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PROMPT POST 8: THE LAST JEDI
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Kylo/Rey, size kink
(Anonymous) 2018-01-03 08:59 am (UTC)(link)Re: Kylo/Rey, size kink
(Anonymous) 2018-01-04 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Kylo/Rey, size kink - Filled
(Anonymous) 2018-03-14 05:15 am (UTC)(link)Later, when they come together, bodies pressed sweat-slicked and yearning, their blood rises hot in their veins. Every cell of her strains towards him, and she knows, because she feels the truth of it; he, too, is yearning towards her in precisely the same way. And Rey, who’s explored her own body in the privacy of her old life, has a cursory sort of understanding of how two can join together. She smiles beneath him, and feels the waves of uncertainty and hesitation that are rolling off of him like scent from an overripe fruit.
“It’s fine,” she murmurs, pressing her hand across his damp brow, pushing the strands of hair off of it as he groans with need. “Ben, it’s fine, I want this, I want you…”
That isn’t what makes him so nervous, though. But he’s an eager student, a scholar of all things divine and mysterious, and so he diverts his attentions towards something which fascinates him.
His hands tug at the waistband of her trousers, and Rey helpfully lifts her hips, and lets him pull them down. There’s nothing that prepares her for seeing the Supreme Leader eye-level with her—
“Oh Force, Ben—”
He puts that sweet mouth of his to work, then. Tasting her, nibbling and sucking, listing to her when she moans and vocalizes her pleasure, her guidance. He loves taking direction, loves it—she can feel how much he loves it when she threads her fingers through his hair and tugs on his scalp, grinds her body up against his eager mouth. She’s never done this before; he’s never done this before, either, but he’s dreamed of it plenty of times. As much as she feels self-conscious and on display for him, the pleasure and control is far too great to even acknowledge that beyond a passing feeling.
The climax shudders through her before she can even tell it’s there—half of it hers, half his. The connection is thrown wide between them, wide like her legs, vulnerable and open as his eyes as he looks up into hers. She can feel how painfully hard he is even still, almost as if his cock an extension of her own body that she’s just now discovered. There’s a pressing ache, a heaviness, an urgency, and it’s at odds with her own residual waves of pleasure that she wonders how he can bear it.
She can feel how much he needs her. And she is all too eager to provide exactly what it is he needs.
“Please, Ben.” Rey shivers as he pulls slightly away from her. His mouth is wet, and she can feel his memories slip back to the moment when they connected. The rain of Ahch-to wet on his leather glove. She thinks of his hands, his fingers; she connects to the here and now, the way his skin slides up the inside of her thigh. “Please, I’m so empty, I need you inside of me.”
He loves the way her voice sounds: Wrecked already, needy and desperate. Her voice, saying the things he can only fantasize about. But she’s asked, and he’ll be damned if he refuses her now. And Rey takes a slow breath, one long inhale, as he presses just one fingertip against her wet opening. He’s too hesitant; it’s driving her mad, and she’s already peaked once but it’s like she hasn’t come at all, the way he’s teasing her.
Not teasing, his thoughts echo within her mind. Don’t want to hurt you.
Rey moans, rolling her hips to urge him deeper.
He slides his finger in.
Rey sighs. She’s done this before, by herself of course, but the angle is completely different. And his fingers are thicker and longer than her own. He pumps one in and out of her, slowly at first, and then following the rhythm of her body, the pulse of heartbeat he feels between her legs, the way she pants his name like little prayers. Two fingers, then: A stretch she craves, an opening, an intrusion that hits a spot deep and low within her. He’s too lucky, to be allowed to do this for her. She’s so good to him, to let him make her come.
“More, please, more…” Rey whimpers and begs, then lets out a shaky sigh when he adds a third finger to her tight heat. She can feel him press his mouth to the inside of her thigh, rising up, grinding his cock against the floor in an almost painful way.
Rey bears down on his hand, urging him on, until he has four fingers in her, cramped and tight, the angle on his wrist all wrong as he rises up to kiss her belly. He can feel her begging for his cock, feel between the waves of satisfied pleasure the urgency and need that his fingers can’t quite sate. Another time—and, Force, he hopes there’s another time—he’ll lay her back on his bed and finger her until she comes, shuddering, around him. He’ll use his mouth and hands and everything, every part of his being, to bring her pleasure.
She whispers his name, and tugs on his hair, and writhes her slim, toned body beneath him.
“I don’t want—” he finds himself repeating, voice cracking on the last word. “Rey.”
“You can’t hurt me, Ben,” Rey whimpers. “I trust you.”
He stills his arm’s movements, slowly withdraws; He can feel how empty she is without him, when his fingers slide out of her, leaving a trail of her own wetness against her inner thigh. He crawls up her body, rises up over her and she can feel the way his arms are shaking, tremors down his spine, when his eyes lock with hers.
Even if he had done this before, it would’ve never felt like this. Because he has her mapped and imprinted on the inside of his mind now. Feels the satisfying way she tenses when the head of his cock presses against her. Smells the sweetness of her body, the way she relishes the smear of slick against her hip where he’s holding her. And Ben, he’s never thought of his body as anything other than a vessel. But she fucking loves the way he blacks out the light above her. She loves his shoulders, the muscularity of his arms, the solidity of his waist; to her, his body is... beautiful. Massive and powerful. The way her hands dance across the breadth of her shoulders, the way she gently but insistently urges him on—it’s almost too much. And he’s still not even inside of her.
She calls out his name again, and does that circle-roll-thrust of her hips, and the head of his cock slips inside. Even that is bigger than his four fingers, Rey thinks; the surprise and joy of the sensation of him is radiant between their bond. He waits only seconds and presses in deeper.
If he had a voice left, he would tell her how good she feels. The velvet-tight heat of her, the stretch as he slowly fills her. It shouldn’t go to his head this much, the way she reacts to his cock, but oh, it does. He pushes in a little further, and this time, through the haze of lust and need, he sees her wince.
“Rey,” Ben finds his voice, and stills his entire body. Fear and panic washes over him, and he studies her face. “Rey, talk to me.”
He can feel the moment when her guard slips, when the bond narrows between them. Fear and pain—he’s hurt her, he knew he would hurt her, he’s—
“No, Ben, don’t—”
It takes him an agonizing moment to realize that she’s locked her feet behind his back. She’s not telling him to stop, she’s trying to keep him from leaving.
“Just…” she licks her lips, and her lashes flutter down, briefly, as she winces and adjusts. “Go slowly, alright?”
He nods. Even though her eyes are shut, he knows she can feel his agreement. His tenderness, and reluctance to cause her further pain, take precedence over the throb of instinct that perches behind his brain—the urge that makes him want to just fuck her, drive on in, claim what is his due—
No.
So he goes slow. Pushes himself in, her body still slick and open as much as it can be for his cock. He shivers at the way she feels to him—the way he feels to her, through their connection.
There’s a twinge of pain-pleasure as he slowly continues his movement. The feeling that there’s more of him, and still more, and how is he fitting, how can he possibly—
Rey feels trapped beneath him in the most delicious way. It’s a kind of surrender, a kind of submission to him that isn’t a submission at all… because she can feel his tenderness, even as his cock feels as if it’s going to split her in two. He’s proportional everywhere, a huge man, compared to her. Even his fingers were barely enough to ready her to take him. But she’s never backed down from a challenge, and she’s not about to start now.
At last, with a shuddering exhale, he’s pressed into her entirely. Rey takes a breath, breathing him in completely, and she’s shocked to feel wetness trailing down the sides of her cheeks. She opens her eyes, and sees the worry in his gaze as he waits for her.
“You feel so good,” she gasps. “So good, Ben, so good, so fucking perfect—”
The relief floods their bond, and he gives her a tentative smile. His arms strain and shake with the effort of holding himself back. She nods a little, and he begins to move.
Slowly. He is so slow. Almost too slow, but he’s devoted to giving her precisely what she needs. It’s not about his needs—or rather, this is what he needs. To submit to her completely, to give himself to her, to fill her up with all of himself. He rocks in and out, and each time, the roll of her hips rises to match his like the slow, rising rave. Before he even knows it, he’s fucking her in earnest, her hands on his side, touching him on bare skin and scar tissue.
She’s everything. Everything. No one can compare. There is no one other than her, and never will be. His name in her mouth and his cock in her body, and his mind touching her mind—it’s perfection. Pure and simple.
He bends down and kisses away the tears on her cheeks. He’s too far gone to make it to her mouth, and he doesn’t want to stop the steady chant of his own name. He wants to hear her say it again and again. Wants to be the one she calls out for, the one whose mouth holds that sound forever. He wants, more than anything, to be able to last beyond a few more frantic thrusts before he spills into her.
Holding her gaze, he lets himself surrender to her completely.
“Take it, take all of it—” he gasps. It could be his cock, or his heart, either or both; all. It’s hers. It’s hers. All of him is hers.
“Oh—!” Rey stills around him, her legs locking, halting his movements as the pleasure seizes her. And it takes nothing at all for him to let go of his control, and follow her through the waves.
A desert creature, he thinks distantly, as her moans echo in his ear, as her hand tangles in his hair, and buries his face against her neck. A desert creature, and yet she’s warm and soft and wet, so wet—
Yes. This. This is more than he ever could have imagined. The tight feel of her holding him inside, as she comes down from her shuddering heights. He opens completely to her, and relishes the way he feels so massive within her. And the tantalizing thought that, one day, she’d want to do the same for him. To fill him up in her own way, to make him tremble and shake. To imprint upon his body the way he’s marked her own.
Ben closes his eyes, and mouths against the skin of her collarbone. Moves a lazy scrape of his teeth across it, tasting her sweat. He’s still hard inside of her, but she’s far from complaining.
With a fluttering squeeze of her body, she wrenches another loud, inelegant noise from his mouth, and she laughs—Force, she laughs—she’s happy, she’s okay, he hasn’t hurt her—
“Of course you haven’t hurt me…”
“Rey…” he mouths her name into her skin, and for the first time in a very, very long time, he smiles.
Re: Kylo/Rey, size kink - Filled
(Anonymous) 2019-08-01 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)"His name in her mouth and his cock in her body, and his mind touching her mind"
For real, that is so fucking hot.
FILL - Re: Kylo/Rey, size kink
Rey panted as he slid all the way inside her. He ducked his head and kissed her, then asked, “Are you okay?”
“Full. Feeling full.”
“I can…”
She hooked one of her legs around him, “Don’t you dare! I love this, I love you.”
“Oh sweetheart.” He kissed her again, “Ready?”
Rey nodded and unhooked her leg and he began slowly thrusting, making her whole body move and making her cry out in ecstasy as she clung to his arms. Fairly soon she began gasping and crying out before wailing through a body shaking orgasm. She gasped as he pushed all the way inside of her over sensitized core, then released inside of her, pressing his forehead against hers with a soft growl.
The largest barrier to her deepthroating him was his total inability to tolerate any choking or gagging from her. It was taking several sessions to get to her goal, but they got closer to her goal each time they tried.
Rey moaned as he slid two fingers in her ass. It had not been something she had heard of but she was so eager for anything he gave her. She was bent over the edge of his bed, her toes barely touching the ground her legs spread. He removed his fingers then returned with three fingers. She gave a gaspy moan as his other hand kept rubbing her back.
“You’re doing so well, just stay relaxed, sweetheart.” He said softly as she stroked his hardness as he added a fourth finger. She loved how her hand didn’t go all the way around him.
“Please, fill me up.”
He gave a dry chuckle, “I don’t want to hurt you, not even accidently.” He shifted, pulling free of her grip. He slicked himself up, then positioned himself at her entrance.
Rey gasped, then moaned as pushed into her. She thought she could come from just the penetration of his cock but she knew something better was coming. She gripped the sheets and cried out as he pushed in steadily. The further he pushed the more the feeling of fullness made her rise higher and higher.
Finally he was all the way in and he leaned over and pushed the hair off the back of her neck to press some kisses there. “What are you feeling?”
“That wonderful fullness.”
“No pain?” he asked, “Just full?” he smiled at her eager nod. “Hang on, here we go.” He planted another kiss and began gently thrusting.
Rey panted as he thrust into her. He reached around and began fingering her making her cry out at the sensation.
Her tightness and her cries had him coming, releasing inside of her. He gave her clit a particularly hard rub and she came, crying out his name.
He moved them so they were laying on the bed as he softened and slid free. He held her as she came down from her orgasm.
He was pushed up against a wall as Rey was sucking him off. She finally took all of him in and then she hummed. He happened to look down at that moment and came from the sight of all of him in her mouth and the loving look in her eyes.
Rey studied the toy he brought into bed with them. “So this goes up my ass and you go up my pussy.”
“A fullness we will both feel. Totally up to you, if you don’t want it, we don’t do it.”
She handed it back to him, “Please?”
She settled on her front, a pillow raising her hips as he slid the textured toy inside her. He still prepared her, but it wasn’t as think as he was, but she could still feel the thickness. She felt the wide base pressed against her and shifted at the sensation. He removed the pillows and turned her over settling between her legs.
She moaned as he began sliding inside of her, then whimpered. He stopped, studied the situation and then sat up slowly, pulling her with him. He sat on the bed, positioned Rey on his lap and she held onto his broad shoulders as she slid down onto his cock. They both moaned at the sensation of fullness. Rey slid into an altered state as she was filled in both holes and his lips latched onto one of her nipples, his hand playing with the other.
She came first, overstimulated. They rocked back and forth gently until he came, filling her with his cum.