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You open your eyes to the sight of your childhood bedroom. Soft quilted sheets cover your form, offsetting the incoming sunlight streaming from your window. Bugs trilled outside, buzzing filling your room as a natural morning alarm. You groan, rubbing your eyes as you shuffle yourself out of bed. Your stomach growled at the future prospect of breakfast. With a sheet wrapped around your sleepy self, you shuffle your way into the kitchen.
You smell the familiar scent of morning breakfast the second you hit the hallway, welcoming you to a plate set aside for you. Your mother wasn’t there.
Letting out another yawn, you plop yourself down on one of the wooden chairs and dig in. Off in the nearby distance, in another room, the familiar tink, tink, tink… sound of your mother at work bounced off the walls. Everything felt warm and pleasant. A peaceful start to your morning.
You perk up when you hear a muffled noise from a few rooms over. It sounded like your mother calling your name. Voice hoarse with sleep, you respond, “Yeah?”
She calls your name again, though it sounded more muffled. You respond again, projecting your voice a little louder. Again, still muffled. Frustrated, you stand back up, shuffling towards the hallway. The metallic sounds of her tools grew louder, and louder, until…
You wake up, back on the Supremacy. In your personal quarters. What once felt like warm sunlight gently prickling across your skin was now replaced with the sterile, frigid atmosphere that gave you goosebumps. Your mother’s working sounds gave way to the gentle, ever-present hum of the massive ship.
You let out a long sigh, staring up at the blank ceiling above you. Why did you dream of home? You haven’t dreamt of Scaidu in years.
You shake it off, forcing yourself out of bed as your alarm system suddenly starts beeping, reminding you of your busy schedule ahead of the day. You dismiss it and shuffle yourself to your bathroom.
After a quick shower and freshen-up of your face, you reach for your uniform and finish preparing yourself for the day. You’re actually a few minutes behind schedule, so instead of pouring your freshly brewed coffee into a cup, you slosh the mixture into one of your takeout cups and rush yourself out the door. Despite the change in atmosphere feeling like you were just dunked in a tub of cold water, you were still struggling to wake up. Thank the stars for caffeine.
A few more smaller-level meetings for the day, ones that were filled with pompous First Order officials that acted as if they shat liquid gold. It made your skin crawl and sometimes you would really have to fight keeping your face neutral as you record the minutes. You speak less often in these meetings, but more so from the fact that there was so little to even contribute. You found yourself shaking your head internally with some of these meetings being more than hour-long petty squabbles between a few officers, or an insubordinate stormtrooper and their superior. Truly, could this have not been handled over an email?
You end the day with a mission briefing with Commander Ren. Finally, something that actually warranted some attention. You mull over your own thoughts on today’s briefing in your head, swiping through a few notes as you attempt to connect the dots of a plan yourself.
The meeting goes smoothly. The other officials in the room seemed to be getting more used to you speaking out with your own thoughts, allowing you to incorporate your own ideas into the overall plan. While no outspoken praise has been said, you could feel a change in the overall tone of the meetings when you were around.
The meeting adjourns and just as you had likely expected, Commander Ren lets you leave first before following behind. He says to you in a quieter tone, one that almost sounds garbled through his voice modulator. “Meet me at my quarters.”
You nod, a quick “Of course, commander,” slipping through your lips as you head in the direction of Kylo Ren’s quarters.
You reach the commander’s door, greeted by a silent opening that beckons you inside. You step forward and are met with Commander Ren’s figure facing you. He was sitting in a chair, masked face resting on his hand. You step further in, letting the door slide shut behind you.
Before you could get a word in, Commander Ren’s voice bursts through his voice modulator.
“Tell me what you know of the force.”
The force? That’s… an unexpected question. You blink a few times, taken off-guard by his demand. You open your mouth, mind racking what you knew of the ancient, mysterious phenomenon.
“...Well, I know that it’s old. Been around forever. It’s typically utilized by force users, either jedi or sith. It can be used to connect with the universe around them on a deeper level, more-so than other beings. It can be used mentally for mind control, mind reading, and coercion. It can be used physically as well, for all sorts of ways that can physically manipulate another person.”
Kylo Ren’s hand tilts to the side. You couldn’t see his facial expression, but you could just feel that he somehow felt impatient.
“In what ways can the force be physically used on a person?”
Brief memories of Commander Ren’s invisible fingers toying with your clit and stretching you wide open flash through your mind, causing your cheeks to flush red. You hesitate.
“W-well… it can be used to place pressure on somebody’s windpipe, effectively choking them out. It can also be used to throw people back…” You pause for a moment, ears burning hot with embarrassment. “...A-and it can be used… for sexual pleasure.”
You hear a garbled noise come from the commander’s helmet, what you could almost assume was a butchered chuckle. “You seem to know a lot about the force’s capabilities.”
Kylo Ren reaches a hand out, and all of a sudden, you feel yourself being pushed forwards towards the man, feet effortlessly gliding across the ground. Your eyes widen, heartbeat beginning to race and heat starting to pool between your thighs.
“How about I show you more of what the force can do.”
An invisible pressure pushes itself down on your shoulders, forcing yourself to your knees. You’re lined right up with the commander’s crotch, his legs spread wide open for you. You tentatively reach a hand out to touch his clothed thigh, allowing it to slowly trace over his covered bulge. Stars, he was hard.
Commander Ren takes a hold of your chin, roughly grabbing it and jerking it up to look at him. His fingers soothingly rub at your cheek. The smell of soft leather begins to overwhelm your senses.
“Such a pretty mouth. I need to see what it can do.”
He pushes you closer, face colliding against his straining erection. Your heart beats even faster, thighs clenching together below you. You reach your hand up to the fastener, trying to keep your nervous hands from shaking. A couple moments of brief struggling occurs before Commander Ren’s cock springs free, throbbing freely in the air. You swallow, mouth dry as you stare. You’ve had your first time with the commander, and you’ve had your fair share of fun on your end, but you’ve never given a blowjob before. And his size was quite intimidating.
You take a small breath, mentally preparing yourself. You let your hand rest at the base, grabbing around his girth with a small squeeze. You bring your lips up to his tip, softly kissing the small bead of precum leaking out.
Commander Ren hisses, hands clenching against the sides of his chair. Clearly he was trying to show some restraint. You start with a few more soft kisses, tongue flatly pressing against the head of his cock. Once you muster enough courage, you take him in slowly, tongue curled around his shaft.
Another garbled noise comes from Kylo Ren’s mask, this one sounding more like a groan. His hand heads to your hair, fingers rubbing gently against your scalp. You hum in approval, something that makes his cock throb in your mouth. You try to push yourself further down, restricting your breathing to your nostrils as to try and not gag. It’s difficult, but with enough willpower you manage to get close enough down to his base.
You slowly pull yourself back, pulling away for a moment to leave a string of saliva connecting the head of his cock with your mouth. You go back in, though this time you notice a ghostly touch against your inner thigh. Then a brief passing touch against your clit.
You hum against Commander Ren’s cock again, your legs squirming underneath at the sudden interaction. You force yourself to begin a pace, supplementing whatever amount of his cock you couldn’t fit in your mouth with pumps from your fist. Another groan escapes Kylo Ren’s throat and the ghostly touches become full on fingers opening you up. Your legs instinctively part, begging for more.
“That’s right…”
It comes out quiet, heavily distorted from the commander’s voice modulator. His hand on the back of your head becomes more rigid, forcing you to keep a pace of sucking his cock. You feel yourself gag when his head hits the back of your throat, causing you to retch, but this seems to further spur him on. You desperately wanted to please him, so you continue your pace.
The commander’s force-conjured fingers continue thrusting themselves into you, stretching you out from the inside before they seemingly disappear for a moment. You almost whine out in disappointment before something much larger appears to prod at your entrance. Without any further resistance, a sort of force-cock thrusts right into you, causing you to stiffen against him. A loud moan escapes your throat, vibrating against Kylo. It’s at this that the commander stands up, a strangled growl escaping from his throat. He begins to thrust into your mouth, catching you off-guard. You simply allow yourself to succumb to his will, allowing him to use your mouth as something to fuck while his force-cock thrusts deep into you. Kylo Ren’s breaths turn heavy and ragged, distorted and crackling from his voice modulator. His cock twitched in the back of your throat; you could tell he was close.
You look back up at the mask, begging him for his finish. He obliges by snapping his hips into your mouth once or twice more before he cums deep down your throat. You flinch in surprise, desperately trying to swallow before your body could further react. After he finishes, he finally lets go of your head, pulling out of your mouth. You cough a few times, jaw sore from use.
“Such an obedient thing.”
You feel a bolt of arousal strike through your body, nerves tingling at the appraisal from your commander. It’s then that you’re reminded of his force manipulation, invisible cock prodding at your entrance once more.
“I’m not finished with you.”
Commander Ren tucks himself back in, standing up fully. His towering figure above you made you tremble in anticipation.
You’re suddenly pushed backwards, back colliding with the floor below. He pushes himself between your legs, looking down at you as you squirm underneath his gaze. He made no move to undress himself, only watch you through his emotionless, terrifying mask as you’re toyed with through his manipulations of the force. You look back up at him, cheeks burning with lust. Somehow the entire situation felt more inappropriate with clothes on.
The invisible cock slides between your folds, causing a strange sensation of wetness that simultaneously stuck to your underwear and the apparition. It penetrates you once more, splitting you wide open with a moan that rips from your chest. You brace yourself against the cold floor below, finding it harder to keep eye contact with the commander’s mask.
His force projection begins a rough rhythm, pumping fast in and out of you while you’re left on the floor to cry out in pleasure. His sensations crawl up from your lower regions, kisses and fingers grabbing skin traveling up your midsection to your breasts. The overstimulation began to swim heavily in the back of your mind. You’ve never experienced something like this before.
Your inevitable orgasm begins to build quick, hot and fast as it warms up your entire body. Your moans become more broken, faster in urgency as you try to warn the commander. He seems to lean further in, boxing you into every essence that was him. You cum hard against his projected cock, thighs clenching in pleasure. Once your interstellar high has ebbed away to the reality of your situation, feelings of the force dissipate slowly from your body. You are left feeling satisfied, but strangely empty.
Commander Ren holds out a hand to you, pulling you back onto your feet. He leads you to the nearby couch, allowing you to recline while he sits on the opposite side.
You settle yourself in, wrapping a nearby blanket around you. The entirety of the Supremacy felt cold, but somehow Kylo’s room always felt even colder. Plus his blankets were so soft. You would want to be the commander of the First Order too if it meant you got the softest blankets and towels and the biggest beds. An errant self-reflective thought drifts through your mind, wondering if all your recent desires stem from getting such poor sleep.
You’re brought back to reality by the commander’s voice.
“What was life like, growing up on Scaidu?”
You feel a warm fuzziness tickle the back of your mind. Ah. The suspected aftertalk. The beginning of a comfortable routine.
“I played outside a lot. The humidity was always a killer, but when you’re a young kid you care less about how gross and sticky you are and care more about the cool rocks you just found. Mom always let me have my fun outside, but when I got older I started having more responsibilities around the house. That’s when the book-keeping started.”
You think back to your early teen years. You had been attending school with the other nearby kids in the village and it was becoming quite apparent how skilled you were at writing. You excelled well above your other peers. If you were in a more fortunate situation, you might’ve gotten noticed by more prestigious opportunities. Those never really did come, though.
“I did a lot of the writing for my mom. She could write too, but I guess I had a way with words. An incredibly accurate and quick-thinking mindset for records, too. I quickly became her assistant in that regard.”
Your voice gets a bit quieter and you look off to the side, out through the viewport.
“When the First Order came about for recruitment, they realized that my intellect was worth more than my physical strength. That’s how I ended up where I am today.”
Kylo Ren stayed silent, observing you. You feel a flush of color rush beneath your cheeks. Minutes before he was force-fucking you to orgasm, and now the commander of the First Order sat across from you, asking for more details about your life while giving none of his own. It was a routine that was becoming more familiar, but you craved more. Your thoughts flit to his bed, wondering how Kylo is when he’s asleep. The thought of his arms wrapping around you tug at the back of your mind, a crave for intimacy you felt you were being closed off from. You hesitate for a moment before speaking again.
“Commander Ren, out of curiosity, what do you think I would want in a relationship?”
The question clearly catches Kylo off-guard. He stiffens in place, position going from guarded to defensive.
A pause ensues before his response crackles out of his helmet.
“Answers from questions that you do not deserve.”
You bristle at his response, facial expression dropping into a frown. Wow. That hurt.
You sigh a breath through your nose, hard stare directed in the commander’s direction. All you craved was more of him and you were beginning to get frustrated that you were being denied over and over, despite opening yourself and your life to him.
“Don’t get me wrong, the… intimacy we have has been amazing, but…” You bite your tongue, trying to choose your words carefully.
“I’d like to have the feeling of a normal relationship, too. At least in some regards. Some sort of equal give and take.” You wave your hand in the air, trying to be half-joking. “Like a box of chocolates every so often would be nice, y’know?”
Your attempted joke at the expense of subverting your real feelings falls flat. Commander Ren sits up straighter, fists balled at his sides.
“This isn’t a normal relationship. I’m not a normal person.”
You feel your heart drop deep into your chest. A complete stone wall, again and again. You felt like you weren’t being listened to. You don’t know why you were suspecting anything different, even if you were being this close with him. You could only come to expect intimacy in the form of sex and some praise and nothing else.
Your facial expression hardens, eyebrows pinched in frustration.
“I know you’re not. Why do you think I’ve been so nervous around you? Why do you think I STILL am? You’re Commander Kylo Ren.”
You stand up, your own fists balled at your sides. Your chest threatens to heave with emotion, to give away your hurt in the form of tears and shaky breath. You head towards the door.
“And I’m just your subordinate.”
With that, you head out the door, refusing to look back at him.
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You reach your quarters, finally allowing the tears to spill out. You feel like you were getting nowhere with Kylo. Stupid stupid feelings.
You force yourself to head to bed, hoping that whatever dreams awaited you in sleep would help quell your worries with Commander Ren.
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The next morning comes quick, quicker than you’d like with a harsh reminder from your set alarm. You dismiss it, blinking a few times before looking at your datapad through blurry, tired and unfocused eyes.
You happen to catch a subject line in your emails, one just sent this morning.
Apparently your shifts for the day have been canceled, fully paid for. That’s… strange. What could have caused that? You decide to not second guess it, thanking the stars that if anything came up saying otherwise, you had a paper trail that entitled you to a day off. Maybe you’ll take the time to catch up on that space drama you’ve been watching in-between your self-appointed study sessions. You lazily slide yourself out of bed, shuffling towards your coffee maker. As you reach for your premade coffee pod, you blink slowly in surprise.
On your counter sat a box of chocolates.