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It has been three weeks. There is almost no doubt in your mind that Commander Ren is behind the teasing in public and countless orgasms caused by an invisible presence invading your personal quarters. There was simply no other person that was force-sensitive on the ship, and there was no other otherworldly explanation for the experiences you were having. Your suspicions were only further spurred on when the pressure around you and your lower extremities seemed to increase when you occupied the same room as him. The only thing that seemed to confuse you was that he has never even acknowledged you. It's as if you do not even exist to him.
You've kept yourself up at night, pushing yourself to confront the commander. Fear has kept you back all this time; the thought of confronting the commander with the question of whether he was pleasuring you through the force this whole time terrifies you. The thought of being wrong and getting promptly killed by him for even insinuating the idea that he would do such a thing scares you even more.
And yet, you are on your third week of torture, and you simply cannot take it anymore. This has gone on for far too long and you were starting to get suspicious looks from fellow coworkers as well as your superiors for your strange behavior. You lay in bed, in the middle of the night, breathing heavily from your last orgasm caused by your mysterious force friend. This time the presence was really not giving you a break, instead continuing to prod at your throbbing cunt and suck on your perky breasts.
You force yourself to get out of bed and put on a pair of proper clothes before heading out the door. You shakily begin your trek to the commander's quarters. After navigating the maze that was The Supremacy, you find yourself arriving at your desired destination. It's at this point that you're nearly a bundled-up mess again, your thighs trembling and knees knocked together as you knock on the door. You were fortunate that this was at a late enough hour that most workers were off duty.
You half expected the door to never open, indicating that the commander either did not hear you, did hear you but did not care, or was simply not present. You did not expect the door to glide open, revealing the towering figure that was Kylo Ren. He was fully clothed and masked, and his hands were balled up in fists at his sides.
If you weren't in such a delirious horny state, you would've taken his stance as a very clear sign to turn around and run. Clearly he must've been upset that you, some unimportant underling, have interrupted his sleep. If he wasn't, he was surely going to be upset at the words you were going to say next.
"Please... make it stop..."
The words tumble out of your mouth gracelessly, falling in between half-moans and shaky pants that come from you trying to hold yourself together while your aching pussy is assaulted. If you had half a brain right now, you'd be dying inside, knowing that you were in front of the commander in such a state. Still, you persist.
"I know it's you... i-it- ah! -it has to be!"
The desperation in your voice increases as the fingers taunting you continue, ramping you up close to another orgasm. "There i-is... n-no other force user...please, i-t's too much..."
You sounded absolutely pathetic right now, completely at the commander's mercy. You were leaning against the side of the wall, half-bent over as you clench your thighs together and grip your knees. You knew you were done for. All you thought at this point was that if he was to kill you at this very moment, that at least your suffering would finally end.
You can imagine your own surprise when you were not met with the red-hot searing slash of a lightsaber. Instead, you are met with fingers. Real, gloved fingers. Pressing against your clothed pussy.
The invisible pressure and sensation that you were feeling immediately dissipate. However, instead of sighing with relief, you feel yourself jump on end, letting out a very audible moan. The force fucking seemed to go away but the real sensation of actual fingers against you sent electricity through your entire body.
You open your eyes to see that the commander was suddenly towering over you, enclosing you in his large form. His fingers were definitely on your pussy right now. You felt intimidated and extremely turned on.
"Strange little thing. Enduring all of that torture for weeks."
He curls a single finger; the warm leather brushes up against your clit. Your body seems to sing, embracing the real touch of something after weeks of invisible torture. You tense up and your breath hitches in your throat. So you were right?
His finger agonizingly slowly rubs against the outer lips of your pussy, through your clothes. A part of you is frustrated that his force fingers seemed to tear you open wide and turn you into a wreck, but his real fingers were slow. So agonizingly slow.
It didn't help that you were so close to cumming beforehand. What a fucking tease.
He suddenly grips your neck and you squeak, half surprised and half terrified. The adrenaline in your body only calms down half a notch when you realize that the pressure he was applying to your neck wasn't lethal, just... firm. Holding you there against the wall and reminding you further of his presence. You hear his voice rumble deep behind his mask again, ever-so-slightly distorted. “Do not forget that I can hear what you do not say.”
Shit .
It slipped your mind that force users could very much read the thoughts of those around them. You need to be careful.
You resist the urge to buck yourself against his hand; you want so much more than what he was doing right now. He’s been ravaging you from the inside out through the force for weeks, so anything slower felt like literal torture. You’d probably be better off actually being tortured by now instead of enduring this. You found it hard to speak, given the pressure he was putting on your throat. So instead, you decide to beg in your mind. Your eyes meet his mask and you beg, you plead , you mentally ask him for more. To your surprise, Commander Ren seems to oblige. You feel his hand come up and slip under your clothes, moving past your waistline and dipping underneath your underwear. He lets his gloved hand reach your soaking wet cunt, rubbing his two fingers between your slick folds. You squirm underneath him, a desperate whine somehow escaping your mouth.
He continues his slow pace, but the feeling of his gloved fingers, real gloved fingers against you felt better than anything you could have imagined. You still felt strung up, needy for more, but his gentle pace almost in a way calmed you. It confused you, too; you did not expect Commander Ren, one of the most terrifying people in the galaxy, to be so unimaginably gentle when it came to pleasure. You found your mind wandering to other places, wondering how he was in bed. You underneath him, legs locked around his hips. Would he take you gently? Would he pepper your body with kisses while he let every slow thrust hit all the right spots?
Your thoughts are immediately cut off though when he suddenly roughly shoves two of his fingers inside you. You cry out, thanking the stars immediately after that nobody else was in the hall. You swear you could hear some sort of strange noise, maybe a chuckle? It sounded like a chuckle came from the commander’s mask.
“How unbelievably dirty… you’re wanting me to fuck you and make you cum right in the hallway of my quarters.” He curls a digit, rubbing it against your inner walls. You squirm more against him, another strangled moan escaping your throat. “What if someone walked by and saw? What would they think?”
His thumb comes up to press against your clit before it starts rubbing in circles, keeping a steady rhythm with his two fingers inside you. You could feel yourself involuntarily buck your hips against his hand this time. Commander Ren pushes himself further against you, boxing you in. “ Oh you like that idea, don’t you? ”
You couldn’t deny it; you knew he could read your mind. Of course you didn’t want to get caught, have your career and possibly your life on the line, but you could not deny that the idea was arousing. The thought of being found, hand-fucked to orgasm by none other than the commander of the First Order, sent a chill down your spine.
It seems that Commander Ren has decided to give you what you want now, though at the price of your dignity. He speeds up the actions of his fingers, the two digits roughly pumping in and out of you now while his thumb works magic on your clit. He lets go of your neck, allowing you to breathe better, but with that comes the uncontrollable strings of moans, whines and whimpers that escape your mouth. You swear you could hear him breathing heavier behind his mask, but you couldn’t tell for sure.
“I want to hear you make noise. I’m going to make you scream so loud that the entire ship will hear you.”
And so he did; the commander kept to his word. A third finger finds its way in you and he presses more against your clit, the sensitive bud throbbing in pleasure. Your orgasm comes quicker than you could even prepare for, because one second you’re moaning and bucking against his hand, and the next you’re literally screaming out to the stars, vision blurred with white.
After a few unimaginably blissful moments, you feel yourself come down from your high, finally being able to hear your own heavy pants. Commander Ren pulls away from you, his fingers that were so intent on making you cum were now completely absent from your pussy. You try your best not to collapse on the ground, absolutely exhausted. Your knees buckle and you brace yourself against the wall, still trying to catch your breath.
What the commander did next will probably be burned in your mind forever.
He brings his gloved hand up to his mask, looking at the leathery digits that were now shiny and slick with your juices. He stays like that for a moment before his other hand reaches for the latch on his mask. You hear a gentle hiss followed by a click. Commander Ren brings up his mask, but only a little; you could only see his velvety-soft lips and the slightest hint of his nose peeking out. He brings his fingers up to his mouth and sucks on them . He tastes them, tastes you , swirling his tongue around his fingers for a brief moment before his mask is right back on. He heads back to the door of his quarters, seemingly finished playing with you. Before he enters his room though, he turns back to you.
“Don’t get caught.”
He turns back into his room with a silent swish of his cape and suddenly he’s gone. You’re left alone in the hallway, a complete and utter mess. You quietly sprinted back to your quarters, running probably faster than you ever have in your entire life.
You lay back in your bed, staring at the ceiling with wide eyes. What the fuck was that?
You’re alerted when you hear your datapad make a noise. Checking it, you see that you had received two new messages, private messages from Commander Ren.
Come to my quarters tomorrow night.
I’m not done with you yet.
Oh stars.