Hybristophilia | Kylo Ren x Reader.

I'm not gentle.

*AN - Smut heavy...ends sad. Sorry in advance, but this ain't no fairytale girl.*

You headed up the spiral staircase, drunk on adrenaline and some expensive prosecco. You never expected your night to end up like this, but you also didn't expect your date to be identical to your deceased fiance. In some fucked up way you thought it would be like sleeping with him again, like one last night with him. You tried to refrain from thinking about Flip too much, it would only end up upsetting you, but it wasn't an easy task.

You put the key card into the lock and it flashes green, unlocking the room. You walked inside and you were stunned. Room 66 happened to be the penthouse...you couldn't believe your eyes. You were paid a decent wage for your work but you would never have been able to afford a penthouse for the night. Clearly Ben wasn't afraid to splash out.

The room was furnished in almost all black. Black marble floors, long velvet black curtains, a full size kitchen and dining room, and a huge black circular bed in the centre. Even the bathroom was black, a huge walk in shower with jets and various buttons. It was so dark and sexy, you felt powerful just being inside.

You took a seat on the black leather couch. The view from the large window was sublime, New York was so beautiful at night time. You walked the people walking around below you, as tiny as ants, and you watched the traffic drive past, it was oddly calming. Before you got too comfortable you made your way into the bathroom, you touched up your lipstick and wiped away some mascara that had smudged under your eyes when you teared up. You fluffed your hair up a little, trying to make it look more voluminous. Lastly, you slipped off your dress, thank god you decided to wear some of your nice lingerie, a lacy black bodysuit, covered in applique roses. You admired yourself, you felt sexy. You kept your heels on and went over to the bed, sitting on the edge. 

Ben entered the room shortly after, holding a bottle of prosecco and two glasses in one hand and a small bowl in the other hand. He walked over to the bed and caught a glimpse of you, one leg crossed over the other, in your see through lingerie. He raised one eyebrow, approaching you slowly like a lion hunting a lamb.

"Jesus..." He inhaled sharply. "Look at you."

His eyes almost seemed to turn from honey brown to jet black as he sat beside you on the bed. Your heart began to race, his reaction was just what you wanted. You were proud of yourself, for being bold, for even coming on this date in the first place. You felt like a bad bitch.

"Do you like what you see?" You teased, biting your bottom lip gently.

"I do...you are quite the little minx." He grinned a devilish grin. You licked your lips at his words, wanting him to take you right there. He poured you a glass of fizz and handed it to you, you eagerly accepted it, sipping it gently and looking at him with doe eyes.

"Open your mouth for me..." He purred, reaching over into the bowl he bought with him. You obeyed, tilting your head back slightly.

He picked up a strawberry by the stalk and brought it to your lips. You happily took the entire strawberry in your mouth, biting down just below his finger tips. It was delicious. He watched your lips closed around the sweet fruit, his cock hardening instantly. You hummed at the flavour, licking the juice from your lips. He fed you another, and another, whilst you sipped your fizzy wine in between. It was so sensual, he didn't even have to touch you to turn you on. 

"What do you want, sweetheart?" He said in a low gravelly voice. 

"I want you...Ben." You said, looking at him with wide, playful eyes.

Without another word he stood up and moved in front of you, he picked you up by your waist with total ease and threw you onto the bed so your ass was facing him, you palms planted into the soft silk sheets, you glass now on the ground. You felt him behind you, his large hands found your ass cheeks, kneading them roughly like fresh dough. 

"Mmm...Flip." You moaned, instantly realising your error.

"What did you just call me?" He spat. 

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, it...it just slipped out. No one has touched me since..."

"You want him...don't you?" He hissed, his tone made you nervous. He smacked your ass with one hand, hard. You lurched forward at the impact, but he held you in place with one hand hooked around your hip bone. You shook your head no furiously, unable to find your words.

"Look at me." He whispered, smacking you on your backside again. You looked over your shoulder at him, his eyes were now dark and heavy, his lips open and panting. "How did he touch you? Was he slow? Gentle?" 

"Yes." You nodded, remembering how tender Flip was with you, making tears well in your eyes.

"Well I'm not him, Princess. And I'm not gentle..." He cooed, rubbing the area of your ass that was now red from his strikes. 

"I know...I know you're not him." You whimpered. "And...I don't want you to be gentle."

As much as it hurt you to admit, Flip had always denied you rough sex. He always said he didn't want to hurt you, he loved you too much. But this was different, you didn't even know if you would even see Ben again, and right now you were willing to let him do whatever he wanted to you. He let out a small growl at your words, lips curving mischievously. One of his hands found the back of your head and pushed it down into the mattress. You felt yourself getting wetter by the second, the roughness igniting a fire in you that had been dormant for so long. You kept your head down and felt his hands pull down your thong roughly, exposing yourself to him fully.

"Fuck..." He moaned. "You're already soaked for me." 

You let out a moan at his filthy words. 

"Did you shave this little pussy for tonight?" He purred, spanking your sex.

"Y-Yes." You moaned again.

"Mm, you bad girl." He growled. You felt his hands move to your thighs as he knelt down, his hot breath close to your needy core. He licked one long stripe from your clit to your ass and you jolted, it felt incredible. "You taste better than these fucking strawberries." 

He began to eat away at your pussy like he was dying of thirst. Sucking your clit and biting your folds, tongue fucking you like an expert. It was overwhelming, it had been too long since you'd felt pleasure like this.

"Fuck...Ben..." You cried out. 

"Sir." He mumbled, his words vibrating against your clit.