Kylo Ren X Reader one-shot:
Summary: The reader brings Kylo Ren a present from their last trip into First Order space
Word Count: 1757
Content Warning: SFW – only some mild smooching and fluff
A/N: This was inspired by a real thing that I bought at the store over the weekend, and it’s my first attempt at reader one shots so? idk bear with me I guess.
“I have something for you.” You breathed, shifting from foot to foot as you clutched the box behind your back.
Across the room, sitting on the bed as he yanked his boots off of his feet, Kylo Ren glanced up. His brow pinched in confusion, plump lips pursed into a line as he considered your words. It wasn’t that gift giving was uncommon between the two of you; you wore the pendant he’d given you religiously, the Iketa stone resting under your uniform and pressed into your sternum. Trinkets from when he was sent on missions with the Knights of Ren, or luxuries from your many visits to the core worlds in your duties to the Order, there was almost always something being passed between the two of you.
Kylo had never seen you this excited about a present though and, if he were honest, your glee was absolutely endearing.
“Would you like to give it to me now, or change out of your uniform first?” He asked, brown eyes taking in your appearance.
You looked tired from a hard day of work, dusty and sweaty from time spent climbing all over Starkiller base making repairs to technology ravaged by extreme cold, and there was a smudge of black grease across your forehead. Kylo didn’t mind it all that much though; Force knew that he returned to his quarters with his own share of unwanted germs, and there was something to be said about seeing you directly after your shift. A warmth that he didn’t want to inspect too closely at the knowledge that you must have come straight to the room after your shift, not bothering to stop and clean up as you normally did.
“No! I got you something!” You repeated, taking a few steps forward and bringing the box out from behind your back. “I meant to give it to you as soon as I returned from Rakata Prime, but you’d left on a mission.”
Kylo reached out to take the gift, neatly wrapped in brown paper and twine. It was surprisingly light for what he’d expected from the size, but that only served to increase his curiosity. Especially when he saw the unrestrained excitement in your eyes. It occurred to him, as his fingers plucked at the loose ends of the twine, that he could read your mind to figure out what was in the package but Kylo almost immediately disregarded that thought. He didn’t want to invade your privacy, always waited for explicit consent to brush his consciousness against yours, and besides the anticipation was always worth the surprise.
He carefully unwrapped the present, revealing a nondescript box that caused your excitement to mount. Kylo had no idea what the gift could be, but he knew that no matter what he would love it, if only because of the fact that you’d seen it and thought of him.
You held your breath as he pulled the box open, studying his face intently as he stared at the contents. His confusion passed into a blank expression when he took out the device, and every moment of continued silence made the excitement wilt inside you. Dark eyes narrowed on the melon sized Death Star, pulling it apart along the obvious hemisphere line to reveal the star map inside. Anxiety quickly started to replace your earlier happiness, and you were desperate for any sort of feedback.
It wasn’t your usual type of gift—you normally brought back sweets, or some of his ridiculous hair care products—but you had seen it in the window of a toy store and had immediately bought it for the Knight of Ren. You’d been thinking of how excited he’d been the one time you’d both managed to sneak away from Starkiller to a nearby trading port, finding a trove of old Imperial paraphernalia. His face had lit up and he’d spent the entire time telling you random facts about the Death Star, and Darth Vader and it remained one of your fondest memories.
Yet now he was distressingly blank.
“I, um, I know it’s a little childish.” You explained nervously, wringing your hands together. “But it’s a star chart and I just, well, I thought you’d like it. I had to do some tweaking of the display though; since it was for children it wasn’t the strongest quality. Do you? Do you like it?”
Kylo finally tore his eyes away from the two halves of the Death Star when he noticed you were rocking back and forth on your heels. The beautiful smile on your face had faded into a look of concern, and he wanted to kick himself when he realized that he hadn’t actually made a response to your gift.
“It’s probably stupid,” You hurried, lifting a hand to rub at the back of your neck. “I mean, you already have star charts and really what are you going to do with—”
“I love it.” He declared, cutting you off. “Really, (y/n) I do love it.”
“You do?” You parroted, taking a step back as he set the pieces aside and surged to his feet.
Kylo reached out to cup your face, placing a careful kiss to your lips. “Thank you.”
You couldn’t help but smile up at him, your eyes finding his own expressive dark one to see the truth in his words. “Do you want to power it up? See my handiwork in the flesh?”
“Shower first, lover.” His thumb brushed across your cheek, and you could feel the gritty touch as it agitated the caked on dust that you wore like a second skin.
You chuckled at that ultimatum, stealing another quick kiss before stepping away and turning towards the refresher. “I’ll be right back then.”
Kylo watched you disappear behind the door of his refresher, his attention returning to the star chart still on his bed. He heard the shower turn on as he lifted the device, putting the two halves together to display the full replica of the Death Star. He had no idea where you could have found this, though one of the many trading colonies in the Territories would have a better chance than any of the Republic spaces. Kylo felt something fond swell in his chest as he settled the star chart into its tripod base, making minute adjustments almost compulsively.
It was a little childish, the fact that you had gotten him a toy, and yet it was somehow exactly the perfect gift. Not because it was profound or functional, but rather sweet and random; you had bought it for the sole reason that you’d thought he would like it. And then you’d went and improved it with your own electrical skills.
“Okay,” Kylo turned around when the door slid back open a surprisingly short amount of time later as you walked out toweling off your hair. “You ready?”
“That was quick.” The Knight noted, a curl of pleasure going through him when he saw you wearing his sleeping pants. They didn’t quite fit your hips, riding a little low and you had to roll the legs up to keep from tripping over them. He loved to see you in his clothing; they always smelled like you after you changed, and it was like staking a claim.
“What can I say? I can shower pretty quickly when I don’t have someone distracting me.” You laughed, hanging the towel up as you combed your fingers through the wet strands.
Kylo rolled his eyes at your teasing, affecting an unimpressed expression before surging across the room to lift you up into his arms. You let out a shriek of delight when your feet left the ground, legs hooking around his waist and arms curling over his shoulders as he carried you to the bed. You went down first, bouncing on the plush mattress as he balanced his weight on his arms to keep from crushing you.
“I seem to recall you enjoying the distraction, (y/n).” He purred, dark eyes locking with yours, face only a few inches away.
You could feel the fan of his warm breath across your lips, the heat of his gaze as he watched you with an intense, tender focus. Your hands slid forward to cup Kylo’s face, thumb tracing the curve of his lower lip as you pulled him in for a kiss. Kylo hummed against your mouth, hips slotting between your thighs as he let his weight settle more firmly against your body.
“(y/n),” He sighed, lips teasing against yours as his tongue swept over your lips seeking entrance.
You gasped into the kiss, enjoying the taste of him, the feel of him, and for a few minutes you lost yourself in his presence.
“Kylo.” He pulled back when you applied the slightest bit of pressure on his chest, pushing. You could see the confusion on his face, but more than that you could see the arousal, especially when his attention drifted down to your lips and you really wanted to pull him back against you.
“Lover?” He asked, voice somewhat hoarse.
“Would you like to, hm, power up the Death Star?” Kylo let out a huff of laughter at that, nuzzling his face into your neck as he reached out with the Force. You heard the sound of the device shifting, the button being depressed and then the room was filled with a soft blue glow as the star chart was displayed across the ceiling.
The tall man rolled onto his back, legs hanging over the edge of the bed has he stared at the stars displayed above you. He reached out to pull you into his side, your head resting on his shoulder as you both looked up and you couldn’t help the wash of contentment that went through you. You loved nights like these, just lying together comfortably and enjoying each other’s presence; it was a good way to destress from the struggles of working in the First Order.
“That’s Hoth.” He pointed to one small planet, drifting near the door to the refresher. “That’s where the Empire launched their attack after the destruction of the first Death Star.”
“It was cold, wasn’t it?” You questioned. “A frozen planet?”
You already knew the answer of course, but you loved listening to him talk about it anyway. You snuggled in closer as Kylo began telling you about the battle of Hoth, eyelids drooping as the heat from his body and the warm honey of his voice lulled you into a deep sleep. It had been a long day, after all, and you never felt more content than when you were in his arms.