Kylo Ren x Reader

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⚠️TW, slight sexual assault, violence⚠️

your POV

i sigh with relief after glancing at the time, realizing it was finally time to go home.

with a sigh, i swing the front door open, revealing ben surrounded by cereal bowls.

"ben?" i ask, clearly confused as i watch him jump but shovel another spoonful in his mouth.

"this is all i know how to make. and it's REALLY good." he shrugs with a sheepish smile.

after 3 trips to the sink the mess was finally cleaned up.

"let's get some real food, ok?" i tell him, giggles still escaping my lips at just the thought of him eating so many bowls of cereal. he nods silently, both of us splitting to get ready. immediately upon entering my room i noticed something was up. ben was definitely in here, judging by how little things had clearly been moved around. no big deal except.. my journal.

my journal.

shit.

walking over to it, i notice it's not on my night stand, but resting on my bed instead. maybe he didn't see it. hopefully. i mean, he would have said something right?

"have you ever drank before?" i ask ben as we walk into a local bar/ restaurant.

"uhmm you mean like water?"

"nO like alcohol" i laugh, watching him shake his head no.

"wow, well, i think you'll like it"

after eating dinner we plop down on the bar side of the restaurant, ben cluelessly watching as i order two drinks.

"okay here, try this." i hand him a glass and take a drink myself, laughing as his face twists in slight disgust.

"it's it's bad... but good?"

"the more you drink the better it tastes" i down the rest of my drink, a desperate attempt to get rid of the worry with the journal situation. a few- okay way more than a few- drinks later, the worry was for sure forgotten.

i laugh as ben tells another stupid joke, alcohol running through both of our systems as we make casual conversation.

"hey i've gotta go to the bathroom, be right back" i tell him, my words only slightly slurred as i hop off the bar stool and head towards the bathroom.
i could feel bens eyes on me the entire time.

the trip to the bathroom went smoothly, swinging the door back open i stop as it hits someone.

"shit, sorry!" i apologize, looking up at the clearly irritated man.

"that hurt, honey. i'm gonna need a little more than a sorry."

"excuse me? i know that didn't hurt that bad-"
a gasp escapes my lips as my back is slammed against the wall, my mind hazy as the mans hands begin to roam.

"hey, HEY- fuck - get off!!" i shout, smacking and digging my palms into his shoulders in a desperate attempt to pry him off. i wince as his fingers dig into my thighs, his face getting closer and closer until he's suddenly ripped away. it was ben, chest heaving with anger as he stomps over to the man who was now cowering on the floor.

"no need for the force, i'll kill you with my bare fucking hands for that" he growls, throwing punches left and right at full force.

"ben..."
he continues punching him in the face, and there was blood. lots of it.

"BEN" i scream, snapping him out of his trance as he's pulled off the now unconscious man. my hand rests on his tense shoulder, tears brimming my eyes as i look up at him.

"please.. let's just go." i plead, watching his face soften before agreeing. the walk home was silent most of the way, my focus was on trying not to break down.

"your- your hands.." i whisper, looking down at his red and bloodied knuckles. he stops and looks down at me, sympathy clear on his features.

"hey i'm alright, are you okay?"

that was all it took, a sob escapes my lips as i hold my face in my hands. why couldn't i have just one good night? ben steps in, shushing me as he wraps his arms around me. i hug him back, letting out a shaky sigh

"thank you ben. thank you thank you thank you... who- who knows what would have happened if you weren't there." i mumble into his chest.

"hey..hey don't think about it ok? i wouldn't let anyone hurt you. let's get home"

kicking my shoes off i groan, walking into my room and immediately changing into shorts and a large t-shirt. i then go to the kitchen, grabbing a glass and filling it with water. i take a sip right as ben walks in.

my brows furrow at the sight of his face while his eyes linger on my lower half.

"what- what's wrong?" i ask, suddenly becoming self conscious as i stare at him.

"your leg..." he mumbles, kneeling down and running his fingers over the bruised hand marks on my thigh. my face turns red as i swallow.

"it's ok, it's nothing- don't worry."

"i'm gonna kill him."

"what?"

"i'm going to fucking kill him."

"ben, it's really ok, ok? don't cause trouble, please." i plead with him, my heart doing flips when he stands up, nodding while looking away, jaw clenched.

attempting to light up the mood, i pull open the fridge and pull out icecream.

"want some?"

a smile tugs at his lips, and he nods, grabbing a bowl.

on the couch

"hey why don't you tell me more about your past, if you're ok with that" i speak, my legs laying across bens as i eat a spoonful of icecream.

hours seems to pass as we sit, talking about our family's and pasts. at this point we were experts about each other, knowing almost every and anything.

eventually i yawn, stretching as i stand up.

"i'm gonna head to bed, you can have the guest room" i smile, flicking his forehead.

"alright, goodnight YN" ben replies, standing up and stretching also before heading to his room.
after an hour of laying there, afraid to go to sleep in fear of that man coming back - stupid, i know.-
with a sigh, i swing my legs over the bed and pad over to bens room, slowly pushing open the door.

"YN?" bens groggy voice calls out through the dark.

"i- this sounds weird but could you sleep in my room? ... i'm just scared." i admit, holding my breath as i await a reply.

"yeah of course" ben replies, the shuffling of blankets signaling that he was getting up. i slide back into my side of the bed, thankful that the darkness was shielding my red cheeks as ben gets in next to me.

"thank you i just- i feel safer when you're around." i admit, and it was true.

"good. i'm not going to let anyone hurt you, ok?" he replies, his voice barely a whisper. i nod, although he couldn't see it, and without thinking i move closer, my heart practically thumping out of my chest when bens arm wraps around me.
at first my nerves were practically eating away at me. i couldn't believe this was actually happening.

but after a while, it just felt... right. like we were meant to be.