J.C. An unlikely love story (Thrawnxf!reader)

Forbidden desires

You groan, hiding your head under your pillow. But the pounding continues. Fuck. You rise from your bed and drag your feet to the door.

"Coming!" You grumble.

It's really not the moment. You passed your time crying and mourning your relationship, you're in no mood to listen to a finicky neighbor.

"What!?" You demand, opening your door violently.

You froze.

Thrawn is standing here, panting and disheveled like he runned all the way here.

"Thra-"

He cuts you, taking your face in his hands and his lips crash on yours without warning. Your eyes widen incredulous. He pushes you inside and the door locks after him.

It takes you a second to grasp the gravity of the situation.

Your superior is kissing you like a starving man.

Your friend, in whom you had full trust, is kissing you despite you being engaged, being promised to another man. This is wrong. This is bad. This is morally reprehensible.

So why?

Why?

Why you don't care?

He pushes you further, against a wall and embraces you, his hands sliding at the back of your head and the low of your back. He takes a fistfull of your hair and grasps the fabric of your pajamas. His lips move against yours, implacable, when you can't take it anymore you gasp for air and he takes advantage of your open mouth to slide his tongue inside and deepens the kiss.

You first tried to push him back, your hands on his chest, but your hits gradually let place to pathetic whimpers and grasping of his white uniform under his open coat. You hesitantly respond to his kiss and he growls in response.

Then

Something switched.

You seize his face and press you harder against him, ruffling his hair even more, you grasp him however you can, digging your nails in the fabric and his skin.

Damn be the consequences.

Damn everyone.

You jump in his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. He sighs appreciatively. He throws you down your bed, you didn't even noticed he carried you into your bedroom too lost into the sensations and the kiss, crawling over you with a hiss, he slides his hands under your top and lifts it up, revealing your breasts. Still kissing you, he kneads them gently, circling your buds with his thumbs. You feel goosebumps on your exposed skin but don't stop him. He peppers kisses on your chin and neck, slowly going down towards your mounds , he licks them avidly and takes one in his mouth, playing with one with his tongue and massaging the other, pinching it lightly and earning a strangled gasp from you. You stroke his hair, holding the back of his head, squirming under his weight, caressing his shoulders and moaning, or trying to hold them back as best you can.

His second hand caresses its way down your side to your waist and at the hem of your shorts. He grops your ass from under you and starts licking his way down from your chest to your navel and to your pubic mound, looking straight into your eyes like he dared you to stop him. This unashamed behavior sends you into fire, your cheeks burn, your heart misses a beat and accelerates and your core is set ablaze. He plays with the hem of your shorts a bit and slides it off of your hips expertly leaving you in your panties. You see what you wore and hide your face in your hands, those are not your most alluring panties. But he doesn't mention it and kisses you just over them.