#ths is so poorly written but im sad about todays episode okay just lemme live

[neon-junkie]

Ok first of all who said that you could make panty thieves Bad Batch a thing and why do I love it so freaking much! I just wanted to pop in and let you know I’m totally digging the idea, oh and to drop a little scene about the boys and reader going to a club and she just so happens to be a short black dress with some red panties on so let the teasing ensue! And whoever can hold the most shots gets her panties for the night. Okies now I throw myself out a window, love you and your writing ❤️❤️❤️

Aaaaaah okay, you've encouraged me to write a part 3 to the pantie thieves trope!

Pairing: The Bad Batch x Female Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 2.5k

Tags: Drinking, Teasing, Lingerie, Flirting, Gangbang mention, Strip tease, Nightclubs.

Part 1 is [here]

For context, this is how you're all sat at 79's (because im too lazy to write it out properly.)

Tension has been thick in the air ever since you flung your panties at the Batch, informing them that they can fight over who uses them next. They know. You know. They know that you know. You know that they know. And yet, nobody has spoken about it? Minus Crosshair, who called your move "brave," the next day, and Tech, who smugly smiled from across the Marauder at you.

It's been a week since that 'incident', and since then, your panties have finally began going missing again. Your underwear draw is no longer overflowing, shutting with ease, and the boys have returned to their flirtatious comments and remarks. Life seems fair, and after a smooth series of missions, you suggest heading to 79's to celebrate.

They agree, deciding that you'll all head out for the weekend. It's currently mid-week, giving you more than enough time to put your secret plan into place. A trip into Coruscant's flashy malls is in order, and despite Wrecker's offer, you choose to go alone, not wanting to ruin the surprise.

Saturday night arrives, and you're fortunate enough to be spending it in a hotel room. Two rooms have been booked, four double bed between all of you, and you're yet to have the 'talk' on who's sleeping where. The tension in the air informs you that the Batch also have a few surprises planned, and by the end of the night, you won't mind which bed you fall into, or who will be cosying up with you.

You finally have a proper station to do your makeup, rather than crouched over a seat on the Marauder with a pocket mirror pressed between your thighs as you attempt to plaster your makeup on. A shower is in order, and you decide to change into something cosy as you continue your routine. Before finally getting dressed, you shoo Echo and Tech out of the room, and inform them that you'll head over to the other room in a few minutes.

It's time.

This is the Bad Batch; they're a proud group of clones who take their squad's colour extremely seriously. Black and Red. A perfect colour combination, that is currently looking rather flattering on you. You're wearing a tight, skimpy black dress, the hemline barely covering your ass; you can feel the dress riding up whenever you bend down, revealing the flirtatious choice of underwear beneath. Wine red underwear has been brought for this specific occasion, a bra that can be seen when you bend forward, panties that catch the attention of curious eyes, paired with stockings, hold securely around your thighs by a garter belt.

You look lush, divine, and extremely slutty, more than a meal for your boys to enjoy. Once your heels are slipped on, you exit the room, shimmying across the hallway to where the boys are currently waiting for you. You punch in the code, and announce your arrival innocently. "Are we all ready to go?" you question, acting as if you're not the hottest thing to ever wander into their lives.

There's silence, their jaws dropping as they notice your presence. Every single one of them is reacting the way you expected. Wrecker has his mouth wide open, and his cheeks are swiftly turning pink. Echo is politely looking away, as flustered as ever. Crosshair has the smuggest grin you've ever seen, with a lustful glisten to his eyes. Tech is raising a brow, his rosy cheeks barely hidden beneath his glasses. And Hunter is attempting to look at you politely, despite the sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Y-Yeah," Wrecker is the one to break the silence.

"Well, c'mon then," you signal, urging them to follow you out of the hotel room. There's awkward shuffling from the Batch, barely moving a pace forward, before Echo shakes his head, breaking the tension thick in the air.

"Is nobody going to comment?" Echo grumbles, gesturing to you. "You look... beautiful," he sighs, finally addressing the elephant in the room.

The Batch is nodding in agreement, chewing at their bottom lips. It's painfully obvious that they want to say more, but words fail them - or polite words fail them, seeing as they're spoilt for choice, but their choices aren't exactly appropriate.

"Yeah, you look hot!" Wrecker finally blurts out, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink the second he realizes what he's just said. You can't help but laugh at his eagerness, muttering your thanks through your laughter.

"Divine would be a more accommodating word," Tech suggests.

"The colours... did you pick them out... for us?" Hunter slowly questions.

You nod as you sweetly reply, "yeah."

"We're being spoilt," Crosshair comments with a chuckle.

"Not yet, you're not," you grin, having more tricks up your sleeve. "Now come on, I want to get a good table!"

On your command, the Batch finally exit the hotel room, sticking to you closely as you begin your journey to 79's. You're not the only person dressed up tonight; they're all sporting smart but casual clothing, ironed shirts, tailored pants, polished shoes. You've never come across this attire before, so maybe they also went out to buy something for the occasion whilst you were doing the same thing?

The taxi journey feels painfully long, but before you know it, you're entering the club. It's already busy - when isn't it? - but you manage to find a cosy booth tucked away in the corner. A few of the Batch head straight to the bar, ensuring that there's always at least one of them present. No doubt, if you're left alone, you'll be swiftly snatched up by any of the other clones, who have all had their gaze in your direction since you walked through the door.

The first few sets of drinks go down smoothly, relaxing your nerves, settling the tension in the air. By now, your ears have adjusted to the music, and your eyes can see clearly through the neon lights flowing overhear. Your boys seem pleasant, chatting as a group, coddling you in the middle of them, until you announce that you're heading to the bar.

"Let me accompany you," Tech offers as you slip out from the booth, following him over to the bar. His shoulder presses against yours as you rest your hands on the bar top, patiently waiting for your turn to order. Tech remains silent as you order, but a brow is raised as he overhears your request, chewing at your bottom lip smugly once the bartender goes to collect your drinks.

"Did I hear that correctly?" Tech questions.

"Maybe," you smirk. "What did you hear?"

"...30 shots," Tech clears his throat, his stomach already turning at the thought of having to do one, let alone five. "Five each, I assume?"

"Yes, but they come with a catch!"

"Oh? Do tell."

"I'll tell you when we're back at the table," you reply with a thick glisten in your eyes.

Tech's concerned expression slips onto the other Batchers faces when you eventually walk over, a tray of shots in your hands. You carefully place the tray on the table, remaining standing as you catch their full attention. "I have a challenge for you boys," you proudly state.

"We're listening," Hunter comments, his eyes flicking between you, and the liquor glistening on the table.

A soft sigh slips from your lips as you rest your hands atop of the table, bending forward slightly, half to get closer to them, half to catch their gaze of your breasts hanging playfully in front of them. "Whoever can hold the most shots wins a prize!" you instruct, grinning playfully.

"What's the prize?" Echo questions.

"I'm not telling! You'll just have to wait and see," you coo. You stand upright, your hips shifting as your body moves, and your eyes trail over the men before you as you ask, "are you all in?"

There's a mixture of expressions, but all of them say yes. Curiosity and uncertainty is present around the table, eager to see what the prize is. You shuffle back into your seat, huddled between Wrecker and Hunter. Most of the Batch look sheepish as they raise their first shot, minus Crosshair, who has experience drinking his brothers under the table. You join in on downing the first one, coughing once the liquor has run down your throat.

Tech and Echo are also coughing, Wrecker and Hunter are questioning their life decisions, whilst Crosshair is smugly picking up his next shot, commenting "giving up already?"

"No!" Wrecker grumbles, and swiftly makes a dash for his next one.

After that, the shots flow... reluctantly. Echo has to tap out after four, excusing himself to the restroom. Tech joins him, swiftly putting his fourth shot back on the table before he makes another mistake. Hunter taps out after three, feeling double the amount of liquor in his system thanks to his heightened senses. Crosshair is taking his time, chuckling to himself at his brother's low barriers.

"Awh, augh..." Wrecker grumbles, eyeing up the fourth shot, sitting on the table in front of him. "I dunno..." he sighs, rubbing the back of his head, his shirt tightening around his toned chest as his hand moves.

Echo and Tech return, a glass of water each in hand, and despite their drunken states, they begin encouraging Wrecker to take another shot. "Do you need some encouragement?" you suggest.

Wrecker's eyes turn wide, and a single brow raises as he asks, "what kind of encouragement?"

All eyes are on you. You smirk as you pick up Wrecker's shot, shuffling up onto your knees, giving you that extra boost to reach his level, despite him sitting down. You can feel the hem of your dress rising, your barely covered ass hitting the cool air of the club; Hunter, who is beside you, politely averts his gaze, whilst the others slowly tilt their heads in an attempt to view more. You bring the shot up to Wrecker's lips, and instinctively, he tips his head back, allowing you to pour the shot down his throat.

"Nice job, big guy!" you praise, placing the now-empty glass on the table. Wrecker grumbles in response to the flavour, but hasn't decided on if he's tapping out yet. It's just him and Crosshair, and given both of their current states, you know who will win.

As you sit back down, crossing one leg over the other, Crosshair leans forward to catch your attention, sitting on the other side of Hunter, two seats away from you. "I could do with some encouragement too," he smirks, and Hunter rolls his eyes at Crosshair's comment, stuck in the middle of you two.

"That so?" you raise a brow. Shuffling onto your knees again, you pick up another shot from the table, and clamber across Hunter's lap. You're practically on all fours, ass on display, with Wrecker behind you losing his mind at the sight. Slowly, you feed the shot to Crosshair, who locks his gaze onto yours as he takes his time lapping up the liquor.

Hunter looks like he's about to burst when you finally move away, returning to your seat. There's a light layer of sweat forming above his brow, and his tattoo is failing to hide his flushed cheeks; no doubt, he caught more than enough of an eye full as you bent over him.

"You gonna let Crosshair win?" you ask Wrecker, who still hasn't taken his final shot.

Wrecker grumbles, a hand resting on his stomach, clutching at the thin fabric of his shirt as he thinks things through. "I guess I am," he sighs, not wanting to risk getting into a state.

Crosshair chuckles, his hands crossing over his chest as he raises a brow at you. "So, what's my prize?" he asks.

Your expression matches his, sly and mischievous, and you keep it on your lips as you slowly stand. The booth may be cramped, but there's just enough space for you to fit between the table, and Crosshair's legs. Your eyes remain fixated on his as you slowly lift the hemline of your dress, fingertips running along the lacy bands of your garters, soon reaching your panties.

You overhear each member of the Batch gasp, gawking at your bold display, minus Crosshair, who watches the show hungrily. With your fingertips on the waistband of your panties, you shimmy them off, the fabric falling down your hips. The hemline of your dress moves perfectly, not displaying anything, teasing what might come later.

Red, lacy panties fall to your ankles, and with your eyes still on Crosshair's, you step out of them. Using the heel of your heels, you pick the panties up, and bunch them up in your hand, a move that you definitely didn't practise whilst alone in the hotel room earlier. You take a seat on Crosshair's lap, who moves into your touch, pulling you tightly against him.

Your panties are swiftly stuffed into his shirt pocked, the red lace poking out of the top. "For later," you comment. Crosshair groans, his hands gripping at your thighs; the arm around your waist slips higher, dancing with the hemline of your dress that is threatening to flash your prize at both him, and the Batch at any possible moment. The Batch is on the edge of their seats, not bothering to avert their gaze; they want this, they want you, and the liquor in their system has helped their confidence.

"For later?" Crosshair softly chuckles. "Mhm, a sweet prize, but we had something in store for you too," Crosshair comments, moving a hand from your thigh to gently cup your chin.

Hunter side glances you, grinning smugly, softly chuckling at Crosshair's comment. Crosshair notices his Sergeant looking, and decides to give him orders. "Why don't you tell her, Hunter?"

"Hm, alright," Hunter agrees as he shuffles closer. One of his large hands finds your thigh, squeezing at it playfully, admiring the sensation of your stockings pressed against his palm. He leans in close, and keeps his gaze on yours as he explains, "we'd like to make a mess of you, once we're back at the hotel room."

You suck in a heavy breath, your back straightening, cheeks becoming rosy at the thought. All of them want to make a mess of you, all five of them. Just when you think things can't possibly get any more tense, Echo places a hand on your shoulder blade, shuffling in behind you as he joins in on riling you up. "Don't think that we haven't noticed the way that you've been teasing us lately," he chuckles.

"Yeah, it's time we got our revenge!" Wrecker chuckles, peering behind Hunter at you.

"Honestly," Tech sighs as he rests his elbows on the table, opposite to you. "It was... unfair of us to partake in explicit acts without your permission, but given that you've since been encouraging us, we can only assume that you're eager for more."

Your heart is thumping in your chest, riled up from the series of men who all have their hungry gaze on you. You should have expected this, for a group of men to finally snap at your playful flirting, and put you in your place.

"So?" Hunter speaks up, catching your attention as your gaze was flicking between each of them. "What's it gonna be? Do you wanna stay here a little longer, or head back already?"

[to be continued]

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