A/N: Mature scenes to follow that include graphic sexual content. Please be aware if you choose to proceed.

Tags: Low Intensity, No Aftercare


The sound of your boots echoed off the inner walls of The Finalizer as you sprinted down the corridor, apprehensively looking over your shoulder.

Now I'll lose 'em, you thought, hoping that your sudden disappearance hadn't gone noticed by your babysitters. To be fair, Vicrul was interesting at least, but it was more entertaining to stir up trouble than play by Kylo's rules.

You skidded around a corner to hear an oncoming group of generals, muttering and conversing about who-cares-what. Your pulse pounding in your ears, you dashed into the nearest open automatic doors and shut them behind you. As their footsteps grew closer, your eyes whipped around the chamber, frantically looking for a place to hide.

If he hears about you from one of those big-wigs you're dead, you warned yourself.

The room was sparse, with only a large, expansive table in the middle surrounded by chairs on its perimeter. No cupboards or closets or emergency exits.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, you panicked and dove under the table, crawling to the center of your makeshift shelter.

The doors opened with a hiss when a variety of captains and generals flooded the room, their chatter and conversations blending in a sea of noise. Your skin ran cold as they surrounded you, merely feet away from your hiding spot. One sneeze, cough, or hiccup could give away your position, and who knows who would be in charge of punishing you, or how they would do it.

You heard heavy boots— his boots— thud through the doorway as they closed, the discussions quieting in his presence, confirming your assumption. Without instruction, everyone took a seat, knees, boots, and a few black heels sliding close to you. You squeezed a large portion of your lower lip between your teeth, biting it hard as if it made you quieter.

"Supreme Leader," someone above the table addressed as the familiar boots and cape neared the head of the table. "We have updates on where the Resistance fleet has retreated to."

"Go on," Kylo Ren sat down at the far end of the table, directly in front of you. If he knew you were here, he would probably pull you out by your hair and spank you in front of all of them. The idea sparked a flutter in your chest that made you grin.

"Well, sir, after the attack—"

You stopped listening to the boring reports from the stiffs in suits. Your eyes were hungrily fixated on Kylo's legs that had now spread under the table, allowing a perfect view of his bulge protruding from his leather pants. The inside of your mouth began to water, picturing his veiny, thick cock encased in your lips.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you thought it over. No one sat directly next to him. You could very quietly crawl to that end of the table and surprise him— though, the Supreme Leader made it very clear he was not a fan of surprises. Chewing your lip, you debated on your options. Either stay completely still and wait for the damned meeting to be over with, staring longingly at his cock...or take matters into your own hands and entertain yourself.

And you were not known for your perfect patience.

As the generals continued to discuss matters overhead, you carefully peeled your fingers from the floor and reached in front of you, placing your hand on the cool ground as quietly as you could. You lifted your opposite knee, cautious of your shoe scuffing the ground, and took a step forward. You had to remind yourself to breathe while your pulse pounded in your ears.

Each time someone shifted in their seat or someone nearby spoke, catching you off guard, you halted your advance, freezing in place. It wasn't until you were mere inches from Kylo that you began to relax, comforting yourself with his presence.

"Explain something to me," His modified voice startled you. "If General Hux was so capable of performing his duties, how is it that we have come to rely on false leads as our source for information regarding the Resistance?" he snarled.

Everyone in the room tensed, including you. He didn't sound like he was in the mood for your games...or perhaps it was exactly what he needed. You kneeled in front of him, within arm's reach, bent low so that your head didn't bump the table on accident. You had to wait until the right moment to move in, or else you would give your position away to the rest of the room. But your adrenaline tested your patience as you bit your lip in restraint.

Steady...steady...

The Supreme Leader's question initiated a round of discussion amongst the generals that caused him to sigh and blithely lean back into his seat. Your moment had arrived and you grinned, praying that you would get away with it.

You took a deep breath as quietly as possible and leaned forward, gingerly placing your hands on his thighs. Just as you had secured your breath in your lungs it was snatched from your chest when Kylo's gloved hand promptly and aggressively wrapped around your throat. Instead of pulling away in fear, you held steady, biting your lip as his helmet subtly tilted down to view the potential threat between his legs.

Once you caught glimpse of his visor, you felt his hand relax— if only slightly— around your neck. He shifted his grip to your jaw as he grazed his thumb over your lower lip, a grin spreading across your mouth as he welcomed you into his lap.

Never shifting your gaze from his helmet, you pressed your lips into the inside of his thigh, tasting the warm, black leather as you inched kisses up his leg. You felt his hips discreetly shift as the bulge in his pants grew.

Your fingers squeezed his thighs as you neared his waist, his legs parting to make room for your body to scootch closer. Kylo's hand slid to the back of your head to run his fingers through your hair before a captain interrupted you.

"How would you prefer to proceed, Supreme Leader?"

Frightened, you drew your hands back, apprehensive that you would be seen. Kylo promptly shifted his weight forward over the table as if to shield you from any lurking gazes.

"I would prefer that our intelligence proves to me why I should let them live," his modified tone threatened.

Everyone around the table quieted under his menace until he continued, sitting back against the chair. "Captain, I want arrangements made for scouts to follow any Resistance ships leaving the Ileenium system."

As the generals and captains began discussing the details, Kylo wiggled his fingers under the table to motion for you to come closer. Upon further inspection, you realized that he had unzipped his pants, prompting you to nibble on your lower lip.

Careful to stay underneath the tabletop, you leaned in to retrieve his cock from beneath the leather, now hard and throbbing under your touch. You licked your lips with a smile, peeking up at him before taking the head in your mouth.

You were used to his sweet groans echoing in your ears, his hand eagerly wrapping in your hair, his hips arching up to meet your lips as you hungrily took his cock into your mouth. Instead, your gesture was simply met with a pet on the top of your head, indicating his satisfaction.

Your tongue slid down his length as you widened your mouth, welcoming his length deep into your throat. Delicately moving your head back and forth opposite of your tongue, you glided up and down his shaft, lapping up the warm precum that leaked from his tip.

As you orally pleased him, you felt your own body responding, your hips rocking in sync with your mouth, picturing his thick cock filling you. Your eyes closed, cherishing the feeling of his hands upon you.

Just as you had gotten comfy with your head poised between his legs, a flick of his hand sent you back a few feet, sliding against the floor as he force pushed you under the table.

"As riveting as this has been," the Supreme Leader announced, clearly irked. "I am not entirely convinced of your aptitude. Do not return to me until further plans are in place," he growled, dismissing the group who quickly retreated out of the conference room in a hushed mob of footsteps.

Kylo remained in his seat until the automatic doors closed, to which he stood and backed away from the table's edge.

"Come here," he demanded, his monotone voice modified by the helmet.

You swallowed, the taste of his flesh still lingering on your tongue, as you sheepishly crawled out from under the table on your hands and knees. Once you caught a full glimpse of his hulking figure, you sat back on your feet, kneeling before him.

He squatted down, peering at you through the visor. "Now. Would you like to tell me why you've been a bad girl today?"

You bit the inside of your lip, suppressing a devilish grin as he tilted your chin up at him.

"You were so eager only moments ago," his low voice dripped in anticipation, further exciting you. "Where's my brave girl now?"

"I was bored," you couldn't hold your smirk any longer as it broke free across your lips.

His helmet cocked to the side as he repeated, "Bored?"

You nodded your head, a blush rising in your cheeks.

"Very well, then." Before you could ready yourself Kylo hoisted you from the ground as you let out a squeal of surprise and delight. He set you down on the conference table and positioned himself between your legs as he reached for your waist. "Let's see how bored my little girl is—" he muttered as his fingers released your pants button, pulling them down to your ankles. You gladly kicked your boots onto the ground, followed by your pants as the thrill and anticipation built up between your legs. The cool tabletop pressed against your bare cheeks and legs, contrasting with the heat rising under your panties.

"Open your legs for me," he directed and grazed his hands over your thighs, rubbing his thumbs over your skin. "Let me look at you," he commanded and hooked his fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down to the floor with the rest of the heap.

Your body writhed and arched and squirmed as you bit your lower lip, craving and needy. You laid back onto the table as Kylo's hands grasped your knees and pulled them apart, revealing your hot, aching pussy. The air brushed against your sensitive slit while his hands slid down the insides of your thighs forcing a frustrated whimper to emanate from your throat.

"Mm, you don't appear bored at all," he sighed, a single finger teasing the edges of your slit. "In fact, you appear quite...stimulated." His sweet words teased you until his gloved fingertip brushed against your aching clit, sending you into a frenzy of whimpers and wiggles.

Kylo chuckled at your response, pleased with how your body melted under his touch. "Look how impatient you are, how..." he paused long enough to swirl your clit in circles. "Needy."

"P- please," you whimper in delight and arch your pack, the circular motions sending pulses of pleasure into your pelvis. He never quickened his pace, just a steady, rhythmic circle around your sensitive button, but it was exactly what you had been craving.

You could practically hear him smiling under the helmet as he murmured, "I like it when you beg, baby girl."

"Please!" You didn't just want more you needed to have more of him, more of his fingers playing with your slit, more of him inside of you. The desire was a burning sensation under your skin that drove your hips up to meet his hand, beckoning him to continue his assault on your pussy.

"Such good manners," his free hand grazed your jaw, once again running his thumb along the lower portion of your open mouth. "I've taught you well, haven't I?"

You nod, your toes curling while your hands grasped the back of your thighs in physical frustration.

"I suppose you've earned a small reward," he deliberated, never once slowing his painfully tantalizing pace. "Would you like that?"

"Yes!" You exasperatedly groaned, grinding your hips into his hand.

Once again, he chuckled while he brought his free hand from your jaw down between your open legs. With a quick shift of his hand, his thumb replaced his fingers, circling your swollen clit as he dipped two fingers between your folds, testing the warmth and wetness that collected there.

It was excruciatingly satisfying. Every limb and muscle both tensed and relaxed as he spread your juices over his gloved fingers, touching every inch of your sensitive skin. The feeling was comparable to the best high on the best kind of drugs.

"Use your words," he encouraged as another round of moans poured from your lips. "What do you want?"

"Please, please, sir," You begged between gasps for air. "Please put your fingers inside of me." Your walls clenched in delight at the thought.

"Good girl," he praised and promptly slid his two fingers inside of you, your body finally getting exactly what it's been yearning for. He paused at first, letting your walls adjust to the sudden intrusion before slowly drawing them back, nearly out of you, before reinserting them. He established his pace in tandem with his thumb on your clit, hitting all of the right places at the right time.

Kylo knew exactly how to work you, how to turn you into a puddle of juices and drool with just a touch of his fingers and the tone of his voice. And you willingly offered yourself to him, craved and desired it even. You could barely make out any words amongst the groans and panting as he steadily fingered you, in and out over and over again.

"Mm, do you like that, baby girl?" he inquired, proud of his work.

"Y- y- yes!" You whimpered, feeling the sensations begin to overwhelm your insides.

"I can feel you clenching around my fingers," he noted without stopping. "Do you want to cum already?"

Even his words added to your pleasure as you arched your back, your inner thighs quivering as your climax drew close. "Y- yes p- please," you stammered.

"Beg for it," he commanded, pressing harder on your clit.

"Please," you gasped and bucked your hips against his hands. "Please let me cum!" You begged as if your life depended on it, knowing any moment he could remove his hands and your orgasm would disappear in an instant.

Instead, he proudly chuckled and hooked his fingers inside of you, hitting the sweet spot. "Mm, that's my good girl," he admired. "Cum for me."

The added stimulation drove you over the edge as you threw your head back with a guttural moan, your body a mess of trembles and thrusts. Your climax pumped through your body, fogging your mind and clogging your words in your throat as you moaned in sheer pleasure. At that moment, it was all worth it.

As you began to come down from the high, he tenderly removed his fingers, covered in your juices. "Come here, baby," he murmured and you took his fingers into your mouth, lapping up your sweetness and savoring it in your mouth.

Once finished, he affectionately rubbed your cheek with his thumb until your heart rate returned to normal.

"Are you still bored, baby girl?" he asked with a sarcastic tone.

You shook your head, cum drunk and smiling, proud of your accomplishment.

He snickered and folded his arms, his hulking figure looming over you. "Good. Now go back to our bed and rest, you'll need it— tonight I will punish you for being a distraction to the Supreme Leader."