Shameful | Congressman!Kylo x Reader

Chapter 34: Orange Juice

hi sweet angels 

sorry this took so long, but we've got all kinds of twists and turns in this one! so excited for you to read it! 

going to grab a drink or three now; can't wait to read your feedback <3 

CWs:
- Daphne being annoying

- Doing things with Kylo's weiner (again)

- Alcohol consumption

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Kylo's POV

My Sun Drops, blazing bright and dreadful, burning me without respite. My skin hurts. Her shimmering, thousand-degree rays cast a summery, blush-colored glow on the inside of my eyelids, and if that sun were ever to set, I'd surely wither and deplete along with it.

I can't hold her any tighter than this, I don't think. But I'll keep trying.

She fully has me, and I'm hers, so I make love to her as much as I can muster before I start to sink down and sob at her feet in gratitude.

It's a Sisyphean cycle I'd never wish to break from: I make love to her, I love her; I make love to her again, and I love her anew.

Just as the sun sets, there's an unspoken promise that I'll find it again in the morning, blazing bright and dreadful.

I wake up with that same unspoken promise of another wave of rapturous, intense suffering at her delicate hand. Her skin bare, fragrant, warm, pressed against mine. I'd sew us together if I could. Just like this, smashed against pillows, coated in a few layers of each other, and sated.

I died a thousand little deaths last night, and I'd hope against hope that this Sisyphean cycle that I've been doomed to never ends. That the boulder continues to tumble back down, that I continue to love her more by the minute.

She fully has me, and I'm hers, so I'll love her until her thousand-degree rays burn me to ash.

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My POV

"Happy Saturday. What do you wanna do today?"

Kylo's morning voice is a crackling fireplace on a winter night. The sound itself is fragrant, somehow, like you'd just thrown fresh, white sheets of paper into the flames – sweet, clean, and smoky. The sound comes from his solar plexus, rather than vocal cords high in his throat. It's not just audible, his voice – it's palpable. I could reach out and touch it, pressing my fingertips to his bottom lip and feeling it nudge each word out.

What do you wanna do today? You. Everything with you. Everything about you, involving you, around you. You.

I merely twist around to face him to burrow into his neck and bask in his warmth.

I could sob with joy – I've woken up to him in the manner I'd wished for – naked and uninhibited.

"You," I whisper. The bulk of his arm immediately wraps around me, holding me immobile. And fuck, his smell. It slips off his skin in hot waves – slightly tangy and balmy and clean. Far better than any cologne. I could faint.

"So glad you said that, baby. Mmm–" he rasps. Sweetest sound I could ever imagine hearing. I can feel Kylo's muscles tense beneath my touch as he stretches and turns onto his back, taking me with him. I sink into his chest and try not to pay attention to how he feels, fully bare and breathing beneath me.

"How do you want me?" He asks.

How do I want him? I'm not picky.

Especially when he looks like this, radiating his sleepy, slinky morning heat from his taut skin. His hair's all over the place, and his neck's flushed. Stubble grows up his jaw and over the vast curve of his upper lip. His eyelashes press flat and peek straight out, casting a pretty, dark shadow across his puffy eyelids. His lips look bitten already – moist and swollen and brighter pink than I've ever seen. Breathing sweet, shallow breaths through his nose.