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Supreme Leader Ren is so stressed thankfully he has his knights to help him out!

A little late Happy Revenge of the 5th!

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Last Line Challenge

Thanks for the tag @scriberated !

Rules: In a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like)

Last line I wrote was for Touch & Taste, a short smutty reverse harem spin off from my Reylo Mafia AU The Thunderbolt. My last line is:

Kira’s gaze sharpened at his refusal, but it was lust rather than anger that served as the whetstone.

No pressure tags (I'm a couple short, and I'm sure most of you have been tagged already):

@klynnvakarian @myfavouritelunatic @myrsinemezzo @pursuitseternal @helenvader

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RenBen and Knight of Ren as jelly cats i’ve assigned them! under cut bc it’s gonna be pretty long

Ren

Knox Bear

Ren was not about the jellycat life but someone got him knox and left it in his room. He refused to give it back and sleeps with it every night but still denies liking knox.

Ben/Kylo

Bodacious Beak Toucan

massive honkers A sweet little fellow with a large beak. This guy is silly and Kylo cried when he first saw him

Ap’lek

Nessie Nessa

Ap’lek thinks stuffed animals are childish and prefers dolls but sees the appeal. He loves nessie and her distinguished esoteric nature so she made a home on his bedside table. (AN: I imagine Ap’lek is one of those crazy collectors with a few hundred thousand in different vintage porcelain dolls and ooak bjds. I was a doll customizer for a while and doll people are insane (affectionate))

Cardo

Francisco Frog

Cardo thought he was swaggin in his little sweater.

Kuruk

Barnabus Pig

Kuruk is a very reserved person who probably lives in a painfully minimalist, dentist office core home. Barbie, the pig, is the only color in his life and therefore his most prized possession.

Trudgen

Nauticool Roly Poly Seal

The whimsy and joyous vibes of nauticool complement Trudgen’s whimsical and joyous vibes. they are friends :)

Ushar

Sensational Seafood Crab

This is a sadistic, apathetic misanthrope with the face of a killer who has no mercy. He likes to sit on Ushar's shoulder when he's torturing people.

Vicrul

Spooky Greta Gremlin

Her esoteric, divine dark feminine, lobotomy chic, femcel vibes complement his sad, pathetic, wet dog in a cardboard box energy wonderfully

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Lesson in Silence (Kylo Ren X Reader X Knights)

Lesson 4

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Just reader having a semi-panic attack and all that would entail. Nothing really graphic.

Author note: I bet you'd thought you'd seen the last of star wars. Surprise.

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AO3 Link: Lesson 4

Prev Ch: Lesson 3

Recap: He pulled his hand away and pried your grip off him before pushing away, "It's a threat." Your back was still glued to the wall as he slowly backed away. You couldn't move as you watched his form head to the same door his comrades had left. He stopped short of the door and spoke, "We'll see who you are," he hit the button to open the panel, "Arms technician."

Your head rocked back to rest against the wall as the door slid shut. 

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Your eyes were locked to the spot Vicrul had briefly stopped before the durasteel concealed him. Breath sticking in your throat as sweat trickles down your back all the while anticipation making a home on your insides. An altogether unpleasant sensation that had your stomach clenched tight waiting for something– anything, to happen. Your heart pitter-pattering out of control with the mix of apprehension and the heat Vicrul left burning beneath it all.

After a time of standing there, back glued to the wall with bated breath sure that there was something else to come, nothing came. You didn't want to trust it. Today was the worst day you'd had in a long while, so why wouldn't the force turn from bad to worse. But nothing happened…at least not yet.

You were more than half expecting that all three of the knights were about to walk back in any second. They'd reveal this was some sort of elaborate ploy for their amusement and that they'd known what you were the moment you'd walked into the gym. 

Better yet, maybe it was taking so long because they'd left only to gather with their entire ensemble, Commander Ren included, before they stormed back into the gym to split you open. Both figuratively and literally. Dissecting any and all information the commander deemed of interest. 

The thoughts floated through your scattered brain, kicking your slowly calming panic back to life. There wasn't a shadow of a doubt that the master of the knights of Ren would find the things inside your head very interesting. 

You couldn't help but imagine his wrath. Breath hitching and eyes widened as your mind warred with itself. If you stayed glued to this wall and they came back, there wouldn't be anything pleasant about that interaction. Trying to convince your muscles they weren't made of stone wasn't working. Likely a form of shock mixed with the still present fear and anxiety. Mind split between rational thinking and the conjured scenario of being cornered again.

Commander Ren would probably look at you with a little less hatred than an actual Jedi– or worse, a resistance member. But being Jedi adjacent, no matter that the association was outside of your control, he'd surely still consider that an offense punishable by death.

A shiver ran down your spine, dampening some of the residual heat Vicrul had left coursing through your blood. Your eyes fluttered closed thinking of the said knight.

You'd misjudged him– Grossly misjudged him. It made your skin crawl to think that you'd essentially walked straight into the proverbial krayt dragon's mouth on a silver platter. You could be stupid, like anyone else, but this was by far the most careless you'd been in years.

It didn't matter that the threat of the Commander clouded your judgment. At least, it shouldn't have. Your master's voice hissed in the back of your mind of how weak you were. Clenching a fist had her voice die, but she was right. Misdirection was your greatest asset, a cloak you wore daily. You should have recognized the way the force dripped off of him. Force influencing your feelings should have been another red flag of the danger he posed. 

Jaw clenching as a taunting imitation of your master's cruel laughter rang in the back of your consciousness. You hadn't realized he was a walking death sentence and instead, you'd fawned over him like a schoolgirl. If you could be that inaccurate with an apprentice…had you also misjudged their master? 

Throttling your force presence made everything feel muted…like you were moving through the world with a blanket of fog obscuring things that used to be sharp-edged. Could your senses have dulled more than you'd realized? Teeth grinding as you questioned everything. Was your assessment of the Commander even close?

If he was a master of the art, he could have slipped in unnoticed or disguised his true intentions with a lazy mental touch. Your chest tightened and blood chilled– he was the master of the Knights of Ren, a Sith. He was lethal, deadly, manipulative..it was more than plausible…but your gut instinct, the force within you, didn't sit right.

There was only ever one person that had slipped into your mind so masterfully. You'd never felt his breach, any caress, or pushing against your mental shields. You'd only heard the sound of his voice and felt the way his presence spread like poison. Clenching your eyes hard in an attempt to stifle that train of thought. You didn't need to rouse his attention and you'd had enough for today. 

No, you were sure the Commander hadn't felt sinister when he'd brushed against you. The way he'd caressed your mental boundaries wasn't unpleasant either. There was a grace in the way it washed over you even. He'd distinctly felt like a lothcat at one point, but a nexu was probably a better description. Grace, dexterity, power. That fits the Commander, he even had a nexu's temper. 

The way he'd pressed against you hadn't even felt suspicious or invasive. He was amused more than anything else, especially with what you'd thought about Vicrul. There wasn't anything to indicate that he suspected you of anything beyond being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Besides, if the others also suspected you then why leave you alone? Majority rule and all that. They risked the chance of letting you slip away.… Unless they wanted to see what you'd do? Where you'd go or who you'd contact…

If you were in their place it'd be a good tactic if you were suspected to be a member of a larger group, like the rebels. It hadn't felt like they were suspicious of you for that particular crime. But the Commander had made Vicrul test you for something…

Forehead wrinkled in thought, he'd certainly asked his apprentice to push you…but from the crackling delight, you'd felt it came off more of a jab for amusement than to actually assess you for allegiance. Maybe that was more of a test for Vicrul than you. He hadn't realized what the swirling of the force around you meant…and Cardo had said the Commander taught him to influence other's emotions. Maybe that was more recent than you realized.

Your muscles were slowly starting to relax from their rigidness. Either way, whatever the commander's reasons for testing you, his temper hadn't flared. Of that you were certain. Even muted, you'd been drowned in his waves of rage before. Your master had constantly condemned you for how emotional you were, but she would have deemed the Commander a lost cause. He never held back or masked his anger– but then why would he, being Sith? It was power after all.

Your mind began to settle. You could trust his rage. If he'd broached the inner workings of your mind, he wouldn't have been able to conceal the spike of rage that would have rolled off him. Which meant those nerve-tingling caresses were as deep as he'd dug. Vicrul was the special case with his damned sensitivity. Either of you would make a good example of how the force was nuanced– spawning different affinities for interaction and interpretation.

Although, his parting threat more than ensured he'd reveal his suspicion at some point– whatever those suspicions were. So if he hadn't snitched yet, there was only a finite amount of time before the Commander heard something about you. 

It'd be beyond foolish to think he'd keep something like that from his master for long. Even if by some stroke of luck he held back, master's had a way of pulling things from their apprentices. You'd know. 

Once it came to light, you wouldn't have to question if the Commander had peeked into your mind, he'd slice it open. You could see it now– being dragged into some nondescript interrogation room, Commander Ren prying into you in every way possible until you were no more than a broken thing at his feet. 

He'd reel all the information you'd buried into the depths of your mind back to the surface. Picking you apart until he found exactly what made you tick. 

Once the Commander saw what you'd hidden away, you couldn't imagine him leaving you alive. Too much of a threat for that.

Your overactive mind, or the force, provided a vivid image of the scene. The Commander would be towering and massive, flanked by Vicrul. Your thighs clenched, somehow Vicrul looked even more delicious standing next to his master. 

There was a cocktail of anticipation and thrill that swirled in your gut. An exasperated sigh left your parted lips. The shock and fear were finally subsiding, but something far worse and more moronic was taking its place- lust. 

The idea of dark leathers wrapped around an even darker presence had heat slithering back into your lower stomach. The image of master and apprentice sparked goosebumps along your arms and it wasn't from fear. The knight really must have knocked something loose in your brain or you really needed to get laid.

Damn, Vicrul. The thought didn't hold any real conviction, just a resignation that served to pull you away from the panic-driven scenarios and back into reality. At least there was no one storming in. You still had your freedom– for now.

The adrenaline had finally puttered out, muscles no longer locked up. Letting yourself fully sag back against the wall until you slid down into a heap on the floor. The hum of silence was your only companion as you tried to decide your next move.  

There were going to be more moments like this. Even if Vicrul hadn't been here today, Cardo would have picked up the slack to make your life hell. Now that he knew who you were, he would have come knocking on the armory door at some point. At least you wouldn't have had this lust-addled brain.

Tilting your head back to rest against the wall as your gaze lifted to the barren durasteel ceiling. A sense of unease settled through you at the empty chill of the room and your thoughts.

Being in the First Order had always been risky. You knew that. It'd been something you'd considered and still made the decision that it was the best option. 

Master's first lesson reared its head– safety was a lie. For as much disdain you held for her, the lessons she imparted were begrudgingly relevant. 

Vicrul had only reminded you of that fact. He'd noticed you in a way no one else would have. As muted as you were, he'd still felt the subtle pull you gave off. The slightest current shift within a moving stream. Your jaw clenched as frustration spiked, fuck him.

Poor choice of words on your part because your thighs clenched tight. You really would have fucked him if that's where it went after Cardo and Trudgen left. Even knowing he wouldn't drop this, not with the need for answers you sparked. You would have let him bend you whichever way he liked. Still would.

If he made good on his promise– threat– you'd ask for more. A nagging feeling told you he'd be able to satisfy you. An itch you weren't aware needed scratching until he was directing you to it. 

Knocking your head softly against the wall at the sentiment. As true as it may be, you didn't need to focus on that. Master would have struck you down herself had she been here. Especially if she knew how eagerly you'd spread your legs for someone like him.

The thought had a sense of acceptance slowly unfurled in your chest. You were always her greatest failure, at least you were still consistent in that. Fist clenching as you really tried to feel bad about how many lines you'd crossed, lessons ignored, and discipline abandoned in your dance with the three knights. 

There wasn't anything you could change about what you'd done. Shouldn't be sitting here focusing on it so much. All you could do was figure out where to go. With the burning between your thighs and clenched thighs, it'd probably be in your best interest to get laid as soon as possible. You'd still fuck Vicrul if he offered, but at least you'd have a clearer head.

There were a few different partners you had on the station. Nothing serious or particularly satisfying, but it'd take the edge off. You'd need to be as alert as you could for whenever your next run-in might be. Leaving base wasn't an option at this point. At least not something as drastic as stealing a ship and skipping to the next system.

No, your loud mouth stole that option. It'd be too odd if you were suddenly gone. Even if it was just Cardo seeking you out for a new mod, you couldn't just be gone. They'd know something was off. Especially if Albrekh couldn't reach you. That'd be the equivalent of you admitting something was worth hiding. They'd hunt you just for running.

You could request a transfer off base. Make up something about work relationships breaking down. Possible bad break up causing you to be inefficient or in a hostile environment….That route would take time though. Something you might not have, but you'd have to risk it if you'd wanted it believable. 

There was no way Hux would approve your transfer as your work stood now. Gu'il wouldn't either. You'd need months to let your production suffer and appear disorganized. Small mistakes here and there causing your work quality to slip. Signs that you were under some kind of stress without causing too many red flags. 

It could work if you played it right. It all hinged on being able to survive whatever came next with the knights. 

The click of a fan humming to life cut through the buzzing silence as your mind settled on the plan. If you wanted a fighting chance, getting laid was your first course of action. 

Who to pick though? You shuffled through your options mentally, pursing your lips. Fero was probably the best option. He was another arms technician, but typically worked the mid-shift. 

You hadn't noticed him getting cozy with anyone recently, so he'd probably be open to a hook-up. The two of you were friendly and you'd made it clear it was just stress relief and he'd been fine with keeping it that way.

He'd probably still have a few more hours before shift end, but if you headed back to the shop you could work on the sniper like you'd wanted and then have a quickie if he was game for it. 

Mind settled and emotions back in place, you pushed yourself up off the ground. You'd make a pit stop by the mess hall and grab something quick. You'd shoot Fero a message asking if he was at the shop or out on the station somewhere and go from there. 

[comicwaren]

From Star Wars: Hidden Empire #005, “Amaxine”

Art by Steven Cummings, Victor Olazaba, Wayne Faucher & GURU-eFX

Written by Charles Soule

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[kylosbreedingkink]

Vicrul and Cardo have been through it all. They’ve been members since the Original Trilogy, lived through the New Republic and outlasted the previous members of their group. They were there until Exegol, they fought Vader, saved Vader, and so forth. There’s just so much history that only they can relate to with each other, Kylo? Ap’lek, Kuruk, and the others? They’re new guys. And Ren’s death marked the end of the OT roster. Despite everything, these two have made it until the bitter end.

What I’m saying is, Vicrul and Cardo should bang. Get romantic even. Vicardo, how about that?

Hello KoR anon. You're exactly right.

Maybe these two actually had an icy start with one another, preferring to keep to themselves, never even interacting much during the mandatory KoR orgies, or bonding exercises as Ren used to call them. Over time though, as the others have died, they became closer. Much closer. Particularly so when the new kid killed Ren. Ren, who had been there with them through it all, and now all they had was each other, following some socially inept lunatic grandson of Vaders. Vicardo, to the bitter end.

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Digital Sketchbook - Vicrul's Helmet (The Knights of Ren)

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[sils-reading-list]

Still one of my favorite series to read when im in need of some comfort, even if it is kinda sad its not going to continue.

Joint Custody Ch 5

Knights of Ren ABO Poly Fic

Knights of Ren X Omega Reader

Minors Do Not Read!!! 18+ Only

Okay it has low key been forever, but here ya go, chapter five! Just want to give a friendly reminder, this story and my blog are 18 and up only! Anyone wanting to be on the taglist must have their age in their bio. Nothing personal, but if you’re a minor this is not for you.

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shitty knights of ren mood board 👍

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Lesson in Silence (Vicrul X Reader)

Lesson 6

Word Count: 6.9k

Warnings: Dirty talk. lots and lots of dirty talk. Spanking. Pain play. Very slight edging. Praise kink. suggestive language and themes, humiliation, degradation, creampie, cum play. Probably something that I missed.

Author note: SMUT IS FINALLY HERE. Minors do not interact, this isn't for you. Thx.

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AO3 Link: Lesson 6

Prev Ch: Lesson 5

Recap: There was no telling how long you would have stayed in that trance-like state if it wasn't for the solid weight against your shoulder and the sound of your name ripping you back into reality. A yelp left you as you dropped your tools and spun on the intruder with a high-pitched, "Holy fucking stars!"

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Fero took a step back with raised hands, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! It's just me." Raising a hand against your chest he continued apologetically, "Didn't mean to startle you." He raised a hand to the back of his head, "I knocked and called your name a few times." Heart racing in your chest, but less from anything Fero did and just everything…especially…the image of Vicrul's face floated into your mind's eye.

Nothing made sense. None of it. Vicrul had said…you must have misunderstood...You couldn't have a bond with him…could you? That was…was that even a thing? The force connecting people? Beyond the normal conscious effort to read someone anyways. He definitely wasn't talking about a marriage bond– that concept was even more laughable and hadn't been what your gut said he meant. 

A force connection…you'd never considered it a possibility. If it wasn't pertinent, your master would have likely deemed it not worthy to share. You hadn't had a bond with her, at least any that you'd felt, and she was the only other living force user you'd spent any significant time around. The phantom masters you saw would answer your questions if asked. How would you ask about something you didn't know existed? 

It seemed an odd concept, but then again if you could connect to the force, he could connect, both could sense things in that aural lexicon…it didn't seem such a stretch. But you and Vicrul? The thought made you light-headed. 

He definitely had a magnetic pull in your mind. The moment you heard his voice, it prickled your brain in all the right ways. Had it already started? Was this the inklings of a bond? Did it come all at once or gradually? Was that why? Why you ignored every fucking instinct you had just to push back at him?

Fero waved a hand in front of your face. Blinking rapidly you gave him a placating smile, "Sorry, I was…zoned out." Flicking your gaze up to meet his with a small laugh, "Still am." Fero chuckled and shook his head, "All good. We all know how you get when modding things." It wasn't a good habit– being your stress relief, modding had a way of making you zone out. At least in this case that known fact provided a good excuse as to why you were so out of it. 

Looking back at the sniper that might as well have been the equivalent of a force bomb as far as you were concerned. It was changed, didn't look like it had a moment ago. 

Well, if Fero was here, it was more likely a few hours ago.

Parts strewn about the table– tools, wiring, screws– revealed an attachment added that hadn't been there before. It wouldn't be the first time you'd been sucked into a vision but kept working. It was odd, disorienting more than anything else, but not anything that hadn't happened before. 

Fero followed your gaze and whistled as he checked the gun over himself, "Damn. Whoever owns this has to be a real badass." He turned back to you, "Any idea who?" Shaking your head in the negative, no need to share the information you knew, "Not a clue." He shrugged, dropping the question, smart choice. The less he knew about the customers of your unofficial mod operation, the better for everyone.

"What'd you do?" You hesitated, what had you done? Looking at it didn't reveal much, the new attachment located near the trigger, a small addition to the casing that in the center had a nondescript button. The shooter could lift their trigger finger to press it before a shot…but what did it do? 

The force took pity on you because your mind arrived at the answer like you'd been an active participant in its creation. It was an easy thing to drown in the force, after all, you'd just been crushed beneath its waves, but at least it'd given you this small lifeline. "Disabling shot. Should work similar to an EMP." 

You started to clean up a few of the cord stripping laying on the bench as you rattled off, "The shot doesn't have to connect either. Any unshielded electronics in a small radius will be scrambled for a while. Won't short out completely though– just make it faulty." You pulled an unsure face, "Probably." 

Fero gave you a questioning look, "Probably?" You shrugged, "I'm not testing this one, can't say for sure how strong it is." He looked surprised before it twisted, "Wait, if it was shot in the ship, would it take out shields or power?" You purse your lips, "All I'll say is I wouldn't want to be around if it was." He shook his head, "You know, it's kind of scary what you come up with." You snorted in response, "Let me put everything away and we can get out of here." 

He gave you a beaming smile and a thumbs-up before plopping down into one of the adjacent workbench chairs. The exchanged words helped settle your mind. The way you'd moaned Vicrul's name was still rolling around like a soundtrack on repeat, but you weren't stuck in a standstill trance. Still, tingles danced along your skin recalling the phantom moan and the words he'd spoken.

Sucking in a breath and shaking your head to stop the thoughts trying to wheedle their way to overtake your mind again– you'd have to be quick here. Not only because you needed the distraction Fero could provide, but if anyone had been near? Well, it'd be safest to get as far away as possible. 

If a force user had been paying attention– a knight, the Commander, or worse his master, you shuddered. There was a very small possibility they could have felt you and if they came looking? You needed to be gone. 

Although Fero had agreed, a place had yet to be decided on. That needed to be figured out quickly and gave you something to focus on in the meantime. Forehead wrinkled in thought as you swept things into drawers and locked away the weapon, where was the best place that was farthest from the armory as possible? 

There were a few places that were typical hookup spots. All of them were unofficial and only shared through gossip and rumor, but the south showers were popular. There was also the lower deck cargo bay holding rooms. Those could work…but neither felt right. You didn't feel like having an audience in the shared officer quarters either. So where…The ambassador wing. 

You weren't sure what made you think of it, but it was definitely the best choice. It was on the other side of the ship and typically had more empty rooms than guests at any given time. Plus each room had a private bathroom attached. It'd be perfect.

It wasn't common as far as you knew, but it afforded the degree of privacy you wanted right now. It was just a matter of slicing into the door panel since you obviously didn't have access– with your skillset it'd be quick work. 

Standing from the chair with a stretch you caught Fero's attention. He wasn't bad looking, medium build, regulation cut on his sandy blonde hair, with a lopsided grin, and an easygoing attitude. 

You gave him a look aimed at being mischievous, "Wanna sneak into the ambassador wing and use a room there?" He blinked in surprise and then in an impressed tone, "You can get us in there?" A smirk and wink were your only response. 

People thinned out the closer you got to your destination. Slightly out of the ordinary, this wing was usually busy since it was so close to the control deck. The conversation had lulled when you left the armory and in that lul the images you'd seen slithered back into the forefront of your mind. Attention a scattered mess too jumbled by feelings and thoughts to notice the difference. Fero wasn't as preoccupied though, "Hey, you sure this is a good idea?" 

You made a noncommittal hmm, "Yeah, of course." Had you bothered to look at him, you'd notice his mounting anxiety, nervous tick of his jaw, sweat trickling down his temple. 

But you hadn't given him pause. Too preoccupied with your own thoughts– how familiar you were with the Commander and Vicrul in all the visions, how you felt, how Vicrul had spoken to you, or how easily he'd made you moan. 

Even if you couldn't comprehend how that was a possible future, the scenario kept playing on repeat in your mind. 

Lust was a fog clouding your senses to the mounting anxiety and dread pouring from your companion. Fero's hand abruptly grabbed your shoulder, "Something doesn't feel right." You blinked up at him in confusion, everything felt fine. His jaw ticked as his eyes darted around, "I-I think…I..This isn't on you…We-we c-could…" stuttering his words, unable to get out whatever he wanted to share.

Your brows pinched, everything felt fine to you even as you looked around. Nothing pressing on your senses, no unease in your stomach, no tingles of panic that danger was near. But even so, something was certainly wrong with him, "Fero?" Your voice soft to pull his attention back to you. Testing the waters mentally had anxiety fill you. He was full of panic, but you'd have to dive deeper to gauge why.

His grip tightened as he swallowed thickly, "I'm out. I'll see yo-" his eyes darted to something behind you, widened, and he didn't even bother to finish his sentence before turning and tripping over himself back the way you'd come. He couldn't get away fast enough and you were left stunned.

Your brow raised in confused irritation, "What the actual-" the door you hadn't realized you were next to hissed open before a gloved hand reached out and yanked you into the dark room. 

Your vision dotted from the quick light shift before adjusting to the dim red blanketing the space. As your eyes were adjusting you could feel yourself being pushed before your back pressed against the wall next to the now sealed door. Whoever this would-be assailant had pulled the wrong girl into their room. Preparing to tear them to shreds, you looked up with a scowl, but it dropped instantly. Overtaken by shock when you faced down his mask.

"You're such a fucking liar." Vicrul's modulated voice cut through your mind like an alarm. Frustration poured from him and you didn't need the force to pick up on it, his tone enough. Everything settled– the brain fog, jumbled thoughts, confusion on what happened with Fero. All subsided for the very real man in front of you. He wasn't happy.

The outer coat he'd donned in the gym was missing. Instead, in its place was a dark long-sleeved shirt stretched tight against his chest. Black trousers and boots still the same as earlier. He lacked any visible weapons that you could see. If a fight was about to happen at least it'd be fair.

He continued to push in taking as much space as possible, boxing you into the wall, one hand resting near your shoulder with the other above your head. Like he was visibly trying to say there was no escaping him this time, "Fight?" An irritated static-filled breath made it through the modulation.

Narrowing your eyes up at his impassive mask. He was reading you without you feeling him. Jaw clenching as you glared at the face behind the mask, "What the hell–" he cut you off with his firm presence pressed against your mind and growled, "Don't fucking lie to me again." His fist slammed into the wall next to your shoulder, "None of that, you don't know what I'm talking about, bullshit." His voice took on a mocking lit when imitating you. If that wasn't enough to betray his frustration, the prickliness of his mind certainly was. 

It bristled against you like an uncomfortable sweater. His feelings were like nettles prickling into your mind's edges. Scratching the surface and infusing his irritation, confusion, and surprising bewilderment. Your eyes widened and breathing hitched in your throat. He knew. Really knew. Figured out that you were force sensitive. Your spine straightened as his fist above your head curled. Your panic must have seeped into him because he grumbled, "That's right."

There wasn't much room between the two of you, but he pushed in closer still. Leg cutting between your thighs, mashing in, lifting your hips until you were practically riding his thigh. The tips of your boots were barely brushing the floor, but you didn't care, "I heard you." Your pulse spiked as he pressed his hips forward, hard length pressing into your stomach, "Crying out, echoing in the force." 

There was a burst from his aura that drug his bristles against you in a more pleasant sensation. A way that had heat reignite in your lower belly, "I fucking felt you." Then the space where your auras met and edges blended turned dark. Dark with desire, possessiveness, and lust– his voice low a husky whisper you couldn't feel the breath of, "Saw what it showed." 

Instant heat seared through you at his desire pouring through the connection. How he craved to make it a reality, to have you under him, to have you sing his name into soft pillows and darkened corridors. Your jaw slackened and thighs clenched around his. 

You realized fear should be there. But it wasn't. His smokey voice didn't stoke fear but something else entirely. And he knew that too, "You fucking like that? Like knowing how your vision left me?" It was too much too suddenly, you didn't trust your voice, it'd be shaky, uncertain, and too unstable. Not what you wanted him to hear.

Searching his mask had annoyance flare in your gut. It was impersonal, unexpressive, stoic– the antithesis to everything you were being forced to feel. You wanted to see the starving need bloom in his expression or how it'd coloring his keen eyes. Darken them, change the sky blue to steel, pulling a lust-driven beast to the surface. 

You were damned already– suspicion confirmed which meant he'd tell his mast– "Don't." His sharp tone interrupted your thought. Head tilting as you regarded him. Did the thought that he’d turn you in after this actually bother him? That couldn’t be it.

So instead, you questioned without words– pressing your mind back into his. Like a wave crashing into a jutting cliffside. Sudden and intense even if it was expected. You felt him freeze before sinking into the sensation. Where he was nettles, you were thorns– cutting deeper, bleeding the connection, mingling more than just the edges of your minds. Eyes fluttered at the explosive feel of him. Breath stuttering as he groaned, your voice was soft, "Fuck," Lust. Want. A burning desperate need to have him in the same way the force said you could– would, "Vicrul". All your wants were reflected in him. 

One of your thighs slipped up to his hip, tightening around his solid muscle and pulling him into you. Could feel the effect saying his name had on him both physically and mentally. His cock twitched against your stomach and the want pouring from him threatened on need, "Sounds better from your lips than an echo." 

"You looked so good under me," Your eyes fluttered as he slid against your thoughts– hot, solid, sensual– as he pressed his throbbing length into you. He plucked at your inner defenses but didn't push past, "The force is still rippling around you," his helmet tilted, "I could hear it when you were with that prick." 

His thigh lifted to grind into you, "He thought he was going to fuck you," the chuckle that left him was cold, dangerous, and had your pupils dilating in arousal. You felt the shift in his feelings, the rage, greed, jealousy, "When it's my name ringing off you." The hand next to your shoulder slid over to your neck. His leather-wrapped fingers caressed as he mimicked your voice, "Vicrul," his fingers curled as his thumb ran up your throat to your chin, "Daddy," his thumb traced your parted lips before pushing in, "Please."

Sparks lit behind your eyes and between your legs. He was right. Those had been prominent thoughts echoing in your head on the walk here. The leathery taste bloomed, earthy but not unpleasant, with a texture smoother than you'd expect as it slipped across your pallet. Pressing your tongue against his thumb and lightly sucking the glove, "Knew you felt different." He pressed his digit down on your muscle before continuing,"You're so subtle. Even now, when I’m against you, your mind’s muted." 

His thumb pulled from your lips to trace the wet leather along them. Your gaze searched his mask, sure you could feel his eyes on your lips, "But," his shoulders straightened, psyche twisting against yours, and the two of you groaned, "Its your emotions that give you away. They project so fucking loud." 

Your leg tightened on his hip again as you spoke against his thumb, "You're an exception," opening your mouth to lick along his digit had his mask hiss an airy modulation, "We're different." You could feel his curiosity. He wanted to know what you knew, or what you implied. But a bigger part wanted your mouth wrapped around something other than his fingers. 

His hand shifted and squeezed your cheeks, wet leather pressing into your skin, "We'll discuss that after." Your toes curled in your boots already knowing what he meant. After we fuck. The confirmation in his mind was all you needed for something to snap inside you.

The feral desire had been building, but it suddenly uncurled in your stomach and made you antsy. His mind felt calm in comparison to your frantic fluttering. You wish his fingers were back in your mouth or that he'd let you drop to your knees and swallow him down. Something, anything other than the teasing promise his words held. You knew he wanted you, could feel how much he did, but you wanted to see him as desperate as you felt. 

He must have picked up the thought because you could feel his mirth tangle in the arousal. His hand pressed further into your cheeks to grip your attention, "You going to behave or do I have to make good on my last threat." 

It was your turn to gurgle out a gasp. It made you cross-eyed when he talked like that, "Promise," The words a mumble against his hand, "It was a promise." His answering chuckle made your chest swell, "Force, you're trouble." 

He pulled back enough to bring both hands down around your ass, "Fucking pretty, but a brat." He lifted you effortlessly like you weighed nothing. No use of the force required, "Exactly my type." 

Your legs wrapped around his hips and arms around his neck as he pulled back from the wall. Vicrul made his way over to the couch and tapped your legs to unwrap. Only held up by his palms before he settled on the center cushion. His legs spread wide, your arms still wrapped around his neck, hips sat flush together, your legs curling around his hips– hard cock pressing up into your soaking center. 

A hand came to rest on the back of your neck, "You want it?" The words shot straight to your aching core, "Want me to spank the attitude out of you like a fucking slut?" He was sin incarnate. Husky voice, dirty mouth, the heat of his palms still resting on your ass, his cock against your pussy– all of it combined was overloading your senses. 

He woke something dark and needy in you that wanted anything he was willing to give. It made you ache and burn more than you ever had before. Swallowing hard you ground your hips down into him. Voice breathy and barely audible in the darkness of the room, "Yes, Sir." 

The hand on the back of your neck tightened in response and you knew he liked that. You could feel how it made whatever beast he kept locked inside respond. Dragged to the surface hungry growls to consume, to possess, to make you beg for it– all things you could feel through the link in your mind.

A deep, primal kind of pleasure flooded your senses in response to feeling his. His hand cupping the curve of your ass dragged you across his member, "You gonna take it like a good girl for, Daddy?" Your eyes fluttered shut at the feel, "Gonna let me bend you over my knee and turn your ass red?" Arching your back to grind harder, "I won't be gentle." 

He already had you soaking without much effort. You pulsed your feelings to him as you said, "Good. I want more than gentle," funneling feelings that said you wanted him to take, and take, and take until you broke. On his fingers, his mouth, his cock– anything. To possess you and fill you deeper than anyone before him.

Stroking against that dark space where his possessiveness, greedy, selfish monster lurked in the dark of his mind, "I want everything." 

The only warning you had was a growl before the hand on your neck was pulling you sideways and the one cupping your ass was quickly rearranging your legs over his lap. Your pants were ripped down to your thighs, seams popping with the force he'd used, "Worst fucking kind of trouble." 

The husky greediness in his voice only adds to the heat in your core. Intimate heat exposed to the chill of the room had goosebumps rising across your skin before his gloved hand rested on the curve of your ass. 

First the left cheek before dragging his hand to the right. Leather smooth against your prickled flesh, warmth radiating off of him, fighting the cold of the room biting at your skin. He gave a firm squeeze before abruptly placing a strong smack against the left cheek. The force behind the hit had you jolting forward with a gasp. The pain instant, coiling tight in your chest until it throbbed and sunk into pleasure. 

Another slap, this time to the right side, pulled a whine from your lips. Your cheeks throbbed in all the right ways, he hadn't pulled his hits, he let the full force of his hand land. And it was perfect. Another smack and you buried your face into the cushion groaning as the sharp bites of pain made your clit throb in pleasure. His satisfaction tangled with yours.

The hand on the back of your neck twisted up into your hair. Gripping a fist full to pull your face from the couch, "No muffling, I want to hear your moans. Do you understand?" You felt a flush of wetness drip from your core. Nodding your head with a hum didn't satisfy Vicrul. His grip pulled just a little harder, "Words, princess. I can hear them floating off of you. Use them." 

You arched your lower back towards his hand, "I understand," turning your face to the side, cheek resting against the soft fabric, "Understand that you want to hear me beg for it, Daddy." The hand in your hair slowly released. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his mask lift towards the ceiling and even though you couldn't see his face, you imagined his eyes closed and jaw clenching. 

If his roiling emotions were anything to go by, you'd said exactly the right thing, and you were about to pay for it in the most delicious way possible. That was all the warning you had before an even harsher hit landed evenly on both cheeks, "Fucking brat." A succession of hits landed one after another, pulling moans that turned to weak pleas before morphing to sobs for more. You hadn't been counting, but it'd been at least ten blows before his hand smoothed down your heated flesh soothing the ache. 

Your slick dripped down your thighs onto his pants and the couch beneath, "Such a messy whore." He grabbed at the globes of your ass and spread you wide. Embarrassment blooms in your chest as your holes clenched at being so exposed. Then a single hand released a check and gloved fingers slipped into the wet heat of your folds. Circling your entrance, teasing, coating the leather in your wetness, "So kriffing wet for me, princess." 

Your whole body tensed in anticipation, wanting his fingers to slip inside so badly. To feel the stretch of them, how the leather would feel sliding into you, see what rhythm he'd give you– if it'd be hard and fast. You didn't realize you'd been holding your breath until he reminded you, "Breath." You took a deep inhale but lost it just as quickly when his fingers slid down through your heat to lightly brush your clit. 

Even the slightest brush was a live wire- electricity shooting from your center to every nerve inside you drawing a broken moan at the burst of pleasure. Toes curled and hips pushed back onto his hand, chasing the pleasure. He pulled away instantly and the plea left your lips was a sob, "Please, Vicrul. Please. Even just a knuckle, please put it in." 

His fingers were sliding up your nether lips– away from your clit back towards your entrance. Finger circling, but no closer to pushing in than before, "Desperate," Another stroke, "Needy." The tip of the digit pressed against your dripping center, "If you need it so bad," Finger shallowly dipped inside before pulling out, "Beg for it while I turn this perfect ass purple." 

That was all the warning you had before his hand snapped back and the loud slap reverberated through the room louder than any before. You could feel your checks jiggle before the sting set in. Nerves too stimulated for the pain to be instant. It did nothing to curve your aching need, if anything, it only made it worse. Pleasure and pain too entwined at this point to pull apart. 

He soothed the area with a soft caress, but you could feel the twisted sadistic glee flushing through his system. The way a sob had instantly ripped from your lips made his cock jump, "Please. Please, Let me take it." Another ringing smack landed against the fat of your ass, "Give it to me any way you want– just fill me up." 

Two more quick slaps landed sharp, lower on your ass than the rest, almost on your thighs. Your sobbing groan of pleased pain was at a constant stream as tears stung your eyes, "Fuck! Please, please Daddy give it to me–" a crisp smack placed against the back of your right thigh, sting felt vividly on the untouched skin, “A-Ah! I’ll take it so good for you.” 

He soothed the fresh area, kneading the fat of your thigh before pulling back to place a twin hit on your left. The whine that left you was lewd and had you rubbing your cheek against the couch too overwhelmed by sensation, "Vicrul, please.” He chuckled and pressed into the numb area of your ass. A dull pulse of pleasure coursed through you, “F-fuck, that's so good. You’re so good. Please play with my cunt, Sir." 

He didnt say anything, or even acknowledge that he'd heard a word you'd said, but you could feel how you were affecting him. That beast inside him was at the helm and it thoroughly enjoyed all of your pleas. His hands gripped the globes of your ass before spreading you again. 

Breathlessly sobbing you could feel yourself clench as a flush of wetness left your center in response to feeling his gaze on both your holes. This time you were too forgone for embarrassment, instead it was just a depraved need of wanting to be filled. 

Being spread like this sent a thrill down your spine at what he'd do next. Wet cheek against the cushion, gasping for breath with eyes clenched waiting for his next move.

Then one hand lifted and you could feel his dark demand for you to break and knew what was about to happen. The hit landed perfectly on the center of your pussy. Hard, sharp, and nearly had you come on the spot. This is what you'd always craved and he gave it to you effortlessly. 

Another forceful spank placed lower on your pussy. Jolting your clit making your eyes clench and a half scream pull from your lips as your hole clenched and legs shook. His fingers split your puffy lips as he chuckled down at you, sliding back up, coating his glove in your slick. He gripped your ass again, jiggling it and covering it in your wet stickiness.

Shaking as you caught your breath the only thought was that you were so empty. You needed something filling you up. Anything he'd give you. Something to take the edge off and it didn't matter which hole he chose, you'd take whatever he'd give.  

Delight flushed from him at your thought. Your hips rose to better display your most intimate areas. Wordlessly asking for more, to be used, for something to fill the emptiness, to squeeze around, to come on. 

The palm of his hand rested on your ass while his thumb pressed against your puckered hole still on display. Clenching your thighs you begged for it, "Please," you tried to roll your hips back for friction but his hold prevented it, "I'm so empty–" you huffed a breath while squirming in his hold, "Vic- Daddy, please fill my hole. It needs you–" frenzied sob leaving you, "I need you to stretch me open until I forget what being empty feels like."

The leather soft against your tight ring of muscle. The tip of his digit pushing against you had your throat constrict, would he fill your ass or only tease? 

You felt his smug pleasure at your wariness before he slowly pushed the finger deeper in. The stretch of your tight hole around his thick thumb washed you in a jolt of pleasure. Sinking a knuckle deep into you, you melted as your ass clenched around him in reflex, the sensation of your ass being filled had your pussy leaking.

"Only a dirty whore would like her ass played with on the first date." His thumb fully slipped in and his fingers clenched around the meat of your ass. Whining at the euphoric feeling of having something to clench around, your answer rolled out of your mouth before you fully registered the thought, " I'll be your dirty whore. A little slut you can do whatever you want with." 

It took a moment for your mind to catch up to what you'd said. To cut through the pleasure haze to realize the truth of your words. That you meant it with more conviction than should be appropriate. You'd be whatever he wanted. Princess or whore. Virginal or filthy, filthy creature he could use and break into a million little pieces.

His answer was to hook his finger in your ass and push against the tight muscle with the base of his thumb, "You'd be my little pet?" Moan in your breath, tears slipping down your face onto the cushion, toes digging into the couch. You mewled as you pushed your ass back into his hold, "Fuck, yes."

His growl was the only warning you had before his thumb ripped from your ass. You wailed at the loss, "No, no, no please," Thighs clenching as your hips pushed into the air trying to follow after his finger, "Put it back in," shaking your hips, "Please split me open, Daddy…" 

His voice was rough, control cracked, "If you want my cock in your cunt– Stop. Fucking. Moving." You stilled instantly and felt yourself being lifted and rearranged in an instant. 

Right cheek pressing into the back of the couch, knees spread wide resting on the edge as Vicrul stood behind you. Pussy fully displaying how wet and needy he'd made you– a thick string of slick trailing from your cunt down to your thighs with how wet you were. Arching your back to push your hips up in need, trying to entice him more.

Your panting breath warm against the cloth of the cushion. Eyes shut trying to sober yourself from the half-crazed state he'd pushed you to. The sound of cloth moving and something heavy hitting the floor were the only sounds outside of your own racing heartbeat that you registered. 

Warm fingers curled around your hips, "Pretty cunt fucking soaked for me." His clear unmodulated smoky voice cut through the haze in your mind. He'd taken his gloves off and his helmet. His left hand jerked your hips back into his, "Need your hole fucked that bad?" 

His short nails dug into your skin as you looked over your shoulder. He was just as you'd seen on the force– Sexy, dark, handsome. Your core ached for him and a whimper must have escaped because the smirk he gave you could only be described as smug, "Need me to use your cunt?" 

Rocking your hips back into his hard length you sighed your answer, "Yes. Want to break around you." His smirk turned wolfish, nails dragging from your hips to your ass, "Who's are you?" 

His question was unexpected, but you didn't need to think on it, "Yours." As soon as the words left you, a thick glob of his spit landed between your cheeks and onto your puckered hole before it slid down to your pussy and mixed with the juices there. 

"That's right. This pussy is mine now and you'll get what I give you." His hand slid to the small of your back while keeping your gaze as he spoke, "And you've been such a good girl for me. Begged like a professional whore. So pretty," he looked down at your puffy slick pussy, "Asked so nice for your pussy to be stuffed." 

His words taken as praise instead of an insult made your pussy clench. "Bet you like it raw." A strangled moan was his answer, "Good. That's how you'll take it from now on." You could feel the head of his cock resting against your entrance, not pushing in where you wanted him most. 

He slid the head of his cock through your folds down to press it into your clit. whining while he teased back and forth, "What? Daddy can't enjoy his new toy?" At your mewling cry of, "Please. Need to cum." His smirk widened and his eyes burned on your pussy as he watched himself slowly push in.

He was thick, so incredibly thick that even with how wet you were there was a sting as the head pushed past your muscle, but it quickly transformed to pleasure. You let out a high-pitched whine when he pulled back out, "So fucking tight." He slipped back in, further than before with a choked groan, "Cunt so fucking greedy, squeezing so tight." 

When he was fully hilted you couldn't help the breathy gasp at how full you felt. His own moan was gruff and growled with a "Good girl." He didn't give you time to adjust or savor the feeling, instead, he pulled out and slammed back in. Curve of his cock hitting a spot that made your eyes roll.

The steady harsh slap of his hips on yours filled the room. His harsh breath turned to a dark chuckle, "Sloppy little pussy taking every inch of me." His hips pushed into yours harder in emphasis. His hand slid a hand up your back to press into your hair as he leaned over you, "Taking it so perfect. So wet and warm, tight–" you clenched around him at his words which pulled a strangled growl from him. 

You couldn't turn your head much, his hand pressing in your hair preventing much movement, but you could steal a glance in your peripheral– his head was thrown back, eyes closed, and jaw clenched. His chest rose just as rapidly as yours, "Such a fucking brat." His gaze rolled back down to lock with yours, " Better behave. I might pull out and finish on your face instead." 

The idea of him pulling out had you stiffen and a huff of laughter from him, "Want it inside, huh? Fucking nasty." He pulled your hair back, exposing your throat, "So fucking perfect." He pounded so hard that your thighs shook and his balls slapped into your clit, "Be a good girl and cream around my cock." Everything was too much and not enough. Muscles tight and the knot inside you twisting, but still you needed more. Mind solely focused on how he was making you feel, desperately you cried, "Need more." 

He slapped your sore ass lightly, pain not registering as he slid out almost to the tip before slamming back in. Groaning and arching back into him while whining, "Fuck,". His focus zeroed in on where the two of you were joined, "Touch," canting his hips to hit a place that made your vision go white, "Your" pull out and pushing back into the same spot, "Clit." His assault was paired with a coiled stroke against your mind that felt like you were short-circuiting. 

It left you too slow to react. Vicrul's hand tangled in your hair jerking your head up off the couch backward. Hissing as pain mixed with pleasure, "Be my good slut and touch your fucking clit before I finish in your cunt." 

At the thought of him finishing inside you, your muscles clenched him tighter. He released your hair to throw his head back in an unexpected moan, "Fuck! You little brat!" The sting of his hand came down on your ass in time with the slam of his hips in retaliation, but you followed the command and snaked your hand down your body. 

The slap of skin lewd and wet only cut by your whimpering sobs and his groaning praises, "Such a good girl." Another slap, "Fucking nasty perfect little hole to fuck." Everything was coiling tighter and tighter. Being used like this was making you see stars and you were right on the edge, "Good girl, good fucking girl" Matching your strokes in time with his thrust pulled a high pitch-keening sound out of you, "Gonna cum for Daddy?" Feverently nodding your answer he gave you permission, "Go on, milk my cock." 

His dirty mouth and the angle of his hips were exactly what you needed to fall over the edge in a moaning mess of pleasure. Clenching around him as wave after wave crashed through you. Tension released all at once and you became boneless. Cheek sagging deeper into the cushion, but Vicrul wasn't done. 

He didn't slow his pace or give you time to bask in the euphoria– his grip on your hips was tight and each trust was merciless. Pounding into your still clenching hole chasing his own pleasure. You were being shoved rougher and rougher with each thrust. Overstimulation was setting in and he could feel the discomfort coil through your connection. 

Each stroke toeing the line between pleasure and pain, edging until you were sobbing for something, "Vicrul, please…" You weren't sure if it was for him to stop or to keep going, couldn't tell which you were begging him for. "No." His hiss was clear, "Not stopping until I finish." His hands pulled you back into his thrusts, "You'll come again."

The room was filled with the sound of your wet pussy, skin slapping, his groans, and your choked sobs. The coil inside of you had twisted again towards pleasure and you were actively pushing your hips against his chasing your orgasm. You felt Vicrul's cock twitch inside you, "Going to fill this cunt up until it's dripping out of you." 

Looking back at him had the knot twist tighter in your stomach– he was as wrecked as you. Hair a mess, sticking to his forehead, sweat rolling off him, and a wild look in his eye. He caught your stare, "When it starts to drip out, I'll fuck it back in." That pulled you impossibly closer to the edge as your gaze dropped to his hips, feeling his hands grip your hips tighter.

"Watch me use you," His thrust lost their rhythm the closer he got. Reaching your hand down to your aching clit all it took was a few strokes before you fell over the cliff of pleasure. The head spun and vision blackened around the edges for a moment. Clenching tighter than you had before your senses zeroed in on the feel of Vicrul inside you. His cock stiffened and with a low groan and deep thrust, you felt warmth fill you. 

His thrusts were slow and lazy as he emptied himself inside you. Your pussy clenching in response. Muscles milked everything he had to give. With a heavy sigh, his forehead dropped to rest between your shoulder blades as he soothed his hands up your sides.

It was a soft moment after the perfectly harsh treatment. He pulled out slowly with a soft sigh and then shuffled around before you felt his arms around you. Arm under your knees and back cradled to his chest as he walked towards the bed.

[comicwaren]

From Star Wars: Hidden Empire #004, “Rings”

Art by Steven Cummings, Victor Olazaba, Wayne Faucher and GURU-eFX

Written by Charles Soule

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[justagirlwholikesadam]

He’s Mine

Summary: Every year there is an event held in New York for the people in the mafia. Being the wife of Kylo Ren, the head of the mafia is no easy task especially when a certain person gets under your skin for being with Kylo. Luckily with a little help of the Knight of Ren, you made it clear to that person that Kylo belongs to you. Kylo Ren x Reader 

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You knew it wasn't easy when attending to these events with your husband, Kylo. The stares and the whispers were always overwhelming. Kylo even wanted to stop going after you told him about your feelings towards it. You knew however it was important for his work and his appearance.

"They envy you." Kuruk told you once late at night as you sat on the couch with the KOR, the Knights of Ren. The men who gave their loyalty and their life to Kylo.

"Why's that?" You asked them who surrounded you.

"Isn't it obvious?" Ushar said as he got up and walked to the nearest open window to light a cigarette.

Ap'lek cleared his throat and looked at you. "It's because you have Kylo in the palm of your hand."

"He will do anything for you. He will kill for you." Trudgen added.

"Every woman wants to be you, Y/n. Since Kylo has you, every man wants you."

They watched as your eyes widened and looked at each other. They wouldn't tell you what Kylo had done to the men and women that tried to get close to you.

When Vicrul saw you were crying outside during your third event. He had asked what happened, you told him someone named Bazine Netal had come up to you and was making comments about how she fucked Kylo. Now you were aware of Kylo's sexual relationships, he had in the past before you. In a short and brief matter. He told you he was never looking for a relationship before you. It was strictly sex, strictly for his pleasure only. Vicrul comforted you and told you the same thing Kylo told you before. It was just sex.

"That skank is here because she's the daughter of some other boss. Apparently she thought if she could get with Kylo she would get richer and have more power." Vicrul told you.

"Did he have feelings for her?" You asked him.

"Listen here, I have known Kylo since we were teenagers and he never once talked to me about being in a relationship or even liking a girl. That was until he met you. Couldn't keep Bigfoot from shutting up about you when he first met you." You laughed at Kylo's nickname.

"He did fucked Bazine. I won't lie about that but it was before you. He did it because she was there when he was sexually frustrated. He just used her for sex nothing more. She's just pissed because Kylo told her to fuck off when he met you. I can tell you a few secrets though. Things that can help you to keep her big mouth shut."

After that night you knew things about what Kylo used to be like in bed before meeting you and you intend to take advantage of it especially with her. Fast forwarding to now you knew she would come up to you tonight. Apparently after hearing that you and Kylo got married. She went berserk according to Vicrul.

The KOR had agreed among themselves that they wouldn't tell you more about Bazine, especially the night when Kylo went to Bazine's apartment a month after getting married with you.

The leggy blonde was happy to open the front door for Kylo. With high hopes that Kylo changed his mind and wanted her instead of you. She was met with Kylo's large hand grabbing her throat and pushing her against the wall near the door.

The KOR stood quiet and kept the door guarded from the outside. They listened to her pleas and her sobbing.

"What did I tell you?" Kylo yelled at her as he choked her.

"I don't want you near my wife or me. I want Y/n. I'm with her. That's who I belong to. Get that through your thick fucking skull." Kylo watched as Bazine gasped for air as he shouted at her. Her face was becoming red, the veins on her forehead were popping out.

Vircul was watching down the hallway when he heard a loud thump from inside the apartment and muffled screams from Kylo. He could feel the dried blood on his fingertips from their kill they did before coming to Bazine. He wished he was the one choking Bazine. She caused so much trouble for them that night. Bazine thought it would have been a good idea to tell a rival of Kylo about you. Bazine didn't know they had an inside guy. Vicrul would never forget the face Kylo made when their guy called and told them that Bazine had gone and told the rival all about you. None of the KOR looked at Kylo when their inside guy told them about the rival's plan on taking you, using you, and selling you.

Vircul heard Kylo yell once more then heard Bazine screaming and cursing at him.

Bazine cried out as she looked up at Kylo. He had thrown her to the ground. She looked around to see her hair extensions on the floor along with one of her heels. Tears were running down her face, her makeup ruined. Her face was flushed. She winced when he grabbed her chin, he stared at her and pointed a finger at her.

"Next time you try to have my wife kidnapped or get near Y/n. I'll fucking you. I swear to fucking god, I'll end you." He screamed at her, pushing her face away harshly to the side. He walked out of her apartment leaving her on the ground. He slammed the door shut and without a word Kylo and the KOR left.

Few minutes later Kylo received a call from you when they made it outside of Bazine's complex building. The KOR watched their boss pick up the phone and walk a few feet away. They watched as a smile came across his face and nodded. Kylo hung up the phone and walked back towards them.

"Y/n made dinner. She's waiting for us. No fucking word about this." He said pointing at the complex building. The day went horribly wrong at first but ended well by them walking into Kylo's penthouse with the smell of home cooked food and a warm welcome hug from you.

You stared at yourself in the full body mirror as you touched the fabric of your gown. The red gown was elegant, reaching down to your ankles. You wore a nude colored heels.  You checked your lips once more making sure it wasn't smudge. You tugged on the thin straps making sure it stayed in place on your shoulders. You wore the jewelry that Kylo gifted you as well. Diamond necklace along with a bracelet. You checked your earring making sure the back end is tightly closed.

"Wow." You looked over your shoulder to see Kylo standing by the doorway of the bedroom.

"Wow to you too, mister." You said, turning around to see his full outfit. He wore a black suit with a matching black shirt, tie and dress shoes. His dark curls framed his face. He even trimmed his mustache a bit. His cologne of soft spices and wood welcomed you.

"Black and red. Wonderful colors." He said as he walked towards you. Softly turning you back around to face the mirror. You looked at him through the mirror. He had you against his chest as both of you looked ahead at the mirror. He wrapped his hands around your waist. Leaning down to kiss your bare shoulders.

"Kylo." You giggled when he nibbled on the thin strap of the dress. You watched him as he looked at the mirror and gave you a grin.

"You look so handsome." You tell him, bringing your left arm up to reach behind his head as he kissed your bare skin. With a fist full of hair, you gently tug him down to reach your face so you can kiss him.

You moan in his mouth as one of his hands touches your chest, squeezing one of your breasts. The other hand goes down to cup your mound over your dress. The friction with the fabric and his warm fingers made you move your hips against his hand.

"Fuck, Y/n." Kylo groans against your lips, happy by how eager you are. You were about to gather your dress up to your hip so he can touch your bare cunt.

You had decided to not wear anything underneath to tease him but the sound of knocking echoed throughout the penthouse interrupting both of you. Pulling away you turn around from the mirror when Kylo lets out a tsk. He looked down at his watch and said "It's probably the KOR with the limo. Event is starting soon." You nodded at him. He looks up from his watch and gives you another kiss.

"To be continued." He says, raising his eyebrow up with a mischievous smirk.

"Yes." You said with a smile then grabbed the lipstick from the vanity. He grabs your hand, both of you walk out of the bedroom to the front door. Kylo helps you put on your coat first before he puts his on. He grabbed your clutch for you that was resting on the couch. He slips the lipsticks you handed him as you fixed your hair.

Kylo was right, the KOR were downstairs waiting next to a parked black limo, there you greeted them and thanked them for the compliments they gave you when they saw you. They all wore suits and looked their very best.

Quickly getting in, you sat next to Kylo as the KOR sat on the side seats. They talked among themselves as Vicrul talked to Kylo about a few members being in the event tonight.

Kylo's a powerful man, a respectable man but most of all he was feared by many as well. Kylo is in the mafia, he's the boss of all bosses one can say.

"I thought you were an accountant." You told him when he took you out on the first date. You would never forget the hearty laugh he gave you as he sat across from you on the restaurant table. His smile was so big from your words. That was the first of many dates then years later after ups and down because nothing is easy when dating the head of a large mafia. He asked you for your hand in marriage and the rest was history. You couldn't help but feel nervous once more about the event.

Once a year people from the mafia in different cities would come. Their bosses and their trusty crew would reunite to tell tales and of course to kiss Kylo's ass. It always amazed you, by how many people would come to the event even governors and mayors from other cities would arrive as well. Vicrul and Cardo had told you when they found you standing outside on the balcony of the building during your first event. You were a bit overwhelmed and needed the fresh air.

"He helped out a lot of people there. Gives information to mayors and governors. Especially when they're up  running, and money for their stupid campaigns. Whenever they need to hide some dark secrets from the people. Gives sanctuary to other mafia bosses whenever they are in deep shit. It goes on and on."

Finally making it to the event, Kylo helped you out of the limo and walked with you up the red carpeted stairs to the main entrance. Coats were given to the coat check. Kylo walked with you hand to hand to the main hall. As usual Kylo made his rounds while you decided to sit down with the guys and have a drink.

"I'm sure Bigfoot liked the dress we picked out." Cardo said, taking a sip of his drink.

You gave him a small laugh and nodded. Kylo sure did it. An hour later Kylo made it back when dinner was served. Laughter, conversations and drinks were made throughout dinner. Mayors came by to say their hellos. Their wives' gave their congratulations and welcomed you into being in a marriage. They gave you compliments about the dress you wore as well. You just gave them a smile and tried your best to be friendly. They even asked if any of the KOR were single. Of course, they didn't care that they were married or half the age of the KOR. They wanted a new boy toy. You were growing ill by how they talked about them like they were pieces of meat to be chewed up and thrown to the side when finished.

They couldn't help but smile when you gave the housewives a fake laugh and commented. "They are all mine."

The housewives mumbled under their breath about you being selfish and a bitch. You just rolled your eyes and happily went back to finish your dinner when they left. You were a bit glad Kylo had gotten up from the table beforehand. He would have killed these old ladies.

"What?!" You said when you saw them staring at you. They shook their heads and pretended to be looking somewhere else. They obviously heard the comments.

"Listen here." You said, pointing at them with the fork in your hand.

"You deserve more than being just a fuck. You deserve someone to love you. Not to use you for just sex." You said then continued on with your dinner. Not noticing the smiles from them. You have come to know and respect them. They were good men, who worked hard and did everything in their power to come on top. You often see them looking over at Kylo and you.

You couldn't help but wonder if they were lonely. They had to be, they always were with Kylo and you. When you found out about two members of the KOR being in a relationship you were so excited. Kylo found out on his own. He was waiting for the elevator to come to his floor when he left the penthouse. His eyes widened when the elevator doors opened showing  two of his men kissing inside of the elevator.

"Ren." They both called out and let each other go. Kylo cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck trying to think of something to say.

"Cool." He said, looking at both of them then stepped inside the elevator. Kylo didn't smile until he was in his car alone.

After dessert was served and eaten, Kylo and a few KOR walked around the hall to gather intel from other bosses that they can use in the future. Paintings were hung around the hall, music played in the other hall for others to dance. You held your drink in your hand as you walked around with Cardo. Kylo had told the KOR to not leave you alone tonight. Since he knew Bazine would be here and she would probably make a show.

"I don't want that fucking rat anywhere near Y/n." He told them a few hours before the event.

"I have no idea what it means." You tell Cardo as both of you stood in front of a painting.

Cardo hummed as he eyed the painting. He was about to speak when both of you heard footsteps coming from behind. Cardo and you turned to see Bazine there with her usually smug face.

"Nice to see you, Y/n." Bazine said then took a drink of her champagne. Cardo was about to tell her to fuck off when you spoke first.

"It's Mrs. Ren. You can call me that." You told her earning a smirk from Cardo and a look from Bazine. Skanky bitch, you thought to yourself as you looked up and down at her. Of course, she would wear something trashy to a very formal event. Her breasts were practically about to spill over her dress. If she were to bend over you knew her ass would be out for everyone to see.

"You're very lucky then Mrs.Ren." She said walking closer to you. You stood your ground looking up at the leggy woman in front of you.

"Is his cock still big?" She questions.

"How can a thing like you handle him?" She sneers at you.

"Enough!" Cardo said, pulling you away to walk away. You turned around to see her watching you so you spoke.

"If I couldn't. He wouldn't have made me his wife and don't worry as his wife, the woman he loves, I have been taking his big cock everyday." With that you turned and walked away with Cardo.

"Holy shit." Cardo whispered while walking into another hall where you saw Kylo talking to a group of people.

"I know, was it too much?" You asked, finishing your drink in one gulp and placing it on a server tray as they walked past you.

"Not at all. Hopefully it'll keep her away for now." He told you as you looked at your husband across the room. You stared at Kylo for a moment as he talked to the group of people surrounding him. They listen intently at Kylo's words. You knew Kylo had to be in these events for his image and his credibility. It was important and you would deal with these events standing tall just for him because you love him.  You suddenly smile when an idea strikes you. You turned to Cardo and asked him for a favor.

You walked towards your husband who was now talking with another person. He also wore black suit like Kylo. He was a few inches shorter and looked much older than Kylo.

When Kylo sees you, his eyes light up.

"Y/n, come and meet Mr. Dittmann." Kylo said as he placed a hand behind your back. You held out your hand to greet him.

"Ren, you didn't say your wife was so beautiful." Mr. Dittmann said as he held your hand and leaned down to kiss it. Kylo stared at him as the man looked at you with lustful eyes. Mr. Dittmann didn't seem to care about Kylo's stares as he kissed the back of your hand. You looked up at the man's hazel eyes, he had an accent too.

"I'm from Denmark." He commented to you.

"Oh, how lovely." Kylo's hand twitched in rage behind your back when Mr. Dittmann leaned back up and still held your hand.

"You may call me Mads, sweetheart." He told you as you pulled away.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mads." You responded then looked at Kylo who was still staring hard at Mads. You placed a hand on Kylo's chest and gave him a small smile knowing he hates when people called you by nicknames.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation with my husband but I need him urgently to deal with something." Kylo looked away from him and down at you with a worried face.

"Don't be sorry, sweetheart. I'll be waiting to talk more about business." Mads said with a nod goodbye and left.

"I'm going to kill that son of bitch." Kylo grunted at you. You shook your head and grabbed his hand.

"Where are we going? What was the problem?" He asked as you took him out of the hall and walked up the staircase to a private bathroom. Cardo looked at you as you gave him a thumbs up while going up the stairs with Kylo.

"Let the show begin." He said as he started to walk to another hall to get the KOR.

"What's going on?" Kylo asked as you pushed him into the private bathroom a few doors down the hallway.

You left the door a bit open and quickly walked in front of Kylo before he noticed. He was leaning against the wall a few feet across the door. You walked in front of him wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands quickly wrapped around your waist.

"I'm sorry. I dragged you away. I missed you." You said, looking up at him batting your eyelashes at him.

"I missed you too." He told you, pulling you closer to him. You can practically smell the cologne on his neck. You can smell light bourbon on his breath as well.

"Can't wait for this event to be over." Kylo said softly knowing this isn't your favorite thing to do. He was thankful though. You will come and give him company.

"Any good connection?" You asked, running your fingers through his hair making him close his eyes.

"Lots but that last guy I'm going to kill him, you know for looking at you like that." Kylo said as he leaned down to place his forehead against yours.

"I'm sure it was just to kiss ass. He doesn't want anything else from me." You whispered against his lips. Kylo shook his head as he bumped his nose with yours and sighed.

"You don't know how beautiful you are. So sweet and pure. My little fucking angel." He said giving you a kiss on the cheek then one on your lips.

"An angel?" You asked when you pulled away. Kylo nods yes to you. You dropped your arms down and softly tugged him by his belt.

"Can I show you something?" You asked, once again he nodded. You quickly bunch the fabric of the dress up to your hips. You take his right hand. You softly moan when his fingers hit your bare cunt. Showing him you were no angel at all. Kylo's mouth drop and his eyes widen. A few seconds later you were pushed against the wall.

"Dirty little girl. Still wet from earlier?" He asked as his large fingers parts your puffy lips. His fingers rubbing your clit. He hums in satisfaction as your cunt was getting wetter by his touch.

"Can't stop thinking about you." You told him then started to kiss him. Making him groan as you slip your tongue in his mouth. Kylo wasted no time to kneel down in front of you. You let out a gasp when you felt him lick your slit. His nose is almost sliding between your folds. You let out a gasp when his nose bumps with your clit.

"Fuck." You cry out when he puts a leg over his shoulder as he spreads your lips to eat you out. You hear him moan as he slips his tongue up and down in your throbbing clit. You shake from pleasure under your husband's tongue. You almost had forgotten about the plan, you looked up towards the door and saw her. You stared at Bazine who was looking at you behind the door.

You knew she was angry. She had to be because you knew Kylo never once ate a woman out. Vicrul told you that Kylo told him that he never ate pussy especially from girls he just fucks but now he's down on his knees eating your cunt like it's the last supper. Kylo was surprisingly good at eating pussy, probably it was because Kylo ate so fast and shoved everything in his mouth as quickly as possible.

"Baby..yes." You cry when you feel him adding a second finger into you. His fingers are so thick and rough. You can feel him stretching you. He lets out a harsh groan while looking up at you as he kisses your mound. He pulls away when you tug on his hair.

"You taste so good." Kylo says, making you smile as you praise him for his skilled tongue. You knew it would drive her crazy.

"You love eating this pussy, don't you baby? Making my pussy cum with daddy's tongue." You say loudly looking at Bazine. Kylo hummed in satisfaction as he kissed your inner thigh that hung over his shoulder.

"Yes." Kylo groans. "Love this pussy." He tells you playful biting your thigh making you whine as you stare hard at her.

"You know what else baby?" You ask looking down at Kylo. Pushing his hair out of his face, looking down at his pretty face and wet lips.

"You like fucking this pussy right?" Kylo nods quickly at your question. "Fuck yes."

"I want you to fuck me. Please." You beg him as he gently removes your leg from his shoulder. He quickly stood up to kiss you making you taste yourself. His kisses were wet with your slick, so loud that can be heard. Another thing Kylo never did was kiss whoever he fucked. When you found out about this. It all made sense to you on why Kylo would spend hours making out with you like both of you were a couple of teenagers when you first started to date and even now. Some days a simple kiss will turn out to be a full make out session.

Bazine gripped her clutch as Kylo kissed you. Your red lipstick you wore was now smudge from his kisses. Whenever she tried to kiss him he would push her away. Even during sex when she started to get clingy. Kylo would shout at her and turn her around to push her head down but now seeing him do the very thing she wanted drove her into anger.

"How?" He asked you. Another thing Kylo didn't do with her. He wasn't the one to ask what position. It was always his way or no way. Bazine saw him moving. Kylo unzips his dress pants. He placed a hand near your head as he stroked himself.

"Tell me, angel?" He asks as he rubs his thumb over the head of his cock.

"I need that sweet pussy now." He mumbles under his breath.

"Against the wall, I want you to hold me." You tell him, and without a word he quickly grabs the back of your legs to lift you. You pushed the fabric of your dress up to your stomach.

You let out a moan when you felt his cock pierced inside of you without a warning. "We have to be quick before anyone sees us, ok?" Kylo whispers to you gently making you nod as you give him another kiss to ease the pain from the sudden stretch.

Wrapping your arm around neck, you moan when he grabbed your ass and started to fuck you slowly at first.

"So fucking good." Kylo quietly whines to you as his brows knit together.

You were looking over his shoulder to the door and moaned loudly making sure that she could hear you. You felt him kiss your neck and started to fuck you harder making you moan as you felt the head of his cock ramming against your cervix repeatedly. So painfully good, the feeling of being so full. You stared right at her and gave her a wide smile as you let out a moan. You knew how you looked completely crazy. Your legs hanging from the crook of his arms as he held you up. Your hair is probably a mess by now. You knew your lipstick was gone by smudges on Kylo's face. You know she can hear the squelching sound of your pussy being rammed hard by him. His grunts and your moans.

'That's right bitch, he's mine.' You thought to yourself. Your eyes closed when you felt Kylo started to leave sloppy wet kisses on your neck.

"Yes baby." You moaned loudly.

"F-fuck! Keep squeezing me like that. Pl..Please." Kylo yells as he fucks you as you lean back to your back to the wall whining at the new angle now.

"Fuck!" Kylo yells. Did he see her, you thought to him.

"Look at that baby." He says with a groan as started to hit you with deep and slow thrust.

You quickly push all of the fabric from the dress against your body making room to see. Looking down to see where the two of you meet. You moan at the sight of it. His cock sliding in and out of you, his cock so slick with your juices. You can see a white ring starting form at the base of his cock, some of your cream had already stained his pants.

"Look at this pussy. Mine pussy. This is mine. All fucking mine." He hissed as he started to ram into you quicker making you bounce on the wall.

"Cum for me..cum on daddy's cock." He tells you as he squeezes your ass hard making you fall back to his chest. You were about to drool on his suit when you felt him ram into you. You had no choice, your hanged legs shook at his harsh strokes. You can feel your toes curl in your high heels.

"Daddy...mmm." You moaned in a high pitch as you opened your eyes and saw her again.

"That's it, squeeze my cock like that. Just like that!" Kylo praises you, letting a moan out he feels the head of his cock hitting you right in the spot. He can feel your wall gripping tightly.

"Cum in me. Breed me daddy..please cum inside." You cry out looking straight in her eyes with a grin.

Kylo always wore a condom with them. You're the first he fucked raw. Something about knowing that made you wild. All the times he filled you up. Never once did he mention condoms with you. You knew he liked cumming inside of you. His eyes grow wide whenever you're on your back with your legs spread open. Your fingers playing with your pussy. He would moan as you use his cum as lube to play with your clit. You grin up at him as you softly slap your cunt again and again as his cum oozes out of you, those wet smacks makes him moan as he nestled between your legs for a taste.

"Gonna cum inside my little angel's pussy." Kylo grunts harder, pulling you painfully close to him, making you whine. You feel his fingernails digging into your ass as he lifts you up and down on his cock.

You feel your abdomen tighten when you hear Kylo whine, you knew he was close. You wanted so bad to cum you wanted to show her you cumming on your husband's cock. Kylo feels your hand on his neck making him shut his eyes with pleasure.

"Give me daddy's cum." Kylo grunts at your words, squelching sounds from your pussy filling your ears.

"Fill me up daddy. Pleasee fill your angel's pussy." You tell him, bouncing on him to meet his hip.

"Kiss me."  You obey him and he meets your lips with him. You mewled as he sucked your tongue in his kiss. It was getting too much from you. You cry in his mouth when you came on his cock. He lets your lips free and watches as your pretty face go dumb from your orgasm.

"Yeah..cum on this cock." Kylo tells you. He lets out a moan when he feels both hands on his throat. His eyes grew wide at your action.

"Cum in me. Come on baby." You whisper, tighten your hold on his throat. You let out a loud whine while hearing him whimper as he felt his mind go blank and at that moment Kylo knew you were an angel. You were giving him his guilty pleasure. You were choking him.

You hold him close when he spills inside of you, it was so warm. You let out another loud whine as he leans towards the wall. You don't care about the cold wall against your back. You look back at the door as you kiss Kylo on his cheek praising him for filling you up. You give Bazine a wink then a smirk.

Bazine lets out a huff and quickly walks away from the door. She rolled her eyes when she saw the KOR as she walked down the stairs. The KOR were spread out on the floor, guarding the upstairs restroom.

"You good skank?" Vicrul asked as he leaned against the pillar a few feet away from the staircase.

"Skank?! You mean she is the skank?! Fucking him in the bathroom like a whore." Bazine yelled, making him chuckle. He pushed himself off the pillar and walked closer to her towering over her completely with his six foot frame.

"She's no whore. That's her husband. Don't confuse her with you." Vicrul told her. Bazine looked up at his blue eyes and rolled her eyes dramatically. She couldn't believe she had grown aroused by watching Kylo and you fucking. She has grown more jealous of you now. She couldn't get rid of the sound of his moans and his filthy words he moaned to you. The expression on your face when he emptied his load into you had imprinted in her mind.

So Bazine did what she always does.

"How come we never fucked, Vicrul?" She told him, eyeing him up and down. Vicrul frowned at her knowing what she was doing. She thought she can get whatever she wants by just having sex.

"I'm good at it. I'm sure Kylo has told you what my mouth can do." Vicrul shook his head at her words, making her face drop.

"Oh wait." Vicrul said as he tapped on the crown of his forehead. "He did say something about you being annoying. That he told me about you."

"Tell me. What do you like? I can provide anything for you." Bazine said, crossing her arms under her breasts to make them appear much larger.

"Would you happen to have a twelve inch dick between your legs?" He asks, making her eyes widen at his question. Her arms fell and she stood still.

"Didn't think so. So the answer is no." He said with a shrug of his shoulders and walked away when he saw Kylo and you making your way to walk down the stairs.

Cardo watched as Bezine let out a grunt of disgust and walked away. He was glad she didn't talk to him since he was the one to lie to her, telling her that Kylo was waiting for her upstairs. He waited for Vicrul to walk by him.

"Is my nine inch dick not enough for you, honey?" Cardo said, making the rest of the KOR yell oooohhh. As they all got together to wait for Kylo and you. Vicrul gave them a side eye to shut up then looked to his right at Cardo.

"You know it is, baby. Can't live without." Vicrul whispered into his ear. He couldn't help but smile as Cardo blushed. Vicrul looked away from his lover when Kylo and you walked towards them.

"Is everything alright?" Kylo asked them as he saw his men together.

"I had asked them to guard while you helped me with my dress, dear. Right, guys?" You said with a smile looking at them.

"Yes." They all said simultaneously, making Kylo nod as he cleared his throat.

"You good, boss?" Vicrul asked Kylo with a shit eating grin as he saw a slight wet spot on his boss's pants specifically around his crotch area. He also noticed you weren't wearing lipstick anymore.

"Perfect." Kylo answered him as he looked down at you. You winked at Cardo as Kylo and you walked back to the tables.

[anopendoor]

Truth or dare / rival-ish to lovers / boarding school / alcohol / groping / dub-con / mature / drabble 😬

~ For ReyloHot1s ~

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It started out as a dare.

“Make out with Ben Solo and slip this hot pepper into his mouth.”

Bazine dangled it by the stem in front of Rey’s face. Her nose tingled as the spice prickled her senses. She could already feel her eyes watering.

Rey glanced over across the auditorium where Ben stood with a group of his friends, towering above the rest of them. White button-down and maroon tie. She wanted to yank him by the end of it. Pull him down to her level.

He looked like goddamn sex on legs. He always did. The bastard.

Maybe it was the alcohol she downed in the dorm pre-game, but something made her think she could do it. She could accomplish this dare. She wanted to.

Was it because this was her chance to see what all the fuss was about? To pursue her thinly veiled crush and have an excuse to do more than roll her eyes at him when he did something so stupidly boyish (while looking hot as hell) with his friends? Was it also an opportunity to wipe that smug smile off his face when she planted one on him and passed that pepper between their lips?

Fuck it. She looked hot. Her tits looked great. She’d give him a kiss he’d never fucking forget—

Rey took the little pepper out of Bazine’s outstretched hand and turned on her heel.

“Oh my god, is she really going to—“

She didn’t hear anything else whichever of her friends had to say because she was halfway across the dance floor already. The stem of the pepper twirled between her thumb and forefinger at her side.

Ben caught sight of her approach, his demeanor instantly changing. He straightened, growing impossibly taller. That smirk and lopsided grin sliding into place in greeting.

Cocky bastard.

She noticed how his eyes scanned her in the darkened room. At the tight black tube top she wore that hugged her chest in all the right places. A similar tight black skirt stretched across her hips. His plush lips pressed together as he pushed his enormous hands into his pockets. The air around him sizzled with heat. His friends part, making space for her, eyebrows raised at her courage.

Rey didn’t give him a chance to say the first word, falling into her earlier compulsion and yanking him closer to her by his necktie.

“You’re coming with me.”

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They moved to a corner of the auditorium to the sound of hoots and low-pitched “Yoooos” trailing behind them as Ben let her drag him away from his friends.

Rey glanced back once to see Vicrul give Ben a bro shake, like he was congratulating him on his accomplishments.

She wondered how smug he’d be in a few minutes. As she had her back to him, Rey put the pepper into her mouth, careful not to bite down just yet.

The beat of the music thumped in time with her pulse as she swung Ben around herself, forcing him against the wall. He hit it with a soft grunt she heard so deep in his chest.

He just watched her, waiting for her to make her move. The air around them was unspoken as the question flitted in her head.

I dare you.

She couldn’t speak with the pepper in her mouth. Didn’t want to accidentally trigger the effects and ruin her chance at winning this dare. She was going to cement her status as Rey Niima: stubborn, (possibly stupid), but a girl you don’t mess with. A girl who doesn’t take anyone’s shit. Least of all Ben Solo.

Without a word she stepped into his space. It was subtle—how his throat bobbed in anticipation, his eyes slightly dropping to this half-lidded expression as they drop to her mouth. His hands didn’t lift to touch her. Not yet. Still waiting for her to determine if they should.

Suddenly, he seemed less like the cock-sure jock that was always messing around with his friends across campus. The rumors of his escapades were endless. He’d often have his arm around a girl in the dining hall, whispering in her ear, making her laugh.

It didn’t make Rey jealous. Not at all. Their dynamic was different. And she wasn’t going to let him know that she wanted to know what all the fuss was about. That their slight rival dynamic wasn’t just because she liked knocking him down a few pegs, but because she thought about the softness of his lips while staring off into space in Chem—

Rey shook her head. Now wasn’t the time for this. Focus.

One hand went up and her fingers curled around his striped Jedi Academy tie. He would wear a piece of his school uniform to the one event where they’re allowed to finally be out of dress code. Rey knew she was pushing it with the sliver of skin exposing her belly. But Ms. Kanata only gave her and her friends a raised brow.

At least, that’s all the reprimanding Rey may get unless she’s caught making out with the school’s star striker in a quieter corner of the auditorium.

Which… is what she should be doing right now. Their friends were surely watching them from across the room. Her friends waiting to see Ben’s reaction. His ready to pat him on the back for getting Rey Niima to actually make a move.

She didn’t just kiss anyone, and definitely not at a school dance. But there’s never been a dare involved before. And she hated to lose.

Deciding it was like ripping a band-aid off, Rey pulled him by his tie and one corner of his shirt collar, closing her eyes as their lips collide.

It was closed-mouthed at first, until she remembered she had a scorching hot pepper on her tongue that she was supposed to swipe with Ben’s. But he was the one who was quick to change that, taking the kiss as his green light.

His hands were on her ass in a second, surprising her as he crushed her against the hard panes of his chest. Rey swore she could feel the ridges of his six-pack against her exposed skin. It was like melding her body against a boulder. She gasped, allowing a small part in her lips which Ben took advantage of.

His tongue dove first, slipping into her mouth and prying her open. She’s so lost in it she forgets about the pepper entirely. Ben didn’t seem to notice. Their tongues tangled together in a dance—or more like a fight for dominance.

The way Ben sucked at her face made her feel like she was his only source of air. And shit, he was really good at it. At making the world fall away and entirely occupying all of her senses.

When it was actually necessary they both breathe, Ben pulled away only to thread one of his hands around her neck, holding her close as he whispered in her ear, “You’re so fucking hot.”

His words made Rey’s molars grind together as the muscles in her body tightened. Heat coursed down her from her head to her toes. Beneath her tight skirt, her thighs pressed against each other, wanting to relieve some of the tension that had sweat beginning to permeate her skin.

As she thought about willing her heart to steady, Ben’s mouth latched back onto hers, satisfied with the effect of his words. When his tongue next delved into her mouth the feeling is sharp, like a white hot slice and—

—and her mouth was on fire.

She must’ve bit down on the pepper, and usually her tolerance for heat is hers alone to tackle, but as the oil from the chili pepper swirled against Ben’s tongue trying to carve out as much space into her mouth as he could, suddenly he stopped.

The spice had to have hit him as Rey sensed her own mouth start to go numb. Ben pulled away and spat on the floor beside them. Rey glanced quickly down to see the half-bitten pepper blearily on the darkened floor.

“The fuck—“ she heard Ben curse as he tried to make sense of her dare.

Except, he didn’t push her away as realization hit in the form of his scorching mouth. Some of the strobe lights from the dance floor flick over to them and Rey could see the intensity in his eyes.

Like a hawk snatching its prey, Ben hunched down.

“You like it when it hurts, Niima?” Ben’s voice grated against her throat. Her mouth was one fire, she couldn’t taste anything. Could hardly feel anything either. Her tolerance for spicy foods was commendable, and yet she burned. Everywhere.

It was a different kind of burn than from the hot pepper she had sliding against her tongue moments before. It was the kind that had all of her nerve endings on fire. A heat that made her heart pound against her chest. This desire to keep it lit is what had her licking a stripe up the column of Ben’s neck. The taste of his sweat tingled against her numbed tastebuds.

She felt his reaction in the grip of his hands on her hips, pulling her tightly against his body as he ground his erection into her. Hard bulge obvious against the soft swell between her hips.

Despite what she tried to do to him, he seemed unfazed. Or rather, the reaction she expected was not what she got.

His mouth found hers again as he mauled at her. As if the harder he kissed her would compensate for the prank she played on him. On herself.

Ben’s hands slid around her ass and he squeezed.

“What I want to do to you,” he growled, loud enough for her to hear as her mouth tore away and she smashed her lips and teeth against his jaw then his jugular.

Her hands scrabbled at his shirt, blindly feeling for his tie and top buttons. He let her do whatever she wanted, mindless to it all except for the task of keeping her close.

Whatever he wanted to do to her, she wanted him to too.

Rey nipped at his skin as his hands kept groping her ass, as if he couldn’t get enough of it. Of her.

His thumbs hooked into the elastic waistband of her skirt and she wished she’d worn a shorter one. One that he could had slid his hand up and touched her where she wanted him to.

Time evaded them as they stayed in that corner. Long enough for the effects of the pepper to wear away. Long enough for Rey to blink and notice the music had stopped and the lights were up.

Rey blinked, tearing herself far enough away for her eyesight to clear. As it does, she noticed Ben’s hair slightly damp and sweaty. His chest panted against hers. His lips were flushed red, likely similar to hers but due to their height difference, Rey’s eyes landed on his neck where pinkish bruises had started to form. His tie was loosened, somehow some of the buttons of his shirt had come undone, likely from her grabbing at him, revealing some of that delectable chest…

At the sound of catcalls and whistles, Rey realized they were no longer shrouded in darkness, that Bazine was cheering her on for fulfilling her dare. That everyone knew just what they were doing.

Surely a chaperone was going to stomp toward them and yank them apart—

“Hey—“ Ben’s voice was hoarse, but it snapped her attention right back to him.

Their bodies were still pressed against each other. She could feel his hand, hot and massive on her back. She couldn’t stop staring at what she did to his neck…

“Wanna go back to my dorm?” That throat bobbed with his words, and while Rey heard them (every deep syllable), it took a while for her to realize just what he’d asked. He was still hard against her, despite their now obvious audience.

It was then that she realized she hadn’t said a word, not since this whole thing started. She wasn’t sure if she even had a voice.

But she did know what she wanted.

Rey’s gaze flicked up to Ben’s, shivering at the look in his eyes. The heat that had nothing to do with the hot pepper (but maybe a little to do with her dare).

She nodded.

Ben reached between them with the hand that wasn’t on her back, adjusting himself, but from what Rey could feel, she wasn’t sure if there was any hiding that.

Guess the rumors about his size were true…

By the expression on Ben’s face as he stared at her, excitement flared in Rey’s belly. Her lips tingled as she licked them, Ben’s gaze darting to it.

“Fuck, Niima.” She liked how he hissed her name.

Then suddenly, he was tugging her away, hand still on her back as he pulled her to his side and made a beeline to the auditorium doors.

“You’re welcome!” Bazine called as they passed their group of friends.

Rey was too preoccupied (and horny) to care.

And maybe she couldn’t feel her mouth anymore—but she knew she was about to feel a whole lot of something else.

(Ben’s 🌶️)