It's been several months since the miscarriage. Reader and the General are trying to move on...
CHAPTER WARNING: features snowballing.
Moving Forward
It had been several months since you and General Hux had gone through the heartbreak of losing your unborn baby. His reaction to the loss had restored your faith in him and brought you two closer together in your relationship, of which was now semi-public knowledge. That is to say that Emily was in the know as well as Kylo Ren of course. You and the General were still keen to keep things quiet from your colleagues on board the Finalizer in order to uphold the General's reputation, as well as to not make things difficult for yourself at work.
You also chose to keep your relationship and the miscarriage from your parents, at least for the mean time. Perhaps one day you would tell them you were seeing someone, maybe even bring the General home and introduce him to your family. You knew your father would probably approve wholeheartedly, having once been a General himself and being a huge supporter of the First Order and its work. He would think you couldn't have made a better choice for a partner. That General Hux was exactly the type of man you should marry. Your father knew the General would make sure you were taken care of for life. And what an honour it would be to bear the children of such a powerful man.
Not that marriage and settling were on either of your minds, presently. You were still enjoying an immensely colourful sex life. Just happy to be with each other, in a more established relationship. Not to mention recovering from and putting the miscarriage behind you.
Your evenings were split between spending time with Emily and the General. Ever since you'd lost the baby, your friendship with Emily had gone from strength to strength. You'd spent so long hiding your relationship with the General, you couldn't imagine her being okay with it. At first, she had been angry and disgusted. But after General Hux stepped up and confessed his feelings for you and his baby, Emily came to accept him, knowing he made you happy. Which, at the end of the day, was all you both wanted for each other. The two of you had repaired your friendship and were closer than ever. It was nice to have your best friend back, especially on such a lonely existence as living and working on the Finalizer.
Emily was not currently seeing anyone. She'd had a fling with Kylo Ren. But it turned out Kylo Ren had many flings with many different people within the First Order. In fact, he had gained a bit of a reputation as a giant man-whore within the Order. It was slightly off-putting. However, you still found him attractive, and still fantasised about fucking him, even though you were starting to feel something more real for the General. The General knew of your attraction to the Knight, and despite the rivalry between the two men, it didn't seem to bother him. You suspected that it turned him on, or got him off somehow. There was still the odd occasion where you would find yourself in a situation that involved yourself, the General and Kylo Ren. You'd still never fucked him, but had done plenty of filthy things with him. The General only ever seemed okay with that when he was present. You did not dare to play behind his back, nor did you have any desire to act as such.
The days and weeks blended into each other. Most days you would wake up in the General's bed, or vice versa. He rose for work, getting ready for his day usually around 0500 hours, He would give you a quick kiss before leaving you to go back to sleep, rising just a few hours later to go to your own job. Some mornings his kisses were a little more sensual and would linger a little while longer. His lips and tongue would caress along your neck.
"Mmm" you murmured one morning, in your hazy state. "That's nice... but you'll be late."
"Don't care. I'm in charge. Who's going to tell me off?" You giggled. In charge. Your man in charge, oh it sounded so good.
"Plus you're worth it." He said, kissing along your jaw, nibbling at your skin, while his fingers stroked your thigh and moved up your night-dress.
You gasped. Even after all this time, his touch still sent tingles up and down your body and made your breathing hitch.
You kissed him back. Nibbling on his ears, your fingers threading through his hair. His beautiful soft ginger locks, which by now he had learned you had a fetish for, especially when his hair was dishevelled from sleep or sex. He knew you liked it when he allowed his facial hair to grow a little too. He knew it got you going. Unkempt hair and a little bit of fuzz on his face. Unfortunately, due to regulations, he could never have his hair or beard like that at work. He also preferred to be clean-shaven and gel-slicked to keep his pristine reputation in place. Appearance was everything to him, and you respected that.
However, every few months, the General would take his allotted leave from work, which he coincided with your vacation time allowing the pair of you to slip away and spend some time alone on whichever planet served as an ideal vacation spot. During such times, he barely styled his hair or shaved. Mostly because he knew you liked it that way, but in part, because he couldn't be bothered nor felt it necessary, especially whilst on vacation.
"When will our next vacation be?" You breathed into his ear as he kissed your neck. It was something you both looked forward to.
"Unknown at this time." He answered. You pouted.
He pulled back to look at you. It was still one of his favourite things, just to gaze at you. You liked it very much too. You couldn't get over how fascinated he seemed to be with you.
His eyes trailed up and down your body, slowly pushing your nightdress up. You blinked and bit your lip as he revealed the tops of your thighs and lacy underwear, which he soon pressed a finger against.
It wasn't long before you became damp at his touch.
"Wet already?" You knew he wasn't really asking.
"Spread your legs for me." he ordered.
Despite being in a more established relationship, you still relished in being told what to do in the bedroom. Both of you enjoyed exploring new things and testing boundaries, but there were some things you always came back to. You loved being ordered around, and he knew it. He was more than happy to oblige you.
You opened your legs to his fingers, which he slid beneath your panties, spreading over your bare lips, teasing your clit with his thumb. He slipped two fingers inside you as you began to moan. You shut your eyes, enjoying the feel of him.
"Look at me." He stated sternly, forcing your eyes to snap open.
He moved to sit between your legs.
"Tell me how much you love my fingers."
You shook your head. It was one of the many games you played.
"Tell me..." He stared right into your eyes with a straight face, "...or is this not enough?"
You shook your head.
"No? Does my little slut need more?" You nodded.
He stuffed a third finger deep into you as you gasped.
"How does that feel, my pet?"
"More." You said in a low whimper.
He cupped his ear with his other hand, "Pardon? Is that how you address a General, young lady?"
"Please General, I need more."
"Why?" He asked.
"Because... because..."
"Come on now, little one, use your words." he told you as he pushed his fingers hard into you, pressing against your G-spot while teasing your sensitive clit.
Your stomach and leg muscles strained, trying to hold yourself in place as his fingers abused your pussy. Your juices leaked out, soaking his fingers, making them slide in and out of you.
"Because I'm an insatiable slut, Sir." you whined.
"Good girl." He praised as he pushed a fourth finger into you. Your wetness dripped onto the bed covers below. You wailed and moaned like a whore under his touch. You were in awe that he still had such an effect on you.
"Is that enough for you now, huh?"
You shook your head.
"What else do you want?"
He loved the sound of you begging for his cock.
"Need you, Sir."
"(L/N), you will need to be more specific. Or should I just finish getting ready for work?" He threatened, slipping his fingers out of you.
"No no, Sir, please."
"Please, what?"
"Please give me your cock."
You could already feel his erection pressing hard against you.
"Beg." He ordered as he shoved his dripping wet fingers into your mouth.
"Suck and beg."
"Please, Sir." You spluttered, as you took his wet digits into your mouth, sucking the taste of your pussy off them as you begged.
"You'll have to do better than that."
He pulled his fingers out. You had to suck back a small trail of spit.
"Please, Sir, please give me your hard cock, I'm so fucking hot for you and I need it. I need your big throbbing cock inside me, fucking me for all I'm worth. Fuck me hard until I'm raw, Sir. Please?"
He looked at you with wide eyes as he bit his lip and undid his slacks, not bothering to remove them or his underwear, simply pulling his swollen cock free, jerking himself off, getting ready to take you.
He paused to slide your panties from you, down to your ankles and off, before throwing them to the floor.
"Fucking little whore, aren't you?"
"Yes, Sir." you stated as he pressed his swollen cock head to your entrance.
"Are you a whore for just anyone?" He asked as he panted heavily, pushing his dick slowly into you, your tight wet lips folding around him, enveloping him. His eyes rolled back into his head at the feel of you.
"No, Sir." You stated as you lay flat beneath him, while he began to ride you.
"For who, then?"
"For you. Only you."
"Mmm, that's my good girl. My good slut. Just for me. This cunt, all for me. All mine."
You loved how possessive he got. He gripped onto your shoulders, riding you hard, slamming himself in and out of you.
"Good girl, take me, take my fucking cock." You moaned and wailed, your legs spread wide, allowing the General to fuck you raw like you wanted.
He looked into your eyes, his cheeks flushed red, eyes wild with desire, "Tell me where you want it."
"On my face, Sir. Please."
"You want me to finish on your pretty face?"
"Mmm, fuck yes."
He grabbed your mouth, "Watch your fucking language."
"Yes, Sir."
"Now tell me again what you want."
"I want you to come on my pretty face, please General."
As if he could deny you, even if he wanted to. He pulled out, grabbing hold of himself, moving up your body, jerking his cock over your face, throwing his head back and moaning loudly as he pumped himself until he came all over your waiting, eager face, spurting hot cum onto your lips and cheeks, with some of the cum landing in your hair. You groaned at how turned on you felt, immediately taking his member into your mouth to clean him off, licking your lips before using your fingers to scoop cum into your mouth. His cock twitched as he helped you, wiping his warm sticky release from your face to his fingers and into your mouth.
He looked positively love-struck as he stared into your eyes while you sucked his fingers dry. He couldn't resist - he plunged his tongue into your mouth for a sloppy kiss, licking and tasting his own cum, relishing in it. He opened his mouth and showed it to you before getting ready to snowball you. It was something you both never tired of.
His lips formed into an 'O' shape as you opened your mouth up before he slowly dribbled the spit and cum mixture onto your open waiting tongue.
It was so fucking hot. You loved the taste, and the act itself. You moaned as you swirled the cum around in your mouth.
He stared at you. "Now swallow," and you did, "don't waste any." he said caressing your face. You licked and swallowed every last remaining drop.
"Such a good girl." He praised, kissing you deeply before he got up, and re-dressed. He was fucking filthy in bed, but he had his tender moments. "My special girl." He said before kissing you again and lingering for a small cuddle. He was showing his softer side more and more these days. But only to you. In public, he was still the stern, cold, ruthless General. And you wouldn't have it any other way.
"Sir, I'm still horny."
"Aw, pretty baby still horny, is she?"
You nodded, with pouty lips and pleading eyes. "I need to come."
"Tell me."
"I need you to make me come."
"How, little one?"
"Tongue and fingers."
He raised his eyebrows at you.
"Please, General."
He never got bored of you calling him by his title. He grabbed your legs and pulled them up to rest against his body. He held them tightly together, causing your swollen lips to protrude from between your legs. He drove three fingers into your mouth, "Make them wet." he commanded as he fucked your mouth with the digits. He loved seeing you suck. On anything. Your clit throbbed at your treatment. There was absolutely no need for him to wet his fingers, seeing as your pussy was leaking all over the bed. Regardless, he carried on fucking your mouth, before pulling his fingers free and pushing them into your needy cunt.
You moaned and whined at how delicious his fingers felt. He fucked you fast and hard before slowly pulling out of you, dragging trails of wetness with him. It was so filthy. He moved his fingers to his mouth and stuffed them in, licking and sucking as he stared into your eyes.
"Mmm" he groaned while shutting his eyes and enjoying the taste of you. He moved his head down, and like a man possessed began sucking and eating you out like his life depended on it. Your lips were so wet, he loved every part of it. He moaned loudly as his mouth closed over your cunt and he licked through your folds, sopping up all your juice. He buried his nose in you, purposely getting his whole face wet with you. You pushed against his face, his mouth pressing deliciously onto your clit as he began fingering you, stuffing three then four fingers inside, making you moan and wail.
"Who's my good little whore?"
"Me, Sir. I'm your fucking whore, give it to me, please. Please." he complied, thrusting almost his entire hand inside of you, practically using you as a puppet while his tongue abused your clit. You could take no more, as you felt the pressure building. You grabbed onto his hair, pulling hard, which edged him on. He moaned into your cunt loudly, licking you and sucking on your wet folds. You felt the motions of his hand as he jerked himself off, getting excited again. You pulled hard on his hair, pushing his face into you.
"Fuck yes, YES! Eat my fucking cunt! Uggghh!" you groaned as his tongue moved quickly on you. You came hard against his face, ramming your pussy against him, spreading your wetness everywhere, dragging his face around by the hair making him lick and suck every part of you. The scene was too much for him as he jerked and came when you did, shooting all over your thighs and onto the bed. You held him against you as your pussy throbbed and you came down from your orgasm. When you did, you pulled him up to you, taking him in a deep kiss.
You kissed for ages before staring at one another.
"You are so fucking perfect." he told you before he eventually slipped out of bed and had to get ready once more for work.
"Come to me tonight." he told you as he buttoned up his shirt, after cleaning himself off. You nestled back under the covers.
"To yours?"
"No. The bridge."
"The bridge?!" You'd never been there before. "Won't there be others there?"
"At 2200 hours, there will just be a couple of us still working. Get rested after your shift and then come to me. I want to show you something..."
Excitement rose in your chest. "Yes, Sir!" you'd always wanted to see the bridge but had never had the courage to ask. It was where all the action happened. And what exactly did he want to show you?
"See you tonight, my angel." he tucked you into the covers, sliding your hair behind your ear before bending down to kiss you once more. He left your quarters as you drifted off back to sleep with a smile on your face.
