A Favor
delta squad x female!reader oneshot
Tags - fluff. smut. 18+. boot humping. threesome. face fucking. cockyfem!reader. domfem!reader. switch!reader. switch!deltasquad. sub!sev. NO CLONECEST. civilian!reader. armor kink if you squint. anal. rough sex. cuddling. body worship. inexperienced!male.
Author’s note at the end !!
the clones came many rotations ago. and they still haven’t left.
it’s not like they were even doing anything… just, stuck here, it seemed. you only noticed because your father had you go to and from the farm house and into town, towing water over your shoulders and other goods to trade in. you saw them relax in the shade, always huddled together, speaking in hushed voices and looking around with careful eyes. never lingering on one thing for too long.
it was hard to tell them apart, but as the moons came and went, you found it easier to tell the difference. some had distinctive marks, scars that differentiated them from each other. they also had different painted armor— so that helped. but with the sand of your planet, that paint was beginning to chip off.
whenever you passed them in town, you felt their heavy eyes laid upon you. following. but every time you looked back they always huddled right into their circle, speaking in hushed voices. it got annoying, really. it was starting to get on your nerves, not that anything they were doing was actively getting in the way of your work, it was just… so god damn agitating being stared at all the time.
on this particular day you had gotten done with selling the water and crops, taking in whatever you got in return— mostly materials. some credits. you stopped off at one of the cantinas to get a cup of water to suffice you until you got home. the road was long, and hot from the days suns beating down. even when they were going down, the sand was still hot to the touch.
you had just gotten out of the building, rounding the corner into the alley so you could leave by the back entrance of the city gate. you had nothing on you besides your clothes and a small blaster, strapped into your black boot— ready to be grabbed at a moments notice.
the alleyway wasn’t dark yet, you could see the sunset colors reflecting on the building as they went down, making only half the road dark. you kept a hand ready and open, but even then; you couldn’t hear anything. seemed pretty peaceful today. there was some sort of celebration going on in town square, so everyone was pretty busy there. but your family was expecting you home, so you didn’t wanna lag back too long.
a couple rocks kicked up under your boots, echoing down the long, empty, building filled roads. it was easy to get lost in thought, especially when you felt so safe. your planet was a very, very nice place. struggling in ways yes, but beautiful. and your people meant everything to you. you wondered mostly how the celebration was going. the music and dance must be so fun right about now, all the natural light leaving and making way for the pretty lanterns your people liked to paint and string up.
lost in thought about the festival, you didn’t notice the two figures starting to follow you. embarrassingly, it took a bit to notice them. but once you did; there was no scene caused— just continued walking like you didn’t even notice they were there. wasn’t until you picked up speed and flung yourself around the corner did you realize you might be in some trouble. two other figures were coming at you from the opposite end; and you found yourself feeling stuck.
they were blocking every route of escape, and you let that happen; stupid girl. your father taught you better.
quickly and without hesitation, you bent over to pull out the blaster from your boot, other hand ready to pull the blade from your belt the instant you needed it.
they weren’t walking like a threat; you knew what that looked like. there was no ugly confidence in their steps, no weird grins and smirks on their faces. just quietly talking to each other again, taking notice of your stance and the blaster you held.
they got as close to you as they could; the same sets of eyes all looking back at you. but they all said something different, each hiding their own emotions— intentions. they almost looked quite bashful, walking up to you with their eyes casted down and heads kinda hanging low. it confused you, down to the core. made you grip the handle just a little harder.
they didn’t look threatening; but who knew. the most deadly of men always looked unassuming.
when they finally got a comfortable distance from you, one of them picked up their heads to make eye contact with you— then his brothers. then his head went right back down, conversing with the brother next to them. they both shoved each other with their shoulders, like they were trying to choose who was going to talk to you first. you could only imagine what this could be about.
on the opposite side of you; one of the men finally got the guts to step out of line and talk to you. looked to be the “ringleader” of sorts, just by his build… only a little taller and thicker than his brothers.
“we have been… watching you. for some time,” he spoke very bluntly, hesitant with his wording but not stuttering. just cautiously dancing around any… weirder terms. not to say this wasn’t already strange on its own.
you lowered your blaster— which just so happened to be pointed at his chest. with your hand still over the trigger, you kept the small silver weapon by your side, now listening a little more to what they had to say. one ear was listening in on who was talking, the other was keenly listening in on what the two behind you were also up to.
for now; they were still. shifting from foot to foot, anything but eye contact with each other— or you, at least not for too long.
“a favor… is more like” he fiddled with his fingers, thumbing the edge of his helmet. looked very uncharacteristic for a man of such size, one who looked so rough and war-hardened. even his armor was bigger than the regular clones; and while you weren’t too sure what that meant— you knew it meant something of status. a special group of sorts.
they also slightly sounded different than the normal clones. at least this man here did. just a bit deeper, slower in a way; still laced with that annoying confidence they all had. he just did a better job at hiding it.
“a favor? what can a civilian do for the men protecting them?” you quipped back, eyebrow raising as your head clocked to the side. the clone’s eyes were heavily locked on you, jaw clenching and unclenching.
“a lot; if you’re willing” his strong chest rose and fell underneath the chest plate, shifting from leaning on one hip to the other.
“and what’s in it for me? assuming i already know what you need” your grip on your blaster loosened up a bit. knowing what they wanted now wasn’t too difficult to figure out.
“money, we have—” “i don’t want your money.”
you interrupted quickly, now standing with your feet together in front of the tall clone, holding your head high as you spoke to him. “i want extra security for my family. i want an escort for when me and my family go to and from town, and if i somehow wake up one morning with child-”
“you won’t..” one tried to answer quietly from behind you, but you were already too far into your rant to give him the space.
“IF. i want constant income, and for the father to take some sort of responsibility when this war is over.” that last part was just a prayer; a hope. your planet has been occupied for so long, since the very beginning, and you weren’t sure you remembered a time without seeing soldiers everywhere.
the clones eyes were gentle when he finally picked up his head, “deal. just… not in the same room as them.”
the biggest of them payed for the biggest room in the oldest inn. the one that was built when the town was just starting out, once a very popular place, now left behind for criminals that needed a shabby place to hide out. wasn’t the worst place though, the room was nice, the bed was clean, the color of the walls was a little questionable but… who were you to care?
this was probably gonna be the most fun you’ve had in a couple months.
the clone who spoke to you came in first, eyes locked to the floor as he shut the door behind him. he took off his armor in ritualistic fashion, taking off each piece with delicate hands, laying out his helmet on the little dresser that stood in the corner of the room.
he didn’t allow you to help him; when you did try to reach out and touch, he just shrugged you away. turned you around with hands in your shoulders, sitting you back down onto the bed without a word. “stay. i’ve handled this before.”
when he was finally out of everything but the armor on his legs, now just left in a tight black turtleneck. left you a bit dizzy, if you were being honest. no one could lie that the clones were a beautiful line of men, and seeing one like this… well, you weren’t sure it was an everyday sight.
and when he came over to you, all vulnerable looking, big beautiful brown eyes just puppy dog staring at you… made something inside you purr. his body was perfectly sculpted, muscles being hugged tightly by the black undershirt, his waist went in but his hips were still thick— spreading out into even thicker thighs. you knew it was heavy when he walked.
knew it would be even heavier when he was inside you, too.
it wasn’t long before he was standing between your legs, spreading them out quite far with his stance. not that you minded being under such a beautiful man. just… wondered where this was going. did clones even…
he caught your chin in his fingers gently, catching you off guard, making you look directly into his eyes instead of just skimming over them.
“i want you to look at me while we do this,” he spoke in a low voice, like he was cautious of how loud he was. “please.”
you gave your sweetest smile, batting your eyelashes and pressing your chin into his hand. seemed to get a rise out of him; you wanted to get your hands on him… but that bulky armor…
“let me take the rest of this off?” you pressed your cheek against the cold material, keeping your eyes locked on his. “i’ll be careful with it, i promise”
for a while you could see the cogs turning in his brain, lips slightly pursing with thought, you waited for a bit with your hand in his thigh— finger tapping rhythmically.
“keep it on the dresser with the rest of the stuff.” the clone tapped his finger against your soft skin, letting his knuckles graze against the side of your cheek— pushing back the hair from your face.
“yes sir.” you gave a crappy, fake little salute that you always saw the clones doing here and there.
the tall clone stood completely still as you undid all the clasps and straps, shuffling over to the dresser to put everything together. you slowly got down onto your knees in front of him when it came time to take his large boots off, staying on the floor and crawling all the way to the corner of the room to keep them out of the way. without a second thought, you cat crawled all the way back to your spot between his legs, hands resting on his knees.
you were about to start going after his belt with needy hands when he stopped you by the wrists, holding them away from your goal. made you huff a bit dramatically.
“i don’t… want to do anything like that” the explanation he gave after that was weak, not really understandable, but you tried.
“i mean… we can do that… but are you sure? we have time..” you gestured to the room around you, hinting to all the space and the fact that the suns just fully settled. you guys had the whole night.
“i’m sure.” he indeed sounded sure in his statement, like he was putting his foot down. not that you were trying to push, you had no objections either way.
you propped your elbows up on his knees, meeting him halfway in a tight— but very gentle kiss. the clone’s hands curled around your head, getting lost in your hair. this was definitely something you weren’t expecting. what you were honestly hoping for was to be tag teamed in the alleyway, one inside your cunt the other in your mouth. maybe that was in your future- but not tonight. i guess they needed a bit more than wanton sex.
the two of you just stayed there, locked lips and all, tongues dancing around each other rather than fighting for dominance.
the kiss was more than nice. as slow and gentle as a starving man could be, but the little nips of his teeth were welcomed, making you smile into the kiss and chase for more. this would probably go down as the best kiss you’d ever receive, surely nothing could measure up to the way he was cradling your face so dearly— nose bumping up against yours. it just felt so… perfect.
everything seemed to be moving so slow until the clone pulled away, the two of you breathing heavily in the little space between. he grabbed you by your elbows, standing the both of you up right— your knees were a little wobbly from sitting on them for so long. but the clone was more than ready to hold you up, giving you his hand as you stretched out your legs.
“are you.. sure you want to do this?” his voice was suddenly very quiet, more nervous than he’s been all night so far. you didn’t really understand why.
“i’m sure” you squeezed his arm, “but i’d love to at least know your name.. if you feel comfortable enough?”
the clone seemed to cringe, teeth clenching together as his eyes looked for something to stare at; anything but you. its like making eye contact with you was a disease. “you can look at me, you know. i don’t know what they teach you clones but…”
“it’s-” he searched for the words, “it’s not that..and clone names.. i mean they’re always something different and.. strange. i’d think you find it easier-”
“no, no i wouldn’t find it easier.” you spoke matter-of-factly, you’d have your hand on tour hip too if they weren’t steadying yourself on his brick wall of a body.
there was a moment of absolute silence, where you could see the man physically fighting with himself— eyebrows all knitted together, lip slightly curled up like he was disgusted. it was kinda funny.
“boss…?” he finally confessed, looking at you through thick lashes for approval. now that definitely made you outwardly chuckle, because how could you? it’s a name of his own. you weren’t in any position to judge; nor did you feel like it.
“so you are the little ringleader of the group,” you added in a little playful shove, nothing too harsh; nothing that was able to move him anyways. “come on, don’t feel so embarrassed. the handsome face always cancels out whatever you name yourselves”
you crawled into bed before you could catch his reaction, setting and fluffing up the pillows against the headboard. when you deemed it comfortable enough; you sat against the pillows, knees propped up a bit and wide open. you began to wish there was something to watch while boss climbed between your legs, but the inn was a little cheap for that.
didn’t matter anyways; not when he laid his head on your chest, cheek snuggling against the fabric of your shirt, arms wrapping around your middle. palms spreading across your back. wondered if he’d maybe like it better without a shirt between you two, skin-to-skin was always nice… but he just looked so comfortable now.
and by the time you gathered up the courage to say something, boss was in and out of sleep, eyes fighting the heaviness that overcame them. you watched as his eyelashes fluttered, feeling his chest rumbling; heart beating steady. seemed to calm right down when you started playing with his har, nails running down his scalp and to the base of his neck. going down his back at times to draw little circles.
this was all he asked for. didn’t want anything else but to be held in someone’s arms. you sat there for some time, so long that your hand eventually dropped from his head to his back, falling asleep to the sound of his subtle snores.
you woke up to the sound of the door shutting softly, not realizing that you’d actually fallen asleep sent a little shock through your body, especially since you were expecting to feel a weight on top of you. but you were as light as a feather, legs now stretched out, hands resting on your stomach quite neatly.
but someone wasn’t walking out; they were walking in.
his armor was green and banged up from battle, helmet all scratched up from the wind picking up sand. didn’t look any worse than his brothers, but he looked a bit more serious. already stripping himself of his armor without really looking at you. definitely a shock, but who were you to complain?
soon enough two more quietly filed in, making you sit up and rub the sleep away from your eyes. you kinda thought that maybe they’d come in one at a time like boss wanted to… guess he must’ve just been a special case. looks like you were getting what you wanted after all.
the idea alone of taking them all at once sent shivers through your body, wetness already building up between your thighs. you got back up on your knees and crawled to the edge of the bed, sitting on the edge now; watching closely as they moved around. they were in perfect sync with each other, moving in the same ritualistic way as boss.
you wanted to say something; smart, quick witted, anything to break the silence. it was almost too thick, awkward compared to when boss was here. “do i get to know names or do i have to remember colors?”
that might’ve been easier at this point.
one clone pointed to himself, the one who was dressed in green, “fixer”, his hand moved to point to the next, “scorch”, then again— “sev”
you nodded along, eyes fixating on each one. they looked the same; but you could see the small differences. the little scars, the difference with their hair, and now that they bad names; it was easier to tell them apart. now its like they had their own little personalities without having to get to to know them too much.
once they were all down to their blacks, they wasted no time in surrounding you, waiting until you gave them that little look of approval before they started getting handsy. fixer seemed infatuated with your long hair, curling the strands around his finger and tucking them behind your shoulder. even ran his hand down the back of your head like he was petting you.
sev did the same for a bit before running his knuckles across your shoulder, following down your arm until he was on his knees in front of you. he began messing with your belt, eyes still darting up to check on you; making sure nothing changed.
scorch was already pulling his cock out, calloused fingers coming down to squish at your chin; making you look up at him. did all of these men want insane eye contact?
you gave him your best doe eyes, opening your mouth to take his thumb in, tongue curling around the tip as you batted your eyelashes. and just like a school boy, scorch went all red in the face, inhaling so deep you could watch his chest rise. every inch of muscle being defined by the undershirt; just couldn’t look away from it.
they didn’t seem like talkers; but you seriously couldn’t just sit in silence while being looked at like a zoo animal. so you pressed your face more into scorch’s hold, practically nuzzling your cheek against his palm.
“think i’m pretty?” your lips curled into the most knowing smirk, giggling when the look on his face twisted into something even more pathetic. those same puppy dog eyes you saw on boss staring back at you, this time more needy.
he nodded; but you wanted to hear him.
“we’re big enough to use our words, don’t ‘cha think?” in front you could feel sev’s hands running up and down your thighs, just waiting for the moment you would open up your legs a little wider. instead of giving in; you pressed the top of your foot against his bulge.
“yes..” he whined out, biting back his voice as soon as he realized the type of sound he just made.
“awh, so why don’t you tell me how you feel? whole lot easier than me guessing” you spoke as if you were talking to a child, gently, with guidance but not changing the tone. no; you kept your voice low, they seemed to respond to it much better.
“i-” he stuttered as his own hand wrapped around the base of his cock, “i think you’re really fuckin’ pretty…”
“there we go!” you pressed your foot even harsher between sev’s legs, hearing and feeling him whine, grind back like a desperate pet was extremely rewarding. “now what else do you want?”
you began reaching your other hand, the one that wasn’t steady on scorch’s thigh, around to fixer— fingers immediately pressing up against the front of his pants. not having sex for so long made you feel like you’d lost it; but right now it felt as if it all came flooding back. all that confidence and drive you thought was dead…
scorch looked like he just couldn’t form the words, like he wasn’t exactly sure of what he was asking for. made you more sympathetic, more giving when it came to moving his hand out of the way— taking his rather large cock into your hand.
you sat there and ghosted your lips over the tip, keeping those doe eyes locked in on his, “you want this?”
he nodded all too quickly, pupils already blown out without you having to do anything. the sight of his cock alone was enough to make your mouth water, wasting no time in unhinging your jaw to fit him whole.
the other two got jealous very quickly. you could feel fixer hastily spilling himself over the hem of his pants, leading your hand back to where it was— guiding your fingers as they wrapped around his shaft. you imagined he was watching your mouth very intensely, probably wishing you were going down on him rather than his brother. but that was just wishful thinking to keep you excited as you bobbed your head up and down, tongue swirling around the tip— keeping from deep throating him just yet.
you tried your best to move your other hand at a steady pace, fixer making it a little easier by spitting down onto the base of his cock, letting you gather it up in your hands and spread it around. sev, on the other hand, was happily grinding away on your foot; forehead pressed against your knee as his hips stuttered.
scorch’s fingers linked together at the back of your head, using you to keep himself steady; holding himself back from doing anything to hurt you. which was stupid; who didn’t wanna be manhandled by someone like him?
so, you opened your jaw as wide as you could, taking a deep breath as you took all of him in again— but this time you stayed. with your nose pressed against the hair at the base of his cock, cheeks hallowed, breathing as much as you could before choking. when you pulled off, thick strings of saliva kept you two connected— but even while you coughed, your hand didn’t stop pleasing fixer.
“again- again, please” scorch pegged, pushing your head back down, gliding his tip along your glossy lips.
you wanted to compliment him on his manners; but maybe now wasn’t the time.
when you wrapped your lips around him this time, you added a little teeth to it. every so slightly grazing against his cock before your tongue went pressing against the long vein. you gave his tip some more attention as well, flicking your tongue between the slit as you swirled around the head, sucking harshly before letting off with a loud pop.
then; you switched to fixer. finally giving him what he’d been so anxiously waiting for. he was a little more excited than his brother, hands shaky and rough as they grabbed either side of your jaw. fixer practically shoved your face down onto his dick, making you deep throat him on the first go, only letting up when he wanted to. totally in control of the speed and when you bobbed your head, shoving your nose into his abdomen with each thrust into your mouth.
“yeah.. such a pretty fuckin’ girl f’me… been waitin’ to see you choke on me like this..” he said through gritted teeth, lip curling into a snarl as he fucked his hips into your face. seemingly in his own world.
scorch grabbed the back of your head to keep it still, petting your hair in a manner quite like his brother; keeping the hair from your face.
that’s how they kept you for a while; until fixer was almost spilling deep inside your throat. almost. he pulled out before the coil in his stomach could even begin to form, all but ordered you onto the bed. the dynamics of this relationship changing quick; depending on the man.
you got up fully on the bed, letting sev crawl up from between your legs and on top of you. you let your legs fall open under him; waiting for him to take the initiative to take off your pants. it took you bucking your hips a few more times, brushing your nose’s up against each other just to gain his attention.
when it finally worked, and sev’s hands went to work on your belt, you turned your attention back to scorch— taking him back into your warm mouth. the sight of him kneeling over you like that only made you wanna suck him off more, strong legs flexing with each slide of your throat. a genuine work of art that you were pleasing.
while one hand cupped and massaged at scorch’s balls, your other went back to stroking fixer’s cock, holy stopping so you could focus on lifting up your hips for sev. feeling the slide of fabric over your ass made your chest rumble with excitement, evil little giggle being muffled by the large dick in your mouth. it sent vibrations though scorch’s whole body, hips chasing that feeling by shoving closer to your face.
those flimsy pair of pants you were wearing, along with your belt, were thrown somewhere off the bed; your shirt was supposed to be next— but you were a little too busy switching between the two men. so sev decided on pushing the hem up past your breasts, letting them hang out as he looked on hungrily. such a good boy; waiting for permission. made you think he deserved a little extra special attention.
pulling off of the cock in your mouth, wiping the drool from your chin messily— you turned your attention to sev. a very relaxed smile spread across your face, eyelids all heavily and pupils beautifully blown out, baby hairs curling around your face from the sweat.
“behavin’ so good down there, sev… thinkin’ you deserve to be first inside..” you spread your legs further, pussy all dripping and welcoming, leg ready to hook over his shoulder.
sev was crazed at the idea, moving fast and fumbling with his pants, quickly lining the head of his cock up with your gaping hole. you both held your breaths as sev pushed in, jaw dropping as he watched you swallow him right up.
acting like the inexperienced man he was, sev was a little harsh when he bottomed out— not waiting for you to give him the nod of approval to start moving. which he did erratically, not able to find a steady pace, and if he did; he didn’t keep it long. wasn’t really too worried about your pleasure, too caught up in the way your walls clenched around him so tightly. became even more riled up when he saw the little bump in your stomach.
it all still felt good either way. fighting the dizziness in your head, keeping it from lolling to the side; trying so hard to keep pleasing them all.
you didn’t even realize when sev finished early, his large hands kneading at your chest, squeezing at the fat very curiously. your cunt was dripping with white seed still when you were turned on your stomach, fixer crawling between your legs with his cock already lined up. you thought he’d take your cunt; expected him to. even pushed your hips up so he could get a better angle.
but instead he thumbed at your ass, pulling the skin apart— skillfully spitting right on your hole. it made your eyes go wide, but before you could actually protest, scorch shoved his cock right past your lips. dug into your cheek for a bit, then slid down your warm, wet throat. cutting you off from almost all senses.
sev seemed to be long forgotten the moment fixer started breaking you in a way you’ve never felt before. his own strong legs keeping yours pinned to the bed, hands pressing down and grabbing at your lower back— absolutely no room to move. you weren’t escaping him.
you knew there was a disgusting smirk on fixer’s face— there had to have been. he really let you think that you were the one in control.
before you knew it, fixer was fully burying himself inside you, balls fully pressed against your pussy. his hands kept your back at an arch, using that as leverage to bounce your ass back against him. you tried to gasp around scorch’s cock, but there was no room, not even for air, you had to time your breaths around fixer’s curt thrusts. hips snapping at an angle into your body, drilling this new hole open.
the two men had you like that for so long; so long that your vision began to blur. scorch would keep your head down on his cock for so long that little black spots in the corner of your eyes began to form, and each thrust from fixer just sent you jostling forward. somehow stretching your mouth out more to take more of scorch in.
at one point you were suckling on the tip of scorch’s cock again, wondering how he could have so much self control, when he grabbed you by your hair— and pushed you back down when you weren’t ready. burying your nose into his body for so long, by accident, that you passed out.
when you woke up; you weren’t alone.
all three of the men that you were with weren’t in view, but you could feel them in the room. you had woken up on your stomach, a blanket wrapped around you, a pillow under your head— cheek pressed against it. you were looking at the wall for a moment before everything else became clear.
boss was sitting next to you, hand running through your hair, armor already half on. looked like he was waiting for you to get up.
“hey there, pretty girl” he spoke in a whisper, hand still running gently through your hair.
you immediately groaned, rolling your eyes and closing them again; showing your annoyance. of course they told him everything that went on.
“i’m sorry they were so…”
“rough?” you butted in, opening one eye to give him a mean mug, “don’t even worry about it, jus’ kiss me before ya’ go”
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