Hybristophilia | Kylo Ren x Reader.

The Angel Wants The Devil.

You sat at your office desk, staring into the void as Julia droned on about centre pieces for the wedding reception tables. You wanted to care, planning weddings was one of the only joys you had left in your life, yet this wedding was already beginning to be the bane of it, and it was still months away. 

"Are you even listening to me?" Julia hissed through thin lips, waking you from your daydream.

"Oh sorry, yes I am, that one sounds great." You said, trying to seem interested.

"You seem distracted, dear girl." She said, taking one of your hands in hers. You looked into her ice blue eyes and gave her a faint smile.

"I'm absolutely fine Julia, please continue." You said, pulling your hand away.

You felt sick to your stomach when she touched your hand, knowing your hands had been all over the man she was planning on marrying. It's not like you liked her, she was a total bitch in your opinion, but she didn't deserve to be cheated on or lied to. You hated knowing in the back of your head that this wedding, all of this preparation and stress would eventually be for nothing. Kylo was definitely not husband material. In a way, you wondered what she saw in him at all. He was handsome, yes, intelligent and interesting, but he was a closed book. What did they have to talk about at night, what did they do in their spare time together. He didn't seem to be by her side the entire night of her birthday party.

"What do you think of Kylo?" She asked, as if she was reading your thoughts. You swallowed a lump in your suddenly dry throat.

"He is...intimidating," You shrugged. "But he seems nice."

"He mentioned that you had seen him for a therapy session." Your blood froze, hoping that was all he mentioned.

"Oh, yes, yes I did. But I'm not sure if therapy is for me." You let out a nervous laugh, trying to avoid the conversation completely.

"Kylo is very good at his job, just give it time." She said, flashing you a pearly smile. 

If only she knew.

...

The morning of your next scheduled therapy appointment rolled around a lot faster than you would have liked. You decided to call up and cancel at the last minute, telling Amy, the receptionist, that you were swamped at work and you would call to rearrange at another time. In all honesty you didn't know if you would, the whole situation was too intense, the sneaking around and the lies, it wasn't healthy. But hell, was it hard to resist.

You sat up in bed, unsure what to do with your day off, until you remembered the stack of cash that was stuffed into your clutch bag. You decided to head into the city and do some of your own therapy, the retail kind. You shoved on some causal clothes, a plain white t-shirt and some mom jeans, throwing your hair into a messy ponytail. Once you fastened up your boots you made your way out. 

It felt good to walk around the busy streets, taking in the sights, the smells, the warm sunshine soaking into your pores. You went into an old book store and purchased some classic copies of  Wuthering Heights, The Shining and Alice in Wonderland. You loved to read, it was a good way to escape from the real world for a little while. Then you went into some upscale clothing stories, treating yourself to a couple of dresses, and a few new pairs of heels. After a lot of walking around you found a glamourous lingerie store than you had been meaning to go into, as you walked inside you were greeted by a beautiful woman. She gave you a huge smile.

"Hello there, welcome to Aphrodite's, my name is Izzy. Can I help you find anything today? Something for the lucky man in your life?" You gave her a shy grin.

"It's for myself actually, men are too confusing." She laughed at you and nodded in agreement.

"You're not wrong there chick. Well, lets go and take your measurements and find you something pretty." She said, pulling you eagerly to a changing room.

 Izzy took your measurements, around your bust, waist and hips, she noted them down and went out into the store to choose you some items. She came back into the changing room, handing you several sets of lingerie, leaving you alone again to try some on. You eyes almost fell out of your head, all of the straps and lace looked too confusing. You managed to wrestle yourself into a deep purple set, it was made of delicate mesh that hugged your figure perfectly, topped off with a garter belt. Then you tried on a baby pink set, noticing the panties were crotchless you felt yourself blush, Izzy clearly knew what you wanted better than you did.

Next was a black, faux leather contraption, covered in various straps and clasps, you managed to manoeuvre your way into it and you looked at your reflection, you looked unbelievable. Like a sexy dominatrix, in the back of your head you knew Kylo would definitely like it. But you quickly poured water on that fire burning in your chest. You decided to leave the black set on, it was too fiddly to take off and you'd been in the changing room for what seemed like an age already.