but definitely aroused gasp, licking his lips. Pressure builds in your abdomen, a tingling that pulses harder and harder, making your pussy twitch as your juices seep through the fabric of your panties and his boxers. Your hips are getting faster and faster. "That's my girl, keep riding".

You hoarsely moan his name, feeling the climax building, every muscle taut, a deep tingle in every nerve ending. "I'm gonna-" Wrecker nods, "Me too." You feel his cock pulsing close to your pussy as you rub against him, a gasp catching in your throat as your orgasm floods your senses and makes your thighs quiver, a pulse sweeping over you like a wave. You see Wrecker beneath you doing the same, and a satisfied smile spreads across your lips. After a few heavy breaths, Wrecker grins at you. You say, "You're better than any roller coaster ride," and elicit a happy laugh from him.

Crosshair

He has you pressed against the wall, one of his thighs between yours. One of his hands is clawed at your hip, the other is on your neck. Crosshair is particularly dominant today, and you love it.

Your skirt is pushed up slightly and his thigh plate rubs over the fabric of your panties. You clearly feel how you get wet, an initially tender pulse arises. With each of his movements, this pulse increases, tingling in your clit, in your pussy. But suddenly he stops completely. Restlessly, you move your hips, seeking the delightful friction against his thigh, and a grin shows on his face.

"That's a good girl, get what you need, rub against me".

Crosshair presses his thigh against your pubic again and holds still. Heat of shame rises in your cheeks, but still you continue to rub against him, unable to resist that tingle as he holds you pressed against the wall.

Your hips continue to move, chasing this sensation that increases with each rub.

Crosshair's lips descend on yours, engaging them in a fiery kiss that sets off a firestorm in your nerve endings. The tingling in your belly spreads to your chest, the pulse in your pussy intensifies, you feel your juices by now seeping through your panties onto his thigh plate.

You hear voices, not too far away. Crosshair has pulled you into a corner in a public city garden. People can't see you directly unless they're looking for you, but they can hear you because the walkway passes very close to the bushes and the wall of the house where you are.

His lips leave yours, but his face remains very close, you feel his hot breath on your skin. Your thighs, clasped around his, begin to tremble, your hip movements become faster.

You bite your lower lip, desperate not to be too loud. Your breathing is heavy and fast. You see a small smile twitch around the corners of his mouth. The pulse in your pussy peaks. Your mouth flaps open, the gasp catches in your throat, your movements become slower, more erratic, while the intense tingling first reaches an explosive peak, then, very slowly, fades away.

You hear him laugh softly.

"Good girl," he says, removing his codpiece.

Crosshair pulls his thigh back between yours, reaches under your skirt, and slowly pulls your wet panties down, to your ankles. He turns you around, facing back toward him, and presses himself against you.

"Continue to be a good girl and bend over".

Rex

He knows you really shouldn't be doing this right now, but he looks at you, sees how much you enjoy it, how aroused you are, and can't resist. His hands are on your buns, helping the movements of your hips as you rub your pussy against his thigh.

He's sitting on an ammo crate in the hold of a gunship, in the hangar. In the distance you hear voices, footsteps and other sounds, people crossing the hangar. His heart is beating up to his neck, afraid you might get caught.

His thigh plate is lying on the box next to you, he has tightened his muscle on which you are rubbing so pleasurably, sighing softly and moaning. He looks into your face, and he loves this expression when you are horny and greedily seeking release on his body.

His cock, despite all the fear of being caught, is rock hard and pulsing impatiently behind his codpiece. But there is no time for that now, besides he has nothing with him to clean up a possible mess.

This wasn't planned, it just happened. Actually you came here to say goodbye, Rex was supposed to leave for a mission that would probably take a few days, maybe even weeks.

But now you're riding his thigh, rubbing against it, your arms clasped around his shoulders as if your life depended on it.

Your arousal has already soaked through his Blacks, seeping through the fabric down to his skin. He would later reattach the plate to it, hoping no one would see the stain.

You hastily removed your pants, lying next to Rex's thigh plate. His strong hands greedily knead your buns, pressing you harder against his thigh. He wishes you had time for more.

In your belly there is a throbbing, a tingling, just like in your pussy, your clit. The tingling travels through all nerve endings, like a wave that finds its climax, its impact on the shore, between your thighs.

You tremble with excited tension, moaning out, but Rex hastily puts one of his hands over your mouth.

"Darlin', you need to keep it down," he says gently but seriously.

You don't listen to him at all, your thighs clinging to his, trembling, as your orgasm rolls over you. With Rex's hand on your mouth, you roll your eyes back and your fingers cling to the armor on his shoulders.

Rex can't help but stare at you, fascinated. He smiles, but he also sighs softly, wistfully. He wants to pull you closer into his arms, but you surprise him when you hurriedly stand up and put on your pants.

That's probably better, he thinks silently, after all, you could be caught here at any moment. But to his renewed surprise, you don't plan to leave, or say goodbye, at least not as he imagined.

Rex is still sitting in front of you on the crate. You push his thighs apart and kneel between them, hastily loosening his codpiece and grinning cheekily at him from below.

"You didn't think I'd let you go short, did you?"

Fives

You're sitting at a table with Fives at 79's, actually on his lap with your back to him. It's loud, the music vibrates through your whole body. The club is full, the dance floor is full, as are all the other tables and the bar.

Still, you've been secretly rubbing up against him, covered by the table. Fives has specially taken off his thigh plate, so you can rub your pussy against his tense muscle. Your movements are subtle, barely noticeable, you can't move as you'd like to chase your climax.

Five's mouth comes close to your ear, and he asks over the loud music, "Do you want more?"

You lean toward him and say, "I can't, too many people."

But that doesn't bother Fives as he reaches forward, between your legs under your skirt. His fingers wander, immediately under the fabric of your panties and deftly find the small, sensitive pearl that instantly begins to pulsate under his touch.

You look around, startled, but no one seems to be paying any particular attention to you. Fives act is covered by the table and as long as no one gets on their knees near your table, it will stay that way.

He rubs your clit with pleasure, you can't see his face at the moment, but you know there's a self-satisfied smile on his lips, especially when he feels your thighs tighten.

He pushes you forward a bit on his lap so that he can also reach under your skirt and between your legs from behind, with his other hand. With ease, he pushes the fabric of the panties aside, finds your wet hole and gently slides first one, then a second finger between your slick walls and begins to gently pump. Your juices drip down his fingers as he stimulates you in this way and the fingertips of his other hand, continue to dance diligently over your clit, almost matching the beat of the music.

Every muscle in your body is tense with excitement. Fives knows every point by now, every movement that gets you going. You'd love to moan out loud and snuggle up to him uninhibited while he fingers you, but you have to pull yourself together.

As he feels your pussy twitch, his fingers speed up, in your cleft as well as on your clit. The intensity increases very quickly and steadily all at once. The knot in your belly dissolves into a pulse coursing through your twitching pussy, tingling all the way down to your toes.

Fives has felt it clearly. He teasingly tickles your pearl and the entrance to your hole he penetrated earlier with his fingers, making you twitch briefly from the over stimulation. Finally, he lets go of you, leans close to your ear again and says, "Good girl".

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