fulfillourdestiny | Multiverse Room-Mates [closed to hashisreasons/forcefierce]

She watched him, her face a mixture of admiration and amusement. Reaching down, she took his other hand and did the same, pulling them both up to cover her breasts. She felt like a giddy child, playing with a new toy in this scenario. It was all new to her. She'd never been this close to someone, never wanted to do the things she wanted to do with him. Her hips moved slightly, barely at all as she pushed down against him, rocking into him as she arched up into his hands.

"Ha... Have you ever..." Rey bit her bottom lip, blushing as she looked down at him. Once his hands where were they were supposed to be, she went back to exploring his chest. Her fingertips moved very slowly, gentle like as she explored his firm chest and smooth stomach. Another moan, her tongue slipped out as she bent down, placing a kiss to his neck.

She felt dizzy, her head drowning in all the sensations. "I... I don't know what to do," she murmured, looking up at him. "I just know I... I want more."

Kylo's hands were shaking a little, covering Rey's breasts even as she leaned into them. She was... soft, he thought, and he tried squeezing, just lightly. His own hips rocked into hers on instinct, and he tore his eyes away from just watching the way her body reacted to look back at her face.

"...No. I ... Never." It was hard to focus on the words when her closeness, leaning down against him, it was causing all the blood to rush south and he couldn't even feel embarrassed that he was growing hard as she moved against him.

"Yes," he agreed. He plucked at the fabric of her top. "Off." It was a request, his expression made that clear.

Rey smiled, nodding her had as she pulled away from him. She trembled as she pulled off the top, revealing a small, plain bra beneath it. It almost looked like it might not be the right size, the bra barely covering her.

She reached down taking one of his hands and covering her breast with it again as she ground down against him. "Kylo," she whispered, feeling her own body growing warmer. Arching her back, she leaned down, letting her lips find his. "Me neither," she whispered against his lips. "Be my first?"

Frankly the fact that the bra was plain or likely wasn't the right size didn't seem to stop Kylo's eyes dilating further, his hand shaking when it reached her breast again. He rubbed his thumb over the fabric, teasing at her nipple through it.

The kiss was hungry, messy, and he didn't care. Her question gained a groan from him, one desperate and wanting. He rose, and twisted, turning them to he was on top, pinning her under her and kissing with fierceness.

"Yes."

And suddenly, she was flipped onto her back. Not that she shouldn't have expected it, but it was the suddenness that threw her. Gazing up at him, she saw the dark look in his eyes, the way he seemed fueled when he kissed her.

One of her hands crept up into his hair, tugging on the soft locks and feeling them against her fingers as she returned his defiant kiss. His name was softly moaned again, a whimper against her tongue, muffled between their kisses. One of her legs lifted, rubbing her foot against his calf.

She had never felt more alive before in her life. And she had never wanted someone so badly. Her back arched, thrusting up against him as she lost herself in just how good he felt above her. He had to feel how her body reacted to him, because of him. "Kylo..."

He has no idea what he's doing, but whatever it is, he's got no desire to stop. His mouth moves from her lips, leading to her neck. More specifically that spot where shoulder meets neck, and he can feel her pulse as he kisses in that spot. A hand finally moves from one of her breasts, skimming down her side to run along the leg she had lifted up.

He grinds against her, slowly becoming aware that while they were without their shirts, their trousers were still frustratingly in place. He growled slightly, moving back just long enough to undo the fastenings on his own, shoving them down just enough. He's leaned back while doing this, kneeling between her legs and he looks up.

Force, she's a vision. His mouth is dry at the sight.

"...Fuck," he breathes it out. "Rey..."

When he moves, she moves. She's slow at first, untying the laces of her clothing and gently pushing it aside. Her shoulders shift slightly as she shrugs out of it, laying back down to stare up at him.

She's left in just her bra and panties now. She stares at him, her eyes moving up and down the length of him, taking it all in. She swallows, trying to remain calm, trying to remember to breathe mostly. "Kylo..."

One of her hands moves up to her breast, resting there as she stared at him. She squirms, her legs parting, wanting so badly to touch and be touched. A pink tongue darts out, licking along the length of her bottom lip as she gazes up at him. "I'm here..."

And real this time, she thought. Not a bond. Not a dream. This time, they could really touch each other and try to feel something. She trembles, but she's not cold. One of her hands reach out, running her fingers down the length of his chest.

Kylo is trying to remember how to breathe, and how not to swallow his tongue, just from looking at Rey. She's... Kriff, he doesn't even know the words to describe how she looks beyond the way it makes his heart hammer in his chest and his fingers itch to just touch. The latter, at least, he can control, reaching out carefully to run along her leg, up past the knee, on to her thigh, stopping within reach of her pants.

He glances up at her face, checking this this is okay, that he's allowed to touch her, before he crawls in closer, staring at that point where her legs meet with a hungry fascination. He reaches out with his other hand, and lightly brushes against the fabric of her pants, long fingers stroking up in a barely there touch.

It's damp. He feel himself harden, and he repeats the action.

"Kylo!"

Her hips buck. As hard as she tries not to let it happen, her body reacts and leans into his touch. It's very okay, as she hopes he can tell by her words and her reactions. Her eyes close and her head slumps back against the bed, her breath coming out in labored pants.

Before he can do it, she's reaching down, tugging impatiently at the very wet pants. She wants them off, her leg kicking as she tries to squirm out of them. She wants more. she needs to feel his fingers with no fabric hampering them. He'll see she's wet, dripping because of him. Only him. Rey sucks on her bottom lip, writhing in wanton pleasure, having never felt something like this and not sure how to react from it. She's in sensory overload, wanting more and more.

"Please," she begs.

Honestly, his first instinct is that he's done something wrong, and for half a second he's pulled back in worry, head snapping up to check on her with that concern. The look on her face, the flush and the way she squirms, let him know that, no, this is a good thing. He watches as she kicks the pants off and his eyes dilate to see her so bare before him.

"Kriff," he curses softly, shifting himself slightly so that he can look at her better. The hand holding her resting on her leg grips, moving that leg just a little and then she's opening to him. She's so wet, and he hovers in front of it with his fingers.

No, not his fingers.

He bends down, and drags her a little closer. He leans in, and, slowly, licks up the dampness that is gathering between her.

The minute that he touches her leg, she's sure that he is going to use his fingers on her. It never occurs to her that he might do something else, anything else but that. One of her hands reaches down, threading through his hair, massaging his scalp as she squirms beneath him.

And then she feels it. The wet heat of his tongue, the way his soft lips brush against her skin. She gasps, grabbing a pillow and biting into it in a veiled attempt to muffle the noises she so desperately wants to make. Rey takes a deep breath, attempting to lay very still, to not thrust up into his mouth and possibly break his nose.

She moans and whimpers, muffled by the pillow but still so very much audible. It's perfect, the way he teases and tastes her. She tries with the hand in his hair to show him that, gently brushing his head and letting her fingers run through his hair. Sweat begins to bead down her face and she's gone, lost in the sensations of him.

"Kylo... mmmmpf."

The taste of her isn't sweet, rather it's a salty tang that he can feel lingering on his tongue, and he finds himself thinking that it's perfect for who she is.

He wants more though, and his free hand moves to carefully hold open the soft lower lips, moving in closer with his mouth to kiss into the wet, licking and kissing in succession.

It's like he's found his new favourite meal, and he could dine happily on the taste of Rey for a long time.

His lips are slippery by the time he finds a hard little nub, and he sucks it into his mouth in curiosity, flicking his tongue over it in a cautious, slow movement.

She does, eventually, let up on the pillow, needing to be able to breathe. When she does, it comes out in shallow, labored panting as opposed to anything else. She tries to speak, but what comes out is jibberish. She's not sure what's worse, that he's enjoying it or that he's going slowly. A part of her seems to want him to go faster and deeper.

She bottom lip slides into her mouth as she sucks on it, whimpering in pleasure. One of her legs lift, rubbing her thigh against him as she drapes her leg over his shoulder. She doesn't even bother trying to be quiet now, lost in the pleasuring waves that are washing over her. His tongue, teeth, the way he's sucking on her makes her feel good.

His name slips out among her moans, like a prayer on her tongue. The hand not in his hair lifts to cover her face, rubbing at it with her palm as she squirms. Thee's a tightness in her belly growing that she's unsure about. Her back arches and it's a struggle to lay still. "Please," she whimpers, though she's not sure what she's asking for.

Her whimpers make him suck harder at that little nub, his tongue lapping along her folds in a sense of desperation. His fingers slip from holding her open, sliding inside her in a move that makes him pause only for a beat, before slowly moving thrusting them in. She's so warm, and so wet, and it's driving him mad. He thrusts lightly against the mattress, wanting friction of some kind.

The soft mutter of please has him pulling back briefly, looking up at her with dark eyes and shallow breaths. His fingers are still moving, still thrusting and he curls them a little, wanting to see what would happen.

The hand on her leg moves, only because he's aching. Kylo palms his own erection, wrapping his hand around in with a soft groan. As the fingers on one hand thrust into her, he thrusts into his own fist, wanting more than just the feel of his own skin.

He curses low, leaning down to kiss across her stomach, leaving smears of her juices across the skin. He notices this, and begins to licks it up.

Her hands move down, cupping his face as he stretches her out. Her head lifts from the bed and she stares down at him, her eyes half closed with lust. She can only imagine what how embarrassing she must look to him. One of her hands lift and she bites on her thumb, staring hungrily at him.

Her eyes are drawn down to his hands and she watches his body pump in and out of his palm in time with his fingers. Suddenly, it's not his fingers that she wants inside of her.

Her hips cant, pushing up against his hand, trying to feel his knuckles against her clit and to drive his digits deeper. Another moan, not muffled now, low and deep around them. She's never felt this wild before. Or this warm. Which is odd, because of how naked she feels.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches up, unclasping the bra and sliding it down her arms. Now free, she cups one of her breasts, squeezing it as she stared up at him. "Kylo..." Her other hand reached down, cupping his cheek, running her thumb along his wet mouth. "Please," she says again, begging him for more. He has to feel what he's doing to her, how wet he's making her by now. Her legs part. She urges him higher, deeper, something his fingers won't be able to do very well.

Her hand reaches down, wrapping her fingers around his wrist, moving in time with his pumping. "Kylo, you mean so much to me," she whispered. "Let me be yours."

If she asked? Kylo would admit that embarrassing was the last word he would ever use for how she looked. How she look was something that would be etched in his mind forever, something that made him very glad that no one was just invading his head anymore because this was something he wanted to keep to himself.

He can't help but stare at the way her body takes his fingers in, the way her hips buck and just how far his fingers are in her. It dries his mouth and his grip around his own cock tightens, wanting to feel her there and no his own hand. He looks up at her, then down again, seeing the way her hand grips his wrist, moving in time with him.

"Please," his voice his hoarse, and he looks back up at her. He runs his thumb over the tips of his cock, which is weeping with want. "Please," he leans against her, brushing against where he so desperately wants to be.

The look in his eyes, the desire in his voice is something she can't ever forget. It will be burned in her mind, a secret only for them to share. She smiled, nodding her head to him, wondering why it is taking him so long when it is clearly something that they both want.

Yes, she feels embarrassed and her face betrays that, reddening with a blush that creeps down her whole body. She too can't help but watch the way his fingers disappear inside of her, the way she grabs his hand and tries to pull it away from him, tries to drag his hands higher.

Her his shimmy a little as she pushes herself down his bed. Her eyes lock with his as she lifts her hips, pushing down onto his cock, trying to urge him inside of her. The feeling of bare flesh against flesh sends her spiraling, gasping as she stares at him. She wants it just as bad as he does and her body drips around him as she feels him enter her.

She's tight, slick, her body begging for him in every way. Her hands find his and she threads their fingers together. Deeper, she tries to tell him. Her hips tilt a little, the slightest of angles, trying to rock against him. "Please," she says right back to him, her legs moving up to wrap around his hips. She can take whatever he wants to give her. Gentle. Rough. None of that matters. She's not even sure what it would mean, she just knows she wants it.

She wants him.

When he's finally inside her, she moans, like he's meant to be there. Her body welcomes him and she doesn't move, enjoying the feel of him inside her at first. "Kylo..." She swallows.

There's a strangled groan from him as her wet heat envelopes his cock, a hand grabbing tightly at her hips to help pull her down into place, pushing in as deeply as he can. He can't help but close his eyes, pressing his forehead against hers as he just relishes the feel of it.

"So tight," he mutters, trying to find the right way to explain just how right it all feels. She's so warm, and wet, and tight, and she fits around him so perfectly. He feels her legs move up around him, and his hands glide over then, gripping on just under her knees. He leans forward, kissing at her neck where she swallowed.

He's not going to last. He can feel it. But he's going to make it worth it.

"Rey," the soft mutter and kiss dropped on her lips before he starts to thrust in, hips clashing awkwardly against hers. There's no rhythm to it, no real sense of beat, just a frantic pace that pushes deep. Desperation and want, and a desperate need to be as close as they can be.

"Kylo." Her head presses to his, their faces close as she kisses him in return. Her hands move around his neck, clinging to him and tugging on his hair as she pushes up against him. She can feel the bed creak beneath them and she doesn't care if they break it in that moment. Sloppy kisses. Two bodies moving almost in time, but not quite. It's awkward and messy, yet not unexpected for two people's first time.

It doesn't have to be perfect to them. It just has to be.

"So hot, so... So big," she pants, biting at his bottom lip, her body thrusting up against him. The way their bodies slap together, the noise sounds like an echo to her ears. She tightens her legs to his hips, clinging hard to him as they rock together in his bed. "More," she hisses, trying to take him in as deep as she can. She tries to go by feel, since this is all so new to her. "Oh... Oh god, I... Oh god, Kylo, I... I need you."

Can she taste herself on his tongue, he wonders briefly as they kiss in a messy manner. He's still shiny from her juices, she's still staining his lips and he knows this isn't perfect. He knows - somehow - it's all too messy and awkward and that they don't have a rhythm to them, but he can't bring himself to care. It's Rey that's with him and that's more than enough.

He bites her own lips in return for the bites she gives him, twisting his head slightly to latch on to her neck, sucking harshly there. It will leave a mark, a bright red claim that she can't hide and the thrill of that thought makes him push in harder, his grip on her legs tightening as he does so.

He curses loudly, hands slipping from her legs, placing them flat against the mattress as he thrusts in harder, desperate for more before it all ends.

"Maker, Rey," his voice is a low growl, strangled and tight with exertion. "I... fuck."

"Fuck..." That's what they were doing, that was for sure. Her body bucks beneath him, one of her hands slipping down his back to cup his arse, as if hanging on with each coupling of their bodies together. She doesn't care that it's not perfect.

It's them.

She can't help but yelp. She knows what he's doing. Marking her. She will be his.

"Kylo, fuck..." She gasped as she thrust up against him, harder, faster as the bed squeaked beneath them. "I... Oh god, Kylo, I... I think... Uh... I love you," she moaned as she writhed beneath him, wanton, not even trying to hide it. She clings to him, holding on as she pants in his ear. "I'm yours. I'm yours," she murmurs, over and over again. "I'm close, Kylo. I'm so... Close."

The bed creaked and groaned as they moved harder against each other. There was a noise, something like a crack, but he didn't care. All that mattered was them, was what they were doing and how it was making them feel. He was marking her, making it clear to anyone who looked that she was claimed, that she wasn't available. A hand shoots out, wrapping around her throat to force her chin upwards. It's not tight, it's a loose grip, she could break free easily, but there's a determination there. Kylo looks at her, and pushes a punishing kiss on to her lips.

"You are mine." There's Dark in the words, but that happens with a lot he says. Another hard thrust into her. Still holding her throat, he leans back in, marking her again. He pulls his full length out, and meets her eyes. "I'll kill anyone who stops us, I fucking promise you."

And then he slams back into her.

Edited 2019-06-11 19:36 (UTC)

Her eyes widened as she stared up at him. The marking was one thing, but the threats and the way he was gripping her throat, threatening to choke her, that scared her. The more he moved into her, the more her movements started to slow down.

She really did like him. A lot. She cared for him and she thought she might even love him, but he had scared her now. A lot. Her body shuddered and she felt her climax hit her. In a way, she was glad it was over. Her eyes close and she looks away from him, biting back a sob. What had she done?

Something had changed, he could feel it. He slowed, his own climax hitting in a way that had him shuddering and he slowlys pulls out of her. She looked away from him. Something...

"...Rey?"

"Yes, Kylo?" She sighed, finally turning back to look at him. Of course she was hurt. Fucking kill anyone was not really a romantic verse to her. She reached out, taking his hand in hers, having meant everything she uttered.

And yet, he had scared her. He'd scared her hard.

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