Archive of Our Own

For months, you had been obsessed with Supreme Leader Kylo Ren.

It was dangerous and reckless, but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. Every time he appeared on the bridge, your pulse would race. You’d steal glances when you thought no one was looking, imagining what it would feel like to be pinned beneath that towering, powerful frame of his.

At night, alone in your bunk, you’d close your eyes and let the fantasies take over- his gloved hands gripping your hips, that deep, distorted voice growling filthy commands through the helmet- ones that were cold and impersonal as he fucked you senseless. You’d touch yourself furiously, whispering “Supreme Leader” into the darkness, cumming hard to the thought of being used by him.

You were careful never to let it show. You never spoke his name aloud, except in those private, shameful moments.

But secrets like yours don't stay hidden from someone who can tear through minds like paper.

That night, you returned to the dim quiet of your quarters. Exhaustion clung to you as you eased down onto your bed. It was only a few moments of silence before your com link crackled with a curt order.

"Supreme Leader had requested your presence. Please report to his quarters immediately"

Your felt your stomach drop, and your pulse quickened instantly. What could he possibly want with you? You were just a mere sanitation employee, who had never had a direct interaction with him.

You felt a surge of heat between your thighs at the mere thought of going to Kylo Ren's quarters.

Hesitantly, you left your room and made your way through the dimly-lit corridors, thighs already slick with unwanted arousal by the time you reached the secure doors.

You stood there for a brief moment before they hissed open.

Kylo Ren's quarters were dimly lit in deep crimson. You gulped as you saw him standing there, just staring at you. His vocoder made his voice even more menacing as he spoke.

“Close the door"

You obeyed without question, the sound of the door closing signaling that you were now sealed in with him. The air felt thick, and charged with something you couldn't quite name.

He didn’t move at first.

Then, slowly, he reached up- but only to tilt his head, studying you through the dark lenses of his helmet. The vocoder crackled to life again.

“I’ve been in your head for weeks" he said, voice distorted and mechanical, sending a shiver down your spine. “Every filthy fantasy. Every time you touched yourself thinking of me"

Heat flooded your face. Even with the helmet on, you could feel the weight of his gaze burning into you.

“Last night especially" he continued, the words dripping with dark amusement through the modulator. “Legs spread in your bunk, fingers buried deep in that soaked cunt, moaning for your Supreme Leader while you imagined him fucking you raw. You wondered what I looked like under the mask, didn’t you?"

You felt a wave of shivers run down your spine as he stepped closer, towering over you- his black and red helmet just inches from your face. His gloved hand gripped your chin without warning, forcing your eyes up to the emotionless visor.

“Now you’re here. Alone with me" His other hand slid down your body and cupped your pussy through your uniform, pressing firmly against you. “You're obsessed with me, aren't you?"

"Supreme Leader- I- I-" you stuttered out, too afraid to move.

He leaned in closer- the smooth, cold surface of his helmet brushing against your temple as he growled low in your ear.

“Tonight, your fantasies become real. I’m going to fuck you exactly the way you’ve been begging for in that dirty little mind of yours. I'll keep my helmet on… until I decide you’ve earned seeing my face"

Without warning, his hands became rough and urgent. He yanked open your uniform, exposing your breasts to the cool air. Strong, gloved fingertips pinched your delicate nipples, rolling them between his fingers until you moaned.

“Fuck, these tits are even better in real life" his distorted voice rumbled.

He shoved one gloved hand between your thighs, rubbing your soaked core through the fabric of your panties.

“You're soaked" he grumbled.

You whimpered, hips bucking against his palm. “P-please… Supreme Leader"

He let out a dark, mechanical chuckle.

“That’s it. Grind on my hand like the needy little cockslut you are. You’ve been aching for my cock, haven’t you?”

He stripped the rest of your clothes away with brutal efficiency, leaving you completely bare before him. His own tunic followed moments after, revealing the broad, scarred muscles of his chest and abdomen.

Steady hands reached down to free his cock from the confines of his trousers. You let out a small whimper as you took in the sheer size of him- thick, veiny, and already leaking.

“On your knees" he commanded.

You dropped down instantly, hissing as your knees slammed against the hard floor. He threaded his gloved fingers through your hair, guiding your mouth to his heavy length. His helmet tilted down, watching you through the dark lenses.

“Open wide, little slut. Suck your Supreme Leader’s cock"

You took him in your mouth, lips stretching around his thickness as the distorted voice groaned above you. He thrusted shallowly into your mouth, groaning lowly.

“Fuck- that's good. Deeper. Choke on my cock" he continued to guide your head up and down the length of him "Let me feel that throat squeezing me while you worship the masked monster from your fantasies"

Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as he used your mouth, your spit dripping down your chin. You moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him growl.

He used your mouth roughly for what felt like an eternity, to the point where your jaw ached and your thighs began to tremble.

Finally, he pulled you off with a wet pop, strings of saliva still connecting your swollen lips to his cock. He spun you around, pressing your bare breasts against the cold wall, the helmeted head looming behind you.

"Legs spread, ass up. Now" he said sternly, hands coming down to grip your hips roughly. "Show me that dripping little cunt"

You obeyed as you shook with anticipation, arching your back in a desperate attempt to bring yourself closer to him. “Please- I n-need you inside me"

A sharp smack from his gloved hand landed on your ass, the sting blooming hot across your skin. You let out a whimper as he hit you again, this time with more force than the last one.

Then, you felt the thick head of his cock rubbing through your soaked folds, teasing from your entrance to your clit. ear.

“Beg for it" he demanded, voice rough and mechanical. “Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to fill you the way you've always dreamed of"

“Please" you whimpered, pushing back against him desperately. “Please, Supreme Leader. Fuck me"

Only then did he reach up.

And with a slow, deliberate motion, he removed the helmet.

Your breath caught as his real face was revealed for the first time- sharp, angular features, a vicious scar cutting diagonally across his face, dark intense eyes burning into yours, tousled black hair.

He was devastatingly handsome in a raw, dangerous way. He made your heart stutter.

A cruel, unfiltered smirk tugged at his scarred lips as he saw the shock and hunger in your eyes.

“Now you see who’s about to ruin you” he growled, voice now rich, low, and raw without the modulator.

He slammed into you in one brutal thrust, burying every thick inch to the hilt. The intense stretch tore a cry from your throat as he filled you completely, his scarred face buried against your shoulder.

“Fuuuuck” he hissed, holding still so you could feel every pulsing vein. “So fucking tight. This greedy little pussy was made for her Supreme Leader’s cock"

He started moving- slow, deep strokes at first that made you moan loudly, then harder, faster, the wet slap of skin on skin filling his quarters. One gloved hand gripped your hip bruisingly while the other reached around to rub rough circles over your swollen clit.

“Take every fucking inch of me. That's it" he grunted, pounding into you. “This cunt belongs to me now. Say it"

“It’s yours, Supreme Leader!” you gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust. “My pussy is yours… fuck me harder, please-"

He fucked you relentlessly in that position, the sound of your moans and his low growls echoing off the walls. Your first orgasm crashed over you without warning, walls clenching around his thick cock as you screamed, “Kylo- oh fuck, Supreme Leader!”

"What was that?" he hissed.

He stopped his ministrations, buried to the hilt inside of you. His hand came up to grip your throat while the other covered your mouth. "What did you just call me?"

"I- I'm sorry Supreme Leader" you mumbled against his palm, feeling lightheaded as his hand tightened around your neck.

"Fuck. My name sounds so good coming from those pretty lips" he groaned as he loosened his grip on you, picking up the pace again. "Say it again"

"Kylo"

"Louder" he demanded.

"Kylo!" you cried out, throwing your head back against his shoulder as he fucked you into oblivion.

Then he suddenly pulled out, spun you around, and lifted you effortlessly. He slammed your back against the wall again, hooked your legs over his strong arms, and folded you in half in a standing position.

Your knees were pushed up toward your shoulders, pussy spread wide and dripping as his thick cock rubbed against your slick folds. His scarred face hovered inches from yours, breath hot on your lips.

“Look at me while I fuck you" he ordered, slamming back inside with one powerful thrust. “I want to watch your face while your Supreme Leader ruins this little cunt"

“Please- yes" you panted, eyes locked on his intense gaze. “You’re so deep like this- don’t stop, I need more-"

He drove into you harder, the new angle hitting that perfect spot with every stroke. Sweat glistened on his scarred chest as he growled filthy praises right against your lips.

“Such a greedy little whore. Taking my cock so well. You’ve been fantasizing about this for months. Moaning my name in the quiet of your room like a desperate slut"

“I have- every night" you confessed breathlessly, nails digging into his shoulders. “I touched myself thinking of you, of this-”

He carried you to his large bed in the center of the chamber, never pulling out, and dropped you onto your back. Climbing over you, he pushed your knees to your chest and thrust back in, missionary and brutal.

“Fuck, you feel even tighter like this" he groaned, hips snapping forward. “Look at you, spread open for me. Beg for my cum"

“Please-" you moaned, legs trembling. “I want your cum inside me- I need it Kylo, please" you cried out as you threw your head back against the pillows.

"Dirty fucking girl" he growled. He fucked you like that for a few long, punishing minutes, your second orgasm building fast. When it hit, you cried out his name again, body arching beneath him.

"Kylo"

Only then did he flip you onto all fours on the bed, yanking your hips back and slamming in from behind once more.

“I’m going to keep fucking you until you can’t think of anything but my cock"

You pushed back against him desperately. “Yes- use me however you want. Just like I always dreamed-"

He pounded into you mercilessly, one hand fisting your hair, the other slapping at your ass. The room filled with the obscene sounds of skin slapping skin, your broken moans, and his grunts.

“Cum again" he commanded. “Milk my cock one more time before I fill you"

You shattered a third time, sobbing his name as your walls fluttered around him.

"Fuck"

With a deep, guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, hot pulses of his seed flooding deep inside you as he held you pinned, his scarred face pressed to your neck.

He stayed buried inside you for a long moment, cock twitching with aftershocks, before slowly pulling out. You felt his warm cum start to drip down your thighs.

Kylo turned you around, his handsome, scarred face inches from yours. He captured your lips in a slow, possessive kiss.

“No more hiding behind the mask in your fantasies" he murmured against your mouth, dark eyes gleaming. “From now on, when you moan for your Supreme Leader… you’ll see exactly who’s fucking you"