Characters: Kylo Ren

Pairings: Kylo x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, light sexual content

Words: 1293

Summary: Based off the song "Lurk" by The Neighbourhood. Prompt: "I'll fucking digest you / One kiss at a time"

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Terror.

That's all you could feel as your heavy, black boots dragged along the floors of the metallic hallways of the First Order's star destroyer. There was an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach and you felt like you could throw up at any second.

You knew something bad was going to happen - there was no doubting that. After today's earlier encounter with the infamous, Kylo Ren, you've been feeling off. You knew he was angry, you made a simple mistake and the masked man lunged towards you, stopping only inches away from your face. You could hear his breaths; they were ragged and full of anger, but lucky after moments of nothing, he walked away. You thought you had gotten off easy but now, you were called to his quarters and you knew you were done for.

The fear only grows inside of you as you think of how your fate lies in his hands. He could do anything to you; kill you even. The thought sent shivers of fear down your spine and you had to put all your willpower into keeping your breathing at ease.

As you found yourself in front of the tall metal doors, you froze in place. This was it, you thought, once you walk in there, there might be no walking out.

You sucked in a deep breath and exhaled with ease, preparing yourself one last time before you knock on the door.

Only seconds later, the two doors slide open and Kylo Ren is standing in front of you in full attire; his damaged mask staring directly at you.

"Come in." He spat, coldly, the flat robotic sound of his mask causing you to flinch. You do as he says - quietly stepping inside - walking past his towering figure. The doors shut harshly, causing you to jump as you turn back around to face Kylo Ren once again.

For a while, he just stares at you in a dreaded silence as he analogizes every aspect of you. The stare of his mask was intimating, making your body shake from pure fear. Once Kylo senses this, he tenses up before reaching back behind his head, removing his mask with one swift move.

The monster that once laid before your eyes turns in a soft, fragile man. His sharp, cold eyes were just as frightening as the mask, staring at you with a hard gaze, but there was something about it that put you at ease. He looked human; something you didn't expect from his murderous, heartless actions.

His features were tense as he took gentle steps closer to you. You gulp, trying to prepare yourself for the horrors to come.

He stops only a few inches from you, much like earlier today. He holds your stare before speaking,

"I always get what I want." His voice comes off as calm but there was nothing calm about the hard stare he gave you.

You were speechless. Your dry mouth couldn't form any words so you just stared back at him, drowning in your fear. It felt like hours had passed between his next move; he swiftly pulls the gloves from his hands, throwing to the floor beneath him.

His hand reaches up to skim across the soft glow of your cheek; his touch was cold, sending another set of shivers down your spine.

"And do you know what I want?" He questions, holding your chin in his hand - his grip becoming tighter.

He waits for any type of reply from you, but you stay silent. "Speak!" He demands with his anger showing.

"I-I don't know what you want." You manage to choke out, holding back the tears brimming at your eyes. He lets out a cold chuckle - a devilish one - as his hands remove from your skin. You find yourself grow cold from the absents of his touch; which was a mystery to you as his fingertips felt like ice.

Pacing around you, he takes in every part of you; admiring the control he had over you. You're caught off guard when he suddenly stops in front of you and brings his hands the side of your head. You knew exactly what he was going to do.

"You dream. You dream of rose gardens and vast skies. You dream of a family; love." His words come out in a slow pace as he probed your mind, digging through every last part. You tried to fight back but he was too overpowering as he went deeper. "You're scared. Alone. You're weak." He removes his hand from its position near your head and you let out a deep breath you didn't realize you were holding.

He doesn't step away from his close stance in front of you; he stays put, staring deep into your fearful eyes once again.

"Don't be afraid." He whispers, bringing his hand back to your face. For the first time, you start to admire his beauty. He was a gorgeous man. As monstrous and disgusting his actions were; there was no doubting he looked like an angel. It scared you - how someone who was so ruthless could be so... beautiful.

The longer he bores into your eyes, the more your fear starts to disappear, being replaced by an emotion you couldn't quite grasp; an emotion you have never felt before.

"I want-" He pauses, moving his hand that was gently resting on your cheek, through your hair, grasping it softly. "I want to destroy you."

Earlier, those words would have caused you to burst into fear but to your surprise, it only caused a heat to grow in the pit of your stomach and you felt anxious under his touch.

"I belong to no one. I do not need anyone but myself, but I somehow find myself hoping you want me." He disclosed, trailing his eyes to the hand that was tangled in your hair. "I want to know every part of you. I need you to be mine."

He chuckles bitterly before removing his hands from your hair, yet his touch never leaves your skin. "You. How could you possibly make me feel this way." He hums as his fingertips trail down the exposed skin on your neck, drifting down the fabric of your shirt, trailing on until he stops, gripping your waist. His free hand moves to cup your face as you watch his eyes grow darker.

"I'll get what I want; I know you want it too." He purrs, admiring your softening features.

"I do." You agreed, watching him hopefully. It doesn't take long for him to be sent over the edge; he couldn't take it anymore. His lips crash onto your own; quick and hungrily. You kiss back with ease, your lips felt like they've known this feeling their whole life; like they were made for this exact moment. Nothing but pleasure shot through your veins as you felt his hand glide against your hips and then your back. The kiss only deepened, the hunger growing more.

Once he finally removes his lips, you feel lost; missing the feeling he put inside of you. Both of your breaths were heavy as you stared at each other, nothing but the sound of panting filling the cool air.

"I'll fucking digest you, one kiss out of time." He growls before crashing his lips against yours once again. As he feels you growing anxious, his lips detach from yours, moving to your neck. He listens to the soft sounds that escape from your lips and he smiles coldly to himself before moving his lips back onto yours.

You originally thought you would walk into this room with little chance of walking out unharmed. The thought wasn't exactly false; he had harmed you.

You weren't harmed in any physical way; you were harmed by his touch. He left a scar everywhere his fingertips met your skin. There was no recovering; he left his mark on you.