Death The Kid X Reader: A 'Bad' Dream

You panted as Kid assaulted your neck with pleasure. He kissed and licked and bit you in all the places that he knew would make you melt. You moaned loudly as your hands buried themselves in his silky, jet black locks.

“Kid…”

He groaned a bit as he smashed his lips onto yours in a passionate kiss. He loved how smooth your (s/c) skin was. How you would moan his name.

“Oh god, Kid…”

“Kid! Kid!”

You vigorously shook the sleeping shinigami before you. Kid gasped as he suddenly sat up, nearly panting. A thin blanket of sweat covered his entire body as he scanned his surroundings.

“Dude, what the hell? You were sweating in your sleep. And you wouldn't shut up. Are you alright?”

Kid stared back at you as a blush painted his cheeks. He recalled the scenes of his dream and tried to shake them off, though they wouldn't stay buried.

“I-I’m fine… Just a bad dream. That’s all.”

You were a bit surprised. You had lived with Kid for nearly a year, after he took you off the streets, and you didn't remember once having heard him have a bad dream. Usually, in the morning, he wouldn't shut his trap about his ‘perfectly symmetrical and amazing’ dreams. You sat Indian-style at the foot of the bed and grabbed one of his eight pillows.

“What was it about?”

You busied yourself with fluffing the skull-printed pillow as Kid’s mind ran through the scenes of the dream like a movie.

Kid walked into the house and sighed. Another boring day at the academy. He slowly wandered up the steps towards his room.

“(Y/n)! I’m home!”

He opened his door and suddenly froze, his eyes wide. There you were, lying on his bed in nothing but one of his button-up shirts and a pair of (f/c) underwear.

“Well, look who finally decided to show…”

You slowly stood and made your way towards him, your hips slightly swaying on their own accord. Once you had reached him, your arms wound around his neck. Your face was barely inches from his as your (e/c) orbs bore into his.

“You shouldn't keep people waiting… That’s just rude…”

You quickly closed the gap between the two of you with a passionate kiss. Kid took a moment to respond before he started to kiss back, placing his hands on your waist. The room suddenly felt much warmer as you-

“Kid.”

You snapped your fingers in his face, his blank stare focused on the wall behind you. You had realized your attention had been on the pillow for far too long. Kid suddenly snapped out of his trance and he looked over at you, the blush on his cheeks returning. You stared at him for a moment, expecting, until you realized he was hopeless.

“Well? What was the dream about?”

Kid stuttered for a moment, not really sure what to say, until you sighed.

“Ugh… Forget it. You’re hopeless.”

With that, you smacked him across the head with the pillow and stood.

“Whatever, I’ll just go make breakf- Ahh!”

You yelped as Kid pulled you back down to sit on the bed. You blushed as his face came inches from yours.

“Why don’t I just show you what my dream was about..?”

He smirked at the shiver that ran down your spine from his suggestive tone. Who says dreams can’t come true?