Last time, and first for that matter, you had sex with Hux, it was hasty, and rough, and all over the place. It leaves him wondering if you actually have taken serious interest in him, or if it was just a one-time thing.
@The_Unholy_Toast on Wattpad requested "Hux is kinda insecure because he doesn't know if she actually likes him or if she just wants sex, so we have a tender, soft Hux moment and maybe some soft sex?".
Well, ask and thou shall receive. Request was inspired by the short story 'One Way or Another'.
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Whenever you walk by the storage room you and Hux had sex in, you have to suppress a grin. It's on one of the lesser used hallways leading from the bridge to the quarters of the higher personnel.
You never took a particular liking in each other, usually even snapping at each other during meetings. Then, suddenly, however, when you were alone in that hallway, having yet another shouting match, a light bulb went off in your head.
He had questioned your integrity, you his humanity. The usual.
You just know how to get under the other's skin.
This time, however, since there was no one else around, or other noises distracting you, you actually fully focused on Hux. You noticed the way his pupils were a little too wide; you noticed how his eyes kept darting to your lips.
It made you fall silent, which irritated Hux so much that he stopped yelling mid-sentence.
You already had been standing rather close to each other, so it only took you two small steps to position yourself right in front of him. It made him stumble back in surprise. He was quick to regain composure, though, and took a step towards you himself.
From that moment to you being all over him, ripping his clothes off, him hastily throwing his coat on the floor, his burning hot lips on your shivering skin, your tongue in his mouth…it was about ten seconds. Or however long it took to yank open the door to the next storage unit and lock it from the inside.
Another few minutes, and your fingers were buried in his hair and his dick deep inside of you.
That was a few weeks ago.
The only thing that changed was that you stopped snapping at each other during meetings. The first time you were in the same room again, Hux' lips turned into a smug smile and you grinned at him. Two days later, you met again, on the bridge. Hux shot you another look, you winked at him. He quickly turned away, but you could see him biting his bottom lip.
After that: nothing.
You went back to being simply polite when seeing each other. There was no situation where you were alone with him and could have talked about it. Neither did either of you actively seek it out.
You have to admit, you really wouldn't mind doing it again. However, he is still the General and you assume that he just couldn't be bothered. It stung at first, after all, he is rudely handsome and the sex was good, but oh well.
You try to not let it get to you and just do your work.
The reason you are pondering about this right now, though, is that today something was different. Hux saw you at mess hall. Which he usually doesn't frequent. But by chance, he did today. And he saw you. Talking to one of the guys from engineering.
It was a casual conversation, but just the split second you made eye contact with Hux, was enough to let you know that he did not like it one bit.
Had that been the end of it, he probably would have forgotten about it quickly. Then, however, he walked in on Ren and you snickering about a snarky comment you had made about x-wings.
And that must have been just too much for him.
Because now he's outside your quarters, pacing up and down the hallway.
You recognized his steps when he first walked up to your door. But then he didn't knock, so you brushed it off – thinking that he might have just walked by, even though that never happened before. Especially not in the late evening.
You listened to the steps recede. And get louder once more.
Quietly, you got up and used the screen next to the door that shows you the outside view of your quarters. There he was. Hands behind his back, face stern.
You let out a deep breath. Is he really here because of what you just thought about? Or is this about official business? But then why would he seemingly be nervous about it?
After another long moment, you simply press the button and the door opens with a hiss.
Hux' head shoots up and his eyes widen, startled.
"Did you get lost?" You tease him.
His mouth opens and closes a few times, but no sound comes out.
Oh, this must be serious.
"Did something happen?" You look up and down the hallway. No one else is around.
He shakes his head briskly and requests: "Can I come in?"
"Yeah, sure." You step aside, glad you're still wearing your day clothes.
Head held high, posture impeccable, he marches past you.
A small smile spreads on your face but it quickly fades when you see his serious expression.
"What is this about?" You cross your arms in front of your chest, slightly intimidated by his official demeanor.
You expected him to launch into some sort of lecture, or remind you of something, or, or-
"Tell me," He speaks up, arms falling to his sides.
"Yes?"
"Do you sleep with all your supervisors?"
His sharp tone startles you. You blink in surprise.
It takes you a moment to connect the dots, but then you tilt your head and drag your eyes over Armitage. You know that it will make him fold.
On cue, he does: "Answer me!"
"Only the exceptionally attractive ones." You reply calmly, but with a smug undertone.
Armitage appears taken aback, staring at you.
So, you add: "That means, just you."
"I-" He clears his throat.
"Yes?"
You highly enjoy the teasing, but you can also tell that something is genuinely bothering him.
Slowly, you walk up to him. He still doesn't answer.
As always, his features are striking. Since you are alone with him for the first time since…You put your hand on his arm. He looks down at it and then back at your face.
"Tell me." Your voice is soft now, you don't want to make him think you're making fun of him or anything.
He opens his mouth, but again, nothing comes out. You bite back a comment about him finally being speechless for once. Instead, you put your other hand on his hip and squeeze it.
He looks like he's about to faint, but finally speaks up: "I was wondering." He clears his throat. You don't interrupt. "I was wondering if you want to…again…"
Some of the sentence he mumbles so you have to ask: "What was that?"
"Oh, for maker's sake!" He gets out of your arms, his voice suddenly loud. "Do you want to sleep with me again or was I just a quick fuck?!"
Stunned, you gawk at him. Your heartbeat spikes.
"Yes." You frantically nod.
Armitage throws his hands up, making you realize how your answer was everything but that.
"Sorry. Yes, I want to sleep with you again."
"Oh?" He, all of a sudden, stands perfectly still.
"I," You shift your weight, extremely excited. "I just thought that, that you're the superior and, and-" He raises an eyebrow. "I just didn't know how-"
His eyes dart to your lips.
"Ah, whatever." You breathe out and kiss him.
Armitage lets out a surprised groan.
Then he kisses you back. At first timid, his arms still hanging by his sides.
You smile against his mouth and open your lips. It spurs him on, and his hands claw into your waist.
You snake one arm around him and lay your hand on the back of his neck. Gently, you rake your nails over his skin and then bury them in his flaming strands, purposefully disheveling them.
When you have to take a breath, you break the kiss but keep him close. Panting, you rest your forehead against his.
"Will this," He has to clear his throat, "Will this be another quick fuck?"
"Do you want it to be?" You whisper back.
"I'll take it, but-"
Not removing your hands, you lean back and look at this face. At first, he avoids eye-contact, but then finds your gaze: "That's not what I came here for."
His confession causes you to smile.
You nudge his jaw with your nose, and when he slightly tilts his head back, you gently suck on the skin just below it.
"Tell me, General, what did you come here for?"
You just guessed that he likes to hear you use his title, but his groan tells you that he really likes it.
"I don't want you to have sex with your supervisors."
It takes you by surprise and you raise your head.
He adds, pulling you flush against him: "Or anyone else, for that matter."
For once, you are speechless.
"Just me." He murmurs.
You bite your bottom lip, knowing very well what he's asking for.
"I'd like that." You whisper.
He inhales sharply and then immediately asks: "Where is your bedroom?"
With a giggle, you grab his hand and drag him towards it. Armitage chuckles at your sudden found urgency.
You close the door and then turn on a small light in the corner. When you turn around, Armitage is already opening his jacket. You grab his hands and stop him.
"May I do that?" You quietly ask.
Seemingly surprised, he halts and gives you a small nod.
You hum and continue to unbutton his uniform. Slowly, you push his jacket off his shoulders and throw it aside. Then you grab the hem of his undershirt and pull it over his head. Willingly, he lifts his arms to help you.
Last time, you did not get to see his naked chest. So now you take your time to enjoy it thoroughly. Letting your palms wander all over his warm, smooth skin, you simultaneously lean in to bite into his pectorals.
Armitage inhales sharply and tilts his head to press a kiss to the side of your neck.
Excited, you open his belt without your lips leaving his chest.
Before pushing down his bottoms, though, you whisper: "Could you take your boots off for me, General?"
He nods frantically. You give him room to do so and use the time to pull your shirt over your head, leaving you in your bralette.
"And your pants, please?" You request while getting to your knees.
Armitage observes you, biting his bottom lip while kicking his pants aside as well. You grin when you see the bulge straining his briefs.
You scoot closer and let your hands wander from his calves to his ass. Then you lean up to drag your lips over his toned abdomen while grabbing the hem of his briefs. He shifts his weight from one leg to the other, otherwise completely quiet as he lets you proceed.
Contrary to the hasty ripping off of clothes in the storage until, this feels way more intimate. You glance up at him while pulling down his briefs. His head is tilted forward, and his cheeks flushed.
As soon as his dick is fully exposed, you dip your head down and press wet, open-mouthed kisses to the hardening shaft.
In an instant, his hands bury themselves in your hair.
With one hand, you tilt his dick up to be able to suck on the twitching tip.
That alone is enough to make Armitage buck his hips and breathe out: "Oh fuck."
Stars, his voice turns you on.
You want to hear more of it and take him deeper into your mouth, sticking out your tongue.
You rest one hand on his thigh. You can feel how tense it is and that he's doing his best to not collapse.
As you speed up, more sighs and praises spill out of him.
Suddenly, he mumbles: "Please, please, please."
You lean back on your heels and look up at him. His pale complexion makes his flush even more apparent.
"Hm?"
He's shaking by now, as you are dripping wet.
"I want to fuck you." Armitage tells you quietly.
With a smile, you get back to your feet.
He quickly goes for your belt while walking you towards the bed.
As soon as he got it open, he guides you to lay down and drags them off your legs. You scoot further onto the bed and throw your panties aside as well.
Armitage then basically lunges at you, burying his face in your cleavage before carefully biting your nipples through the fabric of your bralette.
"Shit, Armitage."
His head shoots up and he raises an eyebrow.
"Do you want me to keep calling you General?"
Instead of replying verbally, he reaches down and pushes one finger into you.
"Good gods." Your head falls back as you clench.
He moves it slowly while returning to his task of driving you insane by nibbling on your skin.
You're quick to give in and whimper: "Please, General, more."
You can feel him smile against your neck, and he rewards you with another finger and a heated kiss to your lips.
You clutch his face, rolling your hips against his hand.
"Look who's all needy now."
You shiver at his dark, smug voice and nod.
"You take my fingers so well, Lieutenant."
He praises you. Your body reacts intensely, and you gasp.
After some more excruciating slow thrusts of his bony fingers, he slips them out and pulls you up.
You press more breathless kisses to his lips that are swollen and pink by now.
"Come here." He murmurs and extends his legs, gesturing towards his lap.
You comply instantly and go to straddle him.
Armitage puts one hand behind him to hold himself up and rests his other on your waist to guide you.
For a second, you look down at his cock that is dripping with pre cum. You spread it over his tip with your thumb, eliciting a groan from him. Then you find his lustful eyes and press the tip against your entrance.
Armitage holds his breath and your gaze for another long moment and then watches how his dick stretches you and disappears into your cunt.
"Fuck yes." Your eyes flutter shut.
"You feel so good." He exhales, his hot breath hitting your chest.
"Just for you, General." You murmur and blindly lean in for another kiss.
A growl escapes his lips. It makes you finally move, and you start to circle your hips.
Despite his authoritative demeanor, he allows you to take the lead. He simply keeps your face close to his, so that he can either lean his forehead against yours or press kisses to your cheeks and lips.
Graduality, you increase the pace until you are panting on top of him.
"Hmm, you're doing such a great job." Armitage tells you, and you're about to lose your mind.
He notices you tense up and is quick to flip you over.
Finding yourself pressed into the mattress, you look up at him with wide eyes.
While sharing a sloppy kiss, he pushes back into you. You gasp, which he uses to slip his tongue into your mouth.
After giving you a few hard thrusts, he grabs the back of your knee and bends it up until you rest it against his shoulder. It opens you up and he stretches you to the max.
Then he really starts to slam into you.
Incoherent words spill from your mouth and you writhe beneath him, holding onto his bulging upper arms for your dear life.
"Thaaaat's it." Armitage encourages you and you moan loudly.
After he just basically edged you, you are now extremely close to your orgasm.
"May I please," your interrupted by another moan escaping from your throat, "May I please cum?"
"Please," He slams into you ruthlessly, "what?"
"May I please cum, General?" You beg, no longer caring if your sound desperate.
He tantalizes you for a few more thrusts, chasing his own release.
"Yes, please cum for me." Armitage groans loudly.
"Fuck, fuck, fu-" Your chest tightens and you clench hard around him. Slack-jawed, your eyes roll back, and you cry out.
He reacts strongly to seeing you orgasm, and his thrusts get irregular and his hips stutter.
Your mind blanks for a moment and you moan and sob until Armitage collapses onto your chest.
Gently, he lets your leg down and pulls out of you.
Other than last time, you don't let go of each other immediately.
Instead, you put your arms around Armitage and run your fingers through his damp hair.
Content, he drags his palm up and down your side. You hum appreciative.
"Will you stay the night?" You eventually whisper.
He lets out a small chuckle and finds your eyes to tell you: "I will never fucking leave."
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[@s51546 on wattpad commented: "I need a part 2 immediately with morning sex [moaning emojis]" and here we are.]
Despite the sweet time you had last night, you somewhat expected to wake up alone. You're positively surprised, to find a fast asleep General next to you.
You slept on your stomach, head buried on its side in the pillow. As your eyesight slowly clears up, you can make out more of the gorgeous redhead. He's apparently more of a side-sleeper. Pale arm stretched out, he rests in the crook of it. His hand, thereby, lies close to you.
Careful not to startle him awake, you lean up and over. Gently, you press kisses to the back of his hand. His fingers twitch and he lets out a deep hum.
You drag your lips to his wrist and then up the inside of his lower arm.
Armitage sighs when you lift your head. His eyes are still closed and you're not sure how awake he actually is.
As you lay back down, he opens his eyes, a small smile on his lips.
His voice is raspy when he says: "Don't you stop, Lieutenant."
For a second, you freeze. Not only do you find this extremely attractive, it also reminds you that this is the actual General Hux who's lying in bed with you.
"Is that an order, Sir?" You grin.
He grabs your upper arm and pulls you towards him as he murmurs: "You bet it is."
A small giggle escapes your lips before you press them to his.
Armitage sighs again; however, it sounds like he is suppressing a whimper while doing so.
You let your hands wander over his defined shoulders and back and then trace his spine with your index finger. Meanwhile, he dips his head down and nibbles on the side of your neck.
"May I ask you something, Lieutenant?" He whispers against your skin.
"Hmh." You lean your cheek against his temple.
Armitage pecks your jaw and then looks you in the eyes to ask: "Since when have you been…into me?"
You observe his face. His demeanor is stoic, but his eyes give away that he is somewhat nervous – or at least earnestly curious.
"I always found you attractive." You tell him bluntly.
That makes his eyes widen and lean back and ask surprisingly high-pitched: "Really?"
You chuckle: "Is that so hard to believe?"
"Oh, yes." He slithers his hand under your shirt and palms your side.
"Well, finding you attractive and finding you infuriating is not mutually exclusive."
Armitage lets out a choked cough.
"What?" You nudge his jaw with your nose, scooting closer.
"I-" He puts his arms around you. As if to make sure you won't run away the moment he replies.
"I figured that if I could not have you, I could at least have your anger."
Flabbergasted, you find his gaze: "You were annoying on purpose?"
"Ren would argue that it's simply my nature, but I have to admit that I indeed dialed it up for you."
Small wrinkles spread around his eyes as he starts to smile widely.
"Then the question remains: you always found me attractive?" You ask.
"Of course." He states matter-of-factly.
"Naughty boy." You chide him playfully while slithering your hand into his briefs. "Lusting for his officers." You tut and let your fingers ghost over his dick. It twitches in your touch and Armitage groans.
"I don't lust for my officers." He tells you, voice slightly strained. "Just you."
"Good." You state and catch his lips in a heated kiss while grabbing his dick fully.
It gets harder with every stroke and Armitage shivers.
Limps entangled, lips chasing each other, hands exploring exposed skin, you roll around in the bed.
Eventually, you find Armitage on top of you, grinding his hard dick against your crotch. The both of you are shirtless by now, only in your underwear.
A whine escapes your lips as you are incredibly wet and painfully empty.
"Do you want me?" He breathes out.
You nod, hands clawing into his back: "Yes, General."
He kisses you slowly and then tell you with a quiet, husky voice: "In the evening you should call me General, but in the morning after Armitage is fine."
You inhale sharply and spread the leaking precum with your thumb over his tip.
"I insist on Lieutenant." You whisper, speeding up the strokes.
Armitage chuckles at that and reaches between you to push your and then his briefs down.
"Even if I wanted to moan your name?" He asks, pressing his tip against your entrance.
"Oh fuck." You gulp, hand wandering up Armitage's neck and into his hair.
Slowly, he pushes into you. Just a few inches. Then he pauses, even though you can tell it's difficult for him.
"So?" He murmurs into the crook of your neck. His hot breath causes goosebumps to spread over your skin.
"I-"
He pushes in another inch.
"Yes?"
"Good gods." You head falls back and you press your legs into Armitage's sides. "Fine. But only if you moan it."
Immediately, he buries himself inside you completely and moans your name into your ear.
You just now realize that that's all you ever wanted him to do.
"You're so tight and wet for me this morning, Lieutenant." He tells you smugly and starts to thrust.
You want to reply something snarky, but you cannot, for the life of you, get your mouth to utter anything but moans.
One hand splayed on the outside of your thigh, he puts the other on the side of your neck and then lifts his head to be able to look you in the eyes.
Lips parted, you hold his gaze, to enjoy observing thoroughly the effect your cunt has on him. To observe the stern, uptight, and often outright spiteful General Hux come apart.
"Had I'd known-" You try to speak up, voice rattled by Armitage's thrusts.
"What, hm? Had you known what?"
You groan and push him off you. Willingly, he falls to his back and lets you straddle him.
As you sink down, the both of you moan.
While you find a steady pace, you rake your nails over Armitage's chest, leaving red streaks on his pale skin, and then finally reply: "Had I'd know you fucked this good, I would have never disrespected you."
He claws into your sides and then breathes out: "So you admit you were being disrespectful?"
"I never claimed anything else."
Armitage glares up at you and groans: "You little…brat."
You almost topple over at that and have to prop your hands up left and right of his head.
He lets out a complacent huff and starts to buck his hips up to meet yours.
"Look at you fold on top of the General." He smirks.
You almost growl, biting into his pectoral.
You expected him to curse. But he instead inhales sharply.
After glancing up at him, at his flushed cheeks and dark eyes, you do it again. A different spot and a bit harder.
His hips stutter.
"Do you like that, Armitage?" You purr, licking the bite mark you just left.
"Hmh."
"I can't hear you." You accentuate your words with rolls of your hips.
"Yes!" He lifts his head. "Please to it again."
He sounds so arousingly desperate that you have to obey immediately.
Bite after bite, you work across his chest until he holds onto your waist so tightly that he surely will leave marks.
You pant on top of him, really grinding down hard, chasing your orgasm.
"Can you cum like this?" Armitage asks, breathless.
"Mhm."
When you bruise his left pectoral, just above his nipple, he moans loudly.
To hear that obscene sound escape his throat sends you into a frenzy and you start to spasm.
"I-, I-, fuck," You curse as your legs go rigid.
Armitage yanks you closer to kiss you roughly, while plowing into you harder from below.
You moan into his mouth, and he swallows the sound like that is what keeps him alive.
You keep kissing him with an open mouth and just when your orgasm shoots through you, you bite his bottom lip, dragging him over the edge with you.
"Fuck." He groans, tensing hard.
Breathing heavily, you have to straighten your back to fill your aching lungs. Your thighs still twitch, and Armitage holds on to your wrists to calm you.
A smile on your face, you keep your eyes closed until your pulse is back to normal.
Then you slowly get off Armitage and lie down next to him with a content sigh. One hand you let wander through his perfectly disheveled hair, with the other you pull the blanket up.
Happy, he snakes his arm around you and holds you flush against his chest – which undoubtedly will carry the marks you left for at least a week.
"Those will sting." You mumble.
"I sure hope so." Armitage tells you lowly.
Chuckling, you press a kiss to his throat.
"And how are you planning to explain why you get hard at work?"
"I will just tell everyone it's your fault. I usually do anyway."