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slutsofren · 4 years ago

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I’m begging you to please give us more Kylo & Mistress AU!! Whatever you want to show us, first time ever together (sex)? Or more details on the honeymoon?

I have been thinking a lot about Mistress and CEO Kylo’s first meeting and subsequent affair, I really do love them,,, so much,,, so fucking much,,,, the attitude,,, the power shifts,,,, the playful air that engulfs them,,, ugh swoon,,, Anywho, once I got started on this, I couldn’t stop. This monster is big for a blurb lol

You can read it on AO3 here

** CEO Kylo & Mistress AU: the meet-cute, first date sex, Bazine calls when y’all are fuckin’ and you let her listen, kind of vanilla since this is the first date and all, more in-depth into CEO Kylo’s background. I hope you enjoy this shenanigan as much as I did, Anon!

First Time Meeting and Second Missed Calls

Your phone had buzzed for the second time that night, yet another missed call from the filth of a man you were to be meeting tonight. You gave absolutely no second chances for potential business associates, especially if they’re late to the very first meeting. You rose from your seat nearby the window, asking the server to redirect your bill to the bar as you planned on drinking a couple glasses of wine to soothe your irritation.

Tonight was one of those nights where you bothered to wear heels, something you once learned from a mentor in college about appearing powerful and showing you would never bow to a man in this industry. That you could easily poke an eye out with the length of the heel. It always worked.

It had taken you some time to grow accustomed to loving your body, each and every inch of it was yours and you’d be damned if you let some man make you feel like you were less than because of your gender and curves. You loved yourself and that was that. You’d claw out the eyes of the next man who would belittle your business practices based on your gender, you would always come out on top.

You caved in and ordered whatever sweet dessert wine they offered, something few knew about you was your sweet tooth and how you’d love to sneak a delectable treat in once in a while. You drummed your fingers against the countertop, your other hand began fingering your wine glass. You took these few quiet moments to watch people, trying to silently guess why people were in Momofuku Ko on this particular evening during this very hour. A small game you enjoyed playing to pass the time.

Next to you, a woman stumbled to the bar nearly dropping her martini all over your silver dress but breaking the drink in her hand. A quick glance at her and you knew she was plastered, her loud and obnoxious voice scratching your ears. She looked relatively hopeless as she looked at the shards of glass and dripping liquid from the counter, the mess she made matching the mess her presence had.

You rolled your eyes as you checked your dress and purse quickly, making sure this miserable woman didn’t ruin your items.

“Hey! Can I get another mart-,” she tried to yell at the man behind the counter before a man cut her off, placing his hand on her shoulders from behind her. He shot you an apologetic look and faced the bartender.

“My apologies, sir, would you mind calling a cab for this woman, she seems to be out of her mind,” he stressed the last few words in her ear. The bartender raised a brow and nodded, motioning for some help from a nearby server.

“Hey you,” she threw her comments at you, “why are you dressed like a slut in front of my-” the man pulled her away from you.

She protested, throwing her hands which way and that trying to stop herself from being promptly escorted from the premises by some security. Once she was gone, the mystery man looked at you once more, fixing his tie and suit.

A small smile left your lips as you raised your glass to him, “Wild night?”

He let out a huff, “It would seem to be.” He took long strides and sat on the opposite side of you, avoiding the broken glass and dropped alcohol.

“Your wife,” you pressed on. Curiosity nipping at your heels.

The man let out a grimace, “That obvious?”

This time you let that smile you’d be holding in appear across your plush lips. “My apologies, Mister-?”

“Ren, Kylo Ren. May I buy you another glass of wine for the inconvenience of having to see that woman’s unpleasant side, Miss?”

You paused a moment pretending to think, even taking the extra long couple seconds to suck in your bottom lip and bite it oh, so gently. “You may.” You reached your hand to his, introducing yourself to him. That meeting that brought you here was far away from your mind now that your phone hadn’t rang for what seemed like hours, maybe that fool got a clear picture that you did not offer second chances.

Before long, you two had moved to a quiet section of the restaurant. You both talked and drank the wine you prefered. Kylo said it was a new adventure since he mostly kept to whiskey but you could tell he was charmed by you and you with him.

Slowly yet surely, you found yourselves inching closer and closer to each other over the course of your conversation, his warm arm pressed around your shoulders as you both talked from everything from business pet peeves, to stock prices, and fashion.

You looked into his eyes and for the briefest moment, you felt guilty. This was a married man, you clearly saw his wife earlier. Kylo held your chin between his thumb and forefinger, looking straight into your eyes and you felt as if he was looking into your soul as well.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he whispered your name.

“You’re married.”

“I am.”

“Then why-”

He leaned back in his seat and tore his eyes from you. He looked at the plate of food in front of him, to your hand that was still on his knee, then to the wall ahead of him. “We didn’t marry for love, if that’s what you’re wondering. I am a terrible man, I’ve burned people, I’ve caused deaths of some, I’m fire and brimstone to others. One thing I am not, is a liar.”

He took a pause, letting you absorb his words. “Bazine is my wife but it’s more of a title than an actual relationship. She owned a wonderful portion of a business I wanted to acquire and merge with my own and the condition for me to take full ownership was to be married to that dreadful woman for five years. Afterwards, I could divorce her and leave it all behind and do whatever I wanted with that company. At the time,” he finally admits, “it didn’t seem like I was sacrificing much, instead I would be gaining that much of a stronger footing over those who kept me down for so many years.”

“Delayed gratification,” you prompted.

He let out a chuckle, “Yeah, something like that. That was almost three years ago. Three years of dealing with Bazine- her drunkenness and mishandling of the company. It’s been a long three years and will be an even longer two more.”

Kylo looked at you once more and grabbed your hand, raising it to his lips giving your cold fingers a warm kiss, “Come, let me take you to your hotel.” You conceded and followed him. After all he expressed about the complications of his arranged marriage, you felt for this man. In all his struggles he just looked worn and tired and you could tell he hid it well.

You both shuffled into the cab after Kylo insisted to settle your bill with his, his warm wool coat was draped over your shoulders, covering the sparkling silver satin your dress shone like tiny starlights.

The fifteen minute or so taxi drive from Momofuku to where you stayed at the WestHouse Hotel was cozy. Kylo didn’t press on your thoughts and you admired the comfortable silence that came with being in his presence. You let yourself lean on his body, trying to absorb some of his warmth that he radiated since you met him.

Upon your arrival to the hotel, Kylo once again insisted on paying for the taxi as he did at the restaurant, “Spending this evening with you was the first time in years where I wasn’t expected to be a certain person or act in a particular manner. Being with you tonight was truly a breath of fresh air.”

Kylo fiddled with a small piece of your hair, lacing it around his fingers before letting it go. The artificial lights from the hotel illuminated his face, much more than the intimate lighting at the restaurant did. Now you took notice of each and every freckle that littered his sharp features and his eyes, how they bore into yours. Anticipating.

“Bazine,” you left your unspoken question lingering in the air between you both.

“She has had her fair share of affairs during our,” he struggles to find the right word, “situation.” You were surprised at his confession, afterall you were fairly certain she attempted to call you a slut for making eye contact with Kylo just before the two of you properly met.

“As I said before, I am many things but a liar I am not.”

Kylo cupped your face and his eye contact never faltered from your gaze. “I will never force you to do anything,” he licked his lips, “uncouth.”

Fuck it.

You grabbed his hand and led him inside WestHouse, interlacing your fingers with his. Behind you, you could hear Kylo give a low chuckle, admiring you from behind as his coat engulfed you. It didn’t matter if you were tall or short, larger or smaller in size, this man made everybody look small in comparison, not to mention how obscenely wide his chest was. He was too damn sexy for his own good and you were daring to drink from that chalice of forbidden wine at any moment now.

In the elevator, you admired how your interlocked fingers appeared together so naturally, how his large hand encompassed yours. Your white glitter painted fingernails seemed to radiate what you were feeling within you, a rush of passion and fervor. If this were to be a one night stand, so be it. It would be a night you wouldn’t forget for a lifetime.

Once the two of you walked past the threshold to your hotel room, Kylo pinned you, throwing your purse to the side. Your back against the plain door shutting it in its place, locking you two away from the outside world. His large hands cupped your face as he did moments before down below at the entrance but this time, this time he kissed you as deeply as he could. You granted his tongue access as your kisses grew heated. Wanting nothing between you if you possibly could.

Kylo dropped his hands from your face to his coat, slipping it from your shoulders and letting it fall to the ground. You took this moment to reach for his belt, slipping it from the loops of his pants, your mouth practically watering at the sound of the leather and metal falling to the floor.

He took your hand in his and led you deeper into the room, watching you like prey as you sauntered and gracefully stepped out of your d’orsay heels without having to touch them. Kylo moved your hair to the side as he began to pull on the zipper that kept you in the confines of the tight dress you wore for the evening, the sounds of the zipper being forced open on your back filled the room and you began to unbutton his shirt, the jacket he wore was thrown about somewhere else. Wherever it landed didn’t matter, only that you both got what you came for.

Each button stripped away revealing the broad chest you envisioned he had, your fingers expertly undid them as if you had been doing this dance with him since the beginning of time.

You both did not make a further move to kiss, only to gaze into each others’ eyes, as if you were engraving this moment in your minds forever. With his shirt unbuttoned and your dress just daring to fall, he raised an eyebrow at you and you let out a laugh before practically jumping into his arms. He kissed you, and kissed you, and kissed you more, trailing each one further down as he stripped the gown from your body.

Kylo was completely enthralled by you, enchanted by your confidence and ability to not shy away from the reality of who he was, a man who dominated every aspect of his life. He showed it, he showed you and promised himself to show you just how wild you make his heart beat if you’d allow him the pleasure, just as he bound himself to give you an insurmountable level of new highs tonight.

Reaching the top of the panties you donned for the evening, Kylo paused and looked up at you, “Is this okay?”

You placed one of your hands in his hair, feeling the strands tangle around your fingers as if trapping you and never letting go. “Yes, Kylo.” He leaned forward, laying his forehead at your stomach as if silently praying, thanking whatever it was out there that led you to him. Fate intervening.

A part of him wanted to hurry and bury himself deep in you but his skin screamed to stop and take it slow, to let these moments last and treasure your body- admiring each and every curve and dip. He inched your panties lower and lower until they fell and he took this moment to kiss that beautiful spot where your thighs met your sweet spot. After a few moments of soft languid kisses Kylo lifted your leg to straddle his shoulders as he began to kiss, bite, and suck at you.

You tried to keep your composure for just a little while longer, you really did try but once he began his magic, you fervently began to release breathy moans which only encouraged him on. His large hands grasped your ass, your thighs, anywhere those long fingers could grab. His tongue worked between your folds and it threw you overboard into cascading waves of pleasure.

Two orgasms later, Kylo released you from his hold, letting you stand on your own. As he rose, he kissed his way back up to your lips and you tasted yourself on his tongue. You began to strip his clothes off him, as he did for you. Down to his boxers you led him to the bed and laid yourself down gently, a modest queen size bed for a queen afterall.

You hesitated for just a moment and asked, “Are you sure you want to do this, Kylo?”

Hearing his name drip like golden ichor from your plush lips was a true taste of ambrosia that made his mind spin. Not once has anybody spoken his name as you have, it was always spoken laced in fear, anxiety, or greed but you, you spoke his name with adoration. You looked at him from the bed, turned to face him, anxiously waiting for his reply.

Kylo kneeled on the bed, hovering over you, encasing your body under his as he laid another chaste kiss to your lips, “More than anything.”

You raised your knees and opened yourself up to him. Mind, body, soul. Everything. Your fingers brushed past the elastic in his waistband and pulled the cloth down to reveal his large cock at your core. Grasping his hardened length he let out a breathy gasp and you could see between you both how red his cock was, desperately begging for attention.

“Fuck me,” you whined as you stroked him, “Please Kylo, I want you.”

“I want you too,” he said as he began to thrust into your hand, enjoying how your fingers felt around him. You lifted your feet to rest on his hips as you led his length to your core. He began to kiss all around your face as you let him sink into you, splitting you wide open.

He let out a quiet, “Oh fuck,” as he reached his hilt, burying himself so far into you. His large fingers came up and got tangled in your hair as he began slow ministrations of pulling almost all the way out before thrusting deep into you and beginning that cycle of pure toture and pleasure in one.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered against your neck, eyeing your expressions how your face controrts with each thrust he makes.

“Don’t stop, Kylo, please, don’t stop,” you cried. Your heart opened at his words but you forced those feelings away, unsure of what his intentions are.

Kylo sat up and kneeled once again, taking this moment to watch as his cock disappeared in your pussy. Watching how when he pulls back, his cock is glistening with physical evidence of your arousal. He became mesmerised at how your tits bounced and your face lit up with the same waves of absolute pleasure he felt. He didn’t want any of this to stop.

From the foot of the bed, a phone began to ring and Kylo let out a groan. He ignored it and continued his slow thrusts, fucking you nice and deeply. His phone stopped ringing for the briefest moment then rang again. “Fuck,” he growled. He wasn’t going to stop, no way was he going to stop one of the nicest nights of his life. The phone stopped and resumed ringing one more time, whatever it was seemed to be urgent.

He eyed you and you nodded your head, letting him leave you to get it. “Are you fucking kidding me,” he groaned.

“What is it, Kylo?”

“Bazine.”

Without giving it a second thought, you demanded, “Answer it.”

He turned and cocked his face into a smirk and placed the phone against his ear, “What do you want, Bazine.” He stepped forward back to the bed, you could now begin to hear her slurred whines and cries on the line, screaming at him.”

You reached for his phone and put it on speaker, tossing it to the side of you as you guided Kylo back to where you were before she interrupted.

“Where are you Kylo, how could you embarrass me like that,” Bazine cried.

“You embarrassed yourself, as for where I am, well,” he kissed you. “I’m currently inside one of the most beautiful women I have ever met in my life, fucking her nice pussy,” he groaned as you tightened around him at his compliment, “and wanting you to fuck off so we can keep going.”

Bazine let out a harsh gasp, appalled at what he was saying, “You- you’re lying.”

“Say hello,” he motioned to you.

After a moment, you cleared your voice, “I would greatly appreciate it if you’d leave Kylo alone for the night, he is a bit busy fucking me.”

“Stop fucking lying,” she yelled.

Kylo brushed his hair back as she penetrated you, “Fine, if you don’t want to believe it then listen to us fuck and deal with it. Leave me alone, Bazine.”

He began to fuck you once more, letting loose all the lewd noises your pussy could make from how sweetly he rocked into you, deeply caressing each part of you.

You arched your back and he bent down to take one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked bruises on the skin there. Wanting to leave a small part of him on you just as you left scratches on his back. Wonderful scars for a wonderful woman, he thought.

“Oh, Kylo, just like that, don’t stop,” you cried, Bazine already leaving your mind. Kylo reached over to hang up the phone and he threw it against the wall, not giving a shit if it broke. Right now all that mattered was you.

You reached up for him and placed a gentle hand at the base of his skull, pulling him to the side so you could be on top, not once disconnecting your bodies. Kylo gripped your ass as you began to bounce on his large cock, throwing your head back. “Fuck- Kylo!”

He tried, just as you did, to keep his composure but you felt far too good around him and he began to let out just as many moans.

He moaned your name and gripped your ass so hard you hoped there would be bruises there to keep as a temporary memory of this affair. Your neck was exposed to him and he reached a hand up to caress the skin there, sending shivers upon shivers down your spine. “You’re doing such a good job, bouncing like that on my cock,” he praised, “You look so beautiful.”

“Come here, little one,” he reached around you to hold you close to him as he laid you down on the bed. Not once letting you take a moment to think about that little nickname.

Kylo hoovered over you as you began to cry, he had you feeling so good that you couldn’t stop the hot tears that welled in your eyes, “Please, Kylo, go faster, I’m so close!” He took that command and did as you told him, pumping his cock so fast and so hard into you, it was earth shattering. Kylo reached his long slender fingers and began to violate your clit, aiding your desire.

Your back arched as you came around his cock, feeling overstimulated and well-fucked but he still kept going, chasing his own orgasm. Finally, he let out a deep guttural moan as he came inside of you as a sigh left your lips. Your pussy fluttered aftershocks around him, milking him. Kylo kissed you deeply once again, wanting to etch this memory deep into his mind, trying to remember the taste of wine on your lips. When he pulled away he brushed a piece of your hair away from your eyes and your gaze met his. You lifted one of your hands to brush his clean shaven face with the back of your hand. “I don’t want you to leave,” you admitted.

Kylo pulled out, and stepped off the bed. For a moment your heart broke into tiny pieces believing he was going to leave until he pulled the white duvet covers down and motioned you to slip underneath them. He returned to you, covering both your bodies while he reached his fingers down between your folds, pushing the evidence of both your orgasms back inside of you. He kissed your forehead and entwined your limbs together under the warm sheets, “Neither do I.”

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babbushka · 3 years ago

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Time & Place

Mob!Kylo Ren x F!Reader

A/N: It is so wonderful to be participating in Writer's Wednesday once again! A huge thank you and shoutout to @autumnleaves1991-blog and @clydesducktape for hosting and curating this fun event. I hope you all enjoy the direction I've taken with this photo!

2k, this one is nothin' but smut lol! NSFW (exhibitionism, oral sex [M receiving], praise kink, PIV, chair sex, sex at work [sort of])

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It’s a cramped little place, the bookstore. A nice place, local. One of the last of its kind, something that you lament when you’re there. And you were there often, between browsing the ever growing list of titles new and old, and the calls. Kylo had oh so many calls that he needed to keep track of. He didn’t like to take all of them at the same location, things weren’t like they used to be. The government had a bad habit of watching his phones, so Kylo sometimes branched out to these inconspicuous genuine shops that no one would bat an eye over. The bookstore wasn’t even a front, that’s how committed Kylo could be when he wanted some bonafide privacy.

By the virtue of being Kylo’s wife, you accompanied him to all of these calls. He liked having you there, even if you were silent in the background. You could express your thoughts to him through the quirks of your face alone -- your brows, eyes, mouth. Kylo watched them intently on these conference calls, watching to see if there’s anything in the voices of the men he deals with that you can detect.

He’s watching you now.

A Senator accompanied by his team is on the other line, one of the ones that you’ve never worked with before. Kylo’s people had been contacted by the Senator’s people, and a meeting had been arranged to discuss just what sort of work they were expecting Kylo to do -- and how much they were willing to pay for it. Kylo was the most professional of the bosses around, his services didn’t come cheap.

“Look I’ve never done anything like this before -- ” The Senator is one of these new types who is in way over his head. You can hear the tremor in his voice and have to stifle a chuckle. They don’t know you’re listening in, after all. The man cuts himself off and you can practically visualize the way he must be clenching his fists at his side as he asks, “Can you do it?”

“Of course I can do it, it’s just a matter of ironing out the details.” Kylo replies, sitting in his green velvet chair, surrounded by a cavern of books stacked high up to the ceiling.

He looks delicious, smoking his cigarette, dressed head to toe in custom Ralph Lauren. It’s funny, you think as you lean against a stack of books, watching him watching you, how in the fall and winter he wears less black. A three-piece suit made of a charcoal tweed wraps his broad, strong frame, a sliver of sunlight coming in through a far off window catches through the smoky room and illuminates the gold details of his watch, waistcoat chain and cufflinks.

Kylo watches as you stalk towards him with all too much of a feline, predatory slink of your body; he bites his bottom lip when you press a finger to your lips and sink to your knees.

“Okay. Shall I have my guys get in touch with your guys?” The Senator is still on the line -- a test.

“No.” Kylo exhales a plume of grey-blue smoke from his nose, looking at you while he answers the man. You know he’s not talking to you, he nods at you, wanting to play this game.

You grin, a slow dangerous thing, moving as silently as possible to smooth your hands up his tailored trousers.

“No?” The Senator is confused, the way he stutters is music to your ears. “B-But -- ”

“The less people involved, the better.” Kylo’s only halfway paying attention now, and how could he?

How could he be focused on anything other than the way your deft fingers have slid his belt out of the buckle, have pulled down his zipper slow slow slow. Kylo swallows around the way his mouth is watering, one of his hands caressing your cheek as he continues the conversation, “I’ll see to this matter...personally.”

“I need dirt, anything.” The Senator sighs, the noise masking the way Kylo lets out a sharp exhale as you pull his hard cock out of his underwear, stroking it a few times, running your tongue up and down the shaft to make the glide a little easier. He rambles on, “Anything at all that you can find on this guy. I cannot lose this election, I’ll do anything. Make something up. Make him disappear.”

“You could say that extracting information is one of my specialties.” Grunting, Kylo lifts his hips a little, so you have some room to pull his pants down enough that his cock isn’t trapped in any way. His hand cups the back of your head, and you wink at him with a smile, before opening your mouth and taking him against your tongue. Kylo’s voice is strained when he asks, “When’s the election?”

“Three months.”

“Shit.” Kylo hisses, his hand clenching in your hair as you swallow him down in one swift motion, the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. He masks it with a quick, “You couldn’t have called me sooner?”

Shooting you a look that would give the toughest men a heart attack, you simply smile as best as you can. You love this, making him react like this. You’re the only woman who could make him feel this good, and you both know it.

“I know I know -- look I’m desperate here!” Thankfully, the Senator doesn’t think anything is wrong, he’s fast to apologize for his own concocted faults. Really, three months wasn’t that short, you knew your husband could have a folio ready in three weeks.

Kylo’s eyes are glued to yours, the eye contact making him sweat in his suit. You’ve got the velvety hardness of his shaft heavy in your mouth, down your throat, and when you hollow out your cheeks and suck, Kylo grunts out -- “How desperate.”

There’s some shuffling then, on the other line, and you use the opportunity to let your eyes close, to savor the moment. Kylo’s got one hand wound tight in your hair, guiding your head up and down to fuck your mouth on his cock, and it’s messy messy messy. There’s spit and precome sliding all around your chin, staining and soaking into his trousers. Good thing he’s got a change of clothes stashed here somewhere -- he’s going to need them.

And with the way he’s looking at you, you might very well need a change too.

Almost like he’s reading your mind, he taps the underside of your chin and makes you choke only a little bit, before pulling you off his cock entirely. Pushing up your knit skirt and shoving your panties to the side, Kylo tugs you onto his lap. The velvet chair isn’t really big enough to accommodate the both of you like this, but you straddle his waist and sink down with a sigh.

Kylo covers your mouth with his palm, cutting your noises off as best as he can. The phone is on speaker, and they could possibly hear you on the other line. Something about that thrills the both of you -- the adrenaline making your blood pump as you feel his cock stretch out your pussy with each inch that it fills you up.

His other hand holds your hip steady as Kylo plants his feet on the floor, and starts to buck his hips up against you, fucking your cunt with a hard and steady rhythm that makes the entire room smell like sex. Your eyes roll back into your head as you rock on his dick, your throat elongating for him. At once, he latches his mouth to a soft spot and worries it between his teeth, grunting and groaning softly in your ear.

“Ten.” The voice of the Senator sounds so far away, but your man, ever the reasonable negotiator that he is, counters immediately.

“Twenty.” Kylo’s voice is only a little strained, the vein in his neck beginning to bulge the way that it does when he’s yelling at someone. You get filled with a searing hot pride when you realize that he’s feeling the exact same level of passion -- all because of you.

You’re bouncing on his cock, your entire body undulating as you ride Kylo so hard that the legs of the velvet chair groan in protest. Moaning softly, just loud enough that they might be able to hear static coming through on their end, your nipples grow painfully stiff through your tight-fitting knit sweater.

Kylo shoves your sweater up and yanks the mesh cup of your bra away so that he can get a nipple in his mouth, and with the sucking friction, your orgasm hits you before you even know it’s coming.

“Jesus.” You and the Senator breathe at the same time, but Kylo doesn’t let up -- he’s not done yet.

“You’ll make it back in a couple months.” Kylo growls, his voice deep deep deep, as his thrusts speed up, becoming more irregular, growing closer and closer to orgasming himself. He’s sweating, through the haze of the cigarette smoke and the stars that dance in front of your eyes, you can see the way his face is pinching up, trying to keep his tone level, “I’m aware you have some very generous donors.”

Kylo can’t help it then, he picks you up entirely and drops you onto the velvet chair in his place. Your knees hit the cushion, your arms bracing on the back of the chair as he drapes his chest across your back, holding your pleasure weak hips steady with his strong hands and pounding your pussy from behind.

Bunching the hem of your sweater up and using it as a gag, you muffle your loud moans into something a little more tame, smothering your face in the knit. Kylo’s cock hits you in all the right spots, and you pant and gasp as he rails you, pushing himself over the edge until he finally slaps the back of your thigh and you can feel the hot pulse of his come filling you up.

Letting himself relax finally, you and Kylo take a few deep breaths as you lean against one another, grinning at each other like the idiots in love you are. It was always such a perfect beautiful thing, having sex with Kylo, even when it’s rough --

“Mr. Ren?” A cleared voice cuts through the reverie, and Kylo blinks, having forgotten that the Senator was still on the line.

You and Kylo stare at one another, internally wincing over the very likely possibility that the team had heard him blow his load in you. Kylo hazards to ask, with as smooth and collected of a tone of voice as possible, “...Yes?”

“I asked if the conditions were satisfactory?”

“Yes -- yes of course. My apologies, the service where I am is shotty.” Relief washes across your face as Kylo recovers with ease. He looks at you and smiles, “Very satisfactory.”

“Good. Then I look forward to hearing from you again soon.”

Kylo hangs the phone up, and brushes his sweaty hair out of his face. You lay sideways on the chair, your legs dangling off the arm, as your hands reach for him with a great big satisfied grin, looking all too much like the cat that got the cream.

You...” Placing the phone to the side, Kylo points a finger in your direction, and though he’d never admit it, he’s got a hint of a smile on his face too, “You are going to get me in trouble one of these days.”

“Don’t pretend you don’t like a little trouble now and then.” You let out a gasping laugh as Kylo pulls you completely off the chair and rolls around with you on the floor of this little bookstore that he’s closed off for the public today. With him on top of you like this, you can only think of one thing: “Want to go again?”

As much as Kylo wants you, you can see it in his eyes, he shakes his head.

“Time and place baby girl.” Kissing you for the first time since before he answered the phone, Kylo whispers against your mouth, “Let me get you home, and I’ll fuck you hard until that twenty mil hits the account.”

And that, you think with a grin as he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you again, is a very reasonable negotiation indeed.

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themangoyogurt · 4 years ago

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Clementine: Chapter 2

You cursed yourself as a ridiculous love ballad blared from Poe’s overpriced stereo system. All you had wanted was a night of relaxation. The marble tub in the master ensuite was already filled with hot water and a bath bomb that was so overpriced it was practically criminal. Next to the tub, a chilled glass of white wine patiently waited along the latest novel you were gobbling up.

You had stupidly decided that some calming music was the final piece to your self-care puzzle. Except, you had never used something as high-tech as what Poe’s place offered. One wrong button later, and you were ninety-percent sure that only twenty-percent of your ear drum would be functional after this fiasco.

To make matters worse, there was angry knocking at the front door. The aggressive sound was so furious that it somehow cut through the music, causing you to flush in embarrassment as you ran to get the door. You were so frazzled from breaking the sound system and subsequently upsetting your neighbor that you even forgot to grab a robe on your way out.

The door flung open to reveal a man so large and imposing, you lost your breath.

He was in nothing except a single pair of boxers and fuzzy slippers. Despite his distinctly disheveled (and frankly, sloppy) look, he was handsome. Handsome, built like a refrigerator, and angry. Ogling your neighbor would do no good if he murdered you.

Except, one moment he looked furious and the next, perplexed. Normally, you’d bristle if any man so obviously gave you a once over, but the way his mouth comically hung open made you less offended.

“Clementine,” was all he uttered.

The two of you stared at each other in silence, when the start of yet another pop song interrupted the moment. You startled to attention and rushed to explain, “I am so sorry about the disturbance. I can’t figure out how to work Poe’s stupid stereo and now the thing won’t shut off!”

The stranger peered around your shoulder and a hardened gaze returned to his face. He gritted out, “And where’s Poe to help you out?”

Your brow furrowed, and you could have sworn that he almost looked bitter at the statement. Deciding not to get into it with a stranger, you politely replied, “He’s flying right now. I’m just housesitting while he’s gone.”

The man softened ever so slightly at the response and straightened up. “I think we have the same system. I could help you turn it off.”

“Oh thank goodness,” you breathed in relief, quickly stepping aside to let him in. The stranger seemed to know his way around the gigantic apartment, and you assumed that his layout was either the same or he’d been here before.

Awkwardly shuffling behind him, you timidly supplied your name in an attempt to start a conversation. He merely grunted out, “Kylo.” He didn’t even spare you a glance as he busied himself with tapping at a seriously sci-fi looking box.

After a few minutes of strained silence, the music finally cut out. The sudden quietness was so strong your ears nearly rang from the lack of sound. “Uhm, thank you! Can I make you a mug of tea or something?” you ventured, politeness outweighing the sheer awkwardness as you realized you were two half-naked strangers staring at each other.

He shuffled a bit before giving a terse nod.

Jeez, nobody’s forcing him to hang out with me, you thought in response to his frosty reaction.

Speaking of frosty, you noticed his eyes zeroing in on your rather pointed chest, causing you to turn pink at the neck. Thankfully, you had left a sweatshirt thrown over the couch. Snatching up the thick fleece garment, you tugged it over your head and led Kylo to the kitchen.

Kylo followed with heavy steps, and made himself right at home as he settled on a stool pulled up against a bar area facing the kitchen. Two mugs were pulled from a cabinet and quickly filled with steaming hot water. The liquid reminded you of the bath now gone to waste, but one look at the handsome man gazing at you made it all worth it.

A mug of chamomile was slid across the marble top and into Kylo’s hands before you joined him on the stool to his left.

“Sorry again about the music,” you muttered.

Kylo ran a hand through his hair, dark locks falling like Fall leaves. “It’s fine. It was an accident. So...you’re a house-sitter?”

You laughed, “Unofficially. I just moved to town, and I don’t have a place yet. Poe’s an old friend from college, and he just started some sort of travel show that’s gonna keep him busy for at least four months. I get to stay for free, and he doesn’t have to worry about his house going to shit.”

Kylo nodded, not surprised that the dashing pilot somehow landed himself a deal to host a travel show. He also came from money and had already made a name for himself jet-setting around the globe piloting his own private jet.

You gave him a cute little head tilt and asked, “And what about you? What’s your story?”

For the first time since he left the First Order, Kylo felt embarrassed. Deciding to fall back on vagueness he replied, “Ah, early retirement.” Women liked mysterious men, right?

He was surprised as you let out a low whistle. “Retiring in a place like this? You must’ve had one hell of a job to retire from.” You blew the steam away from your mug and took a long sip.

Kylo frowned and folded his arms across the tabletop. “And what about you? It’s a Wednesday and you’re blaring Taylor Swift near midnight.” You knew that he wasn’t being defensive, despite a slight accusatory tinge to his voice.

You turned to face Kylo, propping your head up on an elbow. There was something gravitational in your exchange, and your bodies had slowly inched closer and closer as you talked. By now, your knees were lightly touching, and you found yourself feeling electricity at the subtle touch.

He laughed as you playfully jabbed a finger in his chest. “I’ll have you know that I do, in fact, have a job! Have you ever heard of Hanna Hut?”

Something about you riled Kylo up, and he felt more alive than he had in the past month. Some teenaged boy part of his brain refused to admit that he had no idea what Hanna Hut was, hoping to impress the pretty girl sitting next to him. Instead, he rolled his eyes and scoffed, “Of course I have. And what’s it to you?”

His resolve slowly dissolved as a silent minute ticked by. He groaned as you finally broke the silence with a loud laugh. “A grouch who can see into the future. Amazing!” Kylo furrowed his brow, and bit back, “What are you talking about?”

“Hanna Hut doesn’t exist. At least not yet.”

Kylo furrowed his brow and pinked in embarrassment at being caught. You patted his thigh, ignoring how muscled it felt underneath your touch. His bare skin was warm and deliciously corded and taut. He stuttered out a non-reply, only earning a louder guffaw from you.

“Don’t worry. It will exist. Hopefully very soon! I’m opening my very own coffeeshop-slash-bookstore combo right here in town!” You couldn’t help but gush in excitement at your very new business venture.

It had taken years of careful planning and budgeting. Years of forgoing mimosas with the girls and squirreling away every dime. Literally. Years of accepting overtime, and years of enduring doubt from friends and family alike.

No more though. You had finally gathered together enough money to launch your dream business. The moment your bank account looked healthy enough, you threw up digits and peaced out of your tiny good-for-nothing town.

Finally, after years of grit and sweat, things seemed to be looking up. With free lodging for the next few months, you didn’t even have to stress about finding an apartment. Your deal with Poe worked out perfectly so that you could spend all of your time and energy looking for the perfect space to launch Hanna Hut.

Your excitement was infectious, as Kylo couldn’t help but flash a wide smile matching the one on your face. “And where can I visit this newfound ‘coffee-slash-bookstore’ venture of yours?” he asked, genuinely curious and interested in the concept.

“Well...I’m still looking for the perfect storefront. I think I might have found it, though! In fact, I’m meeting with the landlord tomorrow afternoon.” You quickly pulled out your cellphone to show him the airy space located in Greenwich Village. It was beautiful, but pricey. Still, you convinced yourself that the price tag would be worth it.

Kylo quietly listened as you continued to babble and swipe through photos.

“It’s a little expensive, but I think it’ll be worth it! The landlord said that if I signed a ten year lease, he’d cut me a deal on rent. I think that should help, especially since there are so many fees and he needs three months rent up front...”

The more you prattled, the more agitated Kylo became. A ten year lease? As cute as you were, cuteness didn’t necessarily equate to business acumen. He found your naiveté equal parts adorable and concerning. Although you were a stranger, he didn’t want to watch yet another out of towner get swindled and eaten up by the city.

He cleared his throat, and interrupted, “Ah, if you want, I could come with you to negotiate tomorrow. I hope I’m not overstepping, but I am a lawyer...”

You perked up and replied, “That would be amazing! But I don’t know if I could pay you. Judging by the fact that you live here, I don’t think I could afford your rates...”

“Ah, well I am retired so it’s not like I’ve got much going on for me. How about you buy me a coffee and we’ll call it even?”

He flinched in surprise when you practically leapt out of your seat. Clasping his hands in your own, you gushed, “Deal! Thank you so much, Kylo!” Kylo looked down at where your hands joined, marveling at how much smaller you were compared to him. Mustering up as much courage possible, he nodded and flashed you a smile.

Just like that, Kylo found himself looking forward to something for the first time in years.

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driverwaltz · 5 years ago

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Precipitate

Manager!Kylo Ren x Singer!Reader

Summary: Taking up late night gigs downtown at the Starlight Lounge was always just a way to earn some extra cash. Most days you’d bartend or bus tables, but on some special days your boss, Michael, would let you act as the live music feature of the night. It was one of those nights when you met him. The dark brooding man in the corner of the dimly lit bar caught your eye and promised opportunity, but nothing could have hinted towards what he had planned for the future.

Rating: Mature. This part is tame though.

Warnings: Unfair power dynamics, age gap, eventual smut, dub-con, drug use, slow burn

Words Count: 1.7K (Ik I went overboard)

Notes: This is my first ever fanfic so pls be nice 🥺. I took the inspiration for this from a couple of songs by the band Interpol and might make a playlist to go along with each chapter. If you guys have any suggestions or constructive criticism on my writing it’d be much appreciated (and needed lol). Also, this moves REALLY slowly in the beginning, but I promise I’ll start to pick up the pace.

Part 1: Meeting place

It broke again.

The only thing that alerted me this time was Michael's voice, booming from the back end of the bar from the kitchen to where I stood near the glassware.

"The third fuckin' time this month that I gotta replace the damn martini glasses 'cause of that hunk-of-shit washer!"

It's an easy fix, he could just replace that "hunk-of-shit" once, and that way he could spare us $65 every time a set of glasses break. It would also save the poor man on the end of the line every time he calls the distributor, demanding a new dozen and a discount. I could remind him this was an option again, but I know better. No matter what I say, I know his pride will go against any sense of better judgment. So, I stay quiet. Let him go on his little tirade while I do what he pays me to do: Act sweet to an array of old drunkards who plop themselves down on the same barstools every Saturday night. After they all get comfy, I make a point to ask about their wives and how their bitch of a boss made them work overtime. At the same time, I whip up concoctions of tequila, salt, and lime for them to hurriedly gulp down and offer me gratitude. However, it's only ever through words, never an extra 15% on the tab.

Kindness in strangers. That's what I was taught. Mama kept a stack of old scripts in a wicker basket near her nightstand, and I remember rummaging through them on static summer days when it was too hot to go outside. Mama never believed in failures. She'd always tell me, "you're constantly learning and improving. Never failing, just falling — stagnant." I like to believe that's true, but I was also raised to be honest. And, In all honesty, I can't deny that Mama was a failure. She moved out to California from Georgia without telling a soul the night she turned 17. She had nothing but her new hand-me-down car, some spare cash she got from waitressing, and a small suitcase full of clothes and essentials. Her dream was to become a performer, an actress, a starlet of her generation. She tried. I know she did, but things don't work out for a reason. So, I too, was born and raised in Georgia. However, unlike how Grandman brought up Mama, I was raised off stories of Mama's journey to Tinsel Town and the people she met rather than Grimms' Fairytales. I learned how to fall asleep to softly hummed show tunes rather than lullabies. Mama never wanted to buy new children's books; instead, she would recite one of her scripts to me. When I got a bit older, I fell in love with The Glass Menagerie by Tennessee Williams, and that's when Mama told me: "Always depend on the kindness of strangers."

I blame Mama. I believe personality is a sort of genetic trait, and I definitely got all of that from Mama. I can never say no to Michael. Not because he scares me or that I'm in full agreeance with him all the time, but whenever the word threatens to leave me lips, it chokes me. Then, I swallow it back down and resume whatever I was doing. No is never an option. It was never an option in the schoolyard or in the house, and especially not during my music classes. Mama wanted me to continue whatever legacy she had crafted for herself, and much to her disappointment, I was not much of a talker, but I was a hummer. So, Mama forced me to turn my quiet hums into fully supported singing. That was the start of it all. I took up guitar after that, and stole my dad's old records and tried to replicate what I would hear. I guess that's how I started writing music, as for what I did with that music...

"(y/n), Lucy said she comin' to take o'er you're shift in a few. If you want, you can clock out for tonight," Michael grumbled from the back in a shout.

"It's only midnight. I've only been working for about four hours, and I need the money this month, so I'm okay working for a little bit more. I can help you out in the back if you'd like," I responded. I really did need the money though, Martin's been on my ass about my lease.

Michael peered at me through the kitchen doorframe for a second, "You got your guitar in your car?"

"Yeah."

"You up to play a few songs tonight? We've got a bit more business tonight."

I felt the muscles in my face pull up and tighten against my will. I hate to admit that sometimes Michael can make me smile, and he was right. I turned to the entrance and slowly, one-by-one, people started coming in and settling down.

"Yes, sir! I'll bring it out." I exclaimed while grabbing my keys from behind the counter and making my way out to my car parked at the back.

After retrieving my case from the trunk, I quickly checked my reflection on the left-hand mirror and smoothed out my hair and touched up my lipstick. I saw a man pass by through the corner and make his way into the bar. I better make tips tonight doing this.

I waltzed back into the bar and headed for the small stage in the front. It's not really a stage more than it's a glorified black stool, but I like to think it's charming and adds character. You know, mask up the patheticness of it all. I plugged in my Fender to the worn-out amps and strummed to make sure it was in tune. There were a lot of people tonight. Well, a lot more than usual, at least. Quickly, I scanned the room for comforting faces to focus on and calm my nerves. Most of our customers were gruff men, so this trick usually didn't work, but tonight was different. In the corner by a little bust made by a local artist sat a man with thick black hair. He was by no means soft. Much like the patrons, he harbored a hard look on his face, but he struck me differently. It was intense and cold. Georgia's a hot place, so I didn't mind his gaze. It was cooling and made me freeze over.

I don't know why, but I want to impress him. Plus, looking down, I saw he was wearing a polished pair of dress shoes, so I assume he's got some money on him, maybe he'll spare me a tip. I'll just play a cover. Can't go wrong with a cover.

My fingers dragged across the guitar strings and drew out the alternating chords of D7 and Am in a back and forth pattern.

"It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day... Mama said she got some news this mornin' from Choctaw Ridge... She said Billie Joe McAllister jumped off the Tallahatchie Bridge..."

Bobbie Gentry was one of dad's favorites. I know the country wasn't a popular choice for many people, but this is the South, and Ode to Billie Joe is always a classic, and I think the dreariness of the song perfectly compliments the tone of the bar.

I played a set and earned a couple of measly tips from it. Nothing I could complain about, I guess. It was nearly 1 am, and I was getting tired. Overtime is only worth so much, so I decided it was best to go back home. I packed up my guitar and walked to the bar counter to ask Lucy to clock for me, but before I could even rest my case against the counter, I felt a man slide into the seat next to me.

"You've gotta nice voice," he drawled out while staring at the wall in front of him.

"Thank you. I perform here almost every week."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah..." I couldn't really think of how I could continue this conversation. And, trust me, I really want to. The man was wearing a black button-up shirt, grey trousers, and that impressive pair of dress shoes. His hair was long and gelled back, and his profile was exquisite. He looked strong, and his voice was deep and rich like marmalade.

"You could work on that guitar a little bit," he deadpanned as he took a swig of whiskey. I looked at him even more intensely then and scoffed.

"Really? Can you do better?"

"I never said that. I just think, with a voice like that, the guitar should match up," he said with a playful glint in his voice as he finally turned his head towards me.

Now, I really don't know how to continue this conversation.

"Alright, you caught me. I'm not that great at the guitar, but hey, I'm a bar singer, not Paul McCartney, or something," I laughed out. He smiled, and then I felt all the blood in my body rush to my cheeks, it's a miracle I didn't fall flat on my face.

"I guess I was just expecting more," he said.

"Well, I didn't promise you anything, did I?"

He looked like he was in his late 20s, probably.

"No. No, you didn't. But, maybe you could start... for next time."

"That depends. Are you gonna give me a tip."

"Yes. When I think you deserve it," he said as his face fell flat and his voice authoritative in an odd way.

"Well, I'll probably be here next Saturday so you can decide then."

"Will do," he smirked.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Kylo," he replied in a gentle voice as he once again held his glass of whiskey up. He then raised his eyebrow, and I knew he wanted an answer.

"(y/n)."

He gulped down his whiskey, turned to me, and smiled. I wanted to say something more, I had to say something, but he stopped me before I could by getting up and walking towards the door.

"I gotta be somewhere tomorrow, doll. I'm expecting a show on Saturday," he exclaimed as he stepped out the bar.

"Don't worry... I can put on a show."

He grinned one final time before escaping out of the bar, leaving me alone with his empty cup of whiskey and a smile that doesn't leave my face the entire night.

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mikrowrites · 5 years ago

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Beautiful People

Armitage Hux x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader

Hi! I'd like to request a Hux x Reader in a modern AU where the reader is dating Kylo Ren because of status and for public appearances. And in comes Hux and the reader has feelings for him and he feels the same way but they have to keep it secret otherwise it's a scandal that'll ruin everyone. Also Kylo knows but doesn't want to let the reader go because he's an asshole. Thank youuuuuuu

A/N: I’m so excited about this story, it’s so unlike anything I’ve ever written! I hope you all enjoy! xx

Warnings: angst, toxic relationships, adult situations, sexual references, language, those who love Kylo should not read this it hurt to write him like this oof

Y/N carefully picked up a diamond earring, rubbing it between her index and middle fingers. After a beat she lifted it up, looking into her vanity mirror as she placed on her ear, the other following suit, letting her arms fall to her sides.

She studied her own face in the mirror, to her elegantly styled hair to her perfectly done makeup. Y/N pursed her ruby red lips, her gaze hardening.

She hated the person in the mirror.

Y/N L/N was born into a prominent family, the only child of two political powerhouses. Her childhood had been that of a princess’s, perhaps even of an heir. Fitting, due to Y/N’s inevitable future of continuing her parent’s legacies.

So here she sat, wearing diamond jewelry in a $10k dollar dress, in a penthouse flat. Y/N let her eyes flicker away from her reflection to the opening of the door behind her. She turned, inhaling softly.

“You look beautiful.” Kylo Ren murmured, stepping into the large room. He wore an expensive black tuxedo, his raven hair slicked back and his shoes definitely red bottoms.

“You don’t mean that.” Y/N curtly replied, still planted onto her vanity stool.

Kylo clicked his tongue. “You are.”

Y/N scoffed, standing and walking to her closet, opening the door and stepping inside the walk-in, searching for a clutch. “What would you like me to say? You look dashing and handsome?

“Thank you, I tried.” Kylo responded, infuriating her further.

Y/N finally found the clutch she was looking for walking out and briskly passing Kylo. She paused at the door, turning with a tight smile.

“If you bring home your slut tonight, please be quieter this time.”

The circumstances of Kylo and Y/N meeting were very much prepared. Kylo himself arose from European royalty, but instead chose to leave for America, becoming a citizen and changing his name as a teen and anticipating the world of politics. His distant uncle Sentor Snoke took him under his wing, bringing him up into the desired plane. Y/N’s father found an arrangement of Y/N and Kylo beneficial on many fronts, as much of a 21st Century arranged romance as you could get.

They had know each other for years, since their early twenties when they met during both of their studies at Harvard. Kylo and Y/N were actually friends once, unloading griefs upon each other, Y/N about her stifling parents and Kylo on his past dreams. He once wanted to be an Air Force pilot, once wanted to be an artist.

But as they were arranged, they grew cold, and as Y/N dreaded this appearance-cast relationship, she suspected Kylo did as well, though he tried, sometimes.

The car ride to the benefit was incurabley long with traffic, a thick silence hanging between Kylo and Y/N. The city noises were only apparent, Y/N casting her gaze out the shaded windows.

“Are you going to be like this all night?” Kylo finally spoke up.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head,” Y/N mumbled, still gazing at the city lights, “I’ll be a good little girl for us tonight.”

Kylo sighed. “We should announce an engagement soon. Call a tabloid or two and tip them off. Would be good press.”

Y/N turned to look at him with full eyes, casting her gaze down. “Trapped with each other forever.”

“You make it sound like prison.” Kylo growled, “We can come and go as we please. Put on a show for the idiots.”

Y/N finally met his eyes, biting her cheek. “Give me a few weeks, if you could be oh-so-kind.”

Kylo rolled his eyes as the car pulled up to the venue, the sounds of cameras flashing and paparazzi flooding the night. Y/N exhaled loudly, staring ahead. “Let’s give them a show.”

Armitage Hux was not an obscenely wealthy man. His father was big money, and Hux, he delved into politics to appease his father, climbing the ranks.

The benefit gala was a horrid idea in his opinion, too much frill and preening of celebrity-level politicians, who reeked of corruption and pretentiousness. But Hux went along with it, agreeing to help sponsor and put in an appearance.

Hux dreaded that his life would be married to politics, maybe a wife who was as money sick as everyone else, maybe one day he’d become as ugly as them all and become unbothered by the people he encountered.

He made his way past paparazzi, into the venue where he breathed a bit, walking up to a man in a crisp and ornate Air Force uniform. “I don’t like this idea.”

“Oh come on,” Commander Poe Dameron chuckled, clapping Hux’s back. “A little party never killed nobody.”

“Never say never.” Hux groaned, the Guatemalan-American raising an eyebrow.

“Look, I hate this arrangement too. But Princess Organa needs information, sometimes you have to play dirty.” He smirked.

Hux despised working with the royalty. In fact, he wanted nothing to do with them. But when the offer to bring down Kylo Ren showed itself, Hux couldn’t refuse. He hated that man, his arrogance and disgusting holier than thou complex. So he became a “spy”, if you will.

“So long as the dirt stays off my hands.” Hux spat, walking away from Poe.

Y/N walked down the carpet with Kylo, smiling at the paparazzi as they shouted praises and controversies. She hated this part the most, but Y/N had a remarkable and unreavealing smile.

Inside the venue Y/N and Kylo relaxed a bit, but they still knew the motions of the parts they had to play. Kylo, a ruthless politician and Y/N, a loving girlfriend.

Y/N was standing next to Kylo as he introduced himself and was speaking with someone prominent as she found herself scanning over the room. Her eyes gazed over every person until they suddenly stopped, zeroing in on someone.

Hux stood with a flute of champagne, forcing smiles at pretentious billionaires until he felt a stare embedding into him. He turned, his eyes meeting that of a beautiful girl’s. Not just any beautiful girl, Kylo Ren’s girlfriend.

Hux nodded, Y/N smiling back. He read her expression, it was clear she’d rather be anywhere else. But what could Hux do about that? His heart did not race, his cheeks reddening, a cold sweat breaking out, absolutely not... right?

How could one pretty girl reduce Hux to this? A taken girl, by his enemy! He turned away from the girl, but still felt her gaze on him unwavering. She always held that affect upon him.

Y/N’s smile widened a bit as the red-head turned, still observing him intently. Kylo leaned near her ear, speaking in a deep voice. “Remember what you promised? Be a good girl.”

“Yes, your highness.” Y/N hissed through an unsuspecting smile, feeling Kylo tense at the hated nickname.

He grasped her wrist tight, Y/N gasping in surprise as Kylo pulled her close to him, his breath warm on her face. “Never fucking call me that again.” He then kissed her softly on the cheek, turning away to greet another wealthy businessman.

Y/N smiled sweetly, muttering about using the bathroom as she walked away, rubbing her wrist as she weaves through the crowd.

Hux pulled her aside once in the hallway, Y/N quickly pushing him against the wall. She grasped the man’s suit, ravenously pressing her lips against his. The man, grasped her shoulders, pulling her back. “Missed me that much, sweetheart?”

Y/N smirked. “I like a handsome man in a suit.”

“Obviously.” Hux smiled tightly, tucking a loose piece of hair behind her ear. “You look ravishing.”

“Armitage Hux, such a charmer.” Y/N chuckled. “We should just walk out there arm and arm, give the cameras something to squawk about.”

Hux’s smile dropped slowly, resting his forehead on Y/N’s, sighing. “We can’t.” he whispered.

“No, you’re right.” She mumbled, closing her eyes. “Just... hold me a bit longer.”

Hux wrapped his arms around her, his hand clutching the back of Y/N’s head.

“I’ll hold you as long as you wish, my dear.”

Y/N and Hux had met years and years prior, before she had even met Kylo. She was seventeen, visiting Dublin with her family when she encountered him. Hux was graduated from highschool, enjoying a gap year of foreign policy and preparation to embark to America.

They immediately clicked, becoming good friends and having weekly lunches at a local New York Dinner. They were close for a few years, until the letter from Harvard came and she flew away. Where she met Kylo and the whole mess began.

Whatever was happening between Y/N and Hux, call it an affair or call it a relationship, had been continual over five years.

Y/N suspected Kylo knew, but with unknown women weekly in their spare bedroom, she felt as though it never really mattered.

Hours later Y/N was climbing into the black SUV again, Kylo sitting across from her. The city lights blurred outside the window, a light drizzle of rainfall fogging the windows.

The two were silent. Y/N rested her chin in her hand, staring out the window, as Kylo stared comprehensively at the woman before him.

“You saw him.”

Y/N turned to him, raising an eyebrow.

Kylo scoffed, sitting back. “Didn’t you?”

She leaned forwards as the car pulled up to the apartments, the girl narrowing her eyebrows.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Y/N stepped out of the SUV, Kylo following as she stepped into the private elevator, pressing their floor number and swiping her keycard.

Kylo suddenly grabbed both sides of her face, kissing her deeply. Y/N raggedly gasped in shock, stumbling back as he pushed her up against the wall. She squirmed under his grip, finally breaking away and elbowing his chest, Y/N retreating back. Kylo licked his lips, chuckling as he turned to look at the elevator door as it chimed open.

He turned to look at her. “You’re mine. It’d be better for you not to forget that.”

Y/N’s lips parted, watching as Kylo walked out of the elevator and into their flat. He slammed their bedroom door behind him, the girl finally wandering into the penthouse. She unclasped her shoes, removing them and tossing them on the floor. Her dress hugged her body, but to Y/N it felt like it was suffocating her.

She sat on their plush couch, running her fingers across the fabric as her breath began to catch in her throat, Y/N gasping for air as tears began to trail down her cheeks. A broken sob escaped her lips as she began to rip pins out of her hair, her Y/H/C locks spilling out.

She knew Kylo could hear her despair. Could hear Y/N cry and sob and fall apart. But he never emerged to comfort her.

Y/N woke the next morning on the couch, still wearing the dress she used to love so much. She sat up, rubbing her head and catching her reflection in a wall-hanging mirror. Mascara tracked down her face, her hair a mess. After changing into a different shirt and shorts from the outside closet and cleaning her face Y/N sighed, standing and walking to the kitchen.

She carefully pulled a glass from the cabinet, turning on the faucet to fill it with water.

“Oh!”

Y/N whipped her head around. A young girl stood in the living room, her dark hair loose around her shoulders and a dress shirt, Kylo’s red dress shirt from the night before, covering her body.

“Hello.” Y/N softly replied, turning to switch off the faucet, taking a sip of water as she turned. “Would you like a glass of water? Something stronger?”

The girl’s mouth opened and closed, her features contorting into confusion. After a couple tense seconds she spoke. “Why... what’s...”

Y/N leaned across the counter, smiling softly at the girl. “What’s your name?”

She hesitated for a moment. “Rey.”

“Rey,” Y/N sat her glass down, interlacing her fingers. “I’m not stupid. I know you’ve been fucking Kylo for a while now. And honestly, I could care less. But here’s the thing,” She pushed away from the counter, approaching Rey. “you’re in dangerous water, Rey. This tiny world, this life. It’s not glamorous. And the last thing I want is for him to hurt you.”

Rey exhaled deeply, leaning against the back of the couch. “I’m... I’m sorry.” She pushed some hair behind her ear. “Kylo... he’s always been so kind to me. He told me, that you and him—“

“We’re simply a game.” Y/N smiled. “A game we can afford to loose.”

Rey left soon after, Y/N sitting in the living room going over several pieces of finance paperwork for her father’s firm. Kylo finally emerged from the bedroom, Y/N not skipping a beat as her eyes remained glued to the paper. “Rey is a sweet girl.”

Kylo’s face hardened. “Hux is an... interesting man.”

Y/N looked up, the papers falling down onto her lap. “Kylo, what are we doing? We both love different people, maybe we should just call it—“

“No.” Kylo frowned. “Terminating this relationship for other people would ruin us. All of us.”

“What’s the point anymore?” Y/N countered. “You’re powerful, I’m just a mantelpiece, and Rey would make a great—“

“You aren’t listening!” Kylo shouted, interrupting her. “I sacrificed everything to be here. I refuse to do that again.”

Y/N stood, the papers tumbling and fluttering out of her lap and onto the hardwood floor. “Why can’t you just let me go? We never loved each other, Snoke manipulated you into this relationship, into this role!”

“You always blame everything on Snoke, too scared to admit your faults.” Kylo spat.

“My faults?” Y/N yelled. “Mine? You are so fucking toxic, Kylo! You’re a fucking hazardous chemical!”

The slap echoed throughout the room, Y/N stumbling back and clutching the arm of a chair, reached her hand up to her cheek. She shakily looked up at Kylo, her eyes reflecting fear. She always thought of Kylo being all bark, no bite.

Y/N never thought he’d hurt her like this.

“Fuck. You.” She seethed, standing and shoving past Kylo, grabbing her coat and keys as she walked into the elevator, glaring at Kylo as the doors closed.

An hour later Hux answered a knock at his door, only to meet Y/N with sunglasses adorned on her face, her hood up. “Hey Armi.”

“Hey Y/N/N.” Hux responded, gesturing for her to come in. “To what do I owe the pleasure.”

“I want to leave. Somewhere far away from here, from politics and Kylo and the people. I want to disappear, and I want you to come with me.” Y/N insisted in a level voice. She removed her sunglasses and hood, Hux’s eyes widening at her bruised face.

He raised his hand up, carefully running his thumb over the bruise on her cheek before rushing to his freezer, returning and handing Y/N a frozen vegetable bag. “He... did he do this to you?”

“I can’t live like this anymore, Armitage.” Y/N pleaded, the girl pressing the bag against her cheek. “Remember when we went on that holiday to Greece?”

Hux’s face softened. “The one where you publicly fed birds whole gyros?”

Y/N smiled. “Yeah. That one. Let’s go back, let’s go and forget all of this. Please.”

Hux sat on his couch, Y/N settling down next to him. “It’d ruin us. Destroy our reputations, hurt any of our chances.”

“We’d be crazy to reveal such a scandal.” Y/N mused.

Hux reached over to pick up his laptop, flipping it open.

“When do you want to leave?”

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tonictransistor · 5 years ago

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Fairness || Modern Jedi

A/N: I’m not really sure what warnings to put on this, I never do. There is some fairly aggressive force choking and uhhh Kylo gets really emotional. Otherwise some fairly tame powerplay type stuff and uhh degradation. Maybe near-death experiences just to be safe. A tiny sprinkling of angst and a tiny bit of fluff; sugar and spice. Slap on a long drawn out orgasm and my fairly inconsistent pacing and you’ve got a decent fic on your hands.

This is an idea that I’ve had floating around in my head for a while so it was nice to finally get it down. Hope y’all enjoy!

"I want to hear you say it." Kylo growled into your ear.

You whined, shaking your head as you covered your face from embarrassment. Suddenly you felt like it was a mistake to leave him alone with AO3 open. Every saved fic, every sick and depraved fantasy you've had of him was suddenly open to him and he was taking full advantage of it. As if he needed the help.

"No?" He said in a deceptively soft voice. "I understand, perhaps I should stop then." Pushing himself up, he pulled out of you, settling back onto his knees. Kneeling above you, he began stroking his cock, eyes locked on yours.

"No no no Kylo, please." You practically sobbed from the loss of contact. He knew you were too wound up to just let him stop now. He knew you would give him what he wanted. And he was right.

"You know what I want. And I know what you want. How about you stop playing this game with me and just give in." He paused only to let out a deep groan as his hand stuttered over his cock. "Before I make myself cum." The sound of his voice seemed to send shockwaves through your body and you wondered if it was a Force trick. You always forgot he still had those abilities until he showed them off.

Gods you hated this. Fucking smug asshole.

"Say it. I can practically feel it on the tip of your tongue; Just let go."

"Please, Supreme Leader." You finally said.

Kylo gave a smug look that hinted all too well at those Solo genes of his. He leaned forward and placed one hand on your side while the other stayed on his cock. The way he towered over you made your size difference all too apparent and again you found yourself cursing your Fic history.

"What was that? I don't think I heard you." He taunted as you could feel him position himself over your cunt. With the slightest thrust of his hips, you could feel the head of his cock rub against your clit. Desperately you tried to move your hips with his, but the second you managed to get some good friction going you felt an invisible force holding you still causing you to whine again.

"None of that, not until I hear you. Say it like you mean it." He was really dragging this out, making sure you were fully aware of the power he had over you.

"Fuck," You exclaimed. "Please Supreme Leader fuck me please god damn you fucking asshole." The words came as one long, loud demand; the annoyed desperation apparent.

All at once, you felt his cock slam into you and his hand squeeze around your throat.

"Watch your mouth." Kylo growled.

In an attempt to hide any sign of your enjoyment, you bit your lip to hold back your whines, but that was near impossible. With each thrust Kylo made, you were pushed further into the mattress. Your entire bed frame was moving with such force you were sure that the supports would break or leave marks in the wall or both. Kylo made sure to pull every possible noise from your lips to claim as his victory over you.

"Look at you whining for me like a little slut." He ground out through clenched teeth. "What would your beloved General think if he saw you, heard you, his precious little kitten." Kylo taunted really driving things home.

"Fuck, that isn't fair." You complained.

"Fair? Don't fucking talk to me about what's fair." You knew you struck a nerve, a sudden fire flaring up in his eyes. "I'm who knows how far from my own galaxy, I have to put up with strange--fandom nonsense on a near daily basis. Your trash planet has made my [i]entire[/i] life into some joke," As his voice rose, you suddenly felt that invisible grip tighten on your throat to a point beyond your comfort.

A million thoughts ran through your mind in an instant. Was this really how you were going to go? Choked to death by Kylo Ren in a manner eerily similar to that of Padme and Anakin? All while being fucked? It was a wild thought for sure.

"And above all that--" He stopped speaking suddenly, cutting himself off. In an instant his entire demeanor changed. The fire once in his eyes was cooled by the waters of regret and what you could argue as homesickness. It was a look you had seen in him only twice before, that stupidly hot teary eyed, pouty-lipped look. If you weren't on the verge of passing out, you'd laugh about the fact that he was seriously about to cry during sex.

Almost as quickly as the look came, it vanished and with it the crushing force grip on your throat.

There was a moment of silence between the two of you. A moment of understanding, which, while you were glad to have, you still had his hard cock inside of you and it was mildly distracting you from being the emotional support he needed in that exact moment.

"You're such a needy slut." Kylo said with a laugh, and as if nothing had even happened, he started to fuck you again. Though his thrusts were still very deliberate and still had a certain amount of force to them, the entire mood was different. The emotional bond that was inadvertently bridged made things softer, as cliche as that sounded.

Your orgasm seemed to sneak up on you. One perfectly timed thrust made Kylo's cock hit you in just the right way that made your entire body tense. A sharp whine passed your lips as you clenched around his length and waves of pleasure washed over you like the slow waves of a calm sea. It was admittedly anticlimactic, given the intense build up, but still just as satisfying.

In your euphoria, you almost didn't notice Kylo slowing to a near stop. You clenched around him as if you were trying to hold him inside of you.

"You aren't going to cum for me?" You asked in the sweetest voice you could muster. After all this, you couldn't just let him go unfinished. At this point he had definitely earned the right. "What good am I to my Supreme Leader if I can't make him cum?" With those words, you pushed him over so that you could get on top of him.

You placed your hands flat on chest as you began to ride him, slowly at first, searching for the perfect rhythm. Once you found it though, you really went for it. You could feel his muscles tense under your hands as you rode him. He said nothing but you could see it on his face that he was close. Speeding up your pace, you were eager to see this through to the end and in an experimentive gesture, you pinched his nipples. The look of confusion he gave you quickly turned to one of completion as he thrust into you and came.

With a lazy, satisfied smile you pulled off of him and collapsed at Kylo's side and in a slightly uncharacteristic gesture, he used the force to throw the comforter over the two of you.

"Next time, use your hand." Your voice finally broke the uncomfortable silence that seemed to last way too long. He gave you a look of confusion. "When you choke me, next time use your hand." You demonstrated the motion on him, your fingers brushing over the scar from his fight on Starkiller.

"What, so I can give your colleagues more reason to give me weird looks?" He scoffed.

"Okay first of all, colleagues makes it sound like I work somewhere important, just say coworkers. And no so I can make things weird by telling people how I enjoyed it when they come at me with questions of concern." You laughed. Kylo cracked a small smile, which is exactly what you were looking for. He never smiled enough and you always made it a point to try and fix that.

There was a moment of awkward silence between you after that as you contemplated addressing the other elephant in the room.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked.

“No.”

Honestly, you didn’t expect any other answer but you at least wanted to make an attempt. Canon had lead you to believe that this man had gone years with having his feelings ignored and you wanted him to know that that didn’t have to be the case anymore. That it was okay for him to open up if he needed to. Though you wanted to leave things at that and respect his answer, you simply wanted one final question answered.

”Do you miss her?”You broadcasted the thought as loud as you imagined you could, hoping he would give you an answer.

Simply he stated, “Yes.”

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A/N: I want to make it PAINFULLY CLEAR that he’s talking about missing his MOTHER.

#Kylo x reader #Kylo ren x reader #star wars fanfiction #self shipping #self insert #Modern Jedi #tora writes #i hate that i have to make that distinction #but //shrug #overall i'm pretty proud of this #I hope yall enjoy it

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myimaginesandrp · 4 years ago

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Dancing in the rain

Imagine

The loud rumble of thunder in the distance makes you jump with excitement. After a long scorching day, the night brought a parade of water and it pounded against your window. You look over at the pair of eyes watching you across the room. He shakes his head and you pout knowing that he’s about to crack any moment. Slowly, ever so slowly you inch your way to the door. He raises his eyebrow challenging you, but it doesn’t stop you, it never does. Within a second you blow the door open and rush outside until the rain is coming down on you and you spin round with your arms raised to meet the water that skates down to soak your clothes. A pair of hands find your waist and through the droplets hanging from your lashes you look up with a bright smile. He smiles back and wrapping your arms around his neck, you start to move in a slow rhythm. Slow and gentle steps against the fast and chaotic splashes of water surrounding you.

・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･・゜゜・．｡･ﾟﾟ･

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let-love-run-red · 5 years ago

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Menace-1

AN: hey guys, heres my newest Kylo Ren x reader series, there will be illegal activity and lots of smut here so just be advised loves.

Warnings: smut, swearing, talk of murder, talk of bank robbery

"I now pro-pronounce you h-husband and w-w-wife, you may now k-kiss the b-b-b-bride." The minister stuttered through the pleasantries, swallowing against the barrel of the gun the man in the perfectly pressed black Burberry suit held against his throat. The man looked lovingly at the woman in the knee-length white dress standing across from him, leaning down to gently kiss her, thumbing at the ring on her finger.

"Thanks preacher man. Now," the man pulled away from the woman, pulling back the hammer of the gun as the minister swallowed and closed the book he was holding. "you can just forget any of this ever happened, right?" The man asked. The minister nodded frantically, looking down at the gun against his throat. The man smiled and lowered the gun, lowering the hammer and looking at the woman across from him.

"Now, get out of here. I want to kiss my wife." The man said, leaning in to kiss the woman standing across from him, sliding his tongue into her mouth as she reached up and buried one hand in his shoulder length hair, running her thumb across the scar that ran from his neck to his eyebrow.

"you're not really going to let him get away are you baby?" The woman asked as the minister walked cautiously towards the door of the empty chapel. The man hummed against her cheek, pulling the hammer back on the gun once more.

"Oh baby, I hoped my wife would know me better than that." He said, raising the gun and aiming it without looking, pulling the trigger and sending a bullet into the back of the minister’s head. He turned back to the woman, smiling and tucking the gun into the back of his waistband.

"Kylo Ren, you are a psychopath, and I love you."

"God baby, I love you so much." Kylo said, resting his weight on top of you. You kissed up and down his neck, sucking and leaving dark marks on his neck, shoulders, and collarbones. Kylo turned his head and kissed just behind your ear, running his hands over your bare skin. You shifted and he hissed as your movement squeezed his over-sensitive cock that was still buried inside you. You shushed him and ran your hands over his back, leaving more dark hickies across his shoulders.

"So, what should we do now?" You asked, wiggling your hips against Kylo to get him to groan. He moved his hand to grip your hip, pinning you against the bed of the rather expensive hotel room Kylo had booked for the night.

"Well dear, you should stop moving, or I'm going to have to fuck you into the mattress again." He growled, nipping at your neck. You chuckled and continued rubbing his back, wondering how you'd gotten here. Marrying the CEO of one of the most high-end companies in the southern United States, finding out every fucked-up thing he was into, and discovering that you liked it too.

He was a narcissist, a kleptomaniac, and a psychopath. He enjoyed watching people in pain, embezzling money from the investors in his company got him off, and murder made him insanely horny, as you found out when you walked into his private office holding the reports he'd ordered that morning.

He'd been waving a gun around and mumbling to himself, when you walked in a froze to watch him move, until he noticed you. He sighed and held the gun against his cheek, sucking in through his teeth and lowering it to point at you.

"I really hate to do this sweetheart, but you shouldn't have seen that." He said, and you took a sharp breath in. Something about the psychotic gleam in his eyes and the gun pointed at your chest excited you. You stepped towards him and he let out a low growl.

"I won’t tell anybody Mr. Ren." You said quietly, rubbing your thighs together under your tight skirt. He looked down at the way your chest rose and fell quickly from the adrenaline, and the way your hips moved as you walked.

Kylo felt his heart beating in his ribcage and felt the blood rushing down straight to his cock as he watched you lick your lips. You stepped closer and felt the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the center of your chest.

"Are you going to shoot me?" You asked, reaching forward and tugging on his tie. He swallowed thickly as you ran your hand over his chest. He pulled the hammer back on the gun and moved his finger to cover the trigger.

"Would that excite you? Would killing me turn you on Mr. Ren?" You lowered your hand to his crotch, feeling his obvious bulge through his expensive dress pants. He gasped a sharp breath and leaned into your touch.

"Do it. Pull the trigger, I want to know how hard it would make you to put a bullet through my chest and watch me bleed out." Kylo growled and dropped the gun, grabbing your face in one hand and grabbing your ass with the other. He kissed you roughly and shoved you back against the desk, grinding himself against you as he shoved his tongue into your mouth. He let go of your face, reaching under your skirt to snap the waistband of your panties. He bit your lip hard enough to draw blood and licked it, letting out a moan at the taste.

"You're a fucking menace." He growled, grabbing your legs and lifting you onto his desk. You heard papers crinkling under you as Kylo shoved you onto your back, reaching under your skirt again and pulling your panties down your legs. He put them into his back pocket and brought his fingers to your mouth, shoving them in your mouth. You sucked on his fingers and he pulled them from your mouth and shoved his hand between your legs and sinking his fingers into your tight hot cunt. You moaned as he curled his fingers against your walls. He kissed you roughly and pulled his fingers from between your legs, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean with a groan.

"God I can't believe I'm about to fuck your tight little cunt." Kylo growled, undoing his belt and pushing his expensive pants to his ankles and palming himself through his boxers. You sat up on the desk, leaning forward to slide your hand under the waistband of his boxers. Kylo shoved you back against the desk with his hand around your throat.

"I didn't say you could touch me." He growled in your ear, squeezing your throat. You let out a silent breathy moan and rubbed your thighs together to get even a little friction against your swollen clit. He noticed and shoved himself between your legs to hold your thighs apart.

"Mr. Ren, please." You begged hoarsely, he let go of your throat and ran his hands from your throat to your blouse, unbuttoning your blouse and reaching underneath you to unhook your bra. He pulled it off you and dropped it on the floor next to him, grabbing your breast and squeezing it, lowering his head and sucking hard on your nipple, trapping it between his teeth and drawing a loud moan from you.

"Such a little slut." He growled, pulling away from you and pushing your skirt up to your hips, pulling his cock out from his boxers and rubbing the tip against your entrance. You whined and moved your hands to grab his shoulders, only to have him snap his hips harshly against yours, burying himself to the hilt in your pussy. You moaned loudly with him as he planted his hands on either side of you, letting his head hang low and his perfectly slicked-back hair to fall in your face.

"God you're so tight." He moaned, grabbing your hip with one hand and using the other to steady himself as he slowly pulled out, only to pound harshly into you again. You cried out, feeling him bottom out in your cunt. He moaned and paused, grabbing your hips with both hands and pulling you towards the edge of his desk, ruining multiple papers and knocking his pen cup on the floor. He widened his stance and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"You better clean that up once I'm done fucking your brains out." He whispered harshly in your ear before snapping his hips against yours once again. You threw your head back and moaned loudly.

"That's it baby, moan for me, moan so loud that everyone in the office knows I'm fucking you over my desk like the little slut you really are." He growled, pinching one of your nipples and rolling it between his fingertips. You gasped and he reached down to rub circles over your clit with his thumb. You gasped again, reaching up to dig your nails into the fabric of his black suit jacket.

"If you leave a mark on this suit jacket, I'll kill you." He growled in your ear before biting down on your neck. You moaned and moved your hands from his arms up to tangle in his hair, tugging on it hard and crying out his name as you came hard on his cock, the orgasm tearing through you and causing you to clench your walls around his cock. He groaned and nipped at your neck as he pulled out, finishing himself off and coming on your thigh, covering your thighs in his hot sticky cum. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours, moving his hands to rest on the desk on either side of your hips.

You both panted heavily for a few moments, before he pulled away and pulled you off the desk. He tugged your skirt down and smacked your ass, leaning in to whisper in your ear.

"Meet me in my office, noon tomorrow."

And now here you were, lying in bed with him with a ring on your finger and his cock still in your cunt as he dozed off. You ran your hands over his well-muscled back and down to squeeze his ass. He huffed in your ear and shifted to lift his head and look at you.

"What are you doing?" He questioned.

"Just enjoying my husband." You said with a grin, pressing your nose against his neck and leaving a light kiss. He sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist before flipping the two of you over so you were laying on top of him, still full of his cock.

"So Kylo," You said, sitting up on his hips and splaying your hands across his large chest to support yourself, "I was serious, what now?" Kylo reached one hand up to rest on your hip and folded the other arm behind his head to look up at you. You sat up fully, feeling his cock harden inside you again.

"Now I think you should start bouncing on my cock, before I get impatient and start making you bounce." He said, digging his fingers into your hips and bouncing his own hips teasingly. You giggled and fell forward, gripping his shoulders to keep yourself from falling completely.

"Kylo I'm serious. After this, after we fuck in this bed a few more times," You rolled your hips against his, causing him to hum in pleasure, "what should we do? Do we just go back to our lives? You in an office and me in a cubicle or do we do something bigger?"

"Well baby, I think I could plan a successful bank robbery." He said with a smile, rubbing his thumb over your skin. You laughed and looked down at him, seeing no evidence of a joke on his face.

"Wait, you're serious?" You asked, a look of disbelief on your face.

"I'm serious. Deathly serious." He said, pushing himself to a sitting position and resting the hand that was previously on your hip on your lower back and pulling you flush against him.

"You and I could rule the world. We'll travel around the states, robbing banks and living like royalty." He said, a wild gleam in his eyes. You mulled it over, you'd already done crazy things with him, things that if anybody knew about you'd both go to jail.

But robbing a bank was different than killing tweakers in cheap motel rooms then having sex on the high it gave the both of you. Robbing banks required planning, cunning, intimidation, and as you looked at the man underneath you, you realized it was possible. He was a psychopath who had lived the past 7 years of his life as a respected, professional CEO of a multi-million-dollar company.

"Alright. Where do we start?"

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vintagehellfire · 7 years ago

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Down The Rabbit Hole

Pairing: Ben Solo x Reader, Kylo Ren x Reader

Modern AU, Punk!Ben/Kylo - Baker!Reader

Prompt: Ben Solo x reader where they’re at readers 21st birthday party and they play a drunk 7 minutes in heaven.

Word count: 6.4K

Warnings: Profanity, drinking, getting drunk. Nothing else really.

Tags: @nightsofren

PART 1 | PART 2 |

Your (Y/H/C) fell in front of your face as you put the last touches on the baked goods you were making for your own birthday. Of course, you hadn’t trusted anyone but yourself with it. Why would you? Despite owning your own bakery and having other bakers among you, you couldn’t bring yourself to. You had a vision and you wanted exactly what you had foreseen. Of course, that didn’t stop anyone from asking to assist you.

You were perfectly capable yourself and of course, you trusted no one with your very secret chocolate pomegranate macaron recipe. You even made little bits of icing that looked like pomegranate seeds to top the little French treats once they were done, all crafted from your own imagination. Everything was your own in the bakery, but these most of all. You pressed on, invitations sent out, fliers scattered around town, a digital flier posted to your website and to the Instagram that your staff ran, but nonetheless you were nervous. Your bakery would host a small party, your birthday being unknown, thanks to your lovely employees, Rey and Poe but the planning and baking was more than you could handle. In fact, the workload stressed you out to the point where you were lacking sleep and taking 15-minute naps during breaks and while your pastries and goods were in the oven. You were so wrapped up in your prep work that you didn’t register the silver bell at the door ding and the sudden hush that seemed to sweep across the elegant space.

The first thing that the “Intruder”, as you called him, noticed was the Victorian railings that led down the three steps down and into the quaint place. He also took notice of the crème wallpaper pattered and littered with twirls of flowers and vines and deeply admired it. He loved the place endlessly despite that you kicked him out at whatever expense you could afford; he found this more amusing than anything and enticed him to keep coming back to push your buttons. The walls were littered with photographs you had taken, framed in handpicked vintage frames with a gold frottage. The bakery was your heart and soul and it showed. From the furnished dark hardwood floors, to the trims right by the ceiling, it was a deeply rooted part of you. This made the man’s heart swell three times bigger if that was a possibility. The nerves that shook him whenever he strolled in were greater than you could fathom. You couldn’t possibly imagine why he kept coming back after you continuously kicked him out time and time again but in a sense it was endearing.

“Hey, Intruder at one o’clock.” Rey nudged you, smile spreading across her face, and sauntered to the back to roll out the dough for your cinnamon buns. A groan tumbled from your lips and into the open air and the action that would have accompanied it would be you slamming your head into the counter but you resisted. Why had he come back? Of all people, why did the punk with an attitude have to come back and taunt you on one of your biggest days? You straightened yourself out, hands brushing against your black apron, tucking your hair back, and with that you let out a huff of air and made your way over to the cash register.

“Hey,” the “Intruder” began but you were quick to snap.

“What the hell do you want, Ren?” You spat at the man before you. He closed his eyes tight and looked to his feet. His dark curls falling in front of his face as a heavy curtain to shield his emotions. You refused to let yourself get close to anyone, much less the man before you. He seemed impulsive and reckless, a man that good looking could never bring anything good into your life. The dark figure chewed the inside of his cheek for a bit before flicking his caramel eyes up to yours, a soft expression adorning them.

“A cof- an espresso. Bitter as it can be and uh,” his eyes briefly lefts your face and to the menu on the wall, “a pomegranate-” He never finished his nervous thought though.

“It’s off the menu.” You snapped back at him. “You can have the coffee but the pomegranate macaron is off the menu.” You crossed your arms over your chest and your facial expression was stone. You drew some attention from your regulars and they gave you quizzical looks but you ripped your gaze away from them and pretended to not care.

“Alright, well, then I’ll take that coffee for here,” the man emphasised as a cocky smirk grew across his face, “and whatever treat you’ll let me have, sweetheart.” His voiced dripped with sarcasm and an undertone of something smugger.

“I can treat you to a nice kick in the-” but your exchange was cut short by Poe stepping in and apologising for you. You loved Poe and he was one of your first friends and employees but sometimes he was just far too kind. His eyes were inviting and his mousey brown hair was what every woman would ever deem as dreamy. The one thing you absolutely adored and loathed about your friend; however, was that he was far too much of a kind soul.

“Fresh cinnamon rolls! We have a batch fresh from the oven and Rey is currently rolling out some more for the party a little later tonight. Have one on the house. (Y/N)’s treat.” A smile flashed across your best bakers face and it infuriated you. It was a smile that melted hearts but you wanted to do nothing more than strangle your friend in that moment. He was practically giving a peace offering to the pompous asshole that stood before you.

For the next hour or so you worked away at your macarons begrudgingly while you glared at the tall and brooding man sitting at the very far table closest to the shop window. He sipped his espresso, knowing that every single sip he took bothered you and every bite of his cinnamon roll made you want to physically roll him out the door. He took pleasure in watching your blood slowly boil and then some. At one point he stopped chiming into your game of who could piss who off the most and he became engrossed in a book he had brought with him. He actually knows what a book is? You thought to yourself before shaking your head and heading to put your macarons in the oven for a quarter hour. Rey and Poe exchanged a brief glance before Rey approached you. You barely registered Poe going out to the front and instead focused on Rey.

“So what’s with you and Kylo?” A suggestive smirk befell her lips and she put all her weight into one hip almost in a contrapposto manner. This was enough to make your roll your eyes into the back of your head and let out a long groan.

“Fucking, nothing,” you spoke through your teeth, “how dare he come back into my shop and taunt me the way he has. I mean, god he irks me so damn much. How many times do I have to kick him out Rey? How many until he gets that he’s not welcome here?” You leaned your back against the counter in the kitchen and sighed out before looking to your feet. “It’s not- it’s not just…”

“What isn’t?” Your friend asked you carefully. She didn’t want to push you too far and have you retract your feelings. You refused to admit that you found Kylo Ren attractive in the least. His freckles and beauty marks that adorned his face, the sleek and curled locks that shaped and captured his face perfectly, his high cheekbones and near perfect facial structure. You refused to believe these thoughts and you always shoved them to the back burner violently.

“If you say anything, I’ll murder you.” You warned before letting out a defeated sigh. “It’s not just down to him, and I know I’m being a jackass but nothing good can come from someone that pretty okay? Nothing. I’m just trying to look out for myself.” You pushed off the counter and your face turned back into a stone cold expression before you walked back out to greet a few customers. Little did you know that Poe and Rey had already formulated a plan for the two of you.

At the front counter, you were greeted by Kylo and the dishes he had used, book tucked under his arm. You noticed that it was one of your favourites; Girl in a Band the memoir by Kim Gordon. That alone was enough to make your heart nearly melt. It wasn’t a classic novel by F. Scott Fitzgerald but nonetheless, it was one of your absolute favourite memoirs written by one of your favourite people. You bit your lip and let your eyes flick over the taller man’s face before letting them land on the counter in front of you.

“So uh- I didn’t want you to exert yourself, thought I’d bring the dishes over to you.” His hard gaze not wavering from you. At his comment, your head shot up and your eyes narrowed, a toxic gaze digging into the “Intruder”.

“I am capable of walking over there myself, asshole.” You spit at him. “I mean, really? You don’t want me to exert myself? What the fuck is your problem?” You refused to accept that he did such a thing because it was from the good of his heart. You didn’t want to hear it.

“Okay, well sorry that I noticed that you’re dead tired, that you’re clearly overworking yourself, and that every step you take you looks like you could collapse. I’m sorry for trying to give a single,” he waved his hand dismissively in front of his face and shook his head, “you know what? Never mind. I’ll drop by tonight. Happy birthday, (y/n).” Kylo dropped a twenty on the counter and walked out of the bakery, leaving you absolutely dumbfounded. How did he know it was your birthday? Only the personal invites you sent out were an indicator of what celebration you were putting on.

The bakery’s party began to die down and most treats were sold out completely by the end of the night, a small box of macarons was left and maybe a cinnamon bun or two. Coconut ice cream remained but a substantially smaller amount than the night had started with. Streamers and confetti littered the floor and you had trouble cleaning every bit of it up. Eventually, your lovely staff told you to book it home and get some rest and get ready before the party and you actually listened. Little did you know of their plans.

When you managed to make it up the stairs and through the door, you flopped down onto your couch and kicked your shoes off. You rubbed your hands over your face and let out a sigh through your nose, your eyes feeling heavy. A quick nap never did anyone harm, did it?

Low light and the crack of vinyl. New Wave flowed through the air and swam around you, entrancing you in its distorted and messy melodies. You swayed, warm hands firmly on your waist and yours on the person’s shoulders. The warmth and happiness hammered into your chest and the smile that adorned your face hurt but you wouldn’t give it up for the world.

“You look lovely tonight, (Y/N).” A shiver ran down your spine as the deep voice spoke in a whisper next to your ear. It echoed in your dream and moulded with the music playing. “Enticing, entrancing, beautiful. I had to tell you, my love.”

You shot up from your sleep and shook yourself from your thoughts. They were utterly ridiculous, besides, you had things to do and a party to get ready for. The nap did you some good and you couldn’t deny it but the dream ran shivers down your spine and flashed across your vision many a time. Hopping onto your feet, you padded into the kitchen and got glasses of all sorts; for wine, shots, beer, and regular drinking glasses. Nobody would drink from a solo cup at your party. It was going to be a fairly large one and everyone was welcome to bring a plus one despite being an intimate party. You knew it would get out of hand with the number of people you knew and had worked with through the years. It would be a great time and you knew that only your friends would end up staying until some absurd hour in the night.

Once the drinks were laid out, you jogged over to your room and began getting ready. You took a comb to your (H/L) (H/C) hair and brushed it out with haste before moving on to what you’d wear. You knew that your work attire was only to seem presentable to the public but now you could be yourself. You ripped out a pair of black jeans and threw them on, jumping up and down while trying to pull them on. You nearly trashed your closet for a shirt until you found one you bought at your favourite bands show. Over that you threw on an oversized faux leather jacket and you were near set. You kept everything else the way you had since you started the day.

With an hour left until your gathering began, you started to bring out snacks. The batch of peppermint macarons were new and they were a choice snack but the last of the pomegranate ones remained tucked away. You felt bad and you saved them for a very particular person, and this was against your better judgement. You knew it but you felt awful. Not even fifteen minutes passed and the doorbell rang. Someone was here incredibly early. You’d hope it would be Poe or Rey to help you set up but when you swung the door open you saw the person you least expected who was shifting from foot to foot.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” You bit your tongue as soon as you saw the man’s attire and the nervousness that seeped through him. What happened to the cocky man that you knew and tried to convince yourself you loathed? He wore an outfit that reflected yours but instead of a band t-shirt, he wore a loose fitting white collar shirt under his leather jacket. Fitting jeans hugged his legs and he wore Docs on his feet to emphasise his personality and effort to look slightly elegant and dressed up for you.

“I- Didn’t Poe tell you?” He inquired. At this your brows furrowed and you tilted your head to the side in confusion. Was Poe supposed to tell you anything? What did Poe do? As you connected the dots your blood boiled and you felt the tips of your ears get hot. Your friends and best employees had invited this nuisance to your 21st birthday? “I’ll take that as a no.” Kylo avoided your gaze completely and started to turn away.

“Wait!” You reached out and grabbed his hand, meaning to grab his arm instead but you had made your move and it was final. As soon as you touched his hand your dream flashed across your eyes and you dropped his hand as if it was a hot pan straight from the oven. “Sorry. Come in.” You stepped aside in order to make room for him to step past the doorway and into your humble abode. Despite not being the biggest fan of his, he was cordially invited by your friend as his plus one and you wanted to at least try to make him feel welcome. After all, would you even see him after people came in? Kylo gave you a hesitant look before shifting once again from foot to foot, his eyes never leaving yours as he took a step across the entryway. The antsy demeanour didn’t leave him until well into the night.

“I don’t want to intrude, really. I already do in your shop I can’t- Can I help you with anything?” You closed the door after Ren nervously spoke and sighed gently. You didn’t notice the way his eyes looked over you in adoration, a star-struck, lovesick expression taking over him for a few seconds before he tried to compose himself. “I might as well make myself useful since I’m forty-five minutes early. Besides, I wouldn’t want you to work overtime on your birthday. It’s not just.” His sincerity spilt from him and he made his way over to the drinks table.

“You want to make yourself useful?” You scoffed, wanting to kick yourself in the ass for how rude you were being. The further you pushed him the better. You couldn’t possibly let yourself fall for the punk. “How about you make a salad, think you can handle that, Ren?” Your heart hammered in your chest. Being a jackass was never so hard for you. As soon as the words left your mouth and your defences were up, Kylo retaliated and hid his discomfort the same way you had.

“A goldfish could make a salad. Just tell me what you want for it and where to find it.” He pushed past you, knocking your shoulder on the way to the fridge. You rolled your eyes and muttered that the recipe was on the fridge door and you stormed off into the living room to choose some music to play so that you wouldn’t need to sit in agonising silence with the impossible man before you. You shuffled through your record collection unbeknownst to Kylo’s gazes and looks to your general direction. You plucked a few records from your collection and ran a hand through your hair which caused your guest to nearly choke on his spit.

“If you have an issue with what I chose to play you can suck it.” You called out as you turned on your record player and gently pulled out Black Sabbath’s Paranoid and placed it gently on the turntable in order to play it loud and proud. It rang out through your apartment and with the first note, Kylo’s head shot up and his eyes fell on you in awe. This was not what he expected from a more or less quiet baker.

“You listen to Sabbath?” He called out as he started to chop some kale for the quinoa and chickpea salad you wanted to make. He debated asking you a follow up question of what else you had in your extensive collection but he bit his sharp tongue and continued making the recipe you had written out.

“If you don’t listen to Sabbath, Ren, you’ve gone down a rabbit hole.” You spat and shrunk in on yourself. Why did you have to be so rude to him? What had he done to you? Come on, look at him! The slope of his nose, his beautiful profile, and his strong jawline. You quickly dismissed your thoughts but you couldn’t help but steal glances at the beautiful man on occasion.

“Ben. Call me Ben.” He corrected but didn’t spare you a glance. “You’re right though. That’s why I listen to Sabbath on a day to day basis. Can’t go wrong with that. Have you got any Greta Van Fleet?” He asked you and you nearly choked on your spit. You strut over to Ben, hips swaying gently side to side to the music and you hummed along, entranced.

“Bought their record a few weeks ago and can’t get enough of it. Why, Ren?” You ignored his statement about his name and venom dripped from your tongue as you inquired. You were being an asshole and you knew it. All in good defence, right?

“It’s Ben. And because they’re good. Combination of AC/DC, The Who, and a few other iconic solo artists. But they make a sound for themselves. It’s really cool. Thought I’d recommend them if you didn’t already know them but you beat me to it.” A genuine smile graced Ben’s lips and your heart leapt into your throat, breath hitching.

The forty five minutes passed with the two of you making various salads and bruschetta for your gathering and eventually you mixed a punch that was a little too strong, but of course you’d need the extra kick if you wanted to get by tonight. Eventually your doorbell began to ring and your friends and theirs piled in and handed you various gifts, wished you a happy birthday and exchanged small talk. The apartment was getting louder and through the night you went through a good twelve records of yours. Some Sonic Youth, Greta Van Fleet – per Ben’s request, Bowie, and of course your fair share of Led Zeppelin. A drink was always in your hand and a smile plastered to your face, but that might have been because you were also, well, plastered. You drank wine, joined Poe and one of your childhood friends, Finn, in some shots. Rey dragged you off and popped open some champagne to toast to you and you never refused specifically so you could avoid Ben. Eventually, your dream came back to you and your chest got all bubbly and warm but not from the wine. The voice made you feel warm and welcomed and you couldn’t shake it.

A loud and booming voice broke your thoughts with a slur. “Hey everybody, gather round! We’re playing Seven Minutes in Heaven!” You didn’t know who called it out but without thinking, you agreed. Everybody made their way to the living quarters from which the coffee table was pushed to the wall. A good fifteen people gathered around and sat in circle formation on the ground and the empty champagne bottle had been placed in the dead centre. “If anyone is unclear on the rules, just say so.” The unknown man called out. You didn’t pay much attention but Ben shuffled over and sat across from you with his legs crossed, a look of worry dawning upon him. To him, you looked carefree and relaxed. It pained him that you seemed to need the alcohol in order to feel that way but he let it be. There we very few people who didn’t play the game and Kylo- Ben- found himself joining in for reasons that you never would have expected. Normally you would have rolled your eyes and called him a pig, assuming he was playing in order to score seven minutes with you. His intentions were purely innocent despite what you could have thought. He played in order to keep you safe. He hated the idea of people taking advantage of you seeing as you were drunk. Despite the fact that it was a party with your friends, there were many people you didn’t know and some who dared attempt flirting. He worried but he would never admit it to you. Not with how you both interacted with one another.

The first few rounds went by and many people came out of your cramped and dark closet beet red and flustered. Some were very drunk and some more sober than others but they’d all receive a round of cheers and applause over whatever band was playing. This went on until the champagne bottle landed on you and a giggle erupted from your throat. You were very drunk and were surprised that you didn’t see a blurry mass of bodies. You would not remember the night, and that was certain. You grabbed the bottle and let your gaze fall on the dishevelled punk before you spun it hard. Part of you prayed it wouldn’t land on him, but another part of you, a big and drunken part of you wanted nothing but for it to land on him. The bottle spun for what felt like an eternity until lit came to a slow halt in front of Ben. Your breath hitched as your eyes met his. You noticed how beautiful he looked in his nervous and jittery state and how attractive he appeared when he sucked his lip into his mouth. I wish his lip wasn’t the only thing he’s sucking right now. The thought ran through your head briefly before you extended your hand to him. With hesitance he took it and pulled you into the closet at which people wooed and cheered. You even heard a brief ‘GET SOME!’

As soon as the closet door was shut, your friends started a timer and you wasted no time, pressing yourself to the large man before you. Startled he pushed you away gently but ran his hands down your arms and he slipped his rough hands into yours, giving them a squeeze. He pressed his forehead to yours and let out a shaky breath.

“Hey.” He whispered to you. You didn’t understand. You craved his lips and you wanted them on yours without hesitation. You wanted fire and fervency, desire and need. Deep down buried under a haze you knew it was the overwhelming amount of alcohol doing the thinking but you couldn’t help what you craved.

“Hey, beautiful.” You slurred and took him aback, placing one of his hand low on your hip. His breathing became a bit heavier and he started to get antsy. You pushed yourself closer to his body, the warmth calling to you and so you tilted your head up and placed a quick little kiss on his chin, frowning as he had started to pull back.

“(Y/N), you don’t want this. You’re drunk. I can’t do this to you.” He whispered and moved a hand to your face, stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb. “You’re going to regret it in the morning.” His voice broke but in your daze you barely noticed. A small laugh bubbled from your throat and Ben had to bite back a smile. His heart fluttered at your laugh and your smile. It ached for you as it had since the day he first stepped into the shop and since you had first kicked him out.

“Ben, just- just one.” You tried to kiss him again but missed and he pushed you to an arms distance away.

“(Y/N), no. Listen to me.” He noticed your eyes glaze over. Little did he know that you were dreaming of him, flashes of your hazy dream earlier playing in front of you. Bits and pieces- that voice, that warmth. You shivered at his touch and craved more as it dawned on you that his hands on your hips felt even better than in your dream. “(Y/N), please look at me” He pleaded as you hummed. “I can’t- I- I can’t kiss you. Not like this okay? How would you feel in the morning?” Ben tried.

“Mm, I’d feel pretty damn good. One kiss.” And you tried to throw yourself at him once again but he pushed you away once again. “Damnit, Ren, why the fuck won’t you let me kiss you?! You stupid and beautiful son of a fucking- god you’re irritating. Just let me kiss your stupid face you fucking dick. This is why I tried to hate you!” You exclaimed. Your outburst took him by surprise and he jumped back slightly, bumping his head gently on the top shelf of your main closet. “God, I knew I shouldn’t have allowed you to stick around. I should have kicked you out you- you-you bastard!” Sobs started to wrack your body and he pulled you close and shushed you, kissing the top of your head with love and care. “This is why I don’t trust pretty people, they’re no good. They’re- they’re only good for heartbreak.” Your muffled words lost in his shirt.

A pang of hurt ran through the man before you at the name you used for him. “Hey, hey, listen to me, in the morning, if you feel this way, tell me. I couldn’t live with myself if I did something to you against your will. You’re drunk. You’re very drunk and I can’t let you act upon impulse when drunk, okay? How would you feel if you woke up and found out we kissed? I can’t take advantage of you that way and it’s not just to you in the least.” He took a half step back and tilted your chin up so you’d look at him. “I care about you. I kept coming back to the shop because I hoped that I could tell you how I felt, and I know you kept kicking me out, I know, and I know I probably should have respected your wishes but I wanted to see more of you and I really really love seeing your hard work pay off. The second I step through the door to your shop, my anxieties die down and I feel at home and- and I love seeing your defensive stance against me. I love seeing you.” He whispers.

“Fuck off Ben…”

“Solo.” His voice cracked.

“Solo. You’re going to rip my heart out in the morning, aren’t you? Just like the last one did? You’re going to ruin me and you’re going to hurt me. You’re going to be like everyone else and you’re going to,” but Ben cut you off with a warm and welcoming hug. Love and sincerity flowed through it and he wanted to make sure you felt exactly that. He wanted you to feel at home, to feel loved and respected. He wanted you to know what his intentions were and that he genuinely meant no harm to you.

“I swear to you I won’t.” And with those words, the closet door was ripped open and the two of you were pushed out. Neither went back to the game though and instead, you sat away, giggling over music until the night of fun ended. With how hammered you were, you could barely walk and you slurred directions to your room. Ben had placed you on the bed, removing your jacket and making sure you were covered with your duvet in order to keep you warm. Through his worry, he escorted people out and made sure all the doors were locked before taking the covers and a few pillows from your couch and making it back to your room. He arranged himself on the floor but didn’t sleep a wink in fear that you threw up and died. Truth was that for a tough punk who had an image to keep, Ben had very high anxiety and the only thing that masked it was him acting high and mighty. He laid back and stared up at your ceiling, thinking of the happenings in your closet and how badly he wanted to press his lips to yours and smile against them until the night ended. His chest started to swell with warmth and so he slammed his head into the pillow. He wanted to puke, to punch himself in the face, to put himself out of his misery because he knew that when you woke up you’d have a distaste for him greater than what used to be.

Come morning, you barely peeled your eyes open, the small amount of light that seeped through your curtains blinded you. You let out a pained groan and pulled the covers over your head but before you knew it, the light was gone and you heard a deep and groggy voice address you.

“How’d you sleep?” You nearly jumped out of your skin but you also couldn’t help but have your heart hammer into your chest from the budding feeling of love spreading through it.

“You stayed?” You very slowly pulled yourself up onto your elbows and looked at Ben, brief memories of last night flashing through your mind. You couldn’t help but notice his incredibly attractive bed hair that you desperately wanted to tug on so you could bring his plump lips to yours. You noticed his pronounced profile in the low light and you couldn’t help but find it very enticing. You barely registered the nod that Ben gave you as your eyes landed on his lips, which he was chewing due to his anxiety levels. Could this be more frustrating? You closed your eyes. “Come here.” You heard him swallow hard and he slowly approached you, hesitant and twitchy. “No, like come here.” You instructed as he stopped by your bed. You gently patted the spot next to you, causing Ben Solo to eye you carefully before he crawled onto the bed, keeping a distance but placing himself beside you. “Thank you, Ben.” Sincerity pooled into your eyes as you looked over his face, his freckles prominent and gently littering it as if small constellations.

“I can get you something for your hangover if you’d like? I’ll make coffee, I’ll,” you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt and tugging him towards you. His hands shot out and he caught himself before he fell onto you.

“I remember what you said, Ben. Every word. I remember.” His breath hitched and he let out an almost inhuman noise. “I don’t hate you. I don’t. I acted like I did because I was afraid that you’d hurt me. I was so afraid to let myself love and to let someone love me that I put up my walls so high that I didn’t realise how awful I was being. I appreciate you and I appreciate you staying with me, the curtains, the offer for coffee, the- why did you stay?” You managed to muster. A bright red hue tinted his cheeks and across the bridge of his nose. He refused to meet your eyes as he answered.

“I wanted to make sure that you didn’t throw up and die in your sleep.” His soft caramel eyes flicked to yours while your (Y/E/C) ones held his gaze steady. “I have a lot of anxiety.” He admit to you.

“You’re actually very kind, Solo. I’m sorry about how I treated you. I’m sorry I was so awful and that I called you a bastard. I- I actually, I set some of those chocolate pomegranate macarons aside for you. I- I thought it might have been a bad idea but I’m glad I did because…” Ben leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips through his smile and gentle laughter. You tried to kiss back but to your misfortune, he pulled away too soon.

“You saved some for me?” He laughed out. “You saved some… Here I was thinking you’d give them to me over your dead body.” He joked but you saw tears spring to his eyes and with that you grabbed his shirt and pressed your lips to his, bringing him in for a sloppy kiss. Your lips moved together with need and fervency. He wanted to show you his love and you wanted to prove the passion you had for him in return. You let Ben’s strong arms slide across your waist and hike up your shirt, warm hands making contact with your burning skin. It felt heavenly to you and you needed him closer.

“Ben…” You breathed out between kisses, hot breath falling across the lips of your admirer. You slid your hands into his soft dark hair and tugged on it gently, earning a groan from your counterpart. With a shaky breath, Ben let your name tumble from his lips and onto yours, pushing closer to you but remaining above the covers. You tugged at his hair once again causing his lips to mould against yours as if a completed puzzle. A rush of scenes from your dream exploded across your vision; the sweet voice, the hands splayed across your body, the comfort you felt, but most of all, the adoration that radiated off the man. “Stay with me?” You pleaded through kisses. Ben’s mind was racing, thoughts uncontrollable and emotions a whirlwind. He wanted this for so long and now that he had it, his body was buzzing from the high. He didn’t know how to process this event or how to react other than to emerge himself in it and enjoy it. It wouldn’t last forever and he feared that you’d change your mind.

“I wouldn’t dream of saying no.” Ben stated breathlessly as he pulled away from you and tucked your hair behind your ear. Another peck was placed on your lips but this time it was slow and gentle. He held himself up by holding your hips and pressing his forehead against yours. You didn’t understand how something so small could be so intimate and meaningful. “Let me make you coffee.” He practically exhaled across your face from how breathless he was. His heart hammered into his chest so hard that he thought it would genuinely rip itself from his ribcage.

“No, come to bed with me…” You suggested. “Please… That’s my birthday wish, Ben. I want to spend every moment of it with you.” You removed the covers in an inviting way and let him scoot under them. The immediate reaction that he had was to snake his arms around your waist, slipping them carefully under your shirt and pulling you to his chest. He let out a deep and pleased hum which reverberated in his chest and along with it a kiss was placed on your forehead.

“Get some rest, I’ll be here for you when you wake up, sweetheart.” You balled your hands up into his shirt and tugged gently, a smile plastered across your face and your pounding headache nearly forgotten thanks to the incredibly attractive man lying beside you and the pet name he used for you. It made you giddy inside despite how much you wanted to punch the smirk off his face when he had initially called you by said name.

“Ben Solo, I have to thank you for the most loving and memorable birthday.”

“Go back to sleep.”

“Thank you.” You nuzzled into his chest and sighed out as you slowly drifted off to sleep. A smile graced your face as the groggy and deep voice whispered one last thing to you before the two of you fell asleep soundly in each other’s arms.

“I’m so lucky to love you.”

A/N: I will make a part two if you guys would like. It would totally incorporate the macarons that were spoken of! I think I like how this turned out to be honest but we shall see. I hope it’s what you were looking for @nightsofren 😊.

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slutsofren · 4 years ago

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Hallo! Here’s my official request for some fluff with CEO! Kylo & Mistress for the time he tells her he loves her & his plans for the future :3

This one was super super fun to write but finding the words to put down was so difficult, im so so so sorry @bicthpotato but thank you dearly for your patience !!

Just Because I Love You

Summary: Kylo is in town to spend some time with you, you cannot wait for you two to take some time off and relax. Being the CEOs of your own companies was rough work so Kylo has a little speech for you.

General Info: CEO Kylo & Mistress AU, fluff, first time saying “I love you”, teasing, lots of teasing and sarcasm, light cursing, Kylo talking about his emotions?? whomst???

Read on AO3 here! Just under 2k.

It was 4:00 on the dot, you knew you’d be able to slip out of the office easily at this time. Besides, you were the boss, who was going to stop you? Your employees knew better, each one went through your rather rigorous 60 day training period and if they lasted then they deserved all the benefits you were able to grant them. They were grateful to be here under your care just as much as you were grateful they helped create a loving work environment.

It helps being a powerful boss ass bitch. You wore that title proud.

What you also wore proud was the immaculate silver necklace around your neck with an elegant “K” charm dangling, catching the light of every room you walked into. It was the latest gift from Kylo, just because he missed you and wanted you to have a small piece of him with you in Los Angeles after you came home.

Your fingers fidgeted with the charm, rubbing the “K” over and over. You looked at your watch once again, 4:05. You rose from your chair and rounded the desk, grabbing your work satchel and coat, flicking the light off behind you. Your assistant looked up from her computer, “Headed home early, ma’am?”

“How many times do I have to tell you,” you teased, “don’t call me ‘ma’am’ I’m not old.”

She let out a hearty laugh, “Of course, is there anything you’d like me to finish up, Miss?” You paused and thought for a moment but you couldn’t bear to think about work much longer.

“Do one thing and then you can go home, email each department to give everybody the rest of the day off.”

“On account of what, Miss?”

“On the account that I’m in a damn good mood and I’m going to see somebody that I’ve missed dearly.”

You gave her one last smile before continuing out of the office, a little hop found its way into your step echoing in the clinks of the darling heels you wore.

It’s been a couple months since you met the infamous Kylo Ren. You didn’t know who he was when you two met that fateful evening but after spending not just the night together but the following week with him, you knew he was somebody you wanted to continue keeping in your life.

In summary, the relationship the two of you cultivated was almost like two stars colliding in the galaxy and choosing to fly together. The choice to stay around each other, watching him with his explosive temper and him watching you in your cool rage, that choice made whatever you had with Kylo Ren feel powerful and unwavering.

After your time in New York with what you initially thought would be a fling, he visited you in California once before. After your second trip to New York, it was then that you knew in your heart that you were in it for the long haul.

It was nice, you thought as you drove down the busy Los Angeles freeways. You have an incredibly sexy date tonight and he is probably the sexiest man in the world.

You were eager to return home, hoping to see the man who invaded your thoughts soon. His plane was expected to land after it got dark and the two of you had planned a simple wine and dine on the balcony of your apartment. A nice cozy evening with one of the warmest souls you’ve ever met.

The apartment building you lived in was one of those that was lingering from old Hollywood, the art deco structure was an iconic look which made you love it from your first visit. It also helped the security on the building was top notch, something you’ve come to appreciate being a woman living by yourself.

“Honey, I’m home,” you said to no one as you entered your home, leaving your keys in a small bowl by the front door. As you removed your shoes by the doorway, you noticed there was a dark grey silk scarf on the coat rack, an item of clothing that was certainly not yours.

You ran your fingers over it, feeling its softness. After a moment you caught a whiff of the cologne that lightly came off it- it was distinctly Kylo. Your heart went into a flutter as your hands reached the bottom of the scarf where there was a black monogram KR embroidered on the rich material. That smile you had been forcing down finally spread wide across your face as you called his name loudly.

“Over here, little one,” his deep voice rang from outside your balcony. You took off your coat, throwing it off to some chair at your dining bar area.

Kylo stood on the balcony, waiting for you leaning against the glass railing. He looked incredibly handsome standing there, the sun illuminated each and every single one of his beauty marks that you’d come to love tracing over with sweet kisses during moments of reprieve. His shirt was a tad bit ruffled, adding to his charm. Clearly a man who worked as fast as he could just to fly to your neck of the woods just as fast.

You could hardly catch your breath as you took the few remaining steps that kept you from your lover, a truly decadent sweet. As your arms found themselves around his neck, his lips met yours in a sweet, chaste kiss. Nothing could be spoken that could mirror the joy in your heart, only the smile you felt sprawled on your face.

“Hey, handsome,” you spoke as you gazed up at Kylo.

He looked at you, letting his hands snake down to your hips, “Hey.”

The two of you kissed one more time before he grabbed one of your hands that was wrapped around his neck, he gave another kiss to the back of your hand. “A true gentleman,” you poked.

He let out a groan, “Quiet you, just sit in the damn chair, there’s something we need to talk about.” By the looks of his facial expression, you knew it was serious but nothing of concern, something that eased your mind for the time being. He led you by your hand, not once letting go and sat you down in one of the two chairs sitting on the balcony. You noticed that Kylo took the liberty of setting out your dinner plates for two on the table alongside fresh flowers, a colorful arrangement of carnations, daisies, baby’s breath, and roses. The mixture of reds and whites filled your heart with adoration for the gruff man in front of you.

Kylo always carried an air of aggression and being rough around the edges, something you’d easily recognize as his signature. It didn’t matter in the end, only that you’d know you’d never be subjected to the end of his red hot blade.

“So,” you edged him on, “Is it Bazine?” He shook his head. “Your mother,” you felt yourself grow cold. He shook his head again, saying nothing. Instead of words he sat down opposite of you and reached into his jacket pocket that hung around the back of his chair and grabbed something, a small box.

He passed it to you, a black box wrapped in a fine white silk ribbon. It was small, fit perfectly in the palm of your hand as you picked it up. “What’s this, Kylo? I’m sure I’ve told you time and time again not to get me gifts,” you laughed.

He looked away, resting back in his seat. “Just open the damned box already, brat.” You laughed again, knowing his little tantrum was a jest. Something you’ve grown to love about him.

The ribbon fell away easily, as if wanting nothing more than you to hurry and open the box too, you took a moment and glanced back to Kylo. His eyes grew dark as he covered his mouth with one of his hands, his eyebrows just as furrowed in hesitation. You could tell he was a bit anxious.

With a click, the little black box was open. Inside was a silver cuff bracelet. Simple, modest, and everything you could ever admire in a jewelry piece. “Oh, Kylo, I love it!”

“Keep looking at it,” his voice low.

A quick glance back down to your hands as you turned the cuff over and there it was, an inner engraving with a simple, “Just because I love you”. A phrase that instantly triggered tears of happiness well in your eyes.

“You love me?”

He looked at you, astonished you could say such a thing and leaned forward, “Of course, why wouldn’t I? You’re incredible in a room, you command attention, your very essence demands respect.”

You looked back down at the cuff, admiring the words shine in the sunlight, “You sure know how to charm a lady,” you teased in a deadpan voice.

Kylo leaned back in his seat, noting the hints of playful sarcasm you emanated and let out a scoff, “You’re ruthless, little one. I just told you that I love you and your first instinct is to bust my balls.” You chuckled but continued to admire your gift. He whispered your name, calling you to look in his eyes.

“You owe me nothing, and yet here we are. You waltzed into my life and after knowing the mess I’m in with Baz you stayed in my life, she’ll never forgive either of us for as long as she lives. Not to mention my own mother. You are a strong woman and you’ve seen the absolute terror I can be and yet here you are,” he paused, running his fingers through his hair.

“There is not a damn thing in this world that I wouldn’t change or do any differently if that meant I wouldn’t have met you in that restaurant. Fuck, go on a vacation, a long one, after I sign divorce papers, we could buy a whole new apartment in New York, one that Bazine will never step foot in and that could, I don’t fucking know, be an actual home for you and I. You’ve not a single clue just how much life and love you bring with you, and just how being around you makes me feel, I just-,” he pauses again, realizing he’s ranting, “I didn’t mean to go off on some big speech but what I wanted to say was that I love you, if you’d be willing to be in this fucked up version of a relationship with me for the foreseeable future and hopefully thereafter too, then maybe we can do that whole ‘let’s spend the rest of our lives together’ bullshit I’m always hearing about.”

This was the first time you’d ever heard Kylo Ren lay bare more than he ever had, admitting his own brash reactions, a mild hint at his own insecurities, and for the briefest of moments you were breathless.

Instead of choosing words, you hastily put the cuff on and stood from your chair taking two small steps to reach his noting how anxious he looked between your eyes and the newest addition to your jewelry set. You sat on his lap, taking a moment to caress his sharp jawline, “That was a lot of words to say I love you and you want to call me your girlfriend.”

He closed his eyes and threw his head back groaning, “Why are you like this!”

You gave him a flourish of kisses all over his face, finally letting those tears from earlier fall, “Just because I love you too.”

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maybe-your-left · 4 years ago

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A Case In Need

Tall, Dark and Dangerous

It’s Already Complicated

A Night In

You’re Here

Trash and Treasure

Control Freak

Am I Understood?

I Have to Mark You

Dark Side

Product of Our Own Sin

You’ve Ruined It

Flash Bang

Black Seas

Doesn’t Mean I’m Lost

Vindicta

In the End

#adam driver #modern kylo ren #modern au #lawyer AU #reader insert #kylo x reader #a case in need #my writing #maybe your left

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themangoyogurt · 4 years ago

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Between 29th and Astoria: The Appetizer

Chapter 5

It was always the same story after a night of hard drinking - waking up with regret, plotting your own death, and revisiting misdemeanors committed under the influence of alcohol. To make matters worse, you had fallen asleep on the commute resulting in missing your stop. By the time you went above ground, back down on the other side, and hopped on the right train - you were hopelessly late.

Not only that, but you had been drunk enough to make stupid life decisions such as feel up your freaking boss, but not blitzed enough to have forgotten what had happened. You stepped off the executive elevator and onto the forty-fifth floor completely ready to die of embarrassment.

Only, you didn’t.

Ren’s door was closed, but you heard gentle murmuring behind the glass. His morning conference call must have begun earlier than scheduled. At least that took care of any awkward A.M. confrontations. If you had any doubts that your job was on the line though, they were immediately cleared as you stepped up to your little glass fortress.

Sitting neatly in the center right between your monitor and keyboard was a cup of coffee. A sticky note was stuck to the sleeve with two sentences scrawled in surprisingly beautiful penmanship.

“May I suggest a different addictive substance? Perhaps one that won’t kill you?”

The smell of hazelnut and spice wafted up from the lid, enveloping the area with a warm scent. The caramel liquid inside was still hot, and burned deliciously as it was consumed. Seeing that he bought you coffee, perhaps Kylo’s hypocrisy regarding smoking could be ignored. For now at least. You reclined into the leather seat underneath and began your typical morning rituals.

The computer fired on with a half-hearted beep. Next, physical memos were sorted as the screen slowly loaded. Some papers were shuffled into the trash. Others were filed away for later use, and a select few were organized into a folder to hand off to Mr. Ren. As soon as the monitor pinged to life, e-mails were next on the list. Similar to the memos, you organized and sorted the digital mail. Once in a while, you’d be interrupted by a phone call.

Most of the time it was a frantic Mitaka in search of one thing or another for Hux. The poor man was clearly stretched far too thin, and you always spent the latter half of your conversations giving the assistant a pep talk. By the time everything was catalogued and dealt with, it was usually lunch. That was almost always taken alone at your desk. First Order certainly didn’t encourage friendships, that much was for sure. If you were lucky and Mr. Ren had an outside appointment during the hour, you were able to eat elsewhere. Even then it wasn’t very exciting. You’d usually just grab a sorry excuse for a salad from Hale & Hearty, and eat it in the break room.

Today was different though. Twelve o’ clock struck, and Mr. Ren emerged from his office. Dark hair coiffed backwards, he slowly ambled towards your desk. Your name slid from his lips like oil and you looked up in surprise.

“Mr. Ren! I thought you had a lunch appointment today.”

He tapped his fingers along the smooth surface of your desk and nodded. Reaching over, he plucked your purse hanging from the back of the chair. Smiling, the man responded, “Yes, I do. You’re my appointment.”

You mouth slackened in surprise, and Kylo smirked at your reaction, filing away the image along with others he had collected over time. Twirling the leather strap of your bag in one hand, he turned on his heel and marched over to the elevator. You immediately jumped up from your chair and hurried a step behind the man.

He brought you to a swanky restaurant somewhere uptown. Just like at the club last night, you felt incredibly out of place. It was the type of establishment you’d only read about in magazines alongside the words “so-and-so celebrity spotted at”. It certainly wasn’t the kind of venue a failed photographer turned personal assistant ate at. And it definitely wasn’t the kind of place a boss should be taking his assistant just for kicks.

Regardless, Kylo still placed a warm palm on your lower back and ushered you through the large doors and into a marble waiting area. The hostess immediately recognized the raven-haired CEO and lead the way to a private dining area secluded in the back.

The lithe blonde’s eyes darted between the two of you and then to Kylo’s hands before asking, “Mr. Ren, would you like me to check your - uh - friend’s bag?”

Oh my God. Kylo Ren was still holding your purse.

Your face colored in embarrassment as you thought about how this woman probably checked Birkins worth six figures. Your little flea market find of cracked leather definitely had no business being checked anywhere. Panicking, you snatched the purse away from your boss and awkwardly tittered that you’d be fine holding onto the handbag.

Did the woman just give you a look of sympathy?

If she kept up that attitude, you’d give her something to be sympathetic about. Your eyes squinted ever so slightly, and Ren let out a snort. He waved the hostess away and pulled out your chair before settling in across the table.

“If you’re ashamed of your purse, you could always buy a new one.”

“Excuse me?! Just because I don’t enjoy being judged, doesn’t mean I’m ashamed of my purse! And what do you expect me to do? Go out and buy a Chanel with the zero dollars in my savings account?”

Kylo’s head tilted backwards as he chuckled, “You looked ready to choke the hostess with your mind.”

“My purse has character. Something she wouldn’t understand,” you pouted.

“Yes. I’m just finding out about how much character you possess.”

Heat spread across your cheeks and your face bloomed pink at your boss’s teasing. Fiddling with the hem of the tablecloth you whispered, “I’m so sorry about last night, Mr. Ren.” He dismissed your apology with a wave of his hand and chortled, “I’ve seen Phasma do worse on a better night. Don’t worry about it.” He slowly drank in the sight of your flushed skin and the way your lashes shyly fluttered at his words. Yes, he could definitely get used to this.

Thankfully the waiter arrived, and provided some relief as he went over the tasting menu. Who on earth ate five courses at twelve thirty in the afternoon?

Apparently, Kylo Ren did. The man didn’t even flinch as the waiter rattled off various dishes and accompaniments. You blushed again as Mr. Ren ordered a whiskey neat for himself and a gin and tonic for yourself. He ignored your protests that it was too early to drink, and opted to lean back and watch your fruitless objections with mirth.

“Are you done?”

Your ears turned red, and Kylo grinned with his full set of teeth. He was beginning to discover a new hobby - making his assistant blush. Once again, the waiter came to the rescue as he set down a white oval porcelain dish with two oysters perched atop a hill of ice with caviar scattered about. Ren expertly fed himself the appetizer and watched you struggle in amusement. Compared to Ren’s effortless elegance, you looked like a pelican choking down sardines.

He quietly placed a palm on the table and asked, “So, tell me about yourself. What do you do after work?”

An eyebrow raised on its own as you studied Mr. Ren with some suspicion. Just a few days ago, this man was one missed memo away from flipping over your desk and booting you out the door. Now he wanted to know what you did for fun? As if sensing your apprehension, Kylo teased, “Isn’t this what friends do? Get to know each other?”

The memory of Kylo’s massive hands gripping your slight wrists was enough to make you gag on your drink. Were gin and tonics always this difficult to stomach?

Clearing your throat and wiping the edges of your lips, you replied, “Well. Honestly, I go to work so early and stay so late...there isn’t really much time for me to do anything. My friends are pretty understanding though, so we spend most of our time at my apartment or theirs. We - uh - you know, talk. Sometimes we play board games or just watch Netflix. We do other things together, too.”

Kylo arched a brow and joked, “You do ‘other things’ with your friends? How conveniently vague.”

Coughing again, you sputtered, “No! No. I mean, we’re all single, but we don’t - you know - do weird things. Uhm, Rose is a mechanic and she works on these crazy fancy private planes that come in and out of the city. Sometimes her clients invite her to cool things, and I’ll get to tag along. Poe has a really sweet job, and he’ll hook us up with tickets to events, too. And, uhm, Finn also works at Poe’s company, but only part time. But he’s trying really hard to be an actor and he just wrapped up a really great show. We’ll go see him in different performances, and it’s really fun!”

Kylo ran his bottom lip along the edge of his glass as he took in your response. The name “Poe” sounded oddly familiar to him. It was a rather archaic sounding name that not many in your age group had. He’d have to look into that later, rather preferring to settle on one key fact he was surprisingly happy to learn - you were single.

“What about you, Mr. Ren? Do you have any hobbies? Or - uhm - date?”

You were going to be the death of him. If he could die via cuteness, he would choose you every time. He watched your throat bob as you swallowed, almost as if you wished you could push the words back down. He thought for a moment: no, what he did with the fairer sex certainly wouldn’t be considered dating. As for hobbies?

“Sure. I enjoy calligraphy. It’s a nice marriage of art and the written form. I also like taking my cars out to the speedway from time-to-time. As for dating? No. I wouldn’t say I have the time to date...per se.”

You nodded along, thinking the entire time that Mr. Ren sounded lightyears above you. Of course someone like him wouldn’t play fucking Cranium in his free time. You continued to eat and chat until the meal wrapped up. Kylo was even suave enough to take care of the check while he got up to use the restroom, saving you the embarrassment of having to act like you could even afford to split the $700 bill.

Walking out the door, you stopped to turn to the man. Rocking a bit on your heels, you meekly murmured, “Thank you, Mr. Ren...”

“What was that, little mouse? I didn’t quite catch that.” A quirk of his lip indicated that he was teasing you again.

Clearing your throat, you spoke up, “Thank you, Mr. Ren. For the meal. And the conversation. I - uh - quite enjoyed spending time with you.”

He gave you a warm smile. The most genuine one you have yet to witness. He carefully patted your back - high enough to be professional, but low enough to leave you confused.

Looking up into the sky, he replied, “I’m glad. Perhaps we could making spending time together a habit.”

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren x you #kylo ren #reader insert #modern au #B29&A

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