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You knew that, realistically, it was a bad idea to daydream in First Order meetings. Rarely did they ever happen, and usually were extremely important.
But god, were they boring, like drop-dead-in-your-seat boring, listening to old men’s voices bouncing off the empty black room, going on and on.
Who could blame you if you had watched the officers around you, eyes searching for anything out of order.
And who could blame you if in one particularly boring meeting you had watched Commander Ren, letting your mind run wild to entertain yourself.
You had trailed your eyes up and down him, wondering what he looked like under all that, the material hugging him tight enough to figure out the general shape, the curve of his pecs through the plush black fabric, the cinch of his waist with a belt. The skin of large hands hidden behind smooth leather gloves. Large skilful, powerful hands, of which you saw many lives ended using, and you wondered how much of your neck would be covered by just one, how tight he would squeeze, where he would grab, how the leather would feel against you. Eyeless helmet looking down at you, watching your every reaction, words of praise buzzed deep through the mask.
So caught up in your own little world you forget he was a force user.
So now here you were, sat in General Hux’s office, waiting for a meeting about your “conduct around superior officers.” As Kylo had said through the low drone of his helmet. Worst part is, he had said nothing when you were thinking about him, it was only when the General stood at the front, and your mind trailed onto him, then Kylo had a problem. He had snapped his fingers in front of your face, leather barely making an audible noise.
It’s not like you were thinking about anything particularly interesting about the pasty ginger, only wondering if the curtains matched the drapes, before snapping it out of your head because of course they do , what other colour would they be? It’s not your fault your mind wanted to think about what was next to the proverbial curtains. And when you thought about if his eyes would fog with tears when he finished, that's when Ren decided he had enough.
That's also when you remembered he could see the same things you were. When it hit you, you snorted at the ridiculousness of the situation, desperately trying to hide your embarrassment by stooping your head low, facing the black polished surface of the table.
''Is there an issue?'' Hux sneered, unamused.
''I will be having words with our captain after the meeting.'' Kylo spoke.
Kylo has killed for less, you thought, maybe your cause of death will be your dirty mind. What a way to go.
He did stop you after the meeting, although you had tried to speed past him, and steered you to Hux’s office, mentioning that you needed to work on your concentration, before shutting you inside, leaving you alone.
You spun around in the plush leather wheely chair, waiting for either one of your superiors to walk in. Hux's office was a warm grey, welcome respite compared to the entirely black interior customary for first order ships. It was relatively cramped considering he was the general of the First Order. The desk was polished, as everything was, and generally empty, aside from a few scary looking knick-knacks and neatly stacked paperwork. His chair was plush black leather with an absurdly tall back, no doubt to make him seem more imposing. There was a slider door depressed into the wall behind, you could assume it led to the rest of his quarters, probably just as empty and cold as his office.
The general was a closed man, little to be said about him. He watched his inferior officers like a hawk, unmoving sneer on his face. He barked commands so efficiently it made you ache, brain spinning with ideas of how he would command you. Or maybe he’d be the opposite behind closed doors? Would he let you take over, making your superior follow your every command? How would he whine and beg and...
And these thoughts are exactly why you’re in his office, maybe you did have a problem.
Footsteps came down the corridor, and a sense of dread washed over you, ready for the embarrassment of facing the two most powerful men in the galaxy. At least you won’t be alone with your thoughts.
The slider opened behind you, and you couldn’t bring yourself to turn and face whoever was entering. Judging by the quiet bickering, it was the both of them, arguing about who was to enter first. You let out a snort through your nose, this whole situation was starting to get even more ridiculous.
Hux came into view, rounding the desk to his chair, he looked somewhat embarrassed, combing his fingers through his lightly-gelled hair as he sat.
“Captain.” His green eyes pierced you.
“General.” You fought a smirk.
Ren came to stand close behind you, hearing light breathing buzzing through his voice piece.
“Oh, I forgot to bring in another chair.” Hux mocked through his teeth, glaring up at Kylo through his copper eyebrows.
“Captain, I assume you know why you’re here.” He turned his eyes back to you, harsh expression softening when he was no longer facing Kylo.
“Yea, I do,” Pouting your lips to hide a smile. “Do you?”
Considering you were about to receive the most embarrassing talk anyone has ever had, you felt confident. Perhaps the reality hasn’t sunk in yet.
“No, actually.” Hux straightened in his chair.
Kylo moved from behind you, rounded the desk, brought his boot up, and pushed Hux’s wheely-chair out of the way by the armrests, making him spin away.
“Lack of concentration in meetings. You let your mind wander.” Ren lent over the desk, the eyeless helmet staring into your soul once again. “Those kinds of images, I should have you written up for insubordination.”
Hux looked beyond pissed, but his expression changed upon Kylo’s statement. He wheeled himself to the corner of the desk again.
“Images?”
Kylo didn’t move, and you held his stare, strange confidence still running through you.
“I fail to see how this meeting was necessary Ren, hardly worth punishing an officer for not paying attention.”
“Use your head!” Kylo snapped.
“Too embarrassed to say it?” You cut in.
“Sexual imagery!” He said quickly.
You laughed, coming out in a solid “ha!” Before leaning your head back to cackle at your commanders embarrassment.
Hux’s lip twitched, threatening to form a smile at Kylo’s embarrassment as well.
“For God’s sake Ren, you’re wasting my time with this?” He flattened his face again, collected as always. “You may have all the time in the world to do as you please, but I’m busy.”
Kylo swept his head between the two of you, seemingly lost for words.
“She was thinking about you too, you know, not that I see why.”
Hux’s brow twitched curiously, before he hummed, unamused.
“You jealous, Commander?” You challenged.
“I’d remind you to watch your tone.” He challenged.
“I couldn’t be in worse shit than I am now.” You huffed.
“Sure you could.” Rens hand itched for his saber tucked on his belt, and Huxs face soured in response.
“Enough! You can’t just kill people because you thought you saw them having… fantasies! If it means so much to you, I’ll write her up, but get out of my office.” He pulled at his collar. “Your presence is making me uncomfortable.”
Kylo loomed over him, Huxs face being eye level with his hips.
“Thought i saw? Thought?!”
Mmm angry tension. Those two should really just-
“She’s doing it again!”
Huxs face sank into his hands, long nimble fingers rubbing at his brows.
“Don’t you dare start thinking about his fingers!”
You snorted.
“You are so jealous! You only ever seem to have a problem when it’s about him!”
“How could that wiry little man possibly be more attractive to you than me?!”
“Maybe because you’re wearing an ugly mask or maybe it’s because you’re throwing a temper tantrum-“
“Enough!” Hux cut you off.
The silence was deadly, aside from the clutching of Kylos leather gloves.
Hux stood, his pristine heeled boots tapping on the floor as he walked closer to you. His hand came to your face, brushing the loose strands behind your ears.
“Hmm, I can see why Ren has worked himself into a tizzy over you,” His green eyes bore into yours. “You are quite pretty.”
Damn, you scorned as your core throbbed.
It’s a shame those two fight so much, just imagine the possibilities, the three of you in this tight little office.
Kylos mask hummed, louder than usual, before it came apart, revealing his face.
This was the first time you’d ever seen his face, not that he was ashamed of it or anything, he just preferred wearing it around lower officers to make him seem spookier than he really is.
His face was strong and handsome, plump lips and soft eyes, not necessarily being what you had pictured. His stark black hair fell into his eyes, oiled and messy, and he watched you carefully through the strands covering his vision.
Hux tilted your face back to him, thumb on your chin to make you look up into his eyes.
Without a word between them, you could still feel the sour, competitive energy in the air. It sparked interest in your mind, how far could you take this? How much could you twist this ridiculous situation to end in your victory?
It’s not like either of them was hopelessly in love with you, and was willing to fight the other for your own love in return, they were willing to fight for you just to prove who’s better. A battle of childish masculinity that could only truly end in your favour.
“Very well then. Ren, leave my office and I shall give our captain the punishment she so clearly deserves.” Huxs pink lips almost formed a smirk, a slight twitch that threatened to crack, enjoying your attention on him.
“Like hell.” Kylos raw voice, without the gentle buzzing of the helmet almost surprised you. Softer, yet just as deep.
He came over, and spun your chair towards him, placing both hands on either arm rest, leaning close to your face.
“You wouldn’t know how to properly punish someone.” His brown eyes traced your face before looking up to Hux, no doubt to gauge his reaction.
Lucky lucky me, was all that repeated in your head, your fingers itching with anticipation.
Hux turned the chair back to him, knocking Kylo over in the process.
Really it should be my choice , you thought, but I’m getting what I want either way . Both would be nice though , you shivered at the thought, before catching yourself. God this dry spell has me thinking crazy.
“Both?” Kylo spoke behind you, soft and terribly confused.
“You want both?” Hux seemed quick to catch on. “My, your appetite must be nothing short of… voracious.” His thin fingers came to the top of your uniform, idly playing with the zipper. You sucked a quiet breath in, but it was so loud in the silence between the three of you.
“But I doubt that man-child can be so agreeable.”
Wow, Hux was sexy. You thought he’d be stiff and awkward, but he was smooth as all hell. The way he spoke, the way his gaze traveled down you, the way his hands moved ever so slowly, making your heart thump in complete awe.
Kylo came from the back of the chair, and was now standing to the side of it, grabbing your cheeks with his thumb and his fingers, and bringing your lips to his.
It made you jump to say the least, making you gasp into it, but he didn’t seem in the slightest fazed, his plump lips were chapped, yet still soft.
Your mind buzzed, words echoed through.
Don’t think about him when I’m right here.
“Brash, Ren. Ever heard of taking it slow?” Hux tutted, as he zipped down your uniform. “I guess you will get what you want after all, Captain,” He undid your buttons carefully, caring for your mandated uniform, before tracing a finger over the top of your bra, to the strap, flicking in down. “Lucky you.”
He moved in closer, leaning over you until his crotch was almost at Kylos head, not that he cared. He was kissing you like a starved man, messy and gluttonous, as Hux unhooked your bra and pushed it past your shoulders, throwing it onto Kylos back.
He broke contact with your lips for a second, giving you some desperate breaths while he took a suspicious look at Hux, before coming back in. He grabbed your hand closest to him, bringing it under his long vest, and to his dick through his trousers. You could feel the warm outline of it as you palmed it, and he hissed lightly against your lips.
Hux took a gentle handful of your breasts, in a way that felt like an examination, seemingly not quite fully comfortable with touching you as Kylo was. You gave him some silent encouragement, by arching your back into his hand, and he took it well, rubbing a thumb over your hard nipples.
Kylo was getting bigger with your touch, and the stutter of his hips soon became him practically humping your hand.
Hux came to his knees and fiddled with the levers under the chair, making the back tilt, at a comfortable 45 degrees, from his knelt position, he undid your trousers, lifting you gently up from the chair to get them off your hips.
At the same time, Kylo was undoing his own trousers, hand finding the back of your head to push his flushed tip to your lips. You took it eagerly, swirling your tongue around it, and licking the dripping slit. He bit off one of his gloves, throwing it in Huxs face with a soft smack, before tangling his fingers in your hair, petting it softly as you worked further down the length.
A little nose exhale came from down between your legs and your gaze lowered.
“These are cute.” You tried to see what he was talking about without breaking contact with Kylos dick. His fingers were in the waistband of your panties, a pink and white striped thong, with a little bow on the front.
“Not really a part of your uniform however, I think I’ll take these.” He pulled them down with the same kindness he treated your trousers, and gently pushed your thighs apart, pocketing your panties with his free hand.
When his breath fanned your core, you finally realised what he was doing.
You moved away from Kylos dick, it leaving your mouth with a lewd pop.
“No, don’t!” You stared at Hux from between your thighs, his fingernails digging into soft flesh.
“I’ll do as I like, this is your punishment after all.”
You paused, for once unsure of what to say. Hell if the general of the first order wanted to get on his knees and eat you out, that was his business.
“This is supposed to be a punishment , remember? This isn’t about her.” Kylo was still brushing your hair with his fingers as you both looked at Hux kneeling on the floor.
“Who says this isn’t a punishment?”
“For you maybe.”
“Of course someone as childish as you would say that, you’ll see when I have her screaming.”
Usually you would have cringed at a man making such a claim, but Hux left you no time to think, and backed up his claim almost immediately, making you instinctively clench your thighs together.
For a wimpy little shit, Hux was far stronger than you, instead, you grabbed at his hair, and the slick back style that he was so clearly proud of, was ruined.
When you tugged on his scalp, he made a quiet groan against your clit, eyes locking with yours as he worked.
I’ll give you a second to enjoy this view. Kylos voice heavy in your mind.
And it was a hot ass view. Hux really had some good puppy eyes.
Kylo hummed in agreement, and turned your head back to him, pressing his tip against your swollen lips again, letting you take it in your own time.
You were started to get the punishment part of this after a while.
Huxs movements were delightfully torturous, leaving you no time to even think about controlling your breathing on your Commanders dick, the lack of oxygen starting to make you feel dizzy, which only made this harder. This barrage on your senses was starting to make it impossible to focus on anything, aside from the familiar building feeling around your clit.
Kylo pulled his dick away from you, giving you a second to breathe before you came, hard and fast, Kylo sensing it coming before even you did.
You spoke breathlessly, gentle moans just about coming from your exhausted lungs.
“Mmn! Fuck!” You gasped. He was still going, working on your clit just as tenaciously as when he had just started.
Kylo stroked his length in the corner of your darkening vision, watching you and Hux intensely. Your back arched, your thighs tried to come together, hell you even try to pull him by the hair away from you, but he was unrelenting, his nails digging even sharper into the fat of your thighs, a kind reminder to not interrupt.
Look at me . Kylos voice in your mind again, probably too close to finishing to even speak with the way his chest was shaking.
Use your hand .
You followed weakly, Huxs movement sapping the energy from your entire body.
His length was slicked with your spit and precum as you worked your wrist at the base. Now you could finally get a good look at it, it wasn’t necessarily long, but it was certainly thick, thick enough to make you wonder how you fit that much in your mouth in the first place.
Hux had finally started to let down his brutal pace, massaging the indent of his nails on your skin, before coming away entirely, his face red and lips slick, the cool air of the office hitting your swollen clit.
Both of Kylos hands were tangled in your hair as he watched you, brows twisting together, teeth nipping at his top lip.
It wasn’t long before a spurt of cum hit your cheek, another one on your lip, one coating the bridge of your nose, and the last few were on your tongue.
Hux pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped around his lips, collected and nonchalant like he had just eaten fucking lunch.
He stood, and came to you, wiping Kylos cum from your face. You closed your mouth, bringing the rest of his spend in with your tongue. You swallowed it quickly, not wanting to even try to taste him.
Hux smoothed your cheek with his thumb, and leant in for a kiss. His lips felt significantly more unsure than Kylos, but you helped him along eagerly. His arms hooked underneath you, lifting you from where you half-lay, and bringing you into his chest. He turned towards to the door you saw earlier.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Kylo spoke.
“I’m not going to fuck her in a chair, I’m not an animal like you.”
Fuck, your heart and something else thumped at the same time. You breathed him in as your head was in the crook of his neck, a manly perfumed scent, professional yet still intoxicating. Only something such a well groomed man would smell like. “Join or don’t, Ren, I don’t care.”
The door fshhed open, showing a similar warm grey interior, however it was slightly bigger than the office, with the king sized bed directly opposite the door.
He lay you down on the centre of the bed, kicked off his boots, and climbed over you, trailing touches over your hips, bringing his clothed crotch to your naked pussy, his hips moving against yours, letting you feel his excitement. And excited he was, his dick was stiff as a rod, his eyes fluttering shut when it made contact with you.
Taking this moment of his unawareness to your advantage, you started to undo his shirt, and he grabbed your hand quickly. He smiled sweetly, but shook his head no.
“He’s embarrassed of his weak little body.” Kylos voice from the armchair in the corner of the room made you both jump.
It was a cozy little nook, with a tall bookshelf, a leather armchair, and a small table, topped with a decanter.
“Whatever.” Hux scoffed and let your hand go, watching it trail in between the two of you, fingers latching on his belt. You sprung him free from the waistband of his underwear, his tip red and glistening with precum, his shaft leaning to the left, and the reason why you were here in the first place, his neatly trimmed ginger happy trail.
“Happy with your guess?” Kylo had poured himself a glass of, no doubt, expensive alcohol, and was sipping as he watched.
You laughed.
“Definitely happy.”
Huxs cheeks had warmed pink as he looked down at you, watching you give his length a few encouraging strokes before bringing it to your pussy.
Huxs eyes shut tightly, and his teeth formed into a snarl, grabbing your hips like a vice to push you further onto him.
He hissed when your back arched, hunching over you to grab your tits, and no doubt to cover Kylos view from the corner.
A clink of a glass being set down, then boots on the floor, stepping closer.
“This is all cute and all, but it’s not a punishment either.” Kylo was undoing his vest, flexing his thick muscles as he moved. “Lift her up.”
“No, boots-” Hux paused, fighting back a groan. “No boots on my bed.” He panted, eyes not leaving you. He followed his order as Kylo took off his boots, lifting you onto his hips, giving Kylo space to press his bare chest against your back.
Hux whimpered as you were fully seated on his dick, head falling into your shoulder, and Kylos hands were on your waist, directly above Huxs hands on your hips.
You were fully trapped between the two men, Huxs clothed chest pressed against your bare tits, and Kylos sturdy chest pressed against your back.
A hand slipped between you and Hux, travelling down your legs, to your hole, where a finger pressed in, making you yelp as it stung from being stretched. Hux didn’t slow down his pace, and instead his cheeks got redder, looking down at Kylos finger that was rubbing against his dick.
It stung like hell, leaving you hissing, and trying to relax your muscles was an impossible task when you were trying to keep upright.
Kylo noticed, and pulled you back into him, where he was leaning on the leather headboard of the bed, allowing you some comfort.
Now, Hux was over you again, with Kylos arms wrapped around you tight, one hand gripping your flesh, the other working another finger into you.
Huxs brows were almost stuck together, his teeth snarled as he let out the smallest moans, rutting inside you and against the knuckles of Kylos fingers. Strands of copper locks had fallen into his eyes, moving as he breathed. You watched in delight at his expressions of pleasure, giving Kylo a distraction to add another finger.
Three fingers.
You fully leant your weight into him now, not being able to support yourself anymore. His head was nestled in your shoulders, breaths tickling your ear, you could feel his hard dick against your spine, hot and thick, sending shockwaves down your bones.
Do you think you can take it?
Three fingers would usually be plenty, but Kylo was thick, and you’d never taken two at once before.
Four it is then.
The fourth left you yelping behind your teeth, grabbing at Huxs shirt for any kind of anchor. He leant in and kissed you, sloppy from both of you as you panted and whimpered in each others mouths.
His mouth trailed down your neck, leaving little nibbles of his front teeth along your skin.
“You can take it, can’t you?” He whispered to you.
You tried to speak, but out came a whine instead. You nod your head.
Hux looked up at Kylo, who took his fingers out of you in response. You weren’t ready, not truly, but fuck, the idea of having two of them at the same time was so hot, you could worry about the pain later.
Kylos tip prodded against you and the base of Huxs length. Hux took your hand from his uniform and laced his fingers with yours, letting you squeeze as much as you needed to. You slapped a hand over your mouth, although you’re not sure any sound would have come from it anyway, as Kylo ever so excruciatingly slowly pushed into you, before roughly pushing the rest in with a grunt.
“That’s it, good girl.” Huxs voice soft against the valley of your breasts.
“What a slut.” Kylo laughed.
Hux had kept a steady pace so far, but Kylo had come in with a brutal pace right off the bat, which Hux was both pleased and displeased with, feeling their cocks move against each other made him clench his eyes shut, however their competitive nature would not stop no matter the situation. Hux picked up his speed to match, leaving you chocking for air, squeezing his hand as hard as you could, biting your lip to stop yourself from screaming.
It hadn’t been long, but fuck you were already so close, clenching and gasping, tears welling in your eyes as you let the men do as they pleased.
Your face ached, your brows furrowed down, eyes clamped shut and your jaw firmed, every part of your body was stiff to the point where it felt like it was cramping. You had to relax, squeezing your hole only made it more painful for yourself, but you just couldn’t, every part of you was bracing for an orgasm that was so close, so painfully, frustratingly close. Shivering and squirming, grasping onto Kylos thigh, nails dragging nasty red lines over his flesh, squeezing Huxs hand in yours, bones pressing together painfully.
Everything was too much, far too much for you to take, but fuck did it feel good. Punishing and torturous, but you couldn’t get enough. Your brain was pounding like a drum, vision filled with spots. It was like the rest of your body was shutting down, leaving you to only focus on the way their dicks felt, moving at an irregular rhythm, Huxs left curve pressing into your right wall, and Kylos pressing up into the back.
Hux had already been screwing you before Kylo joined, and by the way he shivered and whimpered, it meant that he must be close soon.
Hux looks like he’s been at his limit for a while, cheeks flushed red, eyes glassy, and his lip wet with blood from biting at it. Kylo was thrusting far sloppier than before, but still tried to make it seem like he wasn’t done yet.
These assholes wouldn’t finish until the other one did.
“You-“ You moaned sweetly. “-jerks!”
Kylos chest vibrated with a soft chuckle, and Hux let out an exhale with a smile.
You had been so close for so long that it really felt like you were gonna break, like a thread being pulled taut. You wanted to argue, call them stupid childish dickwads, but you couldn’t even call words to your throat.
You unhooked your fingers from Kylo’s thigh, and slapped your hand over your mouth. He grabbed it, pulling it above your head, not allowing you the dignity of covering your noises.
“Let me hear you.”
A choked moan, caught in your throat, a gasp, before a perfectly whorish moan came from you, moaning between breathless gasps for air, the feeling felt like it would never end, sending shocks all through your muscles. Kylo let your hand go to clamp his hands over your hips, giving a few last shaky, yet deep thrusts into you. Hux fell forward, teeth searching for any soft part of your skin they could sink into, before pulling his dick out of you, and pressing it between the lower part of your stomach and his hand, fucking himself against you, teeth clamping harder as a few hot spurts shot across your stomach.
“Mmn! Captain!” He moaned ever so deliciously in your ear, something that would put a whore to shame.
Kylo pulled out after, rubbing his dick in between your folds, his tip hitting your swollen clit so good, before he finished too, his cum decorating your pubic mound and Huxs stomach. He looked at it incredulously, and swiped some with his fingers, popping them into your eager mouth, before kissing you, tongue swirling against yours as the tangy taste of cum entered your mouth.
“I hope you learnt your lesson, Captain, I’m sure you don’t wish to be punished again.” Was the last thing Hux said before they both left, the door clicking behind them, leaving you locked in the Generals room, huddled naked into his sheets.