(I have no idea what demon possessed me to write this, but here you go. Enjoy lol)

Crosshair x male!reader
⚠️NSFW⚠️
••You catch Crosshair's eye while serving tables at 79's and he simply can't ignore you.

You had caught Crosshair staring several times before, though you never let him see it. After the seventh time, however, the urge to just see what he wanted was irresistible. Approaching clones without the intention of taking their order or delivering drinks was a big no-no at 79's—unless you wanted to be pranked or lovingly pulled somewhere private.

Considering those options, the second one sounded far more appealing since you secretly had a crush on him. You'd never admit it out loud, though—at least not with customers around. Just thinking about what the other clones would do if they saw the two of you together made your head hurt.

At the same time, however, you really wanted him and didn't care who saw you.

So, you finally caved and made your way over.

He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, chewing on a toothpick as usual. The rest of the Batch shared drinks at a nearby table, but he seemed to have no interest in joining them. His eyes flicked up to meet yours once he noticed you approaching and the slightest hint of a smile tugged on the corner of his lips.

"Need something?" He asked, raising a brow.

Fuck, he was even hotter up close.

"No." You casually answered, ignoring the fact that your palms were starting to sweat. "I just wanted to tell you that you're not very subtle."

His smirk grew. "What can I say? When I see something I like, it's hard to look away."

His words sent a dizzying rush through your core. He was... interested in you? You thought he was simply being a tease—staring just for the fun of it with no real intentions. You'd been stared at by many during your time working at 79's, but none of them ever meant something until now. However, that splinter of doubt within you wondered if this was all some sort of sick joke.

It seemed like something Crosshair would do, and the thought of it made your guts twist.

"Psh, you don't mean that." You finally managed to say, heat lingering in your cheeks as you looked away. "Why don't I just get you a drink so you can join the others over there?"

His expression briefly shifted into that of surprise. Then, his eyebrows furrowed together in a frown as he pushed himself off the wall and stood far too close.

"I don't want a drink." His voice was low and husky, and you could feel his breath against your ear. "I want you."

You felt a shiver travel down your spine and shakily exhaled. This didn't feel real. In that moment, you weren't caught up in the hustle and bustle of the late night crowd, you were in another world that Crosshair had pulled you into—a world with just you and him.

"You want me too, don't you?" He continued, sounding curious and almost hurt. You half-expected him to touch your hand or slide his arm around your waist to pull you closer, but he did neither. "I've seen the way you look at me—the way you act when I'm around. I see everything, Y/N. You know that."

"Yes..." You pursed your lip to keep it from quivering. There was no way you could sneak off with him without being spotted, but at that point you didn't care. Fuck it. "Alright. Follow me."

You stepped away from him and started walking towards a hall that led to the back rooms. The flashing lights and blaring music were almost disorienting despite you being used to them. All you could think about was what would happen the moment the two of you were behind closed doors.

Other couples hid their make-out sessions in the darker corners of the hall—mostly clones and the exotic partners they managed to charm despite their obvious drunkenness. You thought they were stupid for thinking they'd have privacy back there. Being an employee meant you had access to the rooms in the back, which meant one of those storage closets was about to be turned into a steamy romance scene.

It wasn't its intended purpose and you'd probably get in trouble with your boss for doing so, but you felt that you deserved something nice for once.

Not even ten seconds after you locked the door behind you, Crosshair pinned you against the wall. His lustful brown eyes gazed into yours in an almost pleading manner, asking for permission. You gave in to your desires and met his lips in a passionate kiss that quickly turned hungry.

Meanwhile, his fingers fumbled with the buttons of your shirt while your hands held onto his belt, making sure he stayed close to you.

"F-Fuck... Mm~" A soft moan escaped as you parted for air, only to instantly go back for more.

Crosshair finally managed to unbutton your shirt and nearly ripped it off of you. You helped him pull off the top of his blacks, while his pants and his leg armor still remained—for now.

After a few more minutes of heated make-outs, Crosshair slowly pulled away from your lips and shifted his focus to your neck. As he scouted out the best spots to place his kisses, one scar in particular caught his attention.

"How did you get this?" He murmured, still panting as he gently ran his thumb along the raised ridge of scar tissue that was usually hidden by the collar of your shirt.

You tilted your head back and closed your eyes for a moment. "A customer got angry with me for serving him cheap liquor, even though it was all he could afford, and he decided to pull a knife."

He glanced up at you, then leaned in to press a tender kiss to the scar. "I would've taught him a lesson."

"I know." You said, shivering as chills ran down your spine. A smile then tugged on your lips. "Don't worry. I kicked his ass."

Crosshair smiled against your neck and gave the scar another kiss before moving to another spot. His kisses started out slow and sweet, lingering in the spots that pleasured you just right. Every now and then, you'd feel a slight nip from his teeth or a bit of suction as he left a trail of kisses from your scar all the way down to your collarbone.

When he returned to the original spot to start over, he went in with renewed intensity and hunger. He kissed and sucked at your skin, focusing on leaving his mark on the more sensitive spots.

You couldn't contain yourself, a breathy moan escaping through your parted lips as you tilted your head back even further. Your back arched as pleasure jolted through your burning hot core.

"Oh~.. Crosshair... mnn..~"  You moaned, sliding your arms around his neck and running your fingers through his soft curls.

"What, mesh'la?" He purred as he nuzzled the side of your neck.

Maker, this was so humiliating, yet so exhilarating at the same time. It was a dream come true.

"More.." You whispered breathlessly, craving more of his touch. "I want— I need more... please~"

"Are you sure you can handle that?" He asked, his breath hot against your skin. It was a sincere question, but the way he said it made your knees weak.

"Yes..! Yes yes yes.. please..." You begged. Maker, you needed him so fucking badly. "I can't tell you how long I've been waiting for this. Fuck me, Crosshair, please!"

He pulled away from your neck and looked at you, his eyes full of love, lust, and desire. Smiling, he brushed his knuckles against your cheek.

"In a moment. Let's have some more fun, first~." He purred seductively, leaning in to silence you with a kiss before you could protest.

You couldn't resist the power of the pleasure that was coursing through you. Your eyes fluttered shut and you tightened your grip on his curls as you melted into the kiss, hungrily returning it.

After making out and leaving hickeys on each other in places they wouldn't be seen, Crosshair finally decided to move forward. You felt him starting to unfasten your belt and eagerly helped by removing his belt and tossing it aside. Once everything was gone, he bent you over one of the storage crates and started fucking you right then and there.

His thrusts were brutal and fast—unlike anything you had ever experienced—but they felt so fucking good. He had his hand on the back of your neck to keep your head pinned to the crate, though any discomfort caused by the position was instantly washed out by waves upon waves of intoxicating pleasure.

At this point, you didn't care how loud you got. No one could hear anything over the blasting music unless they pressed their ear right up against the door. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the edge of the crate and your body shuddered each time he slammed into you.

"Cross— aAAhh..~" You moaned, blissfully overwhelmed with pleasure. "M-Maker... you feel so fucking good.."

He rewarded you for your praise by hitting a spot that made you cry out. "See?" He grunted as he thrusted into you again, jerking his hips. "This is what a good time is supposed to feel like... and I can give it to you any time you want it, cyar'ika..~"

Hearing him call you that nearly sent you over the edge. Something about him using Mando'a terms of endearment in that husky voice of his made your core throb. God, he made you feel so good—like you were actually worth loving. Years of living in the bitter underworld of Coruscant had beaten you down and working at 79's had become your way to escape it all for a while, but you had always been hopeful that one day someone would finally choose you.

Tonight, Crosshair had chosen you. You were his.

He kept going for as long as he could, whispering dirty teases and sweet nothings in your ear as he thrusted into you over and over again. Eventually, he gave one final jerk of his hips and finished with a few moans of his own. At the same time, you were pushed over the edge by the overwhelming pleasure and stars filled your vision as you finished with him.

The two of you rested in silence for a few moments, panting heavily to catch your breath, before finally making the move to start cleaning yourselves up. Neither of you had any idea how long you'd been in there, so surely someone was starting to get suspicious. Luckily the storage closet had cleaning supplies in it, so clean-up didn't take too long.

Once everything was back the way it was, you approached Crosshair while he was clipping his belt around his waist and laid a hand on his shoulder.

"Stop by again sometime?" You asked, smiling at him.

He looked over at you, then smiled softly. "Of course." He said before leaning in to give you a tender kiss.

You returned the kiss and pulled away after a moment. "Come on. I'll buy you a drink."

As you headed back to the main room with him, you knew you were going to feel everything tomorrow.