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They had a small ceremony a few weeks after they sent in their certificate, complete with string lights, a cake, and surrounded by their closest friends and family.
Ben and Rey got ‘married’ together—even though they already were, really. They cut cake together. They took photos with their guests together.
Together.
At the wedding, while Ben and Rey were standing by the drinks, Leia approached them. Han was somewhere probably grumbling about how the music was too loud.
“Mother,” Ben greeted.
“Hi, Leia,” Rey smiled.
Leia was still not in great graces with Ben and Rey. They’d discussed the whole thing with her over dinner. About how it was wrong. About how she cannot toy with people’s lives like that. About how things could’ve gone south if Ben and Rey didn’t actually love each other.
All she did was smirk when they told her they were doing it.
Staying married.
That they signed the papers.
“Is that so?” She’d said, taking a sip of wine.
Ben clenched his jaw. Rey put her hand on his thigh under the table.
“Yes, Leia,” Rey answered.
She just sat there smiling for the rest of the dinner, even when Ben was really giving it to her.
And now, here they were, at the wedding.
“My kids,” Leia grinned, holding her arms out and pulling them both into a big hug. “I know what I did was wrong but I’m sure you’re both very grateful, no?”
Leia pulled away and cocked a brow.
Ben sighed. Rey took his hand.
She knew he was still very annoyed with her.
“Very grateful, Leia,” Rey replied. “Just wish it was on our own time, that’s all.”
Leia waved her off. “Oh, that’d never happen. Emotionally constipated young ki—”
“Mom, please go dance with Dad,” Ben said, interrupting her.
Leia rolled her eyes. “Fine.”
Then.
“Love you two very much.”
“We love you,” Rey smiled.
“Love you,” Ben muttered, looking at his feet. Rey squeezed his hand and giggled as Leia walked away.
Rey was.
She was grateful, she means.
For Leia.
Slightly.
She was mostly grateful she was married to Ben.
Rey moved in two weeks after they signed the certificate, saying goodbye to her old apartment and Rose. Rose understood. Slightly. Not really, actually. Most of their friends were very confused by the whole thing.
Ben and Rey just giggled about it.
The wedding was good. Nice. Lovely. Nothing went wrong. No one fought—not even Ben and Rey or Han and Leia.
It was good.
They were having their first dance.
But it wasn’t their first dance, actually. Not really. They’d danced many times in their apartment, already married. They danced in the day. In the night. Inside. On the balcony. Ben was a very good dancer.
But this ‘first dance’ was nice, too.
Ben kissed her temple. Rey held onto his big fingers. He touched her waist softly. She peeked up at him with love in her eyes, like a kid with a big, fat crush.
It was nice.
And Ben made it nicer.
He murmured, “I cannot wait to fuck you in this dress.”
Rey blinked at him. He smirked.
And yes.
He fucked her in her wedding dress many times that night.
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Living with Ben was good. A challenge at times, but Rey had to remind herself that’s what happened with all couples.
They fight.
They make up.
It’s okay.
Ben does laundry. Rey takes out the trash.
Ben cooks. Rey cleans.
Well…
Actually, Ben cleans.
He doesn’t like the way Rey does it most of the time. It’s not ‘perfect’. And her very pretty boy of a husband likes things perfect.
He needs perfectly folded clothes.
Perfect looking food.
A perfectly clean kitchen and living room.
But something he says is always perfect is Rey.
Even if their life isn’t perfect and sometimes things are dirty around the apartment and oh fuck BB just peed on the carpet—
He says the one constant thing that’s perfect is Rey.
“I think we’re perfect. You and I,” she always says back. “Us.”
“I think we’re pretty perfect, too.” He smiles.
Then, he always adds:
“But your ass really is perfect, Rey. And your tits. And that brain of yours. And your laugh.”
Rey always rolls her eyes.
And Ben always kisses her.
He’s a good husband.
A very good husband.
Ben plays with her hair before bed, touching it and putting it into braids sometimes. He gets her nice shampoos she’s never thought of using before. He likes to kiss her hair. Inhale it.
She’s fairly sure must have a hair kink or something.
But she likes it, how soft and sweet he is about her hair.
Ben cuddles with BB on the couch. Rey will come home from work—Ben already being there before her—to find the two of them snuggled up with each other as Ben watches TV.
Ben kisses Rey in the morning, even with morning breath. He kisses her. Likes it when she rides his thigh before work. He’s evil, the way he grabs her ass and moves her on him. He’s evil, the way he pushes down her shorts and pushes down his boxers. He’s evil, the way he slides into her and groans low and throaty. He’s evil, the way he fucks her soft and slow and sweet.
He’s evil, the way he loves her.
Because he’s going to kill her with the way he loves her.
It’s so much.
He loves her so much.
Yes.
He’s quite the good husband.
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“Holy fuck. Holy shit,” Rey breathed. “More. Just like that. Yes. Yes. Fuck, Ben.”
It’d been six months since their ‘wedding’.
They finally went on a honeymoon. A real one. A real one with lots of sex and kissing and laughing.
They waited until after Leia’s inauguration and when the time was right for both of them…and the weather. Mostly the weather.
So here they were.
Ben and Rey were in Jamaica.
Yes.
He took her to Jamaica.
Rey was currently on her hands and knees—really her knees and face—getting fucked.
Ben was behind her. One foot on the bed. The other on the floor.
And he was pounding into her.
Rey’s face was squished on the covers of the hotel’s bed. She was drooling onto the comforter and she didn’t even care. There were probably worse things on there—just from that morning. Cum. More drool. Her wetness. Sweat. Yeah.
“You’re gonna—Oh my god, Ben!” Rey screamed. She felt him in her stomach just pushing further inside of her.
Ben chuckled behind her between his grunts while he fucked her. He held her hips tight, fingertips pressing in her skin, sure to leave marks. He was moving her on his cock. Using her.
Rey got up on her elbows and hung her head. Her hair was a sweaty mess. Sweat ran down her neck. She whined and moaned like an animal.
Ben spanked her ass. “Up the bed.”
“Hm?”
“Up the bed, honey.”
He was serious. His tone. She couldn’t see him, but she knew he was only focused on one thing. Coming.
Rey crawled up the bed. Ben grabbed her ankles and flipped her over, on her back. Rey squeaked.
And she saw him.
Hungry.
Very hungry for his wife.
Almost scary.
Rey opened her legs and Ben got on top of her, sliding inside of Rey with no warning. She sighed and held onto his shoulders as he fucked her fast. Hard. His bottom teeth were bared. His hair was moving in front of his forehead as he thrust inside of her.
“My good little wife,” he grunted. “Letting me fuck her and come inside.”
He called her that.
His little wife.
A lot.
And no.
They didn’t talk about Ben coming inside of her.
They just didn’t.
They didn’t talk about it at all.
Rey pulled him down and made him kiss her. She moaned in his mouth and then flicked her tongue on the back of his teeth. Ben bit her lip. Rey sighed.
She reached between them to play with her clit. She was going to come soon. Just needed a little…
“Ah, ah.” Ben put her hands above her head. “You’re going to come from my cock.”
They’d been trying that lately. Trying to make Rey come from his cock and his cock alone. It was hard.
But she’d done it a few times.
But she really, really wanted to come now. And if she played with her clit then she could and—
Rey pouted.
Ben kissed her.
Then, he moved his hips—his thrusts—in a different way. Hitting right there. Rey’s eyes rolled to the back of her head.
Yeah.
She could come like this.
Just like that.
Just like that.
Just like that.
She didn’t realize she was saying that out loud.
“Like this?” Ben groaned. “God, you’re squeezing me. Fuck, honey.”
She nodded lazily. Squeezed her eyes shut. “Like that. Just like that.”
She felt like a toy that was wound up. Soon to be released. Like those toy cars. You wind them up and then they go, go, go.
And Rey was about to fucking go, go, go.
She opened her mouth. A sound didn’t come out.
And yes.
She was coming.
Rey came on his cock, screaming and a mess. She always was, really. Always a mess when she got fucked by him. He was insane. His cock was insane.
It was just always insane when they had sex.
Rey pulsed around Ben’s cock, her twitches strong and quick. Ben fucked her faster. He was about to come. She knew it. Could tell.
She could tell by the way he was panting. The noises he was making.
And then he did.
Ben groaned, long and throaty. He kept slowly thrusting into her as he came. His head dipped to neck.
“Shit, Rey. Goddammit.”
She giggled. Loopy. Drunk on sex and Ben.
Ben breathed heavy in her neck. His hot breath was mixing with her sweat.
She didn’t mind.
Ben pulled down when he felt like it. He rolled over. And they panted in the hotel room. Laid side by side.
Then, Rey giggled.
“I don’t think I can go ziplining. Not after you fucked me like that. I don’t even want to try and walk.”
“You’re the one who wanted to zipline in the first place,” he said, looking over at her with a frown on his face.
“Well then don’t fuck me so hard.”
“Well then I won’t.”
“Good.”
“Great.”
“You’re so annoying.” Rey rolled her eyes and wiped some sweat from her brow.
“Is that so?”
“Yes. Super.”
Ben turned to face her. Partially sat up, leaning on his elbow. He looked down at her.
“If I’m so annoying I should just leave.”
He was smirking.
“Yes. You should go back home, I think,” Rey said, also a small, teeny smile on her face.
He leaned down to kiss her.
“Wanna go one more time before we leave to zipline?” Rey asked in the kiss.
“Fuck yes.”
nine months later.
“Can’t believe you got me pregnant on our honeymoon,” Rey said staring downward.
“Which honeymoon?”
“Oh, hush.”
“Me either,” Ben said back, also staring down. “Can’t believe I got you pregnant on our honeymoon, I mean.”
“All your fault.”
“Is that so?”
“Mhm,” she hummed. “Your cum is like…extra strong I bet.”
“Extra strong?” he chuckled.
“You know what I mean.”
“So it’s my fault, then.”
“Mhm. Totally.”
They were both still looking down. Staring in the crib.
Looking at the little baby they just brought home.
A girl.
A girl with big eyes and black hair.
Like Daddy.
“I want her to play soccer,” Rey said.
“I want her to play basketball,” Ben said.
“Soccer.”
“Basketball.”
“Soccer,” Rey repeated.
“Actually,” Ben started. “She should do dance. Can’t you see our little girl in a tutu?”
He reached into the crib and made her tiny hand hold his pointer finger.
Rey kissed his shoulder before leaning on it. She looked back at their little baby while leaning on Ben.
Actually, not a little baby. She was quite big. Ten pounds. Chunky.
So, Rey looked down at her not-so-little, very chunky baby.
Then, she peeked up at Ben.
“You’re right,” she said. “She’d look great in a tutu.”
He looked at Rey.
Rey stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.
He shook his head.
“Not in front of the baby.”
“Oh my god, she is a baby and asleep.”
“We’ll ruin her.”
“You’re so dramatic.”
“No kissing.”
Rey giggled and grabbed his face, smooching him.
“We’ve ruined our baby,” Ben mumbled against her lips.
“Totally ruined her,” Rey mumbled back.
He kissed her one last time. Said, “Let’s keep watching her sleep. It’s so cute.”
So.
Rey and Ben watched their baby sleep.
And things were perfect.