Star Wars Guys x Reader

Your Place Or Mine: Cad Bane x Reader

A/N: for some reason even tho i love cad i had so much trouble writing this and coming up with ideas so i'm sorry, this is like horny cad x horny reader soooo be warned

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, violence, mentions of fingering and shit because this is a horny type of fic,

Word count: 1299

You were mildly annoyed when the stupid Rodian sat in the booth opposite you. You'd specifically picked the booth because it was in the shadows, out of most people's view, but you guess this guy is just extra. You only accepted him for a free drink or two, and now he's leaning forward, staring intently into your eyes as you disinterestedly return his gaze. He chatters on about how wonderful you are, how pleasing he'll be to you, and you absently pick at your nails, drowning out the noise of his slimy voice with your own thoughts and an occasional swig of spotchka.

You're tilting your head back, downing the last dregs of your drink, when a familiar wide brimmed hat catches your eyes, and you freeze, glass halfway from your mouth to the surface of the table. You recognise that stride, the proud, confident roll of those shoulders.

Shit, why does he always turn up when you're trying to think of anything but him?

He hasn't looked your way yet, but you know for certain he knows you're here. The Rodian says your name to regain your attention, and you glance disdainfully at him, wondering if you should inform him that he's been here long enough yet, or if you should let him stay a little longer, hopefully in return for another drink.

'Are you okay, sweetheart?' He croons, and you barely stop yourself from cringing.

'Uh, I'm fine.'

'You sure are,' he answers, and you can't stop the grimace on your face this time.

'I think - '

'Simply divine,' the Rodian continues, and you clench your teeth when a hand slides onto your thigh, under the table.

'Alright, I think you should leave now,' you tell him.

'What? Why?' The fingers on your thigh tighten.

'Because if you don't, I'll make you,' you answer tightly, smiling innocently at him.

'Are you sure you can, little lady? You don't seem like the type - '

'Don't call me that,' you spit. 'There's only one man who's allowed to call me that, and he is definitely not you. Now, I'm going to give you one more chance - '

'Aw, c'mon, little lady -'

Swiftly, you slap the hand on your thigh and yank yourself away from him. Smiling through clenched teeth, you glare at the Rodian, standing and walking over to his side of the booth. Glaring down at him, you stare him in the eyes.

'You've outstayed your welcome, little Rodian, and now I think it's time for me to help you leave.'

He stands, probably to try and placate you, probably bent on staying, and you grab his wrist as he reaches for you and twist until he yelps in pain. You widen your stance a little, planting your feet on the floor, and as the man takes a step towards you, annoyed, you flip him over your head and right out of your booth. Groaning, he picks himself up, holding his back, and you stare coolly after him as he limps off.

Dusting your hands off, you nod at the barkeeper, who raises a sceptical eyebrow at you, and plonk yourself back down. With a sigh of relief, you kick your feet up on the table, and before you're even aware of eyes on you, you're turning your head to meet someone's gaze.

Your heart skips a beat.

His red eyes glow slightly in the shadow of his hat, and you shift apprehensively in your seat before throwing on a grin. Beckoning him over, you lean back in the booth as he approaches, giving him your most charming smile. With a grunt, he slouches and kicks his feet up on the table too, so the toe of his boots are nudging yours.

'I hope that smile ain't just fer free drinks, li'l lady.'

His familiar, gravelly voice sends a shiver down your spine. Since you last spoke, you've played that voice over and over in your head, wishing he was sitting in front of you like he is now. Shaking your head and laughing quietly, you smirk at him.

'Haven't seen you in a while, Cad. Where've you been?'

He shrugs. 'Hunting.' He leans forward, a mischievous tilt to his grin, as if he's sharing a secret with you. 'Let me request ya somethin' of ya, li'l lady. I know ya want me to.'

He pauses for dramatic effect, and you raise a brow. 'Sometime before daybreak, Bane.'

'Fine,' he replies. 'Come with me on my next hunt.'

'Seriously?' You laugh derisively, even though your heart leaps. 'Only if we split it fifty fifty.'

'Anything ya want, li'l lady.' He smiles, voice deepening. 'But only if ya beat up bastards who shouldn't be touchin' ya like that fuckin' Rodian sleemo back there.' He pauses, tilting his head. 'Or ya let me teach them a lesson instead.'

The way he's speaking makes your head spin. Like he wants you. Like he needs you. Like you're his. Your breathing becomes faster, shaky gasps in and out, your heart beat pounding in your ears. You don't know how to respond to that - sure, you've been on hunts with Cad before, and sure, you flirted shamelessly all the time, but the intensity of his gaze from the shadow of his hat, the way his long blue fingers grip the table - it makes your stomach flutter.

He must see it in your eyes, because he moves his feet off the table and slides around the booth to your side. You don't know how he manages to do so so fucking tauntingly because suddenly your hypnotised by the movements of his body, and you can't tear your gaze off him. And he knows it.

Fingers wrap around your chin, tilting your eyes up to his, and your breath catches in your throat. He's so close, close enough that you're beginning to wonder if he can sense that you could hardly get your mind off him since you last met, close enough that you can feel his breath on lips, close enough that you could kiss him -

'Ya know, I was wonderin' if I'd meet ya here.'

'Mhm,' you reply, barely breathing.

'And I was thinking 'bout the way ya used to touch yerself when ya thought I couldn't hear.'

You freeze, eyes widening. 'I - '

'Now, don't ya go makin' excuses, li'l lady.'

Your mouth snaps shut. He laughs, watching you like a loth cat watches a mouse as you squirm in your seat. His right hand slides down your side to trace over your hip, and now, even if you wanted to, you couldn't breathe, because fuck he's touching you, and the way he's looking at you has your head spinning -

'That got ya quiet, didn't it?' He teases, leaning a few agonising millimeters closer.

'Bane,' you snarl. 'Anytime now.'

He chuckles. 'No need to be impatient, li'l lady. I've wanted to do this for a while.'

You go for his lips, and at the last moment, duck your head down and latch your mouth onto his neck. He snarls, hand flying up to fist in your hair, and you smirk against him, nipping lightly at his blue skin as you push his coat collar to the side.

'Maker, I forgot yer never one to - '

He moans out a few Durese curses as your tongue flicks out against his skin, his grip on your hair becoming iron. Putting your hand on his thigh to steady yourself, you drag your teeth over the cord of muscle down the side of his neck, thoroughly enjoying the shivers that rack his body as you do so. You pause for a second, glancing up at his face, gleefully taking in the way it's twisted in effort to hold in any stray moans.

'So, Bane, what is it? Your place or mine?'