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Kylo Hux is known to have both good and bad days. More often the latter but she does try her best. Tries her very best to be the perfect wife, be the perfect mother that Hux so desperately wants. It is really the least she can do for him.
Saturday was the day that children were allowed to sleep-in, only by an hour, it wouldn’t do for them to start forming bad habits but Hux allowed his little darlings this small indulgence, and they were usually very grateful.
However, this did not excuse Kylo from her own duties - there was no day off when it came to maintaining the standards Hux had so rigorously set. While Hux himself was rarely required in the office on a weekend he wasn’t one to sleep in so instead he took to watching his wife mill around the kitchen from behind his paper as she began to the prepare breakfast.
The Huxes’ usual weekday fare was some kind of porridge or oatmeal served with fresh fruits, honey or on rare occasions chocolate sprinkles. On a Saturday however, Kylo saw to it that they were truly pampered. Hux watched entranced as Kylo expertly whipped at some batter that would eventually become an enormous stack of fluffy pancakes for the children. She did so with practiced ease like the true domestic goddess she was, was always meant to be, what Hux has perfectly crafted her to be.
The children would no doubt then proceed to drown the pancakes in gallons of sickly sweet syrup and Kylo would smile delicately, for just a moment, delighted at having earned their approval.
For Hux she’d prepare a proper American style breakfast he knew he enjoyed; eggs sunny side up, bacon, two slices of precisely buttered toast and a piping hot mug of coffee. She’d make sure that everyone was served and happily munching away on their respective meals before treating himself to a single slice toast (really more warm bread than toast) while taking demure sips from a cup of peppermint tea, anything more substantial would undoubtedly cause her a great deal pain corseted as tightly as she was. But perfection was worth it. If Hux asked he she’d do anything and it would be worth it.
That was the only way any of this could make sense
Hux was so busy admiring his wife, he didn’t notice she’d finished making breakfast until she was calling sweetly for the children to come downstairs quickly. Scarlett and Oliver both had alarm clocks and knew exactly when breakfast should be served. They were likely already awake and dressed and would not need to be told twice. Moreover, the pancakes smelled lovely, not a single one was burned - so even if their mother hadn’t called, the smell alone would certainly have enticed them down eventually.
Kylo was wearing a yellow sleeveless blouse and lightly checked Capri trousers. It was rare that Hux permitted his wife to wear pants but she had proclaimed her intention of doing a little work in the garden after breakfast and even Hux knew a dress would not be appropriate attire for such an activity. And though rather reluctant, he allowed for the small alteration — provided she be back in her gowns by lunchtime.
On the plus side even he had to admit the fit of them did wonderful things for her ass. Hux’s palm itched to grab ahold but he could wait. Best that he wait, the anticipation would only serve to make the inevitable release all the more satisfying.
It was then that Hux notice a wrist appearing in his line of sight, holding out a plate to place in front of him. He shifts slightly and allows his wife to go about her task, hearing distantly of the children rustling around upstairs probably about to make their way down.
“For you darling.” She said softly.
Before she can move away again Hux suddenly grabs her wrist and places a gentle kiss to the red welts there, still in the process of healing from when he’d tied her to the bed three nights prior. She’d gotten into one of her moods, screeching and raving about how everything was wrong, how she didn’t want this, how much pain she was in.
But no matter - Hux had beaten such troublesome thoughts out of her and would do so again if need be. Women required a firm hand now and then, just to keep them in line, and Kylo was no different. She had to be reminded of her place, her role within the home, and it seemed the lesson had stuck for now.
“Thank you beautiful.” He said, looking into her dark eyes, and she smiled down at him, her lips painted a light pink. And she was beautiful, incredibly so, thought Hux. Though he much preferred the red lipstick on her, and made a mental note to remind her after breakfast.
Kylo looked down at her husband as he kissed her bruised wrists. He had little recollection of how he come to acquire them, but figured he must have done something bad. Kylo often did bad things and then he did he’d wake up covered in cuts and bruises. But Hux said she deserved whatever she got, and if he said so...well it must be true.
Still mostly focused on his wife Hux noticed his children entering the kitchen. Scarlett was leading the way, as she often did, with Oliver gripping her skirts.
“Come now children, your mother made pancakes for you both. Eat up before they get cold.”
Bundled into their chairs, each with a stack of pancakes almost high enough to cover their faces the children were about to tuck excitedly in when Hux tuts at them.
“Ah ah ah, what do we say children ?”
“Thank you mommy” announces Oliver excitedly.
“Yes, Mother. Thank you” Scarlett murmurs more soberly.
“You are both very welcome dears...go on then eat up” Kylo responds but his eyes shift to Hux as though seeking approval. Good.
“You heard your mother. Eat” Hux echoes, before starting on his own breakfast.
Kylo watches them pleased. This is good. She is perfect, she is happy.
Kylo was at the sink washing up the dishes from breakfast, watching from the window as the children gathered up their bikes and raced away down the street intent on playing. They’d probably be out all day, returning briefly for lunch before heading out again. Kylo settled on sandwiches with ham and cheese, and hoped he’d get what he needed done in the garden before they returned so he could make them.
She’d also have to bathe and change back into her dress as Hux had requested. Then collect and sort all the laundry for tomorrow. It was going to be a terribly busy day.
Speaking of Hux, he had and walked up behind her and placed his strong hands on her hips and leaning over to kiss at her neck. Kylo could feel Hux’s cock hardening in his trousers as he began grinding against her backside.
“You are wonderful...” he murmurs into her neck “so beautiful...so perfect...and all mine...only mine”. Kylo moaned in response, eyes drifting shut, overjoyed at the compliments she was receiving. “I would very much like to have you tonight my dear, if that’s okay with you?”
It was phrased as a question but it wasn’t like Kylo would say no, could say no.
“Yes, Hux.” She replied, her voice utterly enchanting when she was being acquiescent to his will.
If Hux asked, she’d fall immediately to her knees, which...come to think of it. “I would like you to do something for me before that though.”
“Of course, anything” Kylo stated reverently. And Hux had to close his eyes, just drinking in the perfection of that statement.
“On your knees then darling. I’m aching to be in your mouth.”
And as expected, she turned off the tap, twisted around and immediately fell to her knees. Hux stepped back, giving her just enough space to do so. Without any prompting she reached out, her nimble fingers working on his belt and fly.
Hux gently stroked along Kylo’s cheekbones and up to her hair - tangling his fingers in her ebony coiffure. She looked up at him through her lashes probably expecting him to say something. But he didn’t, rather he smiled down at her, and coming from him that was monumental. Kylo smiled back pleased before looking down again, focused completely on doing what was asked of her.
And as she closed her lips around his cock, all Hux could think was “This is it. This is all I could ever want. Everything is perfect.”