Kylo Ren X You - Blog Posts

Sleeping with the enemy || Part II

Part I

Words: 2314

Warnings: Smut, Unprotected sex, threesome

SUMMARY: Trying to make Kylo jealous, reader is coquetting with Hux. Reader will have an opportunity to meet him more intensively. But, of course, Kylo can read her mind…

Author: Cass & Beast

Few days have passed.

Because of the way Kylo had treated you before, you were shunning him as much as you could.

Of course, few times you both passed each other. Without any word. Even without a single glance. But it made you feel comfortable somehow. You didn’t have to deal with his mood swings at least.

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They're Possessive Scenarios!

Anakin Skywalker: It was a normal day in Coruscant, and you were helping around the Temple, acting as a humble civilian who only wished to keep things in order for those who keep the galaxy in peace and order and protect countless people. But it was mainly just for Anakin's presence.

As you were speaking to a few Jedi, a teenage Padawan, not particularly ugly, but not too good-looking, walked up to you and tapped your shoulder, and you turned. "Yes?" You asked, your tone patient and kind. The boy was obviously staring at your body, and your words snapped him out of the trance. "Um... what if I took you on a date?" He asked, his eyes unblinking as they stared into yours. This was just a child, what was he talking about? "Uh, what?" You ask, perplexed. "What if I took you on a date? Gave you flowers, chocolates and walked you home? To kiss you on your lips and have some fun with you?"

"No, thank you. I'm already taken." You tell him in a kind tone, mustering a smile. He frowns and presses further. As you were growing more uncomfy with the situation and this child's inability to take no for an answer and tenacity to still press on the wound to cause it to continue to gush blood, Anakin walked by. He just got out of a little lecture with the rest of the Jedi Masters and those who were speaking to you, had barely anything to say, thinking it was just a lovesick boy, but it was obviously more. Anakin, who could sense your discomfort from miles away, was incredibly surprised and angered to see no one taking action. He walked over to you, a reassuring hand on your shoulder, to keep things light, gazed at the boy and asked him to run along, and the boy, did so.

He turned to you, his blue eyes piercing. "Why didn't you just call me over? I was not too far away." His gaze was intense and his words were firm and you sighed. "Didn't know how pursuing little kids are these days.." Anakin ushered you from the gaze of others, and whispered the words in your ear that made your knees weak. "You're mine, don't you understand that?"

Han Solo: You both were at a bar, Han was trying to negotiate some terms so that Jabba could have his money and Han his life. You were only there because you insisted and Han believed that you could reduce the stress of the situation and keep him relatively calm. One of Jabba's men approached your booth and Chewie, who also insisted to come, was on guard, and Han sighed. "Relax, buddy. We've got this in the bag."

The henchman sat in the booth, eyes roaming over the three of you, and particularly interested in you and your figure. Han, who noticed this, brought the man's attention back to the matters at hand. "So, *pal*, this can go easily if you can get Jabba's panties out of the bunch. The cargo's safe and the Millenium Falcon and my crew are more than capable of delivering it without any conflicts, eh? So, tell him I'll get the money as soon as that's done." The henchman frowned at this and shook his head. "No, Jabba wants his money now, Solo." Han's jaw tightened and it looked like he was seriously considering a better way to deal with this man. But your hand squeezed his in a comforting gesture and it brought him back to the ground.

"Can't he understand a man in business? Not everything's all sunshine and rainbows. It's gonna take some time." Han frowned and the man's gaze somehow drifted back to you, and every little detail of you, and he licked his lips creepily, speaking now in a more low tone. "Well, there can be another way, I suppose..." You visibly tensed up and a few not-so thoughtful words popped up in your head and were on the tip of your tongue and as you were about to say it, Han beat you to it. "Nope. No way. This, right here, is mine. Non-negotiable. And it'll always be that way, sorry, pal, but you'll have 'ta find your own." At this point, Chewie had began making his sounds of protest to the man's words and in agreement to Han's words. Han wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you close to him. Long story short, all three of you ended up leaving with the man blasted.

Kylo Ren: He couldn't understand it. The idea of someone trying to take you from him, had they learned nothing from his outbursts and clear anger tendencies? Clearly not and that pissed him off. Why was there always someone who challenged authority? Why could no one just submit and do their part? Were all of the questions in Kylo's mind after one of his soldiers told him that you were in the training room and a specific low-ranking general thought he could sweep you off of your feet with words of no meaning.

Kylo had power-walked there, arriving in minutes despite the room being so far from his. He found the man and held out his hand, blowing the man back with the Force. He looked at you and you knew for a fact all he saw was red. He strode over to the pinned man and spat out the words, "What could possibly be going on in that dim-witted brain of yours to mess with something that isn't yours?! Did your parents not teach you simple manners? Or did you think you were above that, too?! Well, take this as a catching-up." He crushed the man further and further against the sleek-black walls of the Ship. He was so blinded by rage that he did not realize that the man was already dead. But once he did, he let go, and bit the inside of his cheek, bitterly. He could taste the copper-taste of blood and didn't mind in the slightest.

Instead, his eyes swept over to you and he motioned for his finger for you to follow him. And once you did, you were up against a wall with him all over you, his hands, mouth, everything while repeatedly saying:* "Mine. Get that. You're mine. Nothing less. No one else's."

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A\N: A little treat before I'm away for about two weeks for testing <3

They're Jealous Scenarios!

Han Solo: Maybe he was mistaken. He could've sworn he could see you speaking to one of the Resistance Pilots, a little smile cropped onto your gorgeous face. The same smile that you give him when he retorts with a snarky comment or a sardonic (playful) insult. And if that was correct, and he is 99.9% sure it is, why is it projected toward this bum?

With an adrenaline rush, he strides over to the pair of you, cutting your stupid conversation in two. Han's arm finds it's way to your upper back as he inserts himself into the interaction. He glares at the guy, his gaze too intense to match with that goofy grin on his face, which seems so out of place "I'm sure this is a lovely conversation, but we gotta go, bigger fish to fry. Don't we, sweetheart?" Then, he's tugging you away before you can reply. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, keeping you close to him.

The feeling that shot through him at the sight of you, so close to someone else, when you really did not need to be, it made his blood boil. "What kinda business do ya got with a guy like that, anyway?" Han's tone was firm, he really wanted to hear your answer. "None! I know that, it was just a conversation, Han." He scoffed and threw up his arms, almost defensively. "You just said it, none! You got no business talking to a bum like that! Come on, you're so much more than what you make yourself out to be, love." You frown but hug him anyways, sighing heavily.

Anakin Skywalker: He knew the feeling of jealousy well, too well. One might even call them friends and lovers. You, were his light, his angel, his sweetness. But he knew what was not what other guys saw in you, of course not, they saw you as something too low, a mere object. You were so much more, you had value, you had brightness, you shine, like the sun.

So when he could clearly see you being flirted with, flattered and random men in your vicinity, too close, and the clearly uncomfortable body language of yours, his mind went into husband mode, protectiveness, instinct to make you smile again, he moved over to the men. His gaze was like daggers, and threatening, those blue eyes that were the symbols of love, adoration, devotion and unspeakable, unwavering commitment to you, replaced by threats, searing jealousy and protection. He asked the men a simple question, "What do you think you're doing? Can't you see they are uncomfortable? Huh?" The men scrambled and spoke overlapping about their reasonings but Anakin couldn't hear more than, "We just wanted to show them a good time."

Within those few seconds, rage. All he could see was red. He used the force to send them flying back with ferocity. Once they hit a wall, he bent his fingers ever so slightly, force-choking them. But once you protested, he stopped. The men scurried off like mice. He turned back to you, seeing your face, no longer tainted by uncomfortability and now happiness, happiness because the guys were gone. "Thank you, Ani." He smiles, those pearly blue eyes melting into soft orbs of adorability. Oh, how, he loved you and it showed.

Kylo Ren: Supreme Leader Kylo Ren had faults. Flaws. Everyone knew that. To name a few: Anger issues, possessiveness and protection-issues and jealousy. He trained himself, he had such discipline and a higher goal to be like Vader that he always found himself being told off by you to slow down. Not work too hard.

You resemble to him, his mother. You carried such qualities of determination, hope, gentleness but a tendency to become firm if need be, and you always remained honest to him. Always.

However, that did not mean that everyone saw this in you. Frequently a group of women or men would hit on you, and it always ended in a fight. Because someone said something biting to him or you, and Kylo lost it. He always promised to you that he couldn't help it, and you knew this. The situation now with one of your higher ranking officials was getting out of hand and you were solving it, your own way. And you knew if Kylo had seen, it would become worse and violent.

The officer of yours seemed to not be getting the hint from your calm and collected words and you felt the anger boil in your blood and the officer said something insensitive and in a blinding flash, something black soared past you and knocked down the officer to the floor like a bowling ball hitting pins. It happened so fast, the officer couldn't even let out a scream, or a yelp. And when the moment past and your mind caught up to the situation, it was Kylo. You were frozen, and did not react immediately but when you did, Kylo was heaving, the officer's face was like something a scene from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre, but you scrambled to take Kylo away before the officer was dead. You called a medic and ran away. You did not even have to ask him what the hell that was, he was already talking.

"I can't believe the disrespect and vulgar language you get. They are tools, but they think that they are have potential to be more. My love, you're no object, you know? Not for anyone's pathetic usage, you're a person, and you're mine. My love, my beauty and my life. Always." He says before capturing your lips in a fierce kiss, with an underlying tenderness.

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Seeing You Crying Scenarios!

Kylo Ren: Once he closed the door behind him, coming into your shared home, he expected you to run over and hug him, as you always did... So, where were you? Kylo's eyes dart around in search of your reassuring face, but he couldn't find you. He calmly searches the bedroom and kitchen, his worry spiking, he calls out your name. "Y\N? Y\N, love, where are you?"

It was until he quieted himself could he hear the soft and broken sobs of yours in the bathroom. Immediately, Kylo ran to the bathroom, only to find the door locked. "Y\N?" He said, his ear touching the cold, painted exterior of the door. At first, you did not reply, and then when Kylo tried the doorknob again, you complied, reaching up to unlock it as he swung it open. "Y\N!" He looked down at you, your red and swollen eyes gazing down at the floor.

"My love, what is it?" Crouching down next to you, Kylo wrapped an arm around you. You sniffled before replying, "It was Hux, he yelled at me... I messed up, I misheard him. I didn't expect him to scream at me, I-I..." Kylo's eyes darkened. "General Hux?" He growled, he placed a protective kiss on your forehead and then a passionate and reassuring kiss on your lips before bolting out the door. Once he found Hux, he would make him wish he was never born.

Anakin had just come back from a particularly long mission, leading him to become even more clingy and protective of you. So, when you had been crying in the bedroom as he arrived, he was quick to press you for answers, needing to know who would have the heart, (and the balls), to hurt his precious angel. "What is it, sweetness? Talk to me." After a few sniffles and hiccups you speak, your voice cracking with the tears rapidly falling from your eyes. "Chancellor Palpatine... I don't know why.. he said that I-I would never amount to anything, as a Jedi or a person." At this, Anakin's eyes burned with rage. "When was this, angel?" He kept a honey-like tone, not wanting you to realize the hatred in his eyes at what had been said to you. "Earlier, at the Temple." You answer.

Nodding, Anakin presses a kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a few moments. "Wait for me, flower, okay?" He tells you, his tone a sweet, sugary comfort, as soft and comforting as silk. He strode for the door, his hand tight on his lightsaber as he went to confront Palpatine. Once he got back, he was sure to clean off anything that might give you a clue has to what he had done. "I'm back, sugar." Anakin announces, wrapping his arms around you securely, shielding you from the cold, outside world. All you needed was him, and all he needed was you. There was nothing that could stop this mutual connection.

Luke spent all day at the farm, he was busy with the starting of the harvest, driven to succeed and make enough this year so that you both can go to the Academy, just as Uncle Lars had promised. However, in the early dusk, once Uncle Lars had announced it was lights out, it seemed the dark had only allowed your tears to flow easier, much like the river. Despite your best efforts to quiet your sobs, to let it all out without a concern in the world, Luke picked up on the slow, melancholic noise. "Y\N? Babe?" He called carefully, his hand on the lightsaber on his hip, cautious and alert for any signs of surrounding or lurking danger. Once he spotted you, curled up, knees to your chest and head buried in between your crossed arms, he ran to you, panicked someone had hurt you. "Y\N? What happened? What's wrong?" Luke questioned, his voice hinting at fear.

You reluctantly lifted your head, after the attempts to wave him off, but he didn't budge. "It's nothing..." You try to assure him, but he wasn't having any of it. "Tell me, please?" He pleaded with you and you relented. "It was Cliegg, I overheard him saying that I was preventing you from working to your best ability on the farm." Luke paused, thinking of the best words to say in response to this stunning statement. He had no idea. He cupped your face in his palms, his crystal eyes sweeping your puffy, red and swollen teary eyes with fervor and sincerity. "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and no, you are not preventing me from anything. I love you, okay? Who cares what he says?"

Uh, I'm sorry. This needs more likes because, holy fuck. 😍 🥵

Hard Ren

Porn Star! Kylo Ren x Fem! Reader

Summary: Hard Ren is known for not cumming during his scenes until now.

A/N: I'm biting on the bars of my enclose while i write this.

Warning: NSFW, spitting, choking, role playing, rough, happy ending, ladies we are porn stars too!

Word Count: 3.3K

Border Credit: @cafekitsune

Anyone who watches porn knows who Hard Ren is. 

Hard Ren is known to have stamina like a fucking animal. He fucks like one and he’s good at it but what he is worldly known for is he never cums when he fucks. When he does cum it’s only when he’s masturbating.

Yeah, a porn star who doesn’t cum when fucking other people. Hard Ren has done interviews about it. He jokes about it and tells them that his cock hasn’t found the right person yet. This sparks something with the female porn star community because they all want to make him cum. None of them ever succeeded. 

“Kylo.” The dark haired man looked up from his phone when his manager, Hux stopped the car. 

“We’re here.” Kylo follows Hux out of the car and into the studio to his dressing room. Kylo performs his usual preparation before filming. 200 pushup and crutches. He curls his 150 pounds dumbbells along with lifting his barbell while Hux tells him more about the person he’s going to fuck. Kylo was in the middle of a rep when he heard Hux mumbling the name of the porn star. 

“What’s her name again?” 

“She’s new, you probably haven’t heard of her but she has a fan base already. Not ugly like the last one” Hux told him while typing on his phone. 

Finishing his usual preparation and getting dressed with the clothes laid out for him, Hux walks with him to the set. Kylo was fixing the sleeves of his blue jean button down shirt. He goes into the mind set as a teacher, that was the script. He's done this multiple times, he plays the college professor and the girl plays the student looking for extra credit. 

His head shot up when he heard laughter. Director Phasma is standing next to a woman. Phasma is showing her the story board with a pleased look. When he saw you, he’s starstruck, since you were the one that he watches when he does his masturbating videos. He plays it cool, of course but the moment you give you a smile. His cock is already hard. His most viewed video of him masturbating was thanks to you. He came on his chest to the video of you on a bed with your legs spread and your cunt of full display. He liked your moans and how you pout while playing with yourself. 

“I like your work.” You tell him as Hux and Phasma speak on the set. You look up at the 6’3 dark haired man while playing with your fingers nervously. 

Excitement ran up and down your body at the sight of him. “I like yours too.” 

You smile at his words. He runs a hand through his hair with a chuckle. “Especially the one with you on the bed.” 

"There's a lot of me on the bed." You said jokingly and he laughs. "I like them all." 

You blush at his words. He had seen your work. When the camera was ready, you and him got into place. 

“Please, Professor Hard Ren. I need this extra credit. I won’t pass the semester.” You begged him as you walked towards him. Ren was leaning against the edge of the desk with his arms crossed around his chest. You played with the bottom button of his shirt

“There might be something you can do for me.” Ren said, wrapping his arm around you pulling you close to him. 

“I’ll do anything.” You whispered as he leaned down, his large hands pulling the dress up to your hips. 

“Anything?” He asks as he cups your ass, giving it a good and hard squeeze for the camera, making you moan. He pulls you close to his chest as he tugs the thong to the side. 

“Fuck.” You hear him whisper.

About to do what you do best, you start to tug on his belt. Ren leans back when he notices what you were doing. He helps you while you unzip the black slack and goes down on your knees in front of him. Your mouth drops open as you stare up at him as you pull the slacks down to his ankles. He’s in full commando, and his cock almost smacks you in the face if you haven’t caught it first. His cock was thick and pink, his fat head is begging to be licked. 

Ren groans at the sight of your little pink tongue licking his cock. He grips the edge of the desk when you spit on his cock and start to use your spit as lube to start jerking him off with both hands. He tries his best to not shut his eyes because he wants to see you. He wants to see the moment you put his fat cock inside that little mouth. 

He moans out loud when you start to suck his cock, gagging, his thick girth stretching your mouth. 

“Fuckk.” Ren moans when he starts to move his hips forward, he uses a hand to hold the back of your head. He feels his balls tighten up when he sees your eyes filling up with tears. His thighs are wet from the drool and spit. He can see the spit dripping off the corner of your mouth. 

“Yes, gonna give you a good grade. Keep sucking you teacher's cock.” He tells you as you bob your head up and down on his cock. He sees your pretty face start to turn red and he pulls you off of his cock. He grabs his cock and pats it against your cheek then trace your lips with the head of his cock. 

“Open your mouth, show me that fucking tongue.” You obey and he taps the head of his cock on your tongue. 

“You’re so fucking hot. You know that.” Ren leans down to take your arms. Helping you up, you were shocked when he cups your cheek, bringing your face up close to him. He kisses you while he gently pushes against the desk making you sit on the edge

You look at him with wide eyes when he pulls away from your lips. He takes his shoes off and removes his pants as well. For a moment you forget about the camera when he takes his shirt off. He looks so good on video but in person, this man was sculpted. You can see every beauty mark on his skin. Looking at his abs, you looked further down, passing the light happy trail, you can see a vein aiming down to his cock. It took all the strength in you to not throw yourself in the ground to lick it. His cock stood out, proud and hard. 

He gets near you, grabbing you by the chin and kisses you again. He makes you spread your legs, pushing the dress up. He lets the camera panel over at your pussy when he pushes the thong to the side. Running his thick fingers run up and down your slick slit.

You don’t even pay attention to the camera behind him. His thick fingers rub your clit making you moan as he kneels down in front of your cunt. You feel those thick fingers slide into you.

He’s a messy and fast eater when it comes to pussy, he knows it but right now. He takes his time, he sees your cunt so many times while he comes. He couldn’t believe you were right in front of him. Looking so pretty with legs spread and your pussy practically pulsing. He kisses your mound enjoying the scent of your musk. He grins at the sound of you gasp when his nose hits your clit. He presses his lips against your lips. Licking your slick, he gets hard by how good you taste. 

He grins against your cunt when moan loudly. Your moans are heavenly to him, it sounds real and not fake as the others. He feels your fingers through his hair as you gently push his face against your cunt. Ren is pumping himself as he licks your cunt, he savors your taste. He looks up when he hears you call for him. He feels his heart flip inside his ribcage when you look down at him. He whines when your hand on his hair goes down to cup his face. Ren doesn't let you speak, he quickly stands up from his knees to kiss you.

You look over his shoulder when he starts to kiss your neck. Phasma waves her hand at you, signaling you that it's fine you didn't have to say your line. You couldn’t do it even if you tried. Ren was taking control, removing your dress for you. 

“Prettiest fucking tits.” He says as he leans down to kiss your breast. You blush when he practically pulls the desk close to him so he can get near you. 

“I want to fuck you so bad.” He says as he looks at you, his hands grab a hold of your hips, spreading your legs open. 

“You can.” You told him looking up at him with a smirk, batting your eyelashes. 

“I’ll do anything for a good grade, Professor Ren.” You said as your hands grabbed his throbbing cock, slowly jerking him off, rubbing the tip of his cock with your thumb. 

“Jesus Christ.” Ren moans when you use the other hand to grasp his balls, pulling them softly. You watched as he stood still as you kept touching him, he threw his head back, you bit your bottom lip as you watched his tense up. 

“Come here.” He tells you, you gasped when he wrapped your legs around his waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he picks you up from the desk and walked over the couch on the other side of the office set. You hear him whisper close to your ear, he tells you to relax, he won’t drop you. 

The camera zooms on to your ass when Ren sits down on the couch, holding you tight on his lap. His big hands grasp your ass, pulling your cheeks apart showing your holes.

“Can I ride you, please?” You asked him and he grins, nodding as he leans back a bit. He smiles when he notices the excitement on your face. Quickly getting back to work, he groans as you spit on his cock, rubbing it up and down on his shaft. 

“Just like that.” He praised you when you rose up and gently sat on his cock. His eyes never left your face, he wanted to see that look on your face when his fat cock splits you open. He bites his bottom lip when he sees your face, that same face you give to the camera when your pussy is being stuffed.

He holds your hips when you start to bounce on his cock. He thrust upward making you cry out, he grins and does it again. You place a hand on his chest, making him stay in place but Ren being much bigger than you does it again making you whine. 

“Can’t take it? Huh? Can't take your professor's big cock?” Ren asks you. He chuckles when you nod, pushing yourself on his chest then sliding back down. He grabs your arms pulling into his chest as he grunts sliding further down on the couch so the camera can go under him. 

“Good girl.” He shouts as he started thrusting upward like crazy making you moan as he fucks you hard. Your ass bounces every time he thrusted up to you. Your poor pussy being stretched wide up, the camera zooms in to see Ren’s cock sliding in and out of your pussy. Your slick is running down his shaft to his balls. 

Your face is squished against his hard chest as he rams into you. He holds you down with one arm and the other, he brings it up to your face making him look up at you. 

His nose bumps with yours and you see him going in for a kiss. 

“You feel so good.” You whispered against his lips then kiss him. You moan when his hand grips your hair making you wince when he pulls it. 

He shakes his head, “No, you do.” He licks his lips as he continues with his thrusts. He hears you moan loudly, it sounds so soft exactly like the video he uses of you. 

“Rub your pussy for me.” He doesn’t wait for you to respond. You squeal when he grabs you and pushes himself up. He lifts you and drops you on your back. The camera man moves standing behind him, zooming into your face. 

Spreading your legs wide, you’re smiling at Ren as he jerks himself off. His eyes are wide as he stares at you. He gets turned on even more by how much you're enjoying yourself, looking so pretty rubbing your cunt in front of him. You bring your knees to your chest as close as you can. Your arms go under your knees and you rub your clit, giving it soft smack making you moan. 

Your fingers don't feel as good as his, you finger yourself while looking at him. He’s staring at your cunt then back at your face. You stick your tongue out at him as you give your cunt another slap making him groan. 

You’re giddy with excitement when he comes over to you, he man handles you pushing your knees further back and lowers himself. You squeal when he smacks the head of his cock on your cunt. 

“How bad do you want an A+?” He asks you, raising a brow at you. 

“Really bad, professor. I want it. Please.” You pouted at him. 

You know he does it on purpose, he just looks down at you with a smug look on his face as he slides his cock up and down your slit painfully slowly. You huff at him and grab his cock, surprising him. 

“I want that A+, sir!” You cry out pushing his cock at your entrance. You look at him with a pleading look and Ren thinks he just died and gone to heaven. 

You keep on surprising him, taking control like that, grabbing his cock like you own it. Fuck, you practically did already. All of his masturbation videos ended with him cumming so much because he was looking at your videos. Of course the viewers didn’t know that, the cameras were always aiming at him, at his lower half. 

“I’ll give you that A. Imma fucking give it to you.” You cry out when he thrusts into your cunt in one harsh thrust. Ren doesn’t pay attention to the camera under him, all he can stare is your face, your tits bouncing by his harsh thrusts. You were losing your grip under the your legs, trying your best to keep them to your chest. 

Ren wants to feel you cum, he wants you to cum on his cock. What a dream would that he thinks to himself as he brings a hand to your clit, rubbing your slick over it. He’s rough with it, making you grin as you shut your eyes with pleasure. 

“Chock me.” You cry to him as you open your eyes to stare up at him. 

“You like that?” You nod quickly as he complies to your request. Ren groans loudly when he feels you clench around him when he grabs a hold of your neck, he can feel your heartbeat and it just makes him goes faster. 

“Oh-h-h fuck! Shit!” Ren shouts he holds the couch with one hand as he goes balls deep in you. He feels you holding his arm, his grip around your neck tighten and he throws his head back when he feels you cum. 

You are crying his name and that was it for him. It broke him completely. 

“Can-can I cum in you?” He shouts as he looks back at you. You’re staring up at him with teary eyes still feeling the hard orgasm you just had. 

“Yes.” You said meekly, he removes his hand from your neck and holds your chin. Keeping your head in place, staring up at him as he thrust into your sloppy pussy. 

In the corner of your eye, you see the director and the crew staring at both of you with wide eyes as Ren groans loudly. You can’t help but whine when he does one last harsh thrust. He moves the couch and he keeps you in place as he fills your womb with his hot milky cum. 

“F-fuck.” Ren moans as he releases your chin and slouches a bit. He cups your face as he tries to catch his breath. His thumb runs over your bottom lip and you do something that you have been craving to do since you saw his hands. Grabbing a hold of his wrist you stick his thumb in your mouth, sucking it as you stare up at him. 

He feels his knees go weak and he pulls away and sits down next to you with a grunt. He has his head throw back over the couch as he sits there, with his limp cock. 

Ren hears the camera man tell you to keep your knees to your chest. Phasma praises you and he opens his eyes to see you. You’re playing with his cum, rubbing his cum all over your cunt and mound. 

“Fuck yeah.” A crew member whispers when you scoop Ren’s cum dripping from your fucked hole up to your lips. You made a moaning sound as you tasted it, licking your lips seductively as the camera pans over to your face.

You walk out of the shower, thanking god that Phasma was a saint when it came to her workers. She had a shower installed in the dressing rooms. You really didn’t want to go home with cum dripping out of you. Your manager had applaud to you and said Hard Ren just came because of you. 

Feeling amazing after the hot shower, you got dressed with the extra clothes your manager packed for you. Fixing your hair, you grabbed your phone, looking at the recent messages from your manager. You frowned because she had sent you a message saying that she was waiting for you in the parking lot then a few seconds later. She sent you a message saying there’s a surprise for you in the parking lot. 

You didn’t think much of it. You were still tired from having sex and you were starving. You just thought she was being like this because of the accomplishment you just did.

You walked to the exit still thinking about him, Ren. He was just as handsome in his videos and his cock was something to die for. You were feeling pretty good for making him cum. He looked so fucking hot cumming. 

Pushing the door open you walked to the parking lot and frowned when you saw your manager wasn’t there. 

“Hey.” You looked over your shoulder and saw Ren leaning against the building with a cigarette in his mouth. He’s wearing different clothes as well, dark jeans with boots and a graphic tee. He had a leather jacket on and his hair was damp. 

“Hi.” You answered back and he gave you a soft smile. 

“You hungry?” He asks, throwing the cigarette on the ground after blowing a puff of smoke. 

“Starving.” You tell him as he walks towards you. He bites his bottom lip and for a moment he looks a bit shy. 

“Me too. I know a place. Wanna come with me?” You nod at him and give him a smile. You start walking with him out of the parking lot when he tells you his first name, Kylo. 

New series alert!

Hi guys!

I have been thinking about writing new series on Kylo Ren x !Princess Reader, where the reader is also the last Sith sorceress. I am not sure whether or not you are familiar with the concept of Sith magic, however, I have had this idea for a long time now and the whole series is essentially mapped out already.

It would take you through the rise of Kylo Ren right after Ben Solo had turned to the dark side up until the events of the sequels, although it would not follow everything that happened in TFA, TLJ and TROS. You would be able to follow the story of the princess reader and her journey through learning about her abilities after a tragedy strucks her home planet and she is forced to flee from the grasp of the First Order and its Supreme Leader Snoke.

I don’t want to give away too much, but even I am excited to see how this story unfolds, so if you are interested in reading this story, do let me know in the comments or my inbox. I would be happy to give you a prologue by the end of the next week!

Sim, comandante (Kylo X Hux X Leitora)

-Resumo: Após ter seu coração partido pelo general Hux, o destino parece te favorecer de forma inusitada.

<-Alertas: linguagem explícita, sexo a três, dois homens e uma mulher, homem vestido X mulher nua, penetração dupla, sexo anal, má conduta no ambiente de trabalho,sexo hardcore, humilhação, uso inadequado da força, sexo como forma de vingança

-Palavras:3586.

Você só precisava de algo a mais com Hux além de sexo, mas a frieza e o egoísmo dele eram tão imensos que você não passava de um objeto desagradável na cama depois da transa. Depois de muito rastejar por migalhas de afeto, você decidiu terminar o que quer que esse relacionamento fosse, para o seu próprio bem. O que você não esperava é que ele surtasse e gritasse dezenas de ofensas em seu rosto, deixando claro o quanto você era estúpida por pensar que ele se importava, antes de te expulsar dos aposentos dele como se fosse uma intrusa. Você se trancou num dos banheiros de Starkiller tentando conter a avalanche de sentimentos que ameaçava se romper dentro de você. Vocês já brigaram antes, era você quem sempre o procurava e pedia desculpas, mas dessa vez foi demais. Ele passou dos limites.

Você não iria atrás dele.

Você repetiu para si mesma, olhando em seus olhos marejados no espelho, decidindo que ele pagaria por isso.

Após alguns minutos, você tentou se recompor, passando uma mão pelo cabelo e pelo uniforme levemente amassado. Respirando fundo,  você saiu do banheiro e foi em direção à sua própria sala, verificando seu datapad a cada segundo automaticamente, achando que talvez houvesse a chance de Hux estar tentando se comunicar, quem sabe para dizer que estava arrependido, somente para você o ignorar. 

Mas a cada segundo você se sentia mais estúpida, pois não havia nada. Sentada à mesa, você tentou se distrair com os relatórios a serem enviados à sua frente. Depois de alguns minutos a avalanche enfim cedeu, e as lágrimas rolaram soltas. Com ambas as mãos cobrindo o rosto, você percebeu que estava realmente apaixonada por Hux, e só o que queria era que fosse recíproco, mas nem isso o desgraçado foi capaz de te dar. Você estava tão imersa em sua dor que não percebeu quando passos furiosos se aproximaram e abriram a porta sem aviso prévio. Levantando os olhos e enxugando as lágrimas rapidamente, você se deparou com a imensa forma mascarada a poucos metros de distância.

Droga, com certeza isso não era bom sinal.

—Pois não, senhor comandante?— Você fungou, sua voz era baixa e desinteressada, você não estava afim de ouvir birras justo agora.

—Tínhamos uma reunião marcada e você não compareceu com seus relatórios. Por quê?

Seus olhos se arregalaram. Porra, você havia se esquecido completamente da maldita reunião. Você se encolheu na cadeira e cobriu o rosto de novo, negando com a cabeça. Hux estava ferrando com você até nisso.

—Eu lhe fiz uma pergunta, oficial.— Kylo disse, se aproximando.

Você se lembrou de com quem estava falando, seu coração quebrado não tinha importância agora, seu cargo estava em risco. Você retomou sua postura e limpou a garganta.

—Comandante, me desculpe, eu só… Eu … — As palavras não vinham, você não conseguia pensar numa desculpa aceitável, ainda que para Kylo Ren não existissem desculpas aceitáveis.— Eu acho que só me esqueci. Sinto muito, senhor.

Merda, se você for dispensada por causa de Hux você jura que vai matar esse filho de uma puta imprestável do caralho!

O comandante se aproximou mais, você poderia supor que por trás daquela máscara ele estaria te observando. Você então percebeu que seus punhos estavam cerrados e a mandíbula estava apertada de tanta raiva. Você tremia.

—O que há de errado com você, oficial? — A voz modulada era severa e curiosa.

Você bufou, a tristeza e o ódio estavam se confundindo em seu peito, mas o medo do comandante também havia encontrado espaço.

—Não, nada, senhor. Desculpe. — Você gaguejou—Vou providenciar os relatórios e… E encaminhar individualmente. Não há nada de muito importante a ser repassado.

Talvez fosse até melhor assim, você não queria ver o general novamente tão cedo.

Kylo chegou ainda mais perto, apoiando as mãos enormes em sua mesa. A proximidade te fez engolir em seco, sangue inundou seu rosto. —Pelo visto seus problemas pessoais com Hux estão interferindo em seu desempenho.

Você congelou, surpresa. Como ele poderia saber? Vocês faziam o possível para serem discretos e… Ah, claro. A força. Você se segurou para não desabar na cadeira.

—Eu poderia sentir do outro lado da galáxia raiva que sai de você, oficial. — Você ouviu o que parecia ser uma risada de desprezo. — Além do mais, não é difícil escutar vocês se divertindo na sala dele.

Droga, era só o que faltava para melhorar seu dia: ser descoberta por Kylo Ren, seu líder principal. Você se ajeitou na cadeira, seu corpo mal respondia aos seus comandos. Você tentou amenizar sua ira e vergonha, sua fala reverberou num tom triste. —Bom… Não há com o que se preocupar, senhor. Qualquer coisa que eu possa ter tido com Hux chegou ao fim, de qualquer forma.

O que era verdade, visto os acontecimentos das últimas horas. Mas encarar a máscara diretamente ainda era impossível, então você fixou seu olhar num risco qualquer da mesa, invejando a forma como desaparecia em sua insignificância. Você esperava que Kylo se retirasse, mas seu coração acelerou e um arrepio corroeu sua espinha ao notar que ele não havia mexido um músculo sequer.

—Então eu… Posso ajudar em algo mais, senhor?

— Você quer se vingar. Do general. Eu sinto.

A afirmação foi tão imediata, baixa e precisa que você piscou algumas vezes antes de absorver. Quando você tentou falar sua voz vacilou. —Não… Não é isso, eu… Jamais, senhor… Não estou conspirando e nem nada do tipo… Isso foi só… Você sabe, é… Um simples…

—Não. Você tem razão.

— O quê? Você se deu conta de que estava sem ar. Kylo rodeou a mesa e parou ao lado da sua cadeira. Ele não poderia estar falando sério.

—Eu disse que você tem razão em querer se vingar, oficial.

Você quase não acreditou no que ouviu.

Até que você se lembrou: Kylo e Hux se odiavam profundamente. Você já até o viu sufocar Hux com a Força algumas vezes. Claro, você e o comandante tinham agora um interesse em comum. Um brilho maléfico começou a surgir no fundo da sua mente. Mas logo você pensou que ele poderia estar somente testando a sua lealdade.

Melhor não arriscar.

—Olha, comandante, eu não acho que… —Silêncio. Levante-se.

Com sua mente gritando demais para qualquer raciocínio lógico te alcançar, você obedeceu, ainda de cabeça baixa. Kylo retirou a máscara e a depositou na mesa com um impacto pesado, você ficou sem fôlego pela milésima vez, segurando a curiosidade de descobrir como era aquele rosto desconhecido que você e seus colegas tanto imaginam. Você estava quase se dilacerando ao meio com tanta confusão borbulhando seu cérebro. Você entendeu que Kylo também queria ferir o general, mas a antecipação que atravessou sua espinha ao sentir uma mão enluvada em seu queixo, levantando seu rosto, iluminou uma vastidão de possibilidades de como vocês o fariam. Porque Kylo Ren era simplesmente lindo.

Com as pálpebras trêmulas você se embriagou em cada detalhe do homem que se elevava sobre você. O fogo naqueles olhos âmbar queimou até o último resquício de paixão que ainda restava e alimentou o vulcão de ódio em erupção que surgia em seu lugar. Enquanto observava a forma como as ondas negras acariciavam a pele pálida coberta de sardas, você suspirou e se derreteu sob a palma que vagou do seu queixo à sua bochecha, com dedos mergulhando e se entrelaçando em seus cabelos na nuca.

—Tanta confusão dentro de você, tanta raiva, tanta revolta… Deixe-me ajudá-la com isso.

Seu corpo se arrepiou quando a voz profunda te acariciou. Você não podia imaginar que o homem por trás de toda essa barreira poderia ser tão sedutor a ponto de te fazer quase flutuar em seu tom. Era como navegar num oceano sombrio de raiva contida, como se ele estivesse agitando as ondas, ditando sua força e te puxando para o fundo. Essa sim era a verdadeira avalanche que precisava ser liberta. Sua respiração ficou longa e profunda enquanto você absorvia a sensação. É isso. Você pensou. Você se entregaria ao inimigo declarado do general, com toda a sua ira.

De olhos fechados, você sussurrou: —Sim, comandante.

A mão em seu cabelo tensionou para trás fazendo seus lábios se entreabrirem, você arfou por ar quando a boca macia e quente de Kylo começou a beijar a pele do pescoço recém exposta. Você se desfez e lamentou baixinho, pequenos choques de prazer vagaram até seu sexo. Quando Kylo se afastou você o olhou nos olhos, e o que você encontrou foi perverso: seu próprio ódio refletido.

Isso era perfeito. Era o que você precisava. Você o puxou para um beijo feroz e ele te aceitou entre os braços musculosos, explorando como seu corpo era macio e flexível. Suas línguas lutavam uma contra a outra, suas mãos se perderam naquelas mechas selvagens, e em poucos segundos você já estava se despindo com a ajuda dele. Quando sua última peça de roupa caiu numa pequena pilha no chão, ele te virou e apoiou suas mãos na mesa. Você percebeu quando ele retirou as luvas de couro e tocou cada centímetro de pele das suas costas aos quadris. Seus mamilos se arrepiaram e logo também foram agarrados pelas mãos enormes e habilidosas do comandante.

—Então a garotinha do Hux me quer? — A voz vibrou próximo a sua orelha enquanto ele pegava seu lóbulo entre os dentes.

Você concordou com a cabeça, suas veias pareciam feitas de fogo líquido.

—Diz.

—Eu te quero, comandante. — Você suspirou. —Eu preciso de você dentro de mim.

Você ouviu um riso suave e sentiu os dentes dele beliscando sua mandíbula enquanto ele esfregava a protuberância contra suas costas.

—Eu pensei tanto em você… Mas o general não vai gostar nada disso.

Você se arqueou, adicionando mais pressão.

—Eu não me importo, comandante. Eu quero você.

Você realmente queria, precisava dele. Pela raiva, pelo erotismo de estar usando, e sendo usada por pura vaidade; pela atração despertada mediante um homem tão insanamente atraente, pela necessidade de se sentir desejada de novo nem que seja por um momento. Você estava completamente entregue, seu sexo encharcado doía por preenchimento. Kylo provavelmente estava saboreando não só seu corpo, você sabia, mas também os sentimentos intensos e furiosos que ele podia facilmente captar.

Liberando o pau das vestes, ele se alinhou a na sua entrada e agarrou a frente da sua garganta com força, finalmente se afundando. Sua boca se abriu em um grito mas o aperto em sua traqueia foi eficiente em contê-lo.

Kylo era grande em todos os sentidos, você se sentiu sendo aberta logo no primeiro impulso. A circunferência grossa te fez arder e se apertar ao redor. Apesar disso, você queria mais, cada vez mais.

Você jogou seus quadris com força contra os dele, Kylo rosnou e você quase engasgou com a pressão em sua garganta. O ritmo já se iniciou brutal, você esmagou suas mãos contra a mesa para se manter firme. Os grunhidos dele saíam misturados com xingamentos quase inaudíveis sobre o quão gostosa e apertada você era. Sua respiração estava entrecortada e fraca, os sons que você emitia eram gemidos estrangulados. A mão dele deixou seu pescoço e agarrou seu cabelo, os lamentos saíram livremente sem se importar em serem ouvidos. Kylo deu um tapa na sua bunda tão forte que certamente deixaria um hematoma por dias. Você estava delirando.

—Mais forte, comandante!

Você mal havia acabado de falar e ele puxou seu cabelo para trás, dobrando sua coluna num arco e quase encostando sua cabeça no peito largo dele, te deixando na ponta dos pés e te quebrando em outro tapa, ainda mais furioso. Você gritou e o encarou através dos cílios. Apesar do cabelo bagunçado em mechas cobrindo parte do rosto, você conseguiu ver a expressão de raiva e tesão enquanto ele metia mais e mais fundo. O olhar dele subiu da sua bunda para o seu rosto e ele perseguiu seus lábios num beijo rápido em meio aos impactos barulhentos de sua pélvis. Quando você menos esperava a mão em seu cabelo te empurrou contra a mesa e seu corpo desabou junto, o ângulo fez o pau atingir mais fundo e chegar no seu colo do útero, a mesa começou balançar furiosamente no ritmo ditado por ele.

A dor e o prazer aumentavam em conjunto, a satisfação de estar a mercê de Kylo Ren te fez ignorar qualquer consequência. Não importa, ele é o líder supremo, ele está acima de todos. Ele está acima de Hux!

Sua boceta se contraiu, você se firmou na mesa com força. Seria perfeito se você gozasse agora, mas ainda faltava um estímulo. Antes que você pudesse dizer qualquer palavra, um ruído vindo do lado de fora chamou sua atenção.

—Comandante…

Ele não pareceu se importar.

—Kylo! Tem alguém…

A porta se abriu, você se contorceu para olhar. Quando conseguiu, ficou sem palavras. Hux? Ele nunca sequer veio à sua sala, por que justo agora que…

—Olá, general. — Disse Kylo, com um sorriso audível sem parar de te foder.

Entre seus gemidos você encarou Hux, tentando focar em seu rosto enquanto seu corpo se balançava cruelmente. Ele estava paralisado, os olhos verdes arregalados e pregados na cena absurdamente inesperada diante dele. Além de surpresa, havia algo mais, você notou, algo que você já viu antes. Hux engoliu em seco e se manteve imóvel.

—Comandante Ren.

E então você percebeu onde havia visto aquele algo: alguns momentos atrás, no seu reflexo no espelho.

Um olhar de dor. Hux também sofreu, ao ponto de ter vindo te procurar em sua sala pela primeira vez. E com isso, você sorriu.

Kylo finalmente se retirou, e pelos cabelos ele te ergueu, te guiando ao contornar a mesa para que o general pudesse ver como um troféu o estado em que ele havia te deixado. Cada passo foi doloroso, ele estava sendo implacável com você. E você mancou, feliz em deixar isso evidente. 

Hux estava tremendo quando negou com a cabeça e sussurrou seu nome, te avaliando por inteiro, peito subindo e descendo desreguladamente. Você o encarou de volta, exausta, reparando um volume crescente em suas calças. O rosto pálido ficou corado mediante sua percepção.O ruivo apertou a mandíbula, mas não disse nada.

Você dobrou um joelho após o outro, sem tirar os olhos do general.

—Faça o que quiser, comandante.

Kylo se posicionou atrás de você quando você ficou de quatro, o pau agora roçando seu ânus, aproveitando a lubrificação que pingava da sua boceta. Você se preparou, sabendo que não seria fácil aguentá-lo.

—Eu sinto que você a quer, general. Não seja tímido. Ela é tão irresistível, e esse lindo cuzinho… — Sua bunda ondulou com a força de mais um tapa.— Parece perfeito.

Kylo estava apertando ambos os lados do seu quadril enquanto encaixava lentamente.

—Sua vadia nojenta. —A ofensa saiu como um lamento dos lábios de Hux, que finalmente se dirigiu a você.

Você sentiu o quanto ele estava confuso, o quanto a ira se misturava a excitação.

Que coisa, isso também era familiar.

Mas tudo o que você sentia agora era o prazer e a dor proporcionados pelo comandante abrindo você por trás pouco a pouco, a expressão do general servindo apenas de mero adereço à sua perversão. Você até chuparia o pau dele, se ele merecesse, o que não era o caso. Então você se empurrou mais contra o pau de Kylo, a sensação era de ser dolorosamente rasgada e aberta. Vocês gemeram juntos. O general não conseguiu resistir. Relutante, ele apalpou a ereção por cima da calça. Em poucos movimentos ele se posicionou abaixo de vocês, o pênis longo e pesado foi liberado e posicionado na sua boceta, que estava tão molhada que deslizou facilmente. O cabelo acobreado se desalinhou contra o chão e os olhos verdes se fecharam enquanto ele mergulhava no prazer e na humilhação de se enfiar em sua boceta dilacerada.

Você gritou e estremeceu, sem permitir que Hux entrelaçasse as mãos em sua cintura como ele tentou, ao invés disso você segurou as mãos dele no chão o e se firmou, jogando seu peso enquanto alavancava os impulsos no membro de Kylo. O comandante estava acelerando progressivamente e Hux quase não se movia, apenas respirava de forma desleixada, apertando os dentes. Talvez ele ainda esteja chocado, pobrezinho.

Seus nervos foram levados ao limite, ambos eram muito grandes e o revestimento entre seus buracos, muito fino. Você aguentava as estocadas de Kylo se segurando para não se desfazer e desabar em Hux. Sua pele escorregava de suor, seu cabelo estava espalhado com seu chacoalhar constante, provavelmente você estava uma bagunça total, mas não importava. A sinfonia dos gemidos desses dois homens fincados dentro de você, dilacerando, abrindo, violando você te corrompeu. Hux já não conseguia tirar os olhos dos seus seios se sacudindo, você sabia que ele estava ansioso por levá-los à boca mas você não daria esse privilégio. Nunca mais.

Você olhou por cima do ombro, seu cabelo se derreteu em suas costas com o movimento, e você vislumbrou o comandante em fúria, mordendo o lábio enquanto sentia seu cu apertando impossivelmente cada centímetro de seu membro pulsante. Você não podia imaginar como era a visão que ele tinha, mas parecia extremamente satisfatória, pelo jeito que ele quase sorria para si mesmo enquanto olhava o pau entrando e saindo rapidamente, alcançando lugares onde ninguém havia estado. O pau de Hux estava agora torturando seu colo do útero, ele estava prestes a gozar pela forma como fechou os olhos e jogou a cabeça para trás, as veias do pescoço dilatadas saltavam sob a pele avermelhada. Você se sentiu simplesmente incrível, como se uma lufada de poder preenchesse cada fibra de seu corpo subitamente.

—Não! Eu gozo primeiro!  —Você ordenou com o máximo de autoridade que sua voz embargada e entrecortada permitiu.

Uma sensação invisível estimulou seu clitóris, você fechou os olhos  e mordeu o lábio, incrédula com tamanho prazer. Você nem se importou com de onde estaria vindo tal influência.

Sim… Pelo menos para isso esses dois servem, te dar prazer.  

Kylo se curvou sobre você e virou seu rosto para um beijo, mas somente as línguas se entrelaçaram devido aos movimentos cruéis de seus corpo, os lábios roçavam abertos e  trocavam gemidos. Os impactos dele na sua bunda roubavam o ar de seus pulmões, era animalesco. Seu orgasmo se aproximou e você fincou as unhas nos pulsos de Hux, você viu quando algumas gotas da mistura de saliva pingaram no uniforme dele. Ele ondulava os quadris com fervor, o quase roçar dos membros dentro de você era divino. A rivalidade dos dois era sua agora, você era a protagonista, a receptora, e você estava aguentando tudo com louvor. Ninguém jamais te quebraria, nem dois dos homens mais sombrios da galáxia.

O orgasmo te atingiu numa onda de calor, seus espasmos levaram os dois à loucura ao sentirem seu corpo vibrar e pulsar internamente, resultando neles meterem em ritmos egoístas e explosivos. Você foi destruída, seus gritos certamente foram ouvidos por toda  Starkiller. Você se firmou com seus joelhos e punhos doloridos para não se desfazer diante o raio de tesão e dor que te atravessou dos pés à cabeça. Hux gozou logo em seguida, urrando e enchendo sua boceta por completo. Kylo deu mais alguns impulsos e terminou por último, trêmulo, despejando bem fundo sua carga grossa e quente em lugares inacessíveis.

Quando os dois se retiraram de você, seu esgotamento quase te derrubou. Seus ossos do quadril pareciam separados, suas genitais estavam arruinadas e suas pernas tremiam. Mas ainda assim você se levantou e se firmou, com dificuldade mas segura, seguida por Kylo e Hux. Mancando, você se encaminhou até a mesa novamente e sentou na cadeira, nua e com a mente em fogos de artifício. Os dois homens pálidos vestidos de preto à sua frente ainda estavam se recompondo, os suspiros cansados dos três preenchiam o silêncio da sala. Pelos olhares deles em você, eles pareciam esperar que você ao menos se vestisse. Kylo vestiu as luvas e tirou o cabelo grudado da testa, Hux abriu a boca para falar algo mas desistiu.

Você viu uma lágrima solitária escorrendo de um dos olhos verdes, enfeitando uma expressão de nojo e ódio. Você não se importou, já derrubou muitas daquelas.

E não derrubaria mais nenhuma. 

Você lidaria com as consequências de ter transado com seus chefes em alto e bom som de cabeça erguida. Afinal você acabou de usar os dois.

Você conteve um riso e ambos pareceram surpresos, ainda te olhando.

Fodam-se eles.

O suor em seu corpo te fez deslizar no assento, seus órgãos vazando sêmen se contorceram de dor com o movimento, mas você agiu como se nada tivesse acontecido e começou a rever seus relatórios, em toda sua glória. Você decidiu então que sim, foi você quem os usou e queria saborear isso sozinha. Olhando-os com desdém evidente, sua malícia era óbvia.

—Comandante, certifico que estarei presente nas próximas reuniões. Hux, nunca mais entre na minha sala. Agora, por favor, façam a gentileza de dar o fora porque eu tenho muito trabalho a fazer.

Ambos se entreolharam, sem questionar. Kylo deu de ombros e recolocou a máscara, bufando antes de sair. Hux ainda ficou te olhando por alguns segundos e depois na direção em que Kylo se foi, esperando que você fizesse ou dissesse algo, mas você o ignorou. Quando ele finalmente saiu, você afundou na cadeira. E riu, vitoriosa.

can’t stop thinking about this :( wish ben solo was real

nervous neighbor ⟶ ben solo

description ⌙ you're back at home from university, living with your parents for the summer because it's cheaper than trying to pay for an apartment while on a student's salary. but after you meet the new neighbor's son, ben solo, you're not so sure it's worth it.

pairing ⌙ neighbor!ben solo x f!reader

warnings ⌙ inebriated reader & ben, they're smoking weed and being petty together, mean!ben because when do i not make him a bit mean, ben jokingly attempts to solicit reader, reader has a blatant sort of fascination with ben, ben has severe blatant yearning for reader, reader is described to need a belt to wear ben's pants (don't question me it comes up), some high kisses (they're so fun oops), somewhat getting caught, tiny little bitty cliffhanger, ben's personality is totally based off this brent faiyaz song lmao

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— request (frl especially for ben/kylo) | masterlist

i love the idea of neighbor!ben so ofc i had to put my thoughts into a little fic! if anyone is interested... i wouldn't be mad at making this a series. i love neighbor!ben!

the sun is low in the sky, casting a warm and appreciated golden glow on the world around you. you revel in the sanctity of the suburban environment as you step outside your front door. the rays burn into your exposed shoulders, spaghetti straps lightly digging into the skin.

the fragrant scent of freshly cut grass hangs heavy in the air, leaving an earthy flavor in your mouth. you pull at the hem of your shorts, feeling the soft fabric brush against your exposed thighs as you make your way to the black mailbox straight ahead.

you flip through bills and junk mail, all in your parent's name for a minute before you hear the unmistakable rev of a car engine approaching. the engine seems to purr the closer it gets, and you're all too familiar with the sound. you feel glued to your spot as it approaches.

soon enough, ben solo's sleek aston martin swerves into his driveway, coming to a stop just a few feet away from his closed garage door. you watch as he gets out of the car, his dark hair falling messily over his forehead, and meets your gaze with his severe brown eyes.

there’s something about the way he looks at you that causes your heart to race. the sensation is unwanted or, at least, you tell yourself it is.

he looks like he always does; clad in dress pants and a pristine button-up, face etched with subtle haughtiness, and pink lips curved into a deliciously heretical grin. the previous sanctity you felt dissipates as his stare beats down on you, hotter and more all-consuming than the sun above.

"neighbor." he anoints, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "how much allowance are mommy and daddy giving you for checking their mail?"

"very funny," you retort, eyes rolling, "maybe they're drawing from the same funds your parents did when they bought you that ridiculous car."

you liked playing this game with ben. where he attempts to seem as if he's got something over you, some unspoken win. as if you're not both twenty-somethings still living with your parents.

he does have an actual retirement plan type job though, so, perhaps, he has you beat in some areas.

he works full-time, a fact you learned after dinner with your parents and his. brought up by your parents so they could dote on him— effectively buttering up han and leia further. the ass-kissing earned the family privileges to their in-ground pool though.

he's pretty prestigious, unfortunately. ben organa-solo, the youngest associate at his legal firm. he apparently had over forty offers of employment before he ever even looked at the bar exam.

he's doing well, sure— but the sheer fact that he still lives with his parents is enough to quell your nuanced jealousy. somewhat.

"my db-nine can never be called ridiculous. do you know the specs on this car?" he taunts, opting to lean against his aforementioned car.

you begin to turn away from him, not willing to go into a conversation regarding his stupidly expensive automobile. you can feel your ears warming as you try to ignore him, but ben is relentless, as usual, "you know, you really should relax a little, i'm only joking, kid.."

"excuse me?" you snap, fronting him again and crossing your arms defensively, "i am plenty relaxed, solo. thank you very much."

in truth, you haven't been relaxed or even casual since the organa-solo's moved in eight months ago. wealthy and recently retired, leia and han are amusing, charming, and almost constantly travelling.

the pair managed to befriend your parents the second they moved in. bringing over a plate of brownies, the duo easily meshed with your parents, making for countless dinners, conversations, and visits between the two homes.

the opposite can be said for ben and you. when you finally met him, a few weeks after his parents moved in, it was because he was yelling at your dog for 'purposely' pissing on one of his tires. since then, you haven't exactly seen eye to eye.

"mhm, of course," he drawls sarcastically, "that's why you're always so wound up,” he’s smirking now, "you ever thought about smoking a joint or something? might help you chill out."

"really?" you scoff, raising an eyebrow, "that's your solution? drugs?" you choose to ignore his quip about you being tightly wound. as if he's not— you've seen him after work, he always looks tense, shoulders tight. at the recollection of his job title makes you almost comment on his choice of illegal activity, but you stop yourself.

maybe this was his vice after hours of listening to legal jargon?

"i'm just offering a suggestion. i've got pot and an empty house." his voice is biting, holding his hands up defensively, "take it or leave it, kid."

your mind is wrought with confusion over his words. in the few months you’ve known him, you would have never thought he’d be suggesting what he is.

ben solo, who drives an aston martin, only wears button-ups or suits, and is always willing to make you look or feel idiotic, is trying to convince you to smoke pot with him.

you worry for a brief second if you’re deluded.

you would have never suspected the famed judiciary to unwind in such a way.

no, your first guess would have been whiskey, or maybe something a bit more scandalized and indecent. you try to shake that idea out of your head.

"fine," you blurt it out before you can stop yourself, surprising both you and the arrogant figure in front of you.

"seriously?" ben questions, his eyes widening in apprehension. "you're actually going to do it?"

"yeah, solo," you shrug, drawing out the first word, trying to sound more resolved than you feel, "nothing i haven’t done before."

"okay, cheech," he mutters, grinning wickedly, "let me smoke you out."

you follow him into his house, heart pounding in your chest. you're familiar with the layout— almost identical to your own home, only nicer. everything is nicer.

the air inside is cool and smells faintly of lavender, mixed with something decadent you can’t quite place. glancing around the space, you take it all in. it feels different now that you're alone with ben. less homey and more belly of the beast.

there are windows everywhere, letting in an abundance of natural light despite the evident tint. the furniture is modern and obviously hand-picked though comfortable and no doubt, expensive.

you try to make yourself cozy on the couch, tucking your legs underneath you. ben disappears for a moment and returns with a tray, a red grinder, a lighter, and a baggie of green herbs.

your hands go clammy as you watch him grind it down. you try to wipe them on your pants, hoping he doesn’t notice.

he doesn’t seem to, instead beginning to roll a joint, packing the herb down with his thumb. his movements, precise and hypnotic. he's defiling all previous conclusions you had of him. he’s sure, magnetic, and undeniably confusing.

“ready?” he asks, holding the rolled paper out to you. you nod, and he lights up the twisted end, inhaling deeply before passing it over to you.

you place the joint to your lips, feeling the warmth of the light spark grazing your fingers. the earthy plant kindles with a soft crackle, and you inhale deeply. smoke fills your lungs, coiling inside you.

the cloudy smoke immediately hits your entire sinus system, choking you on its descent down.

you cough and ben laughs, “shit, take it slow, kid.” he huffs, before handing you a tepid water bottle, no question he figured you'd wind up coughing a lung.

you drink gratefully, feeling the water cleanse your burning throat. you look at ben, who’s watching you intently.

your eyes are watery and slightly hazy, but ben has never look better. eyes red and low, posture easy with one arm behind his head, and faint pink flush.

“what?” you ask, self-conscious. the room seems to swirl around as ben sits beside you, close enough that you can feel the heat of his body.

"nothing, neighbor," his stare is mocking, "do you feel relaxed yet?" he asks with a smirk.

you give him a meager thumbs-up, suddenly lightheaded and giggly. your thoughts are wondering to ben's pretty lips, but your mouth remains whetted and silent. adorning thoughts remaining within your capricious mind.

the tension in your body melts away, and you lean back against the couch cushions, letting out a deep sigh. ben's hand brushes against yours to steal the joint away, and you feel the heat of his touch all the way to your toes. it's as if the world has narrowed down to just the two of you, and nothing else exists.

“are you cold?” he asks, taking a drag, dress shirt sleeves rolled up, leaving his arms on full display.

you look at him, bewildered for a second, and he continues with an eye roll, “you’re shivering.”

looking down at your body, you note that you indeed are. either from the weed or the proximity you have to your novel neighbor.

with a gentle breath, you reply, “i guess.”

he holds the joint with his lips as he stands to look down at you, “c’mon i’ve got blankets in my room.”

you look up at him, unsure of what to say, but find yourself bobbing in agreement. you follow him upstairs, the both of you languid in reaching the destination. when you do finally get to his room, you note the array of muted jewel tones and dim light, different than the rest of the house.

ben keeps his blinds partially closed and curtains that mostly fall in front of them. his bed is huge, pristine white sheets and an inviting navy bedspread.

you watch as he pulls out a thick woolen blanket from his closet and spreads it over your shoulders. you feel the weight of it settle over you, cocooning you in warmth.

"better?" he asks, voice low.

you nod again, feeling the hazy ardor of the drug swimming through your body. everything feels fuzzy, and for the first time you don't feel so out of place with ben.

he takes a seat beside you on his all too comfortable bed, the aroma of his pomelo-scented cologne filling your senses. you discern it's probably dangerous in some way to be alone with ben like this, but you can't seem to bring yourself to care or reason why.

you let yourself peer into his large and expansive open closet. clothes, mostly suits and dress shirts, hang neatly on identical black hangars. he's tidy. the fact feels unmistakable, and you think you should already know just by the way he carries himself.

ben's voice interrupts your absent mind, "anything you like?"

you look back at him, leaning up against the headboard of his bed, joint billowing smoke from its rested position in his fingers. he looks less severe like this, less perfect, more mortal.

you're certain the drug has taken effect now because when you move to get closer to him, it feels as if you're floating.

you take the joint from him, stealing another hit before replying, "you just have a lot of suits. i wonder if you own anything besides them. i've never seen you in anything but."

"is this one of your long-winded jokes?" he briefly closes his eyes, but you can see them roll through his lids, "because if so, i'll kick you out. i won't hesitate to send you back to your house, neighbor."

snorting, you take yet another hit of the joint, "i did see something i liked, actually." you confess, your drugged mind deciding to be just a bit genuine.

he hums, "really? i've never seen you in a suit, or anything formal."

the sentence sounds stupid coming out of ben's mouth, but you chalk it up to his tipsy state, "maybe you will. one day."

your reply sounds equally as dumb, but you feel good, and you're actually having a conversation with ben. one that doesn't involve him undermining you or snickering at what you're saying.

"really? wanna try mine on? for practice." ben is smirking, eyes narrow, searing, and bloodshot.

you give him a ditzy look, joint still dangling from your fingers, "whatever, solo."

ben lets out a genuine giggle at that, and in your inebriated state, you smile at the sound. his dimples are on full display as he leans further into his cushioned headboard, eyes glazed and focused purely at you, "i'll pay, if you do."

his face is gentle, almost winsome, but the words that tumble out of his mouth sound murky— riddled with a slight hint of hunger. for what exactly? you're not sure.

your lips contort into a frown before you reply, "you'll pay me to put on your clothes? god, ben how much did you smoke?"

you mean for your words to come off as a joke, easy and light. instead, it comes out as timid and shy. you'd normally feel a tinge of embarrassment but either the drug or ben's starved stare makes the would-be feeling detach from your mind.

"enough." he shrugs, answering your rhetorical question, "i've got five hundred in my wallet right now," he pauses, leaning over to you and grabbing the joint, fingers brushing against yours, "and i want a show."

your mind seems to blank for a second, leaving you to blink your dry, red eyes in front of him. when the small wave of shock subdues, you reply, "i don't know how to give you a show."

ben shakes his head slightly, his eyes still set on yours, “yeah you do. swear it's not hard, kid.”

“says you,” you giggle, “but i’ll try on your clothes. for the money.”

he breathes in, contented, “for the money.”

without much more thought, you rise from his plush bed and make way for the closet. it's big enough to be another room, a stark contrast from your own closet, and it smells of his citrusy cologne merged with the lavender scent throughout the home. you find it comforting.

you look back over your shoulder, ben's watching you intently from his seated position, "what should i start with, solo?"

he hums before replying, "your pick, neighbor. what's mine is yours."

you can't help the dorky smile that graces your lips at his sentiment, even though you know he's being flippant. you hastily turn away from him, hiding your weak-willed reaction.

taking a deep breath, you begin to rummage through his wardrobe. your fingers brush against the luxurious fabric of his suits before settling on a satin black button-up that looks silky smooth to the touch.

you grab it and turn around to face ben, who's now standing and walking towards you, his eyes fixed on the shirt in your hand.

"that's a good choice," he says, his voice low and husky, "you'll look better in it than i do."

you roll your eyes at his comment but can't help the warmth that shoots through your body at his words. you quickly slip it over your cropped tank, eager to see it on.

as you're buttoning it up, you feel his swarthy eyes on you, watching your every move. you can't help but feel giddy with his ardent gaze and your own euphoric state of mind.

as you finish up the last button, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the ornate mirror hung upon one of the closet walls. you look decadent in his pompous shirt.

the feeling of contentment that washes over you is startling.

it's a beautiful cut of fabric, but it's the way it represents the achieved man behind you that has you stalling. you notice ben's breath hitch as he takes in the sight of you.

"i was right. it looks much better on you." he says, his voice rough.

you grin at him, feeling a newfound confidence wash over you, "is that right, solo?" you question, your demeanor one of leisure.

without warning, ben steps forward, right hand coming to rest on your shoulder as he leans down to you, "here," he says, his breath hot against your ear, "you missed the first button."

his fingers dance at your chest, fastening the skipped button. you fight a smile at the act, keening at his rash action. high ben is certainly less sardonic than sober ben, finding a nice middle ground at graceful teasing.

"you pick the pants, and grab a belt so that they'll fit." you smile.

he hums, pulling away and trifling through his clothes. his nimble fingers card through various pairs of slacks, settling on a matching black pair.

he turns on his heels, facing you. he raises his brows, a silent request for you to take the pants. when you do, his hands begin to fumble with his belt.

your eyebrows scrunch in confusion, "what are you doing?"

"i want you to wear this one. just let me play dress up with you, doll." his black locks are falling into his eyes.

you huff out a weak chuckle, focused on his action and new endearment. when the belts slides away from him, you notice the way his slacks droop slightly.

with a curt and nervous smile, you slide up the dark pants, fitting his belt around your hips afterward.

you study yourself in the mirror, opting to tuck the shirt into the pants messily— an attempt to somewhat display your waist.

ben comes up behind you, hands resting on your shoulders, humming into the top of your head, "i quite like you this way. ever thought about getting an office job for me?"

you give him a sarcastic pout, "for you?"

he smiles, canines showing, "yeah, doll, just for me."

you're dizzy at his words, "yeah, then who'd watch my parent's house all day? it's a full-time job being a stay-at-home daughter, you know."

ben groans a bit at your words, "that makes you sound like a little brat, you know." he drawls out the last two words, mocking.

you smirk, facing him now, lips becoming level with his when he leans down to stare into your eyes, "my mom calls me a brat sometimes. she says i'm never going to find someone acting like one," you pause for a beat, "d'you agree, ben?"

at the emphasis of his first name he sighs and lets his hands fall to your waist, "i agree that you're a fuckin' brat," he cranes his head closer, breath brushing against your lips, "but i don't think i mind very much."

your eyes flutter against your better judgment, and ben takes an evident note of the fact. his hands tighten at your waist, fingers digging in possessively. you feel a beat of caution before it flies away from your resolution. you press forward just as he does the same, lips meeting in a slow, heady, absolutely exalting kiss.

ben's fingers dig into you, timidly pulling you further into him. you crumble at his touch, hands fisting into his hair as he deepens the kiss further. he tastes of sweet honey and sunlight that fills you with warmth and affection.

you're both weakly fighting for more— an incessant craving for each other that quickly overtakes your common sense. the looming man continues to cast an unbreakable spell with each aching kiss as his gentle hands caress every inch of exposed skin on your body.

you let his hands fumble with the buttons of the borrowed shirt, slowly slipping it away from you. it brushes past your shoulders, and ben breaks the hungry kisses to trail sloppy ones on your exposed neck.

you're lost in the feeling of him— all-consuming. neither one of you willing to be pulled back to reality— but eventually you both have to break away from one another with heavy breaths and flushed cheeks. ben looks down at you with an amused grin on his face before planting a chaste kiss on the top of your head.

you hum and he mutters against you, "you like that? hm?"

"duh," you steal a glance up, "feels s'nice." there's a stupid grin stuck to your face.

"you taste so good, doll," he places a teasing kiss at the dip at the bottom of your neck, "and your lips are so fucking soft."

you give him a questioning look, lips upturned, "really? sounds wild coming from the same man that just called me a brat."

he hums darkly, "you being a brat," he places another kiss to your exposed neck, "just makes this little game of ours more interesting," one of his hands lifts your chin, pulling you closer, "c'mere, kid."

his lips are back on yours, less languid and with much more fervor. you feel so full in his arms. divinely entangled in the coveted luxury of ben organa-solo.

suddenly, you hear commotion from downstairs, drugged mind abruptly anxious.

"what's that?" your voice is barely above a whisper.

ben growls, "fuck— i'm sorry doll, i think my parents are home." you catch the faint flush on his cheeks.

you bite your lip, concerned, "but... i'm high. and wearing your clothes."

ben is about to say something else when the deep baritone of han solo's voice booms from behind his closed bedroom door, "come on out, son. the neighbor's are over for dinner. their daughter should be here soon," han's voice drops a bit, "and try to ease up on the flirting this time, okay?"

you stifle an uninhibited giggle, earning a glare from ben.

"yeah, sure. just let me get out of my work clothes," he peers down at you, eyes wicked, "don't want them to think it's all i own."

your eyes widen at his subtle dig, and he seems to revel in your amusement.

han grumbles something back before leaving. your breathing is erratic for a good few seconds. ben's hands remain on you, gentle grin on his lips.

"you heard the man. dinner." his voice is low, and you fight the urge to pull him into another kiss. the thought of more than kissing weighing heavily on your stoned mind.

your reply knocks the smile off of his face, "how are you going to explain the fact i'm already with you and high off my ass?"

he groans, head falling into the crook of your neck, "shit."