**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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Chewing on your cheek, grumbling internally, you stand outside Master's door. Your armor and helmet are splattered in dried blood, you're hair is dirty with old sweat, even your weapon is still in your hand, gripped tight. You knock on the metal door with your knuckles, and it opens quickly. Really quickly. Like he knew you were there and was just waiting for you to knock.
He's wearing his tight black under pants, and nothing else, his hair a little messy like he was wearing his helmet all day and evening. But his eyes are feverish, like he's been anxious for hours. When you step inside his quarters, his gaze takes you in, resting on your cleaned, bladed club the longest. When he looks back at your visor, his lips purse together just slightly, the center of his eyebrows coming together, a teeny tiny whimper leaving his throat.
"Covered in the blood of your enemies."
"They were not my enemies." You say in a flat tone.
"You're a Knight of Ren. Most of the galaxy is your enemy. And stop that."
"Stop what?"
"Chewing on your cheek."
You frown. "How do you-?"
He grabs your wrist, pulling you along toward the hallway. It feels strange. Like he's excited for you to be here, but not in the way you expect. You stumble along before getting your footing.
"Come on. Let's shower."
Your roll your eyes at him under your helmet.
"I saw that."
Your mouth falls open. "What the fuck kind of sorcerer are you?!"
He doesn't let go of your wrist until you're in his refresher and he turns the water on to get warm. Then he spins around, taking in your soiled armor and helmet. He actually bites his bottom lip when he brings his hands up to remove your helmet, slowly revealing your face.
"Tell me why you're upset. Kururk said you did excellent on the mission."
You can't help the upturning of your lips at that. Kylo keeps going, slowly unzipping your jacket, taking your club out of your hand and dropping it to the floor with your helmet. He stares at your body while he undresses you, his eyes roaming your skin, eager to touch it.
"The main reason I'm upset is because you sent a public message demanding my presence in your private quarters. You outed me."
"I told you not to keep secrets."
You huff, holding your arms up to let him peel off your sweaty, long sleeve under shirt. You watch him bend down and remove each boot, letting his hands roam your legs as be pulls your armored pants down. You're focused on his eyes, confused by his mood- his energy.
"Is there anything I can say to get you to open up a little right now?"
He doesn't look up at you. "You may ask a question. I can sense the burning in your mind."
