put your money where your mouth is

by thedreadwife

Summary:

Rey wears a new shirt to a Knights of Ren concert, hoping Kylo likes it.

He does.

Notes:

• For monolithium.

inspired by/based on mia's incredible au, and this fanart in particular!

Finn said her shirt was too forward.

Finn doesn’t know anything about Knights of Ren. Not even the slightest idea of the competition or how tight Kylo’s grip is on Rey’s heart. Finn has no clue what she’ll do to catch Kylo’s gaze during a concert—what she’s already done to get him to look her way.

Her D. I. Y. crop top with her message written in bold Sharpie isn’t anywhere near the worst of how forward Rey can be. One time, in a haze of booming bass and smoke, she even flipped her shirt up to expose her bare tits to the entire stadium. The wolfish grin on Kylo's face and the wink he gave her was more than worth it. For the rest of the song she felt his attention right on her, heavy and piercing, and she could've came right on the spot.

Since then, Rey’s been utterly obsessed with Kylo. It’s not hard, to be fair. The man oozes sex appeal and breaks hearts wherever he goes. All she can do is throw herself in his line of sight and pray she’s the next one on his list.

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Rey gets more than she bargained for.

The shirt works. Against all odds, with the crowd of other girls pushing and shoving and grabbing their way to the front of the crowd, hoping for even the slightest bit of attention from their rock god, Kylo locks eyes with hers. As usual, he’s taken his shirt off half-way through, silver nipple rings glinting in the flashing LEDs. While Rey admires the new tattoos decorating his incredibly muscular arms (the spider and sword weren’t there the last time she saw him, nor did she notice them in any of the paparazzi photos she religiously saves), Kylo gestures to his pecs. Then he grabs them.

She understands instantly. It takes her a couple tries to peel her tight top away from her sweaty skin, the fog of alcohol a blanket on her motor skills, but she pops out her breasts again.

He remembers me, Rey thinks, giddy with satisfaction. The stage lights make her glow. Again, Kylo shamelessly stares at her tits, licking his lips more often than he usually does between lines, and gives her a smirk that can’t mean anything but good girl.

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Her heart’s in her throat when he picks her out from the small horde of groupies standing by the back doors to the venue. The energy is just as high and just as tense as when Rey was inside, everyone ready to swarm the Knights as they leave. They always seem to underestimate her, too. Rey isn’t sure whether it’s her quiet aura or innocent eyes, but she’s just as prepared to elbow her way to Kylo.

Luckily, she doesn’t have to.

Like perfectly trained dogs, the sea of screaming fans part for Kylo—shirtless still, his skin looking like it’s just been oiled—as soon as he demands it.

“You,” he points to Rey, then makes a come hither motion with his ringed forefinger. His sinful voice travels like molasses through her to pool in her stomach. Rey almost trips over herself in her haste to approach Kylo. Once she’s standing right in front of him, his lips part into a smile that’s all teeth. “You’re mine tonight, yeah?”

Though it’s phrased like a question, his intention is nowhere near one.

Despite that, Rey nods. Swallows the lump of nerves building in her throat. Makes sure to breathe so she doesn’t pass out into a crumpled mess right in front of the man she’s followed across the country and back.

“Speak up. Let everyone hear you.”

She clears her throat, and offers a weak, “Yes, Kylo.”

“Good little bunny,” Kylo coos before he’s grabbing her wrist in his rough hand and bringing her to his trailer.

The remainder of the crowd descends on the other Knights like a pack of wolves.

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“You gonna make good on that shirt of yours?”

They’ve been kissing for ten minutes. Maybe longer. Time has warped since Rey stepped foot into Kylo’s trailer. He tastes like dark liquor and cigarettes, and it’s nothing short of intoxicating. She can feel him, long and hard, press against her damp panties, and when he’s not playing with her nipples through her thin shirt, he has his hands on her waist to keep her right where she is, rocking her back and forth on the tent in his pants.

Before Rey has a chance to answer, she’s plucked off his lap like a speck of dust and brought to the floor. Kylo shucks off his dark, ripped jeans, tossing them somewhere Rey doesn’t care to follow since her eyes are glued to the cock in front of her face.

Kylo wets his lips—or licks away the saliva Rey left behind, she’s not sure—and gives himself a few pumps. “Like what you see?” 

Rey nods enthusiastically. Her eyes go wide as she takes it all in. Before she knows it, her mouth is watering, preparing for what's surely to come. Never in her life would she have expected Kylo’s dick to look like this, even though she’s spent hours zooming into photos with his dick imprint. After all the times she’s imagined how it’d fill her, while her hand slips down her panties.

The rush is exhilarating. Suddenly her mouth feels too empty, but Rey stops herself from grabbing his dick with both hands; he’s bigger than any guy she’s ever been with. 

Can she even fit that in her mouth?

As if he senses her hesitation, Kylo strokes her cheek. His rings are cool against her warm skin. “It’s alright, bunny. You can take me.” His thumb slips past her lips, tasting vaguely of salt, and his voice is husky with desire when he repeats the words tattooed on his abdomen: “Open wide.”

Mesmerized, Rey whispers, “Yes, Kylo.”

A squeak worms out from the back of her throat as Kylo positions his flushed cock, a bead of precum leaking from the slit, at the entrance of her parted mouth. Lust winning over, Rey’s tongue swipes across the head, a burst of tang on her taste buds as Kylo groans.

“Can’t hold back anymore.” Then he presses in, inch by thick inch. “Wider,” Kylo grits out. He exhales through his nose when Rey acquiesces, the slow burn along her jaw telling her she’s opened as far as she can go. 

His cock slots in so easily, like it belongs there, with her lips stretched around the sheer girth of him. Kylo peers down at her like she’s the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, tears in the corners of her eyes and all.

“Wish I had my phone with me. I could come just looking at you, taking me to the balls—shit,” he moans. His hips jerk on their own, and his cock nudges against Rey’s gag reflex. Her eyes widen as she breathes through it, clenching her thumb in her fist (a trick she’s heard from her friends to prevent gagging). “Keep that tongue out. I’m gonna move now,” he warns her, and then he’s sliding in and out of her mouth, spit escaping from the corners of her lips and lewd sounds filling the trailer.

It takes Kylo no time at all before he’s roughly fucking Rey’s throat, a large hand settling around her neck to feel how his cock bulges beneath her choker whenever he thrusts. His other hand bunches up her hair for her, using his control there to position Rey however he wants. Bobbing her head on his dick, holding her right there so he can snap his hips upwards to draw out more of her surprised whimpers. 

Over and over, the tip batters against the back of Rey’s mouth relentlessly, and his entire body shudders as his eyes roll into the back of his head.

“Jesus christ! I wanted to fuck your pretty face since the first time I saw you, flashing your tits out so everyone can see,” Kylo moans, raspy. The place between Rey’s legs clenches at how feral he is, veins in his forearms bulging beneath dark ink from how tightly he’s holding her hair. “You’ll just open this slutty mouth for anyone, or is it just me? Fuck, just like that.”

“Just you,” Rey warbles. She doesn’t know if he understood her, but she doesn't care. She just needs to let him know. Her hands move to cup his heavy balls, playing with them gently, resulting in loud, obscene grunts from her idol.

“Fuck, yes. That’s it. Deeper—take all of it, bunny. Don’t fucking stop—you feel so good, so goddamn tight and wet... I-I’m gonna come.” He’s panting now, shallow breaths as he pistons into her mouth in a way Rey knows her jaw is going to be sore in the morning. At some point Rey's eyes have shut, and Kylo smacks her cheek hard enough that her eyelids fly open. "Look at me when I'm talking to you," he growls. “I'm gonna fill your tummy with my cum and paint that pretty throat of yours ‘til all you can taste is me. You’ll swallow it all down ‘cause you’re a cum-hungry whore, aren’t you?”

Her answer is to take in as much of him as she can, all the way until coarse hair tickles her nose. Cheap mascara freely runs down her cheeks, staining in blotchy streaks of black.

Kylo groans. His expression twists into something dark and dangerous, like he’s holding himself back from burying himself so far down her throat he can reach her guts. “I knew it. Knew you’d be so perfect for me. Now be a good bun and swallow for me—oh, shit—shit!”

There’s barely a second of warning before his cock is twitching, balls tightening, and he spills, emptying himself inside her mouth, coating her tongue while he continues to thrust, pushing his cum further down her throat and threatening to choke her with it. The urge to gag skyrockets but Rey squeezes her watering eyes shut. She focuses on relaxing the muscles tightening around the head of his cock, milking him for every last drop. 

Maybe Kylo’s right. Maybe she does have a slutty mouth.

He knows her so well. Sees right through her down to her core, and right then, as he withdraws his softening cock from between her pink, puffy lips, Rey swears she’ll follow him to the ends of the earth.

“Holy shit,” Kylo lets out in a shuddery huff. He wipes a stray tear clinging to Rey’s lower eyelash, then his tongue flicks out to lick it off his thumb. “You look…” he sighs, a dreamy sound that dampens her panties even more, “utterly fucked.”

Her throat is raw. Voice cracks as she gingerly asks, “Did I do good?”

There’s that signature quirk to his lips, all predatory. “So good, baby,” Kylo says, reaching for Rey. She leans in to nuzzle into his touch but then his hands move lower, landing on the edge of her crop top. Around the neckline are dark splotches, courtesy of the drool trailing down her chin during that face fucking. 

And in a flash, her top is torn in two, discarded haphazardly wherever his pants must have gone.

"Won't need that anymore."

“Hey—!” Rey starts to protest, but then Kylo seals his lips over hers, swallowing down anything she has to say. 

A spit-string connects the two of them when Kylo pulls back. In one smooth motion, her pink scrunchie is removed, and he uses it to tie his hair up. 

“You think we’re done? Oh, no,” Kylo chuckles darkly, “you agreed to be mine for all of tonight.”

Notes:

Kylo calls her bunny because it looked like she hopped to him when he called her out. Also she's cute and looks up at him with those adorable eyes and that sweet face that he wants to downright ruin, y'know? :)

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