General Hux asks you to look after his cat Millicent while he's on a mission. You discover new things about your superior that change how you see him.
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The loud clicking noises the heels of his boots make announce Hux before he even opens the door to your office. Of course, he doesn't knock. He just yanks the door open in complete disregard of the possibility that he could interrupt something important. Because what could be more important than listening to the great General Hux?
You sigh internally and get up from your chair to greet him with a handshake. He grabs it, surprising the officer that entered behind him. It's the only thing that happens on your condition. Early on, you made it known that you respect the chain of command and don't question Hux' decisions, if he treats you with an equal amount of respect.
You're good at your job, and you're persistent. The first maybe ten times he ignored your hand. Then, however, the eleventh time, he shook it with a sigh.
You are well aware that you're the only one who he greets like this. And it boosts your ego a little every time.
Giving the officer a nod, you sit back down.
"What can I do for you, General?"
Hux keeps standing, hands behind him, back incredibly straight. His eyes pierce into you, showing little emotion. They always appear cold, matching the rest of his demeanor. On some days, you ask yourself if he maybe is indeed a machine and not a human.
When he speaks up, his voice is flat: "I assume you know I will leave later today for a mission?"
"Yes, Sir." You want to ask him if you forgot anything or if he wants you to do something additionally, but you learned that he doesn't appreciate that. He will tell you what he wants, and you just have to affirm that you understand.
He gestures for the officer to hand you a key card. Like he couldn't have done that himself.
Confused you take it, turning it in your hand. It doesn't have anything written on it. Just a shimmery, blue piece of tempered glass.
"Since I do not know for how long I will be gone, you will have to look after my cat."
"Your cat?" You blurt out, way too surprised to hold it back.
Hux raises an eyebrow at: "Yes, Millicent."
"Ehm, okay." You nod, having no idea what you're supposed to do.
"What's the card for?"
"My quarters, obviously." He replies sternly, voice traced with annoyance.
Oh.
You just stare at him, waiting to elaborate.
"There will be a to-do list on the table. I expect you to follow it meticulously."
"Of course, Sir!"
"Good." He nods and leaves without further ado.
"But-" the door falls shut and you're left alone with the question about where the fuck his quarters even are.
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You're concerningly nervous when you hold the key card against the scanner. You had to ask several officers and lastly a droid to find out where is quarters are. You hated every second of it, because how must it look to others that you're just walking around asking where General Hux' private quarters are?
The door opens with a hiss, and you step inside quickly. Neither do you want to be seen entering, nor do you want to risk his cat to escape. You're pretty sure that would be a death sentence.
The automatic lights switch on and you find yourself in a large living room area. On the other end, several bookcases can be found with an armchair in front of them. On the right, there is a large, dark-brown, wooden table. It looks not like the standard First Order furniture. In fact, very little of the rooms looks like the standard interior design of the base. Even the lights are a different shade of yellow, way warmer.
"Huh." You let out in surprise.
On said table, you see a single piece of paper. You step closer to read in. In very fine handwriting, there is a list of things you're supposed to do:
Clean the litter box twice a day
Feed three times a day, wet in the morning and evening, dry in between
Millicent does not like being pet by strangers but appreciates the brush
Everything you need is in the cupboard in the kitchen, below the sink
"Feed three times a day? For fuck…Millicent?" You call for her.
This will be a full-time job, you think to yourself. How does Hux have time for this with all his duties? Also: Is there no lower-ranked officer who could do this?
Tap tap tap. Her little paws hitting the wooden floor announce the cat before it enters the room. "Just like your dad." You comment and start to laugh when you see her. She even looks like him. Well, she's way chubbier, but besides that, they look basically the same.
"Hello, Milly." You greet her and introduce yourself with your name. Her eyes are attentive, and it looks like she's assessing you. Crouching down, you offer her your hand. She slowly comes closer, sniffing it.
"You're cute." You tell her with a smile on your face. She meows a reply. Then she even rubs her little face against your hand.
"Oh, really? Your dad said you don't like that." Grinning, you give her head-scratches and enjoy stroking her smooth, ginger fur.
You don't want to overdo it and get up to look for the food. Assuming that she came out the bedroom, you push open the door next to it. Nope, bathroom. And a large one. There is a freestanding tub in the middle, a shower, and a toilet to the left and a sink and two dressers to the right. Everything is illuminated by long lines of light snaking across the ceiling. It's definitely custom made. The walls are dark red, giving everything a slightly risqué vibe.
When you're done gawking at the beauty of the room, you notice the litter box in the corner. At least you'll have a reason to come back in here again.
Meanwhile, Milly started meowing at you aggressively from the living room. She's impatiently running back and forth between you and another door. You guess that's the kitchen then.
While you go to open it, the cat is circling you, screaming up at you to hurry up. As soon as the door opens, she runs past you and stops in front of her empty bowl, looking wildly offended that it's empty.
The kitchen is a little more sterile than what you've seen so far. Apparently, the General doesn't cook much. Maybe that's where he saves the time to spend with this absolute unit of a cat.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm getting it." You roll your eyes at her and go for the cupboard that was mentioned on the list.
It's fully stacked with different sorts of food, toys, bags of litter, and so on. You randomly grab one of the cans and open it, filling the bowl up, having trouble not to dump it on Milly's head as she's already trying to eat it.
While she devours her meal, you clean the litter box and take a look at the bookshelves. They are full of history and art books. Absolutely not what you would have expected. You run your fingers over the back of the books, reading some of the titles. You simply cannot picture General Hux sitting in this armchair, relaxed, and looking at prints of paintings.
You flinch when the cat suddenly appears between your legs, rubbing your head against your them. "Already done?" You pet her and she gives you a nudge before trotting off.
On impulse, you follow her. She leads you into the bedroom. You inhale sharply. It's definitely not a space you would have ever guessed you'd find yourself in. Then again, you also would have laughed in anyone's face if they told you Hux would let you into his quarters at all – unsupervised.
Milly jumps onto the bed and starts to clean herself, lounging on the grey blankets. Indecisively, you keep standing in the doorway, dragging your eyes across the room. The walls are a soft teal color, most of the furniture having a similar, but darker tint.
You want to look rummage through everything really badly. But at least that you can stop yourself from. Hux trusts you enough to let you enter his quarters as you please. You don't want to betray that. Especially because you know how much of a privilege it is to have him trust you that much. Sure, you're here to only look after his cat but…Oh. That's why he didn't have any lower-ranked officer do the job. You're the only one he wants in his quarters.
Well, that sounded wrong.
Whatever. You're finally done and can go get your own dinner.
You don't like how much you smile on the way to the mess hall.
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You're already in bed when the screen of your data pad lights up. You got a message from Hux: Did you find everything?
For some reason, you find it cute.
Yes, Milly and I get along very well.
There isn't an immediate answer, so you assume that's all he wanted to hear and get up to go to the toilet before finally wrapping yourself up in the way lower quality sheets than the ones the cat gets to sleep in.
However, when you get back to bed, there is another message.
If you need anything, let me know. I will be gone for probably another two days.
You sigh. Somehow, you're disappointed. You clearly overestimated the level of personal relationship you have with Hux now. With another sigh, you throw the datapad aside and turn around to finally fall asleep.
"Armitage." You mumble. "Oh stars…" He looks up at you while he eagerly eats you out. His eyes are as cold as ever, but his cheeks are flushed. You run your hand through his neatly styled air, earning you a groan and two fingers being pushed inside you.
Your back arches and you moan loudly.
"You like that, little slut?" He asks smugly.
You sit up: "Excuse me?"
The room is dark, and you have to blink several times. You're sitting in your bed, thighs pressed together. You blindly reach for the lamp on your bedside table. You squint and wait for your eyes to adjust.
You hear someone breathing heavily. Panicked, you look around. You're definitely alone. Where is the sound coming from?
Shaking your head, you rub your face. That was one wild dream. The clock tells you that you'll have to get up in half an hour anyways, so you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and trudge to the refresher. You hope it will wash away the dirty fantasies you had about your superior, but to no avail. Never before have you thought about Hux like this. Probably because you never really humanized him like seeing his quarters did.
Now that you think about it, you actually think he's quite attractive. You always found that, really. But he's handsome in an unapproachable way. Like a model printed in a magazine.
"You're just feeding his cat, calm down." You tell yourself as you dry yourself off.
Speaking of it, you should probably do that before heading to your office.
Datapad and keycard in hand, you wait for the elevator to reach the level on which the quarters of the higher personnel are located. You rush to enter, terrified that someone will see you.
Milly actually greets you as soon as you step inside. She comes running, asking for pets and food with loud meows. You decide to snap a picture of her being petted by your hand to send it to Hux.
While the cat eats, you open the messenger on your datapad. You furrow your eyebrows when you see that there was a fifteen-minute phone call with Hux tonight. Just before you woke up.
Oh no. You moaning his name must have activated the voice recognition. The datapad called him. And he fucking picked up, listening to you having a wet dream.
Why did he listen and not just hang up???
You almost drop your datapad when you realize what the heavy breathing was you heard. You didn't imagine it. It was Hux.
The first explanation that comes to mind is that he jerked off while listening. "No way." You shake your head. Maybe it was just him sleeping. He picked up on accident. He didn't actually listen he…
Man, this is bad.
You should just pretend that nothing happened. You have to. What else are you supposed to do? Ask him if he had a wank while this morning?
So, you send him the picture and write: I told you Milly and I are getting along very well.
Hux replies within seconds: I cannot believe you keep calling her 'Milly'.
You chuckle, almost forgetting what happened an hour ago.
Another message arrives.
What's on your agenda today?
Holy shit. He NEVER asked you something like that.
Your heartbeat picks up and your fingers actually shake as you type the answer.
A few meetings, but of course mainly looking out for Milly. How about you?
You have to put the datapad down to do your other tasks and play with the cat a bit. She's quite fond of you by now and you have to admit that it makes you proud.
That's what I like to hear. We're landing now, I'll message you later.
Shit Shit Shit. You're too excited about this. You really shouldn't be.
Avoiding the temptation of snooping through Hux' private stuff, you hurry to leave.
- - - - - - - - - -
You make it another full day before you just have to at least open one drawer. As promised, Hux send you another message in the evening. It wasn't much and it helped you lower your expectations. And thank the maker you didn't call him again by accident.
You're staring at the dresser in his bedroom. Milly is on the bed, observing you.
"Don't tell you dad!" You whisper shout at her before finally yanking the first drawer open.
It's just white t-shirts. Neatly folded, all the same kind.
After all, something that matches your perception of Hux. Since it wasn't that exciting, you allow yourself to open another drawer. You laugh. It's all black socks and black briefs.
Okay, enough.
You turn to leave when you notice the nightstand. No, no, don't-
aaaand you opened it.
A giggle escapes your lips when you see the lube.
You wonder how often Hux uses it. Does he get 'visitors' a lot? Officers from other bases? Prostitutes?
Shit, you should really stop. You'll never be able to look this man in the eyes again.
Eventually, you convince yourself to leave it.
You had a long day, and your shoulders are all tense. You yearn for a hot shower and some tea. Maybe a movie.
Even better than a shower would be a bath though. You stare at the door to Hux' bathroom. No, this would be seriously reckless. You have to be sure that Hux won't arrive while you're using his tub.
Saying Milly goodbye, you finally leave. On the way to the elevator, you run into Kylo Ren. This was bound to happen, and you're surprised it took that long.
"Sir." You give him a nod and pretend to read something on your datapad.
He doesn't say anything, but you see out of the corner of your eye that he keeps looking at you. When you cannot stand it any longer, you turn your head and ask: "Do you need anything?"
He towers over you, broad statue intimidating you. However, his lips twitch, telling you that he's suppressing a grin.
"What are you doing here?" His dark voice booms through the hallway.
"I- ehm." Your hands start to sweat. "General Hux sent me to look after his cat."
"Hm." Ren's eyes dart to the keycard in your hand and back to your face. "Interesting." He simply states and turns on his heels.
"Sir?" You call after him, but he doesn't explain himself and just leaves.
The elevator arrives and you need a few seconds to collect your thoughts and get in.
What was that all about?
- - - - - - - - - -
The next day, Hux still isn't back. However, he makes a bit more small talk now. It excites you every time you get a message from him. Just his name popping up on the screen makes you grin. It doesn't matter to you, that much anyways, if he's just being nice or flirting or whatever. Because either way, you're the only one he's treating like that. Hux just isn't nice, he never goes out of his way to be friendly to anyone, not even Kylo Ren.
When you're writing today, you use the opportunity to inquire when he'll arrive at Starkiller Base.
Tomorrow morning.
Okay, great. You smile. That means, you can use his bathtub today. Just for one evening, you get to enjoy the perks of being a General of the First Order. You tell yourself that you deserve it. Not only are you doing your normal job perfect as Hux wrote earlier, but you also made sure Milly has the time of her life whenever you're there.
You turn on the faucet and turn the heat all the way up. Until the tub is filled, you do your other chores and even wipe the table and shelves clean, getting rid of the dust.
Then you generously pour some shampoo into the bathtub and watch the bubbles built up while taking off your clothes. You have a glass of wine with you, placing it on the tiles before getting in the hot water. You cannot remember when you last took an actual bath.
Your body heating up, you sip on your wine and let your head fall back. You can feel how your muscles relax and the stress leave your body. Humming, you tap your fingers on the edge of the tub and close your eyes.
You let your thoughts wander aimlessly, thinking about the meeting you had earlier, the thing you have to do tomorrow, how bad you want to see Hux naked, and so on.
"Enjoying yourself?"
You shriek as your eyes shoot open.
Hux is standing in the door frame.
You intuitively sink further down, hoping that the bubbles cover your body. You're too embarrassed to speak, your heart beating in your throat.
"I see you made yourself at home." He takes a step into the bathroom, gesturing around.
"I-"
FUCK. Your eyes dart over his face; you try to make out if he's angry or not.
"Yes?" He raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms.
"You said you would be back tomorrow." You hear yourself say as if that would make this okay.
"Well, lucky me I got here earlier. Otherwise, I would have missed this glorious view. "
Oh.
He's absolutely, shamelessly enjoying this.
You hold your breath for a few seconds before you say the one thing you actually want to say: "Are you going to join me or just stand there all day?"
Hux' mouth falls open. He absolutely did not expect that you would match his energy.
You rest your arms on the edge of the tub, and your head on top of them, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes.
He doesn't reply. His fingers twitch and his eyes pierces into you, and you're pretty sure he's blushing.
"All talk, huh?" You provoke him further, pushing the hair out of your face.
Finally, he moves. Hastily so.
Hux opens his jacket while pushing his boots off, kicking them aside. Then he rips open his belt, pushing down the pants of his uniform. You grin when you see that he's wearing the kind of black briefs you saw in his dresser. You also get wet watching him strip.
When he takes off his shirt, you inhale excited. Damn, his muscles are defined. You gesture for him to come closer now that he's only wearing his briefs.
You get to your knees, looking up at Hux who's now standing right in front of you. The parts of his body that are usually covered by his uniform are somehow even paler than the rest of him. It makes him look like a statue.
There is a visible bulge in his underwear. Putting your hands on his hips, you lean in to press kisses to his lower abdomen.
His hands fly to your shoulders, and he lets them wander up and down your arms.
Slowly, you push your hands into his briefs and pull them down. His erect dick springs free and you get to see where his happy trail leads to. It's just the perfect size. Enthusiastically, you grab his cock. Hux almost falls over.
You stroke it a few times, pressing more kisses to his thighs.
Then you let go and say: "Get in."
He does, sitting down opposite of you. He looks equally horny and nervous. You scoot closer and wedge your legs between him and the tub, locking them around his waist. You can feel his dick poke your side, that's how close you're sitting.
You put your arms around him as well and lean in.
Hux tilts his head. You feel his breath on your damp skin, causing goosebumps to spread over your body.
You push your fingers through his hair like you imagined in your dream. It feels way better. It's soft and Hux groans when you rake your fingernails over his scalp.
Finally, he presses his lips onto yours. You open your mouth and deepen the kiss. Hux puts his hands on your face and doesn't allow you to back away, while he starts to bite your bottom lip. You claw into his shoulders in response, making him bite down even harder.
You grab a fist full of his hair and yank his head back. He curses and you spread kisses over his throat. Meanwhile, his palms roam your chest, and he finds your boobs, weighing them in his hands, squeezing them. Then he goes on to explore more of you.
His fingers dig into the soft flesh of your sides and your body reacts by jerking forwards, your chest colliding with his. Your bodies melt together in the heat of the steamy air.
He hums at the extensive skin contact and whispers: "Finally."
It makes you still in your movement and raise your head to find his eyes.
"You have no idea how many times I've fantasied about this." He tells you, voice quiet and rough.
You clench around nothing and nudge his jaw with your nose: "Tell me, Armitage Hux, how many times did you fantasize about my naked body?"
He inhales sharply when you use his full name.
"Ever since you made me shake your hand. It just…hit different. I don't know how to explain it."
You kiss his jaw and then his lips again.
"And since then…Maker, it was so difficult to be in the same room as you."
"Fuck." You lean your head against his collarbone. Armitage uses the chance to suck on the side of your neck.
You find his dick again. When you grab it, he bites down on your shoulder. You start to stroke it, but he stops you.
"Did I do something wrong?" You ask him.
He shakes his head, a smile on his lips.
"I would just…" He closes his eyes. "I'd like to just sit here with you for a bit, if that's alright?"
"Oh."
"If not, we can-" He backpaddles.
"Yes, I would like that." You interrupt him. "Big or little spoon?" You ask, smiling reassuringly.
He blinks. Apparently, he didn't expect to get to this point.
"Little spoon, then." You state and scoot back to give him space. His mouth falls open and closes a few times but then he just turns around.
You put your legs and arms around him and pull him onto your chest. He relaxes against you, his hands on yours.
Armitage daring to be so vulnerable with you speaks volumes. Never, ever would you have thought that he feels like that about you. All of a sudden, he became a fully fledge human, an approachable and an, honestly, quite cute one. It's a lot to process and you take your time by caressing his chest and arms, pressing kisses to the side of his neck and shoulder.
He sighs and closes his eyes.
It's a beautiful sight. His flaming red hair against his pale skin and the white tub. You run your fingers through said hair and watch it get disheveled more and more.
"You should wear it like that more often." You comment.
Armitage lets out a chuckle, head rolling to the side. It gives you more access and you trace an imaginary line from behind his ear, down his neck, over his collarbone, and as far down his chest as you can reach.
Despite the warm water, he gets goosebumps. Stars, he must be so touch starved.
Makes sense. The way he acts in public doesn't make one think he's the cuddly type. How wrong of you to assume that. You should have known better, but he does such a good job at pretending. Pretending he doesn't need this. Pretending he's all business. Pretending the only thing he cares about is the First Order.
"This is lovely."
He looks up at you, seemingly confused about where and when he is.
"But the water is getting cold."
Disappointment crosses his face before he regains control of his expression. Without a word, he gets up. The splashing of the water echoes through the bathroom. You drag your eyes over his naked backside.
You follow suit and step out the tub. Only to realize that even though he touched your body, he never really saw it. Trying to play it off as casually as possible, you walk past him to get a towel. When you turn around, though, you find him staring at you, cheeks flushed.
You throw the towel in his face and get another one for yourself.
A small smile on his lips, he dries himself off. Quickly, you put your panties and a shirt back on. Armitage just his briefs.
Then you stand there awkwardly. Your bodies still heated up, the draining of the water audible, you stare at each other.
He eventually speaks up: "Would you like to stay overnight?"
"Yes!" You answer way too quickly and enthusiastically.
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You're playing with Millicent, who followed you into the bedroom, while Armitage disappeared into the kitchen. You still have no idea how you are supposed to behave. He is your boss. And you're currently crouching down in his bedroom, playing with his cat, barely clothed, after a heated make-out session and some romantic cuddling in his bathtub.
You hear Armitage enter, but you're too nervous for eye contact, so you keep playing with Milly until he says: "Looks like you'll have to keep visiting her."
Your head shoots around. Armitage gives you a grin, but you see the nervousness he tries to hide beneath it.
Much to your dismay, he put on a shirt. But at least he got you something to drink.
Giving Milly one last head scratch, you get up to take the glass he's offering you.
"Thanks." You take a sip. You have no idea what it is, but it's good.
Armitage keeps his eyes on you while he drinks as well. You don't know what else to do, so you put the glass onto the nightstand and get into the bed. Climbing under the sheets, you sigh at how comfortable it is.
He walks around to the other side and gets in as well. Lifting the blanket, you invite him to get close to you. There is a small smile on his lips when he scoots right up to you.
He puts his arm over your head so you can nuzzle into his side before he rests it on your back.
"You smell nice." You mumble, cheek presses to his soft shirt.
"I just took a bath." He replies dryly.
You chuckle and tilt your head to look up at him: "I don't mean any offence, but this is a little weird, isn't it?"
Hux tenses up: "Would you like to leave?"
You roll your eyes: "No. I just-" You prop yourself up on your elbow. "You're General Hux. You don't just have someone hold you in the bathtub."
He leans up as well: "Well, obviously, I do."
Oh man, you didn't mean to insult him. You just try to express how you feel about this.
His eyes pierce into you, he's visibly offended.
"Listen, all I'm saying is that…I don't know how to act. I- what does this mean? You're my boss."
"I am aware."
Groaning, you fall back into the pillow. Why did you have to bring this up? Couldn't you just enjoy the moment? No. This is important.
Hux adds: "As I said, feel free to leave."
"I don't want to leave!" You raise your voice, starting to get frustrated.
"Then what do you want?" He matches your volume.
You push him over by the shoulder, causing him to fall onto his back with a small oof.
Then you swing your leg over his lap, now straddling him. His eyes are wide, and his hands are clawing into the sheets.
"What I want…" You run your finger over his chest, up to his face, and grab his chin. "I want to fuck you."
Somehow, his eyes widen even more, and he inhales sharply.
"What about you?"
"I want…" His voice trails off.
"I can't hear you." Your face is extremely close to his by now.
When he opens his mouth, you press a kiss to his lips and nibble on his bottom lip, making Armitage squirm.
You kiss down the side of his neck.
"I-" He tries again and gulps when you push your hand into his briefs. You let it linger on his thigh, right next to his dick.
Tilting your head to the side, you look at him and wait for an answer.
"I want you to touch me." He eventually breathes out, apparently unable to say anything as vulgar as you did.
With one swift movement, you rip down the blanket and his underwear. His dick slap against his stomach with a smack. Armitage inhales surprised, staring at you.
"Take off your shirt." You order.
He leans up to quickly do as you say. Chest heaving, he lays back down to wait for your next move. Smiling, you rake your fingernails over his sides, making him writhe, and down to the outsides of his thighs.
"Beautiful." You mumble when you see the red streaks forming where you scratched him.
"Why are you so kind?" He suddenly asks.
You stop what you're doing and find his eyes, confused and surprised.
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"I just…Never mind."
"Tell me later?"
"Okay."
You hum and lean down to kiss him. His hands fly to your face and you move your hips up so you can drag your clothed pussy over his bare dick. He groans loudly.
He's putty in your hands. You absolutely love it.
Grabbing his wrists, you pin them down over his head. You can see his muscles work as you bend his arms.
"Keep them there."
He nods obediently.
You let go of his wrists and let your hands wander down his arms, digging your fingers into his muscles lightly. Scooting down, you keep your hands on his body until you reach his dick. You stroke it a few times before you break the eye contact to spit on it.
"Oh my…" Armitage breathes out.
A smirk on your lips, you spread the saliva along the shaft before you lean down and swirl your tongue around the tip. More delicious little noises leave his lips, turning you on as you slowly take his dick into your mouth.
You cannot get all the way to the bottom, so you use one hand to stimulate the lowest part while cradling his balls with the other.
Feeling his body tense, you start to move your head.
Armitage's hands suddenly bury themselves in your hair. You let go of his dick to look at him. His head fell back and he's staring at the ceiling. When you smack the side of his thigh, he looks down at you.
"What did I tell you?"
His eyes widen and he puts his hand back in position.
You don't move until he whispers: "Sorry."
Humming appreciative, you go back at it.
You feel is dick twitch. He's really getting off on this giving up control thing. It must be so exciting for him, especially when his daily routine seems to be barking at officers.
Eventually, though, your jaw starts to hurt, and Armitage anyways sounds like he won't make it much longer if you don't stop now, and so you lick up his dick once more before letting go of it completely.
Tilting your head, you wipe the saliva that covers your chin away with the back of your hand.
Armitage gulps, but he manages to keep his hands where you told him to.
"Good job." You praise, eliciting a low groan from him.
Lifting your hips, you tilt his dick up and check in with him before sinking down on it: "Ready?"
"Yes!" He nods frantically.
One hand on his chest to hold yourself up, the other on his dick, you sit down on him. Inch after inch, your pussy takes in his dick as it stretches you. It's the first time you fully moan, and you can see the effect it has on Armitage hearing that noise.
"Fuck." His eyes roll back and his hands ball into fists.
Finally, your pelvises meet, and you feel his dick deep inside of you.
Ever so slightly, you start to roll your hips. At first, you move them just a few centimeters back and forth. It makes his dick hit your walls and gently stretching them, spreading your wetness all over it.
You sigh at the pleasant sensation as the stimulations builds up and up.
With every back and forth of your hips, you move them more, circling them, dragging your clit through his pubic hair. You can basically feel Armitage's need of jerking his hips and increasing the friction, but he keeps still, just pleading with his eyes.
You decide to reward him by saying: "You can touch me."
Breathless he thanks you and lets his hands wander up your thighs. The additional skin contact feels great, and you start to move faster, bouncing up and down every so often.
His hands wander under your shirt, but he hesitates.
"Ask me if you want something." You encourage him.
He bites his bottom lip until he builds up the courage to request: "Can you take off your shirt?"
"Of course." You smile and pull it off, not interrupting your rhythmical fucking.
His hands roam your now exposed chest, and he holds on to your boobs as you bounce more aggressively. Your eyes flutter shut, and you let yourself be carried away by the waves of pleasure rolling over you. For a bit, you forget where you are, there's just you and your body being engulfed by lust.
A particularly loud moan coming from Armitage, however, reminds you that he's here as well. Even better. You smile.
"Want to try something else?" You ask, out of breath now as well.
"Yes." He replies, almost a little shy.
Lifting yourself off his dick, you miss having him inside you immediately.
You get off the bed and stand right next to the edge. Gesturing Armitage to scoot closer, you grab his ankles. He lets you do as you like and just follows your instructions, visibly shaking in anticipation.
You put his legs around your hips, so that his dick is right in front of your labia. You tilt it forwards and get on your tippy toes to push him into you. Because of the angle, it feels even wider than before and you groan, half in pleasure, half in pain. Armitage claws into the bedsheets in response.
Bending and extending your knees, you start to fuck him.
"Holy shit." He moans.
Grabbing the back of his thighs for leverage, you speed up.
"Fuck, Armitage." You breathe out. "You feel so good."
His eyes dart over your face like he has to make sure you're not joking.
Groaning, you add: "Your dick is perfect."
He inhales sharply and his eyes roll back. His jaw clenches and he informs you: "If you keep talking like this, I'm going to cum."
You chuckle, barely able to see straight at this point: "Really? Why?"
"I never realized…" He cuts himself off by moaning. "I never realized I want someone to do this to me."
By now, you're fucking him as fast as your thighs allow, and as deep as you can without hitting your knees on the bed.
You like how desperate he sounds. He wants you so bad, it's intoxicating.
You stop and slowly let go of his thighs. He whimpers but doesn't protest. You get back on the bed in urgent need of stretching your legs.
Spreading them, you invite him to be on top. Armitage looks a little confuse, but again, does as told. When you guide his dick to your entrance you see him understand that you're still the one calling the shots.
"Go on."
With your permission, he plows into you. You love how he slides in all the way; How wet the sound is. He seemingly does as well because he almost collapses onto your chest. Only your hands holding him up by the shoulders save him.
Once he manages to prop himself up on his elbows left and right of your head, you let go and use your hands to clasp his face instead. Gently, you pull it towards you until you can press kisses to his lips. Armitage moans into your mouth. You part your lips further and allow him to push his tongue past them.
You graze your teeth over it, causing him to jerk his hips forwards violently.
"Yes." You mumble when his tongue leaves you mouth.
Now caressing his cheekbones, then neck, then back, and back, you make him look you in the eyes. It's difficult for the both of you to summon the self-control it takes to do that, but you manage.
"You're fucking me so good, sweetheart." You tell him.
He crashes his lips onto yours once again, hips slapping against yours more eagerly than ever before, rocking the bed.
"Now tell me, did you jerk off to me dreaming of you?"
Caught off guard, his hips stutter.
You raise your eyebrows, hands on his ass to keep him buried deep inside you.
"Yes." He whispers.
"Dirty boy." You smile.
Armitage groans once more and begs: "Please, keep talking."
"Make me cum, and I'm going to say everything you want to hear."
Motivated by your promise, he grabs your left leg and makes you bend it so he can push into you as far as possible. Your head falls back, and he presses a few kisses to your neck before plowing into you with hard thrusts.
You've been close to your orgasm for the past five minutes and now you can feel it linger just behind the next hill of pleasure Armitage is currently pushing you up with every snap of his hips.
"Fuck yes." You moan, hands clawing into his shoulders.
Your walls start to spasm, and you have no more control over the noises leaving your mouth.
Your pussy squeezing his dick has Armitage's orgasm dangling right in front of him.
"You've been so good." You breathe out, barely conscious. "You deserve to cum, sweetheart."
"I've been so good." He repeats your words.
"You look so hot in and outside your uniform. Cum for me, pretty boy."
A mixture of a yell and a moan escapes Armitage's lips as he cums powerfully.
Still hazy from your own orgasm, you hear him continuously breathing out praises and thank-yous.
Eventually, he falls silent and rolls off you.
Eyes still closed, you reach out for him and run your hand over his chest. You feel it heave. It's quiet for a few minutes, just your panting being audible. When your breathing slowed down enough, you turn to Armitage and look at him, eyes dragging over his flushed cheeks and neck.
"What was it you wanted to say?"
"Huh?" His eyes are glazed when they find yours.
"You were surprised that I am nice."
"Oh…" He shakes his head lightly. "I just never thought you would like me even a fraction of how much I like you."
Your mouth falls open and it takes you a few seconds to come up with a reply.
"Well, you certainly did a good job at hiding it."
"Only because I wasn't connected to a heart monitor."
- - - - - - - - - -
Waiting for the elevator, you curse internally when Kylo Ren walks up next to you. Grinning, he looks at you.
"What?" You ask.
"How's the pussy?"
"EXCUSE ME?"
He chuckles lowly: "The cat. How's the cat?"