Loosely inspired by tags from someone’s post that I’m too lazy to link. You’ll see what they are soon though.
Kylo’s fingers twitched, the wanting to run the pads of his digits over the soft lace of your panties in his pocket burning slowly into a need. Hux droned, specifics of the functionality of the ship or what not breezing past him. Breaking, he allowed himself to slip a hand into the pocket of his pants, the effect immediate. His face flushed, teeth coming down to bite on his lip. ‘Fuck,’ he thought, prick budging up at the thought of you wiggling around, sliding the garment up your legs… up over the soft curve of your ass… He stood abruptly, cutting Hux off mid sentence, before excusing himself to his quarters.
On his way there, he remembered a detail he’d discovered upon memorizing your schedule for the week. You were working all day, your own quarters empty. Making an abrupt detour down the hallway, robes fluttering behind him, he approached your room.
Kylo originally had no intention of getting himself off in your room, but once he got there how was he to resist the urge to lay in the same sheets you did? Was he just supposed to ignore the fact that you probably touched yourself in that same bed? The thought crept over him like a chill, you, a seemingly innocent girl, with fingers dancing over your clit. Those same fingers stuffed knuckle-deep in your cunt.
He groaned at that, palming his cock through the fabric of his pants. Turning to press the front of his body into your bed, he grasped your panties in his closefisted hand. ‘Fuck,’ he thought, the smell of you intoxicating him. Hips rutting into the sheets on their own accord. Pictures of you writhing on these same sheets, moaning, aching for him. He couldn’t help it, the way his hips stuttered as he thrusted into your mattress, the terribly needy whines coming from his mouth; the fucking thought of you coming without him had him positively snarling and biting down on a knuckle. He thought of you spread out on his bed, pinned down, with hips trying desperately to roll into his; begging him to let you come, “Please, Kylo, please…”
His orgasm came fast after that, blinding in its intensity, leaving him panting into your pillow.
He stood up and observed your room, meticulous in his efforts to make it seem as though he hadn’t just cum in his pants on your bed. As he moved to leave, he paused. He walked over to your dresser, sorting through until he found what he was searching for. Upon it’s discovery, it was promptly stuffed into his pocket. Perhaps now you would come to him (and maybe even for him.)
“Ehm,” you were flushed and nervous. The sight of your Commander standing, smirking, before you without his mask on making you positively ache between your thighs.
“Go one, little one,” he soothed. “Ask your question.”