Full Court Press (NBA!Kylo Ren x Reader) - Part 2
A collaborative fic by @weareallstoriesintheend & @saynotoshityouhate
Link to Part 1
AU Inspo: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMdpBEY21/
Words: 2832
Summary: You found yourself in the Tie Fighters locker room after the game with the one and only Kylo Ren. You quickly realize he didn’t invite you here just to give you an autograph.
Warnings: Smut, Fingering (f receiving), Pet Names (good girl, Princess), PIV Shower Sex, Kylo Ren is a bit of an arrogant dick.
His lips tugged and sucked at yours relentlessly, his tongue sliding languidly into your mouth. For the first couple of seconds you were frozen, unsure of how to respond to the Kylo Ren kissing you without even so much as a word. But as he deepened the kiss further, lowering his hands to your waist to tug you into the curve of his body you caved. You relaxed into him, momentarily forgetting where you were, humming a quiet moan and you felt him smile.
All of a sudden, coming back your senses, you pulled back and pushed him away from you with hands flat on his broad chest, “What the fuck are you doing?” you exclaimed with a little less anger than you’d been hoping for.
He continued to smile at you letting his eyes roam over your body, your chest heaved anxiously as you sucked air into your lungs in an effort to calm yourself.
As you took a step back he followed you, it struck you as odd that his movements didn’t feel predatory… they felt intriguing.
You took a second to take him in as he loomed before you; his shirt was off, ditched somewhere behind him, and his shorts hung low on his hips. Sweat was dripping between his impressive pecs and you could see him clenching his fists at his sides causing the veins in his forearms to bulge. Your eyes lingered on the twisting patterns of his tattoos that slunk down his left arm, shamefully the sight of them alone made your cunt throb.
“A-Answer my question” you internally rolled your eyes as your voice stuttered, you were hoping for something a little more commanding and he knew it.
“Kissing you” he stated, “What does it look like I’m doing?”
You went to speak but stopped dead as he took another step, levelling himself with you and staring down. “I’m a stranger” you whispered, a little nervous of his intentions with you in this empty locker room.
Suddenly you were shoved with considerable force back into the wall, his forearm across your chest holding you still. His lips dropped close to your ear and he let out a quiet growl under his breath, “You think I didn’t notice?” he asked, voice teasing and amused “You think I was too focused on the game to see the way you were looking at me?”
“Maybe that’s why you lost?” you looked up at him with wide innocent eyes, raising the pitch of your voice just a little and lifting a questioning eyebrow.
His eyes blew dark and he growled once more pushing you impossibly further back into the cold wall. Before you could say anything further he grabbed you by your shoulders and pushed you into one of the cubbies, sitting you down on the bench below where his clearly expensive clothes were hung. As you dropped onto the bench with force you could hear the row of neatly stacked watches clatter, you flinched in case they fell knowing all too well that even just one was probably worth more than your yearly salary.
You looked up at him as he towered over you, he pressed one hand up above you, leaning down ever so slightly as he ran his fingertips along your jaw. Taking a tight grip he forced you to look up at him, “Don’t take your eyes off me.”
He let go of your jaw and trailed one finger down your neck, slowly in between your breasts and over your stomach. You resisted the urge to visibly shudder at the seductive way he was treating you.
His dexterous fingers flicked the button of your jeans open and slowly pulled the zip. He smirked as the rise and fall of your chest quickened and your legs opened just a little.
“Tell me to stop” he whispered, leaning down so that his face was level with yours, breath ghosting over your face. You gulped heavily and shook your head.
He chuckled low in his chest and smiled, “So willing to fuck a complete stranger?” he asked, “Such a little whore.”
You whimpered quietly as you felt him slip his hands past the tight material of your jeans and play with the soft cotton of your underwear. His face was plastered in a smirk, “I love how you respond to me.”
As he spoke he slipped his fingers into your underwear, feeling and pressing into your cunt. You moaned brokenly as he slid his fingers over your clit.
“So wet for me already” he chuckled before leaning forward and capturing your trembling lips in a deep kiss. You let out another pathetic whimper at the soft, delicious slide of his tongue into your mouth. His skilled fingers picked up their pace against your clit causing you to let out a muffled moan. Kylo let out his own moan as he heard your hands slap down onto the wood seat beneath you and grip the edge tightly; arrogantly enjoying just how much his touch was affecting you.
You gasped his name into his lips as his fingers lightly traced your throbbing clit. His eyes watched you hungrily; he leant back and used his free hand to brush back a curl of hair that had fallen loose from the tight top-knot he’d wrestled his thick locks into. Instead of leaning back into the wall he crouched in front of you, slipping his fingers down from your clit to push two inside you.
Gasping at the sensation that filled you, impossibly thick fingers stroking along your walls, your spine tingled with electricity. The sensation caused you to tilt your head back and your eyelashes to flutter gently closed.
You reached forward and grabbed his forearm in desperation, “Kylo” you whined, bucking your hips into his hand causing the heel of his palm to brush against your clit.
“So the question is…” he began, his voice low and teasing “…do I make you cum on my fingers or on this?”
You opened your eyes just a little to look up and you saw him palming his hard cock through his shorts and you clenched hard around his fingers. Openly laughing he curled his fingers slightly inside of you, “Question answered”
Grabbing you by the wrists he roughly pulled you to your feet, he began to tug your clothes from your body. As you kicked off your shoes and lifted your blouse over your head, in fear he’d rip it, he bent down and pulled your jeans and underwear down your legs. You reached behind you and unclasped your bra as you watched him shimmy his shorts and underwear down. A quiet gasp was all the sound you could make at the sight of his blushed red hard cock bobbing against his stomach.
You squealed as he abruptly picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder and walking off into a tiled room you presumed was the showers. He placed you down on unsteady feet before turning on the shower with a twist of the handle. Warm water began cascading down over his body; you followed the water droplets that dripped down his soft tanned skin with your fingertips. Kylo turned towards you sighing as the water flowed down his back, probably soothing some aching muscles.
You carded your hands up into his messy long hair tugging it loose from the knot it was tied in. Pulling him down you guided him to that spot behind your ear that made you shudder, instantly you felt him smile into your neck and he pressed a tantalizingly soft kiss to that spot.
“Just here?” he asked, his deep voice reverberating through you.
You nodded frantically and he smiled against you once again letting out a cocky chuckle. His plush lips sucked hard at the sensitive skin causing a moan to erupt from low in your chest. A combination of the touch of his lips and the warm stream of water caused a rush of heat to climb up your body from your toes and you let out a fractured whine, “More...please?”
Without giving you a chance to even take a breath he bent down and hooked his arms under your thighs, hoisting you haphazardly to tuck your legs around him. Kylos body felt even bigger like this, caging you against the wall, it felt like every inch of your skin was being touched by his. Dipping his head he captured your pebbled nipples in his mouth, one after the other, stroking his tongue over the hardening buds. Your clit ached with a hard pulse as you felt a rush of wetness, feeling overcome with so much him.
He began pressing his full lips into your neck again; sucking and licking his way around the soft skin eliciting gasp after gasp from your open lips. As he pressed his hips further into you his cock, pulsing between you, slid up the slit of your dripping wet cunt and his tip bumped against your clit. The feeling sent shockwaves through you both and his hands slipped a little. You gasped his name as you slid a little down the wall, he lifted you back up and rutted into you again.
“So beautiful” he murmured and when your eyes focused on him, a flash of heat crept up to your cheeks when you saw his expression. He was staring down at your cunt with a look that could only be described as starvation. You whimpered and squirmed when he suddenly dipped forward, his lips just barely touching yours. When you leant to capture them he pulled back with a cocky grin.
“You seem to like asking questions…so ask me.”
“P-please?” you pleaded quietly, unsure exactly what he wanted you to say. He didn’t respond and just continued to look at you with an expectant raised eyebrow.
“Please Kylo? … I want you inside me. Please make me feel good.” you begged quietly, suddenly worried people may hear you even over the rush of the shower.
He groaned as he bumped your clit again and again with the flushed tip of his cock. You felt him tease your hole with it as you linked your legs around him harder pulling him into you. He paused, taking a second to catch your eye contact; you nodded, giving him permission.
Finally you felt Kylo harshly push his cock inside of you, not giving you time to adjust to the stretch. With one snap of his hips he bottomed out, connecting his hips with yours, and you dug your nails into his biceps with a cry. The feeling of him instantly overwhelming you with how full you felt, your head flung back hitting the tile with a smack. He stilled himself, breathing heavily into your wet hair as you whimpered for him.
“Kylo, f-fuck… move please” you begged bucking your hips up into him, desperate to feel the drag of him against yours walls again.
“You sure, Princess?” he laughed.
“Yes!” you pleaded looking at him with wide doe eyes. He bent and kissed you before pulling out of you slowly and plunging back inside. You cried out loudly, eyes rolling back.
You felt yourself getting louder and louder as he continued to firmly thrust into you, making sure you took every inch of him as your legs held him in a death grip. You felt him shuffling and realised he was moving to hold you with one arm.
The thought that his wide, muscled body was able to hold you up with only one arm and the weight of his body pressing you against the wall made you clench around him. His free hand came up to clap over your mouth muffling your cries, “Stay quiet for me, can’t have anybody ruining our fun” he grunted into your ear.
Your cunt clenched at his words, feeling your stomach tighten, and he groaned at the sensation. He picked up his pace, rutting into you hard and you winced at the slam of your hips and lower back against the unforgiving tiled wall.
“That’s it. Good girl, you take me so good.”
You whimpered, your desperation was overpowering; you felt like you were drowning all the while he was calm, thrusting hard and deep in your dripping cunt. Your fingernails began digging harsh red lines into his shoulders as you feel yourself getting closer to cumming. Your hands pull his sopping hair in a harsh grip, there was nothing sweet or loving about the two of you right now, this was pure, vicious need.
His own thrusts began to stutter and you manage to brokenly moan out his name, gathering yourself as much as you could and sucking in deep breaths “Fuck, please cum for me!”
“Not until you give me what I want, Princess. Show me how I make you feel.”
You can tell by the tone of his voice that he’s gritting his teeth as he grunts into the crux of your neck. He pulls up slightly and you unscrew your eyes to look at him; water from the shower was dripping down his forehead and slicking back his hair, his pupils were blown wide and his face was flushed a pretty pink – it was the most sinfully erotic thing you’d ever seen.
The grip over your mouth released and you felt him move his hand down your body between the two of you and lightly brush your clit. You cry out, head back and eyes closed again. He began to stroke firm circles over your clit in time with his thrusts whilst he coaxed you in that captivatingly low tone that comes from deep within his chest, “That’s it beautiful girl, I don’t care who hears you now. Let them hear what I can do to you. Cum for me.”
You felt your orgasm rush over you like fire licking your skin. You arched up, breasts pressing into his chest, scratching your nails down his biceps as you grabbed him wildly. Body wracking against him as you shout his name.
However he doesn’t give you a second longer to come down from your overstimulated state before he’s gripping your thighs with both hands and pummelling his hips into yours. His cock feels like it’s in your ribcage as he urges himself towards cumming.
You whimper and plead with him, tear-filled eyes holding his gaze as he grunts and curses. All of a sudden his furrowed eyebrows raise and he screws his eyes shut, you feel his hips falter and he cums with a shout, gripping your legs tightly and rutting himself into you.
After a few seconds of heavy breathing into your neck he reaches down and turns off the shower. You slide down his body as his hands release you.
Kylo grips your chin once you are down on your feet and tugs you into a heavy kiss, “Get dressed” he says against your lips. He walks away from you a little to toss you a towel from the basket in the locker room.
You sigh, muscles throbbing and legs shaking as you dry yourself down. Your throat stung from the strain of your cries and your hands felt like they were vibrating as they patted the towel against your skin.
As you make your way back into the locker room, drying the ends of your hair, you watch intently as he slips himself into dark trousers, a smart shirt and adjusts one of the impressive silver watches around his thick wrist.
Keeping your eyes lingering on him you pull your own clothes back on and take a seat to pull your shoes on.
“I want you here, after every game. You’re mine. You hear me? Mine.”
You nodded, your throat too sore to speak.
“I’ll have my assistant leave tickets at will call. No underwear next time. Now get out of here, out the side door. I have a press conference to get to.”
You stood, grabbing your things, avoiding his gaze. As you headed to the door, Kylo grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards him. You stumbled into him, bracing yourself against his chest. Not daring to meet his gaze, you looked at your feet.
“Look at me.” Lifting your chin with one finger, a finger that had just been deep inside you, your eyes met his. “Mine, princess. All mine.”
He lowered to your level, placing a chaste kiss against your lips, eyes remaining open and on yours.
“Go.” He let go, backing away from you, taking one last look at your body as you scurried away.
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“Kylo, you seem in a great mood for someone who had one of the worst performances of his career. What’s going through your head right now?”
Kylo smirked, winking at the journalist in the front row who asked the question. “Let’s just say, I found my good luck charm. I’ll see you next week.”
