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If you’re that desperate for my mark, you can always beg.
Better Half | A Krennic x Kleya story is available on AO3.
Summary: “We should have killed Krennic while we were up there.”
Although they both laugh, Kleya can’t shake the sinking feeling that dominates her entire being.
“That’s the spirit,” she replies to lighten the mood.
Because whether the prospect of killing her soulmate fills her with dread, sooner or later, she knows she will have to let her better—more likely worse—half go. Unless she wants to put Luthen’s life at risk—her life at risk, their work and the entire rebellion with it. [Kleya x Krennic | DarkSoulmate AU | Set after S2E06]
Chapter V - What a trivial discovery is already posted! Read here.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Catalyst: A Rogue One Novel - James Luceno, Andor (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Orson Krennic/Reader, Orson Krennic/You
Summary:
Old wounds. New missions.
Krennic finds you, after all this time, but your priorities have both changed.
Excerpt:
The door slid open, and you watched as Krennic stepped into your living room. He was wearing his travel uniform, a tactical waterproof version of his tunic and cape, complete with a black imperial officer’s hat. Of course he had a travel cape.
“You’re a hard woman to find,” He spoke into the space. “But farming,” He gestured broadly to your very simple home. “Really?”
You did your best to breathe quietly and stay very still. Hearing his voice after all this time was having an effect on you. When you left, you planned to never see him again. But here he was.
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You heard the whirring of a ship approaching. It grew louder and louder, the buzzing vibrating through your head. The little surveillance system you’d mounted to the wall picked it up, and your breathing quickened as you checked the screens. It was an ST-149. He was here.
You glanced back at the screens. Orson Krennic marched from his ship, cape billowing in the wind. Six Death Troopers flanked him. You gulped. It was time.
You hadn’t seen him in over a year. There was a time when you’d worked side by side, spending long days together serving the Empire and even longer nights together in his quarters. But the Energy Program was revealed to be a complete hoax, a cover for a weapon of mass destruction. And he was the driving force behind it.
Rushing to your hiding spot, you could hear his voice outside the door, ordering his troops to wait outside. The closet that you’d jammed yourself into had slats on the doors from which you could watch. It wasn’t the best hiding spot in the world, but it didn’t have to be. The purpose of it was not to conceal you permanently.
Leaving the Imperial Energy Program was the bravest thing you’d ever done, but it came at a cost. You had been lied to, used, all in the name of that horrible project. Working for the Rebellion was not your intention upon leaving, but you learned quickly that if one wants to stay out of the Empire’s grasp, things needed to be done. Helping others remain free from Empirical control was your new purpose, but this was the most challenging task you’d been asked to complete yet.
The door slid open, and you watched as Krennic stepped into your living room. He was wearing his travel uniform, a tactical waterproof version of his tunic and cape, complete with a black imperial officer’s hat. Of course he had a travel cape.
“You’re a hard woman to find,” He spoke into the space. “But farming,” He gestured broadly to your very simple home. “Really?”
You did your best to breathe quietly and stay very still. Hearing his voice after all this time was having an effect on you. When you left, you planned to never see him again. But here he was.
There was an energy around him that wasn’t present the last time you saw him. He seemed on edge. Dangerous. His usual arrogant confidence was there, but you could sense it was one more push from being broken.
“It’s lonely, I imagine.” He continued talking to himself, knowing you were around somewhere. He made no real effort to look for you, wandering around the small space as if he were on a museum tour. He picked things up and set them down, observing your living space with visible disdain.
“Does the rebellion know you’re here, or are you hiding from them too?” He nearly spat the word, teeth showing ever so slightly. The concept of ‘rebels’ always did bother him. “That’s one thing about you, always hiding, always thinking you’re one step ahead.” He smiled to himself.
He was trying to goad you into showing yourself, into confronting him, insulting him back. It wasn’t going to work. Not yet.
“I came to find you for a reason, not just for…old time’s sake,” He paused, standing with his wrists crossed in front of him, arm resting on his blaster.
That much you knew already. The briefing you’d received on his current situation the week before had proven to be quite interesting.
Krennic was in trouble, his deadline fast approaching with Tarkin breathing down his neck. He needed Galen Erso back to finish the project, but he, like you, had disappeared from the Empire’s grip. You knew where Erso was, via Saw Gerrera, and had been waiting for Krennic’s appearance here ever since learning how dire his circumstances were.
He was here to get information out of you, one way or another.
“I tire of games,” He pulled his blaster from his hip. “I have a proposition for you. But it seems you’re not interested in what I have to say.” He fired suddenly at one of your kitchen cabinets, the bolt blasting the door of it away almost completely. You jumped, covering your mouth to quiet your gasp.
“Not in that one, then.” He fired at the next cabinet, disintegrating the door.
“Not there either.” He sighed, eyes rolling.
Your heartbeat thundered in your ears. There weren’t many places you could fit inside; the chances of him turning and shooting right at the closet concealing you were not low. If he killed you now, your part of the plan would be a failure. You were supposed to keep him here, delay him. Any means necessary .
“Come on darling, let me see you.” He purred. Darling. The word sent warmth directly to your core, like a trained response. Your mind was flooded with memories. His broad hands all over you, the bitter taste of cigarettes and liquor when he’d kiss you, the feeling of his warm body pressed against yours while-
He fired suddenly at the last kitchen cabinet. You yelped, pulled from your daydream suddenly.
Shit.
He spun to face you, cape billowing behind him. It felt like those blue eyes saw right through the door.
He raised his blaster, pointing it directly at the closet, at you. “Come on out.” His voice was low, growly almost, but there was a teasing lilt to it; he was enjoying this.
No more hiding.
You took a deep breath and swung the door open, stepping out to face him.
“Director.” You addressed him curtly.
His face morphed into that insincere puppy dog look that you knew so well. “Aren’t we beyond formalities?”
“Hard to feel amicable with someone pointing a blaster at you.”
“Don’t give me a reason to use it then.” He smiled thinly.
“Why’re you here, Orson?” You asked, arms crossed. You both knew the answer, but you wanted to see if he’d tell you.
“Can’t I visit an old friend?” He shrugged.
“And put bolts through my kitchen?”
Krennic stepped closer to you, lowering the blaster but not putting it away. “I thought you’d be happy to see me.”
He clearly hadn’t worked on his bullshitting because you could still read right through it. No matter how round he made his blue eyes and how softened his features got, you knew it was feigned. An act, like so much of his arrogant nature.
You stepped closer, keeping your gaze firm, challenging him. “Why’re you here, Orson?” You repeated, your voice firmer.
His mouth tightened. “If that’s how you want this to be.” He spat, lisp stronger with his irritation.
He swooped behind you, grabbing you tightly and holding you around the middle. You tried to pull away, but he held you there. His body pressed against yours, breath hot on your neck.
“Where is Galen Erso?” He whispered into your ear. You fought the urge to shiver.
“I don’t have any idea.” You breathed, still trying to wiggle away. His arms tightened around you. “Miss your boyfriend, do you?” You smiled, knowing that would piss him off for sure. Erso was always a touchy subject.
His left arm abandoned your waist, pressing the blaster against the side of your neck. You swallowed thickly.
He held you there, tighter than was comfortable. You could feel his holster and belt buckle digging into your back.
The cold metal of the blaster tip pressed firmly into your skin.
“Feeling like cooperating?” He ground himself against your backside. His already hardening cock strained against his pants as he snaked a gloved hand around your front.
Nimble fingers dipped inside the waistband of your pants. You tried to wiggle away from his grip, but he held you firmly, fingers brushing over your clit, gathering the wetness he found there already.
“And I thought you didn’t like me,” He teased. Your cheeks burned.
His ever-talented fingers worked you up quickly, writhing in his arms. The end of his blaster remained pressed against your throat, almost forgotten by you entirely as your senses were overwhelmed by the weight of him against your back and the broad pads of his leather covered fingertips sending electricity to your core with every pass they made.
It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for him to have you panting, whining, knees threatening to buckle as your orgasm rapidly approached.
“There we go,” He cooed. “Give in.”
You couldn’t help but obey, writhing as your orgasm radiated through your body. He worked you through it, fingers not leaving your now considerably damp panties until you were twitching, trying to swat him away with no success.
He pressed the blaster harder still into your neck, the metal digging into your skin. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re enjoying this.” He ground himself into you, breathing getting heavier. “You always did love the danger in things.”
His lips found the other side of your neck, pressing deliberately slow kisses into your skin. “Do you like knowing I could kill you at any moment?” His breath was hot, tickling your ear.
You arched your back, pressing your ass against him. A whimper escaped your lips.
“This was supposed to be a quick stop,” He breathed. “But you know I can’t resist when you make those pathetic little sounds.”
Krennic walked forward, not releasing you but pushing you with him until your stomach ran into the counter. He spun you around to face him, setting the blaster down next to you. He followed your eyes to it.
“Don’t even think about it.” He warned. His eyes were bright blue, pupils blown wide. He was breathing deeply, like you.
Not breaking eye contact, he removed his gloves and hat, setting them beside the blaster.
“Get this off,” He tugged at your shirt. While you did that, he pulled your pants off, carefully sliding them off each ankle and setting them behind him.
You knew better than to be tricked by the gentle and patient nature of the gesture. It meant his control was waning. He always got very slow and considerate at the end of his rope. His movements were controlled, but the energy around him vibrated. He was ready to snap at any moment.
Warm hands scooped you up under your now bare thighs and set you on the counter. He placed his palms on either side of you, leaning forward. Your breaths mingled in the inches separating your faces. His tongue darted out to wet his lips, drawing your eyes to them.
You wanted so desperately to kiss him. You missed it. Feeling his soft lips part as he moaned into your mouth, your hands in his hair.
But you couldn’t. It wasn’t like that anymore.
Blue eyes stared deeply into yours, as if he could hear your inner dilemma. He was testing you, waiting to see if you’d do it. If you’d cross that line, give him that piece of affection.
You had to be stronger than that. You narrowed your eyes, a silent challenge.
“I see how it is.” His tone was that of feigned disappointment, but you swore there was a glimmer of sincerity in his eyes, however brief. “Are you ready to tell me where Galen is?”
“Why are you so certain that I know?” You challenged, leaning toward him, forcing him to step away ever so slightly.
“I don’t play that game.” A hand wrapped around your throat. “You know where he is.”
He squeezed gently, eyes locked on yours.
“I intend to get his location from you one way,” His gaze shot to the blaster beside you. “Or another.”
“You won’t shoot me, Orson.” You whispered.
“What makes you so sure?” His fingers squeezed around your neck once more before letting go. He reached for the blaster, eerily calm still.
Krennic picked it up, pointing it directly at your heart.
You gasped as he touched the cool metal to your sternum. The tip of the blaster trailed gently around the bottom of your breasts, following paths usually taken by his hands and mouth. His right hand parted your knees, finding your clit.
You whined, bucking your hips into his hand.
The blaster made its way down your stomach, making you flinch and shiver as the cool metal moved over your hot skin.
The rounded tip of the weapon replaced the fingers working on your clit. You moaned as the hard surface was rubbed up and down your slit. His right hand pushed on your stomach, a silent command to lie back. You did, now flat atop the counter while he hovered over you.
Krennic stayed that way for a while, teasing your entrance with the blaster, enjoying your gasps when he brushed it over your clit.
The blaster breached your entrance, barely passing inside of you before reaching the scope and not fitting any further. The odd shape prevented it from going deeper, so he repeatedly inserted it to that point and pulled it out, drawing it upward to rub at your clit before starting again.
You were growing needier by the minute. The whispers of friction where you needed it most were driving you mad. The patience you held so firmly earlier was wearing away.
You needed more.
“Orson, please,” It was a whisper, but he heard it. His eyes snapped from his ministrations to meet yours.
He pulled the blaster away, tucking it firmly in its holster on his hip. You nearly cried out at the loss. You wanted more, not for him to stop entirely.
“Oh? I thought you didn’t like me pointing it at you?” He had that smug look on his face that made you want to slap him. Or kiss him.
“Please,” You breathed. “I need you.”
And as you predicted, he snapped.
Pants quickly unzipped, his cock sprang free from his uniform. His hands roughly grabbed your hips and scooted you to the very edge of the counter, where he could line himself up with your entrance.
Without warning, he seated himself fully inside you, cock stretching out your insides as he let out a groan. It burned, but delightfully so, as your walls tried to accommodate the intrusion.
You moaned, finally full, finally getting a brief moment of relief.
His hips snapped against yours, setting an already relentless pace. His patience from earlier was gone, pupils blown wide, panting. He stared down at you, where your bodies were joined, before meeting your eyes once more. His expression was predatory, ravenous, as if he wanted to devour you.
You made another noise he’d describe as pathetic. You really had missed that sight.
The hard metal of his belt buckle was digging into your flesh uncomfortably as he covered your body with his, deepening his thrusts. You cried out, hands wrapping around his middle to pull him closer still. He was rounder there than when you last saw him, softer. His tunic stretched ever so slightly around.
With a growl, his mouth was on your neck, your shoulders, your tits, anywhere he could get it. Biting, licking, sucking marks that were sure to bruise. It was lighting your body on fire, your skin electric where he touched it.
Your head nearly slammed against the counter after a particularly hard thrust. He felt as good as ever inside you, filling you entirely, stretching you open just right.
He nipped at a deep red mark freshly left just under your collarbone, and you were suddenly very close to cumming again.
“Orson,” You breathed.
“Fucking hell, you get so tight when you’re close.” He cursed.
Big, warm hands wrapped around your throat. He was holding you by the neck with both hands, nearly lifting you from the counter, changing the angle of his cock inside of you.
A muffled cry left your lips as he squeezed gently, restricting your airflow. All you could focus on was the feeling of him pounding into you relentlessly, mind fuzzy around the edges as he used you. You clung to his back, grabbing fistfuls of his cape.
He knew you loved this, feeling helpless in his hands.
“That’s it, darling, take it.” He growled, hips pistoning against yours, aided by the leverage provided by holding you that way.
You could only whine, feeling so close. Your walls clenched around him.
“Come on it,” He ordered, teeth bared as he squeezed your throat tighter still.
Your eyes rolled back as your body convulsed, orgasm attacking you from all angles. Your back arched off the counter, hands flailing for purchase as he fucked you through it, allowing no reprieve. He released your throat, however, and you gasped, heaving down full breaths.
The way he took his bottom lip in his mouth told you he was close. He pulled out of you suddenly, gripping the base of his cock.
Exhausted, you could merely watch as he pumped himself above you, taking in his handiwork. You, splayed out before him, stomach and breasts red with marks, panting, neck already blooming with finger-sized bruises.
Krennic moaned loudly as he came. Ropes of hot cum coated your stomach and chest, decorating the colorful assortment of marks adorning your skin.
He leaned against the counter, taking heaving breaths, before catching your eyes with his.
“Are you going to tell me now, or do I need to start this all again?” The corners of his lips perked into a smile.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” You smiled, propping yourself up on your elbows. The air between you was comfortable, like old times. You wanted to sit in that moment, absorb it.
But things were different now.
Tucking himself back into his pants, Krennic cleared his throat.
“Erso. I know you’re aware of his location.” Back to business, then.
“Orson…” You began. His hand rested on his blaster, eyes firm. He looked tired suddenly, and more serious than he had all afternoon. You could tell that he really would shoot you this time, if he had to. He needed Erso to get his project back on track. And that would always be his top priority, for which he had proven he would do anything. The project, which he cared more about than he ever could care about you.
The silence was thick between you, seconds feeling like hours as he stood, waiting to draw his blaster.
Your eyes stayed trained on his holster, not being able to bring yourself to look at his face.
“Mina-Rau,” You sighed, not realizing you’d been holding your breath.
Krennic spun on his heel, snatching his gloves and hat from the counter, cape swishing behind him. He got what he came for.
You sat up and watched him march out your door, troopers falling in line behind him.
He’d realize you lied eventually, of course, and come looking for the real answer.
I just freeze every time you see through me
And it's all over you
Electric blue
In too deep)
Standing here waiting as I'm breaking in two
*MDNI*
Words: 4,735
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Andor (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Orson Krennic/Reader, Orson Krennic/You
Summary:
You've been watching him, and he's been watching you. Orson Krennic seems to be everywhere, and he fascinates you. Circumstances be damned, you will have the man in the cape eventually.
Excerpt:
You noticed a lot of things about his mouth and his hands, it was where your eyes always seemed to linger when you watched him, for no reason really. It wasn’t like every time he took his bottom lip into his mouth when he had an idea, or when his teeth showed slightly when he was emphasizing something, it made your face feel hot. Definitely not. You definitely did not-
You had a crush on Orson Krennic.
But it was alright, it’s not like you’d act on it. You were married and he was kind of a dick. So, no problem.
But here’s the thing, you weren’t the only one noticing things.
Living trapped in a loveless marriage before being given much chance to find your own direction in life was never the plan. Shit happens.
Add to that the detail that your husband was a determined but decidedly uninteresting and cold Imperial official, and things just seem bleak all around. He’s fine, but his job consumes him, and there’s not much else to his personality beyond it. Your purpose in life had dwindled down to accompanying him to parties, events, conferences, and a whole manner of smaller gatherings.
Seeing as he was not good company, you had begun keeping track of the repeat faces at these things. The guy with the eyebrows always left an hour early. The Twi’lek wife of the bald officer always wore shoes that were too tall to walk in. Governor Tarkin would always drink exactly three drinks. Truly riveting stuff. But you had to keep yourself entertained somehow.
And then one night, moments after Eyebrows left, there was someone new for you to watch. Director Orson Krennic, as you’d come to learn, was the entertainment you’d been wishing for.
He was strikingly handsome, with expressive and electric blue eyes. He almost always wore a white uniform, sometimes with the accompanying hat, sometimes with black leather gloves.
You’d never seen him without a cape, for some reason. Nobody else you’d ever encountered wore one; they were certainly not part of the uniform. Neither was the sash he sometimes donned. These accessories seemed to just be for some extra flair, and as you’d come to observe, he was not one to shy away from attention.
No, Orson Krennic loved attention. He was charismatic, charming, with a twinkly grin that appeared at all the right moments. The more you saw of him, the more you could tell that it was mostly an act. His jokes often came across as charming, but you could tell they were said with some spite. He would playfully challenge those who disagreed with him, and while the conversation would stay light, his eyes would tell you that he meant it.
He was by far the most interesting person you’d ever seen at these things, and you began to wish to see him every time. You quickly learned that he was not for everyone. You’d heard some higher-up Imperials talking unfavorably about him on more than one occasion, as well as general gossip from others. The consensus seemed to be that he was self centered, overly ambitious, and an asshole to some degree. They thought he bragged too much without enough to show for it.
The more you saw of him, the more you began to notice. It started innocently enough.
You’d catch the way he’d wet his bottom lip mid-sentence, usually when pausing for sarcasm. Or the way he rolled his eyes when he sighed. The pondering pose he so often took up, again usually before tossing a backhanded jest someone’s way, when he’d stand with one arm crossed to support the hand on his chin. Sometimes, when he stood like that, he would touch his bottom lip with his thumb before speaking.
You noticed a lot of things about his mouth and his hands, it was where your eyes always seemed to linger when you watched him, for no reason really. It wasn’t like every time he took his bottom lip into his mouth when he had an idea, or when his teeth showed slightly when he was emphasizing something, it made your face feel hot. Definitely not. You definitely did not-
You had a crush on Orson Krennic.
But it was alright, it’s not like you’d act on it. You were married and he was kind of a dick. So, no problem.
But here’s the thing, you weren’t the only one noticing things.
Once, you were chatting with your husband and a few others when Krennic joined the conversation. You stood opposite each other, and you tried your best not to stare at him from such a close distance. When you glanced at him, you found his eyes locked on you. They trailed up and down your body, as if he were memorizing you as you had done with him. You felt your face flush. Watching him from across the room was one thing, but being in such close proximity to him was making you a little dizzy. You did try not to, but how could you resist watching him, his mouth, his hands, when they were right there? He continued talking to everyone, making some clever remark, but you weren’t listening because his eyes never left you. Eventually, the host of the evening called everyone’s attention and broke the conversation apart. You thought about that for the rest of the week.
Another time, you were watching him from across the room, as you often did, and his eyes suddenly snapped in your direction and met yours. Your body shivered as you held his strong gaze.
And then there were the brushes. The coincidences. You’d be at the bar ordering a drink, and suddenly there he was, appearing the slightest bit too close to you to order his own. You’d reach for an hors d'oeuvre at the same time as a gloved hand, connected to him with that mock puppy dog look on his face that screamed insincerity, but made your knees feel weak nonetheless. It would be time to gather in another room, and a cape would brush against your bare calf as you looked to see who strolled by. Once, in a small gallery, he passed behind you, between you and the wall, and placed his hand on your lower back as he went. You nearly fainted.
These could not be coincidences. Yes, you were a bit fascinated by him because he was the most interesting thing at most of these events, and potentially also because he was incredibly attractive. But there was no way that you invented all of these instances of what seemed to be returned interest. You had to find out.
So, you started doing it back. He’d be admiring the private collection of the host’s and suddenly there you were, standing a little too close to have a look. Once, you touched his bicep as you passed by him in a tight space, and you swore you could feel his eyes watching you walk away. When you found yourself in a group conversation with him, you would bite your lip more often, brush your hair off your shoulders, and bat your eyelashes while purposefully avoiding his gaze. Then, when you’d look at him, you’d find that he was watching your every move, his eyes dark. His lips tight with what looked like frustration. By some miracle, you were seated directly across from him at a dinner once, and you spent the entire meal sending flirty smiles in his direction and making eye contact every chance you could. You watched as the meal progressed, how his gaze darkened, how his grip on the utensils tightened. He stood up and left as soon as it was polite to do so, cape swirling behind him.
It was working.
After a few months, it turned into mutual cat and mouse. You would take every opportunity to capture his attention, and he would do the same. It was very fun and definitely made things more interesting, but tonight you needed more. The longer your game went on, the more flushed you found yourself getting, the more heat you’d feel blooming in your core. You wanted to push the limits of the game this time.
Usually, around an hour after arriving, Krennic would excuse himself from the gathering to go smoke. You definitely didn’t follow him a few times to know that. On this night, it was nearing that time, and you found him across the room, chatting with some diplomat-looking people. He was wearing the sash, the cape, and the gloves tonight, and he looked damn good. Like clockwork, he excused himself from the conversation and left the room.
You had never been to this estate before, but you’d heard about their impressive gardens and had a feeling that was where he was heading.
Krennic walked swiftly through large open doors out to the labyrinth-like garden. Several arch-shaped structures, carved from ancient stone, surrounded a courtyard of sorts, framed by an equally ancient-looking half-wall. The rest of the space was overflowing with plants of all varieties, big leafy things, and flowers of every color. It was beautiful, but your focus was on the white cape weaving through it.
You followed him, not being particularly careful and not really caring. Let him hear you.
He leaned against one of the half walls and retrieved a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. The moment you reached the courtyard, he turned to you.
“Want one?” He shook the carton.
“How’d you know I was following you?” You crossed your arms.
There was that wicked smirk. “I hoped you would.”
You approached him, trying your best not to show visible unease. This was your first one-on-one interaction with him. Nobody was around, and the courtyard was surrounded by lush landscaping. It was very private. Your heart raced at the thought.
“Had to get away from that husband of yours?” He handed you a cigarette, his gaze following it as you placed it between your lips.
“He’s a dud.”
“You said it, not me.” He smiled, placing his own cigarette in his mouth.
Krennic leaned forward, closing the gap between you. The air left your lungs entirely as his eyes searched yours. They were so damn blue.
In one smooth motion, his lighter flicked on and lit both of your cigarettes in the inches separating your faces. He pulled away, strolling toward one of the arches.
You sat on one of the half walls, watching him as always. The silence was thick but not uncomfortable, as you both seemed to enjoy the distance from the party. While you sat, Krennic slowly circled the courtyard, as if examining each plant before finally stopping directly across the space from you.
He gazed into the distance, taking a long drag.
Rather suddenly, he turned to look at you. “You’ve managed to make my work life more interesting and more challenging, which you should consider an accomplishment. I’m not easily distracted.”
This sudden admission took you aback. You’d been distracting him ? If he had any idea how distracting you found him to be…
You decided to push your luck a little. “Then why wait until now to say something?”
“You’ll learn, eventually, that it is sometimes best not to go looking for things we won’t be able to handle.” His teeth showed slightly when he spoke, both with irritation and restraint.
You sat up straighter. “I can handle it.”
Krennic paused, removing the cigarette from his lips. He looked more serious than he had all night. His eyes bore into you across the space.
You gulped, watching his gloved hand pinch the cigarette out between his fingers.
He stalked toward where you sat like an animal approaching its prey. Your own cigarette was quickly tossed to the ground in front of you. When he reached you he stepped on it, grinding it into the gravel. He pursed his lips, eyes scanning your face. He was holding back, keeping his hands at his sides. The air between you was thick.
You couldn’t take it anymore. Before you could think about it too thoroughly, you grabbed the sash across his chest and pulled him to you, forcing him both closer and lower so that your lips could capture his before he could react. Your kiss was desperate. Months of waiting. Months of wanting. All for this moment. Your lips felt electric where they met his, your grip on his sash tight. He tasted like cigarettes and whiskey. It was everything you had waited for, and yet you were desperate for more.
Quickly, Krennic pulled away. The sash slipped through your fingers as he stood straight. His face became serious, mouth tightening.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” He warned, lisp stronger as it often was when he was pissed.
“Don’t act like you don’t want this.” You said it defensively, though you were a bit hurt by his reaction. You knew he wanted you too; he’d made that clear on several occasions. So why, now that you’d had enough and given in, was he suddenly not interested?
“Oh, I do.” His voice was low, but it had a menacing edge. His presence had shifted, his posture more threatening as he leaned down to speak at eye level with you. “But this is a dangerous line to toe.”
“Danger doesn’t frighten me.” You stood, forcing him to back away a step. You wanted to regain the upper hand that you held so fleetingly a moment before. You mustered your strongest gaze and met his eyes. They were dark, dangerous indeed. You suppressed a shiver and held your ground.
With one stride, he was on you, big hands grabbing either side of your face. He pressed you down, forcing you back onto the wall. Your ass hit it with a thud, back to sitting before you realized what had happened. He held your face with an unforgiving grip, the leather of his gloves soft against your face.
“Perhaps it should.” His voice was low, menacing, growly almost. He released you, pushing you back and away from him as he turned with a swish of his cape.
You sat there stunned. And turned on. The way he manhandled you sent heat directly to your core.
“I thought you enjoyed our games,” You sighed, wandering toward one of the arches. He paused his dramatic exit and turned to face you again. “Maybe everyone is right, you’re all talk and no action.”
Keeping your pretend disappointed tone was difficult. You almost giggled with anticipation for what effect your words would have on him.
Krennic marched back toward you, cape billowing behind him. His fists were clenched, his mouth a tight line. You really got him this time. Finally .
He backed you against the structure, your back colliding with the cool stone. His arms went on either side of you, caging you in. The cape followed, draping over you both, so that you were completely enveloped by him. Your heart raced. Everything about him was suddenly imposing, dangerous. His eyes were so dark, pupils blown wide with lust.
“Once I start, I will not be able to stop.” He whispered, lips close to your ear. “You make it very difficult for me to practice restraint. If I let that slip, I won’t be able to control myself.”
Heat bloomed in your face at his words. Your knees felt weak. As he caged you there, your senses were overrun with just him from all angles. You could smell the cigarette on his breath in the inches that separated you. You needed to taste it again.
“Please,” You trembled, overwhelmed with need.
“Please, what?” His face softened slightly into mock confusion, eyes doing that puppy thing that drove you insane, especially when you knew it was complete bullshit.
“Please make me yours.” You hadn’t planned on ever begging this man for anything, but here you were. You needed him desperately, inhibitions thrown completely away.
“On your knees,” He commanded.
You dropped instantly, the gravel digging sharply into your skin. He smirked, satisfied by your quick reaction. A gloved hand twisted in your hair, tilting your face to look up at him. Heat pooled between your legs.
“Good girl,” The words rolled from his mouth like velvet. You thought you might melt.
Krennic unzipped his pants, freeing his mostly hard cock. It sprang to life before you. At least you weren't the only one worked up.
His hand found its way into your hair again. “Show me how badly you want it.” His fist tightened for just a moment, stinging your scalp, but then relaxed immediately. A threat.
You reached forward, stroking his cock gently. You explored it, running your fingers down the underside and gently brushing your thumb over the tip.
He shuddered when you licked him, a long stripe from the tip to the base. Happy with that reaction, you took him into your mouth. The salty taste of him only encouraged you; you were nearly vibrating with need. You pressed your thighs together, desperate for any friction, anything to dull the ache between your legs.
He rocked into your mouth, causing you to flatten your tongue to take more of him. Your hands worked the rest, gripping the base and playing with his balls.
What you were doing seemed to be working, as his breathing grew shakier. He was using his other hand to support himself against the wall now. The hand in your hair gripped tighter and tighter as you continued.
You pulled him out of your mouth with a ‘pop’, taking just the tip back inside. He groaned as you swirled your tongue around it.
He pulled you off of him by your hair, tilting your head back again so your eyes could meet his. The blue you found there was ever enticing, only now they were clouded with blatant lust.
He grabbed his cock by the base and stroked it a few times. You watched his eyes roll back with pleasure and nearly whined at the sight, imagining how they would do the same if he were fucking you.
“Open,” He ordered. You obeyed, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out flat. You shot him your best pleading gaze. If he didn’t touch you soon, you were going to explode.
He tapped the tip of his cock against your waiting tongue repeatedly. “You look pretty like this,” He praised. You felt your face flush.
He plunged his cock into your open mouth. All the way, further than you had voluntarily taken it before, further than you could really take it.
You gagged slightly, but he held you there, pressing his hips closer to your face. He groaned, and the hand in your hair kept you there, unable to pull away. Your hands wrapped around his thighs. Your face was inches from where his blaster sat on his hip.
Tears breached the corners of your eyes as you sat with the discomfort. They rolled down your cheeks before you could stop them. You were determined to take it, determined to show him that you meant it when you said that you could.
“That’s it… take it. Take it all.” He breathed.
He fucked into your mouth, each thrust hitting the back of your throat. You flattened your tongue as much as possible and focused on breathing through your nose.
Despite your obvious discomfort, your arousal only grew. Being used like this made you want him even more. You needed him to touch you, to fuck you, to finally give you what you’d wanted from him for all this time.
As if he could sense your desperation, he pulled out of you. A string of drool connected his cock to your panting mouth. He licked his bottom lip, surveying you as if you were prey.
“Up,” Krennic ordered. Your legs wobbled as you stood.
He pressed you against the wall, hands everywhere. He pulled his blaster back slightly to slot his thigh between your legs. His hands roamed your body, undoing the top of your dress at an agonizing speed. You couldn’t help but whine, trying to shift your hips to get some relief.
He paused his ministrations to look you in the eye. Your faces were inches apart. His tongue darted out to wet his bottom lip again. You whined once more at the sight.
“Needy, aren't we?” He teased. “Here I thought we were having a good time.”
“Need you,” You breathed, “Please. Please, I can’t wait anymore.”
Suddenly, a gloved hand wrapped around your throat.
“ You can’t wait?” His other hand went between you, moving layers of your skirt out of the way to reach between your thighs. At last, his fingers found their destination, dancing lightly across your soaked panties.
“I don’t think you realize who’s been doing the waiting.” He rubbed your clit through the fabric, making a whine escape your lips. “Some patience seems like the least you owe me at this point.”
God, he was infuriating.
The pressure of his touch increased. “So wet,” He mused. “Desperate little thing, hmm?”
You keened, moaning at his words and the increasing speed of his fingers. He finally pushed your panties aside and stuffed a thick, gloved finger inside of you.
You gasped at the relief of finally being filled with something, but your walls clenched desperately around his digit. You needed more.
“Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused me?”
He curled his finger, making you gasp. The hand around your neck squeezed ever so slightly.
“Every day I have to deal with your idiot husband for hours, and all I can think about is you.” He continued, “I have to look him in the eye, knowing that he gets to have you like this when I know he doesn’t deserve it.”
Another finger went inside of you. Finally, something to stretch, something to ease the ache.
“He doesn’t get you this worked up, does he?” His fingers began to scissor, stretching you open wide. All you could do was gasp and moan.
He gripped your throat tighter. “Does he?”
You shook your head frantically. His fingers were working you up to a very quick orgasm. Your pussy clenched around them as his thumb began rubbing your clit.
“Please,” You heaved. You were so close.
“I thought we’d been through this already.” He squeezed your neck even tighter, almost completely closing off your airway. “Please, what?”
“Please make me cum,” You managed.
“There’s a good girl.” The pressure on your clit increased as he curled his fingers, rubbing at the spot inside you that always made you come undone. That was all it took.
He released your throat as you came, your breathing haggard, your vision blurry.
Two gloved fingers appeared in front of you, and you took them inside your mouth without question. You could taste yourself mixed with the leather as you sucked on them gently. He pulled them from your lips and patted your cheek.
Krennic smiled. “Good.” You felt yourself blush. “Now,” He continued, tucking his blaster back before placing his hands under your ass to lift you up. Your legs wrapped around him instantly, your back pressed flat against the wall. “I’m going to ruin you so thoroughly that you will have trouble walking.”
He slid his cock inside you fully with one smooth thrust. You both moaned.
All of these months you’d waited, wanting him to ruin you, and now he was doing it. His cock stretched you open perfectly. He began slowly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming himself back inside, making sure you felt every inch of him.
You mewled, clawing at his back, grabbing fistfuls of his cape. You could feel his blaster hitting your thigh, digging into your skin as you gripped him.
“You feel fucking good,” He said through clenched teeth. Your walls clenched around him. “Tight, wet, little cunt all for me.”
One hand moved from under your ass to between your bodies. He took his bottom lip in his mouth, eyes narrowing, focused, as his thumb began to work your clit once more.
You moaned, overwhelmed already by his ministrations. He rubbed tight circles, making you tense up. It was too much, still sensitive from cumming moments before, but it felt so good.
You were close again already, after what felt like far too little time. His cock was filling you up so wonderfully, stretching you open wide and reaching up deep inside of you. That, paired with his gloved thumb expertly working your clit again.
“I’m- I’m gonna-” You cried. You were so fucking close already.
“I know,” He growled. “Fucking suffocating my cock.”
He accentuated his words with a few particularly hard thrusts, and you were cumming, crying out a string of curses. Your vision went white as your walls clenched around him, making him groan. Your body convulsed, fists grabbing his cape for dear life, heels digging into his back. But he was relentless; there was no reprieve. He kept fucking you through it, kept his thumb on your clit although it’s movemnt was paused.
You felt like you had exploded. You pawed at the hand between you, and he immediately grabbed your wrist and pinned it beside your head.
“Ah ah,” He scolded, smirking. “I decide when you’ve had enough.”
Krennic leaned forward, capturing your lips in a kiss that felt more punishing than romantic. His tongue pushed its way into your mouth, claiming it as his. His hips never stopped fucking into you as he sucked on your bottom lip.
You whined into his mouth, feeling simultaneously exhausted and needy once again. His mouth moved to your neck, pressing kisses into your hot skin. The tenderness of the gesture greatly contradicted the now brutal pace of his hips as he kept using you.
His lips reached the soft crevice between your shoulder and neck, and he bit down, making your back arch off the wall. You were suddenly close to coming again, seemingly out of nowhere. It snuck up on you, your core suddenly tight with need and ready to release it again.
He licked and sucked at the spot on your neck, releasing your wrist to once again play with your clit.
The combination of his mouth, deft fingers, and cock all together sent you over the edge again. You felt fresh tears well in your eyes as your body shook, coming down quickly. It was less intense than the first two because you were quickly getting overstimulated. His hips slowed, but he didn’t pull out.
“Good girl.” He cooed. He cupped your face with his hand, thumb brushing away the few stray tears that had fallen. “One more? I did promise I’d ruin you properly.”
You shook your head. Everything was so sensitive, you weren’t sure you were even capable of coming again.
He began moving his hips again, fucking you slowly, tenderly, almost .
“...’s too much,” You whined.
Big, gloved hands gripped your ass as he fucked you faster, chasing his own release now, too. “You can take it,” He said through gritted teeth.
You moaned, babbling incoherently as somehow, again, the heat began to build up and tighten in you.
Krennic moaned, feeling your pussy tighten around him as your pleasure started building again. “..That’s right, take it… tight fucking cunt..” He was rambling, spewing breathy nonsense as his thrusts became erratic. Your back slid up and down against the stone as he kept you hoisted there against it, his blaster poking you in the thigh.
And then his thumb was on your clit again and you knew you were done for. Your body was electric, overstimulated and overworked. His fingers needed only a moment to have you cumming again, body jolting as you cried out. You grabbed a fistful of his hair this time instead of his cape, and he groaned languidly as you pulled on it.
Krennic cursed profusely as his thrusts grew sloppy. He was moaning; heaving, breathless, growly noises that would make you needy again if that was even possible. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass as he came, cock twitching inside you.
He set you down gently as you both panted. Your knees nearly buckled.
Everything tucked away and straightened, he almost looked as if nothing had happened. But his hair was messier than before, and his cape would definitely need to be ironed from where you’d grabbed at it.
You certainly felt disheveled, who knew how bad you looked.
Krennic lit himself another cigarette. You weren’t sure if you should say something or just go your separate ways.
“I think we should leave to go smoke at all of these things,” You said, half-joking.
Your eyes met his, dead serious. “I assumed this was a one-time fantasy for you.” He took a long drag. “You are married.”
“To a dud,” You said. His lips perked into a smile at that. “I’m nowhere near done with you.”
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Andor (TV), Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Orson Krennic/Reader, Orson Krennic/You
Summary:
It would be a shame if Krennic and the bored daughter of an Imperial official made a dinner party more interesting.
Excerpt:
The bartender handed over your cocktail, and you gulped half of it, wanting the alcohol to get to work as quickly as possible. You were not about to spend the rest of the night thinking about Orson Krennic and his stupid fucking sash.
As if on command, he appeared. He slid next to you, cape swishing. You tried not to roll your eyes.
“Why’d you leave me with your father?” He asked. “I already have to deal with him all day. He's not the most conversational.”
You snorted. “Why do you think I ran over here?”
“You could’ve told me this is where you were going, I would’ve run with you.” His eyes, somehow bluer than you even remembered, met yours. He didn’t look away.
You felt yourself blush. “Careful,” You warned. “Too many people see you talking to me alone, and he might get wind of it.”
“And would that,” He paused, eyes still trained on yours. “Bother him?”
Another evening on Coruscant, another dinner at some important Imperial’s home. Dinner parties were by far the least exciting of the mandatory events you attended as the daughter of a high-ranking Imperial officer. Your father’s job bored you almost as much as his coworkers. The parties could go on for hours; hours of military talk with boring old men and their personality-less wives. The other ‘children’ were either actually little kids, of whom you had no interest in entertaining, or people your age who were in line to be as boring as their parents.
You didn’t resent your father for his success, but on evenings like these, it did bother you a bit that his job seeped into his family. Being social and appearing at all of this nonsense was now your job, too. At least you enjoyed getting dressed up, but lipstick could only make an evening so exciting.
Both annoyed and bored already, you set about finding yourself another drink. This dinner party was a bigger one, meaning it was harder to avoid socializing. Around every corner, it seemed someone was waiting to make small talk.
Your search for the bar was interrupted by none other than your father. He approached you with a man that you’d never seen before.
“Ah, there you are! Orson, this is my daughter.” Your father smiled.
“Pleasure,” The man, Orson, apparently, made no attempt at sincerity in his voice.
You immediately noticed two things about him. First, his eyes were bright blue, shockingly bright. Second, his outfit was absolutely ridiculous.
He was wearing a typical white uniform, with not only a cape but also a sash. The cape was one thing, ridiculous enough on its own and completely unnecessary. But the sash? Who did this guy think he was?
It screamed asshole. Attention seeker. Know-it-all. Prick.
“Director Krennic here is the leader of the project I’m joining,” Your father continued.
“Yes, we've been working together for a bit now. Although I do hope your team is prepared to keep up in these next phases,” Krennic said, remaining blatantly insincere. “ I’m not one to leave people behind, but the Emperor’s wishes must be fulfilled with the utmost haste, don’t you think?”
It took you a moment to realize that he was speaking to you, because you weren’t really listening to what he was saying. You were fascinated by his mannerisms, the way his mouth moved when he spoke, the glint in his bright eyes. He was by far the most interesting person you’d had to talk to at an event like this, and quickly the most irritating. The most irritating part was the fact that you found him attractive.
Your father answered for you. “I’m perfectly capable of running my team to a capacity suitable for the Emperor. “ He sounded agitated, but not surprised by Krennic’s comment, like this was not the first time they'd been through this.
“Of course you are, of course. However, I am capable of running the entire project, including your team.” Krennic smiled with no warmth whatsoever.
What a dick.
“Will you excuse me?” You really had no interest in watching them bicker over work that you didn’t understand or care about. You’d gathered what you needed to from that interaction: Director Orson Krennic was self-righteous, overdressed, and unfortunately, captivating. He was handsome, powerful, and there was something about his arrogance that drew you in. There was a challenge there, a dare almost.
You left them both, in need of a drink now more than ever. You could swear you felt his eyes on you as you left, causing heat to bloom in your cheeks.
You turned a corner, and there it was, the bar. Finally.
You ordered something quickly, not really caring what it was, just wanting it fast. Those blue eyes were burned into your mind. You needed something else to think about.
The bartender handed over your cocktail, and you gulped half of it, wanting the alcohol to get to work as quickly as possible. You were not about to spend the rest of the night thinking about Orson Krennic and his stupid fucking sash.
As if on command, he appeared. He slid next to you, cape swishing. You tried not to roll your eyes.
“Why’d you leave me with your father?” He asked. “I already have to deal with him all day. He's not the most conversational.”
You snorted. “Why do you think I ran over here?”
“You could’ve told me this is where you were going, I would’ve run with you.” His eyes, somehow bluer than you even remembered, met yours. He didn’t look away.
You felt yourself blush. “Careful,” You warned. “Too many people see you talking to me alone, and he might get wind of it.”
“And would that,” He paused, eyes still trained on yours. “Bother him?” The faintest smirk danced across his lips. Your eyes darted to it and lingered there, which he definitely caught. Damn it. He leaned on the bar, folding his hands in front of him. They were big. Strong looking. You wanted them on you.
“Oh, definitely. This is risky, what you’re doing here." You smiled, suddenly closer to him. The space between you seemed to have closed in. You did not intend to start openly flirting with this man, but here you were. Batting your eyelashes and everything. At the prick in the cape. There was a danger in the tension between you, intoxicating you, stealing your breath from your chest and reason from your head.
His eyes darkened, the bright blue turning stormy suddenly. You couldn’t look away. It felt like they had sucked you into their whirlpool, like you could never swim away from the blue depths. “Would you like to take a walk?” He asked. His voice was low, growly, thick with the insinuations that accompanied his question. You knew what he wanted.
You wanted it too, against your better judgment.
“Don't think I'm not onto the ulterior motive here," You said. You want to fuck me to make my father mad.
“Can’t a respectable gentleman ask a lady to take a walk?”
Respectable. You scoffed at that.
“Are you sure you don’t have another reason?” You challenged.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He wasn’t even trying to conceal the smug look on his face. He knew you were onto him. He knew that you liked it too. Asshole . “I have something to show you. It’s better than sticking around with this crowd, I promise.” The glint in his eye was completely untrustworthy, but you found yourself unable to care.
“Fine then,” You downed the rest of your drink and turned to leave with him. He slid an arm behind you to guide you away, hand resting on the small of your back. To your dismay, the contact made heat stir in your core.
He led you down a hallway, away from the main party. He seemed to know where he was going.
“Have you been to this house before?” You asked.
“Unfortunately, many times.” He said. He watched you while you walked together. The tension between you from the bar had turned to electricity, sparking where his hand rested on you. “The parties are never any less dull, I’m afraid.” You giggled at that, and he smiled a bit, making you blush.
“We’ve arrived,” He announced, presenting you with a closed door. You’d barely left the party, only around one corner really. Not much of a scenic tour.
“This looks like a closet,” You narrowed your eyes. “This is what you had to show me?”
He opened the door, gesturing for you to go inside. The room was completely dark. “Ladies first.”
Oh, what the hell. You stepped inside, Krennic following. He closed the door behind him.
The dim overhead light came on in the tiny space. Shelves lined two opposing walls, leaving barely enough room for the two of you to stand without being completely pressed together. You were inches apart.
“Are we really-” You began, but his mouth was on yours in an instant. His kiss was overpowering, leaving you no room to do much but let him do it. His tongue parted your lips, exploring your mouth. Big hands groped you, grabbing at your tits, your hips. He backed you toward the wall, practically devouring you. He even kissed like an asshole , and it turned you on.
You hiked a leg around him, pulling his body flush to yours. You could feel that he was hard already, the bulge in his pants providing much-needed friction as you pulled him closer. Your hands found his hair and he groaned, a low, growly sound that made your pussy clench.
Still, people could walk by just outside the door . “We need to be quiet,” You panted.
He pulled away from you slightly, just far enough that you could see the bright blue of his eyes in the dim room. He was panting too, hair disheveled. His face was covered in your lipstick. “Oh, do we?” He feigned. He was smirking.
“You’re a dick, you know.” You whispered. “If we’re not quiet and quick, someone will definitely know we’re in here.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” He practically purred. One of his hands slid between you, hiking your dress up, finding your damp core. He pushed your panties aside.
Experienced fingers brushed your clit, eliciting a gasp from you. You bit your lip to keep quiet as he toyed with you, his fingertips deftly swiping at and circling the bundle of nerves. He was too good at this and was working you up far too quickly. His touch sent jolts of pleasure through you.
His mouth found yours again, swallowing your gaps and whines. He nipped and sucked at your bottom lip. His other hand groped your tits roughly as his fingers continued working you.
It was getting difficult to keep your mouth shut, and as the pressure and pleasure continued building, it was growing harder to stay standing upright. You were soaked too, for sure.
His eyes remained fixed on you. They were darkened, like they were by the bar, clouded with need. You tried your best to match his gaze, to fire back your own stare, but it was getting harder as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.
He seemed to pick up on your attempt at resistance and applied more pressure to your clit, making you squirm. You tried to double down, to meet his stare again, but you were close to crumbling, and he knew it.
“Just give it to me already,” He growled. “You know you want to.”
“Asshole,” You breathed, but it was too late. He circled your clit once more and you were done for. Your knees went weak as your orgasm ripped through you. You bit your lip hard enough to draw a little blood, trying to stay silent. You hummed and whined but stayed pretty quiet, all things considered. He worked you through it, continuing to touch you until you were twitching.
Krennic surged forward and captured your mouth again, licking at your lip where it was bleeding. The heat in your core was quickly returning. You wanted more, body once again betraying your mind. You knew enough time had passed that it was nearly time for dinner. People would surely have noticed your absence soon. “They’re going to be waiting for us to eat. We should go back...”
Suddenly, you were being flipped around to face the wall. “They can wait.”
Big hands grabbed your hips and yanked them backward, your ass colliding with his crotch. He pushed you forward, your hands planting flat against the wall. He ground himself against you once more, groaning.
“Would you get on with it!” You snapped, whisper-shouting. Your impatience was half due to the circumstances and half due to your growing desire for him to be inside of you.
He chuckled, hiking your skirt up to your waist. You heard him unzipping several layers of his uniform to free himself. One hand pushed on your lower back, making you arch even further as his other hand lined his cock up to your entrance.
"You're awfully soaked for someone in a hurry." He teased.
Even though you couldn't see it, you could nearly feel the smug look on his face. The lilt in his voice told you all that you needed to know. He was enjoying this far too much.
You huffed, but before a comeback left your lips, he pushed himself all the way in with one smooth thrust. His cock filled you completely, stretching your walls wide. You tried your hardest not to cry out, biting your lip to keep yourself quiet. Krennic’s body covered yours now, chest pressed against your back. His cape draped over the sides of you both, caging you in.
His pace was immediately unforgiving. He gave you no time to adjust to the sudden fullness, the sudden relief of being filled.
He fucked you punishingly, mercilessly, like he was trying to drown himself inside you.
His hands were everywhere. Your back, your shoulders, groping at your tits for purchase. The sounds filling the closet were obscene. With every thrust, you could hear how wet you were, accompanied by your own gasps and the sound of your bodies hitting the wall repeatedly. The shelves shook, rattling cleaning supplies.
Everything about it was brutal, but it felt so fucking good. His cock fit inside of you perfectly, hitting every nerve inside of you, making it really difficult to stay quiet.
You couldn’t help but let out a small moan as his mouth found your neck, kissing, sucking, biting. It wasn’t affectionate, it was aggressive. You could feel him smile, feel his hot breath against your bare skin. Teeth, tongue, lips- from your shoulder to your neck, to just below your ear. The dual stimulation made your body feel like it was burning from the inside, building up quickly again. You were panting, gasping, trying and failing to just remain silent.
He planted one of his hands on the wall next to yours, shifting the angle of his hips. His cock was now directly hitting the spot inside of you that made you see stars with every thrust. You weren’t sure how much longer you could take it.
As if he could read your mind, His other hand wound itself into your hair and pulled. The fistful of hair gave him the leverage to pull you away from the wall, making your back arch painfully backward. It hurt, but you moaned, the combined sensations lighting your every nerve on fire. It was a loud, full, involuntary moan.
Krennic paused. “I thought we were being quiet?” He purred, his words low and slow, right in your ear. His hot breath made you shiver.
Without warning, he shoved you forward again into the wall, only this time, your hands weren’t quick enough to get in front of you. The hand in your hair pressed you forward, the side of your face and your chest smushed against the wall. His hips snapped up against yours, burying himself as deep as possible. It wasn't comfortable, being pressed into like this, but his cock felt so good inside of you that it didn't matter. You moaned again, feeling yourself getting dangerously close to cumming. It was louder than you should have been, but you couldn't find it in you to care anymore. All you could focus on was him. He was overwhelming your senses, enveloping you completely.
The shelves shook harder as he pounded you into the wall. Something toppled off one of them with a crash. You didn't care. You couldn't care. His cock was splitting you open and he was pulling your hair so tightly. You didn't even care that your face was smashed against the wall. The overwhelming presence of him inside of you, on top of you, surrounding you, drowned out everything else.
“I knew you’d like it like this,” He groaned. “That's it, let them hear you.”
His lips found your neck again, sucking a spot right at the soft juncture above your collarbone. It was all too much. His mouth, the vice grip in your hair, his cock practically abusing your pussy. His body covered yours, chest pressed against your back. It was everything and yet not enough. He was everywhere, overpowering your senses, yet you needed more. You wanted as much of him as you could get.
You were so fucking close. His tongue ran over the now sore spot on your neck right as his cock rammed into you and that was it. You came hard, body convulsing. You knew it was loud. Too loud.
Since you were only being held up by his hand pressing you into the wall, you thought you were going to collapse. Your hands flew behind you, blindly searching for anything to grab, Anything to ground yourself, to hold onto for dear life as you came. In the space between your bodies, your hands found purchase on something, a piece of fabric, part of his uniform, that you could wrap your fingers around as your knees went weak. It felt like something with more texture than his shirt or cape. Whatever it was, it kept you from completely falling down.
Oh my god. It was his sash. His fucking sash. You clung to his sash as you came. The very symbol of his arrogance was what your hands found as he made you convulse on his cock.
He gave you no moment of recovery, chasing his own release, which seemed to be rapidly approaching. You were still overstimulated from your own orgasm, and your body felt like it was jelly. His hips snapped into yours with brutal force. His pace became erratic, frantic. You kept clinging to his sash, just to have something to hold onto while he used you.
"I knew you'd be able to take it...I knew you'd need this..." He rambled. "...Had to have you... Had to-"
The hand in your hair left as he used it to pull out. You whined, feeling suddenly very empty. He pumped his fist only a few times before he was moaning, painting your ass with his cum. He stayed bent over you, his arm on the wall for support. You were both panting and sweaty. You stayed that way for a few moments, mutually recovering.
You had to stand up, reorient yourself, or you'd surely fall over. And the cum on your ass was drying. “Are you gonna wipe that off?” You asked.
Pulling your dress back down over it was his response. Lovely .
You stood back up fully on wobbly legs. You righted the top of your dress, tried to smooth your hair back down, and wiped the lipstick from your face. When you looked up, Krennic had done the same, refastening his uniform and fixing his hair. You felt like he cleaned back up unfairly easily compared to you.
There was, however, still some of your lipstick lingering on him. You’d gotten some on his collar, somehow, and there was a smear on his chin. You kept that information to yourself. He left you with the cum, it was the least you could do as a little bit of payback.
You left the closet. Nobody was in the hallway, thankfully.
The lipstick was more obvious in the brighter light, and his hair actually was disheveled. You felt a weird pride in having messed him up a little. Best of all, his sash was wrinkled. You crumpled it pretty badly when you grabbed it. Another victory.
“I think we should go back in separately.” You suggested.
“Oh, yes, probably best.” He agreed, but it was entirely insincere. You knew he wanted everyone to know, he’d made that clear enough. But you wanted to go home, not back into the party. You weren’t as brave about the consequences as he was.
“I do hope you’re at the next one of these,” He said, smiling slightly. “I can be much more insufferable, since you seem to like it.”
“I don’t doubt it.” You said, watching him turn and leave back down the hallway toward the party. You went the opposite direction, toward where you’d left your purse and the door. You could tell your father that you didn't feel well and had to leave.
As you sat in the speeder taking you home, you pulled out a compact mirror from your purse to see how bad you looked.
As expected, your hair was messed up, but not awfully. You’d gotten most of the lipstick off, and your eye makeup actually looked fine. Tilting the mirror, however, revealed several bruises blooming on your neck. That bastard gave you hickies, which you would now need to hide over the next few days to avoid giving an explanation to your father. He definitely did it on purpose.
With a sweater or something, you would be presentable enough to go back into the party, but you were happy with your choice to go home. You weren’t sure how you’d be able to eat dinner while avoiding the bright blue eyes of the man who’d just made you cum against a wall. He’d better not be at any more of these events anytime soon, otherwise you'd be in a heap of trouble.
Andor s2 e6 "What a Festive Evening" left me thinking that Krennic really needs some arm candy at these events. What happens if that arm candy decides to have some fun with it? How far can she push him?
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It was a party not unlike many that you two had been to. You loved accompanying him to things like this. Showing up on Director Krennic’s arm turned heads. He exuded power and you exuded elegance, together, you always made for a striking couple.
Davo Sculdun put on an elaborate evening. The party swirled with the higher-ups of Coruscant. Politicians, businessmen, aristocrats, the usual. Krennic had been invited to view Sculdun’s private collection of antiques. When you arrived, Krennic led you to the coat check. Not for him, of course, his cape would remain on. You, however, had a cloak covering your outfit, which was a surprise for Krennic. You undid the fastener and handed it to the clerk. When you turned back to face Krennic, delight filled you as you saw that your plan had worked. His eyes had turned hungry. You watched them scan you, slowly, top to bottom. He pursed his lips. Yes, this was what you wanted.
The gown was revealing, but classy. You’d found it at a vintage shop, and the collector told you that it was purchased from the estate of the late Senator Amidala. The gown was black and made of something like satin. It had long sleeves and a mock turtleneck top that ended just below your breasts and was completely backless. The skirt sat low on your hips and fell gently down to pool at your feet, with a slit nearly all the way up the side. It had hard edges and angles, cut to show off the soft curve of your back and hips. You knew he’d like it.
A few drinks, some meaningless chatting, and the evening was going as usual. The only thing different was the energy around Krennic. His eyes found yours constantly, whether you were next to him or across the room. He seemed to be vibrating with energy. He never said a word about the dress, but the effect it was having on him was clear. There was a lull in the conversation you were in, and you took the opportunity to excuse yourself and join Krennic as he spoke with some Imperial officers. You needed a chance to reveal your second surprise. He finished their conversation quickly, wondering what you wanted. You pulled him aside, behind a column, tucked away from the party.
“What is it?” He seemed annoyed, yet his eyes couldn’t help but scan over the expanse of bare skin in front of him. Your breath mingled in the tight corner.
You smiled, devious, and took his hand in yours. You led it up your thigh, gently parting the fabric of your skirt. “Do you not like my gown?”
“Is that what we’re calling it?”
His hand reached its destination. There was nothing between his fingers and your pussy. You had been bare under the skirt all night. His eyes snapped to yours.
“Darling,” He breathed. His gaze was heavy with lust. This was exactly the reaction you wanted. With any luck, he’d throw you over his shoulder and march right home and fuck you for the rest of the night. His mouth grazed your ear, making you shiver. You loved how quickly you could turn him on, how easily he slipped into an animal when you were around. “I’m going to-”
Sculdun entered the room, bringing attention to himself and silencing the chatter. He announced that it was time for the private tour of his collection. Krennic removed his hand from your skirt. The need in his eyes was replaced with clear frustration. He was clearly frustrated by the interruption, but the glare he shot you as he righted his uniform and turned to follow Sculdun made your knees weak. He was frustrated with you, too. You sent him off to listen to the man ramble about antiques with a hard-on. You got him all worked up, and now he had to go play nice with Mon Mothma of all people. It sent a thrill through you. This wasn’t your intention; you’d forgotten about the tour. You honestly meant for him to discover your panty-less state and then want to leave the party. But this was so much better. Now, you had him mad. You had the upper hand, temporarily. And your insides turned with both nerves and desire for when he got the chance to take it back.
After about 30 minutes, the group emerged from the gallery. You’d been engaging in mindless chatter with the other girlfriends, wives, and consorts, waiting anxiously for him to return. You couldn’t wait to tease him further.
Krennic marched directly to you after bidding farewell to Sculdun and his wife. He grabbed your wrist, hard enough that you let out an Ow under your breath. He began to march you both toward the door, practically dragging you away from the party. Your feet scurried to catch up to his pace. People were pausing mid-sentence to stare as he took you outside, eyes locked forward.
“But my coat!” You complain half-heartedly. You knew he’d buy you another.
He dropped your wrist, waving down a taxi. A driver quickly pulled a speeder up. Krennic gestured for you to step inside.
“But we were having such a good timeeeee,” you whine. His gaze snapped to yours, and the blue in his eyes turned to ice.
You know that look. That don’t fucking push it look. The way his frown grows tight while his eyes go stern. It sent a thrill straight through you. There was a danger there, in the icy blue depths. It surged like rough waters, beckoning you in. You knew you should be scared, but it only made you bolder. The ability to have this effect on a man so powerful was intoxicating. The slightest smirk graced your lips. Krennic’s eyes caught it instantly. Now you’d done it.
He snapped his fingers and pointed to the speeder, his eyes narrowing as if to say now. His cape flared out sideways as his arm extended. It was how one would instruct a misbehaving animal. The snap, the sharpness of the gesture, the promise of punishment in his gaze.
Now, honestly, a tiny bit frightened but thrilled nonetheless, you obeyed. After all, getting him home was your end goal.
Krennic joined you in the backseat. The party was soon behind you, blending in with the rest of the city lights. You wondered about the guests who had seen what had just happened. What would they think, seeing him snap his fingers at you like that? And the way you instantly scurried into obeying. You felt your face flush, unable to resist smiling to yourself at the thought.
“I’m not sure what you have to be smug about,” Krennic spoke quietly into your ear. His hot breath on your neck made you shiver. “The way I see it, you’re in no place to be smiling about anything.”
You stared forward, face hot. You’d barely opened your mouth to respond when gloved fingers pinched your chin, turning your face toward his. His grip was as firm as his gaze.
“Not a word from you until we’re home,” He ordered. You nodded, trying not to melt in his grip. He released your chin, settling his hands back into his lap.
It wasn’t long before you arrived at his Coruscant residence. The taxi had pulled away for mere seconds before a gloved hand was around your neck. Krennic stepped toward you, hand remaining on your throat. He wasn’t squeezing, just keeping it there. You stepped backward, and he stepped closer still, backing you against the wall. The back of your head collided with it harder than you would've preferred, but you couldn’t think about that because suddenly his body was so close to yours. He placed his other hand against the wall beside you, caging you there with his form. The grip on your neck tightened slightly.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done?” All you could do was whine in response. It was becoming harder and harder to access the bravery from before. Teasing and witty responses were much easier when he didn’t have you pressed against the wall like this. You decided to switch strategies.
“I needed you.” You gave him your best wide-eyed, pleading stare.
“Don’t act innocent now,” He warned. “You knew exactly what you were doing.” His face and body were so close to yours. So close yet not giving any relief. You strained, trying to reach his mouth with yours, but to no avail. The hand on your throat pushed you back to the wall.
“That’s not how this is going to work, darling.” He looked smug, but the shadow in his eyes remained. The hand not around your neck slid up your thigh, parting the fabric of your dress. He knew from earlier that no panties would be in his way. His fingers gently parted your folds, scooping up some of your wetness. “I knew you’d be soaked.” His touch was so light, it did nothing but make you more needy. His fingers barely grazed your clit. “Desperate little thing like you can’t help it.”
You shifted your hips, trying desperately for any extra friction. He removed his hand immediately, showing you the shiny evidence of your arousal on his gloved fingers.
“Open,” He ordered. Even in this compromising position, you couldn’t help but be a little cheeky yourself. If he gets to play, so do you. So, while you complied, you also stuck your tongue out as you opened your mouth wide, giving him your biggest doe eyes. Two fingers plunged mercilessly into your mouth. You closed your lips around them, doing your best to put on a show of cleaning them. The tangy taste of yourself mixed with the leather of his gloves only egged you on. You had a thing for his gloves, and he knew it. The smug look on his face was proof.
“Bite,” He commanded, and you knew what he meant. You bit down on the bit of fabric at the tip of his fingers, allowing him to pull his hand from the glove, leaving it hanging from your mouth empty. “You look very pretty like that, pet.”
You felt your cheeks burn at the praise. You could only imagine how you looked, pinned to the wall by your throat with a glove hanging from your teeth. He held out his hand expectantly, and you dropped the glove into it.
“You can behave.” He feigned amazement. The hand around your throat shifted to grip your chin. His eyes met yours, harsh and bright, bright blue. His face was so close. Your lip trembled.
He surged forward, capturing your lips with his. It was possessive, forceful. The grip on your chin grew painful as he slid his tongue into your mouth. God, could this man kiss. He kissed you like a man possessed. Slowly and quickly, gently and roughly. Pain mixed with pleasure as he gripped your jaw, nipped at your bottom lip. The relief was overwhelming, but still, you wanted more. Your hands wound their way into his hair, nails scratching slightly on the back of his head, like you knew he liked. The action was rewarded as he groaned into your mouth, pressing his entire weight into you. You could feel his hardness through the layers of his clothes. He was pressing it into you, his kisses getting hungrier and hungrier.
He pulled away, breathing heavily. He released his grip on your face, stepping back. He looked like a madman, like a hunter out for blood. Hair disheveled, uniform wrinkled, your lipstick painting his face, pupils blown wide. “Take that excuse for a dress off and get on the bed.”
You complied quickly, feeling like you might explode with need. The cool sheets were a relief when you climbed onto them, your skin hot.
“On all fours.” He stood next to the bed, still completely clothes except now without gloves and boots. You positioned yourself near the edge of the bed, ass in the air.
Warm hands roamed over your ass and thighs, squeezing and kneading the lflesh. He purposefully avoided your pussy, making you nearly mad with need. You whined and arched your back, desperate for him to touch you. He chuckled.
You couldn’t see him very well over your shoulder, but you felt the bed shift as he put a knee on it for balance. His fingers parted your folds. You could feel his breath against you, and it took all of your will not to rock back against his face. He stayed there for a moment, testing your patience.
Suddenly, his hot tongue licked a broad stiripe up from your leaking entrance to your clit. You gasped. You could swear he smiled at your reaction.
He repeated the motion before plunging two fingers into you, his tongue working small movements on your clit. The stretch was delightful, but you needed more. You moaned and panted as he worked you, scissoring his fingers to open you wide. His tongue worked in perfect tandem with his hand, as he applied varying pressure to your clit. He was working you up to a quick orgasm. It snuck up on you, from a night’s worth of teasing. Your breath was short, and your moans turned to babble as you got close.
“Please, please, please,” You begged. His fingers and tongue both increased in speed. He knew you were close. So close. And then he stopped.
The disappointed noise that left your mouth was entirely involuntary. Damn him. You should’ve known he wouldn't let you off that easily.
“Poor thing,” He mused. “See how it feels? Not very nice to work someone up and not follow through.”
And then his fingers were inside you again. You moaned, relieved and wanting simultaneously. His work was relentless, fingers fucking you as deeply as possible and curling just right to make your eyes roll back.
“I think you can handle more,” He said as he added a third finger. The stretch burned, but you loved it. His tongue resumed it’s ministrations, working your clit with expertise.
“I bet you wanted me to do this at the party.” You could only moan in response, the pleasure in your core building. “I think you wanted me to stuff you full with my fingers right there in front of everyone.”
You were getting close again, walls clenching around his fingers. Maybe this time he would let you. He sucked on your clit, eliciting a near scream from you as pleasure racked through your body. You were going to cum, any second. It was so close.
And so he stopped. The wicked man.
“You’re acting pathetic, pet, really.” You felt like you might cry from frustration. You cursed, and he chuckled. He flipped you over onto your back, climbing on the bed atop you. He remained fully clothed, meaning his cape draped over his soldiers and nearly enclosed the two of you. His face was shiny with your juices.
“Had enough?” You nodded, although you could tell from his expression that he was far from done with you. He freed his cock from his uniform and it sprang out, fully hard and an angry red. He pressed a kiss right between your breasts before rocking back onto his heels. He looked at you, open legs, panting beneath him, with a predatory gaze. The anger from earlier was gone, replaced with blatant need. You thought you might melt under his stare.
He rubbed the head of his cock against your folds. You gasped when it bumped your clit, the contact far too brief. He repeated the motion agonizingly slowly. You whined.
His eyes found yours again. You must have looked pathetic, looking up at him with pleading eyes on the verge of tears from how badly you wanted it.
“What has it been? 24 hours since I fucked you? If even?” He rubbed his cock through your folds again. You shifted your hips, desperate for any further friction. “Ah ah,” He scolded, placing the hand not holding his cock firmly on your stomach, pressing you flat against the bed. For a man known for his short temper at work, he seemed to have an infinite pool of patience when it came to driving you mad. “Desperate little thing,” He tutted. “One of these days, pet, you’ll learn that patience is rewarded.”
You whined again, hips trying and failing to move. You needed more, needed him. Your could feel that you were soaked, growing more desperate every time his cock bumped your clit. “Please,” you managed, trying your hardest not to cry. Tears welled in your eyes, but you held onto them.
“I’m not sure,” He said, his voice cold. He pulled his cock away, feigning disinterest. You thought you might sob. “I don’t think you deserve anything after the way you behaved tonight, pet.”
“Please,” You begged. “Please fuck me. I need it. I need you.” You sounded pathetic, but you didn’t care.
“Oh, you know I love the begging,” He smirked. He lined his cock up with your entrace. “You need to be taught your lesson still, though.” He pushed in, cock stretching you open wide. It felt so good, so right to have him inside of you. The stretch was delightful. He filled you perfectly, hitting your walls in just the right places.
He gave you no moment to adjust. His hips slammed into yours, setting a brutal pace. His cape flowed with the motion. His hands gripped your hips with a bruising strength.
“This is what you needed, hmm?” His words were accentuated with particularly hard, slower thrusts.
“Yes,” You moaned, practically beside yourself. “Needed it so bad.”
“Needy, desperate, little pet, hmm?” His cock was hitting the spot inside of you that made you see stars. You must’ve clenched around him because a low moan left his lips. His hand snaked it way between you, finding your clit.
Your eyes rolled back. The combination of his cock and his fingers on your clit was unbearable. You were suddenly so close to cumming again.
“Please,” You nearly cried. “Please let me.”
He was relentless. His hips slammed into yours with enough force that your body was moving up and down against the sheets with every thrust. His fingers worked your clit fast. Yet, his expression remained unchanged. Entirely unsympathetic.
“I don’t think you deserve to,” He slowed his movements. Giving you both a break from the stimulation and a maddening distance from cumming once again. God, he could be mean. It was, unfortunately, incredibly attractive. He continued thrusting into you, but slower. His cock slid in and out of you maddeningly. He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in, giving your walls no reprieve from being stretched.
You made desperate, pleading, pathetic noises as he worked you. Tears welled in your eyes. You wanted to cum so badly. You wanted to be good for him.
“Please, please,” As you begged, the dam broke. Tears streamed down your face. “I’ll be good. I promise I will-”
Something in his eyes softened. Not out of kindness, something else. The part of him that liked to break things. His hand cupped your face, thumb brushing away a falling tear. You involuntarily nuzzled into the gesture.
“There’s my good girl.” He praised. “Come on darling, cum for me.” He looked at you in that moment as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Breaking you to this point was all it took.
His other hand touched your clit for less than a moment before you were cumming, tears streaming down your face, walls clenching his cock. Before you had recovered, Krennic scooped your hips up off the bed, giving himself a better angle to drill into you. Your body, now having released it’s tension, was pliant, taking the force of his cock as his hips slammed into you. You loved this part, when you were tired from cumming and crying and the world remained hazy while he had his way with you. It felt so good, so right to be drunk on his cock like this, watching his brow furrow as his thrusts grew sloppy. His hands gripped your hair, your breasts, anywhere he could. His mouth sucked a mark into your neck. He bit and licked the spot, ensuring the bruise would stay.
“Gonna cum in you, pet,” He growled. “Fill you up…”
“Please,” You sobbed. “Please fill me up. Please , I’m yours.”
His thrusts turned messy, frantic, almost. “Tell me that again. You know who you belong to?”
“You,” You sniffled. “I belong to you.” And that was it.
A low moan left his lips as his cock twitched inside of you, painting your walls with hot cum. You couldn’t help but notice how pretty he looked like this, hair disheveled, forehead shining, mouth open ever so slightly. You whine when he pulls out, suddenly feeling very empty. He smiled at this, an affectionate smile. He left and quickly returned with a cloth, gently reducing the mess on your thighs. Finished, he climbed onto the bed next to your limp self. You turned on your side to face him. His bright blue eyes were the softest they had been all night. He brushed your hair from your face, placing a kiss on your forehead and pulling you into his arms. You settle there, face against his chest.
“Have you learned your lesson, darling?”
You nod, despite the smile you’re burying in the fine silver hair on his chest. You definitely did not. If this was what happened when you bought a vintage gown, he’d better be ready for the next party.
quick but big (42cm x 59,4cm) watercolor test of ren. tried out sgraffito for the first time and liked it a lot! bleach & saltwater tricks didn’t work out like i would’ve wanted them to though.
I don't know where they slept on Kamino (I know now :3 Thank you everyone! :D) but I remember this. So even if I'm wrong, the point doesn't change x)
Crosshair drapes that hole where the bed comes out of and hangs out there.
been missing portrait practice LIKE WOW // saw the reference // heard the lyrics:
And how many times can a man turn his head
And pretend that he just doesn’t see
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