Your superior Armitage Hux seems to be having a bad day and you suddenly have the urge to fix that.
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Before you even turn around to see who the determined steps belong to that come closer, you know that it is Hux by the way the officer to your left stiffens up. Calmly, you get up from your chair to greet the General. To your surprise, he looks different than usual. You never saw him like this. His eyes are cold, but you can see that something is bothering him. And his uniform: his coat isn't as perfectly pressed as it usually is. Something is definitely going on. It worries you because when even the robotic Armitage Hux loses his stoic composure it must be truly disastrous.
However, there was no alarm. Nothing popped up on your screen. Could it be something personal? Does a private life even exist for Hux?
"Lieutenant." He addresses you and you rip your eyes off his body to look him in the eyes.
"Sir." You nod. "Can I do something for you?"
His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips and back. It makes you shift your weight from one leg to the other.
"I expect your weekly report in an hour."
"What?" Your voice comes out higher than usual. The report isn't due until tomorrow.
"You heard me." He states, gloved hands balling into fists. The leather crunches.
You look at your colleague as if they could help you in any way.
"It's either that or kitchen duty for a week."
Your mouth falls. He just threatened you to basically strip you of your rank for an entire week. All because he apparently is having a bad day and decided to take it out on you.
"Understood, Sir." You tell him through gritted teeth.
He turns on his heels.
"What the fuck." You whisper.
Hux' head snaps around: "What was that?" His voice is dripping with venom like he is just looking for a reason to yell at you.
"Nothing, Sir. I will get started right away."
"That's what I thought." He huffs and stalks towards the control room.
"What did you do to piss him off like that?" Your coworker whisper shouts at you as you fall back into your chair, defeated.
"Nothing!" You throw your hands up.
"Maybe that's the issue." They comment.
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Come on, you know what I'm talking about."
You furrow your eyes in confusion.
"Are you seriously telling me you don't notice how he looks at you?"
"What? No! I mean- he always has the same look on his face!"
"Yeah, sure." They grin at you and then return to work like nothing happened.
You stare at your screen for a minute, not focusing on anything in particular. Since you expected to hand the report in tomorrow, you only have the absolute minimum done yet.
Despite the impossibility of the task, you start to open several tabs at the same time to take in as much information as possible and start to type. You keep eyeing the clock. This is just…After twenty minutes you save whatever you have so far and log out. Surprised, you coworker looks at you: "Are you done?!"
"Nope." You reply briskly and walk in the same direction Hux did earlier.
You enter the control room and look around. No angry General to be found anywhere.
You walk over to the next empty workstation and pull up the logs that tell you the current status of every higher personnel. "No way." You roll your eyes. This man really has the audacity to stress you out and then fucked off to his quarters.
Anger rises in your chest. But also something else. You never thought of Hux in his quarters. Sure, you sometimes look at him and imagine how he looks under his uniform. Maybe how you would like to mess up his perfectly combed hair. Nothing more, though.
But now. Now you ask yourself if the reason he is so tiffy, is because he just needs to-
"Can I help you?" One of the officers inquires and interrupts your questionable train of thought.
"No, thank you." You smile at her and leave the bridge.
Minutes later, you find yourself in front of Hux' quarters. There is no one else in the hallway. Only troopers at the end of it, standing watch.
You straighten your uniform and redo your ponytail. Then you press the button that alerts him of your presence outside.
It takes him longer than expected to come to the door. And when he opens it, he isn't even wearing his full uniform. His eyes widen when he recognizes you. His cheeks flush. He seems insecure for you to see him not wearing his uniform properly. You like it though.
"May I come in?" You ask before he can even open his mouth.
"What is this about?" He lifts his chin in an attempt to appear poised.
"I think I might be able to help you."
"With wha-"
You walk past him, and he falls silent.
His quarters are rather sterile, but you see a bookshelf in the corner and a bottle of what you assume is liquor on the table. It's open.
The door closes with a hiss, and you wait for Hux to turn to you. Shoulders tense, he holds his hands behind his back and looks you up and down.
You tilt your head and study his face. His features do seem somewhat softer than when he barks at other officers. His red eyebrows are slightly furrowed, and his cheekbones still show a light pink tint.
You have no idea what possesses you, but you lift your hands and start to unbutton your jacket. Slowly, you open one button after the other, not taking your eyes off a visible astonished Hux.
Then you let it slide off your shoulders and throw it over the back of the chair next to the table.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Hux blurts out. You never heard him curse before and it does something to you, you cannot explain.
"Should I stop?" You ask as you kick your boots off.
His hands are now hanging at his sides, and he unconsciously takes a step towards you.
You read that as a good sign and pull your shirt over your head. It leaves you in your uniform pants and a bra. He gulps and his gaze lingers on your cleavage.
"I don't know what is bothering you, but I thought this might be a pleasant distraction." You inform him deadpan.
A smile tugs on the corner of his mouth. You, also, never saw that before.
He takes another step towards you and murmurs: "That's all it took? Me having a bad day?"
You walk up to him, so close to him that you can see the treads of his shirt and feel the heat of his body.
"Is this something you were looking to achieve?" You gesture up and down your sparsely clothed body.
"You have no idea." He lightly shakes his head, voice dark.
You hum and grab his belt. Roughly, you pull on it, yanking his hips forwards. Hux groans and his hands shoot up to your face. Clasping it, he smashed his lips onto yours. You open your mouth and push your tongue into his. He grazes it with his teeth.
You claw into his sides, causing him to press his body into yours forcefully.
When your hips meet his, you can feel his hard dick rub against your thigh. It makes you bite down on Hux' bottom lip in excitement.
"Bold." He whispers against your neck as he trails kisses down to your boobs.
You hum and put your arms around him, one hand wandering up the back of his neck to bury itself in his hair. It's way softer than you expected, and you run your fingers through the flaming strands. Hux starts to suck on the skin just above your tits and you grab a first full of his hair while leaning your head back to give him better access. He grabs your ass and kneads your flesh. You tilt your hips to rub directly against his dick that feels like wood by now.
The heat in your lower body makes you impatient and you rip Hux' belt open. His head shoots up when he feels it. His hair is all disheveled by now and it makes him look wild and extremely hot.
"I cannot remember allowing you to do that." He grabs your wrist.
"I cannot remember asking." You shoot back.
He narrows his eyes: "You are awfully sure of yourself."
For a split second you question if you are, indeed, too sure of this. But his quick breathing and wide pupils tell another story.
"I apologize, General." You purr. It makes his eye twitch. "What do you want me to do?"
"I need you to take the rest of your damn clothes off."
You smile: "All you had to do was ask." And take a step back to do as told.
He watches as you unbuckle your own belt and open your pants. When they fall down and pool around your ankles, Hux all of a sudden start to rip his own clothes off. Mouth watering, you step out of your pants. Stripped down to his briefs, Hux' boner is ever more noticeable. You go to rub it through his underwear, but he swats your hand away.
Offended, you slap his upper arm: "Stop that."
"Stop what?" He comes closer and you gulp at his sharp tone.
"I want to touch you."
"I don't think you deserve that…yet."
Your jaw clenches. Your pussy, however, does as well. "How come?"
"You haven't finished the report, have you?"
"Are you serious?" You ask angrily.
"I think you forget who you are talking to."
Oh. Your pulse picks up in speed.
You get in his face and hiss: "Please, remind me."
He grabs you by the throat and you let out a choked cough as he forces you to walk backwards. With wide eyes, you hold on to his extended arm for leverage.
His expression turns smug when he sees your reaction.
You feel the table against the back of your thighs, but you cannot sit down without putting more pressure on to your neck. "I-" You croak but are not able to get a full sentence out.
Without warning, Hux yanks your panties down and lightly slaps your now exposed sex. You flinch. He chuckles.
He pushes you down by the neck, forcing you to arch your back and spread your legs more. Apparently still not satisfied with your state of exposure, he kicks your legs apart until you can feel your clit being hit by the cold air.
Your chest is heaving, and you stare into the ginger's sparkling eyes. He loosens his grip on your neck and you get to inhale properly. Then you tell him with a small voice: "I am sorry, General. Please, let me make it up to you."
"That's more like it." He comments with a rough voice and fully lets go of you to push down his briefs. You cough in relieve as your eyes widen when his dick springs free.
"Fuck, that's an amazing dick." You whisper.
For just a moment, his stern front breaks, and you can see that he actually likes the compliment. Quickly, though, he is back in character and grabs the back of your thighs, making you sit on the metal table.
Willingly, you lean back and observe as Hux lines himself up with you. You hold your breath expectantly and then watch how his tip finds your entrance, slowly pushing into you. You sigh loudly as he stretches you further. With one long stroke, he fully buries himself inside of you.
He groans and you can see his knees buckle. Before actually collapsing, he grabs your hips and pulls you closer to the edge, hitting your cervix as he does so. You yelp.
"You're so fucking wet." He tells you.
"Does that make you feel good, General?" You whisper.
His hold on your hips tightens and you feel his thumbs press against your bones. He looks you in the eyes and starts to slowly rock back and forth while he replies to your question: "Looks like you're useful after all."
You clench at his breathy remark, and he feels it. He speeds up his long strokes and you fall on your back with a moan. He isn't very careful or agile with his thrusts. He just mercilessly plows into you with brute force.
You like it.
You like how he stretches you wider than anyone ever did. You like how it rattles the table you're lying on. You like how the muscles of his pale upper arms bulge as he holds himself up. And, finally, you like the noises that spill out of his mouth and how they complement the slapping sounds that echo through the room.
Your eyes roll back, and you focus on his large cock sliding in and out of you rhythmically. One of his hands find your bralette and he pulls the fabric down until your tits are exposed. He grabs one and squeezes it, watching how the other is rocked by his thrusts.
You look up at him and find his cheeks flushes and sweat on his forehead. You really, really badly want to touch him.
You sit up and put your legs around him, causing his thrusts to become shorter but harder. This time, he doesn't protest when you let your hands wander over his toned chest to then rest them on his shoulders. His eyes are surprisingly full of admiration as he watches how you lean in to leave kisses on his chest. His skin is warm and tender. You nibble on it. It makes him lose his rhythm.
You straighten your back and start to circle your hips to meet his thrusts. This time, Hux actually folds and forces you to lie back down as he topples over. He props himself up on his elbows left and right of your head. You can feel his staggering breath on the side of your face. Holding on to your shoulders, he returns to his brutal pace.
Your back arches and more wetness spills out of you. Him reacting so strongly is a major turn on and you find yourself closer to an orgasm than you have ever been by mere penetration.
"I can feel you tighten." He groans into your ear. You get goosebumps.
"You're just fucking me so good, Sir." You sigh.
Hux curses under his breath and your back arches. Your thighs press into his sides as your bodies goes more and more rigid.
On a whim, you reach for the bottle of liquor. Hux notices and leans up ever so slightly. It allows you to pour a generous amount over your chest. It drenches the fabric of your bralette and your nipples become more visible.
Hux moans and grabs the bottle you offer him. He takes a sip and then leans back down. You open your mouth, and he presses his lips onto yours, letting the liquid wash into your mouth. You have to swallow it quickly not to choke and let out a high pitches groan in surprise. You're drinking directly from the Generals mouth. And the most exquisite liquor as well.
When you swallowed it all, he circles your tongue with his before withdrawing and licking the alcohol off your skin. It's slightly sticky, and warm, and a mess, and he does not stop to fuck you during all of it.
He behaves in an animalistic and lustful way that you could have never imagined.
"May I please cum?" You ask him.
His eyes find yours and he looks at you like he just now realized he wanted to be asked that question.
"Fuck." He groans. You can hear and see that you just put him right on the edge of his orgasm. "Beg for it." He adds.
"Please." You comply instantly, desperate to find release. "Please, General, please let me cum on your fucking huge cock."
He yanks you up by your arms and you are presses against his chest. It spreads the remaining liquor onto him. He tilts his hips and fucks into you from below, deeper than before.
"Cum for me, Lieutenant." Hux murmurs directly into your ear.
You go completely stiff in his embrace, clawing into his back. "Yes." You sigh. "Fuck, yes." You rub your clit against his pubic hair and become fully undone. With a loud moan, you violently cum in Hux' arms.
You bury your face in the crook of his neck, and let more praises spill out of your mouth. His hot breath hitting your skin, Hux immediately cums after you.
You feel his body twitch and shake and hold him close while he pumps ropes of cum into you. He moans and puts his arms around you, hips jerking on their own a few times.
You stay close like that for a bit, until you both clamed down enough to see straight again.
With a smile on your lips, you lean back and relax your legs that were around Hux.
He finds your eyes and mirrors your smile, pushing the strands of hair that came loose out of your face. You lift your chin, and he presses a sweet kiss to your swollen lips.
Then he pulls out, eliciting a sharp inhale from the both of you.
Hand still on the side of your face, he lets his other run up and down your side. You hum and lean your forehead against his chest. Hux kisses the crown of your head and asks: "Would you like to see my bedroom?"