Internal Healing (Kylo Ren x Reader)

Chapter 8: Pathetic and desperate

The next morning you awoke to Kylo's boot steps. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, "Where are you going?"

Kylo held his helmet in his hands, "Snoke needs me. Hux is out sick, remember?" He slipped it over his head, the snout loudly engaging over his mouth.

"Besides, you should go visit Hux today. I found his note to you on the floor of the guest room. He says he doesn't expect to see you but it is probably best if you stop by his quarters anyway. I want to know how pathetic he looks laid up in bed." You smirked, devious bastard. "Return to my quarters after your visit. I shall be back later this evening."

"Yes, Master." You waved as Kylo trudged out of his chamber. You glanced over at the time on his night stand, it was way too early for you to be awake on a day off so you bundled yourself in his blankets and went right back to sleep. You awoke again in the early afternoon. Now you felt rested. You jumped out of his bed and rang Hux. Several rings and calls later he still didn't answer. Maybe he was sleeping, maybe he was super sick and not doing well. You decided to go see him even though you weren't able to reach him prior to popping by. What a mistake that would turn out to be.

With a fresh set of inconspicuous clothes on, you snuck out of Kylo's sector and went straight to Hux. His chamber door was locked on arrival so you knocked several times. No answer. Not even a bark from Riley. Hmmm. You grew worried. Again, you called him. No answer. You tried your badge at the door and surprisingly it opened. Once the door shut behind you, you heard the faint sound of music coming from Hux's bedroom. "Armitage?" You called out. No reply. Still no Riley. You tiptoed to his bedroom in case he was sleeping. As you approached you heard a familiar sound. Skin against skin. Hand against appendage. Your stomach twisted. Soft grunts and moans echoed against the metal walls. Then you heard Hux's breathless and strained voice murmuring your name, over and over. You struggled to swallow the ball of bile that was forming in your throat. You knew you shouldn't go any further, you shouldn't have peaked in the doorway to his room, but something told you that you should.

You slyly brought your head to the doorway, an eyesore on the other side of it. What you saw sickened you to your core. Riley was sleeping at the edge of Hux's bed, but Hux wasn't asleep. No. He was laying naked on his back, violently stroking himself. With every stroke the nearly purple tip of his dick bulged, copious amounts of precum leaking over his freckled hand. You wanted to scream, you wanted to puke, but it was like watching a tie-fighter crash, you just couldn't look away. His dick was not nearly as big as Kylo's, if anything it was average. Maybe even below average. He had ample ginger pubic hair, which were surprisingly curly and trailed up to his belly button.

It wasn't the fact that he was masturbating that disturbed you, it was the fact that he had the same handkerchief that he wiped the gloves that were covered in your vaginal juices, laid over his face. He was basically suffocating on it since he was breathing so hard and murmuring your name. You took a sharp inhale through your nose. The air smelled like illness and your intimacy. No wonder Riley didn't alert Hux you were there, the whole room already smelled like you. Your left nostril flared, the left corner of your upper lip twitching, you were so angry. Thankfully you didn't have to watch for long because Hux climaxed shortly after. His pale chest heaved, sweat dripped down his body, and goosebumps popped up over his translucent skin. He grunted loudly. The most paltry amount of semen dribbled out of his dick and matted into his pubic hair. He reached a shaky hand up to his face and you hastily scrambled back to his living room. You heard him shifting in his bed, coughing loudly, and then blowing his nose.

You decided to pretend you had just arrived. You called his name loudly, "ARMITAGE I'M HERE." This time he heard you.

"Oh, my dear!!! Don't come into my room, I'm not decent. Give me a second to prep myself." He yelled through a mucus coated throat.