Notes: Warning all aboard the Smut train!
This is my first Smut/Lemon scene so please be kind and leave feedback.
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Hux dropped himself into his reading chair, rubbing his face with his hand. What am I to do, he thought. He was unaccustomed to being placed in awkward situations such as this. He knew why Kylo Ren had brought her to him. He had wanted him to defile, humiliate and abuse her. Kylo Ren had assumed that because Hux was a harsh General and commander, that he'd be the perfect choice for Rey's degradation. Ren was wrong. Hux had never even visited or used the pet room. He only knew of Anara, because he had been in the bay when she was pulled off of one of the cruisers. She had been sobbing, golden hair falling in waves about her shoulders. She had looked like an angel. He couldn't help the pang of sorrow and want he had felt then. He had wanted to save her, to have her grasp his arms, and hold on to him like a lifeline. He was going to go to her, having had every intention of claiming her, but he was unused to being aggressive in matters of women. He had always been shy around the fairer sex. He had missed his chance as other, stronger officers took her. He sighed inwardly. Another failure, and now this would be added to that increasingly long list.
He kept his loose trousers and t-shirt on as he stood to walk over to the couch. He flung himself down, and tried to make himself as comfortable as possible. He was exhausted, but he knew it'd be a long time before sleep reached him. He shivered, silently cursing himself for not grabbing a blanket. He was in for a long night.
Rey sunk into the bed, snuggling into the blankets and warmth. She had escaped Kylo Ren today, and had found an unlikely protector in Hux. She smiled as she remembered his kindness, how he had taken care of her. She'd never received attention like that before. Only recently had she been subjected to affection. At first, unwanted, but as she became fast friends with Finn, she didn't much mind. General Organa was compassionate as well. The women had comforted each other when word of how Han Solo had perished had reached the General. She wondered how long she'd be able to keep up this game. She couldn't bleed forever, and mind tricks only worked so well. She had to make a plan fast. She had tried to reach out to Master Luke through the force, but had only heard silence in return. She cursed inwardly. She'd been a fool to have left Ach-to. They had needed supplies though, and she had thought that the Resistance base on the Outer Rim would be relatively safe for her to go to. She'd been wrong. Her eyes turning to the sky, disbelievingly, as she watched Kylo Ren's shuttle land. She huffed and slammed her head back against Hux's pillow. She tried earnestly to let sleep engulf her. She finally willed herself to sleep, and fell into troubled dreams.
She awoke with a start, not entirely convinced she'd actually been asleep. She listened intently, and was met with Hux's soft snores. He sounded restless, so she let her mind gently sweep his. She was surprised to find herself there. She was sitting on his lap. He was holding her tightly as she looked up into his eyes. He looked back, his eyes glazed over with lust. He ran his thumb across her lips, his other arm tightening around her waist. He was leaning down, his breath so close to her lips.
She pulled back with a jolt, and heard him begin to rustle. Her breathing had accelerated, heart pounding frantically. She stood and walked from the bedroom. Stopping in front of Hux, she watched him as he wandered somewhere in between sleep and wakefulness. He shivered profusely. She had wrapped her own arms around her body. It was freezing in space. She wondered vaguely why his room had no heat. She reached out, involuntarily, and moved his red hair from his eyes. He was startled awake by her touch, eyes searching, until he saw the white hem of her dress. His gaze rose slowly to meet her own. She was staring at him, something he couldn't quite read swimming in her eyes. He blushed as he broke eye contact, remembering his dream. "I'm cold," she whispered. He sat up gingerly, his back already aching from the uncomfortable position he was forced to lay in. "I'll get you another blanket," he said as he stood up, but she put her hand on his arm, and shook her head no, most of her chestnut hair escaping her braid. He noticed her swelling had gone down a significant amount as well. He looked down at her hand, confused. Just as he was about to ask her what she wanted, she grabbed his hand and tugged him towards his room.
She pulled him a few steps before he wrenched his hand back nervously. "If you'd just tell me what you want, I'll get it for you," he offered. She shook her pretty head again, causing the rest of her hair to come free. He sucked in a breath, and then another, afraid he'd forgotten how to breathe entirely. She stood in front of him, and ran her hands up his lean muscles, as he stood stock still. What is she doing, he thought. She tugged him forward again, this time his feet moved. She turned, his hand clasped in hers, as she continued towards his bedroom. She climbed back into his bed and gazed expectantly at him. He looked down at her stupidly. She took pity on him, and patted the empty space next to her. Shuddering, he began to take off his shirt and trousers, leaving him in his tight undershorts. He sunk down next to her, and pulled the blankets up around them.
She faced him, placing her hands on his chest. He could scarcely breathe, as thousands of questions buzzed about his mind. She touched his face, and brought him back from his thoughts. "Thank you, it's freezing in here," she murmured. "You're welcome, but you don't have to do this," he began. He was cut short by her movement, as she ran her hand down the side of his face. He felt himself move his arm to hold her about the waist. She leaned in to him, moving her body to closely contour his. He gasped as she placed an agonizingly slow kiss upon his lips. He reacted then, moving his own hand to cup her face, his lips carefully molded against hers. His face contorted into a mixture of shock and want. She let out a small sigh at his reciprocation. Fire blooming in her belly, she deepened the kiss, her tongue gently seeking entrance to his mouth. He groaned and allowed her the access she sought. They kissed slowly as they mapped each other's mouths. She had wrapped her arms through his and up under his shoulders. She was grasping him roughly, as she moaned into his mouth. He felt something snap then, the tenderness escaping for the lust and want that took its place.
Hux rolled on top of her, shifting his body weight to his elbows. His hands grasping her face, he kissed her hard. She grinded her hips against his as he pushed his erection against her belly, her hands raking down his back. His tongue rolled against hers wildly, skimming the roof of her mouth. His left hand roamed down to her breast. Frustrated that he could not gain access to her pert, hard nipples, he ripped the strap of her dress roughly down her shoulder. He broke the kiss and gazed down at her. She was glowing, radiant against the soft light in his room. He captured the breast in his hand, and squeezed her hard. She moaned his name, throwing her head back as a wave of pleasure hit her. He rolled her nipple in his fingertips, and squeezed it, causing her to arch her back. He bent down and took it into his mouth, sucking and gently grazing it with his teeth. His other hand roamed to her other breast, again ripping the strap of her dress down to bare her to him. She cried out as he pinched one nipple and lapped at the other. He soon turned his mouth to the other breast, and sent her reeling. He pushed his hips into hers, pinning her in place as he teased her with his hardness, giving her just enough friction to build her up, but not enough to let her overflow.
"Hux, please," she begged, although she wasn't exactly sure what she wanted. He groaned as he continued his teasing. She needed more. Using the force to help her, she rolled them so that she was on top. Hux was utterly surprised, and taken aback that she had used the force in such a way. She grinned deviously at him. She leaned down to kiss him, not waiting for him to open his mouth, thrusting her tongue in. Just as he began to kiss her back, she broke the kiss, and caught his lip between her teeth. She tugged at it, causing him to moan and buck his hips up. She sighed and sat back, her legs on either side of his thighs and started to move. She shivered with pleasure as the friction started building again. Hux grabbed onto her hips, moving her faster. Rey grew dizzy with want, tipping her head back, as small gasps of satisfaction escaped her lips. Hux saw her getting close, and rolled back on top of her. She yelped in surprise. He pulled her dress down her hips, and flung it into the darkness. He pulled off her underwear next, eyeing her as he tossed them aside. She bit her lip expectantly, as he gazed down at her naked form. She was glorious. He grabbed her behind the knees, and thrust her legs up unexpectedly. She began to pant.
He crouched between her thighs, kissing them on his way to her core. Rey moaned as he came closer. She had never been touched or kissed like this. When he arrived at her entrance, he gazed up at her. Eyes blazing with lust, he slowly licked her opening. She was so wet, he sighed contentedly to himself. His cock throbbed painfully with need. He groaned as he suckled on her sensitive mound. She bucked into his mouth uncontrollably, breathing ragged. He used his forearm to hold her down, and slipped one finger from his other hand into her wet body. She moaned his name over and over, as he licked and rubbed her. "Please," she begged breathlessly. He inserted another finger, stroking her as he found a spot eliciting the most reaction from her. "Hux," she stuttered. She was building fast, her climax in sight. He sucked harder and quickened his fingers. She let out a scream as she hit her peak, coming over and over again. She had never experienced anything like this. As her orgasm racked her body, she whispered his name like a prayer.
Hux slipped out of his undershorts, his erection springing forward. He held himself, as he stroked his cock. She watched him, panting. She thought to herself how wanton she had become at his skillful hands. Hux positioned himself at her wet center as he groaned with desire. He coated his tip in her slickness, and rubbed himself around her opening. She moaned, "Hux, please." He slipped himself into her, filling her up, both of them crying out as he entered her. Kriff, he thought, she feels so good. He pulled out and thrust back in, drawing out a deep moan from her. He smirked and continued to thrust into her, holding on to her hips. She snaked her arm around his neck and pulled him down to meet her lips. He smashed his against hers, thrusting his tongue into her waiting mouth. He gripped her hands and held them above her head, deepening his movements. He groaned against her mouth, as his pumping becoming erratic. He could feel himself getting close. "Come for me, Rey," he breathed near her ear, "I want to feel you." She whimpered, "I'm almost there." He removed one of his hands to pinch her nipple. She gasped again, falling apart around him, clenching and soaking his cock. He cried out as he exploded within her, pumping every last drop of seed from him.
He took a moment to collect himself, as they both attempted to catch their breath, still panting from their encounter. Hux peeked up at her to see her smiling at him. He grinned back and removed himself from her, as he leaned forward to kiss her forehead. He rolled over on to the bed next to her, and she rested her cheek against his chest as he lazily played with her hair. They said nothing to each other, both lost in their own thoughts, eventually turning to deep sleep.