Throughout your recon flight, you keep getting pinged. However, since it's not an emergency code, you ignore it until you're back. When you look at your notifications at the end of your shift, your datapad is flooded with messages from General Hux. A needy and intoxicated General Hux.
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"Oh, for fucks sake." You mumble under your breath. It's in the logs that you're on a recon flight. Then why are you getting pinged? The first time it happened, you glanced at the notification and saw that it was not flagged as an emergency. So you ignored it. The same happened four more times. Then there was, finally, silence and you were able to fully focus on your mission again.
You're scanning a planet. There are whispers that a rebellion outpost might be hidden on it. Of course, it is tedious and bound to fail – but Ren ordered, what can you do…
Just now, while the ship is getting out of orbit, you get pinged again.
You roll your eyes and find out once more that it's not imperative to read or react to it immediately.
However, since all you have to do right now is sit down and strap in, you decide to finally see who's been annoying you for the past hours.
Your eyes widen in shock when you see who the messages are from: General Hux.
Why would the General write you without it being something super important?
You take a deep breath and open the messages.
It's boring without you on the bridge
You furrow your eyebrows. Yes, you work together almost every day. After all, you're one of the highest ranked communication officers. And yes, you are willing to admit, you sometimes look at the General longer than necessary. And more intense. And sometimes you talk to each other quietly because it has little to do with work. Which, as far as you can tell, is something the General never does otherwise. Meaning, with anyone but you.
It started with you telling him more about a star system you have deeper knowledge of. He validated it as useful. Which could have been the end of it, but he went on to ask you why you know that.
It surprised you, but you were also happy to have him recognize you as an actual person and not just an officer.
From that day on, the two of you became more and more comfortable around each other. The peak of this being him coming in earlier to a debriefing to have a coffee with you before you did your presentation.
It might not seem too much. However, this is about General Hux. The most ambitious and dedicated man you ever met – who took time to have a coffee with you. You did your best, though, to not read too much into it. After all, he showed no sign of actual affection. Nevertheless, you welcomed his earnest interest in you just as much.
I meant that it is boring to have to work with less capable officers
The next message reads. He sent it a few minutes after the first.
Hux then goes on:
How is the mission working out? I assume it's as useless as Ren's usual antics?
Not that I'm implying you're failing or uncapable!
You chuckle.
When will you be back?
For some reason that message feels more…just more.
Nervous, you open the last one. It came hours later.
I wish I had you in my quarters with me right now
"Stars." You breathe out.
He never forthright told you that he would like to spend time with you – let alone outside work. Let alone in his personal quarters!
Now you're bouncing your leg nervously, impatient to get back to base. Even though you're not entirely sure what to make of those messages (well, mostly the last one), or what you will do. Should you do anything at all? It's not like you can simply ignore it. You'll see him tomorrow. You're not able to avoid him. More so, you don't want to avoid him, or ignore his messages.
When you do arrive back at base, you still have not made your mind up. By now, his message came over an hour ago.
You bite your bottom lip, indecisively standing around in the hangar.
First off, you think, you need to go to your quarters and freshen up and send Ren at least a short report before you debrief him tomorrow. Not that there is much to debrief…
You type up a one paragraph report in record time and then change into fresh clothes – that aren't a uniform.
Then you pace around in your quarters, glancing at the messages ever so often.
This is probably the only chance you ever have to enter General Hux' personal sphere, and if it was a mistake on his side, then it will be less awkward to clear it up immediately.
Trying to appear put together, you make your way to his quarters.
When you knock on the door, no one answers. Maybe he's already asleep? It's late, after all. Heart beating in your throat, you knock once more.
This time, the door slides open with a hiss after a few seconds.
You flinch in surprise.
On the other side, you find a disheveled looking General Hux. You never saw his hair, clothes, and posture appear this…casual?
"Oh, Lieutenant." He greets but has to clear his voice before adding: "Good to see you."
You have no idea how to interpret that. He sounds so official, despite the circumstances.
Did you misunderstand? Was there an error with the messaging system and someone else sent them?
"You wanted to see me?" You ask after a pause.
"Did you get my messages?"
"Well, yes."
He shifts his weight from one leg to the other.
"I was-" His voice trails off and he steps aside.
Intrigued, you enter.
Your eyes dart around the sterile looking room. They linger on the armchair with an open bottle and his datapad on the floor next to it.
When you turn around to look at him, he has a guilty look on his face.
"I was intoxicated." He offers as an explanation.
"You were drunk at work?"
"No!"
You tilt your head. "So you meant what you said in the earlier messages?"
"Oh, I meant what I said in every message."
Hux looks you up and down, making you nervous.
His demeanor keeps switching between insecure and bold.
"Are you still drunk?" You ask.
"Not one bit." He assures you.
"Could you then please elaborate on what you were insinuating?"
Hux lets out a chuckle.
"What?"
"You impress me."
"I impress you?"
"You constantly do, but especially right now. You're as professional as always."
"I cannot tell if you're complementing or insulting me."
Before he can reply, however, you go on: "You are also avoiding my question."
"Well, I'm not sure I should answer it."
"How come?"
"It's not very appropriate."
"Neither were you're messages." You retort.
Hux narrows his eyes. You gulp.
You realize what you are asking. You push him to be actually explicit about this. Which is just as inappropriate.
But you want to know. You take a step closer, making him straighten his back. You notice his fingers twitch.
"Tell me."
Now his cheeks flush.
"That bad?" You tease.
He bites his bottom lip. "Yes and no."
You wait for him to explain.
Hux gestures towards the armchair: "I was thinking of you."
"I gathered."
"Bratty, are we?"
You press your lips together to not gasp.
"Well, the fun thing was what I was doing while thinking of you. The bad thing that it wasn't enough to just think of you."
Despite your pulse being through the roof, you walk right up to him. His eyes widen at your reaction. Like he is surprised you are even bolder than him. When you rest one hand on the side of his neck and the other on this chest, he inhales sharply.
You lean in and he tilts his chin up. Clearly longing to kiss you.
You, however, whisper in his ear instead: "Tell me, General, what were you doing? I want you to say it."
His hands fly to your hips but your immediately grab his wrists and yank them off.
The whimper he lets out in reaction almost makes you fold. But you manage to go on: "Come on, say it."
His labored breath is hot on your neck when he finally says: "I was…touching myself."
"You can do better than that." You find his eyes.
When he does not manage to reply, you guide him towards the armchair. He offers little resistance as you push him into it and get on your knees in front of him.
You grab his crotch, and he jolts forwards. Unimpressed, you go on: "Here? Were you touching yourself here?"
He nods frantically.
Rubbing his growing bulge, you hold him in place with your unrelenting stare.
Finally, he tells you: "I tried to make myself cum while thinking of you."
You open his belt.
"But it wasn't working?" You purr.
"No." Hux breathes out.
"Why?" You grab the hem of his pants. Willingly, he lifts his hips and lets you pull them down. His briefs right with them. You start to salivate at the visual of his hardening dick and the red happy trail leading to it.
"Because- fuck." His head falls back when you take his dick into your hand.
You run your thumb over the tip, spreading the precum.
"I will make you feel soooo good with my mouth, okay?"
"Yes, please." He begs.
"But first tell me why it didn't work."
"Because-" He looks down at you, hands clawing into the armrests. "Because I already did it so many times."
A flush of wetness instantly spreads between your legs. General Hux just admitted that he gets off while thinking of you.
You reward him by licking his shaft.
He groans, hips bucking up.
You hum, gently sucking on the skin as you feel his rock-hard dick twitch.
"Such a good boy." You praise him. "Answering all my questions."
He keeps cursing but chokes on his words when you take him into your mouth.
Slowly, you bob your head up and down until you feel him hit your throat. You have to open your jaw widely to accommodate his cock.
His pants echo through the room as you suck him off, one hand clawing into his thigh, the other cradling his balls.
"Now tell me: What do you usually imagine?"
His eyes shoot open. Lazily, you keep plumping his saliva covered dick and hold his gaze.
"I like to imagine how you ride me. How you press me into the mattress and use me to get off."
"Fuck." You breathe out.
"I- I imagine how your professional demeanor slips away as you cum on my cock."
You clench around nothing, slowly losing your mind.
You get up, hands left and right of him, and lean closer to his face.
"Would you like me to use you, Armitage?"
Your breath ricochets off his flushed face.
"Yes." He whispers.
You groan and press your lips to his. Desperate for more, Hux opens his mouth and sucks on your bottom lip.
You smile against his lips and break the kiss to tell him: "We should go to the bedroom now. A minute more of this I'll have to fuck you right here."
"Good gods…" He scrambles to shove his pants off to be able to stand up.
As soon as you have him pinned to the mattress under you, he starts to sigh and groan.
You share more heated kisses while you tilt his dick up and then finally sink down on it.
"Shit, Armitage." You moan as you start to roll your hips.
"Does my dick feel good?" He asks, palms wandering up your sides.
"Hmh." You nod, nibbling on the skin above his pectorals and eventually finding his lips again.
You take your time to work yourself to your orgasm. The view of Armitage below you, looking up at you full of admiration and lust is too intoxicating to finish quickly.
"Since when," You pant, bouncing up and down, "Since when have you fantasied about me?"
He stiffens.
"Don't be embarrassed. I have liked you for a long time."
"Really?" His voice shoots up.
"You're incredibly hot."
It's getting difficult for you to keep up a steady rhythm.
"I always wondered how you look when you lose your professional demeanor. How General Hux looks when I finally touch him the way he always wanted to be touched."
His hands shake as they find your waist.
"If you keep talking like that, I- I won't last much longer. "
You chuckle and purposefully clench around him.
"So?"
"Fuck-" He has to take a deep breath. "The first time I got off thinking about you was the day you put your hand on the small of my back as you squeezed past me because you were in a hurry to…"
Your eyes roll back.
"I imagined how your hand would feel all over me, around my dick."
Your walls start to spasm, and you have to hold on to Armitage's shoulders to not lose your balance.
You kiss him sloppily, your orgasm approaching quickly.
You want him to cum with you and tell him as you speed up: "The first time I thought about you while using the shower head to get off was when I witnessed you shouting at officers until your voice was rough."
His eyes shoot open.
"That," His voice is strained, "that did it for you?"
"Yes." You rest your forehead against his. "I wanted, I want to make your voice turn rough from moaning."
He inhales sharply, followed by a whimper.
Hux sounding so desperate, just for you, pushes you over the edge and you cum hard.
"Cum with me, General." You breathe out before pressing a breathless kiss to his lips.
His hips buck up uncontrollably and his thighs tense.
He's still able to utter: "Yes, Lieutenant."
It prolongs your orgasm, almost painfully – and you ride it out, his words echoing in your head.
Holding onto each other tightly, you enjoy the aftershocks of your orgasms until you're able to lift yourself off him.
Hux snakes his arm around you and pulls you into his embrace. You scoot closer and rest your head next to his, kissing his jaw a few times, and resting your hand on his chest.
Eventually, he speaks up, voice indeed a bit rough: "I should have messaged you sooner."