Work Text:
Rey spears the candy wrapper with more force than necessary, nostrils flaring as she channels her anger toward the roadside trash she’s been tasked to clean up.
Instead of a cigarette butt, she imagines her guardian Plutt—revenge for making her walk here at seven am on a Saturday. It’s not a burger wrapper but the snide girl from her volleyball team, poking Rey’s ribs, joking that she needs to put a little meat on her bones. And in place of a crushed can, it’s Headmaster Skywalker for punishing her with community service in the first place.
The lunches and snacks in the cafeteria are fucking free. And Rey knows the school receives enough in overpriced tuition and hefty alumni donations to look the other way when a scholarship student grabs a couple bags of chips, an apple, and two protein bars on a Friday after school’s let out so she won’t go hungry over the weekend.
Instead of seeing reason, Headmaster Luke had droned on and on about service and character and giving back to the Earth.
All the while, Rey had sat clenching her teeth until her jaw ached.
“That can of Mountain Dew do something to offend you?” a deep voice asks, and Rey looks up from where the point of her spear’s impaling aluminum to see Ben Solo smirking at her.
“Leave me alone. I’m in a rotten mood.”
Instead of heeding her advice, Solo just tosses his head back and laughs like she’d said something charming. Rey can feel the edges of her ire blurring red.
“Who are you?” he asks, the corners of his mouth curling in amusement.
Rey’s grip on the spear loosens. She and Ben have shared at least two classes a year for the past four years, but she had always tried to keep her head down.
Still, the reminder of her notoriety, even to the illusive and unapproachable boy stung. She was a scholarship student who ran track in the spring and played volleyball in the fall. She was good at sports, okay at her schoolwork, and even better at not standing out.
Get an education, get into an out-of-state school, and in the meantime…
“I’m nobody,” she says through grit teeth, pushing past Ben Solo to stab the shit out of her problems.
Just as she goes to spear another piece of trash, a pair of size-gazillion Nikes step into her view. It’s tempting, pretending to miss the discarded pack of gum in favor of causing bodily harm to the most annoying boy she’s ever encountered…
“What’d you do?”
Rey lifts her gaze from his shoes to glare at his face. Only… she has to crane her neck because he’s so fucking tall. And his eyes are nice, up close. But mostly, it’s his hair. She’s always admired his stupidly beautiful hair.
“Stole some food from the cafeteria.” Instead of his toe, she stabs the gum and dumps it in her trash bag. “You?”
“Took a bat to the headmaster’s car.”
Rey laughs. “And yet we received the same punishment. Nepotism at its finest.”
He stares at her, jaw falling just slack enough that his lips part. And yeah, his lips are fucking nice, too.
Rey glares at him, because… so what. She knows who he is, even if he doesn’t have the faintest idea of her name.
Ben stuffs his hands into the pockets of his jeans. It’s the first time she’s seen him outside his uniform, and she won’t allow her mind to linger on the size of his hands. Maybe he wasn’t the only one who hadn’t noticed things before.
And just when Rey thinks she’s gained control of the situation, he says, “Come with me.”
“No.”
“You’re scared.”
“I’m not.”
The corner of his mouth tugs to a grin. “You’re terrified.”
“You know nothing about me.”
Ben’s eyes track her features, and Rey holds her breath. She isn’t used to being studied. She’s attractive, has a few friends, plays volleyball well enough to have the respect of her teammates. But this… Rey swallows and wonders if he can see how he affects her.
“Truth or dare?”
Rey takes a step back. “Are you eleven?”
“Are you a coward?”
“Fine.” She scowls. It’s a childish game, but she isn’t a coward. And she sure as fuck isn’t telling Ben Solo a damn thing about herself. “Dare.”
He smirks. “Ditch the rest of cleanup and make out with me.”
Rey’s never backed down from a fight or a challenge. And kissing him does sound better than picking up trash for the next twenty minutes.
“Fine.”
And in the next instant, Rey finds herself pressed between a tree and Ben Solo.
There’s something reckless about Ben’s kisses. Something raw in the way his hands grip her hips, the way his palms slide beneath the fabric of her t-shirt.
Big.
His hands encircle her waist. His mouth moves against hers, coaxing her pliant lips open with his tongue.
Big.
She has to lift on her toes in order to sample the shape of his shoulders. To finally, finally brush her fingers through his hair.
Big.
One of his knees slides between her legs. For once, Rey wishes she was wearing her uniform skirt instead of the black leggings she’d put on for cleanup.
Big.
Rey moans as she presses herself against his thigh.
Big.
Just the shape of him pushes into her hip. But she can tell… She can…
“More,” she groans against his mouth.
Ben chuckles. “I only dared you to make out with me. But if you want more, all you have to do is ask…”
Rey falls back onto her heels, shoes squelching in the damp grass.
Ben Solo’s lips are kiss-bruised and his hair slightly disheveled. He looks cocky, one eyebrow lifting in question. In challenge.
Rey can feel the tip of her nose crinkling in distaste. “You wish, Solo.”
….
The thing about making out with Ben Solo in the woods is that it’s distinctly more difficult to continue on unnoticed by him now.
Somehow, Rey’s put herself on his radar.
When she walks into their first shared class of the day, his eyes widen a fraction.
When she’s working through the combination of her locker, she can feel his stare on the back of her head. She stuffs a stray bit of hair back into the confines of her messy bun and presses her thighs together.
She sits in the lunchroom with Finn and Rose, chatting and laughing for what is usually her favorite half-hour of the day.
“Finn! Poe’s smiling at you,” Rose says, the grin on her features as teasing as it is contagious.
Rey looks over to Poe’s table to confirm, and finds Ben Solo staring at her.
She glares back.
The following morning, he corners her in the hallway after volleyball practice. His hair damp from either lacrosse practice or a shower, smelling faintly of soap.
“I asked around about you, Rey. ”
She’s done the same. Jannah said Tallie hooked up with him sophomore year and called him intense. But Jessika said he doesn’t date or sleep around. Apparently, nobody knows much about Ben because mostly, he keeps to himself. When they'd asked why she’s curious, Rey had quickly changed the subject.
But she knows he plays lacrosse and makes good grades and is famous for losing his temper.
She thinks of Headmaster Luke’s battered car, and bites her lip.
“Yeah?” Rey asks, hoping to keep her voice light. Casual. She’s calm. Cool. Frigid, even. A veritable iceberg—stable despite the colossal volume of lingering attraction residing below the surface.
“Yeah.” He wears his backpack on one shoulder. Rey wonders if he knows how bad that is for him… “You’re on the volleyball team.”
“I am.”
“And you’re in some of my classes,” he says.
“Is there a point to any of this?”
“Truth or dare?”
She frowns at him, opens her mouth to speak, licks her lips, and tries again, with little success.
“Rey, I thought you weren’t a coward,” he says, voice low and teasing.
“Dare,” she snaps.
“Skip class with me.”
“And make out?”
“If you want.” He grins, showing crooked teeth. Teeth Rey remembers tracing with her tongue. “I was just gonna buy you a burger and a milkshake, but if you’re that desperate for it…”
He shrugs and turns, and Rey exhales before following after him.
Only for the milkshake.
…..
The music is too loud, the floor too sticky.
Rey doesn’t hate parties. She likes free food and drinks, and jumps at any excuse to be out of Plutt’s house for a few additional hours.
But she can feel the bass rattling in her skull as she scans the room.
She finds Rose chatting with Hux—a redhead who takes model UN far too seriously.
She takes a sip of cheap beer and does another scan, discovering Finn and Poe grinding against one another on the makeshift dance floor.
Rey smiles. At least her friends are having a good time.
She allows her eyes to make a final scan of the room, and they land on Ben Solo.
He’s already watching her, and when their gazes lock, he leaves the group of people that had been chatting around him without a word and closes the distance between them.
It’s loud as one of his big hands settles on her hip. He dips his head until she can feel his breath against her ear.
“I can’t stop thinking about you…”
Rey blinks up at him. Confusion and desire and self-preservation warring inside her.
He sighs. “You’re still scared.”
“I’m not. I just don’t want this. You.”
Ben inclines his head. “We’ll see. Truth or dare?”
Rey wets her lips with her tongue, not missing the way Ben’s eyes drop to her mouth.
“Dare,” she replies.
“Come with me.”
He extends his hand and she stares at it for a moment before taking it. Her hand feels cool against his warmer palm. Rey’s a setter for the volleyball team, not exactly associated with words like small or dainty. But she feels small, fingers pressed in Ben Solo’s palm.
He tows her to a formal living room. People she goes to school with—the ones who aren’t charity cases like herself—they apparently all have the need for multiple living spaces.
The door clicks shut behind them, and the music and laughter from the room down the hallway is muted. The door isn’t even solid—just frosted glass giving only a semblance of privacy.
Ben Solo’s mouth presses against her throat, his lips taking the shape of two words she can barely feel against her skin:
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” she murmurs in reply as her hands grasp the fabric of his shirt.
“Lay back.”
“I’m not… gonna beg you… to fuck me, Ben,” she says as she lays on the tufted chase lounge.
“You don’t have to beg, Rey. Just use that pretty little mouth to ask me nicely,” he says, thumbs brushing sweetly, almost reverently across the swells of her cheek before two of his fingers push into her mouth. He presses them into her tongue. “Do you want me to fuck you here, Rey?”
It’s a reflex, the way her cheeks hollow and she sucks, tongue curling against the pad of his fingers.
He smiles at her, hands moving over her top and bare navel. Sliding over her hips to palm her ass through her shorts.
“Or maybe you’d prefer if I fuck you here.”
She sighs as his hands move between the swell of her ass cheeks, between her legs.
“Maybe here,” he says, teasing the seam of her shorts, pressing the fabric into her clit and making her moan.
She’s wet. Ready. And when she opens her eyes, she can see his pants are tented. His eyes nearly black as they watch his own fingers toy with her shorts and her sanity.
“Gonna let me fuck this pretty little cunt, Rey?”
“Yes,” she replies. His hands unfasten her shorts. Button first, then her zip.
“Truth or dare?”
“D-Dare.”
“I dare you not to come while my tongue’s on your clit and my fingers are inside you. Think you can do that, Rey?”
He doesn’t wait for her to respond. Yanking her shorts down her legs in a few hurried motions, Ben has her in nothing but her underwear panting beneath him.
He presses a kiss against the lace before moving to inhale against her center.
“So pretty, Rey. So perfect…” he says, sliding her underwear down her thighs to settle beside her shorts.
Rey’s hands search for purchase in the chase, but there’s little to hold onto. Ben’s hands settle on the planes of her stomach, holding her down as he presses his mouth—warm and wet—against her clit.
Ben Solo eats pussy like he kisses. Reckless, fast, eager… There are no slow, teasing pecks. His lips suck her clit while two of his fingers push inside her.
“Gonna write my name with my tongue on this clit,” he grunts against her.
Rey squirms as his fingers curl inside her, reaching for something—something that has her back arching off the chase. Something that makes her feel like a tightly wound spring, seconds from snapping.
The first flutter of her walls around his fingers has Ben sighing against her cunt.
“I dared you not to come, Rey.”
She bucks her hips, trying to push him away, but he latches back on. Tongue making a series of long, quick swipes across her center.
His fingers push inside her and Rey feels her toes curl.
“Truth or dare?”
She groans, squirming.
“Truth or dare, Rey?”
“Dare."
“My name. Say it.”
“Ben,” she gasps. Ben’s lips latch onto her clit and his fingers curl against her front wall, and Rey comes with a chorus of his name.
When she floats back down from the high of her orgasm, Ben’s pressing gentle kisses against the skin around her navel. When she touches his hair, his teeth nip at her belly and she laughs.
“Truth or dare?” he asks, eyes dark as he looks up at her.
“Dare.”
He stands, already unbuckling his belt.
“Suck,” he says, and Rey scrambles to her knees.
She’s known from when they made out that he was big. But she can’t help the tremor of anticipation as he fists the head of his cock.
Rey leans forward and gently cups his balls while running her tongue from the top of his sac, following a thick vein up his shaft to his tip—tasting the tang of precome before opening her mouth and taking as much of him as she can.
He’s big, too big, probably, and her eyes water as he hits the back of her throat. Inhaling through her nose and relaxing her jaw, Rey takes another inch of his cock.
She stares up at him, marveling in the way he’s watching her.
“You’re so good, Rey. Fuck. So— fucking perfect. Taking my cock so good.”
She hums around him, and his fingers slip behind her ear.
There’s something gentle about the way his thumb and index finger play with a strand of her hair. Gentle in comparison to the way he begins to guide her, back and forth, his cock sliding against her tongue and hitting the back of her throat over and over again—fucking himself with her mouth.
He moves her head back, and pops free with a smack.
“Truth or dare?”
“Dare,” she says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Come again. This time on my cock.”
Ben pushes his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs while Rey’s greedy fingers tug at his shirt.
When he sits on the chase, legs slightly apart, Rey scrambles into his lap to straddle him.
“Condom?” she asks, arms looping around his neck to play with the hair that she’s spent far too much time in Medieval Lit staring at.
“Fuck. No. I…”
“I’m on the pill,” she says, as his hands trace the seam of her top around her waist. “And I’m clean. It’s… I have, before, but it’s been…”
Rey snaps her lips together and tries for a smile, hoping she looks sultry and not needy. Even though she feels needy.
“I’m clean, too,” Ben replies, and with his words, Rey lowers herself onto his lap, slowly, savoring inch after delicious inch.
Once she’s fully sheathed—emphasis on the full—Ben peels her shirt off, smiling to find she hasn’t bothered with a bra.
His hands cup her breasts, lips sucking bruises into the underside of one as she raises and lowers herself on his cock, setting a slow pace as she adjusts to his size.
“Fuck, Ben. You feel—” She gasps. “So good.”
He smiles at her, hands settling on her ass to help lift and lower her, again and again. She moans at the drag of his cock against her walls.
He pushes the pace until her thighs are burning and her spine is tingling with release.
Rey comes with his name on her lips and her legs shaking on either side of his massive thighs.
Ben follows shortly after, canting his hips in a few frantic thrusts. As he shudders and fills her with come, he breaths soft Rey that she can taste against her mouth.
She can hear the muted music from the party, but it feels miles away.
With his cock softening inside her, Ben’s lips press against her sweaty temple and she grips his shoulders tighter.
“Truth or dare?” he whispers.
Rey meets his gaze, biting down on the inside of her cheek. “Truth.”
At the single word, Ben Solo smiles.