The cofffeehouse on her way to and from work was a favorite spot of Rey’s. If she didn’t make it there before work, she definitely stopped in on her way home. They recognized her as she walked in, sometimes having her usual order ready by the time she got to the register to order. A raspberry mocha and blueberry scone was a daily necessity.
Walking in on a dark rainy morning, she shook away the raindrops and smiled at Finn who called out a greeting from the register. A tall man stood in front of her and looked down at her. She had seen him here almost as often as she was. He was a bit intimidating to be honest. Always in a dark suit and tie. Did he work near here? Maybe in the financial district? She caught a whiff of something and pressed her lips together, looking down. Clearly he was a man of power.
Clearly he was an Alpha.
@wherehaveyouben
Ben was known for being unapproachable, unforgiving and short tempered. He worked alongside a young contracts manager named Rose Tico who described him as prickly. He didn’t care. He wasn’t here to make friends he was here to make money and expand the company.
The guy at the register didn’t like Ben, Ben always added a please and a thank you, so really there was no issue. He took his black coffee and caught a waft of something that made his jaw clench. There was an omega in here. Unmated and approaching heat. It wasn’t strong enough that it was imminent, he guessed a few days but whoever it was needed to dial up with their suppressants.
Ben didn’t believe in alphas being able to claim whoever they wanted. It was barbaric, he’d got through his ruts using betas only. He avoided the issue of dealing with omegas. Hence the suffocating air of the coffee shop was getting on top of him.
He shouldered out of the place nearly knocking a young woman off her feet. “Apologies.” He recognised her somewhat. She was in here the same time as him regularly, he also worked with a chap called Poe who he believed she was friends with. Ben crashes through the door and inhaled lungfulls of fresh air before taking off towards work.
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"Miss Niima?" Rey heard from the front of the classroom. Her conversation with Rose paused. "See me after class, please."
She rolled her eyes and flashed a thumbs up to Professor Solo, not 'Ben.' He made a point that she couldn't call him Ben like everyone else could, she had to call him Professor.
"As I was saying," Rey continued loudly, "I wouldn't walk around in my underwear, but I would, maybe, walk around in a swimsuit. They're situational, you know?"
Finn, who was rarely on task, chimed in. But Rey was more focused on following Ben's movement through the classroom. He looked good in his trousers, and even more so when he rolled up the sleeves of his button-down shirt.
Rey loved having small class sizes in college, it meant she'd be able to work closely with her teachers. But in History of Early Civilizations, she was getting a little too much attention.
"Am I interrupting something, Rey?" He asked, leaning forward, so he was at face level.
Rey smirked and leaned back in her chair, so the front legs lifted up. "Not at all, Professor, we're having a riveting discussion about underwear and swimsuits. Care to join in?"
Rey felt her chair fall to its normal position after Ben grabbed the back of it and forced her down.
Once again, Ben leaned forward, so their heads were at the same level. But this time, his voice was much, much lower. "You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, Doll."
Oh, she was really in for it now.
First, she sauntered in five minutes late with breakfast for her and her friends.
Second, she intentionally wore shorts and a neat, athletic sweater with the zipper undone.
Thirdly, she rolled her eyes.
Lastly, she derailed the focus of her group.
And with what she just heard from Ben, she knew she was going to pay for her actions.
As if he said nothing to her, He perked back up and announced to the class, "Please don't forget to post your responses to the forum, and prepare for next week's debate. I'll email the specifics by the end of today. You're dismissed!"
"Rose? Rey? I'm headed to the Mariano's for lunch. Want to join?" Finn asked with Rose behind him.
"No, I'm good thanks, I brought lunch, and I'm going to eat on campus," Rey responded, zipping her backpack and eyeing Ben packing his bag.
"Sounds good!" Rose cheered. "Text me if you end up wanting anything. We'll see you later, Rey!"
Everyone had filed out of the classroom, leaving Rey and Ben last.
"You know, Miss Niima." He started walking towards the door. "I don't take sass from just anyone."
Rey followed next to him and replied, "But sassing you is so much fun." She said under her breath as they walked through the common area.
Ben chuckled and took a long swig from his water bottle, which Rey refilled during class. "You look thirsty, Professor. Let me go fill this up for you." She said earlier, in the middle of his lecture.
"And that is why you're coming back to my office with me." He stated matter-of-factly.
Ben opened the door for Rey, and she walked in, looking around at his accolades hung on these walls. Ben, however, looked around the hallway to see if anyone was watching or would notice if he closed the door.
All clear. Ben thought to himself.
Look at her, walking around as if she was innocent.
She wouldn't have gotten into this if she hadn't sent him a picture last night.
Rey had displayed herself out on her bed, laying with her notebooks and papers and computer around her.
Additionally, she had the end of a pen bit into her mouth, a habit Ben nudged and kicked her seat for.
In her defense, she was studying. She just decided to do it without clothes on, just a little matching bralette and panty set.
Rey - at 11:39
God, Professor, why'd you have to assign so many readings? You know, no one even does it, we all just share the quiz answers. This week, it's even my turn to do it.
"Should I say it, or should we get right to it?" Rey asked, dropping her bag onto the leather chesterfield couch that was against the wall.
Ben's eyes turned dark with intensity. "Sweetheart, you're not going to say anything." Ben brought his fingers up Rey's arms and landed them around her jawline. "I already told you that you're putting this pretty mouth to work."
Rey smirked at his words and knelt at his feet. It's not like she doesn't already melt around him.
"Ask me, professor." She asked with a big breath, eyes wide.
Ben huffed and put a hand on the top of Rey's head. "Do you want this, Miss Niima? You could walk out of here right now and report me."
"And why would I do that?" Rey chimed. "If I did that, I wouldn't be able to see my favorite cock. Hell yes, I want this. I want you, Ben."
Ben heard her consent, his pants were already undone, and his strained length was out on display.
"Look at you." he said, "sucking my cock like a good girl." With her mouth still on him, Ben took a few steps back to lean on his desk.
She really was working her mouth.
Rey salivated at just the thought of his penis. She eyed it when he'd pace around the room during his lecture, and when he'd sit atop the tables helping other students.
But having it in front of her was a whole other experience. Rey's head bobbed faster than she knew it could, and her tongue swirled around like she had a popsicle in her mouth. And, god, her hands, gripped tight around his base and pumped like there was no tomorrow.
Ben tried to keep his moans under control, compensating by clenching one hand around Rey's hair and the other holding the corner of his desk.
"You're going to take my come in your mouth and hold it until I say so," Ben ordered, head tilted back on his neck.
He felt an "mmhm" and a nod around him in response.
"Good," he groaned through his throat, "girl. Do you see what happens when you run your mouth at me in class? And when you send me dirty pictures late at night?"
Both of his hands now met the sides of Rey's head, helping her work faster on him.
"You better hurry up, you never know if one of your classmates will knock on my door asking for help." Ben cooed, "you wouldn't want them to walk in and find you on your knees, sucking my cock."
Rey immediately pulled him out of her mouth and looked mischievously, "maybe I do, Professor?"
He keened forward and grabbed her head again to get her back. Ben felt himself twitch when her lips met his length again. Her moans sent chills up and down his spine.
Ben started breathing heavily, and deep groans escaped from his throat. He was right there.
"Ready for this come, baby girl? Be good and keep it in your mouth."
He restrained his climax by biting down on his lip.
Rey tightly shut her eyes as she felt his ribbons shoot to the back of her throat, she nearly gagged as she fought to keep it in her large of her mouth.
"Up here, please," Ben asked, holding his hand to her to stand. "Show me," he now ordered, pants already buttoned together.
She obeyed and opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out, displaying the milky white liquid pooled together. Ben wrapped his arms around Rey and hummed in satisfaction.
"You can swallow now, sweetheart."
Again, she obeyed and took a big gulp, sending his come down her throat.
When Ben knew she finished swallowing, he gave one last order. "Kiss me."
Rey happily obliged.
He detected a hint of his come during their kiss, but he didn't mind at all.
After Rey pulled away, she turned to look at the clock above the doorways.
"Shit, I have class in five minutes. I have to go." She resigned. Rey paced over to the couch and dropped down. "I didn't even eat lunch yet."
"Well, maybe if you didn't sass me today, you would've had time to eat something other than my cock." Ben quipped, walking around to sit at his chair.
Rey rolled her eyes and slung her bag over her shoulders. "Oh, whatever." She said as she opened his office door.
With the door wide open, he said, "I'll see you at office hours this evening, right, Miss Niima?
"Yes, Professor." She responded as she left the room.
With a spring in her step, Rey walked over to her afternoon class.
She found Rose and Finn sitting on the couches in the commons.
Rushed, Rey sat on the couch with her friends and started unpacking her sandwich.
"I thought you already ate lunch, Rey? We were gone for like, an hour." Rose asked, already getting up to go to class.
"I was...uh.." Rey paused, with a full bite in her mouth, "caught up doing the forum post for Solo."
Finn looked suspicious of Rey's answer but brushed it off quickly. He replied, "you normally wait until the night before to do that, but I won't fight your initiative to keep up."
Rey scarfed her sandwich down, but nearly choked when she saw Ben refill his water bottle, and wink at her.
Office hours will be quite productive, later. Rey thought to herself.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo, Leia Organa/Han Solo, Ben Solo/Original Female Character(s)
Characters: Han Solo, Luke Skywalker, Armitage Hux, Poe Dameron, Rose Tico, Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo, Leia Organa
Additional Tags: Original Female Character(s) - Freeform
Summary:
What happens when two souls collide, only to be pulled apart by a constant and toxic interference, can love and such an unexplainable pull be enough. What will happen when tragedy strikes?
Happiest Mother fucking birthday to my Dyad in this crazy fucking world. If you haven’t seen us in the tags. I’m sorry. We the real deal. If you have I’m also sorry. Actually I’m not. We are great. She’s my the Ben to my Rey always ready with that Good boy sweater and my main squeeze and my person. Thank you endlessly. So enjoy this birthday shit show. I wish I could do more. <3 I love you yellow and blue hearts baby.
“ Are you sure that looks right?” Her hands sat high on narrow hips as she swayed, her fingers brushing gently at the softest down she’d ever felt, trying to soothe the storm that wouldn’t undoubtedly start if she raised her voice too much.
“ No dear, I was into politics, not domestics. Han, go try a nibble. We can swipe frosting over it. He’ll never know.”
“ Of course he’ll know Princess. He’s related to you. And I chose life. I’ve made it this long without dying. I’d like to see these two graduated High school if you don’t mind.”
Rey sighed in exasperation. Watching as her Father in law shifted her daughter Posey giving her a slip of icing from his finger.
“ Rey, you know he’d love a boxed cake just as much. It’s the thought that counts my dear. He doesn’t need a four tier, Blackberry Lavender Cake. It’s thoughtful but kind of pretentious.”
And it seemed to be the end of Rey’s wits. “Of course he does! He’s turning forty. I’ve missed all the other important ones. Well mostly. He’s older than I am. It may not be important to you, or to Han, and a boxed cake may very well be just as good, because he doesn’t even like cake. He likes that horrid imported black licorice that tastes like utter fucking shit. But it matters to me.”
Rey knew her in laws wouldn’t entirely understand her meltdown. They’d blame it on her hormones from having Lennox. Never understanding it was simply because she’d never had others to spend birthdays with that made Rey find them so important. And Ben, he was the love of her life. And she’d missed too many. And she knew there were a few Han and Leia had missed for reasons of their own, not that she’d mention that now. So Forty, Forty was a big deal.
And her cake was turning out to be shit. Utter fucking shit. Rey was convinced Posey could make a better cake, and she was 3.
It had taken her four attempts at the cake. Four. and the fire department had come out once. Only once. And the cake looked no closer to the one pictured that she’d hoped for when she first started. And of course there was Han, ever humorous Han. Even when there was *no need* for humor. Forty fucking candles atop a poorly made cake.
Forty of them.
And she could hear the key in the door, and she’d never felt so sick in her life, and she vomited through the entire active labor phase with Lennox. All down Ben to be precise.
She’d never forget his expression. The flicker of awe, as his eyes met the mop of curls that belonged to his raven haired beauty of a daughter. And she must have said something along the lines of “ Happy Birthday Daddy.” But Rey couldn’t be sure, as she suddenly felt suspended beneath water. And then he was looking at her, and she felt her heart explode all over again. And it didn’t matter that she hadn’t made him a million cakes before. Only this one did.
Ben’s eyes flickered between their new son, cradled against his wife, and the cake. Pointing, before folding his hands with a bow. “ Did you make this for me Rey?”
It was as if it were just the two of them, although she knew fully the exchange was taking place between a few curious eyes. “Yes, just for you Ben. Happy Birthday my love.”
She hummed as his lips found her temple, and his hip her own, rubbing his fingers into her shoulder, their son sleeping on, unbothered by the monumental day.
“ It’s a really ugly cake Rey--” He whispered into her ear.
Earning a round of laughter, as she wiped at her eyes. Her hormones and emotions getting the best of her. “ I know, its so fucking ugly.”
“ Mummy said fucking--”
And it was in moments like this that she loved him the most, as he swung their daughter on to his shoulders, his normally rather shy self doing the most ridiculous dance she’d seen in the process. “ Yes my love and now you have as well. But Mummy is a heathen Princess and you are my sweet girl. Sweet girls can’t use those words. So, how about you help me with all these candles and we can try this possibly toxic cake to make Mummy feel better about how ugly it is yea?”
He watched his daughter from her perch in his brows, and for a moment was terrified at how long it took to bribe her for sweets. “ Alright--but Papa Han said it might be radioactive and kill us all. It did take her four times. That's this many times.” Posey said, holding the proper amount of fingers down in her father's face.
“ Yes, well Papa Han, and sometimes Nana Leia are senile. Now let's go, We don’t want to hurt Mummy’s feelings.”
Rey watched from the doorway, as she nursed her youngest child. The birthday song sung and finished,her husbands tender fingers as he held back his daughters hair as she blew out the candles on *his* cake for her. And a round of *Eww’s* chorused her table.
“ Well, if it wasn’t poisoned before, it is now. Thanks Posey. The spity was unnecessary.”
It was amongst the chaos that Rey felt most calm. She’d come from nowhere. A girl from Jakku, with no last name, and yet somehow she’d gotten everything. Found a family. She may be a terrible cake maker, but that didn’t matter, as long as every birthday, she got this, she’d always be happy, and content. Because She’d made herself a family of her own.
She was just about to join the table when she felt it, a smear of something sticky and sweet, across her face and lips, and the sensation nearly made her gag. As she pulled back her husband shook with mirth. “ I love you Rey, you are beautiful and my children are beautiful, but that cake is absolutely terrible.” He laughed again, shoveling another bite into not only his own mouth, but her own, before smearing her again with the frosting.
“ You’re right, boxed cake it is next year.”
She stopped him as he was about to dart away after their daughter to involve her in what was about to be the *best cake war ever*.
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Soppy post time see this person she’s going to kill me I’ll pretend I’m asleep and oblivious. This is my person. Whom have thought Star Wars and a Galaxy could bring to completely mental twats like ourselves together and 7 months and a fucking pandemic later....💛💙 i don’t tell her I love her or I appreciate her enough especially when I’m on shark week and off my tits mental having a meltdown because I don’t share. I’m her real biggest fan, even if she likes cornflakes...she will insult my tomato beer.
So thank you for being my Ben, but more so my best friend. Be it for a cry or to yell at me for ruining your life and sucking you into Vikings or birthday movie dates. I can never say enough to let you know how much I appreciate and love you
“-------IF YOU DON’T MIND, I’ll be taking the lead on this mission. And actually, thinking about it... I imagine this is more of a solo mission, so don’t feel obligated to join.”
