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General Hux *Punishment* ¡!SMUT!¡

Because I have a thing for bad guys, red heads, and Domhnall Gleeson...here's some Hux smut because I'm trash and not ashamed to admit it. This is my first attempt at smut, so I hope you guys enjoy it. XOXO, Alexandria
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It was an infatuation, that was all. Anything you felt could presently be summed up in that simple little word that made your life so complicated. Infatuation. From the moment you had been assigned to his sector you had been overcome with such strong feelings that couldn't be defined in any other way. You were a pilot for the First Order, and a damn good one at that. Fresh out of the academy, Kylo Ren hand-picked you to work as Commander for the firing squadron on account of your impeccable track record. With a 98% success rate and near perfect aim, you were the sensible choice for the First Order; You were strong, precise, untouchable. You had been assigned as a subordinate under General Hux's command, and everything you knew about a one Armitage Hux came from the academy; As the son of Brendol Hux you had high expectations for the General, which he exceeded within moments of your first encounter. He was very much like his father: Stoic, haughty, and dignified, he wore his title with great pride. His subordinates treated him with utmost respect, primarily out of fear. The general was known to be rather cruel to those assigned to his sanction, and upon meeting him this rumor proved true rather quickly. The general always seemed to be on your case, no matter what the situation may be. Hux enjoyed pushing you to the brink of exhaustion, making you work for everything you earned, more so than any of the other in his command. You had a reputation of excellence, and Hux would accept nothing less. He would work you in to the late hours, refuse anything less than perfect, and no matter how much he pushed you, you always seemed to submit. It is possible that is what drew you to him in the first place. Earning a rare smirk of approval made you want to succeed. After all, he was your superior; A highly revered and respected member of the First Order. You were certain that the General never thought twice about you, and you enjoyed the fact that you could admire quietly. The general, however, was not as blind as you suspected. Hux was a calculated man; a well trained and watchful young man that could easily decipher a person's thoughts in a single glance. He had noticed everything. Hux could feel your gaze from across the room, he could feel the way your eyes would burn in to his back when he was turned, observing him. He noticed the way you would become distracted the moment he came to inspect your station; He had memorized the curious ways you would straighten your stiff posture, hide the blush that would cross your cheeks, the restless way you would squirm under his stare. Such reactions made his egoism swell, and you had quickly become a thing of interest to him. He knew immediately these reflexes were not to be thought of in conjunction with fear, unlike most of his other subordinates. No, not fear, but something far more powerful.
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The mission had failed. Storming in to the base, your mind couldn't seem to focus on anything happening around you. All of your data had proved wrong, every instinct had failed you for the first time in years, and now your second in command was dead. It was supposed to be an easy target, an easy victory for the Order. You had been so confident; You had calculated every outcome, planned everything perfectly, but upon execution something went horribly wrong. That something was more commonly known as Poe Dameron. You pushed past everyone in your wake, anger and frustration boiling up inside of you. No one dared to look you in the face, and those who did stiffened with fear. You couldn't understand their reaction until a hand firmly took hold of your shoulder. "Would you please get the hell-" You whipped around, ready to confront the person who had stopped you, when your voice dried up immediately. Hux. The red-head's lips pressed into a tight line, his grip tightening on your shoulder."Commander," Hux said lowly, the unsettling tone of his voice sending a chill down your spine, "Meet me in my office."
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"Do you know why I called you in here?" You couldn't seem to find your voice, staring at your feet as you desperately tried to find something to say. Instead of speaking, you simply nodded. Hux nostril's flared with quiet anger; You refused to look him in the face. "Would you care to explain yourself, then?" You lifted your head, voice shaking as you finally managed to croak out, "Sir-" "-You sent twenty of our finest pilots on a suicide mission against the Rebellion, Commander." He had no trouble getting to the bare bones of your transgression, wasting no time on pleasantries or expressing any sort of relief that you had returned. You flinched at his evident upset but managed to keep your head held high, although you could feel yourself begin to shrink under his livid gaze. His sharp tone cut into your pride like a knife. "Sir-" "-Not only a failed mission, mind you, but an unauthorized mission." He pressed on; Shame began eating away at you. "It was supposed to be an easy mission, General. I calculated every outcome-!" "-Then explain to me why the second best pilot in the entire regime was taken down by a Rebel in a TIE Fighter with no formal training!" He barked, slamming a hand on to his desk as his face turned as red as his hair. "Out of those twenty, nineteen made it back alive, sir. I think that should count for something-" "-Yet one of your men was killed, Commander, on an unauthorized mission that could have compromised the location of Starkiller Base or left our twenty best pilots dead in a backwater solar system." It was true and you knew it. You were lucky that nineteen survived; if you hadn't retreated, the possibility of more wounded and dead doesn't seem too far fetched. "With all due respect, General, the mission would have benefited the Base immensely-" "-You were being selfish and reckless, Commander, and you know it." He barked, ice cold eyes never leaving your wide, terrified ones. Seeing such a reaction sent a wave of pleasure through his being, a small smirk ghosting his thin lips before replacing it with his usual grimace; Still, he couldn't deny the immense satisfaction he gained from watching you fidget under his gaze, a true testament to his influence on you. The young general observed you for a moment before taking a few steps closer to you, practically towering over you. You inhaled sharply, not certain of what to do; the atmosphere became heavy, and you felt like you were suffocating. "You've were reckless, Miss (Y/L/N), to attempt a mission like that. You endangered the wellbeing of our pilots, and you could have been killed." He listed, making your face redden with embarrassment. "Are you going to fire me, sir?" And then, he smirked. "Fire you? Nonsense. One miscalculation doesn't discredit hundreds of successes," before you could breathe easy, he added, "Fire you? Oh, no. I'm going to have to punish you instead." Your breathing seemed to stop at once and you found yourself unable to look away from your superior as your heart pounded at the possible implication those words left behind. Armitage Hux could barely contain the husky chuckle that threatened to escape his lip, a dark smirk twisting on to his handsome face instead; You had caught on to his intentions, and the look of utter shock that realization left in its wake was feverishly spreading through your body. "W-What did you have in mind?" "Since you don't like playing by the rules, I want to see how well you can follow directions." You swallowed, eyes wide. "Sound fair enough?" Hux was anything but fair, but he was your superior. You had to listen and obey. With surprising certainty, you nodded. "Yes." "Perfect." Grabbing the belt around your waist he forcefully pulled you to him, a surprised gasp leaving your lips as heat floods your cheeks, staining them a dark pink. "I'm not the daft fool you take me for, (Y/N)," A deep smirk spread across his lips, "I've not been oblivious to your little, for lack of a better word, crush." Your eyes widened as your heart almost leaped out of your chest. He knew. The panic must have showed for he chuckled as he brought a gloved hand to your chin, the feeling of cool leather strange against your warm, flushed skin. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, sir..." The General moved in closer to you, smirking. "You're already in trouble, if that's what you're worried about," You could practically feel your face burning as he spoke, "No need to keep it a secret any longer, Captain." Before you could protest his lips collided with yours, silencing any embarrassed protestations you had about his accusations. Although you were surprised you melted in to the kiss immediately, providing Hux with all the encouragement he needed. A deep growl emitted from within his chest as he pushed the both of you backwards until you were pressed against the office wall, no space left between the two of you as his lips attacked yours. Waisting no time, his hands hastily undid your belt while impatient lips took over your own. His movements lacked any sort of delicate nature, as he had little concern for being romantic...his teeth tugged at your bottom lip, a soft moan escaping your lips as you allowed him to continue. His hands began to roam as he continued his exploration and you felt completely dizzy, thrown head first into a situation you never thought you'd face. The intercom went off, notifying Hux and the other leaders that their meeting would commence in ten minutes. Disappointment flooded your mind, knowing he would have to leave so soon. "Ten minutes is plenty of time, so long as you listen to what I say." Moving from your lips he began to pepper kisses along your jaw and neck. "Take this damn uniform off..." He mumbled against your neck, biting down and making you gasp with pain and surprise. "What if someone-" "-Our time is short, in case you didn't hear." He snapped, "I am your superior and you will do as I say, (Y/N)," He growled, "Or perhaps I should turn to more forceful tactics to correct such-" The intoxicating sound of his raspy chuckle filled your every sense, his warm breath teasing at your ear, "-Insubordination." Danger tinged his voice, causing your heart to pound harder than before. This was a game of cat and mouse, and he had you exactly where he wanted you. With a shaky hand you slowly began to unbutton your uniform while he slowly removed his gloves, his blue irises darkening as your coat fell the the ground. "Good girl." He mused, rough fingertips digging into the dips of your hipbones helping to pull your body close to his for just a moment so he could reach the waistband of your trousers. The soldier let out a soft huff of air while leaning down and pressing his lips to your exposed chest, sucking on the tender skin along your chest and breasts as he slowly began removing the last remaining piece of your uniform. "Hux..." He couldn't contain the moan that rose in his throat from the way you tugged at his flaming hair, but he grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head, pressing you up against the cool metal wall as his lips pulled in to a smirk. "I want to hear you say my title, (Y/N)." He tutted, his mouth moving along your collar bone, hips grinding in to yours as your eyes fluttered closed. Your breathing became shallow as he bit the sensitive skin of your neck as his hand slowly moved down your hips and towards your underwear, pressing a finger against your sensitive spot before beginning to work his hand. You couldn't help the low moan that escaped your lips, when he moved the flimsily fabric aside and continued his work with nothing between the two of you. "General...!" His fingers slowly began to rub against the warm spot between your legs, fingers squeezing sensitive spots, bending at just the right angle and stroking at a rhythm that makes your back arch and toes curl.You gasped, throwing your head back as you arched in to his touch, fingers clawing at the stiff uniform he was wearing. "Louder," He demanded, "You can do better than that." His fingers slipped inside only to immediately be met by your pleasured gasps and moans. You could feel practically run through your body like electricity. He moved quickly and roughly, as time was working against him. "G-General!" Your moans of pleasure only made him work harder, the encouragement making him chuckle. Oh, how he loved the way you said his title; He relished in it. Knowing how much power he held over you, knowing he could make your knees buckle with a single touch, knowing you completely succumbed to his every whim...he craved it. You could feel your legs begin to quake beneath you, your whole body tingling with heat as he pressed up against you, nibbling on your ear as he worked. He chuckled, his finger pressing against your spot as he moved to speak. "Eager, are we?" He taunted, "Not yet, (Y/N)." He slowly began to rock in and out, a whimper rising from your throat. You had given in quickly, feeling like you were getting close. "Not yet; that's an order." The thought barely crossed your mind before he removed his fingers. His lips ghosted yours but never met, a triumphant smirk poised on his strong features as your eyes opened in confusion, wondering why he had stopped so suddenly. The general was more than pleased with such a reaction, though he would never allow it to show. His mouth hovered above you ear instead of colliding with your now raw lips, his deep voice teeming with twisted satisfaction. "This punishment, Commander (Y/N), is the worst kind," He said with a snarky glint in his eye, "Because it's the kind of torture that can make one mad." Already you found his words to be proving true as you felt your whole body buzz, aching for his touch. He took the discarded gloves from his coat pocket as he leaned to your ear, lips brushing against your burning skin. "Now get dressed and return to your station." He ordered, sliding the leather gloves back on to his hands as he made himself look presentable once again. Armitage Hux was quite pleased with your cooperation; You had potential, certainly, and proved your loyalty....your submissiveness could be used to his advantage. Hux had already regained his stoic façade as he pushed past you, only pausing in the doorway as you struggled to comprehend what had just occurred. "Next time," He warned, "I won't be so gentle." You could practically hear the smirk in his voice. "As you were, Commander."