i'll be loving you right, a star wars fanfic

hey! so i'm definitely more of an original star wars movies fan rather however especially when it comes to reylo, i have a lovely moot who is rather obsessed with them and i've become a fan through some kind of osmosis. haha. so this is dedicated to ashley, i hope you enjoy it, babes.

I also just wanted to make a quick note about a scene in this fic–the scene between Ben and Rey that they are filming for work is a roleplay scene of an older man and younger woman with a 'fathers daughters best friend' dynamic. This isn't something that everyone enjoys, so please be mindful of that before reading!

Up until six months ago, Rey would have and had laughed at the idea of people being attracted enough to her that they would pay money just to look at photos or videos of herself. It had been something her best friend had been suggesting for a while, which would have been weird if it hadn't been coming from someone who put his film degree to use by recording adult content and making a lot of money doing it. It wasn't until after she'd broken up with her ex and had refused to go back to living with roommates and her hours had then been cut at the cafe where she worked because she ignored every advance her manager made, that she decided to give it a go.

And it turned out she was good at it.

Not good in the way that a lot of others were, she looked at the images of other people from the sight, with their tans and string bikini's that barely covered everything and bodies that looked as though they had specifically been carved by gods, and she did not look like that. She also couldn't move like a lot of them did as well, nearly backing out when Finn showed her some of his public work, so that she could get an idea of what she might want to do.

But as the sweet next door neighbour? The innocent schoolgirl? The dutiful but kinky secretary? She fell into that role well, and her audience grew.

It grew enough that she could leave her waitressing job with the grabby manager and just take on one day a week at a local plant store, more because she needed a reason to get out of her apartment once a week or she would probably never leave, except for food and to Finn's place.

The first time she ever collabed with someone, she had been awkward and they almost hadn't gone through with it. Finn had been the one to set it up; because they were so close, he was working kind of as her manager on top of helping with her photos and videos–so it was lucky it was someone who was a friend. Rose was sweet and didn't rush anything, and they ended up having a few drinks to loosen up before Rey knelt on the bed beside Rose and slipped her hand under Rose's blouse.

A few collaborations later…It was someone that she had subscribed to before she'd started making videos.

She'd seen some of his work when she'd been at Finn's, and Finn had off-handedly mentioned that it was one of his friends from his D&D group, and Rey had hoped that her curiosity didn't show on her face. She'd gone home that night and looked up his username Kylo Ren and had spent the evening with her fingers under the waist hand of her pyjama shorts.

He was big. Not just–not just his cock–but him, he was big, and it was stupid and scratched some part of her animalistic brain, but all she could think about was how tiny she would be next to him. She was small next to the average person, but next to him? He would be able to throw her around without pause. And his voice…She'd been surprised at the way he'd talked through a few of his solo videos, at how deep and warm his voice was, his big hand wrapped around his cock, slowly jerking himself in a way that made Rey's mouth dry. And then in other ones when he was with someone…There was a woman he filmed a few times with, and the way he spoke to her, as his hand wrapped around her throat and held her down against the bed as he fucked into her at a bruising speed, she ended up squirting right through the material of her pyjamas and onto her bedding.

She hadn't mentioned to Finn that she had a thing for Kylo Ren, because Finn actually knew him, he saw him once a week and referred to him casually as Ben, but Finn figured it out, because she had never been able to hide anything from him anyway. When he brought up the possibility of a collab, she had thought he was teasing her until he showed her the email.

And then it had all fallen into place.

Rey barely managed to hold herself together as they went through the negotiations of the scene and contract and exchanging their latest test results, Finn doing all the communication even though usually she had some input. But he had just grinned and said he knew what she needed and wanted, and even though she was suspicious, he was her best friend and he knew her a little too well. It was three days before the shoot, and she was at Finn and his boyfriend's house as he was prepping her on the scene, and she was trying not to completely vibrate off the couch.

"Rey!" Poe raised his voice to draw her attention and she blinked, looking over at where he was sitting. "I think you're scaring Trooper." He was still smiling, which meant Trooper was absolutely fine because Poe's mood switched as soon as he suspected something being wrong with his cat, but Rey still cringed as she looked down to where she was clutching Trooper to her chest.

"Sorry, buddy," she muttered under her breath as she loosened her grip and Trooper nudged his head against her chest, clearly not too upset with her.

"And you'll call him Daddy," Finn continued, as though it was just some throwaway thing.

As if it wasn't one of her biggest kinks.

As if calling the biggest, broadest guy who had the most soothing voice and who she had gotten off to wasn't a big deal.

Somehow she managed to choke on literal air, hiccuping over her inhale and then starting to cough, making sure to let Trooper go this time as her body jerked with her coughing fit.

Poe snorted, and Finn grinned knowingly.

Rey made sure she had sure she took long hits from her vape before heading in to film, and Finn just smiled. Poe was coming along with them today as well, since they were filming in a new location, and apparently it was bigger and so Finn needed help with the lighting and sound, and Rey hoped that she didn't make a complete fool of herself in front of both her good friends but most especially, Ben.

Thankfully, the THC in her veins settled her anxiety a little and she did not to trip over her own feet as they stepped into the hotel room, and Ben was right there, standing in front of the big windows. She held herself together through introductions, Finn interacting with him so easily, laughing over some inside joke that had Ben cracking a small, amused smile that seemed very different from any expression Rey had seen of his on screen. And when he shook Rey's hand, he met her eyes and nodded and gave her a different, warmer smile as his hand completely enveloped her smaller one.

Technically he was only a few years older than her–he was thirty-two and she was twenty-six–but her petite figure made her look younger and his beard and size made him seem older and so the dynamic that Finn had apparently decided to throw out there was best friends dad. An imbalanced power dynamic, the taboo relationship, some corruption and innocence play, the daddy kink–honestly, it felt like a list of half of her fantasies, even though it was going to be filmed in a less than sexy and private environment.

But it would be fun.

It was fun.

Ben either sensed her nerves, or maybe he was always incredibly careful with the people he filmed with, but he didn't rush her, even though he changed into his outfit and was back in the bedroom before she had finished. When she finally came out, wearing a loose pair of white pants with nothing underneath and a white sports bra–she never went for anything too fancy, but she still saw his appreciation as his eyes as his eyes drifted down, taking their time to slide upward before meeting her eyes again, not looking at all embarrassed about being caught. It was a good thing that her role was to be the nervous, shy, inexperienced one, so her skittish behaviour just added to the overall scene, but it still seemed as though Ben didn't want to start until she was completely ready, which made her want to get to the part where he was inside her a lot faster.

"I'm ready," Rey nodded at him with a shaky smile and he raised an eyebrow at her.

"You sure?" He checked in. "And you remember all the cues if you need to stop? Just–say the word, and we'll stop." Rey's lips twitched and she had to force herself not to look over at Finn, because she knew he would be watching with a smug smile on his face.

"I remember," she nodded at him, trying to keep her breathing even as she exhaled.

He was supposed to play a sleazy character, overly confident and charming, filling the role of the father who was seducing his daughter's best friend, her hair in a high ponytail and eyelids sparkling with dusty pink eyeshadow and barely confident enough to meet his eyes. Rey was supposed to play the young woman who had been lusting after her best friend's father and was a lot less innocent than she appeared, and honestly, it wasn't really a role. She was definitely lusting after this man. And she was definitely not as innocent as she appeared, in her virginal white outfit choice and wide eyes.

"It's okay, sweetheart," Ben's fingers brushed over her face, in a way that was entrancing, soft over her cheekbones before firmly gripping her chin and holding her in place. "I know you've been looking, I know you've been watching me. It's okay to want me too, little one." Rey swallowed hard and barely managed to respond. It wasn't as though everything was scripted, they just had a general outline to follow, but she so quickly found herself forgetting everything she was supposed to do. He stripped her out of her clothes, leaving himself fully dressed as he told her to stand in front of him, turning around to face the camera and closing her eyes at the abrupt sight of Finn and Poe and their equipment set up. Ben's touch returned, on her hips, squeezing her ass, purposefully pushing her thighs apart and sliding his fingers between them, and it brought her back, letting out a loud gasp as her eyes opened again and she looked directly at the camera. He didn't properly inspect her, not in the way he would if this was real, it was more for show, but she could already feel how wet she was, at the way he prodded at her.

He was teasing her and it was dizzying when he finally gathered her into his arms, standing up and easily lifting her up and she let out a moan that was loud and embarrassing as she grabbed at his shoulders. When he sat her down on the corner of the bed, there was some delay, as Finn and Poe shifted the cameras and lighting, and Ben checked in with her, and she had to fight not to squirm, at the way she was completely bare while he was still fully dress, if not a little rumpled. When he kissed her, she felt her clit pulse and rutted her hips down against the bed subconsciously, and he let out a delicious chuckle against her lips that had her pouting in response.

"Alright, little one, on your knees for me, huh?" He encouraged her, and Rey nodded eagerly, swallowing hard as she looked up at him, and Ben started back at her expectantly, as though he was waiting for something. Behind them, someone cleared their throat, and Rey blinked, her response time feeling incredibly slow as she looked over at Poe.

"Sir," he mouthed, prompting her and Rey cringed as she remembered her cue. She looked back up at Ben, who didn't look bothered at all, repeating his line after a few moments, and she inhaled deeply in anticipation.

"Yes, Sir," she responded softly. Ben tilted his head to the side, and he smirked at her as one of his hands gathered up all over her hair, pulling it tightly, prickling at her skull as he pulled her forward gently and knelt down to meet her eyes.

"That's not what you want to call me, is it, love?" He asked gently, and Rey felt her whole body quiver at his words, her mind feeling cloudy. She had to swallow hard before shaking her head, licking her lips as she tried to find her words. "There's something else, isn't there, sweetheart? Something else you'd like to call me?" Rey's mouth felt completely dry, and she knew she was going to need to roll away for a quick drink from the water bottle that was hidden nearby, but they had to finish this part.

"N-no," she stammered, shaking her head once to try clear her mind, and not succeeding very much at all. "No," she repeated, only a little more confident, and Ben arched an eyebrow.

"What is it, little one?" He prompted her again, and his grip on her hair was even tighter, making her breathing quicken, her chest rising and falling as she was pulled forward, their noses only a breath apart. His breath smelt nice and fresh, and that was an automatic bonus that Rey hated she was giving him, because he was already being perfect enough.

"Daddy," she breathed, and because of how close they were, and how he was her entire world right now, she saw the way his pupils dilated, and it felt good to know he was being affected by her, at least a small part of how he was affecting her. He nodded slowly, letting out a strong exhale.

"Yeah, sweetheart. Daddy," he replied and Rey wanted to melt through the floor. She already knew he was big, but it wasn't until she had sunk to his knees in front of him and he pulled himself out of his pants that she realized how big. She had stretched herself last night, both of her holes, and she knew theoretically that she could handle him, but it was still intimidating. And arousing as all hell, as his hand closed around the back of her head and slowly forced her by downwards. She groaned, hands resting on his thick thighs as his cock stretched her throat and made her eyes water, but the sounds he started making above her were worth every second of the struggle. And she knew that she was making inelegant, choking sounds, but he seemed to be enjoying it from the way he was speaking, rumbling low and reverent. "Such a good girl, huh? Such a good fucking girl, take Daddy so well," he was praising as he snapped his hips forward, his pace getting quicker as her jaw got looser, opening wider, letting him in, the head of his cock smacking against the back of her throat and drawing out gagging noises. "Fucking hell, you're a perfect doll, aren't you?"

Rey was a mess by the time Ben pulled back, lifting her onto the bed, laying her out and pushing three fingers into her mouth, stroking over her wet tongue and the spit that was gathered around her teeth and spilling down her chin. Her whole body reacted between her lips, jerking and arching in surprise at the action, attempting to clamp her thighs together, but his other hand slapped down hard against one of her thighs, keeping it firmly apart. She wasn't sure what to expect, but him pulling his fingers out of her mouth before shifting to push them in between her legs wasn't it, and she let out a cut off squeal as she jerked off the bed.

"Oh fuck!" She cried out, and Ben actually had the audacity to let out a laugh under his breath. It took a shockingly short amount of time before she came, crying and clutching at the sheets and Ben nodded, talking her through the orgasm while his fingers kept moving relentlessly inside her. He didn't stop, not until she was grabbing at his arm, legs trying to close around his wrist, crying out Daddy, Daddy, Daddy in a way that had his eyes gleaming.

"Perfect girl," he whispered to her when her body felt completely limp, her lower body sticky from cum and her face all damp from spit and he took a moment to survey her before he was undoing the buttons of his shirt. "Such a beautiful thing, hm? Got the sweetest tits," he reached out, abruptly pulling at one of her nipples and Rey panted as she jolted forward and he just grinned before straightening up.

There was a moment there when Rey knew that the camera's would be focussing on Ben, as he stripped slowly out of his clothes and his incredible ass was displayed, and she took a moment to have something to drink and try to wipe her face up just a little because of how much of a mess she was. Poe met her eyes briefly, Finn focussed on his camera and the laptop screen, and he gave her a questioning look. Rey gave him a small nod and smile back and Poe's expression relaxed, clearly reassured, and while it was unconventional, it was nice having a friendship like they did, she was very appreciative.

"Let me see that hole, hm? Show Daddy your hole, see how loose you are," Ben murmured and Rey felt a flash of heat go through her at the way that Ben dragged her into place, one of his thick fingers pressing back inside her. He had been manhandling her the whole time, and she absolutely loved it, and he continued now, turning her onto her side, so that she was completely exposed to the cameras, and pulling her legs apart. He towered over her, so big and broad, and when he started fucking her, Rey's head was empty of all thoughts, only buzzing white noise. "So good for Daddy, sweetheart," Ben grunted in her ear, her body jerking underneath him, beautifully helpless.

"Daddy," she managed to whisper after he'd cum across her stomach, rubbing it in before pressing his fingers back into her mouth to clean them off. Ben kissed her lips, licking the smear of cum from her bottom one and making her whimper against his mouth as his tongue explored her thoroughly.

"Sweet girl," Ben's voice and words were all sweet as things shifted, Poe coming over and handing them both towels and dressing gowns. Rey didn't remember all of it, everything bleary and a bit confusing, and she had never ended up in subspace when filming a scene before, she hadn't even felt like this in months–maybe years. She remembered Ben staying there with her, rubbing her back and helping her have some apple juice to drink when Finn pressed it into her hand. They said goodbye at some point, and Rey went home with Finn and Poe, the way she always did, never spending the night alone after she had filmed with someone, although this was one of the first times she was really glad about it. It felt good to snuggle between them when she fell asleep that night, even though Poe always ended up pushing her out of the way so that he could snuggle his boyfriend by the time morning came.

She had followed Ben on the rest of his professional accounts–under Kylo Ren–after they had shot together, and he'd followed her back, but they hadn't messaged at all. Rey was way too shy to out of the blue send him a message, and she didn't know him enough to know if he had even liked her beyond having some good sex. And it definitely was good sex, it was great sex, it was maybe in the top five best experiences she'd had sexually, and she never thought one of her filmed scenes would be in that. He had been incredible, the whole thing had, and she had touched herself every night since with his voice in her ears, imagining him calling her sweetheart, telling her she was a good girl, praising how loose she was…The amount of orgasms she'd had felt almost unhealthy.

It was a few weeks later that Finn sent her the final copy of the video of her and Ben, and she had opened the file immediately, thinking that she would be overly critical like she always was when she looked at herself, but all she could remember was how good it was. It was so clear, on both of their faces, how good it was, and when he turned her over and threw her face down in the bed and grabbed her ass, pulling her onto all fours, she could feel it, the way his cock slid into her from behind, the way his big hands had squeezed at her ass, slapping it, and she was so loud. And he kept calling himself Daddy, and he made her look so tiny as he covered her body with his and fucked into her, pulling at her hair…

She didn't think she'd ever have a video she liked more than it.

When Finn checked in with her later, it was a voice message that was teasing and clearly knowing how much she was going to like it, and Poe was laughing faintly in the background, and she didn't even bother responding.

Not about how much she liked it, how much she dreamed about it, how much it affected her was also a reason she didn't reach out to Ben, because it kind of all felt too good to be true. And what they had done had been something they had agreed to before for a particular scene, it didn't mean he would actually be into those things, or say those same kinds of things–or even want to have anything to do with her outside of filming. And all those anxieties stopped her from reaching out–resuming her normal, daily schedule with a whole lot more fantasies plaguing her, a specific voice in her ear every time her fingers slipped inside herself or she used her favourite toy.

Nearly two months had passed when Rey saw him again. She made a point to go for a half-walk, half-run at least three times a week, not because she liked it, but because she begrudgingly acknowledged that it was good for her mental health. There was a cafe almost twenty-five minutes away from her apartment, and she treated herself to an iced chocolate with extra whip whenever she went out. It was small and casual enough that she didn't mind going in there smelling a little like sweat, and she would drink it on her way back. This time, after she placed her order, she looked toward the far side of the cafe where there was always rotating artwork, and this time, there was someone strikingly familiar in the corner.

Ben.

He was in the corner of the room at a table with a book in his hands–not even a Kindle or reading on his phone, but an actual book–and a pair of glasses perched on his nose as he read. There was a tea cup in front of him and some kind of muffin but Rey was stuck on the glasses, and then following the way one of his thick fingers turned the page in his book, the same fingers that had been teasing her and pushing inside her mouth just a few months ago. She wasn't sure how long she had stared before she realized what she was doing and quickly whipped around, glowing even redder than just because of how warm she was already feeling from her jog there. She wasn't sure if she should approach him, if he would prefer to be alone, what she should even say to him, how she could–

"Rey!" Called the girl behind the counter with a bright smile as she held up her drink, and Rey felt as Ben's eyes suddenly found her. She approached the counter and smiled back at the girl, her mouth a little tight in the corners, before her eyes were dragged to the corner of the room where Ben was looking at her expectantly with a smile on his face. She smiled hesitantly back and he tipped his head forward slightly, as though inviting her to the seat opposite him, and she walked slowly over to join him.

"Hi," she said quietly.

"Rey, hi," Ben smiled at her, looking down purposefully again at the seat opposite him and Rey bit down on her lower lip, wincing as she looked down at her outfit.

"Ah…I'm not really dressed to sit down," she replied, hoping that her deodorant was holding up.

"You look great," Ben's response was quick and earnest and Rey was blushing again before nodding helplessly and sliding down into the seat opposite him. "I, uh–I wanted to message you," he began saying almost immediately and Rey's eyes were wide as she looked across at him, hands wrapped around her mug. "I just got really busy, I was moving a few days after our shoot, and it's just been taking a lot to unpack."

"Yeah, totally," Rey nodded quickly. "Do you like your new place?"

"It's really nice–it's just down the block, actually," Ben said and Rey's eyebrows shot up.

"Really?!" Ben nodded. "I–I live pretty close around here too," she told him and Ben's smile slowly widened.

They talked for so long and so much that Rey's drink ended up going cold before she could finish it. Ben insisted on taking it up to the counter to reheat for her, and Rey went red for the umpteenth time. Ben talked about the book he was reading and the pottery class he'd taken with his aunt the weekend before, and asked Rey about her job at the plant store and what she liked doing in her free time. It was over an hour later when they both realized the cafe was getting busy with people waiting for seats.

"Did you–did you want to come back to mine?" Rey blurted out before she could overthink herself into shutting her mouth and she saw the flicker of emotions that ran across Ben's face. There was something darker, eyes burning up briefly, before twisting into a small smile that made her shiver.

"Yeah, sweetheart, that sounds good," he replied and Rey almost moaned in the middle of the cafe.

Rey hadn't considered any of this when she had left her apartment that morning, her washing hanging out on her small balcony, her unwashed breakfast dishes in the sink, her towel dumped over the back of her sofa from after her shower last night, the pizza box on her coffee table… Ben didn't bat at an eye at the mess when they arrived, his expression gentle and inquisitive as he moved around, and he smiled whenever he came across any of her photos. Rey was shifting from foot-to-foot as she watched him, conscious of her slightly sweaty smell, and her messy apartment, but distracted when Ben suddenly made a sound and pointed to one of the pictures, one with Finn when they were hiking.

"I remember Finn showing me this picture," he said with a lopsided smile. "You had a boyfriend then." Rey blinked, eyes flicking between Ben and the photo on her wall, because, yes, that photo was from about eighteen months ago, and she'd still been with her ex then. She wasn't sure how Ben knew that though. The confusion must have shown on her face because Ben grinned. "I asked Finn for your number, and he said you were taken," he explained with a one shouldered shrug and Rey's mouth dropped open.

"What?" She exhaled sharply. "You asked–Finn knew you liked me, and he knew I liked you, and he didn't say anything?" Rey rolled her eyes to the ceiling and shook her head. When she dropped her head forward again, Ben was watching her with an amused expression and she flushed red, something that seemed to happen time and time again when she was with Ben. She cleared her throat and turned to the side. "I, uh–I should probably go shower," she said, too busy thinking about her escape from the room to notice as Ben was stepping closer, his long legs only needing a few steps to reach her.

"You ask me over, and then you say you're going to shower?" Ben arched an eyebrow at Rey, and she almost tripped over her feet as she noticed him and jerked back. Ben's hand snapped out immediately and holding onto her elbow, easily steadying her. "Is that supposed to be an invitation?"

"That's not–I didn't m-mean–" Rey stammered over her words, her body shaking and Ben watching with clear amusement on his face, still holding her, letting her trip over her words even though he knew what he was doing to her as his thumb began to gently rub against her forearm. She cut off and tried to ground herself, even though Ben was absolutely not happening, making her thoughts erratic and messy, and she knew he knew that. He was clearly trying not to laugh, which she appreciated, but it didn't help the nervous butterflies that were swarming her stomach. "Stop laughing at me," Rey whined as she covered her face with her hand and let out a self-deprecating laugh.

"I'm not laughing at you," Ben told her gently, still holding her arm while the other reached out to tip her chin upward, waiting patiently for her to uncover her face. And because he was being so sweet, and his voice was so gentle, and she wanted him so bad, she let her hand fall away, and slowly peeked up at him. He was watching her with only fondness in his eyes, and it made her feel warm and light in ways that she hadn't in so long. Maybe ever. There had only ever been one, brief relationship that had made her feel like that, that had made her realize how much the word Daddy affected her…

"Shower with me?" She managed to ask breathlessly, and Ben didn't hesitate before accepting her offer.

She had been worried about how they would be together without the cameras, without a script, without pre-decided boundaries, without Poe and Finn there to break the ice if something went wrong or just felt awkward. Even after everything had felt so easy at the cafe, talking for well over an hour, and then walking back to her apartment, part of her was still worried–especially given how experienced he'd been, how fucking incredible he had made her feel. Part of her definitely felt as though she couldn't be all that interesting, measuring up next to the other people that he probably interacted with regularly.

She was wrong.

Something between them just clicked.

Rey was stripping out of her leggings and trying to keep her eyes to herself when Ben reached out and rested a hand on her hip, so big it engulfed her hip, reminding her how small she was next to him, but she didn't feel afraid at all. His touch was gentle, questioning, giving her plenty of time to move away if she chose to.

But she turned around and faced him.

Ben's thumb pressed against her chin, two fingers curling underneath it and tipping her face up to look at him, and it felt like her breath had been stolen away as his eyes met hers, staring at her as though he could read every single thing in her mind. He held her there, suspended in time with him as he drank in the details of her face; the freckles over her nose, the tiny scar on her cheek, the way her lips were dry from how much she'd been biting them… And then he kissed her, and time was suddenly spinning and spiralling and it felt as though everything was moving so fast, her mind could barely keep up.

Ben helped her undress and picked her up as though he didn't even notice her weight as he carried her into her bathroom and turned on her shower. He held her in his arms with her tits pressed against his chest and one of his hands squeezing her ass as the water warmed, their lips moving together. Rey felt as though she was being burned all over from the way Ben was touching her, holding her up so easily while his hands roamed over her, squeezing at her hips, bruising over her thighs, fingers skimming between the cheeks of her ass as she felt his hard cock bump against her. Her eyes rolled back as he stepped into the shower, still holding her, only putting her down when she giggled and mentioned that she really did need to clean herself. She should feel more self conscious, completely naked in front of someone that was completely gorgeous and who she had only been around once before, but then he started massaging her scalp when she used her shampoo, and he took the body wash from her, bubbling it up over her back and shoulders.

"Spread your legs, Rey baby," Ben whispered as his hands dipped lower and she felt him kneel down behind her. She had to lean forward and brace her hands against the wall when he started cleaning between her legs, his hands massaging her thighs, fingers knowingly swiping closer between the apex of her legs before kneading at her ass. She let out soft curses as her head tipped back, the warm water spilling over her, washing away all shampoo and body wash and any pretence that Ben was actually cleaning her. But he didn't stop, his fingers playing closer to her cunt until she whined and purposefully spread her legs further apart, hoping that he would accept the silent invitation.

And he did, a thick finger slipping inside her and Rey's shout echoing around the small bathroom, although with Ben's following chuckle. He used his fingers on her until she came, slippery with her fluids as he pressed against her clit and sliding it around in circles, firm and just the right pace, and it made her shudder and shake in his arms, her thighs quivering and her toes curling into the floor below her. His voice was even more magical than she remembered, even better than the recordings she had been listening to over and over again, his lips damp as they pressed to the curve of her ear, his teeth catching on her lobe and tugging.

"Can I fuck you? There's a condom in my wallet–is it okay, Rey?" The way he spoke to her so gently while towering over her and making her feel like he could snap her in half but still checked in with her, respected her...It was everything. She nodded quicker than she should have, given how light headed she felt, and she leaned against the wall and tried to catch her breath while he disappeared briefly, but then he was suddenly back, hauling her into his arms again, holding her high up against the wet wall. She leaned forward needily, seeking out his mouth and grabbing at his hair, just trying to touch him as much as she possibly could, her legs clamping down tightly around his hips. "Rey baby?" Ben's voice was rough. "Call me it, call me it again." Rey's body tensed, her mind flashing back to their first interlude together, at the word she dreamed about whenever she dreamed of him. "Come on, baby, you sounded so pretty calling me Daddy, I've been dreaming about hearing you say it again."

"Fuck!" Her body convulsed with a sob as pleasure wracked through her, and suddenly his hips were snapping forward, his cock burying itself somewhere deep inside her that jolted her everywhere, a second full body orgasm beginning to build. Even though he had prepared her with a few fingers and she was definitely wet enough, he was so big there was still a burn that made her head fall back against the wall with a groan. Her teeth were chattering together and she couldn't keep her eyes on Ben, they were rolled back, eyelids sliding closed every time she tried to open them. "Daddy," she gasped out before her body was jolted even further up the wall, a groan punched out of Ben's chest at her words. She felt the way his hands tightened around her and his cock seemed to get even bigger, throbbing inside her. "Daddy, I–"

"Yeah, baby?" Ben asked roughly. "What is it?"

"I'm gonna–I'm gonna cum again," she huffed out, her breath catching and uneven everytime she was thrust further up the wall and Ben just nodded, his wet hair plastered to the side of his face, strands sticking to his neck where his veins were chorded tight and making her feel even more unsteady.

"Yeah, baby, you cum again, okay?" He told her, his voice starting to feel far away and drowned out by the sound of the water and white noise. "Cum on Daddy's cock." Rey wasn't sure how she was going to face her neighbours again after the way she screamed as she came, clenching tight around Ben as he let her ride out her orgasm before his hips were snapping faster and he was chasing after his own. She bounced limply as he fucked into her, arms loosely around his shoulders and head fallen forward, no longer held up by her neck, nothing inside of her feeling strong enough to hold up any part of her body.

And that turned out to be okay, because Ben took care of everything.

He held her steady with one arm while he took off the condom, he made a face and promised to pick it up off the floor when he missed the bin in the corner of the bathroom and Rey laughed weakly. He wrapped her up in a towel first before doing the same for himself and then carried her back through to her bedroom even when she tiredly protested that she could do it herself–seeming to see right through that lie, given how weak her legs still were. And after he put her down on her bed, he went back to the bathroom to clean up the mess they'd made in there, which was the most perfect thing a man had ever done for her, and that was after he'd made her cum so hard she could barely remember her name.

After Ben came back into the room and they'd dried off, their hair still damp, they laid down under the pink and yellow flowery duvet cover that she'd gotten in the Christmas specials last year, and his hand found hers under the blankets. The silence stretched out, although it wasn't awkward, and when Rey's stomach made a loud gurgling sound, they both exchanged looks and laughed.

"Did you want to order some food?" She suggested after a moment and Ben's eyebrow twitched in agreement.

"Let's do it."

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