i met him in dreams (kylo x reader)

the boy who made you feel

Another long day of thinking of him. Another day of craving his touch. You went to bed as soon as you arrived home, sinking into the mattress, and hoping he had told the truth when he said you'd see him tonight. Sleep came quickly.

You were still in your room, still wrapped in the thick comforter. Except you weren't alone. He hovered over you, pouty lips visible in the dim light of the street lamps. 

"You're here?" you whispered.

"Yes, but you're not awake."

"Oh," you sighed. 

Kylo lowered himself to lie next to you, his chest pressed to your back. 

"Will you kiss me again?" you asked. 

"Not now."

"What will we do now, then?" you said as your relaxed into him. 

His fingers skimmed against the small of your waist, grazing your tummy and settling between your thighs. His fingertips ran along your mound softly, tickling the skin and making your core grow warm. You shuddered when he pressed against your clit. 

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes, yes," you breathed. 

He formed steady circles onto your firm bud, and his other hand found your breast, pinching at your nipple and rolling the flesh in his palm. Pleasure sizzled under your warming skin, and you squirmed under his touch. His hard length was pressed against your lower back, and you pushed yourself upwards so that it was under your cunt.

"If you want something you have to ask for it."

You gulped, and pressed your slit onto his cock, feeling his firmness grow slick with your wetness. 

"I want to be filled," you pleaded. 

Kylo's hand abandoned your breast and he moved his tip to slip across your folds, pausing at your entrance. 

"Please," you whispered. 

You moaned as he pushed through you, filling the space between your aching walls. His breathing was labored, warm breath fluttering against the skin of your shoulder as he pushed into you deeply again and again. His fingers stayed on your clit, gentle circles of bliss. Your hips rocked back to meet him, the curves of your body morphing together. He was warm, and his heat seeped through your skin and settled in your core.

"I missed you again," you panted. 

"I know. I missed you too, little one."

You whimpered as his fingers worked faster, massaging the pulse hammering under your bud.