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“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.
Rey’s face fell.
It was her.
It was Rey who said it. It was Rey who said it because she very much liked him. She liked Ben. Wanted him to fuck her. Wanted him .
She just wanted him .
But that’s not what this was.
He didn’t feel the same.
Obviously.
Because this was a bet.
Right.
Bet .
Ben swallowed thick, staring at her. Looking down at her. He broke out into a smile. Not a smirk. Not a sneaky smile.
But a real smile.
One that looked genuine.
She was still in shock that she blurted it. Rey just kept blinking at Ben.
“ Baby ,” Ben whispered. “My baby .”
Then, he kissed her.
Soft.
Slow.
Sweet.
He held the back of her thigh with one hand, keeping her leg around his waist. Because yes—they were both still very much naked and he was between her legs.
Ben licked her bottom lip before kissing it. He softly rocked his hips into hers. He squeezed her thigh.
Rey frowned in the kiss.
“What are you doing? I lost.”
Ben stopped kissing her. He put his forehead on hers. “So?”
“Okay, so I—”
He kissed her again.
A little harder.
Ben’s tongue found hers and Rey sighed, forgetting for a second that he was doing something he didn’t need to. Rey flicked her tongue against his. She whined in the kiss. He called her baby again.
She felt his cock nudge at her again. She wanted it inside of her. She really, very much wanted to fuck Ben Solo. Or have him fuck her. Either worked.
Rey put her hand in his hair and scratched. He groaned and kissed her harder. Pushed his hips against hers again. All he had to do was press his cock against her cunt again. All he had to do was thrust.
Then, they’d be fucking, just like she wanted.
But it didn’t matter what she wanted.
Because this was still a bet, even though she didn’t understand why he was doing this. Kissing her like this.
Rey pulled away. “I owe you a hand job. You don’t have to keep kissing me. It’s—The bet is over.”
Ben rolled his eyes and kissed her again. His hand on her thigh rubbed her skin. His cock between her legs only pressed more firmly against her.
She wanted to know what the fuck was going on.
“What are you doing?” Rey mumbled in the kiss.
“Kissing you.”
Then.
“And next, I want to fuck you,” Ben murmured. “I want to fuck you so badly. Let me fuck you.”
“What?”
Ben stopped kissing her and nudged his nose on Rey’s nose. He rasped, “Let me fuck you.”
Rey clenched her jaw.
He was teasing.
Being mean.
“The bet is over.” Rey shook her head. “Just let me give you a hand job. I know I said it first, okay? Stop being mean.”
Ben furrowed his brow. “Rey—”
She pushed on his shoulders and made him get off her. Ben sat back on the bed and Rey reached for his cock.
“Let me give you a hand job and we can just get this over with.”
Rey was about to cry.
She was about to cry because she liked him and this wasn’t anything more than a bet and she’ll never have him and they hate each other and he doesn’t want her like that.
“I don’t want a hand job, Rey.”
Her hand stopped going toward between his legs. She was frozen. Rey frowned at him.
“ What ?”
He shook his head. Looked really sad.
“I don’t want a hand job.”
Rey clenched her jaw. Her nostrils flared. “That was part of the bet.”
“Well, I don’t want it.”
Her lip wiggled. He didn’t even want a fucking hand job.
He didn’t want her .
“What? No. This was part of the bet, Ben. Let me just—Just let me give you a fucking hand job.”
“Rey, I don’t want that. This isn’t—Fuck the bet.”
She squinted at him.
“Fuck the bet? No, Ben. I lost, okay? Stop being—You’re being mean. Let me give you a stupid hand job and we can just go back to whatever we were doing before and this is—It’s over, okay? Right? We can just go back to seeing each other once and month and fighting, okay?”
Rey reached for his cock again, trying to just give him the fucking hand job.
“No,” he said, grabbing her wrist. “I want to—”
He stopped.
Then.
A stern, “No.”
Ben bit his lip. Then, he released her wrist and got off the bed.
He pulled on his boxers.
Rey swallowed thick and got off the bed, too. She found her bra and underwear. Rey put them on.
This was humiliating.
She said she wanted to fuck him. Because she did. And now he didn’t even want his fucking hand job and—
“I’ll just—Fine. I’ll go.”
“No,” Ben said. “Come with me.”
Rey watched as Ben started to leave his room. She followed.
He went into his kitchen. They were both still just in their underwear. Rey was uncomfortable. She didn’t know what he wanted. Why he was being like this. Why she couldn’t just give him a hand job.
Rey stood with her arms crossed in Ben’s kitchen. She stared as he got something out of the fridge.
He set it on the counter.
“What’s that?” Rey asked, blinking at the dish.
Ben stated, “Dessert.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I wanted you to stay for dessert.”
“But—”
“Shut the fuck up.”
Rey blinked again. Her eyes were on him now. No longer on the dessert.
Ben put his hands on his hips and looked at her long and hard. He worked his jaw.
He seemed mad at her. Very mad.
“You know—” he started. “You know, I tried to ask you out the first night I met you. I tried to ask you to dinner. I tried to flirt.”
Rey thought back. She replied, “But you didn’t mean it.”
“You are so incredibly stupid, Rey Niima. Like, so fucking dumb.”
Her jaw dropped. Her lips parted. She just stared at him as he kept going.
“You’re stupid because you couldn’t see just how much I wanted you. And how much I want you to want me.”
He pressed his lips together and kept going.
“And then you were so rude to me. All because you were drunk one night and made up your mind about me.”
“I thought you were being mean.”
“Well, you were a drunk idiot.”
Rey was about to say something when Ben put his hand up, shushing her.
“Let me talk. You talk so fucking much, Rey. Just let me talk.”
She swallowed and nodded.
Ben stepped toward her.
“I don’t want your fucking hand job.”
She clenched her jaw.
“Even though I don’t want that, there are a lot of things I do want,” he told her.
Rey chewed on the inside of her cheek.
“Ask me what I want, Rey,” Ben said softly.
He stepped closer.
She craned her neck to look up at him.
“What do you want?” Rey asked in a whisper.
Ben looked between her eyes and swallowed.
Then.
“I want to cook you dinner. I want you to stay for dessert. I want to call you baby . I want to be your partner at game nights. I want to kiss you. Make out with you. I want you to come over and I want to watch TV with you. I want to go on a date with you. Multiple dates, hopefully. I want you .”
Ben pressed his lips together.
“Rey, I want you.”
He went on.
“Fuck the stupid bet. I don’t want a hand job. I mean, I would like one, but not because of a stupid bet. I just want you .”
Ben bit his lip again. His hands were still on his hips. He looked very serious. Still, slightly mad at her.
“So fuck me if I want to kiss you more and fuck you and make you dinner and dessert, right?”
Rey frowned. “Ben—”
“It’s fine. You don’t want me. I’ve tried and I’ve tried, and you still don’t want me. Feel free to go. You don’t have to give me the hand job. It’s fine and I don’t want it. You lost, but it doesn’t fucking matter because I’m the one who actually lost.”
Ben pointed in the living room.
“Your clothes are in there. You can go. I know how desperate you are for this to be over.”
Rey’s cheeks heated.
No.
She did not want to leave.
She wanted to stay for dessert. Kiss him more. Watch a movie. Sleep. Eat breakfast with him and miss work tomorrow.
She wanted him.
And he wanted her.
And she was so fucking stupid for thinking he didn’t want her when yes—he clearly did. The extra kisses. Him repeating how much he liked her. Dinner. Dessert.
Yes.
Ben Solo liked her back.
“No,” Rey stated, balling her fists. She was about to cry. From sadness. Anger.
“No?” Ben cocked a brow.
“No.”
She tensed her jaw and blinked away tears.
“I like you and I’m not leaving. I’m not putting my clothes on. In fact, I would like you to take them off again.”
Ben’s eyes went soft. Sad. His hands fell from his hips and hung at his sides. “Don’t lie, Rey.”
She shook her head. “I’m not lying. Just like you weren’t lying and I didn’t believe you all those times—I’m not lying. I lost the bet and said I wanted to fuck you because I did. I do want to fuck you. Actually, I’d like you to fuck me . Hard. Maybe slow the first time because you’re really big but you know what I mean.”
Ben clenched his jaw.
Rey went on.
“I want to eat dinner with you have you cook it because I’m awful at it. I want to eat dessert with you. I’d like to make out with you against my door or the wall or on the couch because I like you. I want to get to know you and hear more about your stupid doll collection—”
“They’re action figures and they’re collectibles that are worth quite a lot.”
“Whatever. I want to know you,” Rey told him. “And I’m sorry I was stupid. I’m sorry I am so stubborn and can’t see things sometimes. But I’m not—”
She paused. Pressed her lips together.
“I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving because I like you, okay? I like you, Ben. I really, really like you and I want this. I’m not lying.”
Ben said softly, “If you’re lying, you’re going to break my heart.”
She shook her head again. Said quietly, “I’m not lying.”
“You want me? You want this?”
Rey nodded.
She asked, “And you want me ? This?”
“Always. Since I met you.”
She swallowed thick. Licked her lips. Ben licked his, too.
“I’m really sorry,” Rey whispered. Her tears came back. She felt so stupid.
“Hey.” Ben frowned. He held her cheeks. “Don’t cry, baby.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m just really—I’m sorry for being stupid and stubborn and—”
Ben interrupted Rey, kissing her. A long, hard kiss.
He pulled away.
“There you go again, talking too much. Had to shut you up.” He smiled softly.
Rey giggled and blinked away her stupid tears again.
“Dork.”
He kissed her again. Rey held onto his forearms. He kissed her soft. Slow. Sweet. Just like he’d kissed her so many times before.
Ben licked into her mouth and Rey let him. His tongue was warm. Wet. Soft.
His hands went to her waist. Hers went around his neck. She held onto him. He held onto her.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” Ben whispered.
“Sorry I took so long,” she whispered back.
“Worth it.”
Ben’s nose dug into her cheek. She liked the feeling. The feeling of him all around. On her cheek. On her waist. His body pressing against hers—because yes, he was currently pressing himself against her.
Rey sighed and kissed him faster. She stood on her tiptoes and pushed her chest harder on his. She breathed in the kiss and wanted to just breathe in Ben forever. Rey smiled in the kiss before biting his lip.
“You’re gonna kill me doing that,” Ben murmured.
“I will come to your grave every day, Ben Solo.”
Ben huffed out air and kissed her again before backing her up against his kitchen counter. He pressed his erection firmly against her lower stomach. Rey whined and tried to wiggle against it.
“Ah, ah,” Ben breathed.
He picked her up, putting her on the counter. It was cold, and her bare ass—minus where the fabric of her underwear was—was freezing. She opened her legs and Ben found his way between them. Where he belonged.
Rey hummed a lot while they kissed. She gave soft, little moans. Ben kneaded her waist before his hands drifted down to her knees, prying them apart even more.
“What are you doing?” she mumbled.
“Shh. You talk too much.”
“So I’ve been told.”
Ben chuckled and kissed her cheek. He moved to her ear. He kissed that spot she liked. Licked it. He sucked on her lobe while Rey held onto his shoulders and whined pathetically.
It just felt so good.
Maybe it was just because it was Ben. He did strange things to her.
Rey suddenly felt two thick fingers rub her cunt, over her panties. Rey sucked in a sharp breath of air.
“Ben,” Rey sighed.
He kissed her neck now, murmuring, “I can feel how wet you are through your pretty panties.”
Ben rubbed his fingers along her cunt again, applying some pressure. She heard how wet she was. There was a squishing sound and god, it should be embarrassing but somehow it wasn’t.
Ben huffed air in her neck and did it again. Pressed two fingers over her clothed cunt and just rubbed .
Rey squeezed his shoulders and moaned softly.
“Ah, my girl likes that,” he whispered before facing her. Ben kissed her. A peck.
Then, he backed up, just slightly. Rey frowned.
Ben saw her little frown. “Oh, no. Don’t get pouty. Not when I’m about to eat your pussy in my kitchen.”
She blinked. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to. This is better than the dessert I made anyway.”
Oh.
Ben got on his knees and pulled her hips to the edge of the countertop. He made her legs go over his shoulders. He kissed her thigh. Once. Twice. The other. Once. Twice.
He sucked on her flesh.
Rey’s breathing was shaky, watching him. Having him between her thighs. She wanted his mouth on her now .
“Take off my underwear,” Rey breathed. “Just take them off.”
Ben smirked.
“Not yet, pretty girl.”
Then, pushed his nose against her clothed cunt and inhaled, the tip of his nose nudging her clit. Rey squeezed his head between her thighs and whined.
He started to mouth over her panties, tongue rubbing against her folds, separated by fabric.
“B-Ben, can you just—”
He mouthed over where her clit was, and Rey squeezed his head harder. Her hands were behind her, holding her up. Her back arched. Ben tongued at her and made her moan loud and pathetic in his kitchen.
“Jesus, fuck ,” Rey panted.
“Quite the mouth on you.”
One of Rey’s hands came and brushed through his hair before pulling on it. Tugging him closer to between her legs.
Ben mouthed at her clothed folds, his nose on her clit again. He shook his head a little, moving his nose around the spot that made her scream.
And she did.
Scream.
“Ben, can you just—Please take off my—”
“Are you nice and teased?” he mumbled, the vibrations against her cunt almost too much.
She cried, “Yes, I’m—‘M nice and teased.”
Ben grinned before he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her underwear. Rey lifted her hips, and he pulled them down her thighs. Her calves. Her feet.
“I want to keep these,” he murmured.
“I will give you all of my dirty panties if you just eat me out.”
“Deal.”
“Dork.”
Ben softly smiled before putting her legs over his shoulders again.
Then, he was really face to face with her pussy.
“Jesus Christ.”
“What?” Rey frowned. “You saw it earlier.”
“It’s just—Fuck, Rey. I’m really—It’s so close. It’s—What a pretty pussy.”
Then.
“God, you’re so wet. So creamy.”
Her cheeks got hot. “Is that a—Is it too wet? You really turned me on earlier and just now and—”
“Stop talking.”
She snapped her mouth shut.
Ben just stared at her cunt. Just stared . Then, to himself, he mumbled, “I’m going to lick up all of this cream.”
Rey gave a little whine and swallowed thick, the way he was staring. The way he called her wetness cream .
And Ben did just that.
He licked it up.
With a flat tongue, Ben licked a stripe up her pussy, through her folds, finishing at her clit. Rey’s mouth went agape, and she whispered a long, “ Fuck.”
He just tasted .
Ben licked again.
And again.
And again.
“Ben—My—”
“Shh.”
She’d like for him to finger her. Or suck on her clit. Or anything.
But apparently, he liked to tease. Make her wait for it. Earn it.
Devil.
Ben held onto her thighs, fingertips pressing into her skin, hard. He licked at her again before his tongue found her clit, circling it. Rey’s hand went back in his hair and squeezed. Her brows furrowed. Her clit felt so good.
She felt like she’d been waiting a lifetime for Ben Solo.
At least, her clit did.
Rey gave a long moan and watched his tongue do it again. Then, he surprised her and sucked on her clit. Slow.
She wanted to cry. She wanted him to go faster. She wanted so much.
“More,” Rey babbled. “M-More.”
He smirked. Again.
Evil.
“Needy,” he whispered.
But he did as she said. Ben sucked on her clit harder. He licked at her faster. Flicked his tongue in a way that made her dig the heels of her feet in his back. Rey’s mouth was just open now, no chances of that thing shutting any time soon. She kept ‘Mm’ing and ‘Ah’ing and squeaking.
Ben suddenly pushed a finger inside of her.
Rey cried out.
“Big fucking fingers,” she breathed.
He murmured, “My cock is bigger.”
She was terrified of that thing.
That big, hard, red monster.
She couldn’t wait to have it inside of her.
He pushed in another finger and Rey leaned back on her hands again, her back arching even more. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes, feeling the way his fingers slid in and out of her. Pumping in her. There were more squishing sounds, evidence of just how very wet she was.
“Look at you ,” he murmured.
Ben sucked on her clit again and Rey moaned, all high-pitched and needy. He curled his fingers up inside of her and hit a nice spot that made her groan. She was making all kinds of noises, probably embarrassing herself.
But she didn’t care.
Because she was being fingered and licked by the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen on his kitchen counter.
And all was well in the world.
“Doing so well, Rey.”
Ben put in another finger and chuckled when Rey moaned again, feeling herself stretch around his fingers.
“Take your pretty bra off, baby.”
She opened her eyes and with heavy lids, looked at Ben and nodded. Rey reached behind her, fingers shaking, and unclasped her bra. She took it off and tossed it somewhere in his kitchen. Rey started to play with her nipples while Ben worked on her cunt. She kept mewling and squirming on the counter.
“Very good,” he mumbled before going back to eating her pussy like it was a sport in the Olympics.
Rey moved her hips with his fingers. She rode them. Tried to ride his stupid, nice nose nudging on her clit every so often.
Her moans became higher pitched. Her breathing got fast. Quick.
She was going to come soon.
She told him so.
“Can I—I’m gonna come, Ben, so can I just—Can I—”
He sucked on her clit harder as she babbled. He fucked her with his fingers faster. Worked his fingers in her cunt just right . Rey held onto his hair and squeezed her eyes shut. She felt that feeling come up, the slow pressure building.
Rey had one hand behind her, holding her up, the other still on her breast, twisting her nipple. She squeaked and squirmed and finally just—
Then, the pop.
Rey cried out in his kitchen as she came, spasming on Ben’s fingers. Her stomach twitched and she said his name over and over again.
“Ben, Ben, Ben, Ben,” she mumbled. Cried, really.
Because yes.
She was fully sobbing.
Tears ran down her face. The light swipe of mascara she put on earlier was probably running down her face.
She just hadn’t come this hard in a while .
Rey’s cunt was still twitching as Ben took his fingers out of her. He stood and licked his fingers before kissing at her cheeks, where she was crying.
“So good.” Rey sniffled. “So good I sobbed.”
“I can see that,” Ben smiled, still kissing her.
He got a paper towel and wiped at her face, cleaning her up.
“Please fuck me now,” she begged while Ben was dabbing at her cheeks. “Please fuck me, Ben. I really want you to fuck me. Here. Just fuck me on your counter. Please.”
Ben shook his head.
“Maybe tomorrow while I cook you breakfast,” he told her. Then, he looked at her very seriously. “But tonight, I’d like to first fuck you in my bed if that’s okay with you.”
Rey nodded quickly. “Anywhere. Please just fuck me. God, I just want you to fuck me.”
Ben chuckled and grabbed her from the countertop, lifting her and making her legs wrap around his waist as he carried her to his room. She kissed him and kissed him.
When he got in his room, Ben plopped Rey on the bed. She scrambled up toward the top and watched as Ben pulled down his boxers—again revealing the oh so scary and hottest thing she’d ever seen.
It was hard as a rock, standing tall and proud. Veiny.
So veiny.
Rey nearly drooled. She opened her legs on instinct. Ben got on the bed and crawled toward her. She outstretched her arms, and when he settled between her legs, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. They kissed hard and fast and sloppy and their tongues were just everywhere .
Rey felt his cock nudge at her.
And god, she wanted him inside, filling her.
“If you don’t fuck me, I’ll die,” Rey breathed and stopped kissing him.
“It’d be a shame if you died,” Ben panted. “I better fuck you, then.”
She nodded quickly. “Please.”
“Do I need a—A uh, cond—”
“No,” Rey blurted. “No.”
Ben let out a shaky breath. “Are you on anything?”
Then.
“Actually, I really don’t care.”
He kissed her again, face pressing hard into hers. Rey moaned in the kiss and squeezed her legs, bringing his hips flush against hers.
Ben groaned and reached down for his cock. Rey felt the tip slide through her folds and nudge at her clit. She sucked in a sharp breath of air and furrowed her brow, looking down at his cock.
“Please fuck me,” Rey whispered. “Please.”
Ben kissed her forehead. Then, he looked between them, too.
And he started to push in.
Rey watched her pussy swallow his cock slowly as he inched inside of her. Ben let out puffs of air. She let out little whimpers as she stretched around him. He was so big. Thick.
God.
Rey finally put her head back on the bed and closed her eyes, just feeling him sink into her, filling her. Ben kissed her neck when he was fully inside. He just lightly kissed it. Rey ran her hand in his hair and scratched.
That made him start to slowly thrust in and out of her.
“Feels so good,” Rey mumbled. “So good.”
Ben kissed his way up her jaw, her cheeks, and to her mouth. “Such a good pussy, sucking me in.”
Rey’s back arched and her mouth went agape. Ben kissed her open mouth lazily. Then, he started to fuck her faster, thrusting harder. Rey held onto his shoulders and opened her eyes. Ben was above her, hair in front of his forehead, moving as he fucked her.
And no.
It was not a dream.
Rey Niima was not religious, but Ben Solo’s room was the closest she’d ever come to church.
She peeked between them again, watching her cunt swallow him. She looked back up at Ben. His lids were heavy. His bottom teeth were bared.
“God, I want to be in your pussy all the time.”
“You can take me any time you want,” Rey replied, voice nearly gone.
“Any time?”
She nodded.
He fucked her faster. Harder.
“While you’re sleeping?”
Rey whined. She nodded again.
She dug her nails into the skin of his shoulders, holding on. Her legs squeezed around his hips, helping him push further. Deeper.
With every thrust, Rey was moaning. Loud.
Ben grunted. Loud.
The sound of slapping was in the air, with how he was fucking her.
It was all just so loud.
Ben grabbed one of her knees and opened her up even more. His cock went deeper and Rey felt him in her stomach. Her eyes rolled back for a second. Ben kept holding her knee and dipped his head to her ear. He sucked on that spot she liked, and Rey moaned and held his head there.
“Ah!” she squeaked. “Fuck me .”
“I already am,” Ben chuckled.
Rey pulled his hair, taking him out of her neck, and made him kiss her. Rey licked his chin before pushing her tongue in his mouth. Rey held onto his back, fingers scratching at him. Ben groaned and slapped the outside of her thigh. She giggled.
“Feral, little thing,” he murmured.
Ben sat up and stayed inside of her. He put her ankles at his shoulders and held onto her shins. His fingertips were pressing hard. She wondered if he’d leave a bruise there.
Rey held onto the covers below her as Ben fucked her. Hair was sticking to his neck. To his forehead. The sound of slapping was still very much present and lewd.
“Pretty tits,” he mumbled, staring at her chest, watching the way her breasts bounced. “I’ll fuck your tits later. God, they’re pretty.”
“Please suck on them,” Rey whined. “Please, please ple—”
Ben immediately opened her legs back up and slotted himself between them again, so longer assuming his previous position.
Needy.
He was hovering over her again. Really, just hovering over her chest. Rey arched her back and held the back of Ben’s head as his lips found one of her tits and sucked and bit while he thrust deep inside of her.
Rey squeaked and squeezed her fist in his hair, pulling it. “ Fuck , Ben.”
“Love when my name comes out of your pretty mouth,” he mumbled against her.
Ben moved to her other breast and sucked on the fat of it before nipping at her skin. Rey moaned and felt very sorry for his neighbors. He licked at her nipple and sucked there, too, making Rey cry out.
“Love how loud you are,” Ben told her, making her feel significantly less sorry for those same neighbors.
Apparently done with her breasts, Ben kissed up her chest to her neck, licking her there, before kissing up to her face.
“Hi, baby.”
“Hi,” Rey rasped.
He gave her a lazy kiss on the mouth and kept fucking into her, his hips moving in a perfect way that made his cock hit right there.
But she wanted him deeper.
Rey mumbled, “Pillow.”
Ben nodded in understanding and pulled out of her. He grabbed a pillow. Rey lifted her hips and Ben pushed it underneath them.
He put her hands above her head, holding her wrists with one, big hand. She pouted.
Ben just chuckled.
Then, he thrust right back in and they both groaned, low and throaty.
“So deep,” Rey panted. “So— Fuck .”
“You’ve got quite the mouth.”
“Maybe it should be stuffed.”
Ben groaned, “Holy fuck, Rey.”
He kept pounding into her, harder. Faster. He looked terrifying and sexy and needy. She felt so powerless with her hands above her head. It wasn’t fair. She wanted to touch him. To scratch him.
Ben grunted, “You’re going to come before me, and you’re going to come on my cock, do you understand?”
Rey sighed, “I don’t even care if I come, I just like feeling you inside of me.”
“You’re going to come whether you care or not.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fuck, Rey.”
She gave a lazy smile before moaning because his cock hit a particularly good spot inside of her. “ Oh !”
Ben released her hands from above her head.
He told her, “Touch yourself.”
Rey held onto him with one hand, while the other snaked down to her cunt. She felt where he was pushing in and out of her. His quick and needy thrusts. She felt his cock, just briefly. Ben let out a huff of air.
“Touch yourself, Rey,” he repeated, a thick vein popping out of his forehead.
He must be close.
Rey rubbed her clit and squeezed her eyes shut, feeling everything.
A hand was at her jaw.
“Open your eyes.”
Her eyes opened and Ben Solo looked quite scary and hungry. He pressed his forehead on hers and kept fucking her . They were both sweating, so she had no idea whose was on her forehead. She just knew it was dripping down her temples and into her hair.
She was going to be sticky and sweaty and disgusting from sex and Rey didn’t care.
Ben was grunting and ‘Mm’ing and it only made Rey get closer to coming again. She rubbed her clit faster and worked herself up until she felt that building inside of her again. Rey furrowed her brow and said in a whiney voice, “I’m gonna come, Ben. I’m gonna—”
“Come on my cock, pretty girl.”
That did it.
Rey came on Ben’s cock, first making a choking sound before moaning louder than she had yet. She gasped for air and felt the way her walls pulsed around him, still thrusting in her. Rey slowly played with her clit, working herself down. She panted and breathed on his lips while he kept fucking her.
Ben murmured, “I feel you squeezing around me. Fuck, I can’t—I’m close—”
“Please come inside,” Rey blurted.
She didn’t know what she was saying. She was so blissed out. So happy. So delusional.
But she did know that if Ben Solo did not come inside of her, she’d kill him.
“You want me to come inside?”
Rey nodded. “Please come inside of me, Ben.”
“Fucking hell.”
He started to thrust fast, like he was dying to come. And he was going to come inside. The only place he should come, really. Inside of her.
Rey adjusted the pillow below her again, making Ben fuck her deeper. He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut.
“Fuck, Rey. I’m gonna come inside.”
“Please do.”
“Jesus Christ.”
He put his head in her neck and breathed fast. Panting.
Then, he really groaned. Ben thrusted deep and held her close. He came inside of her. Rey felt his cum in her, shooting inside, as he kept grunting in her neck. His hips stuttered and it felt like he was trying to fuck his cum further inside of her.
She wanted him to.
Rey held his head in her neck and breathed hard along with him.
Ben eventually stopped thrusting inside of her. And they just laid there, Ben on top of her, trying to catch their breath.
She heard him swallow before slowly kissing her sweaty neck. She was pretty sure hair was stuck to it, but Ben didn’t seem to mind.
He kissed up to her jaw.
Then, he gave her a lazy grin with very heavy eyelids, staring down at her.
“I just fucked you.”
Rey giggled. “You just fucked me.”
“How was it?”
She rolled her eyes. “You know how it was.”
“Was it good for you? Because it was very good for me. I think your pussy killed me.”
“Ben!” she giggled again.
He pulled out of her and rolled over, no longer on top of her. They both stared at the ceiling. Panted. Rey took the pillow out from under her and threw it at the bottom of the bed.
She breathed, “I would very much like to do this again.”
Ben laughed. “Don’t worry, I’m going to fuck you again and again tonight.”
Rey pressed her lips together. She got on her side and sat up on her elbow. Rey looked down at Ben.
“I mean, I’d like to do this again and again forever.”
“Forever,” Ben stated.
Rey nodded. “Yes. Forever.”
“I think I can make that work.”
“Is that so?”
Ben grinned. Then, he hummed, “Mhm.”
Rey leaned down and kissed his cheek. The corner of his mouth. The tip of his nose.
“I can’t stop kissing you.”
Ben chuckled and palmed the back of her head, bringing her down to fully kiss him on the mouth.
“I can’t seem to stop kissing you, either,” he murmured. “Guess we’ll have to deal with it.”
“Bummer.”
“Mhm, real bummer.”
Ben kissed her slow again. He must like kissing slow like this. It feels more intimate.
Maybe Ben likes that.
Sweet and slow and soft.
She very much liked her sweet and slow and soft man.
“Do you want that dessert I made?” he asked against her lips.
“Mhm.”
Ben stopped kissing her and sat up. “We’ll eat it and then I’ll eat you out again.”
“I dunno if I can take that again. Your tongue is like—insane.”
He lightly slapped her hip before getting off the bed and finding his boxers again, pulling them on. He went to a nearby dresser and grabbed another pair of boxers and a tee shirt, throwing them at her.
“Come on.”
Rey rolled her eyes.
Bossy.
She got out of bed with shaky limbs and cum dripping from her cunt, and put on his boxers and shirt. Rey stepped out of his room and toward his kitchen.
“Why am I wearing your boxers?” she asked, walking toward him. Ben was fiddling with the dessert.
“Because I’m keeping your pretty, little panties, remember?”
“Pervert.”
Her bra and underwear were currently on the floor of his kitchen along with her bra.
She’d clean it up later.
Ben got a bowl and a spoon, putting the dessert inside. He then put the spoon in his mouth and took her hand, walking them to his couch. Ben sat down and pulled Rey in his lap to side sideways. She held the bowl. He held the spoon.
“I should actually probably go to the bathroom,” Rey said before biting her lip. “To clean up…your cum.”
Ben clenched his jaw. “I think I’d rather you keep it inside.”
Rey squeezed her legs together. “Are you into that?”
“Into what?”
“Into…I don’t know.”
“I’m into my cum being inside of you and staying in there.”
Rey was also very much into that.
She swallowed thick. “Will you fuck it in me deeper later?”
Ben worked his jaw. “Yes.”
Rey nodded in understanding. “Good then. We’ve settled it.”
“Good.”
She leaned forward and kissed him.
Then, she mumbled, “Should we eat this dessert?”
“Mhm, I think we should. And then I’ll eat my other dessert again.”
“Dork.”
Rey pulled away from the kiss and grabbed a remote from his coffee table.
They put something on the TV.
And it was so cliché, because Ben started to feed her.
And they laughed. Giggled. Kissed.
She kissed his cheek and ear and neck because she just couldn’t stop kissing him.
He put the bowl on his coffee table and kissed her back, getting that spot under her ear she likes so much.
Rey ended up laying on his sofa.
He ended up on top of her.
And they fucked again.
Because they just couldn’t quite help themselves.
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Ben and Rey called in sick to work the next day.
They just wanted to fuck and kiss and cuddle and giggle together after so much wasted time.
So they called in.
And they spent the day wrapped up in each other.
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Ben and Rey date.
Really date.
They’ve been dating for six months now.
They go out to eat and bowling and kiss in Ben’s car for a little too long. They go to the park and feed each other ice cream and yes—they wore matching Halloween costumes on Halloween. Princess Peach and Mario.
And it’s nice.
The two of them.
Dating.
It’s nice.
Ben is very sweet. He’s bossy, but sweet. He cuddles her in the morning before work when neither of them want to get up. He kisses her hair when they watch movies. He holds her hand when they walk down the street.
He’s a good boyfriend.
Yes.
Boyfriend.
He’s talked about marrying her. He usually says it while they fuck or when he’s sleeping, but he’s said it.
That he wants her forever.
That he’d like her to be his bride.
He was quite the romantic while sleeping or very close to coming.
Their friends are still in a bit of a shock, even six months in. Their monthly game nights involve staring at Ben and Rey as they share food or kiss or giggle.
It’s whatever.
It’s funny, really.
This whole thing.
It’s funny.
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They’re in their bathroom brushing their teeth.
It’s been a year since they started dating.
And yes. They live together.
They just went out to celebrate. They went to a hole in the wall restaurant and took a walk in a local park and kissed on the swing set.
Rey spit and put her toothbrush away.
“Can you believe this all started because of a stupid bet where we made out with each other?” she asked, peeking over at Ben.
He spit now, too. Put his own toothbrush away.
“I can believe it.” He nodded. “I was there, baby.”
Rey rolled her eyes and pushed on his chest. “Dork.”
Ben smiled and grabbed Rey. He put his arms around her waist. She put hers around his neck.
“Sometimes I can’t believe it,” Ben said softly.
Rey bit her lip.
“Yeah. Me either.”
“I’d fight and make out with you all over again.”
Rey giggled. “Same.”
Ben leaned down and kissed her forehead. Rey pouted. She stuck out her lips. Ben rolled his eyes and gave her soft kiss.
He went back in for more.
Again, just how he liked: soft, slow, and sweet.
Rey opened her mouth. Ben’s tongue moved with hers.
Soft.
Slow.
Sweet.
“You taste like toothpaste,” Rey mumbled.
“So do you,” Ben mumbled back.
“Hey.” She pulled away from the kiss.
Ben smiled softly. “Hey.”
“I love you.”
Ben’s smile turned into a grin.
“I love you.”
Rey pecked him on the lips. “Can we keep making out?”
“Yes.”
“Can we take it to our room?”
He gave another, “Yes.”
“And then do you think we can have sex?”
“I’m sure I can make that fit into my schedule.”
“Ben!”
“Be quiet and kiss me.”
“Bossy.”
“Shh.”
They kissed.
And kissed.
And kissed.
And kissed forever.