General Hux x Reader One-Shots

A Unique Form of Affection

Summary: Your love and devotion runs deep, but Armitage struggles to accept a unique form of affection.

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"Sit," You commanded, pointing towards an empty bar stool at the kitchen island. The food you'd prepared lay like an expertly crafted feast. Delicious smells permeated the suite. It caught in your apron and followed you as you moved through the space.

"Y/N," Armitage sighed, shrugging off his greatcoat. "I can't entertain you at the moment. I have to -"

You interrupted his diatribe by plunging into his arms. Stumbling back, he wrapped his hands around your waist to prevent you both tumbling to the floor. His coat slipped to the ground and you kicked it to the side.

Grabbing his shoulders, you pull him down for a desperate kiss. He grumbled into your lips, mourning his pristine uniform sullied with dirt and cat hair from the floor.

"Please just kiss me," You tugged him towards the kitchen, grabbing him everywhere you could reach.

Pushing the stool out of the way, Armitage shoved you into the island, taking control of the kiss. The chilly surface tickled your skin as your shirt rode up from his hands on you.

"Now that I have your attention, I made you dinner," You hummed as he kissed down your neck. He mumbled his agreement and continued to explore. "I want you to eat it. You don't eat nearly enough."

"What's the point when I could have my wife instead?" He lifted you from the floor and placed you on the island. Stepping between your legs, he ran his hands under your skirt, up your thighs. The touch of his fingers sent shock-waves through your spine.

"Love," You grabbed his neck to force his gaze. "Please."

With a sign, he stepped away and held his hands wide, as if saying 'impress me.'

You hopped from the island, landing hard on the floor, and ran to your shared room. Armitage watched as you rushed to the other side of the suite. The strings tying your apron on your back slipped from their knot and flew wildly around you as you ran. The other string securing your hair slipped from its place, letting your springy curls fall across your shoulders.

He cocked his head and leaned against the island. Crossing his legs and arms, he watched the door intently, considering everything he'd do to when when he could get you out of the apron.

With you arms behind your back, you hurried up to him.

Armitage leaned to the side, peeking around your arm. Evading, you bent down. He raised a brow and held out a hand, ready to accept whatever you would give him.

A massive bouquet of flowers hit his hands and dropped to the floor with a thud. Petals and greenery scattered across the floor and over his coat. The flattened flowers lay on the floor like the remnants of a long completed parade.

"You purchased flowers?" Armitage poked the shattered bouquet with his boot. "For myself?" He wasn't certain how he felt about his own money spent on frivolous items like flowers. They would die within days. What was the point?

"Yes," You bent down to pull them from the floor, unperturbed. "Do you like them?"

"Are you well?" Armitage grazed the back of his hand against your warm forehead. "You are flushed."

Running his hand down your arm, he pushed his thumb into your pulse, checking for irregularities. Your heart only raced faster at his touch.

"Perfectly well," You grabbed his hand and pulled him back to the kitchen. "Put these in a vase and then sit ."