#chuckles x reader

You saunter forward, swaying your hips far more than necessary as you slowly walk back to your office door. You can hear Gregor, Crater, and Chuckles walking behind you, speaking in muted voices to one another. You don’t look backwards, but just the fact that the three of them are following you to your bedroom with the intention of pulling you apart one fiber at a time sends heat shooting through your body. 

You’re about ten yards from your door when warm hands suddenly grab you from behind, squeezing your breasts and ass as Gregor’s throaty chuckle rumbles in your ear. He pulls you closer to him, and you stumble, but he keeps you upright, sucking a mark on your neck. 

“Didn’t think I’d miss this as much as I did, but Maker, I thought about your pussy nearly every night.” 

“Just my pussy?”

“Alright, maybe your ass too.” 

You roll your eyes at him and huff a laugh, but let him guide you towards the door panel. His fingers are playing with the lace of your bra as you struggle to get the door to your office unlocked. 

“Who knew this was what you looked like with your clothes off?” he rasps, and you can feel his eyes roving over you. You stick your ass out slightly, wiggling it enticingly, and that earns you a sharp slap across your backside from him. You brace yourself against the door, biting your lip to stifle a moan as he rubs and squeezes the reddening skin. 

“I thought you two had already fucked,” Chuckles notes, his eyes locked on the mark Gregor’s hand left on your backside. 

“Oh, we did. But you see, Bolts here is impatient,” Gregor teases, twisting the lace of your panties around one finger. “Never made it to a proper bed. First few times, we barely made it to that alley near 79s. Bolts damn near bruised her knees trying to suck my cock in there once. And then, it was just a matter of pulling her dress up enough to fuck her against the wall there with one hand clamped over her mouth. She’s so loud.” 

“You’re one to talk,” you mutter, and he spanks you again.

“Closest we got to a bedroom was a taxi ride back to her place,” Gregor continues, as if you’re not quivering under his palm that’s rubbing your asscheek, “but Bolts here fucked me in the cab before we even got there. Couldn’t even wait, just climbed into my lap and pulled her panties to the side. She stumbled out with my seed still dribbling down her legs when we got to her place, filthy thing. Told me to just fuck off back to the barracks, so I did. Fairly certain we traumatized the droid driving.” He giggles, and somehow, you finally manage to get the door open. 

Gregor pushes you inside, coaxing you towards the desk. You try to bend over it, figuring you know what he wants, but he easily flips you onto your back and leans over you, his arms caging you in. “Lay back, love.” 

You tremble, but obey as he pulls your office chair to the edge of the desk. Reaching down, he twists his fingers in your panties again, yanking them roughly down your legs. You’re positive you hear at least a few seams tear, but they’re more intact than you thought they’d be as he tosses them on the floor. He sits, scooping under your ass and yanking your hips towards him until you can feel his hot breath on your glistening folds. 

He sits down in your chair and glances up at you from between your parted knees, smirking at you. You can’t help but think that he looks as though he’s about to gorge himself on a five-course meal, his tongue grazing his lower lip as he takes you in, his hands resting on the inside of your knees with just enough force to keep them apart. You quiver and clench, and the commando smirks triumphantly at your reaction to him.

“She doesn’t get to cum. Not for a while,” Crater warns, tossing your jumpsuit and boots aside. Chuckles is the last one in, shutting and locking the door behind him. 

“Been dying to taste you, love. Want to see how these lips feel on my tongue,” Gregor rasps, his fingers brushing against your clit. Your hips attempt to jump off the table at the contact, but he grabs you, pinning them in place. You whine. 

“Now, none of that,” he chides before leaning down and biting the inside of your thigh, sucking a bruise there. You yelp and try to pull away instinctively, but he’s got you pinned. All you can do is wriggle helplessly. Your eyes dart to Crater, who’s leaning against the doorway watching. There’s no mercy in his gaze. Chuckles’s eyes are wide, his lips parted as he watches Gregor nip you again. 

“FUCK!” you cry out. 

“Language,” Gregor scolds, slapping the inside of your thigh, and you wince again. “Such a filthy mouth all of the time.” 

“She’s not known for her manners,” Crater agrees. 

Gregor hums, and without further commentary, plunges his tongue into your pussy. You wriggle, but he holds you down, eating you out like a man that’s been starved, groaning against your clit. 

“Gods, Gregor. FUCK,” you moan, your back arching off of the desk. Your head dangles over the opposite side, and when you lift it, Gregor’s eyes are watching you intently as he sucks your clit. He’s brutal and rough but every part of your body is craving more, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of admitting it. You try to keep your face from convulsing in pleasure, but you fail as he plunges his tongue back into you, wriggling the muscle as his nose brushes your clit and causes you to gasp airily. 

“You fucking asshole,” you whine, trying to keep your composure. He bites the inside of your other thigh, leaving yet another bruise and you scream. 

Crater comes around to the other side of the desk, standing over where your head is dangling over the side of the desk. “If you’d like to run your mouth, I can find a different use for it, pretty girl.” Just then, Gregor bites you once more, and you shout again.

“FUCK!”

Crater leans down to speak directly into your ear. 

“Color?”

“G-green,” you stutter out. 

“Good girl.” He straightens, rolling down his pants and letting his cock spring free. Without any preamble, he grips your throat and taps his cock against your chin once, twice, before he feeds it into your mouth. Reaching forward, he grabs one of your hands and places it on his thigh, a silent reminder to tap out if it all becomes too much. 

But you’re just getting started. 

Gregor flicks your clit with his tongue, and you groan around Crater’s cock. He thrusts shallowly past your lips, pressing deeper into your throat with each pass until you’re starting to gag. But he knows to keep going; you’ll tap if you need it. He thrusts lazily into your mouth, and your jaw stretches around him. You know Chuckles is watching you, and something about that makes you twitch and shudder even more. You can’t look at him with the way Crater’s got you pinned, but you can feel Chuck’s eyes on you, and it makes you need him more. The grip on your throat tightens, and Crater keeps going, finally holding himself in the back of your throat. 

“Swallow,” he grits out. You do, and he groans. “There’s a good girl.” Reaching forward, he slides his hand underneath you and unclasps your bra, pulling it off of you. He examines the charm as he backs out of your mouth slightly, just leaving the head of his cock inside your lips. You run your tongue over the head, and he grunts. “This is pretty. See, you can follow directions.” He tosses the bra and pulls himself out of your mouth with a pop. Gregor stills, raising his slicked chin up and looking at Crater. You turn and finally are able to look at Chuckles. His eyes are blown wide with lust, dark as night as he watches you wipe some of the saliva from where it’s dribbled over your cheeks.

“I think that’s enough out here,” Crater comments. “Gregor, Chuckles, go get things set up in the back room. Put the mattress on the floor with the bedrolls. I’m going to stretch out her ass and then we’ll get started.” 

You shiver at the way he talks about you. Gregor wipes his chin on the back of his hand, grinning down at you before he and Chuckles retreat to the back room where your apartment is. Crater turns back to you, gently taking your hands and pulling you to a sitting position on the edge of the desk. He wipes more saliva from your chin tenderly, as if it wasn’t his cock that smeared it there a few moments before. You manage to grin cheekily at him, but he grips your chin between his fingers. 

“I need you to be serious for a moment,” he says quietly, his eyes searching yours. “I’ve spoken with them about the rules, about cleanliness and your boundaries, but I want to make sure you understand that this is going to be intense. You’re going to get exactly what you asked for, but if I see you dropping and you not tapping out, I’m going to call it. Do you understand?” 

You giggle, but the grip on your chin tightens. Crater whispers your name, your real name, and that sobers you. 

“People sometimes misjudge their desires in these scenarios. I trust both of them to not push you, but I need to know you won’t push yourself beyond your limits, Bolts. If you can’t even handle reassuring me right now, then this can’t happen.” 

You notice Chuckles watching the two of you from the doorway, and when you catch his eye, he looks away. Your stomach flutters again, but you obediently meet Crater’s gaze. You appreciate what he’s doing here. And you’d be lying if you said you weren’t apprehensive, but your eagerness and want outweigh that by a long shot. You do trust these men, and you want them, but to you, above all, being able to walk away with your relationships intact is what is most important to you. These men have to trust you to do your job, to keep their fighters and transports working, and by extension, their lives safe. If you betray their trust, even in this setting, you know that puts that in peril, and that’s not something you’re willing to do. 

“I understand, Crater. If I feel that I’m being pushed too hard, I’ll tap out. And I trust you to do the same if you see me slipping. You’ve got more experience here, and I trust you to look out for me.” You dip your chin, pressing a kiss to the pad of his thumb. 

Crater watches you for another moment before pressing a kiss to your forehead. It’s tender, and then you feel him grip your hair, signaling the transition to you. You’re ready for it. 

“Over the desk, pretty girl. Need to get you ready.” 

You quiver with anticipation as you do as you’re told, wiggling your ass playfully at Crater. You hear the rustle of fabric, and he tosses his shirt on the desk next to you before he digs through the same drawer for the lube he used earlier in the day. He taps the plug in your ass, moving it in and out of you slightly. Your cunt was already sopping thanks to Gregor’s tongue, but now, you feel yourself dribbling down your thighs, the cool air hitting the trails across your skin. 

“Messy little thing,” Crater comments as he removes the plug, setting it on the desk next to you. You hear the click of the lube bottle, and suddenly, fingers are prodding at your asshole, slowly easing into you. The past few weeks with Crater have made it easier for you to take him, and soon, he’s adding a third finger, working you open. Your fingernails dig into the wood of the desk, and you watch his shadow on the wall. He straightens, his head dipping down, and you know he has to be looking at how you’re stretched around him. Your cunt clenches around nothing. His fingers slide from you, and the bottle clicks again. 

“Color?” 

“Green.” 

He hums in acknowledgement, and you hear the sound of him slicking his cock behind you. You keep your eyes forward, legs trembling in anticipation. You’re wound so tightly, you jump slightly when one of his hands spreads your ass, and you feel the head of his cock notch at your entrance, slowly easing in. Your back arches and you moan as he carefully thrusts into you, hands finally slipping around to grip your hips as he stretches your insides to accommodate him. He’s careful, letting you thrust back into him when you’re ready for more, and it only takes a few minutes for him to fully sheathe himself in your ass. You’re accustomed to the feel of him now, but you’ll never get used to it. It’s foreign and filthy and you’re desperate for more as he slowly drags himself out of you before sliding home once more. 

“You’re doing so well,” he praises, voice taut. “You’re going to be so good for us tonight, aren’t you?” 

“Yes,” you gasp out. “So good. Give you everything.”

Crater’s thrusts are faster now, consistently reaching as deep as he can inside of you with ease. His fingers dig into your hips, and you feel your body jostle with every powerful snap of his hips. Every nerve is screaming for release, and you feel the edge of the desk digging into the front of your thighs. You wonder if Chuckles is watching, knowing he’s going to get to have you as well. The thought makes you clench around Crater, and he spanks you in warning, leaving you keening with the first red handprint of the evening from him. You quiver as he leans over you. 

“Don’t get greedy,” he snarls. “You’ll get plenty of cum tonight, but not before I’m ready.” He pulls out of you abruptly, and you yelp at the sudden emptiness. With his clean hand, he pulls you off the desk roughly by your arm, and quickly guides you to your room. 

The lamp is on in the corner, casting the room in a dim glow. Your mattress and pillows have been moved to the floor, surrounded by the two bedrolls that Crater and Gregor brought with them. Gregor and Chuckles are in the corner, both stripped of their shirts and boots, talking quietly to one another. The conversation ends when Crater drags you inside, and they watch you with a hunger that makes your empty cunt flutter. 

“On your knees,” Crater growls in your ear, shoving you towards the mattress. You fall forward on your hands and knees, panting and glaring at Crater as he turns to address Chuckles and Gregor. “She’s ready. I’m going to clean myself off. Don’t start without me and don’t let her touch herself.” He disappears into the fresher without even looking at you again. 

Gregor whispers something else to Chuckles you can’t hear, and the pilot breaks out into a wicked grin. They stride over to you, circling you as you kneel on the mattress. You raise an eyebrow at Gregor, and he winks at you cheekily. 

“Where do you think you’ll take her first?” Chuckles asks. 

“Oh, I’ve been dreaming about that tight little cunt for weeks,” Gregor snickers. “Think I’ll have a go there first. But I really want to sample the road less traveled.” 

Your face flushes with heat as Chuckles comes to a stop behind you. “If it’s tighter than her pussy, I won’t last long.”

“Well, the plan is to fill her. Think we can all manage to finish in all three holes?” 

You inhale sharply at the thought. 

“Oh, she likes that,” Gregor titters, squatting down next to you, slipping a finger under your chin to force you to meet his eyes. “That what you want, love? I’d bet we could even do more. Fill your belly, your pussy, and your ass. Have you dripping with us.”

You can feel your pulse between your legs, throbbing with every heartbeat. Chuckles comes around to your side, and you see he has his pants rolled down enough to pull his cock out, which he’s stroking languidly. You know it’s already been inside of you, but your mouth waters at the sight. His thumb smears the droplet of precum that shines on the head, and Maker help you, you salivate. Chuckles’s teeth gleam as he grins down at you. 

“Look how desperate she is. You want this, don’t you?”

You meet his gaze, your mouth suddenly bone dry and your tongue heavy. “Yes,” you whisper. 

The sink shuts off in your ‘fresher and Crater emerges, toweling his hands off. You can see the head of his cock tucked into the waistband of his pants, and he smirks as he notices you staring. He strips off his pants, and the other two follow his lead, encircling you once they’re fully bare. Your mouth falls open as you take each of them in. 

Gregor’s toned and lithe like Crater, but he has massive burn scars covering a good portion of his torso and arms. You knew he’d been blown up on Abafar, but you’d never realized just how lucky he was. But what your eyes are most drawn to are his thighs. You’ve ridden them before of course, but somehow they look even thicker without his pants covering them. He grins down at you. 

Chuckles is a little more stocky in build than his brothers. His shoulders are massive, but his tummy is softer, trailing down to thick legs and calves. His torso is also littered with scars, but they seem less jagged and more surgical in nature. You figure that’s where the medics operated on him after his accident, trying to piece him back together. When he turns, you catch sight of his tattoo. He’d told you before that he’d gotten the Headhunter’s flight computer PCB layout tattooed, and you’d always imagined it as a silly thing, but it’s not strictly a schematic. The lines that represent the recognizable traces weave down the left side of his back, but there’s artistry that makes it beautiful. Someone spent time on it, and you briefly wonder which brother crafted it for him. Whereas the others seem confident at being laid bare to you, there’s some hesitance in Chuckles’s eyes, as if he’s afraid of what your opinion of him will be. You smile softly at him, and his shoulders drop slightly. You note a splotchy black mark on his right ass cheek, and you raise an eyebrow. 

“That’s a weird birthmark.”

He shrugs, apparently not feeling the need to elaborate further. You make a mental note to press the issue later.

“Before we begin, remember the rules,” Crater states, bringing you out of your pondering about Chuckles’s body. You feel a buzz of anticipation permeate the air between the four of you, understanding that Crater’s speech is coming just before everything becomes intense and debauched. You appreciate him drawing this imaginary line in the sand for you, but you’re also ready to leap over it. You shift as he turns to address his brothers. “You two, what are your hard no’s?” Gregor has a list ready. Of course he does. Chuckles has to think a bit more, but comes up with some. 

And then Crater turns to you. You recite your list. Crater nods. 

“Color definitions?” 

You rattle those off too. 

“And nonverbal?” 

“Three taps.” You reach out, tapping against Chuckles and Gregor’s thighs in demonstration. Chuck shudders at your touch. Gregor looks as though he’s going to devour you again. 

Crater steps forward. “Go to work then, pretty girl. Get us ready.” His hand comes to rest on the top of your head pushing you towards his cock. You can still smell the soap he just used to vigorously clean himself as you take the head of him between your lips, suckling gently. Gregor guides your left hand to his shaft, and you let him wrap your fingers around him, gripping tightly as he moves your hand in time with his thrusts. You reach with your other hand for Chuckles, and he takes your invitation, quickly moving to fill your other palm. 

Crater’s stare is blazing, setting your skin alight as he thrusts into your mouth. After a few moments, he grips your hair, slowing your bobbing along his length. “Don’t be rude. You can’t neglect your guests, pretty girl.” 

You grin, saliva coating your chin again, and you turn to Chuckles, maintaining eye contact as you run your tongue from his base to his tip before taking him to the back of your throat and swallowing. His hands immediately fly to your hair as his head tips back and he moans. You watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat and his muscles strain, and you hum. His hips jolt, and you gag. He tries to back out, but you push forward until you gag again, opening your throat and lips as you choke yourself on him. He follows your lead, and you feel him throb against your tongue.

And then you turn to Gregor, pumping Crater and Chuckles’s wet cocks as you kiss the head of the commando’s hardened member. He’s in no mood to be teased, gripping your hair roughly. You giggle, but he yanks, and the pain draws a gasp from you, tears leaping to your eyes. He taps his cock against your lips, and when you stick your tongue out to chase it, he smears saliva all over your chin and cheeks with it. 

“Such a sloppy mess,” he rasps. And then he thrusts into your mouth, burying your nose in the curls that halo his base and holding you there. When he finally relents, he pulls you off of him, and you gasp, suddenly able to breathe again. A line of spit connects your lips to his cock, and he chuckles darkly. 

“Filthy girl.”

You alternate between the three of them, letting them take what they want from you as their cocks grow progressively harder. Sweat and saliva dribbles down your chin, but you can’t be bothered to care, more concerned with relaxing your throat and ignoring the ache in your jaw. 

Finally, Gregor grants you a reprieve, pushing you onto your back on the mattress. 

“Missed this pussy,” he rasps, kneeling between your legs. “Going to fill you here first I think.” He taps the head of his cock against your clit before rubbing it through your slick folds and giggling. “You’re still soaked, love. Who knew you loved sucking cock so much?” You roll your eyes, but he ignores you, adjusting you to his liking before tipping forward on one hand and guiding himself into you with the other. It only takes a few shallow thrusts for him to completely bury himself to the hilt in you, and you moan. You’ll never admit it, but you’ve missed the feel of him inside of you.

“Seems Chuckles prepared you to take me, but I’m going to be the first to paint your walls,” he grunts, slowly beginning to drag himself in and out of you. You can’t keep your eyes on him for long though as Crater kneels near your shoulder, pushing your head down to the mattress by your throat. You clench around Gregor as Crater straddles your face. 

The captain of the 28th Wing knows you love it when he fucks your mouth like this, and it seems at least for tonight, he’s not going to make you beg for it. You love him using your tongue and lips, love seeing his abdomen flex as he fucks you without abandon. Something about knowing this is what your pussy sees when he fucks you drives you wild, and he tips his weight forward, sliding his hand behind your head, and he lets himself get lost in you, taking what he wants from your warm, wet tongue and mouth. 

Your eyes dart over to where Chuckles is watching, and you can see he’s absolutely wrecked. He scoots closer and Crater moves forward to give him more room. Chuckles’s mohawk dips out of sight, and you suddenly feel a warm mouth on your breast, sucking gently on your nipple before a tongue flicks it. Your back arches, and a warm, calloused hand clasps your other breast and squeezes. Chuckles gently bites at your tender flesh, leaving the first of the marks he’d promised. 

You want more. 

Gregor moans as you clench around him, and you feel a thumb press against your clit. Your muscles begin to tighten as Gregor nudges you towards the edge, and he giggles when he feels you squeeze him. “Think she’s close, Crate. Has she earned it yet?” 

Crater is sweating as he thrusts into your mouth, grunting with every jerk of his hips. Spit is sliding down your cheeks as you look up at him with pleading eyes. He grips the hair on the top of your head, watching you. 

“You think you’ve earned it after the stunt you pulled with Chuckles?” 

You try to beg and plead, but it comes out garbled around his cock. 

“What was that, pretty girl?” 

Your eyes are watering, and you try again. You know it’s useless, but your cunt begins to tighten from Gregor’s relentless thrusts and circles on your clit. Gregor pulls his hand away when he feels it, and you whine around Crater’s cock, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes as you dangle on the edge. Chuckles seems to almost redouble his effort on your breasts, and you feel the vibration of him moaning against your skin. 

“I think we all get to cum first, and then she can have it,” Crater decides, and you sob, which only makes him pitch his hips deeper into your throat. You sputter. 

“Fair enough,” Gregor moans. “I’m close as it is. This sweet little pussy is just as soft and warm as I remember.” 

You whine, and Crater lightly taps your cheek. 

“I did tell you to behave. Now, make me cum down your throat, and you’ll be one step closer to getting what you want.”

You increase your efforts on his cock, driving it to the back of your throat and swallowing in the way you know Crater likes. He watches you with parted lips as you bob your head frantically. He eventually lays more of his weight onto your face, thrusting into you harder until you feel his balls begin to tighten against your chin. 

“Almost there, pretty girl. Be good and take it all, yeah?” 

You gurgle around him in acknowledgement, and that’s all it takes. His hips stutter as he fills your throat. He’s salty and warm and familiar, and you wait for him to get off of you, holding his cum in your mouth. He sees what you’re doing. 

“Go ahead and show them then.” He almost sounds proud. 

You meet Gregor’s eyes and open your mouth, showing him the warm, white coating on your tongue. 

Gregor inhales sharply and cums hard. You feel warmth fill your insides, and you squeeze as he pulses again. 

“Fuck, love. S-so good. So fucking hot like that.” It’s the first time you’ve heard him stammer, and you can’t help but grin as he slips from you.

“Swallow,” Crater pants in your ear. You obey, opening your mouth and showing him your tongue as proof of your compliance. 

“Good girl.”   

Chuckles grunts next to you, scooting closer as he jerks his cock wildly. You prop yourself up on your elbows and meet his gaze as he empties himself across your breasts. 

“F-fuck, Bolts.” 

You keep your gaze locked on his as you swipe your finger through his spend, bringing it to your mouth and sucking. His lips fall open, and he repeats the motion, sliding his thumb through the sticky white smear and offering it to you. You take it, moaning around his digit. He’s different from Crater, slightly sweeter somehow. 

You want more of him. 

Rolling over, you gently take his spent cock in your mouth, cleaning it with your tongue. It leaps in response almost immediately, twitching as Chuckles groans. 

“M-maker. So good. Gentle. Good. Oh, fuck.” 

He’s hard again in a matter of minutes. You’d suck him dry if he’d let you, but he has other plans, rolling you onto your knees. 

“Want your ass,” he rasps. 

You drop onto your elbows, glancing over your shoulder as he kneels behind you. You feel some of Gregor’s spend leak out of you, warmth dribbling out of your cunt and down the inside of your thighs. Crater tosses Chuckles the bottle of lube, and you hear the top click open.

“Get her nice and slick,” Crater says softly. You appreciate his direction, although you weren’t particularly concerned. Fingers press into you, coating your asshole, and you bury your head in the crook of your elbow, moaning as Chuckles works you back open. 

“Fuck, she’s so tight. Definitely won’t last long fucking her here.”

You feel the mattress dip, and you glance up to see Gregor kneeling next to you. “I’m taking you there next. Best get me ready.”

“Already?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Is that a complaint?” he rasps. 

“Just always thought you were more of a one and done,” you snipe. 

He grins, but grips your hair tightly. “You’d know different if you weren’t in such a rush all the time.” You glower as he taps his cock against your cheek, but then you feel Chuckles press into your ass, carefully thrusting in and out, and your mouth falls open. Gregor takes advantage, pressing past your tongue. You glare at him, but can only keep your gaze heated for another second as Chuckles slowly presses into you again. Your eyes roll back into your head, but Gregor keeps your head suspended, driving the head of his cock into your cheek and slapping you lightly. 

“That’s it. Take it all, love.” 

Crater is watching you from the corner, sitting on one of your storage containers as he watches his brothers have you. He’s speaking quietly to Chuckles, but you can’t hear it over the roar of blood in your ears. You think he might be coaching him to let you set the pace, so you eventually thrust back against him slightly, and he follows your lead until he’s buried completely in your ass, loosing a string of curses and praises that all sound muted to you. He begins thrusting in long, gradual strokes, and you can feel his head catching at your entrance every time before he slides back in and his hips meet your ass again. 

“Such a good girl,” Gregor praises, petting your hair as he presses against the back of your throat. “So pretty with two cocks in you. You love this don’t you? Being used like this?” You moan, and Gregor pulls you off of him, grinning as he stares down at you panting. 

“Want to cum in your ass next. Can’t let you get me off too quickly.” 

Your head drops back down to the mattress, and you get lost in the feeling of Chuckles fucking your ass. He increases his pace, leaning further over you until he’s practically mounted you, ramming his hips against you with every thrust.

“Maker, you’re so fucking tight,” he grunts in your ear. “I’ll never get enough of this ass, Bolts. I’m going to fuck you as many times as I can tonight. Until you can’t take a step tomorrow without thinking of my cock buried inside of you. Tell me who’s in your ass right now, sweetheart.”

“Y-you are, Chuckles,” you stutter out. 

“That’s right.” You feel him pulse as you stroke his ego. “Say my name again.”

“Ch-Chuckles.” 

“Yeah. You’re mine.”

He’s forward and possessive, and you love it. He’s draped over you, and you can feel his warmth as his tongue traces along your shoulder before he digs his teeth in. You’ve never cum from having only your ass filled, but you’re close right now, teetering on the edge. They’ve wound you up perfectly, tightening the coil, and you worry it might stay like that forever until Chuckles sits up, pulling you against his chest by your arms. He’s fucking into your ass roughly, and you’re sobbing and pleading for release. You’re not sure what you’re saying or if it’s even coherent, but Gregor is staring at you with a smirk that makes you want to sob.

“She’s so pretty when she begs,” Gregor notes. “So polite too. Suddenly knows the word ‘please’.” 

Crater kneels next to you, and you lock eyes with him, desperately trying to form an understandable sentence. “P-p-please, sir. Please let me cum.” You sound pathetic, but you don’t care. Your body is screaming for release, and there’s not a single thing you wouldn’t do to get it. Crater watches you for another few seconds before he slips his fingers between your legs, rubbing your clit with just the perfect amount of pressure. 

“Cum for us pretty girl,” he whispers in your ear, breath hot against your skin. “And don’t forget to say ‘thank you’.” 

Fireworks explode in your vision and you scream as you topple over the edge. You must clench around Chuckles, because his hips stutter, and he buries himself in your ass, falling forward as he fills you with spurt after spurt of his cum. You’re vaguely aware of him kissing your shoulder right next to the bruise he left as he came, and you whine as he slips from you. 

Hair is pushed out of your face, and hot breath brushes your cheek. 

“Color?” Crater asks quietly. 

“Green,” you pant. “And thank you, sir.” 

He huffs a laugh.  

You shiver as Chuckles’s warmth vanishes, but it’s mere seconds before Gregor takes his place, slotting your thighs between his, parting your asscheeks, and sinking into you with a groan as he drives Chuckles’s spend back out of you.

You lose track of time as they take you again and again. You’re never completely empty, one of them slipping into your mouth as another pants between your legs, pushing the cum of the previous participant out of your swollen cunt or asshole. Sometimes they finish, sometimes they don’t, moving on to sample another part of you. Your skin is slick, although at this point, you can no longer differentiate with what. 

Crater is the same as he always is, carefully monitoring you and commanding as he dictates your pleasure. He’s the one that you have to plead with when your body tightens with an impending orgasm, and he’s the one that always grants your release, either taking it himself or nodding at his brothers to push you over the edge. He grips your throat, whispering praise in your ear as he fucks you, and somehow, it feels different. He’s focused on you, of course, but he’s also taking what he needs, allowing himself to cum whenever he needs to, knowing another cock will take his place. He paints you inside and out, allowing you to clean his cock and his fingers, cleanliness permitting. 

You can’t get enough. 

The first time he fucks your ass in front of his brothers, Crater’s the most possessive you’ve seen him, as if he’s making a point. He adjusts you in the angle he’s found that makes you shatter in the last few weeks, fingers digging into your hips as he drives into you roughly. Gregor and Chuckles kneel in front of you, stroking their cocks as you alternate between the two of them, choking yourself on them with every one of Crater’s brutal thrusts, barely able to breathe between them pressing into your throat and the screams Crater rips from your lungs. 

“Tell them, pretty girl. Tell them who took you here first.” 

He buries his fingers in your hair, pulling until tears trickle from the corner of your eyes. Your head is pulled upwards, forcing you to look at his brothers. You must be a sight, spit dribbling down your chin, sweaty with tears streaming down your cheeks. 

“C-Crater.” 

“Tell them how you begged for it.”

Chuckles strokes his cock faster as he stares down at you. Gregor smirks wickedly. 

“That true, love?” the commando prompts. “Did you beg for the captain to fuck your ass first?”

“Ye-yes,” you stutter out. “Crater fucked my ass first. I-I wanted it. I needed it. W-wanted to feel his cock in my ass. Wanted h-him to claim me.” 

“Tell them who this ass belonged to first.”

“Crater. My ass belonged to C-Crater f-f-first.” 

“Good girl,” the captain praises as he guides your mouth back to Gregor’s cock before redoubling his efforts. You cum screaming around Gregor, and he empties down your throat with a grunt. 

When he’s not fucking you, Crater’s intently watching you and his brothers, making sure that anyone that takes your ass cleans themself off before taking you again, making sure you’re present and eager at all times. You appreciate his careful gaze, but you know you’re far from being ready to stop anything.

Gregor on the other hand is frantic and unrefined, clearly working through whatever the last few months inflicted upon him. He’s rough, gripping you tightly as he uses you, grunting and swearing under his breath. Your cunt is clearly his favorite, and he drives into you with echoing slapping sounds, driving spend back out of you with every thrust. He wants you on your hands and knees or prone most times, wants to mount you and manipulate your body how he needs it, and in spite of the heated words you toss back at him, you’re more than malleable in his grasp. Despite your conflicted relationship, Gregor knows how to make you scream, and he takes advantage of that at every turn until your throat feels raw. 

The commando wants your attention at all times, relishing in how you come undone with him inside you. At one point, he’s got you nearly folded in half on your back, but your gaze drifts to where Chuckles and Crater are talking in hushed voices in the corner. The two of them are speaking too quietly for you to hear, their gazes locked on you as Gregor fucks you. You strain to catch what they’re saying before a strong hand grabs your jaw, squeezing firmly enough to part your lips, turning your head back to meet Gregor’s gaze. 

“Now love, I’m the one fucking you, so I expect your undivided attention. Understood?” 

You’re defiant at first, rolling your eyes until he delivers a searing slap to your clit. You arch your back, yelping as he grips your jaw again. 

“I said, understood?”

“Yes sir,” you whine. 

He laughs, but it’s darker than the trademark hoarse giggle you’ve come to associate with him. “I think I like it when you call me ‘sir’.” 

His fingers dig in to the flesh of your hips, leaving fresh bruises alongside Crater’s fading ones, but more than anything, he loves to spank you while he fucks you. Both of your asscheeks are red and stinging each time he finishes, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t egg him on just a little. Crater watches carefully, seeming to understand what’s going on and frequently checking in on you, cradling your face in his hands as Gregor takes you from behind. You reassure him every time before begging for him to slip his cock into your mouth. He always obliges, praising you for asking so sweetly.

You crave them. And they keep you full. 

And then there’s Chuckles. 

Crater is molten and Gregor’s scalding, but Chuckles is a warmth that envelops you, blooming within you as you press parted lips against his skin, panting his name like a prayer as he takes you. It’s unexpected and yet familiar in ways you’ll never be able to articulate and are pretty sure you’ll never tire of. 

He’s reverential yet impatient, constantly hovering for the next opportunity to slip inside of you, to claim you in whatever way he can. When he slides his cock between your lips, he wants you to go slowly, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks while he stares at you, watching the way your jaw and lips stretch to accommodate him. He strokes your hair, muttering praises, guiding your hand to touch his body. He savors you as if every second is the last one he’ll spend with you, as though you aren’t counting the seconds until the next time he’s inside of you. He’s greedy, laying atop you and grinding into you for as long as he can hold out before he groans and empties into you again, cradling the back of your head. He’s frantic like his brothers, but it’s different, as though he’s making up for lost time that you both didn’t know you’d missed. 

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t drunk on him, pulling him closer while he’s buried in your cunt, pleading with him not to stop what he’s doing because you’ll never get enough of him. You kiss and suck at every piece of his skin available to you, desperate to have his taste again. He does the same, leaving love bites across your collarbone and on both breasts. You think the sight of those marks spurs him on. For you, it’s his groans and gasps drive you wild, and you find yourself craving them, desperate to hear them fall from his lips, pulled from him by you. 

The second time he empties himself into your pussy, you plead with him to let you clean him again. He obliges, but what remains on his cock isn’t enough for you, and you guide his fingers between your legs, scooping his spend out of you and licking it from his fingertips. His pupils blow wide as he repeats the motion, dragging his fingers through your cum-soaked cunt and watching as your tongue traces his knuckles, cleaning him off. 

“Fuck, Bolts,” he whispers with a gentle veneration that sharply contrasts with your debauched state. When you’re finally sated, he kisses you deeply, tongue tracing yours. He looms over you as you feel your hips being raised with rough hands, Crater you think, slipping back inside of you while Chuckles steals the air from your lungs, his fingers drifting down to play with your clit and draw another moan from you. 

You lose count of the orgasms they pull from you, spiraling higher with each one until they shove you off of the cliff, leaving you a wrung-out, panting mess on your mattress. Your sheets are damp and you know you’ll need to wash them after this, but for the moment, you can’t be bothered to care about the way the fabric sticks to your skin.

“I think she’s ready.” 

You think it’s Crater talking. Hands help raise you to your hands and knees. A straw presses to your lips, and as your vision clears from the haze of your latest orgasm, you see it’s Chuckles. When you finish drinking from the water packet, you kiss his palm. 

“Thank you,” you rasp, mustering a wink. 

“Yeah, she’s ready,” he agrees. His voice is breathy, eager. He’s excited. 

The mattress sinks again as Crater lies on his back, pulling you on top of him so that you’re straddling his hips. He doesn’t even give you time to settle before he pulls you down, impaling you on his cock with a gasp. There’s no resistance at this point in the night, and he bottoms out easily. Your hands fall forward onto his chest, and you realize you’ve never been on top of him before. You clench, grinding on him playfully, but before you can make a snide comment about getting used to this, his hand rockets out, gripping your throat. 

“Don’t get any ideas.” 

You glance over at Chuckles, who’s watching you hungrily, his lip caught between his teeth. He’s already pumping his cock slowly. A hand taps your cheek, and you look back down at Crater as he begins thrusting into you. 

“Eyes on me, pretty girl.” His hand slips back down to your throat and squeezes. You clench instinctively, and he smirks. “Good girl.” 

Crater lets you ride him for a while, grinding against him and bouncing on him until sweat slicks your heated skin. You’re closing in on your next orgasm when he grabs your hip, slowing you. You whine as the coil in your gut loosens. 

“I promise it’ll be worth it,” Crater rasps. Reaching up, he pulls you forward onto his chest before speaking over your shoulder. “Go on, Gregor. She wants to be filled. Let’s give our good girl what she wants.” 

You hear a chuckle from behind you as Gregor kneels down, straddling Crater’s legs. He presses against your spine, arching your back and presenting you to him. Crater’s cock twitches inside of you, and he nips at your ear. His voice carries a tinge of a thrill as he whispers to you. 

“Gonna stuff you full, pretty girl. Just like you wanted. We’re going to use you all at once and fill you. Now, be good and relax for Gregor.” 

You feel Gregor massaging more lube into your already slick asshole, pushing some cum back out of you, and you tremble in Crater’s grip as you feel Gregor’s body get closer to you, the heat radiating off of him.

“Color?” Crater whispers.

“Green.” 

He nods at Gregor, and you feel the head of the commando’s cock brush your asshole. You shiver and whine. Crater thrusts up into you slowly to appease you, massaging the back of your neck. You reach around, spreading your ass for Gregor, and he giggles. 

“She’s so desperate to be filled ,” he snickers. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you need, love.” 

And then he enters you. Your back arches even more as Gregor works his way inside of you, a centimeter at a time, thrusting gently in and out of your ass. He’s careful and cautious, a far cry from the man that took you roughly for the first half of the night. You’re appreciative and impatient, but you stay still as you’re stretched around them. Crater holds you tightly to his chest, stroking your hair and whispering praise in your ear as you moan. 

“I can feel you taking him. You’re doing so well. Knew you’d be so good for us. Letting us have all of you like this. Such a good girl. So pretty with two cocks in you. Can’t wait to see Chuckles fill your mouth too.” You whine again, and Gregor gasps. 

“Oh, she liked that.” He grips your hip as he pushes himself further in. “That’s what you want isn’t it? To be completely filled? Knew you were filthy the first night you let me fuck you in that alley, but never imagined you’d be like this, Bolts.” 

You clench again, and he spanks you. The grip on your throat returns, and suddenly Crater’s snarling in your ear. 

“Don’t make me regret letting you have our cocks so soon, pretty girl. Otherwise, we can tie you up with that silk rope and really draw this out. Now, are you going to behave?”

“Yes,” you gasp. “Yes, sir.” 

“Good.” 

Gregor bottoms out, and you groan loudly, clawing at Crater’s shoulders for purchase, attempting to ground yourself as the pleasure takes hold of your every nerve ending. Crater is holding so still, and you can feel the tension in him as Gregor slowly draws almost completely out of you and then thrusts back in. 

“That good, love?”

“S-so good,” you stammer. 

He does it again, stilling as he buries himself in you. Your breath is coming in short gasps. 

You need more.

Crater fists your hair, pulling your head up so that your foreheads are touching. Your mouth is hanging open as he stares into your eyes. “Are you ready?” he grits out.

“Yes. Please. Please fuck me.”

He thrusts his hips slightly, and your eyes roll back in your head as an inhuman moan escapes you. You’re so full. Every inch of your skin prickles with pleasure. It’s perfection and everything you’ve ever wanted. You’ve never been used like this, had your body pressed between two lovers. You never want it to end as you begin to float, basking in the stretch of your body as it accommodates the two men. 

And then Gregor starts moving. The two of them fall into a slow rhythm, Gregor driving into you as Crater drags himself back out. They cue off of each other, picking up the pace until they’re fucking you hard, your body jostling between the two of them. You prop yourself up on your palms, glancing over your shoulder at the man buried in your ass. A strand of Gregor’s normally slicked hair has come loose, hanging in his eyes as he stares down at where his cock is sliding in and out of you. It’s the most disheveled you’ve ever seen him, and it thrills you to know that you’re the reason. You’re making the commando come undone. 

A groan from the corner of the room catches your attention, and you turn your gaze to where Chuckles is leaning against the wall, pumping his cock in time with Gregor’s thrusts.

“Chuck,” you whisper. It’s a plea, one he’s more than willing to reward. He wastes no time in getting to your side, kneeling next to you. Crater readjusts you so that you’re leaned towards the mohawked pilot, and he buries his hand in your hair as he feeds you his cock. 

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this,” he rasps. He’s wrecked. You can see it. You try to concentrate on running your tongue along the base of him as the other two thrust into you, but it’s hard. You find you’re getting lost in the constant drag of the three thick cocks in and out of you, but a sharp tug to your hair grounds you. Tears stream down your cheeks as you look up into Chuckles’s eyes. 

“S-so gorgeous like this. So p-perfect. What a sight you are. Taking three cocks. N-never thought… fuck, like that.”

You hum around him, and his hips jolt, sending his cock to the back of your throat. You’re a disheveled mess, but the way Chuckles is looking at you makes you desperate to please him, desperate to be his. You press him into your throat again and gag. You can see him already getting close, a vein in his temple throbbing as he attempts to hold himself off for at least a little longer.

“You gonna let me fill that throat, sweetheart?” he asks. “Gonna swallow all of it for me like a good girl?” 

You choke again as he presses to the back of your throat, but you don’t tap out, and he keeps going. You know you’ll be hoarse tomorrow, but that’s what you wanted. Chuckles begins to fuck your mouth more roughly. 

You love it. You begin to clench, the coil in your gut tightening as you get lost in the sensation of the three men taking their pleasure from you. They use you, exactly as you wanted and hoped. You’ve surrendered to them, entrusting them with your body and being, and they’re taking all that they need while giving you everything you’d ever fantasized about. You’re bliss embodied, pressed between their warmth as they pull you apart and push you towards yet another orgasm. 

Chuckles twitches against your tongue, and you know he won’t be able to hold out much longer. “G-gonna paint that pretty tongue. You ready?” 

You hum against him once more, and he groans, pulling you off of him and tilting your head back. 

“Open your mouth. Open your f-fucking mouth.” 

You do, sticking out your tongue. Chuckles presses the head of his cock against your lower lip, pumping himself frantically. “S-so fu-cking good,” he grunts as he unleashes himself. You feel the hot, sticky warmth hit your tongue, some landing on your upper lip and painting your cheek. Chuckles groans as you keep your mouth open expectantly. With a shaking hand, he drags his thumb across your cheek, catching his stray cum and smearing it on your tongue. 

You keep your mouth open. 

He stares at you before understanding creeps across his face. He leans down close to you, gripping your jaw. You feel his breath stutter against your skin. Crater and Gregor slow, watching the two of you. All you can see is Chuckles as his gaze flicks to your open mouth, and then your eyes, asking for your final permission. 

“Are you mine?” he whispers. 

You nod. 

Chuckles stares into your eyes as he hollows his cheeks and spits directly into your mouth. 

“Good girl,” he praises. “Now swallow.” 

You do. 

And you cum violently. 

Every inch of your body locks down, and you gasp and whine and moan, as wave after wave crashes over you. Your vision goes blurry as tears leak from your eyes, and you shudder and twitch.  You feel Gregor and Crater both groan. Gregor pulls out and comes across your ass, and Crater’s hips stutter as he empties himself inside of you again. You collapse forward onto his chest, curling into a ball and shivering violently. Warm hands cup your face. 

“Bolts?” 

Crater’s voice sounds so far away. You feel fingers tap your cheek gently. Your eyes flutter open, and you find Crater watching you carefully, searching your gaze with concern. Your pulse is beating against the inside of your skull, and you feel hot and freezing at the same time. You’re gathered into arms and cradled. More than one set of hands moves over you, carefully inspecting and pressing. 

“I’m alright,” you rasp. “But I think I’m done for now.”

“Yes, you are,” Crater whispers against your cheek. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” 

“I’m s-sorry. I didn’t ask on the last one. S-snuck up on me,” you stutter. 

“That’s alright,” Crater soothes, his voice gentle and warm. You’re pretty sure his lips are pulling upward in amusement at your apology.

“Did… was it… Bolts…” Chuckles is on your other side, cradling your neck and helping Crater support you. You can see apprehension in his face, worry that he overstepped in those final moments. You grin dopily at him before pulling him down for a kiss. 

“It was perfect,” you whisper. “You were perfect.”

He smiles. 

Crater is quietly watching the two of you, and after a few moments, he leans down to speak quietly to you. “I’m going to give you to Chuckles so we can get you cleaned up. Is that alright?” You nod, and he kisses your forehead before shifting you into Chuckles’s arms. “Hold her and take care of her. I’m going to go get her shower started.”

“I’ll change the sheets while you do that,” Gregor offers. Crater nods. 

Chuckles eases you down, wrapping his arms around you and tucking you against his chest. His heart is thundering, but the steady rhythm soothes you as you tuck yourself closer to him. He places a kiss to the top of your head, inhaling deeply in your hair. The tremors wracking your body begin to subside as you’re enveloped in Chuckles’s arms. 

“Easy, Bolts. I’ve got you,” he whispers into your hair. 

“I know,” you murmur. 

You hear Gregor rummaging around in your storage bin until he finds your only other clean set of sheets. The shower hisses on, and after a few minutes, Crater re-emerges. He and Chuckles guide you to the ‘fresher, helping you into the shower. Your shower isn’t large, but somehow the three of you fit into it. Crater supports you as Chuckles carefully cleans every inch of you. They work together to wash your hair, which is matted from the night’s activities, gentle fingers massaging your scalp. They check you over, ensuring you’re not uncomfortable. You reassure them incessantly until some of your snark returns, which earns you another kiss from Chuckles, playful but clearly intended to shut you up. 

When you’re cleaned to their satisfaction, Gregor is waiting with a towel and wraps you in it as you step out on wobbly legs. He dries your hair with another one as Chuckles and Crater flank you, ensuring you stay on your feet. When he’s done, Gregor leans down and kisses your cheek. stroking your face tenderly. You roll your eyes, but you can’t deny you appreciate his gentleness. 

The three of them lead you to your mattress, which they’ve left on the floor. Crater lets Chuckles lay down with you first, pulling you against him before he lies down next to you, snuggling against your back. Gregor has water waiting and helps you drink. Their warmth soothes you, but something’s shifted. Every touch from Crater is hesitant, and it seems as though he’s waiting for Chuckles’s permission. Finally, they make eye contact over your shoulder, and Chuckles nods at his brother. That seems to relax Crater, as if he were worried he was nearing some sort of unseen boundary. Gregor lies on a bedroll at the head of the mattress, and it’s not long before you hear him drop off, snoring softly. Crater’s breathing fans across the skin between your shoulder blades, and it’s not long before that evens out as well, and his arm subconsciously slips around your waist. 

Chuckles is still awake, although you can hear that his heart has slowed to a steady rhythm from where your face is pressed against his chest. You snuggle into the dip of his shoulder, inhaling his scent as you feel him playing with your hair. You think you hear him murmur something to you, but you can’t make out the words before sleep takes you.

—

You wake in the middle of the night to fingertips digging into the flesh of your hips and grunts and gasps coming from behind you. In your half-awake state, you glance over your shoulder. You’ve rolled over to face Crater, and Chuckles is lying on his side behind you, rutting against your ass with sweat peppering his brow. His lips are slightly parted as he watches his cock stroke between your ass cheeks. 

“‘M sorry,” he whimpers. “You just… fuck you look so good. I tried to just… I’m sorry.” 

His eyes meet yours, pleading and burning into you in the darkness. 

“What do you need?” you whisper, grinding back into him slightly. He’s so worked up, he moans at the contact, his forehead pressing against the back of your neck. 

“C-can I have your ass?” he begs. “Please let me have it.”

You reach behind you, arching your back and spreading yourself to give him more access in silent concession. Chuckles eagerly takes his cue, cock already slick with lube, and he frantically spreads some on your asshole with his fingers, groaning as they slip inside of you easily. You scoot back against him, and he holds his breath as he presses in, unleashing a low, wanton groan as he bottoms out easily. You’re sore from the night’s activities, but the fullness and the feeling of Chuckles’s warmth behind you, his need, it spurs you on, and you press yourself back into him, spearing yourself on his cock. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect. I can’t believe you let me do this to you. Never going to be able to get this out of my head, Bolts,” he groans, his breath fanning across your skin. 

“Don’t have to,” you pant as he slowly drags himself back out of you. “I’m yours, Chuckles. All of me. Whenever you want.”

“You mean that?” he rasps against your shoulder.  

“Yes.” 

He cradles you in his arms as he slowly thrusts in and out of you, whispering against your skin. 

“I’ve wanted to do this forever. Wanted you so badly, but was always afraid you’d tell me to get kriffed. If I’d known, I’d have taken you home that first night at 79s. I’d have had you a million times by now. Every chance I could.” 

You reach behind you, gripping his hip and pulling him into you, and he interlaces his fingers with yours. He presses closer until he’s able to kiss along the back of your neck and your shoulders, and you arch your spine to give him a better angle. A warm hand grips your knee, and you turn to find Crater pulling your leg over his thigh. 

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” he whispers to his brother. 

“She’s fuckin’ gorgeous,” Chuckles agrees. “So soft. So fuckin’ soft and warm.” 

“So good for us,” Crater rasps. 

You whimper as his fingers trace your lips before his hands find their way to your breasts, tweaking your nipples and making you keen in Chuck’s grasp. 

“What do you need, pretty girl? Tell me, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” 

Your brain is buzzing, completely lost in the way Chuckles feels inside you and the way Crater is looking at you, hungry and interested and wanting. You try to wet your lips, attempting to answer his question, but Chuckles thrusts into you again, and you gasp instead. Crater cups your jaw, watching as your brows furrow in pleasure. His eyes dart over your shoulder, and Chuckles nods at him. Having whatever permission he felt he needed, Crater kisses you. His beard scratches against your skin as his tongue slides past your lips, and you sob as his fingers find your clit. He swallows every moan and gasp, eventually moving along your jaw, sucking marks on your neck where your jumpsuit will cover it. 

Chuckles grips you harder but keeps his pace slow, every ridge of his cock stroking your insides as he buries himself inside of you once more. 

“Do you want Crater to fill you again, sweetheart? You want us both to take you again?” 

All you can manage is a nod. 

Crater nibbles along your collarbone. “Need to hear you ask, Bolts.”

You manage to gasp out a single word. 

“Please.”

Crater pulls your leg further over his hip, and Chuckles adjusts to give him room. You feel fingers drag through your folds before the hot, blunt head of Crater’s cock presses against you. You squirm, trying to drive him into you too. 

“Shhhh easy, pretty girl. Gonna be gentle and go slow.”

“She’s so impatient,” Chuckles teases from behind you. “You just want our cocks that badly, gorgeous?”

“Please,” you beg again, your voice a hoarse whine. 

Crater’s knuckles graze you again as he notches his head at your entrance and presses into you. His eyes flutter closed as he moans, shallowly thrusting into you until he finally buries himself in your heat. 

The two of them fuck you slowly, their hands roaming your body, reverently tracing your skin, playing with your breasts and nipples, readjusting you or holding your legs open. They praise you, worshiping your body with gentle touches and reverent words. 

“So perfect for us,” Crater rasps as his cock slides into you again. “Such a good girl.” 

“Like the Maker created you just for us,” Chuck gasps, sliding his hands around you to palm your breasts. “So good. Never gonna get enough of you. Can I keep you?”

“Yes. I’m yours,” you moan. “All yours.” 

You’re not sure if minutes or hours pass, the only sound in the room being the rustling of the sheets, quiet groans, and whispered words in between shared breaths. Hands pull your face back and forth, angling your lips so that they can both kiss you. They’re both so different. Crater’s passionate, but it’s clear the kiss enhances the sex for him, whereas Chuck seems like he’d be satisfied only kissing you. When his mouth envelops yours, he sometimes forgets to keep moving, and you have to grind back into him to remind him. It’s an awkward angle with him behind you, but you ignore the strain in your neck, desperate to taste him more. The way he moves, the way he holds you, the way he fucks you, it all feels as though he’s trying to convey a message that the two of you have long allowed to go unspoken. 

You hope he understands that everything is reciprocated. 

Your earlier orgasms were quickly built and rushed towards at breakneck speed, but the two pilots seem more concerned with carefully crafting your pleasure this time, grinding into you and finding the angles and touches that pull you closer to the precipice. You reach behind you, burying your fingers in Chuckles’s mohawk as he pants against your skin. Crater presses his forehead to yours as he reaches between you, pressing against your clit. 

“You don’t have to ask for it,” he reassures you. “Tell us what you need. Tell us how to make you cum.” 

You’re close. You’re so close. 

A soft groan breaks the silence from above your head, and you look up, meeting Gregor’s gaze as he watches the three of you, pumping his cock in the dark. His eyes are blown out with lust, and his lips are parted as his eyes find yours. 

“Gregor, come here,” you whisper. 

“You don’t have to, love. I can just watch.”

“I need it. I need you. I’m so close. Please.” 

Crater angles himself away, giving Gregor the room he needs to kneel near your head and offer you his cock. You open your mouth eagerly, taking him between your lips. His hips jerk when you run your tongue across his tip, flicking at his slit before finding the vein that runs along his shaft and tracing that downwards, taking him to the back of your throat. He doesn’t press you, but you need more. You grab Gregor’s thigh and pull him closer so that you can bury his cock in your throat. He cradles your head gently, trying to take some of the strain from your neck, but you couldn’t be less concerned, chasing your high with the three of them buried inside of you. 

It’s so different from the first time the three of them took you together, more gentle and slow, but no less thrilling for you. This time, you’re more aware of the slide and grind and feel of them as they push and pull, the way it feels when the tips of their cocks catch at whatever entrance they’re using. Sweat slicks your skin as you slowly squeeze your lower muscles, drawing a grunt and curse from Crater and Chuckles. 

“Want to see you cum for us, love,” Gregor encourages. “Want to watch you come undone. You’re so beautiful when you do.” 

You release him for a moment, resting your cheek against his thigh as you catch your breath. A line of spit connects your lips to him still, but he tenderly brushes it away. Just then, Chuckles readjusts behind you, and suddenly, he’s hitting the perfect place, and your eyes widen as your mouth falls open in a silent scream. 

“She loves that. Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop,” Gregor rasps.

“C-couldn’t if I tried,” Chuckles replies. “Cum for us, sweetheart. I’m not going to last.” 

Crater’s nimble fingers find your clit again, and you gasp. 

“G-Gregor,” you plead.

“What do you need?” he asks softly. 

“Touch me. Please.” 

He leans forward, cradling your face and pressing his thumb to your lower lip, rubbing it along your skin until you take it in your mouth and suck on it. You run your tongue over the callouses on his thumb, and somehow between the taste of his skin and the way he’s looking at you, it’s enough. 

You cum with a stuttering moan. Your eyes flutter closed as you release Gregor’s thumb, panting and gasping as your muscles lock down and you shiver. Your head swims as wave after wave washes over you, seemingly unending until you’re left trembling in its wake. 

“Beautiful,” you hear Gregor whisper between punctuated breaths. When you open your eyes, he’s coated his knuckles with his spend. He scoots away from you, and suddenly, Crater’s lips are crashing against yours, and his fingers bury themselves in your hair as his thrusts grow more erratic. 

“I’m close,” he whines. 

In your haze, your hand drifts to his neck, and his eyes snap to meet yours. You freeze for a moment, fearing you’ve made a mistake until he places his hand over yours and gives you a slight nod. The unspoken words are hanging in his gaze. 

Do it.

You squeeze gently against the muscles of his throat. 

“Cum for me,” you whisper. 

And he does, groaning as he empties himself inside of you. 

Chuckles is close behind, bottoming out as he fills your ass one more time. He holds you for a moment before slipping from you, panting against your skin. Gregor’s already kneeling between your legs, cleaning you gently with a warm cloth. 

“I’d try to get you to the shower again, but I don’t think we have enough towels,” he joked. 

“S’ok,” you mumble. “Don’t think I could make it there anyway.” 

Three different sets of lips find yours in the darkness, one bearded, one clean shaven, and one scarred. They each whisper their thanks, and you thank them in return. The words feel insufficient on your tongue. The trust and adoration you feel for each of these men seems overwhelming in the aftermath, and you’re unsure you’ll ever be able to convey to them what it means to you to feel this comfortable with them, to feel this safe. 

You suspect they know, even if you never find the words.  

You’re pulled back into Chuckles’s chest, but this time, Crater doesn’t take the place beside you. Instead, he opts for the bedroll Gregor was sleeping on, offering his place to the commando. 

For once, Gregor seems uncertain, and you have to stifle a giggle and the snarky remark that’s threatening to erupt from you. Instead, you reach for him, and he takes your hand, sinking onto the mattress next to you. 

“Come closer, I don’t bite,” you snicker. 

“I would beg to differ,” he responds, which earns him a playful slap to the chest. 

“You like it.”

“Only in some settings, love.” His teeth flash in the darkness as he gives you another cheeky grin.

You take his hand, placing it around your waist. “We’ve never done this,” you say softly. 

“Never slept together either if memory serves.”

“Well, maybe we should this time.” 

“If you snore, I’m smothering you.”

You roll your eyes. “I might smother you regardless.”

He huffs, but you slip a hand around the back of his head, pulling his face to yours and resting your forehead against his. 

“You know I don’t hate you, right?” 

His eyes soften slightly. “News to me.” 

You grimace. “I don’t like you. A lot of the time. I don’t know why, but you get under my skin, sometimes on purpose I think.”

He shrugs. “Riling you up is one of my favorite pastimes.”

You roll your eyes again before sobering. “But… I do care about you. And want you safe.” You exhale. “And there are times I don’t dislike you. Times outside of when we’re fucking.” 

He smiles, not the cocky grin that he usually has, but a genuine, soft smile. 

“I’m glad. Because I don’t always dislike you either.” 

“It only took a foursome for that to get resolved,” Chuckles mutters from behind you. You reach back and pinch his ass in retaliation. He pulls you closer, grazing his teeth along your neck. “Behave or I’ll leave a mark the suit can’t cover.” 

“Fine,” you concede. “But don’t get used to it.”

—

You wake in the morning to a warm presence next to you. When your eyes flutter open, you find Chuckles sleeping peacefully on his side, his nose brushing yours. His arms are wrapped around you, and he’s snoring softly. You hear bumping around in your ‘fresher along with some off-key muted singing. You smile, recognizing the gravelly, high-pitched tenor as Gregor’s. Crater is nowhere to be found. 

A low hum draws your attention, and you find Chuckles’s warm eyes staring into yours, having awakened with your movement. “Hey,” he whispers. 

“Hey,” you reply. 

He’s searching your eyes, and hesitantly, his hand strokes your cheek. You lean into his touch, and something in his gaze softens. Your heart stutters in your chest. 

“Glad we got your eject fixed,” you whisper. 

“Yeah. Me too,” he replies. “Wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.” 

Your fingers trace a scar that runs down the center of his chest on top of his sternum. “Would… would you do it again?” 

He raises his head to look at you. “With you?” 

“No, with Rog,” you mutter. He reaches down and lightly flicks your cheek, and you giggle. “Of course with me, you fuckin’ mynock. I told you that last night.” 

“I wasn’t sure you meant it or if you just said it in the moment.”

“Of course I want you, Chuckles. I have for about as long as we’ve known each other. But was scared, same as you.” 

He slips his knuckle under your chin, and your mirth fades from the intensity with which he’s looking at you. 

“Bolts, I’ll sleep with you as many times as you let me. But what I’d really like to do is take you to dinner.” 

Heat flushes across your face. You like that thought. But you know it’s impossible.

“Chuck, we can’t. If anyone knew… well, I don’t know what would happen to you, but at a minimum, the other guys might think I pay more attention to your fighter than theirs. Or they’d think you’d get special treatment, or-” 

He cuts you off with a kiss, and you melt into him. 

“Fine. When this is all over then. I’ll take you to dinner when we win the war.” He holds out his little finger. “Pinky swear.” 

You smirk, locking your pinky with his. “Deal.” 

Silence hangs between you for a few minutes as the two of you get lost in each other’s eyes, savoring this moment that’s just between the two of you. To your relief, everything feels the same with him. 

But it’s also undeniably different. And you don’t want to go back. 

He’s thinking hard about something. You can see it in the way the wrinkle between his brows deepens. You snuggle closer. 

“What is it?”

“You… I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to bumble through it. I know I just told you that I want… I want to date you, but it doesn’t… I don’t… it doesn’t just have to be me if you don’t want it to be. I know you and Crater have a thing going, and at this point, I have no idea what is going on with you and Gregor, but I don’t want-” 

It’s your turn to shut him up by pressing your lips to his. He mumbles against your mouth, and you giggle. 

“It’s rude to interrupt,” he scolds when you come up for air. “I lose my train of thought easily.” 

You roll your eyes, but get even closer to him, throwing one leg over his hip. 

“Crater and I aren’t romantic. We’re casual. I would like to still have him involved, and Gregor too if he wants to be, but things with you are… different.”

“Different?” 

“Yeah.”

“How?” He’s hopeful. And it warms and terrifies you at the same time.

Your brain buzzes with static as you flail to find the right words. “I… I want to go to dinner with you. I want to talk with you. I want to sleep next to you. Just sleep. I want to kiss you outside of this bed. When it’s just the two of us in the garage. I want to hear how your day went.” You huff in frustration as what you’re trying to convey continues to elude you. “I know that sounds ten kinds of cheesy.”

He grins. “I like cheesy.” He takes your hand, brushing his lips across your knuckles. “And I like you. I’m not worried about Crater and Gregor still being involved if that’s what you want, and I don’t think they’re threatened by me. And I’d like to see where this goes.” 

You duck your head as heat rushes to your cheeks. “I’d like that too.” 

Your eyes meet again, and something shifts between you. 

You want him. 

Leaning forward, you press your lips to his. He pulls you against him, rolling you underneath him. His knee slots between yours, and you’re already wrapping your legs around his torso, coaxing him into your heat. 

“More? I thought you’d be sore, Bolts.” Despite his half-hearted protest, he ruts against you, his cock already hard as it slips against your core. 

“I am. But I want more, Chuckles. More of you.” You bury your fingers in his mohawk, pulling his face down to yours and kissing him hungrily. He groans into your mouth. “Please,” you whisper against his lips. “Please let me have more with you.”

He huffs a laugh against your skin, his hand finding its way to your thigh as he pushes into you. 

“I’ll give you anything you want, Bolts.” 

Your arms wrap around him, fingers digging into his skin as he eases into you, panting against your cheek. It’s slow and gentle and tender and so different from anything you did yesterday, but this is what you want. 

And you want it with Chuckles. 

He presses his forehead to yours as he bottoms out. The soreness fades to a dull ache, overcome by the feeling of him inside of you, pressing against your walls as he nestles even deeper inside of you somehow. Your lips find his again, and his tongue slides into your mouth as he slowly starts to rock his hips into you. Heat courses through you as your heart flutters. You’re giddy, and you feel like you’d float away if he wasn’t pinning you to the mattress. 

Sex with Chuckles almost feels like a soothing balm after all of the nights you’d spent thinking of him, certain he was out of reach to you. Even though he’s inside of you, you want him closer, want to feel as much of his skin against yours as you can. He cradles your face, studying your every feature as he takes you, taking note of every moan and whine and angle that draws them from you. He’s patient and attentive, exploring you in ways he didn’t have the time to last night. 

“Maker alive, I can’t get over how gorgeous you are,” he pants. 

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

He manages a smirk as sweat trickles from his temple. “Damaged goods.” 

“I prefer the phrase ‘uniquely customized,’” you whisper, pressing a kiss to the scarred corner of his mouth. “I do have one question though.”

He pauses, remaining buried inside of you. “What?”

“That mark on your ass?”

He stifles a sheepish giggle, burying his face in your shoulder and muttering, “Was hoping you’d forgotten about that.”

“I’d like to think I’m going to see a lot more of that mark if we’re sleeping together. It was bound to come up again.”

He thrusts into you gently, and you glare at him for his obvious attempt to distract you. He gives you a pained grin, clearly understanding you won’t be deterred.  

“Fine. My batchmate and I agreed to tattoo each other one night when we were cadets. His name is Two-Pint, and he’s known for his homebrews. They are deadly. Needless to say, we’d had a few. Can’t remember what I asked for, but that’s what I wound up with. It’s anybody’s guess as to what it was supposed to be, and it’s a miracle it didn’t get infected.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “So, what do you think it looks like?” 

You burst into laughter. Deep, belly-shaking laughter. 

Chuckles seems surprised for a moment, but soon is giggling as well, burying his face in your neck as he shakes with mirth. He’s still buried inside of you, but somehow, the laughter feels more intimate than anything you’ve ever done with a partner. You wish you could bottle this moment, keeping it for your darkest days. You press your foreheads together as you get lost in each other, kissing one another in between fits of giggles as he occasionally rolls his hips into you. 

“You’re an idiot,” you gasp, wiping tears from your eyes. 

“As long as I’m your idiot,” he grins back, readjusting his legs and thrusting back into you at an angle that makes you see stars. 

“You two are having entirely too much fun out here,” Gregor snarks, emerging from the ‘fresher with a towel wrapped around his waist. 

“You jealous?” you tease.

“Of you having to hear Chuckles’s jokes all the time? Not on your life,” he replies, retrieving his clothes and beginning to dress. 

“Leaving so soon?”

“Got a briefing.” 

“Not even time for one last quickie?” you tease. 

“As appealing as that sounds, love, I think if I get undressed again, I’ll be tempted to make myself late.” 

“At least have breakfast then,” Crater says from the door. He’s carrying a box in one hand and a small bag in the other. “I went out and got some food. Bolts doesn’t keep much to eat around here.” 

Gregor smiles, plucking a pastry from the box when Crater offers it. “Let’s do this again sometime then.”

“Stay safe,” you call from under Chuckles. 

Gregor hesitates before approaching the mattress and bending down towards you. Chuckles makes room as the commando presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll do my best, but no guarantees. I’ll comm you.”

“No you won’t.”

“I’ll try.” 

You roll your eyes as the commando grabs his bedroll and leaves, tossing one last wink over his shoulder. You can’t help but smile as he disappears out the door.

Crater sets the box on the floor next to you. “I suppose I should get going too. Briefing’s cancelled for today, by the way.”

Chuckles pauses, slipping out of you to roll onto his side as he looks at Crater. You huff indignantly, but he’s too focused on what his captain is telling him. “How’s that work? We leave tomorrow.”

Crater smirks. “Not anymore. Looks like the situation will resolve itself in the next few hours, and our support won’t be needed. The 501st gets to have all the fun today.” He reaches for a pastry that smells like jogan fruit. “So you two relax and enjoy yourselves. Especially since Bolts already had the garage closed to do her inspections today. No one should bother you.” 

“What are you going to do all day then?” you ask. 

He pauses, glancing down at you before he shrugs. “Probably some reports to work on.”

Chuckles wrinkles his nose. “You always get your reports done first.” 

Crater glares at him, but he shakes his head. “Always something to do.”

You both see through him.

“She wants you to stay, Crater,” Chuckles states with a slight tinge of exasperation. You stifle a grin as the pilot continues. “The deal is just that I get to take her out when this is all said and done. She’s explained where you two are at, and I’m not worried about it.” He grins, but Crater just quietly raises a brow, which sobers his brother.  “She trusts you, and you know I do too. So stay if you want.” Chuckles pulls you closer to him. “But if I’ve got a day off, I’m not leaving this room.”

Crater takes a bite of the pastry, chewing slowly as he looks at you for confirmation. You nod. 

“You don’t want things to change? I don’t want to overstep with you two,” he says quietly.

“You aren’t,” you reply, reaching for him. He wraps his hand around yours. “I know it’s different with us, but I still want you, Crate. I’d like it if you stayed.”  

He seems taken aback for a moment, and you suddenly realize why he was so restless in his sleep last night. 

He was worried he was intruding on something. He was going to step back to let us explore this. 

And that’s why you love him. Not in the same way you feel for Chuckles. Not that you love Chuckles…yet. But Crater knows where you stand. And I think he feels the same.  

Predictably, it only takes Crater a few seconds to slip back into his quiet confidence. But you still know that you finally surprised him, and you’ll relish in that moment for a while. He smirks at you. “Well. You did cum last night without permission. And you were pretty mouthy. I suppose we should work out what that will cost you.” 

You feel the tension leave your shoulders as you feign indifference with a shrug. “If you feel the need.” 

Chuckles tugs on one of your nipples, and you gasp, glaring at him without any real heat. “I think I’d like to see how she looks tied up in that silk rope you mentioned. If you think that fits the bill.” 

Crater raises his scarred eyebrow, clearly surprised at how eager his brother is to jump in. Your body is already singing with anticipation as Chuckles peels the covers back off of you. You inhale sharply as you see all of the marks the three of them left on you the night before, but you can also see the two pilots already mapping the places they’re going to mark you next. 

“I suppose that’d be appropriate,” Crater notes, opening the bag he brought with him. “I was going to give these to you as a parting gift, but maybe we’ll try them out today then.” He lifts out a set of binders, a new vibrator, and a gag that makes you clench around nothing. He notes how you dig your teeth into your lip at the sight of the last item. “Does that sound good to you, pretty girl? For Chuckles and I to try some new things with you today?”

“Yes,” you breathe. 

“Yes what?” 

You shiver. “Yes, sir.” 

He smirks. “Better eat some breakfast then, Chuckles. It seems like you’re going to need the energy.” 

The mohawked pilot grins as he crawls down to the end of the mattress, lifting your legs over his shoulders and sinking onto his stomach. You inhale sharply when he presses your legs apart, nuzzling at your clit as he meets your eyes, licking his lips.  

“I’ll get a donut in a minute. There’s something else I’d like to eat first.”

Weeks pass with you and Crater continuing to meet in secret. He already reads you so easily, knowing what you need and when you need it with a shared glance or a subtle touch. There are nights he practically peels you apart until you’re laid bare for him, shuddering in the aftermath of however many orgasms he deemed necessary, but there are also nights where you don’t have sex at all, just enjoying one another’s company like you always have. 

Tonight seems as though it’ll be the latter. It’s been a hard week with too many fighters going out and too few returning. Crater’s even lost a few brothers, and yet, somehow, he decided you were the one that needed consoling, showing up late in the evening with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Now, you sit perched on your desk with him in your rickety chair, the two of you a respectable distance apart as you sip the amber liquid in your glasses. Some of his men are still milling around in the hangar outside of your office, and you wonder if it’s to avoid going back to barracks that will be emptier than they were a week ago. You spy Strike, Chuckles, Guin, and even the medics Sticks and Stones speaking quietly to each other. Chuckles catches your eye for a moment before turning and speaking to one of the droids working on his fighter. His words don’t carry to you, but you can see how tired he looks. Grief is a part of the job, but it takes a toll regardless.

Crater’s quiet, his eyes more distant than usual. You suspect he’s doing the same thing as his brothers, biding his time until he’ll be too tired to count the empty bunks and think of their previous occupants. He’s lost fewer men than most, but you know each one weighs heavily on him. 

“Rough week,” you murmur, staring into your glass. Not a strong start to a conversation, but you hope it’ll open the door for your friend if he needs it. 

“Heard special ops might be back on Coruscant soon,” he notes, purposefully ignoring your statement as he swirls his whiskey. You take the hint, adjusting accordingly.

“Oh?”

“Gregor commed last night. Asking to meet up at 79s when he gets back. Couldn’t give an exact timeframe other than ‘soon’. Sounds like things haven’t gone great for him either the last little bit.” 

You hum under your breath. In the chaos of the last week, you’ve hardly thought of the commando. A small pang of guilt settles into your stomach. You still wouldn’t say you like him, but that doesn’t mean that you don’t worry about him. You’re glad to hear he’s safe. 

Crater’s studying you, and you meet his gaze. 

“What?”

“He asked how you were.”

Your entire body suddenly feels warmer, and you take a sip of your drink to try and hide it, even though you know that won’t work with Crater. 

“You gonna see him?” he asks.

You shrug. “Dunno.”

“I won’t be jealous.”

You smirk into your glass. “Wasn’t particularly worried about that.” 

Crater taps his fingers on the arm of the chair. “You given any thought to what I mentioned a while back? With him and Chuckles?” 

A jolt of electricity licks up your spine as the memory takes hold of you. You laying on your bed with Crater’s cock buried deep in your ass while he fucks you into your mattress, sweat slicking your skin as he whispers filth in your ear. 

“I bet you’d love to have Gregor’s cock in here too. Maybe he takes your sweet little cunt while I pound your ass. But that still leaves your mouth. Maybe I get Chuckles in here to fuck that smart little mouth while Gregor and I take you. Would you like that, pretty girl? To be ruined by three men at once?”

Yeah, you’ve given that plenty of thought. 

You shift as your cunt clenches around nothing, and Crater huffs before taking another drink. 

“You want me to talk to him and Chuck?”

You catch your lip between your teeth. “If you did, I’d want the rules to be the same as they are with us. And we’d need to be careful.”

“Of course.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees and lowering his voice. “I’d already planned on making the ground rules clear if you wanted me to approach them. They’ll know the limits and boundaries. The big thing I need to know from you is what you are looking to get out of it. How you’d want it to go.” 

You allow your gaze to drift back out to where Chuckles is standing with his brothers. 

There’s always been something between you and Chuck, although neither of you have ever made a move to explore it more. You’ve often found yourself snuggling into his side at 79s, even sitting on his lap a few nights, his hand settling protectively on your lower back as the two of you cackle uproariously at whatever antics are taking place around you. But you’d never thought there was anything more to chase after. Especially not after some of the fights you’ve had. And he’s never approached you, not like Gregor or Crater have, so you’ve always assumed there isn’t much interest on his part. But still, you know you trust him. And if you’re honest, before Crater came along, when you were alone in your bunk at night with your fingers buried in your cunt, it was a different member of the 28th who you cried out to as you came undone. 

Crater’s staring at you, waiting for your response, and the corner of his mouth twitches, as if he can read your mind. You stutter out a response, hoping to distract him and derail your thoughts of Chuckles.

“I’d want… I’d want it to be something to blow off steam. I’m not really looking to be romanced or anything.”

“You never are.” 

You huff indignantly and toss a wadded up piece of flimsi at him. He catches it, eyes boring into you. You haven’t said exactly what you desire, and he knows it. His voice is a low rasp, and you feel your face heat even though you are certain no one outside of the office can hear him. 

“Ask for what you want, pretty girl.”

“I-I want it to be rough. I want the three of you to use me. I’d want to feel it the next day. I want to get out of my head, and help you all do that as well.”

Crater watches you for another moment before leaning back in the chair. “I think we can manage that. I’ll talk to them both when Gregor is planetside. If that’s what you want.”

It’s his last check for your confirmation, ensuring you’re really all in on this. 

Your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “It is.” 

He nods. “Good. Now, what do you need tonight?” 

You’re taken aback. You didn’t think he’d be up for anything right now, and you certainly weren’t about to ask, but his posture has shifted to something less rigid. His legs are splayed a little wider, and he seems more relaxed, and now you find yourself wondering if this isn’t just for your benefit. He’s relaxed with you, and maybe you can finally help him for once, taking him out of his head in the same way he does to you. You don’t want him thinking about empty bunks or burning fighters. 

You hop off the desk, standing over him until you have one of his thighs straddled between your knees. 

“I need you to take what you want from me, Crater. And then I need you to sleep here with me.” 

He knows what you’re doing, and you think he’s going to push back on the second half of your request for a moment. Instead, he tosses back the rest of his whiskey without breaking eye contact, letting one hand drift to your thigh, gripping you firmly and rubbing circles with his thumb against the fabric of your jumpsuit. 

“Alright. Close the door then.” 

You step away from him and head towards the entrance to your office. You can see the hangar has mostly emptied now, with the final few stragglers heading for the exit. Chuckles is among them, the last one out. As you go to shut your door, he turns back and meets your eyes. You can see his gaze flick to Crater, still in your office, before it moves back to meet your face. There’s something in those familiar brown irises that you can’t identify, and you briefly consider calling out to him. But before you can make up your mind, he puts on his helmet and leaves. 

Something in your stomach twinges, but you ignore it. 

You shut the door.

—

A few rotations later, you’re in your office when there’s a soft knock at the door. 

“Come in.”

Crater enters, helmet still on. 

“You busy?” 

“No more than usual,” you reply without looking up from the datapad you’re punching away on.

He doesn’t remove his helmet. “Color?” His voice is lower in the modulator, almost as if he’s whispering. 

You inhale sharply, finally looking up at him. His head is tilted to the side, evaluating you. He’s never come to you in the middle of the day before. And you suddenly realize why he’s probably here.

“Green,” you breathe.

He closes and locks the door, and without another word, he goes to your makeshift bedroom, returning a moment later with your plug. 

“Strip and bend over the desk.” 

You can’t shuck off the top of your jumpsuit fast enough, dragging your panties with it to your knees and bending over. You rest your elbows on the wooden surface as you have many times before with him, unleashing a shuddering exhale as he comes to stand behind you.

“Gregor’s back,” he rasps as he pulls your top desk drawer open, retrieving the bottle of lube you’ve hidden there for your more impromptu encounters in your office. You hear it click open, and you shudder with anticipation. “Chatted with him and Chuckles this morning. If you’re still alright with it, we’ll be by this evening after Gregor and I get out of our briefings.” 

“Lucky for you, my schedule is clear,” you tease. You and Crater both know you hardly ever have plans. 

He dips his helmet in a nod. His gloved hand comes to rest on your back, arching it slightly until your ass is presented to him. You feel some lube dribble onto your asshole, and you shudder at the chill as he presses the plug against you, working it in and out of you slowly until it’s fully nestled inside of you. 

“If I had time, I’d break you in myself right now, but that’ll have to wait until tonight. Leave that in,” he growls. “And wear something nice.” 

“Yes, sir,” you pant. You don’t know how you’re going to get through the next few hours like this. 

“And don’t you dare go back there and touch yourself,” he warns. 

You whine. 

“I’ll see you tonight, pretty girl.” And with that, he slips out of your office, leaving you stripped bare and bent over your desk, trying to catch your breath. You slam the button under your desk that locks the door again, bracing yourself on your palms as you try to get your legs to stop quivering at the feeling of the plug pressed inside you. 

Fuck. 

You stumble into your back room on wobbly legs, wanting desperately to climb into your bed and stuff your pussy full with your vibrator. But Crater always knows somehow when you disobey him. Last time, he tied you up with some silk rope and toyed with you until you cried and begged for release. The rope was still tucked in your bedside drawer, a silent threat.

Not what I’m looking for tonight. More hoping for instant gratification. So I’ll behave. This time.

You quickly dig through your crate of clothes, finally finding the parcel you’d purchased a while back. Ever since you and Crater started sleeping together, you’ve tried to find a few more pieces of lingerie to add to your sparse wardrobe. Nothing expensive since you’re on a budget and Crater has a penchant for tearing delicate fabrics, but this one you’ve been saving for a special occasion. It’s a dark grey bra and panty set that matches the grey accents on the 28th Combat Wing’s armor perfectly. The lace tickles your skin as you pull it on, and you glance at yourself in the mirror briefly, admiring the way your breasts are pushed together. A tiny fake gemstone sits embedded on a charm that dangles between your breasts. It’s a deep magenta, the main color of the 28th. It really had been too ideal to pass up.

Perfect. 

You pull your jumpsuit back on, trying not to think too hard about how full you feel as you recompose yourself and step back out into the garage. 

The hours drag on. For better or worse, no one really bothers you, and you are able to mostly remain in your office, leaving you squirming in private as you try to get through your paperwork while not thinking about how tonight's going to go. When you finally hear the main lighting systems begin to power off, signaling the end of the day, you can’t help but sigh in relief. Stretching your arms above your head, you stand, heading out in the garage to make sure everything got put away properly at the end of the day and that all of the droids made it back to their docks. 

It’s almost deafeningly silent in the darkness, and you keep to the path illuminated by the emergency lighting, taking your usual route through the hangar. Everything looks to be in order until a loud clanging sound makes you jump. 

You halt and hear another loud clatter followed by a few muttered curses and some indignant beeping, making you pause in the darkness. Under one of the emergency light beams, you spot movement. A mohawked head pokes up out of a cockpit of a Headhunter, and you watch as a tool is tossed out of the fighter, hitting the floor with a loud clang right next to a borderline belligerent droid. You sigh, heading over to see what the fuss is about. 

Chuckles is hunched over in his Z-95, muttering to himself as you quietly ascend the stepladder he’s pulled up next to the fighter. His armor is stacked on the ground next to the ladder, and as you reach the top step, you see he’s changed into a black tank top rather than his regulation undershirt with the Republic cog emblazoned across the chest. He’s leaning forward, giving you a view of some of the lines of the tattoo on his shoulder blade, flexing in the dim lighting as he grumbles unintelligibly. His arms and shoulders have several long, deep scars on them, more than Crater or any other pilot you’ve seen. Even his knuckles and fingers have a few light patches where the skin has had to heal. You wonder what caused them, and wonder if it’s tied to the large scar on his face. He’s burrowed under the flight controls, unaware of your presence, and you watch him for a few moments before leaning forward. 

“Can I help you with something?” you ask at a volume that’s slightly louder than necessary. 

Chuck jumps, smacking his head on the underside of the console with a loud curse. You giggle as he sits back in the seat, rubbing the back of his head and glaring at you. 

“What the kriff, Bolts?”

“I could ask you the same thing. What are you doing in here?” 

“My karking eject handle isn’t working.”

“You know you shouldn’t pull that in the garage, right?”

He glares at you again. “I’m well aware. But I can’t even get it primed. Something’s jammed.” 

You raise an eyebrow down at the droid, R0-G3, that’s parked just below, who beeps to inform you he was in the process of repairing it when Chuckles showed up. 

“Why can’t you let Rog do it? That’s his job.” 

Rog beeps angrily in agreement, and Chuckles glowers at him. “He said he wasn’t going to finish it until tomorrow, and I won’t have time to check it tomorrow before we head out the next day.” 

The droid beeps again, flashing his charge indicator, which is warning him it’s starting to get low. It seems he’s expended a good chunk of energy arguing with the pilot. You chew the inside of your cheek, something telling you there’s more to the story here. 

“Why do you need to check it? Don’t trust the quality of work around here?”

Chuckles freezes, unable to meet your eyes. “Of course I do. It’s not that, it’s just…” He sits back heavily in the seat, his eyes fluttering closed as he releases a long sigh, rubbing his hands over his face. You jerk your head at R0-G3, and he takes his leave, rolling off towards the far door that leads to the chargers. You lean on the edge of the cockpit, resting your chin on your forearms. 

“Alright. You wanna talk about it?” 

“Not especially,” he mumbles from beneath his fingers. 

You pick at some of the paint that’s peeling along one metal seam, changing tacks. “Crater talked to you about tonight, right?” 

One of his eyes appears between his fingers, locking with yours. “Yeah. He said you’re onboard with it. That you asked.” For a moment, his gaze is as piercing as his brother’s, and you fight the urge to squirm as he analyzes you.

“I did.” 

He hums, letting his hands drop to his lap and studying you. “I need to get this fixed tonight. Don’t really want to get into specifics. Just needs to be done. Even if I miss…all that.” 

You nod, noting the way his fingers brush the scar on his cheek that you’d always thought of as sort of his trademark. The damaged skin seems to pull his mouth into a perpetual smirk, but to you it has always been obvious that the event that caused it was anything but joyous. 

“If that’s the case, then we’d really better get this fixed,” you conclude, and before he can protest, you scale the rest of the ladder and climb into the cockpit with him, settling into his lap. He inhales sharply, and you wiggle your hips a little bit more than necessary as you duck under the console, pressing your ass against where his codpiece would normally be. It doesn’t take long before you feel something else that’s hard as plastoid pressing against you. 

“BOLTS! Maker almighty, what the kriff are you doing?”

“Helping you fix your ship. That’s my job.” 

You pull a penlight from your breast pocket and click it on, turning upside down to examine the eject mechanism under the seat. Everything looks normal. 

“Try to arm it for me.” 

Chuck sighs above you, but leans over you, one hand resting on your hip as the other flicks the eject switch on his console. You see the indicator light blink green, and you cautiously reach your hand out to the handle. 

“There should be a little give if it’s actually disengaged,” Chuckles says. “If there’s no give, then it’s not actually armed.” 

You gingerly tap the handle, and he’s right, the thing doesn’t budge a millimeter. 

“Hm.” You trace the connection along the floorboards, following it under the flight console to where you originally found Chuck. “Can you hand me the driver that’s in my right back pocket?” you ask. 

He huffs. 

“It’s right there, Chuckles. And if Crater actually talked to you, that’s going to be one of the more tame things you’re doing tonight.” 

You feel his cock jump where it’s pressed against your ass, and you playfully grind backwards a bit. The grip on your hips tightens, and Chuck huffs again before you feel a tug on your back pocket and the tool is thrust under the panel at you. 

“See, teamwork makes the dream work,” you snicker. You can practically feel his eyes roll at you, but he doesn’t say anything else. 

It only takes you a few moments to pry the panel loose and find the wiring. You can’t keep from wiggling and pressing back into Chuckles, and about the fifth time you do, you swear you feel him grind against you, but you ignore it, focused on your task. 

You finally find the source of the issue, a broken connection in the wiring, and you tap his thigh, reaching behind you again. “Soldering iron. Other back pocket.” He hands it to you without protest this time, and within a few moments, you’ve got the connection fixed and look back between your and Chuck’s boots at the indicator light for the eject. It’s still on, but this time, when you tap the handle, there’s give. You sit up, your hair flying in every direction, grinning triumphantly. “Think I got it, but double-check that’s what you’re looking for.” 

Chuckles leans over you, but without you climbing out of the cockpit, there’s not much room. He winds up practically doubled over you, his breath hot against the back of your neck as his fingers find the handle. You watch him give a slight tug, just enough to move it slightly. 

“That’s it,” he says directly into your ear. “Perfect.” There’s a pause before he leans a little more forward and kisses your cheek. “Thanks, Bolts.” 

Your face flushes with heat as he sits back, which feels ridiculous. This man is going to claim every part of you later if things go to plan, but here you are, giddy over a kiss on the cheek. “No problem,” you murmur, keeping your voice steady despite your fluttering stomach. “Now make sure it’s off so we don’t both get thrown out of here.” 

You hear him huff a laugh as he leans forward and disarms the eject while you clamber back under the console to replace the panel. Once that’s done, you sit back against him, propping one foot up and allowing your head to drift back against his shoulder. 

As much as you two bicker like drunken Jawas sometimes, Chuckles has always been your friend, another person you trust, even if you want to push him in front of a speeder at times. He takes your tools from you, carefully setting them on the top of the ladder before wrapping one arm around your waist, hesitantly letting the other hand rest on your thigh. 

A silence settles between you two as you sit pressed together. You allow your hand to drift over his, resting there, and he presses his cheek against your forehead. You can feel the day-old scruff against your skin. His chest rises and falls, pressing against you, and with every passing breath, the anticipation seems to grow, making the air around you feel charged with electricity. This isn’t the first time you’ve sat like this with him, but normally, it’s done out of necessity, squishing together in a booth as more brothers arrive at 79s. Chuck’s hand has often found a place on your thigh, resting comfortably there. It thrilled you in the past, even though you’d always figured it would go no further.

You both know tonight is different. 

Finally, he breaks the silence. 

“So why me?” he asks. “Gregor and you needed to fuck it out. Crater’s… well he’s Crater. But why involve me?” 

You reach up, letting your hand rest against his unmarred cheek. He doesn’t pull away, but watches you carefully. “Because I trust you, Chuckles. You’re right, Gregor started as a way to blow off steam. And so did Crater. But I wanted to… explore something, and Crater and I both agreed you and Gregor are the ones to explore with. I know whatever happens tonight will stay between us and won’t wind up scratched into a ‘fresher stall at 79s.” You swallow hard. “And… I care about you, more than I think you realize.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

You sigh. “Do you trust me?”

His brows knit together. “Of course.”

“With your life?”

“Where’s this going, Bolts?”

You interlace your fingers with his. “Did you know, I check every fighter that leaves this place myself? That is what’s going to happen tomorrow night before your squad leaves the following morning. I will be up all night if I have to, double-checking every millimeter of your fighter to make sure it’s up to snuff and will bring you back here.” You pause again, meeting his eyes. “Bring you back here to me.” 

Something shifts in his gaze, and his expression softens. He squeezes your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles. “The eject didn’t work right when I got this,” he says quietly, tapping his scarred cheek. “I was in an uncontrolled spin, losing altitude, and no matter how hard I pulled, the damn thing wouldn’t work. When it finally did work, it launched me into the canopy, and that’s when I got cut. Broke more bones than I can count. Punctured a lung. And then I hit the water. Thought I was going to drown because I was too hurt to swim, and water was just leaking into my mouth through my cheek. It… it was the most scared I’ve ever been. I don’t want that to ever happen again. If I go out, I want it to be quick. I-I don’t want to have time to think about it. So, I always check.” 

Your chest aches as you turn in his lap to straddle him, bringing your hands up to cradle his face, finally running your thumb along the raised skin on his cheek where the canopy’s transparisteel sliced him open. His eyes bore into you for a moment before he closes them, relaxing into your touch. Your heart twists at the thought of him, broken and bloodied in the seas of Kamino with his face flayed open, certain he’s going to die. 

You kiss him. 

It’s gentle and tender. There will be time for hunger and urgency later, but right now, you want to reassure him. You want him to know how much he means to you, that you care for him, and above all, you want him to know that he can trust you. 

And something sparks within you as he kisses you back. 

He’s careful and slow, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. Warmth floods through you as he hesitantly traces his tongue along your lower lip, and you allow him entry, burying one hand in his short mohawk and cupping his jaw with the other. He probes your mouth gently, and you feel him melt into you, his grip loosening on you but still keeping you pressed against him. You’ve kissed Crater, hells, you’ve even kind of kissed Gregor, but nothing felt like this. Chuckles is consuming you, and you know you could easily get lost in him just like this. You want to, but after a few moments, you rest your forehead against his, stroking his cheek gently. “I will never let that happen to you again, Chuckles. Ever. You are too important to me.” 

He meets your gaze for a few moments, and something unspoken flickers in his eyes before his face breaks out into a grin. “You know, if I’d known all this, I might have tried to get you out of that jumpsuit sooner.” 

You understand what he’s doing; he’s not good with sentimentality. He’s always dealt with humor. He’s allowed his jester’s mask to drop more than he ever has before, and you will treasure the trust he put in you in that instant, but if he’d allowed the moment to linger, it wouldn’t be Chuckles. 

But you also can’t deny that you already want to kiss him again. 

Instead, you roll your eyes, turning around to face forward once more and resting your back against his chest. His hands slide down to your hips, and you feel him readjust. He’s still hard as durasteel, maybe more so now. You give a playful grind, and he gasps behind you. 

“You’re playing dirty, Bolts,” he growls in your ear.

“I thought you liked it dirty. Weren’t you the one just talking about getting me out of my clothes?” 

His fingers slide to your stomach, tracing the zipper of your jumpsuit upwards until he snags the tab up by your throat. “Indeed I was.” He playfully nips at your earlobe, pulling you closer with his other arm. “You got any cameras in here?” 

“I’m flattered you think I have that kind of budget.” 

He tugs the zipper down. “Good.” 

You lean into him, allowing your head to fall back against his shoulder as he fully unzips your jumpsuit. He rests his chin on your shoulder, watching hungrily as each new centimeter of your skin is exposed to him. When the zipper is all the way down, he slips his hands inside of the rough fabric, tracing his fingers from your collarbone to your breasts before he gently cups the lacey grey garment you’ve chosen for this evening. 

“This feels rather impractical and fancy,” he hums in your ear. He pinches the charm in the middle, huffing a laugh. “Pretty though. Especially on you. Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” 

You shrug out of the top half of your suit, trying to hide the way your lips quirk at his praise and the heat in your face. He trails kisses along your bare shoulders as he helps you push the rough material downwards. “Very impractical,” you agree. “But not expensive. Meant to be ripped off of me.” 

He laughs again, a low growl that rumbles through you, and his hands are on your skin again, rough and warm as you sit nearly bare in his lap. He slips one hand inside your bra, grazing your nipple and causing you to writhe in his grip. He squeezes your breast and you moan. “Lift your hips,” he grunts in your ear, and a thrill shoots through you. You comply, and he manages to push your suit down past your knees, helping you as you kick it the rest of the way off along with your boots. You go to pull your panties down too, but he stills your hand. “Leave them on.” 

You sit back, and Chuckles immediately groans. His fingers reverently trace over your abdomen before they find their way between your legs, parting your thighs, and he inhales sharply when he feels the warm dampness there. 

“Matching panties? And you’re soaked. Bolts, you’re filthy.” 

His fingers are thick and warm against the seam of your undergarments before he slips his fingers under the lace, running his digits through your slick and bringing it to his lips. He moans as he tastes you.

“Fuck, you taste good.” 

“You wanna taste more?” you ask, quivering as his fingers glide back between your legs. 

“Not yet. Right now, I want to fuck you in this cockpit. I wanna think about how your pretty pussy feels wrapped around my cock when I’m flying.”

“Sounds distracting,” you reply in a tone far breathier than you care for. 

“I hear I think better with my dick anyway,” he counters as he toys with your clit.

“Crater said to wait for them,” you gasp, desperately clinging to the last of your resolve. 

“Since when do you take orders from the captain?” he teases, grazing his teeth along the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. “I thought it was your garage, your rules.”

“Since he started leaving handprints on my ass for disobeying him.” 

He hums as he slips a finger inside you. “Seems like you want it right now though. I’d slide right in no problem with as wet as you are.” He nuzzles against your ear as he adds another digit and starts driving his fingers into you, rutting against your ass. You moan as he slips his fingers in and out of you, digging your nails into his arm. “Do you want my cock right now?” he rasps in your ear.

You hope Crater will appreciate how compromised you were later as you grind against Chuckles’s palm. 

It’s really his fault for not getting here sooner.

“I want it. I want you to fuck me,” you moan. 

“Lift your hips again for me then.”

You obey as Chuckles rolls down his pants enough to pull his cock out, pulling your panties to the side and notching himself at your entrance. You feel his knuckles graze you as he pumps himself. His other hand grips your waist. 

“Sit.” 

You sink down slowly on him, and you hear his head thunk against the headrest of the seat as you clench, gradually adjusting around him until you’re fully seated in his lap. 

“Can feel the plug in your ass,” he grits out. “Crater said you might let us all take you at once, but I didn’t think he meant there. Maker, I can’t wait to feel you.” 

You give him another squeeze, trying to pretend you have an ounce of composure as his fingers find their way back between your legs, playing with your clit. 

You’re glad the garage is empty as you and Chuckles give into your carnal desires in the seat of his cockpit. You start off grinding slowly against him, allowing your walls to adjust around his thick member before you begin carefully bouncing up and down on him, ensuring to keep the head of him inside you before you drop back down on his thighs. It doesn’t take long for the wet slaps of your cunt slamming against him and your moans to start echoing throughout the empty garage. 

He’s a talker. Of course he is. 

“Maker, Bolts. I never thought you’d let me fuck this sweet little cunt. I’ve fisted my cock so many times, thinking about what it’d feel like to have you wrapped around me like this, but you’re so much warmer and wetter than I ever could have imagined. You’re like a fucking vice. I’m gonna fill you tonight. Take you in every way I can. Fuck, how are you so soft?” He presses against the small of your back, tipping you further forward as he thrusts up into you. His fingers trace the bruises on your hips and ass. “Crater leave these?”

“Mhm,” you moan, catching your lip between your teeth as he presses gently against the marks. 

“You gonna let me leave some of my own tonight, sweetheart? Gonna let me brand you when I claim you?” 

“Fuck, yes, Chuckles.” 

He groans, gripping your hips harder. You brace yourself against the edges of the cockpit, ignoring the burning in your thighs and calves as they protest the awkward position. It’s nothing compared to the feeling of Chuckles inside of you, and right now, that’s all that matters to you as you chase your pleasure. You’ve been wound up all day, and Chuckles is finally giving you what you’d longed for, rubbing your thighs together at your desk for hours. 

His fingers dig into your hips as he helps guide you up and down. Sweat dribbles between your breasts as you ride him frantically, chasing your high. He adjusts, and suddenly he’s hitting the perfect spot inside of you. Your head tips back and your brows pinch together as you frantically roll your hips, trying to ensure the head of his cock strokes the same place again and again.

“‘M so close, Bolts. Gonna cum in this pussy right now and then gonna have you clean my cock off. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Fuck, I can’t wait to fuck your ass. You’re gonna be screaming my name all night, sweetheart. You close?”

You whine as he slips his hand back between your legs, circling your clit. “Yeah. Yeah I’m close.” 

“Gonna cum on my cock, Bolts?” 

“Not if she doesn’t want to get edged until she’s crying for the rest of the night,” a voice calls out from the darkness. 

You and Chuckles freeze in the cockpit as two figures step into the light: Crater, who’s glaring at you, and Gregor, wearing a cocky smirk. Both of them are stripped down to only their under suits and boots, and Gregor’s wearing a tank top of some burger joint you don’t recognize, but it shows off his arms nicely. Both of them have bedrolls slung over their shoulders. Chuckles’s thumb rubs against your hip, and you clench around him. 

“I thought I told you to behave yourself,” Crater reminds you, his tone the low and dangerous baritone you’re more than familiar with. 

“Technically, you told me not to touch myself in the backroom of my office. And I didn’t,” you reply sweetly.

“You’re right, she is a brat,” Gregor giggles. 

“Better a brat than an asshole,” you pant, ignoring how relieved you are to hear his ridiculous laugh again.

Gregor is completely unphased by your words, snickering as he climbs the ladder, leaning on the edge and looking over your body. “Good to see you too, Bolts,” he jeers, gripping your chin and kissing you. You dig your teeth into his lower lip defiantly, and he grunts. Chuckles gives an indignant huff, thrusting up into you slightly to remind you he’s still there. You squeeze him as hard as you can and he groans as you release Gregor.

“I still fucking hate you, but I’m glad you’re safe,” you mutter.

Gregor just winks at you.

“Out of the fighter, you two,” Crater growls. You playfully roll your eyes, but oblige. Chuckles gasps when his cock slips from you, still hard and now glistening from being inside of you. 

“Sorry,” you whisper teasingly. “More where that came from though. Promise.” You kiss him again before readjusting your lingerie and climbing down the ladder, coming to stand in front of Crater. His eyes are practically glowing. 

“Think you’re cute, don’t you?” he says quietly. 

You shrug. “Like I said, didn’t technically disobey.” 

His fingers reach out, toying with the charm between your breasts. “Well, we’ll see how long that technicality deprives you of an orgasm tonight.” 

You shiver but try to keep yourself composed. “Chuckles, can you hand me down my suit and boots?” 

The pilot goes to toss them to you, but Crater snatches them out of the air. “Oh no you don’t. You wanted to get out of your clothes so much, you can walk back to your office like that.” 

You open your mouth to retort, and Crater raises his eyebrow in warning. You’ve come to recognize that look and all that it entails if you keep pushing your luck, so instead, you tuck your tongue in your cheek haughtily. 

“Alright then.”

A/N: Part 4 soon... and it's gonna be another one over 10k words.