Request: “Hey I totally your writing and wanted to request
something; could you do something where like the reader is really oblivious to
Kylo’s flirting and how he gets really turned on around her and one day he asks
her to put something else on because all she’s issued in her position is a
black skirt and a tight white button up and she’s confused saying that’s her
uniform and just include like smutty banter and reader accidentally rubbing up
on Kylo and bending over in front of him thanks heaps xx”
Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader
Word Count: 2369
Kylo brought a hand through his thick locks, groaning as the numbers appeared on top of the console.
“(Y/n)!” He yelled out. You popped your head through the door. You, his personal assistant for 4 months now, had been nothing but a godsend. He smirked as you casually approached, trying to contain his giddiness.
“Yes?” you asked.
You walked over, arms still full of data spreadsheets that had to be analysed.
“Why does this look wrong to me?” He asked, pointing at a certain outlier in the set of numerical code.
“Because it is wrong.” You sighed, placing your bundle of sheets into Kylo’s lap. You leant in front of him, typing away at the buttons on the expansive panel. Kylo watched your expert fingers fix the broken code which he had created as an excuse to get you in here. He let his eyes wander as usual, landing on the round ass that was conveniently pushed out. He bit his lip, his gaze sweeping over your sweet curves, begging to be touched.
“There! It’s fixed.” You beamed smugly, turning to the man who had turned a light shade of pink. “You alright?”
“I’m more than alright, (Y/n).” He replied, a small smile tugging his lips. “Thank you.” He added, referring to the screen above the console.
“No problem.” You collected the many papers that you had placed in his lap, your hand just lightly passing over his crotch. Kylo stiffened, but you didn’t notice, you were already walking out the door.