The Dark Prince (Kylo Ren X Reader)

Was Any Of It Real?

When your eyes finally fluttered back open, your mind still blurry with sleep, the first thing you noticed was Kylo's arm, still reaching over your waist and pulling you close to him. You could feel his warm, steady breathing against your shoulder, his face still buried in the crook of your neck.  His messy hair fell over the side of your face, and you felt a wide smile creep over your lips as you snuggled back into his frame, savoring the feeling of your bodies pressed together. 

The sheets enveloped your naked figures, hiding the two of you from sight, but after laying there for a few minutes, listening to Kylo's calm breathing, you sighed. You carefully lifted the comforter off of your legs, moving with slow, cautious motions as you slid out from under Kylo's arm. You watched as it flopped down on the mattress, seeming not to disturb him at all, a quiet snore escaping past his lips.

You slid off the bed, your bare feet touching the ground as you shivered, the cold air sending goosebumps over your skin. You glanced around the room, the morning light just beginning to trickle through the wide windows. You eyed your nightgown, strewn onto the floor from the night before, and you smirked. It laid in a crumbled ball, the thin fabric wrinkled and creased. 

You tip-toed over to it, grabbing it in your fist and holding it out in front of you before slipping it back over your head, making you way into the bathroom. You figured you'd retrieve Kylo's clothes for him--lay them out on the bed for when he woke up. But in all honesty, you wished that he'd never put them back on. 

Your eyes fell on his garments at the base of the shower door, still looking soggy from when he'd walked over them, dripping with water. But you picked them up anyway, taking his shirt and pants in your hands and flopping them up onto the counter, attempting to lay them out to dry. 

But as you picked up the pants, your fingers running over the rough fabric, you felt something. It caught your attention, poking out of his pocket, and you furrowed your brow, carefully prying the pouch open and reaching inside. Your digits gripped onto a folded piece of paper and a pen, and you pulled them out of the damp trousers, dropping them to the floor. 

The paper was thick as you unfolded it, playing with the pen between your fingertips. But as you pressed innocently on the pen's cap, it suddenly started to vibrate, startling you as you yelped and threw it to the ground. You stared at it with wide eyes as it continued to buzz against the floor, a new sound suddenly echoing through the room--instantly sending a shiver down your spine. 

The sound of voices. Voices you recognized. Your voice. And Kylo's. 

"Tell me what you want." His voice mumbled, and yours was quick to respond. 

"I want--" You stuttered, but he cut you off. 

"You want my fingers inside you," He whispered, "Don't you."

"Fuck--please," You voice pleaded, sounding increasingly pathetic as you begged, "please." A loud moan followed your words, echoing against the walls as the pen continued to vibrate for a moment, a clicking sound eventually cutting off the voices and leaving you standing in complete silence, your eyes wide with panic and confusion. You were frozen--feeling your heart begin to slam painfully in your chest, horror settling in. 

What the fuck was that? 

You remembered that moment--like it was yesterday. But you couldn't comprehend why the pen had just played it back to you, or how it was even recorded in the first place. Your mind was swirling with a million thoughts, your blood starting to run cold as the sick realization of what was happening sunk into your bones, nausea beginning to wash over you. You felt as though you couldn't breathe, vomit bubbling up in the back of your throat as you stared down at the pen, your lip trembling as you suddenly remembered the piece of paper in your fist.