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my-head-is-an-animal · 6 months

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It's Not A Game If It's Real

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Orson Krennic x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut

Chapter 2

Orson watched you carefully, that perfume you wore was unmistakable, he’d spent the better part of an evening inhaling it like it was the only breathable air in the room, he wouldn’t mistake it again.

He’d awoken to find his bed empty, although unsurprised, Orson felt a pang of disappointment, he would have loved the sight of you first thing in the morning, igniting his every sense yet again.

He stood behind you and saw the small mark peaking just above your collar, the one he had placed there. He hadn’t realised at the time how big it was, but then he was a little distracted.

Orson could tell that you were mortified, but it was everything in his power to stop himself from laughing. The chances could not have been slimmer that he would ever run into you again. This was just a farce, and one he was enjoying immeasurably.

The first meeting between the department heads would be a short one, it usually was, but he couldn’t take his eyes away from you. Even without the dress, you were stunning. Your eyes flickered over your work, the way you wetted your lips occasionally, and the professional manner in which you conducted yourself when being spoken to. But always the hint of what was beneath the surface; desire, passion and a wicked playfulness that would disarm any man at every turn.

Once it was over, he noticed you breathing deeply and steadily. He needed to speak to you sooner rather than later.

‘Colonel Sarlin.’ Orson kept his voice steady, trying not to startle you in front of your peers, who were making their way out of the conference room. ‘I read your report on the new weapons system you’re researching. You’re looking into Kyber crystals?’

You cleared your throat, much to his delight. ‘Yes, sir.’ Keeping it professional while there were still people around was probably a good idea.

Your whole demeanour was different, the confidence you’d shown the night before was disappearing quickly and Orson didn’t want you to think the worst.

Finally, everyone was gone and it was just the two of you left.

‘Kaida,’ he said gently, feeling himself softening. He suddenly couldn’t help but laugh, easing your tension immediately.

‘Well, I’m glad you find this funny.’ You sighed, finally letting go of the professional façade you had. ‘I’m fucking mortified, if I’d known who you were-‘

‘You wouldn’t have asked me to fuck you like I meant it?’ Orson tried to stop laughing.

‘Oh my god.’ Your hands went straight to your temples.

Orson only stopped laughing when it was clear you were about to have a full on panic attack.

‘Kaida, just breathe.’ He said, with a slightly more serious tone, gently placing his hand on your upper arm. ‘Nice and deep, slowly. Just breathe. Everything will be fine.’

‘How can you say that?!’ You hissed. ‘I slept with my boss, and we did… oh my god, the things we did.’ You began pacing.

‘Tremendously memorable, if you ask me.’

‘Well, I’m not asking.’ You hissed again. ‘Oh fuck, I’m so sorry, I really shouldn’t be talking to you like this. Fuck!’

Orson leaned back against the table, still smiling at you and thinking this was just hilarious. He let you have a moment to panic before speaking again.

‘Would it help if I told you that what we did will not affect your position here?’ He offered. ‘I won’t hold it against you, I won’t treat you any differently or expect anything of you. What I said last night still stands, I will not pressure you into anything you don’t want to do… well, apart from where deadlines are concerned.’

You shrugged, agreeing that was probably inevitable.

‘You feel better now? Or would you like to vent your frustrations another way?’

Your head snapped around to Orson and he couldn’t deny a part of him was very intimidated.

‘I’m joking,’ he said, standing back up straight and almost backing away. ‘I’m joking, obviously.’

‘You had better be.’ You said, but once again hated it. ‘Oh god, I should be more respectful than this, I can’t just talk to you like I did last night.’

‘Certainly not in front of company… although I seem to remember-‘

‘Don’t!’ You snapped, seriously. Orson couldn’t help but laugh, easing your fears once again.

‘Okay, I’m sorry. If you’d like we can talk about this, I’m free tonight, if you are?’ He offered, but your suspicious gaze had him realising that the woman he met last night was a rare sight indeed. You just weren’t the confident, sexy, beautiful woman he’d spent hours fucking, at least not all the time, but something inside him wanted to see her again, he wanted to see the beauty you could be. ‘I’m not trying to insinuate anything, I’m not pressuring you into anything, but more suggesting it might be good for us to assess where we are and how we move forward.’

Orson watched you thinking for a moment, nodding to yourself. ‘Yeah, yeah, I think that’s a good idea.’

‘Good.’ Orson gave a brief nod. ‘In that case, good day to you, Colonel Sarlin.’

‘And you, Director Krennic.’

Something about the way you said it had Orson thinking on how much he’d like to hear you whispering it to him whilst in the privacy of his office. How beautiful could he make you feel once again?

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You managed to find your office and set up your things ready to work on your research into the Kyber crystals.

There was a lot to do and for the longest time you had been looking forward to impressing your new boss with your findings, but things were… slightly more complicated now.

You spent most of the day trying not to get distracted.

In your head you kept getting Orson and Director Krennic mixed up. Orson was the man who’d made you feel so beautiful you thought you’d die of too much pleasure. Director Krennic was a man with a reputation for being difficult to please, uptight and not one for dishing out sympathy at the best of times.

It didn’t seem possible that the man you’d met the previous night was an unreasonable man, however, you barely knew him.

‘Colonel Sarlin?’ A voice came from the door.

‘Yes?’ You looked up to see the Director himself standing in your doorway.

You checked the time, having found that it was well into the evening and you’d completely lost track of time.

‘Shit!’ You hissed, standing to attention. ‘Apologies, Director, I lost track of time.’

Orson smirked just a little, stepping all the way into your office and allowing the door to close behind him.

‘That’s alright, I’m early anyway.’ He said, his voice hitting that gorgeous depth that had you so sucked in the previous night. ‘You don’t have to stand to attention when we're alone, I’m not going to hold it against you.’ You frowned for a moment. ‘I have to say, I was incredibly impressed with your research, I do hope we can find a proper use for it.’

‘Yes, sir.’ You nodded, swallowing nervously. ‘Really?’

‘You sound surprised.’

‘Well, I… yes, well, no sir.’

That crystal gaze had you rooted to the spot, unsure of how to present yourself in his presence anymore. You knew Orson could sense your tension as he stepped towards you slowly.

‘We should talk more about it tomorrow once you’ve had a chance to rest.’ He spoke quietly, but always with that smirk. ‘For now, why don’t we take this conversation somewhere more private?’ You were about to speak when he held his hand up to stop. ‘My statement still stands, Kaida. I’m not here to make things difficult, but we do need to clear the air and I’d rather do so somewhere we can speak more freely.’

He was referring to your quarters which had no monitoring devices of any kind, standard for someone in your position. Your office had a camera, but Orson and a couple of security officers were the only ones with access to the feeds. Again, standard.

‘Of course, this way.’ You nodded, picking up your datapad and heading through the door that adjoined your office.

You hadn’t had a chance to unpack yet, having dumped your things in the middle of the floor, and heading straight for the meeting that afternoon. It was sparse and basic, open plan with a small living area and a bed that sat to one side. Your bathroom was the only thing closed off, everything else was basically like a studio flat, but there was something quite charming about it.

You quickly moved your bags away from the door, bending over and feeling Orson stop before walking into you.

‘You should unpack as soon as you can.’ Orson smirked once again, why did he have to look so good when he did that? ‘We find that officers who feel settled in their personal space, settle into their work more easily.’

‘I just didn’t have the chance, sir.’ You said, taking a deep breath and stepping into your space that still didn’t quite feel like your own yet.

‘Kaida,’ Orson spoke softly behind you. ‘You can drop the “sir” for now. I know that you must feel somewhat embarrassed, maybe even uncomfortable with what happened last night, but your research is the reason you’re here, it’s essential to my latest design, I need you focused on that.’

‘I know.’ You found yourself whispering. ‘It’s just that…’

‘Please speak freely.’ He coaxed. ‘You weren’t afraid to last night.’

‘That was different.’ You turned to face Orson, realising he was much close than you realised, that crystal blue gaze taking all of you in once again. ‘I was just… I didn’t think it would… it was just a game with a stranger.’

‘I understand.’ Orson nodded, folding his hands behind his back and taking another step close to you, you could smell the freshly cleaned white uniform he wore. ‘We all need a moment to be our true selves and finding someone to indulge with us is a privilege scarcely earned.’

‘But that’s not me.’ You half laughed. ‘I’m not that person. I don’t ask for things like that, it’s just…’

‘Selfish?’

‘Yes!’

‘Kaida,’ it was Orson’s turn to chuckle. ‘You’re allowed to be selfish, especially when playing a game for a night. You wanted to feel how beautiful you are and why shouldn’t you ask for it? As far as you were concerned, I wasn’t anyone important. But please don’t feel embarrassed about any of it. Speaking as the man you met last night, it was my pleasure as much as yours.’

You watched him for a moment or two, wondering who exactly this man was now. ‘You know they all say you’re uptight.’

‘Do they?’ Orson smirked, like he already knew. ‘And what do you think?’

You thought for a moment. ‘I think the man I met last night… honestly?’

‘It would be appreciated.’ Orson nodded.

‘When I got back to my room, I thought about how I was glad to have met you.’

You watched Orson take another step towards you, that smirk of suspicion plain to see. ‘Is that it?’ You frowned. ‘Seems like quite a plain thing to say after the things we did.’

At least he was still able to make you laugh.

‘Kaida,’ he said, gently. ‘Putting our professional positions to one side for a moment… I am glad to have seen that part of you. Something tells me you’re not exactly one for spontaneous nights spent with strangers.’

‘No.’ You chuckled. ‘Not at all.’

Orson nodded, you caught the small bite of his lower lip, before clearing his throat. ‘Well…’ neither of you were quite sure of the end of the sentence, but Orson somehow managed to turn everything around. ‘I will repeat what I said earlier: this won’t compromise your position, it was simply a coincidence and I’m sure we’re grown up enough to put it to one side. Besides, I can’t afford to lose you on this project.’ You frowned again. ‘I told you, the infamous Colonel Sarlin and her Kyber Crystal research is of vital importance. I don’t want to make things awkward for you, so it would be better for us both if we could agree to put everything behind us.’

‘Agreed.’ You nodded, smiling. ‘I want to be here and to continue my research. Putting this behind us seems like the most adult thing to do.’

‘Good.’ Something about his clenched jaw caught your eye, but you dismissed it as soon as you thought it could be anything other than awkwardness. ‘In that case, I’ll be going. I’ll see you tomorrow at our first briefing?’

‘Of course.’

It was a few seconds before Orson went to leave, but there was still one thing left to say. You stepped closer to stop him from leaving.

‘Orson,’ you said, making him turn around. ‘I just… sorry…’

‘What is it?’ He asked, gently. ‘You might not get another chance to say it if it’s personal.’ He coaxed you.

‘Look, I just wanted to say… on a personal level…’ you could feel the warmth flooding your body once again. ‘Thank you for letting me have a night for myself.’ You swallowed, watching his crystal gaze soften almost entirely. ‘It’s not often I feel particularly beautiful in any sense, so… thank you for bringing that out of me, it meant a lot… even if it was just a game.’

Orson didn’t take his eyes away from you for a moment, somehow they sucked you in and suddenly you could feel those warm lips pressing against yours once again. He gently sucked your lower lip, making you groan into a deeper kiss. Orson’s hands cradled your face, his fingers sliding gently down your throat, making you gasp out and feel his smile against your mouth.

Your hands found the buttons of his pristine white uniform and began unbuttoning frantically. Fuck, you wanted to feel that warm skin against yours again.

Orson helped to shake off his jacket, revealing his bare chest, his hands delving into your hair, unpinning it from the tight bun that was, again, standard for your working life. The second your hair cascaded down, Orson groaned, firmly pinning you to the wall beside your bed. You felt his hips pushing into you slowly, just enough that you could feel him through his trousers.

You could feel his lean waist under your hands, the softness of his skin, igniting your desires once more.

Orson suddenly grabbed your wrists, smiling against your lips, he brought them above your head, holding them with one hand and began unbuttoning your own jacket with the other. His mouth moved to your neck, sucking the sensitive skin and gently biting to make you sigh out close to his ear.

Orson growled into your chest as his mouth began descending down between your breasts, letting your wrists go so that you could feel his skin, his lean body, his soft hair.

He didn’t wait another moment, stripping your jacket off and throwing it somewhere behind him, before making quick work of your trousers and returning to plant a hungry kiss to your mouth.

‘Kaida,’ he gasped. ‘Tell me how you want to be fucked.’

The request on it’s own was enough to sent hot bolts through your core.

‘Right here.’ You needed him. You held onto his shoulders, giving into the deep kiss once again, fuck it was good. ‘Fuck me right here, Orson, please.’

He let out a dark chuckle and you heard his belt suddenly unbuckling and hitting the floor. Orson brought your leg to sit over his hip, pulling your underwear to one side, and in one gloriously swift motion, he thrust all the way inside of you.

You head stretched back at the feeling, your back arching as much as the wall behind you would allow for. Orson groan vibrated through your neck as he began gently biting at the sensitive skin, making you cry out with laughter at how good it felt to feel him once again.

‘That’s it, darling.’ He growled. ‘Just enjoy it.’

Orson’s fingers slid between you and found your clit, he knew how to make you come, so there really was nothing left to do but enjoy it. Your nails dug into his shoulders the closer you got to coming, but it only spurred Orson on that much more.

‘Come on, darling,’ he panted, his hip thrusting at just the right pace. ‘Let me see how beautiful you really are. Come for me. Just for me.’

The possession was what struck you down, the idea of existing only to be pleased by a man who clearly loved the way you looked when you came, was to die for.

‘Fuck, yes, Orson!’ You cried, holding tighter onto him.

‘Good girl.’ He smiled into another firm kiss, but he didn’t stop fucking you, in fact he removed his hand from between your bodies, only to slide it under your other leg and lift you around his waist. ‘God, yes!’ He groaned, kissing and biting your chest and neck. ‘That’s it, darling.’

‘God, Orson,’ you panted. ‘Harder, please.’

He chuckled at you begging for more, but not once did he stop. Orson thrust deeper and firmer, giving you exactly what you asked for, encouraging you to take him for as long as you could.

‘Fuck, I’m gonna come, darling.’ Orson finally gasped, his thrusts quicker momentarily before he moaned out your name, saying it over and over again like it was the only thing he knew how to say anymore.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a little at how good it felt to be a part of him once more.

Orson allowed you both a moment or two to calm down before the reality of what had happened hit you.

Orson felt you tensing, he gently pulled away from your neck, kissing your temple softly and inhaling deeply.

‘It’s just a game, Kaida.’ He whispered. ‘It’s okay to play once in a while.’

‘Yeah.’ You panted, still unsure of what exactly possessed you to sleep with your boss again. ‘I don’t suppose the air is that much clearer.’

Orson chuckled against your hair in a really rather domestic way. ‘No… or yes.’

‘What do you mean?’

Orson gently pulled back a little more. ‘What if…’ his soft gaze traced over your face. ‘What if we keep playing?’ You frowned. ‘We’re adults, we have needs and it seems like we can satisfy them for each other… quite well if you ask me. What if we play this game every once in a while? No one has to know, as long as we maintain professional conduct in front of others. There’s no harm in it.’

You thought for a moment. ‘The irony of you asking me that whilst you’re still inside me.’ You rolled your eyes, making him laugh.

Orson eased out of you finally, leaving you feeling a little emptier than before.

‘Why don’t you think about it?’ Orson kissed your temple again. ‘There’s no pressure to say yes, but… it could be fun.’

That smirk. It would get you every time.

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#orson krennic #orson krennic x reader #orson krennic x ofc #orson krennic fanfic #ben mendelsohn

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fenharel-enaste · 11 months

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Hey babyyyyy as your requests are open hehehhe do you have headcanons for Orson Krennic taking care of a sad/tired reader who is such a good girl? Tysm u r the bestest ever

Hi darling!! 💖💖

Just wrote this for you today! These were supposed to be headcanons, and they are, but somehow I got carried away and it's a kind of drabble too?? Idk what this is sdhbfd but I hope you like it!

Thank you so much for requesting this, I love you 🥹💖

We all know how committed Krennic is to his work, so commited that sometimes it might take him a while to realise that you are unwell. But once he does, he uses every spare minute to make sure you're feeling well. He would even drop everything and take the day off if possible and take you shopping or somewhere fancy for dinner, anywhere that may cheer you up and distract you from your problems.

He can't bear to see his good girl sad and will do everything in his power to distract you and bring a smile to your face.

That's always his first choice, but if you're too tired to go out, you'd stay home and he'd make dinner himself while you rest. Krennic wouldn't be particularly great at giving words of support or comfort - not that he doesn't care, quite the opposite, it's just not his forte to find the right words. But you know he cares by his actions, by how he would cuddle with you on the couch and ask you to tell him everything that's in your mind and your concerns. And he would just listen in silence, searching within himself for any way of helping you. Even though usually all you need is his company, he'd do the impossible to give you what you need.

He'd offer you a bath together, where he'd use your favourite scented candles and massage your back, shoulders and neck, helping you relieve every tense spot in your body. He would wash you with his arms around you as you relax with your back against his chest and your head on his shoulder. You would feel the touch of the loofah sponge exploring your body, pausing longer than necessary on your breasts just for him to listen to your lovely and soft moans.

"Shh, just don't think, my little one."

He'd end up with the sponge between your legs, rubbing you with it until he has you humping it under the foam. When he judged you were needy enough for him, he would drop it and replace it with two of his fingers that he’d slide inside you, finding your sensitive spot and taking care of it so expertly while rubbing your clit with his thumb. In the meantime, he would kiss your neck and whispers sweet nothings and praises in your ear every time he made you cum on his hand.

“Look at my good girl, behaving so well for me. Give me another one love.” No problems or fears anymore, just you and him in your mind and how good he makes you feel.

After your bath, he would take you to bed, where you would sleep, exhausted, content and safe in his arms. Krennic knows that, unfortunately, he'd have to leave early the next morning, so he'd want to cherish every moment of that night with you, his nose buried in your freshly washed hair, wanting to carry your scent in his mind the next day. He would sleep so happy knowing that he made you feel at least a bit better that day.

Tagging some besties: @starlady66 @lady-of-imladris @vellichormybeloved @thesolarangel

#orson krennic #director krennic #director krennic x reader #orson krennic x reader #director krennic smut #director krennic fanfic #orson krennic smut #orson krennic fanfic #x reader #rogue one #star wars #my fics

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eclec-tech · 1 month

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This has essentially been a collection for a while, but now it's literally a collection!

My first little Tech story introduced an OC that resonated with a lot of people, so I wrote more—and more, and more.

This is a collection of interwoven stories where two geniuses fall in love, a sniper meets someone who sees right through him, a war hero finds that the Force wants him to be happy, and all the clones everywhere suddenly have their lives given back to them by someone who didn't even know they could.

If you read it, I hope you like it. 🧡

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enaelyork · 9 months

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Orson Krennic’s wedding - [Reader Aesthetic]

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Request open for : Aesthetic - Fanfic - Headcanon

#aestethic #krennic headcanon #krennic #krennic x reader #director krennic fanfic #director orson krennic #director krennic x reader #director krennic #orsonkrennicedit #orson krennic x reader #orson krennic fanfiction #orson krennic #star wars fanfiction #star wars #starwars #star wars rogue one #rogue one catalyst #rogue one

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missbaycj · 1 year

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Hi, did you attend Jyn’s and Cassian’s (AU) wedding the other day? Almost everyone, even the troopers, were there. I only got this photograph, they look so happy.

#leave me with my delusion #i miss my babies #cassian meet melshi made me miss rogue one #cassian andor #jyn erso #k2so #kaytoo #bodhi rook #galen erso #chirrut imwe #orson krennic #rogue one #rogue one premiere #rogue one: a star wars story #just finished reading fanfic #my heart #rebelcaptain

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chaoticmagicblog · 6 months

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Hello darlings, I'm a long time Tumblr lurker but I've finally decided to post my first story. Let me know what you think.

I think its fitting that my first attempt should be Star Wars. Thrawn is my favorite character and I can't get the idea out of my head of him and Krennic sassing each other. It's post Death Star and definitely not canon 😂 Enjoy!

Sass Wars

In the hushed corners of the Imperial command center, Grand Admiral Thrawn and Director Krennic were locked in a duel of intellect, their exchange as sharp as lightsabers in a training session.

Thrawn, his calculating eyes fixed on a holographic battlefield, leaned casually against a viewport. Krennic, draped in his customary white cape, stood with an air of arrogance, eyeing Thrawn with a cutting grin.

Krennic quipped, "Thrawn, your tactical brilliance is only rivaled by your penchant for garish attire. Are green sunglasses the new fashion in the Unknown Regions?"

Thrawn raised an eyebrow, "Director Krennic, I find your fascination with capes equally perplexing. Are you compensating for a lack of flair in your architectural designs?"

Krennic scoffed, "I'd rather be known for flair than for having no sense of fashion. Tell me, do they teach the color wheel where you're from?"

Unperturbed, Thrawn replied, "Ah, Director, your obsession with appearances is amusing. I let my strategies speak for themselves, not my wardrobe choices."

Krennic chuckled, "Your strategies may be effective, but they lack the elegance of a well-designed Death Star. Precision, Thrawn, is an art."

Thrawn tilted his head, "And yet, the Death Star had a critical design flaw. Perhaps elegance should not come at the cost of functionality."

Krennic raised an eyebrow, "Functionality? I'll have you know the Death Star was a marvel of engineering until a farm boy and his friends stumbled upon its Achilles' heel."

Thrawn grinned, "Ah, the flaw of overconfidence. A trait shared by many, but few embrace it with such gusto."

Krennic retorted, "At least I'm not hiding in the shadows, orchestrating art exhibitions instead of leading troops."

Thrawn's eyes glinted, "Art reveals truths that are often overlooked. If you appreciated the subtleties of a well-painted masterpiece, you might not of designed a superweapon with a fatal flaw."

Krennic crossed his arms, "I'll take a superweapon over a painting any day."

Thrawn nodded, "And I'll take a well-executed maneuver over a cumbersome space station. But, Director, I suppose we each have our preferences."

Their verbal jousting continued to echo through the command center, a testament to the clash of minds in a galaxy ruled by the Galactic Empire.

#thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #orson krennic #director krennic #star wars #fanfic #fan fiction #sass #story #canon what canon

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eurydia · 2 years

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my first Star Wars OC one-shot is now available to read on my Ao3 ❤

Dark Star features Nylene Ves and Orson Krennic. she was first mentioned in my Star Wars OC line-up.

the title is based off a song by Jaymes Young.

dark star by Eurydia

more Ao3 info below

dark star (1404 words) by Eurydia

Fandom: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Orson Krennic / Original Female Character(s)

Additional Tags: Alcohol, Smoking, First Kiss, Making Out, Orson Krennic's Cape, Drinking, One Shot, Original Character(s)

Series: Part 1 of Star Wars OC - One Shots

Summary/Excerpt: "Some days he’d simply tell her what was on his mind, information that he entrusted with her and no one else. They both loathed small talk and the arrangement served them well. He’d never tried anything untoward during these meetings, and neither had she. But the longing stares and his uncharacteristic shyness weren’t lost on her. "

[dark star - fanmix]

#oc x canon #krennic x oc #orson krennic #star wars oc #swro #star wars #rogue one #star wars rogue one #director krennic #oc x krennic #oc/krennic #oc: nylene #my fanfic #sw fic #sw fanart #i had a lot of fun writing this and drawing for it! enjoy <3 #I created a series since there's a chance I may write for the others c:#orlene

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rebelkallus · 2 years

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A Long Time Ago In A Galaxy Far, Far Away…

IMPERIAL VACATION ON SCARIF

“Grief, loss and fear sweep through the galaxy in the late aftermath of the CLONE WARS. Many systems remain unstable as power has fallen into the hands of those who seek to rule with terror.

For most it is a lawless time of turmoil. For those of IMPERIAL IMPORTANCE, it is a time of rebirth. Rebel factions are rare and weak and for a short while, the galaxy is nothing but a peaceful playground for the EMPIRE.

Admiral THRAWN and his fiancée translator, Lieutenant Commander ELI VANTO, are aboard a shuttle destined for imperial occupied SCARIF. As a ploy to keep the Chiss in his good graces, the EMPEROR has granted them leave to enjoy the planet’s private vacation islands…”

NEW FIC: Predominately a fluffy thranto beach fic, but with a whole ‘mystery’ side plot that includes other thrawn and friends adjacent characters - its crack treated seriously, essentially. Originally, I wrote this back in April 2019 leading up to the release of Thrawn: Treason, but took it down for reasons. Was inspired to re-upload a newly edited version, because if Lego Star Wars can be silly with a Scarif vacation, then so can I !!

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#Imperial Vacation On Scarif #thranto #thrawn #eli vanto #mitth'raw'nuruodo #orson krennic #director krennic #star wars rebels #swr #rebels #rogue one #my fanfic

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yel-ashaya · 6 months

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Chapter 11 of my Krennic / OFC fic Wonderland is out now!

In this chapter, Ophelia embarks on her mission as Krennic’s double agent infiltrating a Rebel ring on Tatooine.

Read it here on ff.net and here on AO3.

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rawyld · 1 year

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I have been wanting to my favourite shipping from Rogue One.

#jynnic #fanfic #Star Wars fanfic #jyn x krennic #orson krennic x jyn erso #orson krennic #jyn erso #rogue one #star wars

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mendochurch · 9 months

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hello i am also asexual as one of the anons but i am absolutely going insane for Ben and his characters help 😩 !!! mostly talos and orson krennic

WHERE ARE THE KRENNIC STANS ?? WE'RE JUST 3 FANS- i want him to choke me and i have a kink with his gloves

This blog was busting at the seams when Rogue One came out, it was crazy! For me, I had never seen our lord and savior, Ben, before so I was like, “who is this grey haired middle aged man!?”

I even got his Funko Pop and the Elite Series doll. Also fun fact, if you read the prequel of Rogue One, it talks about Orson Krennic and his time at the academy.

He was a smart, lil party boy and at one point, while the Death Star was being constructed, he had his one suite in it…there was some kind of disturbance and he hurried out of his suite without a shirt on… HE WAS ROAMING THE HALLS SHIRTLESS

He also loves a good wine, and as we know, is a scheming lil shit and his middle name is CALLAN.

Love him ♥️

Oh I also forgot to add that from that, there was a lot of Jynnic fanfics… great times.

#ben mendelsohn #ask #anundyingfidelity #director krennic #director orson krennic #orson krennic

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my-head-is-an-animal · 6 months

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It's Not A Game If It's Real

Okay, so I know what this looks like, I know how it looks, it was supposed to be a one-shot, but ya gal just can't stop writing! So here's the masterlist for when another chapter is written. Can't guarantee there will be much story, but hey, let's not lie to ourselves, plot is just secondary at this point.

Orson Krennic x Fem!Reader

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI, Smut

Chapter 1

The first assignment you had and you would be leading a whole department. What a great fucking night this would be!

More than that, it was a great excuse for you to wear the most beautiful thing you owned, a floor length black dress, a slit that ran all the way up your thigh, a halter neck that revealed almost all of your back, a v that stopped just above your stomach. Damn, you were hot. The black heels that you rarely wore helped to straighten your back and elongated your neck. You felt so fucking sexy.

You kept your makeup minimal, just enough to lengthen your lashes, plump your lips and give just a little colour to your cheeks.

You looked at yourself in the mirror once more, deciding that the little diamond bracelet was all the jewellery you needed to make yourself feel beautiful.

Your friends were waiting for you in the lobby of the hotel you were staying in, a gorgeous, elegant building right in the middle of Coruscant, a place you could never have afforded alone, but on the Empire’s penny, it was barely anything to pay for class.

The bar was one that not many of the imperial officers went to, out of the way and exactly what you needed to help secure your confidence in your new job.

It was a great night, filled with champagne and laughter, one you’d not forget in a long time, but it was the crystal blue gaze that landed on you every so often from the bar, that really secured it.

You had no real intention of going back to the hotel with anyone, but the attention was enough. You knew you looked good, but seeing that someone else thought so as well, took your self-confidence to a whole new level.

Eventually the night went on and the blue gaze had disappeared. You felt a small disappointment, but brushed it to one side when you realised it was ridiculous. The man was handsome, yes, his fitted beige turtleneck that sat beneath his navy suit, highlighted his lean figure, and the way his gaze held yours when he swallowed a mouthful of gold liquid was delightfully seductive, but you weren’t there to pick up strangers, you were there to celebrate and feel good about yourself. That was it.

Your friends needed to head back to the hotel, but you still had something you wanted to do. Your evening would only be complete with one small indulgence. To sit alone at the bar and simply be elegant. You’d seen it in pictures and films, the beautiful woman simply enjoying her own company and it was something you’d always wanted.

You sat on the barstool, placing your small black clutch on the counter and ordered some wine. You weren’t drunk, not by a long shot, but you felt the warmth of the alcohol circling your body.

It was pretty much as you expected it to be, slightly boring, but nice to be looked at by one or two men who walked passed. You saw them staring hungrily at you through the mirror and pretended not to notice.

You finished your wine and just as you were about to pay, the blue gaze caught your attention in the mirror. He stood behind you with a small smirk on his face, his hands in his pocket, just watching you.

‘Hello.’ He said, his voice was rough, like a low growl and it sent a small shiver down your spine.

‘Hello.’ You smiled back.

‘May I?’ He gestured to the seat next to you.

‘You may.’ You nodded.

He slowly sat down next to you, still smirking. ‘I was about to ask if I could buy you a drink, but it looks like you’re leaving.’

‘I am.’ You nodded, again. If you didn’t know any better, you would have said he liked the fact that you were giving him so little to work with.

‘It looked like you were having fun this evening. Celebrating?’

It was so strange to watch a man so obviously attracted to you, dance around the question he clearly wanted to ask.

‘Yes.’ You turned towards him, curious about where this would go and somewhat excited about the game he was playing. ‘I got a promotion.’

‘I’m sure it’s well deserved.’ He seemed to be genuine in his words. ‘When do you start?’

‘I’m afraid, that’s classified.’

You watched his eyes flare with excitement for just a moment. ‘Then I’ll ask no more. Is your name classified as well?’

You gave a small chuckle. ‘No, it’s Kaida.’

‘It’s a pleasure to meet you Kaida, I’m Orson.’ He held his hand out for you to shake. The contact alone was warm and inviting, you could feel his pulse beating through his skin. Fast.

‘Pleasure.’ You hummed, his eyes darkening almost all the way. You couldn’t help but swallow at this new game you felt you were playing.

You sat watching each other for a moment or two, before Orson smiled a little wider. ‘May I be bold?’

You smiled with him.

‘I’m sure every man has told you the exact same thing tonight, but you really are quite beautiful.’

‘Thank you.’ You gently bit your lip. ‘It’s nice to feel it every once in a while.’

‘Is that what the celebration was really about?’ His voice was low, the seduction evident. ‘Feeling beautiful for a while?’

‘Yes.’ You found yourself breathing the answer. Something about the crystal blue gaze had you sucked in.

‘Then, may I be even more bold as to ask if you’d like to go somewhere a little more private?’ Orson’s voice was almost a growl and you were tempted to say yes, but this wasn’t really you, you weren’t someone who slept around, you were only there for the illusion, nothing more. ‘If I’ve made you uncomfortable, I apologise.’ Orson was so quick to read your expression.

You cleared your throat. ‘It’s not that.’ You shook your head, making him tilt his in questioning. ‘I just… I’ll be honest. I got dressed up, I came to a bar to drink champagne and feel good when men looked at me.’ You could see his smirk returning. ‘This evening was for me, no one else.’

‘I see.’ He nodded. ‘I can appreciate that, and I wouldn’t want you to feel I was pressuring you.’ You hadn’t expected him to be so considerate. ‘But understand that I find you quite beautiful indeed and as cliché as it sounds, I would feel honoured if you asked me to make you feel more so.’

You felt your mouth begin to water, the prospect of sleeping with this unusually handsome man was tempting, but you were still unsure.

‘That is quite an offer,’ you licked your lips as subtly as you could, but you knew he’d catch it. ‘How do I know you can live up to it?’

He chuckled lowly. ‘I’m afraid there really is only one way to find out. But let me put it another way. You clearly sit in a position of some importance careerwise, I too, have secrets I’d wish to keep. I don’t know your last name either, so any chance of compromising your position is almost non-existent. You don’t seem interested in anything long-term, I’m not either. In fact, I’m sure you won’t believe me, but my intentions tonight did not involve picking someone up.’ That part made you laugh. ‘I believe honesty is an extremely attractive quality in anyone, but especially for short-term gains. The truth of it is that I’ve been sitting at this bar thinking in those rare moments I caught your eye, how beautiful you would look in the light of my hotel room.’

You felt yourself suck in a shallow breath, his eyes flickered towards your chest for a fraction of a second, catching the sharp intake and knowing what it meant.

‘I’m more than happy to express more detailed honesty, if it would make you feel more beautiful this evening.’ Orson licked his lips, his gaze finally tearing away, glancing at the barman and breaking whatever trance he had you in. ‘The offer is there, Kaida.’ Even the way he said your name had your heart rate rising, his eyes found yours again. ‘If you say no, I’ll walk you out, say goodnight and wish you all the best for your promotion with genuine intention.’

You thought for a moment, you had no reason to think this man was lying, but there was one way to find out whether he was dangerous or not.

‘Will you give me a moment?’ You asked, watching him smile gently.

‘Of course.’

You finally let go of his hand that had been stroking your wrist ever since he introduced himself, grabbed your small clutch and as elegantly as possible, you made your way towards the ladies room.

Once inside, you felt much cooler, the air wasn’t as thick and the haze of everything Orson had said began to lift. You let the cool water wash over your fingertips for a moment, finding it soothing in some way.

You looked up to see that your light layer of makeup had done nothing to hide the flush that now coated your chest, neck and cheeks. You were giving Orson every sign that you wanted to sleep with him, and when you really thought about it, he was right, there was nothing that risky about it. You didn’t know each other, the chances of you crossing paths again were slim at best, and he enjoyed honesty, maybe you should have just indulged for a night.

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself to walk back towards the bar where Orson was nursing a nearly empty glass of golden liquid. You did your best to saunter towards him, catching his eye once again. His whole demeanour changed, where previously he might have thought you left, now he smiled as his crystal, blue gaze travelled down your body, then back up, licking his lips.

You stopped next to him and inhaled. ‘Were you checking me out?’

‘I was.’ Orson swallowed, smirking again.

‘Good.’ You whispered. ‘If you’re looking for honesty, then here’s mine. Tonight is for me to feel beautiful, I want to feel like I am worth worshipping,’ you heard him suck in a harsher breath. ‘I want to feel a man’s hunger for my body and feel him losing all control because of me.’ You stopped, noticing a small spot on Orson’s neck was pulsing hard, his heart was racing. ‘I want you to tell me all the things you want to do to me, Orson. I want to feel desired.’

Orson sucked in a deep and steady breath, clearing his throat. He smiled, knowingly. ‘Then I suppose we should go back to my room… get you out of that dress.’

You wanted to laugh as Orson threw back the last of his drink. He immediately stood, placing his warm fingertips on your exposed back, sending small thrills through your body, and guided you towards where the valet was standing waiting to pick up his transport.

Orson suddenly turned back to you. ‘I’m sure I don’t need to, but I will say it again, I’m not going to pressure you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. You’ll tell me if I do.’

It felt more like a command than a request, one he took very seriously indeed. ‘Yes.’ You whispered.

Orson smiled, biting his own lip and making sure you stayed warm next to him. The night air was cold and in a way it was helping your body ignite.

Finally, the transport arrived and Orson, ever the gentleman, held the door for you to get in, while he climbed in the other side.

You crossed your legs, exposing your thigh through the long slit in your dress. Orson’s eyes were momentarily glued to your skin. He licked his lips, watching as you traced your fingertips over the top of your leg.

Orson chuckled. ‘Making a man jealous in this state is a dangerous thing indeed.’

He made you smile, knowing you’d both rather it was his hands that traced your skin.

‘You have ten minutes to tell me some of the things that turn you on.’ He suddenly said, driving the transport away from the bar’s entrance. ‘The more detail the better, obviously.’ His eyebrow quirked a little, making you laugh.

You bit your lip and wondered where to start. ‘Things that turn me on.’ You said more to yourself.

It was quiet for a moment before Orson was kind enough to help you out. ‘Honesty seems to do something for you, if I’m not mistaken?’

‘Yes.’ You nodded. ‘I like detailed honesty as well, I suppose.’ You thought for a moment. ‘I like the idea of knowing exactly what a man wants to do to me, to be unable to resist.’

You watched Orson smile to himself. You suddenly thought to yourself how rare an opportunity this really was, one night with a stranger who seemed more than willing to give into your every desire, to encourage you to feel all the things you wanted to feel that night.

You turned your body towards him, catching his attention.

‘Things that turn me on.’ You repeated, biting your lip, finding your courage. ‘I want to feel something slowly dominating, Orson.’ You watched him lick his lips subtly. ‘I want to feel your hands and mouth on every patch of skin, feel you hungry for more while your mouth is between my legs.’ He sucked in a harsh breath, you tilted your head observing his reactions. ‘I want to hear you telling me how pretty I would look on my knees with your cock in my mouth.’ Orson cleared his throat, half laughing.

‘Oh, don’t stop now.’ He growled and some part of you feel compelled to answer.

‘I want to feel your body pinning me to the wall, your hands holding mine above my head, I want to feel like I’m your prize for the evening.’ You watched his hands tightening around the wheel, and his chest puff out slightly as the thought began turning him on as well. ‘I want you to have me against the wall, I want to feel your breath on my neck as you tell me how good it feels to fuck me.’

Orson let a steady breath go, clearing his throat.

‘Would you like me to continue?’ You smiled, teasingly.

He chuckled. ‘I’ve got half a mind to pull over right now.’

‘Only half?’ You bit your lip.

‘Don’t tempt me.’ Orson growled, making you feel the danger of turning him on any more than you already had. ‘My god, you may turn out to be more than I bargained for.’

You bit your lip again finally pulled up outside a beautiful hotel just a little way down from your own. Orson glanced over, grazing his eyes over your still exposed thigh and smiled.

He placed his fingertips on your lower back once again, guiding you to the lift. The doors closed and Orson watched you smiling again.

‘I’m unsure if it’s lucky or unlucky that we’re alone.’ He said, his body pressing gently against yours. You frowned in questioning. ‘The temptation to simply have you here and now is a very real concern.’

You sucked in a harsh, shallow breath. ‘Oh, really?’ You teased. ‘I do remember you saying something about how good I would in the light of your hotel room.’

‘Believe me, it’s the only thing stopping me from fucking you right in the middle of this lift.’ He growled into your hair. ‘And I wouldn’t care who was waiting to use the lift, they’d wait until I was finished with you.’

You cleared your throat, trying hard to breathe steady, but that warm scent that was entirely him was blurring your mind.

‘Well, that is interesting.’ Orson stood up straight, smirking to himself, but he said nothing else.

Orson ran his hand briefly down your arm, taking your hand gently, and leading you towards his room on a very high floor. He stopped for just a second, moving your body between his and the door to his room. You thought he’d open the door immediately, but instead he paused.

You felt his body lightly grazing yours, teasing you, never quite giving you enough to satisfy.

‘Kaida,’ he growled, you could taste the whiskey he’d been drinking that evening. ‘I want you to know something before we go inside.’ A small wave of dread washed over you, before Orson’s hand came up to caress your cheek, making you sigh out with relief at the contact. ‘Before this night is over, I will make you scream out my name for everyone to hear, and I will make sure that no other person ever feels good enough to touch you again.’ You let a heavy breath go before quickly sucking back in.

Orson opened the door behind you, you’d barely been able to breathe while he spoke lowly to you outside the room.

The dim lights came on immediately, Orson took your clutch from your hand, throwing it somewhere behind him and grabbed your wrists, using one hand to hold them above your head, and one hand to caress either side of your jaw. You noted that at no point did you feel like you couldn’t wriggle free or tell him to stop.

‘Look at you,’ he chuckled. ‘Your body is just begging for me to devour it.’

You breathed a laugh. ‘Yes.’

‘Look at me.’

You hadn’t even realised your eyes had closed. That crystal gaze was now obsidian, and it made your mouth water.

‘Fuck, you’re beautiful.’

Before you could respond, Orson pressed a firm kiss to your lips, groaning while he did and pressing his body a little more into yours. He was such a good kisser. He sucked your lower lip, gently bit it to make you groan out, his hand slowly descending down your throat, making you smile against him.

‘Oh, you filthy woman.’ He growled, very slightly wrapping his hand around your throat. How had you never known how much you enjoyed it? Orson’s careful exploration had you both realising that it was the suggestion of total domination that turned you on more than anything. Where choking might not have been what you wanted, the suggestion of it was a far more exciting feeling.

Orson kissed you harshly and softly, just finding what you liked and what made you moan. At some point you noticed he’d begun subtly grinding against you. He smiled against your mouth and allowed his hand to descend from your neck down the exposed V of your dress, stopping where the material joined above your stomach.

Orson took a moment to let you breathe, his forehead pressed to yours, his fingers tracing over the soft skin, he smiled a wicked smile.

‘In the interest of honesty,’ he said. ‘There is a very real part of me that would love to fuck you in the middle of a room full of men, all of whom could never have you the way I could.’

‘Fuck.’ You breathed. The thought on it’s own was a beautiful one, the idea of a room full of people wanting to do exactly what Orson was about to, was thrilling, sending hot rushes through your core.

Orson’s hand drifted further down to wear the slit in your dress exposed your thigh, you knew exactly what was about to happen and it excited you.

You felt his fingertips tracing the skin slowly, his rough hands wrapping around your thigh as you instinctively brought your leg up to wrap around his hip.

‘That’s it, darling.’ He hummed, making you sight. ‘You know what you want… fuck.’ Orson growled into another harsh kiss. His hand had run all the way up your thigh and found your hip, much to his pleasure, he found no trace of underwear.

You couldn’t help but chuckle against him.

‘Oh, you think that’s funny?’ Orson smiled, but there was real danger in his tone. ‘I could have just fucked you over the bar if I’d known,’ it only made you smile that much more. ‘Or followed you into the rest room, lifted your dress up and made you watch through the mirror.’ That one had you groaning out. ‘You see? I can break you as well.’ You felt his mouth devour yours once again, the thought of being fucked into oblivion by this man was something you desired more than anything. ‘In fact…’ Orson suddenly stopped, glancing towards the balcony if his room.

He let your wrists go, bringing your hands down slowly as he kissed you softly, grinding his hips against you, making you feel what you had done to him.

Orson suddenly stopped, taking your hand and guiding your weakened body over to the window next to the balcony, he made sure to stay behind you, placing your hands against the cool glass. You looked out to see the bustling city planet, it was late and no one would really be able to see you, but it was the thrill of getting caught all the same. You listened to Orson taking his jacket off and could just about make out his reflection.

‘What do you think?’ He asked, hands around your waist, still making sure you could feel how hard he was, his lips just below your ear, softly kissing the skin and igniting you in a new way.

You chuckled, absorbing yourself in his warm touch. ‘I think anyone could see us.’ Even just saying it made you sigh in pleasure.

‘I think you might not mind.’ Orson chuckled gently biting the sensitive skin. ‘I think if I looked the way you did, I’d want people to watch me come as well. People love to watch beautiful things getting ruined.’ The last part was said as a growl. ‘And make no mistake darling,’ he bit the sensitive skin between your neck and shoulder. ‘I fully intend on destroying you tonight.’

You let out a weakened whine, one that had Orson thrusting his hips a little harsher into you. He quickly spun you around, pressing your back against the cold glass and making you gasp at the sudden cold contact.

‘No more teasing,’ he said, breathlessly. ‘I need to see you come.’

Orson made you whine once again with his searing kiss, one that continued down your neck, your chest, between your breasts, his hands drifting over your waist, finally giving you a chance to wrap your arms around him and delve your hands into his lightly greying, soft hair.

‘God, fuck.’ You laughed.

Orson was finally on his knees in front of you, his hands either side of your hips and his lips pressed to the only material separating him from what he really wanted to be kissing.

‘That’s it, darling, let me hear you.’ He panted, pulling your dress up and out of the way and inhaling deeply.

Orson dragged his lips over your hips, his tongue coming out to taste the thin layer of sweat that had built up through shear arousal, it made him groan and lift your leg to drape over his shoulder. His hand slowly traced up the back of your leg, making your breath even shallower as he kissed his way between your legs.

‘Kaida,’ he growled, making you make some kind of noise in response. ‘Your pussy is beautiful.’

You barely had time to groan before Orson’s whole tongue ran through your folds, slowly and intentionally.

‘God, yes, Orson.’ You moaned, laughing with delight as he repeated the movement over and over against, groaning hungrily into you. ‘I…’ you panted, trying to verbalise your thoughts. ‘Your hand.’

It was enough to have him growling into you and Orson’s hand moving towards your centre. He went slowly, filled you with each finger, lapping your clit up, his other hand coming to hold your body in place while you laughed and groaned with each movement he made.

‘Fuck, Orson, faster.’ You panted again, Orson picked up the pace, but you still needed more. ‘A bit deeper.’ The second you said it you nearly screamed. ‘Yes!’ You laughed. ‘That’s it.’

Orson didn’t stop, the stamina of his tongue alone was enough to please any woman. But the second you began thinking it, you were closer than ever.

‘Oh my god, yes, yes!’ You cried, tightening around his fingers and scratching his scalp not of your own volition.

Orson slowed his pace, extracting every last little noise that he could from you, before softly kissing your clit. It was almost domestic, as if sealing his mark in some way.

Suddenly the cool glass was heavenly against your hot skin. You felt Orson standing in front of you, but it took you a moment to open your eyes, when you did, it was to find he also had his eyes closed, as if tracing the memory once again. You decided to take one more moment to do the same.

‘Fuck, that was good.’ You finally breathed.

Orson kissed you firmly, drinking you in as if the first time hadn’t been enough. He growled into every single movement, his hands cradling your face as you tasted his wet lips. It was never normally something you immediately wanted for, but the simple fact that he couldn’t get enough of you, was all you needed to kiss him just as fiercely.

You wrapped your hands around his lean waist and felt your own hips pushing up into his, making him chuckle into you.

Orson pulled back just enough to look at your face, his thumb drifting over your bottom lip, his jaw clenched for a moment, just trying to compose himself.

‘I’ll offer you a choice.’ He said, kissing you again, hungry for more. ‘I can either do that again, make you scream my name over and over,’ another devouring kiss. ‘Or we can put that pretty mouth of yours to better use.’

The weakened whimper was all Orson needed to know what it was you really wanted. He smiled.

‘Good girl. Get on your knees.’

He didn’t have to tell you twice. Orson watched you descend down his body until you were on your knees in front of him. With one hand he brushed his thumb over your lips, never taking his eyes away from yours, he was like a man possessed. The other rested on his silver belt buckle.

‘Are you going to let me do whatever I want with you?’ It was something about the power of him, the way you knew you were safe in his hands, all you needed to do was submit to the pleasure he was promising. You nodded and watched his mouth twitch into a smile. ‘Good girl.’

Orson took his time, he let you hold his thighs for support, while his thumb dipped into your mouth, encouraging your tongue to swirl around the tip. You listened to his other hand slowly unbuckling his belt and felt your excitement rise.

‘Darling, what I wouldn’t give for a night with you completely at my mercy.’ He said, making your grip tighten in his thighs. ‘A beauty like you deserves to be ruined by men like me, wouldn’t you agree?’

Orson removed his thumb for you to answer. You breathed a faint ‘yes’ and it was exactly what he wanted from you.

Orson finally got his belt undone, his hand still held your jaw in place as he ran his other hand over himself a few times. He brushed the tip over your lips, just giving you a small taste of his cock, before gently and slowly feeding himself into your mouth.

‘Oh, that’s it, darling, hold it there for me.’ He said, bringing your hands up to wrap around his cock, while he took his jumper off, revealing a very lean man indeed. Fuck, he was beautiful, and your thoughts were so clear from your weakened sigh, vibrating around him. ‘Now you know the feeling.’ He laughed.

Orson pulled his cock all the way out of your mouth, gently scooping up your hair, again running his thumb over your lips, before once again feeding his cock into your mouth. He made sure not to go too far just yet.

‘Fuck, you look so pretty wrapped around me like that.’ Orson was losing control over his breathing and it was making you wet all over again. ‘Will you let me fuck that pretty mouth?’ You found yourself instantly nodding and whimpering in desperation. ‘Yes? Is that what you want?’ He teased. ‘Okay, well you just let me know if it’s too much.’

That wicked smile was back, and you really weren’t sure if you were ready for what was coming, but if it meant watching his gorgeous face sigh and moan with pleasure, then you wanted it.

Orson made sure to grab your hair and slide his hand below your chin and down your throat. He held you in place, slowly testing how far he could feed himself into you before it was too much. Once he realised you could take him quite far, his thrusts increased.

‘That’s it, good girl.’ Orson moaned. ‘Just let me fuck you. You don’t have to do a single thing, just keep that mouth open for me.’ Orson encouraged, making you moan and whimper for more. ‘Oh fuck, I think you can handle a bit more. Yeah?’ You whimpered again.

Suddenly you felt his hips snapping into you and a pace you had never taken anyone before. Orson swore and laughed as he fucked your mouth, he was loving every moment of making you feel beautiful.

Without much warning, you felt him thrust into you and hold his cock there for a moment, you couldn’t breathe and began to choke. The second he felt you pushing his thighs back, he pulled all the way out.

Orson was on knees with you, gently stroking your cheek, letting your hair go while you gasped for air.

‘Just breathe, darling.’ He said softly, soothingly. ‘Deep breaths, you’re okay.’ You did as he said and found you were okay again. ‘You need some water?’

‘I’m okay.’ You shook your head.

‘Good.’ He kissed your temple and gave you a moment to breathe on your own.

You turned your head to kiss the side of his mouth, encouraging Orson to smile and sink into another passionate kiss.

‘May I be so bold?’ He asked, making you chuckle. ‘Can I do that again? You cannot fathom how beautiful it is to watch you choke on my cock like that.’

Another weakened whimper was all he needed to know you wanted him to do it again.

‘Remember to breathe, darling.’ He said, almost teasing you, making you smile around his cock once again.

The second time was easier, you were ready for it and able to hold him there longer. He told you over and over again how beautiful you were wrapped around his cock until you couldn’t take it anymore.

He kissed you, whispered praise, stroked you face and smiled into another kiss.

‘I think it’s time for you to be rewarded.’ He growled, bringing you to stand with him. ‘I think it’s time we got you out of this dress.’

Orson laughed with you and delicately began peeling your dress away. He was careful with it, acknowledging that it was probably quite expensive, he draped it over the back of one of the chairs in his hotel room.

You took a moment, feeling the slight ache in your jaw, but relishing the cool glass behind you all the same.

‘Well, aren’t you something?’ Orson licked his lips, letting his eyes drift over your naked form, the only thing left was the diamond bracelet and sharp black heels. You smiled and tilted your head, feeling your face flush, much to Orson’s delight.

He stepped up to you slowly, inhaling whatever perfume you’d put on that evening, his eyes fluttering closed as he pressed a soft kiss to your mouth.

‘I’ll not forget this night in a hurry.’ He whispered, his lips moving down your jaw towards your neck, softly biting the sensitive skin once again.

‘Fuck!’ You sighed deeply, noting how much it better it seemed to feel than before.

‘Whatever the lady wants.’ Orson chuckled into the crook of your neck, making you do the same as your hands ran over his broad shoulders.

His rough hands ran down your sides, his mouth found yours once again as he lifted your leg around his waist. You could feel the tip of his cock nudging you, making you gasp.

Orson stopped for a moment, softly kissing you. ‘You okay?’ He asked, gently.

You smiled, nodding. ‘I’m okay, just…’

‘What?’ Orson pulled back a little to see your face clearer.

You swallowed, almost nervously. ‘It’s just… as much as I’m enjoying this game…’ you cleared your throat, hoping it would buy you time to think about whether you should have said anything at all. ‘It’s just been a while.’

Orson smiled, his dark blue eyes grazing over every part of your face. ‘Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier.’ You frowned, chuckling slightly. ‘You still trust me?’ You nodded, wondering what exactly he had planned. ‘Good.’

Orson held your gaze, not letting you look away for a single second. He held your thigh around his waist, your hip in his other hand, you held onto his shoulders, occasionally playing with his soft hair.

‘Kaida.’ He whispered.

Slowly and carefully, Orson pushed his hips into you, stretching you gloriously with every inch.

‘Fuck.’ You panted, letting your head lean back against the glass as you took in the feeling of finally being filled with him.

Orson was breathing heavy into the crook of your neck, occasionally letting his tongue run along your collarbone. He suddenly growled and gently bit into the soft flesh of your shoulder.

‘If you were mine, I wouldn’t let you leave this room without marking your body. Let everyone know that only I get to see how beautiful you really are.’ Orson traced his teeth up your neck.

‘Fuck, Orson,’ you whimpered. ‘I’d fucking love that.’ You panted. He still hadn’t moved yet, still just letting you get used to him being inside you.

‘Darling,’ Orson pressed a firm kiss to your mouth. ‘Are you ready for me to fuck you yet?’

‘God yes.’ You laughed.

Orson was slow and considerate for a while, just letting you get used to how deep he could go. He watched your every expression, every second of the way your face reacted to his thrusts and relished in all of it.

He encouraged you to keep your leg wrapped around his waist for a moment, while he brought your hands above your head, you smiled loving every moment this man dominated your body.

‘Isn’t this what you wanted?’ He asked, almost mockingly. Holding your leg once again, while he kept your wrists in place above you. ‘The simple pleasure of being slowly dominated?’

‘Yes.’ You breathed.

‘And is it all you hoped for?’

There was something genuine behind the question, not just another teasing line, but something compelled you to give in entirely to the game you were both playing.

‘Almost.’ You smiled, making Orson laugh.

He kissed you again. ‘What can I do to make you feel beautiful, darling?’ He whispered against your lips.

You swallowed thickly, unable to believe you were about to say this. ‘You can fuck me like you mean it.’

Orson groaned, dragging his teeth across your bottom lip. His hips snapped up into you, forcing a higher pitched moan to echo out of you.

‘Oh, you have no idea what you’re asking for.’ He growled, but it only sent excitement rushing through you.

Orson dipped his head, gently biting the soft flesh of your chest, before dragging his tongue all the way up your neck.

‘Fuck.’ He groaned, pulling away, dropping your leg and turning you around so that your body pressed against the cool glass. Orson pulled your hips towards him and for a moment you thought he would simply watch you in the faint reflection in glass, but soon you felt his cock easing back into you. His hand fisted your hair, his other hand wrapped around your waist, pressing his much warmer body to your back, and began fucking you at a pace you didn’t know you were ready for.

You were no longer in control of any noise that came from your mouth. Orson didn’t stop fucking you, thrusting deep, keeping a relentless pace, one that would have you coming hard around him in no time.

His hand delved between your legs and Orson found a rhythm to stroking your clit, clearly he needed you to come again.

‘Come on, darling, I know you can do it.’ He mocked. ‘Just let go for me.’

‘Fuck, Orson, yes!’ You cried, feeling yourself barely able to clench around him from how tight you were and how thick he was. It felt like wave after wave of pleasure washed over you, it was never ending.

Orson slowed down, breathing steadily as he held your hips in place.

He ran his palm over your back, as if committing it to memory. Orson leaned down to place a gentle kiss to your shoulder and you could feel his smile.

‘See all those people out there,’ he whispered into the hollow of your ear. ‘They all saw you and wanted to fuck you senseless.’ It sent a thrill through you once again. ‘But none of them will ever be able to appreciate just how fucking beautiful you are when filled with my cock.’

You couldn’t stop the deep groan that echoed from your chest.

‘I think they’ve seen enough.’ Orson placed a swift kiss to your temple and slowly pulled himself out of you, making you whimper slightly. ‘Don’t worry darling, this is far from over. Get on the bed, on all fours.’

Orson let you take a moment to compose yourself, your legs were weak, and he chuckled in understanding.

‘You’re so smug.’ You shook your head.

‘I have every reason to be.’ He shot back.

You decided it was your turn to weaken him, and slowly climbed onto the bed, watching him every second you stretched yourself over the white sheets, arching your back so that your curves were on show for him.

Orson shook his head, smiling, but the warning was still there.

‘Be careful, if you tease me too much, I may not be able to control myself.’

‘Where’s the fun in controlling yourself, Orson?’ You let your head rest against the sheets, still watching him, never taking your gaze away. His face became one of almost defeat. ‘I’m right here, ready for the taking.’

‘Fucking hell.’ Orson breathed out, immediately striding towards the bed, pushing himself inside you and groaning out. ‘Fuck,’ he laughed. ‘You have no idea what you’ve done.’

‘I do hope I’m about to find out.’ You had no idea where this new side of you had come from, but Orson was relishing in it, and it was filling you with a new excitement.

Orson pushed a little deeper, taking a moment to compose himself before giving in completely.

Once again, his pace was relentless. He held your hips, keeping you in place as he cried out how good you felt, unable to stop himself. Orson suddenly reached for your hands, holding your wrists in place behind your back, his other hand found your hair once again and gently pulled up enough that your back arched perfectly for him.

‘Fuck, Kaida, you’re so beautiful.’ He panted, seemingly unable to control his words any longer. ‘Fuck.’ He pulled you up a little more, trapping your hands between your back and his lean stomach, his hand was then free to snake around and gently play with your nipples.

‘Oh my god.’ You whimpered.

‘That good, yeah?’ He teased.

‘Yes.’ You moaned. ‘Just… harder.’

‘Harder?’ Orson smiled. ‘You mean you want me to fuck you harder, or…?’ Orson pinched your nipple between his finger and thumb, making you almost scream. ‘There she is.’ He chuckled darkly. ‘I want to hear you begging for it.’ You weren’t sure you had the energy. ‘Beg me to play with your breasts and I might let you come.’

‘Please?’ You whimpered.

‘Is that it?’ He said, still fucking you and softly running his thumb over your nipple, none of it was enough. ‘Come on darling, let me know how much you really want it.’

‘Please, Orson, please.’ You cried out desperately. ‘Please, I want to come, please make me come.’

‘Tell me, come on now.’ God, he really meant it when he wanted you to beg.

‘Please.’ You begged again, allowing the desperation to pour out of you. ‘Please play with me, fuck me harder, mark me like I’m yours. Please, I need it.’

Those seemed to be the magic words to make him fuck you deeper, pinch your nipples until you were almost crying with how good it felt, and finally he bit hard into your shoulder, sucking at the skin and making sure you never forgot who did this to you.

‘Come for me, darling.’ He panted and you could feel how close he was himself. ‘Come on, that’s it, show me how beautiful you really are.’

‘Fuck, Orson, fuck, yes!’ Your whole body shook around his cock. Orson groaned into your neck, holding you against him, feeling every moment of both of you coming hard.

You both panted for a minute or two, Orson loosened his grip in your hair and let your hands free from between your bodies. You were both shaking, but Orson chuckled and still somehow inside of you, he lay you both down, his arms around your body, taking in the soothing afterglow.

You could feel the aches beginning to set in your muscles, but every second was worth it.

Orson managed to lift himself up onto his elbow, he moved your hair out of the way and traced his fingers over your shoulder.

‘Well, you’ll definitely have a mark there in the morning.’ He chuckled, but it only panicked you for a moment. ‘Don’t worry, you won’t be able to see it, I made sure it was far enough back that a shirt will cover it.’

You laughed. ‘That was very considerate of you.’

‘I’m sure you’ve noticed I have my moments of consideration.’ He chuckled and slowly pulled himself out of you. You suddenly hated the lack of contact.

You heard the bathroom light come on and Orson running the tap, but when he came back, he poured a glass of water from a bottle in the fridge.

He drank a little and helped you sit up on the edge of the bed, handing the glass to you. You hadn’t realised how shaky you had become, but that smug smirk was back, making you roll your eyes and laugh.

‘I hope it’s not too forward,’ Orson started, almost making you choke on your water. Forward was not really a concern of yours in that moment. ‘But truly, you are beautiful.’ The sincerity in his crystal blue eyes was enough to send much more delicate warm rushes through you.

You swallowed another mouthful of water. ‘Thank you.’ You whispered, making him smile. He understood what you were thanking him for.

‘If you’d like to stay, you’re more than welcome.’ He said, kissing your shoulder, tenderly. ‘You don’t need to feel pressured to leave any time soon.’

Again, it wasn’t exactly what you expected, but it was what you asked for. A night to feel worth worshipping and that was exactly what you got.

You stayed a little while, you lay in bed together talking about nothing of importance, Orson had asked you about what you did for a living, but it was classified, he respected that and moved on.

At some point you’d both fallen asleep, Orson with his arms wrapped around your body, but the sun was starting to come up and you needed to get back to your hotel and get ready for your first meeting in your new position.

You left Orson still sleeping and thought on how wonderful the night had really been. You felt beautiful and worshipped and like nothing else in the world was worth the time.

You managed to get back to your hotel without anyone important noticing you do the walk of shame, you showered and tried not to focus on the aches that now set into your bones.

It wasn’t a common occurrence for you to look dressed up in work uniform, but catching yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but think you looked rather pretty. You face still had a little colour from the night before, and your confidence was through the roof. You supposed it mattered more how you felt about yourself than anything, and on this morning, you felt amazing.

You caught the transporter ship that was taking you up to your new station and spent the next couple hours you had going over your new assignment. The few acquaintances you made did the same thing, but in amongst that, they spoke about the project leads and who to watch out for.

Finally, you were inside the station, you quickly dropped your things off in your new quarters and made your way to the department heads meeting. It wasn’t anything to worry about, it was just introductory, but another one of the heads, Colonel Sebastian Derma had given you a stellar piece of advice.

‘Just watch out for the Director and you’ll be fine.’ Derma said, as you both took your seats at the table, waiting for the Director to turn up.

‘Why? What’s his deal?’ You half smiled.

‘He’s just very demanding, a bit of a lunatic if you ask me, and has a temper like you wouldn’t believe.’ He continued. ‘You won’t find a sympathetic ear with him if anything goes wrong.’

‘So, he’s uptight?’

‘That’s a nice way of putting it.’ He chuckled. ‘I think he just needs to get laid, loosen up a bit.’

You chuckled quietly while everyone else got back to gossiping, while you took a soothing deep breath. Your shoulder was still sore from the night before, and you couldn’t help but try to massage the muscle.

Suddenly everyone on the opposite side of the table began stand at attention, you did the same thing. You felt someone standing behind you and took another deep soothing breath.

‘You may take your seats.’

You felt your whole body freeze, your blood was cold and suddenly all of your confidence began draining away. You knew that voice. That voice had drowned you in pleasure the night before.

‘Something to say, Colonel Sarlin?’

You suddenly noticed that the rest of the table had sat down and you still remained standing.

‘Oh, no-‘ you stopped yourself speaking, reminding yourself that he was no longer Orson, he was your boss. ‘Director.’ You gave an awkward smile as you finally took your seat.

That crystal blue gaze remained on you as you did, something annoyingly playful sat behind it. Why was he so smug?

‘I’m sure you all know, my name is Director Orson Krennic,’ he was loving every moment of this. Why did he have to look so good in uniform? ‘And I will be leading this project until it’s completion. You will all be under my supervision until then.’ No one else seemed to notice that he couldn’t take his eyes off you, an echo of the previous night, making your cheeks flush much to his amusement if that smug smirk was anything to go by. ‘Now, let’s begin.’

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Lace & Leather || Sugar Daddy!Orson Krennic x fem!Reader

Rating: +18 (smut)

Word count: 3k

Content/Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, p in v sex, Dom/sub dynamics, soft Dom!Krennic, Sugar Daddy/baby dynamics, some daddy kink, power imbalance, mild possessive behaviour, slight degradation, cock warming, oral sex (male receiving), alcohol consumption, praise kink (lots of this hgdhad), uniform kink, boot play (is that the name???). Let me know if I left anything out, please.

Notes: This is just a very self indulgent fic don't look at me hfhsdbc Thirsting over older men hours

It’s also on AO3!

As director Krennic's sugar baby, there was nothing in the galaxy that he couldn't provide for you, if you asked nicely. You only had to do one thing in return...

The agreement you had with director Krennic was simple. You didn't have to do anything really, just enjoy whatever activities you wanted to do. Learning, developing new skills, relaxing in the huge bathtub, taking care of yourself, enjoying all the luxuries the director could provide. He spared no expense to make you completely comfortable and satisfied in that magnificent station. You could have anything you wished for as long as you were there, you had only one single duty in return for it all.

You received the usual message that Orson was about to finish his day's work. As the man in charge of the greatest project the Empire had ever undertaken, the stakes were high, very high. His days were long and demanding in comparison to yours, so how could you not agree with your part of the deal?

You picked out one of the last sets of lingerie he'd bought for you, a white lacy one, so very revealing yet elegant and sophisticated. You shuddered when you remembered his eyes darkening when he saw you trying it in front of him for the first time, having to maintain composure in that expensive boutique until you arrived at his flat in Coruscant, where he unleashed on you all that lust he'd been hiding for hours.

You prepared yourself and stood facing the front door of the luxurious accommodations reserved for the station director, taking up the position he required of you. On your knees, hands on your thighs and head down, eyes fixed on your hands. Those were your only instructions once you received that message.

And waiting.

The rest would be up to him.

Sometimes he would arrive and simply want to relax with you on the couch or on the bed, or he would prepare the bathtub, where you always loved to wash and massage his body after a tough day. Other times he would simply use you, turning you over on the nearest surface and fucking you with little warning or time to adjust to him. That's why there was another rule you would have to follow. Making sure you were wet and ready for him at all times.

Not that you found it difficult, especially when you were on your knees, as you were now, with only silence all around you that would only be disrupted by the sound of his boots approaching from behind the door. The anticipation of not knowing which version of Krennic you were about to meet that night helped to gather between your legs the wetness he expected. Just for him.

When you heard the door slide open, you didn't look up, but you knew it was him. You could sense the smile of approval on his face, confirmed by the way he stroked your hair with his hand as he passed you, as if you were a precious pet of his waiting faithfully for its owner to come home. And in a way, that was the case.

You only allowed yourself to look up when he returned seconds later and squatted down in front of you, lifting your chin to make you look into his tired, but deep and caring blue eyes. He brought his face closer, pressing his lips to your forehead in a tender kiss. You let yourself get lost in his scent, he always smelled so intoxicatingly good.

His lips were still on your forehead when you heard a soft click under your chin. It was the leash that matched the collar around your neck, the leash you were not allowed to touch under any circumstances, that was only for Krennic to do. He always carried it with him. The collar, on the other hand, you always had to wear, whether at home or in public. It was a beautiful collar, made especially for you with the best quality materials. The leather around it was smooth and the inside was covered with fur, soft enough so it wouldn't hurt you from wearing it all day long. On the front, small diamonds formed the initials O.K. A reminder to you, and anyone you crossed paths with at the station, of who you belonged to.

“Have you been a good girl today?” He asked, stroking your cheek with his index finger still covered by his leather glove.

“Yes, Daddy.” It was an instinctive but sincere response.

He smiled contentedly at your response and rose to his feet again, tugging gently on the leash for you to follow him, crawling behind him to the plush black couch in the centre of the large room. As usual, you waited on your knees in silence for his command as you watched him pour a drink into his glass. Then, he sank down on the sofa, letting out a deep sigh.

“Let’s do some inspection first, shall we?” He wasn't really asking you; it was the first thing he did when he saw you when the day was over. Always. Without protest, you parted your legs and Orson leaned forward, full glass in one hand as he pushed your panties aside with the other. His eyes were locked on yours when you felt his leather-covered finger play around your entrance, coating it with your fluids before slipping it inside you. You bit your lip in arousal, unable to stop your whining sounds. Your hips moved involuntarily against his hand, but you froze when he gave you that stern look of his.

He withdrew his finger moments later to examine the slippery, sticky fluid you had left on his glove. “Good girl, always soaking and ready for me, aren’t you?” He praised you before brushing his soaked finger against your lips, which you parted to welcome it into your mouth. The taste of leather and your own fluids mingled on your tongue. You moaned around it, making a lewd sound that Krennic could feel in his crotch.

"Care helping Daddy with his belt, my dear?" You knew the meaning behind those words, and you could feel yourself salivating in anticipation. You unbuckled his belt, fighting the urge to rush, but Krennic didn't like rushing, not when instead he could observe your every gesture, your every glance, your body's every reaction to his words and his touch, how your pupils dilated and your cheeks flushed with every praise and every unseemly thing he asked you to do.

You released his semi-erect member, you didn't have to wait for instructions, you knew what was demanded of you. You took his shaft in your hand and stroke it a few times, slowly, as you knew he liked it. You watched him as he took a sip from his drink. Fuck, he looked incredibly attractive like that, so imposing in his full uniform, you felt like you were meant to be there, knelt before him. You ran your tongue flat against the tip of his cock and you watched him close his eyes and sigh heavily at the warmth of your tongue. You licked his length a few more times before taking it into your mouth, caressing it with your tongue, bobbing your head as you took him further and further, feeling his cock twitch and harden in your mouth.

"That's it, slowly... just like that... good girl." He tugged on the leash the moment he felt his tip touching the back of your throat. Stay there. That’s what it meant. And you held that position, using only your tongue to bring him pleasure as you struggled not to gag. Seeing you making such efforts to please him was even more arousing for him than any other thing. The station employees obeyed him because they told to or because they feared him, you obeyed because you craved it. The depraved things you were willing to do for him, the way you looked at him with doe eyes as you tried your best to take him whole into your mouth.

How could he resist testing you some more?

You felt him move his leg underneath you, followed by an unexpected pressure between your legs that made you jolt. The tip of his boot was now brushing against your clit through the delicate fabric of your lingerie as your whines and moans were muffled by his cock deep in your mouth. The prospect of a reward for good behaviour encouraged you to hold the position despite the tears building up in your eyes and the urge to buck your hips for more friction.

The director laid back on the sofa and watched the little show while enjoying his drink, he wished he could have you like this, moaning and struggling around his cock for hours. He was aware you were focusing your mind on not cumming, you already knew he wouldn’t be pleased if you came without permission. However, he took pity on you after a few minutes, bringing a hand to your hair to run his fingers through it and gently tugged on it to release you and let your beathing come back to normal.

“My poor girl, you’re so needy, aren’t you?” You cheeks were so flushed because of the effort he found you so adorable at that moment. His gloved hand cupped your face, brushing away your tears as he spoke. “But you did such a good job, my little one. You may keep rubbing yourself against me, I’ll even let you cum whenever you’re ready...”

Your eyes filled with gratitude when you heard his words. “Oh stars, thank you, sir.” And the next thing you knew you were clinging to his leg with your forehead resting on his thigh, panting and moaning against him as you rode his boot. How humiliating would it be if someone saw you in that state? Kneeling in front of a man of his position, rubbing against his leg like a bitch in heat? The thought only made the pressure in your belly build up even faster. Noticing how close you were, Krennic moved your hair aside so he could appreciate your flushed face as you pursued an orgasm that didn't take long to come.

“There you are... cum for me babygirl, let me hear those needy cries of yours.” And that was all, you knew you couldn’t have kept yourself from cumming even if you wanted. You gripped his leg tightly as your vision blurred and you rode your orgasm, crying loudly. The lace of your underwear was so thin you could almost feel the leather directly against your mound, so you moved your hips erratically against his leg to seek more and more pleasure until you could find it no more.

You rested your clouded head on his knee to catch your breath. Krennic leaned forward to place the empty glass on the small table in front of the couch. He must have finished his drink while you were immersed in your own pleasure. When he judged you'd had enough rest, he withdrew his foot from below you and made a disapproving sound when he saw it.

“Oh look at that, little one...” You looked down at his boot to see a white, slick stain. You hadn't noticed your own fluids had leaked through your lingerie; but you were dripping wet, there was no way you could've helped it!

“I’m... I’m sorry, Daddy... I’ll be more careful next time...” That was all you managed to say, unable to look him in the eye, but the director lifted your chin to meet your eyes warmly.

“It’s alright, sweetheart, don’t you worry about that. However, what do we do when we make a mess, my dear?” You didn't reply, he never wanted you to reply, only to do what you had to do. Eager to please him once more, you brought your head to the level of his boot and stuck out your tongue to slide it slowly over it, licking and collecting your fluids. You didn't know which felt more humiliating, rubbing against his leg until cumming as you had done, or that. But you didn't care, in fact, you were already starting to feel the familiar tingle between your legs again, making you squeeze your thighs together.

When you were sure you had left no trace of your slick behind, you sat back up to wait for Krennic's reaction. He seemed genuinely pleased with your work.

“Well done, my baby. Now, come here...” He helped you off the floor onto his lap, your legs on either side of his thighs, and he tugged the leash to pull you closer to him and kiss you. His tongue in your mouth tasted like the expensive liquor he had just finished; it tasted so fucking delightful your mind felt foggy once again and you couldn’t do anything but deepen the kiss. Without parting his lips from yours, he took off his gloves and put them aside on the couch. Now his warm hands roamed your arms and back so gently, lingering on each of his favourite parts of your body. You always felt so safe in his arms you wished you could stay like that forever.

Krennic only broke the kiss to leave more kisses, on your cheeks, on your jaw, on your neck... His hands moved to your breasts to fondle them, hardening your nipples above your bra with his thumbs. As much as he was enamoured of your bare body, some of the lingerie sets you sometimes wore for him begged to stay on your body, so delicate in comparison to the way he liked to treat you at times. The contrast never failed to drive him wild. He only allowed himself to pull one of the cups aside to free your breast and take it into his mouth, making you gasp with pleasure as he licked and sucked on your now hardened nipple.

His free hand slipped between your legs to push your panties to the side once again. He teased your entrance with the tip of his now fully stiff cock before pulling you down by your hips. You were so drenched it slid all the way in with ridiculous ease, making him chuckle at the slippery sound you made.

“Poor needy thing, you’ve been waiting for this all day, haven’t you?” You could only respond with a whine, feeling too heavenly full of him, and began to rock your hips, wanting to feel his thick cock everywhere inside you. “Waiting so eager to make Daddy feel good, that’s it... good girl.” He said with one hand resting on your hip as he tugged on the leash with the other, keeping you in place, allowing you to move only your hips, letting you know that even though you were the one on top tonight, he was the one in charge. He always loved to have his property under complete control.

With your hands clutching the back of the couch, you kept moving as you knew he liked best, at a pace that was not too fast, but steady, rolling your hips every time you sank back down on him. The grunts coming from his throat sent shivers down your spine and made you clench your cunt around him, making him throb right against your sensitive spot. You felt yourself getting close again, every pull on the leash reminding you of your place, and every praise letting you know how good you were at remembering it. You only needed his permission and a hard pull on your bare nipple to send you over the edge once again. “There, let yourself go, that’s my girl...” You lost control of your body, erratically moving your hips on Krennic's cock as the pleasure consumed you, and you wanted more and more and more of it.

Your orgasm had barely faded when Krennic gripped your hips tightly with both hands to hold you in place and began to thrust upwards, fast and hard, punishing your oversensitive cunt right after you had cum. It felt rather uncomfortable and you complained with a whimper, looking into Krennic's lust-filled eyes as yours teared up. “Shh... it’s okay, my sweet girl.” He reassured you with an almost condescending tone. “Just give me another one, you can do it.”

You collapsed on top of him with your arms around his neck as he marked your flesh with his fingers, seeking his own pleasure in your sore cunt. The room filled with slippery and slapping sounds, his cock was hot and throbbing inside you, rubbing your spot so roughly the pressure in your belly began to build up again in no time. There was no way of holding it back at this point. “There it is, make Daddy proud.” He encouraged you by bringing one hand to your clit to play with it with his thumb. And it came even harder than the previous one.

All your senses abandoned you, your eyes rolled back and your vision blurred, unable to feel anything but the director's cock sending the endless waves of your climax all over your body. You were pretty sure that whole sector of the station could hear your cries, but you didn't care, and certainly Krennic couldn’t care less either. In fact, knowing that everyone could hear how good he was making you feel, that those beautiful moans and whimpers belonged to him and no one else, was enough to make him spill himself deep inside you, his own grunts and panting masked by the last remnants of your screams.

Your legs were shaking on either side of Krennic's thighs by the time you were both sated. Your head rested on his shoulder and you buried your face in his neck, never getting enough of that delicious scent of his. He wrapped his arms around your body, stroking your hair as he whispered in your ear what a good girl you had been to him, his cock still inside you.

After a few minutes, Krennic murmured in your ear. “Alright, little one, why don’t you help me get off this uniform so we can have a bath together?” Your answer was barely a whisper through your tired smile.

After that promised bath, where you washed eachother’s signs of your previous pleasure, you cuddled together, naked on the large bed, and his loving, soft kisses on your forehead were the last thing you felt before falling asleep is his warm arms.

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