make up sex ;)


Making Up


He took his time with you, not wanting to rush through any of it. Not wanting, even for one minute, for this to feel like an obligation, like something he had to do, to get back on your good side. Although technically that's what make up sex was all about. But he wanted to make sure you knew that he really did get fucking turned on when he was pleasuring you.

He'd already slid your pyjamas off. Not the sexiest article, you thought, but that didn't seem to make a blind bit of difference to him. The fact you weren't wearing any underwear seemed to have an effect on him as he hissed at the view, his eyebrows knitting together, desperate to touch and feel and taste you.

You were leaning up on your elbows to see him, and gosh did you love to see him, with his face between your legs, his ginger hair all messy from the excursions you'd already had earlier in the night. One hand slipped naturally into his hair, you couldn't help it, you just had to feel him. And it gave you somewhat of an edge, having him kneel before you while you gently pulled on his hair for once.

You could tell he was hard by the way he strained and fidgeted uncomfortably. You wondered if he wanted to touch himself while he pleasured you. If he did, he appeared to have no intention of giving himself anything , by the way he was so focused on you.

He peppered gentle, teasing kisses along your thighs, one by one. The pace he moved at created such a feeling of anticipation, you were already beginning to get impatient and antsy, squirming above him. One hand held onto your hip and butt, fingers digging into you while the index finger from his other hand began mapping little spirals round and around the thigh which wasn't receiving the attention of his mouth. The little spirals caused goosebumps and a soft "Oh," to escape your lips from time to time, your eyes drifting shut and head dipping back as you lost yourself in pleasure. With a firm hold, he pushed your body down into the mattress while simultaneously pulling you closer towards him.

As he kissed further up your thighs, his mouth moving closer to where you needed him, his kisses got slightly more intense by the second. He certainly knew how to build you up - he'd barely even started and already you wanted to just grab his head and shove his face and mouth right into you. However, you did nothing, simply allowing him to go at his own pace, despite the agonising wait.

You continued to moan softly as he explored your body, hands moving up and around, touching your hips, your stomach, your breasts, gentle squeezes to your nipples, as he kissed all around your centre, the bottom of your stomach, everywhere but right where you wanted him. The way he did this had you bucking your hips, trying to push into him, to take what you felt was rightfully yours. "Please," you'd sob, and you could feel him grinning beneath you, his breath warm against you, as he exhaled that cheeky fucking smirk!

He was so close now. Every now and then, he'd backtrack and return to kissing your thighs and you'd whine with urgency. "Fuck, baaabe," you'd moan. He knew what he was doing, knew exactly how he was teasing you. He knew what you wanted and he took great pleasure in prolonging it, in denying you until the very last minute when you simply couldn't take any more.

Finally, as his tongue slid along your sensitive folds, up, down and around, skimming the dip between your thighs and your cunt, his mouth deliciously warm and wet, you were left with an indescribable feeling, a blissful ecstasy siezing your body. The only thing you could liken it to were the feelings one experiences during meditation. Floating. Flying. Higher and higher like a Phoenix rising from its ashes.

He assuaged the wanten, needy ache within you when he placed his mouth fully upon you, devouring you hungrily, alternating between kissing and licking, pulling your sensitive folds gently into his mouth with his tongue and lips.

He'd go from quick, frantic licks back to slow, deliberate, almost languid kissing, switching and changing intermittently, building you up on the slow, bringing you to the edge, having you practically at begging point, whining "Pleeease," before spreading you open and plunging his tongue deep inside you, making you buck and writhe and moan, his thumb sliding across your clit, dipping it down to gather your slick, with which he would slide up and rub all over you.

He'd pull back, eliciting a whimper from you at the loss of contact, your head lifting to see why he'd stopped. It was only ever mere seconds but for you, it felt like forever. He'd examine you, seeing how wet you were, biting his lip and groaning deep in his throat at the sight of you.

"Beautiful," he whispered, not looking up at you, his attention focused solely on making you feel good. He pushed his head down again, his tongue eager to get back to work as he slipped two fingers easily inside you. The simultaneous pleasure took you to the highest levels of bliss you'd felt in a while, unable to think of anything but his mouth and tongue and wanting to be filled up even more. "More, please," you moaned.

"More what?" he hadn't even hesitated.

Bastard!

"Fu-uuck, fingers, fingers!" you wailed.

"How do you ask nicely?"

"Please, Sir, more fingers please?"

"Will you be good for me? Will you take them nicely?"

"Yes, yes, I'll take as much as you can give!"

He complied, inserting a third finger into you, increasing the pace of his tongue on your clit. His fingers felt amazing, but sometimes his tongue was too much, overstimulating you and you had to either pull back, or push his head away for a minute, "Too much."

He'd respect your needs, suspending the use of his tongue for a time, focusing instead on the work his fingers were doing. When he pushed a fourth finger inside you, you gasped, looking up at him, meeting that devilish look in his eyes as he bared his teeth. So carnal. So animalistic. He moved up to kiss you, this time quite rough and hard, his tongue greedy and impatient, clearly not tired of its endeavours.

He tasted and smelled how you expected - of you. You weren't sure why but every time he kissed you after giving you oral, it drove you crazy, having your senses filled with your own scent, boosting your arousal, making you kiss him back with fervour. As his fingers pushed inside, stretching you, you groaned out again, breaking your kiss and all you could do was lie there, jolting and twisting, totally at his mercy, his face next to yours, watching you and smirking.

You felt his breath on you as he studied you. Thoughts would creep into your head that perhaps you should feel self conscious? You weren't sure why, because it wasn't as though you weren't comfortable with each other and it wasn't as though you hadn't done this hundreds of times before.

But your modesty still caught you from time to time. You thought about the way he looked at you and prayed he wasn't judging or secretly laughing at you, your noises, the way you moved and moaned beneath his touch, spending more thought than was reasonable worrying about how you looked, if your body was still desirable enough for him and so on.

Just as those thoughts began to occupy you, he shifted closer to you, kissing your cheek, his lips soft against you, whilst stroking the side of your face delicately and you were quickly reminded of how diverse and bizarre your relationship was. Filthy, sexy and lustful, full of heat and unrelenting passion one minute, then soft, tender and romantic the next.

"You captivate me, (Y/N)," he whispered, his finger sliding gently down your cheek. You tilted your gaze towards him, not expecting the words out of his mouth. You stared at him for a few moments, "a thousand times over," he continued, before he brought his lips to yours in another intense kiss.

As he did, he slid his fingers from you, quickly undoing his pants and kicking them off before swiftly climbing on top of you, eyes burning with desire, "so completely lost in you," he finished, his words almost lyrical as he pushed himself into you and you groaned at the suddenness and how wonderful it felt to be filled up by him.

You'd almost lost the ability to speak coherently, as he rutted into you, but you managed to choke out a disjointed "I love you," before pulling his face in closer to yours. You'd intended a kiss but you were so lost in your passion, you felt weak in his embrace. Instead, you pressed your foreheads together, eyes clamped shut, grunting as you fucked.

"I love you more," he panted, his loose hair falling over his eyes and face, a look which exhilarated you and had always exhilarated you, from the very first time he'd fucked you and allowed his pristine image to melt away, driving you to grind your hips up to meet his thrusts, your hands moving to his back, grabbing urgently and pulling him in closer, nails dragging along the expanse of his skin.

It didn't take long for your session to heat up further, with Hux pulling out and sitting back to take in the view of you. He lifted your legs, pushing your thighs back against you, exposing you as he bit his lower lip. You could tell he loved having you like this. It was all in his eyes, not to mention the feel of his cock, hard and throbbing and bumping against you. Leisurely, he slid one finger along your folds, your slick coating it before pushing it fully inside you. You gulped and sighed heavily, chewing on your lip as your heart thumped wildly.

"I love how wet you get, darling..." he teased, eyes fixed on you, dipping his finger into you, wiggling it around whilst his thumb stroked your clit, making you clench around him.

An image flashed into your mind of him wearing his sleek, black gloves and Lord , you wished he was wearing them now while he played with you, wanting desperately to feel the cool leather against you, a stark contrast to your hot insides. And even more than that, wanting the taste of it, picturing him stuffing the cum-soaked, leather-clad fingers into your mouth and how you'd lap it all up happily. Anything he wanted to give you, you'd gladly take.

Leaning down to taste you, he began jerking himself off, his tongue teasing your clit, finger slotting inside quickly, but unhurried as he removed it, your wetness following, sliding down to your ass as you trembled.

He didn't stay down there too long, moving up to give you another taste of yourself, his chin now wet from you, before he penetrated you again, both of you moaning in pleasure due to the position, everything tighter and deeper. The feeling was so intense that it was almost painful. Almost... but not quite.

With every thrust, he hit your clit in just the right way, helping your orgasm build quickly. And he knew by your sounds; how your moans sounded different, with a touch more urgency in your voice, that you were close. Or so he guessed, from experience.

And indeed, he was right. You'd reached the point where you were on the precipice, ready to plummet. "Don't stop!" you begged, the fear of any unnecessary pauses ruining your finish. "More!" you demanded and he grabbed your legs, pulling them up and over his shoulders, his pace quickening as he rocked into you harder and faster, one hand moving to stick two fingers in your mouth. There was something about the visual of that which turned both of you on. You responded by sucking on them as though they were his dick, and his facial expression showed you that he wasn't going to last much longer.

If ever you had something in your mouth while you had sex, it seemed to spur him on just that little bit more, indicating to you just how much he'd love to see you sucking on something (or someone?) else as you got fucked.

"I want to make you come, my love," his teeth nipped his bottom lip again.

"Mm, please…"

He pulled his wet fingers from your mouth, sliding them over your clit instead and it only took two strokes for you to climax, the action of which triggered his own orgasm, as he thrust even harder into you, your cunt milking him as you both moaned together, jets of warm cum spilling into you, your body desperate for your General's seed, pulling him further and deeper inside you as you tightened and relaxed around his cock, the pulse of your orgasm slowly fading away, your breath subsiding simultaneously.


You lay still together for some time after you'd finished, the General still inside of you, both of you uninterested in separating as you cuddled closely into one another, enjoying the intimate feeling that post-coitus brought.

"Am I forgiven?" he asked while making his fingers dance along your arm.

"What?"

"For my stupidity?" he clarified.

You chortled, "Always," pulling him in for a kiss.

He slipped out of you, moving to lay on his back, and you responded by rolling to the side and draping an arm around him, pulling the cover up to keep the chill from the rest of your body.

And just when things felt perfect again...

"Good. Because... Um," he began.

You did not like the tone of his voice one little bit. You pushed yourself up to sitting, "What… what is it?"

He turned and gave you a serious look, his demeanour changing from relaxed to fraught in a matter of seconds.

You waited, his throat visibly constricting. And then you saw the fear creeping into his eyes. Not much scared the General. Your mind raced at a mile a minute. Had he done something unforgivable? Was it about you? Your relationship? Was there someone else?! You couldn't help thinking of all the awful and inconceivable scenarios.

You were getting impatient at his lack of… anything. "Just tell me!" you raised your voice.

"Sir Brendol Hux is due to make a scheduled visit to the ship…"

Eyes widening, you needed clarification, "Your father?"

"Correct," he confirmed.