Sam had eaten dinner with you and kissed you in the hallway before he left to finish up an order on the docking bay. You went back to your quarters carrying a hum in your chest, your face sore from the smile you'd been wearing. There was nothing official between the two of you--yet--but the past few days had you hopeful that something was going to happen.

You fumbled with your datapad as you stood in front of your door, mind flipping through images of Sam's lips, his arms, his smile--how he'd--

"So, this is where he kissed you." Your heart leapt into your throat, your entire body jolting in fear.

"Holy shit!" you said, twisting around. You didn't have to think to identify the owner of the dark, modified voice. Kylo Ren stood between you and any avenue of escape down the hallway. You dropped your voice to a hoarse whisper. "What the fu--what are you doing!"

"How did you put it--oh, right--ruining your life?" he replied.

You had already started to sweat. You scouted the hallways, your head on a swivel. No one was out there--yet. "What are you doing here! I can't be seen with you!"

"Let me in, then," he said. The smirk was audible in his voice.

Your heart had fallen from your throat to somewhere inside of your intestines, the hair on your arms stiff. "You bastard," you said, working to open the door anyway.

You kept your mind on Sam, trying to convince yourself that you wouldn't do anything. The door slid open and you shuffled to the middle of the room, wanting to keep distance from Kylo Ren as he followed you inside. As the entrance closed behind him, you swallowed. Your mouth was drier than sand.

"What?" you said, arms crossed, eyes stuck to the floor.

"I suggest you stop whatever you've been doing with him," he replied, taking a step forward.

You retreated as he did. "Who, Sam? Good luck getting me in trouble for that, considering what--"

"Thinking about him. Kissing him. I have to hear it. All the time."

Your jaw dropped. Was Kylo Ren... jealous? You had thought he was pissed for disrespecting him, but this? "Don't you have a job to do? You know, for the First Order? You can't busy yourself with that?"

He moved toward you again. "I make time for you."

You bristled. "Why do you even care, man? Every time we've done something, you drop me like a rock. You act like I don't even fucking exist!" Anger you hadn't known existed was sparking to life.

"I've already told you. You're a burden on my thoughts. I have to... own you. Possess you." He paused. "That means no one else."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Why do you think I'd hold out for a man who fingerblasts me in a cafeteria and then doesn't speak to me for a week? Why do you think I'd keep a candle lit for a face I've never even seen?"

Silence gripped the air, your words fizzing out in the break. You wondered what was happening underneath his mask--what he looked like, what he was thinking, what he was feeling. You wondered why he wore the mask to begin with. Kylo Ren looked around your room, then straight at you, your heart constricting under his stare. After what seemed an eternity, he moved, hands pulling back his hood, then going to the sides of his helmet, the locks hissing as they released. Your blood congealed inside of your veins--your pulse paralyzed.

He bent his head as he pulled the helmet away, and as he looked back up, he tossed it to the side. It smacked your floor with a loud, heavy thump.

"Holy shit," you said. It was as if oxygen had left the air.

Kylo Ren was far, far more attractive than you had imagined. He was downright beautiful. Black hair fell in thick waves onto his cloak, framing a face with full, pink lips and piercing dark eyes. His cheekbones were high, his nose aquiline, his skin peppered with freckles. Now your blood was spilling into your cheeks, down your neck. A distant pull, low in your belly. It was happening.

"Your turn," he said. His natural voice weakened your knees.

You gaped. "My--my what?"

"Strip," he replied. The intensity of his gaze hadn't dampened a bit.

Something below your stomach--you weren't sure what--clenched. Tight. "I--I can't. I... Sam..." Everything about this situation had changed. You couldn't find where you had placed your anger or your infatuation with Sam--you imagined that your hunger for Kylo Ren had disintegrated them.

He came closer, stealing the comfortable distance between you. But when he was within feet of you, he changed course, walking behind you, the quiet thud of his boots cracking the stillness of your room. You felt the power he had brimming from his body, even out of your sight.

"Perhaps you need more convincing," he said. And then, his hot mouth was breathing into your ear, his hand trailing a line down from your shoulder, your entire body wilting against him. "Take. Off. Your. Clothes."

"You asshole," you whined, lightning shooting up your spine. If you had wanted him badly with his mask on, this was about 100 times worse. You would bet money that your panties were already soaked.

His lips ghosted over your earlobe, brushing your neck, hand dipping from your shoulder to under your breast. "Take them off."

"Fuck!" you said, jumping away from him. "Fine!" You swallowed again, finding yourself strangled by anxiety.

You faced him, quaking everywhere, from the tips of your fingers to your chin. His eyes were unyielding, burrowing into your brain. Hoping to ease your vacillating nerves, you drew in a long breath and chewed your lip. Trembling digits fiddled with the buttons of your top, popping them out one by one until the front of your shirt hung open. You glanced at Kylo Ren, who was watching you as if you were the only thing that did exist.

Another shudder as you shrugged off your shirt, your skin bumping up as it hit the open air. You gasped for breath as you slipped out of your shoes and undid the fasteners on your pants. Blushing, you slid your thumbs underneath the fabric on your hips and eased the trousers to the floor. As you stepped out of them, you caught Kylo Ren's eyes lingering on your breasts, and you clenched again.

"Now what?" you said, folding your arms over your chest and looking anywhere but at him.

"I'm certain I told you to strip," he said.

You glanced at your situation--still in your embarrassingly plain undergarments. "Are you--you're serious?" The idea of standing stark naked in front of Kylo Ren filled you with dread. "I mean, come on, I look like hot garbage right now."

"Conveniently, I just developed a fetish for dumpster fires," he replied. "The rest. Now."

"Ugh!" you said. "I hate you so much." You shot him a glare as you reached behind you to undo your bra. Gulping, you slid the straps from your shoulders, and, after you closed your eyes, you let the garment fall to the ground. Another breath, and you pulled down your panties, hoping that you weren't so wet that it was gleaming off of your thighs. You couldn't bear to open your eyes again.

You heard Kylo Ren shuffling, moving around you, felt his eyes consuming you. Heat was pooling on your cheeks, in your belly, between your thighs. A shiver shook you. When you opened your eyes, he was standing in front of you again, his outer robes removed, and was dragging his eyes over every inch of your naked body. You grumbled, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, and his gaze flicked up to meet yours.

"Well?" you said, your skin crawling. "Is it the dumpster fire of your dreams?"

The corner of his lip twitched, and he brought his hand to his mouth, taking the tip of his glove in his teeth and tearing it away. You bit your lip as he followed suit with the other glove, his eyes making liquid of your insides. He meandered behind you again, and before you had a chance to hold your breath, a finger drew a line from your collarbone, down your arm, and back up again, crossing the back of your shoulders and moving upwards. As it reached your neck, the rest of his fingers joined, gripping the front of your throat and tilting your head to the side.

He buried his face in the space created between your head and shoulders, his lips grazing the exposed flesh of your throat, his other hand snaking under your arm and squeezing your breast. "You're beautiful," he murmured.

You whimpered, becoming putty in his hands. Had he really just said that? Kylo Ren smirked against your skin, sucking softly at your neck, his other hand teasing your nipple, the sensitive peak turning stiff at his touch. There was a fire raging between your legs--part of you wanted to turn around and ride him, and the other part was too shocked to move.

"You want me," he said, grinding his hips against your ass, his arousal obvious even through his clothes.

"Shit," was all that you could say. You were still shaking.

"Shh," he said, twisting your nipple. "I don't think I asked a question."

His hand left your breast, slithering down your stomach, leaving embers in its wake. He caressed the mound of your pussy, fingers daring to dip between your folds--but stopping short. His hips were still flush against your backside, the length of his cock digging into you. Your heart was slamming against your ribcage.

"Filthy thing," he whispered into your neck, before wrapping his lips against your skin and sucking hard, causing you to cry out. He pulled away, changing spots, before biting down and sucking again, his finger slipping between the lips of your cunt and stroking your clit. "Look how wet you are--I've barely touched you."

You groaned and the fingers around your throat squeezed, leaning your head further back. His finger skimmed your throbbing clit and your thighs clamped together in an attempt to force more contact. In response, he bit your shoulder, teeth threatening to break the skin. You yelped, and he tightened his grip around your neck.

"You're making far too much noise," he said, and spun you around, pushing you onto your bed, which was up against the wall. You made careful not to bang your head as you plopped onto it.

It was only moments after you had landed that he was pushing your seated body against the wall, straddling you. Your eyes widened as he pinned your arms above your head with one of his hands and crushed your lips with his own. His tongue was in your mouth immediately, wrestling with yours, his kiss so urgent that your teeth clacked together. You fought to pull away and catch your breath, but he was relentless, biting your lower lip and pressing harder into you. His other hand kept busy groping at your tits, tweaking your nipples, until finally he peeled open your legs, parted your folds, and, without warning, plunged two fingers into your pussy.

You squealed into his mouth, your walls contracting around him, and he smiled against your lips, moving now to the other, unblemished side of your neck. He nibbled and sucked at your flesh, trailing red, puckering marks down to your shoulder. You squirmed underneath him, and he held you steady, rolling his wrist as his fingers curled inside of you. Every inch of your skin was in flames, your thighs quivering as he drew quiet moans from your throat.

Kylo Ren pulled away, eyes darting across your body. "I just remembered something," he said, his fingers leaving your pussy.

You knew what he was going do, but couldn't find the words to respond. He held your gaze as he drew his digits up to his mouth and led them along his tongue, cleaning away your juices. He licked his lips as he finished, a wicked grin splitting his face.

"You were right," he said. "I didn't know what I was missing."

"Told you," you replied, experiencing a rare moment of clarity.

He pressed his mouth to yours again, bruising your lips, the taste of your pussy fresh on his tongue. You moaned against him, your cunt crying out to be filled again. It was intolerable--Sam be damned, you needed Kylo Ren's cock.

A smile against your mouth, and he pulled away. "What was that?" he said, his smugness unbearable.

"Dammit," you said. You hated that he could hear your thoughts.

"Say it," he said, the hand around your wrists pushing them into the wall.

"I need your cock," you mumbled.

"One more time," he ordered.

"I need your cock!" you spat, leering at him. Fucking asshole.

"I heard that, too," he said, his steel tone slowing your heartbeat. His other hand was rustling at the fabric of his pants.

You hadn't wanted to be, but you were mesmerized as he pulled out his erection, running his hand along its length. You had forgotten how big it was--and it looked even better in the light. The longing between your legs grew more insistent, your walls pulsing as you watched him rub his dick.

"Little whore," he said, and he let go of your wrists, snatching your hair and forcing your mouth onto his thick cock.

The familiar taste of his member sent saliva rushing from your cheeks as he bobbed your head back and forth along his shaft. Despite the back strain you had from the angle, you were humming against him, stroking him with your spit-slicked hands, meeting his eyes with your best lust-hazed look. As he stared back at you, watching your mouth swallow his length over and over, his pupils blew wide, his eyes like black coins.

"Yes," he said, jaw slack with pleasure. "Suck it."

A moan rumbled in your mouth, vibrating through him, and he groaned, pushing his dick down into your throat. You retched, but he was unflinching, using his other hand to keep your head in place as he jerked his hips. Giving into the pressure, you relaxed your throat, swallowing against him, obtaining another deep groan from him. He growled and ripped you away, and you choked as his cock slipped out of you.

"Turn around," he ordered, his hand already helping rotate your hips so that you were on your hands and knees on your bed.

You looked at the covers crinkling under your fists, your body burning with anticipation. Your head was spinning so fast that you barely had time to process what was happening, your vision clouded with longing. Kylo Ren slid his throbbing cock against the swollen folds of your cunt, the head of his member skimming your clit. You sighed, arching your back and shifting your hips back to meet him. He growled again and pulled away.

"Tell me what you want," he said, voice thick with desire.

"For you to fuck me," you groaned, clawing at your sheets.

"Beg for it."

Your cheeks were hot with embarrassment. "Please fuck me, sir."

He sneered. "Who do you want inside you, whore?"

Breath hitched in your throat--you knew what he wanted. Swallowing your pride, you shook your head. "Fuck me, Kylo," you said, ready to break, "please, Kylo, please!"

"There's my good girl," he said. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this."

Not sparing another second, he rammed his cock into you, moaning, the size of his shaft stretching your cunt, filling you whole. You cried out, and as you did, one of his hands was around your neck, the other seizing your hair and whipping your head back. He was savage, pounding into your pussy, your body rocking and quaking with every thrust. Any sound that dared to leave your body was caught by his grip on your throat. Pain shot through you, sweat trickling from your temples, but even still, you bucked your hips to meet his thrusts, wanting more--no, needing more.

"Greedy slut," he said, moving his fingers from your throat to hook the side of your mouth, pulling it open. "Say my name."

"Kylo," you moaned, drool dripping onto the bed.

"Louder," he said.

You grunted. "Kylo!"

"Whore!" he said, tugging at your hair, popping the joints in your neck. "Scream it so everyone knows who's fucking you!"

"Fuck! Kylo!" you howled. Your body was hot with humiliation. He didn't care anymore if you were heard. He was reckless to demand that of you--in the back of your mind, you hoped nobody had heard.

"That's right," he said, shoving your face into the bed as he slammed his cock into you.

You groaned--every noise you made was shuddering in your chest, the force of his hips creating a cadence in your breath. Your pleasure had hit a wall, and you reached toward your clit, hoping to send yourself over the edge. But that familiar invisible hand stopped you, followed by a physical hand wringing your wrists together behind your back. You cried out, writhing underneath him, tears stinging your eyes. You wanted to cum so badly.

"You don't cum until I say so," he said.

"Fuck--you!" you choked between the snaps of his hips.

You twisted your head around against the bed and saw him out of the corner of your eye, dark hair matted to his face, cheeks flush with blood, lips parted. He caught your gaze and snarled, pumping deeper into you, deeper than you thought was possible, pummelling your cunt until your legs began to go numb.

"Kylo," you wailed, your clit screaming for attention. "Please!"

He snickered. The hand on your head pushed you further into the bed, and the hand on your wrists was straining your arms to tearing. But a third--invisible--hand, was at your clit, buzzing around it, the pressure delicious and building fast. Your breath was coming in spurts--you had no idea the Force could be used like this--your thighs rattling underneath you, about to collapse.

"Gods!" you said, feeling sweat slide down your back. You weren't sure how much longer you could hold out.

He knew your weakness--he moaned your name, sinking into your pussy. "Do it," he said. "Cum for me, bitch."

An impossible pleasure shredded you, your moans grating your throat as your body convulsed, cumming violently, your throbbing walls milking his cock as it drove into you. The tightness of your cunt sent him over the edge, and he came with a deep, smothered groan, filling you up with his cum, fucking you both through the remnants of your climaxes. His slowed down and sighed, hands relieving your wrists and head, sliding up the sides of your hips and squeezing as he pulled out of you.

You crumbled onto the bed, feeling his seed leak onto your thighs. You were finding breath, finding your brain, finding words to articulate how good and thoroughly you had been fucked--but the world was whizzing around you as if you had turned to stone. As you fought your way back to reality, Kylo Ren had already begun putting on his robes, hands ruffling through the hair stuck to his forehead.

"Holy shit," you said.

Kylo cocked an eyebrow, pulling on his gloves--but was silent.

You sighed, rolling onto your back. "This is what I was talking about. You make me cum harder than... uh, ever--and now you're just gonna... leave? You expect me to just be okay with that?" You weren't sure if Sam could fuck you like that--but he would at least cuddle afterwards.

"You expect me to stay in an engineer's quarters overnight?" he replied.

"Well--I--I just..." He had you there. Staying in your room for the night didn't look good for either of you--not to mention whatever business he had to take care of. Your heart crumpled in your chest.

He considered you, an unreadable emotion flashing over his dark eyes. "Next time."

"Next time?" you said. Was he saying he'd stay over if you did this again?

Kylo Ren said nothing, retrieving his helmet from your floor and placing it back over his head. The locks hummed back into place.

"Wait, Kylo--"