Kiddo | Kylo Ren

IX. Sleeping Beauty

Such a sweet, sweet angel.

As Kylo studied your sleeping figure wrapped up in his silk sheets, he could feel the rise and fall of his chest begin to deepen. His mind was racing between thoughts of both chaos and bliss. 

First the Resistance fleet attacking- then your injury.

And then your kiss. Specifically right afterwards, when you had abruptly left his lips and crawled into his bed, tiny figure falling asleep against his billowing pillows almost immediately.

He understood all too well why you needed rest after tonight..

But you had fallen asleep so suddenly- and without Kylo. The moment he had finished tending to your back and legs, it took you no time at all to crash into his mattress and sink into a deep sleep.

It surprised Kylo how quickly you had fallen asleep, but he chose not to question it. You were tired, hurt, and a bit vulnerable without your sweater or a hooked bra on. Kylo took care of that like it was his second nature, though.

He had slipped one of his big, black sweaters over your head and down your figure with ease, making sure not to wake you while he took a few seconds to admire your body in his clothing.

And just seeing you asleep in his bed was driving him mad- and it bothered him that he didn't know why.

You were a cute girl, which was something Kylo had no shame in admitting. You were always cute in his eyes.

But it's different now that you're older.

It's different now that you've grown into your body. Even though you've gotten taller in the past few years, Kylo couldn't help but compare the substantial size difference between the two of you. Sometimes, looking down at your big, bright eyes from his height was too much for his swollen, black heart to handle.

Yet here you were- laying in a little, oddly shaped fetal position with his large sweater covering you from your shoulders to your backside, taking up a portion of the bed that couldn't even fit half of him.

Kylo knew this wasn't just a feeling of admiration. This was something stronger.

At some point during the night, you had fidgeted enough in your sleep to completely throw his cape off of you and onto the ground. Kylo considered picking it back up for you, but he knew you probably had gotten too hot.

So he left it off for your own sake, not realizing until it was too late that his sweater did not cover as much skin as he thought it would.

But Kylo wouldn't dare peak. He knew it was immoral to take advantage of a girl while unconscious- but gods did he want to.

He wanted to slowly crawl over to your side of the bed and slip in-between your legs, taking his time to admire the soft flesh of your inner thighs.

Then he'd gently begin caressing your abdomen until your eyes slowly fluttered open, your tired gaze drinking in the pure size of him on top of you.

After that, he wouldn't be able to control himself for much longer. He'd rip your sweater off for the second time tonight, hook a finger through the hem of your panties, and lower them down to your ankles until you were completely stripped underneath him.

He'd dreamt of keeping you there in that position for hours; taking his time to kiss every square inch of your body as you writhed and squirmed underneath him, your soft voice moaning his name and filling his quarters with your sweet noises.