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Don’t Mess With the Commander’s Patrol

(Actually, yes. Do that. Absolutely do that.)

Rating: Explicit 18+ (Minors DNI)

Word Count: 1.8k

Pairing: Commander Fox x afab!reader

Warnings: Thigh riding, no panties, armor stays on, semi-public sexual acts, masturbation (m)

Summary: You have a plan. A mildly risky plan, but one all the same. It’ll either be the best plan you’ve ever had and lead to good things for everyone, or crash and burn and leave you unable to show your face to another guard member ever again.

[Part 1] // [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

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Thorn knows your plan. Thorn is helping you with your plan. Thorn is maybe a bit too enthusiastic about your plan.

He means well though, mostly because you both want Fox to have a good night even if he’s still on duty. Which is exactly why Thorn’s first part in your plan is to get Fox to switch shifts with him so Fox will be on patrol tonight when you go out.

You’re giddy when you bring Fox’s caf that morning, though that might also have to do with the nerves you’re feeling thinking about later. It’s only been two weeks since that first kiss in his office, but you think this would be a welcome development in your relationship. It’s all you could think about since he said it.

If he wants a chase, then you’ll be more than happy to give him one.

You key in Fox’s door code - you’re not quite sure when you stopped knocking but he hasn’t said anything about it - and make your way over to his desk to set down his cup like always. The only difference now is that you also greet him with a sweet kiss before you lean against his desk, or his chair. Or sit in his lap.

He’s partial to the latter, which is what you do today. His arms wrap around you as soon as you’re seated, early morning work abandoned on his desk.

“Good morning, cyare.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “You look happy today.”

“I am.” It’s simple and it’s the truth.

He smiles and bats his eyelashes at you. “Any reason in particular?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Well, I guess there is this one pretty handsome Commander I’ve seen around…”

“Oh? Do I know him?”

“You might. You know, now that I think about it, he looks just like you.”

Fox snorts and you can’t help but to burst into giggles right along with him.

“That hardly narrows it down, cyare,” he admonishes.

“Well I can say for certain that he’s the only one who calls me ‘cyare,’ which I hear is a very sweet term of endearment.” You knock your forehead against his, and you can see the warmth shine in his eyes.

“What a lucky guy,” he whispers.

You peck his lips again, and once more just because you can. “He’s said that before, too.”

“Can’t help that it’s true.”

You talk for a while about anything and everything before your chrono chimes. The sound that leaves your mouth is one of utter annoyance. Fox chuckles again before letting you up, however reluctantly. He walks you to the door for one last goodbye kiss before it slides closed behind you.

“Heard you got a shift change. Maybe I’ll see you tonight.”

—-

The music from 79s reaches you before you round the corner and you can’t help but to feel optimistic about tonight, especially when you spot Fox almost immediately. Easy to do, you think, when his armor is painted the complete opposite of everyone else’s in the guard.

And that kama? Hot.

Your dress swishes around you gently as you make your way over to where he’s diligently patrolling the terrace. You know the moment he spots you because he pauses for a second before taking his next step. One step closer to you.

Smiling brightly, you stop in front of him and let him close the distance. Of course, he keeps a respectable space between you two. Even though the whole guard is keeping your relationship a secret, it can’t be known to the public.

“Is there something I can do for you, ma’am?”

You give him a wicked smile, one that you know puts him on edge with the way he shifts his weight minutely. “I sure hope so, Commander.”

“You’re up to something.” It’s not even a question.

You take a step back. “And if I am?”

He shifts again, and you wonder how exactly his muscles look when they coil under all that armor. “Then I’d have to take you in under suspicion that you’re a threat to the public.”

“Not the public, I can assure you.”

“Then who- stop!”

You take off running as fast as you can in the opposite direction, trusting Thorn’s second part in the plan. His ‘escape route,’ as he likes to call it despite it not being one at all, leads you to a dead-end back alley with no surveillance cams in sight. The route also optimizes your head start, giving you precious seconds to do what you need to. And it’s not a second after you’re done that Fox rounds the corner and marches over to where you’re casually leaning against the wall with your hands folded behind your back.

“I told you I’d find you, cyare,” he speaks softly, but you know you’ve got him at least a little wound up.

“And told you I’d be counting on it, Commander,” you reply cheekily.

He walks closer, nearly chest to chest with you and you can’t help but to notice how much bigger the armor makes him look. “You also said I should search you in this little red dress of yours next time I see it. So, what are you hiding under there?”

“I’m not hiding anything. I would be more concerned about what I’ve got behind my back if I were you.”

He tilts his head but says nothing.

“Pick a hand,” you continue, “I promise I won’t cheat.”

Fox’s hand reaches out and glides down your bare arm, pulling you closer along the way, until he reaches behind you. “Left.”

You smirk and hold out an empty hand.

“So what have you got in your right that’s so important, cyare?”

The moment of truth. You bring up your right hand slowly and let the small scrap of fabric you’d hastily removed when you entered the alley dangle from your fingertip.

Fox sucks in an audible breath before he presses you up against the wall, losing all grace as he pushes his knee between your legs and allows his hand to wander under your dress up to your hip. Checking.

“You’re not wearing-!” He hisses, unable to finish the sentence.

“Underwear? No. I told you I wasn’t hiding anything under this dress.”

He groans, gripping your hip tighter and unintentionally, or intentionally, bringing your unclothed center down to grind against his cuisse.

You whimper at the touch, hips bucking slightly.

“If I wasn’t on duty,” he trails off, his meaning not lost on you.

You’re confident, grinding down more firmly in want. “What’s stopping you?”

“Kriff.” You never hear him curse, so you know you have him. “Kriff. Can you get off like this?”

Your eyes widen slightly at the thought as your face heats. You never considered it, but hells did you want to. He asked so nicely too. “Yeah, yeah I can do that.”

“Good.” He wastes no time in dragging you over his thigh, which quickly lost its friction with how wet you are. The sound of your slick folds on him echoes around the alley, and it’s not something you’ll forget any time soon.

You moan, but it’s cut off by Fox’s hand covering your mouth.

“Quiet,” he whispers. “You have to be quiet.”

It’s a challenge when he’s so determined to make you cum, sliding you faster and harder down on him. Actually, you don’t know who’s leading more: him with both hands now on your hips, or you, using his shoulders as support to move yourself against no longer cold plastoid.

You do manage to keep quiet enough, only letting low whimpers slip through your gritted teeth. You can feel your walls unconsciously clench, wanting more than anything to feel him inside you properly. To feel what he can really do to you.

“I’m close,” you gasp, chest heaving, completely lost in the moment. “Fuck, Fox, I’m so close.”

He shivers violently against you. “Love hearing you say my name like that,” he groans quietly. “It’s okay, you can cum. Let go for me.”

You arc desperately into him, glad that he once again covers your mouth otherwise who knows who would have heard you finish. You feel a cool breeze as you come down and it’s only then you notice how much you’re sweating.

Fox carefully lowers his thigh, and you can see his hand clench and unclench while his visor is fixed on the very obvious wet spot that shines on his cuisse. You take your panties, that somehow stayed in your hand the entire time, and wipe up any evidence of your release from his armor.

You wink at him when you shove the now ruined fabric into one of his belt pouches. “Keepsake.”

You watch Fox as his head swivels to either side before he rips off his helmet and drags you into an especially needy kiss.

“You’re perfect,” he mumbles against your mouth before breaking away all too soon. His helmet slips back on, but not before you catch a glimpse of his red lipstick stained lips.

“So that was your plan all along?” He asks, straightening out your dress for you.

You smile. “Something along those lines.”

He tilts his head at you again, and you don’t need to see behind his visor to know he’s giving you one of his heart-stopping smirks.

“Next time you get an idea like that, comm me the night before and then come by my office earlier in the morning. It’s private,” he pauses, and you know he’s going to say more.

“And soundproof when I want it to be.”

---

BONUS:

After Fox makes sure you get safely into a taxi speeder to take you home, he has Hound cover for him for five more minutes. He walks into 79s and goes directly to the manager’s private ‘fresher in the back where he knows he won’t be disturbed.

As soon as the door is locked behind him he’s reaching for the cod piece he’s achingly hard behind. He wishes you could have sucked him off in that alley. If it had been more private, maybe. Actually, if it had been more private he would have just fucked you then and there, patrol be damned.

Stars, how he would have.

But instead here he is, holed away in a ‘fresher like a shiny afraid to be caught with his pants down.

He fishes out your panties from his belt and grips his cock with them in the same hand. They’re silky and cool against his heated skin, and the memory of what just occurred is all he needs to bring himself over the edge. He’s already so close it doesn’t take more than a dozen sure strokes before his cum is painting the silk, the red silk, ruining them even more.

He hopes you comm him tonight.

---

You do.

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Honey Heartbeat {Commander Fox}

pairing: commander fox x reader

warnings: none

***

***

CC-1010, Commander Fox stood out for his actions and ideals to lead the Coruscant Guard towards perfection, to bring peace and protection to those in need of it. After all, Fox is the barrier protecting the Supreme Chancellor from the enemy. That protection only grew when you came into his life. A newly knighted Jedi put to maintain the Chancellor safe, per his request. 

You were a peaceful person when Anakin Skywalker first introduced you as a childhood friend, towards the Chancellor, the old man took a liking towards you inmediately. The same day you were introduced, you had been given the order to be his own personal bodyguard. You were more than honored to take on such high request.

As you got to work for the Chancellor, the more you got to know the Coruscant Guard and its antics. 

You remember clearly how you met the Coruscant Guard, Palpatine introduced you personally towards the elite group of clones. 

- Men! This is General Y/N, she will be working with you to maintain the peace which you bring to the streets of Coruscant. The Chancellor introduced you and with that he smiled and left you with the troopers. The first trooper to warm up was Thorn, gentle yet stoic. You managed to make a nice friendship with the clone. He was the first to greet you into their ranks, then followed Hound, Thire and Stone. The last one was Fox, he did not warmed up quickly, it felt strange having a jetti in his ranks. 

The liking which you took towards the troopers was inmense, sure, you enjoyed the company of the 501st. Forever they would be your home and brothers. But the Guard became something else far more special. They became a sentient being for you to rest upon.

And their Commander was the beaming energy which pushed you through to keep fighting in the nonstopping war or at least to keep yourself alive for his own sake and yours of course. 

After Fox warmed up to you, everything became natural to you, as if the Force deemed so that you were placed in that place and at that exact moment. Perhaps you were destined to be by the Commander’s side for the rest of your days in the galaxy. 

***

Today is no different than the rest, wake up, hit the refresher, have breakfast and go to your office and stay there until call upon the Senate building. You have been stationed in the Republic Center for Military Operations, alongside the Guard. You took it upon yourself to learn the base up and down and side by side and never got lost in it.

A skip follows into your steps as you encounter Thire on the way. “Morning” you beam softly as you enter the lift, the Commander nods back at you “Morning Y/N” he chuckles noticing the beaming in your face. He smiles underneath his bucket, Thire has learn to live with a jetti amongst his ranks as well. He can accept that you are a close friend almost like a vode. He considers you as a little sister although he knows very much that you can hold your own. 

“Visiting Fox earlier today, are we?” Thire teases causing you to elbow his side. “Shut it” you whisper as you stare at the Commander with a glare although he knows you’re joking. Silence beats for a moment as the two of you break down laughing. It’s the moments like these that causes you to enjoy the Guard and the beings which live surrounding you.

The lift stops, you leave it bidding goodbye to the Commander as you manage to stalk towards an specific office. Thire follows your skipping form as you make way towards his vode’s working space. “Have fun!” He shouts causing to flicker the middle finger towards him. The trooper chuckles as the lift closes and you are left alone down the corridor which you stop across the durasteel doors. 

On the other side awaits Commander Fox. 

You invite yourself in, as the door closes swiftly behind you. “Sure, come on in, make yourself comfortable” the baritone voice of your secret lover says hidden on a holopad. A smile edges your features as you make contact with Fox. “Good morning to you as well, my love” you sigh making your way towards your lover. But you stop, Fox lifts his gaze and stands making his way towards you, his gaze pierces you.

 His eyes look brown from afar, but as he nears you notice the color of honey. They're bright and liquid warm, sprinkled with light brown specks, framed by beautiful thick lashes. They remind you of the Corellian whiskey, you and Thorn whenever you are on leave, you watch him near, hiding behind the curtain of Y/H/C hair. When he slides into the space infront of you, you sneak a glance at him. You pause, noticing the power behind those breathtaking eyes. The power that's as reckless as a tornado. His eyes flash. For a moment they look golden with warmth and as careless as hell.

You are stunned by Fox’s gaze and the way they inflict upon you. A breathy sound escape your lips as you finally meets his gaze. “You will be the death of me” you mumble softly as Fox’s breathing fans over your face tickling your cheeks. The clone chuckled softly before leaning down towards your face and just like that your lips locked together. 

The kiss obliterated every thought. For the first time in forever Fox's mind was locked into the present. The worries of the day evaporated like a summer shower onto a hot ship. His usual mode of hurrying from one thing to the next was suspended, he had no wish for the kiss to end. Drunk on endorphins his only desire was to touch you, to move his hands under her smooth robes and feel your perfect softness. In moments the soft caress has become more firm, he savoured your lips and the quickening of your breath that matched his own. A kiss like this was a beginning, a promise of much more to come.

As Fox pulls away, he lays a gentle kiss on your forehead. The Coruscant sun shines through his office and it is moments like this that make him feel alive more than ever. It is not the fighting or the risking everything what keeps Fox beating. No, it is you. You keep him beating and breathing each day since you came into his life as a stranger. But now you are so much more than a simple stranger, you are his everything. 

“Cyar'ika, Ni kar'tayl gar darasuum” Fox mumbles softly causing you to nuzzle against his neck. “I love you aswell, Commamnder Fox” you answer sincerely as the two of you bask in the peaceful moment. 

Your heartbeat is steady like a drummer, keeping rhythm, keeping beat. It is no more fancy that a ticking clock or an acorn falling from a mighty oak. It is just your heart. Yet  you would never describe his heart that way. His is your everything. As you bask in the moment of love and peace, Fox tries to remember everything. You know the risks of falling in love yet, the word says so, falling in love. You did not decided to fall in in love with Fox, it just happened and now it is the most alive you have ever felt since you came to accept the fact. The fact that you are madly in love with Commander Fox and no one, not even the Dark nor the Light can erase your love for him.

***

A/N: Hello, after a long hiatus I am back on business. I came up with this piece while reading for Fox. I love him. I think that he deserves a lot of credit. I mean cmon he is amazing as well and there is not much written work about him out there so! I made something for him! I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know what you guys think down in the comments, as always reblog and like for more content! Forever grateful with you guys!

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Don’t Mess With the Commander’s Tour

(You can mess with the Commander on his tour, however)

Rating: Explicit 18+ (Minors DNI)

Word Count: 3k

Pairing: Commander Fox x afab!reader

Warnings: Lowkey fondling, sexting, oral (m receiving), panty ripping but make it sensual, unprotected p in v sex (be safe, use discretion), riding, implied face-sitting at the end

Summary: Your boss asks you to work with someone else for a story at the HNN, which by sheer coincidence leads you to taking a proper tour of the Coruscant Guard building, though it’s a wonder you get any work done at all with Fox’s presence demanding every second of your attention.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] //

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It’s one thing to stop by the guard building with caf every morning, but it’s another thing entirely to go there because of your job. The HoloNet News is doing a story about some high profile prisoners on Coruscant, and to make sure that nothing is missed, they’re doing a bit on the Coruscant Guard too. To be fair, this isn’t what you usually cover, but your boss lent out your talents and in a twist of fate here you are, actually going through security for once in a place you casually walked into that very morning.

You roll your eyes behind your temporary boss’s back as he explains everything to you like you don’t know any better. He doesn’t know you do, but that’s not the point. He has a reputation for being up-tight but you quickly realize that that’s putting it lightly.

You pin your visitors badge in place and go through the scanners, wondering if it would get back to Fox that you’re here if he doesn’t know already. Oh, who are you kidding, if he didn’t see your name on the schedule for today along with your boss’s then Thire will have told him by now, considering he’s the one checking you in.

Thire gives nothing away, introducing himself to you like it’s the first time you’re meeting. You snicker to yourself after you give him your name, shooting him a sly wink before he leads you down the hall. Your boss explained the itinerary back at HNN HQ, so you wonder why instead of going down to the holding cells, Thire leads you on a very familiar route to the offices.

More specifically, to Fox’s office.

“What are we doing here?” Your boss asks in annoyance. You want to tell him to shove it.

“Unfortunately something has come up that I need to take care of immediately, so Commander Fox will be taking over your tour of the facilities.”

Only Thire can see your grin when Fox’s door opens.

“Commander Fox, I presume?” Your boss drawls.

You shoot him a dirty look at his tone. If he starts to talk down to any guard member in front of you, you’ll be fired by the end of the day for what you’d do to him. And probably arrested. Again.

It would be worth it.

“Yes, sir,” Fox drawls in his own subtle way in return, and you know he’s already unimpressed with your boss.

“Good. My name is Wallace Trent, head reporter for the crime column. This is my assistant for today. Pay her no mind, she’s only here to take notes for me.”

You’re pretty sure you see the back of your skull with how hard you roll your eyes. Fox will be doing nothing but paying attention to you, just as you will be to him.

“I see,” Fox says carefully. “Let’s start then. Thire, I’ve got it from here.”

Thire nods at Fox and you (you know better than to think he’s actually acknowledging your boss) and you whip out your data pad, seemingly ready to start taking notes.

::How long have you two been planning this?:: you send to Thire’s personal comm.

Thire’s response is quick. ::Since Fox saw your name on the visitor’s list::

::And I’m sure you have you have much better things to be doing right now, right?::

::Have fun on your date::

::Shabuir::

You can hear Thire’s responding laugh from down the hall. Fox’s head tilts almost imperceptibly from where he leads you down to the cells, and you have no doubt Thire just told him about your short conversation.

Your fingers fly over your data pad, typing almost non-stop as Fox describes the processes that take place for varying types of criminals. He doesn’t give away anything about the facility itself that isn’t already public knowledge, much to your boss’s chagrin. Of course, it makes sense considering that would be a potential security risk if you report on it.

Besides, you have to give up your data pad, comm links, and recording devices before actually entering the prison, so you can’t take notes anyway.

Your boss really puts up a fuss when he hears that, but Fox gives him a verbal lashing that has you shaking trying to control your laughter. You type out a very quick message, not waiting for a response before you put your things in the bin to be held on the other side of the window.

::I love it when you use your commander voice. Very sexy::

There are two other troopers that lead you through this section, allowing Fox to take up the rear of the group, right next to you.

His hand comes up and rests on your shoulder, and you shiver when he squeezes ever so lightly.

“Careful, cyare,” he whispers lowly. “Don’t start something you won’t finish.”

You smirk in response. “Who says I won’t?” You mutter under your breath, knowing his helmet will still pick it up. To prove your point you slip your hand in the gap of the back of his kama, palming his upper thigh where neither his cod piece nor cuisse covers.

He wholly grabs your ass in retaliation. You know he feels you almost trip because he gives your butt a few light pats afterwards. Curse his armor, you want to fondle his butt too! The most you can do is drag your fingers around the release to his cod piece, but he gets the idea.

Though, if your hand happens to cup the uncovered area of his crotch briefly when you pull away, then that’s just a happy coincidence.

You wish you were on this tour alone, just him and you. You could get your job done and have a little (or a lot of) fun at the same time. Fox certainly wouldn’t mind. Either way you smile to yourself, because now you have something to finish later.

Fox bumps your arm subtly when your group makes their way back out of the cell block. You bump him back in acknowledgment that he totally just caught you daydreaming, and you know he knows exactly what you’re thinking. There’s a message waiting on your data pad when you pick it up.

::My office. End of the day::

::Giving me orders now, Commander?::

You don’t know exactly how Fox messages with his helmet, but you’re glad for it because it lets him do it with no one else but you being the wiser. And you’re good at multitasking, part of the reason you’re here to begin with, so listening to him talk and continuing your note taking, and typing dirty things back to him is easy.

::I thought you liked it when I give orders, cyare?::

::I very much enjoy it::

::So if I told you to get on your knees right now?::

You bite your lip. ::Then you better have your cock out by the time I hit the floor::

If you hadn’t been staring at Fox’s ass at that moment, you would have missed the slight twitch of his hands where they’re clasped behind his back. You’re determined to make him trip up like he made you earlier. Luckily the Coruscant Guard building is huge, so you have time.

::You’re playing a dangerous game, cyare::

::I rode your thigh in a back alley while you were on duty - I’ve already won the game::

The seconds tick by and you’re practically quivering with anticipation as you walk. Fox’s next message takes a minute to appear and you bite your lip again to stop any noises from escaping.

::I should have fucked you in that alley. Then I would have been able to feel your tight pussy around me sooner::

::You fucked me the next morning. It was hardly a long wait::

::But you were thinking about me the whole time, weren’t you?::

::Oh, I dreamed about how you’d feel inside me::

He doesn’t message you after that, and you wonder what he’s planning, because there’s undoubtedly something. You find out a few minutes later when the tour is finally over. You’re by the front desk getting ready to leave when Fox stops your boss, much to both of their displeasures.

“We will need to go over the notes your assistant took to make sure there’s no threat of a security leak. She’ll have to stay behind.”

Your boss scoffs and you have to hold in your eye roll when he looks back at you. “I want those notes as soon as possible, understand?”

“Of course, Mr. Trent.”

He leaves with another huff and as soon as he’s out the door you spin around and march yourself back to Fox’s office. You can hear Fox’s low chuckle before his footsteps start up behind you, matching your pace easily. He comes up beside you, but instead of grabbing on to you like he did before, he dutifully keeps his hands to himself.

You turn your head and look up at him in amusement. “Couldn’t wait ‘til the end of the day, huh?”

When you get to Fox’s door he keys in his code and all but shoves you inside as soon as it slides open, locking it when it closes and soundproofing the room. His helmet is off a second later and he grabs the data pad from your hand to toss on the couch. His lips are on yours the next. It’s a hard and needy kiss; one you return with equal fervor as he turns and presses you against the door.

“Not making that mistake again,” he says before kissing down your neck.

You can’t help but agree, working his armor off with slightly trembling hands as he continues to kiss down to your chest, undoing buttons on your blouse as he goes. His pauldrons and chest plate join your shirt and bra on the floor before you kneel to get his kama and cod piece off. He groans at the sight and you tilt your head up teasingly.

“You still want me on my knees, right, Commander?”

He strokes your cheek reservedly. “Always, cyare. You look so good like this.”

He’s already hard when you get his cod piece off, and you wonder how long he’s been like this. Since he read your first message? When you were getting handsy in the hallway? Maybe it was when you started comming each other, because you felt yourself getting more turned on with each new message that came through, too.

Whenever it was, you’re glad for it now, because the prominent bulge in his pants is something that you crave entirely. You kiss him through his blacks and he sucks in a breath. You’re tempted to tease him some more like that but you’re too impatient, needing to see him, needing to taste him, probably just as much as Fox wants you to.

You pull his blacks down until they catch on his armor, enough that his member springs free and you can finally get your hands on him properly. You don��t waste any time before you suck on him lightly and take his tip into your mouth.

Fox braces his forearm on the door above you while his other hand goes to hold the back of your head. He doesn’t try to push you further, just follows the pace you set, clenching his fingers and scratching your scalp lightly as you suck him off.

He’s heavy on your tongue. You take him down until you gag, your hand wrapping around the base that won’t fit in your wanting mouth. His precum slides into the back of your throat every time you go down, and it tastes somehow exactly like the smell of sex that’s already permeating the air around you.

He’s panting hard when you pull up with a gasp. His thumb drags through the trail of spit on your chin and pushes it back onto your tongue when you stick it out.

“We should move this to the couch,” he says breathily.

“Good idea,” you agree.

He helps you to your feet and guides you over, discarding his cuisses before pulling you down to straddle him, the skirt you’re still wearing sliding up and bunching at your hips.

You rub your still clothed pussy over his cock. “I think we’re still a little over-dressed,” you pout.

His hands rub up and down your thighs and your heart skips a beat at the downright devilish smirk he gives you. “The only thing that needs to go is-“

There’s a tearing sound.

You gape at him as you feel the delicate lace of your panties being ripped off at the seams. There’s a slight burning at your hip, but it feels as good at it hurt after the stinging abates.

You can’t believe Fox just did that.

Wait, no, yes you can.

You let out an involuntary moan when you see him bring the fabric up to his nose. You can’t take your eyes off him, watching him intently as his lashes flutter closed and he takes a deep breath. His tongue slips out to drag up the damp spot caused by your earlier arousal, making him to groan into the lace.

You grip his shirt tightly. This man is trying to kill you, and he’s succeeding. You’re pretty sure your brain has short-circuited at the sight in front of you. The last few seconds are on repeat in your mind. The feel of his chest rising under your fist, the string of saliva that connects his tongue to your panties when he pulls away, his absolutely blissed out expression, the sound he just made, it’s all burned into your memory. The heat that burns through you is delicious and compelling and you think you might die if nothing is done about it in the next five seconds.

“Kriffing hells!” is all you get out before you yank his hand away from his face and pull him into a fierce, bruising, tongue clashing kiss. You press your now unclothed center down, creating the friction you so desperately need.

Fox uses both of his hands to grab your ass and drag you even harder onto him. You both moan when his tip catches at your entrance, and you go back and forth to do it again. And again. And again. It’s not even close to what you both want but you’re unable to stop, lost on the edge of desire for more still and knowing you both can cum just from this.

Your lips don’t leave each other even when you finally manage to shift your hips and sink onto him slowly. He fills you inch by thick, glorious inch. Your breath catches when your thighs meet his, grinding your clit on his neat little patch of hair.

One of Fox’s arms slides up your bare back and grabs the back of your neck while the other one snakes around your waist. He holds you there tightly, breaking your kiss enough to rest his forehead on yours so he can look at you.

Neither of you need words now.

You grind your hips slowly and he barely pulls out before pushing back into you impossibly deeper. You gasp and whine when he hits exactly where you need him to the first time. He keeps at it, slow and hard and deep, his breath mingling with your as you pant between sloppy kisses.

“More,” you plead.

Fox doesn’t waste any time. He pulls your hips up until his tip catches at your entrance and slams you back down. It’s good he soundproofed the room because you scream at being speared on his cock like this. He sets a fast pace, and you grab onto his shoulders to help steady yourself. His grunts and moans join yours, harmonizing beautifully in the small room.

“Feel so good, cyare. So kriffing good around me.” Fox grips onto you tighter, and you can practically feel the bruises forming under his fingertips. Not that you mind.

“Fox!” You moan when his mouth latches onto your nipple. You keep up a steady chant of “Fox” and “kriff” and “yes” as he moves on. He sucks a dark hickey on the inside of your breast, and makes a matching one opposite it when he’s pleased enough with the first.

“Are you close?” He croaks. You can see how much he’s trying to hold back.

You nod earnestly, unable to form words. Fox angles his hips up and slams into that spot inside you that has you seeing stars. You scream out again in ecstasy as your orgasm rips through you seconds later. You can hear Fox yell out too as you clench around him, pushing in as deep as he can when he cums.

He fills you with his load, rope after rope of hot seed painting your walls. You stay connected until he’s completely spent. It takes a moment to come down from your respective highs, breathing together, foreheads once again touching like you’re not already as close as two people can be.

You place a soft kiss to his lips. “That’s two pairs of panties you owe me now,” you chuckle.

“No.” He kisses you back. “The first pair was a gift, remember?”

You snort and hide your giggles in his neck. “Yeah, I can’t argue with that. Just the one, then.”

He runs a hand up and down your back as you relax. “How about another pretty red one? I like that color on you.”

“I’m sure you do. Now, since I don’t have a pair to put back on, you better clean up your mess.”

Fox grins and lays down, pulling you down on top of him. “As long as you sit on my face, cyare.”

You clench unconsciously around his softened cock and he laughs like he isn’t giving a valiant effort to twitch and harden again at the feeling.

“Sounds like a plan.”

—-

You do eventually get your notes to your boss, after Fox takes five minutes to actually read through and approve them.

That only happens after round two, though.

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Given the events of Ch 3 how about Prompt 45? Thanks guys!

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The Commander and the Civvie, Chpt. 5

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Pairing: Commander Fox x female reader

Rating: T (teen)

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of injury, past betrayal

Prompt: 45. “If I have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode.”

The colour in Fox’s cheeks finally returned, now that he was finally discharged from the hospital and back to the office. 

It felt good to be back in the office and no longer looking at the same four walls. And as much as you hated to admit it, it was nice having Fox back in the office. It had felt odd not having him around, and although you tried to be there at the hospital as often as you could, once he woke up he was adamant you return to the office. 

Thorn stood in front of your desk, “Hey, mesh’la.”

“Hey Thorn, what’s up?”

“You got a second?” 

“Until he decides to call me in,” you tilted your head at the way his helmet stared at you, you could've sworn his brows were furrowed, “Thorn, everything okay?” 

“Before Fox got injured, he asked me to do a background check on you.” 

Your heart stopped for a second, “Oh.”

Thorn tapped the data pad against his other hand, “Mesh'la, you and I both know what's in here.” He held it up, “I know my brother, and I'd like to think I'm a fairly good judge of character. So… despite what it alludes to here, I have seen for myself over the past month how trustworthy, reliable, and hard-working you are. I've seen how much you value this job, how much it means to you and how you do your best to look after us. So I'm going to give you two options. Either I can go and talk to Fox first, tell him what I found or… we can go together and you tell him what happened. But if you hold anything back, I'll take over.” 

“So… you don't trust me.”

“That's not what I'm saying. I do trust you. However, you're not ignorant about why Fox got hurt. You know why he was acting off that day, or am I wrong?” 

You let out a sigh, your face dropping into your hands, “No, I knew about the hit. I just … I didn't know how to tell you guys.” 

“Well the least you can do now is tell Fox everything. If you promise me you won't hold anything back, I'll leave you and Fox to talk alone.”

You nodded shifting your head until you locked eyes with his visor, “Yeah. I promise. I won't hold back.”

Thorn gave a curt nod, “Good. Let's go.” He held his hand out directing you to Fox’s office. 

The tension in Fox's office felt suffocating, as you realized after this moment, the way Fox, Thorn, and everyone else in the department looked at you could change permanently. They would likely be suspicious of you and with good reason. 

“What brings you both here?” Fox asked as he sipped his caf, his helmet on the edge of his desk.

“I have the background report you wanted on mesh'la here.” Thorn tilted his head towards you, “However, I thought it'd be best if you heard it from her first.” He passed the datapad to Fox. “I'll leave you two to talk.” He stepped out letting the silence settle between you and Fox.

Fox let out a soft sigh through his nose as he turned the datapad in his hands.

“How do you want to do this? Tell me first or should I read what it says here and you fill in the blanks.”

He motioned for you to take a seat, noticing you were hesitating to open up. 

“Starlight, whatever happens, whatever I'm gonna learn, it won't affect how much I respect you. I have seen how passionate you are about this job. How much you try your best and how you made an effort to get to know me better even when I purposefully made your life difficult. So talk to me.” 

There was a slight pause, as you contemplated his statement before nodding. You took a deep breath to calm your nerves,

“There's really not much to who I am, and when you read the background you'll see I'm mostly a model citizen.”

“What do you mean by mostly?”

“Well, it has to do with the reason I no longer work at the bank.” 

“What, you tried to rob it?” He chuckled at his own joke, only for it to die on his lips as his eyes took in your somewhat guilty appearance. “Wait. You tried to rob a bank?” 

“No.” You looked at him, sternly. “I had nothing to do with that; not… not directly, at least.” 

Fox robbed his forehead as he tried to put the pieces together, “Okay. So … what happened?” 

You let out another sigh as you shifted in your seat, “You know I worked security at the bank. Administrative stuff, some overseeing, but mostly keeping track of who worked what shift, how many people were on, making sure maintenance crews had the proper clearance. Because of that I usually met the new recruits first, getting them to fill out their forms, having their pictures done and fingerprints scanned, so they could have their IDs. Well, a few months before everything happened, I… I met someone.” 

“You met someone?” 

You nodded fidgeting with your hand, “I mean… he was nice, sweet, funny, he… he even had this killer smile.” As much as you didn't want to, you couldn't help the smile that appeared on your lips as you remember your first encounters with Rian.

For some reason, the idea that you're smiling about this man created a knot in Fox's stomach. Why should he care that you met someone? Or that you apparently liked this man? 

“Who was he?”

“Rian. Rian Guthrie.” The smile falls from your lips as you mention his name, “It…” you let out a scoff, “It wasn't one of my finest moments, as it would turn out.” 

“What happened?” 

“Let me begin by stating I dated him for about a month, before everything went to crap in my life.” 

The fact that Fox and his brothers were somehow included in that ‘everything went to crap’ part of her life stung more than he cared to admit.

“I… I guess I was too head over heels for him, and didn't realize he was using me. He used my access to gain information about security rotations, vault passcodes, background information…” you rubbed your forehead as you let out a sigh, “He used my access, my reputation, my good name to plan a bank heist. When I discovered what he was doing, I was horrified and I contacted the CSF right away. They began an investigation into Rian, but they asked me to keep dating him, they didn’t want him to become suspicious and disappear. When they finally moved in and arrested him, they found out he was involved with the Black Sun.” 

“Kriff.”

“Yeah. Anyway he tried to put the blame on me. Said it was my idea, my connections that got him involved. I mean it was all nonsense and obviously he was lying but…” 

“Neither the bank nor the CSF could just take your word for it.” 

“Nope. And to make matters worse somehow the Black Sun learned I was the one who snitched. Eventually the CSF cleared me, but my reputation was ruined and so was my career. I lost my job, and most of my friends. The only job I could get afterwards was this one, and that was all thanks to the detective on my case. He was also the one who warned me about the hit taken out on me. He saw how much my life had been screwed over because of Rian, and he wanted to help me out not only with getting this job but just forewarning me of potential dangers. I've had to move three times already, for safety sake.” 

“Kark me” Fox ran his hands through his hair, “That's… that's intense.” 

“I am so sorry,” tears welled up in your eyes as the guilt you had been feeling since Fox got shot overwhelmed you. “I should've told you sooner. I should've…” your head dropped into your hands. 

Fox couldn't stand seeing you cry, he knew how much his injury had been weighing on your mind. It wasn't hard to guess or figure out after the way you took care of him. He stood from his seat and walked over to you, gently wrapping his arms around you as he kneeled. “I've never hugged anyone before so… I hope this is okay.” 

You nodded as you rested your head on his shoulder, hugging him back. It was a tad uncomfortable because of the armour, but you wouldn't have it any other way. 

“I'm sorry you had to go through that. I'm sorry that someone decided to use you, instead of seeing how amazing you really are.”

“I'm not amazing. I'm an idiot.” You didn't shift to look at him, just kept hugging him, tears falling on his plastoid armour. 

“You're not an idiot. He was a liar and conned you. That's not your fault.” Fox leaned back to look at your face, his forefinger gently wiping the tears, “What happened after he conned you is not your fault. And maybe you hate working here and you hate being around me and my men, but we love having you here.” 

“I don't hate working here or your men or you. Working here has saved me. It’s made me feel like I wasn't completely pathetic.” 

“Starlight, you're not pathetic. You're a woman who got caught up in a romance and hoped for happiness. That's how con artists work. They shower you with affection, giving you hope that you found the right one. You're not pathetic. You're… you're amazing and one hell of a secretary.” 

You let out a light chuckle, as you wiped your tears, “Guess I passed probation.” 

His laughter joined yours, “Starlight, you passed probation the moment you bought me caf and treats.” 

You smirked and nodded, “Glad to hear it.”

“Thank you for telling me all of this. I know it wasn't easy.” 

“Thank you for being… understanding.” 

“Always, Starlight. Now why don't you go and fix yourself up before anyone else sees?” 

You nodded standing up as he helped you, “Fox… I do mean it. Working here, meeting you and your brothers… you guys have saved me, and not just literally.” You tapped his chest plate over his heart and gave him a soft smile, before turning to go. 

Fox smiled as he looked at you, watching you walk away. He let out a sigh as he was left alone in the office, “You saved me too, Starlight,” He whispered.

His eyes didn't look away as you meandered through the path of desks and people to the refreshers. He sat at his desk, closing his eyes for a second, ‘my Starlight’, he called you in his mind.

“You okay?”

Fox opened his eyes to see Thorn standing there and leaning against the doorframe, “Yeah. It was a heavy conversation. And I'll need to confirm what she told me but, if I have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode.” 

“Understandable, vod. Why don't you relax for a bit, before the Chancellor starts calling you in for meetings.” 

Fox nodded, closing his eyes again, his fist clenched against his thighs. He was going to keep you safe, and he was going to make sure you never got hurt again.

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