**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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It really sucks not being able to train or workout. The days are long. The rest of the knights, including Master, go off on a mission for the first three days. The only people you see are Drac and Kuruk, who's body is still deemed unfit for duty for another couple days. While it's nice to have a bed to yourself for a few days, it's a little lonely. When you aren't training your mind with Kuruk, you're just laying around the quarters.
At the end of the second day, you find yourself bored and frustrated. You have yet to get control over individual objects without Kuruk's help. Once you sense them, you can manipulate them. But the first step stumps you every time. Freshly showered and wrapped in a towel, you tiptoe down the hallway, looking for some relief.
Taking a deep breath, you knock lightly on his door.
"Come in, Ducky."
The door slides open to reveal Kuruk in the exact situation you are, wet and wrapped in a towel. He just looks at you with his eyebrow popped up. You step into his room, letting the door shut behind you.
"Well?" he says flatly, waiting for you.
You sigh. "Please teach me. Please! I'm so tired of my own fingers."
He presses his lips together, clearly amused at you. "No. But, I guess I can do it whenever you want to... Maybe you'll pick up on some techniques."
You bite your lip. "You guess?"
He gives you a smirk, and nods his head toward the bed. You climb up quickly, letting the towel drop to the floor.
Kuruk spends nearly two hours between your legs. He uses several techniques on your clit, changing the pressure, the speed of the vibration, the pinpoint of the blob of shadow. He wasn't kidding about his fingers last week. He expertly hits your most sensitive areas inside your throbbing, dripping core.
It only takes two orgasms to leave you sweaty and shaking, laying on his bed. But he doesn't stop there. Over and over again he takes away the pressure when your clit is screaming, and brings it back again with expert skill. You can't focus enough to even begin to try to figure out how he's doing it.
Eventually, he comes up from one of your countless orgasms, shaking out his hand that was just inside you. He looks nearly as tired at you feel.
"Are you gonna fuck me, or what? I can't take much more!" your tired, breathless voice is barely above a whisper.
He stares at you while he licks your juices off his fingers. You whimper. "Well, since you asked so nicely." he shrugs
He starts to crawl on top of you, but you stop him, extracting yourself. "Let me. Let me ride you."
Without arguing, he sits down on the bed, his back propped up on pillows against the wall. You climb on top of his lap, straddling his hips, and lining his hard cock, dripping with precum, with your entrance.
