Hybristophilia | Kylo Ren x Reader.

Such A Good Girl.

*AN - Smut and therapy...Kylo is toxic and possessive.
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You eventually dragged yourself out of bed, your head still pounding from the events that took place the following evening. You had a long, hot shower, brushed your teeth and groomed your hair, before making your way to the kitchen with your laptop. You grunted at the amount of emails you had to answer, but you managed to get through most of them with the help of your coffee machine.

Your thoughts kept floating back to Imperial, how you so willingly fucked Kylo in front of a couple of strangers, how you drank, did drugs, even going out without underwear on was new to you. You smiled as you thought about what a bad bitch you were becoming, it was like a wild girl was trapped inside you and finally she was coming out, she just needed the right person to show her the path to the dark side. You'd never felt more alive than you did with Kylo, never felt more free to do whatever you wanted. It was too addictive.

You could hardly focus on work anymore, one minute you were researching eco friendly dinner plates and the next you were imaging snorting cocaine from Kylo's abs, it was like your brain was only allowing a tiny slither of room for anything that didn't involve him.

But sadly, one work email did involve him...

'Julia Snoke: Hi, I have decided on a date, the second Monday in December. The service and reception will be held at the Dark Abbey. I also need you to accompany my fiancé to choose his suit, I'm sure that won't be a problem. Have a good day.'

You cringed internally at the email, imagining her skeletal fingers typing it, a grin plastered on her thin lips, completely unaware that her fiancé claimed you as his not so long ago. You wished you could reach through your laptop and strangle her.

"I'll do more than help him choose a suit, you fuc-"

You muttered under your breath, your phone buzzing cutting you off mid rant. It was Rose. You hadn't spoken to her for a little while, forgetting to call her for the past few nights, you felt dreadful. You answered quickly.

"Rose! I'm so sorry I didn't call, I've been so busy and..." You heard heavy breaths and sniffling. "Are you crying? what's wrong?"

"It's...It's Finn." Her crying became louder, you stomach dropping. "He, he fell from his fucking apartment building. H-he's gone, he's dead!"

The pain in her voice crushed you. You knew her pain, losing a loved one too soon, it killed you inside hearing her cries.

"Where are you? I'm coming to see you." You said hastily, slamming your laptop shut.

Rose sent you a text with her location and you grabbed your bag, quickly tied your trainers up and made your way to her.

She was sat in her apartment, a cop with her, asking her questions about Finn. You made your way over to her a held her tightly in your arms, trying to comfort her in some way. She wiped her eyes with a tissue and the cop began to speak, reading from his notepad.

"Everything points to it being a suicide." He grumbled, scratching his balding head.

"No, that's, no. Finn had a phobia of heights, and he wasn't depressed...he was always so happy." Rose cried out, shaking her head.

"Did anyone want to hurt him?" He asked.

"I don't know, he never mentioned anyone he had a problem with." Rose said, shrugging.

"Did anyone visit his apartment yesterday?" You chimed in.

"Well, the receptionist said she remembers speaking to one man who wasn't a resident..." The cop said. "His name was, um, Anwar or Ushar, something unusual."

You froze in your seat, knowing exactly who that was. You instantly thought back to Julia's party, Ushar didn't meet Rose that night though, thank the maker.

"But he was just visiting a relative." The cop mumbled.

"I see. I've never heard Finn mention those names before." Rose said, sounding defeated.

"Hm. Well, unfortunately there's no evidence to suggest that he was with anyone else on the roof." The cop went on. "It looks like he ended his own life Miss Tico, I am truly sorry."

Rose sobbed into her tissues, as you sat there, trying not to panic. The cop left without anymore questions, it was pretty much a closed case. He said he would inform Rose if anything else came out, but you knew in your gut that it wouldn't.

You weren't exactly sure what Ushar did, but you knew he worked for Snoke. You knew Snoke was wrapped up in illegal things, the underground casino being one of them, but would he really have people do his dirty work for him? Was Kylo involved? Why Finn?

You sat there in silence whilst Rose made herself a tea. You had only seen Ushar yesterday evening, he seemed completely normal, happy even, nothing to suggest he had just thrown a man from a high rise building. You decided to keep your mouth shut, if anyone had the answers you wanted it was Kylo.

After you comforted Rose for a while you checked the time, it was getting late and you knew Kylo wouldn't want to be kept waiting. You called Holdo and let her know Rose wouldn't be returning to work for a few days, she needed to go and be with her family for support. You felt like an awful friend, but you needed to find out what happened, and you couldn't do that without leaving her behind....

Once it was dark out you got an Uber to Kylo's address after making yourself a little more presentable. You decided to wear a blood red dress, with matching heels, covering your shoulders up with a small black leather jacket. You kept your makeup fairly neutral and pushed your hair into a messy bun, some curls left out around your face. You felt pretty enough, but also full of dread, not sure what you were walking in to.

As you pulled up to his address your mouth dropped, it was a huge place, painted completely black just like his car that was parked proudly on his drive. The only hint of colour anywhere on the property were the white and red roses growing in small beds near his front door. It was beautiful, exactly like you pictured it.

You approached slowly and pressed the doorbell, not even a second later the door creaked open. Kylo loomed over you, his aftershave wafting into your nose, calming any prior anxiety. He reached out his hand and lead you inside.

His apartment was immaculate, not a speck of dusk or dirt anywhere. It smelt of him, like wood and leather, masculine and delicious. The walls were black, and the floors were white marble, almost shiny enough to see your reflection in. Strange abstract art was scattered on the walls, bursts of red and gold capturing your attention as he walked you through the corridor. It was modern, gothic and dark, just like his personality. All of the glossy black doors were closed apart from one, an office.

It was a cosy room, a fireplace in the corner was crackling. In the centre of the room was a red velvet chaise lounge chair and a large ebony desk, covered in various plastic folders, all labelled and neatly tucked away. It was much nicer than his work office, as Kylo put it, it was intimate.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't show, peach." Kylo said, taking your jacket for you and handing you a small glass of red wine.

"I was a little busy today, helping my friend." You said, taking two large sips. "Kylo...where were you last night...before you turned up at my place."

"I have a feeling you already know the answer to that." He said, raising an eyebrow suspiciously, like he could read your fucking mind.

"Did you? I mean...did you push him off of that building?" You said sheepishly. "He was my colleagues boyfriend."

Kylo sat on the edge of his desk with his arms crossed, you saw him bite the inside of his cheek and tsked.

"I don't get my hands dirty peach." He purred. "That's Ushar and Vicruls area of expertise."

You felt your stomach drop, he was so nonchalant about the fact he had been involved with a persons death. Your closest friends boyfriend none the less. You felt yourself become cold, despite the roaring fire, and you shuffled in the chair, nervously trying to avoid his gaze.

"Let me guess, the police are calling it a suicide?" He continued.

You nodded, watching his head tilt. A small laugh leaving his throat as he saw your horrified expression.

"And my little peach didn't tell the police anything, did she?" He cooed, walking closer to you. 

"I didn't...I couldn't." You admitted, hanging your head.

"Because if you did, I would be sent away...and without me, you wouldn't have anyone." He said, tilting your head up to face him with two long fingers. "You were protecting daddy, isn't that right?"

"Yes." You whispered as his thumb stroked your bottom lip.

"Such a good girl." He purred.

You took his thumb in your mouth and sucked it playfully. His eyes gleamed in the dim light of the fire, your whole body was suddenly on fire again. You didn't know Finn, it wasn't like he meant anything to you, but Kylo did, and you would keep each and every dark secret he harboured. A small part of your mind felt bad for Rose, but you knew she would be okay, she was strong and she would find someone else, just like you did.

"So, why Finn?" You asked, intrigued.

Kylo smirked and took a seat beside you on the chaise, pulling you onto his lap so you were straddling him. His lips found yours, he kissed you deeply, his huge hands gripping your ass hard. You felt yourself panting, instantly wet and needy for him, he definitely knew how to distract your mind. He pulled away and began to kiss your neck, sucking gently at the tender flesh he had marked the previous evening.

"He was conspiring with a detective, interfering with Snokes business, and Snoke doesn't take kindly to people who want to destroy his empire." Kylo said between kisses.

"I don't deal with the termination of the rats, I just find their weaknesses." His lips trailed down to your collar bone, your head tilting back in bliss.

"Finn had a case of Acrophobia, a phobia of heights...we got what we wanted out of him, and I left Vicrul to determine his fate, clearly he wasn't feeling very generous." He continued, as you slowly started to grind on his lap.

"So, what is my diagnosis, Doctor?" You whimpered.

"Hm, you...my little peach, have a severe case of Hybristophilia." You felt him smirk against your cleavage, before biting down and sucking hard. "You're aroused by criminals, bad men, like me."

He chuckled darkly, as did you. He was right, you wouldn't have cared if he did kill Finn with his own bare hands, as long as you got those same hands on your body when he got home. You were yet again in a state of complete euphoria, a sick and twisted bliss, and you didn't want a cure.

"Does my good girl want sex then therapy, or therapy then sex?" Kylo hummed, through swollen and slightly breathless lips.

"What about sex, therapy and then more sex?" You giggled, to which he moaned deeply.

Kylos hands pulled your dress up past your ass, groaning a the fact you hadn't worn any panties for the second time since he'd known you. You wrapped your arms and legs around him and he stood up, you held on tightly as he walked around to the edge of the chair, placing you down in front of it and bending you over the arm, your heels made sure your pussy was at the perfect height for him. He circled your delicate flesh with the pads of his fingers, making your skin tingle, goose bumps forming in his wake. You could already hear how wet you were.

"You want Daddy's big cock, peach?" Kylo cooed.

"Yes please, Daddy...more than anything."

He sharply inhaled and hummed in approval, you heard him take off his belt, unzip his zipper and without a second to breath he pushed every inch of his hard, throbbing member into your tight cunt. You let out a screeching moan, you were still sore from the pounding you took on the poker table but you didn't care, you wanted him too badly. The pain was enough to make you wetter.

"So perfect...fuck..." Kylo growled.

He scratched his nails down your back, slowly, with intent, making your back curl into an arch that allowed him to fuck you deeper. Both of your moans filled the entire office, the crackling fire and the frantic movements was enough to make you sweat, your hair fell out of its bun and cascaded around your face in a heap.

"Who owns this tight cunt, hm?" Kylo moaned, his voice heavy and full of pleasure.

"You do, Daddy." You cried out.

"That's fucking right baby girl. No one apart from Daddy gets to fuck you."

"No one could...ugh...ever fuck me, like Daddy does." You whined, your words made Kylo fuck you harder, his pace unrelenting.

Kylo fisted your hair into a make shift pony tail instead and yanked your head back, so far that your eyes fell to his, they were dark, full of pleasure, the orange glow of the fire bouncing off of his alabaster skin was enough to bring tears to your eyes. He was so fucking beautiful, a beautiful monster...your beautiful monster.

"Cum for me peach, I need to feel it." He moaned, his fingers finding your clit, drawing pleasure out of you with every circle.

His words were the magic key and your body unlocked the flood gates, your orgasm dragging you under a thick blanket of pleasure and pure joy. He pulled out of you as you were coming back down from your soaring high, clearly saving himself for after your session.

You cleaned yourself up in his small yet stunning bathroom and came back into the office. Kylo was now sat behind his desk, without a shirt on, half of his hair combed back into a small pony tail, and a pair of smart turtle shell glasses perched on his perfect nose. You almost choked at how sexy he looked, now he was relaxed and off guard in his own home.

"Please, take a seat, Miss..." He purred, calling you by your first name.

You obeyed, making yourself comfortable on the plush red chaise. You laid back, letting your eyes close, listening to the crackling fire and the sound of your own pandered breaths.

"Now, hypnotherapy is quite simple, I just need you to listen to my voice and answer my questions, okay?"

"Okay." You whispered.

After a few minutes of silence you were in a state of complete tranquillity, your mind was clear and your limbs were relaxed, almost like you were falling asleep.

"Can you hear my voice peach?" Kylo asked. He sounded further away than he actually was, but you could hear him clearly.

"Yes."

"Good, now concentrate on the night your fiancé was shot, what do you remember..."

"Everything is blurry, I was at home, doing the dishes, then...I remember the bathroom, the steam."

"What bathroom?"

"My bathroom...the steam, there's blood."

"Who's blood?"

"It's, I don't know, I'm sick, I'm in the shower, there's more blood, my blood, I'm...no!"

You sat up and gasped down air, a cold sweat lingering on your neck and forehead.

"Hey, hey... breathe." Kylo said, coming over to stand beside you. "You're fine, I'm here..."

"That was terrifying Kylo, I don't know if I can do that again." You said, clutching your forehead. "I don't even remember what I said."

"Let's leave it there for tonight, everything was a little vague." He said, rubbing the side of your face and smiling softly. "Let Daddy relax you..."

Kylo scooped you up in his muscular arms and carried you out of his office, taking you up a staircase to a huge bedroom, he placed you in the middle of his stupidly large bed and placed his glasses on the bedside table. All of your worries seemed to fade away again the minute he was inside of you. But you knew it wouldn't be long before he pulled the truth from your mind, and that scared you more than anything.

The fear of the unknown made you anxious, everything was being flipped upside down right now, maybe it would be better if you didn't know the whole story, you could have blocked it from your mind for a reason.