in the eyes of the beholder

by Hormonal_Trashbag

Summary:

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin,” he scoffed.

Rey swallowed, unconsciously taking a step back towards the hall. She didn’t want to admit that he had called her out so quickly--but when he had asked, told, demanded that she model for him, she hadn’t agreed to be naked. Her cheeks flushed with shame.

He sighed loudly, making a point of how inconvenient she was making this for him.

“I don’t care if you’ve been fucked or not,” he said, stalking back to where she stood in the doorway, skittish and on the verge of scurrying back down the stairs.

“Just don’t be such a baby about it,” he continued in a grumble, tugging her into the room by the hem of her shirt, stretching out the material.

As if knowing she wouldn’t take it off herself, Ben lifted it over her head, tossing it carelessly aside. He then nudged her in the direction of the chaise, smacking her backside as she stumbled a step forward.

“Take off the rest and get comfortable. I’ll arrange you when I’m ready.”

Notes:

• For Inayaluic.

READ THE TAGS!!!!!! Ben is a giant manipulative asshole in this fic. He doesn't ask for permission and he doesn't apologize. Ye be warned.

Chapter 1

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Rey had doubts from the moment the neighbor boy approached her. He had cornered her at the mailbox, standing between her and the driveway so that she had to step around his broad form if she wanted to take Grandpa Sheev’s mail inside. 

 

“Have you ever considered modeling?”

 

He didn’t introduce himself and though she had seen him in passing, Rey wasn’t sure what his name was. Brent? Ken? Something like that. She might have laughed if he had asked any other girl on the planet. His voice was low, deep enough to make her belly flip over.

 

It was too hot for this. Grandpa Sheev had retired in sleepy Gilbert, Arizona, where there was a church steeple at every mile down the main road as if to mark the distance. She was only there because her mom felt bad that he was all on his own.

 

Rey was convinced that was for good reason. 

 

At least he had a pool. 

 

It helped soothe the fact that almost everyone on their street was another retiree. Whoever the hell this moody behemoth wearing full black in the middle of this summer hellscape was , he was the only person in the culdesac who was remotely close to her age. He had also spent the last two weeks of summer vacation ignoring her existence, so far as she could tell.

 

“No,” she stuttered back eventually when he didn’t move from her path at her silent response. “No one’s ever asked me to.”

 

This was the wrong thing to say.

 

“I’m asking,” he told her. 

 

It didn’t feel like he was asking her anything if Rey was honest. He kept staring down at her with those dark, intense eyes. If he was trying to be subtle when ogling her chest, he was far from successful.

 

She wondered what he saw in her small tits, they didn’t often garner this kind of attention. Probably that they didn’t sag, like the rest of their neighbors. Rey knew that she was a far cry from the curvy women with big, jiggly tits that he’d see in pornos. He would know that too, after his thorough inspection.

 

“Are you?” she mused, unconvinced.

 

“Be next door at nine tomorrow.”

 

Rey hadn’t agreed to anything but it seemed he had already made his mind up. How convenient for him.

 

“What--”

 

“It doesn’t matter what you wear,” he continued briskly, two massive paws shoving into his jeans pockets. 

 

Well, goodie for her. 

 

“That isn’t the point--”

 

“I’ll see you tomorrow morning,” he concluded, stalking back towards his house. Apparently, no further discussion was necessary. “Don’t be late.”

 

She gaped at the wide expanse of his back, covered in obnoxious black layers, as the neighbor boy disappeared through his front door, escaping back into the air conditioning. What the actual fuck just happened?

 

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Why had she shown up? Rey didn’t know what she was thinking. She was in no way obligated to roll out of bed early for some weirdo vampire boy that lived next door during her final summer vacation. She didn’t plan to go home for the summers once she made it into a university, not when she could take classes and graduate early instead.

 

His parents’ cars, usually parked in the driveway, were absent. They must have left for work.

 

She was on the verge of turning around and fleeing back to her Grandpa’s house when the door opened, eliminating that plan of action.

 

Too late now.

 

“You’re here,” he said, though by his tone it wasn’t what he meant. 

 

What he meant was, you’re late. Or perhaps, don’t waste my time. Either way, he didn’t seem particularly pleased to see her on his doorstep, despite being the one to one to invite her. Maybe that was just his face.

 

Lord, was he wearing a turtleneck?! It was one-fifteen out! She should still leave--this guy was clearly a psychopath.

 

Taking his words to heart, she had worn a pair of leggings and a Batman tee, not bothering to wear a bra because quite frankly, she didn’t need the support and the extra layer made her sweat more. That had been a mistake because the moment she stepped inside, a shiver ran down her whole body, her nipples poking into hard points through her cotton shirt under his wordless appraisal. 

 

It was freezing, likely so he could keep up his undead look. How ridiculous.

 

He pivoted away from her, apparently expecting her to follow him, just like that. She didn’t even know his name.

 

So she told him so.

 

Neighbor boy looked back at her from over his stupidly wide shoulder. 

 

“I’m Ben,” he said flatly, “and you’re Rey.”

 

Okay, that was sort of creepy. How did he know her name? They’ve scarcely said more than ten words to each other. She pursed her lips together, still standing in the foyer, crossing her arms over her chest.

 

“My mom told me,” he said, rolling his eyes, adding with a sneer, “She told me to play nice with the sweet girl next door.”

 

Rey had a distinct feeling that was the last thing he intended to do.

 

But fine. She really had nothing better to do, besides lounge by Grandpa Sheev’s pool all day because he was ancient and didn’t have Netflix or Hulu, or even cable. He had plenty of super-conservative literature he kept trying to shove down her throat, though, and Ben didn’t seem to be that kind of creep at the very least.

 

Resigning herself, Rey sighed, following him.

 

He didn’t look back again, leading her through the living room and up the sweeping stairs.

 

Ben was used to getting his way, it seemed.

 

He brought her to a small reading room, where he had already re-arranged the furniture to his pleasing. She sincerely doubted that his mother would have placed the white tufted chaise in the middle of the room, away from the side tables against the wall. 

 

“Strip,” he told her, not even facing the same direction as he fiddled with something out of sight.

 

The single word struck her like a fist, knocking the air from her lungs. 

 

Rey barked a startled laugh. Otherwise, she might slap him. 

 

“Are you planning to draw me like one of your french girls?”

 

Finally, he glanced over at her.

 

“Drawing is messy,” he replied, unamused. “I’m a photographer.”

 

His voice implied she should have somehow divined this knowledge, and never dare imply he would draw. What a crime.

 

“It’s from Titanic,” she muttered.

 

He hummed, turning back and repeating in a firm tone, “Strip.”

 

Wow, so it wasn’t going to be a discussion at all. Ben fully expected her to get naked just like that, with no arguments, and no questions asked. Simply because it was what he wanted.

 

“Why should I?”

 

Ben exhaled slowly through his nostrils, losing his patience. “Did you come over here to waste my time? I need a bare canvas and we’re going to lose the morning light.”

 

He spoke with a harder edge, one that made her nervous. She wasn’t sure if she liked the way her belly twisted.

 

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin,” he scoffed.

 

Rey swallowed, unconsciously taking a step back towards the hall. She didn’t want to admit that he had called her out so quickly--but when he had asked, told, demanded that she model for him, she hadn’t agreed to be naked. Her cheeks flushed with shame.

 

He sighed loudly, making a point of how inconvenient she was making this for him.

 

“I don’t care if you’ve been fucked or not,” he said, stalking back to where she stood in the doorway, skittish and on the verge of scurrying back down the stairs. 

 

“Just don’t be such a baby about it,” he continued in a grumble, tugging her into the room by the hem of her shirt, stretching out the material. 

 

As if knowing she wouldn’t take it off herself, Ben lifted it over her head, tossing it carelessly aside. He then nudged her in the direction of the chaise, smacking her backside as she stumbled a step forward.

 

“Take off the rest and get comfortable. I’ll arrange you when I’m ready.”

 

Rey scrambled to do as she was told, her fingers trembling as she peeled the stretchy leggings down her thighs, not sure how to interpret the warmth pooling low in her belly in response to her stinging asscheek. She didn’t dare glance his way as she removed her plain thong, her exposed skin breaking out in goosebumps.

 

Taking a deep, steadying breath, she leaned against the sloped cushion, her eyes darting everywhere but at him. She would lose her nerves if she saw the span of his shoulders, contained in the tight, black sweater. When a few seconds ticked past like hours, she closed her eyes, biting her lower lip.

 

Her heart leaped at the tell-tale jingle of a belt being unbuckled, swallowing thickly at the following thump of his jeans falling to the floor.

 

Her eyes flew open as she sat up abruptly. “What are you doing?”

 

She should not have looked at him. 

 

Ben was naked. Like, naked, naked. She could see his penis, and everything, dangling from a thick thatch of dark pubic hair. His camera rested against his flat stomach and Rey was pretty sure it was unjust that this artsy nerd was built like a brick house.

 

“Creating atmosphere,” he said easily. 

 

As if that was all he needed to say. Rey was right in her initial assessment of him, Ben was verifiably insane.

 

“No, I don’t think so, asshole,” she snapped, standing in protest. 

 

His gaze flicked to between her legs and Rey squeaked, curling one hand over the mound of her sex, her other arm slapping over her bare chest.

 

“I thought we decided you weren’t going to be a baby,” he told her in a stern tone. “If your instincts believe you’re about to get fucked, the camera will believe it too. Grow the fuck up.”

 

Rey was not the problem here. 

 

“I-- you-- just because I’m willing to let you bully me into taking nudes--I don’t see why you need to be naked--”

 

He shushed her, gently prying her hands away from her body, walking her back to the chaise.

 

“Calm your little, bitty titties,” he chuckled, shaking his head. His smile was cruel and condescending as if he was explaining something to a kid. “You think this is bullying? I’m just taking some pictures.”

 

She stumbled onto her backside when she hit the edge of the seat cushion, her legs sprawling open in her clumsy fall.

 

He smirked, lifting the camera to his face and clicking furiously. “Cute. Did you shave that baby pussy for me? It’s so pink and smooth.”

 

Rey gasped in disbelief. No one had ever spoken to her like this, and she hated how it made her want to rub her thighs together.

 

He reached around her waist, lifting her further up the cushion, and she could feel him hardening against her thigh as he kneeled on the edge of the chaise. She felt feverish with sudden panic, her blush spreading down to her chest.

 

Click, click, click, click, click, click.

 

“I bet I’m the first one to see your cunt, huh?”

 

She flinched at the word, feeling filthy all over. 

 

He laughed outright, startling her. “Aw, poor baby. Does dirty talk embarrass you? Just relax. I can tell how stiff you are through the lens.”

 

His smile was actually kind of adorable, though she would rather die than ever admit it to him. 

 

“I…I can’t,” she whimpered, overwhelmed.

 

He was so much larger than her, his width nearly twice hers, and with him crouched over her so intimately, she was hyperaware of how much of him there was. It wasn’t just his cock, resting heavily against her, but the span of his waist and the pinning weight of him, pressing her into the chaise.

 

He chided her gently, his large warm palms shoving against the backs of her thighs, bending her knees to press them flat to her chest. 

 

“That’s okay, I’ll just create more tension in the scene for you. Hold that for me, pet. You can be as stiff as you want.”

 

Click, click, click, click, click.

 

Her chest heaved. He had the camera angled directly above, and Rey had never felt so exposed before. Her labia felt thick and slippery, anticipating his attention even if the thought of him touching her made her tremble anxiously. She’d never let someone touch her, had barely explored herself with her own fingers, and yet she lay beneath him like his latest conquest, an open, throbbing sore.

 

He clucked at her, letting his camera fall to his belly. “That’s not working either. If I help you relax will you stop being such a prude?”

 

Rey bristled, glazing over the offer to help her relax because she honestly wasn’t sure she wanted him to explain what he meant.

 

“I’m not a prude. You’re a prick.”

 

He grinned, enjoying himself. “Poor little miss goody-goody, your whole face is cherry red. Have you ever cum before, or are you too much of a prude to finger your virgin pussy? You must need it so badly.”

 

She burned with mortification. “That’s not true--”

 

“Oh, no?” he drawled, settling more of his weight against her. His cock was scorching against the delicate skin of her thigh. “Prove it, then. Let me see you play with your little pussy, if you aren’t such a prude.”

 

Rey flopped her jaw at him uselessly. Was there no middle ground? Either she become an exhibitionist or she was a prude? That wasn’t fair.

 

“Life isn’t fair,” he mocked.

 

She hadn’t meant to speak aloud. When she only stared up at him, unable to form another coherent thought, he leaned down, pecking her eyelids and cheeks with sweet, deceptive affection.

 

“It’s okay, little pet. I’ll take care of it for you. I’ll make everything all better, I promise.”

 

Two broad fingers pressed against the seam of her mouth, prodding past her lips and ordering in a low rumble, “Suck.”

 

Rey suckled on the thick digits obediently, her eyelids sliding shut as he moaned. It was a deep, rich sound that she could feel in her belly, making her mind go blank.

 

“Fuck, pet,” he hissed, “use your tongue. Pretend you’re licking my dick.”

 

She could see the flash of his camera through the skin of her eyelids as she sliced her tongue between his fingers, flicking the thin arch of skin where they met.

 

Click, click, click, click, click.

 

He dragged his fingers free, her lips releasing them with a soft, wet pop. 

 

“That’s my good little pet,” he crooned, dragging his fingertips down her chin, trailing saliva in their wake. “It’s so much easier when we do as we’re told, huh?”

 

Rey whimpered, shaking her head. “Don’t talk down to me, I’m not a child.”

 

Ben smiled indulgently. “Of course not, pet. Just because you need a little help doesn’t make you a child.”

 

Blunt fingertips grazing over her abdomen prevented further argument, Rey going perfectly still as he drew closer to her slit, unsure if she wanted to trap his hand between her shaky legs or shove it away. Ben made the decision for her.

 

He hissed through grit teeth as he slowly stroked along her cleft, “You’re so wet for me, baby slut.”

 

“Oh!”

 

Ben chuckled, brushing lightly over her clit in a gradual circle. “Do you like that?”

 

“Nuh-uh,” she huffed, though there was no sense in denying what he could clearly feel.

 

“Yes, you do,” he countered, grinding down with more pressure.

 

Click, click, click, click.

 

He was taking so many shots of her, though the clicking of his camera had become part of the ambiance. She didn’t even know what it was for, or who would get to see them once they were developed. Not knowing should have bothered her much more than it did, but it was hard to focus on anything beyond the coiling pressure that was building in her core.

 

Her hips rolled to meet his touch, finding the natural rhythm automatically. He was a weirdo and a total creep, and Rey still wasn’t sure that she didn’t hate him, but Ben certainly knew how to make her feel good.

 

“There you go,” he whispered, turning his wrist to press his thumb against her swollen clit. 

 

There was another frenzy of clicks as he stroked at her entrance with his pointer finger, and Rey gasped at the unusual intrusion. 

 

“Ben…”

 

“I’ve got you, don’t worry. Turn your brain off for a little bit and let me take care of you. Stop fighting it.”

 

That sounded nice, actually. Not needing to think. Not needing to make decisions. Nothing but sensation.

 

Rey surrendered with a groan, muscles clenching around the stretch of his finger.

 

“That’s my good little pet, my baby slut. I knew you’d be such a perfect girl. I just needed to get you to open up for me first, huh?”

 

He thrust slowly, penetrating deeper with each languid stroke. Her own fumbling touches in the past had been focused on her clit. She hadn’t felt the need to fill that void then but now, he was stoking a fire within her. One that threatened to consume her.

 

Ben slipped a second finger alongside the other, crooking them just so, growling as her cunt made slick sounds around his digits. He was grinding against a place yet left untouched within her with pointed precision, his thrusts gradually growing faster, the wet, sloppy noises growing louder.

 

“Ben-- BEN!”

 

The pressure was building into something dangerous and unknown, a maelstrom churning inside her, and fear gripped her. It was too much, she couldn’t do it, her body threatened to split in two. She groaned, her hips writhing, shaking her head as she resisted the blinding heat, tears spilling down her cheeks. She tried pushing his wrist away, but it was like battering against a mountain. He was unbudgeable, and then it was too late to stop the impending explosion.

 

Her entire body seized around him, her cunt squeezing in hot, gushing waves as the air was forced from her lungs. Stars burst before her eyes and she shouted against the white light consuming her vision, unable to do anything but take it.

 

He pressed mercilessly against her clit with the pad of his thumb, delighting when she arched off the cushion with a helpless shriek, a dark, rumbling sound of amusement filling his chest.

 

“Be a good pet for me and keep still, okay? You look so pretty like this, all worn out from cumming. I want to use the last of the direct morning light coming in from the southern windows.”

 

Rey didn’t reply, gasping to regain her breath, still conscious of his fingers buried in her cunt. He wasn’t looking for a response this time, shifting her arms up around her head so that her chest popped out more, and her legs lay splayed open to his camera lens. She imagined this was what she would look like after being fucked for real, unable to move after he wrenched such delectable pleasure from her body. 

 

She wasn’t even aware of when he was taking photos anymore, still buzzing with aftershocks. Every few minutes he shifts her slightly, but Rey was stuck floating in a state of semi-consciousness, her limbs heavy. Ben had switched her brain off, just like he promised, and she was utterly at peace. 

 

He hummed at last, pleased with what he’d captured so far. She couldn’t help smiling when he praised her in a soft tone, “You’re doing so well for me, pretty pet. We’ll be ready for the second scene soon, I just need to finish getting you ready.”

 

Rey squeaked when he stroked along her swollen cleft, gathering her slickness on his fingertips. A moment later, he made a low groan, though it wasn’t loud enough to cover the distinct sound of skin slapping against skin. She peered up at him, blinking in muted shock as she watched him tug roughly on his cock, her arousal coating him in a sleek shine. 

 

“Ready?” she repeated, unable to hide her wariness.

 

He grunted, gripping himself at the base of his thick length, his knuckles turning white under the strain.

 

“I have all of my ‘before’ shots taken, now we’ll need the ‘after’ shots as well.”

 

“After?” 

 

He laughed, but there was nothing kind about his tone. “Poor baby slut, did you short-circuit when I made you cum? Don’t worry, I can give you another reboot.”

 

Another reboot…? Rey whimpered, uncertain she would survive a second time, not with the way he touched her. It was too much, she wasn’t ready.

 

She didn’t have the chance to formulate a response. Ben let his cock go and it swang heavily, slapping against her labia wetly. He grasped her hips with enough pressure to leave bruises, lifting her pelvis and grinding his length along her pussy. It had seemed big when she had seen it, but with his cock gliding through her folds, she could truly feel how massive he was.

 

Something of that magnitude would leave her insides in shambles. She’d need emergency surgery for internal bleeding after being pierced by what could only be classified as a deadly weapon.

 

Ben made a tsk-ing sound, shaking his head with disapproval. “Pet, don’t start fighting me now. I thought you were a big girl.”

 

“B--But--” She stammered, pushing her hands against his wide chest. He didn’t move. He was too strong to push off, and he didn’t intend to stop.

 

“It was scary before, but cumming felt so good, didn’t it? If I had let you stop me, you wouldn’t have squirted all over my fingers.”

 

Rey looked at the ceiling. The gauzy, white curtains that let the morning light through. Her Batman t-shirt crumpled on the floor.

 

Ben wouldn’t let her avoid him, lightly swatting her tit and drawing her gaze back. He spoke forcefully and with the certainty of someone with ample experience.

 

“Someone’s gonna fuck this tight, little hole, at least I know what I’m doing.”

 

Rey sniffled, feeling very small under his scathing gaze. 

 

“Or maybe a baby virgin like you wants some kid’s pencil dick to fuck you. A man’s cock is too big and scary, huh?”

 

He couldn’t be more than two or three years older than her, which in her opinion still qualified him as a boy, but unfortunately, he had every reason to be full of himself.

 

“No, I just--”

 

“You just want to run away and hide. You act all big and grown-up but I see you. I know the truth.”

 

“And what’s that?”

 

When would she learn? She should have kept her mouth shut.

 

“The truth is, you need to do the things you’re afraid of but you can’t unless someone forces you to.”

 

The broad, bulbous head of his cock tapped against her slick hole, a promise of what was to come. She tried to close her legs but he was already wedged between them, holding her wide open for him.

 

“I’m right, aren’t I?” he crooned, prodding the tip in slightly. “You’d stay a baby virgin for the rest of your life if I let you do things your way. Do you really want that?” 

 

“Well, no, but--”

 

Ben purred, a feline with a trapped mouse. He had talked her right into a corner and now it was to feed on the prey he’d captured.

 

“No ‘buts,’” he scolded, “Take a deep breath for me, pet, I’ll make it quick.”

 

Rey didn’t think, inhaling sharply with the sort of blind obedience he expected, and suddenly she was full. Too full. Bursting. He was inside her, taking up space no one had been allowed to before, and if she moved an inch, her skin would split apart around his girth.

 

“See? Not so scary now, huh?”

 

She gasped, grasping at his shoulders with hooked fingers, drawing a hiss from between his teeth as her nails dragged down his back. It wasn’t the absolute agony she had anticipated, but she wasn’t going to give him to satisfaction of being right. Not about her…or this. 

 

He was conscious of how straining the stretch was at first, groaning into the crook of her neck as he slowly withdrew, his hot breath puffing against her skin. When she looked down to watch his cock sink back into her body, she saw a streak of her blood staining his flesh and had to squeeze her eyes shut once more.

 

He thrust deeper with every steady rock of his hips, each impact knocking the air from her chest and driving her further up the chaise.

 

Rey was almost thankful when he reached between their joined bodies, his fingertips fumbling for a moment before honing on her clit, rolling the hard bud roughly. The gratitude lasted only seconds before the jolts of electric sensation sizzling under her skin became too much.

 

“Ahhh!”

 

“There you go, little pet,” he rumbled, applying too much pressure as he ground his fingers. “Fuck, you’re so tight… I can’t hold back anymore.”

 

Rey whimpered, trying to ignore the slick squelching sounds as he jerked into her with increasing momentum. Her body was not her own, clenching and sucking him in, creating an embarrassing, wet mess. It ached in an unfamiliar way she couldn’t really hate, arching and thrusting to meet him in instinctive motions beyond her control.

 

“You’re okay,” he insisted, his open, panting mouth molding to her skin, pulling her past his teeth and leaving blooming, red blemishes in his wake. “You can handle it.”

 

He was so certain of this fact she almost started to believe him.

 

“Ben, I…”

 

“A whole baby can fit through this tiny hole. Even my cock isn’t that big.”

 

Ben snickered at his own crude joke, his hands sliding beneath her backside to guide her unpracticed, rocking motions with more emphasis, dragging her body further onto his cock with each thrust.

 

Oh, god, it made her feel so alive, every nerve-ending now at attention, ready to receive his touch, bending to meet it when the magnetism of their careening bodies created heat and delicious tension. She was spiraling, utterly out of control and at his mercy.

 

His balls were slick and heavy as they struck her bottom, wet claps and their mingled gasps forming an erotic tableau of sound. He was pushing her towards that dangerous, terrifying explosion that had overcome her before, relentless as he fucked her.

 

“Shit!” he seethed, his grip on her hips growing painful. “I’m so close, Rey. You gonna be a good little cumbucket?”

 

She startled.

 

Cumbucket? 

 

Rey swallowed, her heart jumping to her throat as her dissonant mind tried to piece the meaning of both words in congruence. But…he couldn’t, right? He wasn’t wearing a condom and he had no way of knowing that her mom had put her on birth control over a year ago with a wry reminder that she had been young once, too, and was nowhere near to being ready to become a grandma. Ben wouldn’t be that reckless, would he?

 

“Wai--wait…” she said, voice cracking with emotion, uncertainty swelling in her chest.

 

His frantic thrusts grew sloppy, a low, gravelly moan breaking in his throat as he clenched her hips, holding her flat against him. A staggered gasp flew from her lips as he throbbed deep inside, warmth spilling within the cradle of her body, her eyes rolling back as her jaw lolled. Rey ignited with all the force of a supernova, consumed by a cataclysmic reaction that could only be triggered by him.

 

By his cum, thick and warm in her cunt. 

 

She sobbed, unable to process the overload of sensation, her walls clamping down on his cock as her thighs shook with her orgasm. Fire licked up the length of her spine, spreading down to her curling toes.

 

She couldn’t contain herself, crying out in a high keen, “Ben!”

 

He nuzzled her throat, grunting softly each time she seized around him, each convulsion swallowing his spend deeper.

 

“I knew you’d be a sweet little cumbucket, taking it all for me,” he praised, his smile pressed into her shoulder. “Fuck, you’re so tiny, pet. The perfect cock-sleeve. I’m gonna pound this baby hole until it's ruined for anyone else.”

 

She had no answer to give. Rey was still floating several feet above her body, waiting to drift back to earth. He didn’t need a response, though. Not a verbal one, at the very least, satisfied by the catatonic state he’d put her in.

 

He took a final, deep breath, exhaling slowly through his nostrils, pushing his dark hair out of his sweaty face.

 

She heard the click of a lighter being ignited, then another long sigh, releasing a thick plume of sweet, heavy smoke. It curled in the space around them, hanging in the air like fog. Rey stared blankly as it spread around the room, watching the twisting plumes as they dissipated and were replaced by another puff of smooth smoke.

 

Click, click, click, click, click.

 

He was taking pictures again, and if he needed adjustments from her, he didn’t make it known. Rey wouldn’t have been able to move if he’d asked her to.

 

“You can go to sleep,” he told her in a bland tone, his face hidden behind the camera. “I’ll take care of the rest, little pet.”

 

He would, she knew. Whether she liked it or not.

 

Rey surrendered.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 2

Notes:

APPARENTLY, I'M NO LONGER CAPABLE OF ONE-SHOTS. I am just determined to turn myself into a liar because he's a mini follow-up chapter. Mind the new tags!

Thank you for all the love!! This fic has been so much fun to write. There WILL NOT be a third chapter, I mean it this time.

He was patient. He had to be. Ben had waited until the right moment, for the perfect circumstances to align themselves, and finally, it was time.

 

He’d already checked from the window in his bedroom, which happily overlooked old man Palpatine’s sparkling pool. He’d jerked off so many times this summer, peering down at Rey as she cluelessly lounged in the sun, exposing as much luscious skin as possible, like she was a lizard soaking up the heat on a desert-baked rock. Fuck, he loved how naive she was.

 

The prettiest pictures captured innocence in the moment of ruin. 

 

She was there again today, in a tiny, pale pink bikini. Baby whore.

 

He’d thought he’d ruined her already. But there she lay, blissfully unaware of how she taunted him, her perfectly pert ass pointed to the desert sky. It couldn’t go unpunished.

 

He watched as Palpatine backed his black Mercedes out of the drive. He went to regular meetings at the local Lodge, the wrinkly fucking creep. Ben hated the thought of her under that man’s roof. Even if she was his granddaughter. 

 

Once the Mercedes turned at the end of the street, he tucked a pack of cigarettes into his t-shirt sleeve and wrapped his camera strap around his neck. Ben already had what he needed for his portfolio, heavily cropped and touched up in Photoshop--the originals were for him alone -- but the late afternoon sun made her tanned skin glow and it would be a waste to miss it.

 

It was past five in the afternoon, so he didn’t have to worry about frying at least. He’d have heatstroke if he tried to cover up for longer than five minutes and he wasn’t about to embarrass himself by making a rookie mistake like that in front of Rey. She probably already thought he was a freak for wearing long sleeves.

 

He was a freak.

 

Though, not because of that. Turning into a broiled lobster was far from pleasant, especially when he reached the peeling stage. Besides, swimming in a pool at night was equally enjoyable if you asked him.

 

He slipped on his Adidas slides when he stepped out on the back patio, pushing his sunglasses up his nose as he stepped into the late afternoon and through the side gate. Most people didn’t bother to lock their gates, everyone knew everyone in this neighborhood, and they were mostly a bunch of old fogeys. God, he hated it here.

 

But all he needed to do was stroll through old man Palpatine’s side yard, reaching over the gate to release the latch, and there she was. She was playing some kind of bubbly pop on a small, bluetooth stereo, he hardly paid enough attention to that shit to recognize the ‘artist.’ He used the term loosely, here.

 

Ben listened to real music, thank you very much.

 

He approached her from behind, laying belly-down on a reclining chair that had been lowered to lay perpendicular to the ground. She was facing away from him, humming along to the music and bobbing one of her feet in the air to the beat, reading a trashy magazine. Her bikini was nothing but scraps held together with flimsy strings, unable to contain her peachy backside.

 

Ben stood there for a moment, wondering how long it would take for her to notice his presence if he didn’t make it known. Five minutes? Ten? It made him twitch in his cargo shorts--he hadn’t bothered with briefs.

 

He had waited long enough, though, and his patience was dwindling rapidly. He needed her.

 

More than he was willing to admit.

 

Ben leaned over to scoop up the tiny stereo, holding down the power button until the music went silent.

 

She whirled around, her jaw falling open as her gaze drifted up and up and up to find his.

 

“Ben?”

 

“You looked lonely out here,” he mused.

 

He laughed when she could only stare back at him with a stumped expression.

 

She probably was lonely, with only her grandfather for company. He hadn’t seen anyone visit and she wasn’t from Gilbert anyway, so who would she know? He was a loner by choice, but girls like her probably had a whole clique of giggling friends to surround her. Pretty girls always did.

 

“I guess,” she muttered, not hiding her obvious bemusement, her gaze following him suspiciously as he placed the stereo back on the pool deck.

 

Ben liked that about her, though. She was so damn expressive, with those bright, doe-like eyes, green and glittering up at him. His cock hardened against his thigh, trapped within the confines of his shorts.

 

He watched her lips flatten into a nervous line as her gaze was drawn to the growing bulge in his pants, her freckled cheeks flushing with the sort of innocent shame he should have fucked out of her already.

 

“Like what you see?” he teased, gripping himself through his shorts.

 

She gulped, her eyes dropping to the deck. “No.”

 

Ben laughed. “Liar.”

 

Her eyes shot back to his face in an instant, blazing with indignance. “You took advantage of me--”

 

“I made you cum,” he spoke over her, adding wryly, “Twice.”

 

That shut her up. Ben knew it would, poor pet. She was so embarrassed over nothing.

 

“Sit up,” he said.

 

Rey rolled off her belly, worrying her bottom lip as she twisted to sit towards him. She made it almost too easy. 

 

He popped the button at the top of his fly, tearing the zipper down and releasing his cock, swollen and ruddy for her. With her perched on the edge of the recliner, her face was level with his crotch, he had only to take a few strides between them.

 

“You’re crazy if you think I’m going to--”

 

Ben stepped closer and having his dick pointed towards her chin forced her jaw to slam shut in shock.

 

“I think you’re very mouthy, for a cumbucket,” he said, dragging his tip across her cheek, smearing the bead of moisture that had spilled from the slit.

 

She squirmed, thighs rubbing together, instinctively seeking friction. Gotcha.

 

“I’ve never sucked a dick before,” Rey whispered.

 

Ben chuckled at the obvious statement, twisting his free hand into her loose hair to have an anchor to guide her clumsy movements. “That’s okay, pet, I forgive you.”

 

A deep purr of satisfaction unfurled in his chest when she glared back, lips gaping to admonish him,

 

“Wha-- aack!!”

 

Ben tugged on her hair enough to tip her head back slightly and prodded her lips with his head. He kept going, sinking into the hot cavern of her little mouth with a slow, shuddering sigh. Her tongue pressed against the thick vein along the underside of his shaft, trying to push him out of her mouth but unwittingly pleasing him more.

 

What a perfect little, dumb pet. Didn’t even know what she was doing and she still threatened to make him spill down her throat in less than a minute.

 

He rolled his hips gently at first, not wanting to trigger her gag reflex, his grip on her hair only to keep her still. 

 

“Fuck, you’re such a pretty baby whore. I should have done this last time, huh? It’s hard to argue with your mouth stuffed full.”

 

She gurgled around him, drawing a moan from deep in his chest as her throat constricted around him in her effort to disagree. Saliva trickled down his length, easing his thrusts, letting him plunge into her to his root, her nose buried in his coarse pubic hair. It was so wet and warm and silky, he wanted to live with his cock in her mouth.

 

He held himself there for a moment as a shiver ran through him, until she made a choking sound, trying to breathe around his intrusion.

 

“Through your nostrils,” he scolded, angling her head slightly to allow better airflow.

 

Rey whimpered, not fighting him when he pulled her mouth onto his cock by her hair rather than driving his hips forward. She took a staggered breath through her nose, chest inflating with oxygen.

 

“Good girl,” he praised. She deserved a bit of sweetness for sucking his cock so well.

 

Ben moaned, gathering all of her hair so that it was contained in a more manageable hold, exposing the knot of bathing suit tied at the nape of her neck. He found one end and pulled, the slippery fabric giving way with very little effort, the cups of her bikini top falling from her chest.

 

“Play with your nipples, little pet.”

 

She obeyed immediately, her dainty hands lifting from where she was gripping her thighs to fondle the small mound of her chest, pinching and twisting the flesh. He watched through glazed eyes as she toyed with her pink, baby buds until they were hard points, aching for more than her gentle teasing.

 

That was okay. She didn’t know what she was doing.

 

“Christ, I fucking love the way your wet little holes suck me in,” he grunted, his abdomen muscles clenching. 

 

Ben jerked into her mouth, tugging her hair so she met his thrust. Her hands squeezed her tiny tits as if she was trying to ground herself, and the sight instilled new pride in his gut. She could take it. She would take more.

 

His hips rocked faster, his grip on her dark locks tightening to a painful point as he fucked her face. Ben delighted in each little choking noise that broke in her throat as he lost himself in her slippery warmth. Her lips were bright red and swollen from being split around him, but he gave no mercy.

 

He was close. So close. Ben could feel the tension building low in his belly, his balls drawing up tight, forcing his hips to lunge with a new desperation. The air in his lungs grew stale as he held his breath, unable to breathe through the onslaught of sensation.

 

“Fuck!” he barked, the unbearable tension snapping inside him. “Sweet, little cumbucket, swallow it all for me.”

 

She didn’t have a choice either way, his hips shoving forward so that he spent himself down her throat, her swallowing motions milking his length. There were tears slicing red trails across her cheeks, and she made such a beautiful picture, he couldn’t resist lifting his camera from where it hung on its strap, taking a few shots without properly looking through the lens.

 

She sniffled when he withdrew from her mouth, his cock twitching a final time against the flat of her tongue before sliding out, cum dribbling after it and slipping down her chin.

 

It had been well worth the wait.

 

He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, then stood, folding his dick back into his shorts. Without a word, Ben swiveled away from her, retrieving his pack of cigarettes from where it was rolled into his sleeve. She was silent as she stared at his retreating back, and he didn’t look back as he strolled toward the gate.

 

“Wait,” she stopped him from turning the corner of the house.

 

Ben glanced back at her expectantly, savoring the saccharine smoke as it filled his chest.

 

“What…” she almost didn’t continue, doubt flooding her expression. Still, she couldn’t seem to help herself.

 

“What about me?”

Ben grinned. All too easy.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter 3

Notes:

...you guys didn't think he'd really leave her like that, right?

He SO does not deserve the fluffy-ish happy ending I give him in the end...but we all knew this wasn't some feminist lit piece. Hopefully, this ties up any loose ends! Thank you so much for all the kudos/comments!!

Rey gulped when he slowly asked in turn, “What about you?”

 

She stared up at him, worrying at her bottom lip. It was a valid question-- what about her, indeed? Even she wasn’t entirely certain what she wanted from him. Ben stood waiting, infinitely more patient after spending himself in her mouth, lazily puffing on his cigarette.

 

Well? He seemed to ask with the quirk of his brow, tapping the ash off the end of the cigarette, careless of where it landed on the pool deck. She watched it drift next to his feet. They were big enough to earn him the honorary title of Sasquatch, shoved into his slides so that his toes could wiggle free. She should not find it remotely cute.

 

She should hate his guts. For some reason, she couldn't though, not completely. Rey certainly didn’t like his haughty looks or his casual disregard for her autonomy.

 

“I…” she faltered again, her voice hoarse, “I didn’t…”

 

A slow smirk spread across his face, devious and knowing. “You didn’t what, pet?”

 

He was definitely, without a shadow of a doubt, teasing her. Rey didn’t think that was very fair, but she already knew his opinion on fairness and wasn’t interested in another iteration of that lesson.

 

It tumbled from her lips in a faint whisper. “I didn’t cum.”

 

He really didn’t have to look so damned pleased.

 

“I didn’t think you wanted to,” he told her blandly, “I made you cum twice last time and you weren’t very appreciative, were you?”

 

Her gaze remained fixated on his feet, shame rising in her throat like bile. He was right, she had been avoiding him ever since he took those pictures of her, and now she struggled to explain the reasoning. She couldn’t, not even to herself.

 

He was pushy and entitled, no denying it, but…

 

Ben had made her feel divine. She couldn’t deny that either. Even if had also been terrifying and overwhelming in equal measure, Rey had never felt anything that came close to comparing, certainly not during her own fumblings. It had scared her, but now she gaped at him helplessly a few weeks later, not sure how to ask. She hadn’t had to, last time, and that had made it so much easier.

 

He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth, taking pity on her as he shuffled back to her recliner.

 

“It’s okay, sweet pet,” he promised, not quite able to keep the belittling note from his tone. “You can say it.”

 

She inhaled deeply, her breath catching self-consciously.

 

“I want you to--to make me feel good,” Rey stuttered, still ogling his bare toes.

 

He made a soft huff and she could hear his amusement at her expense, but there was a lot he expected of her. She couldn't change overnight, didn’t want to for that matter, so he was going to have to put up with some shyness. She wasn’t used to boys so much as looking in her direction, and Ben had done a lot more than that.

 

“That’s it,” he crooned encouragingly, reminding Rey with a grimace of an owner training their new dog. She started when he hooked his finger beneath her chin, forcing her gaze to meet his. His eyes were dark and glittering-- dangerous, her instincts blared--he would devour her whole if he could.

 

If he was the wolf, she was the pitiful bunny he preyed on. Small, defenseless, fragile. Edible.

 

She shouldn’t enjoy feeling that way, probably. That seemed like a sign that she was absolutely unhinged.

 

“Be specific,” Ben ordered when she remained silent for too long. “Tell me what you want.”

 

She could visualize it easily, images of his large fingers plunging in and out of her flooded her mind, his soft, full mouth gentle against her skin as it licked and sucked and moaned. He hadn’t kissed her before, not really. Her cheeks grew hot with embarrassment as she wordlessly flapped her jaw at him.

 

She pressed her lips into a thin line, distress causing her brow to furl. She didn’t want him to ask her, she wanted him to just know .

 

“I’ll do it,” he told her with absolution, “you only have to tell me what it is.” 

 

Rey didn’t fully trust him but she knew he was telling the truth. 

 

“I want you to use your mouth on me,” she managed to rasp, “and…and your fingers…”

 

She trailed off, hesitating again. He could tell, because then he was kneeling between her feet, warm palms sliding from her knees up her thighs, spreading static under her skin.

 

“What else, baby slut?” he murmured, fingers spreading out to clasp at her hips, securing her against him. “Say it.”

 

She wasn’t sure she had spoken loud enough for him to catch what she said until a slow, toothy grin split his face open with boyish glee.

 

“...and your cock.”

 

That, evidently, was exactly what he had been hoping for. She didn’t have time to fully process what was happening until she was swept up in his bulging, obscenely muscular arms, and Ben was carrying her back to his own yard.

 

“Ask,” he told her with a crooked-toothed smile, “and ye shall receive.”

 

 

---

 

 

Her skin, golden from her hours in the sun, popped against the black fitted sheet on his bed, and Ben watched as her tits bounced after dropping her on the mattress. He tossed his shirt aside without a thought, unable to keep from grinning like a buffoon.

 

In his defense, he’d never had a girl in this bed. It was different at school, where he lived in the dorms, but this bed had yet to be broken in properly. He had masturbated in it more times than he could say, but that didn’t quite count. 

 

“Fuck, Rey,” he hissed, dragging her ass to the edge of his bed, “you gonna give me your baby cummies? Let me eat them up like a tasty snack?”

 

Ben laughed when her eyelashes fluttered up at him in bewilderment. 

 

“Baby… cummies?” she stammered.

 

He hummed in appreciation as he hooked his fingers into her bathing suit bottoms, peeling the pale pink spandex down her legs. He’d be tempted to keep them if he didn’t love how tiny they were on her. Just enough fabric to cover her pussy and perky backside. It made him salivate, the way the strings holding them together cut high across her hips, cutesy bows tied at her natural waist.

 

“Yeah, I bet your cummies are really yummy, huh? All saved up just for me.”

 

“But why--”

 

Ben grazed his fingertip along her slit, circling around her clit gradually. She had liked the build-up before, and though it wouldn’t take long for his refractory period to pass with the way she was wiggling under him, he needed her sloppy and dripping.

 

“Because you’re such a baby,” he accused, pressing down slightly, smirking when her pelvis jolted.

 

“I’m not--ohhh.”

 

Ben licked the same path his finger had traced, flicking her clit with his tongue. “Shh, little pet. Let me have your baby cummies. ‘S okay.”

 

She didn’t argue this time, sinking into her pleasure without further resistance as he rolled his tongue on that sweet point, lapping tentatively as she sighed. Rey pushed her slender fingers through the hair falling into his eyes, brushing it away from his forehead and curling them into his thick waves.

 

Good pet, he mused in a daze, sucking her hard, little clit past his teeth and swirling his tongue around it. Rey groaned, her hips lifting off the mattress, and Ben had to lay a heavy arm across her belly, holding her firmly in place.

 

He watched her chest expand, tits heaving as he nipped and prodded, lapping through her folds with determination. 

 

“Ben,” she cried, tugging on his hair enough to make it sting. “Ben!”

 

He growled, licking into her wet hole. Fuck, this pussy was worth killing for. He’d become a warlord--slay anyone who so much as looked at her--just to keep this precious cunt to himself…

 

…Maybe he needed to watch less Game of Thrones. Possibly. Nah.

 

She tasted like musk and salt, her arousal slick, hot, as it dripped into his waiting mouth. He furled his tongue into her, drinking every drop.

 

Rey stiffened when he pierced her cunt with his finger, throbbing around the sudden intrusion in uncertain waves before her body swallowed him down, accepting his offering. She let her eyelids droop shut, turning off one sense when it became too much, allowing herself to be carried to the other side.

 

Pride bloomed in his chest. Oh, sweet cumbucket. His baby whore. She didn’t have a clue in her pretty head, did she?

 

She trusted him to not let her fall, dumb little pet. She should have known he would be the one to push her over the edge.

 

Ben thrust a second finger into her, pushing in and out until her wetness coated him to the knuckle. Then he added a third, delicately scraping the edge of his teeth against her swollen, pink clit.

 

Rey shrieked, spine arching off the bed, and he continued to lave along the length of her cleft, only lightly brushing against the sensitized point of nerves enough to make her hips twitch with each lolling stroke. She clawed at his scalp, drowning in sensation, low moans breaking in her throat as he slurped her down with noisy, lewd sucks that vibrated on her skin.

 

His chin was dripping with her, and he waited until she peered up at him with half-lidded eyes, put into a stupor by the force of her orgasm, before licking his swollen lips clean. She watched the glide of his tongue over his upper lip, mesmerized by the movement, and he wasn’t sure if cumming had made her feel so good she forgot to be shy.

 

“Kiss me?” she asked in a husky voice, her limp hands trying to pull him up the length of her body.

 

Ben found that he couldn’t deny her anything.

 

 

---

 

 

His lips were slippery from her arousal, filling her mouth with her own taste as he delved his tongue past her lips. She felt as if she was moving in slow motion while he was stuck at double speed, her mind whirling as he licked and grunted, devouring everything within reach.

 

Ben was hard against her belly, his cock trapped between their bodies, searing her skin like a brand.

 

Rey keened as he arched himself over her, angling his hips better to slot his length along her slit. He swallowed her gasps as he plunged into her, his pelvis rolling in a harsh thrust she could feel in the back of her throat.

 

“Fuck,” he spat, the consecutive impacts of his hips inching her further up the bed, his lips pecking near her mouth but missing by millimeters. “Fuck, pet, it’s so easy to fuck you. You just suck me in and in and in with your tight little pussy. I can’t stop myself.”

 

She could only process the word stop, and every cell in her body rejected the very idea of him stopping.

 

“Don’t stop--”

 

He chuckled darkly, “Oh, so that’s how it is.” 

 

Rey instantly regretted speaking up because Ben did precisely what she asked him not to do and withdrew. His dickhead smeared slickness against her inner thigh as he rolled away, and she twisted to watch him prop himself against the pillows. She gaped at him, unable to break her gaze when it fell from his face to where his cock jutted out pointedly, shiny from being inside her.

 

“What…?” 

 

She didn’t even know how to finish her question.

 

“If you want my dick so badly, you can ride it, baby slut.”

 

Rey pulled her lips behind her teeth. Oh. She wasn’t so sure could ride it. 

 

“But--”

 

“I know you haven’t done this before,” he grinned, patting his thigh in invitation. His face was oddly open, her obvious inexperience igniting a sort of boyish charm in him that she found very appealing.

 

Rey supposed that she had already gotten this far. She crawled after him, pausing when she was crouched over his knees.

 

He didn’t let her hesitate, snagging her wrist and tugging her up the length of his body. She yelped as she crashed against the hard planes of his chest, and his full-belly laugh shook them both.

 

“Here, let me help you, sweet pet.”

 

Ben moved her by her hips, shifting her directly over his tip, then reached to grip himself by the base. Rey moaned as he pushed her down his length at a leisurely pace, her thighs trembling with the strain of holding her weight.

 

He growled when she clenched around him, his dark gaze inescapable now that she sat pierced on his cock. Rey had to remind herself that she did want this, she wanted to be here with him, but everything was so much more intense at this angle, filling her up in new and delightful ways.

 

“Ride,” he reminded her in a gruff tone, jerking upwards in sharp reminder.

 

She nodded her head dumbly, pressing her fingertips gingerly against his shoulders for leverage as she rose from his lap in a stilted motion, his eyes holding hers captive. Rey sank onto him again, releasing a low hiss, her nails clipping into his skin.

 

She repeated her awkward lunges, slowly gaining confidence as she grew more used to the natural rhythm of their bodies. Or, maybe that wasn’t quite right--she wasn’t any more confident than before--rather after learning the right push and pull, it was easier to lose awareness of herself. 

 

Rey gripped his shoulders tighter, no longer caring if it stung as she panted and shoved herself onto his cock again and again. He jack-knifed off the mattress, slamming upward to meet her next thrust, the answering slap echoing in his room.

 

“Oh!”

 

She threw her arm around his neck to keep herself from being bucked off, huffing at him when he snickered, unjustly pleased with himself.

 

“I like this,” he mumbled against her mouth, nipping roughly at her lower lip and drawing a groan from low in her belly. “You’re nice ‘n close now.”

 

Rey really couldn’t handle how he looked at her through lidded eyes, his gaze steeped in sin. It made her toes curl and she twisted her fingers into his sweat-dampened hair, seeking stability.

 

“Ye--Yeah?”

 

His voice was deep and rumbly in that way she liked most. “Mmm, makes me want to put a collar around your neck and keep you forever.”

 

She whined, throbbing around his length, her hips stuttering at his admission.

 

“You like that, pet?” he chuckled, one of his hands blindly reaching between them, gently brushing over her clit. “You wanna be my cute puppy? Let me feed you and give you cummies and take you for walks when you’ve been good?”

 

She shivered, hips jolting, her muscles pulling around him in an effort to keep him buried within her.

 

“There’s a good pet,” he crooned, picking up on her response and running with it. “Such a good girl for me, yeah you are.”

 

Oh, fuck. He was using a baby voice on her--that high-pitched, shrill tone that humans couldn’t resist making when faced with babies, kittens, ducklings--

 

Whereas her previous orgasms had slowly built to a foreseeable cataclysm, this one took over her with a sudden harsh wave, sending her tumbling under the surface. Ben groaned, continuing to fuck her when she was lost in her pleasure, too overwhelmed to do anything but bask in sensation.

 

She was still scrambling for breath when he tipped her backward, helplessly landing on his duvet cover in a soft thud.

 

“Just a bit more, you can take it, little cumbucket,” he seethed, writhing over her.

 

Rey grasped at his sweaty shoulders, listening to the frantic, wet smacking as he hammered into her harder.

 

“Yes,” she whispered, “please.”

 

He shuddered above her, then snarled, “Open your mouth.”

 

Rey obeyed without thought, lips parting for him, and then balked in surprise when he spits inside, his saliva sliding against her tongue.

 

She blinked up at his face in time to watch his jaw fall open in a guttural roar, his irises rolling back into his eye sockets. Rey sighed as warmth coated her inner walls, his complexion reddening as he heaved into her a final time, emptying himself completely. She closed her mouth and swallowed, not needing his instruction this time.

 

She hoped, the remaining tension in her body slipping away as they sank into his mattress together, that he had meant what he said about keeping her.

 

 

---

 

 

It had been a year since Ben had seen her. A year of wondering, hoping, doubting. He had told her as a joke, you’d like Chicago, at the end of last summer. Then she had disappeared, returning to her friends and obligations.

 

He should have known better. She wasn’t going to miraculously end up at his university just because he made a ridiculous comment. 

 

People made those sorts of plans for years, and her parents would have a say in where she went to school. Yet, he always made a cursory glance through the nervously bobbing heads of freshmen at their orientation tour, telling himself all the while that there was no use. He was wasting his time.

 

Then he saw a familiar pair of asscheeks, squeezed into too-tight jeans. He shook his head to be sure, following the line of her spine up to her hair--brown, tied back in those silly, three buns--it was her.

 

Ben grinned, shoving his hands into his pockets as he approached her from behind. Well, if this wasn’t the most delightful surprise. She jumped, startled when he placed his hand on her shoulder.

 

“Hey there, pet, have you been a good girl for me?”

 

She glanced back at him with a shy smile of her own.

 

“No, I haven’t.”

 

Her expression said it all: what are you going to do about it?

The short answer? A lot.

 

 

 

 

 

🖤 The End 🖤

Notes:

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