The One and Two | Kylo Ren/Reader

Chapter One

The last year of your life had been peachy to say the very least. To say the most, you had fallen deeply in love with a man that loved you just as deeply and it was all over one aspect of your life: your oversupply of breastmilk.

But that's not what he loved most about you. He told you often that the nourishing liquid your body produced for him was just a bonus, just the foundation on which his love for you was carefully crafted. It was you he loved. All of you. From your hair to your toes, inside and out, the fact that you were there for him when he needed you was all he needed to love you. The time you'd spend together, the meals you'd cook for him, the showers, baths, and dinners, functions, and vacations you'd accompany him to, Kylo would tell you it was all he needed. And, on his worst days, you'd love him as loud as he needed you to.

There had been so many times you could count in your first year with Kylo that he'd come home beyond angry, and at first, you really didn't know how to handle it. You distanced yourself from him until he came to you, taking you by the hand and leading you back to the bedroom. That evening he nursed from you, his eyes shut and his hand splayed out over your side amongst the ground bending quiet. You played in his hair, ran your hand over the exposed skin of his neck and chest, and once he had emptied both of your breasts he unlatched and stared at you from beneath your chest, he said something that knocked the wind right out of you.

"Can we make love tonight?" He asked, and you had to stop your jaw from falling off of its hinge.

The first seven months of your relationship had been based solely on nursing him, and in that same month, you admitted your feelings for one another. In the 8th you committed yourselves to each other, and you gave up your virginity to him. It wasn't the first time you had been to bed in the nude with him, but it was the first time you sat underneath him, your legs spread while he pushed himself inside of you, and your fingers resting gently on his neck while you begged him for more. Truth be told, as a breeder born and raised in the Order, you were never even allowed to be alone with a member of the opposite sex. Breeding for the Order meant you were to always remain virginal, as they didn't want their perfect genetic specimen ruined by having you fall pregnant by anyone they didn't choose. Allowing Kylo into your body meant you were no longer a virgin and no longer a slave to the Order, and it was the most liberating feeling ever.

"I love you," He said as he kept up his rhythm. It wasn't the first confession of his love, nor was it the second, the third, or the fourth. In the one month since you shared your first kiss with him, he told you at least once a day that he loved you, and you always said it back to him. "You're so perfect. I love you so much." He whispered to you with tears in his eyes.

"I love you too, Kylo." You said to him, feeling goosebumps breaking out over your skin as you inched closer and closer to your orgasm. Sex in any form had never been apart of your life, and yet here you were admiring Kylo's naked body on top of yours, taking in the scent of his sweat and yours, listening to the way he'd moan and grunt as he'd provide you pleasure and you'd return the favor for him. You closed your eyes as your entire body went stiff, your knees squeezed his midsection as you lost complete control. Your back arched and a cry was born from your throat, and at the same time Kylo stopped, tucked his face into your neck and groaned in his own orgasm as well. The two of you shared a lot in your short time together, and as it turned out, you shared what was your very first orgasm together too.

Awkwardly trying not to put all of his body weight on you, Kylo placed a small kiss on your neck as you brought your arms up around his back. You hugged him with your arms and your legs, smiling into his skin and becoming disappointed when he brought his head up from you. You stared at him, lifted your hand and placed it on his cheek. He pressed his cheek into your palm and smiled back at you. You couldn't believe he was all yours.