#fives smut

[starrylothcat]

Bon Appétit

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+. No plot. Just smut. PiV sex, cunnilingus. Fluffy, dorky. Established relationship.

WC: 1,000

A/N: I wrote this by the pool on vacation while having Fives thots. Not super edited, I’ve had a few drinks. Enjoy!

You placed the bag of take-out on the counter, knowing Fives would be over any minute.

Fives just returned from a long campaign on some Outer Rim planet and had a few days of rare leave upon his return.

You grabbed food from your favorite dive restaurant on the way back to your Coruscant apartment, knowing Fives would be ravenous for food that wasn’t ration bars.

As expected, a few moments later Fives stepped through your door, and he was on you instantly.

He grasped the sides of your face, bringing you into a passionate, fiery kiss as his hello. You melted into him, his mouth exploring yours, his hands groping and grabbing anything he could find.

“H-hello” You were able to gasp through his kisses, his lips now leaving a fiery trail down your neck. “I missed you.”

“Hello,” He rumbled into your now hot skin, set ablaze by his passion. “I missed you, too.”

You yelped as he swooped you up into his arms, carrying you straight into your bedroom, dropping you down onto your bed.

“I got food from Desi’s Noodles, your favorite.” You sat up as he quickly stripped his armor and his blacks. “Figured you might be hungry.”

Five’s eyes darkened as he climbed on top of you, his cock already hard and begging for you. You helped him remove your clothing, your own desire flooding your senses, desperate for his touch.

“Oh, I’m hungry.”

Fives nipped at your bare stomach, licking eagerly around the hem of your lacy panties. He growled as he bit your panties, dragging them down your legs and throwing them over his shoulder.

Fives grinned between your legs.

“I’m starving, actually.”

Before you could respond to his silly remark, his skilled tongue and lips were on your pussy, causing your body to convulse at the sudden pleasurable intrusion.

“So good, so sweet. Mesh’la, you’re soaked for me. “ Fives slurred into your folds, already drunk on your taste and the feel of your soft pussy on his face, his goatee adding delicious friction to his ministrations.

“I missed this gorgeous pussy of yours. Dream of it every night. Just like this.”

“Fives…I…” You lost your train of thought, your mouth agape as his tongue flicked and rolled around your clit.

He chuckled into your folds, massaging your thighs as he licked and sucked to his heart’s content.

“Yes, mesh’la? You sayin’ something?” His eyes looked up your body, glazed with lust, meeting your half-lidded ones.

“The food…is getting cold… ” You managed to gasp, his tongue working absolute magic on your clit, your body trembling, knowing you did not want him to stop under any circumstance.

Fives pulled away momentarily, his lips hovering right over where you wanted him most.

“We can stop…” he teased, gently brushing his tongue over your swollen nerve, your thighs spasming and clenching around his head.

“Don’t…you dare.” you gasped, gripping the sheets beneath you.

Fives buried his face into your core once more, fingers teasing at your entrance as he focused on your clit again.

You writhed, moaning and gasping as your muscles began to tighten in your belly and thighs, your release building.

Fives pushed his fingers in without resistance, finding that spot that made your mind spin.

Your orgasm hit quickly, Fives holding you down against his face as pleasure rocked your body, his name leaving your lips over and over, music to his ears.

“Mesh’la…Maker, you’re so beautiful when you cum.” Fives licked his lips as he sat up from between your legs, his goatee shiny with your juices.

He crawled back on top of you, kissing you deeply, your body boneless.

He slid his tongue with yours, giving you a taste of your tangy release.

Your passionate kiss was interrupted by a low growl in your lower belly.

You couldn’t help a loud laugh at the sound, Fives laughing as well into the crook of your neck, breaking the kiss.

“Maybe we should eat.” He chuckled, kissing the side of your jaw.

You reached down, grasping his rigid length, giving it a few lazy pumps.

He groaned, his eyes fluttering closed.

“We can stop?” You teased, mirroring his statement from before.

Fives smirked, kissing you again as you ran your fingertips over the velvety head of his cock, causing him to shudder and whine.

“Mmm, I can wait a little longer if you can.” He murmured, lining himself up with your entrance.

He easily slid inside, a choked sound leaving his lips as he bottomed out inside you.

“F-fuck…” he sighed, dropping his forehead to yours.

“You’re so warm…so soft” He ran one reverent hand up your torso, cupping the side of your face.

“I love you.”

You rolled your hips up, encouraging him to move, tangling your fingertips in his soft curls as your legs locked around his waist.

“I…ah…love you too…” You mewled as he pulled out and pressed back in, starting a slow pace, looking down into your eyes.

“You feel amazing…” He groaned. “So good for me.” Fives shifted his hips, changing the angle of his cock that was now driving into you without pause.

You cried out, tightening your grip in his locks, his thrusts hitting a spot that took the breath from your lungs with each snap of his hips.

“Fives…you feel so good, more, please…!”

He pressed a thumb to your aching clit, his other hand reaching to entangle with yours above your head.

He loved seeing you like this, totally fucked and blissed out, your face flushed, your louder and louder cries if his name as he brought you closer to release.

“Cum for me, I’m close too…cum with me mesh’la.” Fives gritted out, his head pressed to the side of yours, his low moans right in your ear.

“Fives, I’m - I’m so close I…”

The building pressure in your belly exploded, his thumb circling your swollen nub in tight circles as his own orgasm pulsed through him, his hips stuttering as he filled you. You swallowed one another’s cries as you kissed, tears pricking at the sides of your eyes at the intensity of your shared orgasms.

Fives gave one final thrust before slowly pulling out and collapsing beside you on your bed. Your chests heaving and sweat covering your bodies as the ecstasy slowly faded from your coupling.

He gently kissed your shoulder, murmuring something sweet you barely heard over your own labored breaths.

“Now…what did you say about noodles?” Fives traced his fingertips up your torso, lips still on your shoulder.

You giggled, turning toward him on the bed. You kissed his tattoo, his eyes reflecting nothing but pure adoration back at you.

“That’s the main course, but I’m hoping for a few more after…” you mused, tracing his toned chest with a finger. “Seconds, thirds, fourths…”

Fives had you pinned under him in an instant, chuckling in your ear. “You think your appetite can handle all that?” He nipped lightly at your earlobe, squeezing and feeling one of your breasts with his palm, your nipples hardening at the new jolt of arousal burning under your skin.

“Oh, I’m sure of it.”

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[zoeykallus]

The Bad Batch/Rex/Fives x Fem!Reader HCs- Thigh Riding Part 2 Of 2

Warnings: Strongly Suggestive/Dry Humping/Thigh Riding/Strong Language/Soft Dom/Dirty Talk/Public Sexual Activities (More Or Less)/18+

PART 1 (Hunter/Echo/Tech)

Wrecker

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

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

Crosshair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You hear him laugh softly.

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

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

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

Rex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fives

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[literallyjustanerd]

Tease (Fives X Fem!Reader)

You're a student at Coruscant U. The boys of the 501st are guest speakers for a class on galactic politics. But one particular ARC trooper gets more than he bargains for when he starts checking you out...

My first time attempting anything close to smut, hope y'all enjoy! Lmk if it's good enough that you'd want a continuation ;) This also may be partially inspired by a dream i had oops

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: eye-fucking, teasing, showing off, making out, hints of both dom reader and dom Fives, suggestive ending

Rating: 18+ (minors DNI please)

Credit for the Fives divider to @freesia-writes with helmet art by @lornaka !

You have to stifle a yawn as you settle into your desk, stretching out heavy limbs. Your last lecture after a long day of classes. Galactic Relations and Conflict wasn’t really relevant to your major- you’d picked the elective on a whim, but it had proven to be your most interesting class this semester by far. Today promised to be no different: your lecturer had pulled some strings and arranged for some pretty interesting guest speakers.

You hear them before you see them: boisterous laughter echoing down the hallways. Then, the boys in blue file through the door. The one in front corrals the others into order as they come to stand at attention at the back of the hall. Five in total- two ARC troopers, two lieutenants and their Commanding Officer. Armour proudly polished where it isn’t scuffed or dented, painted helmets slung under their arms. Two things hit you in quick succession as your eyes cross the five identical faces. One: these clones are nothing like the carbon copies you’ve seen on your holoscreen. As alike as they look under their haircuts and tattoos, they’re individuals, plain as day, from how they style themselves to the way they stand and speak. Two: one of them is looking your way.

There’s a cool confidence in his demeanour, an effortless assurance to his movements, and he’s not at all embarrassed to be caught looking: though he’s still in conversation with the others, his eyes don’t waver from yours for a moment. It gives you ample time to take in the view, and what a view it is. The angle of his brow highlights the tattoo at his temple, and from there you follow the sharp cut of his jaw down to the well-kept goatee at his chin, up to the inviting curve of his mouth. Solid, square shoulders shift when he laughs at something another clone says. There’s a stray curl falling over his forehead you want to tangle in your fingers. You fight the urge to bite your lip as your eyes venture lower, sweeping down a broad, thick chest to his deliberately cocked hip. You force yourself to look away. Can’t be caught ogling the trooper, like the self-proclaimed “bucket fuckers” you see on your social media feed, lining up at 79s every weekend. You’re not that desperate. Subconsciously, though, you realise you’ve straightened in your seat, pulled your shoulders back. You’re even toying with your hair. 

You cringe internally, chastising yourself for looking so eager. Calm down, you think, it probably doesn’t even mean anything that he’s looking. The lecture isn’t due to start for another ten minutes, and among the smattering of early students, you’re the only one in the front row. He’s just getting a look at his audience. But when you chance another look up at the ARC trooper, you find his gaze still locked onto you, even as the clone beside him continues to speak. Cockiness is a trait you usually find irritating. But much to your dismay, instead of scoffing when he arches his brow and quirks his mouth in your direction, you feel your pulse quicken and your skin heat.

He winks, and your mind is made up in an instant, caution thrown to the wind. It’s been too long since you’ve taken a break from your studies and had this kind of fun. If he wants to play the game, you’ll play. And you’re not going down without a fight.

You bring your eyes back down to your desk and pretend to be deeply focused on laying out your datapad for taking notes. Hot as blaster fire, his gaze still burns on you, but you refuse to give in. You’re no stranger to this dance, and you’ve gotten pretty good at it, even if you do say so yourself. Your lecturer enters soon after and begins the talk, introducing your guests. You get your first taste of the ARC trooper’s deep, gravelly voice when he steps forward in turn, as well as his name. Fives. It loops in your mind as you wrap your lips around it, trying it out. As Captain Rex takes the podium, you make your first move. Slowly, deliberately, you cross one leg over the other, and lean your elbows on your desk, shoulders pulled proudly back. The stars must have aligned for you this morning: you’d picked one of your lower cut shirts, and it frames your cleavage perfectly. A few carefully counted seconds later, you tilt your head away from the podium back to Fives.

Oh, yeah. You’ve got him. 

He’s looking. He’s staring. His gaze has darkened, intensified. When his eyes roam down low and creep back up, you feel it like it’s his fingers on your skin. Your body warms under the stare, liquid heat pouring over you, pooling at the top of your thighs. Not wanting to seem too self-satisfied, you allow yourself a small, restrained smirk. A twitch of your eyebrow, just to gloat. Such a small gesture, but it lights a fire in Fives’ eyes. You’re enjoying the game, but you want to stretch it out, so you leave him hanging, and go back to listening to Captain Rex, your stylus working across your datapad, dutifully taking notes like you’d been paying attention the whole time.

You don’t let up on Fives, though. As his brothers each take their turn to answer questions from the cohort, you pull out every trick up your sleeve. Mussing your hair, adjusting your top. You swear you see his upper lip twitch into a growl when you shift your legs, gliding one foot up and down your calf. He has his arms folded now, the end of a thumb jammed into his mouth, chewing on the tip in a way that makes you hungry to replace that thumb with your lips. He makes no attempt to hide his want: he’s undressing you with his eyes, and you’re quickly getting drunk on the power. The killing blow comes when Fives has to wrench his attention from you long enough to take his turn at the stand. You can see him struggling to keep his focus on the rest of the lecture hall and away from you. At first, you feign innocence, letting up the act for a few short minutes, playing nice, giving him a reprieve. And in truth, it’s not hard to actually stop and listen to his words: he speaks with confidence, cracks a few corny but endearing jokes, and answers the audience’s questions with a thoughtfulness and insight that catches you off guard. Shit, you think, swallowing down the flutter in your chest, he might have the edge on you. 

But in the end, he will get no mercy from you. The third time he gives in and glances in your direction, he finds you with your stylus poised at the corner of your mouth. Your pulse throbbing, you grind your thighs together, making a show of it. Your tongue darts out for just a moment and, soft and delicate, you press the stylus past your lips, teasing the tip. The effect is instant. Fives chokes on his last word, stifling a groan that quickly turns into a string of coughs. His eyes are blown wide, his cheeks several shades darker as he tries to regain his composure and remember what he had been saying. 

You win.

You back off for the rest of the lecture, content to enjoy the feeling of his eyes on you and the playful glances you exchange from the moment he leaves the podium. He takes your little trick in stride, and even gives back what he gets, a sway in his hips as he walks back to rejoin the other clones, taking it slow to give you ample time to enjoy the view from behind. All too quickly, though, the talk ends, and so does your fun. You shoot Fives one last wink as he and his brothers leave the hall, and he fixes you with a cutting smile that’s equal parts charming and dangerous. You gather your things and leave with the other students, with full intention of returning to your apartment to take care of the ache between your legs alone. The memory of Fives’ gaze lingers on your skin, drawing an involuntary shudder. 

The train home is going to be torture.

But you don’t make it to the station. You don’t even make it off campus. You’re rounding the corner away from the lecture hall when you hear him. He clears his throat, and your nerves thrill when you turn to see Fives leaning heavy against the wall, one hand propped on the inviting curve of his hip. The pathway he stands in is seldom-used, small and quiet, and the shadows from the towering buildings throw his face into shadow. His voice is pitched low when he speaks, thick and sweet, dripping like syrup.

“Quite a show you just put on,” he purrs, and the words go straight to your cunt. “What’s your name, gorgeous?” You give him your answer, careful to keep your voice in check while the rest of you quivers with anticipation. Fives repeats it, the sound rolling heavily off his tongue.

“Thought this gig was going to be boring,” he muses, “you certainly proved me wrong. Thought it would only be polite to return the favour. Show my… appreciation?”

The curling grin on your face is all the answer he needs: a thick hand on your waist pulls you into the alleyway, cold brick at your back and hot breath on your neck. You’re trapped in an instant, bracketed by his arms on either side. His lips hover an agonising inch from your skin, sparks of honey-sweet electricity dancing along your shoulders and down your spine.

His body is still angled away from yours, yet the tiny, twitching roll of his hips draws an answering thrust from you all the same. The lack of friction tears a tiny groan of frustration from your throat before you can stop it, and Fives’ chest rumbles with his answering chuckle. The end of your rope dangles so close. It would be so easy to just give in and let him win. Your defences weaken further when the warmth against your throat sharpens, searing breath giving way to the scorching wet heat of his lips at the top of your jaw. The dizzying thrill of finally feeling him against you is what gives you the strength to regain control. A firm hand at his cheek shifts his mouth away from your ear and onto your lips, kissing him hard and merciless. He moans when your fingers dip low to scratch teasingly through his goatee, and the sound sets your every nerve singing symphonies. In an instant you know you’d do anything to hear that sound again, to feel the high of him melting under your touch. With dwindling patience you reach out, grabbing at the belt of his armour and trying to pull him flush against you. He resists, breaking your kiss just barely and tutting against your lips.

“No need to rush, mesh’la,” he taunts, settling a warm, gloved hand on the swell of your hip. He’s firm but gentle, coaxing you back into the wall with just enough pressure to tease you. You recognise the Mando’a, though you can’t quite place its meaning. You find you don’t much care- not when Fives is kneading at your waist and mouthing at your collarbone. 

“We’ve got plenty of time Besides…” With one fluid movement, he forces your legs apart, pressing one thick thigh between your own. It's your turn to moan, trying to shift your hips, though Fives' grip keeps you maddeningly still. ”You gave me a whole lot of grief back there. I’ve got a lot of catching up to do.”

You swallow thickly, the shifting column of your throat catching against Fives’ teeth and making you gasp. This one might be harder to win than you thought. A devilish grin slides onto your lips.

You still won’t go down without a fight.

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[anxiouspineapple99]

Just a Touch of Your Love

Pairing: Fives x Fem!Reader

Summary: Fives follows you to your dance class thinking you’re going on a date. Confessions of love and sweet sweet smut ensue!

Warnings: mutual pining, oral sex (m & f receiving), PiV, lots of sappy worshipping

Word Count: 3785

A/N: I’m going to convert you all into Fives girlies (GN) one day. This man is just 🥰🫠 i LOVE writing Fives.

Song reader is dancing to is:

Song smut was written to:

>We will be back on Coruscant 1300 today. Meet us at 79s at 1700 - Fives

You stared at the unexpected message on your datapad and you couldn’t contain the giddy leg kicks you did off the edge of your bed. Fives was coming home!

You were just friends. At least, you tried to convince yourself of that fact over and over but your heart didn’t seem to listen or care. So tonight you were throwing caution to the wind, consequences be damned. You were telling him. At 79s. After you’d had enough drinks to knock out a bull bantha.

>Have an appointment. Will be done around 1730. See you at 79s after!

You glanced at the chrono and made your way to the door tossing your small bag over your shoulder. In an effort to keep your mind occupied while Fives was gone, you’d joined a dance class at a local studio. The workout helped keep the anxiety about his safety and the stress from work at bay. You also loved it being walking distance from your apartment and you usually enjoyed having the opportunity to ruminate in your thoughts before class started. However, today you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched the entire trek to the studio.

“She says she’s busy and is going to be late.” Fives stared at your message on his datapad anxiously.

“So?” Hardcase absently answered as he laid in his bunk.

“What if she’s on a date?” Fives began to pace, mindlessly tapping the datapad against his thigh as he stroked his goatee.

“Which brings us back to…so? I thought you two were just friends.” Hardcase sat up, narrowing his eyes at his brother. He’d had suspicions that there was more there than Fives had wanted to admit.

“We…are. But any guy she’s with needs to meet my standards. I need to know she’s safe. Physically and emotionally.” Fives rubbed the back of his neck as he leaned against the parasteel wall of the barracks.

“Sure, brother. Whatever you have to tell yourself. So you’re going to follow her?” Hardcase cocked his eyebrow with a knowing grin.

“Yep,” Fives tossed the datapad down on his bunk and walked toward the door.

“Good luck. See you tonight at 79s!” Fives threw a hand up in a lazy wave as Hardcase called to him. However Hardcase had a feeling he wouldn’t be seeing his brother again until morning.

Fives followed you from your apartment to the dance studio. He sighed in relief when he realized it wasn’t a date and then was overwhelmed with curiosity at your new hobby you’d kept hidden from him. He briefly considered waiting for you at your apartment but he was brimming with a need to see what you were doing. He followed a small group of spectators in, and immediately scanned the room for you. His keen eyes spotted you, front and center of the small group of dancers that were already performing.

He swelled with pride watching the way you owned the room with smooth and graceful steps and the incredibly sexy gyration of your hips (maker your ass looked good in those heels and booty shorts.) His eyes were drawn to your lips that were silently mouthing the words of the (admittedly somewhat suggestive song) you were dancing to. If only he could kiss you right then and there. He couldn’t help but think how glad he was he wasn’t watching you on a date and how desperately he wished you were his.

As the class wrapped up you heard the giddy twitters of your fellow dancers. You turned to see what the commotion was about and flushed deeply seeing him watching you from across the room. His forearm rested against the wall and he leaned into it. His legs were slightly crossed, the toe of his right boot resting on the dorsum of his left. His helmet may have been on still but you could feel his gaze on you, completely ignoring the gaggle of giggling girls that had surrounded him. You gave a shy wave and made your way over, bag slung over your shoulder.

“Hey…what are you doing here?” You whispered as you tugged your hair back into a ponytail.

“Watching you. Can’t believe you were holding out on me! Let’s get out of here,” through the modulation of his voice you could hear the lilt of joy you’d missed so much while he’d been gone. He plucked the bag from your hand and escorted you out the door, hand ghosting the small of your back sending your heart racing as you began the walk back to your apartment.

“Why didn’t you tell me you’d taken up dance, mesh’la?”

“You always make fun of Hardcase’s dancing and I thought…”

“What? I make fun of Case because he can’t dance. He looks like an injured tauntaun. I wouldn’t make fun of you. You’re… graceful and lovely when you dance. I could watch you all day.” The earnest sincerity of his compliment sent your heart into a tailspin. You were certain that had he not been wearing that bucket you would have kissed him right then and there.

You paused, “But how did you find me? And why? You could have just waited for me at 79s.”

He removed his helmet and tucked it under his arm, “I’m an ARC trooper, babe. Reconnaissance is my specialty,” he winked at you. Your mouth pressed into a hard line as your eyes narrowed.

His bravado dropped as his shoulders turned in and he meekly continued. “Fine, You were so vague in your message and…well if you were on a date I wanted to make sure he wasn’t a sleemo. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

You blinked, stunned speechless.

Fives clenched his jaw before a look of determination broke through, “Don’t you ever wonder why I always stay with you when we’re at 79s?”

You shrugged and kicked a pebble as you walked.

“Because I want to. I want to stay with you, not go home with some girl whose name I’ll forget by the time I sneak out of her apartment. I’d pick you a hundred, a thousand, no…a million times. No hesitation. I’d take on the entire CIS, GAR, and the chancellor himself just to keep you safe.”

“Oh. Well…what…what if….” You stared at your feet and picked at your nails.

“Yes, cyare?” His soft baritone offered comfort and safety.

“What if I want that? I want you?” You could barely squeak out the words, terrified you’d read the entire exchange wrong.

His nose crinkled briefly as he processed your statement, “You want…really? Me?”

His eyes lit up as you nodded your affirmation. He dropped your bag and closed the gap between you, he wrapped his arms around your thighs, hooking them under your bum and lifted you into a spin as his helmet clattered to the permacrete.

“Fives!” You yelped with giddy surprise, “what are you doing?”

“I saw it in a holofilm once and I wanted to try it,” a blush rose to his cheeks as he started to lower you back to the ground.

“No! Don’t put me down yet! I like it!” You pressed your forehead to his, unable to contain your beaming grin.

The remainder of your walk back to your apartment was filled with giggles, gentle touches, and joy radiating from both of you so brightly it put the twin suns of Tatooine to shame.

“So I will get cleaned up and we can head to 79s, yeah?” You twittered as you punched in the code for your door. The door hissed open but before you could walk inside, Fives’ fingers circled your wrist and yanked you back toward him.

“Fives!” You shrieked as he swept you into his arms again, “I’m sweaty and gross! I need a shower!”

He grasped the back of your neck and pulled you in for the first kiss he needed more than air.

“Mmph..not gross,” he mumbled, his lips pressed to yours. “…mph…sexy,” he continued with sloppy enthusiasm. “…beautiful…ethereal…delicious…resplendent..a divine goddess I will worship for the rest of my life…” Every praise filled adjective was punctuated with those frantic and sloppy kisses to emphasize his earnestness. “If you insist though, I’m joining you. At this point I don’t think I can stand being apart from you, mesh’la.”

His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to access your soft neck. The two of you clumsily fumbled through your door, pulling armor and clothing off haphazardly as you refused to pull apart from the kisses you’d both only dreamt of before that moment.

The mess of lips and limbs stumbled into the ‘fresher. You blindly fumbled for the tap as Fives’ hand at the back of your head kept your lips pressed to his own. You sighed into him as his warm soft lips parted, his tongue seeking entrance to entangle itself with yours. He pressed you against the shower wall as the water hissed to life, his lips never staying in one place for long. Your sighs touched his ears like a melody, your body the instrument and his kisses the method of playing it. He reveled in the sanctity of your skin on his and even still you both shared a ravenous need to be closer.

“Turn around,” he whispered into your lips as he reached for the shampoo over your shoulder.

His strong deft fingers began massaging your scalp. Kisses were interspersed along your neck and shoulders as his hands weaved an intimate and soothing rhythm through your locks. You tilted your head back, chasing the sensation of his fingers moving through your hair, a sensual sigh escaping your lips. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple as one hand continued massaging and the other trailed down your throat and along your collarbone. His fingers traipsed lazily along your skin, slowly working your floral body gel into a lather, caressing, tickling, teasing. His hands cupped your breasts, thumbs flicking your sensitive nipples. His teeth grazed your neck before he sucked his mark into your shoulder. Your melodious sounds stoked his own flame of arousal to a raging wildfire, his own groans a harmony in the song of your love. Your nails dragged along his thighs needily as you pressed ever closer to him. Wordlessly he turned you to face him again, running soapy hands along every soft curve of your body with devotion.

You followed his lead, massaging shampoo into his scalp until suds ran down his neck. You paused to press open mouthed kisses to his pecs, circling your tongue around each of his nipples. He growled in response, grasping at your waist as his head lolled back in electric pleasure. Your fingers traced the v-line leading down to his erect penis. You grasped the shaft, pumping a few times before dropping to your knees and taking his tip in your mouth. You relaxed your jaw allowing him to reach the back of your throat. His velvety skin alone was delicious and you ached to taste his release. You slowly dragged your mouth along his length, your tongue flicking and pressing until you reached the tip. You swirled your tongue around it, your pussy clenched as you tasted the precum he leaked. You sank your mouth to the base once more and he bucked his hips moaning your name. You dug your fingers into the firm cheeks of his ass, encouraging him to fuck your mouth. Drool poured down your chin as he grasped your hair, thrusting wildly as he chased the pleasure your mouth provided. Your fingers tightened their grip as his thrusts became erratic, his release eminent. He braced himself against the shower wall as he created the peak. You swallowed everything he had to give. He pulled you back to your feet for another kiss, moaning as he tasted himself on your tongue.

As the warm water rained down from the shower head rinsing the last of the soap away, Fives’ eyes remained fixed on you, his gaze lustful and admiring at once. His fingers were velvety, memorizing every curve he’d only once admired from afar. He turned you to face away from him, trailing kisses from behind your ear down to your shoulder. His arms wrapped protectively around you. His touch was reverent and worshipful and his kisses had slowed to a purposeful momentum. Through it he revealed the burning desire he’d suppressed until this moment. His hands slowly investigated your body more while his lips danced about your shoulders and neck. His pace was almost agonizingly slow as his hands returned to your breasts, brushing his thumb across your nipple.

The wanton moan that escaped your lips made him chuckle, “Do you know how long I have dreamt of this? You’re even more exquisite than any fantasy I have ever imagined.”

You reached back and ran your hand across his cheek. He leaned into you, kissing your palm, not stopping until you moved your hand to grasp the back of his neck. The hand that had rested on your thigh hand made its way between your legs. His caress was no more than a tease, a delicate stroke back and forth that stoked the fire within you even more than you’d thought possible.

“F-Fives…I” you gasped as his featherlight ministrations continued while his other hand’s teasing of your nipple remained steady and relentless.

“Patience, mesh’la. Let’s move to your bed.”

Fives wrapped you in a towel and carried you to your bed, laying you down as if you were made of glass. He immediately caged you in, his symphony of kisses whispering secret wordless promises. He pressed his leg against your aching core, groaning as he felt how wet you were for him.

He began pressing soft, open mouthed kisses down your neck. He journeyed along your clavicle, down your sternum to your breasts and then he paused, circling his tongue around your nipple pulling a gasp and then a filthy moan from you. Meanwhile his deft fingers drew wispy concentric circles around your other nipple.

“Fives, oh maker… that’s…you’re so good at that,” you whined barely coherent as he wound you up like a wind up toy.

He purred, catching your eye, his own amber eyes filled with lust and adoration.“Let’s see what else I’m good at.”

He maintained his pace, slow and deliberate as he moved his kisses down to your stomach. He wanted to taste every part of you. He ran a hand up between your breasts and across your collarbone, holding you down as he first ran his tongue and then his goatee over your ticklish hipbone. He made his way to your sensitive core, running his goatee lightly and slowly down your folds. He placed a hand on each thigh, holding your legs open as he licked a single strip along your sex.

“Oh stars, Fives!” You gasped, bucking your hips in pursuit of his tongue.

His remaining fiber of self control snapped. His hands gripped your hips, greedily pulling you closer to him. He pressed his tongue deep inside your pussy swirling and thrusting with a vigor that had you nearly screaming his name. A growl rumbled deep in his chest as he heard the depraved sounds having his face pressed to your sex drew from you. His fingers returned to your thighs, holding your legs open so he didn’t miss a thing. You dug your fingers into your bed sheets as you panted his name like a prayer. He hummed savoring how you tasted. He’d imagined this moment countless times when alone in his bunk late at night but it didn’t hold a candle to the reality of the taste of your slick on his tongue.

“So good, mesh’la. You taste so good. Such a good girl letting me devour you.”

He gently inserted a finger inside you as he moved his tongue to your clit. He wrote his CT number, one five at a time, over and over again while his finger tenderly toyed with that perfect spot inside of you, first a stroke and then a swirl. That was when the coil he’d been winding up all evening snapped. You saw white as waves of pleasure washed over you. He only pulled back when he was certain you’d been fully satisfied. He trailed light kisses all the way up your body back to your ear.

“Lay down. It’s your turn,” you purred, looking up at him through fluttering lashes.

You nuzzled your nose into the junction where his neck met his shoulder, breathing soft words of praise he could barely hear. You took his earlobe in your teeth, grazing lightly, repeatedly encouraged by the groans resonating from his chest. You sat up taking a moment to admire his beautiful tan skin, playful eyes and the most genuine smile you’d ever known.

As your legs straddled his waist, he ran his hands softly along your curves, “Cyare. So beautiful. Mine.”

He leaned into your touch as you cupped his cheek. You began to rub your dripping wet pussy against his taught length. He whined and bucked his hips chasing your warmth. As the gyration of your hips continued teasing him, you pressed your chest to his. You dragged your nails across his scalp as your teeth made marks along his collarbone.

“Please, mesh’la. Need to be inside you,” he whimpered against your ministrations.

“Sir, yes sir,” you purred as you sheathed his throbbing cock within you, slowly moving down his shaft feeling every glorious vein as your walls pulsed around him. You traced the ‘five’ tattooed on his temple as you began to rock your hips. His groans were celestial and urged you on. His hands traveled to your hips and then to your ass where he squeezed firmly as you rode him slowly gliding up and down on his cock.

You ran your hands along his firm pectorals, tracing his nipples. Gradually you began to roll them between your thumbs and forefingers. He groaned, bucking his hips harder into you. You shifted your hips and leaned back slightly moaning as the new angle allowed you to reach that spot deep inside you once again, this time with his rock hard cock. His grip on your hips was bruising and you shuddered as you felt yourself approaching your own climax once again. He reached a hand up to tease your nipple once more. It was electric, pushing you closer to the edge. You threw your head back in response to the intoxicating sensation.

“Come with me Fives, can you do that for me?” You sounded desperate, and you certainly felt it.

“Kriff yes I can, cyare,” his thrusts into you were erratic as you both chased your second release.

“Inside me, Fives. I need you to fill me up.”

“Oh baby, I love you,” he gasped as you both crested the peak together riding out your synchronous waves of pleasure until you were both spent and nearly overstimulated.

You collapsed onto his chest, out of breath. He ran his fingers through your hair as he softly rubbed your back and delicately placed light kisses along your forehead. Even as you felt him softening inside of you, you weren’t ready to move and lose the feeling of wholeness and connection you felt to him.

You nuzzled your cheek into his chest, “Did you…did you mean it?”

“Did I mean what?” He asked drowsily.

“You said you love me. Did you mean it or was it just…”

“Yes, mesh’la. Of course I mean it. I am out of my mind in love with you, have been for some time. But, you don’t have to say-”

“I love you too.”

He pressed a firm chaste kiss to your lips.

“Did you still want to hit 79s tonight?” You asked as you pulled back.

“Kriff that. This is way better than that dive,” he chuckled, his amber eyes sparkling in the dim light of your room.

Unfortunately, the beeping of his comlink beckoned him. He grumbled as he shifted beneath you, both of you cursing the emptiness you were left with when you finally rolled off him. He moved to the edge of your bed, awash in the glow of the ambient light. You crawled to him, unwilling to keep your hands off of him for any extended period of time. You pressed yourself to his back, wrapping your arms around his neck while kissing his temple as he answered the comlink.

“This is Fives.”

“Fiiiiivesss! Brother! Where the kriff are you?” A very inebriated voice crackled through the comm.

“Jesse! I told you he isn’t gonna come! Well…he probably came. But not here!” A second voice broke through the background accompanied by a cacophony of laughter and music.

“Tell Hardcase I heard that and we will have words about it tomorrow,” Fives reprimanded while giving you an apologetic smile. “And there’s been a change in plans for me. I won’t be there tonight. I’ll see you back on base tomorrow.”

You heard a few annoyed grumbles and a couple of congratulatory cheers before Fives closed the link.

“You sure you don’t want to meet up with them?” you nudged, an impish twinkle in your eyes.

Fives laughed and shook his head, “No.They’ll live. Here. Alone with you. That’s where I want to be. It’s where I’ve wanted to be for a long time. I’m not wasting it now.”

You squealed with delight as he grabbed you and swung you into his lap.

“Besides, cyar’ika. I was hoping you could perform that dance you were doing earlier today for me. Only for me.” His eyes were dark with desire as his hold on your waist tightened.

“I think I can do that. Should I wear the heels I had on too?” You crooned.

He threw his head back with a huge grin, “Oh maker yes please. But…only the heels. I want to see every inch of you, and then I’m going to make you scream my name again.” He leaned in to kiss your neck, “and again.” And then another kiss, this time to your temple, “and again. Everyone in this building is going to know my name tomorrow morning.” You melted under his touch, desperate to feel him inside you once more.

“Keep that up and I won’t get around to that dance,” you teased through a lascivious sigh.

He growled, “In that case…” he helped you to your feet and gave you a light swat to your behind. “You get those shoes, beautiful and I’ll start the song.”

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[seriowan]

between us (fives x gn!reader)

summary: the one where fives and his cyare change their rhythm from rough to sweet and soft ♡

pairing: fives x gn!reader (no mention of pronouns)

warnings: (18+) hurt/comfort smut; use of safe word "red"

word count: 1.2k

a/n: remember folks, communication is key! INSPIRED BY THE LOVELY @captaingregorswife

radio: between us, alina baraz

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He drops his things in the doorway the moment he sees you sprawled on the bed like a homecoming gift. Fives’ mouth falls open before clamping shut, eyes darting up and down as he drinks in your figure — the nakedness of your body; the seduction in your eyes; that teasing little smile… 

   It pulls him in like a siren’s song. He’s dazed, dropping piece by piece of armor until he’s struggling to kick his boots off. His eyes never leave yours as you curl a finger, giggling when he shucks the black fabric of his body glove over his head. When it comes to his pants, you stop him with an arched brow, crawling to the edge of the bed to look up at his smirk. 

   “Hey, baby,” you purr, fingertips sliding past the waistband of his pants to slowly nudge them down. “Welcome home.” 

   He doesn’t speak at first. It’s nothing but a deep, satisfied hum from his chest, tongue flicking to wet his lips as he watches you pull the fabric over the plushness of his thighs and down his legs. He steps out of them and in an instant, pushes his fingers against your shoulder. You’re guided against the mattress, the bed dipping as he climbs over you. 

   “This is a nice surprise,” he murmurs quietly, dipping his head in the crook of your neck to breathe deeply. His nose caresses up your neck, down the shape of your jaw. His eyes are shut but they open the moment he pulls away to look at you, huffing a breath of disbelief. “You gonna make me wait any longer?” 

   “I wouldn’t dare.” 

   You open your legs, accepting the weight of his hips against yours with a groan. Fives’ hands are roaming, searching in between your hips until he finds what he seeks — the length of his stiffness, already swollen and waiting to be touched. He’s impatient, rushed hands gripping your hips to pull you farther down the mattress. 

   You’re holding his gaze when he slips it in, eyes widening at the fullness, the stretch. It drives a groan out of your lips and his, muffled by the kiss he claims. He gives it a moment, a brief second of adjustment, before he begins to buck his hips. Your legs wrap around his waist, ankles locking against the tense muscles of his ass. 

   The bed creaks with each thrust. He’s love but he’s dominating, pushing and pulling with the intent to tear and rebuild. To break down and reform. Drunk gasps break between your mouths as they dance, tongues curling and spit dripping. It trickles down your chin as wild and untamed as his thrusts, which only pick up the pace when the faintest whimper of, “Fives,” manages to slip through your lips. 

   Shocks surge through your legs. Shaking fits cause you to tremble, his fingertips kneading into the skin of your hips as he thrust and grunts and tears his way through every wall that once held him back from touching you. 

   It’s a sudden shove that causes your eyes to water. Rather than pleasure, it brings the faintest wave of pain that makes you grimace. Fives doesn’t notice as he looks down, watching himself slip inside of you over and over with nothing but impatience and carnal intent. 

   Your hands slide up and over his shoulders, tears slipping out of the corner of your eyes as the pain bubbles. For a moment, all you can do is gasp until you can’t do anything but rasp, “F-Fives. R-red.”

   He pauses immediately, eyes wide as he looks at your face. When he notices the tears, he pulls himself out of you, one hand pressed against the mattress while the other cups the side of your face, tilting your chin upwards. You sniffle, reaching up to wipe the tears that slip when he shakes his head, doing it himself with the pad of his thumb. 

   “Mesh’la,” he breathes, pinching his brows together in an expression of guilt. “Was I too rough? Do you want to stop?” 

   “N-No,” you whimper, shaking your head. Cupping both sides of his face, you pull him down to press your foreheads together, your voice soft. “I just got you back… I don’t want to stop. Just… just go a bit softer, okay?” 

   “You sure?” He asks, bringing your hand up to kiss your palm. “I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” 

   “You could never,” you assure, gently dragging your leg along his. “Take your time, love. I’m not going anywhere.” 

   He pulls away to look at you. It isn’t just a glance or a brief graze of his eyes. It’s a long, long stare. The kind of look that brings everything to his eyes — his appreciation and his love. He nods and with a gentle touch, repositions his cock between your legs. With a gentle, easing thrust, he slides into you and it’s unlike anything you experienced before. The fullness comes gradually and his soft touch is like silk. Your body accepts him with ease as he fists the mattress on both sides of your head. 

   Before he can begin moving, he lowers his head and presses his lips against your ear. 

   “You’re my good little cyare, aren’t you?” 

   His thrust is slow — an aching, teasing grind in you, then out. 

   “Say it.” 

   You hardly find the strength to speak, uttering the smallest whisper of, “P-Please-” 

   His chuckle is low, vibrating through his chest and into yours. It sends goosebumps up your legs and down your spine, sweat dripping down your neck.

   Again, he moves. Slow and gentle. In, pressing his hips to yours, then out, all the way to his tip. 

   “Say it,” he demands, soft yet sturdy. 

   “I’ll b-be your good little cyare…” Your voice is a whimper that makes him smirk against your neck. He presses kiss after kiss, teasing the softest bite against your jugular to make you groan. 

   “Fucking perfect,” he grunts, driving his hips in and out, over and over again with the softness you ached for. The love you yearned for in his absence. 

   He’s fucking you with the gentleness of a praising lover, his hands clenching the sheets with white knuckles while his body writhes. Every muscle contracts and flexes, the plain of his back rippling like a river. He keeps his nose against your neck, sucking and licking and biting with restraint. Each smooth buck of his hips is met with a kiss to your jaw… your cheek… the faintest path left behind by the tears in the corner of your eyes. 

   When his lips meet your forehead, he goes still and you feel him tense within the comfort of your heat. His hips press to your waist, tight and needy yet safe. His breath is a shudder, shaky and blissed as he dips his head to catch your lips in a kiss — one that ends with a bite to your bottom lip. 

   “Say it again.” 

   A soft, gentle demand whispered against your mouth. 

   You look into his eyes and smile. 

   “I’ll always be your good little cyare,” you murmur, caressing his jaw with the pad of your fingertip. “And you’ll always be mine.” 

   He hums. “Yeah?” 

   You nod and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

   “Then let me show you how good your little cyare can be…”

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[arcsimper5]

So... I've seen a few Bad Batch headcanons about how they'd react to their SO safewording during a session but I haven't seen many of the 501st guys (I'm probs just looking in the wrong places but, yeah), so I wanted to write some for Fives, because he is my fave and he deserved better.

NSFW, female reader. Established relationship Light bondage Use of safe words Aftercare

Please be gentle as this is my first HC post! Feedback is welcome!

Read more under the cut.

Fives is filthy in the best way. He's always up for trying anything once, if it'll make you happy. Seeing you reaching orgasm is one of the hottest things ever for him, and anything he can do for you to make that better is a plus in his book.

His favourite things with you are definitely having you tied up and playing with you, teasing you until you're falling apart beneath him, nipple play (this man's mouth is literal heaven) and eating you out until you beg for his cock.

The safe word in your sessions is 'Citadel'.

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It had been a rough day for both of you. Between the mounting bureaucracy you were facing in your job within the Senate Towers and Five's most recent deployment to another round of line holding on enemy lines, the moment he had walked into your apartment, fresh back from leave, you could practically feel the tension radiating off of him.

Words failed you both, the dinner you'd cooked long forgotten before it had had a chance to cool as he's grabbed you, pulling you flush against him and kissing you as if his life depended on it.

Dragging you into the bedroom, he'd stripped you quickly, mouthing over every inch of skin he could reach.

"You like that, mesh'la?" he cooed as his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, sucking hard. "I've missed you." Deft fingers found the other, rolling the sensitive nub between his thumb and forefinger, pinching and pulling lightly.

The smirk on his lips as he effortlessly coaxed whimpers and moans from you would have been almost aggravating, had it not been for the knowledge of what was coming next.

"F-Fives," you gasped, his teeth grazing your nipple before he lathed his tongue over the swollen nub, arching against him.

"I love it when you're so desperate for me, cyare," he teased, letting his hand drift from your chest downwards, tracing your stomach muscles, humming in satisfaction at the way they tensed and fluttered under his touch. "How much have you missed me?"

"S-So much," you gasped, whining with need as his fingers brushed through the thick curls between your legs, barely teasing at the top of your slit.

"P-Please, please, Fives, oh, f-fuck," you begged, arching against him again as he chuckled lowly, his arousal growing by the second.

"My cyare," he cooed, his mouth moving back up to your neck, littering the skin with kisses and nips, tongue swiping over your pulse point, "begging for me already. Hmm... I dreamed about coming home to you like this, so desperate for me, so ready..."

You barely held in a squeal as he lifted you up easily, the plastoid of his armour hard and cold against your skin as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. Wasting no time, careful as he placed you on the bed, he immediately nodded up at the headboard.

"Get yourself ready for me, love," he ordered, almost breathless at the very thought, "while I get this armour off."

"Yes, Sir," you all but whimpered, holding back a smirk of your own at the way Fives moaned, hands trembling against his armour.

Doing as he'd told you, you moved up towards the headboard, reaching behind the edges of the mattress and pulling out the cuffed restraints that you'd placed there months ago.

Before Fives, you'd never been much into bondage or being tied up, but there was something about the way he looked at you, something about the feeling of being completely at his mercy, bound and vulnerable to his touches that set your very core on fire.

Slipping your hands into the cuffs and laying back, you let out a whimper of disappointment when Fives began crawling up the bed towards you, naked as the day he was decanted, a predatory look written over his features.

"What's wrong, mesh'la?" he purred as he moved to straddle your waist, noting your apparent upset, "Not liking what you see?"

He dipped his mouth back to your stomach, trailing his lips and tongue up your body while his hands found your restraints, tightening them to where you were secure but not uncomfortable.

"N-No, Sir," you replied as respectfully as you could, your thighs twitching as they rubbed together, the slick between your legs warm and wanting, "I... I only hoped to see you get out of y-your armour. W-Wanted to watch."

Fives looked up at you with another salacious grin, flicking his tongue across one nipple as he held your gaze, chuckling when you moaned and threw your head back against the pillows, relishing the feel of his mouth on you.

"I can always put it back on," he teased, barely holding in a laugh when your eyes went wide, your appearance closer to that of a bobblehead as you shook your head.

"N-No! Please, Sir," you replied quickly, licking your lips at the hungry look he was fixing you with, "this is, perfect, I... I n-need you..."

Fives hummed again as he finally reached your mouth with his, lavishing you with soft kisses until you were a whimpering mess underneath him, your hips rolling and bucking, self control barely there at the feel of him.

"Someone's desperate," he mused aloud, raising an eyebrow at your whimpering. Brushing his lips over yours, he chuckled lowly once more, taking pity on you and crashing your mouths together.

Any reply was lost to the sweeping motion of Five's tongue against yours, the desperation in the action almost palpable.

With another soft chuckle, he pulled away, littering yet more soft kisses down your chest and over the soft swell of your breasts, drinking down the moans you let out at his gentle touch.

"M-Missed you so, so much, Sir," you managed, gritting your teeth and arching against him, wanting, needing to feel more, "missed your, your tongue on me, m-missed your cock..."

Fives let out a growl at your words, his entire chest vibrating with the sound.

"My little whore is so demanding tonight," he cooed, nipping at the soft flesh of your breast, one hand trailing down between your legs as he shifted further and further towards your core, practically salivating at the prospect of tasting you again, "tell me what you want me to do to you, my love... Tell me what you need."

You bucked against him, desperate for more contact, for his hands to finally touch your clit, to spread you, to fuck you.

"N-Need your fi-fingers inside me," you gasped, the need lacing your words sending another thrill of arousal straight to Five's cock as he continued kissing down your stomach, his fingers trailing up your inner thigh, teasing. "A-And your t-tongue on my, my clit, f-fuck, Fives!"

The ARC grinned against your stomach, leaving more tiny marks on the soft skin as he nipped and sucked, finally able to smell your arousal, his cock twitching in anticipation.

"You want to cum on my tongue or my fingers first, mesh'la?" he asked, voice husky with want, eyes dancing over your already sweat sheened body. Admiring the way your chest rose and fell quickly, the way your muscles tensed at the very thought of the pleasure to come, he was almost losing himself.

"T-Tongue, Sir," you croaked, voice almost broken with lust, tears forming in your eyes. You needed friction so badly, it was almost painful, "n-need your mouth on me, p-please."

Fives groaned again, taking a deep breath to steady himself, his fingers clenching against your thigh as he fought the urge to simply drop the act, to give you exactly what you wanted.

But no. He'd been waiting for this for so many nights, to come home and play out the scene you'd always talked about. He'd dreamed of this, of you, tied up and begging to be pushed to orgasm until you passed out.

"Beg for it," he breathed , settling himself between your legs, strong hands lifting your legs onto his shoulders. Your thighs were slick with arousal, the smell of you enticing, so sweet and familiar. "Beg for me."

"F-Fives!" Your voice was little more than a whimper now, your entire being trembling with need. "T-Touch me, Sir, p-please, I, I need your tongue, on my, my clit. It, it's aching for you, for your mouth..."

"And did you touch yourself while I was away, cyare?" Fives smirked as you shook your head, barely holding in a groan.

"N-No, I, I did what you, what you said," you promised, almost breathless, "I... I watched the, the video of us, and, and I..."

You paused, taking a deep breath. The scene was so much more intense than you'd been expecting, your need for Fives surpassing all expectation. It truly felt that the moment he touched you, you might implode, the spark of his tongue enough to ignite the raging inferno within you, that you might just cum from a single touch.

"Shh, there's a good girl," Fives praised gently, allowing a tiny piece of him to slip through, enough to keep you grounded. "You've done so well. I think it's only fair that you're rewarded..."

Before you could even open your mouth to reply, his fingers and mouth moved at the same time.

His index and middle fingers spread you open to him while his lips suckled on your clit, tongue dancing over the swollen bud with featherlight touches.

You were right; it was enough to send you over the edge immediately, your entire body clenching at once as the tingling pleasure washed over you, every nerve singing with delight.

Fives chuckle was intoxicating, his mouth immediately back on you, teasing at your clit again as his other hand moved to your entrance, one finger teasing the slick opening.

"You almost came just from me teasing you, huh cyar'ika?" he murmured against your skin, eyes dancing with delight when you nodding, bucking your hips against him, silently begging for more. "I love seeing you like this... mine... completely at my mercy."

The sensation of his tongue against your still twitching clit was overwhelming, almost enough for you to beg for mercy until his finger slid inside you, the sensation enough to ground you once again, allowing your pleasure to build anew.

"Mmm... So wet for me, cyare," Fives sighed, pumping his finger in and out a few times before adding another, the mewling moan you released into the sex drenched air of the room intoxicating, "all of this, all for me."

With another swipe of his tongue, he silenced any reply you might have made, your mind devoid of anything except the feeling of his mouth on your clit and his fingers slipping in and out of your body, his presence the only thing in the world that mattered in that moment.

"F-Fives!" you squealed, another wave of pleasure fast approaching, this one even more intense than the last.

"That's in, cyare," he breathed into your wet heat, "let go for me."

Within moments, you were cumming on his fingers, your second orgasm sending your vision white for a moment, the intensity catching you off guard.

Five's tongue did not stop, the overstimulation bordering painful now as he continued to lap at you, suckling and kissing and moving against you in ways that would have normally felt wonderful.

But this time, it hurt, your muscles tensing as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of your body, that sensual smirk still on his face.

Suddenly, your chest tightened, panic replacing pleasure, the feel of him too much. You wanted him to stop, you needed him to stop, his tongue like sandpaper against your aching clit.

"C-Cit, cita," you tried, Fives suckling your bud again, misunderstanding.

"Yes, cyare?" he cooed, pulling away as he began to sense the change, how your muscles tightened, the tears gathering in your eyes. "Mesh'la?"

"C-Citadel."

It was barely a breath, but Fives reacted instantly, faster than you could comprehend. He seemed to be everywhere all at once, his fingers removed from you with a slow and gentle movement, his hands moving to the cuffs and undoing them, your arms falling to your sides.

By the time you'd regained some sense of self, you were laid in Five's lap, his arms wrapped around you, soft words whispered into your ear as he held you close.

"I'm so sorry, cyare, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to push too far, I..."

Turning to face him, you offered a soft smile, brushing your lips over his to silence his apologies.

He hesitated at first, holding back, simply allowing you to kiss him until you swept your tongue across his bottom lip, his instinct taking over.

Within moments, he was meeting your tongue with his, your kisses turning long and languid, bodies relaxing into each other's.

"I'm still sorry," he murmured after a few moments, eyes closed as he rested his forehead against yours, guilt seeping through every cell of his being. "I should have been paying more attention, I..."

"I asked for this," you reminded him gently, running one hand across his cheek, immediately cupping his face and pecking him on the lips. "I thought I could take it... I guess I... I underestimated your skills, yet again."

The guilt and worry in Five's eyes finally started to lift, replaced by the usual, mischievous glint you'd come to adore so much.

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment," he winked, laughing when you rolled your eyes and kissed his nose, grinning up at him in return.

"It's meant to be," you clarified, sighing deeply, snuggling further into his hold. "I... I'm sorry I had to call it... I could just feel..."

It was Five's turn to silence you with a kiss, your apology muted by the sweep of his lips across yours, his expression as close to serious as you'd ever seen on him when you finally pulled apart, your eyes fluttering open.

"Never, ever apologise for that," he urged gently, one hand moving to lace together with yours, giving it a comforting squeeze. "It's what it's there for. I... I never want to hurt you, cyare. If I hadn't have stopped... I'm glad you said it. I'm glad we did. I only ever want you to feel good... to feel... loved."

"I do," you reassured him, gazing up at him with absolute adoration. "and I have really missed you."

"I missed you too, cyare, more than I can explain." His smile turned watery as tears sprung to his eyes, emotions overwhelming him. "I..."

He hesitated, looking away, almost ashamed. "I know," you reassured him, tone as gentle as you could manage, his eyes fluttering up to meet yours in an instant, the hope in them undeniable. "I love you too."

No more words were needed as your lips met once again, mouths moving together until your jaws ached.

Without hesitation, Fives shuffled down under the covers, the warmth of your body against his soothing him into the deepest sleep he'd had for a long time, happy and safe in the knowledge you would be there when he awoke.

"Goodnight, cyare," he yawned, planting one last soft kiss on your cheek before he pulled you against him, cradling you against the night.

"G'night, my love."

(And then they lived happily ever after and Tup lived and Fives lived and the Chancellor fell off of his big tall chair in the senate one day and died oh what a shame).

So... hope y'all enjoyed that :)

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[skywlker-sluvtt]

could you do 😺 with fives

hehe i know hes amazing at eating pussy

you're so right. i was actually so happy i got this for fives so ily <3 fives x afab!reader 18+ below the cut nsfw emoji ask game

😺 how they eat pussy

✧ fives worships you and your body like you're a goddess. the man just wants to pleasure you for being the prettiest thing in the galaxy. he's passionate about eating you out till your begging for more, it's becoming a hobby at this point.

✧ okay so i hope this isn't controversial but he fucking loves rubbing his goatee over your clit while he eats you out.

✧ the first time he tries it, it catches you off guard. fives wildly laps at your pussy desperate to drink all he can from your pretty cunt.

✧ listening to you whine and moan above him he feels the need to try something new to make you scream. it takes him a second to come up with his brilliant idea and pulls away long enough to swipe his chin through your folds eliciting a deliciously loud moan from you.

✧ with wide eyes you glanced down at him and grinned. "Do that again" You sigh pulling at the roots of his hair to get his mouth on you once more. Fives chuckles lowly letting you grind your hips into his face how you like.

✧ you continue using his face, enjoying the roughness of his facial hair on your clit till you end up cumming all over him. he'll suck you till your writhing with overstimulation. "didn't think you were so kinky mesh'la"

✧ he's a real big fan of being used as well

✧ face sitting is his shit. fives initially has to beg and convince you that he wants it so bad and you wouldn't suffocate him. he's corny as fuck and uses the "going out between your thighs is the perfect way to go baby" line. he's telling the truth though 😏

✧ when you do get comfortable with it he requests that you just ride his face any way you like. fives likes how rough you get with him tugging on his hair and using him to cum with little regard for him. he starts jizzing himself if you do that

✧ lastly, he occasionally likes to be praised when he's tongue fucking you. fives wants to know he's making you feel good and that he's "your good slut" he's hella responsive when you do that. humping the bed and groaning for you if you just tell him how incredible he's making you feel.

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[toastnpretzels]

Connection

masterlist

Relationships: Fives x female!reader

Warnings: smut 18+ (MINORS DNI), vaginal fingering, public fingering, medic reader, slightly angsty

Word count: 1898

Summary: A night out to 79s doesn’t end the way you think it will.

Authors note: This is my first time writing a smut. I’m sorry if this isn’t good, just know I am trying. I’ve also got a few other things in my drafts. I only proofread this once, so sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. Also, I will be making a masterlist after I post this. Thank you for all the good feed back on the Echo imagine. It really made me continue writing. I hope you all enjoy this :)

Being friends with Fives was always easy. The conversations came easy. Fives was so outgoing. He brought out the same thing in you. You both had been friends for so long. You met the first day he had become part of the 501st. He made an attempt at flirting with one of the other medics, which had failed very badly. She walked right away from him without saying a word. As female civilian medics, you were used to it. You were around men that see very few females that aren’t their commanding officers, of course you would be hit on. You’ve been hit on more times than you can count, although you never know if it’s from the drugs from whatever injury they are facing or if they are just being themselves.

The week had been long. The 501st had not been on Coruscant in a very long time. The first night was spent differently for everyone, some going to see secret significant others, others going to celebrate, and some just sleeping. For you and Fives, it was going to 79s with many of his other brothers. You loved going out with everyone, but it was becoming increasingly hard with Fives. Of course, you would start catching feelings for one of your closest friends. You tried so hard not to, but it was bound to happen. Between his flirty personality and his overall genuine care for you, there was no way you wouldn’t start feeling something. But every time, Fives would leave with someone else. You knew he wasn’t hurting you on purpose, but it still stung every time. The way he would dance with a new girl every night, the way he would kiss them in the corner where he thought no one would see, it all hurt you. But it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t know how you felt.

Tonight was different. Fives hadn’t left the booth where you and the rest of the 501st were sitting. Jesse and Kix had already both left with someone, leaving you with Tup and Dogma still sitting with you and Fives, but eventually they left to find someone as well. You expected this night to go the same as always, with some girl grinding on Fives and you leaving before you had to witness anymore. But Fives stayed.

“Why aren’t you going out there?”

“Why aren’t you out there? I don’t think I’ve seen you go home with a single person anytime we’ve came here,” Fives says while taking a sip of his drink. How did he even notice that? You never thought he would notice when you leave, being too busy wrapped around whatever girl he wanted for the night.

“It’s not really my type of thing to hook up with people. I prefer having a connection. Makes the experience so much better,” you said, trying to hide that the real reason was because you wanted to leave with him.

“What makes it better?”

He looks right at you with this stupid smirk on his face. Maker, he looked good tonight. You swallowed the rest of your drink before answering.

“Have you ever had sex with a someone you had feelings for? I don’t know how to explain it but it just feels so much better than with someone that you just met. Even if its not someone you love, just having a connection makes it better. Like having feelings for someone and being able to show it in a physical way,” you say. It sounds stupid in your head, but it’s the only explanation you can give without letting your emotions come spilling out.

“And what if I said I had feelings for you?”

You look up at him. He’s staring at you with the same stupid smirk from before. He must be joking.

“Please don’t say something like that if you are just trying to get a quick release from me,” you say quietly while looking away. You feel like you are going to cry. Why would he do something like this?

“Mesh’la please look at me. I would never treat you that way. I’ve had feelings for you the entire time. I know I have a horrible way of showing it, but that’s why I’m telling you now. Ever since the first day when you laughed at my horrible attempted at getting someone else’s attention. I knew I had picked the wrong person to flirt with from the very start.”

Fives moves his hand to cup your face. He looks at you with so much love in his eyes. You can’t believe you ever even thought that he would use you. This is your Fives, the one that cares so much about the people he loves, the one that would never hurt someone intentionally.

“Why did you wait so long to say something?”

He looks down and laughs a little. Even now his laugh is still cute.

“I couldn’t ruin the friendship we had. I’ve never had a friend like you. You mean the world to me. I just couldn’t keep going on acting like I didn’t feel something for you, like I hadn’t been wishing that every girl I’ve been with was you,” he says while looking back at you. He wipes the single tear that had escaped your eye.

“I have feelings for you too. I didn’t realize until it was too late. If I would’ve known you felt the same way, I would’ve said something.”

Fives smiles and leans in, letting his lips feel yours for the first time. Heat starts to rise throughout your body. Fives starts trailing his hands along your sides, settling them on your hips for the time being. You let your fingers slide through the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging a little. At this, he slips his tongue into your mouth. The feeling of his tongue gliding over yours is starting to become not enough. You can feel how your body aches for him. The kiss feels more heated, more hungry, every second.

Fives pulls away from your lips and starts to kiss down your neck. You let out a small gasp as he sucks a mark onto you. Your entire body is screaming for him to take you right here, not caring if anyone else sees. You aren’t sure if it is the feeling of the drink running through your body, or just the sensation of him touching you. It seems he is feeling the same way as you as he pulls away from your neck to look in the eyes. He looks just as a mess as you are, lips swollen from the kiss.

“Would you let me finger you in this booth?”

Fives glides his hands up your thigh. You couldn’t have made a better decision by wearing a dress tonight. The feeling of his hand slowly moving up is making your entire body pulse with need. You didn’t think tonight would end with a confession, let alone something so exhilarating happening in the back corner of 79s where anyone could walk over at any moment. His fingers ghost over your panties, now soaked through at the thought of him. You nod at him.

“Please, I need you,” you sigh as his finger presses slightly on your clit.

“Maker, your soaked. All of this just for me?”

Your head is spinning just from the feeling of him softly rubbing up and down your clothed clit. Your pussy is throbbing with need, enough that you are ready to cry with how badly you need him.

“Fives, please more.”

���Shh ill take care of you. You are going to cum on my fingers, then I’m going to take you back to the barracks where I can fuck you with no one else around,” he whispers in your ear, making you whine in anticipation.

As he finishes, he grabs at the waist band of your panties and pulls them down. You shift your hips up to help him take them off. Once they are around your ankles, Fives leans down to grab them and tucks them into his pocket. He brings his hand back up to your thigh. His touches are so soft making you ache for his fingers. As you’re ready to beg, he brings his finger to your clit. The smallest touch has you gasping again.

“Be a good girl and stay quiet for me. We wouldn’t want anyone interrupting us would we?”

Fives presses his lips to your neck as he circles your clit. Your whole body is screaming with need as he continues to tease you. The touches are too light, too slow. It’s slowly driving you insane.

He finally brings his finger down from your clit to your entrance. You can feel yourself dripping onto his fingers already. He slips the tip of his middle finger into your entrance, the feeling making you want to scream out with just how good it feels. Your body is screaming for more as he continues to push his finger in slowly. He finally pushes it all the way in and curls it up. You whine out loud on accident. Fives stops his assault on your neck and puts his mouth over your own instead. He pulls his finger almost all the way out, just to then push it back in harder. He continues doing this, his palm rubbing against your clit every time his hand bottoms out. He keeps doing this, making you whine into his mouth with each push of his hand. You can hear the wet sounds coming from below you. He pulls his finger out slowly this time, making you whine again in protest.

“Think you can take another? I think you can,” he says as he pulls away from your lips. You nod your head, just wanting to feel more of him.

You clench around his fingers as he adds in another. It feels so good, too good for only being his fingers. He pumps them in faster and harder than before. Your head drops against his shoulder. You quietly moan and whine into his ear as his thumb comes up to circle your clit. Thank the maker for the loud music or else someone would have for sure heard you, from the small whines or the wet squelch coming from under the table. He begins kissing your neck again, nipping and leaving marks. You can feel yourself hurdling toward one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had.

“Cum on my fingers baby. Be a good girl for me, you can do it,”

At the sound of his voice, you feel yourself hit your peak. He kisses you again to swallow your moans. It washes over you in waves. You can’t feel your legs, just the pleasure coursing through your veins from just his fingers. You’ve soaked his hand and surely the seat below you. He pulls away again and kisses your forehead. He pulls his fingers out slowly, being careful not to overstimulate you. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks them in. You can already feel your body becoming hot with need again.

“How was that?”

He has that stupid smirk on his face again. You giggle at that. Was he really asking like he didn’t just give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had?

“Can we leave now? I would like you to keep your promises of fucking me tonight.”

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[ariadnes-red-thread]

Bad Habits

Summary: You can try to break your bad habits all you want but somehow you always end up here, with Fives.

Pairing: Fives x AFAB!Reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+ *MINORS DNI*, This is pretty much just pure smut (PiV, oral, face-fucking, fingering), Soft dom!Fives, Dom/Sub dynamics, Mention of safeword, Language, Drinking/Alcohol use, Toxic dynamics/Controlling behavior, Fluff ending, Brief appearence by Crosshair

Word Count: 5000

A/N: “Bad Habits” by Ed Sheeran has lodged itself in my brain and it won’t leave. So, like Fives, I’ve decided to make my problems into everyone else’s problems. 

Almost no actual song references. Just a smutty lil piece about being addicted to another human. Also, I h/c that Fives likes control. It helps him push back against the fear and the feeling that the rest of the galaxy views him as just a number. Likes, comments, reblogs and feedback are always so appreciated!

Ao3

My bad habits lead to you...

It’s late and you’re buzzing. You’ve had a few drinks, sure, but it’s not just the alcohol. It’s a combination of everything that has your heart racing and a feeling of possibility tingling just beneath the surface of your skin. There’s the neon lights, the thud of the bass, the din of the crowd gathered at 79’s tonight, and, most intriguing of all, the company of the handsome, mysterious man who has just settled into the bar-seat next to you.

“Crosshair.” 

The striking man smirks at you as he throws back a shot of sticky, brown liquor. You watch as he swallows it without flinching. His eyes quickly flick back to you, returning your hungry look as they drift over your figure. You’re leaning against the bar and wrapped in a low-cut black dress with a hem that sits just below the swell of your rear. You look fantastic and you know it.

“Nice to meet you, Crosshair.” You tilt your body towards him, arching your back just a little as you say his name. His attention falls to your cleavage, as you intend.

“The pleasure is mine,” He assures you.

His silky voice licks at your ear and you wonder what else that tongue can do. Crosshair’s eyes travel back up to meet yours and they’re nothing but deadly. This man wants to eat you alive and you just might let him.

“Excuse me, ma’am.”

You internally groan at the voice over your shoulder. Even in a sea of clones, you know who it is without turning around.

“Yes, Fives?” You lock eyes with Crosshair’s deep brown ones, hoping that maybe Fives will take a hint and fuck off.

“The Captain is lookin’ for you.” 

“Rex is looking for me? Right now?” The disbelief in your voice is palpable.

“Yep. Says it’s urgent.”

You know he’s lying. You know it. Even as the civilian medic for the 501st, there’s no convincible reason that Rex could need you right now. Not to mention that, when you left the Torrent Company’s table to strike out on your own with the explicit purpose of talking to anyone but Fives, Rex had his face buried in the tits of that beautiful bounty hunter he’s seeing. So, all of that to say that you know for a fact that Rex isn’t looking for you. You know that what you should do is tell Fives to go to hell and bother someone else. But you can’t resist the bait. You never can.

You turn to Fives. He sees his moment and captures it. He clasps your upper arm in a gloved grip before he tugs at you and leads you towards the door. You don’t even have time to say a word to your new friend. You throw an apologetic look over your shoulder at Crosshair, hoping it’s sorry enough that he might wait for you to shake off this pest of an ARC trooper and come back to the bar. His glare at your companion is murderous and you have no doubt that, if Crosshair had a weapon, Fives would be a dead man.

With his typical disregard for danger, Fives doesn’t even glance back as he leads you out of the club. He takes you just around the corner to the alleyway. Using his wide, armor-clad form, he backs you into the durasteel wall and cages you there. He presses his gloves against the building, one hand on either side of your head. He stares at you like he has something to say but, even as you wait a beat, no words come. You’re impatient. The night is cool and the durasteel that you’re leaning against is icy on your spine. Your thoughts are still with the attractive man at the bar. This isn’t a game you want to play tonight.

“Funny I don’t see Rex around here.” You cross your arms, trying your best to appear stern. “What do you want, Fives?”

Either he doesn’t hear you or he ignores the question. He’s frowning over your shoulder like he’s suddenly unable to meet your eyes. 

“Him? Really?”

He’s pouting, you realize. You hate to admit it but it’s a cute look on him. You and Fives do this dance every time you’re planetside. You’ve been regularly sleeping together for a few months now. The first time was an accident. The two of you had ended up closing down the bar together and, as the poor, besieged bartender kicked you both out into the slowly brightening dawn, you launched yourselves together and practically tore each other apart in this very alleyway. Now, your nights out all ended the same way, entangled in Fives as you both heaved heavy, blissed out breaths. Recently, you realized you were falling for the man and that wouldn’t do. So you started to look elsewhere, desperate to break your bad habit before it broke you.

Still, you always ended up here.

“What’s wrong with my new friend, Crosshair?” You say, the taunt in your voice intentional.

Even though he’s still not looking at you, you feel yourself leaning into his wide frame already. Hells, it’s like he’s magnetized.

“Dunno,” Fives shrugs, finally dropping his stare back down to meet yours. Your breath hitches as his amber eyes lock onto you. “I guess nothing if scrawny and sulking is your type.”

You scoff, his wild assessment of Crosshair giving you reprieve from his spell. 

“I don’t see any better offers.” You raise an eyebrow at Fives.

“I’ve got one.” His hands fall to your low waist. He tugs, pulling himself closer to you as he tilts your lower half up into him. “You look beautiful tonight, ya know?”

“We can’t keep doing this, Fives.”  You sigh but, the more he speaks, the more you find yourself entranced by his full lips. The sudden increase in closeness sends ripples of electricity pulsing through your body, betraying you in its anticipation.

“That’s not a no…” His response is cheeky and hopeful. He grips your hip a little tighter, making small circles in the fabric of your dress with his thumb.

“I…” 

Every time, you swear it’s the last. You tell yourself you’ll go home with someone new. You think maybe you’ll meet someone who will take you to dinner and ask you out in the light of day. But, despite your best efforts, somehow your nights always go like this, staring up at Fives and finding yourself pulled in once again. 

He can see it too. Fives is an exceptional recon scout and he knows how to read you like a holomap. He always has. It’s part of what makes this so addictive. What makes him so addictive.

“Let me take care of you, mesh’la.” He leans in closer.

“Fives,” you whisper as his lips ghost over yours.

You try to think of another reason to protest but your mind is empty and your throat has gone dry. Suddenly, old habits feel easy and you can’t remember why you wanted to break them to begin with. You can see how his breath hitches in his throat. He’s waiting for permission. He’s waiting on you.

Your permission comes in the form of a slight lunge forward into his lips as you give in to your desire. As soon as you make your decision, he meets you there. Your arms wrap their way around his neck and one hand gently tugs at his close-cropped curls. His teeth nip at your lower lip, begging entrance. You surrender to him, like you always do. You’re already breathless as his tongue intertwines with yours. Your dress rides up as Fives presses himself against you, his knee finding its way between your legs. The pressure against your most sensitive area makes you grind into him before you even realize what you’re doing. His mouth travels down your neck, leaving wet, hot marks along your sensitive skin. Fives finds your ear, heavy breath bating against you as he whispers.

“I’m going to make you feel so much better than he ever could. I promise.”

You moan. You know it’s true. That’s how you always end up here.

A few more hushed words and hurried kisses later, you and Fives do that intertwined, stumbling dance back to your place. It’s one that you choreographed together and then performed time and time again. He knows the code to your apartment, which he types in with one hand while the other is wrapped all the way around your back, weaving through the openings in your dress so that the tips of his fingers are brushing against the sensitive skin under your breast.

As you tumble forward through your apartment and into your bedroom, the mood switches. He pulls himself off of you. Fives circles, shutting the blast door behind you both and closing out the world. It’s only the two of you now. Though you feel empty without his warm skin pressed to yours, you don’t follow after him. Instead, you stand still, knowing what comes next. He sits himself at the edge of the foot of the bed, elbows resting on his knees. His glinting eyes meet yours.

“Safeword?” He checks in like he always does.

“Tatooine.” You respond without hesitation.

“Good girl.” Fives bits his lower lip as he leans back onto his palms. “Undress for me.” 

You reach for the zipper along the side of the dress. You clasp the cool metal of the pull tab between your fingertips and peel the teeth apart one by one. The fabric falls off of your form, caressing your skin before it piles on the floor around your ankles. Fives is a man under a spell. His jaw hangs just a bit as he watches. Then, suddenly, it snaps shut. He’s realized something.

“No underwear? In that dress?” His voice is torn between a groan and a whine. “Fuck mesh’la. You’re trying to kill me.”

“It wasn’t for you.” 

It’s true. The panty lines were ruining the look of the dress so you had decided to take the risk and forego them for the night. Although it was for the sake of the outfit, you say it just like that to bait him. A flash of anger crosses his face. 

“I should have taken you right at the bar.” Fives snaps. “Show that sniper exactly who you belong to.”

It’s your turn to bite your lip, the thought sending a shudder of pleasure down your spine.

“Oh you like that, don’t you?” He knows what desire looks like on you.

“Yes,” you admit. The idea of Fives taking you anywhere he wants has you panting before him and you feel your cunt clench at the pooling emptiness, hungry and ready for attention.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.” He’s grinning at you. “Touch yourself. Play with your nipples.”

You bring a hand up to your breast and his smile fades in an instant. He watches under hooded eyelids as you begin to roll and tweak one nipple and then the other. Desire roils your blood and you let out a small moan at your own teasing. His jaw is taut as he watches you.

“Who are you thinking about?” Fives’ tone is back to being calm and even. Only the low rumble behind his voice lets you know how close he is to shattering this facade.

“You, sir.” It’s true. You can’t wait for him to get his hands on you.

“That’s right, mesh’la. Come ‘ere.”

You make your way to him, doing your best not to rush. He spreads his legs so you can stand in between his muscular thighs.

“Take my armor off.”

Fives reaches up, dragging his gloved fingertips across your bare skin until he reaches your shoulders. He flattens his palms against you and gently applies pressure. Under his restrained touch, you sink to your knees between his legs before you begin to reach for his armor. You know the latches by heart. Piece by piece, you strip him and carefully pile the armor beside you on the floor. This isn’t hurried. You treasure this armor. It keeps him safe and brings him back to you, even if this is all you can get of him. You push the thought away, trying to focus on the toned, handsome man being revealed before you. It works. As you remove his codpiece, his hard length appears as a tent in his bodysuit. Your mouth waters and you swallow at the sight. You reach to stroke him through the fabric.

“No, no.” Fives captures your wrist, quickly twisting your joint so he can pin your hand to the bedsheets. The motion catches you by surprise but it doesn’t hurt. “Did I say you could touch me yet?”

You whine. Now that you’ve seen a teasing promise of his cock, the steady, diligent worker you were moments ago has disappeared. You want to feel him and this is taking entirely too long. Desire courses through you, sending sparks to your core. You need heat, you need friction, you need Fives. He can see the defiance flailing in your eyes as you get ready to object to his pace. Keeping your wrist pinned, Fives lifts his free hand to your face. He runs a single knuckle along your jaw.

“Patience, cyar’ika. Keep working on my armor.” Fives orders before he releases your hand.

You still want to protest but you don’t dare. The brattier you are, the longer it will be before you get what you need. So you turn dutifully back to your job. Fives looms over you as you peel off his shin plates. You can see him from the corner of your eye, watching you like a sparring partner. His expression is dark and his eyes have bloomed black in the center. He raises a hand to your breasts. They are swinging heavy from your chest as you work. One finger traces along your areola, making the skin pearl as he draws small circles in your sensitive skin. He mirrors your movements from earlier, tweaking and twisting at your nipple.  Each touch sends more flutters of heat to flood your core. Your fingers start to tremble and you begin to fumble at latches that you could undo blindfolded. He turns his attention to your other breast, pinching that nipple just a bit harder, searching for the line where pain and pleasure blur. You gasp at his ministrations, keening into him, and Fives smiles a knowing smile, one that says he found what he was looking for. 

Despite the distractions, you finish stripping the armor from his legs and then turn your attention to his shirt and his gloves, leaving him in only his lower body glove. You start to reach for the waist but your eyes meet his and he gives you a stern look. You drop your hands to your knees and you wait, never taking your eyes off of his. Fives’ eyes are dancing slivers of amber surrounding inky black orbs. No matter how far you get into the scene, they never lose their mirth. You see desire burning in them as well. He’s teasing himself as much as he’s teasing you. Finally, Fives cracks and pulls himself from the fabric, revealing his long, thick member. He strokes himself, pressing his fingertips along the rigid vein that runs under his shaft, as he stares down at you. He teases the swollen head and smears the bead of precum that has formed on the end. You lick your lips as you watch him. He cracks a smile at that.

“You want to touch me?” 

“Yes, sir.” You nod, your eyes locked on his hard cock.

“Good girl.” Fives rasps. “Go ahead.”

He leans back again. It’s your turn to take the lead and you're going to savor every moment of it. You start at his neck, dragging your fingertips downward. You run your nails across his skin, trailing them across his stomach with just enough pressure to leave the lightest of darkened lines. There will be plenty of time to leave lasting marks later. This is just to tease him. You may be subordinate in the scene but you know you still have the power to turn him to putty.  

Finally, you reach his groin.  As you trail your hands along his inner thighs, you lower your open mouth to his cock. You feel him tense as you place his weeping tip on your tongue. You savor the salty, slightly tangy taste as you start tracing careful circles around his tip, teasing him. He gasps and you savor that too. He runs his fingers along your hair, wrapping his grip in your locks. You lick a long line on the underside of his member, drawing along the vein. He shudders as you finally take him fully in your mouth. You jerk on his cock as you suck, one hand twisting at his base while you hollow out your cheeks and your tongue glides around his shaft. 

“My good girl.” He repeats, his voice rumbling now. His grip on your hair becomes tight. 

You relax your jaw and take him further, gagging yourself just a bit so you can swallow him. Your fingers dance their way to his balls, scraping across his sensitive skin. You pull more moans from him while you squeeze and tug his heavy sacs. Without warning, he pulls his cock from your mouth.

“I’m going to fuck your face.“ He says and it’s not a request. He’s leaning down to lock eyes with you now. “What’s our signal if it’s too much?”

You place your hands on his legs before you tap three times on his left thigh with two fingers.

“And if you’re okay?”

You take two fingers and tap twice on his right thigh. Fives smiles at you, proud and hungry, before his look goes dark.

“Open up.” He takes two fingers and taps on your cheek, an unspoken reminder of his check-in signal.

His cock slides back into your mouth. There’s a moment where the world is still and then that stillness is shattered. He thrusts into you without mercy, groaning and sighing. You relax your jaw as best you can but his pace is unrelenting. Tears start to form in your eyes. His other hand wraps around your neck as he pumps himself into your mouth. The pressure is gentle, just enough so he can feel his cock expanding your throat. He removes his hand for a second to tap twice on your cheek. You tap twice on his right thigh. He trusts you and so he returns his hand to your throat as he begins thrusting harder. His cock sinks deeper into your throat, blocking your airway and pulling choking sounds from your stunted breaths. The tears are spilling from your eyes now and spit dribbles down your chin. His rapid grunts let you know he’s close. You’re ready for him, begging him to spill down your throat, needing him to become undone.

Instead, he stops his thrusting, tugging you off of him. His chest is heaving as he lifts you to your feet. Without warning, his hand is between your legs. Fives gathers up the slick that has dripped down your thigh with his fingers before he runs a single fingertip along your slit. He thrusts the one finger inside you. You let out a small gasp at the unexpected and almost unbearably pleasant intrusion. You twist on his single finger, needing more. He’s ready to give it.

“My turn.” He pulls his hand from between your legs and brings it to your lips.

You open your mouth and clean his fingers, the taste of both of you mixing on your tongue. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and kisses you hard before his next order.

“On the bed. Hands and knees.”

You follow his directions, presenting for him. You hear him groan and mutter under his breath at the view. Your heart races in anticipation.

Smack-smack.

He lays a hand on one cheek and then the other. He repeats it until your soft skin is darkened and you are thrusting your hips back at him, aching for him to touch your center. 

Finally, you feel his hot breath glazing over your skin. You sigh and he hums happily in response, dropping his mask in the moment of excitement. His tongue meets your lower lips, dancing in long lines against your opening. He gently traces your cunt, pulling sighs from you. Teasing you. He continues his slow and steady path, alternating gentle, pointed licks with lavish sucking, first on one lip and then the other. You whimper. Still, he takes his time, savoring your taste as if your desperation makes it even sweeter. The word he’s waiting for finally slips from your mouth.

“Please.”

“Please, what princess?” You can hear the smirk that you know he’s wearing.

“Please, sir. I need more.” You whine.

Fives chuckles.

“How can I say no to you?”

He flattens his tongue against your slit and begins to lick in a frenzy, sending heat curling up your spine. His tongue travels from your clit to your frenulum and then back again, his facial hair an added sensation as it prickles your skin. He delves into your cunt. His tongue pressing against your inner walls. Your chest falls to the bed, pushing your hips back against him as you keen at his overwhelming attention. He pulls another moan from you, though it’s half-stifled by the sheets you’ve buried your face in. Two fingers find your clit as he begins to thrust his tongue into you. He’s already got you writhing with his teasing and, before long, he works you right to the edge. Without hesitation, he sends you toppling over it, shaking and crying out.

You clamp down as you cum, thrusting back into him. He meets you hungrily, drinking up everything you give him. Your hips slump as you come down. He feels you start to relax. You move away from him just slightly, creating the smallest bit of space between the two of you.

“No,” Fives orders and reaches a hand up to your stomach, holding you in place and pulling you back into him again with his firm grip. “I’m not done with you yet.”

He flips you on to your back, angling himself above you, and pushing your legs up into your stomach. With a devious wink, Fives dives right back into your cunt. You cry out, still sensitive from your last orgasm. You writhe under his relentlessness but he holds you tight. His tongue finds your swollen mound as a single finger enters you. His fiery eyes are locked on yours now as he thrusts it in and out of you. You’re whimpering from the relief of finally having him inside you. He adds another finger, working you up again. He sucks your clit into his mouth, teasing it slowly and steadily. It’s a sharp contrast from the force with which he stretches you with his hand but he knows you. He knows how to work you up without overstimulation. And he also knows you can take more. He adds a third finger. The stretch is almost painful, especially in your state, but Fives fucks you through it, opening you and curving his fingers so they find that spot inside of you that makes your eyes roll back. Your world goes white as he pulls another orgasm from you.

He lets you relax this time. Your limbs fall numb to the mattress like they belong to someone else. He climbs off of the bed so he can strip his lower half. You watch him through foggy eyes, admiring his broad, handsome form in your moment of bliss. He climbs back into bed next to you, laying into your side. His touch is gentle as he brings a palm to your cheek. The curtain falls for a moment and you glimpse Fives, the man you’re falling for. The sweet desire in his eyes is unlike the joking impish glint that usually lives there. You know that most don’t get to see it and you feel lucky to have a glimpse, even for a second. It’s addicting, these moments.

“You ready?” He asks, checking in with you again, as he draws his thumb across your lower lip. You can tell that, beneath the practiced patience, he’s teetering on that precipice of passion.

You nod, sucking his thumb into your mouth, wanting to throw him over that edge.

“My good girl.” He growls. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

And he does. He guides you back to your hands and knees. His member slots against your entrance as you brace yourself on your forearms. In the next moment, he sinks to the hilt, his cock reaching your deepest center. You keen back into him with a moan that borders on a cry. He pulls back before he sinks in again. Repeating the motion, he thrusts into you over and over, his cock dragging along your walls as his balls bounced off the back of your thighs. He’s grunting as he thrusts, muttering more to himself than you.

“Fuck yeah, mesh’la. You feel like fucking heaven. Osik, this is my pussy. Mine.”

Fives wraps an arm around your front, pulling you up to his chest so he can thrust up into you. His cock reaches new depths. His other hand snakes down to your center, where he starts to draw circles around your clit. You’re babbling as he rolls his hips home again and again. The angle of his hips and the friction on your most sensitive area sends you over the edge for a third time. It shocks the both of you. He slows his hips as you clamp down again. 

As you come down from your high, Fives pulls from you. You should be tired but you want more. You’ll always want more of him. You whine at the emptiness. His lips meet your neck in a small gesture or reassurance. He brings you back down to the bed, twisting you onto your back. He settles his weight onto his left forearm, which lays next to your head and cages you with his chest. His right hand reaches down and clasps your knee, pulling it up to his hip so he can still reach the depths of you.

You both moan in unison as he slides home again. His hips send waves of pleasure into you as he starts thrusting again. His lips find yours as he hungrily kisses you. His head then falls to your neck. He’s leaving marks now and you know you should yell at him before he leaves one you can’t hide with your jumpsuit but you can’t bring yourself to care. You want to be his, bad habit or not. 

“Give me one more.” Fives is beginning to stutter his hips. His words come through gritted teeth as he holds himself back, demanding one more peak from you before he lets himself tumble over the edge. “Cum for me, my good girl.”

Your whines become high pitched sobs. Your head is still spinning from the other orgasms but somehow, he reaches down between your bodies to find your swollen clit. With rapid circles, he coaxes come more out of you. Your walls convulse around him as you scream out his name. Fives thrusts for a final time, finishing deep within you.

You both collapse on the bed, his weight falling onto yours. After a beat, he quickly rolls off of you, pulling his softening cock from you and guiding you around so that he can hold you, face to face and pressed to his chest. There’s a moment where your heart flutters and you think about pushing away but you’re too exhausted to protest. Instead, you tuck your nose into his neck and let him stroke your hair until both of your breathing slows.

When it finally does, Fives slips from the bed for a moment. You hear the sink run in your fresher. When he comes back, Fives has a damp towel with him. He sponges your lower half as he lays gentle kisses on your skin. You’re sore in the best way, wriggling just a little under his touch. You’ll definitely feel him tomorrow. Tomorrow. The thought makes you frown. That’s why you didn’t want to do this. So you wouldn’t have to miss him tomorrow. That’s why this is a bad habit that you need to break. Nausea sets in.

Fives, unaware of the struggle waging inside you, tosses the used towel to the side before he climbs back into bed. He pulls your sheet around you both. He wraps his arms around you and molds himself to your form. His heat, which you craved so desperately only minutes ago, suddenly feels suffocating.

“Should you be going?” You pull yourself away from him. No need to get comfortable in arms you can’t stay in.

Fives isn’t having any of it though. He gathers you back into his chest.

“No drills in the morning. Rex canceled everything until the afternoon.” He mumbles into your shoulder as he presses his lips to your skin. Then, he pauses for a moment before he adds, “Let’s go get breakfast at Dex’s.”

“Sure,” You snort.

“I mean it, cyar’ika.” He separates from you just enough for you to be able to see his face. You peer at his features, expecting to see some of his spritely humor. You expect to find the punchline. Instead, he wears only an earnest smile. “Let me take you out.”

“You’re serious?” You’re still skeptical but you feel yourself melting into him.

“Aren’t I always?” He winks before he plants a kiss on your forehead.

As you fall asleep in Fives’ arms, you’re smiling. You never could kick your bad habits but maybe they were leading you to where you were supposed to be.

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[trixie2023]

When @the-rain-on-kamino writes one of the hottest books I’ve ever read and the hubby says “Tell Rain whatever I said THANK YOU for her book”! He’s not being disrespectful with Rain whatever. He’s just a typical guy that only hears half of what I say. LOL!! But yeah. Thanks girl. Sparks are flying!!! Nothing but love for you. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰

#captain rex x reader #fives smut #star wars fanfiction #clone smut #star wars #captain rex smut

[marierg]

You - Miss - are a very bad influence to me! And I dearly love you for that!

ME?.... A bad influence?......Maaaaayyyybbeeeeee

@rain-on-kamino you gotta admit we have more fun! The following is a small preview of a joint project in the works....

Suggestive and Explicit stuffs below the cut!

Jesse turned to Lina as she finished her drink, "What's your friend doing over at the bar with Fives?"

"Oh no!" Lina looked and saw as the ARC hopped up on the bar and began to dance with Sue. Dancing actually may have been too tame a word, it was closer to making out to the rhythm of the music. Laughing she watch the inevitable outcome unfold. "You know Jesse... Sue and me.. we caused a hell of a heck when we were younger. That’s one of her usual performances."

"Is it now?" Jesse arched a brow at the exuberant display, "And she's found Fives... big surprise."

Chuckling Lina turned her attention back to Jesse, eyes hooded and voice turning sultry. With an enticing smile she tapped her finger under that strong chin, "Who could blame her with the handsome company she has?"

"Oh you think he's handsome?" Jesse teased back, eyes narrowed.

"Hmm he's not my type, I'd rather the more... serious type... if you catch my drift." She whistled on her fingers. "GO FOR IT SUE!!!!"

"You Know it Lina! Get you some too gurl!" Smiling and feeling fine she look at the flirt in front of her. "So handsome you ever had a shiver shot?"

Fives helped Sue down from the bar much to the disappointment of those who had been enjoying the show. He looks at the live wire in front of him, biting out a grin, "I'm sure it's nothing I can't handle sweetheart."

"Oh... you think I'm sweet?"

Fives tilts the beauty's chin up and gives a breath stealing kiss. Licking his lips on parting he smirked, "Very."

Taking a shot of tequila and wedging it behind his belt buckle, Sue licked a line on his neck sprinkling some salt. Last she gave the stunned trooper a tease of a kiss before placing a lime between those plush lips. "Don't move handsome, cause the trick to this is you get the shiver and I get the shot."

Licking the line of salt from his neck Sue felt the poor troopers breathe stutter. She grinned wickedly before dropping slowly down Fives's body.

"Karking HELLS!" Fives muttered, bracing his elbows against the bar.

Sue hummed, but kept those brown eyes locked as she licked at belt buckle, then lapping at the shot. Finally taking the glass between her teeth and downing the drink, she handed the glass back to the bartender. Making an equally slow ascent back she bit into the lime, enjoying the sour flavor on her tongue before the fruit's ripped away and replaced by something far more enticing.

"Awfully messy drinker... think you ought to help me clean up." Fives quickly threw the maddening girl over his shoulder, heading straight to the back of the club.

"Oh I thought you'd never ask!" Sue giggled and swatted at his bottom.

Meanwhile Lina and Jesse were deep in conversation, her fingers teasing lightly at his jaw even as his hand ascended up that pretty little skirt....

"So tell me mesh'la... what brings you in tonight?" Jesse's finger travels up further till they graze the hem of the lace underwear, but her hand stilled his movements. Holding him right in place leaning in and nibbling that jawline.

"Hmmm... I was hoping for a little fun. Do you happen to know someone who could help me through the night?"

Jesse's free hand caught Lina's chin between his thumb and forefinger. Thumb brushing that plush bottom lip to gently pull it down, before he rewarded her with a kiss. His lips taste like fizz and him, far stronger than any liquor she had experienced.

"I don't know Mesh'la." Jesse smirked as he felt her hand finally press his against her aching core. Jesse drew hard patterns against the lace, drawing shattered cries from the beauty next to him. Chuckling in his throat he teased a finger just under the elastic that separated him from his goal. Looking her right in the eye he licked his lips, "Do you think you can take the heat?"

#oh this is gonna be fun #these girls got no CLUE! #If we die we die happy #arc trooper fives #arc trooper jesse #jesse smut #fives smut

[zoeykallus]

I love ur work sm, it’s always great to read when I need me some clone content

Can I get uhhhh, Fives (or any other clone you choose, although I feel like fives would be good for this) x shy fem!Reader who’s very inexperienced/a virgin, and like VERY inexperienced, like sis has never even touched herself before (not because of like religious reasons or whatever, she just literally didn’t know how)

Ty :)

Aloha! Thank you so much!

Yes you can :)) I think Fives is a good 'go to guy' for scenarios like this, but don't underestimate Echo! Okay here we go- Fives for you :)

Fives x Virgin Fem!Reader-Smut Short Fic - Part 1/2 I've Got So Much Love For You

Soft Smut Short Fic

Warnings: A bit angsty/ Strong language

Summary: You and Fives have been a couple for a little while now. You haven't had any intimate experiences yet. However, thanks to Fives, you are already a pro at kissing, and he loves to make out. So far he hasn't pushed you into anything and he probably doesn't intend to, yet you feel uneasiness about the subject of becoming more intimate. You're afraid he won't wait much longer for you to allow more. However, this is not due to him but rather to his environment and how it reacts to your until now rather chaste relationship. Other than that, he has a reputation for being flirty and hands on. You fear he might start to get bored with you. Don't worry, Fives already knows how to handle you and your fears.

PART 2

I've Got So Much Love For You

You're nervous, as you always are when you're on your way to meet Fives. It's that comfortable nervousness, the one that makes your heart beat faster just at the thought of seeing him soon, hearing his voice and melting under his cheeky smile.

Your pulse is fast, everything inside you is tingling the closer you get to your meeting point. You're on your way to the elevators that lead to the rooftop garden atop your apartment complex. This rooftop garden is where you always meet because you happened to meet there the very first time. It's a cute little tradition. You meet on the rooftop garden every time and then go from there to your apartment or to a restaurant or a movie theater. It had been Five's idea when you wouldn't tell him exactly where you lived on the first date.

As you're at the bend in the hallway leading to the elevators, you hear voices, clones, unmistakably. One of them is Fives, you can hear it in the way he emphasizes the words. The other voice of one of his brothers, apart from being the voice of a clone, is not familiar to you. Your heart beats faster with joy, but you stop when you hear the unknown clone say, "How long have you two been together now?"

"Almost three months," Fives replies, and your heart leaps at the proud tone that resonates in his words.

"And you still haven't been intimate?"

There is a pause and you feel your heart slip into your pants. You stay out of sight behind the turn in the aisle and prick up your ears.

"This is none of your business, but what makes you think that anyway?" asks Fives finally, a little irritated.

"Well, it's obvious from the way you walk," the other voice sneers.

You can hear Fives' eye roll in his voice as he says, "Gee, Sly, you sure are talking trash again"

"Trust me! I see that! The way you're walking it's obvious you've got bulging balls!" laughs Sly.

Fives laughs, "Shut up and get lost, I'm on my way to a meeting with her"

Sly lets out a whistle and says, "Ooooh, maybe she'll let you have her today."

"You let me worry about that", snorts Fives.

You waited until Fives got on the elevator and the other clone left. As you also board one of the elevators to the top, you have a very queasy, uncomfortable feeling in your stomach on the ride up and your heart feels heavy.

Fives is already standing there, as usual he has no patience in his butt. He paces up and down. But he smiles broadly as he sees you coming into the garden. However, his smile freezes and disappears, finally giving way to a worried expression.

"What's wrong? What happened?" he asks as he approaches you and finally gently grabs your upper arms with both hands, left and right.

Of course, he immediately noticed that something was wrong. You're apparently not very good at hiding your feelings, at least not from Fives.

Nervously, you say, "Nothing's wrong. What could be wrong?"

Fives tilts his head slightly to the side and looks at you scrutinizingly. He doesn't seem to believe you. You know that critical look in his brown eyes.

"Are you sure there isn't something you want to get off your chest?" he inquires.

You get even more nervous, can't look him in the eye anymore. In your mind's eye, you have a very strange image of Fives with thick, blue balls the size of meilooruns. You're not sure if you want to laugh or cry.

"It's nothing," you say, smiling shyly at him.

You know he still doesn't believe you, but doesn't press you further. With a soft sigh, he kisses your forehead and says, "Maybe you'll tell me later when we're cuddled up on the couch."

You almost forgot, tonight you have a movie night planned at your house. You swallow but keep smiling as he takes your hand and walks with you to the elevators. Of course you are attracted to him and with your touches and kisses you have felt arousal, even sometimes when you were just thinking about him. But you haven't even dared to touch yourself yet, how should you know how to touch him?

You spend the way to your apartment in silence and Fives keeps giving you a sideways glance. Whatever is on your mind doesn't seem to let him go. You'd love to know what's on his mind. Does he perhaps also have insecurities and fears towards you? Is he also worried that he might make mistakes?

"What are you thinking about?" you ask him quietly as you open the door and Fives walks into your living room with a thoughtful expression.

He turns to you as you are about to close the apartment door and says, "Honestly, I'm still wondering what's on your mind. I'm a little worried it might have something to do with our relationship."

For a moment you look at him with surprised silence. You didn't really expect him to be unsettled. Not Fives.

"What do you mean. What should be the matter with our relationship?" you finally ask him curiously.

Fives shrugs, flashes a wry little nervous smile, and replies, "I am one face among so many that are the same. Perhaps you have grown weary of the sight. Maybe another one of my brothers appeals to you more.... I don't know, things like that."

You are shocked to hear that he really has such thoughts. You certainly don't want him to feel so insecure. Fives should not be afraid that he might not be enough.

You finally give in and say, "It's nothing like that."

"Aha! So there' s really something bothering you?"

He has one eyebrow cocked at you, his expression scrutinizing.

"Yes. It also actually has something to do with our relationship. But not what you might think"

Fives frowns, looking even more worried than before. You can tell he doesn't know what to do with his hands. He scratches the back of his neck, then crosses his arms in front of his chest, as if he's already preparing himself for a low blow.

Fives takes a deep breath and says, "Okay. Shoot. What's up?"

You walk into the open kitchen where he can also see and hear you from the living room. As you pour you both a Corellian ale, you begin to speak.

"I don't really know how to say this. But I heard you earlier, or rather you guys. You and Sly, by the elevators. What you guys were talking about got me thinking."

Fives laughed, he was amused and relieved.

"Because of the comment about... My way of walking? That's just nonsense, mesh'la"

You hand him one of the ale glasses and take a sip of your own before saying, "Well. Is it really nonsense?"

He blinks in confusion and looks at you questioningly.

"What do you mean?"

You shrug your shoulders cautiously.

"So far, when we've been close, we've never gone very far, if you know what I mean. We've been together for a while, though, and I wonder how much more patience you can muster."

Fives laughs softly.

"As much as is necessary my love"

"And that is?"

He frowns.

"What exactly is it about this whole thing that makes you so nervous?"

You chew on your lower lip for a while and finally blurt out almost hastily, as if the sound of the words frightens you, "I'm a virgin!"

Fives blinks several times, then a light comes on.

"Oooooh. So you're nervous about that famous first time? That's what's on your mind?"

With a sigh, you admit, "In a way. I was worried you might get bored with me because you've been waiting so long. Besides, I would really like to get closer to you, even on a physical level. But I have absolutely no idea how and what to do, what to expect."

Fives grabs your hand and with a smile pulls you to the sofa, sits down with you and says, "I'm in no hurry. Sure of course I think about it, that's normal. But I've got so much love for you, Cyar'ika, it doesn't matter how long I have to wait for it"

Your heart beats very fast and wild in your chest.

"What if I want to try today?"

He smiles wryly.

"Then I would be more than willing to comply with your request. However, I don't want you to feel pressured because of my brother's stupid comments. That was just nonsense. He was just teasing me, we do it to each other all the time."

You shake your head.

"No, not exactly. I've thought about it before, his words just fueled the worries that were already there a bit. I really want to get closer to you very much"

Fives caresses your cheek.

"Anytime, beautiful"

"Can you show me a few things?"

Fives smile widens.

"I'd love to"

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[seriowan]

Hey! Congrats on 300!!!! Well earned!!!

How about Fives with 5, 17, & 30 🥰

(all i have to say is that i had wayyyyy too much fun with this one. for reference, unholy by sam smith was on repeat the entire time that i was writing this. enjoy! + thank u for ur patience!! ♡ )

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FIVES x F!READER 5. gagging w/panties 17. overstimulation 30. ❝ make me ❞ w/c: 3.9k 18+

A lot can happen in an hour if you’re spontaneous enough. 

   For instance, an hour ago, you were in your matching pajama set with a gooey gel facemask on and tooka cat socks, preparing for a night of self-care with Corellian tunes playing through the radio and a steamy novel downloaded to your datapad. An hour ago, you poured yourself a glass of wine, and just as you were about to sit down in your comfy bed, your roommate Nini burst through your bedroom door with that grin - the one that generally meant nothing good. 

   An hour later, you were in a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt that wasn’t even yours, sporting a GAR beanie to keep your ears warm and knee-high socks that were painfully too big. Each of them belonged to the clones that sat with you on the floor of an empty transport shuttle. Since curfew had long since passed, there were only a handful of soldiers that snuck to the shuttle with Senator Amidala painted on its side. Only the few who would risk it. 

   But that was a rather dark rabbit hole that you willfully chose to avoid. 

   Instead, you preferred to focus on the flickering lantern placed at the center of the circle. It was an unspoken rule that the volume within the shuttle would remain quiet enough to hear the faint hum coming from the flickering light, but the occasional laugh and snort would slip, quickly silenced with a chorus of hushes. Nini and Jesse sat beside one another, sharing a partially empty bottle of neon blue liquid. To Jesse’s right sat Kix, scrolling through the datapad that he occasionally showed to two new faces that you’d just met - Waxer and Boil, members of the 212th. 

   Next to them sat Echo and the girl that had him blushing for a decent duration of the night. You didn’t catch her name but she seemed sweet. Sweet enough to acknowledge you with a smile and invite you to sit by her side. Sweet enough to kiss Echo on the cheek when they made eye contact and he began to stutter over his words. 

   To your right was Echo’s batchmate and twin, Fives - the one person in the circle who took unending pleasure in making your life utterly complicated. 

   Sure, you met up with him dozens of times already, but each time ended up with him teasing you on your hair or your clothes or even the way you would give someone a certain look when they annoyed you. How he noticed everything, you weren’t even sure, but you couldn’t care. Fives was annoying in the purest sense. The dictionary definition of a tease, from the cheeky grin on his face to the wiggle of his brows whenever you were irritated. 

   Tonight, he sat by your side with his shoulder pressed against yours, chatting with Hardcase about an upcoming mission to a planet that you already forgot the name of. It was his shirt that you were wearing; Hardcase’s beanie on your head; Kix’s socks on your feet to ‘regulate your body temperature’, as he so eloquently put it. 

   You ignored the fact that Fives huffed through his nose once you slipped the beanie and socks on. You also chose to ignore the sudden twist in your stomach when Fives first sat by you, nudging your side with a stupidly attractive smile on his lips. 

   Can’t let you get too comfortable, he had said. You narrowed your eyes, making him laugh, and that was it. With a turn of his head, he faced Hardcase and for the next few minutes, spoke with him as if you didn’t exist. 

   You were left alone to stare at the humming lantern, contemplating when it was time to go home. 

   As if noticing the energy in the room was beginning to dwindle, Nini’s lightbulb flickered on once more. 

   She caught everyone’s attention by sliding the lantern to the side, a cheshire grin on her lips as she replaced it with the empty bottle. “Alright wenches, time to get risky.” 

   “Half of us here are related,” Kix immediately interjected with a frown. “There will be no getting risky over here.” 

   “I wasn’t suggesting that,” she said with a grimace. “I mean it’s time to up the stakes and play some games. How about truth or dare? Whoever gets the top is the executioner and the bottom is the victim.” 

   Fives’ attention was caught instantly. It was like a hook suddenly snagged him by the cheek, turning his head fast enough to give you whiplash. “I’m in, but only if I get to go first.” 

   You rolled your eyes. Of course.

   They all agreed with nods and hums of approval, kickstarting the game of truth or dare that would result with Jesse stripped down to his gray briefs (much to Nini’s delight), Kix having to reshave his hair off, Waxer and Nini changing outfits, Echo’s make-out session with his date, and Boil’s naked sprint across the tarmac. It took every ounce of strength to keep yourself from snorting over the slap slap slap of his bare feet against the concrete. 

   Near the end of the hour, it was Nini’s turn to spin the glass bottle. She gave you a narrow-eyed smile, pointing a finger at the imaginary bullseye she pinned to your forehead.

“This one’s for you babydoll," she promised. 

   “Yeah right,” you snorted, rolling your eyes. Fate had kept you safe this far, what was one more-

   “Fuck yes!” 

   You spoke too soon. To your horror, the bottle’s end was facing you while the open tip faced the one and only Nini. Groaning already put you in hot water but the look on Nini’s face, the one that only turned into an evil smile as she glanced at Fives, was definitely not assuring. 

   “Alright sweet stuff,” she grinned innocently. “I dare you and Fives to have seven minutes of heaven in the transport next to us.” 

   Heat flooded your face in an instant. You clenched your jaw, fearful that anything you’d say would only make her dare worse. If you complained, you knew Nini would add something mortifying. If you were quick to agree, Fives would never let you live it down. If you denied it and asked for another dare, you’d embarrass yourself.

   After a moment of hesitation, you lazily nodded. “Alright, but what’s to say that I won’t knock him out and leave him unconscious for the full seven minutes?” 

   Echo snickered. “I’m sure he’d love that either way.” 

   Fives glared while Nini joined in on the laughter. “Okay, since you’re so certain about providing proof, both of you have to come back with hickies or else Fives has to give you a lapdance.” 

   You didn’t hesitate to bounce to your feet, dragging Fives up by his hand. “No thanks. I’ll do the seven minutes. And you better have a goddamn timer.” 

   Kix raised his datapad with a sly smile. You sighed and muttered a few curses under your breath, squeezing Fives’ two fingers before dragging him to the shuttle’s doors. Jesse turned the lantern off, shushing Hardcase’s uncontrollable laughter. The look of irritation on your face must’ve been the comedic highlight of the night. 

   The door slid open, metal scraping against metal. It echoed, loud and daunting through the empty hangar. 

   Everyone froze, holding their breaths as the echo dissolved. Once it became silent enough to hear a pin drop, you let go of Fives’ hand and tip-toed to the neighboring shuttle. Fives slid the door open, gesturing for you to jump inside with an overly-excited nod before joining himself. It was closed in tandem with the other ship, minimizing the amount of noise in the hangar while beginning the seven minute timer. 

   It took your eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness. Without the collective body heat to warm up the ship’s interior, you trembled like a leaf. Even shirtless, Fives didn’t seem bothered. You rubbed your hands up and down your arms, forcing heat through friction, while Fives placed his hands against his chiseled hips, peeking through the window to glance at the lantern-lit ship next door. 

   He aimed a middle finger outside and you smiled, rolling your eyes. 

   “We’re wasting time.” You tried your best to sound annoyed, but the heavy thrum-thrum-thrum of your heart whispered liar over and over. 

   Fives gave you a loose smile. “Someone’s in a hurry.” 

   “To get out here? Sure.” 

   Sometimes you’d forget how much space Fives could take up in a room. Sometimes he’d be that annoying boy with that annoying smile, tugging on the ends of your hair or muttering something under his breath just to get a rise out of you. 

   It was moments like this that reminded you just who Fives really was. Standing in front of you, looking down at you like you were a butterfly caught in his perfectly spun web. His lips curled in a grin, showing pearly teeth and a mischievous glint in his eye. He sucked the air out of the room just as easily as he breathed adrenaline into you, riling you up with irritation, anticipation, and that nagging little fire that dropped lower and lower with every close breath. 

   You ground your teeth, jaw clenched tight as you tilted your head to look him in the eye. 

   He smirked. 

   “You first.” 

   Your brows furrowed. “Nini never said anything about me making the moves here, sweetheart.” 

   “Aw,” he curled his lip in a faux pout. “That’s no fun. What happened to playing fair?” 

   Playing fair. When did Fives ever play fair? He didn’t play fair when you were on a com call with your boss, moaning in the background like he was getting the best blowjob of his life. He didn’t play fair when you caught his flirty smile during a senatorial banquet, all while he was flirting with one of your coworkers. He was a player, a dirty trickster, and he never once gave you the impression that he played fair.

   But neither did you. 

   Your scowl slowly softened into a smile. 

   “Alright,” you shrugged. “I’ll go first.” 

   You took a step towards the shuttle’s window, exhaled until the glass fogged, and slapped your hand against it. 

   “Oh, Fives,” you moaned loudly, causing his eyes to widen and his mouth to pop open. “Oh gods, right there, right there! God, that’s so good-!” 

   Your moans were cut off when Fives clamped his hand over your mouth, roughly pulling your back to his chest. His lips hovered over your ear as he hissed, “What the kriff are you doing? Are you trying to get us in trouble?” 

   You huffed a breath through your nose. The second he let go, you let loose a loud moan, mewling his name as if he was giving you a mindblowing orgasm. 

   Fives’ hand slapped over your lips once more. Before you could lick or bite your way out, he spun you around and pressed your back against the cold metal wall, dipping his head to meet your gaze. 

   “Stop it. You’ll get us caught!” 

   “Not me,” you sneered. “Just you. Think of this as payback for all the shit you put me through.” 

   Fives opened and closed his mouth like a fish, struggling to come up with an excuse. The brief silence gave you time to suck in a breath, smiling as you prepared to start moaning - only to be silenced when Fives gripped your jaw between his thumb and fingers. He roughly arched your face to his and for the first time that night, you noticed just how close his lips were to your own. 

   “Stop it,” he growled with frustration, “Gods you know just how to drive me insane so just shut up.” 

   Everything was spiraling out of control. Your heartbeat had crawled into your temples. His fingers digging into your cheeks felt gentler, like a soft cradle instead of a tight grip. His thumb dropped down to your chin, inching to your bottom lip for the softest caress. His eyes, fiery yet conflicted, dropped to your mouth before darting up to your eyes. The words were forming on your lips before you could even think about the consequences, before you could even consider where things would go…

   “Make me.” 

   Electricity hummed in the air. It was static, tingling down your legs as realization slowly settled on Fives’ face. His anger disappeared and he smiled, huffed a laugh through his nose, and lowered his head to skim your lips together. 

   “Yeah? You want me to make you quiet? You don't know what you're asking for, baby girl.” 

   “I gave you an order, soldier,” you murmured, your breath hot against his lips. “And you’ve got less than five minutes to follow it.”

   Fives exhaled a breath, amusement burning in his eyes alongside something else. Something satisfied.

   Never in your life did you think you would enjoy having a full-grown man submit to your demands, but Fives’ quick obedience ignited a dark flame. It sizzled and burned, crackling and flaming even louder as he dropped to his knees in front of you, hands sliding down your waist and hips like he was appreciating art. Hooking your thumbs in your waistband, you were stopped when Fives looked up through his long lashes, plump limps seemingly softer than pillows as he smiled suggestively. What a devil. 

   “Let me.” 

   Soft. Malleable. Your limbs were dough, melting into his touch as he simultaneously dragged your pants and panties down your legs. You raised each foot, watching him slide your clothes off to the side before plucking your panties and holding them up. 

   “Bite on it. Unless you want the entire base to hear you scream my name when I make you come on my tongue.” 

   You wet your lips. This was the side of him that he teased. The side of him that would peek through with every wink or long stare. Like a drug, a simple taste on the tip of your tongue was enough to leave you addicted. 

      Nodding, you leaned over, dazed and doe-eyed as Fives used two fingers to push the cloth into your open mouth. He gathered spit from your bottom lip, smiling with satisfaction when you moaned.

   “That’s my good girl.” 

   Were you praying? Begging? Pleading for him to finally take action before the timer could run out? You weren’t sure anymore. The words that crossed your mind had dwindled down to nothing more than pathetic pleads of more, more, more. More adrenaline. More need. More desire. 

   More of that stupid smirk on his lips as he grabbed your thigh, draping a leg over his shoulder. You reached up, grabbing onto the shuttle’s hanging handle with one hand while the other weaved through his hair, gripping tight. Your entrance was poised right at his mouth but he fought against the desire in his eyes to blow a hot breath of air against your swollen folds.

   The fabric in your mouth did its job to muffle your moans. 

   “Naughty little brat,” he murmured more to himself than to you. “All these months and this is what it takes to taste you. A fucking dare and a seven-minute timer.” 

   “Four,” you said, voice muffled. “Four minutes.” 

   He peered up at you through the curtain of his lashes, smirking at your quip. There was even the slightest glint of pride. 

   Impatience drove you to buck your hips and he chuckled, purring, “Needy, needy girl.” 

   You let out a throaty noise when he blew another teasing breath, only to gasp loudly as he sunk his tongue in your cunt. Thighs clenching instinctively, you rocked your head back and tightened your hold in his hair. Large hands palmed your ass, tightening and kneading hard enough to leave fingertip-shaped bruises. 

   He lathered your clit in saliva, flicking and stroking with a desperate satisfaction. Your legs quivered when he teased his tongue in a pattern, lovingly decorating your flesh until you were struggling to stand, breathing only through heavy gasps. 

   The timer was ticking. Any second now, you’d hear a knock. Maybe a flash of light. Would a peek through the foggy window show giddy smiles and sly winks? A flashlight from a commanding officer? There was always the possibility of being caught. Against your instinct to feel panicked, you felt even hotter, as if the thought of being seen only made you wetter against his impatient tongue. 

   Fives met your eyes when you glanced down your belly. He fit between your legs like the missing piece to your puzzle, eyes blown wide in bliss. The softest moans slipped between each impatient lick, flick, suck and swivel, cheeks flushing red when he saw the tears of pleasure in your eyes. The bridge of his nose bumped your clit, breathy exhales grazing your sensitive cunt as you clenched around nothing. As if the absence called his name, he teased your entrance with two fingers, giving them a long suck before pushing them inside ever so gently.

   You were squirming now, moaning around the saliva ridden cloth. Watching Fives with his hungry eyes, tongue circling your throbbing nub while he fingered you with shallow thrusts, was almost too much. And Fives didn’t even care. He even picked up the pace, fucking you with his tongue while the pad of his thumb swiveled against your clit. Like he knew that you were ready to come undone and he wanted it all.

   When you screwed your eyes shut and rocked your head back, preparing yourself for the shattering blow of an orgasm, he tauntingly pulled his mouth away. A thread of spit followed his bottom lip, hazy eyes drunkenly dragging up your body.

   “Open your eye and look at me when you come, princess.” 

   You dropped your chin to your chest with a shaky breath. Needy desperation finally took its hold as you began to plead, begging for him to just continue, to feed you with more of this addictive pleasure. It was like you were possessed by a succubus, aching for one thing and one thing only. 

   Fives.

   Satisfaction burned in his eyes. Fives rewarded you with his fingers, shallow thrusts now quick and consuming, desperate and fast. Obscene noises drowned out your muted cries. The ticklish drip of saliva traveled down your thigh, streaking his glistening chin and nose. 

   You relished every bit of attention with muffled cries of ecstasy, and it wasn’t long before you violently quivered, thigh clenching over his shoulder as you came all over his mouth. It hit you hard enough to send your head reeling back, eyes screwed tight enough to spread stars across that comforting darkness. 

   Sensitive tingles surged down your legs, curling your toes and tightening the muscles in your calves. It ached, it hurt, and it only grew stronger as Fives continued lapping his tongue through your folds, sloppily licking you clean. Each graze against your sensitive clit had you squirming in his greedy grasp, tears streaming out of the corners of your eyes. 

   Fives only stopped when the tremor in your legs subsided. When you weren’t even wailing, reduced to a silent puddle of overstimulated whimpers. He pulled his fingers out of your cunt with a squelch and lowered your quivering leg to the ground. Your hand left his hair to grip the bar above your head, maintaining yourself upright as Fives stood. 

   Plucking the panties from your mouth, he replaced it with a slick finger. You wrapped your lips around it and sucked it clean, foggy eyes of pleasure fluttering shut. He pulled his hand from your mouth and raised it to his own lips, dragging his tongue over the second glistening finger. A satisfied hum rumbled from his chest.   “You taste just as sweet as I thought you would.” 

   There was nothing else to do but giggle breathlessly. You couldn’t mutter a clear word, much less walk with your useless legs. Every step made them tremble like jello. Fives’ four-minute orgasm had truly sent you to paradise and back, leaving you dry-mouthed and tired enough to fall into a coma. 

   As if on cue, a tap-tap-tap echoed from the shuttle’s window. You lowered your hands, reaching for the clothes that Fives plucked off the ground and extended your way. He leaned against the glass while you quickly slipped the clothes back on. After taming the crinkles in your shirt, you met Fives cheeky grin and flushed red. 

   Grabbing his hand, you perched on the tips of your toes and kissed his cheek. 

   He returned the sentiment with a kiss to the forehead, looping his arm around your waist before sliding the door open. 

   Nini stood between the two ships with a knowing grin already plastered on her face. A single look between you and Fives had her silently squealing, clapping her hands together in victory. 

   “I called it!” She whisper-shouted, turning over her shoulder to look back into the crowded ship. “I fucking called it!” 

   Fives' beaming smile was enough of a confirmation, sending them all into quiet groans. You vaguely noticed Jesse handing a small pouch of credits into the expectant hand of a smugly smiling Echo. Nini gave you a proud wink, making you flush all over again. Kix shook his head while Waxer and Boil flashed two thumbs of approval.

   Fives’ grip only tightened around your waist as you returned to the lantern-lit shuttle. You returned to your places in the circle but found yourself leaning into Fives’ side, unable to cool the red flush from your heated cheeks. 

   “Remind me to call a mandatory sanitation of shuttle 224 tomorrow,” Kix muttered to the snickering boys near him.

   You opened your mouth to speak when Nini suddenly beat you to it. 

   “One little thing before we get back to our game,” she drawled. “Where are your hickies?” 

   You felt your heart drop to your ass. Eyes wide, you snapped your head towards Fives, only to be greeted with a wide grin. 

   “Yeah, babe. Where are our hickies?” 

   You sputtered, unable to come up with an excuse in time before Fives was already standing. He dragged his bottom lip between his teeth and looked back at Nini. 

   “No hickies meant a lap dance, right?” 

   Nini nodded wickedly, grinning wider at the daggers that bled from your eyes. You dirty, scheming, plotting gargoyle. 

   Fives pointed a finger at you, sliding his hand down his body with an exaggerated swivel of his hips. 

   “Prepare for the best lap dance you’ll ever get in your life, baby.” 

   Knowing there was no getting out of this, you sat back on your palms and smiled. His brothers began to laugh, sneering and heckling Fives’ awkward moves and outsized dances. Nini began to whisper-shout cheers and encouraging quips, gesturing with her hands like she was throwing money. Echo palmed his face and shook his head, profusely apologizing to his date about his brother’s lack of normalcy.

   Through it all, Fives was the only one who had your attention. Sure, he was embarrassing himself to no end, but you had already come to the conclusion that this was Fives: annoying, infuriating, undeniably weird sometimes, but also yours. 

   He was silly, gorgeous, and even cuter when he grinned like he was on a sugar high. This was Fives and he was, without a droplet of doubt, now wrapped around your pretty little finger. 

   So without shame, you sat back and enjoyed the show.

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[madameminor]

How about this prompt - “Is that a thong?”

It can be with any of the boys! Maybe they spot Y/N's thong when they're bending over to work on something? >:)

Feel free to pick any gender for the reader. Thank you <3

My dearest neon- it was an honor writing for you. I hope this is everything you could have wanted and more.

Fem!reader x Fives, Fem!reader x Echo

Notes - 18+ below the separator. She/her pronouns. Lingerie, voyeurism, oral (f! receiving) unprotected p in v (There's a reason it's fantasy, y'all.)

Laundry Day:

That one bane of everyone’s existence – laundry.

In the GAR, it takes on a whole new level of annoyance for the women of the company. With so many different shapes and sizes for body gloves and uniforms( compared to the clones all being THE SAME), you’re never guaranteed to get something that fits.

So you’d worked something out with the service droids in the laundry barracks. Once a week in the very late (or very early) hours of the night, you were allowed to sneak in and wash your own clothes instead of turning them in to be ‘processed’. In exchange, you gave the droids on duty a little tune up before sending them off for a bit of rest and recharge. (The perks of being a mechanic- you always have a bargaining chip with droids.) It was a convenient exchange. Especially since they didn’t mind that you were practically naked.

That’s how you were now, leaning over the running machine in naught but a black lacey bra and a thong to match. It was laundry day, these were the ONLY things you owned that were clean, since, well, you didn’t exactly get to use them much. You sighed, looking up at the near-nest of washing machines laid out like theatre seats at an opera, the lower half of them whirling while the upper were silent- a few hours of rest so the machines didn’t break down so quickly. No one ever came down this way, especially not at this time of night. The shaking of the machine was peaceful in its way, and you folded your arms in front of you, hoping to at least sink into a light doze while your clothes spun…

“Is that a thong?”

Oh shit.

You jerked up and looked to the door closest to you. Your stomach rebelled against the sight: Fives- a trooper who you’d been steadily flirting with, AND his twin Echo- a clone you TRIED to flirt with, though he always lost himself to blushes. Fives was leaning against the door frame with a beaming smile, Echo looked more embarrassed, but still wasn’t looking away.

You were too shocked to do anything but blink. “What are you two doing down here?”

“What are WE doing down here?” Fives chuckle went right through you. “You’re the one standing there looking like a late night adult holovid come to life.” You could feel his eyes travel up your legs, over your torso, lingering on the black thong framing your hips.

Echo gulped a bit, unsuccessfully swallowing his arousal. “Those…those REALLY aren’t regulation.”

Something in you smiles at his unease, gave you a bit of power back. “I…I don’t wear them on duty. Just when I’m doing laundry”

“That’s a shame,” you could hear Fives say under his breath.

Echo turned to chide him. “Fives.” He looked back at you, trying to regain his composure. And failing miserably. “He gets this way about thongs…they drive him a bit-uh, I mean they just… do it for him. And on you it’s… well it looks especially…”

“Doable.” Fives voice is low, but excited.

You know that feeling where you KNOW you look good and therefore everything you want is at your fingertips? You do now. You smile at the lust in one set of eyes, the desire in the other’s, then lift yourself to sitting on top of the washing machine, your feet perching on the edge.

“Want a closer look?”

Their reactions are in sync – Echo’s breath catches while Fives grins.

“Fuck yes I do.” They look at each other for a moment before Fives stands and heads towards you.

“Not interested, Echo?” you purr as Fives closes in.

I’ll…I’ll keep an eye out. For anyone who might be… passing by.” But he isn’t looking to the hallway- he’s staring right at you as you let your legs fall open for Fives to see.

Fives connects with you at your knees, sliding his hands down from your knees to the crease of your thighs, staring hungrily at the delicacies before him.

“If I knew you looked like this under your overalls, I would have bothered you a lot more.”

“You can bother me now, trooper. I’d like that.”

He lets out a long steady breath. “Oh mesh’la, if you insist.”

His fingers slide under the fabric between your thighs and lightly pull up, the thinnest part flirting against your lips, your clit. It’s been long enough that it feels like lust, your head falling back with a light moan.

“Fuck, mesh’la. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.” His finger traces up and down- your lips on one side, your thong on the other. He can’t look away from it. “So beautiful like this. I just want to…”

You can feel a kiss on the inside of your thigh and you shiver. “Yes. I’m saying yes. I’m saying please for the love of the Force yes.”

“Oh thank the maker.” His mouth is hot as his kisses turn to light nips into his tongue teasing along your thong, just short of the folds of your wet lips. Fuck, you can FEEL his reverence, FEEL how much he wants to dive in and taste you.

The first swipe of his tongue pulls another moan from you. You look up to meet his eyes, lusting and excited and grateful as he pulls your thong aside and gives in to his urges, laying his whole mouth in for the feast.

DAMN was he good at this. You’re grateful for the privacy down here in the center of droid territory so that no one can hear your short frantic moans. Well… no one but Echo. You loll your head over to watch where he is and almost smirk with satisfaction- he can’t take his eyes off of you. His mouth is hanging open, his eyes glazed over, his hand desperately clawing at his codpiece. He looks embarrassed when you catch his eye and the sight sends a wave through you- knowing he’s watching and wanting and… yet hesitating. You place one hand on Fives’ head.

“Fives,” he looks up and you indicate his brother with your head “do you mind if he…”

Fives looks over to his twin and takes in his state. He grins and nods in approval. “I wondered what made you clench like that.”

You blush a little bit before looking back at Echo, still looking a bit ashamed. “Echo- I want to see you. Please? NNNNN!” Your eyes loll back as Fives returns his attention with a satisfied sigh to your ‘pretty little cunt’. When you look back at Echo through your haze of pleasure, he’s unclasped his cod piece and pulled out- lord a sizeable length- and started stroking himself with a relieved groan. You can feel yourself clench again and Fives’ chuckle thrum through you, vibrations pushing a small whimper from your lips. Fuck, it all feels so good, being eaten out and WATCHED while completely losing yourself to the perfection of skill.

“Oooo Fives that feels so good. Ah AH!” He’s slipped a finger inside of you, curving up to drive you forward towards your orgasm. You feel it approaching like a star destroyer through hyperspace, hips moving on their own to feel him to the finish line. “Please make me cum, oh FUCK I’m so close. Fives, Fives I’m going to- oh KRIFF-“ And there it is, your body convulsing in full head to toe fashion, your walls clenching around his finger as you completely let go of any inhibitions. It relaxes muscles you didn’t know were tensing, and had been tensing for far too long. You try not to pant over long as you ride his finger to completion, his tongue still sending the occasionally shiver through your clit as he licks you clean.

He slowly removes his finger as he stands over you, pressing his cod piece to your lower lips to ground you. “Want to see how you taste?”

“Yes.”

He kisses you with no hesitation, taking your groan into his mouth as his tongue finds yours. Gods you taste so good on his lips- or maybe you’re tasting the pleasure he took at pleasing you to completion. Whatever it was, you’re drunk off of it, and you want more.

“Don’t stop there, trooper. Jobs only half done.”

His eyes light up as the hunger creeps back in. “Here?”

“Here. Now. Just like this, Fives.”

He wastes no time unbuckling his cod piece and puling out his length- gods it’s the same size as Echo’s. Fucking clones. He’s so hard, he’s already leaking. He lines up between your folds, kissing you as he slowly pushes into you, the noise from his throat an animalistic groan. He pulls back and drops his head onto your shoulder as he fucks into you, one hand clasping the back of the washing machine. Fuck he feels so good, filling you up to the brim each time he hilts, your groans sounding in tandem as he works you the way you’ve both been craving-

-then you hear a soft panting moan, and you look up to see: Echo is almost as lost as the two of you.

His eyes are wild, he can’t look away. He’s propped himself up on the side of the doorway, furiously pumping himself. You can hear him groaning your name as he watches his brother fuck into you so hard that the machine shakes, your pulsating cries almost deafening the whir of the surrounding washers. Just the sight of him wanting you so badly he’ll watch another man fuck you- you clench so hard around Fives’ cock that he moans a cry into your neck. You weave one hand into his hair, holding him close as you start to cum again. “OmakeromakerFives, I’m cuming again please don’t stop.”

“I’ve got you mesh’la. FUCK I’ve got you, cum for me. Cum for me while I empty into you.”

You’re so close- and all you can think as you near your high is what you scream out.

“Maker, Echo… cum with me. Please cum with me Echo- I’m-”

You hear a curse and a strangled cry from Echo, sending you careening into another mind-bending orgasm, clenching Fives’ cock so tight you swear he whimpers before painting your walls with his hot white ropes. Each stutter brings you further into the waves of bliss, your nails digging into his head in an effort to keep the bliss building even as you melt apart, panting as you fall into the euphoria of the afterglow.

Fives gently leans up to meet your lips, gentle this time, looking for connection rather than carnal satisfaction. You smile into his kiss, caressing his face with the hand that was in his hair, already feeling his cum leaking from you before he pulls out with a groan.

“Damn, mesh’la. That was… you are AMAZING.” There is true wonder in his voice, and you can’t help the mental hair flip.

“You weren’t so bad yourself, trooper,” you grin, kissing his nose. He laughs and pulls your thong back in place before finding his cod piece on the ground, reluctantly putting it back on.

You glance over to Echo. He’s sunk down to sitting, panting, his back against the door frame, his cum plastering the opposite side. You kiss Fives on the cheek before making your way over to Echo, dropping to your knees in front of him.

“Mesh’la…I’m…I’m sorry. I couldn’t-“

You put one finger to his lips to shush him before leaning in to kiss him. You don’t hold back, both hands to his face as his breath quickens, arms circling your waist. After a moment, you break off, staring down at the dazed, delirious eyes gazing up at you with admiration. You look up at Fives as he joins you two, leaning against the wall.

“Maybe next time…you can BOTH keep me company?”

Echo’s eyes light up, a mix of excitement with a dash of fear. “N…next time?”

You grin, nuzzling him before looking back up at his brother. “Of course. I’m here at least once a week. Dressed like this. Bored to tears.”

Fives kneels down by you, eyes already dreaming. “I’m sure we’ll be passing by this way again.”

Your fingers entwine in his hair, pulling him into a kiss as you squeeze. “Oh goody.”

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