Hybristophilia | Kylo Ren x Reader.

Trigger.

*AN - This chapter is a long and bumpy one, and does involve non consensual/assault attempt, death, blood, violence. Please read with caution if this will upset you. Thank you.*


"Wake up, sleeping beauty." You heard Vicrul shout as he nudged you with his knee. You groaned and rubbed your eyes, feeling just as tired as you did before your short nap. "Sin city awaits."


"I'm up, I'm up..." You mumbled, sitting up ungracefully. "Where are the others?"


"Ushar is pissing and Ren is on the phone." Vicrul said, giving you a faint smile.


He threw your bag over his shoulder and held out his hand to help you up. You stood up slowly, clutching onto him like a new-born lamb, unsteady on your feet. Vicrul lead you out of the jet and the desert heat consumed you, warming your stiff limbs. You followed him down the stairs, and made your way over to a black SUV. Kylo was resting against it, one hand on his waist, the other holding his phone to his ear. You couldn't make out what he was saying, but his face looked as stoic and collected as ever.  


You clambered into the front seat of the large black vehicle. You strapped yourself in, pulling the seatbelt across you and sunk into the warm leather. Kylo pushed his hair away from his face as he continued to speak on the phone, his hazel eyes glimmered in the pale sunlight, you felt yourself gazing at him. The more time you spent with him, the more beautiful he became. And despite him looking exactly like Flip, he almost looked nothing like him any more. You studied him in a content silence. Kylos face was sharper, his frame broader; the pale pink scar that ran through his cheek made him look rougher, more endearing. His face turned and his eyes caught yours as you were gazing at him, he gave you a small smirk and you felt your cheeks blush, looking away again.

"So..." Vicrul said, breaking the silence. "That was some flight." 


"Don't make it weird Vic." Ushar said, making a fake gagging sound. You laughed, the blush becoming more apparent. 


"Well I enjoyed it." You said, just loud enough for the brawny men behind you to hear.


"You're a very bad girl." Ushar joked. 


"Well, Kylo is a very bad influence." You mumbled, rolling your eyes and turning around to look at them both. Two sets of hungry eyes stared back at you. "And you two aren't exactly angels."

"But you're still not running away." Vicrul said, chuckling to himself. "You love it."


You smiled and shrugged, trying to stay nonchalant. But you knew you loved it, you felt alive. More alive than you had felt in your whole life.

"You know what we did to your friends boyfriend." You turned to look at him as he studied your face. "Aren't you afraid?"


"No, I'm not afraid. Besides, if either of you tried to hurt me I'm pretty sure Kylo would-" Before you could finish the drivers side door swung open and Kylo got inside.


"Kylo would what? Hm?" He said, his hand finding a home on your exposed thigh, making you moan softy. His rough, calloused hand on your skin always sparked a fire in your chest.


"You would...um, defend me." You said sheepishly, truly you didn't know if he would protect you if the time ever came where he had to, but you hoped he would.


"You might enjoy us hurting you, peach." Ushar laughed from the back seat, his face buried in his phone. 


Kylos hand left your thigh and he lurched around towards Ushar. He smacked the phone away and wrapped his bulky hand around his throat, squeezing it tightly. "Don't you ever call her that again." He growled. "Or I'll bleed you dry in this fucking desert."


You snapped your head around to see Kylos animalistic rage, his jaw clenched tightly. Ushars face was almost blue, his eyes bulging from his head from the force of Kylos grip. Vicrul looked at you in shock, clearly just as surprised at Kylos unorthodox display of heroism as you were.


"Ky." You said softly, touching his tensed arm.


He let go of Ushars throat and settled back into his seat, adjusting his suit and turning the key in the ignition. You caught Ushars eyes in the now awkward space of the SUV and he mouthed a pitiful sorry at you, before you felt the car quickly pull away from the runway, leaving a trail of sandy dust behind it.

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