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jinx-xxed · 15 days ago

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Happy Holidays

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A/N; I’m 2 days late (I’m so sorry) BUT I have returned to do a Christmas fic woohoo ^_^!!! Take this as my gift to you all because thank you so much for the constant support on the fics I’ve posted, I never expected all this and I’m very happy that people like them! It motivates me to keep going :) I hope to be able to post more soon/in the new year! Anyway, I hope you all enjoy and happy holidays to everyone!

Part of Written in the Stars

Summary; It’s nice to not spend Christmas alone.

Content; NSFW 18+, modern AU, Christmas fic, original characters, you and Kylo are in college, early 20s, childhood friends to strangers to lovers vibe, shared loneliness, you have a kitten, you’re an aspiring NASCAR driver, family issues, mention of abusive parents, mention of you smoking, Kylo cooks for you, very domestic, admission of feelings, reconciliation, Kylo is down bad sorry not sorry, Kylo wants to care for you, he’d do anything, desperate Kylo (my fav), first time together, eating out, fingering, marking, praise, piv sex, soft sex, aftercare, showering together, cuddles

Wc; 6.5k

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Someone is knocking on your door.

It’s 4:38 PM on Christmas Eve and someone is knocking on the door to your college apartment.

“What in the fuck?” You snap, having to pause the video you’d been watching on your phone. Your only companion is BB, the little black and silver kitten you’d found a few weeks ago who’s thankfully no longer sickly and has been putting on good weight. His head is now raised, eyes squinted from sleep. You’re about to go back to what you were doing when the knocking comes once more. You loudly groan this time, ripping off the stack of covers and blankets and swinging your legs over the side of the bed.

You stomp through the apartment in your ratty t-shirt and sweatpants combo, more than ready to punch whoever’s on the other side of the door. You undo the double lock and swing it open, a brutal, anti-Christmas glare on your face. It’s wiped away in a second and replaced by shock when you see who’s waiting there, hand half raised as if to knock again.

“Kylo?” You say incredulously.

The wall of a man is dressed in his full winter attire—a long black peacoat over a black turtleneck and pants, with a scarf undone around his neck and black leather gloves covering his hands. Snow dusts his shoulders and the silky black strands of his hair, his scar stands out starkly along the left side of his face. His expression mirrors yours, seeming surprised you even opened the door.

His sticks his hands in the pockets of his coat. “Are you doing anything?”

You arch a brow and look backwards into your apartment, as if checking to make sure there’s no Christmas party going on. It’s dead silent and empty. “What do you think?” You ask dryly. You even told him how sad your Christmas was going to be when he was helping you with BB; Chief—your white haired best friend—is traveling, you’re banned from family gatherings by your mother, you have nowhere to go and nothing to do.

“Then come over to my place.” Kylo says simply, halfway between a question and a demand.

Your head tilts, brows furrowing. “For what?” You didn’t think you were on those kinds of terms. The terms of inviting each other over for fun rather than just in moments of reluctant alliance—which in recent cases was a sick kitten who’d been buried in snow on the street.

Kylo huffs as his eyes roll. “For Christmas. Unless you want to spend it in your barely heated apartment by yourself, then by all means, go ahead.”

You glare at him and hold it as you mull the idea over in your mind. You hate to admit it would be nice to get out of the apartment where you huddle under ten layers, plus Kylo’s house is really fancy… and it would be like when you were kids, your two families spending every holiday together before… everything happened. You sigh, briefly hanging your head and staring at his shiny shoes. “Fine.” You meet his eyes again. “But I’m bringing BB.”

He shrugs like it makes absolutely no difference. You tell him to give you a few minutes before you shut the door on him, hurrying back inside to get changed. You throw on simple black jeans, a white button up you only got for job interviews, and sleek black boots. BB doesn’t make a fuss when you put him in his carrier, and you put some of his food in a backpack. You put on your heavy duty jacket and you’re ready to go.

You find Kylo where you left him, except he took to leaning against a wall. He straightens when he sees you, briefly looking you over with something in his eyes that you can’t place. Your outfit is so simple and unassuming that you just take it as him judging you. “Let’s go.” You bite out.

Kylo leads the way without a word, the both of you sharing a silent elevator ride down to the ground floor. The only reason you live in a nice, on campus apartment building is because of Chief. Unlike you, she didn’t get cut off by her abusive mother and left to flounder with nothing, so Chief is able to get some of the finer things in life. You’re lucky she splits them with you.

You hiss and retract into your jacket as soon as that below freezing air hits you right in the face. There’s roughly seven inches of snow on the ground with more on the way and more being spat out by the gray clouds that obscure the setting sun. Winters up here have always been hell, and it makes you want to turn right around and forget you ever agreed to join Kylo for Christmas. BB agrees with a pitiful meow as the cold gets him through the mesh of his carrier, despite the extra blanket you stuffed in there.

You make it a quick walk to the small parking garage, Kylo’s new, black Honda Civic Type R waiting inside. You give yourself only a second to admire the car—astonished at what mommy and daddy’s money can buy—before you slip into the leather seats with teeth chattering, clutching BB’s carrier in your lap. Kylo follows, blasting the heat as soon as the keys hit the ignition. “This better be good if you’re dragging me out of my apartment into this.” You can’t help but snap.

“It’s not like your apartment is much warmer.” He retorts. You grumble over the fact he’s not entirely incorrect.

The drive from your building to his house is about twenty minutes, his home sitting in a nice neighborhood far enough from campus that they don’t run the risk of vandalism from party kids. It makes your lip upturn, looking at all the fancy houses with fancy decorations, cars lined up in the driveways and warm lights filtering through windows. It reminds you of how it’d be when you were younger, with you and Kylo’s families coming together to celebrate, parents gathering around to talk while you two ran off to play games or do something stupid. Thinking about it creates a pit in your stomach, one that’s full of something like regret and longing.

Kylo’s home is nice, to put it lightly. His mother gave it to him despite his estrangement when he decided to go to the college in the area. It has a lovely dark wooden exterior with multi-color wooden accents to match. It’s not small by any means with two floors, a basement, and an attic, everything spacious and well furnished—it’s far more than any college kid would probably need. Han used to teach a class or two on campus during special events, just so students could get some lessons from a real pro in the racing scene. Your own father would do the same before his accident ruined it all.

You’re torn from your thoughts when the car comes to a stop in the safety of the garage. You’re reluctant to leave the warmth of the Honda but you manage to get yourself up and follow Kylo. When he unlocks the door and lets you inside, your eyes widen with the sight that greets you.

“Woah-kay.” You say with a sort of awe, your head tilted back to look at all the decorations. There’s garlands wrapped along the stair banister and strewn across parts of the high-arching ceiling, mixing with the chandelier hanging above. Soft golden lights are embedded into each strand of pine. There’s smaller pieces like little trees and deer placed methodically on the small server table near the door and on the mini shelves along the walls. The wooden floor is fitted with a red carpet that leads into the massive kitchen and adjoining living room, more pretty lights and decorations filling the way.

When you enter into the living room, you can’t help but gasp at the large tree filling the back wall near the fireplace. It’s so reminiscent of the one from your childhood, Leia never liking the hassle of real trees and so always bringing out the same trusty fake one each year. The white lights reflect nicely off the windows, the dark green branches void of any ornaments. All together it’s very homey and warm, the occasional candle lit amongst the rooms. It’s the exact opposite of Kylo.

While you were walking through the house taking it all in, he took off his winter gear and stuffed it in a closet somewhere, leaving him in the turtleneck, pants, and black socks. “I’m shocked you did all this.” You manage to say when he joins you in the living room, you still spinning in circles to look at everything.

“There were some old decorations in the basement.” He says. He rolls up his sleeves and crouches by the fireplace which you notice is already loaded with fresh logs and crumpled newspaper. He throws in a match and watches it burn, stoking it a few times to make sure it catches. The sound of crackling fire along with soft Christmas music playing from a speaker filters into the room and you can’t help but feel you walked into a Hallmark movie.

You look at Kylo skeptically. “What’s all this for?”

He shrugs as he walks by into the kitchen. “We can’t celebrate how we used to?”

You scoff. “Did you do this just for me?” You know the answer to your own question considering there’s no one else here and the fact he won’t reply. “What if I had said no?”

“I knew you wouldn’t.” He says, and it annoys you how sure of himself he is.

You ignore him and instead decide to let BB loose. You pick him up out of the carrier, holding him in front of you with his back feet dangling. “Do not go tearing up all the decorations, you hear me? And don’t eat any either, I don’t need that emergency vet visit tonight.” You scold, even as your kitten just gives you his usual dumb wide-eyed look. You sigh and set him down, watching him trot off like this is his second home. It’s not far off considering Kylo still has a litter box here for him.

You shrug off your jacket and shoes, then following a delicious scent into the kitchen. Kylo’s taking two small dishes from the oven as you settle yourself into one of the barstools at the counter, a roaster with what smells like ham inside sitting nearby. You watch Kylo’s methodical movements, double checking all of his dishes and putting everything in the right spot. The food makes your mouth water and stomach grumble, reminding you that you haven’t had a decent meal in the week that Chief has been gone.

“Honey glazed ham, mashed potatoes, and green bean casserole with cheese. Does that sound good for you?” Kylo asks with a raised brow.

You almost laugh. “Are you kidding? That sounds good as fuck.”

Kylo nods and gets down two plates. “Do you want wine?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’m restricting you to one glass.”

You roll your eyes. “Bastard.” Leia’s family always had the best wine you’ve ever tasted, full of rich, strong flavors and a very fine texture. It always surprises you with how good it is, and that’s why you could easily take a whole bottle. One glass won’t do much for you.

Kylo prepares a plate for you and for himself while you dump some of BB’s dry food in his bowl, just so he feels included. And so maybe he’s less inclined to try and get to the ham.

Since the dining table got moved, you and Kylo decide to sit at the counter, just the few inches of space between the chairs separating you. You take a sip of the wine first, that beautiful taste the same as you remembered it. Kylo can’t help watching you from the corner of his eye as you try the food. You give every dish its turn, and each one is just as good as the last. Bursting flavors and cooked to perfection, it’s like heaven.

“God damn.” You mumble around a mouthful, happily digging in. “I didn’t know you could cook this well.”

“I’m glad you like it.” Kylo says, finally diverting his gaze from you and focusing on his own plate.

You both sit in silence for a while, neither really knowing what to say or if you should say anything at all. You instead listen to the Christmas music coming through the speaker, the warmth of the fire on your backs. You try to ignore the type of emotion that wells inside you, some weird kind of nostalgia mixing with melancholy. You hate missing the old days, you hate missing when your family wasn’t a fractured mess, when your mother wasn’t cruel. And you hate missing a man who’s sitting right next to you on top of it all. There’s so much that has changed, both in your lives and yourselves. Hell, you hadn’t seen him in eight years until about seven months ago when you spotted him in a random bar your band had been playing at.

You drown out the thoughts by emptying your wine glass, the slight burn going down a welcome distraction.

When you’re finished with a second plate, you’re so full you can barely muster any kind of energy to move from your seat. You manage to slide out of your chair and then promptly flop onto the soft couch, the fire hot against your face. Kylo cleans up behind you, more than pleased with himself and his cooking skills.

You easily doze off with the sounds of Christmas music and dishes lightly clattering in the background. You’re not sure how long you lay there on the couch with your eyes closed, finally content with a full belly and some proper warmth—until something hits you in the face.

“Ow- fucker.” You snap, propping yourself up on your elbows and squinting against the light. You look down to find a rectangle nicely wrapped in dark blue paper, a little white bow sitting in the left corner. You’re confused while Kylo sits on the couch next to you, jostling you on the cushions.

“Open it.” Kylo says, watching you expectantly as you sit up.

You look at him skeptically, not sure how to proceed with the gift in your hands. You decide to oblige him, tentatively ripping at the crisp paper and finding what’s underneath. Your eyes widen, breath catching in your throat. It’s the video game you’ve been wanting, the one you’ve been pining after since its release a year and a half ago—you just never had the sixty dollars to cough up for it. You’d mentioned it in passing in some random conversation with Kylo that you can’t even remember and so you never expected that it would end up in your hands in this moment.

“What- I… I didn’t get you anything.” You mumble, trying to swallow the lump in your throat.

Kylo leans forward, his hands clasped between his open legs. You can feel his gaze burning into you. “I didn’t want you to.”

“Thank you.” You manage to say. “For all of tonight. It was nice.” It was nice to not spend a holiday alone, to feel like a normal person again and not someone just trying to get through this day and then the next. It was… nice to spend some time with him again, without the hostility and bad memories between you.

Kylo nods, looking down at the floor as he goes quiet for a moment. His fingers twitch, his thumb tapping against the back of his other hand. He blows a sigh through his nose, clearly debating something, struggling with himself until- “I want you.”

Your head snaps up, your mouth falling open, brows furrowed. “What do you-“

“I want you, I’ve wanted you so fucking bad all this time. I’ve spent the last eight years agonizing over what I did, wishing I could just- just undo it because I’m so sick of you pushing me away. Every fucking time I think we get better and then you just shut me out again.” His words come out in a rush and he gets to his feet, one hand on his hip while the other goes into his hair as he paces. “I wish you would just let me in, let me- let me help you, fuck, so you’re not sitting in a freezing apartment all winter and living off shitty food and cigarettes.”

You stand abruptly, matching him. “You think I don’t want that?” You demand. “You think I don’t fucking miss you? You think I don’t wish I could talk to you like I used to, to come to you with anything? I miss you, Kylo, I miss you so fucking bad. I have for years. But you fucked up and I am scared of that happening again.”

He steps up to you, grabbing your hand, looking at you with such conviction it makes your breath stutter. His voice is quieter when he speaks. “Then let me show you it won’t. Give me a fucking chance and just let me try.”

You can tell he means every word he says, that’s always been a trait of his. He’s blunt and straightforward and he needs you to know exactly what he means, exactly what he wants from you. There’s a million emotions swirling inside of you, two sides going to war in your mind. There’s that part of you that wants to shove him off again, just like every other time, and forget any of this happened so you don’t have to bother but then… there’s the part that simply wants to melt into his embrace because you’re just so tired. Tired of longing, of wanting, of resisting.

You know what side won when you’re reaching up, your hand caressing his cheek and watching as he shudders in a way only you could notice, bringing him down to finally kiss him. It feels like the world stops in that moment, like something has at last been righted after all this time, like an axis is no longer tilted. It’s akin to remembering the thing you’d forgotten, to finding something you’d lost so long ago, to putting in that final puzzle piece. Kylo’s mouth is warm and plush against yours, his hands immediately finding your hips and pulling you into him. You instantly relax against his touch and you realize how bad you’d wanted it, how much you craved the comfort of him.

He’s eager and hungry, chasing your tongue and taking everything that you give him. He explores every inch, he makes sure he’s thorough. He’s waited so long for this and he’s not going to waste it, just in case this is his only chance. He makes his way down, abandoning your lips to kiss the corner of your mouth, then along your jaw, following the path to your neck. Your breath is coming fast, your chest pushing against his as you both pant with need. You yelp when you’re suddenly lifted off the ground, Kylo’s hands on your ass and making your legs wrap around his middle.

You cling to his strong shoulders as he carries you upstairs, moving quickly into his bedroom. You barely get to look around at it before you’re being laid roughly on the bed, Kylo immediately following you, practically enveloping your body with his. His room is decorated simply, with a desk and dresser and bookshelves lining the walls, a closet to the left, and the occasional simplistic painting on an empty space. Everything is darkly colored including the black comforter you’re currently on, the material soft and briefly cooling against your burning skin.

You let out a sharp moan when his teeth graze the skin of your neck and Kylo groans in tandem, the sound music to his ears. Before you know it, your shirt is unbuttoned and exposing your chest to the chilling air, goosebumps raising along your flesh. Kylo is fast to remedy this, one of his warm hands coming up and massaging a breast through your bra, his eyes briefly trained on the motion.

“Fuck, I’ve thought about this so many times.” He whispers, his lips soft against your collarbone and sternum.

You hum, your fingers carding through the silky strands of his hair. “Me too.”

He lifts you up to get rid of your shirt and your bra, unclipping it with ease and throwing both pieces across the room. He doesn’t hesitate to take one of your perked nipples into his mouth, the wet sensation making you whimper and writhe beneath him. His hand gives attention to the other side, squeezing and pinching and eliciting as many sounds from you as he wants. You can feel the tent in his pants rubbing against you through the fabric, something like heat pooling in your stomach as a result. He kisses your other nipple, bringing it into his mouth and swirling and flicking it against his tongue, making sure to give it the same attention as the first. He’s meticulous, wanting to get all of you, leaving his mark with spit and little nips of his teeth.

When he thinks he’s done enough, he steadily kisses his way down, multitasking with undoing the buttons on your jeans before those are also tossed to some place on the floor. “I don’t think this is very fair.” You pant, referencing the fact he’s still fully clothed.

Kylo smirks against your belly before straightening himself. He pulls his turtleneck up and over his head, revealing his perfectly toned abdomen. His muscles are well defined and splattered with freckles and light scars, the one on his face going down past his collarbone. You still have yet to find out how he got it, but you know it’ll come with time. It seems you’ll have all the time in the world now.

He’s on you again in a second, this time your hands coming forward to explore the smooth planes of his chest and back. You can feel his strength beneath your fingertips and it makes you shiver, sending it right down to your cunt. It’s then that he pulls off your underwear in a quick motion, his mouth parted in anticipation. His palm sits on your knee, moving it aside to look at your center that’s already glistening with your arousal.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He says with a low rumble to his words, his eyes barely leaving your pussy. All you can do is whimper in response. His chest heaves. “I’m going to eat you out. Okay?” You nearly choke on your saliva but you manage to nod.

That’s all he needs.

Kylo begins his descent at your breasts, lightly kissing each one and steadily moving down your front, his big hands rubbing soothing lines along your thighs with the occasional self indulgent squeeze. He can feel your tension beneath him, the way your muscles are bunched from your nerves. “Relax, baby. I’ll take care of you.” He murmurs against your skin like a promise, just as he’s lowering himself between your legs. His eyes are level with your cunt, nothing but pure desire filling his blown out irises. There’s a puff of air against your wetness that makes you quiver. “I’ll take care of you.” It’s quieter this time, full of reverence as he secures his arms around your thighs, resting your calves on his shoulders.

He licks a fat stripe up your pussy, collecting all of the initial slick that was gathered there. You nearly squeal but hold it back last second, it instead sounding like a strangled whine. It’s been so long since someone ate you out you’ve nearly forgotten what it felt like, but Kylo is quick to make you remember. He takes every inch that you’ve given to him, his uses his tongue’s full potential. He uses languid movements, licking from your hole and up to your clit where he circles it before sucking it into his mouth. It sends bolts of pleasure shooting through your body, causing you to moan and buck into his face. He likes that reaction, so he takes it upon himself to do that a couple times, watching as you writhe with your mouth dropped open and eyes squeezed shut.

“Can’t wait to see how you act when you cum, sweet thing.” He says through his breaths. He dives back down, sticking his tongue into your hole and swiping up all the fresh arousal you’ve dripped for him, spreading it across your pussy as he eats you like a man starved.

Kylo lets go of one of your legs to drag two fingers through the lips of your cunt, collecting the wetness before stuffing you full. You let out a sharp whimper at the new feeling, his thick fingers easily filling your still-tight hole. He does a few exploratory pumps, pressing against your plush walls, scissoring to stretch you wider. He curses as he watches, his cock aching in his pants at the thought of sinking into you as deep as you’ll take him.

He returns his mouth to your clit, sucking it against his tongue and occasionally scraping his teeth along the bud, listening as your moans grow in pitch and speed, your heels digging into his back. It’s better than anything he imagined before—your taste, your sounds… it’s like his own personal heaven. He never thought he’d get the chance to have you before him like this and he couldn’t be more grateful to have your pussy on his tongue.

“Fuck, Kylo, fuckfuckfuck-“ You gasp, and he groans at the way you say his name with ecstasy on your lips. He feels a certain pride that he’s making you like this, making you a soaked, moaning mess on his bed. Your back comes off the mattress with the way it arches, your fingers digging sharply into his comforter as you feel that familiar pressure building in your gut. It’s hot and burning and so close to being released. He realizes this, deciding to swirl your clit harsher, pump his fingers faster and deeper, even being able to squeeze a third one into your throbbing cunt.

With all of that, with your senses overloaded, you scream as you cum all over his hand. Your body heaves as you try to breathe, your mind buzzing while trying to regain any semblance of rational thought. Kylo dips his head down, gathering up every drop of your cum and licking his fingers clean while your legs twitch on his shoulders. It’s been years since you came that hard and you realize now how much you missed it.

You come back to when Kylo shifts, raising from between your legs. You reach for him, feeling such a desperate need for him and to draw him closer. “C’mere.” You whisper, still barely able to think straight. He obliges, returning to you and your lips. He kisses you deeply and sensually, residue from your cum still on his tongue, the entire bottom half of his face wet and shiny with your arousal. Your arms sling across his shoulders, your legs wrap around his hips, drawing him in and rubbing his erection against your sensitive pussy, making you moan into his mouth.

You hear the buckle of his belt come undone, the zipper of his pants a second later. You can feel yourself start to drip again despite the fact you just came, excitement bubbling inside you. There’s movement next to you as Kylo rifles through a drawer, pulling out a condom and parting from you for just a second to rip it open with his teeth. He rolls it on with a practiced ease, finally drawing your eyes down to his cock. It’s almost painfully hard, making you startle from his size. He takes your chin and averts your focus, your eyes meeting his. You’ve always loved his eyes—how pretty they are, how kind they can look. How angry too.

He kisses you when his tip prods at your cunt, your breath catching as he slowly enters you. Kylo rumbles low in his throat, something that reverberates through your whole body and makes your pussy clench around him. He nearly chokes, his hands coming down to brace himself on either side of you. “Shit.” He hisses, pushing himself in further. You can’t help your little whines and moans as he keeps going, making sure you take him. Just when you think another inch will make you burst, he sheaths himself to the hilt, both of you groaning.

“Fuck!” He snaps in a half whisper. “You’re so fucking good, sweetheart. So good to me.”

You nod along, trying to keep your gaze focused on him rather than looking away. You want to see him, his reactions, just like you know he wants to see yours. He takes another second to get used to the bliss of your warm, gummy walls before he finally moves his hips. Just a simple thrust, an experiment of sorts. Kylo nearly comes undone right then before he gets ahold of himself, inwardly cursing the way he’s acting like some high school boy. He’s never been good at controlling himself around you, especially now with his cock buried so deep in your hot pussy.

He draws all the way out before snapping his hips and sheathing himself again, feeling the way you suck him back in and refuse to let go. He does it once and then twice, quickly finding his rhythm and fucking into you properly. Your moans have more volume now, each one punctuated by his thrusts. He leans down, his lips sucking and biting at your neck, so eager to leave his mark on you, to at last take what’s his. He’s wanted you for so fucking long and he’s not going to lose you again. He’s going to do everything for you, he’s going to take care of you like you deserve because god knows no one else has.

Those thoughts have Kylo moving with more determination, hitting that spot in your cunt time and again—you make it obvious with the way your moans will turn into whines when he gets it. Your pleasure is one of the best sounds he’s heard, he never wants to stop hearing it. Your nails dig into his back as you scrabble for purchase, already teetering on the edge of another orgasm from him pounding into you. He can feel the way your walls flutter, your stomach tensing in preparation.

Kylo reaches a hand down and rubs harshly on your aching clit with his thumb, making you screech while he smirks in satisfaction. That knot in your stomach releases soon after and you cum all over his cock, your pussy squeezing him in such a delicious way he moans and tosses his head back. “Fucking Christ.” He pants. “You’re so fucking perfect.”

He never imagined it could be this good. He’s never stopped thinking of you, even when he was fucking other girls to try and distract himself from how badly he needed you. It never worked of course, because none of those girls could ever compare to the excellence that is you. You are all he needs, all he’s ever needed. He curls himself over you again, his face burying into your neck, inhaling your scent and sucking at your sweat slicked skin. “Say it. Say you’ll be with me, that you’ll be mine. Say this won’t be over after tonight.” He demands, straightening to look you in the eyes, continuing to thrust into you all the while. “Say it.”

You swallow thickly and he watches your throat as it bobs, your lips slightly parted. You hesitate for just a second, just a moment of thinking about what could go wrong, of those past grievances. You find that you don’t really care, that you don’t have the energy to keep up those same walls anymore. So you nod. “I will be yours. I will be with you.” You say and watch as relief flashes over Kylo’s face and disappears just as quickly, his emotions never lingering for too long. Something in your chest eases, like someone finally stopped squeezing your heart in a cold fist.

He kisses you again as his thrusts grow erratic, his hips stuttering in their rhythm. You feel the way his cock twitches inside of you, the telltale sign that he’s close. You pull him in, wanting him pressed against you when he finally cums. He releases with a loud, guttural groan and a multitude of curses, his movements slowing as he gives a few more halfhearted pumps, emptying his spend. And then you both lay there for a moment, with his forehead resting against your sternum and you looking up at the ceiling, neither able to move nor wanting to.

You’re in a state of disbelief that that actually happened, that you just had the best sex of your life with your old childhood best friend who you had still hated earlier this same afternoon. On Christmas Eve no fucking less. You can’t say you regret it at all.

You’re tugged from your thoughts when Kylo moves. You wince as he begins to pull out, your cunt unbearably sensitive from two powerful orgasms and a very thorough fucking. He flops down next to you, bringing you into his side before throwing an arm over his eyes, trying to catch his breath. You’re both exhausted, but you both couldn’t be happier.

It takes him a few minutes before he’s finally able to take off the condom, tie it, and toss it into a garbage bin near the bed. You lay there as your sweat and shared arousal cools, as your breathing calms, as you just enjoy each other’s presence. You wish you could fall asleep like that, but all the drying liquids on you is making your skin itch and you need some proper clothes so you don’t freeze.

Kylo seems to be on the same wavelength, because he sits up with a groan and pushes his sweat soaked hair out of his face. “Shower?”

You can’t help your gentle smile. “Yes please.”

He kisses you before swinging over the side of the bed and standing, holding out a hand to you and helping you up as well. Your legs shake uneasily and everything already feels sore, but Kylo is there to support you on the way to the bathroom. The bright lights burn your eyes, making you grunt and squint when he turns them on. You stand there holding yourself for warmth as he gets the shower on, holding his hand under the stream until the water finally gets hot.

“I’ll join you in a minute. I’m going to change the sheets.” He says, kissing you on your hairline before he leaves.

You don’t hesitate on that, quickly using the bathroom first before getting under the blissfully hot water. You hum as it runs over your hair and skin, already making you feel significantly better. You just let it wash over you for a minute before deciding to get the soap, grabbing one of Kylo’s manly smelling shampoos and beginning to dig it into your scalp. You were just about to get the body wash before he finally joins you, his shower more than big enough for the two of you.

“Hey.” You say with another little smile.

“Hi.” He replies, a small tilt to the corner of his mouth. It shows one his dimples and you decide it’s one of your new favorite things.

You smack his hand away when he’s about to reach for the shampoo and he looks at you curiously while you squirt some in your hands. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair and smile wider when his eyes close in satisfaction; it reminds you of a cat. You help each other wash your bodies of all the grime, standing under that hot water until it starts to go cold.

Stepping out of the shower, you feel more relaxed than you have in a while and also incredibly sleepy. Kylo wraps a fluffy black towel around you. “I put some clothes on the bed for you.” He says, wrapping his own towel around himself.

“Mkay, thanks.” You mumble tiredly, your eyes squinted against the light once more. You shuffle back into his bedroom, his sheets replaced with ones that look identical but just without a big wet spot on them. There’s a folded t-shirt, sweats, and boxers on the end so you quickly pull them on. They’re big on you since they’re Kylo’s, but you don’t mind—they’re comfortable and smell like him.

You decide to get in bed while you wait for him since he went downstairs to turn off all the lights and music, and you find it feels like you laid on a pile of clouds. Compared to your lumpy, shitty old mattress at the apartment, Kylo’s mattress feels like literal heaven. That mixed with the fresh, comfy sheets and blankets… you could stay here for the rest of your life. You curl up and pull the blankets around you, humming to yourself in satisfaction.

Kylo finally comes back upstairs just as you were about to doze off, plopping something on the bed and disturbing you. “What the-“ You begin to say before BB is nuzzling into your face. You smile, scratching the kitten behind the ears the way he likes and making him purr. “Hey buddy.”

“He was in the Christmas tree.” Kylo says, pulling the covers back to join you in bed.

“That’s not surprising.” You reply. BB has always liked to explore everything he can. Though it seems right now he shares your sleepiness because he walks over you in order to curl up by your head on your pillow.

Kylo wraps a strong arm around you and pulls you in, your head resting nicely against his chest, just under his chin. You drape your own arm across his ribs, his warm body beneath you a solid comfort.

He lets out a relaxed sigh, tickling the hair on top of your head. “Stay with me until Chief gets back.”

“Planned on it.” You manage to say despite being half asleep already. The last thing you wanted after tonight was to go back to that cold, miserable apartment where you’d be by yourself for another two weeks.

His grip on you tightens for a second. “Good. I’ll take you by the apartment tomorrow to get your things.”

“Sssounds good.” You mutter, words slurring together. You can feel Kylo’s light chuckle before there’s a kiss placed on your head.

Falling asleep with Kylo holding you and BB next to you, in a big soft bed, warm and perfectly content for the first time in a while, makes it feel like a Christmas wish you didn’t even know you had finally came true.

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