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hello dork
Rey texted Ben around noon the next day.
what time should I come over?
He texted back soon after.
Six?
Rey grinned at her phone. She blushed.
She didn’t know why.
ok cool I will see u then
Rey jumped out of bed—because yes, she was still in bed at noon—and went to take a shower. She washed her body with a fancy scrub she just got. Rey shaved her legs. She almost shaved her…yeah.
But no.
They weren’t going to fuck.
They weren’t.
So she didn’t. She didn’t shave her…yeah.
Rey got out of the shower and toweled off. She put teeth whitener strips on. She moved her wet hair around so it’d dry nicely.
She’d never put this much effort into anything. Even going out with Rose.
But this was—
She wasn’t doing this for any specific reason. She wasn’t.
Rey cleaned her whole apartment just to keep herself busy. Ben wasn’t coming over. Obviously. She was going over there . But she needed a distraction.
Anything.
So, Rey cleaned her apartment. She deep cleaned her bathroom. Rey threw out expired food from her fridge like she should’ve done ages ago.
She made herself busy for a few hours.
Until she had to go over to Ben’s.
Right.
Rey grabbed her things. Kissed her cat. Then, she set off for Ben’s house.
She took the subway. It wasn’t too long of a ride. But during the whole thing, Rey bit her lip. She drummed her fingers on her arm while keeping them crossed. She clenched her jaw.
Nervous.
Anxious.
She didn’t know why.
Rey got to Ben’s apartment and rung his little buzzer. He let her up.
Then, she was to his door. He was already waiting for her.
Ben leaned on his doorframe. Rey was in the hall.
He smiled at her.
“Hi, baby.”
Rey swallowed.
“Hi.”
Ben leaned down and kissed her. Just a peck. Rey blinked.
“You look very nice.”
She looked down at herself. She was wearing some silly jean shorts. A tank top. And yes. Her hair was falling a perfect way and she did put on a little bit of mascara. So perhaps she did look nice and cute.
She wasn’t trying to be.
What?
She wasn’t .
“Oh. Thank you.”
She looked at Ben now. He was wearing a tee shirt. Those fucking joggers again. Those stupid things made her want to jump on him. They were absolutely sinful.
“Come in,” Ben said, waving her in.
He was being awkward. Maybe he was nervous, too.
Ben took her hand and walked to the kitchen.
“I made dinner.”
Rey cocked a brow. Ben let go of her hand.
“Why?”
“Figured we could eat together.” He shrugged. He took something out of the oven and set it on the counter.
“You cook?”
“I do. I’m quite good.” Ben nodded.
Rey just blinked at him again. Ben. Rey. Eating together. Dinner. Kissing. Hm.
She liked this. She wanted this. But he didn’t. Not really. Plus, by tonight, it’d be over anyway. She didn’t know why he was doing this.
Ben put his hands on his hips and looked at her.
“What?”
“Nothing,” Rey said, shaking her head.
“Are you hungry?”
“I’m always hungry.”
Ben grinned. “I know.”
Rey rolled her eyes. She smiled.
He got two plates down. And he put food on them. Food he cooked.
Right.
They were really eating dinner together.
Ben got them glasses of water. Then, he handed her the waters to take to the dining table. He took the plates.
Rey was still in shock.
She sat at his dining table. He sat, too.
“So, how are you?” Ben asked, digging into his food.
“I’m…good. How are you?” Rey blew on her food before shoveling it into her mouth.
He was a very good cook.
“I’m well,” Ben told her. “Are you doing anything for Halloween?”
“I’m not sure. It’s like a month away,” Rey giggled. “I’m sure Poe is doing something at his place. I’ll probably go to that.”
“We should do matching costumes. You and I.”
Rey eyed him. “Why would we do that?”
He shrugged. “Could be fun.”
“I want to be Princess Peach.”
“I can be Mario.”
“Dork.”
“You really love calling me that.”
She nodded. “Mhm.”
Then.
“This is really good,” Rey told him, mouth full.
“I’m glad you like it. I can—You can come over for dinner more if you’d like.”
She didn’t know why he was being so nice. Why he was telling her she could come over for dinner. Why they should have matching costumes for Halloween.
Rey’s cheeks got hot.
She changed the subject.
“So. After this.”
“Mhm?” Ben hummed.
Rey took another bite and— again— talked with her mouth full.
“We’ll be touching.”
Ben choked on his food.
Rey went on. “Should we have rules?”
He nodded and cleared his throat. “Rules. Right.”
“So, over the pants?”
“Jesus Christ.”
“What?” Rey laughed. “Or should we just see and decide as it goes?”
“Should we have a safe word?”
“Is this BDSM?”
Ben rolled his eyes. “I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. We should have a word.”
“Pizza crust,” Rey said.
“…Okay,” Ben replied. “Pizza crust.”
“So, we’ll just see how it goes. No rules, then?”
Ben bit his lip. “No rules.”
He drank his water. Rey took another bite of food.
They were nearly done.
And the rest of the time at dinner, Ben made her giggle. He made her laugh.
It wasn’t awkward anymore.
It was kind of…nice.
She knew he was funny. Charming.
But this was different somehow.
Him being funny made her heart do interesting things like beat fast and flutter.
“Why was six afraid of seven?”
“Really?”
“What?”
Rey had rolled her eyes. “Because seven eight nine.”
“How’d you know?”
Rey had laughed. Hard. “Dork.”
After dinner, Ben took their plates.
“I can do dishes this time,” Rey offered.
Ben shook his head and put them in the dishwasher.
Then, he walked to Rey. She was in his big living room now.
He stepped directly in front of her. Rey craned her neck up to look at him. She swallowed thick. He was just so fucking big. Could swallow her whole. She’d let him.
“Should we kiss now?” Rey asked.
Ben frowned. “Do you have to make it sound so technical?”
“Isn’t that what it is?”
“Rey, you’re so—” Ben took a deep breath. “Fuck that.”
He grabbed her face before kissing her. Rey held onto his forearms and sighed in the kiss. Smiled in it.
She was so happy, kissing Ben Solo.
It was a shame this would be over tonight.
Anyway.
Ben started to back Rey up. Her back hit the wall behind her. He slid his tongue in her mouth and licked hers.
“I missed you,” Ben murmured, still holding her face.
“It’s been one day.” Rey giggled. “Plus, you missed my mouth .”
He stopped kissing her. Ben tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “No, I missed you .”
Then, he started to kiss her again. Ben’s hands drifted down to Rey’s waist. He held her there and his touch was—
Yeah.
It felt very nice to be touched by Ben Solo.
His fingertips dipped up into her shirt. “Is this okay?” he asked.
Rey nodded. “Totally okay.”
Their noses were squished together, probably all red. Ben was kissing Rey like she meant something to him. He kissed her with passion. Deep. Hard. Fast.
He kissed her like this was something else other than a silly bet.
Rey wrapped her arms around his neck while she kissed him. Her body arched a bit toward him. She wanted to rub herself on him.
She realized that she could.
Because they agreed they could touch.
Rey pushed her body against his, her hips and chest meeting Ben’s. She felt how hard he was—his erection tenting his joggers and pressing on her lower stomach. Ben groaned.
Then, he moved his hands to behind Rey. To her ass. Ben squeezed, making Rey moan in his mouth.
“Love being able to touch you,” he whispered. “Wanna touch you everywhere.”
“Please do.”
He squeezed her ass again before lightly slapping it.
Rey giggled, “Ben!”
“I love hearing my name come out of your mouth.”
Rey bit his lip.
“Fuck,” he sighed.
Then, Ben picked her up. He made Rey wrap her legs around his waist. He kept her against the wall. He kept kissing her. Ben pushed her harder against the wall behind her, meaning his stomach was really pressed against her cunt. Rey moaned in his mouth.
“I could kiss you forever,” Ben whispered.
“Me too.”
“ God ,” Ben mumbled before kissing her cheek. Her jaw. Then, the spot just below her ear that makes her tingle. Ben licked it and sucked on her skin there. Rey yelped and put her hand in his hair, scratching it how she remembered he liked it.
Ben groaned in her ear. Then, he sucked on her earlobe and bit it. Rey squeezed her eyes shut and moaned. Loud.
Oh Jesus.
Ben pushed her harder against the wall. Rey moved her hips a little, trying to rub her cunt on his hard stomach.
Ben breathed, “Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”
“Yeah,” Rey rasped.
“Holy fuck.”
She giggled.
His hands on the back of her thighs—holding her up—moved to her ass. He started to press her closer to his stomach. Harder. Helping her. Rey whined and, again, rubbed herself against him. Ben groaned on her lips before taking her off the wall and carrying her somewhere.
“Where are we going?” Rey mumbled in the kiss.
“Couch,” he mumbled back.
“I wanna straddle your lap.”
“Fuck, Rey,” Ben chuckled. “I would like you to.”
Ben sat on the couch and Rey straddled him. They went right back to making out. Ben had his hands on Rey’s back, holding her close. Her hands were in his hair, pulling and tugging and scratching.
Their tongues licked each other’s, and lips were being bitten and sucked on. There were ‘Mm’s and ‘Fuck’s and ‘Jesus’s.
Rey pushed her hips down and rubbed her clothed pussy against Ben’s erection, very much hard and angry. Ben made a choking noise and had to stop kissing her for a second. His head rolled back on the couch. He faced at the ceiling and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Goddammit,” he whispered.
Rey frowned. “Is this okay? Was that okay?”
He looked at her again, head no longer on the back of the couch. Ben gave her a lazy smile.
“Perfectly fine.”
He grabbed her face and pulled her to him, kissing her once more.
Rey did it again. Ground down on his cock. They both let out shaky exhales at the feeling of Rey’s cunt pressing and moving on him.
“You can put your hands up my shirt,” Rey offered.
Ben’s hands went right up her shirt, to her back. His hands were warm. Big. He pulled her closer to him, chests pressing together. Rey rubbed her chest on his. She wished she wasn’t wearing a bra. Rey wanted rub her nipples on him and feel them send tingles up her spine.
Ben’s hands went up.
And up.
And up until they reached the back of her bra where the clasps were.
“Wanna take this off,” Ben breathed. “God, I want to take your shirt off.”
“Take it off,” Rey whispered before biting and sucking on his bottom lip.
Ben pulled away from the kiss. “Are you—Do you really—”
“I’m not saying the safe word,” Rey panted. “And you’re not.”
“So it’s okay.”
“Right.” She nodded. “It’ll make the game harder.”
Ben swallowed. Then, he kissed her again while pulling up the ends of her shirt. He lifted it up over her head, so they had to stop kissing for a split second before finding each other’s lips again.
“Jesus Christ, Rey,” Ben mumbled. He kissed down to her jaw. Down to her neck. Down to her chest. Ben sucked on the fat of her breast that spilled from her bra. He sucked and bit. She’d have bruises there tomorrow. They’d probably last for a week and a half from the intensity he was going at it.
Rey just held his head at her chest and cried out with each suck. Each bite.
Her pussy throbbed and her underwear were getting soaked. She could feel her wetness drip to the fabric of her panties.
Ben kissed her sternum before finding his way back to Rey’s lips. She reached down and started to fiddle with the string of his joggers.
“Want these off,” Rey breathed. “If you want.”
“Yes. It’ll make the bet harder.”
“Literally harder,” Rey giggled. “You’re so hard.”
“For you I am,” Ben said, very seriously.
She stood on shaky knees and let Ben take off his joggers.
And yes.
There he was in his boxers, with that massive thing just…there.
She wanted to see it without his boxers hiding it. She wanted to get on her knees and put him in her mouth. She wanted to do so many things to him.
“Jesus.” Rey’s mouth watered.
Then, she unbuttoned her jean shorts and pulled them down, kicking them away.
“Now we’re even,” she said before climbing in Ben’s lap again and kissing him.
“Shit.”
Ben’s hands went on her ass. The tips of his fingers dipped into her underwear, just slightly. He grabbed her and squeezed. Rey moaned in his mouth before grinding on his cock. Only in their underwear, grinding on him felt better. More sensitive. Less layers.
It was so good.
They were so good.
Rey mumbled, “I know you want to fuck me.”
“Is that so?” Ben panted.
“Mhm.”
Ben thrust up and pressed his cock and against her cunt. Rey whined pathetically.
“Who wants to fuck who?” Ben chuckled.
Rey gave his cheek a light slap. “Shut up.”
She rubbed herself on him again and Ben groaned in her mouth. She bit his lip and kissed it better. She put her hands in his hair and scratched him where he liked it.
Ben did the same to her.
His hands on her ass pushed and pulled her back and forth against his cock. He licked her neck before sucking it, making Rey moan. He sucked and licked at the spot below her ear.
They were going insane.
Actually insane.
Rey pushed her hips down again, rubbing on him.
Ben breathed, “I’m going to come if we keep doing this.”
She kissed his cheek and mumbled against his skin.
“I’m going to come, too.”
Ben made a choking sound and faced her.
“What?”
“You heard me,” Rey whispered. “I can come just like this.”
Ben sighed, “Fuck.”
“Let’s go to your room,” Rey blurted.
He swallowed. “Why?”
“It’ll be—If we lay down I think it’ll be harder. The game. The bet,” she explained.
She really just wanted to go to his room and kiss him and lay down and pretend like this wasn’t all coming to a crashing end soon.
Ben stood, holding onto her. He slapped her ass before he started walking to his room. Rey giggled and kissed him again.
She peeked her eyes open.
“Hey!” Rey squeaked. “Why are your eyes open, weirdo?”
Ben rolled his eyes. “I have to see where I’m going.”
“Oh. Right.”
“You’re always so feisty. So ready to fight.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s what I like about you.”
Ben kicked open his door.
“Oh, is it?” Rey giggled.
He stopped in front of his bed. Kept holding onto her. And he looked at her. Really looked.
“I like a lot of things about you, Rey.”
She frowned.
She frowned because he was lying.
He didn’t like her at all.
Ben plopped her on the bed. She crawled backward until she hit his pillows. Rey looked around the room. It was quite very. Very clean.
She’d like to spend a lot more time in there.
She clenched her jaw because that was never going to happen.
Rey opened her legs when Ben started to climb up the bed, over her. He looked like he wanted to drool, staring at her.
Ben got on top of her and started kissing her again. Rey wrapped her legs around his waist and squeezed him close, his cock hitting her pussy.
They both moaned in each other’s mouths.
“I would fuck you so hard,” Ben murmured. “Just beg for it, Rey. Just give in.”
He thrust against her again, making Rey whine. She scratched at his back, sending him groaning.
“Never,” she mumbled. “I’m not giving in.”
“You’re stubborn.”
“You’ve told me that before.”
He had told her that before back in April when she refused to be his partner in a game.
“It’s also one of the things I like about you,” Ben said before he took her hands and put them above her head, pinning them down.
“You like quite a bit, hm?”
“Yes.”
Rey giggled. “Oh, really? Thought you hated me.”
Ben stopped kissing her. He clenched his jaw.
“How many times do I have to tell you that I like you, Rey?”
She blinked.
Ben nudged his nose on hers.
“I like your smile,” he whispered, kissing the corner of her mouth.
Ben went on.
“I like your nose.”
He kissed her nose.
Ben released her hands from above her head.
“I like how you think you know everything.”
He kissed her forehead.
“I like the way you dress.”
Ben kissed her jaw.
“I like you, Rey.”
He kissed her lips. A peck.
“I like you,” he repeated.
She was feeling something.
She didn’t want to think about it.
Because it was bad.
Very bad.
“Kiss me,” Rey whispered. “Just kiss me.”
“Gladly.”
Ben leaned down and kissed her again, putting some of his body weight on her. His hips found hers again. His cock nudged at her clothed cunt.
“We should take off our clothes,” Rey blurted. “Our underwear, I mean.”
“Oh.”
“It’ll make it harder.”
“Right.”
“Do you want to?”
“Yes,” Ben answered quickly.
He got off her. Rey sat up and fiddled with her bra. The clasps.
One undone.
Two undone.
The third undone.
She took her bra off.
Ben’s eyes went wide right before he was going to pull down his boxers.
“What?” Rey made a face.
“I love your tits.”
“Ben!”
“Fuck.”
Rey rolled her eyes and pulled down her underwear, lifting her hips. Rey spread her legs, ready to invite him in. She did it at the same time Ben pulled down his boxers.
And oh my.
They just stared at each other.
“What the fuck,” Rey whispered to herself.
“What?”
“Why is it so big?”
She was talking about his cock. Because yes. It was big. Huge. A monster that’d never fit inside of her. It’s not like they were going to have sex anyway.
So she wouldn’t know if he’d absolutely tear her apart.
Because that’s not what this was.
Ben chuckled.
Rey blinked. “I’m serious. I don’t even think I can wrap my hand around it.”
“Would you like to try?”
Rey flicked her eyes to his. “Come down here and kiss me now .”
“As you wish.”
Ben got on top of her again, his hot and hard cock nudging at her pussy. Rey arched her back.
“Fuck,” she whispered.
“Want it inside?” Ben murmured.
Her eyes shot open.
“What?”
“Tell me you want it inside, Rey. Lose the game.”
“No.”
“But don’t you? Want me inside of you, fucking you hard and fast? I’ll make you scream.” Ben went on, mumbling on her lips. “I’ll fuck you so deep you’ll feel me in your stomach. Don’t you want that? Me fucking you?”
“You’re trying to make me break.”
“Yes, I am. The minute you break I get put out of my misery.”
Rey bit his lip and licked his chin.
“Don’t you want to fuck me? ” Rey asked. “Don’t you want to feel my pussy swallowing you?”
Ben gave a shaky breath out.
“I’m really tight, Ben.”
“Are you?”
“Mhm. And you’re so big. It’ll feel so good .”
Ben reached down and took his cock in his hand. Then, his slid the tip through her folds. Rey whined.
But she didn’t say ‘pizza crust’.
“Don’t you want to feel this inside?” Ben smirked.
She breathed hard. Fast. Was panting.
She could tell Ben was about to break. His face was red. He had a big vein in his forehead. He looked at her like he wanted to eat her.
Like he wanted to fuck her .
Rey reached down and grabbed his cock now, Ben retreating his hand.
She pumped him before pressing his tip just at her entrance, not going inside. Rey took a sharp breath of air in.
So did Ben.
“Say you want to fuck me,” Rey panted. “I know you do. I know you want to feel me, Ben. You’ll slide right in. That’s how wet I am for you, Ben. You’ll slide right in.”
Ben breathed hard against her lips.
Then, he kissed her again. Rey let his cock go. She wrapped her arms around his neck and felt his thrust against her again. They both—again—sighed.
“So stubborn,” Ben mumbled.
“You’ve mentioned,” Rey giggled.
“I like how stubborn you are.”
“You’ve also mentioned that.”
Ben chuckled against her lips. Then, he started to kiss her soft.
Slow.
No longer hardcore making out.
Just slowly kissing. Softly kissing.
Kissing like you’re in love or something.
And Rey realized while they kissed that—
Oh god.
She liked Ben Solo.
Really liked him.
She felt like a kid with a big, fat crush. Rey very much liked him.
She wanted to come over and have him cook her dinner. Rey wanted to kiss Ben on the couch while they watched a movie. She wanted to crawl in his lap and have him play with her hair. She wanted to call him a dork all the time. She wanted—
Rey wanted him.
Deep.
Shit.
They stopped kissing.
And they just looked at each other.
And it was very quiet.
Until.
“I want us to fuck,” someone blurted. “Please for the love of god, let’s fuck.”
Silence.
Rey blinked. Ben blinked.
Then, she realized who said it.