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(this is my first time writing smut, but this hit every button and I had to write it. hope this was what you're looking for, OP)

The outer edge of his empire was always difficult to keep hold on. Too close to the New Republic for complete control, he often had to go there himself, his very presence enough to cement their loyalty, at least for a while. It would do no good to lose any part of his empire, especially so soon into his reign.

Still, returning to the imperial palace was a relief, there was less of a need for keeping up appearances here. The court was comprised of families he had chosen as worthy, and they were smart and didn’t harbor any illusions about him or his consort the way the rest of the empire often did. Propaganda worked wonders, it really did.

As Hux walked to the apartments that he shared with Kylo, his thoughts turned towards his temperamental consort. He had calmed down quite a bit since the fall of Snoke, but turned his energy from destruction to fucking. A smile tugged at his lips when he remembered that last night before he had gone away, how Kylo had been near insatiable, writhing and moaning beneath him. “Don’t go,” he had moaned. “Stay here. I get so bored when you’re gone.”

“Someone needs to keep the palace in line,” he had said, lips against Kylo’s neck, nipping at the cords of muscle as he kept his steady pace in and out. “Despite it all, I trust you to do that.” Kylo had groaned at that, the praise enough to wrap his legs about Hux’s hips, pushing back at each thrust.

But the memory was broken when Hux entered his apartments, shrugging out of his coat and making to remove his gloves. He didn’t get a chance to, hearing a very familiar noise. He knew Kylo’s moans like he knew few other things, could place meaning to each pitch they took. And this one was pleased, and a smile spread across his face. Kylo had bemoaned how bored he got when Hux was gone, he was obviously taking measures into his own hands.

Hux expected to see Kylo pleasuring himself when he entered their bedroom, expected to see him using some toy or perhaps just his own fingers, but stopped short at what he did see. There was some man there, with short brown hair, fucking Kylo. The Imperial Consort of Emperor Brendol Hux of the Second Empire was being fucked by some anonymous man, arching into his touch and moaning when this unknown man bent over to mouth at one of his nipples, fingers toying with the other one.

Hux went entirely still, fury coursing through him and freezing like ice. He couldn’t move, not as this unknown man’s thrusts became less and less even, not when Kylo managed to get one of his feet on the man’s chest and push him away, pushing him out so his come spilled across Kylo’s pale thighs. And when the man reached for Kylo’s own erection, that was when the ice suddenly melted into a dangerous liquid of anger.

It coursed through him smoothly as he stormed forward, taking the man by the scruff and throwing him off the bed. Kylo seemed to notice him then, sitting up with wide eyes, staring at Hux as the Emperor snarled in fury. “Thought to make me a cuckold?” he snapped. “I’ll deal with you later.” And his attention fell on this man who dared touch what was Hux’s.

Red mist hazed over Hux’s vision as he bore down on the man, who was scrambling pathetically to get away. Grabbing him by the neck, Hux wasn’t even entirely certain what>/i> he was screaming at the man. All he knew was that he was furious beyond reason, and his hand landed on some ornament or another and smashed it over the man’s head before bodily throwing him out the window. It wasn’t his most elegant execution, no, but it got the man out of his territory. Well, not entirely.

Kylo didn’t even protest when Hux pinned him to the bed, went strangely pliant under his hands as Hux straddled his chest, anger still coursing through him as he glared down at his consort. “You’re mine,” he informed Kylo coldly. “No one else is to touch you but me.”

“Then you shouldn’t leave me alone for so long,” said Kylo, breathless. “I told you, I get bored when you’re gone.”

“Bored? And how many men did you let fuck you? How many did you bring into my bed? Really, Kylo, you couldn’t bother bringing them to your own rooms? You just had to let some nobody fuck you in the Emperor’s bed?”

“He seemed to like it.”

“That man I killed, was he the only one?”

“This time.”

The snarl surprised Hux by its intensity, but it was to be understood. Kylo had brought multiple people into their bed. Every time he had been gone and Kylo had complained of being bored, he had brought someone into their bed. Sometimes more than one person. Hux would find out exactly who and kill them just as he had the man whose spunk still painted Kylo’s thighs, but their deaths would not be so easy as that man’s. No, theirs would last a hundred times longer.

“I took a whore as a consort,” he snarled down at Kylo, getting off him but still holding him down. “There’s people out there who think they can touch what’s mine. If you’re going to whore around, you should charge them, we’d get more money than taxes that way.”

“So now you want me to take others to bed?” Hux answered only in a snarl, gaze going down to what was left of the man on Kylo’s thighs. Kylo shifted under that gaze, legs moving as if they could hide what was there. Without a word, Hux swiped his thumb through it, gathering it on his glove, before bringing it to Kylo’s mouth to clean off.

“If you’re going to act like a whore, I’ll treat you like one,” was all he said to Kylo’s surprised gaze. Still, his plush mouth opened to accept the thumb, tongue running across it and taking the come off of it. And again, Hux gathered more on this thumb, until Kylo had swallowed every bit of evidence, looking sufficiently cowed by the motion. Hux was hard by then too, and Kylo clearly noticed that, glancing down at it. “Oh so now you want to be fucked by your husband?”

“I did before,” said Kylo, not fighting the hold Hux had over him, one that was admittedly weaker than it could have been. “I told you, I get bored when you’re gone, I…” I miss you.

The thought, pressed into Hux’s mind, was too honest, too tender, and the rage faded in the wake of it. As if noting that, Kylo continued, despite that Hux’s face didn’t soften from its stony countenance. I only take them to bed because I miss you, miss you in me. I don’t let them come in me, that’s just for you. You’re the only one, I swear. I came to your bed a virgin, you’re the only one.

“A pretty speech,” said Hux, but he couldn’t snarl, not like before. No, this was more of a growl, harsh but not quite as animalistic. “But no matter if he came in you, you still let someone where no one but myself should be.” Fitting Kylo’s legs around his hips, Hux undid his pants, letting his cock out and watching Kylo’s breathing speed up at it, at the idea of being naked while Hux was still fully clothed. Thrusting in fully, Hux stilled and waited until Kylo began to squirm, trying to fuck back onto him before grasping his wrists and pinning them to the bed, beginning to fuck him in earnest.

Yes, yes, I’m yours, yours – mark me, let everyone know – I missed you, missed you – skin, I want your skin

“You don’t get my skin. Not until that man’s washed off of you. Right now I’m reminding you who you belong to.”

You, only you, only ever you.

“Say it out loud.”

“Yours. I’m yours, I belong to you, please, Bren, please, I need – I need you, all of you, please.” Hux merely took a handful of Kylo’s hair and held tight to it while he pressed a kiss to Kylo’s lips, swallowing the moan that came from the contact. Never let them kiss me either. That’s for you, only you, only ever you.

Hux’s orgasm came suddenly, marked by his teeth bearing down on Kylo’s shoulder as the man beneath him bucked up, seeking friction on his still-hard cock. But Hux didn’t give it to him, merely pulled out and climbed off the bed as he said, “If you don’t touch yourself while you clean that man off of you, I’ll take off my clothes for when I fuck you when you get out.”

For all that Kylo disobeyed for the sheer delight of getting a rise out of Hux most of the time, he was perfectly docile this one time, going into the bathroom to clean himself off as quickly as he could. While he was, Hux went to the comm in the wall and contacted Phasma, who had settled very well into being Captain of the Guard. “Your imperial majesty,” she greeted, voice steady and professional.

“Captain, there is a dead naked man underneath my window,” said Hux.

“I assume you have no idea how he got there?”

“None at all, I just got back as you well know.”

“Of course. I’ll have him cleaned away, my apologies you had to see him, however he got there.”

“Thank you Captain.” And when he hung up, Hux very carefully removed and folded his clothes, leaving them on a table that usually held a decorative vase, realizing that it had been that vase he had struck that intruder with. He didn’t feel bad, not when he was soon pressing Kylo down into their bed, sucking bruises onto his collar to mark what was his.

It was only after an hour that they lay in bed, Kylo held in Hux’s possessive grip as they both dozed in the sunlight that painted the room gold. “Never do that again,” said Hux simply.

“I make no promises, if you keep leaving me behind,” murmured Kylo. “Trust Phasma with the palace.”

Hux gave a heavy breath and finally said, holding Kylo all the closer, “Alright.” Kylo might muck up politics, but he’d rather have that than knowing that any man might be touching what was his. And anyway, he could fix whatever issue Kylo might create in politics easier than he could prevent Kylo from doing what he wanted.

That was your first time writing smut? Holy shit... That was fucking amazing. And Hux's conversation with Phasma made me laugh out loud.

well done :)

You should seriously write more. This is fantastic.

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writeranon this is amazing. I can't believe it's your first time, you wrote it very well! I really enjoyed your portrayal of their dynamic, especially with Kylo being needy under Hux and-GOOD LORD your Hux... I just.. yeah. whew.

the last bit with Phasma was a real treat, loved how Hux was so matter-of-fact about it haha. I can see her running around rolling her eyes while cleaning up their messes. thank you so much for filling this (and so quickly)!! I'll keep this close to my heart. :')

Holy crap that was so hot! Amazing fill anon.

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