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“Alright class, settle down. We’re starting the last segment of the year today. This will make up 30% of your final grade.”
The dingy classroom filled with exasperated groans of young students, a mixture of high school juniors and seniors. And one freshman.
Ben let his eyes wander around the room, already done with the class for the day. He let Coach Canady’s droning wash over him as his focus sharpened on the freshman.
Rey Niima.
She was an enigma; a freshman taking seniors’ classes. He’d heard all about her from Poe and Bazine, who shared Calculus and English Literature as well as PE with her, before he got to see her for himself. Poe’s description over-sexualized her, while Bazine’s was obviously colored with jealousy.
In reality, Rey Niima was the girl of Ben’s dreams.
She was petite, like a pixie. She couldn’t be taller than five and a half feet, if even that much. She had luxurious golden brown hair that she wore in a row of three buns down the back of her head most days, which just highlighted the slim curves of her neck and shoulders.
He wondered what they tasted like.
“Solo,” Coach Canady’s voice calling his name jerked him from his reverie and he huffed after raising his hand with a gruff ‘here’.
He heard a snicker from the side and didn’t even bother to look before he lightly punched Poe, sitting in the seat directly to his left, in the leg.
“Ow, you dick!” Poe’s hissed irritation helped to soothe Ben’s own.
As the coach continued to call roll, Ben continued to casually observe the classroom. But eventually his attention wandered back to Rey.
Despite the class not officially beginning, she was already jotting things in her notebook. Her pencil moved silently over the page, being too far away for Ben to hear it. He wondered what she was writing about.
It was a shame he’d never been able to get her alone, even though he'd tried all year. He wanted to see what made her… tick.
A piercing wail shattered the dim hum of chatter in the classroom and caused more than a few students to cover their ears in pain.
“What the-” someone piped up from behind Ben, and asked the question they were all thinking.
In Coach Canady’s hands lay a pale bundle of silicone-covered arms, legs, body, and head.
“Let me introduce you to your first children,” the coach intoned drolly. “Congratulations. You will be paired up randomly . Each unit will be supplied with slings, bottles, diapers, and clothes. Everything you need to meet the basic needs of a growing human.”
The “baby” shrieked again. The class watched in horror as Coach Canady curled the doll into the crook of his arm and began to rock it gently. The collective sigh of relief rippled through the room, though, as the high-pitched cries quieted. That’s when the gravity of the assignment finally became apparent to most of them.
Through all the commotion, Ben kept an eye on Rey. The way she watched the coach soothe and rock the noise away… there was a hunger held evident in every line of her body.
The next half hour was spent listening to the details of the assignment. Blah blah blah, baby cries, blah blah blah, feed it, diaper it, rock it to sleep. Partners would switch the baby every day, and the sensors would log any sort of shaking or inappropriate handling.
Ben eyed the robotic infant now resting on the coach’s desk with askance. It was vaguely infant-looking. Enough to be a reminder, he guessed. He was so absorbed in his thoughts that he almost missed the pairings.
“Netal and Phasma. Dameron and Tico. Hux and Co Connix. Solo and Niima. Wexley and Bliss. Pava and Antilles.”
He stopped caring after hearing the name of his partner.
Fuck. Yes .
Ben saw Rey stiffen and turn to look at him slowly. Like prey sensing a predator was near. He couldn’t help but grin and wink at her. She turned the most delightful shade of pink before quickly returning her focus to her papers.
At the end of the class, Ben sauntered over to Rey’s seat where she was carefully arranging and packing away her things.
“Hey,” he murmured, resting a hip against her desk. “So, we’re partners. Name’s Ben.”
“I know who you are,” Rey replied softly. “Uhm… how. How do you want to…”
“What’s your number?” he interrupted her, whipping his phone from his back pocket.
She gave it to him, skin flushed that amazing pink as she stammered it out.
Humming in approval, Ben saved the number and shot off a quick text. Rey jolted in her seat when a strong vibration sounded and laughed nervously.
“I think we should meet at my house today. Go over the plan for the next month. What do you think, Sweetheart?”
The little gasp that escaped from Rey’s sweet lips at the pet name sent a delicious thrill down Ben’s spine.
“O… o-o-okay,” she breathed.
“Excellent. Do you have any other classes today?”
“Mmhmm, I’ve got World… History,” she started off eager but trailed off, embarrassed.
Damn , she was fucking precious.
“Do you have a ride home?”
Please say no please say no please say no.
“N-no,” she squeaked.
“I’ll see you after class, then. You have Mr. Ackbar?”
Rey nodded, clutching her books to her chest.
“Perfect,” he purred. “See you soon, Sweetheart.”
He. Couldn’t. Wait .
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Rey was fidgeting. Her fingers played with the hem of her uniform skirt, trying to tug it down her thighs. It was distracting, and more than once Ben had to give himself a pep talk to focus back on the road.
In the footwell of the passenger seat rested their “child” for the next month, and it was blissfully silent.
“So, Rey, tell me a little bit about yourself. You’re a freshman, right?” Ben asked, steering his car with ease. She replied nervously, just barely able to mention something about physics and early college placement.
She squeaked a little when he slid his hand to grip her headrest.
“Relax, Sweetheart. I don’t bite, I promise. Unless you want me to, that is.” He couldn’t help the wink that followed the corny line.
Ben marveled at how sweet and innocent Rey was. Every time she over-shared or got too excited or enthusiastic about something she was quick to stop and glance at him through her eyelashes, as if she expected a reprimand.
It bothered him. There’s no reason she should be acting that way, and it made Ben want to have some non-verbal words with whoever was responsible for putting that reflex there.
Soon enough, Ben slid into the driveway of his parents’ house. Rey’s eyes were the size of dinner plates, goggling at the size of it.
It didn’t seem very special to Ben, having grown up in the modestly large domicile. Five bedrooms, six bathrooms, a finished basement, and too many living rooms surrounded the kitchen, which was deliberately built to be the heart of the home.
Like the gentleman his mother raised him to be, he strode around to Rey’s side of the car and opened the door for her, holding his elbow to ‘hand’ her out. She tottered along in his wake, almost having to trot to keep up with his long gait.
So fucking precious.
It was getting harder - pun absolutely intended - to keep himself adjusted and hidden from Rey’s gaze. Everything she did, every time she bit her bottom lip and rolled it between her teeth, made him want to put that mouth to use elsewhere. He wanted to pull that lip down with his thumb and kiss the sting of her teeth away. Every time she gasped at each new corner rounded made Ben want him to be the reason she gasped like that. The only reason.
It’s not like Ben could really lie to himself. He’s imagined having Rey any number of ways for months now, and every time absolutely ruining her for anyone else.
And now he finally had his chance. He didn’t intend to waste it.
“Why don’t we go get comfortable in my room?” he suggested, the handles of the baby’s bag held securely in one hand.
“W-w-won’t your p-parents get mad?” she stuttered. Poor, nervous thing.
Ben hummed a negative. “They’re out of the country until next month. Ambassador’s meetings and such.”
Rey looked pensive for a moment, finally daring to look Ben in the eyes. The amount of emotion that sparkled behind her gorgeous hazel irises took his breath away. “That seems lonely.”
“It is,” he was startled into answering honestly. “You wanna keep me company?”
There we go .
The deep blush was back and Rey tried to hide her face, tucking an errant lock of hair behind her ear. It was immensely pleasing to Ben that he could have this much of an effect on her, and with words alone. He wondered…
“C’mon, Sweetheart. Let’s go get comfy.”
He didn’t really give Rey much of a choice, resting his large paw on her lower back and directing her towards the stairs with gentle pressure.
And, yes, her ass did look fantastic. Her hips swayed just right as she ascended the stairwell, Ben’s head level with those titillating globes. His hands itched to cup them. Lift them up and watch them drop back down, maybe as she was speared on his cock and he was hammering into her from behind.
“Just in here,” he guided Rey to the only door set into the left side of the hall. The door revealed a large room with a king-sized bed arranged caddy-corner and draped in dark charcoal-colored sheets and blankets. The parquet hardwood flooring was dark mahogany, and his armoire and matching chest of drawers completed the set. It was all sumptuous without being gaudy, and it was Ben’s refuge, especially the small sitting area arranged before one of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“Wow,” Rey breathed in awe. Ben smirked as he pressed against her back so he could close the door. His parents may not be home, but the staff was still there. The last thing he wanted was the fucking butler to come waltzing through.
It pleased him to no end that she stiffened and inhaled swiftly… but didn’t try to move away.
“Relax, Rey,” Ben soothed her. He slid her backpack off her shoulders, his fingers lingering on silky skin bared as the weight of her bag dragged her shirt with it.
Ben’s brows furrowed when the small curve of a scar was revealed. It looked like a cigarette burn.
Who the fuck .
She shivered as his warm breath ghosted across the nape of her neck and his murderous thoughts were set aside.
Not forgotten, though.
“Uhm… may I?” she asked, pointing at the couch. Ben gestured for her to help herself, and took in the image of her propped up on the amply cushioned furniture with a sense of satisfaction.
Rey was his , he decided. And he planned on keeping her. Now he just needed to figure out how best to make her agree.
As soon as he joined her in the armchair to her left, their “child” decided to wake up. Rey held her arms out eagerly for it.
“Shhhh, shhhhh, sweet one,” she cooed, rocking the bundle of sensors and electronics. Surprisingly it calmed down enough where Ben could hear other things, and Rey set about checking to see if it had “dirtied” its diaper, represented by a spot of yellow or brown water.
“Will you please pass me a diaper Da… uh… will you please pass me a diaper, B-Ben?” She seemed to stumble over her words, but Ben passed her a diaper anyway and she made quick work of changing it.
“You’re pretty good at that, huh?” he mused. She hummed non-committally. “Plutt brought a lot of babies in before the state banned him. Someone had to take care of them.”
“Plutt?” That’s an odd way to refer to one’s parent.
“Oh!” Rey squeaked, turning beet red and hiding, out of shame this time. Ben filed it away for later. “Uh… he’s my… I’m… in foster care.”
He tsked, clicking his tongue softly and gently as he watched her prepare the “bottle” and “feed” their silicone offspring.
“My parents left me in the middle of the mall in Jakku,” she continued her story in a soft voice as she rested the baby’s head in the crook of her elbow, supporting the bottle in a pencil grip. “I was five. I’ve been… in the system since.”
A surprising amount of incandescent rage coursed through Ben’s veins at her admission, tempered only by the knowledge that he was going to take her away, and she would never have to live in that situation again.
He was content to watch her attend to their assignment. The confidence in her motions, and the hunger he still saw in her set his mind on a very interesting path.
“Ben, what do you think you’re doing?” Rey said, giggling a little, though she never lost the bashfulness in her interactions with him. Like she couldn’t accept that she belonged to him, now. No one else.
“I’m just getting a little closer to my babes,” he said, resettling Rey on his lap so she could settle back against his chest. “You know I love watching you nurse.”
His voice dropped an octave and his lips brushed against her ear, making her shiver. Ben looked over her shoulder at the babe resting in her arms, suckling against Rey’s engorged breast, lips securely wrapped around her nipple.
Not the robotic thing that finally gave Ben the chance to take what he wanted. No, the bundle in Rey’s arms now was the best of both of them. Rey’s cute button nose and petite ears with Ben’s hair and plush lips. Delicate eyebrows arched over the muzzy, indeterminate colored eyes that all babies have. The babe looked so much better in her arms than that project.
It also bound Rey to him in a way most things couldn’t. Though, fortunately, she didn’t seem to care.
Ben’s cock twitched in his jeans and he adjusted his seat quickly so Rey wouldn’t see it. He hadn’t expected to have such a strong reaction to the idea of knocking Rey up. Of having a child . But the more he thought about it, the more he liked it. The more he craved it.
But it was the first visit, and Rey was jumpier than a rabbit released before a courser. He’d have to be careful. Take it slow…. right?
“Are you okay?” Rey’s voice startled him.
“Hmmwhat?”
“Are you okay? You keep shifting. Do… do I need to leave?”
“No!” Ben’s answer was immediate and loud. “No, Sweetheart,” he continued, much softer. “You stay right there, finish feeding our little bundle of joy.”
The movement was so small that if he hadn’t already been focused on her he would have missed it. But there it was. A small tightening of her thighs, like she was rubbing them together at the thought.
Ben decided to test that theory.
“Can I sit next to you? You’re doing so perfectly, I want to make sure I can do it too.”
Rey’s little wiggle grew more pronounced as she nodded, and Ben wasted no time scooting close to her side and slipping his arm around her back after joining her on the couch.
“You make it look so easy, Rey. You’re a natural .” He made sure to lean in close to her to murmur in her ear, his breath ruffling the little baby hairs curling around her face that were too short to stay in place. “Tell me, how are you doing it?”
“ Oh ,” Rey breathed out, glancing at Ben through her lashes. ‘Well, you just cradle the b-... the b-baby here in your elbow,” she stammered before tilting the baby up a little to show him, “and then you’ve got to support the bottle like this.”
Ben hummed deep in his chest and let his fingers ghost along Rey’s shoulder on the other side, back and forth, back and forth. The little hitch in her breath every time he did sent lances of heat through his body.
“You’d look so pretty nursing a baby,” he crooned to her, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear and nuzzling her temple oh-so-softly with his nose. “I’ve always been in awe of how women can provide with their bodies.”
The tiniest whimper and flicker of eyelids was her response and Ben couldn’t help gleefully celebrating in his head.
Almost there.
“You know I’ve been watching you all year?” His strokes across her arm lengthened and dipped beneath the neckline of her shirt, skirting across her collarbone.
“ What ?” she huffed, leaning slightly into his touch.
“Mmhmm,” he pressed a feather-light kiss to her hairline. “I really like you, Rey. Wanna get to know you better.”
“ Really? ” she whispered in disbelief. Shock. Like she didn’t know how fucking precious she was. “But you… you could have anyone . All the girls talk about you in the locker room. I’m… I’m nobody. I’m nothing.”
Ben’s hand travelled down, caressing her side, lingering just a little longer at the side of her breast before tripping down her ribs and back up.
“Not to me.”
Her head jerked up at this, her eyes a little wild as they searched his. Like she was looking for the lie.
She wouldn’t find it, though.
Heart beating faster than he realized, at first, Ben took a chance and lowered his face to hers. He tested the waters by nuzzling her nose with his, and after searching her own eyes for any sign she didn’t want it… with his heart in his throat, he leaned in and kissed her.
It was chaste, just a simple pressing of lips to lips, but when Rey mewled in the back of her throat Ben burned . He wanted to devour her, lay her down and strip her bare.
But he needed to control himself, and instead settled for pulling her onto his lap. After two heartbeats, three, he pulled away to look down at Rey. Her eyes were still closed and her lips were still pursed, as if he’d never left.
When her eyelids finally fluttered back open his cock twitched in his jeans.
“ Oh ,” she breathed. “So that’s what it’s like?”
He tried. He really did… but the smolder took over his face with little care to whether he wanted it there or not.
“Was that your first kiss, Sweetheart?” he purred, stroking her cheek with the back of a finger.
So. Fucking. Precious.
Still a little dazed, Rey nodded, and Ben felt his whole body flush. “Did you like it?” he murmured lowly, nuzzling her nose with his once more before pressing a kiss against her jaw.
Again, she nodded, her hands tightening on the bundle in her arms. A pleased rumble resonated from Ben’s chest as he nuzzled and kissed down her jawline and right at the juncture of her jaw and her neck.
“Do you want to do it again?” His lips grazed the skin of her neck, as he’d refused to back away to speak, and Rey wriggled desperately in his lap.
“Yes Da-”
Whatever she was about to say was drowned out by a piercing wail, startling both of them from the fog of lust that was quickly filling the room. Rey quickly removed the bottle and supported the bundle’s head while she brought it up to her shoulder and began to pat its back in gentle, but firm, cycles, starting from the lower back and journeying up.
She’d been so focused on the “baby” that she didn’t realize she’d settled back against Ben’s chest, or that her thighs had draped over either side of his own. In short, the perfect position for cockwarming, and it was shorting out Ben’s ability to think clearly.
Shortly afterwards, their bundle of joy “burped”, and Rey brought it back down to cradle it in her arms.
“Here,” Ben crooned, pressing his chest into her back to reach around, and then further still to place the robot in his vacated armchair. This seemed to bring the gravity of Rey’s choice of positioning to her attention and she wriggled in his lap again… but didn’t try to get away. Indeed, it seemed more like her wriggling was more an attempt to grind her pelvis against the obvious bulge in his jeans.
This suited Ben just fine, and when his hands were free again he trailed them up her thighs, starting at her knees. He loved hearing her breathing devolve into a soft panting, an occasional little noise - not quite a moan or a groan - dropping from her lips.
The skin of her inner thighs was smooth as satin and her little pants changed to mewls as she began to rock her hips and her ass against his crotch.
“ Rey ,” Ben moaned into her neck, unable and unwilling to hide his arousal any longer. “Baby, little one, that feels so good.”
Not wanting to wait anymore Ben slipped his hands beneath her shirt, anxious to reach…
“Oh, Rey ,” he groaned, his hands gliding over the little bralette to cup her perfect, perfect breasts, the swells filling his hands just so. Her nipples pebbled instantly and she arched her chest into his hold with a whimper. “Sweetheart they’re…”
“Small,” she panted. “I know… Bazine… oh , Bazine laughs at me in PE.”
Ben growled at the thought of anyone. Anyone , thinking they could put her down for her appearance.
He slid his hands beneath the thin cotton so his big palms could graze her nipples with no barrier in the way and jealously guarded the way she arched into him again.
“They’re perfect, Rey. You’re perfect,” he cooed as he nibbled her earlobe and began to tilt his hips just slightly in time with her own undulating pattern.
With his words, she was lost. Her hands flew up to cover his over her shirt, but Ben could tell she was frustrated, her hips circling like she needed friction.
“Slow down, little one,” he murmured, one of his hands dropping to her waist to slow her movements. “Let me help. Can I help, please, pretty baby?”
Looked like watching all that porn was paying off, because Rey nodded and whined needily.
“Have you done this before?” he asked as he gathered the material of her short uniform skirt in his hands, tucking it behind her ass to hold it out of the way. His hips bucked sharply when her little white cotton panties were revealed to him and he buried his face in her neck with a gritted ‘ fuck ’ as he tried to gather himself.
“N-not with a p-person,” she stammered, watching his hands, her gaze riveted to the spot just like his own as he watched himself over her shoulder pull aside the soaked gusset of her panties. “I… I like to rub against my bunny,” her voice was breathy yet small. “I rub until I f-feel g- ooooooh .” She gasped as he moaned at the sight of her mons, just barely growing hair, glistening .
Hypnotized, her breathing increased as Ben dipped one finger just inside her slit to gather some of her slick, and she moaned and bucked her hips into his hand when he brushed over her clit.
“D-d… Ben,” she whined, and Ben finally realized what she kept meaning to say.
“Little one,” he cooed as he teased her clit, the feeling of Rey writhing on his lap quickly growing addictive. “You’ve never done this before, but you know you need a Daddy ? What a good girl . A natural .”
She jolted forward in his lap and wrapped both of her hands around his strong forearm, seemingly trying to keep him where he was and pull him away at the same time. “Uhm…uhm…I-” It sounded like she was about to cry, and Ben wasn’t having that. Even if he was only a few years older than her, he could be what she needed.
“Do you want me to be your Daddy , little one? Hmm?” He wrenched her thighs back apart and pinned them with his own, spread wide, before resuming his slow and methodical teasing. Stroking her in a 1-2-3 sequence, her cry as her head dropped back against his shoulder sent a frisson down his spine that burrowed deep at the base, and then another. And another.
He tweaked a budded nipple gently and bent his head to suck a bruise into her neck, her shoulder; he’d paint her whole body with his lips and tongue if it made her his today. As her hips bucked between his hand and his cock, he began to pant in her ear.
He wished he could see them now, with her body splayed and pinned on top of him, his fingers wet and slick from her arousal, her body rocking against his in something bordering desperation.
“Y-yeeeeessss Ben. Ahn, Daddy! ” she finally cried out as her orgasm struck like lightning, the strength of it causing her to curl into herself, and Ben gentled his ministrations when her twitching became overwhelming and she begged him to stop.
“ Oh, ” her voice shook and she awkwardly tried to close her legs, boneless and languid in the aftermath. Ben chuckled and helped, settling her across his lap sideways so she could settle her head on his shoulder. “It’s never been that… big ,” she breathed.
Again, Ben marveled at his fortune that this precious little girl was going to let him fucking ruin her.
He made sure she was watching as he brought the hand with which he’d brought her to orgasm to his lips. He made sure she was watching when he sucked the fingers he’d used into his mouth one by one, and he made sure she could hear his moan when her unique, musky flavor exploded on his tongue.
“I wanna taste you, little one,” he husked. “May I? Please? You can rub on me like your bunny. Let Daddy make you feel even better .”
Rey’s lips dropped into a perfect ‘O’ and she flushed heavily.
“Uhm… uhm… I… Okay.”