Wolf

Everything seems to be moving in slow motion. your vision blurred in your meeting earlier, and you nearly walked into the wrong room to input your data and almost tripped on your own feet while walking throughout the base.

Kylo had caught a glimpse of you from across the hall while speaking with one of the lieutenants.

from anyone else's perspective, it would've appeared as though he hadn't even noticed you there, but you knew he was staring at you by the small twitch of his head towards you.

You'd been avoiding him.

Being vulnerable was not something that came easy to you. Being able to strip yourself bare and present your very being to someone or something was intimidating.

With time, the entangled web of your convoluted relationship began to unfurl. You had imagined Kylo would be the one to unravel at your hand.

To roll over on his back in trust that you'd take the reigns; rose-petal lips pushed into a petulant pout, tears stringing thick lashes together along his honey-amber eyes.

The brutal weight of his position; as an Apprentice of the First Order, does not go unnoticed to you.

The very thought makes you raw with nausea.

When the end of the day crawls to an end, you find yorself stumbling into your quarters, peeling off your uniform before falling onto your bed with a shaky grunt.

You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. the sobs rolling up the back of your throat.

Your Datapad pings

"Kylo Ren requests your presence in his quarters"

Pulling yourself up from your bed with a groan, you throw on a more casual uniform and your boots before leaving your room and making your way towards Kylo's.

The walk across base from your quarters to Kylo's is about ten minutes, and with each step, you can feel your resolve, begin to break, and anxiety filling out every corner of your mind.

You know what awaits you behind the door to his room, and it terrifies you so – the intimate truth that he'll make you submit to him and yourself brings tears to your waterline.

When the door begins to slide open with a gasping hiss, you consider tucking tail and running. He'd catch you.

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In his room, you sit on his floor; his idea. The cool of the tile settles into your tight and hot skin, urging you to at least breathe properly while Kylo waits for you.

He's sat on his couch, watching you laid out on your back, your arm thrown over your eyes and bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you try to stifle the watery tone of your voice when he asks why you've come here.

And it's the truth. You had every ounce of control in the decision to visit him, as you've exercised throughout the past few weeks by choosing to ignore him.

You're not sure what you need. But you're completely sure you can't bring yourself to admit that fact.

Guilt gnaws at you as you curl up on the cold floor, your vulnerability laid bare. You choke on a wet sob, muffled by the skin of your forearm as you sink your teeth into yourself.

Kylo stands up from the couch to crouch beside your form, gently pulling your arm from over your eyes.

"I can't help unless you talk to me."

Kylo's voice pierces through the thick, hazy fog that envelops your mind. The ache in your head throbs against your skull.

You're just so —

"M'tired." Is all you can manage

You’re teetering on the edge, the weight of it all clawing at your insides, desperate to spill over and drown you. You want so badly to hurl it all at Kylo, to let him bear your burdens, to let him remind you in his brooding way that you’re not alone in this vast universe.

The urge shatter completely is a malignant beast, writhing and rooting itself in your lungs and gnawing its way up your throat, threatening to spill over in a vulgar torrent of sobs.

Kylo's voice cuts through the turmoil, distant, but you can feel him amidst the foggy cloud that's clogged your brain. Your ears suddenly feel stuffy, and you can't focus on the floor beneath you. His gloved hand wraps around your neck, anchoring you, dragging you back from the edge, his touch grounding you in the maelstrom.

You’re splintering, fragments of your mind breaking apart as you spiral into a maelstrom, unable to grasp at any semblance of calm.

"Settle," Kylo's voice slices through the madness, a stern anchor in your chaos.

A fleeting, grounding thought slips through: gratitude. Gratitude for his restraint, for not using the force to silence your brain, effectively 'shutting it off,' as you'd told him once.

He hadn't thought that was funny.

That was one of the first rules you set when this whole thing started—no forceful mind control. It felt too invasive, too overwhelming. But if ever the need arose, Kylo would know.

And he understood, like he always does.

Kylo's touch is steady, his fingers gentle yet grounding as they form a 'v' at the base of your neck. The way he squeezes and strokes, it’s a silent promise—a delicate balance between power and restraint, echoing the unspoken rules that warms beneath the surface of it all.

He soothes you, firm touch reminding you that he's here with you.

That he'll take care of you.

"What do you need?"

You've come to unravel Kylo. To know his existence and to understand that his offer stretches beyond the confines of what he can tangibly provide.

He's laid himself bare before you, stripped of all pretense, offering himself up in raw vulnerability, just as you've done for him countless times before.

There's an undeniable, visceral need between you – a deep-rooted wanting for Kylo to dismantle you, piece by piece. Meticulously reconstructing your shattered fragments into something whole once more.

In this raw, all-consuming bond, the edges of your souls bleed into each other, your desires twisted and inseparable, fueled by a primal, haunting need that neither of you can fully comprehend but both are helpless to resist. It's a dark baptism – a carnal need for Kylo to consume you.

To invade every corner of your mind and envelop your body with his own until you fuse together into one entity.

The pad of his thumb traces over your taut skin, and you instinctively press up against his hand with a sniffle, rising to settle back on your haunches.

Kylo's hold remains firm as he examines you, his gaze burning through every layer of your being, leaving you feeling exposed. A gentle hum simmers in your mind, and you feel yourself relax under him.

When you lean in, he meets you halfway, your teeth clashing and lips pressed against one another in a mess of desire and desperation.

His taste is a heady mix of vanilla and leather, intoxicating and overwhelming, as his strong nose brushes against your cheek.

His plush lips press against your swollen ones, and with a clumsy urgency, he pulls you into his lap, forcing you to straddle him. You're left breathless, inhaling through your nose as Kylo deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the arch of your mouth before he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, sending shivers down your spine.

You're starving for him, desperation woven through every nerve rubbed raw and exposed under the rough of his leather gloves, the thick fabric of his cowl grazing your sensitive skin.

He's hungry for you. You crave to be devoured by him — to be completely consumed by him.

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"Stop fighting me." Kylo speaks lowly, gloved hands gripping the plush of your thighs, holding you open as his cock rests against your soaked folds.

Kylo remains fully dressed, opposed to your naked form under him; your clammy skin steams against the thick fabric of his heavy robes.

The stark polarity is routine.

He's got you propped up on the leather cushion of his couch; kneeling on the floor with his hands holding you open by the underneath of your shaky thighs.

You just can't relax.

"Can feel you tensing up," He states gently, the gloved pad of his thumb circling your skin softly, "You need to relax."

It's so hard.

It is so hard to just let your mind relax and relinquish your beingness in every waking second

Kylo knows you. Knows that you're tangled up in your mind, drifting aimlessly. You trust him to pull you back, as he always does.

And you're trying so hard to relax but with your tight hole clenching around nothing and the fat tip of Kylo's cock resting between your folds, it's beginning to feel damn near impossible.

"Canto?" he asks, watching your eyes keenly.

It takes you a moment to register the safe word and its meaning before you're adamantly shaking your head, mustering up a deep sigh in an attempt to relax yourself.

"I'm okay," you nod, pushing yourself up to rest on your elbows to look where your bodies meet, "Just-"

Kylo pulls away from you, and for a moment, you panic at the thought that this has gotten to be too much for him.

your panic must be evident in your expression by the way Kylo's eyes widen some, slipping your legs over his shoulders.

"You have got to relax."

"M'trying." You mumble abshadly, lowering your eyes.

"No, you're not," Kylo leans further down.

You're too tired and frustrated to argue back.

Kylo strokes the underside of your knee, "I'm just gonna help you out a bit. Can I do that?"

You nod, letting yourself sink back into the cushions of the couch.

Kylo's tongue runs flat against the sopping folds of your pussy, dragging it up to peck your clit.

He's quiet as he does so; dark and thick hair tickles the insides of your thighs and you nearly cum at the existence of Kylo Ren, an apprentice of the First Order, on his knees eating you out.

You must've said that thought aloud somehow because he makes an amused hum as he slips his tongue past your folds.

Your nails dig into the leather of his couch, and you give a light and shaky moan.

Kylo's hands move from their place on your hips to pull your hands up to rest in his hair to which you immediately seek purchase.

His nose bumps against your clit and you gasp, pulling at his hair to drag him upwards.

Kylo follows your lead, meeting your lips in a lazy kiss. Your taste on his lips pulls a sob from your throat.

"You okay?" he asks, pressing his forehead to your own.

You nod and Kylo leans back to slip his cock up and down your folds again. Your cunt easily swallows his length as he sinks into you.

"There we go," Kylo praises, pressing your legs back to their original position, spread out, and pressed flush against your chest.

The angle and your relaxed cunt pairs perfectly as he strokes the insides of your walls with his girthy length.

A small furrow of his brow lets you know he's enjoying this just as much as you are. You've come to know his tells.

You can never understand how he composes himself so well while you remain a writhing mess beneath him no matter the routine.

And you're so full with him that your thighs shake as Kylo takes hold of one of them and pulls it up to rest over his shoulder.

You nearly cum when he meets your eyes, gaze unfaltering as he presses a gentle kiss to your ankle.

The rock of his thrusts is piquant; rendering your mind numb and your body humming in response to his every touch.

"O-oh, Kylo," you nearly fucking purr, digging your nails into the fabric of his sleeve. The reminder of the power imbalance in your ranks sends a shiver down your spine.

Kylo presses himself into you at your sobs, thick fabric rubbing coarsely against your bare chest; adding a new layer of deliciousness to how full you already feel.

"See?" Kylo hums, the weight of him makes you keen, "It's not so hard to ask for help, is it?"

You feel like crying – suspended in an overwhelming haze of exhaustion and submissiveness.

Kylo.

Kylo is the only thing you can focus on in the heat of it all.

The weight of him, the stretch of his cock, his robes, his soft hair, his voice, his hands, his touch, his-

"Just need someone to take care of you, huh, sweetheart."

you're fully sobbing, chest heaving under him as the stress washes off of you.

You can feel Kylo pull out of you before you're being picked up. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist as he settles onto the couch, holding you in his lap.

Kylo shushes you softly, his strong nose stroking your soft skin as he presses kisses to your jaw and chin.

you grind into his lap, through the whirlwind of your emotion, sitll seeking pleasure from him, the ache of it throbbing in your heat.

"Need you," you sniffle into a sloppy kiss.

Kylo shuffles beneath you, moving you so that your cunt lines up with the fat head of his cock.

He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth as he sinks you down on him with a stifled groan.

Frustrated, you go to move only for Kylo to stop you. Bringing his hands from your hips up to cup your cheeks, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Just let me do it," He says softly, kissing the tip of your nose, "Let me in."

You're hesitant as you pulse around him before you give a soft nod, "Okay."

And in instant, you feel lightless; the weight of your stress and anxiety completely dissipates, absolved by the room and Kylo and the whole universe.

And in the same moment, he thrusts beneath you some, dropping a hand to your hip to help guide you.

You can't focus on anything but him as you rest your forehead against his.

"Let me take care of you."

His room feels and sounds comfortably quiet; the hum of the base disappears and there's nothing left but your gentle moans and Kylo's bated breath beneath you.

you can feel the force everywhere – inside of you, on you, with you. It's addicting and you grasp for Kylo in the fog of it.

"I know, I know."

your breath hitches, an inescapable sob falling from your swollen lips.

"You're so big," you say softly, almost a whisper of it on your lips.

Kylo hums, continuing your steady rock against him.

"R'you close?" You manage through a wine, wrapping a weak arm around his neck to hold you up.

Kylo nods against your forehead, "Yeah, sweetheart."

When you cum, the soft quiet of the room pulses around you – a warm hum that rides over your skin in waves.

Kylo's quick to follow when you whine and squeeze around his swollen length, pulling you down to him as he fills you.

You feel him press a kiss to your temple, smoothing your hair off of your sweaty forehead.

"Tell me what you need."

A deep sigh.