Kiddo | Kylo Ren

XX. Warm-Blooded

NSFW

"Kylo" you whimpered softly, hot tears streaming down your rosy cheeks. 

The force of his hip thrusts alone were sending you straight into a blissful coma, the mattress below you squeaking after every single one of his rough, languid movements. The sheer size of his looming figure alone was enough to ram his metal bed frame further into the wall, denting the carbon steel behind it with every push. 

He was above you again, fucking into you like there was no tomorrow.

Kylo had been acting like a dog in heat for the past few days, his body just begging to rut into you until his swelling back heart completely gave out. Every day, night, and afternoon, he'd have you in his arms again. Repeating the same unspeakable actions he took part in back on Rako. 

You'd be a sweaty, shaking mess by the time he was finished with you. He promised that.

"We're not done yet" he barked, plunging his hips farther into your cunt and eliciting a loud moan from your mouth. He was close- you could tell by the way his lip snarled that he was breaching the threshold to cloud-nine. 

Another spark of pain ran through your spine as he pushed in deeper, his entire length being swallowed by your sore, aching heat. If he were to keep this going for any longer, you were sure you'd be coming around his cock for the fourth time tonight. 

Your grip on his shoulders had become deadly the moment he started fucking into you, your nails nearly piercing his rough, calloused skin. The more he drove deeper inside of you, the more your mouth would begin spilling inconsistent babbles and mewls. A clear thought unable to come to mind. 

He was literally fucking your brains out. 

His hands were hooked on the underside of your knees, pushing them forward until they connected uncomfortably with your chest. Your hands were now tied above your head, a dark red ribbon laced around your wrists. He had put your blood-spilling scratch marks to an end about half-way through the session. Though it was uncomfortable for you, Kylo couldn't stop himself from embellishing in the way your body looked underneath him.

Sweaty and tied up. Cheeks flushed red. Legs shaking from overstimulation.

And all you wanted to do was make him cum. Milk him of his longest, most fluid orgasm he'd ever experience in his life. Blow his fucking mind until he was panting and begging for more, asking you to turn the tables and treat him like the lost, sad puppy. 

But he never let you. 

For stars sake, he didn't even let you ride him. Not even when you whipped out your saddest, most pleading set of puppy dog eyes did he let you on top. Kylo wouldn't dare switch the power dynamic between the two of you, even if he knew letting you on top would be a god-like experience for him. 

But you belonged underneath him. Writhing in his grasp. Squirming away from his cock.

And right now, you looked perfect- chest heaving, limbs tied above your head, and your face contorted in a mixture of both pain in pleasure. Watching your mouth hang open, lips spewing an endless tumult of moans and curses, only made Kylo's length harden more.