Cherchant (Kylo Ren x Reader)

One

You punch in the code on the security system setting it to lock, glancing down at your comlink to check the time. It reads 0234. The night had gone smoothly which came as a huge relief after you took a chance on a live band knowing absolutely nothing about them. Normally you'd turn away a request to perform from a random outlander band but they had flattered you with the knowledge that they'd heard of your club and made the pilgrimage to Edoterra just to be there.

It would be such an honor to have the opportunity to play a set or two at thee Cherchant... They had adoringly spun.

Agreeing to let them play was a roll of the dice. Your regulars were particular. Luckily, the trio hit the mark with their song choices. They played originals that didn't suck and even took requests. Everyone left satisfied and you cleaned up while savoring the ego boost of knowing your little club might be gaining an offworld reputation. You'd only been in the post-industrial, renaissance city-island called Okiwaan for a few years. The memory of first stepping off of the shuttle on Edoterra flashed through your mind. Your heart had fluttered as you took in the stunning amalgamation of lush vibrant nature intermingling with structures in varying levels of decay. The sight conveyed a rich history spanning centuries. Edoterra, the ultimate harbor for the expression of art and culture against an incomparable backdrop.

After only a few weeks, you could tell that this was a place that attracted the most fascinating souls in the galaxy. The Cherchant was absolutely perfect. In all of your travels you had never come across a space so specifically designed around nostalgia down to every texture, object, and exquisitely crafted piece of furniture. Curated to appeal to each sense. Great Aunt Gaeli Teeka had built a haven for artists as well as those drawn to them, a gathering place for souls seeking refuge, knowledge, a meaningful connection. The most perfect imperfect exceptionalism had flourished for decades under her roof. The people who haunted it were traditionalists. They recognized the same seriousness, taste, and attention to detail in you that they had respected Teeka for. They encouraged you to carry your great aunt's mantle. The oldest regulars often repeated to you how much you looked like Teeka when she was young.

A tall figure leans against your landspeeder, Kaav, waiting to see about following you home. This dark-haired, olive-skinned, smirking male specimen stares you down, tattooed arms gleaming in the artificial light flooding the lot. You sigh, holding his gaze as you saunter up to him, craning your neck as you get close enough to smell his piney musk. You rest your forehead briefly on his chest and exhale long and slow.

"Did you see the show?" You ask, without looking up.

"I caught the end after I finished up with a client at the studio. Bunch of fans? They seemed genuinely thrilled to be playing the Cherchant," he says, smiling at you while lightly running his fingers over your chin.

"You've really got something special here, gorgeous."

Beaming, you spin around and climb into the speeder. You're tired but always down for a nightcap. Following the cue, he climbs in next to you. The cool night air revitalizes you as you speed toward home, already getting excited as your mind fills with the ways Kaav might satisfy you.

Kaav was a tattoo artist by trade. You had met not long after you'd first arrived on Edoterra. You had been an explorer, an artist, and a collector of experiences throughout your twenties, darting from scene to scene, planet to planet. Once it became clear that you would be settling in Okiwaan, you began looking for an artist to memorialize this next chapter of your life in ink on skin. Kaav came highly recommended. He even knew about the Cherchant, having occasionally haunted it himself. One tattoo session later and you had become fast friends. Eventually he would start picking up shifts at the Cherchant when you needed a break. He'd meet new clients through the gig. He got along great with the regulars and most importantly you could trust him. Taking things to the next level physically was easy and natural. A straightforward feeding of base human needs for two people who were otherwise satisfied being alone.

Skidding your landspeeder to a chaotic halt, you step off. Glancing over your shoulder, you waste no time stripping your shirt and exposing your top half and skimpy bra to the multi-moonlight bathing the soft moss covered path leading up to your place. Kaav, hot on your heels, scoops you up easily, tosses you over his shoulder, pinching your exposed hip while carrying you through the threshold of your modest bungalow. He moves easily through the living area to the bedroom and tosses you on the bed. An excited squeal escapes your lips on impact. Catching your breath, you watch as he peels off his clothes, letting you drink in his chiseled form for a moment before pouncing.

His lips find your neck and he drags his tongue along the gap above your clavicle as his hands explore your exposed torso and make their way south to unfasten your pants. You throw your arms above your head and press your head back into the bed, arching your back to give him access to strip you. Heat rises in your core as you feel his hard cock brush your newly exposed thigh. Still not looking, you feel his hot breath nearing your center. Your eyes roll back as his lips begin to explore your sensitive stomach peppering kisses as he goes. He takes hold of your panties with his teeth and slowly drags them down and off.

His satisfied grunt draws your attention. He now stands at the foot of the bed surveying your body, his gaze wandering from your face to your small feet. You feel a flush in your cheeks. Moving to kneel on the bed he draws his hand slowly up the crevice between your thighs sending shivers and raising goosebumps up and down your body. Spreading open at his touch, you feel two rough fingers slid up the length of your slit. You are dripping wet, pulsing, and ready to take him into you. Wetting his fingers with your juices, he begins massaging your clit slowly, eliciting small whimpers. Noticing that his cock is dripping with precum, you can tell his patience is nearly extinguished.

Before another thought can form, he's on top of you, thrusting expertly into you. He slides in with no resistance and you feel his hard length is as he moves slowly, making sure he is well coated, before speeding up to the satisfying frenzied fucking that you have grown to expect with Kaav. He grabs your exposed breasts, twisting your nipples roughly, eliciting yelps. Tossing your ankles up near his shoulders, he grabs your hips and begins pounding you. After a short time, he moves his thumb to your clit and begins to delicately trace circles across it. The contradictory soft touch amidst his pounding quickly catapults you towards climax. He shifts slightly and suddenly his cock is hitting just right. You can't fight off your impending ecstasy much longer.

Tossing his hand aside, you take over touching yourself, soon screaming out, "yes, yes, yes, faster, don't stop, don't ssstahhhhhh ahhhh..." Shudders take over your body as you ride out your orgasm. He stops thrusting and enjoys the feeling of your pulsating cunt on his cock. You feel your body slowly relax as you come down from your high.

Still inside, he slowly resumes thrusting until he works up to his ideal pace, soon after, whole body tensing, he grunts and then moans pulling his cock free to release his seed. Hot ropes coat your stomach before he collapses next to you, panting, recovering. You lie there in satisfied silence for a time, not touching but feeling the heat cascading off of both of your bodies.

Kaav wastes little time dressing. You reluctantly roll off of the bed to clean up. Still feeling that post-fuck euphoric buzz. Making your way across the living space to your small bar, you pour two whiskeys neat. You pass one to Kaav who is now seated on your sofa and plop down next to him. Clinking your glasses you toss back the liquid savoring the way it warms the long path down your throat, adding to the full body satisfaction of being spent. A comfortable silence passes between you.

Kaav isn't a man of many words and he's soon standing up and throwing his jacket over his shoulder. With a small wink, he heads back into the early morning, presumably to crawl into his sheets and sleep through half of the day.

"See you around," you mumble but he's already gone.