**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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"Hey." A hand shakes your shoulder gently. You groan, nuzzling your face into the warm leather of Kuruk's shoulder.
"I know you're tired, Ducky. But this is the knights life. You have to get up. We have a job to do."
You can't even peel your eyes open. It feels as though you just shut them less than a second ago. But you climb off of Kuruk on shaky, tired legs, sitting back down in the copilot chair, yawing and rubbing your eyes. You blink over at him, watching and listening to him demand the landing space he wants, flipping switches and slowing thrusters.
You pick your helmet up off the floor, giving Kuruk a peck on the cheek before pulling it on. "Don't tell anyone about Master, okay? I need to do it on my own...at the right time."
"There is no right time." He smirks up into your visor. "You'll want to make sure you have something on you to stab with when you do."
"Thanks for the advice." You grumble, leaving the cockpit and emerging into the seating area.
The others are getting ready, charging weapons, cleaning blades, tinkering with their helmets, lacing boots. You grab your club, making sure the blade switch isn't stuck and twirling it around a few times for good measure. The men around you look much less tired than you feel. They're all accustomed to this lifestyle that's still a little foreign to you.
Your head aches, body tired, sore and thirsty. You sit in a chair while the ship descends into the atmosphere, drinking from a metal flask. Your mind replays Kylo's words in your head over and over again, just like the last several hours. I don't like knowing you're with them...You could be mine. If you want.
You weren't kidding about what you said to the knights in the gym, that sex with them was just sex. Even Vicrul, who you consider to be your very best friend, wouldn't have a chance at your heart the way Kylo does. You barely know the fucker, and you would gladly grovel on your knees if you knew it would make him smile.
You don't necessarily feel needed by him, though that moment with you pumping him full of happiness like a drug certainly left him craving. The others, Vicrul, Kuruk, Ap'lek, Ushar, especially Trudgen- it feels like they need your cunt to survive, and just so happen to enjoy your company. But with Master...he doesn't seem to care whether or not your legs are open to him. When he's stressed, he wants you to be there.
None of this would ever leave his lips. It would never even make it past his wall of anger in front of his heart. But you can see it now, and the realization hits you hard. He wants you to be next to him. Be there when he needs you, and vice versa. And he knows exactly how you feel about him...will he use it against you? Is he that cold hearted?
Surely, not. You look back in your memories with new eyes as you stand up, planting yourself in your place within the knights, waiting for the ramp to descend. Kylo's punishment was difficult for him. You can see now that he didn't want to chain you in that room. He felt guilty for leaving you long enough to soil yourself. And you remember his eyes as he pummeled you to the ground. They were hard- not with anger...with determination not to break. That's why he fled the room so quickly afterward.
