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doublefacetiger · 9 months

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[Nebuleuse - NFSW WIP]

Am i sorry for this ? I don't know guys. Really i dont...

Tags/Warnings: age gap, trash talk, smut, oral sex (M! receiving), masturbation, sex in public place. 🫣

Tags : @fenharel-enaste, @starlady66, @alotofrandomfangirling

+18 DNI

I had stayed for a good hour in the street next to the offices, devouring pasta that I had reheated in a hurry, as if their digestion could do the same to me with the events that follow one another in my life.

Gobbling them up without thinking, as my heart tried to swallow my emotions until it sickened. The smell of tomato sauce and spices mix with the stifling and bitter atmosphere of the capital. A feeling sent back to me by the city and which strangely made me think of Krennic.

This city was in his image: Cold, ruthless, acid, the infamous smell less, of course. He smelled good, as long as his smell still haunted me several days after he touched me.

When I couldn't swallow anything more, I resigned myself to returning to the office, thinking that my stomach was as full as my soul was empty.

Broken.

Martyred.

The tumult of the building left me indifferent and when I took the deserted corridor reserved for our service I was exhausted. Nervously, psychologically, emotionally. I couldn't take any more of all this unsaid, of all this blackmail, I was tired of being a puppet at the mercy of the Tarkins. To have had to sacrifice my ideas to satisfy values that do not belong to me. Then, suddenly, a violent shock brought me out of my torpor. I had just hit something as hard as a wall, but way too hot to really be one.

Krennic.

—What ? I groan at his piercing gaze. Now was not the time to get in my way. I didn't want to see him. Don't want to play. And it wasn't just because of the oath I had sworn to my grandmother and my father had just burned. Not just because of the shit Ellie was getting us all into while fucking with Thrawn.

But it was him. It made me mad with rage to realize the power this man had over me and I couldn't accept that anyone other than Father could afford it.

He remained silent, his shadow advancing towards me, forcing me back against the wall where my back crashed. He took his ranks from his pocket and slammed the plate against the identification window. A satisfied beep sounded and the elevator door opened to release my back from its grip, allowing us to step inside.

I was shaking, my legs were struggling to keep myself upright, and my heart was probably going to stop any moment now.

—Something wrong, Orson?" I say in a wavering voice. Because it seems to me that you got what you wanted and that was enough to move on.

He looked almost as serious as a death.

— It's more easier.

I blink. He wasn't drunk, not a single ounce of alcohol escaped his mouth when he blew against my forehead.

— Simple ?

— To be ruthless. To play. That's why they call me a monster. But people make me sick. Their looks, their contempt, their endless flow of absurd words. They like to listen to themselves, they like what they are when they have no merit, when they were born like that, whereas I...

If I opened my mouth now I was going to miss something very important, so I was so petrified at the thought of him getting discouraged that I almost couldn't breathe.

—That's why I hate them. They don't have a clue what it means to everything I do, everything I've worked for. So I play to survive. I play because I convince myself that they are no more valuable than me, and you, you...

Me ?

I wasn't going to know. Not immediately. But it wasn't necessary. He didn't need to tell me what I already knew. It took my breath away so much that I barely realized his hand was already unhooking the opening of my uniform pants. At that precise moment I couldn't push him away, I didn't want to, I never wanted to.

—I need to fuck you. he whispers in a shaking voice in my neck, pressing me a little more against the wall. That's all I think Vicky. You. I need it and it's messing up my existence, my galaxy, my head and especially my priorities.

—Do it. I moaned. My hand slipped into his pants to grab his dick. His erection was so strong it instantly took my breath away.

I wanted it too.

I needed to feel him inside me, needed him to make me forget the shit we'd gotten ourselves into. To forget that life was just a dramatic series of disappointments that bound together to form a pitiful tragedy. That was the reality. Him, me, Ellie, Thrawn, we were all entangled in a war machine that crushed our souls and we wanted more and more. We were instruments who had decided to do as we pleased, dreading the moment when we would have to fall into line for good.

Krennic turned to press the emergency stop button on the elevator and then lifted me up to allow me to wrap my legs around his waist. My mouth crashed into his, devouring all of the air that was trying to escape. I bit him almost bleeding, desperately, greedily. It was as if my life depended of his mouth and what he was going to do to me.

He devours me relentlessly, crushing my lips in a destructive kiss. He kisses me without stopping, lips, face, jaw and my closed eyelids. I was ready to die like this. In his arms.

Adored by the only motherfucker in the galaxy who could make me see the stars.

Beyond his pants, I tried to caress him, to feel his penis swell even more between my fingers and this feeling made me lose the little reason I had left.

— Please. Please…

—Please what? his voice was deep, and i can see desire in his eyes.

—Please fuck me.

He laughed nervously. I had never had to beg anyone in my entire life. No one had resisted me, no matter the area of my existence. Except my family, except them, so it was up to me to bow down and accept the obligations. I couldn't take it anymore and never thought I was going to fuck them off begging someone to fuck me. But it was Orson Krennic. And with him there was always that moment of ruthless resistance that preceded a destructive explosion.

— It is complicated.

He was right. No time, no resources. One bastard in the family was enough. Nothing that allowed us to be able to do it in the rules. But it was too late to back down, too late to tell him to stop touching and biting me like he was doing. He had already given me too much and I wanted more.

—I want you inside me, you can't, you...

— I have a solution. He said with a smile, kissing the corner of the lips. He pulled back and dropped me to his knees, pulling his cock out of his pants before grabbing my hair to bring my face closer to the tip of his glans. I finished pulling his pants down to his ankles and grabbed his cock with my hand before kissing the end.

My desire for him was so depraved that I didn't feel a shred of shame at the thought of anything I wanted to do to him. So I took it as far into my mouth as I could, covering it completely before sucking it like candy. My hand moved back and forth around his base as we were captivated by noises that were sure to drive him crazy.

— Crap. He whispered as he wrapped my hair around his wrist. I was still pinned against the wall as he moved back and forth in my mouth, losing his balance so much that he had to hold one hand against the wall to keep from falling.

—Why do I always come back?" Why are you controlling me like that? What makes you so irresistible to me? Fuck.

I had no intention of responding to him, picking up my brisk pace and when my tongue pressed against the tip of his cock, the salty nectar tickling my tongue drove me crazy.

—Touch yourself, or I'll have to deal with you real quick.

And I comply, like the docile girl I was for him. Too curious to know where this little game will take us. But when I plunged into the throes of a pleasure that I barely discovered that I was interrupted by several shocks against the wall of the elevator.

— Somebody there ? Maintenance Droid!

— Shit ! Damn droid! he growled half-consciously, clutching my skull to hold me down as he sped up and down in my mouth. Tears welled up in my eyes from his repeated thrusts down my throat, steadily intensifying a little more.

—Keep on going. Touch yourself and let go of my cock. I'm going to cum, Vicky.

Hearing it rumble above me sent a shiver down my spine. We were about to get caught having sex in an elevator in one of the largest Imperial buildings and I couldn't see myself explaining how Krennic's cock had ended up deep in my throat. Because this droid was going to come back, write a report and it was going to sink us both. I should be panicking, but the situation was so exciting that I wasn't sure I would stop even if the robot were to force open the door.

— I will cum in your mouth. He repeated like a litany. It was delicious to hear the tone of his voice twist under the effect of the approaching orgasm. He was at my mercy, vulnerable, he literally depended on my mouth.

—Someone here ? launched the droid again through the metal wall. Krennic punched the wall hard.

—Director Krennic and Chief Engineer Tarkin. Can't send us help instead of bellowing? He roared in anger. I almost wanted to burst out laughing at how absurd the situation was. His body was starting to shake and his legs were starting to falter around my fingers. He was close, as long as he stroked my cheek as if to ask my permission. I nod gently and it doesn't take more than a few seconds for a warm, thick liquid to fill my throat. I had done this before, swallowing as fast as I could so the taste wouldn't soak into my mouth, but not this time. I let it sink into me for a moment before swallowing it while touching myself.

— Shit. He whispered, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me up. I hadn't reached orgasm and I fully intended to. He presses me against the wall, my hand still firmly anchored in my panties.

—I want you, Vicky. Entirely. Tell me you'll give me anything I want when we're down and I'll make you cum before that droid comes back.

—No. I say in a placid voice. I'm not excited enough, I lied. And now that I know that droid is coming back.

—He won't come, you'll come. Here. Provided you promise me that your little ass will be mine soon.

I laugh like a drunk. I was drunk to him, his scent and the feel of his body against my sweaty skin. His fingers, which rested on mine to guide them between my thighs, which I spread even further, made me dizzy. His middle finger slowly slid over my lips and moved up to tease my ass before returning to my drenched pussy and I pursed my lips not to give him what he wanted right away.

—You are very quiet today. he whispers in my ear. My eyes met his before hovering above us, letting myself be carried away by the delicious feel of his hand.

—I thought that was what you liked. The silence.

—Not with you. You are not like others, you are like me, you hate this world in the same way.

—Liar. You love this. Wealth, opulence, glory. You feed on it.

— Error. I'm just playing the game to get myself a place of choice, little star.

—Did you just give me a stupid nickname again, Orson?

My muscles contract gently around his fingers. This way he had to guide me in my caresses was a pure delight and I was too proud to admit it.

—It's always better than Honey

— I like that nickname.

—Would you rather little star, or baby Tarkin.

—No.

—Keep kidding yourself. He digs his fingers deeper into me and I scream as I cling to him, his teeth digging into my neck as I explode around his hand. No. I'm literally shattered. It was as if he had just slammed me against a wall and shattered me into pieces so violently that I wondered if I would ever be able to fix myself for good. The tremor that ran through me was so violent that I felt like I couldn't breathe. Knocks sounded outside.

—Director Krennic? K5W and K9SA for extraction. Stay calm.

Krennic looked at me smiling. He was buttoning his pants while I was doing the same with mine, my cheeks flushed. My face ravaged by what had just happened. I was persuaded to carry his stigmata for weeks and I literally consumed myself from within. Yet, I had never been so relaxed in my entire life.

—They said to stay calm. He put a mocking smile on his lips. His breath hit my forehead and I chuckled against his shoulder. If those poor droids knew what they had just escaped.

—Physically, I've never been this good. But here, we have just entered a dangerous zone, Orson. An area where I have never set foot before. I swallowed, fearing that my frankness would give me away completely. But the serious expression that crossed his electric eyes led me to believe that he was immersed in the same torments as me.

— Me neither. But I'm not afraid of the unknown. And you too, baby Tarkin, you survived on Geonosis, this kind of hostile terrain shouldn't scare you anymore.

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doublefacetiger · 10 months

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Not us here waiting to be fed nsfw Krennic hcs

Absolutely no one wants that. So I'm going to post this like this…Nobody cares about 😉

[Headcanon] - Dating Orson Krennic [nsfw version]

• Everyone seems to agree on the beauty of his eyes. But his lips, his hands, good god, it's the promise of heaven for you.

• Krennic can be tender and cruel at the same time. Sometimes he strokes you for hours, bringing you close to orgasm just by touching you, sometimes when the pressure is too much to handle, he fucks you like he's trying to kill you (or rather kill every possibility that you can get off with someone other than him).

• He likes to hear you beg him to make you cum and would tend to delay the deadline until you go crazy.

• Knowing your fascination for his fingers, he likes to use and abuse them. The last time you toyed with his nerves by flirting with an officer sitting at the same table as you, he slipped those under your dress and stroked you to orgasm. (You justified your condition by an awful calf cramp. Dear…)

• He likes to remind the world that you belong to him, this includes marks on your neck, thighs and entire body.

• Krennic has a weakness for fine lingerie, he completely out of control when you wear a black lace outfit worn in the back by satin threads and a night gown. You know that you absolutely must wear it when he returns from his mission.

• He has sometimes let you control. Allowing you to climb into his lap and tease his lips with your delicious mouth, allowing his hands to explore your thighs and buttocks with ease. But his dominating instinct quickly returns to the charge.

• He loves whispering hot words in your ear as he comes inside you. Covering you with praise with every orgasm he gives you. He doesn't take his eyes off you, capturing every expression that distorts your pretty features as you rock.

• He used the last dress your ex gave you to wipe up the cum he had spilled on your belly. Then ordering you to throw this crap in the trash with all the possibilities that another man can replace him in your life.

• There is nothing more delicious for you than the pleasure it takes when you suck it. You have the feeling that he surrenders completely to you and gives you exceptional control. Nothing is more exciting than that moment when it makes you feel like you're at your mercy (and you love playing it).

• The ISB may have an entire file of all of your sex calls.

• Probably they all know by now that he likes to take you to his office and wants you kneeling on his lap when he gets home.

• You like to taste things out of his mouth. He sometimes dips his lips in alcohol to let you devour his lips and intoxicate you with the amber and sweet liquid that he shares with you.

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