Thread by @itsmzladybird

CW // NSFW; older brother; underage drinking; weed and cigarettes

It’s #ReyloSpiritWeek and Big Brother is watching 👀

“Ben Solo was home for the weekend. His parents, however, were not.” (Read below!)

1. Which was precisely why his baby sister, Kaydel, decided to throw a rager for her 18th birthday. “You’re gonna get in so much trouble if they find out, Kay.”

Kaydel rolled her eyes and dabbed her brow bone with another layer of glitter. “Reybee?”

“Yeah?”

“Knock it off.”

2. The party was out of control. Booze, weed, heavy bass—Rey’s head throbbed pleasantly as her third shot lit her from the inside. She tugged at the hem of her cutoffs, but one step sent them sliding right back up her arse cheeks. Someone called her name by the pool table.

3. “Niima! Come play a round!”

Rey stumbled through the throng of people dancing in the middle of the den. She was halfway to the pool table when she felt something like static pricking her neck. She looked up and saw him.

4. He stood against the wall, fiddling with his phone. He wore a ball cap pulled low, fitted jeans, and a basic white tee. A hand-rolled cigarette dangled between his lips. And his eyes…

His eyes were on /her/.

“Niima!” Finn shouted. “Get your ass over here!”

5. Rey didn’t know how to play pool. She understood the rules and mechanics well enough, but actually executing a game? Psh. Finn handed her a cue stick, and Rey held it at arm’s length like it might bite. “Finn, I don’t—”

“I take it you’ve never played?”

6. Rey jerked, turning so fast she nearly smacked Ben Solo in the face with the cue. He dodged, chuckling, and Rey’s cheeks burned hotter than the cigarette Ben still held between his lips.

“Here, I’ll show you.”

7. Maybe it was the shots. Maybe it was the second-hand high from the weed smoke. Or maybe it was Ben, and the way he seemed to suck all the air from the room. Whatever /it/ was, it left Rey lightheaded and achy. Ben slid behind her, and the feeling intensified.

“Bend over.”

8. Rey shivered, teeth practically chattering as she slowly leaned over the pool table. The cue shook in her grasp.

“Here, hold it like this.”

9. Ben bent forward, until his front grazed Rey’s back. His arms came around her, hands closing over hers as he helped line up the cue.

“It’s all about the angle,” Ben whispered, lips at her ear. The heat of his cigarette caressed Rey’s cheek. She swallowed and nodded.

10. “W-what’s a good angle?”

“Depends on what you’re going for. Long shot. Multiple balls. You’d be surprised how much you can get done with the right angle, the right thrust—”

11. Ben pressed closer, and Rey nearly moaned as he fitted himself against her arse. She wanted to push back, see if he was big, if he was /hard/. He sucked on the cig resting at the corner of his mouth. Rey could taste the smoke.

“Let’s start simple, yeah? Work you up first.”

12. Ben was both a good teacher and a terrible distraction—Rey struggled to get a hang of the game. Finn and Poe weren’t fairing much better, though. They seemed more interested each other. It wasn’t long before the two boys abandoned the table in favor of a dark corner.

13. “Looks like it’s just us now, baby girl.”

Rey looked up at Ben with wide eyes. No one had ever called her that before. It was scary how much she liked it.

Ben grabbed one of the other cues. He jerked his chin at the balls. “Line ‘em up?”

14. They didn’t speak, letting the house music fill the silence between them as they played. Rey willed herself to focus on the game, but she could feel Ben watching her as she struggled to land a shot.

15. “Are you – ahem – are you liking Stanford?”

Ben took a long drag, elbow resting on his cue. “Yeah, it’s good. Hard, but good.”

“That’s…good?” Fuck, she was so lame.

16. Ben smirked, eyes dancing with something Rey couldn’t name. His gaze dipped briefly, lingering on her exposed midriff. It was a harmless glance. And yet Rey felt like prostrating herself on the pool table and letting him run that hot stare…everywhere.

17. “You applied to places yet?”

“A few,” Rey lined up, squinting in concentration. “I’m hoping to get into a good mechanical engineering program.”

“You still working on cars?”

“On the weekends, yeah. Chewie needs the help, and I like it, so…”

18. They went on like that for the rest of the game. Little bits of conversation interspersed with silence. Rey learned that Ben had switched his major from Biochem to Computer Science, and Ben learned that Rey had turned 18 in April. His stares lingered longer after that.

19. It was well past midnight, and Rey was well past tipsy. She moved around the pool table, scanning her options. Ben watched her with something like intention. When Rey moved past him, he turned towards her. Their fingers twined briefly beneath the lip of the table.

20. Rey had always liked Ben. Liked him too much, liked him against all better judgment. Never mind the fact he was Kaydel’s brother, or that he was 2 years older. Handsome, intelligent, and a little bad—Ben ticked boxes Rey didn’t know she had.

21. So when Ben came up behind her and murmured, “You’ve got a shot, right there. See it?” Rey licked her lips, bent low…

And dragged her arse firmly against the front of his jeans.

22. It was wicked, and bolder than anything she’d do sober, but Rey wasn’t sober, was she? She felt Ben tense, could have sworn she heard the sharp intake of breath. Rey smiled, lined up the cue, and took her shot.

23. Damn, she missed. Rey huffed, pouting, and straightened. It brought her flush to Ben’s chest. She shifted, just a fraction, and bit her lip when her bum rolled over an unmistakable hardness denting the denim—

Ben’s hands came down on Rey’s hips, holding her in place.

24. “Good shot.”

“I missed.”

“Well, it looked good from here.”

Rey glanced up at Ben over her shoulder, brow arched. His grin was pure sin.

25. Ben brushed aside Rey’s hair, casting a quick glance across the room. Slow and secretive, he pressed the gentlest kiss to her shoulder.

“I have to go to the restroom.”

Ben straightened, already pulling away, but Rey shook her head. She caught his hand and gave a tug.

26. “Ben. I have to /go to the restroom/.”

Frowning, Ben let Rey lead him towards the hall. It wasn’t until she got him to the bathroom door that he understood.

27. He took her for the first time against the shower. Then he took her /inside/ of the shower. The water drowned out the party beyond the walls and smothered the chorus of soft moans neither of them seemed capable of containing.

28. At one point, when Ben had her pressed against the tiles as he fitted his cock at her entrance, Rey bemoaned her intoxicated state.
She wanted a clear head. She didn’t want to miss a single detail of this moment.

29. “Sweet, filthy thing,” Ben growled, hand sliding down Rey’s front. “You’re all grown up now, aren’t you?”

30. He kept at her for what felt like hours. The water ran cold. People pounded the door, begging to “use it!” Ben didn’t care. He had 3 condoms and a point to prove. He pulled pleasure from her in fistfuls. He showed Rey /exactly/ how much could be done with the right angle.

31. After, Ben helped Rey from the shower and swaddled her in a fluffy towel. He dried her hair and face. He pressed kiss after kiss to her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders. And Rey let him, reveling in Ben’s attention and the support of his chest as he pulled her into a hug.

32. “I’ve wanted you for ages.”

Rey was too tired to be embarrassed by the confession. She rested her chin on Ben’s chest, lids drooping. He smiled down at her and tucked a piece of damp hair behind her ear. After a beat, he spoke.

33. “You know…Stanford has an excellent mechanical engineering program.”

Rey’s smile spread slow and wide.

✨The End✨

Thank you to @bb_kate_ and @feralsandgremln for hosting this lovely event!