**WARNING: Explicit content. Violence. Smut. **
Knights of Ren/Kylo Ren X Reader
Y/N is a waitress at a shady cantina on Corellia. She's perfectly able to take care of herself, but strange things happen around her when she's upset or angry. She has...
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Well, you did make an agreement with Trudgen just hours ago. And begged Ap'lek to fuck you just moments ago. But, fuck, you're tired. Your muscles ache, your throat dry, eyes heavy. Yet, here you stand, in Trudgen's pristine bedroom, body full of electricity despite your setbacks.
Trudgen just stepped into the refresher for a shower, he really was sweaty. As soon as you hear the water running, you think about going there, joining him in the small stall. It takes you a moment to remember why you're nervous. You weren't nervous with Ap'lek. Although, he kind of lulled you into arousal without you really knowing until it was too late.
Trudgen's words from earlier bounce around in your head. 'Would you break my heart?' What the fuck?! You barely know each other. For all you know, he's a dud in the sack. You doubt it, but...you don't really know. Did he just say that? Or does he think you could, someday, really mean something to him? Your mind wanders back to all of the hand holding, and the first night, when you scouted together and he laid against you to keep you warm while you slept. It all seems very...soft. Very much unlike a Knight of Ren. Ap'lek too, felt very soft. Kind. It doesn't really make sense. They are mass murderers. They enjoy torturing victims to death. It's... a little scary. Even for you. And here's Trudgen, basically asking you not to hurt his feelings.
You jump from your frozen stance, ripping your shirt over your head and yanking your soaking wet underwear down. Fuck it. I really want him. You wonder if he'll ask the same question that Ap'lek did, or if he'll just assume you held out for him alone...although, you and Ap'lek didn't technically have sex. But he specifically asked if any of the others had tasted you...touched you.
The door opens and steam rolls out. You steel yourself, taking a deep breath, then yank open the glass door of the shower. He knew you were coming. He's standing under the water, facing you, hard cock in hand, palming himself lazily while eyes search your body.
You step in, and he grips your cheeks forcibly, yanking you to his face. His lips are warm and soft, but he immediately thrusts his tongue between your teeth, desperate, like he's been waiting for you for years, not days. You get breathless in a matter of seconds, hardly able to breath the steamy air through your nose. His hands roam your back, your hips, knead your ass, pulling you closer into his chest.
You pull back, gasping. "Trudgen..."
He gives you an evil smirk. "Ducky..."
The name doesn't annoy you now. Not anymore. You can be his Ducky- maybe all of theirs. But you can't help but feel a little guilty about how the change was made.
Trudgen shuts off the water and picks you up against his chest in a tight hug as he walks to his bedroom. Instead of throwing you on the bed, which is what you expected, he slams your back against the cold, metal wall, making you gasp. You're eternally grateful that Ap'lek took the pain from the bruise on your back. His fingers dig painfully into your thighs, right under your ass, and you wrap your dripping feet around his waist, moaning when he starts sucking and biting on your neck.
