Pairing: Kylo x Reader
Word Count: 476
Warnings: Just a little steamy, mentions of sexual content
Request: I have a request for a blurb or something involving aftercare with Kylo? After a particularly rough night of love making?
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Aftercare with Kylo would be better than the sex sometimes. Sure, you loved making love to him and him going tougher than usual, but what he lacked in softness during the hard thrusts, low growls, and bites on your neck, was made up for ten-fold afterward. It was the softest version of him, you observed, when he was making sure you felt safe and loved and comfortable after a particularly rough, tenderness-free round of love-making.
He would first make sure you didn't spend a moment too long feeling dirty or uncomfortable, being careful to clean you up, however he saw he could. He would take a clean cloth and make sure your most sensitive area was clean and care for any irritation, being extra careful not to startle you by applying too much pressure to your over-stimulated sex. He would proceed by making sure you were cool after such a heated endeavour, turning on the air conditioning. (He also wanted you to feel a little chilly once the time came to cuddle. He always noticed that you snuggled closer to escape the bite of the cool air.)
After making sure you were clean and your body was cooling down, he would attentively lather you in lotion and attend to any marks he left behind. You had this wonderful smelling lavender moisturiser that he would use while massaging your legs, arms, and back, being sure to rub out all of the knots and areas of tension so that you'd feel loose and relaxed while falling asleep.
Around this time, you'd turn your head and gaze up at him with droopy, starry eyes and he'd simply smile down at you lovingly, running gentle fingers along your jawline and across your collar bones.
He'd move along, taking some time to worship your body for the beautiful, delicate wonder that it was. Kissing slowly from your ankles to the inside of your thighs, then from your hips to between your breasts, up your neck, and finally to your lips, waking you from your trance. Your tired arm would raise, and your delicate hand would run through his messy, but still beautiful dark hair, admiring the silkiness of it.
After all of that, he would fetch some clean, comfortable underwear, slip it up your legs and around your hips, and then pull the covers over you, and himself once he'd grabbed some boxers for himself.
He'd cap off the night by pulling you gently into his arms, letting your sleepy head rest on his chest and your legs intertwine with his own. You'd drift off to the sound of his heart beating in his broad, firm chest and the feeling of his long fingers running through your hair. He'd lay one final kiss to the top of your head, then allow himself to drift off into a deep sleep with you.
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