Irrevocable | Kylo Ren Modern AU

Home - Part 2

TWs; smut, DUBIOUS CONSENT, degradation, bondage, delayed/denied orgasm, mentions off adultery and illegal activity, drug use, underage alcohol consumption, toxic/dysfunctional relationship, inconsistent/lack of after care, fair warning Kylo is not Mr. Romance.

(a/n); thank you so much for reading my newest fic. please ensure that you have read the TWs in the summary and above, if you are not comfortable with any of these items I ask you read no further. take care of yourselves first <3

the first chapter contains a lot of flashbacks to set up the story, this will not be the structure of future chapters. we will have a few here and there but the story mainly takes place present day. this is also a two part first chapter. 

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"Get up."

Easier said than done. Despite the fact that he'd left you wanting, you were exhausted, overwhelmed with so many unfamiliar sensations. Kylo wasn't the first guy you'd given head to or had sex with, but you were used to partners your age. Most of them inexperienced with a singular goal. A quick fuck and an orgasm or two later and it was over in five minutes. None of them had been interested in taking their time. 

Or hurting you. 

But you knew already you could never go back to that. Not after this. You hadn't even had sex with him yet and you knew he'd already gotten in your head. Changed your desires. Your needs. 

Knowing that gave you the energy to push yourself back up on to your hands and knees to face him. His breathing was still somewhat accelerated, but otherwise he appeared unaffected. He still hadn't even bothered to remove his shirt. He reached for you, his thumb smearing remnants of his pleasure across your lower lip. 

He slid the belt off your neck, tilting his head to the side as he studied the mark the leather left behind. Though you couldn't see it, you imagined it was noticeable. Kylo seemed pleased with it. A glance downwards told you he was already getting hard again. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back." he ordered softly, the belt still held in his hands. 

Understanding his intentions your thighs clenched instinctively before you crawled to the position he'd asked; facing away from him you slid your hands behind your back. 

He wasted no time in winding the belt around your wrists tightly, expertly binding them into an unbreakable hold. His hand appeared at the back of your neck again, guiding you down until your cheek rested against the table. His hands gripped your hips, guiding you into a similar position as before, though he urged your thighs apart. The cool air tickling your damp skin. 

You gasped as he abruptly plunged two fingers into your swollen entrance, feeling your heated core. Your breath came shorter as he slowly circled your clit with his finger, "You are a sight. Bent over like this, ready to be fucked. Your pretty little pussy nice and wet for me. This gorgeous little ass still pink from my belt." He spoke quietly, almost reverently. 

You felt him shift behind you, unable to tell what he was doing until you saw the flash of a camera in the reflect of the glass windows. He was taking pictures. 

You opened your mouth to protest but your argument turned to a strangled moan as he pressed down roughly on your clit, "These are only for me." Whether you could believe that or not remained to be seen, but in that moment you would have sold them to the devil if it meant the orgasm he'd been denying you.