Passed Around

His Right Hand Man

WARNINGS! PLEASE READ BEFORE CONTINUING!!!!!!
18+ 🔪I mean it🔪

Unsafe BDSM practices that should NOT be practiced in real life
Lack of safe words
Dubious consent
Power play
Unprotected sex that should NOT be practiced in real life
This is absolute filth
Enjoy besties ;)

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Being called to the Supreme Leader's command shuttle in the middle of the night was the last thing you expected. It had been a week since your fight. Your mind was starting to let it fade into the back of your head, and you had even started to forget what even started it. All you could remember was how angry you were, and how angry he was back. The rest was a blur.

Despite your hesitation, you continued to drag your feet through the never ending corridors, heading towards the hangar where both the command shuttle and the Buzzard would be. You hoped this wouldn't take long, that he would simply explain to you that he was finished with you for good this time and send you on your way.

You wouldn't care. After all, to him, you were nothing more than an animal willing to indulge his urges, and sure, for the last couple of months you had been very happy to fill the position of the Supreme Leader's whore, but you liked to think it wouldn't bother you if he was to dismiss you.

After a ten minute walk, you finally reached the hangar, which was relatively empty. Only a few engineers and officers scattered across the vast space. Why did the first order need so much fucking space? You rolled your eyes, heading straight towards the command shuttle at the other end of the hangar, and next to it, the Buzzard. All six of the Knights were gathered outside, Vicrul and Trudgen casually leaning against the side, Ushar and Ap'lek were in conversation, and Cardo and Kuruk were sat on a coupe of boxes by the lowered ramp of the Buzzard.

As you approached, all of the masked men stopped their conversations and looked at you as you made your way towards the command shuttle. You could feel their smirks from a mile away, despite their masked faces.

"Gentlemen." You purred sarcastically, imitating a mocking courtesy as you brushed past them, starting your ascent into the command shuttle. You heard a few of them snicker and you grinned to yourself.

"Hello?" You spoke into the empty space, "Kylo?" You kept making your way inside as you heard no response, when your eyes landed on the cockpit.

He was leaning on the control panel, hands gripping the console at his sides, his legs slightly crossed. Mask on, armour on, cape on, gloves on. Not a single inch of skin showing. Not a single shred of humanity shining through his rough exterior, and yet, you'd never seen him look so at ease. His gaze found you, looked you up and down through the mask as you approached him.

"What took you so long?" His stoic voice echoing through his mask. You rolled your eyes and huffed, slouching down into the pilot's seat, swinging your leg over one of the arms.

"Have you seen how fucking big this place is? Takes me hours just to walk here." You scolded back at him, your head resting back on the seat. You were intent on looking as unbothered by his beckoning of you as humanly possible; his silence letting you believe it was working.

"Hmm."

With another eye roll, you flicked your gaze up to his face, your brow stuck in a 'well what the fuck am I doing here' sort of position.

He said nothing. Just looked at you.

"You gonna speak-"

"If you intend to sit in that chair then sit in it properly."