His Pet (Hux x Reader x Kylo Ren) IV.
Notes: Again, sorry this is late! But at least you’ll get two smut scenes in this chapter ;D
Word Count: 1,683
Summary: Despite the general’s warning, (Y/N) becomes involved with Kylo Ren, and is treated with a suitable punishment.
(Y/N) was excellent at completing paperwork quickly, as any good secretary should be, and it was much less challenging than hacking into Resistance systems. As such, she finished around 5:00 (an exceptionally short amount of time for the size of the stack of papers), and knowing that Hux typically ate at 6:00, she was pleased to have been left with at least forty-five minutes of free time. The assistant took this time to return to her quarters and prepare herself, which meant adjusting her makeup and hair. She gave herself a once-over in the mirror, hitching her uniform skirt slightly higher before leaving to go to Hux’s rooms.
(Y/N) knocked on the door, rolling back on her heels slightly while waiting. The door opened just a crack, and she hesitantly pushed it open. It was dim in the room, and not knowing where the light switch was located, the girl groped at the walls until she found it. The lights flickered on, revealing general Hux, sitting at his table. He had a mischievous look on his face, making no effort to hide his smirk.
“Good evening, (Y/N),” he said with an abnormally sweet inflection in his voice. The girl faltered in her footsteps at his tone, already on the verge of melting into a puddle on the floor. Her eyes swept over him, body still in his heavy black uniform.
“Good evening, general,” she replied slowly, carefully sitting down across from him.
“It would seem that you have recently...disobeyed one of my orders,” Hux said quietly, meeting her eye with a look that froze time. “Specifically, the one directing you not to involve yourself with Kylo Ren.” He paused for effect, relishing in the guilty look that flashed on (Y/N)’s face. “As such, you will receive a punishment.” It was difficult for him to keep his voice steady with how aroused he was. “For the rest of the evening, you will be my servant, and follow every instruction you are given. Is that clear?” The assistant nodded slowly, avoiding his eye. Without another word, the pair finished the meal, (Y/N) having barely touched it out of fear of her punishment.
Hux stood abruptly from his place at the table, and began walking toward an unknown location. He commanded his subordinate to follow him, and (Y/N) was at his heels immediately. The general opened a white door, revealing the room behind it to be a bathroom. It was luxurious, certainly larger than the one given to (Y/N), and was fitted with a spacious bath tub near the wall.
“(Y/N), please prepare a bath for me,” he ordered, and the girl practically jumped out of her shoes. She bent to turn the faucet on and close the drain, and when she turned around, the general uttered an all too familiar phrase. “Undress me.”
(Y/N) swallowed thickly, and stepped close enough that her lips were but an inch apart from Hux’s. Unwilling to meet his eye, she hastily began unbuckling his belt, casting it aside, and pulled apart his overcoat. Underneath was his collared shirt, which she was embarrassed to untuck from his trousers. As the girl carefully undid each button, she noticed the sinister smirk on the general’s face. Her face turned a deep red when she knelt to slip off his boots for him, seeing the proximity of his hard-on to her face, and quickly moved to shimmy down his trousers and boxers in one fluid motion. She gasped audibly when she saw his impressive length, and Hux chuckled in response. It was slightly shorter than that of Ren, but thicker. (Y/N) stood up quickly, and moved to fold the dirtied uniform. In the mirror, she could see him coming up behind her, a mockingly irritated look in his eyes. She turned to face him, and was shocked when he was chest-to-chest with her, looking down into her eyes.
“You forgot something,” Hux whispered sensually, adoring the way (Y/N)’s eyes became puddles before him. Carefully, he brought his hands up to her face, revealing the gloves still adorning them. Ever so slowly, he tugged them off with his teeth, eyes never leaving hers, casting them behind his assistant, who was stuck biting her lip in anticipation. Here she was, her ultimate fantasy playing out before her - yet she was frozen, not moving for fear of the promised punishment. Without warning the ginger man turned to enter the bath, and (Y/N) nervously looked away, wondering what he wanted her to do. He made a beckoning motion toward her, leading her to kneel beside the tub, face to face with the general.
“(Y/N), won’t you wash me?” He practically pleaded, seeming almost unsure of his request. Water still flowed into the tub, drowning the sound of the girl’s huff as she stood to prepare herself. Taking a hair tie from her blazer pocket, she swept her hair back into a ponytail, then shimmied out of her blazer, only to toss it and her heels alongside the general’s uniform. Haphazardly she pushed her sleeves up, unbuttoning one of the buttons at the top of her button down shirt in order to allow her shoulders more mobility. (Y/N) felt Hux’s gaze on her now exposed cleavage, but paid him no mind as she set herself to work. Thankfully it would be quick, as Hux could not have gotten too dirty today, having stayed inside the entire time.
Grabbing a bar of soap, a washcloth, and a bottle of shampoo from one of the cabinets underneath the sink, she positioned herself between the wall and the bath in order to wash the general’s hair. Gently, (Y/N) placed a hand on his chin, and pulled it back some, tipping his head carefully. His eyes were closed, so she assumed that Hux was simply relaxing. She then reached past his freckled shoulders, and brought water over his head in cupped hands, releasing it carefully over his well-groomed hair. It took a few rinses to adequately remove the styling product from his hair, but he seemed to enjoy it, so (Y/N) did not say a word. Slowly she poured shampoo into her hand, relishing its expensive scent before lathering it into the general’s hair. She could not see it, but he was shivering under her touch, wishing desperately that she would put the same calculated effort into working other parts of his body.
With Hux’s hair clean, it was now time for (Y/N) to wash the rest of him, a task she was not looking forward to. It would take all of her effort not to jump his bones and let him take her, right there in the tub. It was equally as difficult not to stare at his lithe figure, slick muscles glistening with water, and not to mention the arousal that was clearly visibly through the water. Hux smiled at (Y/N) deviously, as if he knew of her inner struggle. Now hovering over his naked form, the assistant carefully began running the cloth over his shoulders, chest, stomach, hips...she avoided these areas, and briskly continued down to his feet. Seeming satisfied, the general stood up, and stepped onto the mat beside the tub, water droplets cascading from his magnificent form.
(Y/N) gulped, swallowing her arousal as she handed a towel to the ginger man before her. He looked at he quizzically, and she rolled her eyes, taking the towel to dry him herself. It was much less awkward than bathing him, and instead of walking around to dry his back, (Y/N) reached both arms around his torso to wrap the towel around his waist. To her shock, his placed his own arms around her, keeping her in place and pressing her face to his chest. He was incredibly warm, and his pale skin smelled amazing. The girl closed her eyes, wishing this moment could last forever, but the embrace broke all too soon.
Before (Y/N) knew what was going on, she felt herself being picked up bridal style, and thrown on a plush bed. Her eyes were wide with surprise as Hux clambered on top of her, towel left abandoned in the bathroom. He pressed his body against hers, and she could feel his heat through her clothes. He pinned her hands above her head, and roughly pushed his lips against hers. Judging by his erratic behavior, it seemed that Hux wanted her more than Kylo Ren did.
He began carelessly tearing her clothes off, and (Y/N) was reasonably certain that she heard a ripping sound when her blouse was recklessly cast aside. Her skirt was torn away as well, hastily dragged from her legs and disposed of in an unknown corner of the room. She shivered; Hux’s room was cold, and she was left in just her bra and panties.
“Get on the floor.” Obediently (Y/N) slid off the bed, kneeling before him. She looked at Hux wide-eyed, totally sure of what he wanted her to do next. He was aware too, but didn’t expect it to feel so good when her plump lips closed around his throbbing dick. She ran her tongue over the head, licking away the precum that had just formed. She then began swirling her tongue around the shaft, coating every centimeter in her saliva. The general groaned, knotting his hands in her hair. (Y/N)’s head bobbed as she pumped his length in and out of her mouth, and soon his rough pace began to choke her.
“Look at me, you filthy whore.” Blinking back tears, she struggled to keep her eyes open as he forced his way into her throat. His pace quickened rapidly, unexpectedly shooting his load down her throat. She swallowed it, and then licked the shaft gingerly to be sure that none was left behind. Bringing her arm to her face, (Y/N) wiped her mouth with the back of her wrist, eagerly awaiting the next part of her “punishment.”
