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You’ve always been close with Wrecker; he was the first one to really welcome you into the Batch. It helped that you were practically added to the batch for him. It wasn’t a secret that he hated med checks, Tech really only got away with poking him with needles and stitching him up with relative success because he was his brother and Wrecker trusted him. Back on Kamino, he sometimes had to be mildly sedated. So, when you’d made a connection with the hulking clone and he began to trust you to work him up, the Kaminoans didn’t look a gift fathier in the mouth. Wrecker welcomed you with open arms, and the others softened too; if Wrecker liked you, you were alright. It was like if a tooka liked you- it was like they could sense a bad person just by the smell.
Considering all that, you think it was a shock to everyone that he wasn’t the first one of the Batch you slept with. Not literally speaking, of course, you’d cuddled up with Wrecker enough times. That man was made for cuddling- not literally, of course. Upon first glance, one might think he was all hard planes and muscle; but when he relaxed, all of that hard muscle melted into the best pillow you could imagine, your body perfectly molded to his. It figures it’s during one of these cuddling sessions that you finally rile him up enough to feel some... hardness.
Another “covert” mission, which left Wrecker out of the loop. You didn’t want him to be alone, so you’d said you’d stay at the ship with him. If they needed you to drop in, you could; better to bring a smaller group for these types of things anyways, and Tech was known to be able to drag one of their sorry asses back to the ship if they needed a medic. So you and Wrecker stayed at the ship. For awhile you’d tried to be productive; you went through your kit and all other medical supplies and updated your lists for when you made it to a market or back to Kamino for restocking. But Wrecker was doing what he usually did when left behind; “recharging”. The clone was stretched out in the cargo hold, originally to keep you company while you did inventory, but quickly fell asleep. When Tech had commed you to tell you that things had gone according to plan and that they’d be returning in a few hours, you figured you deserved a break and shucked your armor so you could cuddle up next to Wrecker. You wedged yourself between his side and his arm, resting your head on his meaty shoulder.
You don’t know how much time has passed since you’d decided to cuddle up next to Wrecker for a nap, but nothing seems amiss when you blink your bleary eyes open. At first, you can’t tell what woke you up, but as the world comes back into focus, you realize how hot your body feels, and how hard Wrecker is breathing behind you. You’d shifted in your sleep, wrapping yourself around Wrecker’s massive arm, and you realize now that the position leaves Wrecker’s giant hand right against your crotch. As the realization hits you, you also come to realize why your body is so hot- you’re completely flushed, and there is a wet heat pooling between your legs, against Wrecker’s hand. Wrecker doesn’t seem to notice that you’ve woken up, and is stiff as a board as he lays on his back on the floor. You freeze as well, wondering if maybe by some blessing he is still asleep.
“Wrecker…?” You whisper, staring ahead to the wall of the cargo hold. Wrecker’s answering mumble sounds even more coarse than usual, something you’d thought impossible.
“Yeah?”
“Was I…?”
“Yeah… I was afraid to wake you up..”
Your whole body goes rigid before you scramble up to a sitting position, turning to look at him finally. He’d sat up to be more level with you, but he doesn’t look your way, instead turning his flushed face slightly away.
“Oh Stars, Wreck- I’m so, so sorry! Why didn’t you stop me- wake me up?” You’re mortified. Not because you wouldn’t want to be with Wrecker in that way, of course, but because you took pleasure from him without his consent. Wrecker rubs the back of his head bashfully and bites his lip.
“I don’t mind… I just didn’t want to.. Take advantage of you, you know? So I just waited.”
Oh this sweet, sweet boy. He would have let you take your pleasure on his hand and probably wouldn’t have said anything to you if he thought you’d be upset. With how heavy he is breathing and that absolutely adorable flush on his cheeks, you know he’s wound up. Maybe you should repay the favor, finally take this giant for a ride like you’ve wanted to since the first time you saw him.
You move closer to him and slide your hand up his arm. He was still fully armored, having fallen asleep when the both of you were waiting in the wings for the rest of the Batch. He’s watching you now, and the look in his eye is so conflicted. That concerns you, so you pull your hand away and he whines. What a beautiful sound.
“Wrecker?” He finally meets your gaze. “Can I touch you?” He nods slowly. You reach forward again and slide your hand over his armored chest, your fingers dipping down to brush against the small sliver of uncovered flesh on his neck. When your hand continues to move upwards to cup his jaw, he leans into it and closes his eyes contentedly. You think you’re melting- he’s just too damned precious- you want more of him. You can’t take it anymore, while his eyes are closed, you lurch forward and press a chaste kiss to his lips before you can talk yourself out of it. You don’t get the chance to lean back; Wrecker’s hand grasps the back of your neck and holds you to him, and you relax in his grip and deepen the kiss. This kiss is sweet, just as sweet as Wrecker, soft and slow. He doesn’t press for more, letting you set the pace, but opens up when you prod at his lip with your tongue and whimpers when he finally tastes you. If you’re not careful, you’re sure you could get drunk on his sounds alone. You hastily climb into his lap, wanting to press yourself fully against him, but when Wrecker makes a pained sound you go stiff and lift yourself off of him, unsure what you’ve done to hurt him.
“No- no, beautiful… I just.. I need to get this armor off.” He mumbles, reaching for his codpiece. You shift back on your heels to get out of the way as the bit of plastoid is removed. What lies beneath makes your jaw go slack. You’d always figured Wrecker might be… proportionate to his size, but this man is beyond blessed. The sight of him leaves you salivating, and you’ve only seen the outline of him through his blacks. Wrecker clearly mistakes your awed silence for apprehension.
“W-we don't have to-..” He starts but you silence him with another kiss.
“Nuh-uh. You’re not teasing me like that.. But I want the rest of this off.” You whisper against his lips as your hands fumble with the clasps of his cuirass. You can feel Wrecker’s smile against your lips as he starts helping you remove his armor. Soon enough you’re both stripped down to your blacks, but you continue on and start to tear his body glove open, and he laughs. His laugh is so contagious, you can’t help but break away to join him before offering a bashful smile. “Sorry.. I’m just excited.”
Wrecker hums and runs his hands up your spine, bringing you back in for another slow kiss. Then his hands are gently tugging at the closures of your body glove and peeling it away from you. You follow his lead, attempting to be as patient as he is surprisingly being. When you’re both stripped to your hips, you both let your hands wander. His smooth over your hips and up your sides before cupping your breasts. Yours map his chest, fingertips brushing over every scar before dipping down to feel the ridges of his abs. Wrecker surprises you again by not tearing your bra from you, he delicately (as delicately as Wrecker can be with hands that big) unclasps it and pulls it off of you and then leans back to take you in.
“Wow…” He says, looking completely awestruck by your form. You can feel yourself flush even hotter beneath his reverent gaze, so you try to distract yourself by palming his cock through his blacks. Wrecker’s lids flutter closed for a second and he lets out a quiet grunt.
“Since when am I more impatient than you?” You tease, running your fingers over the outline of him for a few more moments before climbing out of his lap and standing before him. You wiggle out of the rest of your clothing and Wrecker does the same, lifting his hips off the floor to get out of the lower half of his blacks, but never looking away from you. You unconsciously wet your lips with a flick of your tongue as you take in the sight before you. Wrecker is completely bared to you, and fuck, you want to put your mouth on him. So you do.
You fall back to your knees between his spread legs and lean forward, taking the tip into your mouth and swirling your tongue over it. The sound Wrecker makes sends a ripple of desire through your body, settling between your legs at the end of its journey. You don’t get long to get comfortable though, because a moment later you’re lifted off of Wrecker’s cock and are flipped around. Wrecker handles you so easily, you might as well be a doll to him. He lays back and settles you over his chest, your knees bracketing his head and your head hovering over his cock where you wanted to be.
You dive back in without hesitation, taking as much of him into your mouth as you can on one pass and slurp noisily on it. You press your chest down into his abdomen to support yourself and rest your forearms on his hips, allowing both hands to be free to work him, settling one hand on his base to work what doesn’t fit in your mouth and your other hand cupping his balls. You hum deeply with wrecker nudging the back of your throat when you feel him swipe his flattened tongue over your core. Before long you’re both moaning needily and making an absolute mess of each other; you’re pretty sure he has slick and spit dripping down his throat and chest with how well he works you, and Wrecker’s cock slides easily between your lips and fingers with how you drool on it. You’re glad you’d centered your weight over his hips, because it means when his hips twitch and thrust beneath you, that he doesn’t manage to skewer you.
One of Wrecker’s thick fingers gathers some of your slick and is about to press into you but you whine and pull your hips away, leaving him very confused.
“I gotta get you ready, babe..”
You pull off of him and resettle in his lap again, leaning over him to taste yourself on his lips. He still looks confused, but he kisses you back, your arousal smearing over your chin. You grind down on him, his cock sliding between your folds as you begin rocking along his length, the head nudging your clit on longer strokes.
“I don’t want anything but your cock in me, Wreck.” You whisper into his mouth. He pulls back, looking concerned.
“It’s not gonna fit.”
“Just let me try.”
“You’re going to hurt yourself…”
“I don’t care, I want to feel you for days after. I want to feel you when I walk around the ship.” You press the first few inches of him into you. “I want you to wreck me.” You both groan, and you press kisses against Wrecker’s chest as you hold yourself there for a few moments. He’s already stretching you, even with all of the lube you’d both provided, you can feel the strain on your hole as you force him in. You’re lifted a bit as Wrecker props himself on his elbows so he can better access your mouth, bending down to crush his lips over yours. You arch up to meet him and the shifting of your weight forces you down on his length a bit further and you squeak at the feeling. Your breaths are coming in haggard puffs from your nose as you slide your lips against his.
You think you can take more, so you do something really dumb; you sit back and drive him home until your ass meets his thighs. Wrecker groans and falls flat on his back, his toes curling and his hands gripping your hips tightly. Your eyes are wide and you’ve gone completely stock still. That hurt.
“I-… I may have made a mistake..” You croak, your hands in tight fists on Wrecker’s abs. He doesn’t even look up at you, his eyes still tightly screwed shut and his breathing ragged.
“Then hop off.”
“Hell no.”
Wrecker makes a sound of frustration and he starts to pull you off of him, but you slap his hands away and sink back down, making you both moan. “Just give me a minute.” You grumble. You trace over where the two of you are joined and try to gather some slick before turning your attention to your clit. It takes a concentrated effort on your part to relax, taking a few deep breaths as you swirl your fingertips over your aching bud. Your efforts are rewarded, though, and you flutter and clench on Wrecker’s length as your body begins to better accept the intrusion.
You’re startled when you’re lifted off the ground; Wrecker had planted his feet and arched off of the floor, carrying you up with his hips as he desperately writhed beneath you. Luckily, you’re fully seated on him and he doesn’t hurt you, but it does add a pressure deep inside of you, nudging at your cervix. The poor man under you is gripping your hips so tightly, shaking with the effort of restraining himself as he feels you ripple on him.
“Wrecker- Wrecker, baby. You gotta relax-”
“You relax!” He whines petulantly, sounding nearly pained. “You’re the one who’s fuckin’ chokin’ me out here…” You feel pretty bad, your impatience clearly making this harder on him, seeing as how he’s trying not to hurt you. You lean down over him again, sliding your hand up his taut abdomen to his chest and following it with tender kisses.
“Come on, baby. I’ll move, I promise- just relax for me.” You coo, still lazily stroking yourself into a more relaxed state. Wrecker lowers himself back down slowly as you whisper soothingly to him, his hands moving from their bruising grip on your hips to sliding up your back and holding you to him. You can feel the subtle trembling of them as they move. Now that your partner has relinquished control again, you grind your pelvis back and forth experimentally. The feeling is heavenly- clearly for both of you, as Wrecker lets out another shuddering groan. You both know you can’t handle any deep thrusts, so you continue to rock against him, stirring up your insides with him and bringing yourself to a quick end. “Wrecker- oh, fuck, Wreck- I’m gonna-”
“Please-”
Wrecker’s strangled plea shoots through you like a bolt of electricity, straight to your clit, and you curl up on top of him, your forehead pressing against his chest and your back arching towards the ceiling. It feels like every muscle is pulled taut inside of you, twisting and making your body go completely rigid while heat explodes from your center, and then you fall boneless onto Wrecker’s prone form. Your ears are ringing, but you can clearly tell that Wrecker is worked up, as his chest heaves beneath you and his hands continue to shake as they press into your back and hold you close as you come down. When your hearing returns you can hear him whimpering and feel his hips shifting minutely beneath you, trying to get friction as your aftershocks wring around him. You weakly lift your head to look at him apologetically.
“I’m sorry, Wreck, I don’t think I’ll be able to keep going on top.”
But Wrecker doesn’t seem upset when he lifts himself back up on his elbows to look down at your spent body. He instead pulls you against him again as he sits up. You whine breathlessly as the change of angle presses deeply into you and you swear you feel him twitch at the sound. Wrecker places soft kisses on your cheeks and forehead as he holds you close, letting you come down from your high.
“You ok if I take over?” Maker, this man is too sweet. You nod, your head feeling loose on your neck. With your permission, Wrecker shifts himself beneath you and sits up taller before gently guiding your legs around his waist. You wrap your arms around his neck for better balance and you feel his massive paws settle on the backs of your thighs, able to span across the entirety of them and palming them firmly. With a soothing kiss against your temple, Wrecker lifts you halfway off of him before bringing you back down. Even such a small movement threatens to knock the air from your lungs and you gasp against his neck. “You ok?”
You whine a bit and weakly grind your hips in his grasp as answer, before turning your attention to his neck and nipping at the tender spot below his ear. This seems to be enough of an answer for him, and he starts moving you along his cock in a steady rhythm, clearly happy to finally be able to get the stimulation he so desperately needs. Somewhere in the back of your hazy mind it registers how easily Wrecker is using your body, sheathing himself in you like a toy. The thought sends a shiver through you and you moan wantony into his thick neck.
“More…” you beg, cupping his scratchy jaw in one of your tiny hands and pulling him into a heated kiss, licking into him and swallowing his answering moan. Wrecker does exactly as you ask, pulling you to near-emptiness and then hilting himself in you with each stroke. Somehow the angle still manages to catch your clit against his body on occasion, and it makes you burn, still so sensitive from your first orgasm. It’s a maddening rhythm, igniting every nerve in you and pulling Wrecker down with you as you both rapidly approach your peaks.
“I love you- always loved you.” Wrecker mumbles, pulling back just enough to gaze deeply into your eyes, his glassy with emotion as he gasps for breath. Your brows furrow and tears blur your vision but you hastily blink them away and beam at him, caressing his cheek with your free hand and bringing him back in for another hasty kiss.
“Love you, Wreck… Cum with me- please, need it-” You press your forehead to his and watch as his face twists with pleasure. You miraculously go over the edge with him, pressing as much of yourself against him as you can as he grinds you against his stuttering hips. “Fuck, Wrecker! Love you so fucking much!” You cry, your toes curling at his back and your cunt milking him for everything he’s worth.
You’re both shaking by the end of your shared release, holding each other tight and slotting your lips together. You don’t ever want to move, just let Wrecker hold you like this forever. You think he must feel the same way, because he makes no moves to move you off of his softening cock, and just hums contentedly against your lips. But, as things so often go, your moment is interrupted by the blaring of your commlink. Attempting to stay pressed against your lover, you reach out, barely managing to reach your clothes with your fingertips and pulling the device free.
“Yes?” You ask, annoyance somewhat seeping into your tone.
“You two done?” Crosshair’s teasing drawl crackles through the comm. “We’re all tired.” You flush, wondering how loud you’d been screaming for Wrecker if they heard it outside of the ship.
“No. Go away.”
Wrecker at least laughs, a full-bellied howling laughter that shakes your frame. Hunter cuts through on the comm and says your name warningly.
“Put your dick away, we’re coming in.” Echo groans, sounding exhausted. Well, you tried. You pull yourself free as you hear the ramp descend for the rest of your team. After you’ve both dressed in your blacks, Wrecker pulls you against him for another kiss.
“Did you mean it…?” He asks, his cheeks tinted pink again. You brush your fingers across the web of scars at his temple and smile.
“I’ve always loved you, Wrecker.”
With the way he smiles, you know he believes you.