#director oreo

The rhythmic thuds of your punches and kicks landing on the bag sounded through the empty gym. You had had an absolutely infuriating day at work and took the liberty of escaping early to take out your anger on the punching bag, rather than ISB Supervisor’s skulls. You were concentrating so hard you were unaware of the door opening and a figure approaching. You jumped literally a foot off the ground once you saw Director Krennic’s reflection in the mirror.

“What the fuck!” you exclaimed, your heart pounding. Krennic laughed out loud.

“Excellent situational awareness,” he mocked.

“I’m not expecting to be attacked in the fucking ISB gym, Krennic.” You turned back to the bag.

“You’re letting your left hand drop on the right cross,” Krennic observed. “Rotate your hips more.” You ignored him, but still the Director—and your immediate supervisor—kept criticizing your technique. “If you’re going to abandon me early, I expect better form.”

Finally you decided you’d had enough. You suddenly spun to face him. “Fine then old man. You think you’re so perfect, let’s go.”

Krennic’s eyebrows shot up. “Old!?”

“Yeah, you’re like a thousand. Let’s go,” you repeated, beckoning him tauntingly. “Unless you’re afraid you’re going to break a hip.”

He licked his lips, looking like he was trying not to smile. You were glaring at him defiantly. Krennic closed his eyes and gave a resigned sigh. He flicked his cape from his shoulders and tossed it into a corner. Despite your irritation, you were surprised. For some reason you always assumed the cape was sewn to his uniform. Still without a word, he unbuttoned his tunic and threw it on top of his cape. You did your best to keep your eyes on his face and not survey his tanned and freckled body as he pulled off his gloves and added them to the pile. Finally he kicked off his boots. “You’re sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Are you sure?” you countered.

He rolled his eyes and you lunged.

Knowing Krennic was left handed, you tried to land most of your attacks to his right, but it didn’t seem to matter—he was equally adept at blocking either side.

You were getting tired and frustrated and your technique was growing sloppy. Taking a gamble, you tried to end things quickly with punch with your left hand and a roundhouse kick, but Krennic caught your foot before the kick could land and jerked you off balance. You fell flat on your back, lights popping in front of your eyes as your head struck the mat. Taking advantage of your disorientation, Krennic pinned you down, holding your wrists by your head and keeping your thighs apart with his knees and shins. “And now you’re in a rather vulnerable position should someone want to take advantage of you.” Furious at losing the sparring match so spectacularly, you tried futilely to extricate yourself. Krennic held firm. You simply glowered.

“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten I was a Commander in the GAR before I began working on Star Dust,” he said smugly. You gritted your teeth together. Yes, you had forgotten. Even if you had remembered, you would never have expected him to still be so proficient in hand-to-hand combat. Well, in that case, you could think of another way to work out your frustrations—in the form of a consolation prize that seemed a long time coming.

“I don’t know what you mean by ‘take advantage,’ Director,” you said defiantly. “Perhaps you should show me.”

Krennic chuckled. “Do I need to be concerned about your survival instincts?”

You rolled your hips up into his pelvis, feeling his immediate arousal.

“C’mon,” you breathed, your voice and manner softening for the first time.

He didn’t respond. His deep blue eyes searched your face, the first time you had ever seen him indecisive. You were both aware of the magnitude of the line you were about to cross.

You pressed your hips into him again. “Krennic….” Ooh, he felt huge.

“You’re sure you want to do this?” he asked, echoing his earlier question.

“Unless you think you’re going to break your hip,” you quipped again, giving him a teasing smile.

He narrowed his eyes in annoyance. “I’m forty-five! That wasn’t even funny the first time.”

“It’s kinda funny. But lucky for you, I happen to like a silver fox.” You lifted your head off the mat, bringing your lips to meet his. Krennic kissed you back, hard. He let go of your wrists to eagerly push up your sports bra, cupping your exposed breasts in his massive hands.

Hastily you shoved down your leggings and underwear and reached to unbuckle his pants. You slipped your hand into his pants, massaging his rapidly hardening erection. And yes, his cock was every bit as long and thick as you had been fantasizing about.

Krennic meanwhile was playing with your tits, rolling and pinching and pulling your nipples just hard enough to drive you mad with desire. You arched your back up into him, humming your pleasure. He began tracing tantalizing circles around your nipple with his tongue.

“Krennic!” you whimpered. “Need you…”

He slipped two thick fingers into your cunt and smiled at your wetness.

“If I would have known you were this eager to fuck me, I’d have tried it a long time ago,” Krennic said, curling his fingers inside you.

“I thought that was your plan the night we got drinks. I was slightly disappointed.” You tried in vain to keep your voice steady as Krennic began pumping his fingers in and out.

“To be honest, it was at first. But I didn’t want you to think I was trying to take advantage of your emotional state.”

You laughed. “Director Krennic, ever the chilvarous gentleman.”

“Well, I couldn’t risk losing the best assistant I’ve ever had. I am sorry to hear you were disappointed…and apparently absolutely dripping with desire for me.”

“Well then hurry up and fuck me already,” you practically whined, spreading your thighs a little more.

His smile widened. “Well since you’re begging so pathetically…”

He quickly and deftly penetrated your slick folds. You gasped at the thickness of his cock, but you were so pathetically wet he encountered no resistance.

“Oh Krennic!”

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence.

You rolled your eyes. As if his ego needed any more inflating. “You know damn well what.”

He grinned. “But I want to hear you say it,” he whispered, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.

The emphasis he placed on “you” didn’t go unnoticed. As though he had been told a thousand times, but he only cared what you thought of him. You, his assistant, his subordinate. You, for some reason, of all people, were the only one whose opinion he cared about.

You flashed a grin. “You’re fucking huge, Krennic!”

He didn’t waste any time teasing you. You planted your feet on the floor, angling your hips to take full advantage of his considerable length. Every thrust was perfect, hitting you in just the right spot.

Your kisses were sloppy, needy, desperate—as though trying to make up for the months or maybe even years the two of you could have been fucking, but missed out on.

All too soon you felt the familiar taughtness in your core. Your hands were tracing up his biceps, through his hair, down his back, pressing him closer into you.

“Krennic!” You dug your nails into his back as you came.

You desperately wanted him to continue, but no sooner had you finished then he pulled out. Before you could protest your disappointment at the sudden emptiness, Krennic was on his feet.

“Up” he ordered. But you didn’t. You just got to your knees, looking up at him through your lashes.

You ran your tongue from the tip of his cock to the base, causing him to shudder. You smirked up at him as you closed your lips around him and began sucking in earnest. Normally you didn’t like giving head after sex, but for Krennic you could make an exception.

“Oh fuck!” he groaned.

He threaded his fingers through your hair, urging your head further onto his dick as you increased your pace.

“Wait!” Krennic said suddenly. His fingers still entwined in your hair, he pulled you to your feet. “Not yet…”

Ripping off your pants entirely as Krennic kicked off his own, you stood. Krennic roughly shoved you in front of him and bent you forward. You obediently braced your arms on the mirror and arched your back, keeping your legs straight.

“Fuck, look at you,” Krennic said, admiring your body in the reflection of the mirror. He ran his hands up your torso to your breasts then down your back to your ass and legs. “Fuck,” he repeated, giving your ass a playful smack.

“Don’t just stand there,” you said, trying to appear nonchalant, though internally you extremely pleased with his appraisal. “Do something about it.”

Krennic positioned himself behind you and thrust into you once again.

“Oh, yes, Director!” you gasped breathlessly. As you could have guessed, Krennic’s arousal and enthusiasm increased with your use of his title. He was griping your hips so hard you were convinced you’d have bruises the next day, but you didn’t care.

Krennic’s grunts, your moans, the lewd squelching of Krennic’s dick pounding in and out of your dripping cunt filled the gym now. Was it really less than an hour ago you were envisioning punching Ronan’s face on the bag? And now Director Krennic was fucking you as though the fate of the galaxy—or even Star Dust—depended on it?

Your eyes were closed, trying to savor the pleasure.

“Look at me,” Krennic commanded.

You obeyed, holding his ice blue gaze in the mirror.

“Please!”

“Please what?” he asked as though requesting clarification on a memo you had sent.

“Fuck, Krennic! Please make me cum!” you implored, eyes shut again.

“Look at me,” he directed once more.

Your eyes snapped open in delighted surprise as his fingers found your clit.

“Oh shit!” you gasped. Krennic smirked as your walls fluttered around him. You felt yourself clench around his thick cock again and again as he fucked you through your high. Just as you thought you felt your arms and legs wouldn’t be able to support you any longer, you felt his considerable release.

You both stood panting for a moment, trying to catch your breath. You straightened up, him still inside you. Krennic’s thick fingers wove through your hair again, more gently this time, turning your head to meet his lips.

“Can we do this every time I have a bad day at work?” you breathed.

Krennic chuckled. “Now there’s an idea.”

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