Hunger (Kylo Ren x Reader)

5 Disappointment

You ran through the halls back to your room as your mind ran through the events that just occured. 

The embarrassment. The feeling of a man's gaze on your naked body. His hands holding you tight in his grip. His tongue- his tongue.

Before getting too far you wrapped your bra up in your chef coat so no one could see it. Occasionally you would pass troopers patrolling or an officer, nodding your head to each. Could they tell? They know don't they? Everyone knows- stars no, what are you saying? How could anyone know? Well for one you are wearing Kylo Ren's shirt. Your knees were still weak and stumbling through the hallways was getting worse. They felt like they were getting longer, never ending, until you turned a corner.

Whack.

Your ass was on the floor when you looked up to see, ugh, ZN-3564. He was returning from his shift in the General's kitchen. His arms pulled up to cross in front of his chest and he slithered a wicked smile across his face. This wasn't the friend you had once known. His jealously turned him into a different person. He peered down at you and let out a laugh,

"Look who it is. Was that running? You fucked up didn't you? W-wait. What are you wearing?" His eyes shifted to your fist that held your balled up chef coat and bra. He reached down to grab the laundry and in your panic you pulled back. "What are you hiding?" He scolded, his voice was low. Your face was instantly back to the shade of scarlet that it was just minutes ago and you shuffled to your feet. "N-nothing!" Both of you knew you were lying through your teeth.

He had already seen too much. You needed to go, now. You pushed past, your shoulder hitting his. "I have to go." You muttered. He turned and watched you in awe until you were out of view.

The door to your room could not open fast enough. As you heard it close behind you you fell to your knees. "Holy sith. Holy sith. Holy sith." You echoed. 

Neema's head popped up from her top bunk and before either of you could say anything the two of you noticed your bra strap sticking out of your balled up dirty clothes. Your breath left you once more. Did ZN see?

"RS, what's that? What's going on? Are you okay?" She swung her feet over the side of her bed and slipped down the ladder to get closer to you. You looked up at her in bewilderment. Where would you begin? "Is that your bra?" She reached down and you allowed her hands to pull your bra out of your jacket. "You're really going to have to tell me what's going on." She crouched down and smiled gently. "But again, are you okay?"

"I-I don't know." You said while looking around the bedroom, too scared to keep your eyes on her. She shifted her position to sit on the ground next to you and placed a soft hand on your back. "Take your time. I won't tell anyone anything, I promise." You furrowed your brows and took a breath. "Commander Kylo Ren... ate me out."

For the first time in who knows how long Neema was speechless. Her eyes and mouth wide.

You pulled your feet out from under you so you were no longer on your knees and your tush was flat on the cold floor. "Well, a few weeks ago I lied to you about a really bad day that I had. There used to be a stormtrooper who would come and pick up the food for the Commander, but one day he stopped coming. I had to rush to find his quarters and by the time I made it there I was late and he screamed at me. He used the force on me. So, I thought he hated me! But then today happened." You turned to look at your best friend who was quiet. 

It didn't last long. Her hand was off of your back now as she pushed her index and middle fingers to her temples. "I-I want details? Yeah. I want details. His mouth a-and your your-"

You nodded your head quickly and her's angled back to look at the ceiling. "Holy sith is right." She said quietly.

You reached a hand up and scratched the back of your head. "Well I guess I'll start with this. This is not my shirt." She looked at you and rolled her eyes, "Duh."