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She would hardly know, save for the way that he'd breathed so raggedly once they parted, the high flush on his cheeks, and it would be as false as false could be for Jyn to deny that the sight and the sound didn't have an effect on her either - that she didn't want to be able to do it again, to touch and tease and drown in the sort of pleasure that she's been promised. There was something in the way that he watched her, something dangerous and predatory and primal, and it caused a pool of desire to begin building low in her belly. Yes. She was certain that he'd live up to his word and deliver exactly what he promised.

Just this once.

This was pleasure, not business, and the last thing that Jyn wanted was to focus on undesirable thoughts. That would only just serve to ruin the mood, and what a shame that would be. So, the easiest thing to do was to acquiesce, remove the blade, and prove that she was no threat. (She still was, though, she knew how to take care of herself physically should the need arise.)

Holster and knife sitting on the table along with the discarded wine, Jyn stood back up, once more resisting the urge to try to cover herself. As bare and vulnerable as she was, she knew that he was enjoying both his perusal of her, and how uncomfortable she felt the longer she had to undergo it. At least he gave her a bit of a show when he removed his cape - and just the cape, to her utter dismay - and she had to admit, however grudgingly, that he cut quite a sight in that white uniform.

Good girl, he said, and she almost lost control of herself right then and there. A hint of what she'd been wanting to hear - needing to hear, and for a moment, all she can hear is her heart pounding in her ears.

She swallowed hard, and shook her head, and caught the tail end of Krennic's next directive. And, once more, she easily complied, biting her lip as she waited for him to join her. Thankfully, he did not make her wait too long. But he certainly did take his time in arranging her to his pleasure, and setting her legs just so, and although every touch brought her closer to her eventual undoing, he still did not touch her where she wanted him to the most. And that should make her feel disgusted with herself, shouldn't it, wanting Krennic of all people to explore her most sensitive areas? A better man was waiting for her back on Yavin, she shouldn't be allowing this to happen, she should go home, to where she belonged and where she was wanted and needed ... and yet ... his palm sliding along her thigh, and she already quivered, helpless to call an end to it just yet.

Even through her heavy arousal, her eyes still shot open and fixed him with a highly displeased glare. "This isn't about them. Don't do that."

Edited 2017-02-05 09:26 (UTC)

Would it surprise her to know he was already hard within his slacks, beneath the tunic, and all for wanting her? He was only human, of course, and a man at that, but... perhaps it had been too long since he had enjoyed the more primal urges of life. There was something about the way she looked at him like, glaring, insolent and defiant. He liked that fire she had within her, liked that there was an unpredictability to her, even though she was not to disobey him. Krennic didn't want just a willing, completely pliant body - easy enough for someone like him to acquire a prostitute if he so desired. He didn't want that - he wanted her.

Still, the amusement was clear on his expression as he looked back at her. "It was intended as a compliment." But he didn't sound very sorry. That didn't stop him from moving up her body and looming over her for a moment. There was a darkness to his ice-blue gaze as he looked down at her, knowing that tonight she was his and his alone to do with what he wished. For a moment, the possibilities were endless, overwhelming. Shame that he knew they would only be able to get to so many. Patient man though he had shown to be so far... he wanted her, wanted to feel how wet and slick and tight she was. Would she cry out his name when he was pounding inside of her? The very thought made a muscle in his jaw clench briefly.

But... no, not yet. He wanted her to beg first. He wanted her to want him that much, to need him inside of her. So, instead, he fixed his gaze on her breasts, the way they heaved so enticingly. "I appreciate beauty where I see it," he continued his earlier thought, though his voice was low, rough - betraying him. Balancing himself over her on one arm, the other hand ran down along her breast, cupping it, appreciating it, taking a nipple between two fingers and just suddenly... pinching, lightly. Perhaps a bit abruptly. Testing. That was only the beginning of his exploration, mind. He wanted to see how she would react to being touched there. He bent his head down and simply mouthed along the swell of her breasts first... before moving to her nipple. Krennic sucked on it at first, his hand holding her breast in his mouth with a bit less gentleness this time... before he introduced his teeth. Just a hint of them, really, briefly, but enough. He did the same with her other breast, paying them both ample attention. Afterward, he inwardly delighted in how they flushed and looked so pink.

All the while he still wore his uniform, and the material was probably a bit rough on her skin when he moved against her. Draped over her as he was, she might be able to feel his hardness, his obvious desire for her. He was a highly disciplined man, but there was no stopping that. And, again... it was also a compliment to her. Oh the uniform would come off soon - much as he liked it, much as he liked how people saw him in it, the obvious way he stood out and cut such a powerful figure... it would be necessary. Until then, he moved away from her breasts after a time, scraping his teeth along her collarbone, pressing a kiss to the hollow of her neck. Not stopping there as he took her earlobe in his mouth, briefly. "Did you like that?" His voice, deep and commanding in her ear, hardly gave her the option of not answering. She would feel the reminder of teeth on her earlobe if she didn't answer him right away. For a moment his body covered hers, hot and heavy. "Maybe I should just have you press your lovely breasts together for me and fuck them instead. The thought of making such a mess all over your chest is a tempting one." He huffed a low laugh, lifting his head a little to gaze down at her. Some of his silvery hair had fallen out of place and out onto his forehead but he hardly minded. "No, that's not what you really want, is it? Tell me, Jyn. Tell me what you want."

It would not. But it would delight her to no end to find out firsthand the effect that she's having on him. He can see, feel, and experience exactly what he's doing to her, after all, it would only be fair. Even though she glared at him, she still obeyed the command to lie back, keep still. She could be compliant to his demands without losing herself in the process, and it's clear in her tone that she means exactly what she's said.

Of course he was amused, Jyn didn't expect anything less. The more she fought and denied her attraction, her particular cravings, the more pleased he'd be. But if she had anything more to say, the words died on the tip of her tongue in the moment that he shifted positions and hovered over the top of her, and watched her with that look in his eyes. Instead, her breath caught in her throat as she wondered just what he'd have in store for her first. They had the whole night, after all. (Not that one night would give them ample opportunity to delve into everything they'd hinted at via text, but it would have to be enough.)

Jyn wanted, and she wanted so powerfully that she felt ashamed for wanting so much, and from Krennic, of all people. And then, before she knew it, he was touching her again, and she was helpless to resist from arching into his hand, gasping out sharply when the surprisingly tender touches suddenly turned pointed, shocking her into muttering a husky "Oh, fuck". Jyn barely had any time at all to catch her breath before his mouth was upon her, and she couldn't hold her long, loud, pleased moan at bay even if she tried. The addition of teeth only had her shuddering in response, wishing for some sense of relief for the ever-growing ache between her thighs. He'd make her wait for that, she knew, and she groaned, barely refraining from screwing her eyes shut and pressing her head into the lush pillows, wanting nothing more than to watch every second of his teasing.

It was frustrating, not being skin to skin, but then, that was part of the fun, wasn't it? Torturing her mercilessly, until he was satisfied that she was practically drowning in her desire? But it was hard to voice her thoughts on the matter when he was so thoroughly rendering her all the more breathless with each kiss, and nibble, and suckle of sensitive skin. "Yes", she gasped, struggling to keep some of her ever dwindling composure. It didn't help when he sounded like that, as though it was getting harder and harder to control himself as well, the way he laughed, the hair in his face. Another time, another place, another partner, she'd reach up to brush it away, and she'd do it fondly, but as of yet, she hadn't been given permission to touch. Still, it made the sight so much better, the way he was slowly coming undone, for her, because of her. "I think", she started, taking a stuttering breath. "You'll find a way to claim me no matter what you do. But I want - I w - want ... I want you to fuck me hard, I want to feel it for days afterward, I want to come until I can't come anymore and I want to scream and I want - o - oh, I want ... you."

Oh, fuck.

The way Jyn had reacted while he was touching and kissing and biting her only spurred him on. It was certainly encouraging, certainly affected him, as well. Her first mutter of the word 'fuck' was lovely and arousing, as was the way her body shuddered and trembled, and all those sounds she was making. Krennic wanted to swallow them all, to devour her and truly claim her for his own, and his own only. In that moment she was only his, no one else's, and it fed his selfish pride.

Still, the way he felt when his mouth was on her skin and she reacted so heatedly was perhaps not quite as intense as when she answered his question. Hearing that she wanted him that badly and that she wanted him to take her hard and rough was almost too much. How easy it would have been to give in then and take her, to forget that he wanted to have her begging for it. Surely it was evident on his expression just how much he wanted her, and wanted to do to her exactly as she said. Fortunately he caught himself and controlled himself, letting his forehead drop briefly to rest on her shoulder. A silent smirk shook his own shoulders before he raised his head again and looked down at her. Already he was a far cry from his usual pristine, completely put-together self. Krennic leaned down suddenly and kissed her fiercely, demanding, indulging in her for a moment - he could pass it off later as rewarding her for her words, of course.

Oh fuck, indeed.

"Soon, darling," he told her, his low, roughened voice full of promise, "if you continue to do as you are told."

One last pleased chuckle, then he was moving away from her, down her body. Her knickers and garters were still on but he didn't yet remove them. Instead, without giving her warning, he took hold of her thighs and pulled her down forcefully, until her legs hung over the side of the bed. He knelt there on the ground between her legs, parting them, admiring the view though still enveloped in material as it was. He looked up at her darkly. "Are you wet for me yet?" Once he touched her there, ran his hand over her damp mound lightly, teasing, experimentally... he could feel just how wet she was. Leaning in, he pressed his face, his nose against her, breathing her scent in. Delicious. But instead of moving her panties aside, he licked a slow, wet stripe over her through the material, hands holding her legs down to keep her steady. He slipped his fingers beneath the seam of her underwear, but did not yet slide them down. "Ask me, Jyn Erso," he commanded instead, his voice like a growl. "I want you to beg for me to touch you, to fuck you with my fingers and my tongue." As if to remind her, to taunt her, he licked and mouthed over her again, so that her underwear was soaked from her own wetness and his tongue.

Edited (redundant typos ugh) 2017-02-07 08:17 (UTC)

It was, of course, impossible to keep from feeling anything. And that wasn't the point of this evening, anyway, repressing or denying her desires completely. This was about giving into those wants, unhindered by any guilt in doing so. (That would come later, and with a vengeance, when she was alone with her thoughts. And even later still, when she was reunited with Cassian, who was gentle with her, as though she was something fragile ... ) And it shouldn't surprise Jyn as much as it does that Krennic was so adept at pulling those noises and reactions out of her - it would seem that he was dedicated and methodical in all aspects of his life, not just in his work.

She almost wouldn't have been surprised if he had abandoned the plan altogether in order to fuck her into the sort of mindlessness that she's managed to describe. But, of course, that doesn't happen, thanks to his considerable self-control. Still, even in her haze, she took great pleasure in knowing that she'd tempted him, at least, if the way that he pressed his forehead to her shoulder was any indication. And while she wanted nothing more than to card her fingers through ever more mussed hair, she hadn't been given permission, so for as tough as it was to wait, she still managed. Barely.

And then he kissed her, and it was such a surprise that all she could do was whimper against the onslaught of his mouth taking complete possession of hers. He might call it a reward later, but at the moment, it felt punishing.

Breathless, speechless, all she could do in the wake of such a searing kiss and exciting promise was watch as he moved away, a little uncertain of his intentions, but not for long, once he unceremoniously yanked her to the edge of the bed, and took his place between her thighs, and okay, yes, this was happening now. Of course he took his time, when she was nearly quivering from the sheer need she couldn't hold at bay. Jyn inhaled a sharp breath at the first touch, and hardly had a chance to compose herself before she felt his nose and his mouth teasing her all the further while he held her down securely. Probably a good idea, she thought, shivering uncontrollably to feel his fingers so close to where she wanted him to be, but still without touching.

A keening little moan escaped her lips as she tried to gather herself enough to comply to Krennic's newest demand. "Please", she managed, her voice heavy with her growing desperation, every breath ragged as it was torn from her lips. "I want - oh, I want your fingers and your mouth, and I want you to make me come with them, a - all over them. I want - I need it ... want to taste myself on your mouth, want to lick your fingers clean if you'll let me. Please, I want, I need - ! Please ... "

Everything had him aching uncomfortably within his trousers - the sounds she made, the kiss still fresh on his lips, the way she looked so unraveled, and the reply she gave him. Jyn was proving to be better at this than he had originally hoped - the clever, creative partner, willing to submit to him so beautifully. In another world, another lifetime, he might have brought Jyn back with her family all those years ago and she would have grown up in the Empire. She could have been an Imperial too and become his 'bit on the side,' perhaps. He caught just a glimpse of it... but there was something to be said for the fight in her now, the knowing she hated him and what he stood for. She was not fragile and he certainly liked that about her. It was about the taking this from her, when there was a "good man" waiting for her back home. That thought as well as her pleading words made him actually growl this time. Krennic practically ripped her underwear, garters and stockings down and off, tearing the material a little in the process. He didn't care. Let her return to the Rebellion naked beneath the dress for all it mattered to him. The thought of her being nude beneath the silky material was arousing, really... and the sight of of her bare to him now, soaked and dripping and ready for the taking made him lose more of his already dwindling control.

So with an effort he stood, nimble fingers unclasping his tunic. He didn't give her much of a show - he was quick and methodical in his work, mostly from practice at dressing swiftly and routinely. Obviously he did not have the body of some young, muscled man closer to her age but he liked to think he stayed in relatively fair shape for his age, thank you. He was lean, muscles wiry, a trail of lightly colored hair leading down to what was hidden beneath his trousers. Well, it would only be hidden for a moment longer. The tunic tossed aside, he kicked his boots off next. Krennic watched her the entire time he undressed, his icy gaze dark, hungry, dangerous. The trousers were undone first and then his plain underwear came off, too. He straightened, slowly this time... and then he was completely naked for her to see. His cock jutted out - proud, dark and heavy between his legs. He took himself in hand, hissed a little when he gave himself one slow stroke - mostly for her benefit, of course. Let Jyn think of this when he was fucking her with his fingers and his tongue. Let her know he was a man of his word. One side of his lips curled upwards in a smug smirk at the thought.

He didn't take his time now, kneeling back down between her legs, though he did groan when he parted her lips and eased one long finger inside of her. She was so wet and slick and tight, that his cock twitched in anticipation. "Fucking gorgeous," he managed roughly, the usual smooth lilt long gone. He soon added another finger, all the way to his knuckles inside of her, enveloped in all that warmth... but he wouldn't keep her waiting. She'd been such a good girl so far, begging and pleading for him. After all, he would not be that cruel to her now. So, leaning in, he began mouthing and licking and sucking on her clit while fucking her hard with his fingers, merciless in trying to have her coming and coming for days.

Edited 2017-02-08 02:54 (UTC)

She'd take great pleasure in knowing that, too, that the pleasure that she was causing wasn't coming along without a little pain, as well. That, too, was, fair considering the amount of sheer frustration she was under the longer she wasn't able to do much more than watch as he teased and tortured her (in only the very best ways, of course) into deeper and deeper satisfaction. This was proving to be much better than she could have ever anticipated. And that thought, too, would give her pause much later, when she was able to think logically about it. Fleetingly, Jyn thought of another life, too, a life lived in the Empire. Could she have been a protege? A lover? Or both? But the thought was only momentary before she was brought right back into the moment as he growled and almost tore those woefully expensive underthings off. She'd lament the loss later - for the moment, she was breathless as she was laid completely bare in front of him for the first ~~last~~ time. She was so wet, and aching, and all she wanted was some damn relief.

But even then, Krennic didn't give her what she was desperate for. Instead, he stood up and moved away from her, and Jyn couldn't help the displeased little groan that escaped her lips once she was left bereft from the loss. She struggled to sit up on an elbow in order to get a better view, and although it was not quite the show that she'd put on, it was pretty safe to say that she enjoyed it nonetheless. Jyn bit her lip sharply, eyes dark with want trained fully on him as he undressed. Actually, she was surprised and pleased to note that he wasn't nearly as soft as she always assumed those in his position would be. Momentarily, she focused on his expression, his eyes, and shuddered underneath the heat of his stare. He made her feel as though she was really going to be in trouble once he got his hands on her again. She wasn't scared, per se, just ... nervous. Anticipating. But then he was removing his trousers, too, and although she blushed all the deeper for being so eager to watch, she managed to tear her eyes away long enough to do so. And then they widened, and she audibly gasped, and no, it should have been completely clear then that she was not in the slightest disappointed.

Before she blinked, he was re-taking his spot between her thighs, barely giving her a chance to breathe before pressing that one finger into her. As her breathing quickened, her thighs began to quake, as well, her soft little moan at his words more than enough hint of her enjoyment to hear it - and the way that he sounded more and more undone. And then he added a second finger, and she practically cried out in response. She could, though, couldn't she? Get loud, that is, without the fear of anyone overhearing. And Krennic was probably going to ensure that she left without a voice, just as he was going to make sure that she left sore and satisfied.

The addition of his mouth almost pushed her over the edge completely. Too soon, she thought, attempting to hold it at bay for a little while, adamant upon drawing out the experience for as long as possible, no matter how much it threatened to overwhelm her completely.

They only had the one night, after all. Best enjoy it as thoroughly as possible.

Jyn's fingers pulled at the fine covers underneath her, desperate to anchor herself down. "Oh, fuck", she moaned, her voice verging on a sob. "Oh, fuck, yes - !"

Krennic could be a very cruel man. There were few, if any people who would willingly call him soft, gentle, or sensitive. And if he was being any of those things, it was for a purpose, for playing a part and manipulating someone into doing what he wanted of them. His qualities as a lover probably changed and altered depending upon his partner but... Jyn was unique. That she was a Rebel made the situation special, but it wasn't only that. She was the daughter of a man he had been close to once, a man he had all but obsessed over - so that was certainly something, as well. But he had surprised even himself with her tonight. She made him feel like a younger man.

Still, though he had not shown cruelty to her at great lengths, he had made her wait. Her impatient groan when he had stepped back had been amusing. Fortunately, her reaction to his little show was not disappointing - it was flattering, really. He was not the sort of man to fool himself into believing he still looked like a man in his twenties. There were parts of him that were a bit soft, due mostly to working with his mind, through guiding the actions of others. But he didn't sit behind his desk all day and was not idle. He kept trim enough, clearly enough for her liking, and while perhaps not the most well-endowed man in the entire galaxy... he thought he did alright. And he wasn't going to leave her unsatisfied.

His jaw might be sore later but he was sure it would be worth it. He liked how vocal she was being, every sob and groan and 'fuck going right to his cock. Oh, how he ached to stroke himself and give into the relief he needed... or, better yet, to have Jyn wrap her pretty little lips around his cock. It was tempting to see how much of him she could take in and whether or not she had a gag reflex, but he also knew at this point, doing that... he wouldn't last long. And he had already promised her he was going to fuck her raw. Best not to dwell on the fact there would not be another time for... other things.

He wasn't silent himself, giving into a groan at both the thoughts of her sucking him off, as well as the sweet taste of her. And the sounds he was making with his mouth and his fingers pumping inside of her so wetly were entirely obscene. He was breathing harder now with the effort. Holding onto her thigh with his free hand, he looked up at her heatedly, needing to see her reaction, to see how she trembled and sobbed and cried out in sweet release. And he wasn't going to stop either, sure he could get her off at least twice before he was finished, before he could join her on the bed and make her taste herself on his lips and his fingers. Before he could finally, finally take her and fuck her and claim her as his own.

Come for me, Jyn.

He hadn't treated her the least bit cruelly, that much was true, but he certainly hadn't been soft, or gentle, and absolutely not sensitive. He was ... rough, but it was so damn good. There'd be reason to put on those other airs if she had something that he wanted and he needed to charm it out of her, but they'd both known from the beginning what this encounter was going to be all about. No need for pretending.

Deep down inside, Jyn knew how wrong this was, and on how many levels, but she couldn't deny the way that he was making her feel, the way she reacted so easily to his every machination, the way her blood felt like fire in her veins every time Krennic touched her. Stars help her, she was enjoying it. But then, that was probably obvious in the noises he coaxed from her, the way her body reacted so easily and thoroughly to him, the pure, unadulterated admiration, and, let's be honest, want as she watched him undress. She wasn't going to compare and contrast current and previous lovers, but yes, he was different, in many ways. But not any less attractive. Not any less desirable. She sighed sharply, wishing that she could touch him, prove her attraction, but knew that she couldn't, no matter how frustrating she found following that particular order.

She could, at the very least, and without inhibition, enjoy the ministrations of his practically pornographic mouth, and the fingers (long, thick fingers) fucking her hard, hurting her in all the right ways. There was no holding back the shudders that wracked her body from head to foot and back again. There was no keeping quiet for fear of getting caught. There was no faking the way that he was making her feel, how she was quickly finding herself overcome with the sort of pleasure she never would have expected from a man like him.

They had the whole night, after all. Perhaps after some rest, they could experiment with some other things. Maybe in the morning, before she was assaulted with guilt and made a run for Yavin. Maybe.

The sound of his groan mingling with the lewd noises made as her body welcomed his fingers again and again and again, and Jyn knew that she couldn't hold out forever. She was shivering from the force of holding her release at bay, soon, it would wash over her completely. She was fighting an admirable battle, wanting this to last for as long as possible, but she was on the losing end. He wasn't going to let her postpone it indefinitely, she could see it in his expression as he pointedly watched her, and even though he was too busy to say as much, she knew exactly what he wanted out of her.

One particularly intent swipe of tongue over her overstimulated clit, paired with a particularly rough motion of his fingers, and there's no holding back anymore. Her back practically arched off the bed, wave after wave of sensation washing over her over and over again until she lost herself completely, long, deep, pleased moans soon shifting and turning into soft whimpers, hips rolling and lifting as though to put a pause to everything, to let her too-sensitive body get some rest. Not that he'd let her.

It was too much all at once, and it threatened to consume her wholly.

Jyn was like a masterpiece, beautiful and filthy and completely his. She sounded even better than he could have possibly imagined, back before this night, when he had entertained the thought of such heated passions between them. Her mewling and moaning was sweeter than music to his ears, it was enthralling. Knowing that he had done this to her, that his ministrations were bringing this out of her was making him obsessed, and oh if he could hold out longer tonight he would, just to torture her even more. But all of this had aroused the hell out of him, and his cock was straining and too heavy between his legs, painfully aching for relief.

And then she was finally coming, and it took an effort not to pull himself away to he can watch her better, so he can go up to her and swallow all over the sounds she was making. But Krennic continued fucking her with his fingers and his tongue right through her climax, wanting her to ride every sensation, every pleasure coursing hotly through her veins. He followed after her rolling hips, not letting her free until he had drawn the last whimper out of her, and perhaps even a moment after that. Still, he was not cruel. He took his fingers out of her sensitive body, admired her lovely, reddened cunt, then leaned in to swipe his tongue over her gently. He lapped up some of her juices, knowing all the while how sensitive she must be but not really caring... before turning his heated gaze back up to her.

And when he moved back up her body, his eyes were dark, burning, looking as if he was ready to fuck her senseless right then and there. Truthfully, he was not far from it, but first he tangled the fingers of his cleaner hand in her hair, pulling at the strands and holding her head back for a moment. His other hand, however... he made her look at his fingers, soiled and sticky from his ministrations inside of her. "Look at the mess you've made," he tsked low, before placing his fingers between her lips, demanding she open her pretty mouth and take them in. She had wanted to, after all, and he wanted to watch her do it. His voice was harsh and rough when he ordered her to: "Lick them clean." He wanted her to taste what she tasted like, and watching her do it was more than filthy. It was obscene, dirty, and he groaned some as he watched her. Imagining how those lips would feel on his cock... but no, he knew he wouldn't last long if he had her do that, not now.

He chuckled a bit to himself as she worked, then leaned in closer. "You can touch me now, Jyn." Because he wanted to feel her hands on him, wanted her to be more of an active participant, and wanted to know that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. And then he was taking his wet fingers back and pulling her in for a kiss, his other hand still tangled in her dark hair. He kissed her thoroughly, completely, tongue and lips devouring, demanding. Krennic wanted to taste her again and let her taste herself on his lips and his tongue. His cock was hard between them where he rubbed and rutted against her, and maybe he wouldn't be able to wait and make her come again with his mouth. But he'd be damned if she wouldn't come with his cock inside of her, fucking her and splitting her open.

Edited (perfectionist reasons, shh) 2017-02-09 21:38 (UTC)

In the moment, she was. No one else was on her mind. Nothing was more important than here, and now, and the way that Krennic was so intent upon playing Jyn like she was an instrument of the finest making, coaxing her from one extremely satisfying and taxing orgasm into the aftershocks that continued making her shiver helplessly in their wake.

And still, she wanted more.

Jyn was in absolute pieces by the time the onslaught of his fingers and his mouth came to an end, shaking from the force of it all, boneless and sweaty and panting, barely able to muster a hoarse, choked yelp once he slowly removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue momentarily, honestly surprised when that doesn't set off another chain reaction of shivers, shakes, and sighs. Her thighs trembled and tensed, though, as if she were waiting for another sudden blitz of fingers and tongue, and too much too soon.

But that didn't happen. Instead, he moved until he was looming over her once again, and staring at her with such a ferocity in his eyes, darkening them until they were the color of a storm, and Jyn was helpless to do anything but find herself completely lost in them, inhaling her surprise as his fingers tangled in her hair and held tight, keeping her steady right where she was, unable to do much more but acquiesce to his demands, to gaze at fingers glistening wet with her own juices, eager as she accepted those same fingers as they invaded her mouth, the muffled moan that she let out around them profane to even her own ears, licking them clean, sucking every bit of them until every last trace of her was completely gone.

And then, when he was satisfied with her attentions, he gave her the permission she'd been burning for, and she breathed her relief as she finally let her fingers dance along those broad, strong shoulders first, down his arms, tracing the line of his collarbone with a deep, pleased sigh in the moment before he kissed her, a searing, punishing kiss that stole what little breath remained in her lungs. Still, she managed to gasp and whimper the thrill of the way he was indulging in her, even as her fingers continued their path downward, sliding between their bodies until she found herself wrapping small, slim fingers around his impossibly hard cock, sighing heavily with how hot, hard, and hers it is.

She wasn't exactly gentle with her first stroke, not when she was so determined to get Krennic to moan or gasp or whine against her kiss-swollen lips. She was given permission, after all.

Edited (tense change :/) 2017-02-10 09:42 (UTC)

Let it not be said that Krennic couldn't be a generous man. As much as he might have punished Jyn that night, he let her have her pleasures, as well. Really, all of this had been in her best interests - and she had taken to it even better than he had hoped she would. For all her defiance and strength, she had given up control so beautifully, and not it was time for her to get something back. It wasn't as if he didn't get anything out of watching her release, out of seeing his handiwork up close as it completely wrecked her little body. And when she was done and she was licking his fingers clean, moaning like that... it was all too satisfying for him. It was incredibly arousing, watching her suck and lick his fingers clean.

When he gave her permission to finally touch him, she still did not disappoint. Let her explore him, he wanted to feel her little hands on him. And when he was kissing her so deeply, lost in her mouth, her lips... he was indeed caught off guard by the path her hands took. He had been wanting some touch, needing the attention he had not allowed for himself up until now. And he did groan against her lips when she gave that nearly painful stroke of his cock, his hips stuttering into her hand as if of their own accord. But that discipline and control he'd been showing was quickly fading, because he was a man and he could only hold out for so long.

"Careful, darling," he growled in warning, his voice catching a little, roughly, as more of his composure slipping away, "or you'll be kept waiting." He nipped her lower lip, kissed her lips deeply, all the while his hips were moving, encouraging her stroking. Krennic was breathing harder now, clearly affected by her touch. Maybe next time he'd let her bring him to completion with her hands, or her mouth. But he had slightly more traditional plans in mind for her tonight.

"And I am going to fuck you, Jyn Erso," he managed to promise harshly against her neck as he bit down - not hard enough to break the skin but still poignant. There had been no rules made as of yet about not leaving marks - and it pleased him to think her captain might see the marks. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll feel me deep inside of you for days. Don't you want that?"

Edited 2017-02-11 01:47 (UTC)

Clearly! Since he'd been giving her nothing but pleasure without yet taking any for himself. And Jyn knew that as long as she followed his directions admirably, there would be no punishments - her goal, after all, was being the good girl he'd already said that she was. She'd obviously gotten frustrated at points, but she'd managed to keep herself under control, which surprised her, given the fact that she'd never been very good at exercising control, especially that much. Truth be told, at the moment, nothing was more rewarding than the way he watched her obey his every command.

As much as she wanted all the time in the world in which to explore, she knew that she wouldn't have that. So she kept to the areas that she wanted to become intimately acquainted with the most - shoulders, arms, chest ... and she imagined that as a younger man, filled out a little, he would have cut quite an enticing figure. Not that he didn't now, of course, with the confidence and power radiating from him.

And then her fingers curled around his cock, and even more of that admirable composure slipped away, and Jyn couldn't help the way her wicked grin spread slowly on her lips. Still, she acquiesced to the warning, both adjusting her grip and her pace to something less harsh - firm, steady, but less apt to get him off before he lived up to everything he's promised her. Her breath caught in her throat as he kissed her again, totally caught up with the way he was breathing hard, the way his body moved in response to her, spurred on by the way he called her darling in that voice, deep with desire.

She'd have shot back something about how he could keep her occupied with his mouth and his hands again, but then he promised that, and bit into already sensitive skin, and there was no helping the way that she shuddered in return, gasping sharply at the thought that he might leave a little something behind. "Yes - !", she stuttered, swallowing hard even as she nodded jerkily. "Yes, please - !"

Call him old-fashioned, but Krennic wanted to actually claim her, to fuck her deep and come inside of her. So though her hand was more than nice where it stroked his cock, he wanted to know what she felt like, some deep-seated desire to take that final step to making her his. And if it was only this one night, he certainly wanted to make it lasting, to leave an impression on them both. Oh, she had already surprised him and kept him more than interested, but when it came to Jyn Erso, he had quickly discovered he wanted it all.

The way she replied to his question was obscene in itself - pleasing and arousing. Honestly, he could hardly stand it for how much he wanted her, how much he wanted to give it to her when she sincerely seemed to want it just as much. It was intoxicating and it made him feel powerful and he kissed here again, because she had been doing so very well. But his already sweat-slick body ached for her, and if he couldn't be inside of her now, Krennic was sure he might go mad. So reaching down he took the base of his cock in hand, carefully positioning himself. And because he wanted to watch her and see her reactions, he stared at her intensely, breathing hard out of his nose, trying to make himself go slowly.

Of course, he lost nearly all of his composure the moment the tip of his cock was inside of her, the rest following slowly, so achingly slow.

It was very tempting to thrust inside of her completely in one fast stroke, but instead he eased himself there, her walls slick but tight - so damnably tight. All that tight heat overwhelming him, there was no stopping the slow, loud groan that escaped his lips, nor the way his eyes rolled back a little and he closed them. "Fuck, ah fuck," his measured accent was completely gone now, having long-since given way to something more rough, more raw. But it took an actual effort to go so slowly, and once he actually bottomed out inside of her, groaning again... it was another effort not to move right away. "Fuck, Jyn... you're so tight."

He was balanced over her now and trying to let her adjust, his arms trembling a little... but soon movement would become a necessity. Because it was torture for him not to move inside of her, not when every muscle in his body ached to do just that, so when he thought she was ready he did just that - slowly, grunting with the effort, so that he was almost completely out of her... before thrusting back inside of her - harder, sharper this time, the movement bringing with it a low, guttural growl. Well, he had said he would fuck her hard, hadn't he?

At this point, Jyn was practically salivating for that very same thing, for the moment that he took her in all the ways that he'd promised that he would, to ensure that she felt it and remembered him for days to come, to leave some trace of himself behind, no matter how dirty and shameful she'd feel afterwards. It was only one time, one night, and whatever she ended up feeling would fade with time. She'd ... get this out of her system, and return to Yavin and Cassian, and she'd never think of it again.

Except ... it was going to be difficult to forget feeling like this. It would be hard to discard a want that was so overpowering the only way to satisfy was by giving in. And the way Krennic had called her good girl had pushed buttons deep within her that Jyn didn't even know that she had. To say that she wanted it, wanted him would be an understatement of epic proportions. And finally, he pulled away, and she couldn't help her anticipatory moan, nor the way that her entire body quivered as she waited for him to settle between her parted thighs, for the first moment that he began pushing into her.

And no matter how difficult it was to keep her eyes open, she forced them to stay that way, to maintain eye contact the entire time, her eyes dark with desire, her cheeks flushed, her lips parted and only parting all the wider in order to breathe as he (too) slowly filled her inch by agonizing inch. By the time he bottomed out, she was already almost sobbing her relief. And he hadn't even moved yet. But for the moment, allowing her opportunity to acclimate and really experience the way that he was enjoying her. The way he sounded, so rough and raw and deconstructed! It would be a lie to say that every word didn't send a thrill throughout her entire body.

In response, all she could rasp was: "Fuck me."

Which, as it turned out, was exactly what he'd had planned for her all along ... in his town time, which she had been expecting, along with the frustration of keeping still until he did begin pulling out, also pulling a displeased little whine from her lips at the same time. But then - oh, and then, he shoved right back into her, and she couldn't help her strangled, shocked cry in return. "Oh, fuck, yes - !"

Make it hurt so good.

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why can i never go to bed at normal human being hours idk

pfft sleep is for the weak

apparently, since i never get any now and i'm still kickin'

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literally hdu i feel PERSONALLY ATTACKED right now i need an ice bath

IT'S A GIFT

LIKE CHRISTMAS AND MY BIRTHDAY ALL ROLLED INTO ONE

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