Gift of Perfection and Discretion
Part of GAR Romance Month ❤️ @gar-romance-month
Rating: Explicit/nsfw smut | 18+ only! Minors do not interact
Length: ~6.9k
pairing(s): Fox/reader, Cody/reader, Wolffe/reader, Rex/reader, Bly/reader | no clonecest
Warnings: fem!reader, reader is described as having hair on their head, reader is a sex worker but there are no descriptions of sex work happening, reader and Fox match each others freak, Fox looks like an asshole for a second but its a misunderstanding, reader is referred to as a "gift" for Fox's brothers (she is into it), vaginal sex, explicit permission (for the most part), hair pulling, oral (m and f receiving, but not at the same time), deep throating, groping, threesome/group sex, voyeurism/exhibitionism, brief handjobs, double vaginal penetration, not quite choking but close, brief nipple play, praise, finger sucking, brief vaginal fingering, cum spitting (don't look at me), biting, begging, brief cockwarming, multiple female orgasms, overstimulation, post-sex cuddle pile, aftercare, Fox records the whole tryst on his helmet without the reader knowing until after its done but reader IS into it when its revealed, vaguely poly ending
GAR Romance Month prompts: Rex, begging, Cody, begging giving gifts (I'm counting it), and alt prompt Bly.
Description: You're one of Coruscant's most sought after, and most expensive, girls -- you're used to being showered in gifts by senators, bureaucrats, and businessmen. But falling in love with the Marshal Commander of the Coruscant Guard has made you the gift this time, and you're all eager to give your all to his four younger brothers.
A/n: This fic was, in part, brought to you by me watching Moulin Rouge 3 times in 3 consecutive days ✨ I was desperately trying to finish this for Valentines day, but I had some personal things come up that prevented me from finishing on time, but its done now! I have at least two more fics to finish by the end of the month so let's hope I finish those on time 🫡 | crossposted on AO3
When you were a kid, you thought that living in the Core Worlds would be nothing but glamour, luxury, and frivolity. You had wanted nothing more in life than to escape your backwater, Outer Rim homeworld, and go live it up somewhere beautiful like Chandrilla or Alderaan. The first step was making it to Coruscant, and then, the whole galaxy would be yours to choose from.
You worked hard, saved all your credits, and finally, finally, made it out.
Nothing prepared you for the reality of life on Coruscant; your meager credits didn't cover anything close to luxury, and you were so tired of scrounging and scraping by.
It started with dancing at the Cabaret; you walked out that first night with more credits than you'd earned in a year back home. You quickly made a name for yourself, and the credits started pouring in. In almost no time at all, you had an apartment in the upper district, paid for by businessmen and politicians who wanted your company for the night. And when the war started, when you had expected business to dry up, the credits men were willing to throw at you seemed to skyrocket.
You never loved your job, but it gave you freedom you'd never been afforded before. And you weren't stupid, you knew there was an expiration date on the lifestyle you'd gotten used to. But more importantly, you weren't naive — you knew the men who paid for your time would never care about you, not in any way that was real; most had wives and children back on their homeworlds. However, at least for the time being, you had their attention and their credits, which you convinced yourself was enough.
Why did you need love when you had more than you could ever dream of?
But Marshal Commander Fox in all his intimidating glory had accidentally swept you off your feet, literally, one night while you were trying to sneak out of the senate offices. The toe of your shoe had caught on the plush carpet, and for one terrifying second, you were airborne. You hadn't seen him step out of the shadows, but before your fragile dignity shattered across the floor, his strong arms had caught you around the waist and had pulled you flush against his chest.
It felt like something out of a holodrama with your heaving chest pressed against his unyielding plastoid, his impassive helmet tilted to look at your face, and your body buzzing with heat.
And then he said your name, deep and rumbling in his chest, and your knees went weak.
He walked you home that night, the silence comfortable and warm between you, and you let him when he got to your door and showed him just how grateful you were for heroics. Your very own knight in shining plastoid.
It was the first night of your new favourite routine; most nights that you had private meetings in the Senate, Fox would appear from the shadows and steal a few hours with you. After, while you shared a cigarra in bed and traced the scars on his handsome face, the two of you would bitch about your days and the rich assholes who consumed them. He always stayed until you fell asleep, but when you woke, the only trace of him would be a slip of flimsi on your side table next to a glass of water.
You were positively smitten, although you would never admit it. You laughed at yourself the first time you questioned your feelings. He was just incredibly talented in bed, far better than the selfish senators and bureaucrats you were used to. You refused to think about how butterflies had erupted in your gut even before he'd gotten into your bed. Refused to acknowledge that no one had ever cared about you like Fox did. You told yourself it wasn't serious, that you weren't developing feelings for him.
But you couldn't deny the rush of excitement, pure giddiness, that shot through you when you caught a flash of his distinctive armor out of the corner of your eye. Nor the way your heart pounded in your chest when his massive hands hovered over your back, not daring to touch you until you were hidden away from the prying eyes of Coruscant.
And you tried as hard as you could to ignore the disappointment that swelled in your gut when he sent one of the other Guards to walk you home when he was busy. But the sting of rejection always faded when the trooper slipped a hastily scribbled note from Fox into your palm when they dropped off outside your building.
It wasn't until told you that he wouldn't be able to see you for two whole weeks, and your mood had instantly soured, that you knew you had lost your heart to him. You felt sick to your stomach at the revelation, and he was none the wiser as he laughed and pulled you to lay on top of him, nipping the underside of your jaw while he explained that a number of battalions, all commanded by his closest brothers, were coming back to Coruscant from the front lines.
Apparently, the entire Coruscant Guard were doing double shifts to try and manage their unruly brothers who spent most of their shore leave obliteratingly drunk, and that he had been guilted and harassed into taking a day off to spend time with his four younger brothers to celebrate the anniversary of completing their ARC training. You didn't know what exactly that meant, but it seemed important to them, to Fox.
It made something soft take root in your chest as you carded your hands through his silver streaked curls while he cycled between whining about his little brothers and their meddling, and pressing open mouthed kisses up the column of your neck. The affection in his voice while he complained, the way his head would fall back to the pillow and his chest rumbled with laughter as he told you stories about each of them, made you crumble completely. You loved getting to see this part of him.
And despite knowing just how unfortunately this might end for you, you loved him.
Halfway through a diatribe about how one of his brothers had pulled a 'blond little defect' out of the trashchute with a stupid little grin on his face, you had blurted out that you wanted to meet them. Why wouldn't you? They were who he loved, and you loved him.
But Fox had gone silent for a second, and you worried you had made a mistake and showed your tenderness too soon. In your anxiety, you hadn't realized the stupid little grin had gone sharp and bright until you were on your back with him hovering over you. "Yeah, cyare? Wanna meet my di'kut little brothers? Wanna help me make them jealous? Show them how their ori'vod gets taken care of while they're off on the front lines?"
You had folded immediately, nodding eagerly as he sunk into you with a groan that reverberated in your chest. He had fucked you like a man possessed, and despite usually being somewhat quiet in bed, he spent the whole time babbling about how you were going to be the perfect gift for his brothers, and that predatory smirk never slipped off his face. It was the last thing you saw with bleary eyes as he slipped out of your bed that night.
It had been all too easy, and exhilarating, to clear your schedule for Fox and his brothers. And after a week of waiting, your hands shook as you paced the length of your apartment waiting for them to arrive. The dinner you had prepared was ready and waiting, and you had groomed yourself to perfection; you wanted to make Fox look good, and you wanted to impress them — impress him.
But deep down, if you were being honest with yourself, you wanted them to like you. They were important to Fox, and Fox mattered to you.
Right on time, as if you could expect anything else, you heard them from the hall before the doorbell rang. Nearly identical voices all overlapping, laughing, teasing, before one sharp whistle brought an abrupt halt to the cacophony immediately before the doorbell rang.
You rushed to open it, heels clicking on the wood as you ran to the door and opened it to find four troopers, all adorned with different colours on their armor, standing at your door in what appeared to be begrudgingly obedient silence. And Fox, helmet tucked under his arm, was standing between them and the door with a dark look on his face.
"Do you di'kuts remember the rules?" he growled out.
"Yes, vod," they all sighed in unison.
"Good. Don't make me regret this," he warned before turning to you, the soft smile you were used to growing on his face.
"Rules?" you asked, raising a brow at him.
"Simple: don't say anything stupid to offend you and this isn't a mess hall so don't act like it. Are you sure you want this, mesh'la?"
"Of course I am, Fox," you grinned back, stepping aside. "Please, come in!"
As if the spell of Fox's discipline had been broken by your words, the overlapped conversations resumed as they nearly tumbled into your apartment. You heard Fox sigh and close the door behind them with a gentle click.
"I'm sorry about them, cyare. They forget their manners on shore leave," he whispered softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "If they offend you at all, just tell me, and I'll kill them in their sleep."
"Oh kriff off, ori'vod," the one in the grey armor sighed, taking off his helmet. "We are very well behaved."
"Tell that to my three, full, drunk tanks, Wolffe," Fox hissed back. "And one of your men bit me. I had to get a karking tetanus shot."
Wolffe shot you and Fox a smug smile over his shoulder that reminded you of the hungry grin that Fox liked to give you. But the scar and the silver, cybernetic eye caused you to nearly freeze in your tracks, but you forced yourself to keep moving and keep the smile plastered on your face.
Fox had warned you about the minute differences between them; Wolffe's cybernetic eye, the scar on Cody's temple and his messy, unruly curls, how Bly liked to keep his hair cropped short and often had two yellow lines painted on his cheekbones, and Rex's blond peach fuzz. Still, it had shocked you, but more than anything it filled you with sympathy. These men were fighting for a Republic that treated them as replaceable, that treated them no better than droids.
It made you want to ruin every senator who dared to deny them rights, who dared to pretend like they were better than these brave, incredible men. But that would come later, for now, all you could do was give them dinner and let them know that some people in the Republic appreciated them.
"It smells incredible, ma'am," Bly smiled softly at you.
"I wasn't sure what you all liked, and Fox said 'anything is better than ration slop', which was entirely unhelpful, but I didn't think about allergies at all, so I hope you all can—" you rambled.
"Ma'am," Cody, in his bright orange armor, cut you off. "We were engineered not to have allergies, and I promise, if your food tastes half as good as it smells, we will be bragging about this to our battalions for the foreseeable future." You felt your cheeks heating and nodded, ushering them toward the dining room.
Dinner was… loud, but full of warmth. Fox's brothers took turns asking you questions about yourself, and in turn you had questions for all of them. You tried to keep things light, keep their minds off the war, but the longer you talked, and the more comfortable his brothers seemed to get with you, the more Fox seemed to go silent. He had barely spoken, barely looked at you since dinner had started. He just sat back, staring between his brothers as if he was trying to put some unseen puzzle together.
But other than the Fox-shaped void pretending like you didn't exist, dinner seemed… perfect. Fox's brothers were so fun, so distinct, and so full of life that you couldn't help the way your heart opened to them. Not with how earnestly they praised your cooking, and how they made your cheeks heat when they boasted about how their men would be jealous, and the extraordinary stories they had from the front lines of the war. It didn't take long for you to push them all back into the living room to relax while you prepared dessert and tried to get your racing heart under control.
You were just about to cut into the cake when Rex asked you over his shoulder, almost off-handedly, "It's a nice place you've got. How much did it set you back, if you don't mind me asking?"
Your hands froze, and your eyes flickered over to Fox, who had frozen with his cup of caf halfway to his mouth, staring at your coffee table as if it was the most fascinating thing in the world. Your mind whispered he's ashamed of you, and a thorn of white-hot mortification settled under your ribs.
But you swallowed the lump in your throat, stuffed down the heat of your embarrassment, and smiled at Rex prettily, batting your eyelashes. "I'm afraid I wouldn't know. The Senator from Corsin gets billed directly, at his insistence of course."
You felt the heat of Fox's stare on your face as he whipped around to look at you, but you refused to grant him the satisfaction of a response; it was more fun to watch the realization dawn in his brothers' faces.
Wolffe was the first to catch on, a slow, sharp smirk growing across his face before Cody gave a small cough and set his drink on the table, and Bly's eyes darted away. The only one who didn't seem to respond was Rex, who simply stared at you, but you saw the hint of approval in his eyes.
"Oh? Was Fox unclear about what I invited you all over for?" you asked, giving them a fake pout. "I'm just so grateful for your service, it's only fair that you get to—"
"Cyare," Fox ground out, his voice tight and angry, but you didn't know why — you didn't lie. And Fox had been the one who rambled about making you a gift for them, you were simply doing what he had wanted.
You abandoned the kitchen and slunk into the living room, hips swaying exaggeratedly in complete silence aside from the slow, echoing clicks of your heels on the floor. "What?" You asked, stopping behind Rex. You ran a slow, delicate finger down the line of his face, watching how his posture relaxed and his shoulders dropped. "You don't want your brothers to get one of the most expensive girls on Coruscant for free, just like you do?"
Rex released a ragged breath as you draped yourself over his back, hands sliding down the front of his chest plate slowly, undoing the small latches you had learned about in your haste to undress Fox many times. You let it fall to the floor with a clatter, humming at the feeling of his warm, muscular body under your hands.
"That's a little rude, don't you think?" you asked, pressing your lips to the side of Rex's neck, feeling the man go rigid under you. His hands were balled into tight fists next to him,
"It's very rude, ori'vod," Wolffe agreed, voice teasing.
"It's just a bit of fun," you pouted innocently before pulling away from Rex and sauntering over to Bly. "Besides, you're all so handsome, how can a girl resist?"
"You're not obligated to do anything, ma'am—" Bly said, his brows furrowed as you came to a stop in front of him.
"Oh, sweetheart, I know," you beamed at him as you sank to your knees, your hands skirting up the edges of his plastoid covered thighs before settling on his codpiece with a grin. "But I want to. Because I want you. I want all of you. If… that's what you want, of course."
Bly choked on his own spit and nodded as you expertly unfastened his armor and snaked a hand under the band of the tight black garment and took hold of his hardening cock with a smile.
"Not all identical, I guess," you winked, pulling the band down before licking a stripe up the underside of his cock. It earned you a shout of surprise before your lips closed around the head with a gentle suck. You could see his hands flexing next to his thighs, his whole body twitching with desire to do something.
"Bly'ika needs permission, pretty girl," one of them said teasingly.
You pulled back to look at his face with a genuine, soft smile and kneaded the tight muscle of his thighs. "You can touch me if you want to, just be nice."
The effect was instant; his hands were gentle as he pushed your hair out of your face and gathered it at the back of your head, pulling you back toward him with the slightest pressure. You let him guide you forward, tuning out the chatter from around the room to focus on Bly.
Somewhere, you heard what sounded like a door closing, and you turned to look, but Bly gently turned you back to him, one finger gently stroking your cheek. "Is everything okay?" You asked, concern swelling in your chest.
"Everything is perfect, beautiful. Just focus on me right now," he smiled, bright and blinding. And the thoughts disappeared from your mind as you nodded.
His hands were gentle and exploratory, not demanding and harsh, and his moans were more like whimpers than grunts. And they were music to your ears as your tongue swirled around the tip of his cock.
"Kark, you're good at that," he praised, his voice breathy and strained.
You flashed him a quick, wicked smile before you relaxed your throat and sunk down on him nearly to the base, ignoring the way your eyes watered and your jaw strained, focusing on how his fist tightened in your hair and the satisfied groan he let out when your hand wrapped around what you couldn't swallow down.
You worked your tongue and hand in tandem, and it didn't take long for him to go tense under you, his chest heaving and muscles jumping sporadically. You sat back on your heels and let his cock slip out of your throat, letting your hand do most of the work as you sucked on the tip. Bly came with a broken shout of your name, and various curses that you didn't understand.
You pulled off him with a soft pop, his grip on your hair going slack as he sank into your couch nearly boneless. You waited for him to relax, sitting back on your heels as he opened his eyes to look at you. And you smiled at him and opened your mouth, showing him his release on your tongue.
"Fuck, I can't believe you're real," he groaned, sounding almost pained as you preened.
But a new hand, not Bly's, threaded into your hair and caressed the back of your head softly, almost petting you, before tightening into a fist, holding onto the root of your hair. It wasn't aggressive, like Fox usually was, but it was firm. Commanding. A bare forearm and hand appeared in front of your face, cupped slightly. "Spit," he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.
You tipped your head back to look at him, which he allowed without loosening his grip, and found a shirtless Cody staring you down, eyes hard and unwaveringly serious.
You gave him the most pleading look you could muster, letting the tears pool in your lash line. A soft smile broke across his face, and the grip on your hair loosened slightly to scratch at your scalp. "This isn't up for debate, sweet thing. You don't deserve something so nasty in your pretty mouth."
"Kriff, vod, you callin' me gross or somethin'?" Bly slurred out.
"No," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. "I'm saying she's too precious for something so filthy. So spit, mesh'la. I won't ask again."
You huffed and gave him a small nod, spitting Bly's cum into Cody's waiting hand, grimacing at the mess you made. You gave a little cough, and looked back up at Cody who beamed at you in response and extracted his other hand from your hair.
"I could have swallowed," you argued half-heartedly, wincing at how wrecked your voice sounded and how much you missed the feeling of his blunt nails against your scalp. "I do it all the time."
"Not here, not with us," Cody cooed, brushing a stray tear you didn't know had fallen off your cheek with his clean hand.
"But Fox—" you began, eyes darting over to where you remembered him sitting.
But Cody caught your chin between his fingers and turned your face back toward him. "No. Not when you made us dinner and are treating us so well. I don't care what anyone else wants, or what you've always done; I want to make sure you're taken care of. That's why you're gonna sit on Rex'ika's face next for us, isn't that right?"
The curl of desire in your gut forced a quiet keen out of you as you scanned the room for the blond man. And you found him, eyes hooded and dark with desire, divested of his armor completely with the sleeves of his blacks pushed up to his elbows and his hard cock tenting the tight black fabric between his obscenely spread legs.
"You want that, cyare?" Rex groaned. "Because, kriff, I think I'd die to taste you."
You nodded and shuffled toward him unsteadily, not trusting your legs to work properly after sitting on your knees for so long. But Rex wasn't having it; he was off the couch almost instantly, scooping you up off the floor into his arms.
An involuntary gasp escaped you as Rex smirked, "Let me enjoy this, enjoy you. Does anyone else like to put their tongue inside your pretty cunt? Or are they all di'kuts?"
You gave him a bashful shrug and Rex cursed under his breath as he carried you to the couch he had abandoned and laid you down, staring down at you like a starving man at a feast.
"May I?" He asked, voice gentle despite the need in his eyes. You nodded, the words lodging themselves in your throat as his hands slid up your thighs and disappeared under the hem of your dress. You could feel how the thin, expensive material of your underwear had been ruined by your desire, your sticky essence making them cling to your skin.
Rex hummed in delight as he flipped your skirt up completely, exposing you to him, and shuffled down until your thighs were bracketing his shoulders. Even the feeling of his breath against your balmy made you squirm and keen, your hips bucking helplessly and searching for friction.
You were only vaguely aware of another body joining you until a second set of hands had hooked under your knees and pulled your legs open even wider and kept them there, steady and strong. "Just relax," he whispered. "Rex'ika has you."
You forced your body to loosen and let your eyes flutter shut as Rex teased his way from the shell of your knee to the apex of your thighs with his tongue, teeth, and lips. You tried to keep your breathing even but every nip, every suck, every lick made you gasp, moan, and writhe.
You were nearly about to whine and complain when you felt him lick a stripe up your cunt, the ruined marital barely providing any resistance. But the angle that the seam caught against your clit had your eyes snapping open with a desperate keen and you found that intimidating, unwavering stare of the mismatched silver and brown eyes, and realized it was Wolffe's hands that had kept you folded nearly in half and spread open.
"Please," you whined pathetically, reaching up and pawing at Wolffe's chest while yours heaved and your hips jerked in desperation. "More, kriff, please."
That animalistic grin that reminded you so much of Fox — where was he anyway? — was painted on Wolffe's face as he carefully released his grip on your thighs to brush your hair out of your face. "Just let us take care of you, honey," he crooned as you gasped, feeling Rex drag your underwear down your legs. "We've got you."
Before the last syllable had left his mouth, you felt Rex's tongue on your bare slit and you nearly screamed in relief and agony. Reality ceased to exist; all that mattered was Rex's tongue, never staying in one place long enough. Just when the pressure would build with his tongue on your clit, he would stray and lap against your entrance, and when you started to sink into the rhythm of it, he would move back up to your clit.
High pitched, breathless moans spilled out of you as you thrashed against the weight of Rex and Wolffe's grip. You were so close, but not close enough at all. "Fuck, Rex! Please, I'm so close!" you sobbed, grinding down for more friction.
"Make her cum, vod'ika," you heard someone say from across the room.
Whatever skill you had thought Rex possessed before paled in comparison to his single-minded determination to drag an orgasm out of you as quickly as possible. All it took was the gentle suck against your clit for your vision to white out and a scream to tear out of your throat.
It seemed like your orgasm only spurned him on, because he pressed himself further into you, making you grind against the ridge of his nose as his tongue fucked your clenching hole. The sting of overstimulation forced the tears to break your lashline as you sobbed in both pain and unbridled pleasure while he coaxed you into cumming again.
But the continued pressure on your sensitive clit had you whimpering in more pain than pleasure as you tried to scramble backwards away from his ministrations. Instantly, the pressure was gone and gentle hands skirted across your skin, soothing you as you shook.
"Sorry, cyare," Rex mumbled into your thigh, voice wrecked but happy. "You taste so good, so sweet. Could spend hours between these thighs."
You felt your cheeks heat as you buried your face in your arms and giggled, feeling almost drunk with ecstacy. "Stop it," you mumbled, "You're just saying that."
"Now, mesh'la," someone tutted, "You can be shy all you want, but Rex doesn't lie."
You sighed and uncovered your face, pouting at Rex who was still smirking at you from between your thighs, lips shiny and wet from your release. Seeing him like that made you whine and toss your head back as another wave of desire flared in your gut.
It wasn't helped by Wolffe's fingertips skimming up your arms and across your chest, his touch featherlight and leaving you breathless.
"Can we get you out of this dress, pretty girl?" he asked, his fingers dipping into the hem of your neckline to trace the edge of your breasts. You nodded, trapping your lip between your teeth to stop the pathetic moan from escaping.
But Cody appeared in your line of sight, and gently coaxed your jaw open, only letting the furrow of his brows drop when your lip against your teeth had been replaced with his long, thick finger pressing down on your tongue. "None of that now, we need words, gorgeous," he said, voice tender but firm.
"Please," you mumbled, the word barely recognizable with Cody's digit in your mouth but you didn't care. The time for shame had long come and gone, and you trusted them, because Fox trusted them.
"Anything you want, cyare," Cody said, smile like sunrise on the horizon. "Tonight is about you."
Suddenly, Bly had replaced Wolffe's strong, sturdy frames and he and Rex worked in tandem to peel your clothes off. They didn't push, didn't pull, didn't rip, didn't demand; they held you with reverence, unbuttoned and unzipped as if you were something precious to them. And the whole time, Cody and Wolffe stood over you and watched, eyes darkening as you were revealed to them, piece by piece, garment by garment. The four of them seemed consumed by you.
And the praise, whispered hot and breathless against you as they worked: the skin of your neck, the shell of your ear, the swell of your breasts, the fat of your ass, the junction of your thighs, the slope of your calf, the inside of your ankle.
It wasn't long before you were barefoot, naked, and breathlessly sandwiched between them, not an inch of you from your neck to your toes had been left untouched or unkissed — you wouldn't be surprised if every inch of you had been left bruised by their mouths.
But you were missing something; that small, empty feeling that only Fox managed to drive away had returned, sitting in your chest like a stone. It made your eyes blur with tears you refused to let fall, and the tips of your fingers go numb.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Bly asked, kneading into your hips with a frown.
"I just…" you choked out, but you shook your head and forced a smile on your face, willing the tears away. "It's nothing, I'm just being silly. Don't—" you tried to lie, but you were cut off by a voice you hadn't heard almost all night.
"You want them to kiss you, don't you, cyare?" Fox asked, his helmeted head appearing between Cody and Wolffe's. Just knowing he was there made the pressure lift off your chest, but seeing him, even though you couldn't see his face, had you sinking into Bly and Rex with a blissful nod. "You want this to be more, you want to know this is real, isn't that right?"
"Mesh'la," Rex sighed, pressing his lips to your forehead, "You should've said somethin' earlier."
It was all the confirmation your blissed out brain needed; you surged up and slotted your mouth against his with a hum of satisfaction. You felt yourself melt even more into him as you tried to memorize the difference between him and Fox, but he disappeared too quickly for you to grasp anything other than the feeling in your gut.
You tried to complain, but before the words could escape you, your head was tilted backwards and Bly's mouth descended yours. He was sweeter, more tender than Rex, but the feeling of his lips pressed against yours made the butterflies on your stomach flare all the same.
"I think our vod'ika are being selfish," you heard someone laugh, your eyes fluttering open to see Wolffe and Cody still looming over you, Fox now gone back to wherever he had been hiding, with matching grins that made your stomach flip, and free of their blacks with matching, leaking, erections that made your heart start to race.
You felt Rex chuckle against your chest as Bly sighed, both of them pressing lingering kisses across your skin as they extracted themselves from where they had been cocooned around you, and were seamlessly replaced by their brothers' imposing frames.
The energy in the room shifted immediately; where Rex and Bly were familiar in the way they teased, they were softer and sweeter than Fox. But Wolffe was menacing in the same way Fox was, all sharp and predatory, and Cody was reserved, but gave you the same impression that disobedience wouldn't be tolerated. You wanted all of it, wanted to learn all of the minute ways they were similar and different, wanted to know what each of them liked and how to get them worked up.
But any attempt to think of the future disappeared when Wolffe's teeth sunk into your neck with a groan in tandem with Cody's tongue slipping into your mouth with the press of his lips against yours. You let their hands wander, both more insistent than the other two had been, and you took the opportunity to let your hands wander too — down Cody's chest with one hand, and up Wolffe's massive thighs with the other.
They were both so warm, so solid, and you couldn't resist the temptation to wrap your hands around their cocks, earning twin moans. It made you feel powerful to have these strong, gorgeous men, panting and desperate for you.
"I told you she was good," you heard Bly chuckle breathlessly.
Wolffe's hands got more bold, pinching your nipple with one hand while the other found home around your throat — not squeezing just there. Like both a threat and a promise wrapped in one.
"It's my turn, ori'vod," he grumbled and Cody pulled back with a smirk. "You let the youngest go first, and then you make me wait? Is this payback for Felucia, because you need to get over that."
"Are you gonna kiss her, or are you going to complain some more?" Cody asked, kissing your cheek, your jaw, then your neck, while subtly turning you to face Wolffe.
You saw the flash of a smile and striking silver eye before he dove in, nipping your lower lip before sucking it into his mouth. His was the most demanding kiss, the most insistent, but you refused to back down and nipped his plump bottom lip right back.
"Who do you want first, beautiful?" Wolffe grunted, pulling back as his hips chased your fist subtly. "Want me to wreck you first, or do you want Cody's boring vanilla shebs first?"
"I'm not boring," Cody groaned, dropping his head forward to mouth at your chest, all teeth and tongue.
"Yes, you are, and you know it," Wolffe argued, grabbing your hips and canting them backwards, trapping your hand and his cock between his hard body and your ass with a grunt before he spoke again. "Being a Marshal Commander has made both you and Fox so karking boring—"
"Can I have you both?" you asked innocently, stopping the words in their tracks as a symphony of moans reverberated from around the room.
"Are you sure, cyare? We don't have to if you don't want this," Cody asked breathlessly.
"I'm sure, Cody. I want it. Want you. Both of you," you replied honestly.
Without a second of hesitation, both had batted your hands away from their cocks and Cody's fingers had found their way into your cunt, scissoring you open while Wolffe rubbed tight, quick circles around your clit. Your eyes rolled back as you went totally boneless and pliant, letting them have their way with you.
It was only when you felt the press of two blunt cockheads against your entrance did you realize what you had signed up for. The stretch of them was borderline painful but wiped every coherent thought out of your head and completely destroyed the ability to form words. All you knew was them; the heat radiating off of them, the salt of Cody's sweat mingling with your juices on your tongue from where he had pushed his fingers in your mouth, the sharp zing of pain from Wolffe's teeth against the back of your neck, and the all-consuming fullness that made you want to squirm away and also press yourself further into the feeling.
It felt like their cocks never ended — you didn't think you could take any more but you kept sinking down, inch by impossible inch, until it finally stopped and all three of you went painfully still. But the sudden hitch of one of their hips forced a breathless gasp out of you as you shattered completely. The orgasm was a total surprise and simultaneously not at all as you shook and sobbed, completely at their mercy while they moaned in unison and started thrusting gently in perfect, precision strokes.
"You're gonna have to cum again for them, mesh'la," Fox said, his tight voice cutting through the cocaphony of moans, and the buzz in your ears from somewhere out of sight. "If you don't, they're going to argue about who made it happen."
"Shut up, vod," they both groaned, picking up their pace.
Black spots started to dance in your vision as the pleads for release started pouring out of your mouth nonsensically, nearly unintelligible with Cody's fingers in your mouth. But they seemed to understand; your pathetic whines urged them to go faster, to snap their hips into yours harder.
You came with a broken half scream-half moan as you dug your nails into Cody's thick, gorgeous neck as his tongue invaded your mouth again. You felt his hips stutter to a stop with a groan and a flood of warmth that made you yank Wolffe's neatly trimmed hair back in surprise, which made his jaw clamp shut on your shoulder with an almost pained whine as he followed suit, chasing after his orgasm with short, sloppy thrusts that made you whine and wriggle.
"Stop fucking moving, Wolffe," Cody growled, dropping his forehead onto your free shoulder.
"She feels too good," Wolffe grunted in response, but stopped moving regardless.
"She's perfect, show some respect," you heard Rex sigh.
"Kark, yeah she is," Bly groaned in response.
You cautioned a look to the rest of the room, and found Rex and Bly sprawled out on the floor in front of you, both with cum drying on their stomachs and heaving chests. It made you smile to see them so relaxed and obviously happy, despite the fact you weren't even touching them.
But then your eye caught the movement of red and white in the shadows of the room, and you smiled fondly, watching him shake out his hair after removing his helmet. You reached your hand out toward him with a sleepy whine.
"You did so good for us, cyare," Fox grinned, pushing himself out of the chair in the corner.
"I thought you left. You seemed mad that I—" you started, voice going wobbly with tears but Fox shook his head.
"Never, cyare," Fox promised.
"You probably heard Rex kick his bucket halfway across the room," Bly added.
"Or Wolffe drop his chest plate when you took Bly in your throat," Rex defended himself.
"I was here the whole time, I got it all recorded—" Fox patted his helmet, ignoring his brothers' teasing "—for when you're missing them while they're away. And for them too, when they're missing you."
The thought of it made your walls flutter — pulling pained moans from Cody and Wolffe — and sleepy, mumbled satisfaction from Rex and Bly. You watched him shuffle around the room, eyes growing heavy as he collected discarded armor and assorted them by colour, before removing and stacking his own and stripping down to nothing.
His hands were gentle when they threaded into your hair, and moving entirely on instinct, you let your jaw fall open and go lax. You saw the brief smile before he pushed himself into your waiting mouth slowly and settled heavy in your throat as your eyes fluttered closed. Fox hummed in appreciation as both Wolffe and Cody stroked your sides and pressed soft, open mouthed kisses to your shoulders and cheeks.
You were halfway asleep when a featherlight fingertip circled your sensitive clit in tandem with Fox's gentle head scratches and you came with a shiver, swallowing the moan around Fox's length as he came down your throat with a low moan of his own.
"Perfect, mesh'la, you're too good for us," he sighed, easing himself out of your throat before cupping your face to press a tender, chaste kiss against your mouth.
"Karking perfect," Rex agreed.
"Best gift ever," Wolffe sighed.
You opened one eye to look at Fox, who was smiling at you like you'd hung the stars in the sky. "I told you that you were the perfect gift."
"A week ago!" you argued with a yawn.
But Fox shook his head and sighed, "This is a tomorrow conversation. Right now, bed."
The subtle order in his voice had his brothers moving as if on instinct; Cody and Wolffe detangled themselves from you, scattering a constellation of apologetic kisses across your skin as they pulled out of your cunt while you whined and cried at the discomfort before they deposited you into Bly's waiting arms. He bundled you in a blanket and carried you to your room, where Rex was waiting with a washcloth and a clean shirt.
By the time they had cleaned you up, Fox was waiting in the center of your bed with open arms, bracketed by a half asleep Cody and an almost totally asleep Wolffe who had made themselves comfortable in your usually cavernous bed. Your eyes fluttered shut as Fox tucked you into their embrace and you felt the bed shift as Rex and Bly joined the pile.
You sunk into the pile of limbs, the murmurs of the five brothers bickering lovingly lulling you into unconsciousness.
