Hybristophilia | Kylo Ren x Reader.

The Doctor Will See You Now.

*AN - Short one, but a smutty one.*

"Ben?" You said, your mouth hanging open in disbelief.

You remembered him telling you that he was a psychologist but you didn't expect him to be your fucking shrink. Dr. Ren? Ben Ren...What a strange name, you thought to yourself.

"I can't treat you." He said coldly, avoiding your eyes. He seemed like a completely different person to the man you met on your date.

"I...I understand." You sighed. "Where did you go after we...you know." He looked at you and rolled his eyes.

"That doesn't concern you." He hissed.

Your heart sank, why was he treating you like this. Only a week ago he was fucking you raw, and now he couldn't even give you two minutes of his time.

"Fine...thanks for nothing, Doctor." You huffed, charging towards the door.

Before you could leave he blocked your path, holding your chin with two strong fingers. You looked up at him in confusion, furrowing your eyebrows. His grip was tight and his eyes weren't soft and amber, they were black. He leaned down towards your face.

"I've changed my mind. Sit." He said darkly, his lips inches from yours.

He released you from his hold and you stumbled back towards the ottoman couch. You sat down on the edge, watching him as he crept to his desk, sitting on the edge of it and crossing his arms. The silence between you was deafening, you could hear your heart thumping in your chest, waiting for him to speak again.

"How have you been feeling recently?" His voice was stern and emotionless.

"Well...not great, hence why I'm here." You said sarcastically.

"If you're going to act like a brat you can get out of my office. Don't make me ask again." His tone sent a shiver up your spine, knowing how much you loved his punishments.

"I've been having nightmares, the same nightmare, every night. Panic attacks, difficulty sleeping...I've felt like this every day, apart from..." You let out a deep breath. "Apart from when we spent the night together. It was the first time in three years that my mind stopped tormenting me."

Ben rocked back and forth on his heels, arms still crossed. He tilted his head and looked at you, observing you like you were a deadly insect. He saw you fidget with your hands, your chest rising and falling quickly.

"You're nervous now...why?" He asked. Surely he already knew the answer to that, you thought.

"You make me nervous." You mumbled, looking down at your feet.

"And why is that?" He said, a coy smile ghosting his full lips.

"I...I don't know. Just your presence, you remind me so much of him." You muttered, pulling the skin around your finger nails.

Ben walked over to you, almost creeping, until he was stood in front of you. His tall, muscular build loomed before you. You were terrified, but you couldn't help but want his touch. You craved him, you wanted him close to you. It felt like fate had placed you in his office again, for a reason. He lowered his face down to your own, his eyes never leaving yours. His hand went to your cheek, gentle this time, running along your soft skin. Your eyes closed and your skin burned from his touch. His hand traveled down, past your neck and then to your chest. He pinched the front of your dress and pulled it down, noticing the remaining faded marks he had made on your skin with his mouth. He inhaled sharply.

"You're a delicate little thing...so broken, so fragile." He hissed, fingers running along the baby soft skin of your chest. "Are you tormented by memories?"

"Yes." You said, your voice cracking. The heat from his touch was warming your entire body, making your core ache. You couldn't deny how much you wanted him, your body told the truth.

"Would you like me to take those memories away?" He said, through his clenched jaw. You nodded yes almost instantly.

His face found the crook of your neck, he inhaled your perfume as he toyed with your chest, fingers travelling down the front of your dress until he found your bare breasts. He took one of your perky nipples between his thumb and index finger, rolling and squeezing gently, a soft moan left your throat. He dropped to his knees, his breath felt hot on your thighs.

"Roll up your dress." He ordered. You obeyed immediately, pulling the blue material up so it bunched around your hips.

He placed his hands on each of your thighs, his touch was feather soft, rubbing up and down, enjoying the feeling of your delicate skin. His hands travelled up to the sides of your lace panties, he gripped them and pulled them from you, letting them hang around your ankles.

"The Doctor will see you now... sweetheart." He purred.

You eyes rolled back and you let your head fall behind you. He spread your thighs apart harshly, holding them tightly as he buried his face into your aching sex. His long nose brushed against your clit, making your jolt forward, one hand holding the couch and one hand in his hair. You tugged it gently and he hummed against your needy cunt, sending rivers of pleasure through you. His long tongue licked three long strokes through your folds, tasting you like a fine wine. Your hand tangled in his black, silky hair, holding him close to you.

"Such a tasty, fucking, cunt." He groaned. His filthy words made you moan loudly.

He moved from your wet core, ripping your underwear from your ankles and shoving them into your gaping mouth. You looked at him with doe eyes, biting down on the material as he went back down. His mouth wrapped around your clit, sucking feverishly whilst his hands left bruises on your thighs from his strong hold.

You bucked your hips into him, the pleasure and the pressure was almost too much to bare. Your moans were muffled by the lace that was stuffed into your mouth but you couldn't hide the tears that rolled from your eyes, down your cheeks. His tongue fucked your tight cunt, licking up every single drop that leaked from you. You heard him moan and growl, clearly enjoying it as much as you. You let him devour you, it felt like pure ecstasy, your head was free of pain, all you could focus on was how good you felt.
As you squirmed beneath him, two of his thick fingers found your entrance. He pushed them inside harshly, stretching you open. You felt them curl up inside you, hitting the sweet spot that made you go crazy. Your legs quivered and spasmed, you were quickly losing all control as he bought you closer and closer to the brink.

"Please..." You spoke, in a distorted voice, due to the gag in your mouth.

Ben smacked your thigh with his free hand, making you jump and buck further onto his fingers. He smacked you again and again, fingers tapping your g-spot each time.

"Please what?" He hissed, tongue flicking your clit as he spoke.

"Please...hhnm...let me cum, Doctor Ren." You whined, drool dribbling down your chin.

"Good girl...good fucking girl." He moaned. "Cum for me."

His mouth closed around your clit again, sucking mercilessly as his fingers fucked you vigorously. His other hand reaching for your throat, the tight sensation was enough to send you over. You felt your body implode as you came around his fingers, soaking his face in your juices. Your vision turned white, your body fell back, you were exhausted and completely spent. He had teased every little bit of pleasure from your small body.

Ben removed his fingers, sucking them clean as he stood up. He looked down at you and removed your underwear from your mouth, a deep breath leaving your lungs without the gag in the way. He smirked, pleased with his work as you came back around.

You sat up slowly, allowing the blood to come back to your head. You felt beads of sweat on your neck and forehead, fresh bruises forming on your thighs. He had done it again, completely taken your mind away from it's dark, natural habitat. You looked over at him with teary eyes, barely able to form a sentence as you felt your orgasm high fade away.

"Times up." He said, his tone cold again.

Holy shit, his mood swings were unreal. Like a fourteen year old boy.

"Okay...thank you." You said meekly, unsure what to even say to him in that moment.

You gathered your belongings, putting your soaked underwear into your bag and standing up from the ottoman. You looked down at the ground and noticed a puddle of liquid. He watched you and smirked, knowing he had made you gush for him.

"I'll clean that up later." He said, giving you a wicked grin. You smiled back, nervously. "But like I said earlier, I can't treat you. And I can't see you again."

You nodded in agreement, a deep sorrow filling your stomach. In all honesty, that was the best therapy session you had ever had. It actually worked. But now you felt just as bad as when you had woken up that morning in a cold sweat. You made your way to the door, looking over your shoulder at him again.

"I'll assign you to my colleague. He will see you, the same time next week." He said, his face was stern again.

"Okay. Thank you Ben...for easing my pain." You whispered, before leaving the office behind you.


*AN - Thank you so much for reading if you have gotten this far! I'm having a blast writing this! Please comment, vote and share, but mostly comment...I want to see what you think! Mwah.*