The Final Order (Kylo Ren x Reader)

Nothing to be Nervous About

CHAPTER NOTES: Did somebody order a wedding dress? Zuhair Murad, Spring 19, look 49

Also, for the Knights' wedding drip, we're not talking suit and ties. Think anything from Rad Hourani's unisex Collection #7 for Fall/Winter 2011/12. I think this is what a "suit" would look like in the SW verse.

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"Kylo—oh my fucking gods. Right fucking there."

Earlier, Kylo had asked you to come see him that evening to talk about your concerns about the wedding. But funnily enough, when you'd gone to see him, you hadn't done much talking. In fact, you'd returned to his quarters every single night in the week following the incident in the study.

And it never started with talking.

Usually, it started with Kylo's hands grasping for your body as soon as you walked through the door. Or alternatively, if he was still working, you'd yank him out of his office and start kissing his neck until he gave into you, deciding you were more important, and his work would still be there in the morning.

You didn't remember how this particular evening had started. And you didn't care. Because currently, you were on your hands and knees on top of his mattress, pushing your ass back against him as he pounded into your cunt, fingers white-knuckling your hips to yank you to meet each thrust.

Your hair was thrown over one shoulder as you craned your neck to look up at him, eyes wide and pleading and expectant. He was biting down on his lower lip, brow drawn in focus as he fucked you as fast as his hips could move. The scar was still there—splintered through his lower abdomen on one side. But it looked better than ever. Kylo looked better than ever.

And he never looked better than when he was fucking you.

"Kylo—I'm so close."

He wrapped a hand around your hair, wrenching you upright so his lips were at the shell of your ear. You could feel your ass bouncing against his thighs as he fucked you from behind. Not to mention the piercing waves of pleasure spearing your body.

"Want to feel you cum all over this cock, Princess. You're so pretty when you cum for me."

"Fuck!" you sputtered, feeling your body become overtaken by deep trembles. Your thighs quivered as Kylo's thrusts and the Force circling your clit plummeted you towards your orgasm, ass writing against Kylo's hips as you came forcefully with his cock inside you.

Kylo growled in response, eyes drinking you in as he admired your body—seized in pleasure. "Fuck," he hissed, releasing you and allowing you to collapse against the mattress. Pinning his hands on either side of your head, Kylo pressed his stomach against your back, holding your hips up enough so he could still pound into you without you having to be on all fours.

His pace quickly accelerated and you moaned and whimpered, knowing he was close. As if on cue, Kylo released himself inside of you with a growl, pumping you full of cum and biting into your shoulder. You loved how terrifyingly animalistic he sounded when he climaxed, and you loved the way he slowly rocked his hips against you as he came down from his high.

You were still trembling as he rolled off of you. He sighed heavily as he flopped onto his back. But you'd been doing this every night for a week, now, and you knew what to do when Kylo lied down. Struggling through your trembles, you weakly raised yourself enough to turn around and flop down onto his chest.

Immediately, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, stroking your bicep gently.

"Such a good girl," he breathed.