Warnings: Brief mentions of violence, alcohol, smoking. Anxiety attack (ish?) slight angst if you squint. Mainly fluff! Princess deserves a BREAK. Not beta read but like also they never are so I’m SO SORRY.
Me throwing this at you all after radio silence for months like a handful of confetti
When the ship enters Coruscant’s airspace, you’re immediately flanked by two Republic gunships, each complete with a group of waving troopers. “Some welcome party!” Rex says as he helps you up from the seat you’ve been occupying for the trip back. The clouds part and bring the city you love into view. Home. The feeling feels like both an immense pressure lifting from your chest, and a suffocating hand on your neck. The severance of one life and the birth of another. Rex notices your distant gaze and taps your hip before sending a smile, and snapping the helmet on his head, he turns to walk near the cockpit. You follow closely behind, smiling at the rest of his brothers and at the holo of Anakin, which is currently debriefing your small squad.
Pairing: GymRex x F!reader (physically fit by the nature of profession as personal trainer/sports medicine therapist. Physical appearance is otherwise unmentioned)
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Warnings: Loads of implications here: masturbation, oral (m and f receiving) p in v, intentional voyeurism. Pining, flirting, sexual tension. Gym Rex. Rex in those damn gray sweatpants. Language
Summary: A late night workout becomes an ongoing flirtation with the Captain of the 501st. Finally, you decide to make your intentions known, if the good Captain is up to the challenge.
Word count: 1.2k
A/N: Firstly, I’ve barely proofed this so…reader beware. Also, I have to give lots of credit for the inspiration of this short fic (in no particular order)
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Warnings: Grief, loss, death of a former lover, suppressed emotions, implied depression, and emotional detachment. Comfort, care, fluff, and tenderness. Longing, mutual pining, sex to relieve stress, but also lots of feelings. Grinding, oral (f receiving), face riding, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don’t be dumb irl. No glove, no love), creampie, squint and you might see a little size kink. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Summary: Upon reuniting with your former rebel cell on Yavin 4, you learn a former casual lover (G/N, they/them) was killed, leaving you emotionally vacant until you find comfort in the safe arms of someone well versed in loss.
STEPH!!!! BABE!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! My heart was hammering the entire reading this!!!! This is what I’ve been needing the last week! The sweet embrace of Older Rex! My beloved.
This was so warm and beautiful.
Thank you for reading and sharing!!! Delighted you love it!
Disclaimer: This is an 18+ only blog! MINORS BE GONE. If you are under the age of 18 or are not considered a legal adult in your country, do not interact with my blog in any way. If I suspect you are a minor, I will block you.
Warnings: Grief, loss, death of a former lover, suppressed emotions, implied depression, and emotional detachment. Comfort, care, fluff, and tenderness. Longing, mutual pining, sex to relieve stress, but also lots of feelings. Grinding, oral (f receiving), face riding, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don’t be dumb irl. No glove, no love), creampie, squint and you might see a little size kink. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Summary: Upon reuniting with your former rebel cell on Yavin 4, you learn a former casual lover (G/N, they/them) was killed, leaving you emotionally vacant until you find comfort in the safe arms of someone well versed in loss.
STEPH!!!! BABE!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!! My heart was hammering the entire reading this!!!! This is what I’ve been needing the last week! The sweet embrace of Older Rex! My beloved.
Casey!!! I’m so happy this hits for you! Rebels Rex is just so….so perfect! Thanks for reading and sharing!!!
Disclaimer: This is an 18+ only blog! MINORS BE GONE. If you are under the age of 18 or are not considered a legal adult in your country, do not interact with my blog in any way. If I suspect you are a minor, I will block you.
Warnings: Grief, loss, death of a former lover, suppressed emotions, implied depression, and emotional detachment. Comfort, care, fluff, and tenderness. Longing, mutual pining, sex to relieve stress, but also lots of feelings. Grinding, oral (f receiving), face riding, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don’t be dumb irl. No glove, no love), creampie, squint and you might see a little size kink. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Summary: Upon reuniting with your former rebel cell on Yavin 4, you learn a former casual lover (G/N, they/them) was killed, leaving you emotionally vacant until you find comfort in the safe arms of someone well versed in loss.
Leyla thank you so much! Those are definitely feelings I’ve come to understand pretty well in my adulthood and if there’s one thing that helps me when I start to feel disconnected from my feelings, it’s a good cry!
And Rex would be such a steadying presence with just…deep, tender love
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Warnings: Grief, loss, death of a former lover, suppressed emotions, implied depression, and emotional detachment. Comfort, care, fluff, and tenderness. Longing, mutual pining, sex to relieve stress, but also lots of feelings. Grinding, oral (f receiving), face riding, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don’t be dumb irl. No glove, no love), creampie, squint and you might see a little size kink. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Summary: Upon reuniting with your former rebel cell on Yavin 4, you learn a former casual lover (G/N, they/them) was killed, leaving you emotionally vacant until you find comfort in the safe arms of someone well versed in loss.
This was so hot but also so COMFORTING. I feel all warm and soft and cozy.
This part really spoke to me. Like, to open the floodgates as you’re talking and everything you’ve been suppressing all just comes bubbling out at once.
I’m so freaking excited to see so much from you ahhhhhhhhhhh
B!!!!! Thank you so much baaaaabe!!!!! I’m so glad you enjoyed it!!!!! I’d be lying if I didn’t admit this was a little bit of a self insert. Hahaha, it’s been a hell thing the last couple years. But I also know it’s something a lot of people can relate to!
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed finally being able to write again! Writer’s block is the WORST!
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Warnings: Grief, loss, death of a former lover, suppressed emotions, implied depression, and emotional detachment. Comfort, care, fluff, and tenderness. Longing, mutual pining, sex to relieve stress, but also lots of feelings. Grinding, oral (f receiving), face riding, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don’t be dumb irl. No glove, no love), creampie, squint and you might see a little size kink. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Summary: Upon reuniting with your former rebel cell on Yavin 4, you learn a former casual lover (G/N, they/them) was killed, leaving you emotionally vacant until you find comfort in the safe arms of someone well versed in loss.
Im jealous, I could never write like this its so goooodd
I’m so glad you enjoyed but NEVER sell yourself short! It just takes practice! Keep reading and writing to find your own style. I absolutely believe you can do it too!
Disclaimer: This is an 18+ only blog! MINORS BE GONE. If you are under the age of 18 or are not considered a legal adult in your country, do not interact with my blog in any way. If I suspect you are a minor, I will block you.
Warnings: Grief, loss, death of a former lover, suppressed emotions, implied depression, and emotional detachment. Comfort, care, fluff, and tenderness. Longing, mutual pining, sex to relieve stress, but also lots of feelings. Grinding, oral (f receiving), face riding, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don’t be dumb irl. No glove, no love), creampie, squint and you might see a little size kink. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Summary: Upon reuniting with your former rebel cell on Yavin 4, you learn a former casual lover (G/N, they/them) was killed, leaving you emotionally vacant until you find comfort in the safe arms of someone well versed in loss.
Disclaimer: This is an 18+ only blog! MINORS BE GONE. If you are under the age of 18 or are not considered a legal adult in your country, do not interact with my blog in any way. If I suspect you are a minor, I will block you.
Warnings: Grief, loss, death of a former lover, suppressed emotions, implied depression, and emotional detachment. Comfort, care, fluff, and tenderness. Longing, mutual pining, sex to relieve stress, but also lots of feelings. Grinding, oral (f receiving), face riding, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don’t be dumb irl. No glove, no love), creampie, squint and you might see a little size kink. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Summary: Upon reuniting with your former rebel cell on Yavin 4, you learn a former casual lover (G/N, they/them) was killed, leaving you emotionally vacant until you find comfort in the safe arms of someone well versed in loss.
I wasn’t expecting this to hit so perfectly holy shit you’ve done it again.
This was so soft and exactly what I needed today, thank you for this gift ❤️
My dear friend!!!! I’m so glad this gave you some comfort today!! Thank you so much for reading and sharing! I hope whatever you’re dealing with passes with a big glass of water and a good night’s sleep!
Disclaimer: This is an 18+ only blog! MINORS BE GONE. If you are under the age of 18 or are not considered a legal adult in your country, do not interact with my blog in any way. If I suspect you are a minor, I will block you.
Warnings: Grief, loss, death of a former lover, suppressed emotions, implied depression, and emotional detachment. Comfort, care, fluff, and tenderness. Longing, mutual pining, sex to relieve stress, but also lots of feelings. Grinding, oral (f receiving), face riding, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don’t be dumb irl. No glove, no love), creampie, squint and you might see a little size kink. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Summary: Upon reuniting with your former rebel cell on Yavin 4, you learn a former casual lover (G/N, they/them) was killed, leaving you emotionally vacant until you find comfort in the safe arms of someone well versed in loss.
Disclaimer: This is an 18+ only blog! MINORS BE GONE. If you are under the age of 18 or are not considered a legal adult in your country, do not interact with my blog in any way. If I suspect you are a minor, I will block you.
Warnings: Grief, loss, death of a former lover, suppressed emotions, implied depression, and emotional detachment. Comfort, care, fluff, and tenderness. Longing, mutual pining, sex to relieve stress, but also lots of feelings. Grinding, oral (f receiving), face riding, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don’t be dumb irl. No glove, no love), creampie, squint and you might see a little size kink. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Summary: Upon reuniting with your former rebel cell on Yavin 4, you learn a former casual lover (G/N, they/them) was killed, leaving you emotionally vacant until you find comfort in the safe arms of someone well versed in loss.
Rex is sexy at any age and in any shape or form. The care he has and gives is so great and to be able to receive that and even have your love and want returned? Priceless !
Indeed he is!! We should all get to receive that kind of comfort and love!
Disclaimer: This is an 18+ only blog! MINORS BE GONE. If you are under the age of 18 or are not considered a legal adult in your country, do not interact with my blog in any way. If I suspect you are a minor, I will block you.
Warnings: Grief, loss, death of a former lover, suppressed emotions, implied depression, and emotional detachment. Comfort, care, fluff, and tenderness. Longing, mutual pining, sex to relieve stress, but also lots of feelings. Grinding, oral (f receiving), face riding, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don’t be dumb irl. No glove, no love), creampie, squint and you might see a little size kink. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Summary: Upon reuniting with your former rebel cell on Yavin 4, you learn a former casual lover (G/N, they/them) was killed, leaving you emotionally vacant until you find comfort in the safe arms of someone well versed in loss.
okay okay last reblog before hiatus time but this deserves to be on everyone’s dash all the time my GOD steph this is spectacular
The scent of his skin, which somehow always smelled of sunshine, gave you comfort you couldn’t quantify.
That line made me all warm and toasty inside.
“When I close my eyes I can’t see their face anymore. I don’t remember the sound of their voice.”
And that line broke me clean in two.
This is so beautifully written, the words chosen with such care, and the atmosphere that lingers goes from grief to consolation to just… peace. And I love this, my god you wrote this beautifully.
Thank you so so much for fulfilling this request, I really appreciate it and I am beyond words for the love I feel for what you came up with, my darling!
YAY!!!! Gala I’m so glad you saw the tag before you were gone!! I’m all way and fuzzy that you love it!! I live to do you proud
Disclaimer: This is an 18+ only blog! MINORS BE GONE. If you are under the age of 18 or are not considered a legal adult in your country, do not interact with my blog in any way. If I suspect you are a minor, I will block you.
Warnings: Grief, loss, death of a former lover, suppressed emotions, implied depression, and emotional detachment. Comfort, care, fluff, and tenderness. Longing, mutual pining, sex to relieve stress, but also lots of feelings. Grinding, oral (f receiving), face riding, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don’t be dumb irl. No glove, no love), creampie, squint and you might see a little size kink. Please let me know if I missed anything.
Summary: Upon reuniting with your former rebel cell on Yavin 4, you learn a former casual lover (G/N, they/them) was killed, leaving you emotionally vacant until you find comfort in the safe arms of someone well versed in loss.
The numbness you felt at the news was what startled you most. You hadn’t seen them in…months? No…it had been almost a year, when you were transferred from an outlier cell to Rebel Base when your skills as a communications specialist were discovered. They hadn’t been anyone particularly significant to you, though you supposed you had technically dated briefly…as much as someone can date in the middle of a rebellion. Did quietly fucking every once and a while on a tiny cot while your fellow rebels slept within arm’s reach count as dating?
There was no intimate exchange of feelings or declaration of love. Attachments were risky and unbidden trust was dangerous in the war that became your life, all your lives. Yet, when the time came for you to part ways, they smiled, wished you well, and promised to see you again someday. Maybe after the war, maybe in a different life you could find out what it could have been, but ultimately, it didn’t matter. You heard through what remained of your former cell when they arrived on Yavin 4 they had stayed behind to ensure their escape. They were dead and despite knowing them so personally, so intimately, you barely batted an eye.
You should be crying, grieving, an emotional mess. You knew them and instead of breaking down, you nodded to your friends with bone dry eyes and instructed them where to find the mess hall if they were hungry. Citing your duties as the reason you couldn’t show them around personally, you resumed your daily tasks as if nothing had happened. As you worked late into the night, the overwhelming nothingness you felt at the news pushed to the forefront of your mind.
And that ate at you.
When you were off duty in the middle of the night, you skipped mess and wandered out to the hangar, seeking the solitude of the late night jungle air to unwind, as you often did. The hangar always had some measure of activity, though late at night, the skeleton crew was on duty, so your presence wasn’t bothersome. Though, unbeknownst to you, a pair of eyes, still sharp despite their years, had been watching you all evening with concern.
That night, rain fell in curtains that streamed off the edge of the stone temple’s overhang like a waterfall, washing away the traces of dirt, carbon, and fuel, removing the residue of the war. The fat drops pelted the exposed duracrete until the surface rippled like a pond. Your ears filled with the cacophony of the deluge, giving you a sense of…something in your chest.
You stood at the edge of the overhang, you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the rain. Reaching an arm out, you let your fingers, then hand, experience the downpour. Rain bounced off your palm, surprisingly warm and invigorating. It stirred more of that something inside, though you still weren’t sure what it was. But you did know you wanted more. Without thinking, you stepped out from the protection of the temple and into the darkness.
The water that was previously warm on your hand was bracing when experienced on a larger scale. Each raindrop that fell on your hair, your face, your body, both exposed and clothed sent a rippling sensation as the nerves in your skin were excited by the stimulus. Like thousands of fingers drumming on your flesh at once. Looking upward, you let the rain fall on your face until you were gasping for breath as your skin contracted into gooseflesh in the chill. Part of you wanted to become the rain, to succumb to the rhythmic chant of the storm as it called you deeper into the darkness and you disconnected from the world around you.
Warm, firm hands gently took your upper arms and guided you back the dozen or so paces until you were back under the overhang once more. On the periphery you recognized his unmistakable presence as he led you through the base, leaving a trail of water behind you. The scent of his skin, which somehow always smelled of sunshine, gave you comfort you couldn’t quantify. His radiant warmth, the confidence of his every move, the security of his thick arm across your back as he ushered you into his private quarters. His was a presence you trusted implicitly, enough that in your unfocused, disconnected state, you knew he would deliver you somewhere safe.
And indeed, he did.
As the door slid closed, your eyes drifted shut as you inhaled the inescapable aroma of…him that surrounded you in the small space. Your gaze slowly refocused as you heard him move past you to retrieve a towel from a cabinet. He was talking to you, or rather muttering at you, about what in nine hells you were doing standing out in the near monsoon weather. By the time he returned to you, your teeth started chattering and the reality of the fact that you were nothing short of soaked to the bone set in. A towel draped across your shoulders as you instinctively drew your arms to your chest to conserve heat.
“Oh, so you’re still in there after all,” Rex chuckled softly, rubbing his hands vigorously against the absorbent fabric covering your upper body.
“I-I-I g-g-gue-ss-ss,” you stuttered out through your clacking teeth.
“Come here,” he pulled you into his broad chest. “Let’s get you warmed up.”
Being surrounded by him so easily was overwhelming but also euphoric. Relaxing into his firm hold, you rested your head against his shoulder and savored the connection. Perhaps that’s what you had been missing. Connection. Rex was one of the few men in your chaotic life for whom conversation came easily and without expectation. It wasn’t that you weren’t attracted to him, Maker knew how many nights you spent adrift in fantasy of him while you made due with your own hands for satisfaction, but you took the ease with which you fell into friendship with him as a sign that he wasn’t interested in anything more. So, at the opportunity to be welcomed sl close, you released an almost blissful sigh as he held you.
“What happened today?” He asked quietly, almost reluctant to disturb you. “When I saw you at the start of your shift, you seemed like yourself. But after that new squad arrived…it’s like you vanished.”
“Nothing happened,” you weakly denied. “I’m fine.”
A deep, patient breath drew in and released, “It’s okay if you aren’t fine, you know. You don’t have to tell me anything, if you don’t want to. But…I’m here if you do.”
Your next breath was shuddering, but you hesitated a moment before speaking, “The new squad was my old cell. They lost…the leader of our cell stayed behind. They're…We were…”
His arms held you that much tighter for a moment before he simply replied. “I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be,” your voice flattened as you pulled away from his comforting grasp. “Millions have died at the hands of the Empire, as will millions more before this is over, if it ever ends. We fucked a few times. It wasn’t love. There’s no room for that here, so there’s no point in feeling anything for anyone!”
Rex whispered your name with concern, but you continued your rant over him, your voice grew louder yet more despondent as the buried feelings you suppressed out of the sheer need for survival finally broke free with the one man you suddenly realized you could trust.
“When I close my eyes I can’t see their face anymore. I don’t remember the sound of their voice. I don’t FEEL anything anymore so why…why should their death matter when all that’s left is a name that no one will be around to remember anyway?”
Hot tears flowed down your face, not that you noticed, not that you were capable of registering what they were at first. For so long, you had to be strong, you had to be resilient. But without mercy or quarter from the pressure and stress under which you lived, without that outlet of someone you could intimately, be that with the physical release of sex or comfort your own disparging thoughts, your only way to cope was to simply disconnect every feeling you ever knew and exist as little more than a droid.
Those feelings you had denied, that you had tried to burn on a pyre came rushing back in a confluence you couldn’t control. It was more than you had been prepared to cope with in your adult life and it left you spinning like a top, a hair’s breadth away from stumbling and falling into oblivion. Just when things seemed most hopeless, his grounding, steadying presence returned.
Your chest rose and fell as you stood a pace away from Rex, squeezing your eyes shut to crawl back into your self-appointed emotional exile, until safe arms enveloped you. The comfort of his strength, both in his physical presence and his gentle, emotional steadiness was the anchor you needed to weather the storm. With your face buried in his chest, you released the torrent of your pain. Your fears, your grief, your loss, your anger, your hopelessness, the unrelenting despair that lapped at the shore of your mind as you tried, and failed to sleep most nights, fell free into the soft fabric of his shirt through deep, wracking sobs. The overflowing emotional bucket you carried poured out into him and, as you needed so deeply, he swept it away so it was no longer your burden. As your shuddering body stilled against him, you emerged from his chest, feeling embarrassed at your outburst, but he offered solace without judgment.
“I understand what you’re feeling,” he calmly spoke. “It isn’t unlike the feelings I struggled with during the Clone War, and afterwards.”
“I don’t know what to do…”
“No one really does, but that’s why you have friends, squadmates, and people who care who care about you. The burden is always less when you aren’t trying to carry it alone.”
“I’m sorry,” you whimpered into him.
“For what, meshla?” He crooned, resting a hand on the back of your head.
“I think I ruined your shirt,” you sniffled, glancing at the face-sized wet patch of tears and mucus soaking his clothes.
Craning his neck, he looked down, but immediately dismissed the spot, “Nah, nothing a little detergent won’t wash away. Besides, finally getting to hold you in my arms was worth it.”
Heat bloomed in your face at his words, “Rex, I….”
He hushed your words with a finger to your lips, “Now is the time to rest and heal, sweet one. You just needed a good purge.”
“I don’t want to be alone,” you admitted, feeling a startling clarity in the wake of your own deluge.
“So don’t. Stay with me. I’ll hold you all night long,” he smoothed his hands down your arms and back up again. “You’re safe with me, in every way.”
Nodding weakly, indicating your desire to stay, he quickly retrieved one of his spare shirts for you to wear to bed. As you unabashedly began peeling away your wet clothes, he turned away, giving you the privacy to change. Realizing his propriety, you apologized and turned your back as well, giving him the same respect to ready himself for bed. His shirt was comfortable and well worn. The threadbare garment, which had been relegated to exclusive nighttime use but was far from ready to be thrown out, smelled of him so intensely, it practically permeated the individual fibers. Part of you wondered if he’d notice if it went missing…
When the blades of his fingers slid across your hand, you turned and inhaled sharply. His chest was bare, covered with a gentle blanket of white hair that looked warm and inviting. Your eyes flicked to the loose, gray sleep pants he wore, and his bare feet, something that was rare to see, as there was little more vulnerable that a soldier without his boots. Remembering your manners, you pulled your eyes back up, though not without noticing the substantial bulge about which you fantasized about the shield of those pants first. There was a glint of mischief in his eyes and an upward curl of his beard, having caught you leering, but rather than pursue your indulgent gaze, he led you to his bunk, climbing in and opening his arms for you to enter.
A tired smile crossed your face as you did, settling into his comfortable embrace as though you had belonged there all along. “Thank you,” you whispered into his neck.
“Whatever you need, cyar’ika,” he replied through lips pressed into the top of your head.
The emotional purge you had just experienced left you wanting clarity with the man you had secretly longed for behind closed doors, “Rex…can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“Do you want more than just…this?” With your words you were gesturing to the tender, shared intimacy of the bunk.
He didn’t immediately answer, pausing to choose his words wisely, knowing well how vulnerable you truly were, “Yes…but not now. I want you to decide what you want with a clear head.“
"What if I made that decision before tonight. What if…I’ve been wanting you since we met.”
When you angled your face up to his, you were met with his darkened gaze. The grip of his hands had tensed just slightly, as though he was resisting the instinct to explore your body at those words alone. You couldn’t help but feel the involuntary twitch of his cock through his thin pants against your leg, despite the way he shifted his hips to hide his body’s response. He studied your face, searching for a sign of compromised consent, that you were speaking from a purely emotional place and not a logical mind, that what you were saying wasn’t what you truly meant, but he couldn’t deny the confidence in your steady gaze.
“Nothing has to happen,” he whispered with a heaving chest.
“If I wanted it to, would you ask me to stop?” You breathed with wide eyes and parted lips.
“I don’t think I could ever deny anything you want,” he let his hand drift down your back to the swell of your ass.
In a single motion, you slid a leg across his hips and shifted from the place in his arms to straddling him. Laying flat on his back, he could no longer hide his hardening member from you as the apex of your thighs rested against it. He moaned softly as you canted your hips to settle into him. His hands slid up the outside of your legs, starting at your knees and following the curve of your body toward your eager center. A shiver chased down your spine at his feather light touch, hardening your nipples against the fabric of his shirt.
The way his eyes immediately flicked to the outline of your breasts as his cock shifted beneath you didn’t go unnoticed. Holding his wanton gaze, you pulled the shirt overhead, slowly freeing your flesh to him. Your breasts swayed as you shifted, discarding the garment into the darkened floor. A sigh escaped his lips at the sight as he appraised you with adoration.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” He breathed, tracing a hand across your exposed abdomen and wandering down to your aching clit.
Leaning over him, resting on outstretched arms above his shoulders, you brushed your lips against his with just a breath of hesitation before committing to the kiss as your breasts draped against the soft hair of his chest. His lips moved against yours, eager and seeking more, but also restrained to let you set the pace. Wanting more yourself, your lips parted wide and he immediately responded, sweeping his tongue against yours in a long, shared breath.
His hands, no longer able to contain themselves gripped your waist and the back of your head as you ground your hips into him. It didn’t take long for a wet patch of precum to soak through his pants, mixing with the wetness of your own arousal. The sounds of his husky voice against your neck as he lavished the thin skin with his mouth in loving nips and sweet kisses made the tension in your belly wind all the tighter. He trailed kisses down your chest until his mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking hard until you mewled and wavered over him. A hand slid between your bodies and his skilled, experienced fingers swirled your clit several times before sliding around your entrance.
“Rex…please,” you whimpered through the cloud of your intense arousal. “I need you.”
“Let me taste you first,” he requested. “Bring that gorgeous pussy of yours up here. I’m starving for you.”
Heat flooded your body and settled in your cunt as you processed what he was asking. You hesitated, not because you didn’t want to, but because you’d never had a partner make such a direct request before. Excited and a little nervous, you sat up and began shifting your way up his body, unsure of how else to gracefully maneuver yourself. As you neared the head of his bunk, he put his hands on your thighs to stop you, and slid himself down the rest of the way, moving one arm under your leg as he went. Straddling his shoulders, nearly on top of his face, you inhaled sharply and closed your eyes.
Your name in his gentle voice called you back to the present, “You don’t have to do this if you aren’t comfortable.”
“I want to,” you breathed. “Just my first time like this.”
“I’ll take good care of you,” he promised. “Keep your eyes on me, tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”
“Okay,” you nodded, caressing his thick beard as he smiled into your hand, capturing your thumb between his lips.
“Ready?” He verified.
“Ready,” you confirmed.
At his prompting, you scooted up the rest of the way until your dripping pussy hovered over his face. He guided you down against his mouth. The moment his tongue met your folds, stars filled your eyes and you released a decadent, velvety moan of pleasure. Lapping through your slit, he groaned as your arousal filled his mouth before settling onto your clit. You gasped deeply as he flicked his tongue across the stiffened bud, squirming at the sudden intensity. Pulling away, he steadied you with a splayed hand on your stomach while bracing your lower back as your body heaved, trying to catch your breath.
“Too much.” It wasn’t a question.
“No, maybe a little. I just wasn’t expecting you to be so good at that,” you chuckled breathlessly. “Keep going just a little….”
“Slower,” he finished your incomplete thought.
“Yeah.”
“Anything for you.”
He guided you back onto his face and you were able to appreciate the way his beard bristled against your sensitive inner thighs. Holding your gaze, he resumed consuming you with slowly, almost languid care. As you eased into the moment, you relaxed your hips, letting yourself sink further onto him. His focus shifted from your clit to your entrance, swirling and probing your heat, curling and pushing inside, encouraged by your long, stretching signs of ecstasy. The hand at your back gripped your ass and waist firmly while the other flicked and rolled your nipple.
Losing yourself in his pleasuring, you unconsciously began to cant your hips, finding the friction you needed on your clit against his mustache and nose. He encouraged you to ride his face by gently pushing your hip while still letting you set the pace, communicating wordlessly by maintaining intense eye contact. Your sighs melted into breathy pants as you neared the precipice. Releasing your nipple his thumb rested against your clit, applying more direct pressure. That alone changed the pitch of your voice, drawing sharper cries as you teetered on the edge.
“That’s a good girl,” he rumbled into your pussy. “Come for me. Come all over my face. I want to taste more of you.”
The ease with which the praise rolled out of his mouth made you gasp and cling to his arms as you came with a shudder. Your walls throbbed around nothing as you braced yourself on the wall of his bunk, gazing down at his smugly squinted eyes. When you tried to move away, his hands gripped you tightly, holding you firmly in place. A moment of confusion passed across your face, but fell away as he began licking your thighs clean of your release, savoring the last traces of you.
“Maker…I knew you’d be sweet,” he panted to himself then looked at you, caressing your thighs. “Was that too much?”
“No, that was…amazing,” your words nearly slurred together in the heady wake of your orgasm. “It should be your turn now.”
“I’m sure you’re nothing short of spectacular with your mouth, but I’d much rather be inside you, if you’re ready.”
“Oh Rex, I thought you’d never ask,” you purred, shifting your way off his chest.
Unbeknownst to you, he had slipped out of his pants while eating your pussy and his thick, rigid cock rested in the cleft of your ass. Feeling his unmasked length so close to your entrance made you bite your lower lip in anticipation. Maker, he was big. You leaned against his warm chest for a deep kiss, savoring your taste on his lips. He embraced you, holding you against him as he shifted to roll you into your back, but you stopped him.
“Hold on there, Captain,” you teased. “I’ve waited a long time for this. It’s my turn to watch you.”
Rising up, you took hold of his cock and lined his blunt, swollen head up with your entrance. As he breached you, as he split you open, Rex threw his head back into the pillow and clamped onto the outsides of your thighs to resist thrusting up I to you as a goan stretched from his chest. He knew he was big and had to let you move at your own pace, but the warm, tight feeling of your pussy surrounding him was euphoric. Your sensual moan mingled with his as you slowly sank down his length, digging crescents into his chest with your nails. Just when you thought you couldn’t fit anymore of him inside you, he bottomed out.
Never before had you felt so completely filled. It was a consuming, white hot experience. Your breaths came deep and slow as you tried to relax and adjust, knowing Rex was watching your every expression. After a moment, you sat up straight and worked your hips in a circle against his pelvis, testing the waters. Even the faintest moment gave you a pleasure burn of stretch but more importantly made his mouth hang slack as he was quickly reduced to a panting, squirming mess.
“Are you alright, cyar’ika?” He grunted between quick breaths.
“I’m just fine, only needed a minute,” a chuckle bubbled in your gut as you flexed the muscles of your pelvic floor and watched with smug amusement as he writhed beneath you. “Are you sure your old ticker is up for this?”
His eyes narrowed and smoldered at your jab, so in return he sharply thrust up into you, while delivering a playful swat to your ass, earning a surprised, yelping moan. He returned your smug smile until you began canting your hips in earnest, rocking and lifting your hips as the deep muscles of your vault clenched and released around his length, making hisneyes roll back and pinch closed. Every shift and pull rubbed against that spongy place that made your vision white, urging you to chase your release with insatiable desire. Rex aided in your pursuit by shifting and fucking up into your pussy.
As you panted and moaned atop him, he glanced down at your connected bodies. Something caught his attention that made him thrust harder and murmur words you didn’t catch. Curiosity flashed across your face so he took one of your hands, which had been gripping his forearm and pressed it against your abdomen. As he pushed your hand and thrust into you more assertively, you realized what he had seen, causing a flood of arousal to drench his length.
“You feel that?” he grunted with a thick voice. “That’s my cock filling you. Maker, you take me so well. Not…not gonna last long in this tight pussy.”
You tried to think of something witty to say, but the remarks never made it from your brain. Instead, fumbled incoherent babbles of praise fell from your gaping mouth as you were desperate to come. All at once, Rex sat up and, supporting your back, laid you out with your legs on his shoulders, caging you in with his thick arms. With your legs drawn to your chest, the new angle was devastating as he relentlessly fucked you.
He spoke in stilted grunts as he worked over you, “You’re so perfect under me like this. Let me see you come again.
The coil broke and you screamed his name, digging your nails into his shoulders as you came. As your body shuddered, he wrapped an arm around your lower back, lifting your hips into his. A few more sloppy thrusts and he came, plunging deep as his release filled you to the brim. His cock throbbed against your fluttering walls as waves of euphoria washed across your bodies. He eased your legs off shoulders and kissed you deeply.
When he pulled out, your mixed releases followed, leaving a noticeable spot in the bunk. He disappeared into the small fresher and returned with a damp towel which, at your insistence, you used to clean yourself. Once you were no longer dripping on the floor, you relieved yourself in the privy, taking a deep breath and savoring the hum of your body in the afterglow while in privacy. When you opened the door, you expected you’d wiggle back into your wet clothes and return to your quarters, alone as normal. Instead, as the curved door slid open, you saw him sitting on the edge of his bunk, redressed, the bed quickly remade with a towel over the wet spot, and his threadbare tee shirt held out to you.
A smile bloomed on your face like a rare flower as you slid the garment back on as you approached him and stood between his wide planted legs. His hands drifted up your exposed legs and over the curve of your ass as you gently gripped his bearded face and kissed him. When you parted, he scooted into the bed once more, opening his arms to you as he had earlier. Again, you eagerly entered his embrace, resting your back against his chest. Fingers interlaced as you both settled into a comfortable position as you could find on the one-person bunk.
Within moments, the curtain was falling and you burrowed deeper against him. You felt him smile against your hair and inhale you deeply. His arm at your waist held you tighter. As you drifted off to sleep, you felt grounded and secure, rejuvenated and revivied. All the darkness that had been dragging you down was washed away.
All you needed was a cleansing rain.
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