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They stumbled into Kylo’s bedroom, exchanging hot kisses and dropping articles of clothing on their way. Rey was just about to push Kylo on the bed when she suddenly froze upon seeing what was prepared there. Suddenly mortified by the sobering memory of his earlier brilliant idea, Kylo froze, too.
Rey looked at the display on the bed, and then back at him. Around the room. Back at the bed.
Then she sighed heavily.
“It’s not that I don’t appreciate the gesture, Kylo. And really, I would say yes. And the fact that you remembered my favourite type of snack is really… endearing,” she was visibly struggling for words. “And of course, my answer would always be an emphatic yes , if you asked in any, and I can’t stress that hard enough, any other way. But this. This is a recipe for disaster. I don’t even know where to start explaining it to you, how bad idea it is. Let’s just… let's just clean it up, okay?”
Kylo couldn’t do anything else, but agree with her, looking at his bed with a giant sign:
LEMME
EAT YA
PUSSY
made out of Flaming Hot Cheetos.
***
The evening ended with them making out on his couch, which wasn't that bad. And then Rey did let him eat her pussy.
***
The Cheeto dust turned out to be worse than glitter. Even after weeks, it still found it’s way to make Kylo’s sleep uncomfortable.
“I washed the bedsheets two times! How is it even possible?!”
If Rey had anything to do with it, she didn’t blink an eye when Kylo started spending more and more nights in her bed, annoyed by the state of his own.
Inspired by this genius:
