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Feb 21, 2022

Enlighten Me (NSFW)

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Summary: You can't take another moment working in the same medbay as your ex-boyfriend. Especially after the things he said to you. So you cut out of your shift early and head to the escape pods. Almost free.

Almost free--until you slam face-first into a solid wall of smoke and iron.

Words: 5700

Warnings: verbal humiliation, just kassanovalla shit

Characters: Kylo Ren x Reader

A/N: *taps mic again* Is this thing still on?

Written as a gift for one of my loveliest friends and my favorite fellow Scorpio, @nurseofren.

I love you, honey. I hope you enjoyed this.

Thank you very very much to @bastillia, my angel and love, for reading this over.

I WROTE SOMETHING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN A YEAR HOLY SHIT... hope the rest of you enjoyed, too, if you made it here! I've received all of your very very kind comments over the past few months. It's been hard to have the energy to respond, but please know I've appreciated all of the support & engagement. Old asks may be responded to at some point, but I may just let them go because they give me angst and anxiety. I'm sorry. Love y'all very much.

Seven minutes. Seven minutes until someone would notice you were gone.

Honestly, you didn’t know why you’d even bothered to scan out of the medbay, since it wasn’t like you’d be petitioning the First Order for your final paycheck. Habit, you supposed. Or maybe to send a message. Something like, don’t come looking for me. Then again, you’d only given yourself those seven minutes until the grace period timed-out and the system would clock your unsanctioned scan. Maybe the message was look for me, please.

Your feet moved through the shining black halls, guiding you like a rolling track. Every officer you passed received a bowed head and a tight smile, heat tickling your neck and cheeks. This didn’t look suspicious. You were just walking. Plenty of people walked all kinds of places on the Steadfast . Plenty of people walked all the way across the ship to reach the clutch of escape pods furthest from their assigned station. All the time.

“Excuse me, doctor?”

You stopped, heels squeaking. Dammit. You weren’t a doctor, but you were the director of the medbay during the night cycle, so the confusion was common. Smile stitched to your lips, you turned, forcing words through your teeth.

“I’m sorry,” you said, “is there an emergency? I’m in the middle of something.”

The soldier addressing you had removed her helmet, and was waddling toward you, head craned back to expose something on her neck. It was dark, like a bite or a bruise. Unwittingly, a memory flashed through your mind of the last time you’d had something like that on your throat. You’d been trying very hard to ignore the barren blankness of your skin. The reminders of your insufficiency.

Had it really been less than 72 hours since he’d dumped you? The lack of sleep and strain in your chest had made every second of it stretch out for days. You couldn’t stop thinking of how he’d said—

“Doctor?”

Blinking, you snapped to attention. You’d been staring dumbly into this woman’s bruise.

“Is it dangerous?” she asked. “Do I need to go to the medbay?”

You didn’t want to answer. You’d been routinely failing at your job over the past few cycles. And why this Stormtrooper was showing off her hickey to you like a proud teenager was a mystery to you, anyway. Until you looked closer. She’d had some sort of first aid hypo or med needle straight to her carotid. The injection site was blazed with busted capillaries. Gnarly, but not deadly.

“No.” You cleared your throat. “You’re fine. Just let it heal.” A quick glance of her dirtied armor informed you she was just getting in from a mission. “Are there a lot of you? Returning?”

The ‘trooper offered you a lopsided smile. “Weird way to ask if the mission was successful. But yes, this time it was.” She shrugged. “Helps if you have a berserker with a laser sword, of course.”

Your heart sank into your stomach. The Supreme Leader had returned? You had to get going, fast. “Right. Well, congrats and all of that. Don’t worry too much about the hypo-hole.” That was not what you, or anyone called it. “I mean. Go relax. Good job.”

For some reason, you gave her a short salute and spun, tripping over your toes to zip out of her sight. Your heart danced in your ribs, sweat pilling along your hairline. The absolute last thing you needed was the possibility of running into the CEO of People Who Will Kill You for Abandoning Your Post, Inc. The escape pods were less than half a klick away.

It wasn’t stupid to rush. With a platoon returning, your absence would be even more noticeable. Good thing you didn’t have your datapad—you might have tried to check it for the fiftieth time since waking up. Once you were in space, it wouldn’t matter if the whole bay noticed. The only person you wanted to care had demonstrated uniformly that he did not.

You needed to get off this ship and head somewhere familiar. You needed to go back home. At least there you wouldn’t have to answer questions about procedures you’d forgotten to document, or discharge plans you’d forgotten to approve. Blissfully, the pod module revealed itself as you approached.

Almost free.

Almost free—until you slammed face-first into a solid wall of smoke and iron.

At least, that’s what it smelled like.

“Ow!” Your face pinched in pain and you clapped your hands over your nose, rubbing the soreness away. “Stars, I’m so sorry,” you began, keeping your eyes closed out of embarrassment, “I wasn’t paying attention, I’m kind of in a hurry—”

“To the escape pods?”

You froze. Something in this stranger’s tone had caused every milliliter of fluid in your body to crystallize. An ancient instinct informed you that under no circumstances should you open your eyes. Unfortunately, you were also in the possession of a prefrontal cortex and knew you couldn’t just stand there with your eyes closed for the next eternity. Holding your breath, you peeked through your fingers.

This time, every milliliter of fluid evaporated. The tall, broad form of the Supreme Leader was less than an arm’s length from you, his mere presence casting a shadow over your courage and draping you in darkness. Throat stuck, you met his gaze—one that speared you with its severity—and you wanted to crumple, curl up on the floor and die.

“I won’t ask again.”

Multiple options scrolled like a marquee in your mind. There was no lie you could think to tell that would be remotely believable. Nor would you be able to turn and run to another clutch without him catching you. There was a third choice of finding an airlock to suck you into space. The possibility of simply returning to your post never once occurred to you.

Heat bit the backs of your eyes. Can’t escape a starship, can’t do your job, can’t keep a boyfriend, can’t even fucking…

Possessed by a desperation only known to cornered, bleeding animals, you charged the pod blast door. A vise grip snatched your arm and whipped you around, slamming your back into the durasteel. You hissed and bit your tongue, head ringing from meeting metal. Karma had never been so prompt. Or painful.

Holding back a groan, you blinked your vision to clarity. A massive chest consumed your line of sight. A leather hand hovered toward a lightsaber.

“Sorry.” No point in lying. “Sorry. I was. Uh, yes. I was trying to get to the escape pods.”

“Abandoning your post.” Supreme Leader Kylo Ren’s voice was the hypnotizing depth of a black hole. It stirred fear alive. “Unless the escape pods have something the medbay needs.”

You swallowed. He knew who you were. That was great.

“No,” you admitted, “they don’t.”

“Then enlighten me to their purpose.”

Enlighten the Supreme Leader. Funny guy. The problem was, you couldn’t even enlighten yourself as to what the escape pods held. Just a short trip back to your home planet, where you now knew no one and had no job or place to live. Somehow, that seemed better than a guaranteed place to sleep on the same ship as your now ex-boyfriend. The thought stung.

“I don’t know.” That wasn’t quite right. “I don’t want to think about it.”

You sighed, catching a glimpse of Kylo Ren’s face. You hadn’t known what he’d looked like before this moment—you’d always avoided looking at him for too long. But with his wavy, sable hair and pillowy lips, he was handsome. Beautiful, even. Your cheeks burned.

“I can make it easier and find out myself.” A leather-bound hand flexed in and out of a fist.

“Don’t do that.” Whatever that meant, you didn’t want it. You flattened yourself along the blast door, trying to escape him. “I just—I just—”

Ren activated the door, and you crumbled to the floor, tailbone smacking the tile.

“Fuck!” You winced, scrambling backward while Ren towered over you, his form swallowing the entry. “It doesn’t matter,” you said, standing. “I just need to leave.”

“That’s nice,” Ren replied, with the sweetness of a scorpion. “Return to your post.”

You shook your head and crossed your arms, petulance incarnate. You weren’t going to move. You were leaving.

“No.”

Kylo Ren strode forward and you skittered back again, throwing up your hands in defense. Your back hit one of the escape pod doors. He was going to make you. He was going to make you remember what a failure you were.

You gulped. Your throat was thick. “I’m—I’m not good at my job.”

“You have an obligation.”

“There’s plenty of med staff.” Your muscles tensed. One of them was your ex. “The First Order doesn’t need me anyway!”

“Irrelevant.”

Ren stepped, seized your arm—his touch splintered your resolve and you cracked, shaking your head and spilling tears.

“I can’t, I can’t!” You tried to wrench away, sputtering nonsense unfiltered. “I can’t go back, I can’t, please, please!”

His grip didn’t loosen, anchoring you to the ground—and to reality. You’d started wailing in front of the fucking Supreme Leader.

Hot shame engulfed you, and you covered your face with your hand as if you could hide behind it. Tears welled. You sniffled, trying to draw them back in. The silence was denser than air, and you shook your head, meeting Ren’s eyes. They were dark, flecked with irritation. His grasp tightened, like he was ready to drag you along.

You couldn’t go back. Couldn’t bear to drag yourself through another day while that man’s words rang in your head. Words you’d tried to drown in the pits of your brain now floated to your tongue.

“I…” You sighed. “I’m broken.”

Kylo Ren’s head tilted. You couldn’t tell if it was in annoyance or curiosity.

“Broken.”

Sniffling again, you nodded. “Yep.”

He scanned you. Something was churning within his mind. The intensity of his focus made your insides tangle, made the arm he was grabbing spark with excitement. Your face warmed, you shifted on your feet.

“Define it.”

Your heart skipped. Was he quizzing you? “Just. Not working.” You avoided his gaze. “I keep messing up at my assignment. Don’t get along with people.” Now you avoided what bothered you most. “Broken.”

Even without looking at him, you could sense Ren’s unwavering attention. “Lying to me is inadvisable.”

You balked, glaring at him. “I’m not lying.”

“You’re omitting.”

“Well, it’s none of your business,” you replied, ignoring the thrilled leap your heart made that he’d read you so well.

Kylo Ren stepped closer, nibbling the distance between you. A breath caught in your throat and you coughed it away, glancing to the side.

“You’d abandon your post for that.” He stole another inch, and you now could count the Supreme Leader as the most recent man who’d broken your personal space. “I’m not asking to know your life, officer. I’m ordering you to tell me why I should spare it.”

Ice braced your veins. You swallowed and forced yourself to stare into the face of your judge and would-be executioner.

Time was relative. But as you linked eyes with Kylo Ren, it slowed. Stopped.

He was close—closer than you’d initially gauged—and that closeness ignited dormant desperation. It had been mere cycles since you’d last felt your ex’s touch, but that had been time enough for hunger to snarl and snap for relief. Ren’s hand was still wrapped around your arm, his chest rising with trained breath. A tendril of desire anxiously wormed alive in your belly. His attention flicked over you. Like he’d felt it.

You exhaled. Were you crazy?

He was waiting for an answer.

“It’s…”

Shifting again, you tried to meld with the escape pod door. Ren released your arm, but allowed you no relief, instead planting a palm next to your head, barring you with his body. Panic and delight burst simultaneously into your bloodstream and your face flushed with warmth. You glimpsed him, swore you spied a blink of deviance in his widening pupils.

No, you weren’t crazy—you were certifiably insane.

You shook your head. “Everything. Everything is broken.”

Especially the very thing burgeoning to life as you spoke. That very ridiculous, delusional thing glowed like embers starved for air, and each new second near Kylo Ren fed the flames. As if the Supreme Leader would ever want you. As if you could ever be enough for anyone.

“Hm.” Ren’s scrutiny skinned you raw. It was like he knew what was waiting on the edge of your tongue, like he could smell the smoke twirling off the fire below your waist. “Define everything.”

You took a trembling breath, and you heard it—a quick huff of amusement escaping his nose.

There was no way. No way this bastard was getting off on your squirming. The suggestion of it inspired sweat on your palms, the back of your neck.

“Like I said,” you began, “work. Friends—”

“Do all of your reports consist of repeating the same information?”

“Okay!” You groaned. “My relationship. My. Y’know.” Something felt life-alteringly stupid about saying the word boyfriend in front of the Supreme Leader of the First Order. “He broke up with me.” It was difficult not to examine the little marks and freckles on Kylo Ren’s face. It was difficult not to squeeze your thighs together. “He said I was.”

“Hm.” Ren eased closer. His fingers grazed the side of your head. “That’s all.”

Another rush of adrenaline at the connection—you decided to test your theory, head tilting millimeters toward his touch. “Yes.”

Ren tensed, a low growl rumbled in his throat. He wedged a boot between your feet, his hips brushing yours. “You’re omitting again.”

You futilely grabbed at the pod door for stability, unable to wrest yourself from Ren’s gaze. You’d been right. He was getting off on your embarrassment. His agitation was provoking your own, stoking the fire in your belly until it roared. That part of you dared to want him, to crave more of him, to know what it felt like to have his body’s weight on yours. But you couldn’t do that.

More tears arrived unbidden. Ren was staring, as if he already knew what you were about to say.

“He said I was broken because…” You closed your eyes, took a breath. Let it out. “Because I could never. When we were together. I could never…” It was too hard to admit. “He said it was because I was broken.”

Wetness spilled over your cheeks, and you cracked a smile. As if what your ex had said had been stupid instead of devastating. You’d always considered that maybe something was wrong with you. After all, the fact that he couldn’t make you orgasm bothered you, too. But hearing it from his mouth had damned you to inferiority. Shuddering, you opened your eyes again, finding Kylo Ren as a satisfied, triumphant predator.

You exhaled, his willing prey. Bastard.

“Interesting.” His hand moved from the wall, inched toward your neck, the tips of his fingers skimming over your racing pulse. “Broken.”

Any blood that had been left in your head was now plummeting to your core.

“Yes,” you murmured.

Ren’s breath brushed your nose, and you shivered. Never once would you have thought that you’d be on the precipice of fucking the Supreme Leader. Yet here he was, growing ravenous for your humiliation, for you. And brokenness aside, it was becoming more difficult to deny the physical need steaming from your pores. If there was one thing you craved, it was to forget these past few cycles.

A deep, longing throb resonated from your core. You squirmed again, attempting to relieve some of the building ache. Not just there—your skin ached to feel his, your lips ached to be bruised.

“That’s it, then.” His eyes were trained on your mouth.

More than anything, you ached to rake the beast alive in him and let it devour you and all of your hurt.

“Yes. Because I…” You took a deep breath, preparing to be ripped apart. “Because I couldn’t cum.”

Ren huffed and snatched your throat, throwing his hips into you. “Really.” He leaned closer, his other hand clutching your side.

You whimpered, overjoyed.

“This…” His hand slid down your thigh, his thumb stroked your pulse. “Doesn’t seem broken at all.”

It would be lying to say you thought this was a good decision. But you couldn’t bring yourself to feel ashamed. After sleepless cycles strangled by that shame, Ren had perceived it without hesitation and demanded you strip yourself of pretense in his presence. For the first time in days, you didn’t want to run.

You fumbled for the pod door release and smacked it. As you tipped backward, threw yourself into Ren’s embrace and pressed your lips to his.

Kylo Ren growled, one hand shooting into your hair, the other supporting the small of your back, tugging you close. His hungry mouth captured yours, he gripped at your scalp’s base, teeth nipping your lower lip as he eased you into the tiny open escape pod. Humming in delight, you slid your hands toward his head, silk strands tickling the tips of your fingers—until they flew back, the rest of you following, your body flung like a sack against the dashboard.

You groaned, dozens of buttons flashing as your arms splayed across them. Right, that whole Force user thing.

Before you could adjust, Ren pounced, suffocating you with his mass, pinning you like paper. These single-user pods were cramped, barely comfortable for one body, let alone two. His lips attacked your jawline, moved down to your neck, and another groan escaped you, this time in bliss. It was impossible to fight the urge to grin. What would your ex say seeing you now, writhing under the most powerful man in the galaxy?

Even if you were broken, at least he’d be jealous.

Still smiling, you cursed under your breath, bucked your hips into Ren, allowing desperation to guide you. A low, menacing noise reverberated in his throat and he seized your neck again, bringing his mouth to your ear.

“Quite willing to tempt me.” He took the lobe between his teeth, earning a squeak. “Thought you were broken.”

You gasped. It felt good, dangerously good to be desired. “Maybe I want you to break me.”

Kylo Ren huffed. “Little doll, I won’t break you,” he purred, tracing his mouth along the shell of your ear. “I’ll shatter you. I’ll destroy you.” He found your hair again, curling it into his fist. “You won’t be broken.” He yanked, exposing your throat. “You’ll be mine.”

Adrenaline surged you, rushing your lungs with rapid breath, sparks of lust snapping over your skin. You gazed into the ceiling of the escape pod, futilely gripping the slippery dash buttons. Every new beat of your heart brought a desperate pulse to your cunt.

“Fuck,” was all you could think to say. “Fuck, please.”

Ren snickered. Then he sank his teeth into your neck.

You shrieked, squirming, wrists still tacked to the dashboard by the Force. The pain rode through you, swirling with pleasure, the cocktail fretting you to frenzy. All you could do was pant as Kylo Ren latched onto your pulse, sucking rough harsh marks to the surface, his hips dragging against you. Your eyelids fluttered shut, and he moved lower, releasing your head to work on removing your uniform.

Before your belt even hit the floor, he was tearing open your tunic, exposing your breasts. Goosebumps rippled over your flesh, and he was quick to cover them with his mouth, taking the fresh tissue between his teeth and searing it. Large hands covered your tits, kneaded them, and he laved your nipple through your bra, scraping his teeth over the peak. You squealed, giggled in pleasure, and his grip possessed your hips. Ren wasn’t just hungry—he was starved, more voracious by the second, spurred by your performance.

He leaned back, slotted the hem of his fingers under your pants and pulled, unconcerned for the popping seams as he forced them down the curve of your thighs. Your mind spun, nose and lips tingling. Paralyzed, you watched the Supreme Leader tear off your boots and rip your pants free, tossing them all to the side. Now you sat, underwear exposed, body trembling with equal parts terror and anticipation.

“Mm.”

Ren examined you like a meal, gaze traveling from your decorated collar to your breasts, still concealed in a bra, and past the soft roll of your belly to rest between your quivering thighs. His stare lingered there for a moment, like he was predicting what he’d find, then roamed back and focused on your face. His hand fell to the massive bulge in his pants, teasing it as he watched you.

"You want me to play with you.”

Something thumped so fiercely that you felt it to your toes. Whether it was your heart or your cunt, you couldn’t tell.

Leather hands grabbed your ankles and peeled your legs wide. Ren inserted himself between them, smoothing his palms up your calves, over your knees and to your inner thighs. You shuddered, twitching from his touch, and the corner of his lip quirked. Like he was amused.

His thumbs slid close to your heat, dipping into the crease and teasing close to the edge of your underwear. All of the devilish desire you'd had to rile him vaporized, replaced by the reality that he was actually about to touch your pussy. You whimpered, your teeth starting to chatter. He’d discover exactly what your ex had known. He’d find you wanting.

"Nervous little thing." Ren slipped a finger under the hem to the first knuckle, leather grazing your tender flesh. "Trembling for me."

Trying to find a breath, you nodded. "I just…" You shifted your hips, trying to balance your fear with your ballooning desire. "I really think there's something wrong with me."

Kylo Ren glimpsed you, still gliding along the crease of your thighs.

"I don't want..." You shivered, his fingers skating up and down. "I think my body doesn't work."

"Hm." Ren raised a brow. "We'll see."

He brushed his finger across your cunt, glancing over your swollen clit, and you choked, hips snapping toward him, your moans crumbling into a pathetic whinge. Before a coherent thought entered your mind, Ren smirked and did it again, leather catching the hood—you cried out, thrashing in protest. A third time, and you sobbed, your pussy clenching around a terrible nothing.

Twisting back to reality, you heaved in air, only to watch him tear his glove off with teeth, exposing his large, strong hand. The Force freed your wrists, and you slapped a bunch of buttons on the dash, trying to steady yourself. Ren was confident—cocky, even—as he pressed the pads of two digits against your panties, feeling your entrance through them. A slick, wet sound echoed in the tiny pod. You went up in embarrassed flames.

Fuck, you were wet. You couldn't ever remember being this wet. In fact, you couldn’t ever remember being this turned on, this greedy for attention. Your entire body pulsed for him, like he’d shaken every cell awake and enthralled it under his power.

"Soaked through." Ren examined your cunt, pulled the garment to the side. "Just like a filthy toy should be."

Before you could brace, he took those same two fingers and sank them into your tight, aching cunt. You groaned, head tossed back, core clamping down onto the delicious stretch as he pried you open with slippery ease. The intensity, the fullness from just his hand stole your breath, spun your sight, and you closed your eyes, trying not to imagine how his cock would feel, if his fingers felt like this.

Further consideration was dashed as Ren curled inside of you, pushing deep, every coherent thought fleeing your mind with a moan. Instinct as your only guide, you inched forward, streaking sweat on the floor, and in response, he snapped his wrist, once, twice, shocks of pleasure cracking through you. Panting, you rolled your hips and Ren plunged again, this time prodding a sweet, sensitive spot along your walls. You twitched and wailed, vision dusted with stars.

It wasn't like you'd never been fingered. But it had never, ever managed to feel this good. Something about the motion of his hand, the curl of his wrist, the attunement to your body was dizzying you, replacing hesitation with demand. Ren curved along the spot again, and you cursed, the sensation shorting your circuits and shaking your joints. A dark huff of amusement at the edge of your awareness—you forced yourself to look at him—he was smirking.

A new wave of warmth crested over you. Not of embarrassment, but utter delight. And then his thumb was on your clit.

Whatever plane you’d been on before dissipated, and you disappeared into bliss. Ren’s hand found a rhythm, fucking slow, reaching to your belly while his thumb circled your sensitive clit. Pleasure bloomed in your center, wove toward your fingers, wrapping you in a fuzzy heat. Your cunt throbbed, squeezed around him, as if to goad him deeper inside of you.

It wasn’t enough. Even with the ripples of friction that whirled faster on your nub, even as you bucked your hips, it wasn’t enough. Ren grunted, the pod shook, but you didn’t, couldn’t care. Demand was beating at your temples, gnawing and coiling in your belly—impossible, incredible demand quickening your breath, tensing your muscles. Impossible, but somehow burgeoning, and Ren stroked your walls, stroked your clit, and you were gasping, you were—

“Fuck,” you spat, “I’m—I’m going—”

Kylo Ren stopped. You collapsed, suddenly a furious, spoiled brat, flailing in frustration at your stolen orgasm. Face hot, you met Ren’s gaze, finding hazel eyes glittering gold with elated cruelty.

“You’re going to what?” He tilted his head.

“Are you…” You dragged your hands over your face, smearing perspiration across your skin. Every exposed inch of you felt like a severed nerve. “But I…”

“So easy,” he murmured. “So shameless.”

Your walls still thrummed around him, urging him to send you toward a peak. The torrent of pleasure had swept you away. You hadn’t even realized how close you’d been. “I thought…”

“Two possibilities,” Ren said. “You lied to me. Or…” He pulled his hand from your core, scissoring his fingers to display the obscenity of your cum stringing between them. Then, locking you in a stare, he took them into his mouth and sucked them clean. “This pussy has never been properly fucked.”

Fire flooded your flesh, and you mewled like a nervous animal. It didn’t seem fair to admit that this was the case.

“No,” you replied. “I have had sex before.” It was getting harder to ignore the tent between Kylo Ren’s legs. “It was good.”

His brow furrowed a millimeter. “Hm.” Leaning over you, Ren brought his mouth back to your ear, his hands shifting the clothing below his waist. “Yet you felt so tight on my fingers,” he breathed. “So wet and ready, though I’d barely touched you.”

It was frustrating how correct he sounded. But you’d shared so much with your ex. All of it still seemed rose-colored. To believe that he’d given less than you deserved conflicted directly with the belief that you were someone who’d never accept that. Kylo Ren was forcing you toward conclusions that were horrifying to draw and now impossible to avoid.

From the perimeter of your sight, you watched as he pulled free his thick, heavy cock. Your jaw slackened, your mouth watered. It was difficult to grasp that they could be that big or look so… appealing. Ren palmed himself—his cock twitched in response, eager to be inside of you, and your breath collapsed, your cunt clenching in anticipation.

“No.” Kylo Ren hummed as he guided his hand back and forth along his length. “You need to be fucked.” With his free hand, he yanked you forward, laying you flat along the floor. “You aren’t broken, little doll.” He loomed over you, the warm head of his cock pushing your underwear to the side and parting your folds. “But you are mine.”

The moment he pushed inside, you suffocated on your own disbelief. Kylo Ren felt bigger than he’d looked, every centimeter banishing the ability to do anything other than exist as a strangled sheath for his cock. It wasn’t penetration—it was pervasion, it was domination. Shivering, you focused on your breath. Ren sucked in air through his teeth, sinking in and seating himself in your cunt while it squeezed and pulsed around him. You felt him throb, felt his wild fervor.

He exhaled. In that second, it hit you. The Supreme Leader, beautiful and violent and ruthless, was inside of you. You weren’t hurting, you weren’t afraid. You were exhilarated. You wanted more.

“Good girl,” he said. “Even better than I expected.”

Kylo Ren slid out and rocked in, driving to your stomach with a stab of blissful pain. Eyes snapping shut, you gripped his arms, seething when he thrusted again, and again. Each stroke shoved a cry from your chest, tightened your walls, and this only seemed to entice him, his cock splitting you apart. You scratched at his shoulders, fighting to find yourself in the bewildering delirium.

Sex had never, ever been like this either. Had never even lasted long enough for you to feel satisfied. Now you were tranquilized—your eyes rolled, your mouth parted, your groans stuttering with the tempo of Ren’s hips.

“There we go.” His voice was distant in the sea of your mind. “Look at you. Brainless on my cock.”

You couldn’t help yourself. You nodded, hooked onto his arms and matched his rhythm, rolling your body to meet him, a plea—deeper, harder, more, more. Ren hissed in satisfaction, and his naked hand snaked between you, rolling and teasing your clit.

“Oh, fuck.”

Delirium ascended into ecstasy, pleasure amplified by the stretch of his length. He fucked into you, his skin smacking yours, his breath heaving in feral huffs. A low moan left you, the heat and friction and feverish thrusts sending your sanity to space, and you nodded, begging in movement, then in words, your tongue lolling, drool streaming from your lips.

“Fuck,” Ren growled. “Slut.”

Snarling, he pulled out, grappled your waist, and hoisted you onto the dash of the escape pod. Before you could breathe, your ankles were over his shoulders, his hands bit your hips, and his cock slammed deep into your pussy. You howled, stuffed fuller than you could’ve imagined—in this position, he pierced your cervix, his length hammering your existence into euphoria.

“That’s right,” he muttered. “You needed this. You needed to be fucked like this.” He held you fast, pounding your cunt, catching groans in his chest. “You needed to be—needed to be split open and filled with fucking cum.”

“Fuck,” you replied, since it was the only word that you seemed capable of reliably saying. “Yes, yes, yes…”

Ren’s hand hooked around your thigh, and his thumb was on your clit, swirling it in tight, fast circles, his cock pumping into you. Bliss burned to burst, stars swarmed your sight entirely, and you knew it, knew it was happening, knew that you were about to break.

“I—I’m… I’m—”

“Cum for me,” Ren hissed. “Cum on my cock.”

You didn’t break. You shattered. Pleasure erupted from your thighs, rattled your bones, and you screamed, cast into a dimension where thoughts extinguished. Ren grunted, fucking you through it, the pulsing of your core milking his cock until he edged his climax. Then he keened, battering your cunt with long final thrusts, grip gouging your flesh until he descended, meeting you in the receding tides of your peaks.

Both of you twitched with aftershocks, both of you seeking air. Drawing a long inhale, you peeled your eyes open, taking in your surroundings for the first time in however many minutes it had been.

Beyond you, the galaxy twinkled, endless and eternal. Beside you, the pod’s dash display flashed, awaiting a command—you must’ve accidentally activated the main system. And in front of you stood the Supreme Leader of the First Order, his hair frizzed with sweat, his chest swelling with breath, his gaze like a sated lion’s.

You sighed, smiling and shaking your head, dropping back onto the dashboard. Ren slipped out, putting himself back together. His cum leaked from you, oozed onto your thighs—and a laugh bubbled from within you. Surprised, you let it out. You laughed, clapping your hands over your face, tears sneaking to the corners of your eyes.

What happened was unbelievable. After everything, after the misery and disappointment and lack of sleep, you couldn’t help but laugh. You’d just fucked the Supreme Leader and came all over his insanely massive cock. And his cum was seeping from your pussy onto your underwear. With a wheeze, you wiped the tears, calming yourself.

You were not broken. Your ex was a fucking idiot.

Compiled now, you eased off the dash, found Ren watching you, brow raised.

You nodded, grabbing your pants from the floor. “I know.” Uncertain what were you supposed to say to a demigod after being filled with his semen, you shrugged. “We should do this again sometime.”

Ren pulled on his glove, considering you, attention following your figure. “You need to return to your post.”

“I know.” You grinned. “I am.”

In response, he flicked one of the controls in the pod. The lights, the display all shut down. He glanced back at you.

“Some other time, then.”

Kylo Ren turned and ducked out of the pod, striding into the module and through the blast door. It closed behind him. You were alone.

Sighing happily again, you found your boots and wiggled them back onto your feet. The turbulence in your mind had settled, the angst soothed. You felt easy. You felt complete. And you needed to get back to work.

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