I want filthy sex full of just despicable dirty talk with either Sackler or Charlie but like right as one of you finishes someone admits they love the other and then it gets real gross and fluffy from there tysm
okay i know you said sackler or clyde (maybe preferably clyde?) but i couldn’t NOT see sackler in this!! i hope thats okay <3 also thank you for being patient lol this took me so long to get started on. anyways, i sort of see this as attached to this THOT
NSFW, Adam Sackler x reader, smut, fluff, Sackler being nasty and disgusting and embarrassed<3
You’re a mess. Disgusting, slobbery, fucking wet all over - just the way he likes you.
Your hands grip the pillow underneath your head, knuckles white with strain, your teeth sinking into it as well, your spit creating a little dark spot as you whine and moan into the pillow as he takes you from behind.
He’s hypnotized by you, the way you jiggle as his hips meet your ass, the way you whine and whine and whine yet you fucking take it, even beg for more when he pulls back, keeping himself, his cock, from you.
You push your ass back onto him, the head of his cock finding your gaping, soaked hole and squelches back inside, the both of you panting, desperate and moaning for the other.
"A-Adam-"
"I know, I know."
He doesn’t know. He has no fucking clue actually - what you guys are, what this is.
You’re friends, you’ve been friends for a while now but he fucks you like he owns you, like you’re his, like your pussy is his.
It’s not it’s not it’s not he repeats to himself, a mantra rendered useless because it doesn’t matter what he tells himself.
You’re fucking perfect, you and your tight fucking pussy, you’re perfect.
Caught in his head, he hadn’t realized that he had stopped thrusting, that he had pulled his dick from sopping cunt, gripping himself tight, willing not to cum just yet, eyes squeezed tight.
But you push back again, swivel your hips, gyrate them back onto his cock and Sackler’s grip goes deadly on your hips, holding you still.
You gasp, smiling devilishly as you look back at him over your shoulder.
"Stop- stop that I’ll fucking cum."
"But I want you to cum." You whine, grinding yourself back onto him again, his cock pulsing and throbbing and hitting you there.
"Keep doing that and you’ll, you’ll fucking make me." He growls, voice gone deep and raspy you nearly cum yourself for the millionth time this afternoon.
With an affirmative sound wrapped up in a whine, you work yourself up and down his cock, backing your ass on and off his own hips, impaling yourself on his thick cock over and over again - bringing him right to the edge.
You don't have to do it for long, it takes no time at all for Sackler to get there.
"Fuuucckk, I’m - where? Where do you-?"
"Inside, please?"
Sackler nearly doubles over, vision going bleary as he curls over you, one hand interlocking over yours and the other holding your hips, helping you in your motions, fucking into you again and again and again with the added momentum of your own thrusts and he’s fucking cumming.
"Fuck, fuuhcckk you’re perfect- fucking take it."
You cry out, voice muffled as you stuff your own face into the pillow underneath you. Sackler's having none of it, even in his orgasm haze, as it blasts through him.
He grips the back of your head, wrenching it to the side so he can kiss you. It's not an uncomfortable angle, you'd move however he'd want you to, mold into any shape for him without question, no matter how embarrassing, how pathetic of you.
"I love, I love this pussy, love you-"
He thinks he cums again, that must be what happened because his hips surge forward again and you scream into his mouth and he kisses you through it, swallows the pathetic cry.
He thinks he blacks out. He knows something happens but he's not sure what. All he knows is he can feel your sweet, tight pussy get filled with his cum, can feel you get creamy and sticky and full of him and then he's flopping down on top of you, spent and dead to the world.
You're panting, chest heavy, sweat slicked, your whole body is. You stick to him and it's gross but he loves it.
Neither of you say anything and he fears it's over, feared he ruined everything, threw it all to shit. He can't quite remember what he said but he knows he said something... incriminating.
But you turn in his hold, turn underneath him and just fucking smile at him, unfazed.
"Do you really?" You ask, finally.
And he does that thing with his lip - where he knows what he wants to say but isn't sure if he should say it and so he folds his lip into his mouth and moves his tongue like he's going to say something but ultimately doesn't.
"Y-Yeah." He says anyways, despite himself.
It's forced out. His voice weary and swerving drunkenly in his throat. He nearly chokes on each letter of the short word as you stare at him with those big fucking eyes.
He thinks his cock twitches, he thinks he can feel himself grow hard again with just that look. Fuck you, fuck this perfect girl, fuck her.
And then you smile with your teeth, all pearly and white as the sun only starts to head towards there horizon, the afternoon growing late. He has to head to rehearsals, he doesn't want to. He wants to stay here.
"Me too." You smile, biting your lip. It makes him want to choke you on his dick again.
He laughs, breathlessly at your admission, at this big fucking mess. You giggle too and he can't stop laughing.
Just some thots about Charlie's tummy :) haha, fuck.
You felt the heat of his back on your own before turning around to wrap your hands around his middle. You rub your palms over his stomach – one of your absolute favorite parts of him. Just grabbing the bit of extra flesh there makes your skin warm all over. He mumbles sleepily at you “Why’re you squirming around so much, Sweetheart? You okay?” His large hands wrap around yours as you make yourself increasingly more needy for him the more you touch his stomach. “I love your tummy, Charlie. Makes me so hot for you, I want you.” He huffs a large exhale and turns over to look for any kind of jest in your face, but finds none. He becomes fully awake seeing the feral look in your eyes and says “Oh yeah? What do you love so much about it?” You smile with high hopes that this is gonna go where you want. “I love how soft your skin is here, love holding you and seeing your hot dad bod.” you softly snicker as you continue to rub your hands over his bare torso, giving extra attention to his tummy.
He is now also running his hands up and down your naked body before he stutters out “I bet it’d feel so good on that perfect little pussy of yours. Come up here.” You inhale sharply before his strong grip manhandles you on top of him, your damp core nestled right on the softest part of his stomach. Without any further instruction you begin grinding and rutting your clit on his tummy, mewling at the feeling of it. His hands reach out to grasp on your hips, so tight you know there will be evidence of tonight on your skin tomorrow. His grasp on you guides your grinding, pushing you further onto his stomach. “That’s it, Baby, just like that,” he whispers from beneath you encouraging you to chase the orgasm quickly approaching. You gain purchase on his pecs to better grind your clit on his soft tummy. He sits up just enough to put one of your tits into his mouth, softly sucking as the new angle creates more friction to your thrusts. “Charlie, I, I’m gonna cum!” A soft pop comes from his mouth separating from your nipple as he encourages you, grunting “Go ahead, Honey. Make a mess on my stomach.”
You moan as you grasp the hair at the nape of his neck. You jerk your hips back and forth just a few more times before you’re coming undone on top of him. You breathe heavily as you come back down to earth, barely hearing what he had just muttered to you. “Hmm?” you respond in a daze, eyes half lidded from your explosive orgasm. “I said, clean up your mess. You made my stomach filthy and I need you to clean it up if you want my cock.” Your eyes shoot open, hastily shifting down his body and hungrily begin to lick and suck his tummy. Each swipe of your tongue makes his erection more and more stiff. With a final suckle and nibble right below his belly button you sit up and hover over his stiff cock. His hand already holding it steady as you sink down onto him, feeling every inch, every vein as your wet cunt completely sheaths him.
Your hands fall back down onto his chest and he begins fucking into your pussy from underneath you and your head falls forward, unable to focus on anything but the ecstasy coming from how he’s making you feel. “The way you worship my stomach makes me so fucking hard for you, Baby. Gonna fill you all the way up just how you like.” All you can do is nod and try and match his thrusts. You skirt your hands lower and grab onto any bit of tummy you can grab and before long you’re cumming again. The contractions of your walls pulls Charlie over the edge, pumping his cum deep inside of you. As you both slowly catch your breath, he chuckles and says “You can touch my tummy anytime you want, Sweetheart. Maybe I’ll eat sweets more often to keep up my ‘dad bod’ for you.” You smile at him through your sated expression, before he swings his legs over the bed and carries you to the bathroom to clean you up.
CW: Christmas, mentions of marriage, Italian brought to you by Google translate
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The year had come to a close, and you were excited for what 1979 would bring you. The one thing you had known for sure was that you and your now fiancé would be getting married. He had proposed to you only a couple of months ago during a trip to Milan where you had met his family. Now it was a crisp December night, and the Christmas season had fully taken over Manhattan. You had been buzzing around the large apartment you and Maurizio shared while you prepared dinner. Your parents were coming over for dinner, as well as to meet your soon-to-be husband. They were from the west coast and in your short courtship had never gotten the two loves of your life in the same room. Your parents didn’t mind at all - they just wanted you to be happy. Your mother did gush to you over the phone last week, however, about how excited her and your dad were to finally meet their new son-in-law.
Your gentle, sweet man was a different story. He had gotten progressively more tense the closer the dinner got. He didn’t believe that your parents weren’t upset that he hadn’t asked for their permission before asking you to marry him. Though he was only thirty, he was mature beyond his years. He wanted your parents to know that he respected them and cherished the gift that they had made, which was you. “I’m afraid I’ve already started off on the wrong foot with them, Principessa. I just want them to know how serious I am about my love for you and my intentions to care for you”. He was rambling as he set the table, fidgeting with the silverware and rearranging the centerpiece. “My love, please stop worrying. They aren’t those kinds of people -- they know how much you love me and just want to welcome you into our family” you softly spoke as you exited the kitchen with the wine before it found its place on the table. You gave him a sympathetic smile before you wrapped your arms around the back of his head and pulled him down to rest in the crook of your neck. Maurizio exhaled deeply and his warm breath cascaded down your body while his arms found refuge wrapped around you.
You felt the soft kisses to your neck and knew that he was feeling more calm, more collected. He had put on one of his favorite records and stared out the window, watching the snow blanket the city as you finished getting ready. You thought you had heard the door open, but became worried when you heard “Che cazzo?!” yelled loudly from the living room. You hurried out of your shared bedroom before your concerned expression turned into an amused one. Your fiancé had a dumbfounded look on his face as your parents stood in the open doorway, “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” belted at full volume from their jovial mouths. You chuckled as you came up and wrapped an arm around Maurizio, then leaned your head on his shoulder to better enjoy the performance. Once they were finished you ushered them in with laughs, hugs, and introductions. Maurizio took their coats, still a bit shaken from the surprise caroling.
Not being surprised at all, Maurizio and your parents immediately took to each other. You enjoyed dinner mostly because you watched the formation of a very important relationship. Once everyone had finished, the four of you had sat down in the living room with half empty wine glasses and the inability to stop laughing. “Mauri, my love, is caroling in Milan not quite like what you were subjected to this evening?” you got out before you laughed along with everyone at your question. “No, Dolcezza, not quite like that. There’s usually caroling for about a week before Christmas, but it’s usually children and not so, well, performative” he finished with a chuckle, then shot a wink over at your parents. You felt so elated snuggled into Maurizio’s arms on the couch, knowing he was no longer nervous and had once again found his confidence and charm.
Maurizio gave each of your parents a kiss on the cheek to bid them farewell as he saw them out the door before walking hand in hand with you to your bedroom. After you were both dressed in your pajamas and had crawled into bed, you intertwined your legs with his. “Did you like my parents, Bello?” you sleepily mumbled into his wide chest. He loved when you used the Italian he slowly taught you each day and your words made him hold you tighter to his core. “I did indeed. I’d even go caroling with them the American way if they wanted” he chuckled at himself. “Amore Mio, I’m so happy to be able to call you ‘mia moglie’ soon, and for them to also be my parents”. You smiled at his words, having felt the same way. You didn’t care about what his name meant, only that you belonged to each other and were going to make a life together. The caroling you were also sure would be a fond memory for years to come.
Hey, so uh, don't hate me for making this longer than the Mississippi River. I'm just outing myself as a Kylo simp and that's okay.
Day Five: Gift Giving
Modern!Kylo Ren x Reader
WC: 2,010 (laughs in delirium)
CW: swearing, mentions of wealth, tattoos, lots of words to read, allusions to sexy times
Twelve Days of Fluffmas Masterlist
Kylo was always generous when it came to giving you things. You had wanted for nothing the two years that you had been dating. That is to say, he was generous in terms of materialistic things, nice dinners, even pleasuring you. You loved the things he gave you, but you wished you saw him more. He worked so hard and even when you two were together he would have his phone notifications on full volume not risking missing anything. You admired his work ethic, but missed being present with him. Christmas was in four days and you were having trouble trying to find something to give him. What did you give your boyfriend who had everything he wanted and also definitely had way more money than you? You figured you’d go with something more on the sentimental side than something like a new tie, or the cufflinks with your initials which you had gotten him last year. It did make you smile seeing him wear them almost every day, and you were thinking of something that would make him feel like you belonged to him like the cufflinks made you feel like he belonged to you.
So that’s how you found yourself in a Manhattan tattoo parlor filling out paperwork after you had met Kylo on his lunch break. Your request was simple enough that the artist was able to see you the same day. You were excited about your gift for him, and felt in your heart and soul that he was it for you so such a permanent Christmas gift wasn’t so daunting to you. After you were all wrapped up you made your way back to the home you and Kylo shared on the Upper East Side, specifically the ridiculously large and luxurious home on 64th Street that you felt you two had no business occupying, let alone Kylo living there alone before he met you. You put away the groceries you picked up on the way home and started preparing the steaks for dinner, Frank Ocean’s Channel Orange playing loudly through the bluetooth speaker in the kitchen.
You heard the front door open and shut, followed by the heavy steps of your big man lumbering towards the kitchen to find you. You had just come in from setting the table that was out on the back patio, never one to not take advantage of nice weather in the city. At your first appraisal of him, Kylo looks exhausted and frankly very grumpy. You hope a nice dinner and being home with you helps turn his mood around. He forces out an exhale when you approach him but opens his arms, beckoning you into his hold. You let him hold you, even when his hands snake down your back to gently squeeze and hold your ass. Not even in a sexual way, just seemed to bring him comfort after his long day. “C’mon, Hot Stuff. Take your jacket and shoes off and come outside for dinner. I made your favorite” you instructed him with a smile before picking up the bottle of red wine you got earlier and made your way out back.
When Kylo joined you again, he already seemed more relaxed. You were relieved to know being home with you made him this way. He had told you before that coming back to his empty home would make him aware of how lonely he was and would stress him out more than his actual job. You took pride in making his life more relaxed, more content and full of love rather than loneliness. You both ate while telling each other about the day you had, making each other chuckle and giving each other simple touches - him squeezing your thigh and you stroking his forearm. When you both were finished, you stacked your plates and refilled both wine glasses and Kylo pulled out a folded piece of paper from the pocket of his slacks. He passed it over to you and casually mentioned “Here’s one of your Christmas gifts. I need to give it to you now or the rest won’t make sense”. You furrowed your eyebrows at him but took the beat up and creased piece of paper with trepidatious fingers and unfolded it. “I’m sorry, Baby, but I don’t understand what I’m looking at” you say softly as you look back up at him with confusion covering your face. He gives you his signature heart-stopping smirk, exposing his dimples and a few of his adorable teeth and says nonchalantly “It’s my work schedule starting tomorrow through the end of February”. You look down again at the paper and see nothing there. “Oh,” you mumble before clarifying: “But there’s nothing on any of the days?” He nods at you with his smirk still on his face before he pulls out his phone and pulls up an email.
“That’s right, Angel. I’m not doing any work from now until the first of March, just spending time with my girl at this cabin I rented for us”. He let you scroll through the reservation email, while it sank in. You’d be alone with Kylo for months with his full attention, work temporarily left behind. This was so much better than any piece of jewelry or luxury perfume he could’ve gotten you. This is what you have truly longed for for so long. Tears threaten to spill over the rims of your eyes as you meet his stare. His smirk drops and is exchanged for a look of horror. “Fuck. Do you not like it? We can go somewhere else, or, I understand if maybe you don’t want to be isolated with me for that long, I can cancel the--”. You shut him up by jumping in his lap and pressing your lips to his, burrowing your fingers in his wavy inky locks. His large hands grip you tight around you and kisses you back with equal ferocity. When you have to begrudgingly lean back for air, you say “Have I ever told you just how great you are at gift giving? Seriously, this is the best gift I could have ever gotten from you. The only thing I want to do is spend time with you, never think I don’t. I am so excited. Thank you so much, Baby!”. He then smiles so wide it takes up his whole face, and runs his hands up your back to pull you in closer again to continue kissing you.
The cabin Kylo had rented was more like a log mansion. Though despite its size it was still very cozy, your favorite part being the hot tub on the back deck. The snow surrounding the upstate property added to the Christmas aesthetic and made you feel very much in the holiday spirit. True to his word, Kylo hadn’t done a lick of work, barely even looking at his phone. You had been constantly connected to each other since you stepped inside two days ago, always touching, always kissing and holding each other. It was now Christmas Eve and you and Kylo had spent a long while in the hot tub, then climbing into bed. You were so happy and content spending time away from real life here with him. “Kylo, Baby, I’m so excited to be here until March! Avoiding reality in a place so nice is a real treat”. You barely had finished talking before he started laughing. Laughing. You glare at him full of confusion and damn near embarrassment. “What’s so funny?” you spit. He realized how he must have come across and started backtracking. “Oh, Baby, I’m not laughing at you. It’s just that we won’t be here until March. We’re actually leaving the day after tomorrow”. Your heart sank, you thought your vacation would last longer than a few days.
Kylo could see the disappointment on your face and kicked himself internally. “I better give you another Christmas gift now, before you leave me” he chuckles. He gets out of bed and goes through one of his bags before coming back, handing you an envelope. You eye him with annoyance before lifting the flap and looking at the envelope’s contents. Several plane tickets, specifically first class tickets departing from La Guardia and landing in…. France, Monaco, Italy, and Greece. Holy fucking shit. Not only do you get to spend one on one time with the love of your life, you get to do it in Europe, for two whole months. “So, what do you think? Are you still my girl?” Kylo asks with a smile, seeing the shock on your face and noticing how you were unable to speak. Him asking if you were still his, even in jest, reminded you of your gift and how insignificant it seemed now. You were nervous that he’d be resentful even though you knew he wouldn’t care if you hadn’t gotten him anything in actuality. After a few silent moments you thickly swallowed and made eye contact with the amber eyes that now looked a little nervous. “This… this is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I really don’t know how to articulate how floored I am, Kylo. This is a dream come true, you have no idea. I feel like my gift totally sucks now. I’m sorry, I wish I had done more”.
He was quick to shush you, pulling you into his lap while he rocked you and kissed your temple. “No no no, Baby. You being with me is honestly a gift every day. Being loved by you is something no bought gift could compare to, really. I can confidently say anything you thought worth giving me I will love. Can I have it now or are you going to make me wait until tomorrow?” he asks with his arms still snuggly wrapped around you. You giggle before replying “You can open it now. We will have to bring it with us, though”. You revel in his expression before scrambling off his lap and stand on the side of the bed in front of him before sliding your silk pajama bottoms down your legs. “Wh- Angel, what are you doing? Are you my present?” he chuckles before watching you start to pull your panties down as well. His eyes are wide as your gift becomes visible. His legs swing off the side of the bed in a flash, you now caged between them while he sits up and yanks you closer to the lamp on the bedside table. On the apex of your left thigh sits the tattoo. About two inches in size, the simple red heart houses black lettering spelling out “K R” in a calligraphic font on the inside. A solid few minutes pass with Kylo’s extremely tight grip on your hips, his eyes locked on the healing tattoo as his breathing becomes more labored. He finally tears his eyes away to look at you, his expression unreadable. He is either really pissed or about to pin you underneath him. You soon discover it’s the latter.
When you’re nestled into his chest later about to drift off, you sleepily ask “So I assume you like your gift?”. His laugh rumbles through his chest and he pulls you higher up his body so he can kiss your cheek, his fingers gently tracing the healing inked flesh. “I can’t believe you did that, but I have never loved anything I’ve ever gotten more, besides you of course. I wanna get you the skimpiest swimsuits now so everyone on our trip knows who you belong to. This is the best gift, Baby. You knew exactly what would mean the most to me”. You wrap your arms tighter around his bare chest and place a kiss in between his pecs as a response. You then start giggling at the thought you just had -- you and Kylo both were so extra when it came to gift giving. You were made for each other in so many ways, and now you could add that to the list.
If you made it this far, thank you so much! I hope you liked it :)
CW: established relationship, lowkey exhibitionism, smut with a sprinkle of fluff, PinV sex, Kylo has BDE, mentions of eating
Twelve Days of Fluffmas Masterlist
It had just turned over from January to February and you and Kylo had spent the last month touring through Greece and Italy. Eating, walking around, relaxing, and christening every hotel and villa with several rounds of hot, passionate, loud sex was what filled your days so far during your vacation. You now had been in Monaco for a few days and were on the beach all day. As promised, Kylo had insisted you wear the most revealing bikinis he could find so that your ample curves and new tattoo would be displayed to anyone who gazed at your body too long. That turned out to be several sets of eyes and it only spurred Kylo on, having to ravish you in the private cabana you two would occupy each day you were on the hot and sunny beach near your hotel. “I love how everyone can see who you belong to,” he would moan out while sheathing his entire length inside of you. His thumb now always lovingly rubs over the heart tattoo encasing his initials every time he has you on your back, eyes darting between it and watching you stretch around him with each thrust. “Fuck! You feel so good, do you know how much I fucking love you? Love your body, your mind, the way you take me so well. You’re perfect and just for me, aren’t you, Angel?” His mouth was running nearly as fast as his hips were rutting into you and you ate it up. “Yes, yes! I’m all yours, always,” you mewled out as best you could despite him hitting that deep spot inside of you that made you lose all coherent thought. You almost forgot you were basically in public where anyone could hear you, but Kylo made sure you weren’t thinking about anything besides how good he was making you feel. The second his thumb slinked down from your tattoo to your swollen clit, you were cumming hard and very loudly. The second your walls started contracting around him he was emptying himself deep inside you, the feeling making you feel so full of him, both literally and figuratively. You were so in love with him and the way he fell on top of you, trapping you in his embrace with his wide torso and substantial weight, you knew he felt the same way, feeling totally wrapped up in you.
After you both recovered and your breathing had returned to normal, the sun was setting and you were eager to get in the shower and into bed. Each time Kylo had fucked you on this trip you were desperately worn out after, almost like he was hellbent on claiming you more than he usually was. As you exited the cabana, several people whipped their heads forward failing to make it seem like they weren’t listening to you and Kylo getting lost in each other. You looked up at his face as he wrapped a free arm around you, the other carrying the bag and towels you brought with you. The smirk he returned your look with shows off his adorably crooked teeth and made you softly chuckle. You didn’t care if the whole beach heard you, you weren’t about to censor your pleasure and Kylo would make sure of it.
When you got back to your hotel room Kylo dropped the bag on the ground before lifting you into his arms bridal style and carrying you into the grandiose bathroom while you wrapped your arms around his neck and kicked your legs as you laughed and gave him kisses from his neck to his jaw, and then up his cheek to his nose and temple. You had never felt more in love with this man you thought to yourself as he set you down in front of the giant bathtub. You held his forearms as you looked deeply into his hazel eyes as you softly said, “I love you so so much, Kylo. I hope you know I’ve never felt this deeply for anyone. You make me feel so safe and I never feel alone, even if we aren’t together. I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me.” His smile reaches his eyes despite it being still so soft. His hold around you tightens as the tub continues to fill. “And I love you so deeply, my love. You have changed me for the better in so many ways; I’m a better man because of you and your love. Now let’s get cleaned up before you pass out on me,” he says with a little chuckle before completely lifting you into the tub and slipping in behind you. Once you were finished cleaning the sand and saltwater from each other’s bodies Kylo had tucked you into the king-sized bed, lifting the down blanket up to your chin. He slid in next to you and pulled you to him from your middle, softly tracing your tattoo with his large fingers. His ministrations pulled you into unconsciousness immediately along with the warmth he radiated from his chest and arms into you.
You woke the next morning with music playing loudly from the main room of the suite. You sleepily swung your legs over the side of the bed, rubbing your eyes and stretching your arms above your head before standing up and pulling one of his large t-shirts over your head and groggily making your way towards the source of the music. You emerged into the small kitchen to find your big man towering over the hot plate wearing only a pair of black boxers. The kitchenette was a total mess but the smell coming from whatever he was making was heavenly. You walked up to him and wrapped your arms around him, kissing his back a few times before resting your cheek on it and with a squished face mumbling, “It’s a little early for this, don’t you think?” to which he rubbed one large hand over both of yours and replied, “Good morning to you too, Baby. And it’s never too early for Zeppelin.” He ushered you to the small dining table where you could look out of the floor to ceiling window showcasing a breathtaking view of the water and the boats crowded at the shore. The spread was immaculate and somehow the rock music only made it a better breakfast. Once you were done eating Kylo casually mentions with a mouth full of food, “I think this is my favorite song now.” You tipped your head to the side and closed your eyes to listen closely, recognizing it to be “All My Love” by Led Zeppelin. You open your eyes and look across the table at him to find him looking back at you with a look that could only be described as… nervous? You were confused why and asked, “Is that a bad thing? Why is it your favorite song, Baby?” He took a deep breath and almost nonchalantly answered, “Because it’s the song that played when you agreed to marry me.” You blinked several times while your brain attempted to absorb his words. “W-what? Are you proposing to me right now?” You both were basically in your underwear, sharing a casual breakfast during a beautiful Monaco morning. “Yeah, I am. What do you say, Baby? Wanna be Mrs. Ren or are we going to have an awkward trip to France?” He was smirking at you now, confident in your answer. You were honestly more surprised that the situation is so casual, you would have expected something much more fancy from him. Whatever the setting, you are elated. You leapt out of your chair and into his lap, smothering his face in kisses before squealing out, “Yes! Yes of course I’ll marry you! Oh my god, Kylo, I’m gonna be your wife! And oh my GOD, you’re gonna be MY husband. I am so happy, you make me so happy!” You were barely getting all your words out and Kylo was smiling so wide you can basically see each individual tooth in his mouth. “Yeah, Baby, I’m gonna be your husband. Fuck, hearing you say that is making me hard.” He stood, lifting you up and headed back into the bedroom before dropping you on the bed and frantically pulling your panties down your legs and throwing them somewhere neither of you could see. He’s on top of you so fast, kissing up your neck and settling himself in between your thighs. “I’m gonna fuck my fiance just how she deserves. That sound good, little wife?” You moaned at his words, now much more appreciative of Led Zeppelin than you were when it had woken you only a few hours ago.
