I look at this man as just a little spiteful
"Don't act like this means nothing to you! You're the same as me!"
I see him being surprised by the MC, acting like an idiot and ruining his plans by running around after them
Kylo Ren - Star Wars
This took forever and I'm sorry. I hope you like it...and forgive me lol. It didn't quite go the direction you gave me...but it is fun.
Rating: Explicit Fandom: Star Wars Pairing: Kylo Ren x unnamed!female!oc Warnings: sex. manipulation. use of the force. Un-beta’d! Prompt: "Don't act like this means nothing to you! You're the same as me!" Summary: She gets caught. word count: 2k
It probably shouldn’t have been as entertaining as it was, but watching him react when she ruined another of his plans was hilarious. In a death-defying way. Like standing on the edge of a cliff knowing that you could fall. The thrill of it was enough to sustain her as she slipped away, listening to him scream in frustration.
They thought she was part of the revolution, the rebels that keep causing them trouble, but she’s never met a rebel in her life. Not that she knows of. Her desire for chaos and causing Kylo Ren problems stems simply from the fact that she can. He deserves it for what she’s seen him put others through. Especially when he can’t control his temper.
She’s a little surprised that they haven’t managed to find her though. She’s hiding in plain sight and you think with all the talk of how great the force is, he’d sense her. Maybe Hux had a point about hubris and the inevitable downfall of relying on outside sources. Then again, it’s Hux so he can’t be that right. She thinks they’re just looking for someone more menacing than she is. Like a more obvious threat than the woman who works with the cleaning droids.
It’s the arrogance that lets her slip by them with ease. That assumption that they can only be taken by someone they perceive as being strong. At least until she hears that each individual is to be inspected by Kylo Ren himself. It sends the crew into a panic. She tries not to roll her eyes at the dramatics.
When her name is called, she walks into the chamber with ease. It’s familiar, even if the man is not, and she forces herself to twist her fingers together in nerves. She keeps her eyes on the floor and waits.
“Who are you?” The voice is distorted by his mask.
“Maintenance, sir.” Her voice is steady even as she won’t meet his eyes.
The silence weighs down on her but she doesn’t give in, even though she can practically feel his presence increasing.
“Look at me.”
She lifts her head, eyes meeting where his should be. She expects to see the mask. Instead, she sees his face. Dark eyes, a strong nose and jaw…it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before. Just because she’s slipped under their notice doesn’t mean she hasn’t been paying attention.
He stares at her, eyes boring into hers. There’s a pressure in her head, like a growing headache, that seems to increase the longer he looks at her. She stares back, wondering how long this is going to take.
“It’s you.”
She blinks back. “I don’t understand, sir.”
“No. Don’t play games or attempt to lie. I know your mind. It’s you.” He pulls back slightly, just enough to make her feel like she can breathe again. “Why are you ruining my work?”
“What work?” She asks.
“What–” he cuts himself off, turning from her. She tries not to laugh, amused at how he’s attempting to control his anger. She expected to be dead by now if he was certain. The fact that she’s alive tells her that he’s not. “You know exactly what I refer to! Why are you being insubordinate?”
“Sir, I’m in maintenance. If one of the droids that you work with, that cleans your rooms, is failing, that would be part of my work. What else would you refer to?”
She feels the pressure before she’s sent back flying into the wall behind her. It holds her there as Kylo Ren stalks forward.
“Don’t lie to me!” he snaps. “Don’t act like this means nothing to you! You’re the same as me!”
He is insistent, she’ll give him that, but his lack of an actual explanation of his meaning gives her too much space to fill in the blanks. She just has to change her approach. “Okay, okay!” She meets his eyes. “Can you let me go? I’ll explain.” His confidence in his control is going to be his downfall.
He releases the pressure on her and she stumbles forward slightly, rolling her shoulders as she tries to ignore the lingering sensations of it.
“Tell me.”
“I am in maintenance,” she says. “And I have been…watching you,” she softens her voice.
“Why?”
“Because I couldn’t get the thought out of my head of what your hands might feel like on my skin.” Whatever he was expecting, it wasn’t that. She can see it with the way his eyes widen.
He suddenly scowls. “You are trying to distract me. It won’t work.”
“You wanted the truth,” she says. “I’m giving it. Just because you haven’t seen me doesn’t mean that I could ignore you, sir.”
In all her time here, she’s never actually seen the man with a partner. She thinks it’s because people are frightened of him, maybe due to his anger, but she knows he desires that contact, that connection. She can use that.
He looks surprised and confused, still trying to maintain his scowl.
“I’m sorry for any confusion or if I made you uncomfortable…” She glances away purposefully. “I just–you wanted to know,” she tells him. She steps forward, towards him and tries not to react when he startles at the movement. “I understand, sir if you want me to go…I won’t bother you again.”
She moves to leave only to be stopped by his demand.
“I did not dismiss you.”
She stops instantly, turning towards him. “My apologies. I assumed I made you uncomfortable.” She keeps her head down, even if she’s tempted to meet his gaze straight on, but moves to him. He doesn’t step away and she takes the chance to place her hand on his breastplate. “Unless…you’re not?” Now she looks up at him from under her lashes. She keeps her grin to herself as she pushes herself up on her toes and brushes the corner of his mouth with her lips. He’s practically frozen in place and all she needs is him to shove her away and demand she leave him.
The moment she pulls back though, he pulls her back, his mouth covering hers. He kisses her desperately. He has little style and technique and she tries to help, to ease him into it. Once he slows down, it actually starts to feel good. She’ll give him that, he’s a quick learner.
She takes the chance to show him how to kiss, how to nip at someone’s lip lightly, and how to deepen it without getting sloppy. She reaches for him carefully, feeling how he flinches when she touches the side of his face.
He takes the small things she offers with a desperation she can practically taste. He is incredibly touch-starved and it shows with how tightly he holds her, how he nips at her neck and grinds himself into her.
It’s surprisingly easy to maneuver him back, to push him to fall on his bed. He looks young with the way he stares up at her in awe and want. It’s almost enough to forget everything he’s done. She straddles him, mentally calculating how long this will take before he breaks and she can slip away.
He holds her carefully, as though he’s terrified she’s going to break or disappear from his grasp. It would be sweet if she wasn’t simply using this against him. She sits on him, slowly grinding her hips against his as she starts to try to figure out how to get him out of his armour. She ignores his gaze as he pulls down the zipper of her jumpsuit. She lets him, focusing on unclipping the large belt around his waist and his cloak. She pauses to slip her arms out of the sleeves of her worksuit before carefully peeling the gloves off of his hands.
“You can touch me,” she says softly. Sensing his hesitation, she grabs one of his hands and places it on her breast. She’s still wearing her support, but it doesn’t stop him from getting a feel for the softness and weight of them.
He pulls her down suddenly, kissing her hard. She grins against his mouth, amused at his effort to take control. She breaks it only to scrape her teeth gently against his jaw. She sits back up and undoes her chest support. His eyes widen the smallest amount seeing her bare breasts and she has to bite back the laugh. It’s too easy.
It doesn’t take much after that to get him to help her undress him. He fakes being confident well but she can see the slight tremble in his touch, the hesitation that mixes with desire in his gaze.
She takes the lead, moving back onto his lap and feigning giving him control as she lets him guide her hips against his. He’s hard enough against her that she could likely simply get him to reach his release like this but she needs him exhausted. It’s a bonus that she finds this equally pleasurable. She’s not sure if it’s the manipulation, the potential chaos or the way he actually feels against her, but she’s enjoying it. Hearing the leader of the Knights of Ren try not to beg while he’s under her is intoxicating.
She angles him herself before she eases his cock into her, wincing as his grip tightens on her hips. She’ll be bruised from this. She moans, briefly wondering why she didn’t attempt this sooner before she slowly starts to move.
Just like that…her control is lost.
He moves faster than she can comprehend. An arm around her waist and she’s on her back with him above her. She frowns slightly at the sudden change, unamused by the loss of her obvious control. It’s fine. She can still get what she wants from this.
Her head falls back, eyes closing as Kylo thrusts forward into her. She digs her nails into his shoulders, a parting gift to remember her by, not that she’d say that out loud.
For all of his inexperience, he learns quickly and uses the resources available to him. While he fucks her, muttering about how good she feels, he uses his mouth on her breasts, sucking marks and sending sparks down her spine every time his mouth encloses a nipple. The surprise though is the way he uses the Force. She’s felt herself be pinned by it before, she’s seen him move things and people with ease but she doesn’t expect the sudden pressure on her clit while his hands still grip her in place as he moves in her.
She cries out, the pressure suddenly breaking and she clenches around him as she reaches her release. It hits harder than any she’s had by herself.
He buries his face in her neck, teeth digging into her skin as he chases his own. He groans as he feels her tightening around him and for a moment, she feels the pressure around her building. Her hands are suddenly pulled and pinned by the energy he controls above her.
“Sir?” she breathes, blinking up at him.
“You asked for this,” he growls at her. “You watched me? This as good as you dreamed?”
She moans as the pressure increases. His control is impeccable. “Yes,” she breathes, knowing it’s what he wants to hear.
He kisses her again, hard and demanding as he increases his pace. She clutches him to her, digging her heel into his back as he moves. It doesn’t take long before his hips stutter and he groans as he falls into his release.
She lets him rest on her for a moment before she taps his chest. “You’re heavy, sir.” He kisses her quickly before he rolls off of her. She winces at the loss but lets herself breathe and the tension drains from her. She was close to another release but she doesn’t mind losing it.
He pulls her into him, to rest her head on his chest. She traces small patterns on his abs while she waits, making herself focus only on the feeling of lying with him and the satisfaction of her plan succeeding as she pretends to fall asleep until he does.
It doesn’t take long.
She slips out of his embrace, getting dressed quickly and quietly before she leaves his room, pausing only to steal a key pass. She heads straight to the docking bay. She needs to get out of here before he wakes up. The thrill of escaping before he realizes she tricked him is nearly as good as the sex was. She laughs as she slips into a supply ship with one of her droids. She only wishes she could see it when he realizes it.
