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It was absolutely futile to try not to stare at (Y/N). She was so striking; she was so completely separate from everyone else in the room. Though she merely worked in the command center of the Starkiller base, her demeanor contained an air of royalty. The way she held herself, perfect posture at all times, made her seem inhumanly perfect.
Her high heeled shoes clicked as she strutted across the bridge to her work station, black standard-issue pencil skirt hitched up slightly above regulation. Smirking slightly, she met no one’s eyes as she sat down at her desk. Despite (Y/N)’s immense group of fans, few dared to speak to her. Even General Hux and Captain Phasma seemed hesitant to speak to her, almost as if acknowledging her presence would make her disappear. Though she relished in the attention she received, (Y/N) put on a facade of innocence, meeting men’s lustful glances with bright red cheeks. She was somehow both intimidating and demure, and wholly aware of her effect on others.
But all in all, (Y/N) was still just a simple command center worker. Sure, she was an excellent worker who regularly exceeded expectations, but it definitely did not hurt that her wealthy parents owned an intergalactic conglomerate which regularly donated insurmountable sums to the First Order. She liked her job, as it was an opportunity for independence from her seemingly inescapable parents, but she firmly believed that her efforts were going unnoticed. How terribly wrong she was.
“She’s at it again,” Phasma commented to General Hux, whose stern eyes were fixated on (Y/N)’s back, (h/c) hair cascading over the collar of her uniform. With earphones in, she was typing faster than anyone previously thought possible, putting maximum effort into her job. In charge of hacking into the Republic’s systems, her task was critical but a rather domestic position. Phasma chuckled when Hux failed to answer due to his fixation on the girl.
“That’s the kind of effort that deserves a promotion. I’m quite glad that we came to that decision in our last meeting,” Hux stated in a matter-of-fact manner, trying not to let his feelings for (Y/N) show through his smooth voice. Phasma was already onto him, and rolled her eyes underneath her helmet. She was tired of the his escapades. Before she could comment on his statement, the general was walking briskly toward (Y/N)’s desk, ginger hair vibrant in the soft red light of the control room.
(Y/N) saw the general coming out of the corner of her eye, but waited until he had placed a hand on her shoulder to remove her earphones. She was a bit worried, as Hux rarely spoke to her.
“(Y/N), please see me in my office when your shift is over,” he demanded, more a command than a question. She nodded weakly, trying to quickly bury her worries in work. She then switched her music on again, and continued typing away at light speed, but concerned thoughts plagued her. When her shift came to an end, she nearly forgot to visit the general’s office. Swallowing her fear, she stepped into the small room in the hallway after exiting the command center.
“General?” She murmured as she poked her head through the door, wondering if the ginger man was present.
“Come in,” he said welcomingly, beckoning for (Y/N) to sit across from him. Carefully, she sat down in the chair, never taking her eyes off of her superior. “Are you aware of why I have summoned you?” He asked.
“No, sir,” she answered, doe-eyed and voice wavering. He chuckled.
“Don’t fret, you aren’t in any sort of trouble.” The girl felt a weight lift from her shoulders. “In fact, the situation is quite the opposite. I would like to promote you.” (Y/N) felt elation bubbling up in her stomach, eyes wide with anticipation. “From tomorrow onward, you are to be my personal assistant.”
“Oh my goodness, general, I don’t deserve this! Thank you so much,” she said quietly, hiding her blushing cheeks in her hands. Though she seemed bashful, she was grateful for a new opportunity to mess around with Hux.
“Report to my quarters at 6:00 tomorrow morning. You will follow my schedule, and fulfill any requests I make. Is that clear?” His light eyes bore into hers, an odd flare present that wasn’t there before.
“Of course, sir.” (Y/N) stood to leave, and was opening the door when he called out to her one last time.
“Oh, and a new uniform will be delivered to you by tomorrow morning.” With that, the girl was gone, and Hux was left to his own thoughts. He had deliberately chosen (Y/N) because of his obsession with her; this was the easiest foreseeable way to spark a relationship with her. He planned to keep her like a pet, maybe make a few indecent requests, and god knows what else. Whatever he chose to do, he wouldn’t dare let Phasma know, for she would never let him hear the end of it. Or Kylo Ren, for that matter. The general grimaced at the thought. The force-wielding knight was just as enamored with (Y/N) as he was.
(Y/N) woke up at 4:30 in the morning, determined not to be late for her first day as the general’s new pet. She laughed at the thought, and stripped of her sleepwear to take a shower. Her expensive shampoo smelled delightful as it cleansed her (h/l) (h/c) hair, making it lush and full. The girl dried herself off, wrapping her hair in a towel. She had just finished her makeup and blow drying her hair when she heard a knock at the door.
Still in a towel, she peeked through the small space. Seeing no one, she reached out to grab the medium-sized package. Opening it up, (Y/N) found it to be a new black uniform, but with several noticeable upgrades. It was a short black dress, made of the same silken material as the general’s uniform, and featured a belt for the waist. It was long-sleeved and high-necked, but its form-fitting design kept it sexy. It also came with leather gloves, a welcome accent for (Y/N), with her eternally chilled hands. But her favorite part was the shoes, which were black, patent leather, with a pointed toe and 4-inch heel. She adored walking in heels, and was positively delighted to have been given such an overall attractive uniform.
Now wearing the full ensemble, she observed herself in the mirror. It would seem that it was custom-made for her, as it hugged every curve perfectly. Her hair was pulled into a low, side chignon, a calculatedly messy hair style. She looked to her watch, seeing that it was now 5:30, and began walking briskly toward her superior’s quarters. As he was a high-ranking officer, his room was on the top floor, so (Y/N) had to take the elevator. While waiting, she pondered the fact that she barely knew the general. She had been serving under him for just over a year, yet she knew none of his preferences but timeliness and tidiness. And a lack of preference for the resident force user.
She rapped on his door, datapad in hand. Immediately the door opened, revealing Hux himself. Clad in his typical black uniform, he looked her up and down before meeting her eyes with a smirk.
“I see that the new uniform looks lovely on you,” he remarked, trying his hardest not to stare at her.
“A-ah, thank you. I apologize for being early, I can wait outside if you would prefer.” She blushed, looking at her feet.
“No, do come in. Have you eaten yet?” He inquired as (Y/N) walked into his home. With doors she assumed led to a bedroom and bathroom, the only thing in the room they were currently standing in was a small kitchenette and dining table. She felt an odd sensation in the pit of her stomach when he closed the door. She shook her head ‘no,’ and her stomach growled when she saw a plate waiting for her on the table. How had he known? she wondered. Little did she know that he had watched her for some time now, viewing video footage of her in her room as she dressed each morning. Despite the low resolution of the security cameras, it was obvious that she never ate before leaving her room.
“Please, do sit.” Now the general and (Y/N) were seated across from each other, a lovely breakfast between them. She hesitantly picked up the rolled utensils on the table, gently setting the napkin in her lap. As she poked her fork into the plate of eggs, the general continued to talk. “Today I have a meeting with Phasma, Ren and the Supreme Leader Snoke to discuss tactics. I will need you to take notes,” he explained.
“Yes, sir. But is it really okay for me to hear such confidential information?”
“Oh, dear, you needn’t worry about that. I’m sure you wouldn’t like to know what would happen if you ran your mouth,” he said darkly.
“Of course, sir.” With that, there was utter silence as the pair ate, Hux soundlessly observing his companion. She dripped with grace even as she ate, pink lips pinched tightly shut while chewing. How he wished those lips would press against his, and he began to imagine countless romance scenarios. When they were finished eating breakfast, Hux grabbed his greatcoat and opened the door for his assistant.
(Y/N) nearly jumped in shock when she felt a hand pressed gently against the small of her back, steadying her. She stared up at her superior, who met her gaze with a mischievous look in his eyes. Knowing what was on his mind, she played along, fiddling with her datapad as they walked toward the meeting room. He towered over her, even in her high heels, and almost unnoticeably desire began to burgeon in her chest.
Hux began an easygoing conversation, beginning in small talk about sleep schedules and ending in laughter. (Y/N) felt the stares of her coworkers as she strutted past the control room, and chose instead to look at the general’s smiling face. His blue eyes were filled with rare mirth, but turned dark when he saw the figure in front of him. The girl followed his line of sight, stopping on none other than Kylo Ren.
Ren was absolutely furious with Hux. The general was perfectly aware of Ren’s affinity toward (Y/N), yet deliberately appointed her to a position which would allow the ginger man complete access to his little pet. To add to this, he put her in a sexy uniform that wasn’t even in compliance with regulation, just to make Ren angry. And his hand at her waist - how dare he touch her! Though he was wearing his helmet, he knew both Hux and his assistant could sense his seething anger. He didn’t utter a word as he entered the meeting room, where Phasma was already waiting.
It was a dim room, with a hologram projector in the middle. The silver captain had predicted the conflict between Hux and Ren, and was not surprised when they began bickering.
“Hux, you and I both know what you’re doing,” Ren stated angrily, his voice modulator making the sound incredibly deep.
“Ren, it’s none of your business who I appoint,” he retorted, smirking devilishly. Phasma, sighing, stepped between them.
“Come on, you two. The call is starting in less than a minute.” At her words, the men shut up, and stood at attention while awaiting the hologram rendered Snoke. (Y/N) pulled out her datapad, standing out of the range of the camera.
The meeting lasted around two hours, with (Y/N) hurriedly typing notes about battle plans and strategies. She didn’t quite understand it, but she simply typed what she heard. Ren and Hux had a rare moment of peace, she noticed, but predicted that it wouldn’t last very long.
Unknown to (Y/N), Ren was barely paying attention to the meeting. The entire time Snoke was speaking, he focused on her thoughts. Although she was more focused on the meeting than he, he managed to access her thoughts about both him and Hux. He was honestly shocked while reading her mind, as he had previously thought her to be a very naive girl, but his new knowledge of her bondage fantasies did not take away his attraction one bit. If anything, he was more motivated to claim her, as he knew he could easily have the girl like putty in his hands.
“General, I will send this to your datapad immediately,” (Y/N) stated, tapping away at the screen. Hux’s device buzzed, and he casually scrolled through the notes.
“(Y/N), this is excellent. Keep up the great work.” He touched her shoulder reassuringly. “Let’s head back to my office, we have some work to do.” Hux placed his hand at the girl’s waist again, this time heading back in the direction of the control center. When they approached the office, his grip on (Y/N) suddenly got tighter as he jerked her into the room. He slammed the door, and pinned his assistant against it.
“Listen to me, (Y/N), Kylo Ren is nothing but trouble. He has nothing but materialist desires, and doesn’t have your best interest in mind. I suggest you avoid him if you want to keep your wellbeing, and your position,” he whispered angrily. (Y/N) had seen him irritated before, but never quite this irked. His face was an inch away from hers, and from the way his eyes wandered to her lips, she could tell he was wondering if he should kiss her.
“General, you shouldn’t be concerned. I’m fully aware of Master Ren’s lack of anger management.” She put a hand on his chest. “Besides, I like working with you - how could anyone else compare?” She gave a tiny smile as the general turned red. He backed off like her touch was burning him.
“I-I’m glad you feel that way,” he stammered. “I’m going to go check on the control room, while I’m gone make a visual of the plans Snoke was talking about earlier. I’ll be back in two hours.”
“Yes, sir.” Hux left, leaving (Y/N) by herself in the room. She hurriedly finished the graphics for the next battle, face screwed up in horror at the nature of the attacks. She could hardly believe a respectable man like Hux could come up with such despicable plots.
Now free to explore, she immediately went to the monitor on his desk. She estimated that she had at least an hour and a half to snoop, which would be plenty of time to find any dirt on him. Being an expert with computers, she knew how to search through all of his data without being caught. She also was able to temporarily disable the security camera in the room. After a little while of browsing, (Y/N) was shocked to see several lewd photos of herself. She genuinely blushed as she saw the images of her own face, contorted in pleasure and she touched herself.
It was only then that she realized that General Hux had been watching her through security footage for a while now.
“Damn, I didn’t know he was like this,” she thought to herself, a devilish grin creeping up on her face.