Hybristophilia | Kylo Ren x Reader.

Freedom.

You woke up in your familiar bed, rolling to one side, the sheets were cool and neatly tucked in. Kylo had left. You sighed, your naked skin caressed by the soft fabric of your duvet, the thin veil of yellow sunlight just creeping into your bedroom, as your eyes opened you noticed a small, folded note on top of your white bedside cabinet.


'I'll see you soon. Be brave for me. Yours, Kylo.'

You clutched the freshly scribbled on note in your palm and smiled softly to yourself. You knew that as long as Kylo was by your side, you could be anything, you could be vulnerable and you could most definitely be brave.

Your heart jumped in your chest, remembering his admission, the way his face looked pained as the words left his trembling lips. He loved you. Despite everything, he loved you. You felt a warm wash glide through you, like a sort of peace, a sense of belonging and wholeness.

The hole inside of you was beginning to close, the icy crust that settled over your heart was beginning to melt, you were undoubtedly in love with Kylo Ren; and nothing or no one would stand in the way of that.

Vicrul arrived around noon, giving you enough time to shower and pack, still pretty unaware of where you were going, the details had been vague. All you could focus on was seeing Kylo again, but you remembered Vicruls warning, to not let yourself get distracted; focus, focus, focus.

"Good morning, little lady." Vicrul said cheerfully as he walked up beside you in the kitchen, helping himself to a mug of freshly ground coffee. "You look...happy?"

"I am..." You retorted, your cheeks definitely glowing with a soft painted blush. "The happiest I've been in a long time."

"I take it that has something to do with Ren?" He winked, sipping the dark, shiny liquid from the freshly cleaned porcelain.

"Perhaps." You smiled, remembering snippets of the previous evening, how Kylo fucked you on the very spot Vicrul was leaning against, your body shivered with memorable pleasure.

"Well, I'm glad. I couldn't cope with driving you around in that miserable state." You rolled your eyes and punched his arm, to which he gave an Oscar worthy performance of how badly you had hurt him. "That was a nice left hook, Mrs Ren."

"Thanks, partner. So, where exactly are we going?" You mused. "You didn't exactly give me a lot of details..."

"Firstly, just out of the city, to a hotel." He started, pulling his work phone from his tailored suit jacket. "Once we are there, we will need to get into...character."

"So, you're posing as a stripper too?"

He laughed.

"Unfortunately not, as good as I look in heels, I'll be the wholesome bartender. Really, the bare bones of the job is simple. I give you a drink...spiked with a little bit of Ambien, you give the drink to our target, Mr. Pryde. Then, you'll invite him for a private dance; the man is so conceited he will of course go along with you, without question. Just make sure he drinks the drink first."

"What if he doesn't drink it? Or he gets suspicious?"

"He won't, he's celebrating. He will drink anything that anyone gives to him. Especially from a beautiful woman of the night." You roll your eyes as he winks. "So, he'll drink the sleepy cocktail, and you'll take him to the private room. It takes thirty minutes to kick in, so just give him a little show and by the time he passes out, Kylo and I will step in. Understood?"

"Understood."

"Good, and don't worry, we won't let anything happen to you, this time." You smile and nod, believing him. "Right, let's get going."

After a "quick" stop at a gas station to get snacks, Vicrul pleading he couldn't work on an empty stomach, you laughed as he filled his face with beef jerky and Swedish fish; you finally arrived at the hotel.


It was a fairly simple room. The walls were brilliant white, finished with a few paintings of difficult to pronounce flowers, two double beds topped with deep navy sheets, dove grey cushions, and thick, fluffy toppers. There was a small bathroom, dusky, gravel coloured stone walls and floor, an electric shower, and several tiny, complementary soap bottles lined the double sink. It was simple, safe.

You sat on the Scandinavian style, light cream couch and looked out of the window at the bustling city, wondering what the night would have in store. Vicrul kicked off his shoes and sat beside you, dropping a black leather duffle bag in your lap. You looked at him confused, and he gestured to the bag, encouraging you to look inside.

You pulled the zip open and reached inside, before pulling out the mysterious items.

"Are you fucking with me?" Your eyes widened, as you held up the skimpy, pink outfit in front of you, along with a matching set of clear, pleaser heels.