It wasn't the blazing humidity wafting through the room, or even the brutish banging on his wooden door that brought Poe Dameron out from his lusty dream starting Rey Kenobi—she'd been wearing this cute golden bikini that just did something to him, and the chain from her collar to his wrist had had him humping the air in his sleep… but it was the fucking buzzing of his Order Tech 5th Gen phone that had his eyes peeling open in utter disdain.
There was no clock in his room so he was forced to reach for the bedside nightstand and check the time on the much too bright should've been dimmer phone screen—7:12.
Technically, he could sleep in for 3 more minutes but that wasn't enough time to bring back dream Rey. So instead he stretched and let the covers pool around his waist, little moans echoing as his muscles creaked in protest.
Sunlight peeked in from the crack in the curtain, hitting him right in the face, just as his mother screeched, "Get up you lazy bum! You're father is leaving in twenty minutes and If you're not ready you're walking to school!"
His mom may have been an Omega but she sure as hell yelled like an Alpha. "I'm up, I'm up!"
He heard her stomp off, likely to talk his Dad's ear off about something pointless, and gave Poe enough time to fling school crap in his bag and throw on some half decent clothes. It was easy to decide on a pair of blue jeans, plain black shirt and his iconic pilot's jacket, staring in the mirror and posing.
He did a finger gun at his reflection, "You're too good for her man. In fact…" He chuckled and smirked, "You're just too good."
In the kitchen his mother was frying up a couple of eggs and ten strips of bacon—his father took about 6 of them and "Really should cut back on the salt, Old Man"—and took four greasy pieces himself, watching his mother turn with a nasty look to wave her spatula at her Alpha.
"And did you see the Jyn Erso next door? Who does she think she is, getting with that Cassian Andor? Who even names someone Cassian— you'd expect him to be a faggot with that name."
His dad snorted, "Probably is, I see that way he ogles me when I'm working out front." His mom ecstatically agreed, squawking like a peacock, "And don't even get me started on them both being Alphas."
She turned to Poe, spatula in his face, "It's unnatural honey, it's not the way God created us and not what we're meant to do."
Poe nodded at her words, gnawing on the last of his bacon and eyeing the clock, "C'mon Dad, I wanna talk to this girl before class." His mother oo'ed like a goddam teenager and batted her eyes at him, "Is my little boy in love?"
But Poe evaded the question and instead tugged on his Dad's shoulder, tugging the man out of the house.
Mr. Dameron turned and sneered—Jyn had her briefcase underarm and pantsuit in place, kissing Cassian like they should even be allowed, which only further disgusted the two Dameron men.
It was in the car that his Dad started ranting, "Fucking vile, exposing my kid to that nasty shit."
He checked the rearview mirror, watching Jyn drive away, "I'm emailing the neighborhood council and demanding they remove them from this block. They belong behind goddam bars and not next to my house."
Extremist
Holdo had taught History but her harsh critiques of Extremists had had her moved to Chemistry—both, which she was heavily qualified for. Poe knew his dad was over the top with his views on mating and designation, but who was to say he was wrong?
Yeah, Cassian had baked brownies for the Dameron's on the first day moving in, and they'd smelled so good and fudgy, but his mother had thrown them in the garbage with a growl, "They're trying to poison us sweetie."
How could something that looked so good be poison?
They pulled up to the school at 7:42—no one was around, and Poe waved his Dad off.
"Poe!" Dopheld Mikata sauntered up to the Alpha and patted him on the back, "A little early for you isn't it?"
"Yeah, yeah, I just wanted to see Rey for a sec, maybe try and hit her up again." Dopheld made a disgruntled face, "You still chasing her tail man? I heard she's got some dude already lined up so I'd maybe back off."
Poe chuckled like the cocky Alpha he was, "And? Even if she has some other guy, I bet I can take him."
"I heard he's like 40—"
"And it's not like she'll need just one knot, Mikata. Omega's are like cum dumpsters bro, just stick it in and—"
BAM!
Dopheld fell on his ass and crawled away like a frightened spider, watching with terrified eyes as an Alpha as tall as a tree stood over his friend, Poe's blood staining those massive knuckles and nostrils flaring like an angry bull.
'"W-what the hell man! Leave him alone!" Poe was curled up on the floor, blooding gushing around the trembling hands shielding his face.
Now Dopheld may have been a Beta and not exactly the smartest guy, but yelling at this Alpha was fucking stupid.
And now the Alpha was looming over him.
He adjusted his tie but kept his voice tight, "Go home kid, you didn't see shit." Dopheld nodded but the Man leaned his intimidating body forward even more, making the Beta almost piss his pants,
"—And I'm not 40."
Dopheld was shoved away and ran until he couldn't run anymore.
Poe grunted around the blood gushing from his bruised nose, watching with wide eyes as an Alpha bigger than any one in the Dameron line stood over him.
Maybe the office floor had been replaced with cement, and that was why it felt like Rey couldn't move her feet no matter how hard she tried, and it only fuelled the crushing anxiety at standing before the man who'd she hung up on just last night—the Alpha that was meant to be hers.
And Ben was in a state of pure adoration with a hint of praise to the Gods for the blessing that was the girl that had just graced his presence and smelled like heaven mixed with pure lust that had him already half hard. He hoped it was always going to be like this, a state of ecstasy for her.
"Uhm, actually Ms. Kenobi, he's in the parking lot."
Ms. Asty, the Beta on desk, motioned to him, "Mr. Solo here was just leaving. He can direct you outside if you'd like."
Rey found herself nodding and watching the long strides Mr. Solo—Ben—took to reach her, watched his wide chest lean forward and open the door—the way his biceps moved and flexed in tandem with his motions was intoxicating—and trying not to blush when he rested one staggeringly mammoth hand on the small of her back, ushering her out of the office.
He kept his hand on her back as they walked, and she tried not to stare too obviously but must've failed for the smile on his face widened every time he caught her gaze.
They made it to the front doors all too fast and Rey prepared herself to be scolded by Plutt for something that most likely wasn't her fault, but he was nowhere in sight, nor was his beat up car.
"Where's Unkar?" She fully turned to Ben and waited, not wanting this short meeting to end but not wanting to delay the hell that was doing anything for Plutt.
But Ben chuckled—his teeth were funny, some were crooked and they were as large as the rest of him—
And she restrained herself from smiling back, "He isn't coming Rey." His thumb rubbed the crease of her back, "I told them that he was waiting out here so I could have you for the day." He paused with a hesitant look, "Is that alright?"
Oh.
Oh.
Oh.
This was more than all right and Rey wished she could just squeal like a child and jump him all at once. He smelled like everything good in the world, edible and not, and taking a bite out of Ben was something she could actually do.
She forgot he'd asked her a question and immediately let out a string of "Y-yes this is more than fine, yes-yes I-I…yes."
He snorted at her stuttering, leading her down the school steps like a queen to her carriage, opening the door and lifting her up—her eyes widened and she immediately reached and gripped those thick shoulders, suddenly too close—depositing her in the passenger seat of his massive car.
He made to move, to release her hips and walk to the driver seat, "Wait."
"Yes, my Rey?" He raised a brow, thumb caressing the skin underneath her shirt.
My Rey.
Oh god, this was so real and scary because what if he didn't want someone so young and stupid—scavenger is what Plutt liked to call her—or what if he was like one of those Alphas who chained their Omegas in the basement while they sat upstairs and watched football. There was this gut crushing feeling that she would never be enough for him, enough for her friends, enough for herself.
A steady stream of tears streamed down her warm cheeks, prompting Ben to lean down and do the proper Alpha procedure, which was hold her head in place and lick the flat of his tongue up her cheek, tasting her sweet tears. She didn't move or fidget, instead allowing him to clean up her sadness until only her red eyes remained.
He gazed into her wet eyes and nudged her forehead with the tip of his nose, "I only want to make you happy, my Rey."
She sniffled and nudged his cheek with her nose, "You already have, my Ben." That seemed to do the trick, a warm smile crossing his face before rushing into her neck, warm lips sealing over her unbitten gland, eliciting a warm laughter from her chest. They stayed that way for a few moments and Ben eventually moved away, shutting the car door and sprinting to the driver's side.
His condo, or apartment—whatever this was was better than the trash heap she lived in with Plutt—was spotless and looked straight out of one of those home designer shows she saw an eyeful of the few times she caught the TV.
The chairs looked unused, and the carpet was plush under her bare feet—"Make yourself at home"—and she took that moment to squish the material between her toes. It was nicer than the bare floor of her room.
The couch was dark obsidian that she craved to sink into and roll around like a kitten. One of the best things about Ben's home was how much it smelled like him and how much she wanted to bottle it up and preserve it for later use. His smell was an assault on all senses that truly was an assault on her.
No Alpha's scent had ever truly penetrated her mind and made her feel weak in the knees; the desire to fall before him and bare her neck was almost too much.
"Rey?"
He gave her a warm smile and shucked off his coat, "You can sit anywhere. Make yourself at home."
He gave her such a bright smile—all those irregular yet unique teeth winked at her—, and there must have been a warm blush covering her face at this point.
"Would you like anything to drink? There's water, coffee," He pondered, "Gatorade?" She laughed but ultimately squeaked out "Water would be great."
Ben wringed his hands—she saw a flash of darkness on his knuckles but had no right to question her Alpha. They stared at one another for a moment before he backed away into the kitchen, retrieving their drinks while Rey plopped down onto the soft couch, trying to not sniff the throw pillows.
It was daunting to be in such a nice place; her dirty converse and worn jeans felt out of place in a home like this, the tears in the denim mixed with her trio of buns made her feel so much younger than Ben. And yet he was being so kind to her, at least so far.
She watched as he walked back in, one petite glass of clear water in one hand and a much darker thicker glass in the other, handing over hers while plopping his much larger frame on the cushion.
He was so close she could practically taste him and a slight buzzing was underneath her skin; it was a foreign feeling that had her knee bouncing up and down, fingers tapping an erratic rhythm against denim.
"Do I make you nervous?"
Ben took a deep gulp of his wine, one colossal hand reaching over to rest on her covered flesh, wishing he could feel her already, "I don't you to be scared of me or have this whole thing be one big nightmare. I want to take this as slow or as fast as you want and I don't want you to feel any pressure to do anything you're not comfortable with."
The words he said were a far cry from the images that spun in his head; her on her hands and knees taking his fat knot while crying to be fucked so hard she couldn't walk, having her under his desk during a conference call with his cock so far down in her throat that tears stained her cheeks, and her belly full of pups and tits full of milk, crying for his attention and wanting his plush lips to suck her dry.
These were the things Ben Solo wanted to do to his 17-year-old high school mate, but scaring her with these thoughts was the last thing he wanted to do. He needed to take it slow.
"How about we get to know each other?" He nodded as she gazed at him from underneath her fluttering lids, "You first."
Ben licked his lips, "Well, I'm Ben Solo and I do computer work all day so I'm not really the most outgoing person. I have a few friends, Hux and Phasma, but I don't see them that often enough to really call them friends." He raked a hand through his dark tresses, "I don't really do dating, or at least never really tried. I'm not…good with people."
"I think you're doing fine so far."
"I've been called aggressive, egotistical or just an all around asshole by more than half the people I used to work with, which is exactly why I petitioned to work from home. I tend to do better by myself."
He was mystified by the harking laugh she let out, "'Is this your way of telling me you don't want me here?'
"No!" His hand surged forward to keep her thighs pressed to the couch, inner Alpha wondering why in the hell she'd think he'd want her to leave. "Please don't go. I couldn't bear it if you left."
A buzzing like the wings of butterfly was under the surface of his skin—was this what it felt like to be around your mate—and he felt his grip on her grow tighter, nostrils sucking in more of her sweet scent, wanting to sear it to memory.
Rey could see the desire—confusion—behind his eyes, could feel the buzzing growing louder, more fierce and angry that they had yet to taste one another.
It was Rey who leaned forward, one of her smaller hands cupping his mole kissed cheek, "Don't be afraid, I feel it too."
His soft lips kissed her hand and gazed at the honey brown eyes that he would never tire of, wanting more of her at his disposal at all times.
"Is it my turn to share, or are you content with simply staring?" Her tone was joking but he nodded, urging her to start on anything she wanted to say.
"Well, there isn't much to tell, really." Her face turned sorrowful, eyebrows dropping, "I never knew my parents, or anything about who they were. I was raised in an Orphanage until Unkar Plutt saw an opportunity to get government checks for taking me in. I…"
He hated that look on her face, wanted to make sure it never crossed her again, crowding her to lay across the black cushions, looming over her smaller form, "If I could, I would give you the heart of Unkar Plutt on a platter, probably still beating if you asked."
"Should I be nervous with how casual you talk about murder?"
"Only a good Alpha would do anything for their Omega."
His face drifted down, nudging her chin up higher, higher, exposing that vast expanse of neck to him.
"Only a true Alpha keeps their Omega safe," A soft peck on her skin, "Well-fed," deep inhale of her sweet scent, "and most important of all—,"
Rey stared into his eyes, hands itching to grab and haul him closer.
"Dripping with cum."
A harsh gasp left her throat at his lewd words, cunt clenching in her panties at the image of him pounding into her imprinted in her mind, eagerly trying to press herself against his clothed cock. He let out a ferocious growl as the smell of her wetness permeated the air.
"Ben—"
"Rey I—god fuck." Those large hands scrambled to shed her graphic shirt, Ben moaned at her tiny tits covered in a grey cotton bra. It was a split second decision to grip the middle in his massive paws and simply tear it apart, ignoring her shriek, "I'll buy you a thousand more."
This wasn't how Ben had planned this to go; he'd wanted to bring her back here to talk, maybe discuss a future where they took each others mating marks, the possibility of letting her build a nest and maybe a gamble from there on. But this, the reality of having Rey Kenobi—God, talks of changing it to Solo would be soon—here, bare tits exposed just for him while lying on his couch, was never even in a possible scenario.
The longer he stared at her tits, the more self-conscious she became. Finn had been so wrong; her breasts were jokingly small and Alpha's wanted something larger, bigger, more to hold onto.
Rey started to sit up, hand moving to cover her bare nipples, "I'm sorry they're so small, really I am—"
She yelped as Ben bared his teeth at her, gripping the forearm that had been covering her tits and placing it above her head, eyes a melting pot of unadulterated Alpha rage, "No one insults my mate."
A heated gasp left her lips as he leaned down and took one perky nipple between his pink lips and sucked like a dying man wanting to drink her essence.
"Yes, Ben, more please." His other hand came up and played with the other one, pinching and swirling the pink bud, wanting more of her cries to echo his home, wishing he could always hear them.
It was too early in all of this to tear off her panties and stuff her to the brim—her scent would change too, she'd mostly smell of him from then on—but the tent in his pants was demanding release.
"Can I cum on your chest? Want you to smell like me, smell like your Alpha." A nod was enough for him to release her nipple with a pet pop, other hand still fondling while unbuttoning his slacks, reaching in and puling out his fully erect cock that immediately started dripping precum on her exposed belly.
"Put your hands under your ass Omega." She complied, hands squishing under butt as he inched up, thick thighs keeping her firmly in place while his heavy cock rested in his hand. "You're my Omega Rey, tell me you're mine. I want to hear you tell me you're mine."
It was almost a struggle for her to get the words out, "Yours, yours, I'm yours Ben please I'm yours."
It didn't take very long for him to shoot his load across her tits and a small speck on her cheek, thinking this was how she should always look; a blissed out goddess.
The more humane thing to do would be to grab her discarded shirt, or a tissue, and rub the drying cum off of her chest as to not leave the spunk to dry. But Ben rubbed one mammoth hand through the spunk, effectively scenting her like a true territorial Alpha.
She scrunched her nose as he rubbed, "Was that necessary Alpha?"
He snickered like a child, "Of course Omega."
About 25 minutes went by before the rumble of Rey's stomach resonated through the room, "Is my mate hungry? Well, that just can't do." She laughed like a child when he lifted her from the couch, thrown over his shoulder and staring at his covered back. Speaking of covered…
"Do I get my shirt back?" He snickered, "Nope. New rule, no more shirts for you."
"Oh really? I just don't get to wear shirts now? That seems a bit unfair Mr. Tree Chest." Ben smacked her ass before setting her down, moving to discard his button down shirt.
She stared at the wide—and I mean wide—expanse of pale muscle, making note of his own unbitten matting gland that rested in the crease of his neck. This guy was astronomically oversized.
The two of them stood in his nicer than nice kitchen, shirtless with smiles wider than Ben's chest. "Anything in particular? I'll admit I'm not the best chef."
Rey waved away his comment, "I can do the cooking for the both of us, I'm the one who cooks for—"
Rey rounded and searched for the nearest clock.
3:30? How had so much time passed?
Plutt
"I have to go. Now." Ben studied her as she sprinted from the kitchen, not bothering with the destroyed bra but still pulling on her previous shirt, searching for her bag and struggling to pull out her old phone.
7 missed calls from Finn
2 missed calls from Poe
1 missed call from Plutt
Oh shit. Oh this was bad, he never called her unless it was urgent and she'd missed it cause she'd had Ben's cock on her chest. She was dead, or at least going to be.
Yoink!
"Hey! Give that back! Ben!"
Steam could've been leaving Rey's ears with how agitated she was, glaring at the massive paws that were fiddling with her phone. "I need you to take me home. Now, before it gets any worse for me."
But Ben just slid her phone into his back pocket, "Oh you're not leaving Rey, not yet at least." She didn't understand why he was doing this, wasn't her Alpha supposed to listen?
"Ben I can't stay here you need to take me home to Unkar."
The speed at which an Alpha could move was that of lightening and Rey gasped as Ben loomed over her with flared nostrils, eyes looking into her soul, "You said it yourself, you're mine Rey, and that Alpha holds nothing over you than what you allow him to."
He leaned down to nose at her neck, hating the scent of her distress, "I don't understand what you do to me, but I'd do anything for you. I need you to know that."
She let out an Omegan whine while burrowing into his chest; this was all too much. Unkar was all she knew and obeying him was natural, but Ben should be the only Alpha in her life and he was mate.
Did that give him the right to her trust, to her life?
Mateships were about compromise, so compromise she would, "Food first, and maybe talking but tonight I go home. Fair?"
She swatted his chest at the unhappy grumble but he accepted the deal, walking them back to the kitchen to definitely order Pizza, a squeal resonating as Ben tried to tug off Rey's shirt once more.
Neither noticed the name Unkar Plutt flashing on the phone screen in Ben's back pocket.
