#arc trooper fives smut

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Fives x Fem!Reader

NSFW Ahead Minors DNI 18+!!!

A/N: To all the girls who wish they lost their virginity to a clone trooper - this one’s for us.

Tags/Warnings: Loss of virginity, Best Friends to Lovers, Alcohol, Gambling, Lil bit of angst, Fluff, Smut, Oral Sex (F! Receiving), Vaginal Fingering, Slow burn (technically), Love Confessions, Happy Ending!!

Summary: Since the moment you were transferred to the 501’st as a Civ Medic you and Fives gravitated towards each other and over many months of friendship you can’t help but slowly fall for the charming ARC Trooper. The tension only increases when he finds out just how inexperienced you are.

Word Count: 9.8k

(For clarification, the italics are flashbacks)

The data pad read ‘Order for Civilian Medic Transfer’, which is really just a nicer way of saying ‘You can’t do anything about this, so just accept it and suffer’. 

You had no choice when you were inevitably rotated between legions, untethered. Your newest order was to the 501st, and you find yourself standing in an empty Medbay; it’s quiet. Too quiet. You’ve either been fortunately assigned to a legion that didn’t see much action, if that were even possible, or you were stood in the eye of a hurricane.

Your eyes are caught on the tattoo across the scalp of the head medic, ‘A good droid is a dead one’ and you suppress a smile at the sentiment. It’s why you were needed - clones weren’t fond of droids, even those programmed for medical purposes. 

“New?” The clone asks, eyes focused on a datapad. You weren’t, not by any means, you had been rotated countless times over the duration of the clone wars. But, you already begin preparing yourself for the usual gruff demeanour that often greeted you, although you were better than a droid, to many clones you were still just a ‘Civ’, despite the many sleepless nights of studying and GAR medical training. 

“No, sir, transferred from the 104th.” You keep your words short, formal, but the clone medic’s eyes light up in recognition.

“Under Commander Wolffe?” He asks, a hint of surprise in his tone as he actually looks away from the datapad.

“Briefly,” you admit, recalling how just a few days before the commander in question practically growled at you when you had to check his eye. You lasted a week there.  “I was with the 212th before that.”

The head medic eyes you with a curious look, waiting for you to elaborate, so you continued, “Typically Civ medics are just seen as temporary by the head medic, until a clone medic becomes available.” You explain, perhaps a bit too fast. How many times could you fit the word medic in that sentence? You internally groan, but he gives a small hum of acknowledgement, whether it was in agreement or disagreement of your statement, his face didn’t betray him either way. 

“Go get yourself settled, and then report back here in an hour.” He says with a slight sigh, passing you the datapad, a blinking spot on the screen indicating where your bunk is - at least this time you weren’t in the shared barracks. “We’ve only just got back from being planetside on Coruscant for a week.” Ah, that answers the question of why it had been so quiet then.

“Thank you, sir.” You nod, picking up your small pack of personal belongings, it wasn’t much, but it was the only anchor you had when you were transferred around so often.

“Kix is fine.” He nods, giving you a genuine smile. “Welcome to the 501st.”

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The small room is thrumming with energy that’s been ignited from an evening of drinking following a particularly rough mission for the men. Contraband in the form of amber liquid that burns your throat and fuels bad decisions, is grouped together on a small crate you’ve been using as a makeshift table for the evening. 

You’re currently sitting on the floor, leaning against a crate next to Fives as he divulges details to you about their most recent mission. Details that you probably aren’t supposed to know, but he tells you anyways, because ‘what are friends for if not to impress’, he had once told you with a sly wink. 

You knew most of the other Civ workers in the GAR weren’t as close to the clones they served with as you were. In all of the legions you had been bounced around from, there was a clear divide between the small number of Civ members, compared to the clones. But in the 501’st, those theoretical lines were blurred, or probably didn’t exist at all, with how Fives’s arm settled around your shoulder. He always had been the most friendly out of his brothers.

Your attention is drawn away from the warm expression of your friend, and you groan as you catch Jesse and Hardcase standing side by side, comparing their lengths. 

“Put it away, for the last time they’re all the same size!” You call out with a laugh, making Fives frown and whip around as he’s been interrupted from your conversation.

“Know from experience with clones?” Jesse sends you a drunken wink as his hands sloppily stuffs the offending body part back into his blacks.

“Medical experience with clones.” Your face almost hurts from smiling as you shake your head, before turning back to Fives. It’s faint and fleeting, but a look of annoyance crosses his features. You’re not awarded the opportunity to ask about it though, because he’s already delving into another over-exaggerated story of how he took out a whole group of droids on his own. 

You wouldn’t really care if they all weren’t true, you just enjoyed hearing him talk. The man could make even the most boring senate conversations interesting, you’re sure of it. So you smile, hooked onto each of his words, cursing the way your heart beats too fast when he reaches out to push away some hair that's fallen from the usual tight bun you have to wear it in. His fingers graze the skin of your cheek, leaving a burning trail.

It’s a small gesture that doesn’t even break the rhythm of his conversation. The touches are natural, instinctive on his part. He’s always touching you - you know to him it means nothing more than that, but your tell-tale racing heart screams at you that you wish it did.

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Once you had returned from being settled in, Kix had directed you to some neatly stacked crates containing new medical supplies to restock the old ones. Your sluggish movements remind you just how little sleep you’d managed on the transport here from the 104th, your body was still aching from the hours spent laying on the durasteel floor between containers of explosives. Not the best sleep you’ve had, and surprisingly not the worst.

“Hey Kix, can you tell me if this looks infected?” A voice pulls you from your thoughts, alerting you to the attention of a topless clone trooper, something that no longer phased you given how many entirely naked clones you had treated. Upon seeing you, the clone goes from being relaxed to formal instantly, clearing his throat as he fumbled to get the top half of his blacks on. 

“You,” he clears his throat, his voice now adopting the typical ‘trooper at attention’ tone as he pulls the clothing over his head, “Are not Kix.” His top blacks are on backwards, and he runs a finger along the collar which now presses uncomfortably to his flushed neck.

“No, I’m not.” You agree with him, suppressing a small smile at how he looks caught off guard, from his surprised expression you may as well be a battle droid standing in the medical bay.

“May I?” You gesture to his top, and he reluctantly removes it once more, taking a seat on a free bed. You see his issue, a common rash splaying across his shoulders from where his armour has been rubbing his skin through his blacks.

“You’re the new medic?” He sounds more nervous than you are, his jaw tensing when you run your fingers along the rash, checking for any signs of infection.

You give a small hum, confirming he’s correct as you step away. “And you are?”

“Echo. I, uh.. Wasn’t expecting a Civ?” They never do.

“Not infected, by the way, it’s just irritated.” You seek out a steroid cream, which you conveniently just restocked. “Here, use this twice a day, and keep the area as dry as possible.”

He gives you a short, formal nod before he redresses, correctly this time, and leaves the room with his face almost as red as his rash. 

You’ve moved onto another crate when you catch the movement from the corner of your eye, somebody passing the door to the Medbay. You think nothing of it until you see the figure again, this time he slows slightly to glance inside the room.

He walks past a third time - and then a fourth.

On what would be the fifth time you poke your head out slightly to watch him walk almost to the end of the hallway, just to turn around and begin his lap back past the door. He stops in his tracks when he sees you looking curiously at him, but quickly recovers even though he’s been caught, and strides back towards you. You catch a glimpse of a tattoo on his temple, but it’s his grin, framed by neatly trimmed facial hair, that seems to distinguish him from other clone troopers you’ve come across. It’s cocky, confident, and warm. Especially warm when he takes hold of your hand and presses it to his lips in a greeting that makes it feel as though you’re trapped in a boiler room, overheating.

“I’m Fives, and you are?”

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You were settled between Echo and Fives, the three of you with empty cups waiting for the next round of the game. Each round you had to take a shot based on your answer to the question, which so far had ranged between ‘If you’ve been shot by a droid’ - which Rex groaned at, and ‘If you ever fucked a girl in the 79’s fresher’, which made several of the men cheer. 

Your heart sinks a bit when Fives drinks at that one, recalling the night just over a month ago on Coruscant. 

You had all been there together, his arm slung around your shoulder in the booth as you both laughed at some fleeting joke made by Jesse. You had grown closer, close enough to the point that he got teased relentlessly by his brothers for calling you his ‘best friend’ whilst under the influence of some strong pain medication in the Medbay. 

You left to get some more drinks from the bar when Sinker approached you, a spark of recognition in his eyes. You were trying to focus on ordering the drinks, blushing as you attempted to turn down the Sergeant who was whispering over-sweetened things in your ear at how he wished you’d stayed with the 104th for longer.

You smiled in thanks when Echo came to help, claiming he saw that you may need help with carrying the drinks. You were grateful for the assistance, laughing with Echo under the usual volume of the crowd until you caught sight of your best friend, stumbling through the crowd towards the fresher, his hand intertwined with a beautiful Twi’lek girl.

You remember how Echo looked at you as he realised the reason behind your tightened jaw and hoarse voice when you excused yourself for some air. You couldn’t stand the sympathy in his eyes, the eyes that looked identical to those of your best friend, the man you were in love with. 

So much for being unattached.

“It wasn’t that good.” Fives nudges your knee with his own, pulling you from your thoughts. A casual smirk plays on his lips and you’re about to laugh off the comment, ready to deflect the attention from your friend, when his twin interrupts you.

“Yeah, cause you couldn’t get it up!” Echo slurs as he leans against you, clutching his cup as some of the amber liquid sloshes down your chest before he apologises and wipes the stain above your breast with hazy eyes. Fives catches his brother's wrist, pushing it away from your chest lightly, and your mind races at Echo’s statement - Fives hadn’t slept with the Twi’Lek girl?

“Shut up, Vod.” Fives grumbles, his fingers tightening around his own cup as he looks away from the two of you. A blush, that must just be from a mix of alcohol and annoyance, creeps up to his face. Thankfully as most of these questions have been related to battle or women, you’ve barely drank, so you can at least try to be rational and push away thoughts that creep into your mind of how you think Fives would take you against the wall of a fresher stall. You can ignore the contemplation on if he would show restraint, or if he would make the walls shake.

“How about this - take a shot for how many people you’ve slept with,” Jesse calls out to the small group of you, an intoxicated grin on his face. Several hands reach for the last remaining bottle at once, ready to fill their cups, each of their owners immediately wanting to show off to the rest of the room's occupants.

“No!” Kix’s hand is the fastest to snatch the liquor away, holding it close to his chest plate.  “We are not looking after you all in the Medbay with alcohol poisoning!” He gestures between you both, and Jesse bargains, coming to a compromise for 1 shot for every certain number, but the specifics of the round are drowned out by your own heartbeat.

Your body stills and you look down to your half full cup. It would be easy to drink, to lie to yourself and those around you. You don’t even have to drink more than once and yet you just continue to stare at your reflection in the liquid, it’s as if the cup were judging you.

“You know you’re supposed to at least drink once, right?” Fives whispers in your ear.

“Yeah, just got distracted trying to work out which of your brothers are definitely exaggerating,” You nod, taking a sip from the cup as you avoid his eyes that burn you more than any liquor ever could. You place the empty cup at your feet and lean your head against Echos, managing a small smile at how he’s snoring against your shoulder. 

Fives gives a small hum of thought, finishing his own drink before placing the empty cup next to you, allowing his finger to linger on the rim for a moment. Your gaze is focused on the way the traces of liquor coat his fingertips, making the battle-calloused skin glisten. You close your eyes, trying to fend off the thoughts of how the whiskey tainted fingers would taste on your tongue, and the mental image of them coated in something sweeter than the alcohol.

“Remember the first time I dragged you here?” Fives’ amused tone forces your eyes open, his warm hand settling on your knee and he taps his fingers rhythmically, almost to the same beat as your unsteady heart.

It had been just over one standard month, one of your longest posts so far, and you were already finding yourself anxious that you could be transferred away at any moment. If you had told yourself just over a month ago that in your new assignment with the 501st that you would wake to two half-drunk troopers in your room, begging you to come play Sabbac with them, you would have diagnosed them with battle induced psychosis.

“Well, not with us-” Fives starts, rummaging around the small closet for something you could wear over your sleeping vest.

“For us.” Echo finishes, practically pulling you out of your bed with an eager nod as Fives approaches you with something in his hands.

“Hands up, sweetheart.” In your tired state, you obey thoughtlessly, allowing Fives to slip the sweatshirt over your head. His fingers trail down your sides, eliciting goosebumps across your skin as he pulls the heavy fabric down over you, and between the contact and his name for you, your heart skips a beat. It nearly stops when he winks before turning away to get your shoes.

Clone Troopers were often flirty, but over the last month, Fives seemed determined to earn the title of being the biggest flirt. Regardless which of his brothers got sick or minorly injured, he was always the one pulling them through the door and would then spend the entire time sweet talking you. Just last week, Rex had nearly concussed himself on a pipe and looked like he wanted to hit Fives who didn’t stop talking the whole time you examined the injury.

“And why do you need me to play for you? I’ve never even played before,” You swallow thickly, sliding your feet into the shoes as the twins guide you from your room, both of their hands on your back, ushering you down complex hallways that all look identical.

“Fives got caught cheating, so we both got banned,” Echo rolls his eyes, placing the blame on his brother, who begins telling you the rules of the game, which they are playing a slight variation of given that they only had items to bet, not credits. You had reluctantly allowed them to bring a full bottle of rather expensive vodka you had purchased last time you were on Coruscant.

“You did not wake up the new medic just to get her to play for you.” Jesse groans, and Rex begins apologising to you for his brothers, ready to scold them for waking you up, but you raise your hand to stop him.

“It’s no bother.” You shake your head, remembering Fives and Echo’s advice to act confident - so really you just had to ask yourself ‘What would Fives do?’

“You know how to play?” Kix asks, surprised by your sudden change in demeanour. He had been used to you keeping your head down in the Medbay, following orders, not showing up with a bottle of alcohol to bet on and Fives’s arm slung around your shoulder.

“Oh please, I’ve been playing Sabbac longer than some of you have been out of the tube.” You feel Fives give your shoulder a proud squeeze at your lie as he places the bottle of vodka on the makeshift table, and you both take a seat, “Deal me in?”

After several rounds of you finding your feet in the game, Fives drops his hand to your waist, giving it a squeeze - he’s signalling to go in for the kill. You turn your head slightly to look into his eyes, and he gives a slight nod that doesn’t go unnoticed by your opponents, he’s making it look so sure you’re going to win, but in reality your cards weren’t good. 

 You and Rex were down to the last cards, everyone else had folded. Either of you could have the winning hand, but if one of you backed out now before your cards were revealed, you could at least keep your own stake in the game. It was about the bluffing now, and thankfully you were good at that.

“Well, Captain?” You and Fives lean backward in sync. You press the cards to your chest, hiding how they’re on the verge of shaking from Fives’ grip on your waist, but also to hide your tell. It’s a small, barely noticeable movement, your forefinger running along the edge of your thumbnail -  a nervous movement that Rex hasn’t noticed past your arrogant smile that perfectly mirrors Fives’. “What’ll it be?”

There’s a short beat where the room is silent and you hold the gaze of the Captain, all of the others staring between you both like it’s an intense standoff. He looks away first, tossing the cards down with a huff as he backs out, giving the win to you; he actually had a good hand. 

“Oh and by the way, sir,” You lay your cards down, revealing that you had already gone bust, over the number limit to win. “I’ve never played Sabbac in my life.” You grin at the shocked expression on his face that melts into a warm smile and you’re enveloped into a hug from Fives while Echo reaps your winnings from the table.

After you all decide to have a drink from the bottle you bet with, the tiredness catches up to you, and you struggle to stay alert with the alcohol that casts a haze on your mind. 

“C’mon, I’ll take you back.” Fives nudges you, picking up the half-full bottle of vodka as he pulls you to your feet, shaking his head in amusement when he tugs a bit too hard and you fall into his chest. “Already falling for me, sweetheart?” his voice is low, something that can only be heard between the two of you in the room full of his boisterous brothers.

You roll your eyes in amusement, a defence against how the whisper makes heat spread throughout your body. You take a half step back, placing the empty cup on the crate as you exchange a short goodbye with Echo.

“I’m gonna walk our lovely medic here back to her room, I’ll be back soon,” Fives gives a mock salute as you both make your exit and you try to ignore the whistle from one of the men as Fives chuckles, shaking his head. “Animals aren’t they, Mesh’la?”

You hadn’t known this side to any of the clones you’d served with, albeit you were just a medic, none of them had ever been this relaxed around you. The entire time you had been in the GAR, it had been lonely. There was no one to celebrate with after battle, no late night conversations between friends, no one to just sit with and cry when you weren’t able to save a life. But walking through the corridors with Fives somehow made it all worth it.

“You did great, sweetheart, I’m impressed.” Fives brings the bottle to his lips, taking a swig of the clear liquid as you stop outside of your door. “You’re just full of surprises aren’t you?” His tongue darts out to lick the vodka off his lips and you can’t help but let your eyes linger there after the action. His gaze is already meeting yours when you look up, heat flickering in his eyes like the flame of a candle - he’s caught you staring.

Fives’ hand comes up to hold your waist once more, his grip tighter now, drawing you closer like you were a flower he wanted to admire. The scent of vodka from his breath intoxicates you, and you find yourself hypnotised, leaning closer. You don’t know what causes it, but at the last moment he freezes, his hand falling from your waist to press the panel outside your door, opening it.

“Goodnight.” He gives a tight-lipped smile before stepping away, walking back down the corridor in the direction of the barracks. Despite the heavy sweatshirt and warmth of the vodka in your blood, you feel empty as you enter your dark room. You find yourself lying awake in your bunk as you work through a mixture of disappointment, embarrassment, and something that ignites an ache between your thighs. 

He stopped himself from kissing you, and you didn’t know why.

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You know your way back, he doesn’t need to walk you, yet he always does. It’s been almost 8 standard months since you were transferred to the 501st, you could practically navigate your way around blindfolded. So, you know you're about to turn onto the corridor your room is on when he speaks.

“You didn’t drink.” 

Your mouth goes dry, it’s like you’ve just eaten a whole pack of ration crackers while sitting in the Tatooine desert with no water. The lights above feel harsher, as if you’re under a spotlight on the Medbay examination table, and Fives is the one inspecting you. He’s peering at you from the corner of your vision, gauging your reaction to his statement. 

“What are you talking about, Fives?” You shrug in an attempt to appear nonchalant, but unfortunately due to his metabolism he was as sober as you, meaning he was just as observant. You couldn’t brush off his attention when he places a hand on your shoulder, stopping you in your place just as you round a corner. From here you can see the door to your room, the third from the end. It’s taunting you at how close you were to getting away with the secret you’d been keeping against your chest.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” His free hand grasps your chin between his thumb and forefinger, directing your attention to him. You swallow as he draws your face closer, eyes raking over your features as he gives a small shake of his head. “You didn’t drink.”

“Yes I did.” Your voice is impressively steady, you’re good at bluffing. Fives already knows this, but he knows you better, and his eyes dart down in search of something. Your fingertip presses against the edge of your thumb in a movement that Fives had catalogued in his brain since that day you beat Rex at Sabbac.

The credit drops. You can see the moment it registers in Fives’ brain as his jaw goes slack, his grip on your chin loosening.

“Are you a- mph!” Your hand covers his mouth and you push him to the wall before he can shout aloud what you’ve kept unsaid for your whole time in the GAR. Fives was an ARC trooper, he could easily push you away, but his muscles seem to weaken against your grip. You feel the resistance in his body melt under your touch, as his eyes soften just above where your hand covers his mouth.

“I know you’re a loud mouth but please,” Your voice is low, urgent, as you give him a warning look, your face burning from embarrassment as he’s just come to the realisation of why you didn’t drink. You didn’t have any number to drink for. You can see him linking it together in his head - why you turned down flirtatious advances from his brothers, why he walked you back alone after every late night. It was why your body was so responsive to every small touch and honeyed word from his lips; like a flower chasing fleeting sunlight in the late afternoon. “Just this once, Fives, keep your voice down.” 

Fives gives a short nod down at you, assuring you he’ll be quiet. His fingers loop around your wrist, tugging your hand from his mouth. You unsuccessfully try to ignore the way his lips had felt against your skin, you’re so caught on the small patch of wetness on your palm that you miss the clench of his jaw and flash of emotions in his eyes.

“You’ve really never..?” He trails off, the words settling into the small gap between you, they’re not taunting or teasing, they’re simply disbelieving. Even though he’s released your wrist now, it’s still suspended in the air, as if you’ve been frozen in carbonite. You’re afraid to move away, that it would be just like all those months ago, that the moment would be shattered and lost.

Your breaths are mingling together, you’re like an asteroid orbiting, drawing closer and closer to his planet, bracing for impact. Fives is unblinking, waiting for the answer he already knows, but needs to hear for himself. 

“No.” 

Something stirs in the depths of Fives’ eyes and there’s a tension you could almost reach out and grasp from the air. Your body acts on its own, hand breaking free from its frozen stupor to find interest in a small scar on his jaw. You remember treating the small cut, he never even flinched, but you had let him hold your hand anyways. ‘It’s for comfort’, Fives had told you, accompanied by the usual sly wink that made it all the more difficult for your free hand to remain steady when you cleaned the cut.

Fives’ eyes slip closed when your fingertips graze against the shining scar, his breathing becoming carefully controlled. You recognise the pattern, it’s the same pace it was during the times he would take you to the training rooms, his body pressed to yours as he taught you to shoot. He would chuckle into your ear when your hands would shake, causing you to miss.

Your hands are steady now, no signs of the trembling are evident when you raise your attention higher. Your finger traces its way over the inky ‘5’ on his temple, and you’re about to move it away but you find yourself held in place, fingers still pressed against the tattoo.

Fives’ constant touches were always casual, fleeting, and meaningless. But this? This was deliberate. 

His gloved hand is circled around the bare skin of your wrist once more, keeping your fingers pressed against his temple. After a short, breathless moment, he moves your hand, but not to push it away this time. He pulls it closer, making your fingers trace across his cheekbone, against his warm skin all the way on a deliberate path to his mouth. 

Fives’ lips ghost across your fingertips and in contrast to his rough exterior and battle scarred skin, they’re soft. Just above the point of your fixation is his heavy stare, focused and serious, like you’re his target in the heat of battle.

Your heart is thrumming against your ribcage like blaster fire and you wonder if he can feel the pulse in your wrist through his gloves at the sheer force of it. There’s barely any space between the two of you, and it only lessens with every beat of your heart.

“Just… stay still for a second, please,” Fives’ eyes burn into yours and he’s like a black hole orbiting you, pulling you in with his gravity. “Can you do that for me, sweetheart?” His voice is a strained whisper, just cosmic background noise, all you can focus on is how his breath fans across your lips. 

His eyes close again when you nod, and you allow yourself to slip away into the same darkness as he consumes all of your senses.

The touch is light, a soft brush of his lips against your own, and the gentle contact has a shiver running through your body. His hand has placed your palm back to his jaw, covering it with his own as he pulls you in deeper. The second kiss is more confident, the swipe of his tongue over your lower lip has the world around you dissolving into a meaningless void as he becomes the centre of your universe. 

Before you can part your lips for him, Fives pulls away, just enough so he can look at you. There’s a dazed expression on his face, like he’s been concussed but is strangely happy about it. The momentary bewilderment melts away into an unusually shy smile and he’s about to kiss you again when you’re interrupted. There's laughter echoing from the direction you just came and Fives pulls back further, a suddenly serious look taking over his face.

You’re filled with a strange sense of deja vu when he steps away, your heart already sinking. Before you can open your mouth to apologise for getting carried away, to try and repair whatever strain the kiss could have put on your friendship, you’re being pulled along by his gentle grasp. Fives is making urgent paces down the short walk to your door, slamming his free hand to the control panel to get you both away from whatever prying eyes may have stumbled upon your private moment.

The door whooshes down to swallow you both in the darkness of your room and just like all those months ago, your back is pressed against the cool durasteel door. Only this time, you’re on the other side of it.

You immediately miss the warmth his body has been providing you with when he walks over to your desk, fumbling in the darkness from your lamp switch. Your lips still tingle from where his own were pressed against yours, and you swear you can still taste him.

The room is poorly illuminated from the dim bulb, but it's enough to highlight the figure of Fives leaning over your desk and you take in the full sight of him. He’s still wearing his armour from the waist down, but his upper half is only dressed in his tight blacks, and the lamp casts shadows that accentuate every ridge of muscle. It’s times like this where you’re reminded the man in front of you isn’t just your best friend, but also a highly decorated ARC Trooper, a man who spends most of his days in battle.

The serious look doesn’t leave his face, even when he’s moved back in front of you, blocking out the rest of your room with his large frame. At some point in the darkness, Fives has removed his gloves, allowing you to feel the rough skin of his hand as it cups your face. His thumb tugs at your lower lip, smearing saliva across the swollen skin as he teases the sensitive flesh. You can make out the apprehensive desire in his eyes as he marvels down at your mouth, before looking up to meet your gaze once more.

“Kriff, I…” His voice is light, and there’s an uncertain, almost desperate edge to it before he swallows it down. “Sweetheart, do you want this?” 

It would be easy to lie to the both of you and back out. You never expected to meet anyone when you enlisted into the GAR straight from your medical school. Back then you had wanted to be a doctor, it was expected of you by your family, you sacrificed your entire social life to work for it. 

You were never given the luxury of free-time, how could you ever have met anyone when all you did in your later teen years, when all your friends were partying and meeting their partners, was study? It was never a case that you didn’t want to be with anyone, but life simply prevented you from it. You were in your third year when the war broke out, two more years at the university and you would have graduated, but instead you decided to take your study credits and enlist as a medic. In less than a standard rotation from the moment you notified the university, you were on a transport to your first assignment.

You had let your work and the war rob you of so many experiences, you wouldn’t let them take this from you too. You wouldn’t let them take him from you too.

“Yes, Fives.” You nod, allowing your hands to rest on his broad shoulders. You’re sure of this, sure of him.

“Tell me to stop,” There’s a hunger in Fives’ eyes when you say his name and his lips press back to yours in a kiss that’s over far too quickly. “At any time, tell me to stop.” He’s holding your face still, unmoving until he has your consent.

“Okay.” There’s no reluctance in your tone, just a breathless need that makes Fives’ jaw tick.

Fives exhales, his shoulders relaxing and your eyes close again in anticipation, awaiting his kiss. But instead you feel the heat of his forehead press to yours, as if he’s anchoring himself against you, just for a moment.

“Okay, sweetheart.” His mouth is instantly on yours, his right hand still cups your jaw, but his left slips around your back in search of the zip on your uniform. He makes quick work of pulling the zipper down to loosen the material from your skin, and both hands travel down to your hips, tugging at the edge of the fabric.

“Hands up.” Fives’ voice is low in your ear as he presses a kiss to your hairline, and you raise your arms, allowing him to slip the top from your body. He discards it on the floor, not wanting to waste any time that could be spent with his hands on your exposed skin.

Fives is slower this time. Each movement is purposeful when he guides you both towards your small bunk, his tongue slipping past your lips in a kiss that makes you dizzy as you taste him in your mouth. 

When the back of your knees meet the edge of your bunk, Fives’ lips begin to trail down your body. His path starts at the soft skin of your now exposed cleavage, and continues down past your bra, over the smooth skin of your stomach. There’s a soft scrape when his armour makes contact with the floor, he’s dropping to a kneeling position with his lips hovering over your abdomen. You look down at the man kneeling before you with his fingers hooked in the waistband of your uniform leggings, and you can’t help but smile. Fives pauses momentarily, sending a wink up at you before he tugs the fabric down, exposing the flesh of your legs. 

“Lay down.” Fives whispers, and you can feel his warm breath tickle your stomach.

You settle backwards onto the bunk, allowing Fives to remove your leggings entirely, along with your shoes. You’re left in just your simple, black GAR issued bra and panties. It’s nothing special by any means, but Fives eyes you as if you’re an oasis he’s stumbled upon in the middle of a month-long battle. One meant only for him.

You let your eyes slip closed as you hear the familiar noise of his armour being removed, clattering to the floor. It’s something you’ve heard many times when he’s come to relax with you on an evening and you find yourself counting each piece removed as a distraction until bare fingers brush your knee. It’s a comforting touch to draw you back to him.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart, look at me.” Fives is sat just between your legs, bare aside from tight boxers that leave little of his anatomy to the imagination. You already knew what clones looked like naked, you had treated enough of them to not be phased by any part of their body. But a clone on a Medbay table was different to your best friend whose lips were pressing to the soft flesh of your inner thigh. “Is this okay?”

He inhales against your panties and you attempt to swallow your embarrassment and nervousness at the sight of your friend between your legs with only a thin layer of fabric between you. The sight of his ever-present smile between your legs sends a flood of heat through your body before it concentrates in your lower stomach.

When you don’t reply immediately, he pulls back slightly, giving the thigh he’s hooked over his shoulder a light squeeze. His brown eyes are filled with concern, searching your expression for any hesitation. 

“You still with me?” His thumb traces patterns against your skin, each movement only encouraging the fire in your body.

“I’m still with you,” You nod, watching as something lights up in his eyes. “What are you-“ 

Fives immediately silences your question with an action. His wet, open mouth presses to your thigh again and you feel yourself exposed to him when he hooks a finger in your panties, pulling them to the side. 

“I’m taking my time with you Mesh’la.” His hot breath fans over your now exposed cunt and you fight the urge to clasp your legs together, you’ve never felt more vulnerable lying in your bunk, entirely bare to the person you trust most and it’s a vulnerability that makes your heart race as if you’re under attack. 

Fives seems to sense your nervousness as he holds your knees firmly apart with his shoulders and free hand, keeping your legs open for him to litter small kisses on your inner thighs, all the while keeping you exposed for him. 

“Focus on me, Cyar'ika.”

Before your apprehension can get the better of you, Fives is licking a slow, experimental stripe up your slit, parting your folds with his tongue. His eyes are on yours the whole time, studying the awed look on your face and gasps of pleasure when his tongue runs over your clit.

Fives shakes his head, grumbling something under his breath. Before you can decipher it, he’s using one hand to lift your hips from the bed while his other practically tears the panties from your body, leaving you in just your bra. Strong hands move to grip the top of your thighs and pull you to him so he can secure his mouth to your core without obstruction, filling the room with wet, desperate noises as he laps at your cunt. 

Your hands twist in the thin bed sheets, desperately searching for something to ground you as his tongue delves inside you. His mouth is attached to you like you’re his last meal before an execution, the first drop of water after a mission on a desert planet, something he’s denied himself for far too long.

One of his fingers circles your entrance and your eyes snap open, finding him already looking up at you with a question in his gaze, asking for permission. You can only nod, not trusting your ability to speak with Fives’s tongue dragging slow circles around your clit. 

Your head slumps back to the floor when he proceeds with your consent, the sensation is entirely foreign as you feel his digit sink into you, testing your tightness. Your own fingers were nothing in comparison to his, even just the one is beginning to stretch you.

“Fives…” Your breathless plea encourages him and your teeth sink into your lower lip as he adds another finger to stretch you further. You let out a small whimper at the slight burn and he slows his movements slightly to allow you time to adjust.

“Shh, Mesh’la,” He changes the angle slightly, massaging his fingertips against the walls of your cunt as they search for a particularly sensitive spot. Your body jolts, arching towards him when he finds it, and a moan escapes you. “That’s it, relax.” 

The heat in your core is building as you grow wetter, making it easy for him to work his fingers into your tight hole, only adding to the growing pleasure building in every part of you, begging to escape. He presses his thumb to your swollen clit, one goal in mind.

“Need to make sure you’re ready for me, Cyar'ika.”

Fives withdraws his fingers from your gushing cunt, his hands instead moving from under your thighs and securing themselves back to their original position on your knees, keeping your trembling legs open as he continues to suck lightly on your clit when you reach your climax. Your body shakes, set alight with pleasure that’s only intensified by the way his head rests against your thigh, looking up at you as if committing the moment to memory.

When you finally relax against the bed, the pleasure having temporarily robbed your body of energy, you expect him to be done and move onto the next step. Instead, he lets out a low chuckle and begins circling your clit with his thumb once more. 

“Do you think you can give me another one, Mesh’la?” His soft smile contrasts his words, but his eyes gleam with mischief when you whisper a small ‘yes’ in response.

He’s using just his fingers this time, two of them working you in a scissoring motion, stretching your walls as his other hand slips between you and the mattress. His fingers expertly find the clasp to your bra, freeing you from the last item of your clothing.

His pupils are dilated, drinking in the sight of your writhing body, now entirely bare for him. He leans back slightly, taking in every detail, something between a smile and a smirk on his lips when his eyes focus on his own fingers pumping in your tight hole. The moment he feels your orgasm hit, cunt tightening around his fingers, he descends on you once more. Teeth pulling at your nipple, his thumb secured to your clit as he lets you ride out your orgasm, your hips attempt to grind up against his hand, chasing pleasure.

The world is falling back into place around you when he shifts his weight on the bed, and you hear the final piece of clothing hit the floor.

Fives is kneeling in front of you, a hand on each of your knees as you take in the sight of his bare body. His large cock makes the breath hitch in your throat, but he presses a soft kiss against your lips, prepared to ease the tension that threatens to overwhelm your body. His eyes are filled with a warmth that reassures you when he pulls back to press another kiss against your forehead, “You can take it, Cyar'ika, I’ll go slow.”

Fives settles his hips between your parted thighs, hooking one of your legs over his waist to keep you open beneath him. Soft lips ghost over yours and you feel the head of his cock settle against your entrance.

“Are you ready?” His thumb brushes along your jaw, a loving reminder that it’s your best friend above you, the person you trust the most. The same man who you would stay up with late at night after every difficult battle, who you would always pick up an extra ration bar for, the man you were in love with. 

“Yes.” Your eyes slip closed as you press your lips back to his.

The initial pressure of his cock entering you gives way to a sharp pinch that causes you to suck in a sharp breath through your teeth. Despite all of Fives’s efforts to prepare you, the unfamiliar pain seizes your body in an uncomfortable grasp.

“Relax for me, Cyar'ika.” He murmurs the assurance against your mouth, forcing his own breathing to slow, unconsciously prompting you to calm down. A hand presses to the underside of your thigh, pushing it upwards as he rolls his hips into you, he’s only halfway inside and you try to force yourself to relax around his impressive girth.

“That’s my girl.” He groans into your neck as his hand drops from your thigh to drag precise circles around your tight clit. The added layer of stimulation makes you gush around the half of his length inside you, making it easier to take his cock, but he doesn’t push any deeper. Instead he rocks his hips in a shallow motion, allowing you to adjust to this size first.

“Shh, don’t worry, Mesh’la,” He strokes your hair, continuing to press soft kisses of assurance to your mouth as he works your clit in time with his shallow thrusts. “It’ll be easier once you cum with me inside you, then you’ll be more relaxed for me.”

Fives’ hips pick up their pace, but he still limits himself, expertly watching your body's reactions to his cock. He’s continuously ensuring he doesn't go too fast, too hard, too deep. It’s a balancing act, one he seems to be perfect at with the way he already has the beginnings of another orgasm taking grasp of your body.

“Fives!”

You’re grinding helplessly against him now, one hand on his tanned chest and the other grasping at the short hair on the back of his head. Between Fives’s whispered words of adoration in your ear, you can make out the wet noises as he thrusts inside you, each movement causing more of your wetness to drip between your joined bodies, smearing you both with your arousal.

You’re hooked onto his words like a lifeline as he guides you through the experience.

“Kriff-” He shakes his head as he takes in the sight of you cumming around his cock. But it’s not lust in his eyes, it’s something far more intense. “I promised I wouldn’t do this..” His voice is strained, like he’s trying to keep the words inside of him. 

Before you can even catch your breath fully to ask what he means, your world is spinning when he pulls you upwards, slotting himself underneath you so you can no longer try to read the emotions in his face. Your back is now pressed to his chest, his body supporting you to stay upright and he’s hooking his right hand under your knee, spreading you apart.

His chin rests on top of your head, the position allowing him a full view of your body as his cock enters your cunt from behind; it’s more than before, but still not the full length. Your right arm curls up around behind you to hold the back of Fives’ neck, needily pulling him closer in the moment as you writhe against his body.

“Look at that, Cyar'ika,”  You feel the rumble in his chest just as much as you hear it, and it draws your attention down to your joined bodies. He shifts slightly to support your head as you catch glimpses of his cock disappearing into your tight hole in a series of shallow, restrained thrusts. “Look how perfectly we fit together.”

His eyes remain locked on your body, the way your chest heaves and cunt tightens, dripping down his cock as you cum once more, you’re already losing count. From what you were always told by friends when you were in University, losing your virginity was supposed to be a far cry from this. In fact you don’t think a single one of your friends had cum when losing theirs, and yet here you were, the room almost spinning from the pleasure Fives had given you.

Fives chuckles at the blissful look on your face as he pulls his hand from your clit, allowing you to relax against his larger frame. “You are really something else, Cyar'ika.” He’s slower this time when he rolls you both over once more, cradling the back of your head as he rests you back onto the pillows. 

He resumes his original position above you, thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone. His eyes are full of adoration when he looks down at you, and there’s no trace of the painful stretch from earlier when he slides the full length of his cock inside you this time.

He’s been so focused on your pleasure that his own has been forgotten, but you see the evidence of it. He’s coated in a sheen of sweat that makes him appear like one of those glossy paintings in the art galleries on Coruscant. He’s an artwork, beautifully crafted, every muscle in his body coiled tight in restraint as his hips grind against yours. 

It’s your turn to touch him this time, to appreciate every bit of the vulnerability in his face as he presses his forehead against yours and you angle your face upwards to steal a kiss. A tortured moan escapes his lips as his thrusts only increase in speed, he’s clinging onto you like it’s his sole purpose.

“Where?” His breathing is ragged against your neck.

You make a confused noise in response and he curses something in Mando’a.

“Where do you want me to cum, Mesh’la, hm?”

You‘re speechless from the pleasure, but thankfully your body answers for you, already locking your legs around his hips to keep you joined together.

“Alright, Cyar'ika, inside it is.” There’s a soft rumble of amusement against your throat before his mouth finds yours again. One hand tangles in your hair while the other grips your hip, both of them seeking to drag you closer. You’re two stars colliding in the void of the universe, no longer orbiting each other, instead becoming one as your light drowns out all darkness around the pair of you.

His name is falling from your lips, cries of it suffocated against him when his tongue slips into your mouth. Fives empties himself inside you, his cock unloading a flood of warmth that already overspills, leaking from your cunt with every slow movement of his hips. He pulls back, an unreadable emotion in his eyes before he buries his face in your hair, distracting himself by stroking at your burning skin. You stay there as you both begin to calm, hearts beating in sync with one another as your bodies remain joined.

He’s breathing heavily in your ear, an affirmation that you haven’t died and ascended to some afterlife when he drags his hips away from yours, leaving you empty as he stands up. 

“Where are you going?” You hate yourself for sounding so needy, but with his cum leaking from between your thighs, how could you not. You knew it was common for men to leave straight after sex. You’ve caught some of the boys’ one night stands sneaking out barely ten minutes after they had been brought to the barracks, hair messy and clothes dishevelled. 

“Relax, sweetheart, I’m not leaving.” He winks at you before disappearing into the small fresher joined to your room. You hear the water running for what seems like far too long, before he returns with a warm washcloth.

“Gotta clean us up before we make a mess on the bed, I’m not falling asleep in a wet patch.” He settles back between your legs, whispering soothing praises as he cleans your combined fluids. He’s thorough, making sure there’s no trace of him left before he presses a kiss to your inner thigh and discards the cloth into your laundry basket.

“C’mere.” He settles down next to you, lifting an arm to allow you to curl up against him and he pulls the bed covers over your waists. “You did so well, sweetheart.” He presses a kiss to your forehead, basking in a moment neither of you want to end. It’s sweet, intimate, and perfect. 

Yet you can’t stop yourself from asking the question.

“What did you mean when you said you promised you wouldn’t do this?” 

He pauses, an awkward smile tugging at his lips, you’d never seen him nervous like this, a blush creeping into his cheeks that he can’t even blame on the sex. “Caught that did you?”

You nod, biting the inside of your cheek. Your cards were on the table, it’s only fair that his should be too.

“I suppose it’s only fair given that I didn’t let you get away with not drinking.” There’s a nervous edge to his laugh as he drags you closer to him, like he’s afraid you could disappear at any given moment.

“Do you remember the first time we played Sabbac, you kicked Rex’s ass, and I walked you back to your room?”

You nod slightly. The memory still plagued your thoughts on sleepless nights, it embedded itself in a playlist of embarrassing moments that liked to keep you awake. Yet, it also featured on the list of thoughts that had your legs twisted in the bed sheets as you imagine what would have happened if he did kiss you that night. 

“I wanted to kiss you, but I couldn’t.” He sighs regretfully, admitting the truth he had been fighting against all of the months since that night.

“I think you’d only been here for what - a month?” You feel his laugh against your cheek as it rumbles in his chest. “And I couldn’t get you out of my damn head, I even made Echo fake being sick once just so I had an excuse to come to the Medbay and talk to you.” You remembered, and now felt slightly bad for insisting you give Echo all those unnecessary virus and anti-nausea shots.

“I needed the excuses to see you, because if I didn’t, and I saw you without them, it’d mean something that I’d been avoiding.” He trails off, trying to find a way to put it into words, it wasn’t something he had ever been good at. But he would try, for you he would try.

“The rest of the boys found out because I called you my girlfriend once when Kix gave me some of the heavy stuff in those green syringes.” He laughs, shaking his head and your mind begins to put the pieces together, that’s why they teased him so often about it. “They all promised they wouldn’t tell you how I felt though - I wanted to be the one to tell you.”

He drags a hand down his face, his jaw tenses. “And then I got jealous when I saw that Sergeant from the 104th talking to you, how he had his hands on you,” He shakes his head, an irritated look playing on his face, both at the other trooper, and his own actions on that night. “Thought I blew my shot, and I tried to cover it the only way I knew how.”

Your mind recalls him and the Twi’lek making a beeline for the 79’s freshers, how just a month ago you ended up crying in the alleyway, it was like taking a blaster bolt to your chest. No amount of Bacta could fix the pain that night, but you had certainly tried to heal it with whiskey.

“But I didn’t do it, and it’s not like Echo said, not because I couldn't,” He pulls himself back from you, but continues to hold you, to keep you in the moment with him as he explains what happens, a regretful look on his face. “It’s because she wasn’t you, Cyare.”

He presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and your fingers trace over the tattoo again, just for a moment, just until he finds the strength inside of him; the strength to override his programmed instincts to be a loyal, unattached soldier and nothing more.

“I promised myself I wouldn’t…” Fives trails off, opening his eyes. He needs to see your reaction, whether it’s good or bad, he needs to know. “Fall in love with you.”

You wonder if this is what the Jedi feel with the force around them, but instead of the whole world, you just feel Fives. The warmth of his skin under your fingers, the certainty in his eyes, the utter devotion for you in his voice as he fights against every form of conditioning he’s received.

“Fives, you idiot…” His expression is concerned at first until he sees your teary eyes and beaming smile. “I love you too.”

You had loved him since the moment he kissed your knuckles on your first day in the Medbay, every interaction after that only strengthened the bond between you.

Fives smiles down at you, his quiet laughs tickle your skin with warm air as you’re lured back into his embrace. He laughs disbelievingly, shaking his head as he allows his body to press back against yours, a perfect fit.

“We have so much time to make up for, sweetheart.” 

You never want to lose this feeling, his lips marking your body, peppering reminders everywhere that you’re his, you have been since the moment that fateful order flashed up on your datapad. You’re anchored, attached, tethered to him - whatever word you want to give it, you’re his.

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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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[sleepingsun501]

Shared Experiences

(Part 1, Part 2 tbd)

Pairing: OFC Sellé x Fives x OMC Aergad

Summary: Fives takes the chance at a threesome and being shared.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (Minors DNI)

Warnings: Threesome F/M/M, smut, bisexuality, hand-job, established open relationship between OCs, dirty talk, praise.

Word Count: 3.2k

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A/N: MINORS GET OUT OF HERE!! Hello everybody, it's been a while since I wrote much of anything. Been working way too much for my own good with not enough time to be creative. This has been sitting in my wips forever, and there will be a Part 2 eventually. For now, I hope you enjoy Fives being the bi king he is!!

Shared Experiences

Fives was no stranger to what went on behind closed doors in the storage closets and refreshers of 79’s. More often than not, he was the one who would run off to a vacant space with a willing partner in tow, but tonight, he had been pulled into the darkness of a hallway by a gorgeous, feisty Twi’lek woman.

“Fucking hell, Sellé,” he moaned, gripping the plush of her hips as she nipped at his neck. With her bright reddish-orange skin under the singular overhead light, she was nearly luminous in the dim hall, but her gold eyes were dark with want.

Sellé trailed her lips across Fives’ neck and jaw as she pressed a hand against his codpiece, holding his back to the wall. Even beneath the plastoid, she could tell he was getting harder as he rutted into her palm and grinned down at her.

“Take me right here, soldier,” she whispered against his sweaty skin. “I don’t want to wait anymore. Watching you all night has been torture.”

Fives shifted down to scoop her up, his hands full of her perfect ass as he pushed her little black skirt up her hips. In just a few steps, he was pressing her against the back wall, trapping her in a cage of blue and white armor. 

She gasped as he pressed a thigh between her legs. The plastoid ridge put the most exquisite pressure on her sensitive folds and clit as he traced his tongue over the black ring piercing in the center of her bottom lip, begging for entrance. 

Before he could draw a breath, Sellé invaded first, licking into his mouth and capturing his lower lip in her sharp teeth to pull him closer. He let out a sultry growl at the slight pain, but ground his hardening cock against her belly, wishing she had unclipped his codpiece first.

“Come on, Fives…” she begged with a needy gasp, gyrating her hips as his armor rubbed against her rapidly dampening core.

He pulled a glove off, chuckling and nibbling at her ear cone playfully as he worked her black lace panties aside. His goatee scratched against the hot skin of her neck as he prodded her entrance, and the drag of her nails in his hair sent a shiver rocketing from the crown of his head to the base of his spine. Every little sound she made went straight to his cock, and he was eager to feel more of her wet heat on his fingers.

He explored her folds expertly as she hooked her leg around his hip, pulling him closer and proving her impatience. Fives had no problem fucking her right there if that was what she desired, but her breathy whimpers suddenly turned to a fit of giggles, causing him to pause.

“What’s so funny, baby? Did that tickle or something?” he asked, confused and pulling back to study her. He was no expert on Twi’lek anatomy, but he had never had much trouble pleasing a woman of any species before.

Sellé bit her kiss-swollen bottom lip, looking suddenly adorably shy and trying to hide her smirk as her seductive gaze flicked past him. “No, but… we seem to have caught my boyfriend’s attention.”

Fives’ eyes nearly bugged out of his skull, and his stomach felt as if it had dropped to the floor.

“Your what?!” he exclaimed, quickly setting her firmly on her feet and whirling around. Although he had never been truly picky about his partners, Fives was no homewrecker and detested the idea of cheating. “You didn’t tell me you were here with someone!”

From the lights pulsing brightly just beyond the entrance to the hallway, he could make out the shadow of a tall figure leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed.

The seconds seemed to drag by as the figure lazily pushed off the wall and drew closer with long, slow strides. He could tell it was not another clone from the way the man moved, but Fives felt the panic start to rise in his chest when he noticed a crown of small, spiked vestigial horns encircling the man’s head.

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. He’s a Zabrak.

Fives had two options: either he was going to have to very convincingly talk his way out of this predicament, or fight his way out. Even with his venerable skills as an ARC trooper, the last thing he wanted at the moment was a scrap with an angry man of a species known for their natural brute strength.

“Don’t stop just for me,” the man suddenly said with a low chuckle. “I like to watch her have fun.”

Fives’ wary eyes flicked between the two of them as the man stepped into the dim light. He was a bit taller than Fives, leaner with a gentle grace about him, and looked as though he had no intention of picking a fight. As if to prove it, the Zabrak smirked at them as he affectionately brushed Sellé’s high cheekbone with his knuckle.

“Oh, please,” she huffed, rolling her eyes and distractedly playing with the end of one of her lekku. “You like to do a lot more than that.”

“Wait a minute,” Fives said, holding up his hands and looking between the couple again. He needed more information. “You’re both okay with this?”

“Relax, Fives, Aergad isn’t going to hurt you,” she said reassuringly, placing a hand on his vambrace and nuzzling up to him. “I like being shared, too, you know. Would you be interested in something like that?”

Fives gave Aergad an inquisitive look, his forehead wrinkling in surprise, and the Zabrak nodded suggestively. 

The prospect of sharing a female partner, with someone other than Jesse for a change, had piqued Fives’ interest intensely. Although he was not entirely sure of the dynamic that existed between Sellé and Aergad, he was not about to pass up an opportunity to have a woman screaming with pleasure if she wanted him. Taking a quick, steadying breath, he made up his mind.

“I-I… uh… I wasn’t expecting this,” Fives’ stammered, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck as an involuntary grin spread across his face, “but y-yeah, I’m game.”

Nearly giddy with excitement, Sellé stretched up on her tiptoes to kiss Fives’ scruffy cheek and began pulling him back out of the hallway. Aergad wore a cocky smile as he clapped him on the shoulder good-naturedly as he passed, following on their heels.

The crammed cab ride to their apartment was thankfully short. If it had been any longer, Fives would have pushed up Sellé’s tight skirt again and had her cockwarm him because she would not quit wiggling in his lap. The warm, sugary vanilla scent of her skin was intoxicating, and he particularly enjoyed the way she would dig her nails into his neck every time he gave her ass a squeeze.

“Easy, Sel,” Aergad said, playfully admonishing her. “I doubt he wants to cum in his armor.”

“He’s right, sweetness. I’d prefer to cum in you,” Fives muttered, kissing the little black, diamond-patterned tattoo resting at the base of her throat. As she ground her hips down into his lap again and giggled her approval, he hazarded a glance back at Aergad, realizing they had not yet discussed any ground rules. “That okay with you?”

Aergad’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and he gave Fives a sexy wink while he unabashedly readjusted himself in his pants, watching Sellé squirm with delight.

“If I’m okay with it, he’s okay with it, handsome. It’s safe for you to cum in me all you want. Let’s talk more about this inside, though. We’re here,” she said, scooting off Fives’ lap and out of the cab.

As he followed them into the turbolift to their upscale apartment, Fives found it a bit odd that Aergad was so willing to let his girlfriend so lewdly seduce and fondle another man right in front of him—a complete stranger, no less. However, he conceded that unless they had anything other than a healthy open relationship, he would have been grappling on the sticky floor of 79’s.

Sellé practically dragged them both down the hall and shoved them inside the apartment when they got to their floor, and promptly asked Fives to help unlace the back of her corseted top. With such an edgy beauty proudly shedding her clothing for him, it was extremely difficult for Fives to take his eyes off of her.

She let the corset fall to the floor, revealing more diamond-patterned tattoos flowing along the curves of her back, and shivered as Fives traced them with gentle caresses of his fingertips. He pulled her close as his hands wrapped around her waist with her tattoos, kissing her neck and giving her waist an affectionate squeeze.

“Get that armor off, soldier,” she sighed as his hands came up to cup her full breasts. “I’ll be right back.”

Fives released her and watched hungrily as she scurried off down a hallway. But out of the corner of his vision, he could not help but notice the way Aergad’s violet eyes were drinking him in with a look of barely-contained lust. 

He could not deny just how attractive the Zabrak was as he recognized that look, and it made his half-hard cock twitch as he began placing his armor in a neat pile next to the discarded corset.

Aergad’s angular face was covered in smooth, light tan skin marked with sweeping, symmetrical linework tattoos of a darker shade, and his striking eyes were stoking that ember into a flame in Fives’ gut. The tight fit of his clothes also left little of his lean physique to the imagination, and if he said the word, Fives would have been on his knees in a second.

After finally plucking up the courage and stripping down to nothing but his briefs, Fives turned to face his admirer and asked, “Like what you see?”

Aergad gracefully pushed off the table he had been resting on and slowly circled him, trailing his fingers across Fives’ burning skin. Fives felt his cheeks darken, and he shuddered pleasantly at the taller man’s light touch.

“I think you’re absolutely gorgeous,” he mumbled, his hands settling on either side of Fives’ neck as they came face to face. “I’d love to fuck you.”

Fives blinked in surprise and swallowed nervously. “Oh, I thought you might want me to do that,” he chuckled bashfully, briefly locking eyes with him before averting his gaze again.

Shrugging, Aergad caressed Fives’ pulse points gently. “Either way works for me. Sel’s only into males, but I like to keep options very open.”

He did not quite know what Aergad had meant by that, but he had a good feeling he would soon find out—a prospect that thrilled him more than he expected. He was suddenly overcome with the need to kiss the beautiful man in front of him, but instead settled for resting his hands against Aergad’s trim waist. 

The rush of nerves must have made Fives’ heartbeat quicken because Aergad quickly shifted his hands to Fives’ chest to steady him. 

“Hey, now,” he said soothingly, “it’s okay if you don’t want me. You get to decide, since you’re our guest. If you only want Sellé tonight, that’s fine. I’m… I’m sorry if I’ve come on too strong.”

“No! No, you didn’t. I-it’s fine, really. I just…” Fives found himself gripping one of the man’s slender, but sturdy wrists, soaking in the warmth of his palms and searching for the right words. “I’ve been with men before, but I’ve only been a top. You’re the first who’s ever said he wanted to fuck me.”

“We can share you, too, you know,” Sellé said quietly, reentering the room. Her slender arms encircled Fives’ waist, and she pressed her lips into his shoulder blade. “There’s no pressure at all. If you want to stop now, if you need some time, it’s all right. Whatever you want, Fives, you can have it.”

“I… uh… I’m not sure,” Fives replied, reaching down and holding onto one of her arms as well. “Never been given so many choices before… with anything.”

Being sandwiched between them was starting to become overwhelming in the best way possible. He was already so hard from the knowledge of both of them wanting him, and the warmth and feel of their bodies were keeping him grounded as his curiosity burned hot for the first time in a long time.

“Aergad?” Fives finally asked, swallowing nervously. “Kiss me?”

Aergad smiled brightly for a brief second before cupping Fives’ face in his hands and bringing their lips together. 

Something deep and primal sparked in Fives’ brain as Aergad’s lips slotted with his own. He breathed in sharply and leaned into the kiss, but he let Aergad control it. The Zabrak’s lips were thin, but both tender and firm at the same time as they moved against his. Though it only lasted a few seconds, Fives could feel the desire rocketing through him. He could barely hold back the urge to chase him when Aergad pulled away.

“I think I’d like it if you shared me,” Fives confessed, left breathless and dizzy from the kiss.

With a pleased smile, Sellé came around to his front and took his hands, guiding him to their bedroom.

Fives had barely noticed before, but the whole apartment was incredibly spacious and finely decorated, and the bedroom was no exception. Later he would wonder what they did to afford such a place, but he kept his eyes mostly on Sellé, loving the way her bare, luscious body jiggled slightly with every step. 

However, the oversized bed draped in nothing but plush white blankets and pillows was difficult to ignore. As she sat him down on the bed and crawled behind him, Fives was certain he had never felt a softer bed in his life.

“Wh-what should I be doing?” Fives asked uncertainly.

Aergad quickly stripped off his vest, revealing his athletically lithe torso and even more sweeping tattoos. He came to kneel between Fives’ parted knees, resting reassuring hands on his thighs. “Tell you what, since you’re new at this, we’re going to take this very slowly. Have you ever used toys on yourself before?”

His voice was like rich velvet, and Fives once again felt the excitement bubble in his stomach at the sight of the bulge visible through Aergad’s pants. “Yeah. A plug… just a few times, but nothing fancy.”

“Perfect, I have a few I can use on you first to warm you up. That okay?”

Fives nodded, struggling to control the arousal coursing through him from his core to the tips of his fingers and toes.

“Go get comfortable with Sel first,” Aergad murmured, stroking Fives’ cheek. “I’ll get everything prepped.”

As he strode off into another room, Sellé pulled Fives further onto the heavenly bed. She waited for him to settle into the cloudy pillows before straddling him and grinding delicately over his still-clothed cock, smiling at his contented groan.

“Fuck, you’re kriffing hot,” Fives hissed, eagerly running his hands up her body and bucking into her gently. It was also the first time he noticed the barbell piercings in each of her nipples, and he gently thumbed one to tease her, delighting in her little moan. “I still wanna cum in you before the night’s over.”

Sellé giggled, kissing the tip of his nose and leaning into his touches on her breasts. “That can be arranged. But first, some ground rules. In this room, we use the color system, and ‘red’ and ‘no’ mean we stop immediately. I may look kinky, but I’m not into anything non-consensual. Neither is Aergad. Do you understand?”

Fives nodded seriously. “Yes, I do.” Just from her tone, he could tell he was in experienced hands in a very safe space. Nothing would happen without him wanting it to, and it helped him relax further.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, either. This is going to be new for you, and Aergad and I have done this before, so if we see you slipping, we’ll stop and check in. Understand?”

“Yes,” Fives replied again. Her gold eyes were just as fierce as they were affectionate, and he felt himself wanting to melt beneath her from the fire coursing through his veins. If it had just been the two of them, he imagined he would have already made her cum on his tongue, and that desire to do just that quickly cemented itself in his mind.

A heartbeat later, Aergad reentered holding a small container full of various toys, lube, gloves, and bio-sheaths.

“All set?” he asked, kneeling beside them and lovingly petting down the full length of Sellé’s lek to make her shudder pleasantly.

As both Sellé and Fives replied affirmatively, Sellé shifted further up onto Fives’ abdomen, covering his hands with hers as they continued playing with her breasts and piercings. She began grinding her aching clit against the curls disappearing into his waistband, searching for the delicious friction between them.

Sliding up against Fives’ side, Aergad began slowly pressing a hand up his muscular thigh and teasing the edge of his briefs, pulling them down just enough to reveal the swollen tip of Fives’ already weeping cock.

“I’ll use my hands first, then we’ll work up to toys,” Aergad whispered against Fives’ shoulder, kissing his bronzed skin as tenderly as his words. “I promise I’ll be slow.”

Fives nodded fervently in agreement and gripped Sellé more firmly above him. “Need one of you to touch me. Please… touch me,” he gasped, barely able to believe how desperately he desired them both.

Fives thrust involuntarily into Aergad’s hand as the Zabrak pulled his underwear out of the way and grasped his cock, and his moan sounded wanton to his own ears. The callouses on his palm were a bit rough, but it was nothing compared to the relief of the pressure and warmth. As he looked at the man beside him, he was once again captivated by his violet eyes.

“You have a beautiful cock, Fives,” Aergad praised, his mouth watering at the sight of it. He released him to thoroughly lick his palm and adjust his grip before stroking him even more firmly. “So thick and hard. Look at him, Sel.”

Sellé twisted around and grasped Fives’ length behind her, joining her grip with Aergad’s. “Oh, he’s gorgeous,” she praised, deliberately pressing hard against the prominent, pulsing vein running up the underside. “Can’t wait to have you inside me and stretching me out, soldier.”

“F-feels good… so good,” Fives groaned, his every nerve tingling with need at their words. “Want… I-I want…”

“It’s okay, don’t be shy,” she said softly, slowing her movements to lean forward again and take Fives’ face in her delicate hands. “Tell us what you want.”

Fives could hear his heart hammering in his ears, but he gripped her thighs and pulled her up with surprising strength. “I want you to sit on my face,” he growled, once again finding his confidence and dying to taste her.

As soon as she shifted up onto her knees and straddled his head, Fives pulled her down and began devouring her like a man starved. He felt his cock twitch hard in Aergad’s grasp as Sellé let out the sweetest gasp of pleasure, and he knew he was in for the night of his life.

TBC

Part 2

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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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[kometqh]

Just a little snippet of a fanfic I’ll be posting within the next two days🫣 turns out it’s going to be a 3-4 parter as I’m incapable of writing 2 part stories :) (it’s gonna get angsty before it gets smutty)

It’s a Rex x reader x fives because they’re my baby girls <3

It still needs to be edited (for the 50th time) but it will be out soon !!

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He moved the strand away, gently tucking it behind your ear, as best as it would go anyway.

"You're gorgeous, cyar'ika." His words came out as a whispered prayer, his gaze so tender and loving and devoted as he caressed your cheek with his knuckles.

It was as if your brain short-circuited again; your mouth parted, your eyes widened just the slightest, and your heartbeat was now racing a thousand miles per hour. Your breath was caught in your throat, and your mouth suddenly felt dry. Was this normal? Were you panicking or were you blushing? Were you going crazy? What was happening?

"F- Fives..." You whispered, your grip on his chest tightening. You never expected those words to come from him, or anyone at all. They weren't meant for you. But if so, why did they make you so happy? So ecstatic and why did he make you swoon so hard?

He leaned his face a tad closer, just enough for you to feel his breath fanning over your lips.

You could feel his warmth, it was comparable to the sun itself. It rode in your veins, searing into every nook and cranny of your being, it had your blood bubbling up in excitement the longer he looked at you. You were just a small planet orbiting his sun, being pulled in closer and closer until all you could feel was the heat and the burn of him.

His tongue darted out to lick at his bottom lip, ridding it of dryness and discomfort.

But that small action had you going wild, absolutely wild. Feral, even. In that split moment, your gaze flickered to his lips, eagerly watching the muscle before it flickered back, his eyes watching you intently.

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[ariadnes-red-thread]

Aria!! For your follower celebration…

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.”

And/or

21. “Don’t hold back.”

for Fives 😏

Congratulations babes!! You deserve it!! 🥳🥳

ERIN, MY LOVE!! This ask has CONSUMED me for the last three weeks. Life has been so busy, and I'm sorry it took so long (and I'm sorry to everyone who is still waiting on their asks. THEY WILL HAPPEN, I SWEAR). But I've been working on it, slowly, in every free moment because Fives + those words are EVERYTHING to me. Thank you so much for always being such a lovely friend and supporter. I'm so lucky to have met you here. Hope you enjoy this smutty mess 😏

Pairing: Fives x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warning: NSFT *MINORS DNI*, Explicit sexual content, established relationship, Fingering, Oral Sex (female receiving), PiV sex, Soft Dom!Fives if you squint

The hotel room was… luxurious. There was no other word for it. To start, a floor to ceiling window looked out over the rooftops of Coruscant. The moons dazzling in the windows, lit the rest of the bedchamber in a silvery glow and splashed like glittered paint against the dark oak of the other three walls. All other light came from a single, moody chandelier that hung low enough from the vaulted ceiling that it seemed to be dangling from the darkness itself. Pushed up against the wall opposite the window, and occupying most of the room, was a large, round bed, easily bigger than anything you’d ever slept on and likely bigger than your tiny closet of a room on the Venator. It was covered with a plush dark gray duvet and several light gray satin pillows. A full bar was tucked into the dark wood beside the bed, stocked with fine bottles of Corwellian whiskey and Naboo wine, which the kind twi’lek working the front desk of the hotel had informed you were complimentary.

You couldn’t imagine how much Padme had paid for this room and it turned your stomach a little just to consider as you took in all of the fine details. The stay was a gift, she had whispered to you as she pressed the key into your hand during a tight hug after you and her husband had debriefed the Senate on your latest battle. It was a thank you, she quickly and quietly explained, for looking out for Anakin once again. There was also the unspoken connection of shared secrets. You knew she felt for you and Fives. Unlike her and Anakin, with her senatorial suite, you had no refuge, no where for you to relax. It was always stolen moments in dark corners. Still, the cost of it all twisted at you and you frowned, wishing she hadn’t gone through the trouble until your eyes landed on Fives’ face. Then, you realized you would have paid the price yourself, however many credits it was, without even thinking.

The clone stood at the window, his dark eyes glittering in the moonbeam that fell across his face. A soft smile lay on his lips and he stared out over the skyline of the city in silence. From here, the penthouse of one of the tallest buildings on the planet, the neon of the city below twinkled like colorful stars in a far-away galaxy.

You quickly crossed the room to him, wrapping your arms around his core and hugging him from behind as you stood on your toes to peer over his shoulder and share the striking view.

“I’ve never seen it like this.” Fives finally spoke. “Always lookin’ through my HUD or hanging out the side of a gunship or too busy to even look. It’s… almost peaceful.”

You dropped your gaze and pressed a kiss against the warm skin of his neck. The smell of blaster plasma struck you. It wasn’t overpowering but it was a sharp contrast to the woody perfumed scent of the room. It shouldn’t have been surprising. You came here straight from the briefing, throwing on civilian clothes and stuffing your Jedi robes into your satchel in a remote bathroom far away from the more busy halls of the Senate before you rushed to meet Fives in one of your designated, rotating meeting spots. He appeared as you did, out of breath and in wrinkled civilian clothes. While the change of clothes may have helped hide your identities, it did little to free either of you from the grime of the battlefield that still clung to your skin.

You squeezed your boyfriend tightly around the waist before you let go. Turning back towards the room, you spotted an unexplored door near the bed that whispered promises of a bathroom and perhaps even a shower.

Before you could move, Fives’ form spun and out of the corner of your eye, you watched as he dove from his spot by the window into the bed. He let out a revenant groan at the lux mattress as he sunk into its forgiving embrace.

“We’re never leaving here.” He declared. “Tell Padme we’re moving in.”

“I’ll let her know.” You chuckled at the ARC trooper.

Fives rolled onto his side, found your eyes, and patted the duvet next to him. It’s soft surface invitingly gave way under his hand.

“Now come here, mesh’la.” His words were playful, but you could hear promises in the low timbre of his voice.

You wanted nothing more than to have him make good on those unspoken pledges, but the smell of blaster plasma still haunted you.

“I’m going to shower.” You sighed, flashing a sad smile at your boyfriend.

Fives groaned, his head flopping back onto one of the pillows as his face scrunched into a pout.

“You could always join me.”

You smirked at Fives just long enough to watch him lift himself up, and his jaw drop open. Then, with a teasing saunter towards the bathroom, you turned your back to him as you pulled your shirt over your head and cast it aside You waited until you opened the door before you paused for just a moment. Reaching up to the clasp of your bra, you glanced over your shoulder. Fives was sitting up in bed, his spine straight, jaw still hanging, and a dark hunger in his eye. With a wink and a flick of your wrist, you let you bra fall to the floor and pulled the door shut b behind you.

The bathroom was as stunning as the bedroom. White tile and marble covered almost every surface. Two panes of glass - true glass, not transparisteel - encased a corner of the room for the shower. The other two walls and the floor of the shower were dark, semi-polished stone. It was a real water shower, with one head that hung off the wall and another that came down in the middle of the shower. When you swung open the glass door and turned the water on, it cascaded from the ceiling like rain.

You heard the door open. Fives was already behind you and, from the sound of rustle of fabric, quickly shedding his clothing. 

His chest pressed against your back, bringing a heat that sent a warmth pooling through your body. His hands gilded around your waist and down the soft skin of your stomach. As his lips found your neck, he unbuttoned the clasp of your pants and let them drop to your ankles, pushing your panties down along with pants.

Fives carefully spun you towards him and you stepped out of the last fabric, kicking them aside. You grinned up at him, expecting your playful boyfriend to be grinning back. Instead, Fives stared down at you with an uncharacteristically faraway look.

“You okay?” You reached up, a palm coming to his cheek.

Fives leaned into your touch as he gave a small nod.

“Just…” His eyes quickly snapped to focus on you. “...feeling lucky.”

You gently tilted his face to you and pressed a soft kiss on his brow

“Me too.” You murmured against his skin before you tugged him, stepping backwards over the lip of the shower. “Now, come on.”

You pulled Fives under the rain of the center head, letting the warm liquid run down your bodies. His lips found yours in a bruising kiss. His tongue entered your mouth, intertwining and dancing with yours. The water fell over your skin like a chant, reinvigorating your battle-tired body. You both began to awaken, your hands moving slowly over each other’s bodies, exploring the lines you know so well.

Breaking the kiss, you reached for the one of the crystal bottles that sat on the small recessed shelf. Glancing at the labels, you found the hotel’s body wash and emptied a third of the bottle into your hands. You brought your hands to Fives’ wide chest while you created a small lather. You let your palms dance across his body, tracing old scars, trailing along taut muscles, rubbing away the remnants of battle, and, as you trailed your way behind him, massaging the stress from his hard-working limbs. He let out a soft moan at your touch.

“Feels so good, cyare.” Fives muttered, his back to you as you worked a knot in his shoulder. “You’re spoiling me.”

“Not yet,” you promised.

Your hands wrapped around his waist, ghosted down over the ribbed muscles of his stomach and finally found his half-hard member. Fives shuddered as you took him in hand, bucking at your touch. You ran your thumb in slow circles around his tip as you slid your other hand down towards his base.

He leaned back into you with a sigh as his head fell towards his chest, not enough to where you were supporting him but enough to where you knew the havoc that you were wreaking on him. You squeezed gently as you worked him, feeling him throb and pulse under your hand as his cock hardened and leaked. 

“That’s enough,” Fives finally hissed through gritted teeth as he firmly wrapped his hands around your wrists and tugged you away from his cock. “My turn.”

Not letting go of your wrists, he spun towards you, crossing your arms over and leaving you at his mercy. He passed your left wrist into his left hand, holding both your arms in his grip. You looked up at the wrecked look on his face and knew he was holding you for his own protection. He wanted this to last and you had brought him to the brink. Fives reach for the soap on its tiny polished perch. Unscrewing the top off with his teeth, he drizzled another third off the bottle over your shoulders and down your chest. Then he pulled you towards him before he released your hands. 

His wide, usually rough palms were soft from the  water. He pressed them into you, using the soap and the warm liquid to pull the tiredness from your muscles, releasing the stress and ache from your body. His hands reached over you to run down your spine, and then back up and over your shoulders, where he traced his way down your chest. With his long and wide pointer finger, he began to draw small circles along your breast, stopping on to tease your nipple with his knuckle. After the flesh raised underneath his touch, he caught it between his knuckle and his thumb, tugging at your nipple just enough so that it pinched in the sweetest way. Fives chewed on his lip as he watched you sigh and gasp under his ministrations, never breaking eye contact, holding your dark pupils with his blown ones.

His hand finally foraged on, tracing its way through the droplets that ran down your skin. After drawing a line down the etching of your hip, Fives spread his first two fingers and ran them gently along the outside of your lower lips. A small squeak escaped you at his teasing.

“Easy, mesh’la.” Fives flashed a wicked smile. “You’ll get what you need.”

His hands found your hips and he pressed you into the back wall before he fell to his knees. Emerging from the stream of the shower and the touch of the cool stone was a sharp contrast to the warm water and the heat of Fives. Goosebumps spread over your skin at the change and in anticipation. Fives grinned up at you from his knees one more time before he pressed his swollen lips to your hip. He laid one delicate kiss after another along your inner thigh as he moved closer and closer to your aching core. Finally, his tongue found its way between your lips and he circled around your delicate bundle of nerves. You canted your hips at the feeling. He replied with a strong palm to your belly, holding you in place while he dove into your center. Fives lapped wave after wave, his tongue dancing along your lips, delving into your depths, and drawing rapturous designs into your most sensitive skin.

“Fives,” you mumbled his name in between punched-out words of praise. “Feels so-so good.”

Your hand found purchase in his thick curls and he let out a small moan against you as you tugged, reverberating your core. Fives was never shy about his love of praise or how he liked it when you pulled his hair. Two thick fingers ran through your folds, collecting slick. He paused his ministrations for a moment as he sat back on his heel. Fives brought the finger ups to his mouth and gilded them between his lips. Slack-jawed at the gorgeous sight, you still found yourself lightly thrusting into the air, searching for friction as the sudden lack of attention drove you a little mad.

Fives looked up, catching your eye with his wide grin as he pulled the glistening thick fingers form his mouth. The water rained down on him but he still held your stare.

“So sweet,” Fives huffed. “I could drown in your pussy.”

Before you could say anything, his two fingers slid home. You let out a groan at the sudden but needed intrusion. He slowly teased you open, hooking his fingers to find your sweet spongy spot, and then spreading them to prepare you with a promise of more. Each movement brought heat and electricity to your most sensitive spots and you felt a warmth began to collect in the pit of your stomach.

Fives hooked his fingers again as his mouth found your bud, sucking it between his teeth and teasing it with his tongue. You let out a cry as white began to cloud your vision. You trembled at the edge when, suddenly, Fives pulled his fingers from you.

You wobbled as you let out a wordless cry of protest.

“Please,” You pleaded as you found his eyes again, grinning up at you once more. “Please, Fives.”

He climbed to his feet, chuckling to himself. He pressed a kiss to your nose, an annoying gesture considering how close you had been. When your face twisted into a pout, Fives let out a deep laugh.

“I only want you cumming around my cock tonight, cyare.”

With that, Fives caged you into the stone. He lifted up your leg, hooking it around his hip. Taking himself in his hand, Fives slotted against your entrance. You bit your lip, your frustration forgotten, and you raised your hand to your mouth in anticipation of muffling the pleasure to come.

At the movement, Fives looked up from where your bodies were about to join to your face. He gently pulled the hand you had clasped over your lips from your mouth.

“Don’t hold back.” He gave you a sideways smile before he kissed your palm.

“Fives-” You started to protest.

“No one else is here, mesh’la,” Fives’ voice slipped into the low cantor he got whenever he gave an order. “No vod, no crew, no Jedi, and I want to hear every sound you make.”

Fives reached for your other hand, lifting both arms above your head and pressing them into the stone. The slick, smooth surface on your spine made you shiver again but the warmth of your body quickly won out. The electric feeling stayed though as you felt Fives’ thick head enter you. He let out a long breath as he slowly slid home, opening you up. A hooked, pitched moan left you at the beautiful stretch. Fives’ face fell as he brought his hips flush to yours. He stilled his lower half to let you adjust to his size. For all of his preparations, it was always still a stretch. Foreheads pressed together, you both let out shaky exhales. Fives’ chest heaved as he held himself back. He dropped his head further to pepper kisses along your neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive flesh. His hands flexed against the stone, still holding your wrists in place, every bit of him moving except his hips as he waited for you to be ready.

“Okay, okay.” You finally began to rock your own hips against him. “More, please.”

“Anything for you, cyare.” 

His reply was low and stilted control, seeing through every syllable. He began to rock into you, slow and steady, pulling moan after moan out of you with every movement of his hips.

“That’s right, mesh’la. Louder, let me hear you.” The words were jutted and breathy against your neck. “Don’t you dare hold back.”

You didn’t. You let him hear everything he never got to hear. You babbled in throaty wanton tones while his length reached into you and pulled out notes that you didn’t know you could sing. You’d never been able to be with him like this, carefree and all  ot yourself. It was always hushed and hurried. It was only ever quiet kisses and gasps smothered into palms and shoulders as you both tried not to get caught. Now, you could let him hear every ounce of pleasure he pulled from you, every new centimeter he discovered as you opened up to him. He let go of your wrists, wrapping around your back. Your hands fell to his neck, scrambling both for steadiness and to pull him closer as you melted into his arms.

Then, Fives stilled. Before you could wonder, he pulled himself out, lowered your leg, and spun you to face the wall. You threw your hands out to brace yourself on the stone’s surface, moving in tandem with him like you were still on the battlefield. He entered you again, deeper even than before. One hand came to your chest, holding you against him, while the other snaked its way down your center, finding your swollen mound. Every thrust keened you further up into his chest until the line where you ended and Fives began started to blur. Water flowed over him down onto you in a perfect river, winding but endless. His lips found your neck again where he pressed hard, sloppy kisses and murmured words that you could barely hear over your own sinful moans and sobs. Fives took your earlobe into his teeth, biting down as he let out a warm breath. Your whole body began to shake as he pressed rhythmic circles into your center while he fucked you furiously. With a final cry of his name, you came.

Fives’ hips staccatoed as he chased his own high. A warmth  flooded you as he finished, collapsing into your back while still holding you up on weak legs. Quickly he straightened, pulling you up with him, and gathering you into his chest. Soft kisses were bestrewn over your skin. You dazed in his arms as he washed you another time, cleaning your lower half.

You let Fives turn off the shower and wrap you in a lush, white towel before he guided you to bed. Climbing in behind you, he pulled you into his broad chest and wrapped you up in his arms. Your eyes began to flutter as weariness overtook you. You could feel Fives’ breath become rhythmic against your shoulder as you drifted into your own dreams. There, under the loving gaze of the moons, you both found peace.

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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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[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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[skywlker-sluvtt]

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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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[sleepingsun501]

Let Them Hear

Paring(s): Fives x F!Reader

Summary: Fives prevented Order 66, married you, and happily retired on Naboo with the 501st, and you think he might want to start a family of his own.

Rating: Explicit 18+

Warnings: Contains SMUT 18+, established relationship, married life, domestic fluff, breeding/breeding kink (kinda), pregnancy mentions, accidental voyeurism, some plot, lots of dirty talk, oral sex, PiV sex (wrap it up).

Word Count: 2.7k

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A/N: MINORS GET OUT OF HERE!! My first time writing Fives! I hope you all enjoy it! Also, thank you so much to @rexxdjarin for letting me borrow her OC: Mari Vontas for this. Reblogs are always appreciated!

Let Them Hear

The cool breeze blew in gently through the large open window as you arranged your freshly laundered blankets on your bed, and you could smell the water and the sun in the brightness of the afternoon. Picturesque did not even begin to describe it, and you paused to listen to the chirping of the birds.

You still could not quite believe this little slice of heaven was yours and your husband’s to enjoy. Well, yours and a few dozen of his closest brothers, anyway. You could just spy the corner of Jesse’s house across the large lake, and Rex’s not far to the right of that.

It had been nearly a year since the war had ended, and the clones had finally been given the rights they deserved. Your heart had leapt with joy as you and thousands of others had stood outside the Senate Dome on Coruscant when the announcement was made. The crowd had been a mingled mixture of both clones and their significant others, and with the clones finally recognized as full Republic citizens and the war being over, marriage was finally a real possibility.

Fives had not waited even a few seconds before dropping to one knee and proposing to you right there, and you had immediately said yes. He had known for a long time that you were the one for him, and after revealing the Chancellor’s plot and almost losing you forever, there was no way he was going to waste any more time.

Now, you and Fives—and the majority of the 501st— were happily settled on a generous expanse of land in Naboo’s sprawling lake country. Senator Amidala had graciously requisitioned it for the 501st, allowing the men that had served under her husband’s command to finally retire and heal from the trauma of the war.

You were about done making your bed when you heard the front door to your new house open and close.

“Cyar’ika?” you heard Fives call. “Where are you, love?”

“In here!” you called back.

A few moments later, he poked his head into your room. “Hey, baby. They didn’t have any of those little purple root vegetables,” he explained, giving you a kiss, “but I’ll finish building the garden boxes tomorrow and we can plant them ourselves.”

You smirked at him and giggled. “You mean Echo will finish the garden boxes and I’ll plant them tomorrow.”

Echo was a frequent visitor to your new home, and you had started joking about building a bridge to connect your houses as he now lived on the plot next to yours. But you also knew how much it meant to both him and Fives that they were living close to each other. After Echo had been rescued from the Techno Union on Skako Minor, the twins had been inseparable.

“Hey now,” he said teasingly, “I can build stuff, too.”

“Mmm-mmm,” you hummed negatively. “Echo said you’re not allowed to touch the power tools after what happened to our table.”

He came up behind you as you smoothed out the blankets one more time and wrapped his burly arms around your waist. You sighed happily as you felt the warmth of his muscular body against your back, and you relaxed into his hold.

“Not my fault my ruler was wrong,” he pouted into your neck, his goatee tickling you, and he rumbled with quiet laughter as he inhaled the sweet scent of your hair. “Oh, I saw Rex and Mari while I was at the market, too,” he added. “They said to tell you hello for them, and Kai’s already starting to walk a little. I can’t believe how fast he’s growing up.”

You smiled at the thought of Rex and Mari finally having the chance to settle down, especially with a baby. Mari’s little apartment on Coruscant had been so cramped after Kai was born, and now the boy had a whole lake surrounded by uncles to call home.

Fives had been over the moon when they had asked him to be Kai’s godfather, and you knew he loved that little boy with every fiber of his being. But it also made you wonder lately if Fives might be ready for a little one of his own with how often he wanted to be around Kai.

Fives nuzzled you again as he continued hugging you, taking another deep breath. “Whatever you’ve got cooking smells good. It’s making me hungry.”

“Just roasted nuna,” you replied. “You’ll have to wait a bit, though. It’ll be ready in an hour.”

“A whole hour?” he asked, starting to nibble on the skin just below your earlobe. “What could we possibly do for a whole hour while we wait?”

You already knew what he wanted, and you would be remiss to not admit you had been thinking the same thing. The feeling of his large hands running over your abdomen and his hot breath on your neck had your underwear soaked, so you pushed the plush of your ass back against him and felt him growing harder.

“You’re so perfect, cyar’ika,” he whispered against your ear, rocking his hips forward. One of his hands snaked down under the waistband of your pants while the other found its way under the hem of your shirt. “Love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Fives,” you said breathily, and you gasped as his dexterous fingers found your aching clit. He barely moved, making you groan for more, and your hand flew up to cover his as he gently thumbed your nipple. “You make me feel so good.”

“Oh, I know, baby. I’m about to ruin this bed you’ve just made up, too.”

“I don’t care. I’ll remake it later,” you whined. You rocked your hips against his hand, ready to chase the pleasure you know he could give you, and you could feel his cock digging into your lower back. “Please, Fives. Please, I need you.”

“Begging for me already?” he teased, pinching your nipple this time and making you whimper. “This morning wasn’t enough for you, huh?” Shaking your head rapidly, he kicked your legs wider and plunged his hand deeper between them, coating his fingers in the wetness pooling in your underwear. Groaning happily, he explored your folds with his hand. “My beautiful wife, so eager for more.”

“Eager for you, riduur,” you sighed, knowing the Mando’a word would be his downfall. He loved it when you called him that—a reminder that he was finally yours and you were his.

Fives retracted both of his hands and spun you around in his arms, swiftly lifting your shirt over your head before crashing his lips to yours with blinding intensity. You whined into his mouth as you fumbled with the fastenings of his new civvies, and he walked you back to let you fall on the pristinely made bed. Yanking your bottoms off, he started pressing open-mouthed kisses and licks to your inner thighs.

Your core clenched from his teasing, wanting nothing more than his fingers or his thick cock to relieve the growing ache that had been steadily building within you. “Please, don’t make me wait anymore, Fives.”

“Fuck, I love the way you beg, baby,” he breathed, running his hands over your waist. “I wanna hear all those pretty sounds you make.” He lifted your hips and licked a long stripe through your dripping cunt, latching onto your clit and suckling gently.

You could not help the pleasured cry that escaped you as he switched between your clit and circling your opening with his tongue, lapping up every drop of your tangy arousal.

“Taste so kriffing good, cyar’ika. So sweet,” he said, briefly coming up for air. He hummed into you as you threaded your fingers into his curls, and he slipped two fingers into you and scissored them, listening to the lewd squelch of your walls.

“Aghhh… Maker… Fives, d-don’t stop. Please, baby, don’t stop,” you mewled, arching your back and feeling the delicious pressure grow in your core. You were twitching around his fingers as he licked at your clit again, and he started stroking deeper. He plunged his fingers in until his knuckles were coated in your slick and curled them hard against the spongey spot within you that made your vision start to blank. It had you on the precipice, clenching hard again, but he would not let you take the plunge yet.

“Ooh, I felt that,” Fives said through a cheeky grin. “You want me to let you cum? You’re right there, aren’t you?”

You could only let out a pitiful sobbing sound as you valiantly tried to shift your hips in his iron grip. You were ready to explode if he kept it up any longer.

“Oh, I know,” he sighed, eating up your desperation. “Want you to cum all over my face before I give you my cock, my love. Come on, baby, you can do it.”

“Fives!” you cried out, both a plea and a demand. Fisting the tussled blankets for whatever support they could give you, you managed to arch your back again and push yourself onto his hand. He pressed down hard on your stomach, right above his fingers, adding even more pressure to your already tightly wound core.

“Cum for me, pretty girl. That’s it, let go. I’ve got you,” he growled as you met his darkened, gold-flecked eyes.

You rocketed over the edge, and he dove between your legs again to catch your release. It felt so good that you keened with relief, and you could feel him moaning into your cunt to draw out your orgasm even more.

Before the pleasure had stopped flowing through your limbs, Fives grabbed a corner of the blanket to dry his face. He kissed his way up your trembling body, worshiping every inch of you with his lips, silently telling you just how precious you were to him.

“Still need more, riduur,” you panted, grasping at him and pulling him closer.

He laughed lowly and attacked your neck with kisses, leaving a few little marks behind. “Something’s gotten into you today, huh? There’s no rush, baby,” he replied, rubbing the length of himself through your folds to lube himself. “Don’t worry. I’ll always take care of you.”

You stroked the little 5 tattoo on his temple as he came face to face with you. Sometimes, you still could not believe how lucky you were. You had everything you ever needed all wrapped up in the snarky, chaotic, heroic man currently hovering over you who was ready to fuck you until you could not walk.

He paused as he caught you biting your lip and searching his face. “What is it?” he asked, his brow twitching together curiously.

This was not the moment you would have chosen for this conversation, but you knew he was not going to let it go until you told him what was on your mind. “I… I’ve been thinking… maybe you’d want to take care of more than just me?” you whispered. “That maybe you’d want a little family, too.”

The look that crossed Fives’ roguishly handsome face was nothing short of shock, and you were worried for a moment because you could not tell whether it was a good or bad kind of shock.

“I know we’ve just settled down, but I’d want to have a family with you someday,” you began rambling, running your thumb over his stubbled cheek. “I love the way you are with Rex’s son, and I want that for us. I-it doesn’t have to be right now, but—”

The shock quickly faded into one of the most brilliant smiles that he had ever given you. Keeping eye contact with him, you inhaled sharply as he impaled you with his cock. Every inch of him pulsed with need as he breached your walls, and you could feel the deep growl in his chest as he throbbed inside you.

“Yes,” he breathed, sealing his mouth to yours. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Every word was punctuated with a kiss so passionate and a thrust so deep it made your head swim. “Yes, cyar’ika. I want that. Fuck, I want that with you. You feel so good… take me so well,” he praised, wrapping your legs around his waist.

You could feel the desire roiling through him with every stroke. He caged you in with his sweat-slickened body and wrapped an arm underneath you to arch you into him, letting him hit the deepest, most sensitive part of you.

“Wanna fill you. Wanna watch you swell up so full of me, pretty girl,” he rambled, his lust-blown eyes never leaving your face. “You’re gonna look so beautiful. You want that?”

Now that you knew it was what Fives wanted, too, your longing to make him a father was overwhelming. You wanted him to fill you and fuck you so deep it had to stick, and you wanted him to watch, so you shifted and rolled him over so you could ride him. “Maker, yes, Fives. Want you to fuck me till I can’t take any more.”

“Gonna fucking breed you, cyar’ika.” he gritted out, loving the sight of your tits bouncing as you fucked yourself down on him. “Love the way your cunt drenches me. You’re gonna milk me dry.”

Your thighs were beginning to ache as you ground down on him harder. You were so close to that edge again from his words and the thought of carrying his child. He must have felt you tightening up again because he reached down and started rubbing quick circles on your clit, spurring you on.

“Riduur!” you cried out, telling him you needed more.

He rolled his hips up sharply and tweaked your nipples again sending a twinge from your breasts straight to your core. “Cum for me again, my love. Cum for me so I can breed you. You’re gonna be so sensitive, so swollen with our ik’aad, and I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of you and our ad’ika,” he sighed. “That’s my good girl. Wanna feel this gorgeous cunt squeeze the cum out of my cock. Love you so fucking much.”

The coil within you snapped. Your velvety walls sucked him in deep, and you let out a shuddering cry as he thrust up into you. As you seized around the full length of him, you managed to keep your eyes open and watched him throw his head back in ecstasy with a long grunt.

His lips parted and eyes squeezed shut as he pumped you full, and his hands gripped your hips so hard you were sure you would bruise. Your core was feverishly hot as he painted your insides with rope after rope of his cum, and you leaned forward to rest on his chest as you rode out your highs together.

Fives panted heavily beneath you as he cradled your neck with one hand and rubbed your back with the other, keeping you close and soothing your overheated skin.

“I love you, Fives,” you whispered, truly hoping his seed would stick. “You’ll be an amazing father.”

“Not as amazing as you’ll be as a mother,” he whispered back, bringing his head up to kiss you deeply. “Our ad’ika is gonna be so lucky.”

His fingers settled in your sweaty hair as he rolled you onto your back and slipped his softening length out of you, peppering your neck and face with more tender kisses. You could have stayed buried beneath him on your ruined blankets for the rest of the afternoon if not for the sound of someone outside calling his name.

“Fives!” Echo called in the distance. “If you two are gonna fuck, at least close the window! The whole lake probably heard you!”

You had completely forgotten about the window. Your hands flew to cover your face in embarrassment, but you could hear the teasing tone in Echo’s gruff voice, and you could not help the fit of giggles that started to surge through you.

Fives started chuckling above you as he settled your hips in his lap, watching in fascination as your combined releases started to leak out of you. “Gotta make sure this stays put,” he murmured, gazing adoringly at you. He swiped up the milky fluid with two of his fingers and pushed it back inside your deliciously sore cunt, and you both heard Echo swearing and laughing as you cried out one last time.

“Fives!” you giggled, swatting him on the chest.

“I don’t care,” he said with an affectionate smile, leaning down to kiss you again. “Let them all hear us. Let them know I love my beautiful wife. Let them know we’re adding to our family.”

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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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