*Warning: There's some sex(y) scenes in this one.
If you are getting sick of the art/college/painting talk that has been going on in this story, don't worry. After most of this chapter, it'll die down. Your art is just the way that you and Kylo will originally connect. Stay with me ;)
It was easy to get lost in the hustle and bustle of the city during lunchtime. People of all ages and classes were rushing on the sidewalk, wanting to make sure that they got back to their duties in time when their lunch break was over. Shoulder brushes and awkward glances were the norm, it was what had to be done to get through the crowd.
That's why it wasn't surprising when you ran almost directly into someone as you passed a coffee shop on the corner. It was surprising though, that the person in question was Kylo.
You weren't sure if he looked more gorgeous like this or in the perfectly tailored suit that he had on at dinner. Today he was wearing a loose fitting black shirt that showed off his arms and dark jeans, his long hair tussled from the wind.
"Oh, hi." You said, almost awkwardly. You were usually so articulate and in control, especially around men, but something about Kylo made you almost weak in the knees. It was so stupid, you thought.
Kylo lowered his sunglasses from his eyes, as if he needed to look past them to identify who was speaking to him. As if the tall man hadn't been pacing around the area for the past 30 minutes just so that he could specifically run into you.
After he had dinner with you and Hux, Kylo came to the conclusion that you would be a very useful pawn within this game. Or...you would be useless and either way, it wasn't the worst part of his day to be around a woman who looked like you did. He remembered that you said you went to Columbia and it was nice out. He thought if he walked around the school for enough time, he'd eventually see you. It was a reach of a plan but somehow, it worked, as if he were able to sense that it would.
"Oh look who it is. How are you?" He said casually, shifting slightly towards you when someone ran into him.
It was loud and it was crowded. You squinted at him, "What did you say?" You yelled over the sound of someone telling the two of you to 'move'.
Kylo rolled his eyes, realizing that the two of you were becoming road blocks. He glanced around, locating an empty enough area across the street. He put his hand on the small of your back and tilted his head towards the unoccupied bench under a few trees, wordlessly asking if you'd rather join him over there.
You were astounded but gave a small nod before starting to head in that direction. You noticed that he stayed close at your side, his hand still on your back as you navigated through the throng of people. The contact made your heart race. Men were hardly allowed to look at you because of Hux, let alone touch you, even if it were innocent (or was it?), you weren't used to this. It felt like you were breaking a rule.
Almost instantly it became quiet and calm once you were away from the stream. "I hope you weren't in a rush to get somewhere." Kylo said to your with an apologetic smile, looking down at you.
Where had you been going? You could hardly remember, he was so close to you. You checked the time on your phone. "Oh...No, I have a while before my next class. It's so nice out, I was just getting some fresh air."
There were a few beats of silence between you two. 'What are we doing?' You thought to yourself. It had been surprising to see him but there wasn't anything for the two of you to talk about, it was almost awkward in your eyes.
This uncomfortableness was lost on Kylo. This was exactly his plan and if anything, he was pleased that it had actually worked, that he had actually, literally, ran into you.
"I'm glad that I ran into you, actually" He started as if it were a surprise, "I've been feeling weird about our dinner." He now had your full attention.
"What do you mean? Food poisoning? They make pills that'll help that, you know." You couldn't help yourself. It was a form of self defense to resort to humor when you were uncomfortable, regardless of your audience.
A beat, a smirk from Kylo. He shook his head. "No...I hope I'm not out of line even bringing it up again," He feigned concern, "When I offered you that contact at the Art Institute...I sensed some tension between you and Hux. I've been worried that I caused a fight or something." He told you bluntly. His eyes were calculating, searching your face for whatever emotion you were going to try and hide from him.
You had practice with putting on a poker face, though. Inside, your stomach dropped but on the outside you were calm. "You didn't. Why would that start a fight? You were trying to help." You responded. Your fingers pulled at the strings from your backpack, wondering if it would be acceptable to just run away like you really wanted to.
The motion of your backpack caused Kylo to actually look you over, albeit discreetly. When you were at dinner, you had on a designer dress and heels. Now in front of him, you looked like every other college student roaming the streets. Well...every other college student who Kylo wanted to push against the wall and completely ruin but that was besides the point. He liked seeing you like this, he noted, you were human instead of just an idea.
"You're right...I might've looked into it a little too much..." Kylo trailed off, raising an eyebrow at you.
You shrugged, looking at him only for a moment before turning your attention back on the crowded sidewalk. It was clear that you weren't going to budge.
Grasping for something that would get your attention again, Kylo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I saw you crying."
Your eyes snapped back to him, your jaw rigid. You opened your mouth to say something but quickly closed it. You wanted to deny it, give him evidence that he saw wrong or give him an excuse. But his unwavering gaze let you know that you weren't going to be able to charm your way out of this. He felt guilty and wanted answers, real answers, you thought.
You sighed and looked back to the sidewalk. You wanted to join the crowd and be swallowed in it again. "Do you..." You started, then questioned in your mind if it was a good idea or not. You already started asking so you continued, "Do you want to get lunch somewhere really quick? I was going to grab something to eat before class started again."
Kylo bit his tongue to hold back the grin that was inching its way on his lips, this was exactly his plan; get you alone. "Sure, that would be better."
Soon, the two of you had coffee and pastries in front of you. There were enough coffee shops downtown that the two of you were able to be pretty secluded, the closest table was far enough away that no one would be able to hear your conversation but not far enough that they felt too intimate. You would've rather be in that mob of people while Kylo would've rather had them by themselves.
You picked at the food in front of you, not eating it. You felt awkward again, what were you guys supposed to be doing? It felt wrong somehow. He had been the one who started the conversation and now he was staying silent. Clearly, he wanted you to be the one doing the talking.
"I wasn't crying." You broke the silence. A lie. A very obvious lie. You didn't know what else to say.
Instead of a response, you were met with Kylo's concentrated gaze. He wasn't touching his food either.
To fill the quiet, to keep it from being any more awkward than it was, you frowned and continued. "Well...You didn't make me cry. So don't worry." You clarified. As if he were worried about making someone cry, ha.
Still Kylo refused to speak. It was a smart tactic on his part. The quieter that he was, the more you would ramble to fill the silence.
You let more time pass than you had before, stirring the coffee in the mug in front of you. "Hux has never seen one of my paintings." You weren't even sure why you said it...it just came out, trying to fill the void.
"He hasn't?" Kylo finally spoke.
You shook your head, chewing on your bottom lip, your eyes down. "I think it confused him that you were asking about them...I saw that he was upset and I don't know, I don't like seeing that." That wasn't exactly a lie but...you both knew it wasn't the truth, not the entire truth anyways. "It was embarrassing. I didn't mean to get emotional."
Kylo said nothing, taking a sip of his coffee while he kept his dark gaze on you. There was an other long moment of silence while the two of you picked at your food and sipped your drinks.
He had been intently staring at you the entire time and when you noticed this, he finally spoke, "Can I see them?"
You froze, "See what?" You asked. He had been staring at you, sort of close to your chest...
He couldn't help but chuckle, realizing what you thought he meant. "The paintings. Your paintings." Kylo clarified, amused. I mean, he was definitely looking at your tits but he wasn't asking to see them.
"Oh." You fumbled over the words, "Sure, I mean....Really?" You asked him in disbelief. You weren't sure why he'd want to see some random girl's art. He definitely didn't seem like the type.
Kylo simply nodded. In all honesty, he wasn't super interested in what your paintings looked like. But the idea that he would have one up on Hux pleased him. Besides, he knew that it meant more time alone with you.
Now that the lunch rush was over for the most part, the streets were less crowded. They were still filled with people but you weren't shoulder to shoulder as you had been before.
"Don't you think it's strange that Hux hasn't even asked to see something you've painted?" Kylo asked you as you two walked down the sidewalk.
You noticed how people watched the two of you, well really, watched Kylo. For those who knew who he was, they were probably in awe to see someone so locally infamous in person. For those who weren't aware of his notoriety, they were taken back by how tall and attractive he was. He stuck out from everyone else. For a moment, you felt lucky to be seen walking next to him.
You shrugged at his question as you rounded a corner. You were almost to your destination. "I don't know. He doesn't like art, I wouldn't expect him to pretend to like mine." You said which caused Kylo to hum in thought. Although your relationship with Hux wasn't perfect, you felt the obligation to be loyal to him and not say anything negative. But god, it felt good to talk about it...Like you were gossiping with a friend at a sleepover. Only this particular friend was fucking Kylo Ren.
You felt isolated most of the time but you knew it was your own doing with the life you've chosen for yourself. Being in a relationship with someone so tightly wound to the mob made it pretty hard to make friends. Hux had to test anyone that you hung around with to make sure they weren't trying to use you for information or hurt you. It wasn't easy to find those friends in the first place, though. Most of the people you went to school with were afraid of you or judged you, they all thought that you bought your way into the school. The only time you spent time with "friends" was when you were with the girlfriends of other mob members. But even then, you didn't want to say too much.
You were now at the building with the school's art gallery in it. The only works there were the ones from students so it wasn't much to brag about but Kylo was the one who asked to see it.
As you two got to the door, you went to open it but instead he reached his long arm out above your head, opening it for you. He was looking down at you in this odd way, like he wanted to devour you. You gave him a small smile, ducking under his arm and entering. Why did that give you butterflies? Damn this man.
A few minutes later, you were both standing in the gallery and you had him follow you in the direction of where your pieces were hanging up. As you watched him look over your paintings, you suddenly became shy. There wasn't any emotion on his face. You shifted on your feet. God, he hated them, didn't he? He was trying to figure out what to say...
"Um, these aren't-" You were about to make an excuse and tell him that these weren't your best work but before you could finish your sentence, he held one of his fingers up to 'shush' you. You listened to his order, shutting your mouth. You watched as he concentrated on them, his eyebrows were furrowed and he had a hand up to his chin in thought.
It felt like hours until he finally spoke but in reality it couldn't have been more than 30 seconds. "They're amazing." He told you, glancing from the wall to you then back.
Your eyes widened, you weren't exactly expecting that. "Oh...Thank you." You said, the shyness still very much apparent.
He was silent again, his eyes still raking over the paintings in front of him. "I mean it." He said thoughtfully.
You were self conscious again, not because you thought he hated them but because it genuinely seemed as if he liked them. You didn't know what to say. You were sure the two of you would sit in silence forever if you weren't the one to break it again.
"Hux always..." You trailed off, shaking your head and chuckling, "Nevermind, I shouldnt." You said, realizing that you were going to be sharing too much information.
This caught Kylo's attention. He looked over at you with a raised eyebrow. "He does what?"
You sighed. "He always calls me an artist," you used a disgusted tone when repeating the word, "like it's an insult." He was staring at you intently. "When we argue...and I cry or I yell at him...He'll just look at me and say... 'Honey, you are such an artist'" You did your best to do an accurate Hux impression and it was pretty good, really.
"Hux is an idiot." Kylo said simply.
You laughed and realized you didn't even correct him. It was like you were gossiping with him. "He hasn't said very many good things about you either." You admitted to him.
This caused Kylo to smirk. He liked knowing that he was able to get under his skin. "I can imagine why."
That statement hung in the air. It was a reminder of who they both were. You could pretend all you wanted that you were just spending time with an attractive man. But really, this was a man who wanted to take your boyfriend down by any means necessary and replace him with someone else. And this man was who your boyfriend fantasized about killing so that he could be the next in Snoke's line instead.
"Especially if he knew what I was thinking right now." Kylo added in a low voice.
You looked over at him to see what he meant by that but he was already moving so that he was standing behind you. Your eyes snapped back in front of you, going rigid at the feeling of his chest so close to your back.
Kylo was towering over you and you felt him bend down slightly so that his lips were ghosting over the top of your ear. "Do you want to know what I'm thinking about?" When you didn't respond, he added, "Hm?"
You couldn't help but shiver slightly at his breath hitting on your skin and the way his tone was almost teasing you. You nodded quickly. Please keep talking, you thought.
You could literally feel him smirking. "Here we are...surrounded by all of this art...and all I think about is how you would look bent over that bench over there," He motioned towards a bench a few feet away.
You felt like you couldn't breathe but you didn't dare stop him. This conversation had turned so quickly and you knew you should be pushing him away but you just couldn't.
"You might be too proud to tell me... but I can just tell that you love to be treated like a whore." Kylo breathed out, "Isn't that right?"
You couldn't reply, you didn't know what to say. Your mouth opened and closed, no sound coming out of it.
He sneakily wrapped one of his large hands around the side of your hip, moving your ass closer to him. You instantly arched into his touch, pressing against him to the best of your ability. This caused Kylo to exhale a chuckle, "Oh, you do." He taunted.
You swallowed hard, "K-Kylo..." You managed to say in a whisper. You weren't even sure why you said it, was it a warning to stop or was it an invitation to keep going? Your heart was pounding so hard you wouldn't be surprised if he were able to hear it.
Hearing you say his name out loud caused him to hum in pleasure. "Fuck, I like the way that sounds, princess." He whispered. He had started this to tease you but now he was just as worked up as you were and it was clear from the hardness you felt pressing against you.
"Think about how loud it would echo in this room...the way I'd make you cry for me...I could just," He ran his hand up from your hip to the back of your neck where he took some of your hair into his hand and tugged on it, "grab your hair like this." He continued to tug on your hair so that your neck was exposed to him. Kylo put his lips just barely against the skin of your neck. "And fuck you until you couldn't take it anymore, you'd be begging me to stop."
You couldn't help the whimper that left your throat. squeezing your eyes shut. "Oh my god." You whispered. Your hand grasped behind you until you came in contact with his thigh, just wanting to touch him.
"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" When you didn't respond right away, he pulled at your hair, "Tell me." His tone was demanding but quiet.
You nodded to the best of your ability with the grip he had on you, "Yes, I-I would love that." You were like a puppet, wanting to do anything to please him.
Kylo moved his lips away from your neck, letting up on his grasp slightly. "Good girl." He praised you. Your knees almost buckled.
"I bet he doesn't fuck you like you want it." He was clearly referencing Hux. "He could never fuck you the way I would...I know exactly what you need. You just need to be someone's good little slut." His hands moved from your hair to the back of your neck. His long fingers wrapping around your neck just slightly from behind, his way of showing you how easily he could use one hand to squeeze you. "Do you want to be my good little slut?" Kylo's lips right up against your ear, practically kissing it.
You audibly moaned out loud, squeezing your legs together. Your hand on his thigh tightened. Before you could pretty much drop on your knees and let him have his way with you, you were snapped out of your fantasy by the sound of people entering the gallery.
You practically jumped away from him and remembered that you had been in public that entire time even if you had been alone. The reality of what you had just done sunk in. You wondered if you would've let him fuck you right there and then. Your poor boyfriend. God, you really were a slut, you thought to yourself.
Kylo barely seemed phased by the intruders though you noticed how he needed to reach down and adjust himself in his pants.
You couldn't even look at him. You were embarrassed and upset with yourself for letting him get to you like that. "I should go. Class starts soon." You managed to say, reaching down to pick up your backpack that you had put on the ground when you first got there.
"I won't forget our talk." Kylo said smugly, referencing how you had openly said you'd love for him to fuck you. You wanted to slap him. "Have a good day."
"You too." You mumbled, glancing around to make sure you weren't leaving anything behind. You started walking away then paused, finally looking back up at him. "Oh, and don't call me princess."
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That night, when you and Hux were having sex, your mind was anywhere but the man on top of you. You shut your eyes, wondering if this would be how it would feel to have sex with Kylo. You tried picturing it in your mind but it didn't feel real. Kylo was right, Hux didn't fuck you the way that you needed it, the way that he would.
Guilt bubbled in your stomach as you tapped Hux's shoulder before moving so that you were on all fours. Maybe doggy style would help.
"You know this is my favorite view." Hux grinned as he moved behind you. He swiftly entered you, gripping onto your hips.
"Oh, is it?" You asked him coyly, making eye contact with him over your shoulder as he rocked his hips in and out of you.
Seeing your face made him cuss under his breath, his pace quickening. "Fuck, yeah." He put a hand on your back, pushing your front down farther on the bed while making sure your ass was sticking up.
Your mind wandered once again to Kylo...what would he look like taking you from behind? Your face burned at the intrusive thought and you quickly turned your face back around so that you weren't able to see Hux. You felt so bad but you couldn't help yourself after your encounter earlier that day.
He took this as an invitation to shove your face into the bed, thinking you turning around was because you were so into it. His thrusts were becoming sloppy and rushed, "I'm close." He grunted. Your hands gripped the sheets, trying to squeeze these dirty thoughts away from your mind.
Then after a few moments, he finished with a long groan.
"Don't move." He panted, pulling out and making his way to the bathroom to get a towel.
As you laid there on your stomach, waiting for him to return to clean you up, you couldn't help but think to yourself, 'Fuck you, Kylo Ren'.