**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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"Why are you wearing so much clothing?" Vicrul groans into your neck.
You scoot back, purposefully rubbing your ass on his half-hard cock. It's always half-hard. "These are my clothes. My pajamas!"
"It's been four days. Shouldn't the novelty have worn off my now?"
You arch your back. "Nope."
His hand, resting on your upper arm, squeezes your muscles, still sore from training. "You tease me one more time and I'll rip your precious pajamas off with my fucking teeth."
You snicker, planning to call him on his bluff. "You can't be that horny, you masturbate in the shower at least once a day."
He bites the muscle connecting your neck and shoulder, you bend your arm at the elbow and slap him in the face. He scoffs at you.
"You masturbate in the shower at least once a day. I can hear you whispering." He does a high pitched, mocking tone of your voice, "oh, Master! Please fuck me Master! Let me suck your cock, Master!"
Your face grows hot. "Shut the fuck up, Vicrul."
He chuckles, his hot breath leaving goosebumps on your skin. "Is that why you've adopted celibacy? Holding out for the top-tier goods?"
You really, really don't want to answer that. And you're absolutely positive he knows the answer already. So you go back to teasing.
"When was the last time you had sex, Vic? I haven't seen any women around here, or smelled perfume on your sheets."
It's difficult to ignore the desire coursing through you- and him. It's been torture sleeping in his bed every night, meditating alone and unsupervised with Kuruk, training with Ap'lek. Even Ushar's annoying obsession with smacking your back has been getting you worked up. Not to mention Trudgen's lingered touches under the table at meals. You've only seen Master three times, and all three times you were unbelievably distracted by him. Watching his body move, knowing what the rippling muscles look like under his padded tunic, how his hair feels in your hands. His only tell is that his gaze lingers on you a little longer than he should. That's it. And it's driving you insane.
You wiggle your ass back again, feeling his hardness through both of your clothes. You call Vicrul on his bluff, and now he follows through with his threat.
"Shit!"
He flips you over onto your back, climbing on top of you and pinning you down under his strong thighs. The only light in the room is from the small projected clock from the datapad on the nightstand. You can see his eyes glinting, and his shadowed form, but not much else.
He left your hands free, and you're about to shove him off, but then his hands grab your wrists and bed your arms over your head. Then you feel a small, concentrated spot of dark, cold energy, of shadow. And you're wrists are locked together and pinned down right over your head. Your mind freezes for just a second, forgetting your abilities. You feel trapped. And it feels good.
