Shameful | Congressman!Kylo x Reader

Chapter 24: The Big Leagues

HI BBS !!!!! sorry this took so long. I did an unnecessary amount of research on working on the hill– i've worked for our state legislature and congressional district office but never in dc so i wanted to get it right.

Also, i know this might look like a lot of world-building, but for some reason i'm obsessed with making it as accurate as possible so i can shamelessly transition into a whole porn-with-a-plot vibe from here forward.

Hope this is like a more entertaining and horny version of a US government textbook

Anyway love you very much and hope you enjoy! Also YA y'all can tell i've been watching euphoria szn 2

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"Okay, you silly bitch," Rey's voice echoes through the receiver as I struggle to light my fourth cigarette of the morning. "Sign the fucking contract and go get your man. I'm tired of having this discussion, babe!"

"He hasn't called me or anything," I retort, taking a quick puff. "We share the hottest fucking—" I blow out the smoke, "—kiss I've ever experienced in my whole life, then he just dips and sends me a job offer, like, a week later."

"Yeah, and there's something totally romantic about all of it. In a fucked-up way. I just don't see the issue here," Rey argues.

"I'm sick of him dangling himself in front of me like this is all some sort of game. I want to feel pursued."

"Like when he dropped probably $100k on you? Your closet looks like a Saks Fifth Avenue."

"The gifts were one thing, but fuck. I just want him to, like, beg for me to follow his ass to D.C. He knows that he's got me wrapped around his finger. And he knows that I'll take this job."

"Just accept that fact and sign...the...contract. Figure it out when you get there. Besides, you said a month ago you ever wanted to work on a campaign again. Here's your chance to work on the Hill."

I take a long drag of my cigarette, leaning back on my patio chair. I'm just being stubborn, at this point.

Not an hour has gone by without the image, the feeling, of his lips, his body, his breath on mine. My heartbeat gallops all the way up to my ears as I remember what it felt like to have Kylo Ren practically dry-hump me against a wall. His deep, resounding moans pushed past my lips, his hands palming me every which way, grasping harshly at the roots of my hair. His blown-out pupils and rapid breathing. All of it is a permanent fixture in my mind. It puts me to sleep, it wakes me up, it intermingles with the steam rising from my morning, afternoon, and evening tea. I want more of it.

"You there?" I hear Rey through the phone, snapping me out of my reverie.

"Okay, I'll sign it. But you're coming with me."

"No shit– I signed the offer for lege director yesterday."

"What?"

"Yeah, I didn't tell you because you were too busy moping about Kylo. I wanted to give you your... moment. Iris decided on Howard med school so we're renting a place near Georgetown."

I laugh in shock. "Guess we're all going to DC. What the hell."

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About 3 minutes after signing the contract– and scoffing at the notable pay increase–  my phone starts to ring, and my stomach collapses in on itself.

I take a couple deep breaths and let it ring, so as to not look overeager.

"Hey," I breathe into the phone.