Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader
Word Count: 1,780
Warnings: Smut. enough said.
Request: Can you do something about face-sitting with Kylo? I know you haven't really written much smut yet, but I never see this topic explored with him, since he's depicted as being really dominant. Something really cute and banter-y while keeping his usual dominant attitude?
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"Kylo, what's going on?" You ask worriedly, as he stalks angrily toward you. You know he's not angry with you, considering you haven't seen him since this morning, and he was sweet as peaches when he woke you up before leaving for training. But now, he's in his training clothing, sweat beaded on his chest and his hair messed up slightly, (of course, it looks sexy as hell to you) and his lips are in a tight line.
"Nothing, I just need you. Now." He states, his jaw tight and his eyes focused on the door to your quarters behind you. He takes you by the hand and pretty much yanks you into your shared bedroom, and not a second passes before he turns to you and pushes you up against the door once it's slammed shut.
"But wh-" You're interrupted by his lips on yours, allowing one sweet, tender moment shared as he revels in the feeling of finally being alone with you, before his manner shifts completely. Kylo doesn't hold back as he indulges in your sweet lips, your neck, and all the soft flesh he can get his hands on. He's ravenous for you, and you can't help when your eyes flutter shut while he worships you.
Kylo pauses for a moment, pulling away slightly and meeting your gaze. His pupils are dilated, his lips a bit swollen and a beautiful shade of pink, and his breath is heavy. "I need to taste you." He states plainly, and the only reply you can muster after being so caught off guard is a gulp and a nod. He lifts you hastily and carries you to the large bed you share, the sheets, surprisingly enough, still messy from the morning.
He tosses you onto the mattress before climbing on top of you, returning to your lips. His hand fiddle with your pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down and off your legs. Kylo's large hand reaches around your thigh, resting between the back of it and the mattress before pulling it up and wrapping your leg around his waist. You keep it anchored there as you use it to pull his lower half closer to you, and he appreciates this because it allows him to gently move against you. The small amount of friction from his trousers on your barely clothed sex causes you to moan softly into his mouth.
Not wanting to miss any of the pretty sounds you make going forward, he trails his hot, open-mouthed kisses across your jaw, down your neck, and across your chest as it becomes more exposed to him with each move of his hands on your waist. He quickly becomes frustrated with your shirt blocking him from indulging in more of your body, and he breaks away to pull it up and over your head.
"Your turn," you mumble against his lips when they return to yours. He simply scoffs and shakes his head lightly.
"Oh no, that won't be necessary tonight." He replies. You put on the sweetest expression you can muster and bat your lashes at him.
"Why not?" He doesn't respond, simply kissing down your now exposed sternum, making sure to give each of your breasts a generous squeeze before moving down to pepper kisses along the hem of your panties. You're enjoying it, but you'd be enjoying it more if his shirt was off. You huff a little as he teases you, your hand reaching down and tugging at the strap of his the tank-top hugging his muscular torso.
"Sweetheart, I'm trying to focus on getting you wet, so I can make cum so many times you cry." He says plainly with a hint of frustration. You feel your thighs try to shut at his words, and you expect him to smirk, but he doesn't. He simply continues to kiss toward your lower half while gently holding your thighs away from his head.
