#orson krennic x reader

[anundyingfidelity]

one of my favorite genres is reader x alien/god/foreign villain-like character who has a big ego, wants power and recognition but for some reason (or punishment) has to be sent to the human world and learn to be humble with the reader's help while falling in love with them.

[my-head-is-an-animal]

It's Not A Game If It's Real

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Orson Krennic x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut

Chapter 2

Orson watched you carefully, that perfume you wore was unmistakable, he’d spent the better part of an evening inhaling it like it was the only breathable air in the room, he wouldn’t mistake it again.

     He’d awoken to find his bed empty, although unsurprised, Orson felt a pang of disappointment, he would have loved the sight of you first thing in the morning, igniting his every sense yet again.

     He stood behind you and saw the small mark peaking just above your collar, the one he had placed there. He hadn’t realised at the time how big it was, but then he was a little distracted.

     Orson could tell that you were mortified, but it was everything in his power to stop himself from laughing. The chances could not have been slimmer that he would ever run into you again. This was just a farce, and one he was enjoying immeasurably.

     The first meeting between the department heads would be a short one, it usually was, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from you. Even without the dress, you were stunning. Your eyes flickered over your work, the way you wetted your lips occasionally, and the professional manner in which you conducted yourself when being spoken to. But always the hint of what was beneath the surface; desire, passion and a wicked playfulness that would disarm any man at every turn.

     Once it was over, he noticed you breathing deeply and steadily. He needed to speak to you sooner rather than later.

     ‘Colonel Sarlin.’ Orson kept his voice steady, trying not to startle you in front of your peers, who were making their way out of the conference room. ‘I read your report on the new weapons system you’re researching. You’re looking into Kyber crystals?’

     You cleared your throat, much to his delight. ‘Yes, sir.’ Keeping it professional while there were still people around was probably a good idea.

     Your whole demeanour was different, the confidence you’d shown the night before was disappearing quickly and Orson didn’t want you to think the worst.

     Finally, everyone was gone and it was just the two of you left.

     ‘Kaida,’ he said gently, feeling himself softening. He suddenly couldn’t help but laugh, easing your tension immediately.

     ‘Well, I’m glad you find this funny.’ You sighed, finally letting go of the professional façade you had. ‘I’m fucking mortified, if I’d known who you were-‘

     ‘You wouldn’t have asked me to fuck you like I meant it?’ Orson tried to stop laughing.

     ‘Oh my god.’ Your hands went straight to your temples.

     Orson only stopped laughing when it was clear you were about to have a full on panic attack.

     ‘Kaida, just breathe.’ He said, with a slightly more serious tone, gently placing his hand on your upper arm. ‘Nice and deep, slowly. Just breathe. Everything will be fine.’

     ‘How can you say that?!’ You hissed. ‘I slept with my boss, and we did… oh my god, the things we did.’ You began pacing.

     ‘Tremendously memorable, if you ask me.’

     ‘Well, I’m not asking.’ You hissed again. ‘Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t be talking to you like this. Fuck!’

     Orson leaned back against the table, still smiling at you and thinking this was just hilarious. He let you have a moment to panic before speaking again.

     ‘Would it help if I told you that what we did will not affect your position here?’ He offered. ‘I won’t hold it against you, I won’t treat you any differently or expect anything of you. What I said last night still stands, I will not pressure you into anything you don’t want to do… well, apart from where deadlines are concerned.’

     You shrugged, agreeing that was probably inevitable.

     ‘You feel better now? Or would you like to vent your frustrations another way?’

     Your head snapped around to Orson and he couldn’t deny a part of him was very intimidated.

     ‘I’m joking,’ he said, standing back up straight and almost backing away. ‘I’m joking, obviously.’

     ‘You had better be.’ You said, but once again hated it. ‘Oh god, I should be more respectful than this, I can’t just talk to you like I did last night.’

     ‘Certainly not in front of company… although I seem to remember-‘

     ‘Don’t!’ You snapped, seriously. Orson couldn’t help but laugh, easing your fears once again.

     ‘Okay, I’m sorry. If you’d like we can talk about this, I’m free tonight, if you are?’ He offered, but your suspicious gaze had him realising that the woman he met last night was a rare sight indeed. You just weren’t the confident, sexy, beautiful woman he’d spent hours fucking, at least not all the time, but something inside him wanted to see her again, he wanted to see the beauty you could be. ‘I’m not trying to insinuate anything, I’m not pressuring you into anything, but more suggesting it might be good for us to assess where we are and how we move forward.’

     Orson watched you thinking for a moment, nodding to yourself. ‘Yeah, yeah, I think that’s a good idea.’

     ‘Good.’ Orson gave a brief nod. ‘In that case, good day to you, Colonel Sarlin.’

     ‘And you, Director Krennic.’

     Something about the way you said it had Orson thinking on how much he’d like to hear you whispering it to him whilst in the privacy of his office. How beautiful could he make you feel once again?

---

You managed to find your office and set up your things ready to work on your research into the Kyber crystals.

     There was a lot to do and for the longest time you had been looking forward to impressing your new boss with your findings, but things were… slightly more complicated now.

     You spent most of the day trying not to get distracted.

In your head you kept getting Orson and Director Krennic mixed up. Orson was the man who’d made you feel so beautiful you thought you’d die of too much pleasure. Director Krennic was a man with a reputation for being difficult to please, uptight and not one for dishing out sympathy at the best of times.

     It didn’t seem possible that the man you’d met the previous night was an unreasonable man, however, you barely knew him.

     ‘Colonel Sarlin?’ A voice came from the door.

     ‘Yes?’ You looked up to see the Director himself standing in your doorway.

     You checked the time, having found that it was well into the evening and you’d completely lost track of time.

      ‘Shit!’ You hissed, standing to attention. ‘Apologies, Director, I lost track of time.’

     Orson smirked just a little, stepping all the way into your office and allowing the door to close behind him.

     ‘That’s alright, I’m early anyway.’ He said, his voice hitting that gorgeous depth that had you so sucked in the previous night. ‘You don’t have to stand to attention when we're alone, I’m not going to hold it against you.’ You frowned for a moment. ‘I have to say, I was incredibly impressed with your research, I do hope we can find a proper use for it.’

     ‘Yes, sir.’ You nodded, swallowing nervously. ‘Really?’

     ‘You sound surprised.’

     ‘Well, I… yes, well, no sir.’

     That crystal gaze had you rooted to the spot, unsure of how to present yourself in his presence anymore. You knew Orson could sense your tension as he stepped towards you slowly.

     ‘We should talk more about it tomorrow once you’ve had a chance to rest.’ He spoke quietly, but always with that smirk. ‘For now, why don’t we take this conversation somewhere more private?’ You were about to speak when he held his hand up to stop. ‘My statement still stands, Kaida. I’m not here to make things difficult, but we do need to clear the air and I’d rather do so somewhere we can speak more freely.’

     He was referring to your quarters which had no monitoring devices of any kind, standard for someone in your position. Your office had a camera, but Orson and a couple of security officers were the only ones with access to the feeds. Again, standard.

     ‘Of course, this way.’ You nodded, picking up your datapad and heading through the door that adjoined your office.

     You hadn’t had a chance to unpack yet, having dumped your things in the middle of the floor, and heading straight for the meeting that afternoon. It was sparse and basic, open plan with a small living area and a bed that sat to one side. Your bathroom was the only thing closed off, everything else was basically like a studio flat, but there was something quite charming about it.

     You quickly moved your bags away from the door, bending over and feeling Orson stop before walking into you.

     ‘You should unpack as soon as you can.’ Orson smirked once again, why did he have to look so good when he did that? ‘We find that officers who feel settled in their personal space, settle into their work more easily.’

     ‘I just didn’t have the chance, sir.’ You said, taking a deep breath and stepping into your space that still didn’t quite feel like your own yet.

     ‘Kaida,’ Orson spoke softly behind you. ‘You can drop the “sir” for now. I know that you must feel somewhat embarrassed, maybe even uncomfortable with what happened last night, but your research is the reason you’re here, it’s essential to my latest design, I need you focused on that.’

     ‘I know.’ You found yourself whispering. ‘It’s just that…’

     ‘Please speak freely.’ He coaxed. ‘You weren’t afraid to last night.’

     ‘That was different.’ You turned to face Orson, realising he was much close than you realised, that crystal blue gaze taking all of you in once again. ‘I was just… I didn’t think it would… it was just a game with a stranger.’

     ‘I understand.’ Orson nodded, folding his hands behind his back and taking another step close to you, you could smell the freshly cleaned white uniform he wore. ‘We all need a moment to be our true selves and finding someone to indulge with us is a privilege scarcely earned.’

     ‘But that’s not me.’ You half laughed. ‘I’m not that person. I don’t ask for things like that, it’s just…’

     ‘Selfish?’

     ‘Yes!’

     ‘Kaida,’ it was Orson’s turn to chuckle. ‘You’re allowed to be selfish, especially when playing a game for a night. You wanted to feel how beautiful you are and why shouldn’t you ask for it? As far as you were concerned, I wasn’t anyone important. But please don’t feel embarrassed about any of it. Speaking as the man you met last night, it was my pleasure as much as yours.’

     You watched him for a moment or two, wondering who exactly this man was now. ‘You know they all say you’re uptight.’

     ‘Do they?’ Orson smirked, like he already knew. ‘And what do you think?’

     You thought for a moment. ‘I think the man I met last night… honestly?’

     ‘It would be appreciated.’ Orson nodded.

     ‘When I got back to my room, I thought about how I was glad to have met you.’

     You watched Orson take another step towards you, that smirk of suspicion plain to see. ‘Is that it?’ You frowned. ‘Seems like quite a plain thing to say after the things we did.’

     At least he was still able to make you laugh.

     ‘Kaida,’ he said, gently. ‘Putting our professional positions to one side for a moment… I am glad to have seen that part of you. Something tells me you’re not exactly one for spontaneous nights spent with strangers.’

     ‘No.’ You chuckled. ‘Not at all.’

     Orson nodded, you caught the small bite of his lower lip, before clearing his throat. ‘Well…’ neither of you were quite sure of the end of the sentence, but Orson somehow managed to turn everything around. ‘I will repeat what I said earlier: this won’t compromise your position, it was simply a coincidence and I’m sure we’re grown up enough to put it to one side. Besides, I can’t afford to lose you on this project.’ You frowned again. ‘I told you, the infamous Colonel Sarlin and her Kyber Crystal research is of vital importance. I don’t want to make things awkward for you, so it would be better for us both if we could agree to put everything behind us.’

     ‘Agreed.’ You nodded, smiling. ‘I want to be here and to continue my research. Putting this behind us seems like the most adult thing to do.’

     ‘Good.’ Something about his clenched jaw caught your eye, but you dismissed it as soon as you thought it could be anything other than awkwardness. ‘In that case, I’ll be going. I’ll see you tomorrow at our first briefing?’

     ‘Of course.’

     It was a few seconds before Orson went to leave, but there was still one thing left to say. You stepped closer to stop him from leaving.

     ‘Orson,’ you said, making him turn around. ‘I just… sorry…’

     ‘What is it?’ He asked, gently. ‘You might not get another chance to say it if it’s personal.’ He coaxed you.

     ‘Look, I just wanted to say… on a personal level…’ you could feel the warmth flooding your body once again. ‘Thank you for letting me have a night for myself.’ You swallowed, watching his crystal gaze soften almost entirely. ‘It’s not often I feel particularly beautiful in any sense, so… thank you for bringing that out of me, it meant a lot… even if it was just a game.’

     Orson didn’t take his eyes away from you for a moment, somehow they sucked you in and suddenly you could feel those warm lips pressing against yours once again. He gently sucked your lower lip, making you groan into a deeper kiss. Orson’s hands cradled your face, his fingers sliding gently down your throat, making you gasp out and feel his smile against your mouth.

     Your hands found the buttons of his pristine white uniform and began unbuttoning frantically. Fuck, you wanted to feel that warm skin against yours again.

     Orson helped to shake off his jacket, revealing his bare chest, his hands delving into your hair, unpinning it from the tight bun that was, again, standard for your working life. The second your hair cascaded down, Orson groaned, firmly pinning you to the wall beside your bed. You felt his hips pushing into you slowly, just enough that you could feel him through his trousers.

     You could feel his lean waist under your hands, the softness of his skin, igniting your desires once more.

     Orson suddenly grabbed your wrists, smiling against your lips, he brought them above your head, holding them with one hand and began unbuttoning your own jacket with the other. His mouth moved to your neck, sucking the sensitive skin and gently biting to make you sigh out close to his ear.

     Orson growled into your chest as his mouth began descending down between your breasts, letting your wrists go so that you could feel his skin, his lean body, his soft hair.

     He didn’t wait another moment, stripping your jacket off and throwing it somewhere behind him, before making quick work of your trousers and returning to plant a hungry kiss to your mouth.

     ‘Kaida,’ he gasped. ‘Tell me how you want to be fucked.’

     The request on it’s own was enough to sent hot bolts through your core.

     ‘Right here.’ You needed him. You held onto his shoulders, giving into the deep kiss once again, fuck it was good. ‘Fuck me right here, Orson, please.’

     He let out a dark chuckle and you heard his belt suddenly unbuckling and hitting the floor. Orson brought your leg to sit over his hip, pulling your underwear to one side, and in one gloriously swift motion, he thrust all the way inside of you.

     You head stretched back at the feeling, your back arching as much as the wall behind you would allow for. Orson groan vibrated through your neck as he began gently biting at the sensitive skin, making you cry out with laughter at how good it felt to feel him once again.

     ‘That’s it, darling.’ He growled. ‘Just enjoy it.’

     Orson’s fingers slid between you and found your clit, he knew how to make you come, so there really was nothing left to do but enjoy it. Your nails dug into his shoulders the closer you got to coming, but it only spurred Orson on that much more.

     ‘Come on, darling,’ he panted, his hip thrusting at just the right pace. ‘Let me see how beautiful you really are. Come for me. Just for me.’

     The possession was what struck you down, the idea of existing only to be pleased by a man who clearly loved the way you looked when you came, was to die for.

     ‘Fuck, yes, Orson!’ You cried, holding tighter onto him.

     ‘Good girl.’ He smiled into another firm kiss, but he didn’t stop fucking you, in fact he removed his hand from between your bodies, only to slide it under your other leg and lift you around his waist. ‘God, yes!’ He groaned, kissing and biting your chest and neck. ‘That’s it, darling.’

     ‘God, Orson,’ you panted. ‘Harder, please.’

     He chuckled at you begging for more, but not once did he stop. Orson thrust deeper and firmer, giving you exactly what you asked for, encouraging you to take him for as long as you could.

     ‘Fuck, I’m gonna come, darling.’ Orson finally gasped, his thrusts quicker momentarily before he moaned out your name, saying it over and over again like it was the only thing he knew how to say anymore.

     You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at how good it felt to be a part of him once more.

     Orson allowed you both a moment or two to calm down before the reality of what had happened hit you.

Orson felt you tensing, he gently pulled away from your neck, kissing your temple softly and inhaling deeply.

     ‘It’s just a game, Kaida.’ He whispered. ‘It’s okay to play once in a while.’

     ‘Yeah.’ You panted, still unsure of what exactly possessed you to sleep with your boss again. ‘I don’t suppose the air is that much clearer.’

     Orson chuckled against your hair in a really rather domestic way. ‘No… or yes.’

     ‘What do you mean?’

     Orson gently pulled back a little more. ‘What if…’ his soft gaze traced over your face. ‘What if we keep playing?’ You frowned. ‘We’re adults, we have needs and it seems like we can satisfy them for each other… quite well if you ask me. What if we play this game every once in a while? No one has to know, as long as we maintain professional conduct in front of others. There’s no harm in it.’

     You thought for a moment. ‘The irony of you asking me that whilst you’re still inside me.’ You rolled your eyes, making him laugh.

     Orson eased out of you finally, leaving you feeling a little emptier than before.

     ‘Why don’t you think about it?’ Orson kissed your temple again. ‘There’s no pressure to say yes, but… it could be fun.’

     That smirk. It would get you every time.

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[enaelyork]

Not us here waiting to be fed nsfw Krennic hcs

Absolutely no one wants that. So I'm going to post this like this…Nobody cares about 😉

[Headcanon] - Dating Orson Krennic [nsfw version]

• Everyone seems to agree on the beauty of his eyes. But his lips, his hands, good god, it's the promise of heaven for you.

• Krennic can be tender and cruel at the same time. Sometimes he strokes you for hours, bringing you close to orgasm just by touching you, sometimes when the pressure is too much to handle, he fucks you like he's trying to kill you (or rather kill every possibility that you can get off with someone other than him).

• He likes to hear you beg him to make you cum and would tend to delay the deadline until you go crazy.

• Knowing your fascination for his fingers, he likes to use and abuse them. The last time you toyed with his nerves by flirting with an officer sitting at the same table as you, he slipped those under your dress and stroked you to orgasm. (You justified your condition by an awful calf cramp. Dear…)

• He likes to remind the world that you belong to him, this includes marks on your neck, thighs and entire body.

• Krennic has a weakness for fine lingerie, he completely out of control when you wear a black lace outfit worn in the back by satin threads and a night gown. You know that you absolutely must wear it when he returns from his mission.

• He has sometimes let you control. Allowing you to climb into his lap and tease his lips with your delicious mouth, allowing his hands to explore your thighs and buttocks with ease. But his dominating instinct quickly returns to the charge.

• He loves whispering hot words in your ear as he comes inside you. Covering you with praise with every orgasm he gives you. He doesn't take his eyes off you, capturing every expression that distorts your pretty features as you rock.

• He used the last dress your ex gave you to wipe up the cum he had spilled on your belly. Then ordering you to throw this crap in the trash with all the possibilities that another man can replace him in your life.

• There is nothing more delicious for you than the pleasure it takes when you suck it. You have the feeling that he surrenders completely to you and gives you exceptional control. Nothing is more exciting than that moment when it makes you feel like you're at your mercy (and you love playing it).

• The ISB may have an entire file of all of your sex calls.

• Probably they all know by now that he likes to take you to his office and wants you kneeling on his lap when he gets home.

• You like to taste things out of his mouth. He sometimes dips his lips in alcohol to let you devour his lips and intoxicate you with the amber and sweet liquid that he shares with you.

[iloveoldermen46]

I am such a slut for this man. Like good god this man is so sexy.🥵😩

[fenharel-enaste]

Hey babyyyyy as your requests are open hehehhe do you have headcanons for Orson Krennic taking care of a sad/tired reader who is such a good girl? Tysm u r the bestest ever

Hi darling!! 💖💖

Just wrote this for you today! These were supposed to be headcanons, and they are, but somehow I got carried away and it's a kind of drabble too?? Idk what this is sdhbfd but I hope you like it!

Thank you so much for requesting this, I love you 🥹💖

We all know how committed Krennic is to his work, so commited that sometimes it might take him a while to realise that you are unwell. But once he does, he uses every spare minute to make sure you're feeling well. He would even drop everything and take the day off if possible and take you shopping or somewhere fancy for dinner, anywhere that may cheer you up and distract you from your problems. 

He can't bear to see his good girl sad and will do everything in his power to distract you and bring a smile to your face. 

That's always his first choice, but if you're too tired to go out, you'd stay home and he'd make dinner himself while you rest. Krennic wouldn't be particularly great at giving words of support or comfort - not that he doesn't care, quite the opposite, it's just not his forte to find the right words. But you know he cares by his actions, by how he would cuddle with you on the couch and ask you to tell him everything that's in your mind and your concerns. And he would just listen in silence, searching within himself for any way of helping you. Even though usually all you need is his company, he'd do the impossible to give you what you need. 

He'd offer you a bath together, where he'd use your favourite scented candles and massage your back, shoulders and neck, helping you relieve every tense spot in your body. He would wash you with his arms around you as you relax with your back against his chest and your head on his shoulder. You would feel the touch of the loofah sponge exploring your body, pausing longer than necessary on your breasts just for him to listen to your lovely and soft moans. 

"Shh, just don't think, my little one." 

He'd end up with the sponge between your legs, rubbing you with it until he has you humping it under the foam. When he judged you were needy enough for him, he would drop it and replace it with two of his fingers that he’d slide inside you, finding your sensitive spot and taking care of it so expertly while rubbing your clit with his thumb. In the meantime, he would kiss your neck and whispers sweet nothings and praises in your ear every time he made you cum on his hand.  

“Look at my good girl, behaving so well for me. Give me another one love.” No problems or fears anymore, just you and him in your mind and how good he makes you feel. 

After your bath, he would take you to bed, where you would sleep, exhausted, content and safe in his arms. Krennic knows that, unfortunately, he'd have to leave early the next morning, so he'd want to cherish every moment of that night with you, his nose buried in your freshly washed hair, wanting to carry your scent in his mind the next day. He would sleep so happy knowing that he made you feel at least a bit better that day.

Tagging some besties: @starlady66 @lady-of-imladris @vellichormybeloved @thesolarangel

[abitchnamedtia]

Krennic and Y/N, which is Tarkin's daughter, are dancing together at the anual imperial ball.

Krennic, grinning : You father looks real mad. Are you happy ?

Y/N : Not enough... Keep holding me.

Krennic, laughing : You do are feisty aren't you ? I like that.

Y/N : Stop dreaming Krennic, I'm only dancing with you to piss my father off.

Krennic, smirking : Obviously... Obviously.

[hottpinkpenguin]

Hey there, can I get an Orson krennic x FemReader “My eyes are the only thing I don’t want to take off of you.” With a Jealousy trope? I just think that would be so intriguing and you write so wonderfully. I saw your other krennic fic through a reblog and loved every bit of it!!

Hope you’re having a lovely day! 💜

A/N: Phew, anon, this request got me WERKED UP! It turned into surprise smut - something about the eyes... idk it's been a long week. Anywayssss hope you love it, thx for the request!!! <3

Everything but my eyes Orson Krennic (Rogue One) X Fem!Reader

18+ ONLY - MINORS DNIi

Warnings: oral sex (fem. receiving), not proofread Word Count: 4400

“You could be executed for what you’ve done, do you understand that!” 

Orson shook with rage as he paced restlessly in front of you. You smoothed your face into a mask of apathy as you nodded. 

“Yes, Director,” you stammered in reply, trying and failing to conceal the note of terror in your voice. Despite being an old friend, he was still your superior officer and, aside from your co-conspirator Galen, the only one in the Empire who knew of your treachery. By military code, Orson was responsible for your punishment. Your eyes flicked to the blaster clipped to his belt. Against the crisp white of his uniform, the black metal of the weapon seemed more menacing than usual. 

“Don’t call me Director right now,” he replied sharply, causing your eyes to snap up to his face, which was pinched with worry. As your eyes connected, his expression softened somewhat.  “I’m not talking to you as your commanding officer, y/n, I’m talking to you as your friend.” Despite the anger in his voice, you heard a note of unmistakable tenderness in the way Orson said your name. You let your shoulders relax an inch as you realized he wasn’t going to kill you right then and there.

As he anxiously paced, Orson ran a hand through his dark hair streaked with gray. The color suited him, you noted idly, although the strain and pressure that had put those gray streaks there did not. Your friend Orson - the legendary rabble rouser and the most brilliant engineer you’d ever met - had gotten trampled by the Empire. Even as he rose in rank and repute as an Imperial Science Officer, each passing accomplishment tied to Orson Krennic’s name left behind less and less of the man you knew. And it broke your heart.

“I’m sorry, Orson,” you blurted out. The admission came with more emotion than you’d wanted to let slip, your voice cracking on his name. He paused, freezing mid-inhale for a moment before he seemed to regain his composure. He turned his back to you as he faced out of the large windows in his office, the emptiness of space swallowing his silhouette in the dim light. You longed to see his face; you could feel the conflict between duty and friendship raging inside him. If you could see his eyes, you’d have a better sense of which side was winning. But Orson was closed off to you, the fidget in his fingers and the tension in his shoulders the only clues you had as to his emotional state. 

“I had to help him… I had to. There wasn’t an option. I couldn’t let it happen.” You sighed, frustrated that you couldn’t articulate your reasons with more clarity. You’d spent so many weeks grappling with the choice you’d made, and now, in the moment where your life literally depended on your ability to defend that choice, you fell miserably short. Your defense sounded petulant and weak, and even an old friend like Orson would need more than that if he was going to spare your life. 

You didn’t know how to make Orson understand why you’d chosen to help Galen contact the Rebellion and destroy the Death Star. The Death Star was Orson’s crowning achievement as an Imperial Science Officer, a project he’d devoted the last ten years of his career to. You knew that Orson had been bitterly crushed on a personal level when he’d learned about the betrayal. Orson had counted on your and Galen’s support of the project; hell, both you and Galen had helped create the damn thing alongside Orson. The idea that his two oldest friends had conspired in secret to destroy the very thing that they’d struggled to build - the same thing that would undoubtedly determine the fate of his career in the Empire - was inconceivable to Orson. 

You’d wanted so many times to tell Orson of your misgivings about the project. You couldn’t reconcile the memory of your friend with the callous, power-hungry Imperial puppet he’d become. You knew that the Orson you knew was still in there, buried beneath layers of false pride and vain ambition that the Empire had beaten into him. You saw flickers of the man you remembered in his eyes, heard echoes of him in Orson’s laugh. You couldn’t give up on him. That was ultimately why you’d decided to risk your own life and help Galen. Yes, to save countless lives from the destructive powers of the Death Star; but mostly, it was to save Orson. You knew that if the Death Star survived to fulfill its purpose that it would kill more than just whatever defenseless planet the Empire decided to target first: it would destroy whatever shreds of Orson Krennic remained, leaving behind nothing but an empty shell in its place. He’d been dying by inches since the Empire had recruited him, and it was more than you could bear to watch him vanish forever. 

“There wasn’t a choice… not for me, anyway.” Your argument fizzled out as a tense moment of silence stretched between the two of you.

Orson halfway turned back to you. In the soft light of his office, you could see his handsome profile etched against the darkness behind him. He chewed on his lips thoughtfully as he considered your words. You waited, wondering which way the dice of fate would roll. Determined not to waste what could be your last moments alive - and your last moments with Orson - you studied his face, committing its lines and shadows and angles to memory. 

“You love him, don’t you?” Orson’s question was quiet but his tone was acidic, as if speaking the words physically hurt. He turned to face you fully, his piercing blue eyes bearing down on you.

Your brows knit together in confusion, your mouth opening and closing noiselessly as you tried to grasp his meaning.

“Galen. You love him, don’t you?” Orson clarified, his tone bolder now as if your hesitation confirmed the answer he’d expected. 

As Orson’s question became clear, you let out an involuntary snort at the ridiculousness of the idea. Galen Erso was your oldest friend, but he was not the object of your affections, even if you had risked your life to help him betray the Empire. The irony was that the man you did love - the one who kept you awake at night with unfulfilled desire - was standing right in front of you. Your fate was in his hands, and he seemed poised on the edge of dooming you because he was convinced you loved another.

Feeling caught off guard by the sudden turn in conversation, you stumbled over your words. “Orson, what- that’s ridiculous, of course I’m not in love with Galen, he’s my friend!” Even though your words were true, the stutter in your voice was unconvincing.

Orson’s ice blue eyes narrowed at you. 

Seizing on his silence, you pressed on.

“I didn’t betray the Emp-”

“Ssh!” Orson stepped forward, closing the distance between you two quickly, and clamped a hand over your mouth. He backed your body up against the wall, his breath warming your cheek. The way he enveloped you was protective and instinctual, and you had to force yourself not to melt under his touch. Orson looked around emphatically, shaking his head. Although the two of you were alone in his quarters, you were still aboard an Imperial starship. To speak so openly about how you’d aided Galen in betraying the Empire was risky, even in the relative privacy of a commanding officer’s chambers. You knew the Empire wasn’t above spying on their own; you’d simply forgotten that crucial fact in your rush to explain yourself.

You nodded under Orson’s palm, indicating you understood. He stepped back and released your mouth, although his fingers trailed down the side of your jaw just a fraction too long. The lingering feel of that barely-there caress set your blood ablaze. Some rational corner of your mind berated you for being so distractible and frivolous in the midst of what could very well be the end of your life. But now, as you stood mere inches away from Orson, both of your chests heaving with emotion, you weren’t so sure of the outcome anymore. Or maybe it was that you no longer cared.

“I didn’t do what I did for Galen,” you continued, lowering your voice to a whisper. You saw hope flame in Orson’s eyes as he hung on your words. “I did it for you.” 

Your admission hung in the air between the two of you, the only sound you could hear was your own heartbeat slamming against your eardrums. 

“I couldn’t let the weapon be used. It would destroy you, Orson. I couldn’t sit by and let that happen. I would never forgive myself, not ever. The Empire’s taken too much of you already. I wouldn’t let them have your humanity. I’d die before I’d let that happen.” The words came cascading off your lips so fast you almost tripped over your own tongue. Once your mind finally caught up with your mouth, you snapped your jaw shut. You’d said too much, you felt certain. The urge to reach out and stuff the fading echoes of those words back down your throat was overpowering, but there was nothing to be done for it now. All you could now was wait…  

And so you waited: waited for a reply, for the reply, the one that would determine your fate. It was all in Orson’s hands now. Your future, your admission of guilt. And, at long last, your heart. All you could do was wait… 

The spark of hope in Orson’s blue eyes spread, melting the frost of rejection that had been there moments before. His gaze danced across your face, searching for something in your features, although what it was he sought, you couldn’t be sure. You forced yourself to meet his gaze although your instincts screamed at you. The conflicting urges in your body pulled you in a million different directions: run, grab his blaster, fall to your knees and beg for mercy, kiss him. Unable to choose, you stayed still, letting Orson’s unsettlingly intense gaze bore into you.

After a few moments of silence, Orson cleared his throat and took a half step back from you. His gaze dropped; you felt the air rush back into your lungs even though you hadn’t realized you’d been holding your breath. He pulled down on the front of his crisp white uniform, straightening it and rolling his shoulders as if he was shaking off the weight of a thousand worlds. 

“Major Y/L/N, you are relieved of your rank, effective immediately. All additional duties and responsibilities befitting the rank of major are also revoked. I will make a formal notation in your file that the reason for your demotion is conduct unbecoming of an officer. You will be unable to hold an advanced rank or assume command responsibilities for the duration of your career. In lieu of a court martial and discharge, I will personally oversee your transfer back to the Corps of Engineers on Coruscant.” 

Orson’s voice was bland and distant as he delivered your sentence. It was more than you’d dared hope for, and your knees threatened to buckle in relief as you realized that you wouldn’t face the biased judgment of the Imperial Military Court, or worse, a firing squad. You let out a shaky breath as you tried to compose yourself. Just behind that initial flood of relief came a sting of rejection that left tears pricking at the edges of your eyes. Orson’s dispassionate tone clearly conveyed that your intimate admission from moments before was going to be forgotten, relegated to the past and left there.

You swallowed thickly as you forced what you hoped was a grateful smile onto your lips . Orson was taking an enormous risk in keeping you alive. If anyone found out that he’d concealed your betrayal, he would be executed right next to you. The idea that you could hope for more was ridiculous.  

“Do you understand, Major?” Orson asked, his voice tense. 

You nodded feverishly.

“Yes, Director,” you replied, resuming use of his formal title to mirror his own detachment. “And thank you… thank you, Orson.” Just like earlier, your voice cracked on his name, the force of your emotions fracturing your very tenuous composure. You swiped away hot tears from your eyes as you tried to steady your breathing. He waited, absolutely still, while you gathered yourself. The process took an embarrassing amount of time, and you weren’t able to distract your mind from the sour feeling of rejection until you clasped your fists at your side, digging your nails into the soft flesh of your palms. The pain was enough to finally ease your emotions off the edge.

When you finally lifted your eyes to meet Orson’s, you found him staring at you with an intensity that made your skin crawl deliciously.

“I assume you’re relieving me of my blaster and taking my stripes?” you asked, more in an effort to break the tension than out of formality. You glanced meaningfully at the three gold stripes displayed on your shoulder boards, indicating your rank of major. Orson didn’t move to reply, his stare only growing more intense.

“Yes,” he replied after a few moments. His voice simmered like boiling water, but you tried to ignore that as you unclipped the blaster belt at your waist. You let the weapon hang from your outstretched hand unceremoniously as you held it out towards Orson. He took it from you, careful not to touch you, and laid it on his desk next to where he stood. You wouldn’t miss the damn thing anyways. 

Next, you moved to undo the stiff shoulder boards, also handing them to Orson. He placed them next to your blaster with a slow and deliberate movement that was almost tender. 

“And your jacket,” Orson added. You hesitated, a bit surprised by the unusual request. Your jacket was standard Imperial issue, not specific to your rank, and therefore wasn’t subject to collection by a superior officer upon demotion. 

“My jacket?” you asked.

Orson nodded, his eyes still boring holes in your head. He stepped closer to you. 

“And your uniform, Major.” You cocked your head at Orson, his meaning entirely lost on you. Surely he wasn’t trying to humiliate you by making you march back to your quarters without a uniform?

Sensing your hesitation, Orson took another step closer. He was mere inches from your face, his breath fanning over your forehead and causing your chest to tighten. 

“In fact, I intend to take everything off you. Everything but my eyes.”

His voice was so low it was almost a growl. As the words settled in your ears, you felt heat race up your spine as your gut turned molten. The heavy pit in your gut bloomed into butterflies that flew into your chest. You could barely breathe as you looked up at him through your lashes, almost afraid to lift your chin. 

“What did you say?” you managed to choke out through ragged breaths.

In response, you felt a firm finger clasp you under your chin, gently lifting your head until your face was inclined towards Orson. You took a shaky inhale before you let your eyes snap to his. For the first time since you’d started the conversation, you were able to decipher the emotion boiling in his gaze. It mirrored your own feelings, and underneath the lust was tenderness. Deeper than the tenderness of a friend and more mature than that of an infatuation. Love, you realized. You were seeing love in Orson’s eyes.

The two of you stared into each other for a few breaths. Your lips brushed one another as the two of you inhaled and exhaled. 

“You heard me,” he whispered out after a few moments, his lips curling into a smile. It wasn’t the menacing, calculated smile you were used to seeing on him lately. This was a smile of pure happiness, the kind that stretched up to his eyes, making them twinkle with joy. 

Unable to contain yourself, you smiled back, your chest blooming. All the years you’d kept your feelings inside, carefully damming them up behind walls of military formality, slammed against your mind at once. Your body felt loose, like your bones had turned to melted wax. It was delicious and overwhelming. Your smile turned to a laugh as relief and lust and joy seeped into every inch of your skin.

“I heard you,” you finally muttered in agreement as Orson leaned in, connecting your mouths at long last. You found his rhythm in your own mouth quickly, your breathing syncing with each other. You reached up with your hands, twisting your fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him in closer. He moaned into your mouth at the contact, his arms snaking around your back as he turned and walked you backwards to his desk. When you felt the edge of his desk hit the back of your thighs, you let yourself sink onto it, wrapping your calves around Orson’s knees and pulling him in closer. He followed your lead eagerly, his hands roaming up and down your sides and across the expanse of your back. His movements felt reverent, like he was worshiping you. The feel of his body pressed against you sent a new wave of heat sizzling through your limbs, and you intensified your kiss. 

Both of you were giving over to the moment, swallowing soft moans and sighs from the other as you began fumbling with the buckle of his belt and him with the buttons of your uniform. The task at hand forced you two to break the kiss and focus your fingers, each of you racing to remove the layers between you. As you undid the button of his pants, easing them down over his muscular legs, he pulled back the sleeves of your uniform. The skin on your chest above your brazier puckered with goose pimples at the cold air. You saw Orson catch the sight in his lust-blown eyes. In an instant, his mouth was dancing across the expanse of your neck, leaving a trail of kisses across your collarbone as his hand began working up under the band of your bra. 

When you felt his mouth bare down on your throat, sucking the soft skin there gently between his teeth, you threw your head back. One of his hands caught the back of your head expertly, giving you the feel of being completely undone in his arms. The sensation sent a shiver down the length of your body, heat beginning to build at the apex of your thighs.

Sensing your need, Orson stepped back slightly to ease your pants down over your ass. He tossed them aside, working to remove his own shirt before stepping back against your body and connecting your mouths again. The warmth of his skin was welcome in the slight chill of his office, and you melted against him. The kiss was deeper this time. Orson took his time, cupping both your cheeks in his hands as his tongue danced against your lips. Your mind was beginning to go fuzzy at the edges, your focus narrowing to the sensations where your bodies connected. 

After a few moments, Orson stepped back again. You whimpered involuntarily at the loss of contact. He heard the noise, a roguish grin dancing across his features.

“Time to make good on my promise, y/n,” he chuckled as he sank to his knees in front of you. Your mind was so scattered from the kiss that you couldn’t put together his comment, your thoughts reeling instead as you began to realize what he was building to. Kneeling in between your legs, Orson let his fingers trail lazily up the length of your legs to where your underwear sat, notched above your hip bones. He looped a finger from each hand under the band of your underwear, pulling them down your legs slowly and greedily, leaving you exposed to him. Part of you felt embarrassed to have a man so close to your sex like that, and you twisted your hips to try and close your thighs to his gaze. Orson caught the movement, a momentary look of displeasure flickering across his face as he gently pried your thighs apart with his hands. You let him, trusting in the depth of devotion you saw in his eyes when he looked up at you.

“What promise?” you finally managed to stammer out, a flush spreading over your cheeks. You were desperate for some way to distract from a feeling of awkwardness beginning to take seed at how naked you were. 

“My eyes. They stay on you.” 

With those words barely off his lips, Orson threw your thighs over his shoulders and sank down between your legs, his mouth enveloping your sex as his tongue darted against the sensitive spot that made you see stars. Your heart pirouetted in your chest as the knot deep in your stomach tightened. Your head fell back, your jaw slackening as Orson began working on you. His skill at kissing was a pale comparison to the skill he demonstrated now, his lips and tongue swirling over you in a manner you’d never knew to dream of before. As the tension in your body continued to build, your legs tensing against his back, you looked down at the vision before you. Just as he’d promised, his eyes were glued to you, drinking you in with his gaze as he devoured you with his mouth. The combination of sensations was overwhelming, causing you to gasp and moan in a manner quite unlike you. With the pleasure blooming in your lower body, it wiped your mind of any embarrassment you’d felt before. You let yourself go, your eyes slipping shut as you focused on the feelings.

You felt yourself stretch as Orson added one finger, then two, to the intricate combination of movements he was performing on your pussy. You cried out, louder than you’d meant to, but the sound only encouraged him. Flattening his tongue against you, you felt the pace and pressure of his fingers intensify. Your legs began to quiver against his shoulders, spurring him on more, his eyes watching your every reaction and taking your every cue. You let your back lay flat against his desk, one hand coming to lace itself in his hair as you pulled him down against you harder, grinding your hips up to meet his mouth. You felt him laugh proudly against you at your neediness, the vibrations sending shockwaves up and down your back. 

Feeling the knot in your stomach tighten to its breaking point, you jackknifed up on the edge of the desk as your orgasm crested inside you. Orson held you together as your legs went slack, his mouth still caressing you as his fingers slowed to a languid, drawn out pace. Your breath turned heavy as your mind dissolved to mist, a mixture of incoherent moans and Orson’s name falling freely from your lips like a prayer. He never faltered, his pace matching your come down perfectly as you rode out the high. As you slowly felt yourself coming back to your body, you felt Orson slowly pull his fingers out of you, then pull his mouth away with one last long lick up the length of your sex. 

He stood up, leaning over your slack figure sprawled out on the desk.

“I’m glad I watched,” he whispered as he planted kisses against your neck, patiently waiting for you to come back to him. The sound of his voice and the evident possessive pride you heard there made the remnants of that spent pleasure flicker back to life in your gut. 

“That was a sight I’ll never forget,” he continued as you wrapped your arms around his back, pulling him down into your embrace. He let you, smiling happily as he brought his face level with yours.

“Top marks, Director,” you quipped, earning a deep throated laugh from him as the two of you exchanged some staccato kisses. 

“Now, my love, why don’t you tell me again how colluding to destroy the Death Star, betraying the single most powerful military force in the galaxy, and risking horrible pain through torture followed by an ignominious death was all for me?” The sarcastic tone in his voice caused you to let out a shocked, bark of a laugh. You saw the twinkle of happiness in Orson’s eyes burn brighter at the sound, confirming what you’d always hoped for: that you really had saved him, saved the man you knew he could be.

“It was all for you, Orson,” you replied, your tone much more serious and emphatic than his. His playful smile softened slightly as his eyes danced back and forth between yours. After a quiet moment, you felt him grip you and pull you up to his chest as he stood. His strength surprised you; he handled your body with ease, the muscles of his shoulders and upper arms flexing enticingly. He carried you around the side of his desk, towards a door you’d never been through before but you knew led to his bedchamber. 

“I should be the one thanking you, then,” he said as the door to his bedroom opened automatically with a soft whoosh. His tone was soft now, more serious but with a heat behind it. Your toes curled at the promise in those words as the corners of your mouth pulled up into a smile. 

“Wasn’t that what just happened?” you asked breathlessly as he knelt on the edge of his bed, depositing you onto the ludicrously soft blankets before coming to lay beside you, his head propped up on his bent arm. 

“Oh, my love, that was just the warm up,” he replied with a smirk and a wink. You laughed, joyful and carefree and eager to take him up on the offer in his gaze. The two of your mouths met once more, and even though he’d technically broken his promise as his eyes fell closed, you decided you’d let him off the hook… just this once…

[eveenstar]

Orson Krennic with a Force-Sensitive S/O | Headcanons

A/N: I'm sick and I love Krennic and I also love Force Sensitive (Y/N) and there needs to be more content for this man so consider me your fairy godmother

Tags/Warnings: Implied age-gap (reader is in their 20s, Krennic is his late 40s)

Familiar with the forbidden love trope? Yeah, precisely. It's how your relationship works. Secrecy and meeting in secluded spaces are the base of the relationship you and Orson have.

All of this came out during an argument, most likely. I assume years of bottling up your abilities have made it numb but it always gets the best of you during stressful times, and even though you have mastered the arts of patience, a fight with your loved one always managed to bring the best of you. However it had never been this bad.

Tarkin and Orson always had a troublesome co-worker relationship. It's true, Orson is jealous of him, because he should be in his position. Because Tarkin always steals his spotlight. He should be the one getting praise! Him!

So, of course, Tarkin is yet again the motive of your discussion. You agree with Orson, you've seen how hard he is on himself, how he wants everything to be perfect and how his hardwork always pays off, but it's not enough. You can understand the sentiment, you also wanted more.

But of what?

Your powers?

You wanted a taste of the so mythical dark side and achieve your full poten-

You try to comfort your lover, agreeing with him, but you've never seen Orson this stressed out. It was like the galaxy was about to end. It wasn't soon that he turned on you, nitpicking the way you stood next to him on the meeting, the way the handsome, young imperial boy from across the room stared at you like you were the most angelic creature to ever walk the Imperial grounds. Oh, how you must've felt having a boy your age thirsting after you, maybe you'll finally realize how you'd gain more next to someone more powerful, or would you rather throw yourself into Tarkin's arms since he enjoys stealing everything Krennic loves from him?

Unfortunately there is so much one can take, and perhaps it was the weather or you were already in a sour mood, but hearing him say those words about himself and you simply broke the self restraint you worked so hard to put up. You didn't even notice what you did after it was done, after you blinked back to reality and saw Orson leaning against the wall, eyes wide open and staring at you. You pushed him. Worse, you pushed him using the Force.

There's no more screaming. No more angry shouting. Just silence. Deafening silence. Thoughts start to fill your mind, will he tell on you? You've heard what happens to Force Sensitives. Will he just kill you on spot and save you from the torture? Surely, you can defend yourself, even if it means fighting him. You refuse to go down just like that, you just need enough time to figure out an escape plan and then-

"How....how did you-" He avoids your gaze, a puzzled look across his face as if his brain hasn't picked up the pieces yet, "do that?"

You stood a few feet away from him, nervously picking at your fingers. "Do what?"

This time he rose to his full height and met your gaze, you could see the concern flashing before his eyes, almost covering how confused he was.

"You're Force Sensitive." You mumbled incoherent affirmatives about it, "A Jedi."

"No-no! I'm not a Jedi." He merely stared at you with furrowed eyebrows and a gravelled look. "I'm not a Jedi, I'm not...anything, I'm just me."

Krennic holds your hands in his, truly a sight only for your eyes, "Why didn't you tell me?"

You think he's joking so you scoff. But he's actually serious. Does he not...?? "Are you serious? Have you seen what happens to people like me? How they mysteriously disappear or are executed in plain sight like animals- You could've- I was scared, okay? Scared you'd..."

But he's so reassuring, you almost believe it's a different man entire. Sure, you've seen his soft side before but...this time is different, maybe because your life is on the line. "I would never hurt you, darling. You have my word."

After that happy incident, you and Orson become even more close and intimate than possible. He doesn't ask to see your abilities in action, he wants them as hidden away as possible, but you can feel his curiosity whenever you do some inoffensive trick such as making an apple float towards you within the privacy of your headquarters. You know he wants to see more.

I hope you don't take his need to want to keep your abilities as hidden away as possible as bad. Seriously, this man is terrified the Inquisitors, or worse Darth Vader himself, will take you from him. He can't even think about it, just the mere thought brings him distress - that's when he pulls you closer to him, hugging you just a little bit too tight.

Orson now wonders if you'd want to take your chances out there as...a Jedi? A Force Sensitive? Find your own? This man is lost please hug him and reassure him you won't leave.

If you're curious, he can always sneak or even straight up bring trinkets of the old Jedi days to you. I mean, he's not the only Imperial who would be collecting such things so no one would bat an eye right?

Krennic is very, very protective over you, even more than before. Always has a hand on your waist or stands close enough to you that everyone gets the message. Both because he's terrified you'll leave him for a much younger, successful man and because he doesn't want anyone finding out you're Force-Sensitive.

Inside your quarters during days where he needs a distraction, Krennic asks you about your abilities. How does it feel, what is it like, can you read his thoughts? It gets to a point that the questions are just straight up idiotic but that silly smile of him is enough to put that aside.

Such an adorable smile it is, we need to take a minute to talk about it. Orson will be leaning against the table, you two sat down and probably drinking, and he'll have a hand resting under his chin for support while the other waves around lazily, and then comes this absolutely honest smile that looks like a ray of sunshine. You've never seen him smile like that, hell, you don't remember the last time you saw him do anything other than a smirk! Seriously if you don't kiss that man rn-

Definitely got a private house on some far away, isolated planet for you two. He wants to bring you there as a surprise. It has a lake and a garden outside, it resembles both Alderaan and Naboo. It's perfect. He hopes he can take you there some day, once things with the death star settle down, once the empire's plans are set in motion...He hopes you'll share that beauty with him and maybe you'll be able to freely train your abilities there, far from curious eyes.

[anundyingfidelity]

ben mendelsohn stans i summon you 🫵 pls help me to decide

[my-head-is-an-animal]

It's Not A Game If It's Real

Okay, so I know what this looks like, I know how it looks, it was supposed to be a one-shot, but ya gal just can't stop writing! So here's the masterlist for when another chapter is written. Can't guarantee there will be much story, but hey, let's not lie to ourselves, plot is just secondary at this point.

Orson Krennic x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut

Chapter 1

The first assignment you had and you would be leading a whole department. What a great fucking night this would be!

     More than that, it was a great excuse for you to wear the most beautiful thing you owned, a floor length black dress, a slit that ran all the way up your thigh, a halter neck that revealed almost all of your back, a v that stopped just above your stomach. Damn, you were hot. The black heels that you rarely wore helped to straighten your back and elongated your neck. You felt so fucking sexy.

     You kept your makeup minimal, just enough to lengthen your lashes, plump your lips and give just a little colour to your cheeks.

     You looked at yourself in the mirror once more, deciding that the little diamond bracelet was all the jewellery you needed to make yourself feel beautiful.

     Your friends were waiting for you in the lobby of the hotel you were staying in, a gorgeous, elegant building right in the middle of Coruscant, a place you could never have afforded alone, but on the Empire’s penny, it was barely anything to pay for class.

     The bar was one that not many of the imperial officers went to, out of the way and exactly what you needed to help secure your confidence in your new job.

     It was a great night, filled with champagne and laughter, one you’d not forget in a long time, but it was the crystal blue gaze that landed on you every so often from the bar, that really secured it.

     You had no real intention of going back to the hotel with anyone, but the attention was enough. You knew you looked good, but seeing that someone else thought so as well, took your self-confidence to a whole new level.

     Eventually the night went on and the blue gaze had disappeared. You felt a small disappointment, but brushed it to one side when you realised it was ridiculous. The man was handsome, yes, his fitted beige turtleneck that sat beneath his navy suit, highlighted his lean figure, and the way his gaze held yours when he swallowed a mouthful of gold liquid was delightfully seductive, but you weren’t there to pick up strangers, you were there to celebrate and feel good about yourself. That was it.

     Your friends needed to head back to the hotel, but you still had something you wanted to do. Your evening would only be complete with one small indulgence. To sit alone at the bar and simply be elegant. You’d seen it in pictures and films, the beautiful woman simply enjoying her own company and it was something you’d always wanted.

     You sat on the barstool, placing your small black clutch on the counter and ordered some wine. You weren’t drunk, not by a long shot, but you felt the warmth of the alcohol circling your body.

     It was pretty much as you expected it to be, slightly boring, but nice to be looked at by one or two men who walked passed. You saw them staring hungrily at you through the mirror and pretended not to notice.

     You finished your wine and just as you were about to pay, the blue gaze caught your attention in the mirror. He stood behind you with a small smirk on his face, his hands in his pocket, just watching you.

     ‘Hello.’ He said, his voice was rough, like a low growl and it sent a small shiver down your spine.

     ‘Hello.’ You smiled back.

     ‘May I?’ He gestured to the seat next to you.

     ‘You may.’ You nodded.

     He slowly sat down next to you, still smirking. ‘I was about to ask if I could buy you a drink, but it looks like you’re leaving.’

     ‘I am.’ You nodded, again. If you didn’t know any better, you would have said he liked the fact that you were giving him so little to work with.

     ‘It looked like you were having fun this evening. Celebrating?’

     It was so strange to watch a man so obviously attracted to you, dance around the question he clearly wanted to ask.

     ‘Yes.’ You turned towards him, curious about where this would go and somewhat excited about the game he was playing. ‘I got a promotion.’

     ‘I’m sure it’s well deserved.’ He seemed to be genuine in his words. ‘When do you start?’

     ‘I’m afraid, that’s classified.’

     You watched his eyes flare with excitement for just a moment. ‘Then I’ll ask no more. Is your name classified as well?’

     You gave a small chuckle. ‘No, it’s Kaida.’

     ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you Kaida, I’m Orson.’ He held his hand out for you to shake. The contact alone was warm and inviting, you could feel his pulse beating through his skin. Fast.

     ‘Pleasure.’ You hummed, his eyes darkening almost all the way. You couldn’t help but swallow at this new game you felt you were playing.

     You sat watching each other for a moment or two, before Orson smiled a little wider. ‘May I be bold?’

     You smiled with him.

     ‘I’m sure every man has told you the exact same thing tonight, but you really are quite beautiful.’

     ‘Thank you.’ You gently bit your lip. ‘It’s nice to feel it every once in a while.’

     ‘Is that what the celebration was really about?’ His voice was low, the seduction evident. ‘Feeling beautiful for a while?’

     ‘Yes.’ You found yourself breathing the answer. Something about the crystal blue gaze had you sucked in.

     ‘Then, may I be even more bold as to ask if you’d like to go somewhere a little more private?’ Orson’s voice was almost a growl and you were tempted to say yes, but this wasn’t really you, you weren’t someone who slept around, you were only there for the illusion, nothing more. ‘If I’ve made you uncomfortable, I apologise.’ Orson was so quick to read your expression.

     You cleared your throat. ‘It’s not that.’ You shook your head, making him tilt his in questioning. ‘I just… I’ll be honest. I got dressed up, I came to a bar to drink champagne and feel good when men looked at me.’ You could see his smirk returning. ‘This evening was for me, no one else.’

     ‘I see.’ He nodded. ‘I can appreciate that, and I wouldn’t want you to feel I was pressuring you.’ You hadn’t expected him to be so considerate. ‘But understand that I find you quite beautiful indeed and as cliché as it sounds, I would feel honoured if you asked me to make you feel more so.’

     You felt your mouth begin to water, the prospect of sleeping with this unusually handsome man was tempting, but you were still unsure.

     ‘That is quite an offer,’ you licked your lips as subtly as you could, but you knew he’d catch it. ‘How do I know you can live up to it?’

     He chuckled lowly. ‘I’m afraid there really is only one way to find out. But let me put it another way. You clearly sit in a position of some importance careerwise, I too, have secrets I’d wish to keep. I don’t know your last name either, so any chance of compromising your position is almost non-existent. You don’t seem interested in anything long-term, I’m not either. In fact, I’m sure you won’t believe me, but my intentions tonight did not involve picking someone up.’ That part made you laugh. ‘I believe honesty is an extremely attractive quality in anyone, but especially for short-term gains. The truth of it is that I’ve been sitting at this bar thinking in those rare moments I caught your eye, how beautiful you would look in the light of my hotel room.’

     You felt yourself suck in a shallow breath, his eyes flickered towards your chest for a fraction of a second, catching the sharp intake and knowing what it meant.

     ‘I’m more than happy to express more detailed honesty, if it would make you feel more beautiful this evening.’ Orson licked his lips, his gaze finally tearing away, glancing at the barman and breaking whatever trance he had you in. ‘The offer is there, Kaida.’ Even the way he said your name had your heart rate rising, his eyes found yours again. ‘If you say no, I’ll walk you out, say goodnight and wish you all the best for your promotion with genuine intention.’

     You thought for a moment, you had no reason to think this man was lying, but there was one way to find out whether he was dangerous or not.

     ‘Will you give me a moment?’ You asked, watching him smile gently.

     ‘Of course.’

     You finally let go of his hand that had been stroking your wrist ever since he introduced himself, grabbed your small clutch and as elegantly as possible, you made your way towards the ladies room.

     Once inside, you felt much cooler, the air wasn’t as thick and the haze of everything Orson had said began to lift. You let the cool water wash over your fingertips for a moment, finding it soothing in some way.

     You looked up to see that your light layer of makeup had done nothing to hide the flush that now coated your chest, neck and cheeks. You were giving Orson every sign that you wanted to sleep with him, and when you really thought about it, he was right, there was nothing that risky about it. You didn’t know each other, the chances of you crossing paths again were slim at best, and he enjoyed honesty, maybe you should have just indulged for a night.

     You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to walk back towards the bar where Orson was nursing a nearly empty glass of golden liquid. You did your best to saunter towards him, catching his eye once again. His whole demeanour changed, where previously he might have thought you left, now he smiled as his crystal, blue gaze travelled down your body, then back up, licking his lips.

     You stopped next to him and inhaled. ‘Were you checking me out?’

     ‘I was.’ Orson swallowed, smirking again.

     ‘Good.’ You whispered. ‘If you’re looking for honesty, then here’s mine. Tonight is for me to feel beautiful, I want to feel like I am worth worshipping,’ you heard him suck in a harsher breath. ‘I want to feel a man’s hunger for my body and feel him losing all control because of me.’ You stopped, noticing a small spot on Orson’s neck was pulsing hard, his heart was racing. ‘I want you to tell me all the things you want to do to me, Orson. I want to feel desired.’

     Orson sucked in a deep and steady breath, clearing his throat. He smiled, knowingly. ‘Then I suppose we should go back to my room… get you out of that dress.’

     You wanted to laugh as Orson threw back the last of his drink. He immediately stood, placing his warm fingertips on your exposed back, sending small thrills through your body, and guided you towards where the valet was standing waiting to pick up his transport.

     Orson suddenly turned back to you. ‘I’m sure I don’t need to, but I will say it again, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. You’ll tell me if I do.’

     It felt more like a command than a request, one he took very seriously indeed. ‘Yes.’ You whispered.

     Orson smiled, biting his own lip and making sure you stayed warm next to him. The night air was cold and in a way it was helping your body ignite.

     Finally, the transport arrived and Orson, ever the gentleman, held the door for you to get in, while he climbed in the other side.

     You crossed your legs, exposing your thigh through the long slit in your dress. Orson’s eyes were momentarily glued to your skin. He licked his lips, watching as you traced your fingertips over the top of your leg.

     Orson chuckled. ‘Making a man jealous in this state is a dangerous thing indeed.’

     He made you smile, knowing you’d both rather it was his hands that traced your skin.

     ‘You have ten minutes to tell me some of the things that turn you on.’ He suddenly said, driving the transport away from the bar’s entrance. ‘The more detail the better, obviously.’ His eyebrow quirked a little, making you laugh.

     You bit your lip and wondered where to start. ‘Things that turn me on.’ You said more to yourself.

     It was quiet for a moment before Orson was kind enough to help you out. ‘Honesty seems to do something for you, if I’m not mistaken?’

     ‘Yes.’ You nodded. ‘I like detailed honesty as well, I suppose.’ You thought for a moment. ‘I like the idea of knowing exactly what a man wants to do to me, to be unable to resist.’

     You watched Orson smile to himself. You suddenly thought to yourself how rare an opportunity this really was, one night with a stranger who seemed more than willing to give into your every desire, to encourage you to feel all the things you wanted to feel that night.

     You turned your body towards him, catching his attention.

     ‘Things that turn me on.’ You repeated, biting your lip, finding your courage. ‘I want to feel something slowly dominating, Orson.’ You watched him lick his lips subtly. ‘I want to feel your hands and mouth on every patch of skin, feel you hungry for more while your mouth is between my legs.’ He sucked in a harsh breath, you tilted your head observing his reactions. ‘I want to hear you telling me how pretty I would look on my knees with your cock in my mouth.’ Orson cleared his throat, half laughing.

     ‘Oh, don’t stop now.’ He growled and some part of you feel compelled to answer.

     ‘I want to feel your body pinning me to the wall, your hands holding mine above my head, I want to feel like I’m your prize for the evening.’ You watched his hands tightening around the wheel, and his chest puff out slightly as the thought began turning him on as well. ‘I want you to have me against the wall, I want to feel your breath on my neck as you tell me how good it feels to fuck me.’

     Orson let a steady breath go, clearing his throat.

     ‘Would you like me to continue?’ You smiled, teasingly.

     He chuckled. ‘I’ve got half a mind to pull over right now.’

     ‘Only half?’ You bit your lip.

     ‘Don’t tempt me.’ Orson growled, making you feel the danger of turning him on any more than you already had. ‘My god, you may turn out to be more than I bargained for.’

     You bit your lip again finally pulled up outside a beautiful hotel just a little way down from your own. Orson glanced over, grazing his eyes over your still exposed thigh and smiled.

     He placed his fingertips on your lower back once again, guiding you to the lift. The doors closed and Orson watched you smiling again.

     ‘I’m unsure if it’s lucky or unlucky that we’re alone.’ He said, his body pressing gently against yours. You frowned in questioning. ‘The temptation to simply have you here and now is a very real concern.’

     You sucked in a harsh, shallow breath. ‘Oh, really?’ You teased. ‘I do remember you saying something about how good I would in the light of your hotel room.’

     ‘Believe me, it’s the only thing stopping me from fucking you right in the middle of this lift.’ He growled into your hair. ‘And I wouldn’t care who was waiting to use the lift, they’d wait until I was finished with you.’

     You cleared your throat, trying hard to breathe steady, but that warm scent that was entirely him was blurring your mind.

     ‘Well, that is interesting.’ Orson stood up straight, smirking to himself, but he said nothing else.

     Orson ran his hand briefly down your arm, taking your hand gently, and leading you towards his room on a very high floor. He stopped for just a second, moving your body between his and the door to his room. You thought he’d open the door immediately, but instead he paused.

     You felt his body lightly grazing yours, teasing you, never quite giving you enough to satisfy.

     ‘Kaida,’ he growled, you could taste the whiskey he’d been drinking that evening. ‘I want you to know something before we go inside.’ A small wave of dread washed over you, before Orson’s hand came up to caress your cheek, making you sigh out with relief at the contact. ‘Before this night is over, I will make you scream out my name for everyone to hear, and I will make sure that no other person ever feels good enough to touch you again.’ You let a heavy breath go before quickly sucking back in.

     Orson opened the door behind you, you’d barely been able to breathe while he spoke lowly to you outside the room.

     The dim lights came on immediately, Orson took your clutch from your hand, throwing it somewhere behind him and grabbed your wrists, using one hand to hold them above your head, and one hand to caress either side of your jaw. You noted that at no point did you feel like you couldn’t wriggle free or tell him to stop.

     ‘Look at you,’ he chuckled. ‘Your body is just begging for me to devour it.’

     You breathed a laugh. ‘Yes.’

     ‘Look at me.’

     You hadn’t even realised your eyes had closed. That crystal gaze was now obsidian, and it made your mouth water.

     ‘Fuck, you’re beautiful.’

     Before you could respond, Orson pressed a firm kiss to your lips, groaning while he did and pressing his body a little more into yours. He was such a good kisser. He sucked your lower lip, gently bit it to make you groan out, his hand slowly descending down your throat, making you smile against him.

     ‘Oh, you filthy woman.’ He growled, very slightly wrapping his hand around your throat. How had you never known how much you enjoyed it? Orson’s careful exploration had you both realising that it was the suggestion of total domination that turned you on more than anything. Where choking might not have been what you wanted, the suggestion of it was a far more exciting feeling.

     Orson kissed you harshly and softly, just finding what you liked and what made you moan. At some point you noticed he’d begun subtly grinding against you. He smiled against your mouth and allowed his hand to descend from your neck down the exposed V of your dress, stopping where the material joined above your stomach.

     Orson took a moment to let you breathe, his forehead pressed to yours, his fingers tracing over the soft skin, he smiled a wicked smile.

     ‘In the interest of honesty,’ he said. ‘There is a very real part of me that would love to fuck you in the middle of a room full of men, all of whom could never have you the way I could.’

     ‘Fuck.’ You breathed. The thought on it’s own was a beautiful one, the idea of a room full of people wanting to do exactly what Orson was about to, was thrilling, sending hot rushes through your core.

     Orson’s hand drifted further down to wear the slit in your dress exposed your thigh, you knew exactly what was about to happen and it excited you.

     You felt his fingertips tracing the skin slowly, his rough hands wrapping around your thigh as you instinctively brought your leg up to wrap around his hip.

     ‘That’s it, darling.’ He hummed, making you sight. ‘You know what you want… fuck.’ Orson growled into another harsh kiss. His hand had run all the way up your thigh and found your hip, much to his pleasure, he found no trace of underwear.

     You couldn’t help but chuckle against him.

     ‘Oh, you think that’s funny?’ Orson smiled, but there was real danger in his tone. ‘I could have just fucked you over the bar if I’d known,’ it only made you smile that much more. ‘Or followed you into the rest room, lifted your dress up and made you watch through the mirror.’ That one had you groaning out. ‘You see? I can break you as well.’ You felt his mouth devour yours once again, the thought of being fucked into oblivion by this man was something you desired more than anything. ‘In fact…’ Orson suddenly stopped, glancing towards the balcony if his room.

     He let your wrists go, bringing your hands down slowly as he kissed you softly, grinding his hips against you, making you feel what you had done to him.

     Orson suddenly stopped, taking your hand and guiding your weakened body over to the window next to the balcony, he made sure to stay behind you, placing your hands against the cool glass. You looked out to see the bustling city planet, it was late and no one would really be able to see you, but it was the thrill of getting caught all the same. You listened to Orson taking his jacket off and could just about make out his reflection.

     ‘What do you think?’ He asked, hands around your waist, still making sure you could feel how hard he was, his lips just below your ear, softly kissing the skin and igniting you in a new way.

     You chuckled, absorbing yourself in his warm touch. ‘I think anyone could see us.’ Even just saying it made you sigh in pleasure.

     ‘I think you might not mind.’ Orson chuckled gently biting the sensitive skin. ‘I think if I looked the way you did, I’d want people to watch me come as well. People love to watch beautiful things getting ruined.’ The last part was said as a growl. ‘And make no mistake darling,’ he bit the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. ‘I fully intend on destroying you tonight.’

     You let out a weakened whine, one that had Orson thrusting his hips a little harsher into you. He quickly spun you around, pressing your back against the cold glass and making you gasp at the sudden cold contact.

     ‘No more teasing,’ he said, breathlessly. ‘I need to see you come.’

     Orson made you whine once again with his searing kiss, one that continued down your neck, your chest, between your breasts, his hands drifting over your waist, finally giving you a chance to wrap your arms around him and delve your hands into his lightly greying, soft hair.

     ‘God, fuck.’ You laughed.

     Orson was finally on his knees in front of you, his hands either side of your hips and his lips pressed to the only material separating him from what he really wanted to be kissing.

     ‘That’s it, darling, let me hear you.’ He panted, pulling your dress up and out of the way and inhaling deeply.

     Orson dragged his lips over your hips, his tongue coming out to taste the thin layer of sweat that had built up through shear arousal, it made him groan and lift your leg to drape over his shoulder. His hand slowly traced up the back of your leg, making your breath even shallower as he kissed his way between your legs.

     ‘Kaida,’ he growled, making you make some kind of noise in response. ‘Your pussy is beautiful.’

     You barely had time to groan before Orson’s whole tongue ran through your folds, slowly and intentionally.

     ‘God, yes, Orson.’ You moaned, laughing with delight as he repeated the movement over and over against, groaning hungrily into you. ‘I…’ you panted, trying to verbalise your thoughts. ‘Your hand.’

     It was enough to have him growling into you and Orson’s hand moving towards your centre. He went slowly, filled you with each finger, lapping your clit up, his other hand coming to hold your body in place while you laughed and groaned with each movement he made.

     ‘Fuck, Orson, faster.’ You panted again, Orson picked up the pace, but you still needed more. ‘A bit deeper.’ The second you said it you nearly screamed. ‘Yes!’ You laughed. ‘That’s it.’

     Orson didn’t stop, the stamina of his tongue alone was enough to please any woman. But the second you began thinking it, you were closer than ever.

     ‘Oh my god, yes, yes!’ You cried, tightening around his fingers and scratching his scalp not of your own volition.

     Orson slowed his pace, extracting every last little noise that he could from you, before softly kissing your clit. It was almost domestic, as if sealing his mark in some way.

     Suddenly the cool glass was heavenly against your hot skin. You felt Orson standing in front of you, but it took you a moment to open your eyes, when you did, it was to find he also had his eyes closed, as if tracing the memory once again. You decided to take one more moment to do the same.

     ‘Fuck, that was good.’ You finally breathed.

     Orson kissed you firmly, drinking you in as if the first time hadn’t been enough. He growled into every single movement, his hands cradling your face as you tasted his wet lips. It was never normally something you immediately wanted for, but the simple fact that he couldn’t get enough of you, was all you needed to kiss him just as fiercely.

     You wrapped your hands around his lean waist and felt your own hips pushing up into his, making him chuckle into you.

     Orson pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb drifting over your bottom lip, his jaw clenched for a moment, just trying to compose himself.

     ‘I’ll offer you a choice.’ He said, kissing you again, hungry for more. ‘I can either do that again, make you scream my name over and over,’ another devouring kiss. ‘Or we can put that pretty mouth of yours to better use.’

     The weakened whimper was all Orson needed to know what it was you really wanted. He smiled.

     ‘Good girl. Get on your knees.’

     He didn’t have to tell you twice. Orson watched you descend down his body until you were on your knees in front of him. With one hand he brushed his thumb over your lips, never taking his eyes away from yours, he was like a man possessed. The other rested on his silver belt buckle.

     ‘Are you going to let me do whatever I want with you?’ It was something about the power of him, the way you knew you were safe in his hands, all you needed to do was submit to the pleasure he was promising. You nodded and watched his mouth twitch into a smile. ‘Good girl.’

     Orson took his time, he let you hold his thighs for support, while his thumb dipped into your mouth, encouraging your tongue to swirl around the tip. You listened to his other hand slowly unbuckling his belt and felt your excitement rise.

     ‘Darling, what I wouldn’t give for a night with you completely at my mercy.’ He said, making your grip tighten in his thighs. ‘A beauty like you deserves to be ruined by men like me, wouldn’t you agree?’

     Orson removed his thumb for you to answer. You breathed a faint ‘yes’ and it was exactly what he wanted from you.

     Orson finally got his belt undone, his hand still held your jaw in place as he ran his other hand over himself a few times. He brushed the tip over your lips, just giving you a small taste of his cock, before gently and slowly feeding himself into your mouth.

     ‘Oh, that’s it, darling, hold it there for me.’ He said, bringing your hands up to wrap around his cock, while he took his jumper off, revealing a very lean man indeed. Fuck, he was beautiful, and your thoughts were so clear from your weakened sigh, vibrating around him. ‘Now you know the feeling.’ He laughed.

     Orson pulled his cock all the way out of your mouth, gently scooping up your hair, again running his thumb over your lips, before once again feeding his cock into your mouth. He made sure not to go too far just yet.

     ‘Fuck, you look so pretty wrapped around me like that.’ Orson was losing control over his breathing and it was making you wet all over again. ‘Will you let me fuck that pretty mouth?’ You found yourself instantly nodding and whimpering in desperation. ‘Yes? Is that what you want?’ He teased. ‘Okay, well you just let me know if it’s too much.’

     That wicked smile was back, and you really weren’t sure if you were ready for what was coming, but if it meant watching his gorgeous face sigh and moan with pleasure, then you wanted it.

     Orson made sure to grab your hair and slide his hand below your chin and down your throat. He held you in place, slowly testing how far he could feed himself into you before it was too much. Once he realised you could take him quite far, his thrusts increased.

     ‘That’s it, good girl.’ Orson moaned. ‘Just let me fuck you. You don’t have to do a single thing, just keep that mouth open for me.’ Orson encouraged, making you moan and whimper for more. ‘Oh fuck, I think you can handle a bit more. Yeah?’ You whimpered again.

     Suddenly you felt his hips snapping into you and a pace you had never taken anyone before. Orson swore and laughed as he fucked your mouth, he was loving every moment of making you feel beautiful.

     Without much warning, you felt him thrust into you and hold his cock there for a moment, you couldn’t breathe and began to choke. The second he felt you pushing his thighs back, he pulled all the way out.

     Orson was on knees with you, gently stroking your cheek, letting your hair go while you gasped for air.

     ‘Just breathe, darling.’ He said softly, soothingly. ‘Deep breaths, you’re okay.’ You did as he said and found you were okay again. ‘You need some water?’

     ‘I’m okay.’ You shook your head.

     ‘Good.’ He kissed your temple and gave you a moment to breathe on your own.

     You turned your head to kiss the side of his mouth, encouraging Orson to smile and sink into another passionate kiss.

     ‘May I be so bold?’ He asked, making you chuckle. ‘Can I do that again? You cannot fathom how beautiful it is to watch you choke on my cock like that.’

     Another weakened whimper was all he needed to know you wanted him to do it again.

     ‘Remember to breathe, darling.’ He said, almost teasing you, making you smile around his cock once again.

     The second time was easier, you were ready for it and able to hold him there longer. He told you over and over again how beautiful you were wrapped around his cock until you couldn’t take it anymore.

     He kissed you, whispered praise, stroked you face and smiled into another kiss.

     ‘I think it’s time for you to be rewarded.’ He growled, bringing you to stand with him. ‘I think it’s time we got you out of this dress.’

     Orson laughed with you and delicately began peeling your dress away. He was careful with it, acknowledging that it was probably quite expensive, he draped it over the back of one of the chairs in his hotel room.

     You took a moment, feeling the slight ache in your jaw, but relishing the cool glass behind you all the same.

     ‘Well, aren’t you something?’ Orson licked his lips, letting his eyes drift over your naked form, the only thing left was the diamond bracelet and sharp black heels. You smiled and tilted your head, feeling your face flush, much to Orson’s delight.

     He stepped up to you slowly, inhaling whatever perfume you’d put on that evening, his eyes fluttering closed as he pressed a soft kiss to your mouth.

     ‘I’ll not forget this night in a hurry.’ He whispered, his lips moving down your jaw towards your neck, softly biting the sensitive skin once again.

     ‘Fuck!’ You sighed deeply, noting how much it better it seemed to feel than before.

     ‘Whatever the lady wants.’ Orson chuckled into the crook of your neck, making you do the same as your hands ran over his broad shoulders.

     His rough hands ran down your sides, his mouth found yours once again as he lifted your leg around his waist. You could feel the tip of his cock nudging you, making you gasp.

     Orson stopped for a moment, softly kissing you. ‘You okay?’ He asked, gently.

     You smiled, nodding. ‘I’m okay, just…’

     ‘What?’ Orson pulled back a little to see your face clearer.

     You swallowed, almost nervously. ‘It’s just… as much as I’m enjoying this game…’ you cleared your throat, hoping it would buy you time to think about whether you should have said anything at all. ‘It’s just been a while.’

     Orson smiled, his dark blue eyes grazing over every part of your face. ‘Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier.’ You frowned, chuckling slightly. ‘You still trust me?’ You nodded, wondering what exactly he had planned. ‘Good.’

     Orson held your gaze, not letting you look away for a single second. He held your thigh around his waist, your hip in his other hand, you held onto his shoulders, occasionally playing with his soft hair.

     ‘Kaida.’ He whispered.

     Slowly and carefully, Orson pushed his hips into you, stretching you gloriously with every inch.

     ‘Fuck.’ You panted, letting your head lean back against the glass as you took in the feeling of finally being filled with him.

     Orson was breathing heavy into the crook of your neck, occasionally letting his tongue run along your collarbone. He suddenly growled and gently bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder.

     ‘If you were mine, I wouldn’t let you leave this room without marking your body. Let everyone know that only I get to see how beautiful you really are.’ Orson traced his teeth up your neck.

     ‘Fuck, Orson,’ you whimpered. ‘I’d fucking love that.’ You panted. He still hadn’t moved yet, still just letting you get used to him being inside you.

     ‘Darling,’ Orson pressed a firm kiss to your mouth. ‘Are you ready for me to fuck you yet?’

     ‘God yes.’ You laughed.

     Orson was slow and considerate for a while, just letting you get used to how deep he could go. He watched your every expression, every second of the way your face reacted to his thrusts and relished in all of it.

     He encouraged you to keep your leg wrapped around his waist for a moment, while he brought your hands above your head, you smiled loving every moment this man dominated your body.

     ‘Isn’t this what you wanted?’ He asked, almost mockingly. Holding your leg once again, while he kept your wrists in place above you. ‘The simple pleasure of being slowly dominated?’

     ‘Yes.’ You breathed.

     ‘And is it all you hoped for?’

     There was something genuine behind the question, not just another teasing line, but something compelled you to give in entirely to the game you were both playing.

     ‘Almost.’ You smiled, making Orson laugh.

     He kissed you again. ‘What can I do to make you feel beautiful, darling?’ He whispered against your lips.

     You swallowed thickly, unable to believe you were about to say this. ‘You can fuck me like you mean it.’

     Orson groaned, dragging his teeth across your bottom lip. His hips snapped up into you, forcing a higher pitched moan to echo out of you.

     ‘Oh, you have no idea what you’re asking for.’ He growled, but it only sent excitement rushing through you.

     Orson dipped his head, gently biting the soft flesh of your chest, before dragging his tongue all the way up your neck.

     ‘Fuck.’ He groaned, pulling away, dropping your leg and turning you around so that your body pressed against the cool glass. Orson pulled your hips towards him and for a moment you thought he would simply watch you in the faint reflection in glass, but soon you felt his cock easing back into you. His hand fisted your hair, his other hand wrapped around your waist, pressing his much warmer body to your back, and began fucking you at a pace you didn’t know you were ready for.

     You were no longer in control of any noise that came from your mouth. Orson didn’t stop fucking you, thrusting deep, keeping a relentless pace, one that would have you coming hard around him in no time.

      His hand delved between your legs and Orson found a rhythm to stroking your clit, clearly he needed you to come again.

      ‘Come on, darling, I know you can do it.’ He mocked. ‘Just let go for me.’

      ‘Fuck, Orson, yes!’ You cried, feeling yourself barely able to clench around him from how tight you were and how thick he was. It felt like wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, it was never ending.

     Orson slowed down, breathing steadily as he held your hips in place.

     He ran his palm over your back, as if committing it to memory. Orson leaned down to place a gentle kiss to your shoulder and you could feel his smile.

     ‘See all those people out there,’ he whispered into the hollow of your ear. ‘They all saw you and wanted to fuck you senseless.’ It sent a thrill through you once again. ‘But none of them will ever be able to appreciate just how fucking beautiful you are when filled with my cock.’

     You couldn’t stop the deep groan that echoed from your chest.

     ‘I think they’ve seen enough.’ Orson placed a swift kiss to your temple and slowly pulled himself out of you, making you whimper slightly. ‘Don’t worry darling, this is far from over. Get on the bed, on all fours.’

     Orson let you take a moment to compose yourself, your legs were weak, and he chuckled in understanding.

     ‘You’re so smug.’ You shook your head.

     ‘I have every reason to be.’ He shot back.

     You decided it was your turn to weaken him, and slowly climbed onto the bed, watching him every second you stretched yourself over the white sheets, arching your back so that your curves were on show for him.

     Orson shook his head, smiling, but the warning was still there.

     ‘Be careful, if you tease me too much, I may not be able to control myself.’

     ‘Where’s the fun in controlling yourself, Orson?’ You let your head rest against the sheets, still watching him, never taking your gaze away. His face became one of almost defeat. ‘I’m right here, ready for the taking.’

     ‘Fucking hell.’ Orson breathed out, immediately striding towards the bed, pushing himself inside you and groaning out. ‘Fuck,’ he laughed. ‘You have no idea what you’ve done.’

     ‘I do hope I’m about to find out.’ You had no idea where this new side of you had come from, but Orson was relishing in it, and it was filling you with a new excitement.

     Orson pushed a little deeper, taking a moment to compose himself before giving in completely.

     Once again, his pace was relentless. He held your hips, keeping you in place as he cried out how good you felt, unable to stop himself. Orson suddenly reached for your hands, holding your wrists in place behind your back, his other hand found your hair once again and gently pulled up enough that your back arched perfectly for him.

     ‘Fuck, Kaida, you’re so beautiful.’ He panted, seemingly unable to control his words any longer. ‘Fuck.’ He pulled you up a little more, trapping your hands between your back and his lean stomach, his hand was then free to snake around and gently play with your nipples.

     ‘Oh my god.’ You whimpered.

     ‘That good, yeah?’ He teased.

     ‘Yes.’ You moaned. ‘Just… harder.’

     ‘Harder?’ Orson smiled. ‘You mean you want me to fuck you harder, or…?’ Orson pinched your nipple between his finger and thumb, making you almost scream. ‘There she is.’ He chuckled darkly. ‘I want to hear you begging for it.’ You weren’t sure you had the energy. ‘Beg me to play with your breasts and I might let you come.’

     ‘Please?’ You whimpered.

     ‘Is that it?’ He said, still fucking you and softly running his thumb over your nipple, none of it was enough. ‘Come on darling, let me know how much you really want it.’

     ‘Please, Orson, please.’ You cried out desperately. ‘Please, I want to come, please make me come.’

     ‘Tell me, come on now.’ God, he really meant it when he wanted you to beg.

     ‘Please.’ You begged again, allowing the desperation to pour out of you. ‘Please play with me, fuck me harder, mark me like I’m yours. Please, I need it.’

     Those seemed to be the magic words to make him fuck you deeper, pinch your nipples until you were almost crying with how good it felt, and finally he bit hard into your shoulder, sucking at the skin and making sure you never forgot who did this to you.

     ‘Come for me, darling.’ He panted and you could feel how close he was himself. ‘Come on, that’s it, show me how beautiful you really are.’

      ‘Fuck, Orson, fuck, yes!’ Your whole body shook around his cock. Orson groaned into your neck, holding you against him, feeling every moment of both of you coming hard.

     You both panted for a minute or two, Orson loosened his grip in your hair and let your hands free from between your bodies. You were both shaking, but Orson chuckled and still somehow inside of you, he lay you both down, his arms around your body, taking in the soothing afterglow.

     You could feel the aches beginning to set in your muscles, but every second was worth it.

     Orson managed to lift himself up onto his elbow, he moved your hair out of the way and traced his fingers over your shoulder.

     ‘Well, you’ll definitely have a mark there in the morning.’ He chuckled, but it only panicked you for a moment. ‘Don’t worry, you won’t be able to see it, I made sure it was far enough back that a shirt will cover it.’

     You laughed. ‘That was very considerate of you.’

     ‘I’m sure you’ve noticed I have my moments of consideration.’ He chuckled and slowly pulled himself out of you. You suddenly hated the lack of contact.

     You heard the bathroom light come on and Orson running the tap, but when he came back, he poured a glass of water from a bottle in the fridge.  

     He drank a little and helped you sit up on the edge of the bed, handing the glass to you. You hadn’t realised how shaky you had become, but that smug smirk was back, making you roll your eyes and laugh.

     ‘I hope it’s not too forward,’ Orson started, almost making you choke on your water. Forward was not really a concern of yours in that moment. ‘But truly, you are beautiful.’ The sincerity in his crystal blue eyes was enough to send much more delicate warm rushes through you.

     You swallowed another mouthful of water. ‘Thank you.’ You whispered, making him smile. He understood what you were thanking him for.

     ‘If you’d like to stay, you’re more than welcome.’ He said, kissing your shoulder, tenderly. ‘You don’t need to feel pressured to leave any time soon.’

     Again, it wasn’t exactly what you expected, but it was what you asked for. A night to feel worth worshipping and that was exactly what you got.

     You stayed a little while, you lay in bed together talking about nothing of importance, Orson had asked you about what you did for a living, but it was classified, he respected that and moved on.

     At some point you’d both fallen asleep, Orson with his arms wrapped around your body, but the sun was starting to come up and you needed to get back to your hotel and get ready for your first meeting in your new position.

     You left Orson still sleeping and thought on how wonderful the night had really been. You felt beautiful and worshipped and like nothing else in the world was worth the time.

     You managed to get back to your hotel without anyone important noticing you do the walk of shame, you showered and tried not to focus on the aches that now set into your bones.

     It wasn’t a common occurrence for you to look dressed up in work uniform, but catching yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but think you looked rather pretty. You face still had a little colour from the night before, and your confidence was through the roof. You supposed it mattered more how you felt about yourself than anything, and on this morning, you felt amazing.

     You caught the transporter ship that was taking you up to your new station and spent the next couple hours you had going over your new assignment. The few acquaintances you made did the same thing, but in amongst that, they spoke about the project leads and who to watch out for.

     Finally, you were inside the station, you quickly dropped your things off in your new quarters and made your way to the department heads meeting. It wasn’t anything to worry about, it was just introductory, but another one of the heads, Colonel Sebastian Derma had given you a stellar piece of advice.

     ‘Just watch out for the Director and you’ll be fine.’ Derma said, as you both took your seats at the table, waiting for the Director to turn up.

     ‘Why? What’s his deal?’ You half smiled.

     ‘He’s just very demanding, a bit of a lunatic if you ask me, and has a temper like you wouldn’t believe.’ He continued. ‘You won’t find a sympathetic ear with him if anything goes wrong.’

     ‘So, he’s uptight?’

     ‘That’s a nice way of putting it.’ He chuckled. ‘I think he just needs to get laid, loosen up a bit.’

     You chuckled quietly while everyone else got back to gossiping, while you took a soothing deep breath. Your shoulder was still sore from the night before, and you couldn’t help but try to massage the muscle.

     Suddenly everyone on the opposite side of the table began stand at attention, you did the same thing. You felt someone standing behind you and took another deep soothing breath.

     ‘You may take your seats.’

     You felt your whole body freeze, your blood was cold and suddenly all of your confidence began draining away. You knew that voice. That voice had drowned you in pleasure the night before.

     ‘Something to say, Colonel Sarlin?’

     You suddenly noticed that the rest of the table had sat down and you still remained standing.

     ‘Oh, no-‘ you stopped yourself speaking, reminding yourself that he was no longer Orson, he was your boss. ‘Director.’ You gave an awkward smile as you finally took your seat.

     That crystal blue gaze remained on you as you did, something annoyingly playful sat behind it. Why was he so smug?

     ‘I’m sure you all know, my name is Director Orson Krennic,’ he was loving every moment of this. Why did he have to look so good in uniform? ‘And I will be leading this project until it’s completion. You will all be under my supervision until then.’ No one else seemed to notice that he couldn’t take his eyes off you, an echo of the previous night, making your cheeks flush much to his amusement if that smug smirk was anything to go by. ‘Now, let’s begin.’

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Krennic's rooms - Aesthetic Headcanon

Hi, my name is Pauline and i have a new passion : Make room Aesthetic. That's insane.

I can't stop imagine take a glasses of wine or champagne with the Director in his appartements on Coruscant or another empire base.

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Here’s my Comic-Inspired Art for @nahoney22’s awesome Thrawn x Reader fanfic with Director Krennic. ✨

You can find the fic, A Warrior’s Need, here.

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Lace & Leather || Sugar Daddy!Orson Krennic x fem!Reader

Rating: +18 (smut)

Word count: 3k

Content/Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex, Dom/sub dynamics, soft Dom!Krennic, Sugar Daddy/baby dynamics, some daddy kink, power imbalance, mild possessive behaviour, slight degradation, cock warming, oral sex (male receiving), alcohol consumption, praise kink (lots of this hgdhad), uniform kink, boot play (is that the name???). Let me know if I left anything out, please.

Notes: This is just a very self indulgent fic don't look at me hfhsdbc Thirsting over older men hours

It’s also on AO3!

As director Krennic's sugar baby, there was nothing in the galaxy that he couldn't provide for you, if you asked nicely. You only had to do one thing in return...

The agreement you had with director Krennic was simple. You didn't have to do anything really, just enjoy whatever activities you wanted to do. Learning, developing new skills, relaxing in the huge bathtub, taking care of yourself, enjoying all the luxuries the director could provide. He spared no expense to make you completely comfortable and satisfied in that magnificent station. You could have anything you wished for as long as you were there, you had only one single duty in return for it all.

You received the usual message that Orson was about to finish his day's work. As the man in charge of the greatest project the Empire had ever undertaken, the stakes were high, very high. His days were long and demanding in comparison to yours, so how could you not agree with your part of the deal? 

You picked out one of the last sets of lingerie he'd bought for you, a white lacy one, so very revealing yet elegant and sophisticated. You shuddered when you remembered his eyes darkening when he saw you trying it in front of him for the first time, having to maintain composure in that expensive boutique until you arrived at his flat in Coruscant, where he unleashed on you all that lust he'd been hiding for hours. 

You prepared yourself and stood facing the front door of the luxurious accommodations reserved for the station director, taking up the position he required of you. On your knees, hands on your thighs and head down, eyes fixed on your hands. Those were your only instructions once you received that message.  

And waiting.  

The rest would be up to him. 

Sometimes he would arrive and simply want to relax with you on the couch or on the bed, or he would prepare the bathtub, where you always loved to wash and massage his body after a tough day. Other times he would simply use you, turning you over on the nearest surface and fucking you with little warning or time to adjust to him. That's why there was another rule you would have to follow. Making sure you were wet and ready for him at all times. 

Not that you found it difficult, especially when you were on your knees, as you were now, with only silence all around you that would only be disrupted by the sound of his boots approaching from behind the door. The anticipation of not knowing which version of Krennic you were about to meet that night helped to gather between your legs the wetness he expected. Just for him. 

When you heard the door slide open, you didn't look up, but you knew it was him. You could sense the smile of approval on his face, confirmed by the way he stroked your hair with his hand as he passed you, as if you were a precious pet of his waiting faithfully for its owner to come home. And in a way, that was the case. 

You only allowed yourself to look up when he returned seconds later and squatted down in front of you, lifting your chin to make you look into his tired, but deep and caring blue eyes. He brought his face closer, pressing his lips to your forehead in a tender kiss. You let yourself get lost in his scent, he always smelled so intoxicatingly good. 

His lips were still on your forehead when you heard a soft click under your chin. It was the leash that matched the collar around your neck, the leash you were not allowed to touch under any circumstances, that was only for Krennic to do. He always carried it with him. The collar, on the other hand, you always had to wear, whether at home or in public. It was a beautiful collar, made especially for you with the best quality materials. The leather around it was smooth and the inside was covered with fur, soft enough so it wouldn't hurt you from wearing it all day long. On the front, small diamonds formed the initials O.K. A reminder to you, and anyone you crossed paths with at the station, of who you belonged to. 

“Have you been a good girl today?” He asked, stroking your cheek with his index finger still covered by his leather glove. 

“Yes, Daddy.” It was an instinctive but sincere response. 

He smiled contentedly at your response and rose to his feet again, tugging gently on the leash for you to follow him, crawling behind him to the plush black couch in the centre of the large room. As usual, you waited on your knees in silence for his command as you watched him pour a drink into his glass. Then, he sank down on the sofa, letting out a deep sigh. 

“Let’s do some inspection first, shall we?” He wasn't really asking you; it was the first thing he did when he saw you when the day was over. Always. Without protest, you parted your legs and Orson leaned forward, full glass in one hand as he pushed your panties aside with the other. His eyes were locked on yours when you felt his leather-covered finger play around your entrance, coating it with your fluids before slipping it inside you. You bit your lip in arousal, unable to stop your whining sounds. Your hips moved involuntarily against his hand, but you froze when he gave you that stern look of his. 

He withdrew his finger moments later to examine the slippery, sticky fluid you had left on his glove. “Good girl, always soaking and ready for me, aren’t you?” He praised you before brushing his soaked finger against your lips, which you parted to welcome it into your mouth. The taste of leather and your own fluids mingled on your tongue. You moaned around it, making a lewd sound that Krennic could feel in his crotch. 

"Care helping Daddy with his belt, my dear?" You knew the meaning behind those words, and you could feel yourself salivating in anticipation. You unbuckled his belt, fighting the urge to rush, but Krennic didn't like rushing, not when instead he could observe your every gesture, your every glance, your body's every reaction to his words and his touch, how your pupils dilated and your cheeks flushed with every praise and every unseemly thing he asked you to do. 

You released his semi-erect member, you didn't have to wait for instructions, you knew what was demanded of you. You took his shaft in your hand and stroke it a few times, slowly, as you knew he liked it. You watched him as he took a sip from his drink. Fuck, he looked incredibly attractive like that, so imposing in his full uniform, you felt like you were meant to be there, knelt before him. You ran your tongue flat against the tip of his cock and you watched him close his eyes and sigh heavily at the warmth of your tongue. You licked his length a few more times before taking it into your mouth, caressing it with your tongue, bobbing your head as you took him further and further, feeling his cock twitch and harden in your mouth. 

"That's it, slowly... just like that... good girl." He tugged on the leash the moment he felt his tip touching the back of your throat. Stay there. That’s what it meant. And you held that position, using only your tongue to bring him pleasure as you struggled not to gag. Seeing you making such efforts to please him was even more arousing for him than any other thing. The station employees obeyed him because they told to or because they feared him, you obeyed because you craved it. The depraved things you were willing to do for him, the way you looked at him with doe eyes as you tried your best to take him whole into your mouth. 

How could he resist testing you some more? 

You felt him move his leg underneath you, followed by an unexpected pressure between your legs that made you jolt. The tip of his boot was now brushing against your clit through the delicate fabric of your lingerie as your whines and moans were muffled by his cock deep in your mouth. The prospect of a reward for good behaviour encouraged you to hold the position despite the tears building up in your eyes and the urge to buck your hips for more friction. 

The director laid back on the sofa and watched the little show while enjoying his drink, he wished he could have you like this, moaning and struggling around his cock for hours. He was aware you were focusing your mind on not cumming, you already knew he wouldn’t be pleased if you came without permission. However, he took pity on you after a few minutes, bringing a hand to your hair to run his fingers through it and gently tugged on it to release you and let your beathing come back to normal. 

“My poor girl, you’re so needy, aren’t you?” You cheeks were so flushed because of the effort he found you so adorable at that moment. His gloved hand cupped your face, brushing away your tears as he spoke. “But you did such a good job, my little one. You may keep rubbing yourself against me, I’ll even let you cum whenever you’re ready...” 

Your eyes filled with gratitude when you heard his words. “Oh stars, thank you, sir.” And the next thing you knew you were clinging to his leg with your forehead resting on his thigh, panting and moaning against him as you rode his boot. How humiliating would it be if someone saw you in that state? Kneeling in front of a man of his position, rubbing against his leg like a bitch in heat? The thought only made the pressure in your belly build up even faster. Noticing how close you were, Krennic moved your hair aside so he could appreciate your flushed face as you pursued an orgasm that didn't take long to come. 

“There you are... cum for me babygirl, let me hear those needy cries of yours.” And that was all, you knew you couldn’t have kept yourself from cumming even if you wanted. You gripped his leg tightly as your vision blurred and you rode your orgasm, crying loudly. The lace of your underwear was so thin you could almost feel the leather directly against your mound, so you moved your hips erratically against his leg to seek more and more pleasure until you could find it no more. 

You rested your clouded head on his knee to catch your breath. Krennic leaned forward to place the empty glass on the small table in front of the couch. He must have finished his drink while you were immersed in your own pleasure. When he judged you'd had enough rest, he withdrew his foot from below you and made a disapproving sound when he saw it. 

“Oh look at that, little one...” You looked down at his boot to see a white, slick stain. You hadn't noticed your own fluids had leaked through your lingerie; but you were dripping wet, there was no way you could've helped it! 

“I’m... I’m sorry, Daddy... I’ll be more careful next time...” That was all you managed to say, unable to look him in the eye, but the director lifted your chin to meet your eyes warmly. 

“It’s alright, sweetheart, don’t you worry about that. However, what do we do when we make a mess, my dear?” You didn't reply, he never wanted you to reply, only to do what you had to do. Eager to please him once more, you brought your head to the level of his boot and stuck out your tongue to slide it slowly over it, licking and collecting your fluids. You didn't know which felt more humiliating, rubbing against his leg until cumming as you had done, or that. But you didn't care, in fact, you were already starting to feel the familiar tingle between your legs again, making you squeeze your thighs together. 

When you were sure you had left no trace of your slick behind, you sat back up to wait for Krennic's reaction. He seemed genuinely pleased with your work. 

“Well done, my baby. Now, come here...” He helped you off the floor onto his lap, your legs on either side of his thighs, and he tugged the leash to pull you closer to him and kiss you. His tongue in your mouth tasted like the expensive liquor he had just finished; it tasted so fucking delightful your mind felt foggy once again and you couldn’t do anything but deepen the kiss. Without parting his lips from yours, he took off his gloves and put them aside on the couch. Now his warm hands roamed your arms and back so gently, lingering on each of his favourite parts of your body. You always felt so safe in his arms you wished you could stay like that forever. 

Krennic only broke the kiss to leave more kisses, on your cheeks, on your jaw, on your neck... His hands moved to your breasts to fondle them, hardening your nipples above your bra with his thumbs. As much as he was enamoured of your bare body, some of the lingerie sets you sometimes wore for him begged to stay on your body, so delicate in comparison to the way he liked to treat you at times. The contrast never failed to drive him wild. He only allowed himself to pull one of the cups aside to free your breast and take it into his mouth, making you gasp with pleasure as he licked and sucked on your now hardened nipple. 

His free hand slipped between your legs to push your panties to the side once again. He teased your entrance with the tip of his now fully stiff cock before pulling you down by your hips. You were so drenched it slid all the way in with ridiculous ease, making him chuckle at the slippery sound you made. 

“Poor needy thing, you’ve been waiting for this all day, haven’t you?” You could only respond with a whine, feeling too heavenly full of him, and began to rock your hips, wanting to feel his thick cock everywhere inside you. “Waiting so eager to make Daddy feel good, that’s it... good girl.” He said with one hand resting on your hip as he tugged on the leash with the other, keeping you in place, allowing you to move only your hips, letting you know that even though you were the one on top tonight, he was the one in charge. He always loved to have his property under complete control. 

With your hands clutching the back of the couch, you kept moving as you knew he liked best, at a pace that was not too fast, but steady, rolling your hips every time you sank back down on him. The grunts coming from his throat sent shivers down your spine and made you clench your cunt around him, making him throb right against your sensitive spot. You felt yourself getting close again, every pull on the leash reminding you of your place, and every praise letting you know how good you were at remembering it. You only needed his permission and a hard pull on your bare nipple to send you over the edge once again. “There, let yourself go, that’s my girl...” You lost control of your body, erratically moving your hips on Krennic's cock as the pleasure consumed you, and you wanted more and more and more of it. 

Your orgasm had barely faded when Krennic gripped your hips tightly with both hands to hold you in place and began to thrust upwards, fast and hard, punishing your oversensitive cunt right after you had cum. It felt rather uncomfortable and you complained with a whimper, looking into Krennic's lust-filled eyes as yours teared up. “Shh... it’s okay, my sweet girl.” He reassured you with an almost condescending tone. “Just give me another one, you can do it.” 

You collapsed on top of him with your arms around his neck as he marked your flesh with his fingers, seeking his own pleasure in your sore cunt. The room filled with slippery and slapping sounds, his cock was hot and throbbing inside you, rubbing your spot so roughly the pressure in your belly began to build up again in no time. There was no way of holding it back at this point. “There it is, make Daddy proud.” He encouraged you by bringing one hand to your clit to play with it with his thumb. And it came even harder than the previous one. 

All your senses abandoned you, your eyes rolled back and your vision blurred, unable to feel anything but the director's cock sending the endless waves of your climax all over your body. You were pretty sure that whole sector of the station could hear your cries, but you didn't care, and certainly Krennic couldn’t care less either. In fact, knowing that everyone could hear how good he was making you feel, that those beautiful moans and whimpers belonged to him and no one else, was enough to make him spill himself deep inside you, his own grunts and panting masked by the last remnants of your screams. 

Your legs were shaking on either side of Krennic's thighs by the time you were both sated. Your head rested on his shoulder and you buried your face in his neck, never getting enough of that delicious scent of his. He wrapped his arms around your body, stroking your hair as he whispered in your ear what a good girl you had been to him, his cock still inside you. 

After a few minutes, Krennic murmured in your ear. “Alright, little one, why don’t you help me get off this uniform so we can have a bath together?” Your answer was barely a whisper through your tired smile. 

After that promised bath, where you washed eachother’s signs of your previous pleasure, you cuddled together, naked on the large bed, and his loving, soft kisses on your forehead were the last thing you felt before falling asleep is his warm arms. 

Tagging: @starlady66 @lady-of-imladris @thesolarangel 💖 (first non RoP fic so I wasn't sure who wanted to be tagged)

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Dear God in Heaven please sir I can’t handle this anymore 🥵😩….like mmhm god

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Omg your Orson content is to die for, is there any chance of requesting a FemReader forbidden love fic?

Your writing is so goddamn addictive!

Hope you’re having an amazing day and keep doing good work, we appreciate it all!

JD

A/N: you're a patient angel JD, thank you for waiting! this is part one (of 3 most likely). I am incapable of leaving an excellent prompt like this to one part only! hope it's everything you wanted. more to come soon! <3

The Color of Love: Pt1

FemReader x Orson Krennic Warnings: not proofread Word count: 2706

*For those who may not be familiar with the Star Wars extended universe... BBY = Before Battle of Yavin (events in A New Hope) Rugan is a planet I created

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Rugan, Outer Rim 4 BBY

The doors to the palace hall swung open, a hush falling over the crowded hall as you and your three brothers strode into the throng of guests. Your eldest brother had chosen a light champagne color for the occasion; the rest of you had donned identical shades of the same fabric, although different cuts. Elmir wore a floor length robe that left his bare chest and a heavy pendant of blue azurite exposed to the warm evening air. Your other brothers - Favel and Prahn - were in matching, single-shouldered togas that hung down to their ankles. They preferred to wear the same outfits, often confusing members of the court and congress as they were identical twins. Lastly, you’d chosen a close-fitting, off-the-shoulder gown with a train that fanned across the black marble floor behind you. All four of you wore white-gold crowns of varying designs. Normally, all of the attendees at court would be clad in dark blue, grays, and blacks. Only members of Ruganian royalty were permitted to wear light colors at court. On a normal day, the four of you would be the only points of light in a sea of darkness. Today, however, was far from ordinary.

Your eyes swept over the crowd, silently counting how many crisp, white uniforms you saw. Ever since the Empire had occupied three of Rugan’s eighteen moons for kyber mining, the snow-colored uniforms of Imperial Science Officers had become an increasingly common sight in Ruganian court. It pained you deeply to see how blatantly the Empire disregarded the customs of your home planet. Color had always been an incredibly important part of Ruganian ceremony, largely due to the monochromatic, gray rock landscape of your homeworld. Rugan was a rugged planet, hospitable only thanks to the incredibly advanced climate-control science of Ruganian royalty. Color was a luxury afforded to your people because of your family’s heritage, and to shirk the customs of ceremonial color was an affront to your legacy. 

You and your brothers glided solemnly across the floor, the crowd parting around you as you passed. Those native to your home bowed deeply in a sign of respect. The Imperial Science Officers who were here as representatives of the Empire watched dispassionately. They never bowed. Their suspicious, superior gazes followed you closely, but not out of love or reverence. 

Once you and your brothers had taken your customary seats at the far end of the palace hall, the spectators began to self-segregate to the outer edges of the hall. The Ruganian Senators - elected leaders who spoke on the interests of your people - began to assemble at the bottom of the dais on which you sat, while the Imperial Science Officers moved with intentional indifference. You forced your face to remain smooth as you let your hatred of the Empire sizzle in your eyes, your gaze lighting momentarily on each Officer as the Senators began their opening votes. For the most part, each Officer either returned your hateful stare with a bland expression of boredom or ignored you entirely. You knew the Empire saw you and your brothers as futile figureheads; Ruganian royalty held only a ceremonial position in government, acting as mediators for the Senators. This rendered you dispensable in the eyes of the Empire, and you had little doubt that if they’d felt confident that your assassinations wouldn’t lead to an uprising, you’d long be dead. The intensity of your hatred for the Empire clashed harshly with their apathy for you. It was enough to make your blood boil.

You let that festering rage consume you as your eyes continued to rake the crowd. Partially, you liked the silent challenge of staring long enough at an Officer to catch their eye. Elmir had also asked you to count the Officers. Each time the Empire sent some of its Science Officers to your planet’s court, there was a different number present. This was done intentionally by the Empire; they wanted to obscure the exact strength of their force garrisoned on Rugan’s outermost moon. For some reason, Elmir had reason to believe that the number present at today’s court was important, and he’d given you strict instructions to get an exact count. He hadn’t brought you into his confidence as to why he’d given you this task, although you knew it was because he was secretly working with a few of the more radical Senators on a plan to rebel against the Imperial presence on Rugan. There were rumors circulating that a galaxy-wide Rebellion was taking shape, and you knew those rumors had emboldened some on Rugan, Elmir included. 

You tried to quell the rage inside by reminding yourself of the importance of your task. As a few of the more loquacious Senators began to drone on about Rugan’s taxation practices, you forced yourself to begin a recount of the Officers present. You wanted to be certain of the number. Your eyes darted between them more quickly this time, although you took care not to be too obvious in your task lest someone notice and get suspicious. 

Thirty six… thirty seven…

Your gaze slid to the thirty-eighth Imperial Science Officer you’d counted thus far. He was watching the proceedings with an intensity that his fellow Officers didn’t share. His eyes darted between the various Senators, studying the proceedings of Ruganian court with a shrewdness that both unsettled and impressed you. You vaguely recognized him: sharp profile, brown hair peppered with gray, tall and lean, with soft blue eyes. You had a faint memory of seeing him in the palace gardens. His presence there, while not strictly forbidden, was unusual and you remember being struck by how very normal he seemed as he’d meandered aimlessly through the cultivated rows of wildflowers, appreciating each with a tenderness you’d thought a member of the Empire entirely incapable of. As that memory danced in your mind, your gaze lingered on him. He was handsome, you noted. There was a quickness in his gaze that betrayed a man of intelligence; his posture was straight and proud, his mouth puckered somewhat in concentration. You felt your brows furrow slightly as you had the disturbing realization that you were attracted to him. 

In that same instant, he turned his head in your direction, his piercing blue eyes locking with yours. He was looking right at you. Your heart went still in your chest as the air evaporated in your lungs. 

Only barely managing not to squirm in your seat, you tore your gaze away. You couldn’t keep a wave of heat from rising up your throat and staining your cheeks. You tried to still your mind, refocus on your task. Thirty nine… forty… forty one… The last thing you needed was a distraction. Forty two… forty three… Surely it couldn’t be that special that a Science Officer would take an interest in the renowned gardens of Rugan. Forty four… forty five… forty six… And after all, he was from the Empire. Whatever good he might have had, whatever intelligence he possessed, it was all being twisted and used against your people. Forty seven… forty eight… 

Against yourself, you let your eyes slip back to him after what you thought had been a generous amount of time. You were horrified to find him still staring at you, his gaze losing none of its intensity. You caught a glimpse of satisfaction in his eyes, as if you’d confirmed something he’d hypothesized. The simmering heat in your blood boiled at the sight of his smug smirk, your nostrils flaring in anger. 

“You there.”

Your voice cut through the droning pedantics of an old Senator. The crowd rustled in interest before the hall fell absolutely silent. Your brothers turned towards you in shock. It was beyond unusual for you to speak during a session of Congress, let alone to interrupt a Senator. You didn’t let your mind linger too long on the implications of your actions, trusting your instincts as you pointed at the handsome, blue-eyed Officer.

“Step forward, Officer.”

The command in your voice was final, the product of years of training. You had the unnerving sensation that the Officer didn’t obey you out of respect for your station, but rather out of a desire to save you the embarrassment of his disobedience. He shot you a surprised yet thoroughly amused glance as he wove through the parting crowd towards the bottom of the dais.

“My lady,” he murmured softly as he bowed. His bow was deeper than what was typical for an Imperial Officer. You wondered if he was mocking you with that bow, although you didn’t detect anything but curiosity in his voice.

“What is your name?”

Next to you, Favel shifted uncomfortably in his seat. You were breaking all manner of protocol, and by allowing you to continue your brothers were complicit. You had very little sense of what direction your actions were pointing you towards, but you were in too deep now. 

“Orson Krennic, my lady. Lieutenant Commander.” 

Orson Krennic. A harsh name. 

“Tell me, Lieutenant Commander, do you make it a habit to loiter in the private gardens of every planet you and your ilk occupy? Or is there something particular about my gardens that you enjoy?” 

You could practically feel your brothers’ bewildered and irate gazes boring holes in the side of your head. They weren’t your private gardens, of course; they were the property of Ruganian royalty, but they were open to your people and to guests of Rugan. You wouldn’t consider the Empire guests, exactly, although fear of retaliation had forced you to treat them as such. The lie had slipped off your tongue as easily as water off a leaf, but it was a dangerous lie. To say nothing of the disrespectful manner in which you’d referred to the assembled Imperial Science Corps. You heard a muffled whisper of irritation and protest spread through the Officers as you fixed Orson Krennic with an icy stare. He returned your gaze with a bit less amusement than before, although there was a softness in his eyes that kept the blush from completely evaporating from your cheeks.

“Forgive me, my lady,” he replied after a moment of calculation. His voice was a bit louder in an effort to talk over the rising murmur of anger in the other Imperial Officers. They fell quiet as they waited for him to continue. 

“I certainly didn’t mean any disrespect by my actions,” he went on. You couldn’t tell if you imagined that he was trying not to smile at you. “I suppose I’ll have to chalk it up to my love of beautiful things.”

There was no mistaking the way he lingered on the last two words. For the second time in as many minutes, you had to force yourself not to visibly writhe on your throne. The hall was once again tensely silent as all eyes turned to you, waiting for you to reply. You felt your mouth go dry as your mind turned to vapor. No sharp retort came to mind, and the silence stretched.

Elmir cleared his throat as he tried to refocus the conversation away from you. Your brothers knew you well enough to see that you were unnerved, although you prayed that they couldn’t deduce why.

“I believe my sister meant to inquire as to the nature of your repeated visits to the garden, Lieutenant Commander.” You relaxed slightly as Orson’s attention shifted off of you and onto your eldest brother. “We have taken notice that you visit the gardens on a regular basis, always in the evenings around the dinner bell and always alone. More cynical minds might consider your behavior suspicious.”

You tried to conceal the surprise you felt on the inside. You’d seen Orson before in the gardens, that much was true, although it seemed you weren’t half as observant as Elmir. You’d never noticed that he visited at a particular time of day, or that he was reliably alone. 

Although you were still recovering from the embarrassment of your outburst, it was Orson’s turn to trip over his tongue. All trace of levity had vanished from his eyes as he stammered out a reply to your brother’s question.

“My lord, I apologize for arousing your suspicion, although I swear to you on the Empire that my intentions were not malicious.”

As you watched him squirm uncomfortably under Elmir’s gaze, you felt an urge to intercede on his behalf. 

“Surely then you will not mind sharing your reasons for visiting the gardens,” Elmir pushed again. He sensed he had Orson cornered; there was a note of victory in his voice.

Orson swallowed thickly as he ducked his eyes down slightly. 

“As I said, I am an admirer of beauty. I haven’t seen such a collection of Nubian roses since I left my home planet.” Your mouth curled slightly at the oblique complement. The Nubian roses were your crowning achievement, the centerpiece of the gardens. You had the seeds shipped especially from Naboo, and you had gone to great pains to recreate the exact specifications of their home planet’s soil, mixing the alkaline and acidic elements yourself. Nubian roses weren’t a showy plant by any means, although a true gardener knew their temperamental nature and had an appreciation for their understated blooms. 

“For someone with an eye as keen to beauty as you claim, Lieutenant Commander, you have chosen one of the least remarkable specimens our gardens have to offer.” Your brother Favel was far from a true gardener, and he’d always scoffed at those ridiculous little flowers you’d spent so many years cultivating. He was obtuse and boastful, and he delivered the rebuke with such confidence that you almost winced at the ignorance in his statement. You caught a flicker of the same emotion in Orson’s eyes as they danced in your direction. 

A faint chuckle rippled around the crowd at Favel’s comment. The onlookers were glad to have the tension broken, and you felt the relief from both the Ruganians and the Imperial Officers alike. Although he clearly knew your brother’s opinion to be woefully misinformed, Orson too appeared grateful for the comedic respite. 

“I will have to defer to the expert knowledge of my hosts,” Orson ceded graciously, an indulgent smile spreading across his handsome face. “And I will be careful not to act in a manner that causes you to question my character further.”

Orson’s eyes met each of your brothers in turn before finally settling on you as he finished his sentence. He bowed almost imperceptibly towards you, the gesture so fleeting that you wondered if you’d really seen it. 

“Well, let us all move past this then, shall we? A short recess before our proceedings continue.” Elmir relaxed in his chair, signaling an end to the highly unusual inquiry that had sidetracked the affair. Taking their cue from Elmir’s body language, the assembly broke into relieved chatter. Orson retreated from his spot at the foot of the dais, vanishing into the crowded hall. Your eyes followed him for as long as they could before you lost track of him amongst the crowd. You felt a twinge of disappointment when he didn’t look back at you. 

There was an energy to the chatter that was unusual for the palace hall. The unorthodox departure from procedure seemed to have invigorated the onlookers; their conversations were more lively and exuberant than typical. Grateful to have something to focus on other than the irritating urge to follow Orson Krennic into the crowd, you let your mind meander around the hall. You noted a few clusters of Imperial Science Officers standing together, heads bowed in serious conversation and exchanging dark looks. A few of them shot pointed glares your way. The implications of your actions caught up with you as you realized that you’d angered them. Your pointed and public questioning of a member of the Empire reflected poorly on Rugan, you realized. You felt your stomach twist into knots as you began to consider how the Empire might react to your outburst. That worry was enough to distract you from all thoughts of Orson Krennic for the rest of the day’s proceedings.

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Hi, love! 💙

May I request a F!Reader x Thrawn? NSFW.

Jealous Thrawn , NSFW, tension with Director Orson Krennic~

Reader is an imperial intern in training & stationed to work under the Admiral for anything needed to make up community hours. Reader has had a good idea that Thrawn probably disliked them due to his distant & cold demeanor around reader & slight remarks. Reader is not too fond of the Chiss, finds them ‘rude’, but still obeys (loyal to the empire).

However Reader finds out that’s far from the truth when invited to an Imperial Ball, getting hit on by other superiors (Director Krennic, slight Rivalry between both men from Death Star vs Tie fighter Project), making Thrawn jealous & admit “someone like yourself can make a man like me lose control & do the most unimaginable of things, and suddenly my loyalty & devotion becomes all yours.”

A Warrior’s Needs***

Grand Admiral Thrawn X F!Reader

word count: 8.7k

Sneaky peak at my collab with @raevulsix 🤍 ^

When invited to the Imperial Ball to act as a spy, your galaxy is turned upside down when you witnessed your Boss, Thrawn, get jealous.

warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language, dom!Thrawn, sub!reader, smut, dirty talk, praises, p in v sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, face fuck, multiple positions, finger sucking, biting & marking, mating press, creampie, aftercare, doubtful reader, brief mentions of alcohol, jealous and possessive thrawn, kinda boss x secretary, shy imperial female reader who wears a white dress with slit. Director Krennic flirting with reader. NSFW ART. Not proofread. Also noticed I didn’t hit the brief entirely but it’s more or less on point 😅

Includes Fanart by the incredible Raevulsix that can be found here and the NSFW one here so go give her all the support and reblogs! 🤍

Authors note: oh, bestie here we go! This is my first time writing for Thrawn so I hope I portrayed him somewhat okay - I never kinda finished rebels yes I know bad girl. Co-wrote with @raevulsix 🤍

The seemingly endless day was filled with a relentless stream of forms, data analysis, and tasks delegated by your boss that was causing a strain on your eyes from staring at the screen. But when your superior got called away, you seized the opportunity to lean back in your chair and take a moment of respite and listen to the faint hum of the ship.

As you reclined, you surveyed the expansive office belonging to your boss, Grand Admiral Thrawn. The space was dimly lit, dominated by blacks and greys, with a faint luminescent glow that did little to alleviate your eye strain.

Even sitting for the prolonged period had caused your legs to stiffen, so, anticipating Admiral Thrawn's return in about an hour, you stood up and began to walk around, seeking relief.

The office itself was a marvel, a fusion of refined taste and strategic functionality. Intricate artwork adorned the walls, showcasing pieces from various galaxies, while carefully placed artifacts adorned the shelves, creating a captivating ambiance.

You hesitated, torn between returning to your desk or succumbing to curiosity just this once. Normally, being in the same room as your boss felt challenging due to his cold demeanor and strict rules – no speaking unless spoken to, avoiding direct eye contact, and focusing solely on work.

The reputation of the Chiss, their stringent standards and unwavering determination, preceded him. His formidable nature and unyielding drive to succeed made him a daunting figure which makes him all the most frightening. Though, he had never raised his voice in your presence. The odd quip of passiveness was hard to miss however when he spoke to those under him or even as an equal, but luckily, you never came across it.

Until right now.

“I sincerely hope that you looking through my possessions is a hint that you have finished today’s reports.”

Startled by his sudden appearance behind you, you turned wide-eyed and mortified, stammering out an apology. "Forgive me, Sir—Admiral—Grand Admiral," you fumbled, feeling the weight of his piercing red gaze. "I didn't realise you had returned."

His cold stare and piercing eyes bore into you as he coldly acknowledged your oversight. "Now tell me, what are you doing?"

Faltering, you considered fabricating a lie, but Thrawn's demeanor warned against deception. "My legs and eyes started to ache," you admitted slowly, collecting your nervous breaths. "I stood up to walk around the office in your absence to ease it off. Admittedly, I got distracted by your collection." You gestured awkwardly before composing yourself. "I will finish off the reports immediately."

As you settled back at your desk, attempting to regain composure with shaky fingers swiping across the monitor, Thrawn's silent presence once again caught you off guard. A large hand suddenly appeared in front of your face, tapping the screen as he scrutinized your day's work. Frozen, you held your breath, transfixed on the screen.

After an intense minute, he broke the silence. "I need your assistance tonight," he declared, withdrawing his hand and making his way to his desk. You swiveled in your chair to face him.

Tonight? The prospect of more work dampened your spirits. "You will attend this Imperial Ball," he stated, not bothering to look your way.

A ball? You? Your flabbergasted expression went unnoticed as you asked, "May I question why you're asking me to go Grand Admiral? I believe this is for people like yourself, not just workers. And I’m just an intern."

He leaned over his desk, hands flat on the surface, and lifted his gaze to you. "I hope that's not an insinuation that I do not work."

Your day seemed to be spiraling further downward. "Sorry, forgive me, I didn't mean for it to come across like that." Nervously wringing your fingers, you stood. "I just don't think I'm the right candidate for whatever it is."

"And yet you do not know what it is I am asking of you," he replied simply. For a moment, you thought you detected a hint of amusement, but the dimness of the room and the strain on your eyes left you uncertain.

His posture regained its imposing stance as he circled his desk, arranging items with precision, making an already orderly space even more meticulous. Leaning against the black desk, he continued, "There have been reports of a few individuals willing to expose the Empire's plans on Lothal and they've been invited. I need you to gather as much information as you can and report back to me."

You had heard about this upcoming ball. All of your superiors would be attending and you had very little doubt that your friends, other workers like yourself, would be attending. So, the confusion lingered; why involve you in this? Hiring spies seemed a more logical choice. "So, when we land and head to the settlement, dress up.”

You are almost at a loss for words, was this some kind of punishment or did he sincerely trust you this much? So many questions yet his answers won’t settle with you regardless. "But Grand Admiral, I... I don't even own a dress."

"All of that has been arranged already."

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you hardly recognised yourself in the white dress that starkly contrasted with your usual Imperial attire. Only applying little makeup due to the fact you didn’t know how glamorous this was going to be, you marveled at the intricate details of the crystals adorning your dress—light and elegant.

As you added the finishing touches to the ensemble, you spent a moment admiring the transformation. The dress fit perfectly, making you wonder how Thrawn acquired your exact measurements. Perhaps it was part of the meticulous process involving your enrollment details he scoured through.

Yet, a peculiar thought crossed your mind: imagining Thrawn personally selecting this dress for you. Shaking off the notion, you grumbled to yourself, averting your gaze from the mirror. Such thoughts seemed absurd, given the professional context and how alluring you felt with a dress with a knee high slit. Your gut, however, betrayed you, swirling with a sense of uncertainty.

Left in disarray, you then pondered the impending social interaction with your superiors. How in the galaxy were you going to do this?

Thrawn had departed without providing you any guidance, leaving you to grapple with the dilemma of presenting yourself as his assistant or someone of greater significance.

When the time came, navigating the unfamiliar surroundings with nervous steps, you followed the confident strides of those who seemed familiar with the venue.

Presenting your pass to a guard, you slipped inside and held back a gasp at the sight that unfolded—an elegance seldom witnessed within the Empire's strict regimes. It was special, yet you couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place.

As a wallflower, you stood on the sidelines, observing and absentmindedly tapping your fingers against a glass of an unfamiliar alcoholic concoction handed to you by a server. Unbeknownst to you at first, your eyes were scanning the crowd, searching for your boss, Thrawn.

Surrounded by people you didn't know on a personal level, everyone exuded a somewhat regal aura. The faint but lovely music played in the background as the room unfolded into a wide-open space where various groups mingled, leaving you feeling like a hopeless outsider.

Taking a sip, cursing your shaky hand, you mustered the courage to fulfill your task. It was time to eavesdrop and gather the information Thrawn sought.

Worming your way into conversations wasn’t the easiest task you ever had to do but still, you managed it. Avoiding small talk, you nodded and smiled, feigning comprehension while attempting to extract useful information.

Yet, nothing seemed amiss.

Everyone appeared content with the Empire's forthcoming plans and events, leaving you struggling to maintain the forced smiles and laughter.

As you moved from group to group, you still found yourself keeping an eye out for Thrawn but no luck. Perhaps he wasn’t even attending. After all, his presence to you would have stood out since he was the only Chiss and his character was non-short of intriguing.

After an hour of this charade, weariness crept in. Your feet throbbed in the unfamiliar heels, prompting your excuse from a group - to whom didn’t seem to even acknowledge your existence - no one noticed your departure as you went to a quiet corner to collect yourself.

In the quiet corner, frustration and exhaustion compounded as you pondered the lack of information to report back to Thrawn. With past mishaps already haunting your thoughts, you berated yourself for the potential third strike.

However, things started to take an unexpected turn.

"Not enjoying the night?" The voice sliced through your thoughts, and you turned to see a figure adorned in a stark white military imperial uniform with a flowing cape to match. There was only one man you knew who wore that ensemble.

"Director Krennic," you blurted out, swiftly standing and adjusting your dress, visibly flustered. "I was just taking a moment for myself."

The man chuckled, swiftly suggesting you retake your seat, which, hesitantly, you did as he settled beside you.

Internally, you were freaking out. The power and influence of Director Krennic were both impeccable and imposing, especially considering his involvement with the upcoming and developing 'Death Star' project. "I hope you don't mind the company? It's been a long evening for me too," he mentioned, his gaze intense.

His stare unsettled you, sending an uncomfortable tingle down your spine. Yet, despite your unease, declining the company of one of your superiors wasn't an option. "Not at all," you replied, forcing a laugh that sounded awkward but hopefully convincing.

"Since you know who I am," Director Krennic began, turning to face you, "it is only fair that you tell me who I have the pleasure of meeting?"

A gulp caught in your throat. This was the first time tonight that someone had paid attention to you, and you debated whether to fabricate details about your identity. Ultimately, you settled for honesty—your name, at least. "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. I've heard many things about you," you said, hoping your nervous breaths weren't too apparent.

He smiled, seemingly charming. "Beautiful name for a beautiful lady."

Mentally, your smile dropped, but you maintained it outwardly. Was he flirting with you? This exceeded any expectations for the night. "Oh, erm, why thank you."

He chuckled, leaning back and making himself comfortable on the loveseat you both occupied, taking a sip of his drink. "So, tell me about yourself. What is it you do?"

The moment of decision that had loomed over you all night finally arrived, and you found yourself veering away from the complete truth.

His reaction was palpable. A flicker of tension crossed his expression, transforming his once-charming smile into one that grew tense and strained. "Ah," he responded after a pause, his fingers tapping against the glass as his demeanor turned slightly hostile. "So, I will assume you work under someone of... authority."

The word 'authority' sounded more like a growl than a mere observation. It was evident that Krennic held some animosity toward Thrawn, likely due to their conflicting projects that often caused tensions between the two.

"That she does."

A voice sliced through the tension, and you turned to see Thrawn standing behind both of you. Your eyes involuntarily scanned his attire—a departure from his usual white military uniform to an impeccably suave and expensive-looking all-black tuxedo. It was a stark contrast to his typical appearance, and he looked good, remarkably good.

"Thrawn," Krennic acknowledged, standing to match his height. Kind of.

"Director Krennic..." Thrawn drawled slowly, the two of them staring each other down.

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The tense exchange between Thrawn and Krennic didn't escape your notice, particularly Krennic's apparent lack of acknowledgment toward your boss's full title, indicating a hint of pride. Thrawn, on the other hand, maintained his dignity with elegance.

"I was just speaking to this nice young lady and getting acquainted," Krennic stated.

"I noticed," Thrawn replied, his gaze briefly fixating on you. A sense of impending chastisement for lying to a superior loomed, but for now, Thrawn played along, redirecting his attention to Krennic. "But I need to speak with her in private.”

Krennic's expression twisted into a smirk. "We all serve the same purpose, Thrawn. Whatever you can say to her, you can say in front of me."

Maintaining his composure, Thrawn remained unaffected by Krennic's arrogance. "It is a matter that does not concern you."

"And it does her?" Krennic prodded.

"Yes," Thrawn affirmed, tone low.

Krennic's scrutiny fell upon you, making you feel a chill run down your spine. Unable to meet their gazes, you were frozen under his stare. "I see. Well," he extended his hand, and tentatively, you placed yours in his, allowing him to help you stand, his grip maintaining a slight tension. "It appears my presence is not warranted."

"It was a pleasure to meet you, Director Krennic. Perhaps we could talk again soon?" The words slipped out before you could consider the implications, and Krennic's sly smile at your proposition didn't escape Thrawn's notice, his glare feeling like sharp daggers at the back of your head.

Suddenly, you’re pulled towards Krennic, his breath lingered near your face as he spoke in a whisper but loud enough for a certain someone to hear, "That would please me, but I shouldn't continue to play with possessions that don't belong to me."

Thrawn's sharp rebuke sliced through the air, "That will be all, Krennic." In an instant, Krennic released his hold on you, leaving you stunned as he walked away.

Taking a deep breath, you turned to face Thrawn, your heart racing. The unsettling implication of being referred to as a possession of more so, his possession, lingered in your thoughts. As you stared up at Thrawn's stern expression, full of thunder, you tried to gather your thoughts.

"Grand Admiral Thrawn, I—"

"You are not to ever speak to Director Krennic again, is that understood?" his command cut through your attempted explanation.

The tension thickened as you nodded in acknowledgment of Thrawn's command, keeping your gaze lowered. However, instead of walking away, he approached, sending a jolt through you.

A gentle touch beneath your chin lifted your gaze to meet his, and you're awestruck as his eyes glowed. Not even metaphorically or hypothetically - red eyes that held a powerful allure, captivating your attention. His words became a distant murmur as you found yourself too entranced by his intense gaze to even realise he was speaking to you.

Was anyone else seeing this? Surely someone had to have been watching this somewhat intimate exchange.

Suddenly, his raised brow and deep furrowed eyes broke through your reverie, snapping you back to reality. "Sorry," you stammered, embarrassed. "What did you say?"

For a second, he paused before a sly smile merges on his face. "I said,” he starts but a part of you didn’t quite believe he was telling you everything, “I hope you have some information to tell me. After all, that is why you are here," he repeated, his tone unwavering.

Your stomach sank as you realised you had nothing to report.

"Actually, I—" you began, but he interrupted, instructing you to head to his quarters to discuss further. As he stepped away, you finally regained your senses, but before you could utter a word, he vanished into the crowd.

Feeling the weight of the situation, you sighed, acknowledging the mess you were in.

Entering Thrawn's office, anxiety flooded your thoughts, making the walk feel slow and burdensome. Anticipation of the imminent repercussions swirled in your mind.

Without seeing the point in waiting outside, you ventured in, greeted by the familiar ambiance—chilled air and a dimly lit room adorned with sculptures, artifacts, and paintings, showcasing Thrawn's appreciation for art, a shared interest between the two of you.

Moving towards his desk, your fingers traced the flat surface before taking a seat in one of the chairs opposite.

"I feel sick," you muttered to yourself, running a hand through your hair as your knee bounced nervously.

"Perhaps some water?" Thrawn's calm and composed voice cut through the silence.

Caught off guard by Thrawn's sudden appearance, you startled in your seat, quickly composing yourself with an apologetic tone. "Sorry, I... I'm fine."

He hummed softly, crossing into the room. "Are you sure you do not want a drink?" His offer was polite, but you declined, mustering a steadier breath. "I'm sure. Thank you, though."

Seated behind the desk, Thrawn's piercing gaze seemed to bore into you, an intensity that was strangely captivating rather than uncomfortable. Boldly facing the inevitable, knowing your fate might be sealed, you met his gaze head-on.

Despite working under him for months, it was the first time you truly looked at him. His angular face was striking, his skin a captivating shade of blue reminiscent of the most beautiful oceans you had only dreamed of seeing, yet it was his glowing eyes that held the allure.

"So," he finally spoke, leaning forward and interlacing his fingers on the desk, breaking the silence, "fill me in." The directive was clear, and despite your nerves, you prepared to relay the truth, whatever the consequences might be.

"Grand Admiral Thra—"

"Thrawn," he interrupted, and confusion furrowed your brows.

"S-Sorry?"

"Thrawn is just fine. Proceed," he instructed, nodding, and despite your confusion, the fear of falling short in your duty took precedence.

"I have nothing to report," you rushed, holding your breath.

Thrawn's expression remained unchanged as he leaned back in his seat, nodding slowly. "Is that because you spent the evening with Director Krennic?"

Your heart sank at the insinuation. "Not at all. I only spoke to him for a minute before you came over," you defended, sitting a little more forward. "I genuinely have nothing to report. I saw nothing awry."

"Interesting," Thrawn drawled. "And he gave no hints of deception to you?"

Thrawn was clearly fishing for information on Krennic, but you had nothing substantial to provide. "No, though he wasn't too pleased about me working for you. Lie or not."

The room fell into a hush, the only sound being the rhythmic tapping of his fingers against the desk. "That I can imagine, given how he was looking at you all night."

The mention of Krennic's prolonged interest caught your attention, and Thrawn noticed, a fleeting smirk crossing his face. "How is it you like the dress?"

Glancing down at the attire, you smoothed out its seams. It was the most extravagant outfit you had ever worn, and while it felt foreign, it also made you feel special. Especially considering the attention from someone as influential as Krennic. "It's lovely."

"I knew it would look good on you," he replied casually, causing your heart to pause momentarily.

"Can I ask what you mean by that?" you inquired, exhaling shakily, eyes widening. Did he choose this dress for you?

Thrawn tilted his head. "I think it is obvious what I mean," he stated, then stood, circling the desk until he stood in front of you. You craned your neck to look up at his imposing figure. "But I will spell it out for you. I picked this dress specifically for you… And you look divine."

The realisation struck like a thunderbolt, rendering you momentarily speechless. Krennic's cryptic insinuation about being a 'possession' suddenly made sense—jealousy seemed to be the most plausible explanation, although it felt improbable given your position as just his assistant. Then, doubts began to seep in as you recalled that he might have had someone else before you, and maybe even before that.

Standing up, nerves jangling, you instinctively took a step back from the Chiss, your thumbs nervously twiddling as you grappled with the situation. "I'm not that kind of girl, Grand Admiral—"

"Thrawn."

"Yes, sorry... I'm not that kind of girl."

He regarded you with an almost quizzical look, his eyes betraying a subtle understanding of the implications behind your words. "And I'm not that type of man," he responded calmly, though your scoff interrupted him. A brief pause followed as he closed the distance between you, his gaze piercing. "You do not believe me."

"You're a powerful man, you've probably had numerous assistants, interns, before me..." you stated your thoughts, a surge of boldness propelling your words. "I don't want to be just another assistant, disposable at your whim."

Thrawn observed you, his face maintaining an air of impassivity yet hinting at a hidden admiration for your courage. "May I be honest?"

Silent but attentive, you allowed him to continue, even as his words stung. "Your work is subpar. Lacking."

Ouch.

"Yet, you've remained my longest-serving assistant," he remarked, drawing closer, and this time, you didn't pull away. "Despite mistakes, missed deadlines... Do you know why?"

He stood before you, his presence almost overwhelming, his eyes emanating a deep red hue, sending shivers down your spine as his warm breath brushed against your skin. Inhaling a distinctive, spicy scent mixed with a hint of alcohol from the Ball, you felt your knees weakening, your preconceptions about him slowly crumbling. "N-No," you finally managed to breathe out.

Thrawn's admission rang out in the quiet room, his voice a blend of quiet intensity. "Because what I want is you. I want you to be mine, I need you to be mine."

"Grand A—"

"Say my name properly," his hand swiftly found your waist, tracing the delicate details of the dress he had meticulously chosen for you. "Say it."

Your eyes met his, the words you intended to voice dissolving as all you could focus on was his demand. "Thrawn."

His chest heaved subtly at the sound of his name spoken by you. "Again," he urged, this time his other hand tenderly yet with some vigour cupping your jaw.

Your eyes closed involuntarily, caught in a trance. "Thrawn... what is happening?"

"You have captured my interest since the first time you entered my office," his hand glided from your waist to the small of your back, and you found yourself instinctively leaning into his touch.

The nagging doubt that this could be too good to be true lingered in your mind. "Have you said that to all of your assistants?"

He chuckled, the resonance of his low laughter sending vibrations through your chest. "Now, now... I was not lying when I said that I am not that kind of man. Have you ever seen a Chiss with another person?"

Truthfully, you had never witnessed any other Chiss aside from him. "Well, no, but—"

"Then understand me," he insisted, drawing you closer against his chest, your hands clutching the lapels of his black tuxedo. "Understand that I do not seek companionship, I do not pursue romantic commitments. War and military endeavors dominate the minds of my species. So, tell me, why are you at the forefront of mine?"

"I... don't know," you confessed, feeling an electric excitement coursing through your skin.

His hand cupped your cheek, his breath grazing against your skin as he leaned in. "A woman like you can make a man like me lose control."

His proximity made it hard to breathe, yet it felt inexplicably right to lean toward him. "Can anyone know about us?"

The query hung in the charged air, bold and daring. You anticipated the response, though his confirmation solidified it. "No, nobody can know."

The weight of the decision hung heavy in your mind. You understood the necessity of keeping your connection with him secret; his position was far too vital to risk any involvement. “But, my devotion, my loyalty… it’s all yours.” His interruption broke through your thoughts, and as you opened your eyes to meet his gaze, you found yourself once again ensnared by the fiery red glow that captivated you.

"Lose control then."

Without hesitation, his lips crashed onto yours, enveloping your senses in a whirlwind of passion. His kiss, intense and commanding, nearly swept you off your feet. His hands explored your body, fingers gripping your hips firmly before lifting you effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his torso as he skillfully guided you through his quarters, never once breaking the embrace, and eventually leading you into his bedroom.

You find yourself being placed on a bed, his body leaning over you as his lips, intoxicating and flavoured with just a tinge of alcohol from this evening move from your lips, down your neck before he stands over you.

“I have submitted to you,” with one hand he unclasps the button of his tux before moving it off his shoulders and carelessly chucking it to the side, followed by him unclasping the top button of his shirt, “are you willing to submit to me?”

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Sitting up on your elbows, you’re prepared to answer but your words are caught in your mouth as he unbuckles his pants, sliding the belt out of the loops before he releases his strong, throbbing cock.

Your mouth salivates, watching as he moves his hand along its length. You couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips just at the size of him and it made you both excited and also a little nervous.

“I assume that you like what you see?”

You nod, your legs coming together as you feel your cunt begin to throb which doesn’t go unnoticed by Thrawn. “Crawl towards me.”

Obeying, you crawl on your hands and knees across the sheets, your white dress trailing behind you before you are sat comfortably in front of him, his beautiful blue cock twitching under your wanting gaze.

Thrawn lets out a soft sigh, sliding his hand down to the base of his length and tilts his head at you before dangling the curve of his dick down toward you. You open your mouth almost on instinct and slide your tongue out, grazing the underside of the head.

“You’ve done this before,” he comments with glowing eyes.

“Once or twice,” you whisper, sitting up onto your knees to take the fullness of the head into your mouth, rolling your tongue around the tip of it, melting at the saltiness of his precum.

Thrawn moans, long and low. It's been excruciating for him to not have been able to touch you until now and you were absolutely perfect. Large blue hands lift to your head and his fingers slide through the roots of your hair, tugging softly—encouraging, pushing you to take more. "Now that is my good girl." He practically purrs, and the ache between your legs throbs even more with excitement. “You are wonderful.”

You blush, unsure if it’s due to the compliments or the fact your boss's cock is stuffed in your mouth which had your lips etched open wide and eyes already starting to water. As he drops his pants fully and removes his shirt from his body along with his tie and pants, you look up at him with adoration.

You run your hands up and down his toned thighs as you begin to take him deeper into your mouth (if you even can), your saliva dribbling down his heated skin and your chin.

Thrawn curls his dexterous digits tighter into your hair and holds your head still as you envelope him as far as you can, opening your throat for him as he begins a violent and sudden ruts into your mouth. You whimper in please, a hand coming between your legs as you pull your dress to the side and dive your fingers straight to your clit as he deepthroats your pretty mouth.

His grunts and moans fill the room yet remain low and husky as you feel his tip poke at the back of your throat that forces a response from you; gagging on his velvety and soaked cock.

You hold strong for him, your fingers aching as you rub your clit in a circular fashion and push down the pleasant assault on your throat. “Look at you, a mess… it is rather arousing.” He cooes, one of his hands leaving your hair and holding his cock as he pulls out, giving you a very brief gasp of air before he slips it straight past your lips again.

Closing your eyes, you swallow uselessly around his thickness as he grunts and gives a few shallow thrusts before he pulls you back off. The sound you make is ragged, spit bubbling from your lips and tears rolling down your cheeks as he cups a hand under your chin and brings your face up. “And did I say you could touch yourself?” His eyes glance down at the sight of your hand between your legs. “Very insubordinate.”

You had never been so belittled yet praised at the same time before but it had your blood boiling in lust for it. “I couldn’t help it,”

“That much is obvious,” he replies as he wipes a stray tear from your cheek, “lay back. I want to look at you.”

Doing as you’re told, you scoot back before laying back on the bed, your head hitting one of the pillows as he analyzes you fully from the end of the bed. His expression was unreadable, not showing much signs but as he looked at you, you just admired him for a second too.

Tall, handsome and clearly strong from being a skilled fighter, you were a little breathless and now, a little insecure.

“Don’t worry,” his words broke you out of your trance, watching him kneel on the bed before he moves towards you, “you are breathtaking to look at.”

Heat rises to your cheeks and bashfully, you look away from his gaze but find yourself softly moaning as you feel something warm and wet caress at your exposed thigh.

Looking back his way, Thrawn lay flat on his stomach and tediously licked at your flesh, your skin dousing in goosebumps at his touch. “Thrawn…” you breathe, now meeting his dark, glowing gaze as he folds your dress upwards, exposing yourself to him.

Thrawn pushes your panties to the side, hooking his finger through the damp fabric to expose your glistening cunt to which he made a noise of satisfaction. “You smell beautiful.”

You let out a soft and nervous chuckle but your nerves are dwindled when Thrawn continues to kiss at your inner thighs, tasting the slightly salty tang of your skin before you let out a small yelp of surprise when his teeth sink into your skin, his tongue circling around the teeth marks that he left. “I hope you do not mind if I sometimes find myself needing to taste you.”

You blink at him, breathing ragged. Nobody had ever bitten you before but it didn’t even hurt. It was new to you and the sensation made your mind whirl. So, you shake your head and watch as he continues to leave love bites on the inside of your thighs, marking his territory; his breath warm and fanning agasint your sex that you were so eager for him to touch.

“Thrawn… touch me. Please.”

There’s a chuckle that lasts a moment before he says, “I am not one to take orders… but since you asked so nicely.” He growled the last part until his lips latched to your cunt and you let out the most pathetic whine you could muster.

“Perfect." Thrawn grunts, his breath on your wetness making your toes curl as tongue slides flat against your folds and up to your clit.

“F-Fuck, Thrawn…!” You choke, stifling your ragged gasp with a hand over your mouth in the fears someone would hear the lewd noises of your moaning and the lapping and sucking of your pussy.

You look down at Thrawn at work, obsessed with the fact that his eyes were trained on you with an intense gaze. He’s sucking on your clit with such dominance that has your hands gripping the sheets beneath you as his hands clasp on your thighs, spreading them open as they threaten to close.

It had been a while since you had been touched like this so there’s no surprise that you felt your climax begin to bubble.

“Oh my.. fuck… Thrawn I’m going to-.”

“Do it. Cum on my tongue. Now.”

Legs spasming, stars blurring your vision you feel yourself let go, followed by a collected moan from the both of you as he laps up your juices. Your body is heaving from the sensation but Thrawn doesn’t stop.

“Another.”

“T-Thrawn… I can’t…” you rasp, completely overstimulated as your body writhes in your dress and across the sheets.

“I know you humans are capable of some remarkable achievements. This is one of them. Cum again.” His mouth is back on your folds, tongue rubbing along your clit furiously to force another orgasm from you.

You wanted to cum again, desperately, but your body was tingling and shaking too much for you to fathom what was even happening.

Despite the bed being so large and spacious, as your body involuntarily fights against him, your head is bumping against the headboard as Thrawn pushes his tongue deep inside you, strong and powerful hands biting into the flesh of your thighs as your whole body convulses.

“Thrawn,” you gasp, your hand finding its way onto the sheets, gripping tight, “I can’t.”

“Another.” He demands from you, tongue relentless. Not once did he even lift a finger to your pussy, the pleasure being solely done by his tongue. You pondered what it’d feel to have his fingers inside you but as the familiar sight of stars began to speckle your vision, your body fires up.

“That’s it,” he growls into your cunt, sending violent vibrations through your body, “I knew you could do it.”

You're crying his name, sweat coating your body as you let out a lewd cry as your body gives in to Thrawn’s advances.

As you heave, catching back your breath Thrawn has moved away from your cunt as you flop onto your side, completely spent.

Your legs still twitch and Thrawn watches you in amazement. The mattress sinks beside you as Thrawn brings you to him, your back pressed to his bare chest as he runs his fingers up and down your arm. “You really are quite enchanting.”

You let out a breathless laugh and found your head falling back into the crook of his neck, your heart rate calming down. “So are you.”

The compliment repeats in his mind, not really used to such pleasantries but nonetheless gives a rare smile. “Pleasures all mine,” he purrs, leaning down as his lips ghost over your ear before he plants a delicate kiss to your lobe that had you biting your lip.

You could feel his erection pressing into your back and you damned the beautiful dress for blocking the warmth of his skin against you again. But despite the room having a chill to it, the fire in both of you was sure to warm you up.

His lips move from your ear as he leans more over you and you crane your neck, giving him the access you knew he desired as his lips found your skin, teeth grazing your pulse.

Your breaths came in shallow, uneven waves, charged with anticipation as you awaited his next move.

"Do I detect a flicker of unease?" His voice, low and delicate, cascaded over you, sending goosebumps skittering along your spine.

You turned to meet his gaze, a response ready. "Not at all," you replied, your voice betraying the hint of excitement that danced within.

He leaned closer, his words a whisper against your lips. "All in good time, my pet. Patience," he murmured, grazing a phantom kiss over your mouth. "For now, I just want to revel in your presence."

Your smile was tender, curiosity lacing your words. "And how long do you plan to bask in this admiration?"

His gaze held yours, an intensity in his touch as his hand cupped your jaw. "Are you expected elsewhere tonight?" His inquiry lingered, hinting at a deeper intention.

“No,” you shake your head, looking down at his lips and subtly biting your own before meeting his gaze, “I just want you.”

“You are to do exactly as I say,” he utters, his thumb trailing over your lower lip before you take the instinct of letting him slide it inside your mouth, allowing you to suck on his digit eagerly, “and that is to be patient.”

You whine softly around his thumb, your pussy beginning to throb as you crave him. Suddenly, you got bold. You pull his thumb out of your mouth with a pop and meet his beautiful eyes again. “Perhaps I should have kept speaking to Director Kren-.”

He snaps.

A fire sizzled in him at the mere sound of his rival's name coming from your mouth, his jaw clenching but alas increasingly aroused at your defiance and his clear sign of jealousy.

Smashing his lips to yours, you’re brought to his chest with an intensity you hadn’t seen from him yet. Your lips felt swollen from his scorching kiss that left you breathless, needing more as you tug on his broad shoulders to bring him even closer to you.

“How dare you say his name in here,” he growls, raking his hands up your thighs as he shifts your dress past your knees, letting it ruch just above your navel and pulling your panties down to your ankles that you kick off, “that man infuriates me to no end.”

He leans over you, capturing your lips but before you could kiss back, he’s pulling away, teeth grazing your lower lip. “Sounds like you’re jealous,” you rasp only to receive a firm spank to your rear before his mouth moves to your neck, sucking and marking his territory once again.

“How can that be?” He murmurs against your hot, sweating skin, “I’m the one with the masterpiece.”

Before you could even fathom his words, you’re pushed up against the headboard, making space for Thrawn’s large and toned body between your legs, his cock and balls resting hot and heavy against your bare, wet cunt.

Dazed, you look at the scene between your legs before you, never in a thousand years would you think you would have the Grand Admirals cock just resting against you. On you.

“I’m going to fuck you,” his words both sounded like a command and a promise to which, you mouth a breathless ‘please’.

You whimper in anguish as he presses his cock down against your folds, teasing you as he thrusts his hips back and forth slowly. “I want you to beg. I want you to beg me to slide my cock into your pussy.”

“Please Thrawn, please fuck me. Please fuck me until I cum all over your cock again.” You wiggle your hips, attempting to coax Thrawn’s length to conveniently slip inside but by the size of him, this would be a delicate operation.

“That’s it,” he cooed, gripping his cock and stroking it slowly above you, letting the tip rub against your aching pearl, “you have submitted to me perfectly so far…”

Then, you feel his cock press into you, your pussy opening to welcome him all the way in. You're tender already but the pain that hits you as his cock splits you open is fucking incredible.

It’s hard to read his expression but he’s holding his breath, letting his eyes close he slowly seethes all the way in you. His fingers bruise into your thighs as he keeps them apart as you white-knuckle grip onto the sheets. “Wow,” you keen, “f-fuck - that’s amazing.”

“What a good girl you are,” his blazing eyes meet yours, “and it appears you take my cock exceptionally well.”

The motion of him sliding in and out of you slowly only lasts a few moments before Thrawn gives you everything. Grabbing your hips, he lifts you to meet his now rough and demanding commands, eyes not once leaving your face.

He’s analysing every movement, every sound and every look you make. Like he’s making a mental note of you.

Words strangled in your throat but the gentle groans and low rumble of his rare praises is enough to have your eyes rolling back, cursing loudly as you feel him so full inside you. A prick of heat dances down your spine and settles in your abdomen, increasing the already growing fire of arousal that was quickly overtaking you.

He moves one hand down your body, caressing your breasts from over your dress which has your head tilting back in pleasure but not before he grabs at your throat. His hold isn’t dangerous, in fact it was very alluring as he keeps your focus solely on him. “Don’t you look away from me.”

“Yes, Thrawn.” You pant, gasping as he ever so gently squeezes your throat as he drills hard and fast right into you

Minutes of exctasy pass and soon, Thrawn has flipped you so you straddled on top of him, not once breaking away from you as he ruts his hips upwards, your chest falling against his bare one as he fucks you with great determination.

“O-oh fuck! Thrawn please…!” You whimper pathetically, sobbing into his chest as his arms wrap around your body, pressing you tight against him, confined to his warm skin.

He’s groaning your name, teeth biting into the flesh of your shoulder before he moves you so you’re sat up straight, grabbing hold of your dress so you have nowhere to go. “Ride me. Come on.” With one hard spank to your arse, you squirm in pleasure; eyes locked to his as you began to move your hips to and fro, dragging your pussy along his cock that was soaked with your juices.

Nails biting your hips, you writhe on him, your hands falling to hold onto his toned pectorals, watching as he stares up at you as he fills every inch of you.

His blown pupils show that he is hungry and at long last, he starts to remove your dress. Tossing it to the side, he sits up slowly watching your breasts bounce up and down on your chest as you grind hard on his cock. “Your body would be perfect as a sculpture.” His fingers caress over your stiffened nipples, a hum of satisfaction in his throat. “That way I could admire you when you are in my absence.”

You couldn’t help yourself, planting a heated kiss to his lips as his words spur you on to satisfy the Grand Admiral. His right hand cups your cheek, his tongue sliding in your mouth where you could taste your orgasm from before. “I need you, Thrawn.”

“You are mine.” He murmurs to your lips, noticing as your rhythm starts to get jagged he does you the courtesy of laying you down on your side. And just like the before, he slips behind you but this time also sliding himself inside you.

Legs like jelly, your body is still alight with desire, one arm snaked under your nude body, cupping your jaw as he holds your head back just far enough so he can kiss and nip at your lips. You cock your leg up a bit, allowing Thrawn to fuck you with extra slickness. You take him inside your fluttering cunt with almost no resistance, just enveloping him in a heat that you were desperate for him to not to leave because it feels so good. You feel so good and so full.

The sound of his cock slapping your wet cunt was disgustingly filthy and you kept having the creeping nervous feeling that someone would have heard both of your secret ‘meeting’. “Nobody will enter,” he says as if reading your mind, “try and relax.”

His lips move from yours to your neck, sharp teeth grazing over your already bruised skin as he keeps one hand on your jaw, the other sliding over your breasts and giving them a teasing slap that emits a moan from your throat. “Oh, you like that? Would you care for another?”

And before you could even scream yes, he slaps your tits one more before his hand flies straight to your cunt, fingers expertly caressing your clit that makes your body involuntarily jolt.

“Gorgeous little tart.” He growls, hips now pounding into you that you were certain it was going to leave bruises as he circles his fingers deliciously over your swollen bud.

"Fuckfuckfuckfuck—" you cry, sweat beads trailing down the side of your face, only to have Thrawn's strong tongue dancing with your own.

Toes curling, you're melting into his mouth and under his touch as you whimper that you’re going to cum, only for him to encourage you to do so. And you do.

Your body burns with heat until it feels like you have been doused with water, putting out the flame inside you. You cum harder than you think you ever have in your life. A strangled cry of pleasure is made from your mouth, as if you were in pain but not at all.

“That’s it… what a delicious sight you are.” He purrs, eyes burning with delight as his thrusting lets up, welcoming the feeling of your tight and wet walls caressing around his cock.

Then, you’re being moved into the most compromising position you could be. Your chest is heaving wildly, eyes glistening in lust because despite your legs still shaking from your climax, you are pressed onto your back, legs folding over your body as he crouches between your legs. His cock pushed down straight into your core. His veined hands grip your ankles, keeping you in place as well as using you for balance.

“You have presented yourself so well tonight and you have obeyed me perfectly,” he rasps, mouth almost drooling, “now is time for your reward.”

Speechless, as usual when you’re around him, you’re surprised at how flexible you suddenly are as your feet almost come to the side of your head. His body pressed tight to the backs of your legs until his lips touch yours, rough and demanding just like his thrusts.

The position, the sounds, who you were with was sending your mind into overdrive. Your hands find their way around his back, nails accidentally scratching at his skin that made him hiss subtly as you go to apologise, he says, “harder.”

“What?” You gasp, both from him unexpected pleasure in you clawing at his back and how his cock has filled you completely, tip pushing right to your cervix.

“Harder.”

So you do. Your fingers claw at him desperately, legs aching and clenching your cunt around his cock hungrily making the roll of Thrawn’s hips more violent and his subtle groans of pleasure louder.

His hot breath catches your own as he pressed his sweat-slicked forehead to yours, legs quivering as you pant his name.

“You’re going to take every drop of my seed, do you understand me?” He growls, a shit-eating smirk on his lips as he gauges your reaction.

You nod your head eagerly but it wasn’t a good enough answer for him as he lets go of one of your ankles and wraps a tight hand round your throat. “Answer me.”

“Yes, y-yes.” You cry in pleasure, matching his smirk before time seems to grind to a halt as he plants himself as far as he can go into your womb, letting all of his scorching seed spill out with each pulse from his stiff cock.

Rope after rope of white lace pours into your used pussy, and the Grand Admiral doesn’t dare to pull out before he has made sure that you have received every last drop inside of you.

He lets out a heaved, heated breath before he pulls out of you, the feeling lewd and filthy before he collapses on to the bed beside you.

You lay still, heart racing at what just happened and before you could even turn to look at your Boss, he had stood up and walked across the room and left behind a door.

A twinge of hurt proceeds you as well as the sudden change of temperature in the cold air. You swing your legs round and sit on the edge of the bed, running a hand through your sex-crazed hair before you swipe up your dress in your hands.

Before you could slip away, preparing for the awkward retreat to your own quarters, the door glided open with a hiss.

"I have drawn you a—" His voice filled the room, interrupting your hasty exit, causing you to swallow hard. Glancing over your shoulder, you saw him holding one white robe while draped in another.

"I just... I thought..." Your words trailed off as he advanced toward you, a sudden surge of nervousness overtaking you.

He tilted his head to the side, his gaze penetrating. "Did I not convey that every word I spoke was genuine?" The question hung in the air, his sincerity challenging any wavering doubts.

“It seems too good to be true.” Your sigh carried both disbelief and a tinge of self-doubt as he closed the gap between you, his presence a calming yet overwhelming force. "I don't deserve a man like you," you confessed, your words carrying the weight of uncertainty.

In response, he enveloped you in a comforting embrace of a soft, white robe, shielding your exposed skin from the cool air.

"And why would you think that?" His question hung in the room, probing deeper into your insecurities.

As his actions of tonight seemed to have spoken louder than words, a glimmer of reassurance began to emerge within you. With tender care, he guided you across the room, revealing the spacious bathroom with its welcoming, steam-filled air. The drawn bath exuded an enticing warmth, a stark contrast to the chilly room.

"I want you to be mine. If you will have me," he murmured, his voice resonating with earnestness, echoing the genuine desire for your acceptance.

You turned to meet his gaze, observing the hand clasped in yours before lifting your eyes to his captivating, unique red gaze. There was a captivating allure, something undeniably beautiful and different about him.

Your attempt to decipher his unreadable expression failed as his stoic visage remained unchanged. Yet, those enigmatic eyes held a magnetic pull, drawing you in. "Will you take care of me, Thrawn?" you asked, your voice carrying a vulnerable plea.

"I will do everything in my power for you," he assured you.

The moment lingered, and finally, your lips met his in a tender, gentle kiss. He guided you towards the inviting warmth of the bath, easing your weary body into the scorching water, allowing the tension to dissipate.

"Your face is like art," he suddenly declared, catching you off guard once more. His words prompted a staggered breath, causing you to look up at him as he admired you.

"Do you not agree?" His question tinged your cheeks with doubt and embarrassment.

"I've never viewed myself like that before,"

“I’m sure you will begin to find that you will agree with me for most things,” he drops the robe from his body and gestures you to sit forward and as you do, you sigh heavenly as he slips in behind you, arms wrapping around your body as your back is brought to his chest.

"And soon you will agree and see why you belong with me," he murmured, his voice carrying a sense of quiet assurance as he tenderly ran warm water up and down your arms, creating a serene atmosphere enveloping both of you in a comfortable moment.

His tender care continued as he focused on you, his lips trailing softly over the marks he had left on your neck. Whispered words of praise graced your skin, creating a delicate symphony of affectionate gestures, each touch and utterance a testament to his adoration for you.

Later that night as you grew tired, he gently carried you back to his bed and settled beside you, drifting off to sleep, the weight of your actions pressed heavily on your mind. The realisation dawned that this relationship would be far from ordinary. He held power, wealth—everything beyond your reach but he was offering it to you. a fundamental shift, a leap into an entirely different world.

Maybe, just maybe, this unexpected turn could be the shift you had been waiting for your entire life.

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