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“Fuck, Rey. Fuck, fuck...”
There was no doubt in the trembling groans emitting from Ben Solo’s lips that he was in heaven. This had to be it. Nothing could compare.
Maybe fucking her in his bed. That might be better.
And fuck, she felt so fucking good.
Ben wanted this to last, he would do anything for it, but his cock was almost painfully hard. It was taking everything in him not to bust.
He just had to make her come here against the wall of their frat pantry, fully stocked with Lucky Charms, Pop-Tarts, and Dorritos Cool Ranch. The snack closet of dreams.
Yeah, think about fucking Corn Flakes instead. That should help him from pre-ejaculating.
Rey’s hands clawed into his shoulder as she moaned. Her legs squeezed his hips as she encouraged him, wet heat a vortex, sucking him in with each push of his cock into her. “Mmh, yes, Ben.”
Fuck, if that wasn’t enough to get his balls tightening.
“Rey.” Just saying her name was too much. He felt his cock twitch. A spurt of cum filled the condom as he thrust into her, and he knew it was too late.
Ben couldn’t help but start to speed up. “Fuck, fuck, Rey. You’re too fucking good. I’m going to—"
It was simple.
Ben Solo was the enemy.
The most insanely frustrating arch-nemesis for a political science major taking a humanities class. A class where all they would do is argue on fact versus bull shit—because that’s all that ever came out of Ben Solo’s mouth. He was a fucking Libertarian, for one. He was in a frat. He was a fifth-year senior who decided to change his major a month before graduating and could afford to do so. He was stupidly tall and wore his baseball hats backward, which made his hair curl beneath the rim, making some girls on campus turn their heads to stare at him whenever he walked past, and—ugh.
How incredibly annoying that Ben Solo had to be hot.
And that they hated each other.
He called her idealistic all the time in class. Sure, he was constantly pushing her, challenging her. Rey sort of liked that—when he wasn’t being so entirely condescending to her. Ben Solo didn’t know when to fucking shut up, which would constantly prolong their class debates (i.e., arguments) and have Poe Dameron sitting across the way, rolling his eyes so loud Rey couldn’t help but notice.
In another world, Rey wondered if they’d gotten off on the right foot, maybe things would’ve been thoroughly different.
But they weren’t.
Ben was an asshole who liked to embarrass her any chance he got, and she—was a goddamn gremlin who couldn’t keep from wreaking havoc—anger multiplying with every proverbial flick of Ben’s tongue. Every word was like a devilish drop of water that allowed her competitive streak to go wild. Bounce off the walls.
“God, you know he’s flirting with you, right?” Finn said to her once as she was walking out of class.
Rey scoffed, disbelieving. “As if. He just wants to make my life hell because he knows he can.”
But Finn shook his head, a look of pity transforming his annoyed one. “Okay.”
“And even if that’s true, he’s just a frat guy trying to get ass, which I’m sure he gets a lot of.” The thought of Ben and all the ‘ass’ he could be getting made something funny twist in Rey’s stomach.
Discomfort because she hated him. It was hate she felt, certainly.
Finn nodded in agreement. “You’re not wrong there.”
For once, Rey wasn’t happy about the validation. But she shouldn’t give a shit about Ben Solo, even if he pissed her off in class and said obnoxiously privileged things.
If only the stupid way his mouth twisted into a smirk when he thought he beat her wasn’t one of the hottest things Rey had ever seen. If only it didn’t raise her temperature and make the space between her legs a soaking mess every time he looked at her. If only she didn’t have to hide her body’s uncontrollable reaction behind a flush of anger and hiss-bit words.
If only she didn’t find his stupid mouth, or his stupid face, or his stupid words to be so goddamn alluring and sexy as all hell.
If only she didn’t want him as much as she did.
If only he wanted her too.
Fuck.
There she stood.
A fucking goddess.
It was a typical Friday night-themed party at the Pi Kappa Alpha house. Today it was 90’s inspired, and Rey looked every bit the part.
She wore the tiniest top he'd ever seen her wear, cropped and showing a nice stretch of her stomach dotted with freckles he wanted to run his tongue over. Her jeans were loose in contrast to her top, hanging from her hips in a way that made them appear easy to possibly tear off (not that he was thinking about tearing off her clothes). To top it all off, she had her usual tied-up hair half up and half down with a scrunchie that had sunflowers on it. It was so effortless Ben couldn't help but stare.
His eyes watched her from the moment she stepped past him at the threshold. The way she scowled when she looked up begrudgingly from behind her friends made his dick hard.
He subtly adjusted himself as they entered the frat house, silently hoping Rey might look over and catch him, maybe tear him a new one, call him an asshole, a pervert.
For her, he was all those things.
If she would ever give him the time of day, he’d be on his fucking knees for her. He knows he’d be so good to her if she'd just give him a chance.
But she hated him. He knew as much in the way she glared at him and shut him down every chance she got.
“There you are,” a voice called from down the hall. Ben turned to see Bazine coming toward him in her stilettos.
Yeah, she was hot, but if his half-fluffed cock deflated at the sight of her, he knew that wasn’t a good sign. He really should break up with her. If they could even call what they were doing dating. The only problem was if he wasn’t fucking around with someone, he was fucking wallowing in all his depressing thoughts about how he couldn’t be with—
Fuck, it was better to be distracted than to be miserable.
He was an asshole. This wasn’t news.
“I need another drink,” he said as he downed what was left of his. “Can I get you anything?”
Bazine pursed her lips but then twisted them into a smile. “Sure.”
Ben went to the kitchen, feeling a little bad about ditching his date. His mind was still reeling from the surprise of seeing Rey at his door. He was sure he would have remembered if she’d come to a party before.
Snap was there at the island serving Rey and her friends all jungle juice from a garbage bag inside a big plastic storage container.
Like a hound that scented blood, Ben’s head tilted, muscles taut as he willed himself to calm down. He wanted to talk to her. What made her change her mind and come to his party? Could it possibly be because she wanted to see him?
Ben chewed his lip as he approached them. Rey took a sip of the freshly poured drink before making a face.
“It gets better the more you drink.” He’s shocked to find it was he who spoke up.
Rey stopped mid-sip, bringing the cup down in front of her chest. Her tight little top showed off the curves of her breasts so nicely.
Blinking his eyes hurriedly, Ben tried to be discreet as he stared at her chest. He wanted to put his hands over her hips without the weight of her baggy jeans in the way. He wanted to know how it would feel to grip her. Hold her against him. Give her ass a good, assured squeeze...
“Because it also numbs my tastebuds?”
Fuck, she was so fucking sharp. How could she not be perfect for him in every way?
Until you ruin her, a voice warned his already unraveling moral conscience. You don't deserve her. You piece of shit.
Not fucking good enough.
“Something like that,” he murmured, already enjoying the flush covering her cheeks. Even if it was a blush in annoyance, it kept him afloat like a strong gust of air beneath the wings of a falcon.
Holding his stare, Rey tipped back her Solo cup and took a larger sip.
“Good girl.” Ben’s voice dropped an octave. It startled him and Rey, whose eyes bugged out of her head as she stared at him, and fuck, those few drinks (and shots?) from the pre-game were already getting to him.
“It still tastes terrible,” she jerked out, flush running down her neck. Ben felt blood begin to fill his cock again as he looked at her. He was so close to her. His hand crushed the cheap plastic in his hand as his fingers twitched to touch her. If only he could touch her.
They continued to stare at each other for what felt like a whole minute, but then Rey’s blonde friend, the one with her hair up in two buns, came to her side, asking her if she’d be her beer pong partner.
And the spell broke.
He watched her disappear in the crowd, thrusting his crinkled cup at Snap for a refill.
His muscles jolt with the need to follow after her, an impulse he didn’t think would be a problem.
But clearly, it was.
Rey caught Ben Solo staring at her at least twice more since she went over to play beer pong with Kaydel.
There was no way it was all in her head.
But it was fucked up.
She was reminded of this when Bazine Netal, Ben’s current fling, came to stand beside him at the pool table. Bazine was wearing the shortest and tightest dress Rey had ever seen.
In all honesty, Rey wasn’t even sure if they were dating or if they were just fucking. Torturously, she found herself wondering which of the options she would prefer.
She hated both—if she was being honest.
But it became apparent to her when she realized Ben was the kind of guy that didn’t do relationships that he wouldn’t be someone worth trying to get close to.
Not that she wanted to get close to her hot nemesis.
Rey was a romantic for reasons that might have to do with her upbringing. She wanted to get swept away and be with someone who wanted her above all else. She didn’t want to be another notch in someone’s bedpost. She didn’t want to be a fling of the moment. She wanted to be adored.
But, more and more, as whatever rivalry this was with Ben Solo continued to progress, Rey found herself caring less about those things and more about how desperate she was to just fuck him and get it out of her system. If it would help with this...mania that she couldn’t seem to shake.
Rey’s eyes caught Ben’s across the way as she finished her second cup of jungle juice. Ben was right. It did taste much better the more she drank it.
Fucking dick.
Fu-cking dick I wanna suck...
Ugh, no, Rey. No wanting to fuck the unavailable frat boy.
It wouldn’t be a good idea. It would be a terrible idea.
Why couldn’t she stop looking at him?
Bazine was yelling at him. Only a few words he could catch over the loud music surrounding them. “Are you seriously checking out another girl right now?” she screeched when the song changed.
Yeah, this was a terrible idea.
“I don’t think we should see each other anymore,” he said abruptly.
The tall brunette that was, regrettably, a stand-in for the woman he really wanted reeled back, affronted. Bazine was shocked and pissed.
“You’re such a dick,” she said without bile, more decided disgust.
“I know.”
Bazine gave him the finger before she turned and walked out of the house—and any guarantee he would be getting laid tonight, given the woman he wanted to fuck didn't want to be anywhere near him.
He glanced back to see Rey smiling at Snap as he poured her another drink.
Something jealous and ugly twisted in his gut as he watched them, depressed to think she never wanted to smile at him like that.
Because she hated him.
Ben tried to tell himself it didn’t matter, but the hollowness in his stomach only got bigger. As he stared, he willed her to turn around, to catch his eye again. He swore when he saw her looking earlier, he’d seen something akin to interest. The tension shifted between them, pulling him closer to her with an invisible string.
Please, just look, he pleaded with himself, as pathetic as that was.
After a long moment, and Rey had walked away from the kitchen island, and toward the dance floor with her friends, Ben sighed, getting his nth refill of the night.
Guess it was time to drown his sorrows.
The music was loud on the dance floor. Bass pulsed in Rey’s veins as she gyrated her hips to the thrumming beat next to Kaydel.
When her eyes found Ben again, he was alone, leaning against a wall likely drinking that terrible alcohol concoction.
His eyes were on her, too. Rey shivered when she realized. Her nipples pebbled under her thin bralette as she continued to hold his gaze.
Her limbs felt like liquid. Molten lava threatened to melt her into a puddle where she stood.
Snap came up to them, attempting to make a move. When Rey felt his hand graze her back, she subtly shifted away, uninterested. Snap was nice and all, but he was currently blocking her view of a certain redwood giant with eyes the color of whiskey and a crooked jaw that drove her wild—even if she hated to admit it.
Kaydel ended up dancing with him, to Rey’s relief, and as their bodies moved closer together, her view became unencumbered once more, only for her to look where Ben Solo had been standing and find that space now empty.
Stupid of her to think those far off glances meant anything.
But her disappointment didn’t last long. As bodies bumped into her in rhythm to the music pounding around them, her back pressed against what felt like a solid wall of heat—wide, hard chest and pure muscle.
It could be anyone—it could be the jungle juice—but somehow Rey knew it was him. Or maybe it was just her wishful thinking.
But she didn’t want to turn around yet, unsure if she wanted to break the mysterious spell that brushed over her shoulders as a breath exhaled above her.
Two hands tentatively touched each hip as Rey moved her body to the music. The heat from the body behind her was all-encompassing and tall. She leaned her head back against the center of her dance partner's chest. Slowly, she raised her arms, reaching behind her to blindly feel for those broad shoulders she knew so well (due to glaring at them so often across the lecture hall). Rey trailed her fingers up to a sweat-dampened neck until she grazed the soft strands of what must be Ben Solo’s silky mane, curling a few inches beneath his ears.
Those hands on her hips held her tighter, pulling her against that wall of man with intention. Rey’s breath caught in her throat as their hips moved together.
Her mind was floating far away as sensations ran through her, instead allowing her body just to feel. Here in this space, she could forget that the body she was grinding against was her enemy and that they hated each other.
Maybe Ben felt the sexual tension as much as she did. Maybe he wanted to get her out of his system too.
The idea didn't sound as satisfying as she once told herself it would. Because now, with Ben Solo’s hands running along the curves of her body, Rey never wanted him to stop.
Holy shit, she was perfect.
Her body fit against his like a lost puzzle piece. Like a key unlocking all of Ben’s desires and releasing them into the space around them, creating a bubble where only they existed.
The alcohol he consumed made his limbs feel heavy as he dragged them along Rey’s hips and her waist. He pulled her into him with a hand spanning her stomach, fingers brushing the bare skin there. He wanted to put his hands on her tits and feel her tight nipples brushing against his palms.
Ben almost lost it when Rey’s hands reached up to comb through the tips of his hair. His breath was hard and heavy as he loomed over her from behind, his cock an undeniable steel rod against her backside. She must have noticed it too, with how she pushed her ass into him.
He was sure this had to be a fever dream, or she was just as—if not more—fucked up than he was. But Ben didn’t want to question it. He didn’t want to break the spell.
He didn’t want this to fucking end.
He wanted her to want him just as much.
If only she did.
Rey decided she couldn’t take the ambiguousness anymore. She wanted to look into Ben’s eyes and know this wasn't all in her head, even if there was an expiration date, even if it was just for tonight.
One of Ben’s hands covered her entire stomach. His palm was hot on her belly, holding her against him with it. The other still gripped her hip, now in a vice. Two of his fingers attempted to wedge into the waistband of her jeans.
She wiggled her ass, feeling the bulge between her cheeks. The air around them was thick, pillars of bodies surrounding them, but all Rey could focus on was him. All she wanted to see was him.
Rey turned as Ben’s hand on her stomach slid in the same position against her back. The hand in her jeans hung limply at his side as she caught his shocked expression before it transformed into one of hunger. His eyes blazed as they stared at each other, now so close. She had to crane her neck up a little to look at him. Her breasts pressed into his chest, hands now hanging on each shoulder.
Ben came to himself, shaking his head like he was trying to clear it. But Rey was still riding high on that buzz from the jungle juice. She didn’t need to clear her head. Everything in front of her made sense.
This made sense.
Ben’s free hand lifted to her neck as Rey leaned her body weight against him, letting him hold her. The hand on her back slid down over her ass, and Ben squeezed it. Hard. Rey’s mouth fell open in a gasp, swallowed up by the thrumming bass. He pulled her even tighter against him—if that were possible. His erection was now very obvious against her lower stomach. Every inch of him was so hard and solid. Rey wanted to melt into him, discover if he would meld into her, into one single being.
His head dipped down, body hunching forward as he cradled her, lips grazing her cheek as he breathed deeply against her, into her.
She breathed with him. In and out. Deep and then deeper. They swayed as one. The same thought spun around and around: this had to be more than the dreams in her head.
They continued to move along to the beat of the music but at a slower pace. Each press of Ben’s hips into Rey’s sent a jolt of electricity to her center. Her underwear pressed damply into her sex, and there was nothing she wanted more than for him to slide his fingers against her wetness. She wanted him to push those fingers inside, get her ready for the bulge she wanted pressing into her next…
Her hand scrunched into a fist at Ben’s shoulder, desperation beginning to fuel the desire coursing through her.
His lips were so close to hers, but he didn’t claim them just yet. If Rey were completely out of her mind, she’d think he was savoring her.
Toying with her was more like it.
Rey was determined not to lose this game. If they were going to do this, she would be in control. She was going to take what she wanted. Rey wasn’t going to fall into this with her eyes screwed shut.
But she was planning to get screwed.
Ben knew he should have thought this through better.
But the situation he was in was not something he could safely say was within his control at the moment.
Fuck, why didn’t he just take her upstairs?
Instead, when Rey pulled away with pure heat in her eyes, he couldn’t help but drag her away from the crowd, desperate to get her somewhere alone.
When she went with him willingly, his brain stopped functioning, and instead, he sought the first enclosed space he could find—which happened to be the frat house pantry just a few feet from the stairs—where he should’ve gone instead and taken Rey up to his room and do what they were doing right now, but in his bed.
But he was a fucking idiot.
And for as long as he had her cooperation, he didn’t want to fucking ruin it.
Her lips were so fucking soft and sweet as he dipped his tongue inside. Like Rey assumed earlier, his tastebuds were shot thanks to whatever shit Snap put in that jungle juice. But it didn’t matter so much. Just the feel of her tongue sliding against his drove Ben crazy.
Ben had her propped up against one of the shelves, using his body to keep her there. He stood between Rey's spread legs, thighs hugging his waist. She was so perfect, letting him take his time to make out with her in the dark of the snack pantry.
He’d been so eager to touch and kiss her that his hands fumbled blindly in the darkness before his brain helpfully supplied that there was a fucking light in this cramped space. Without taking his mouth away from paradise, he reached up one long arm to feel around for the metal string hanging from the ceiling.
Ben yanked at it with more force than necessary, lighting the pantry a dim yellow glow with a grating click.
His eyes blinked open as he caught sight of Rey before him, chest rising and falling with quick motions as she tried to level her breathing.
His eyes zeroed in on her tits, obscenely visible and poking through the thin material of her cropped t-shirt.
“Fuck,” the adoration slipped past his lips as he stared at her. Rey’s lips were a little swollen from their recent mauling, with a reddish tint that had Ben biting back a groan.
He couldn’t believe this was happening.
They stared at each other for a long moment after, but then Ben realized he’d been admiring her for too long, and insecurity had begun to take shape in the form of Rey crossing her arms over her chest.
“No,” he said abruptly and in protest. Catching himself, Ben amended, “They’re so fucking hot.”
You are unlike anyone I’ve ever known.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he repeatedly mumbled, hoping his meaning made it home.
Rey didn’t say anything back, only staring at his face like she was seeing him for the first time, and he hoped to whoever ruled the universe that she liked what she saw.
He didn’t want to ruin this. He hoped she wouldn’t run. He wanted to take his time, but he didn’t know if Rey did too.
Maybe she thought they were just going to fuck it out, because he brought her into a fucking pantry to bone.
But he was determined to make this the best sex of her life, make her forget any cock she might’ve known before, if it killed him.
God, he knew it was melodramatic, but he would fucking die for her.
Ben’s hands came up to Rey’s waist, and he gently pulled her against him, much slower this time. His lips lowered to hers like he was approaching an animal easily spooked.
“I want to fuck you,” he told her, voice low and husky. Rough like gravel. He pulled back enough to see her face when he asked (in what he hoped was a seductive tone), “Can I?”
He wanted to give her an out in case he totally misread this. Hell, there was still so much that needed to be said, but he was terrified of the outright rejection.
Ben wasn’t sure if he could take it.
But if she let him fuck her, even if just once, maybe he could convince himself it would be enough.
Rey swallowed so visibly he could see it move down her throat. His tongue peeked out, running across his bottom lip.
She didn’t say the word ‘yes,’ but her chin quivered in a nod before she breathed out between them, “Please.”
Somehow he heard it even with the faded bass pounding outside the closet. The beat of it vibrated in Ben’s chest as he lurched forward and sought her lips again.
“Fuck, I’m gonna make it so good for you,” he said, but it’s unclear if she heard it. His words got swallowed up in the sound of cheering from outside, and his mind blanked as Rey’s hands went between them to touch his cock.
There wasn’t any need for more words.
Ben thrust his hips into her hand as his lips found hers again, and then they were making out amongst Snap’s Lucky Charms and Hux’s stash of s’mores Pop-Tarts.
And he knew, above all else, this was going to be the best sex of his life.
Rey was a bit lost for words.
But maybe fucking Ben Solo in a storage closet could do that to a girl.
Right now, she watched with hurriedly blinking eyes as Ben rolled a condom on what had to be the biggest cock she’d ever seen.
Like, truly massive.
And that was...going to fit inside her.
Unreal.
She didn’t imagine her night going like this. Not in a million years.
When his eyes flicked to hers, darker than a starless sky, Rey could only stare back.
It was hard to determine how she was feeling, truly. The haze of the alcohol helped her get this far, but suddenly at the point of no return, she felt far soberer.
Fuck, this was actually happening.
Rey bit her lip hard as Ben reached forward, touching her between her now bare legs, oversized Goodwill jeans pooled at her feet, sopping underwear nowhere in sight. She watched as he pulled his fingers back, coated with her wetness, and rubbed them along the length of his cock.
The pounding music stopped, switching to a slower ballad, and holy fuck, she was about to have sex to I Want It That Way by the Backstreet Boys, and that’s just how it was going to be.
Some partygoers had begun to belt the lyrics as the song blared through the speakers in the other room.
Ben didn’t seem to care about anything that wasn’t the task at (literal) hand, spitting into his palm to lubricate the rest of his dick, wrapping his hand around it. And even with the size of his hand, that cock still looked gigantic.
As he went to pick her up again, Rey was tempted to at least throw the question out there on whether or not it would fit, but then Ben’s fingers (plural) were inside her, stretching her walls as he groaned in that criminally arousing way of his.
Her mouth fell open at the sensation of him scissoring those thick digits within.
When his thumb pressed against her clit she shuddered. Okay, that was probably enough.
“I’m ready,” she’s pretty sure she whined the words near Ben’s ear, with how he hunched above her, hair falling over his face.
Rey decided she much preferred him without the stupid fratty baseball hats he wore backward all the time.
Much, much preferred.
“Fuck, Rey...” Ben groaned her name like it was the answer to every question he had. Not only that. It made her feel like she was the most important person in the world.
Or maybe just in this room.
Don’t think this is more than it isn’t, she told herself, trying to stay true to it.
But then Ben started pushing into her, and any sane thought she had imploded in a puff of smoke.
Oh god, he was huge. The stretch wasn’t uncomfortable, but a pressure expanded against the already needy throbbing inside of her. With something filling it, that stretch moved through her like spilled oil, slow and thick. An almost torturous feeling.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck...” Ben continued to swear as his cock went in and in. “Fuck, Rey. You feel—you are—it’s so fucking tight.”
Rey didn’t know how to respond. Didn’t have a clue what to say. Couldn’t do anything but let her mouth hang open with mind-numbing pleasure as Ben split her in two.
The sounds he was making made Rey dig her fingers into his shoulders. There was no doubt in her mind she was enjoying this—more than she knew she should. But Ben...he must be as gone as she was. His hands held her thighs in a tight grip, holding her to him as he pushed them against the pantry shelves. The fact that they were digging into her shoulder blades didn’t bother her. It was the farthest thing from her mind.
A wheeze expelled from her lungs as Ben slowly withdrew, pushing back in and a lot further this time. The sensation shocked her, straightening Rey’s spine as she clutched him.
Oh, fuck.
“Fuck,” she gasped with a squeak of surprise. She knew sex could feel good—great even, but she never knew it could feel like this.
“Yeah,” Ben grated in the deepest voice she’s heard thus far. His breath was hot at the edge of her jaw before his lips were on her neck, suckling the skin with a force that pulled the skin taut. Embarrassingly, she imagined a hickey on her neck that looked like a vacuum had sucked it black and blue.
That was going to be a doozy to explain later...
But Rey didn’t care. She shouldn’t even be thinking about that right now, but everything about Ben made it impossible to focus—on anything, really.
When he thrust into her a third time, he finally made it all the way in, or as far as he could go. With a grunt, Ben burrowed himself into her, smashing his hips against hers as he finally released her neck, plush lips peppering the bruise with a thoroughness that had Rey squirming in his arms.
With him filling her to the hilt—while nice and beyond amazing and all that—it was also driving her fucking crazy.
She needed him to move.
As if he could read her mind, Ben pressed his hot, spit-slick mouth against her ear so she could hear him. “I need a second,” he said with the sexiest undertone. “Or I’m gonna cum before I can get you off, and I’d rather die...”
It was a very dramatic thing to say, but it made Rey all the more in need for him than she already was.
How had she never realized how sexy every word out of his mouth sounded? Why was she so adamant about distorting it into something douchy and annoying?
Right, because they were enemies.
...Why did they hate each other again?
As they stood there—or rather, as he stood there cradling her, cock speared within her, Ben shifted her weight in his arms, using the shelf behind her to help him with his task, bringing a hand between them to thumb at her clit.
Rey gasped, squeezing her walls around him hard. The throbbing inside her began to pulse steadily as he teased her, building up her climax faster than she could keep up with.
Her breath heaved out of her lungs as she held on to him, drawing herself up and resting her upper arms on his shoulders as she arched her back. Her hips tried to push forward, wanting to move him within her, but she could only do so with shallow and unfulfilled thrusts.
“Just a little bit more, baby,” Ben said as he wound her tighter. His thumb moved in vicious little circles, slipping against the wetness from where they were joined as her cunt started to pulse harder to the point where she thought she was about to push him out with how her muscles contracted.
“B-Ben...”
Ben groaned in her ear. “Almost there...”
The music outside quieted, and Howie’s melodic voice began to sing the last lines of the bridge. The tightening of Rey’s vice grip around Ben’s cock only gets tighter. His thumb was relentless against her clit, and she knew she didn’t stand a chance.
And just as Nick Carter’s tenor belted out the start of the interlude (and to some of Rey’s absolute mortification), she came.
Her eyes shot open (when she closed them, she had no idea), but the yellow light streaming above them and her bleary vision made the junk food snacks behind Ben blur into a swirl of color and fireworks and—holy shit.
Rey’s entire body was a live wire, pulsing with electric pleasure and euphoria and the absolute most insane release of tension as her muscles spasmed. All of them.
But especially the ones encapsulating Ben Solo’s cock.
“Fuck, Rey. Fuck, fuck...”
Ben started to move, thrusting into her with a voraciousness that only prolonged her orgasm. That sharp tremor of pleasure only continued to pulse as the tip of his cock slid against her front wall with each ball's deep insert.
The result of her release squelched wetly between them, but it was a mess she would gladly make a hundred times more. “Mmh, yes, Ben.” Now it was her mouth against his ear, begging or thanking him. She couldn’t be sure.
His arms and shoulders flexed as he pressed his face into the hickey he gnawed into her neck. Teeth dragged against her skin, and Rey shuddered, holding him to her as he fucked her so hard the shelf behind them began to shake.
“Fuck, fuck, Rey...” Ben’s voice was muffled as his thrusts turned sharper until they stopped, and he burrowed himself into her, cock throbbing and pulsing and joining her in delirium.
God, he wanted to fuck her again.
Ben had barely caught his breath as he held her up against the pantry shelves. His cock was still pulsing, cum still spurting even if in meager attempts as he felt the compulsion to start thrusting again—never to stop, maybe.
He wanted to live in her pussy forever.
But his cock was softening, and it pissed him off more than it should.
Fucking useless, good for nothing—
“Ben?”
The music started thumping again, louder now and vibrating the shelves of the pantry he had Rey shoved against.
He was still panting as his cock twitched, maybe out of spite. When he withdrew, the hand he had on Rey’s clit went to grab the cum-filled condom. He carefully lowered Rey with the one arm he had holding her up. When he took a step back to pull the condom off, he noticed her eyes glancing downwards, widening at the impressive (if he said so himself) load ballooning the tip.
She was so fucking hot.
Rey bit her lip as she continued to stare at his deflated but still sizable cock as he grabbed a bag from a stash of plastic bags in a bucket in the corner of the pantry and disposed of the evidence. He took his time with it, letting her look all she wanted, maybe giving her more to think about now that they’d done the deed.
When he turned back around, Rey was still standing there: cunt out, nipples pebbled, looking so fuckable and also so well-fucked (thank you very much). Ben wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss away any doubts about what had just occurred here, about what this could mean.
He wanted to tell her this changed everything. Regardless of what she might feel, there’s no way what just happened between them could be ignored.
There was no way she could still hate him after that.
Right?
Now his insecurities were suddenly burgeoning, and they were still standing in his fucking frat pantry with their lower halves fully exposed.
Rey bent down to pick her jeans off the floor and started to step into them. Her eyes scanned the floor, looking around for her underwear, which Ben sort of remembered tossing somewhere but couldn’t seem to locate in the cramped space either. Seeming to give up, Rey finished buttoning her jeans as Ben glanced down to realize he was still mostly clothed, not having the time to take anything off except for his own ripped-open pants shoved halfway down his thighs.
He tucked himself back in as he thought of words he could say that didn’t completely fuck this up.
They just fucked, but it had to mean more than just a quickie in the closet. It did for him.
But Ben wasn’t sure. Rey wasn’t meeting his eyes, just fretfully fixing her clothes and chewing her bottom lip like she was waiting for him to step aside and let her out of the goddamn pantry.
No, he couldn’t just let her go. He couldn’t let her think this was all it was. He couldn’t go back to how it was before.
There was no way he could go back to their humanities class, argue with her across the room, and not get to fuck her after. There was no way.
Maybe the only chance he had was to go all in, and if she still rejected him, at least he could say he tried.
Even with all the alcohol he consumed in his system, Ben’s mind had never been clearer.
“I think you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He didn’t expect the laugh to escape her throat as she slid her hands into her back pockets, still not meeting his gaze.
”I’m serious.” Ben hated how he suddenly felt so small, that nagging feeling of being undeserving started talking shit in the back of his mind.
She thinks you’re just another fratty asshole dick. Not worth a second thought—
“You don’t have to do that,” Rey said, waving a hand in the air like she was swatting away an invisible fly.
Abruptly, the music stopped outside. Poe Dameron could be heard shouting something, sounding like an annoyed barb intended for Snap, but it was finally much quieter, and Ben was no longer forced to raise his voice.
“You don’t believe me.” He didn’t ask it as a question because it was clear as day that she didn’t.
Rey shrugged. “We already did it. You don’t have to say nice things to me just because.” She sounded defensive, kind of like how she sometimes was in class. Ready to combat him at every turn.
“I’m not just saying shit—I really fucking mean it.” He responded just as defensively for reasons he still hadn’t adequately thought about. He couldn’t help it. Rey just invoked the reaction from him.
“You fucked me in a closet, don’t think I’m expecting anything...more...” Rey’s blush was so fucking adorable, but her understanding was so fucking misconstrued.
And he knew it was all his fault. Because he was a fucking idiot.
Why didn’t he fucking take her upstairs?
“Well, I want to do more.” And because he was a fucking idiot, he couldn’t make his words not sound so fucking stupid. “I want to fuck you again.”
“I’m sure you do.” Then Rey laughed again, like his ridiculous attempts at wooing her were going just as terribly as he knew they were. “Wasn’t Bazine just hanging off of you moments before you decided to grind against my ass?”
Fuck, why wasn’t he soberer?
“Yeah, I do.” If there was any trace of blood pumping into his brain, Ben couldn’t detect any. He was pretty sure it was all still pooled around his cock because he was getting hard again in his frustration, which he determined to be the cause of what he said next. “And for the record, I broke up with Bazine. Not that there was really anything to break.”
Rey still sounded disbelieving—maybe just defensive. Maybe this was all for self-preservation. Maybe they were more alike than he originally thought.
“Well, that’s great for you. Do you want a gold star or something? A reward for being a real stand up guy?”
How could he have possibly fucked this up so much? How could she not see how fucking gone for her he was?
Ben’s mouth moved before his brain could catch up. ”Well, I’m pretty sure I’m fucking in love with you, so it’s really more about that than anything else.”
Finally, he rendered her speechless. Rey stared at him like she didn’t hear him correctly. “What?”
Without the music blasting, Ben had no excuse to yell, but the force of which the words expelled from him was like a dam breaking after the onslaught of a hurricane. “I said I fucking love you. I’m fucking in love with you, Rey. I should’ve done this better. I should’ve fucked you in my bed for the first time and not some fucking closet. I want to fuck you in my bed so bad. I’d eat you out first, make you come so many times. You drive me crazy, and all I want to do is fuck you and take you out to any restaurant you want. I’ll take you to fucking P.F. Changs and get you every appetizer on the menu. Unlimited lettuce wraps. I want to kiss you whenever I see you and sit beside you instead of across from you in Kanata’s lecture hall. I want to hold your hand, walk you to class, and take you to Formal if you want, or not if the idea of it sounds terrible to you. I don’t care. But I’m sick of only seeing you three times a week. I’m sick of only getting to speak to you when you’re arguing with me. I’ve thought about you smiling at me every goddamn day. Just once. Just once, Rey. Fuck, if I could make you smile just fucking once...”
And then Ben stopped speaking because, to his utter disbelief, Rey was smiling—possibly also in disbelief, but it was still there, dimpling her cheeks and making Ben’s heart expand three sizes as he willed himself not to scoop her up into his arms and kiss that smile and claim it as his without further confirmation.
But he did none of those things, waiting with his breath held as Rey’s smile stretched across her face, and she shook her head.
“I...can't believe you told me all of that in a frat closet...”
Ben had no idea what to make of that. No idea if it meant she felt the same way. If he laid his heart out on the line only for her to think him a fool.
But at least he told her and left nothing to misinterpretation. Whatever came of it might break him, but he would at least have this closet.
It wasn’t the saddest thing in the world...but it was pretty fucking close.
“You love me?”
Rey’s question whipped Ben out of his incoming depression, forcing him to re-evaluate his doubts and focus on the now. When he looked at her, she still seemed unsure, but he swore behind that uncertainty was hope.
And maybe he hadn’t fucked this up completely...
“Yes,” he said with clarity and all the assurance he could muster. His hands reached for her, unable to stand not touching her, not showing her just how much.
“I thought you hated me,” Rey said softly. Ben wanted to curse his stupidity for ever letting her think that. Never again.
“I thought you hated me,” he rebutted with a murmur, bringing her face cradled in his hands to his and kissing her assuredly in the privacy of the frat food pantry.
Ben deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into Rey’s mouth. Fuck, he planned to show her just how much he adored her. All fucking night, if he could just get her upstairs...
The door to the food pantry suddenly swung open, followed by a chorus of hoots unmistakably coming from his brothers.
Pulling away from the kiss, Ben shifted his body, covering Rey mostly from view of the open doorway.
Poe was standing there, a shit-eating grin on his face. “Well, well...what do we have here?”
“Fuck off, Dameron,” Ben snapped, twisting his arm behind him to wrap it around Rey.
“You doing the dirty where we keep our snacks?” Poe wiggled his eyebrows as Snap howled beside him. “That’s pretty fucking ripe, bro.”
Fuckers.
“None of your fucking business.”
Poe laughed loudly. “Mitaka was the one to notice something interesting peeking out from underneath the door...” And then Poe was holding up Rey’s underwear in his hand.
Ben was going to kill him.
Rey stiffened behind him as Ben reached to swipe them from Poe’s hand.
He would never live this down, but he would be damned if they scared Rey off after he just got her.
Ben kept his arm around Rey as he walked them out of the closet, stiff-arming Poe as he went.
“Dude, we’re happy for you both. Hey, Rey. It’s about fucking time Solo stopped fucking around and finally made a move. He never shut up about you, you know—“
“I’m so sorry about them,” Ben apologized as he corralled them through his pack of rowdy brethren. “We can get out of here if you want.”
But Rey stopped him at the foot of the stairs, just a few feet away from the front door. She opened her mouth and then closed it, and for a moment, Ben thought it was all fucked—he’d fucked it up already.
Before he could start a slew of apologies, Rey’s hands found his.
“You said something about wanting to fuck me in your bed and eating me out a few times?” Her smile was so fucking cute. Ben still couldn’t believe she was directing it at him. “I mean...if that offer is still on the table, maybe we could go upstairs?”
Ben wasn’t sure if he hallucinated what he heard, but he knew better than to question it. Without a word, he scooped Rey up in his arms and headed for the stairs.
His mouth had a lot to make up for.
It was simple.
Ben Solo was the enemy.
But now?
Well, he was so, so the opposite of that.
And Rey couldn’t be happier.