Cut To The Feeling (Reader x Professor Ren / Kylo Ren)

Sweet Dreams

Kylo's perfect, soft, plush pink lips, drug across your collarbone slowly, the heat from breath between parted lips making your skin pepper with gooseflesh all about. 

You laid beneath him on the bed, the straps of your dress pulled off your shoulders, as his hands explored your body. His lips traveled to the sensitive skin at where your neck met your shoulder, and he nipped at it, eliciting a moan from the depths of your stomach. You had wanted this for so long, imagined it so many times. The mystery of what it would feel like to feel Kylo's toned, hard, broad body against yours was mystery no more. 

His hand wrapped around the back of your thigh, just above your knee, and he ran it up slowly--taking all of the time he wanted to feel your skin. His palm was warm and firm against you, fingers curling to squeeze the supple flesh just under the hem of your dress, his hand continuing it's trek under your dress until his large, callous hand anchored at your waist. You fingers found his hair, pulling his face to your own. Your swollen lips crashed against his, desperately drinking him in. His tongue danced with your own, his groans pouring into your mouth. Your hips bucked in desperation and greed, needing to feel his impressive hardness as close to you as possible. You ground your hips into him, spreading your legs wider to invite him closer. 

"I've wanted to make you feel good for so long," he said against your lips, pressing the stiff bulge in pants against you. You whimpered, hands finding his waist. You wanted to hold him there. The hand under your dress escaped, moving up to pull one of the straps of your dress all the way down, revealing one of your breasts. Your nipple was cold, stiffening against the cool air of your bedroom, but this was alleviated when Kylo ducked his head down, wrapping his lips around the sensitive bud. Your eyes closed, and your lips parted as he sucked on you, tongue twirling around the spot. He caught your nipple between his teeth, lightly tugging on it as he pulled back, looking down at you. His eyes were ablaze, golden flecks of fury and passion swimming around the darkness.  

"Tell me what you want me to do, my good girl," he husked, his hand finding your thigh again. His fingers glided down the skin of your inner thigh, heading directly to where you wanted them most. 

Your hand slipped into the collar of his shirt, pressing your fingernails into his skin lightly to signal your need. "You know what I want, Kylo."

"No, you'll tell me what you want," his impossibly deep voice shook you to your core, making your cunt drip in anticipation.

"Please," you whined, squirming beneath him.

"Use your words," he demanded firmly, speaking through a tight jaw.

You looked at his eyes, finding the right words. "I want you to fuck me so hard that I can't stand up, speak, or think straight when you're done with me, Professor Ren."

"Good girl."

Your eyes popped open wider than the moon as your body started to wake with you. Your lips were pressed tightly together as you stared at your ceiling, trying to ground yourself and force yourself back to reality. Your skin was coated in a light layer of sweat, the bed beneath you feeling damp. You finally took a deep breath and forced yourself to sit up.

You'd had a terribly dirty, terribly graphic dream about Kylo Ren. 

You were stunned. So much so that you looked around you room to make sure it hadn't been real. It sure had felt real, and your body had the telling physical sign between your legs that it had happened, but surely, you were alone in your apartment. You stood up cautiously, and walked to your bathroom. You looked in the mirror, embarrassed at just how sweaty you were.