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You're Welcome (Kylo Ren) - Part 4

You have been training with Master Ren for about a year now. He would take things so seriously and was a hard ass to you. The first couple of months, he treated you like a child, like you don't know anything. You couldn't help but make snarky remarks back to him when he would say something that hurt you. He would chastise you for it, making you endure harsh training for hours.

After the excruciating training, you would hurl yourself onto your plush bed, exhausted physically and mentally, pondering on why you had decided to become his apprentice. But now, you have grown stronger and more in-tuned with the force. You both had grown. He talks to you like you were an equal, he became more open and friendlier with you. He would be more lenient with you, he became a close friend, guardian and mentor.

You sat in the middle of your room, mediating. Trying to become one with the force, allowing it to be one with you. However, today you just couldn't focus. Every time you closed your eyes all you could see was your master. It was strange. You had never seen him physically pop into your mind before. But now, he looked like he was right in front of you. You would often brush this off as your mental exhaustion or for your overactive imagination. It wasn't odd to have your master smack you upside of the head for day dreaming while he was teaching you a lesson.

This just felt so real, like you were sitting in the middle of his room. He was laying in his bed, resting. You got up and slowly made your way over to the side of his bed. His breathing was light and airy. You smiled softly, he looked so peaceful. You reached your hand down, fingers almost caressing his face when he began to stir in his sleep. Recoiling your hand and freezing, afraid that he was going to wake up. When he didn't open his eyes, you let out a silent sigh of relief.

You watched as his peaceful face contorted into something different, his lips part slightly. His breathing became heavy and uneven. Is he having a nightmare? You asked herself as he began squirming around. You didn't want to invade his privacy anymore, so you began backing up to the center of the room.

"Y/N" your breath hitched, trapped in the back of your throat. You stopped mid-step, this is it, this is where I die. You slowly turned on your heels to face him, preparing yourself for the biggest blow up in your life. However, his eyes were sealed shut.

A deep guttural moan ripped through the room. Did he just moan? You could see that he had grown hard under his covers. Biting your lip, you felt as if you shouldn't be witnessing this. The way he ground his hips in the air, the sweat that formed on his brow, the pants that slid from his lips.

You held back the moan that threatened to leap from your throat, growing wet from seeing him struggle against nothing. You wanted to see into his mind to see who he was dreaming off... But that was wrong. He was your master and you his apprentice.

"(Y/n)... fuck... Don't stop." You couldn't help the loud gasp that escaped you. Covering your mouth as quick as you could, trying to fix your mistake. It was too late. His eyes sprung open, shooting up out of bed and reaching for his saber.

The blanket fell from his body. He was shirtless. You had never seen him shirtless before and was it a sight to behold. His body was toned and glistening in the star light that poured into his room. He looked at you with a surprised glare, "(Y/n)?" He called out for you. You panicked, closing your eyes tightly.

Opening your eyes sent a small amount of relief through your body. You were in your room again, a weird safe haven for you. Getting up from the middle of your room, you slowly made your way over to your bed, crawling into it. The cool blankets welcoming you. Staring at your ceiling, you processed everything that had just happened.

Sorry about how poor this is, Part 5 coming soon...