i HAD to go anon for this it’s been stuck in my head for days mean dom Cody who doesn’t let you distract him while he does reports but does let you grind yourself on his boot but only if you’re quiet, and he makes fun of you, mocks you for a bit before going back to ignoring you and you’re so close but it’s not enough and he’s not paying attention to you anyway but the second you reach down and take your hands from where they’re clawing at his thighs he grabs your jaw and makes you stop and look at him “on my boot or not at all”
I’M—
oh my god Mean Dom!Cody are you kidding me I’m a mess I’m obsessed ok ok I’m doing this😮💨
this is dis g u s TENG filth
Stars he looks so good. Better than you ever remembered.
He’d only been gone a week. Just on a relief supply drop mission with his General and the 212th. But coincidentally it was also a week where you were overworked, exhausted and pent up beyond belief. When you showed up to his room today you expected him to provide you with the same tantalizing, almost brutal relief he usually did when he returned from missions.
No. Not this time.
He was just as overworked, tired and stressed as you were. Probably even more so. And he was way behind on paperwork. The barracks on Coruscant were sweltering hot this time of year, which forced him to remove the top layer of his plastoid uniform.
This left him in only the tightly woven fabric of his black undersuit which stretched over the width of his chest. The muscles rippling, bulging and strong…he looked absolutely obscene.
Fuck you needed him. You need him badly.
“Cody…” Your words lilted, alluring and coated with lust so thick there’s no way he didn’t notice.
“You know the rules, mesh’la. No distractions while I’m writing reports.” He scolded, lifting an eyebrow at you, as his eyes peaked over his data pad at you already fully undressed before him.
“But Cody, cmon I…” you whine, gripping onto his tensed bicep and tugging softly, rolling your completely bare hips into him. Even just a little teasing and begging would have to work. It has to.
“I said no. Not. Yet. Little one.” He said through gritted teeth, “You’ll just have to sit here and wait.” The slightest hint of a coy smirk drawing across his lips.
Yet he neglected to provide you with any actual chairs. Which knowing him was probably on purpose. He stood in front of his desk, tall, stern, brooding and handsome and fuck you were desperate.
You knelt down to sit at his feet, the freshly shined plastoid of his bright white boots clean enough to see your reflection. An end of mission ritual of his. But he didn’t even look at you, his eyes still glued to the datapad screen. You whimpered trying anything you could for even just a bit of acknowledgement.
Still nothing. No movement. Just his gloved fingers tapping away on the data pad. The goddamn thing.
You whined louder, huffing impatiently as you inched yourself closer to him, settling the space between your thighs on the top of his boot. The contact of the cool plastoid on your overheated clit sent a searing wave of pleasure down your spine and you yelped softly. You could’ve sworn you felt him move his boot underneath you.
Yet still, he didn’t move to look at you. Touch you. Nothing.
Sitting on some part of him and riding his boot felt good. And if this was all you could get right now, you weren’t going to stop. You fucking couldn’t. You craved him. Whatever part of him could have right now. You jerk your hips forward, gingerly rocking your clit against him and feeling the pressure building more and more. You know well enough by now that if Cody isn’t permitting you to make noise then you best be fucking quiet.
You move to wrap your hands around his thigh, gripping him tightly to chase the delightful burn you were feeling riding his actual fucking boot. But stars above it felt so good. You were counteracting the painful ache in your core and sending jolts of pleasure radiating through all your limbs. You needed this and you didn’t care how needy it made you.
You couldn’t keep the moans and whimpers in though. The sounds of a frenzied, yearning little thing like you couldn’t be ignored by him for long.
He finally moved his datapad just so, peeking down at you rocking yourself against him over and over again. He tutted softly, reflecting your pout with his own pitying one and mocking your whimpers softly.
“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you? Such a desperate little slut for me that this feels good.” He laughed darkly, tipping your chin up so he could see the pained expression of lust filled need glazing over your eyes. “You just can’t help yourself. Won’t even wait like I asked. It’s not like you to misbehave…to disobey me.” He narrowed his eyes, letting out a frustrated exhale and removing his hands from your face. Much to your dismay.
He shook his head and went back to his report, ignoring you again.
You groan in frustration and look away from him, clearly not getting anything more from him than this. You weren’t in the mood for being tormented, which was naturally why he did it. Nothing was ever on your terms. That wasn’t how this worked.
The tension biting at your insides pulled tighter, each twist of your hips stroking the bundle of nerves more salaciously. More satisfying. You claw at the armor on his thigh and grip onto it for dear life as you sped up your ministrations.
“Cody…please…” You beg quietly, squeezing your eyes shut as the high you craved continued to elude you. The peak of pleasure somehow moving further and further from you the faster you chased after it. You needed him so badly it hurt and he wasn’t doing anything to help you. This was a special kind of torture and not the kind of welcome you’d come to expect from him.
This was a test of your will power. Of your ability to follow his rules. And you failed. Miserably. You couldn’t fucking help it. You’re not that strong. Not after the shit week you had.
But the idea of failing him made you feel worse. Maybe you didn’t deserve it after all. Maybe he was sick of you and your desperate bratty whining. Maybe you should just stop altogether and wait like he instructed.
Or maybe you’ll just use your hands to soothe the ache until he’s ready for you. Yeah. That could work. It’s not like he’s paying you any attention anyway…
You lift your hands off his thighs and slow your thrusts to a halt, moving to run your hands delicately over your clit like you needed to.
Suddenly, his hand is clamped around your jaw, the other grasping the wrist of the hand you were just about to make use of. He forced your face to turn up to his, glaring down at you with a heavy scowl. His eyes were wild, pupils darkened and blown wider than you’d seen in a long time. He was huffing in anger, beads of sweat forming on the bridge of his nose.
“Did I tell you to stop? Since you’ve already made a mess on my nice clean boots, you’ll cum only on my boot or not at all, little brat.” He growled, the threatening tone to his voice sending a surge of warmth dripping down your thighs all over again. “And then, my naughty cyar’ika, maybe I’ll think about what to do with you after I’m done with my reports.”
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