The Brighter Dark (Kylo Ren X Reader)

Ch. 13- Target Practice

You were awakened the next morning by three knocks on your door in rapid succession. Your eyes blinked a few times before your brain registered where you were. Oh, yeah... Knights of Ren. Kamparas. Barracks.

...Last night.

Your eyes widened as you pulled back the covers and looked down at your bare pussy, still shiny and slick from the night before. Shit, you thought, I really am a pathetic, horny bitch.

Mortified, you recalled the events of last night. Your head hurt, but you could still remember most of what transpired. Crokin. Drinking. Never Have I Ever. More Drinking. Followed by the grand finale where you came to the idea of not just one, but three Knights of Ren making you cum. Maker, what a great first impression to make on this team of mind-readers; you were going to have to pay extra attention to keeping your mental barriers up

Four more knocks on your door derailed your current train of thought. You uttered a morning-cracked "Just a second." as you stumbled to pull on your pants from last night, which were still lying strewn across the floor, along with the rest of your clothes from yesterday. Once you looked somewhat decent, you opened the door to find yourself face to face with the last person you wanted to see right now.

"Morning, Master." You choked out, avoiding his gaze like it would kill you on the spot if you made eye contact. You noticed that he was dressed differently than usual- he had left behind his mask, and instead of his usual tunic and cloak, he was dressed more casually. He wore a plain black shirt, black pants, black jacket- basically what your everyday bounty hunter would wear, but make it black.

"Outside. Five minutes." The harsh tone of his voice came as a surprise, though you didn't know why it should. This was Supreme Leader Kylo Ren you were dealing with here. Maybe the casual atmosphere of last night had made you forget that.

You nodded curtly, prompting him to turn on his heel and stomp off toward the front door. As soon as he turned away, you shut the door and spun around, letting out an exhausted huff of air and pressing your back flush against the cold steel. You felt a rush of thoughts flooding through your head- does he know? Did he hear your thoughts last night? Did he know that you pictured him making you...

You shook the thoughts out of your head. Five minutes, you thought, that's not enough time to spiral down into this hole. You pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind, took a deep breath, and started to change into a fresh set of clothes from your new jet-black wardrobe. Now that your memory of yesterday was coming back, you remembered that Master Ren had mentioned something about going shooting today- you made sure to dress appropriately for the occasion (which was easy- you did it every day). You added the final touch of your gray leather jacket, and within moments, you were out the door and down the hall.

On your way to exit the barracks, you almost ran directly into Kuruk as he turned the corner out of the kitchen. He must have just woken up as well, since he was still clad in a simple pair of comfy-looking lounge pants and a tight-fitting black tank top, a cup of caf held loosely in his hand.

"Oof!" you huffed as your face collided with his shoulder. You heard him hiss as the hot caf splashed over the rim of his mug and onto his hand.

"Shit! Dammit, I'm so sorry." Wincing, you stared helplessly at his burned hand, then up to meet his eyes. However, they wouldn't meet yours.

"Ah, um-" he was blushing, holding the mug awkwardly aloft as he brought his other hand up to scratch an itch on the back of his head. "It's no big deal." He stood there silently, his eyes darting anywhere but your direction. Then, muttering an abrupt "Good morning." he continued down the hallway and disappeared into his room.