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The Bad Batch Appreciation Week 2024 Day 1: Almost Getting Caught

Summary: You're a non-clone supply officer assigned on Barton IV. Commander Mayday and you have some fun in the stacks.

Screencap by ghostymarni

A/N: Hi! I’m a long-time reader, first-time writer. When I discovered @tbb-appreciation-week, I wanted to give Mayday more love ever since he graced our screens in season 2. Also, the dialogue links go to Mayday's voice, thanks to TheShapeShifterVA. Enjoy!

Trigger Warnings: nsfw, sexual content, smut, explicit, pussy eating, cunnilingus, AFAB!reader

Brr… you think to yourself as you clench your jaw to keep your teeth from chattering. Another batch of crates just arrived on Barton IV and as the resident non-clone supply officer, it was your job to check them in and update the inventory. The mundane task wouldn’t’ve been a problem, except you were just an Ensign and also didn’t know what the inventory was, just like the clones defending the depot.

Your thoughts wander to the first raid you experienced on the planet. You were scared shitless as a fresh academy graduate, but that didn’t stop you from defending yourself. Nor did the fear stop you from shooting the raider sneaking behind Commander Mayday as he came to check on you.

Mayday removed his helmet and nudged the dead raider with his blaster. With a smoldering look in his eyes, he confirmed you saved his life. And he showed his gratitude to you again and again that night in your bunk. 

He’s been yours ever since.

As if your daydreams summoned him, Mayday rounds the corner.

“Workin’ hard, Beautiful?” he asks, casually pinning you against the wall of crates you’re examining from the manifest. You grin as you feel the length of his body press against yours and his arm caging you in place. 

“Mm-hmm,” you hum as you tilt your head to the side. Mayday takes advantage of your exposed skin and plants warm kisses down your jawline. “I was just thinking of taking a break and dragging you off to eat.”

“Eat, eh? That’s not a bad idea. But food isn’t what I had in mind,” Mayday says gruffly, continuing to mouth at your neck.

Your breath hitches at the implication. “Here? Now?”

“Oh yes,” Mayday breathes in your ear. His free hand falls to your waist and pulls you even closer to his armored form. “Tell me now if you don’t want it.”

“I definitely want to, but what if-”

“Good girl,” Mayday cuts you off. With practiced ease, he unbuckles your belt, letting it clatter loudly to the ground. You startle at the noise, and Mayday takes advantage of your distraction and spins you around so you’re facing him.

Your surprised gasp is silenced by a heated kiss as Mayday presses his lips against yours. You smile into it, relishing the feeling of Mayday’s beard against your cold skin. He’s always so warm. You entwine your arms around Mayday’s neck and run your fingers through his hair. He groans into you as he feels you tug at the strands.

Breaking away, Mayday smirks confidently at you as he slowly sinks down before you. Nothing is more erotic than seeing your Commander on his knees before you. His gloved hands reach for your boot.

“Just one for right now, yeah? No time to be slow-like,” he says, tugging at the boot.

“Just what every girl wants to hear,” you tease. You kick off the boot as if it offended you. How dare it get in the way of you and your lover.

Mayday chuckles softly and a visceral shiver runs down your spine at his gruff voice. “Don’t worry, Beautiful. I’m going to take good care of you right now.” 

His hands return to your waist and your breathing quickens as he slowly peels down your fleece pants. Your teeth chatter as your skin erupts in goosebumps from the exposure to the cold air within the depot. 

You fight the urge to close your eyes as Mayday grips your newly freed leg behind your knee and hooks it behind his shoulder. He begins to press kisses against your thighs, working his way up to your heated core at a glacial pace.

“I thought- thought you said we had no time,” you pant. His beard tickles your soft skin and your hips buck under his hands impatiently. Your fingers weave into his hair and you give a fruitless tug. 

Mayday smirks up at you, peeking above the apex of your core into your eyes. He’s completely unbothered by your impatience. 

”I’m not bein’ slow, but I’m not hurryin’ either. Besides,” he says, “I love seeing how drippin’ wet you get for me.” His hungry gaze moves down and takes in your excitement trickling down. “We’re just getting started, Beautiful.”

Mayday’s tongue swipes up and down your folds, his varying strokes driving you wild. You thread your fingers into his hair again and pull him closer to you. Pleasure fizzes through your veins as he swirls his tongue over your clit. You can hear how much wetter you’ve gotten as Mayday pulls the filthiest, sloppiest sounds from your pussy. 

A throaty groan escapes you as Mayday nibbles at your clit. “Keep quiet, Beautiful,” he reprimands as he pulls away slightly. “Unless you want my brothers seein’ you gettin’ eaten out by their commander.”

You glance around in alarm, your hand flying to your mouth to muffle your gasp. You’d forgotten any trooper or droid could round the corner and see your intimate position. But you couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through you - or hide the evidence of your desire weeping out of you at the thought of being caught. 

Mayday eyes twinkle as he laps at the additional wetness trickling down your thigh and nips at the tender skin. A soft eep escapes you from the tiny but sharp pain. 

“Eyes on me, Beautiful.”

You refocus on Mayday’s handsome face between your legs. His hair is mussed from your hands and you see nothing in his eyes except for pure desire. You fall in love with him a little more at that look. He dives eagerly back into your pussy, easily working you up again. Your thighs tremble against his head and you feel waves of erotic ecstasy build throughout your body. You soar even higher, but you hear something beyond the blood pounding in your ears-

The soft tap tap tap of approaching footsteps.

Your eyes widen with horror, but Mayday looks up at you with a mischievous twinkle in his. He sucks at your clit more intensely. You tug frantically at his hair while your legs threaten to close around him. Mayday growls against you and ruthlessly holds you open to the continued onslaught of his lips, tongue, and teeth. Your head falls back helplessly as you feel your clit throb in the hold of his gentle bite, the pain creating an intoxicating mix of sensations within you.

“Where’s the Commander got to?” You hear a trooper ask. You don’t know if he’s gotten closer or farther away. You can’t even tell if he’s right next to you because Mayday is making you feel so good. “We’ve got another briefing about those damned raiders.”

Exhilarated by the clandestine situation and Mayday’s continued ministrations, your orgasm barrels toward you. You stop caring about what could happen and focus on Mayday. Only Mayday. 

The agonizing pleasure within you finally peaks, you succumb to your climax which is only made more intense as you struggle to contain your cries. A tiny whimper escapes you and Mayday chuckles against you as he slows his tongue and gently brings you down. 

“Are- are- are they gone?” you gasp. As you relax into your post-orgasm high, your hearing slowly returns and you hear only silence. 

Mayday smirks confidently at you as he fixes your uniform and rises to his feet. “Nothing to worry about, Beautiful.”

“You’re dangerous,” you mutter. You entwine your arms around his neck.

“And you like it. And I think you would’ve liked getting caught too,” Mayday murmurs as he leans in for a kiss. 

“Maybe…yes…” you hum as you return the kiss, enjoying the taste of yourself on his lips. You breathe out a soft laugh and know that he’s right.