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You were going to fight General Hux.
While his behavior towards you wasn’t exactly out of the ordinary, he seemed to be taking great pleasure in making you do things that weren’t strictly a part of your job description. Picking up his laundry was one thing, but playing servant was a wholly other ordeal. What made things worse was that today was supposed to be your day off, yet there you were, working harder than ever. It felt like your academy days all over again. The only solace was that you got to look at Hux while doing your tasks.
Maybe he had made the mess in his room to get you riled up. Maybe he was just messy every so often before he got around to cleaning the room. That was certainly understandable. Still, given how much he loved order -and giving orders- this was probably intentional.
“Your master is an asshole,” you mouthed at Millicent as you put away a stack of books. She rolled onto her back in response. If only he didn’t have a cat, then you’d be able to freely enjoy raging at him. How could anyone who had a cat be wholly bad? You sent a half-hearted glare towards Hux. The general was sipping tea and reading through some reports from throughout the base, obviously not caring enough about you to pay attention to your actions. Funny, you’d think that he’d at least spare a glance for you.
So, yeah. You were going to fight Hux.
You had been doing his errands since seven this morning. Once you had gotten breakfast, you had been informed via datapad that you were to report to General Hux’s quarters. This was the fourth time in a row you had been torn away from your regular duties. It was also the fourth day since the incident with the general.
Within half an hour, you completed your latest task set out for you and stood against one of the bare walls. Apparently, the general wasn’t one for decorating or adding many personal touches. If a decoration didn’t serve some function, then it was unlikely that Hux had it. He did have a nice view out his window, though. The stars were coming out as the sun went down.
“General,” you began, impatience tinging your voice. He didn’t look up from his holopad right away, something which only served to irk you more. When he was finished, he tossed the pad aside and stood up. You hadn’t expected him to get out of his chair. Was he… was he going to give you a goodbye kiss?
Wait, wait, no, that didn’t make sense. Bad thought.
“I know it was you.” He spoke simply, without any indication as to what he was feeling at the moment.
Your eyes widened in panic. Internally, you began to scream. So he hadn't forgotten that someone had caught him masturbating. Worse than that, he had figured out that it was you that had caught him. Worst of all, you had caught him thinking about you while masturbating. There had to be a way out of this situation, even if it meant lying to your superior. Okay, lying wasn’t the best option, but it was that or tell the truth and telling the truth seemed like a death sentence.
That narrowed your choices down to either begging for mercy or playing innocent.
“Sorry, sir?” you asked with what you hoped was a confused tone. Playing innocent it was.
“Security footage is a blessing, lieutenant,” Hux continued, his eyes locking you into place.
You mentally cursed yourself for not remembering the security cameras stationed in nearly every hallway and public room. Of course Hux would check those first. "Ah, shit," you muttered under your breath.
Something akin to dread sank through you and it took all of your strength not to show it. Kylo Ren’s temper was dangerous, but Hux’s temper was something of a legend. He didn’t get furious often, but when he did… he made Kylo look like a kitten.
“Did you like what you saw?” he sneered.
You took deep breaths. “Honestly, sir, I didn’t see anything,” you said quietly. “I left as soon as I realized what was going on.”
Despite your assurances, you knew that Hux wasn’t the kind of man to let his reputation get sullied, even in front of a simple lieutenant. How could you let him know it was okay without embarrassing him further? Your eyes dipped down, landing on his mouth. If you weren’t careful, he’d figure out that your thoughts towards him weren’t exactly appropriate at the moment. In fact, your thoughts towards him hadn’t been appropriate in a long time.
Of course, Hux didn’t get to be the general of the First Order without being able to read people. No matter how good your poker face was, he would have still been able to tell what emotions you were feeling.
“If you don’t want this, tell me to stop now,” he warned lowly, his warm breath brushing your ear. As confused as you were about his intentions, you weren’t about to tell him no, not when you’ve been fantasizing about this for months. Not when he seemed just as pleased to touch you as you were to be touched by him.
“I’m not going to tell you that,” you whispered. General Hux didn’t verbally acknowledge your acquiescence, instead he pinned your hips to the wall. Even between the layers of clothes between your bodies, you could feel him hardening. Your teeth sank into your lip, stifling a moan. He reached up a finger and tugged your lip free before sliding the digit into your mouth.
Almost instinctively, you ran your tongue along the leather. His pupils dilated as you sucked on his finger, coyly watching his normally white face tinge pink. Hux’s finger made a slick popping noise as he removed it from your mouth.
“Are you always so eager to put things in your mouth, lieutenant?” he drawled. A shot of arousal coursed through you.
“Just with you,” you replied, equally as sardonic.
A low growl left his throat. He rolled himself against you slowly, making sure he drove every nerve between your legs crazy. If you had been a less prideful person, you’d be begging him at this point. Since you were just a tad bit proud, however, you bit back the litany of pleas. You shouldn’t be so wet already, yet there you were. You wondered if he could tell just how badly you wanted him.
Without preamble, he began to undress you. His moves were precise and methodical, making certain to touch your newly exposed skin. Goosebumps were left in the wake of his fingertips. He teased you with barely-there touches, Small shivers made your body quake against his strong frame. Eventually, your wiggling in his arms must have frustrated even him, because the next thing you knew, you were on his mattress.
Consume , his mouth seemed to say. Mine , his hands whispered.
Hux wasn’t shy about his intention to mark your skin. He blanketed your body with his, every inch of him effectively caging you. At first, his bites were barely noticeable, but the more he undressed you, the harder his teeth pinched your skin. The slight sting should probably have made you hurt, but instead, it made you almost giddy.
After a few more marks on your neck and collarbone, Hux removed himself. The sudden chill made your nipples pucker further. You lifted yourself onto your elbows, wondering what he was doing. As he unbuttoned his uniform, he gave you an order.
“On your hands and knees.”
With energy you didn’t think you still possessed, you managed to do as he commanded. There was silence as he took in your body. Hux began to lightly trace down your spine with his gloved fingertips. Goosebumps trailed in their wake and you suppressed a shiver.
“General, please,” you begged. “Touch me properly .”
Smack !
You heard the sound before you felt the impact. Never in your wildest dreams -okay, maybe one or two- had you imagined he’d spank you.
“I will touch you when I damn well please,” he said coldly. “Now spread your legs.”
Biting back a hint of hesitation, you spread your legs widely. Now he certainly would be able to tell how aroused you were. The click of his belt being undone made you freeze. You weren’t sure if he was going to use it on you, but you didn’t want to be caught unaware if that was his intention.
Without warning, he reached forward and shoved his fingers into your mouth again. Unsure of what he was planning, you made certain to coat the digits to the best of your ability. Instead of touching you, however, he began to stroke his cock. Although you couldn’t see, you could definitely hear the friction. A blush heated your face. This was the second time he was jerking off to you -that you knew of, anyway- within a week.
As he continued to rub himself, he inserted a finger into your pussy. You arched your back in an effort to gain more of his touch. He pulled his finger out, but before you could protest, he slid two deep inside you. Your nails dug into the sheets at the sudden feeling. He fingered you at the same pace his hand glided over his cock.
“Going to come on my fingers like a good little whore?” he hissed. The smooth leather on his palm ground against your clit. Through the pleasurable haze that clouded your mind, you could hear the squeak of his gloves as they became slick with the wetness that seeped between your legs. A chorus of whimpers fell from your lips as you trembled, your body convulsing with an orgasm.
The waves of pleasure hadn’t even stopped before Hux thrust his cock deep inside you. You gasped, and it quickly turned into a short wail as he rolled his hips. He gripped your waist and began to pull out. The drag of his length was almost too much to handle, you could feel every inch of him. After a few experimental moments, he found a pace he liked. One of his hands dipped between your legs to toy with your clit. The sensation caused you to moan loudly. You had forgotten your attempt to keep quiet, but honestly, who could blame you?
Hux let out a low growl, drawing you up to his chest. His pace never faltered as he shifted the both of you. This new angle hit new spots inside you. You whined and gripped his wrist and he continued to thumb at your clit. Familiar sparks of pleasure flared. Your entire body went taut as you clenched around his cock.
“Good girl,” he grit out, his hold on your waist tightening. There would definitely be bruises if there weren’t some already. A few more staccato jerks of his body and he was gone. You hadn’t realized he was so close. Hux’s rested his forehead on your shoulder as he came. You felt overheated with him so close, but a little sweat was worth being coated with your general’s cum.
The two of you stayed still for several seconds, and naturally, Hux was the first one to move. His fingers glided over your lower back, swiping your skin clean. Although his hands probably weren’t enough to remove the tackiness from you, you appreciated the effort.
He was breathing slightly harder than usual, trying to obtain his usual air of composure. Within a handful of seconds, you were sitting upright on his bed, feet on the floor, and he was slicking his hair back into place. Seeing him in such a state of… vulnerability? No, calmness was a better word. Hux looked much less tense. You bit back a smile at your observation. You doubted he would like your assessment of him. While you were trying to catch your mind up to reality again, he caught your gaze.
“On your feet, lieutenant,” he ordered, looking down his nose at you. You didn’t need to be clear minded to obey your general.
“Sir?” you asked, bemused. To your chagrin, your voice was a little hoarse. You cleared your throat automatically and repeated your question.
“Go in the bathroom and draw up a bath. You are to get in it and wait. I shall join you briefly,” he stated before picking up some reports. You were once again being ignored in favor of First Order business, but with all the events that had transpired, you couldn’t find it in you to care much. Something else weighed heavily on your mind.
You were going to get to try that luxurious bathtub.
That was almost as good as getting fucked by Hux.
Almost.