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Crosshair ~ My Favorite Meal

Smut*

Ever since you and the Batch rescued Crosshair from the Empire, he begged to have you for every meal. He complained about how he had been forced to eat nothing but the disgusting regulated food from the Kaminoans, and that he wanted something good. He told you how he wanted to taste nothing but your lips, your body, your juices, for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and every snack in between.

That's how you ended up being his breakfast today.

You let out a raspy groan as his tongue danced over your folds, dragging slowly up your center. His stubble grazed against your thigh as he moved back down to lick again.

"Crosshair..." you moaned, causing him to slowly lift his head again, the short hairs on his chin grazing your folds as he did.

"Yes, cyar'ika?" He asked, his groggy morning voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Kriff, I'm barely awake, can't this-" your sentence was cut off by another moan as he used his nose to spread open your folds, giving his tongue better access to you.

"You were saying?" He mumbled against you, your thighs tightening against his head for a second before relaxing as he slipped his tongue in your entrance.

"Mmm, n-not important," you muttered out, eyes closed tight as you focused on his actions.

He drug his tongue up until it glided over your clit, where he sucked hungrily, pulling more sounds of pleasure from your throat.

His stubble grazed you again as he tilted his head to look at you, face scrunched as you allowed him to take his meal. He let his tongue slip out of his mouth and back into you, going as deep as he could. His nose pressed against your clit as he fucked you with his mouth, licking and sucking anything he could. He did it sloppily, not caring to put on a show. He was hungry, starving, and he didn't want to wait.

"Cross..." you moaned as his tongue seemed to reach deeper inside you. "Maker...you're too good...must be so hungry." He groaned into you in response, the vibrations adding to your pleasure.

"Kriff, Cross, I'm so close..."

He began working faster, sloppier. He slipped his hands up to grip your waist, keeping your body as close to his mouth as he could get it. The wet sounds mixed with his hot breath on you were only adding to the pleasure you were receiving from the sensation of his tongue going between fucking your entrance and clit.

"Cross- I'm, kriff, I'm coming!" You were barely able to get your words out before he gave one last suck, causing you to spill your juices all over his tongue and chin. He hungrily licked it all up, making noise as if to prove a point. When he finished cleaning you up with his mouth, he lifted his head, 5 o'clock shadow of his facial hair brushing at your thighs. You opened your eyes and looked down at him, a smirk plastered to his lips as his chin hair sparkled with your juices.

"You're still my favorite meal," he said, moving up to hover above you.

"Now, what would you like for breakfast, cyar'ika? Food, or me?"