In retrospect, Rey should have done a little more research into who exactly Kylo Ren was before she hauled off and bought a perfect replica of his dick.
But it is what it is.
Rey swears as she rips into the sleek packaging around what is, humiliatingly enough, her last hope in the world of adult toys. Her nail snags and she pops it into her mouth to suck mildly at the pain, assessing the front cover of the box.
KYLO REN ULTRASKYN DUAL DESTINY 9" COCK (W/ REMOVABLE VAC-U-LOCK SUCTION CUP)
Rey pulls the dual destiny plastic cock out of it's packaging, taking it into her hands and holding it up towards her bedroom lamp for proper inspection.
It's quite impressive.
Long and thick to the point of looking uncomfortable with several veins running along the length but not too veiny, it had a slight curve but shit.
Rey can really sit on this thing, if she wanted to.
"Do you think this is the one, Bee?" she asks the calico cat curled up in the reading chair by her window.
And then she laughs to herself because this is the reality of her sex life.
Rey has tried what aeems like all the dildos: silicone, jelly, glass, ones that actually squirt and come with fake cum, cyberskin, inflatable, and a foray of vibrators. All of them are fun and interesting in their own way, but none of them have been The One. The toy that she looks forward to using after a shity day at work, this first toy she'll go to use after a brutal period.
"You know that real live dicks exist? And sometimes they come attached to cute guys who also know how to eat you out?" Rose pointed out these groundbreaking facts to Rey one day while the two were grabbing a bite during their shared lunch hour.
"Yes, but have you met a man?" Rey had countered. "Dildos can't oppress you."
Rose had conceded.
So anyway, Rey wants a dildo so awesome that she names it.
And not a sexy name either, like Luca or Raphael, but a name a husband might have. Like Jacob or Ben. Ben. Rey sighs. Ben is an honest name, a good name. She squeezes the dildo in her palms. Ben the Loyal Dildo, Always Ready to Satisfy.
The fact that Ben is also the name of her neighbor is neither here nor there.
Really, Ben is a common name.
It's not like she thinks about him ever.
He's the asshole who yelled at Finn for briefly parking in front of his mailbox and he's also the asshole who, weather permitting, always does his strength training on his back porch for all the world (Rey) to see.
Once again, that is neither here nor there.
Squirming a little, Rey gets off her bed and leisurely walks over to Bee, scooping her up and rubbing the kitty behind her ears to soothe her.
"Sorry, kitty," Rey murmurs into Bee's fur before setting her down onto the couch in her tiny adjacent living room. "But it's weird when you're there while I'm to do my thing."
Rey walks back into her bedroom and closes the door behind her.
She pulls out a small bottle of lube from her bedside table, but she feels so worked up already that she might not even need it.
She hums to herself, slipping out of her cotton shorts and tank top. She's already sans bra, so she climbs naked on top of her bed and pulls out her phone, click-clicking until—
Moans fill the air and Rey sets her phone aside, grabbing Kylo Ren's dual destiny cock and rubbing the tip of it against her entrance.
The ultrasyknwhateverthehell that the dildo is made of feels practically real between Rey's legs and she shivers, spreading herself further in order to make room.
And she'll definitely need to make room.
The porn continues to play on her phone and Rey relaxes even further, listening to the grunts and gasps of the man in the video, the way the woman preens and the sound of their bodies slapping together.
The eroticism of it leaves a moan trapped in Rey's throat as she pushes the tip of the dildo inside of her. She presses it a little further in and oh the stretch—
Rey keens into the air. She likes to be loud when she's by herself, likes to sing her part in what could be a duet. She pushes the toy another inch inside of herself before pulling it out and then slowly back in. She starts a rhythm that matches the thrusting and smacking noises coming from her phone, her back arching. The sheer girth of the toy has her filled so much that it almost is uncomfortable, and each tiny movement rubs against her g-spot deliciously. Rey's toes curl at the sensation and her brain starts to short circuit a bit and—
She won't even need to touch her clit for this.
Rey has always had difficulty achieving orgasm without clitoral stimulation but this fucking KYLO REN DUAL DESTINY SLIGHTY OVERPRICED PLASTIC DICK is—
Hitting her in the perfect spot, somehow.
Rey closes her eyes, feeling her cunt begin to clench erratically the way it always does when release starts to prick at her lower abdomen, finally in sight. Her mind slips away from her a little and maybe just maybe she imagines that she's not thrusting the cock inside her but that it really is—
"Ben."
Her orgasm washes over her, so sudden and intense that she arches off the bed, curling in toward the toy like it is a lifeline. It's intensity is almost too much, just edging on the verge of painful and it's wonderful, and as the pleasure begins to gently ebb and recede, Rey relaxes back into her bed, trying to calm her breathing.
She glances at the clock.
Kylo Ren's dick had made her finish in under three minutes. The folks fucking in the porn video weren't even done yet.
"Holy shit," Rey breathes, grinning stupidly.
After giving herself another few moments for her energy to settle, she gets back up and walks with her new favorite toy (Ben but MAYBE Jacob, jury is still out) into the bathroom to give it an efficient wash with her toy cleaner.
Rey is walking back to her bedroom when there is a sudden banging on her door.
She yelps, glancing toward her bedroom window to make sure that the blinds are closed. She lives in the smallest house in a relatively safe neighborhood, but as a woman living alone she is always extra cautious.
The banging on her door continue and her Rey stands, completely naked..
"Who the fuck is it?!" she shrieks into her living at the direction of her front door before rushing back into her bedroom to throw on her purple cotton shorts and white tank top.
"It's Ben! You're not answering your phone—"
Oh god it's Ben?
She had just orgasmed saying his name, technically.
This is fine.
Clearing her throat and trying valiantly to compose herself, Rey waltzes to her front door and opens it, cutting off her neighbor mid-sentence.
Ben Solo isn't smiling at her. Rey isn't sure she's ever seen him smile, come to think of it, and his neutral expression always makes her think he's scrutinizing her in some way.
"Can I help you?" she asks, throwing in what she hopes is a haughty sniff. The fact that she has to tilt her head up quite a bit in order to look him in the face makes it slightly harder to be intimidating, but Rey is nothing if not a challenge acceptor.
He gives her a long once over before his expressive brown eyes wander over her shoulder and into her home. Searching.
What's he searching for? Rey bites her lip.
"Are you alone?" Ben asks, gaze settling on her tousled hair before dipping down, down to wear it is clearly evident that Rey is not wearing a bra. He fidgets, suddenly agitated, before his eyes roam beyond her again.
"Yep." Rey lets the 'p' pop. "Just me, myself, and I."
And Ben the Loyal Dildo, Always Ready to Satisfy.
Rey wonders if she can apply the same statement to the man himself. She takes in his own form. He's clearly been doing yardwork, as he is dressed in a white t-shirt that has the sleeves ripped off and shorts that are covered with paint splatters and grass stains.
Ben has never actually told her what he does for a living. Is it landscaping? God, his back muscles are probably incredible.
Rey comes to the sudden realization that she and her very attractive neighbor are standing on the threshold of her front door, simply ogling each other.
"Can I help you?" Rey asks because she still has no idea why he's even here.
This seems to break some sort of trance and Ben slides a step back, suddenly all business.
"Your yard looks like shit."
Good feeling gone.
"Excuse me?" Rey pushes her door so that it's all the way open, placing both hands on her hips. The nerve of this man.
"Your yard looks like shit," he repeats, quite calm considering the rudely blunt way he delivers his statement. "It's at the very front of the neighborhood. People driving on the main road can see it when they pass by. The grass is so tall I practically need a machete to get to your front door—"
"Quit fucking exaggerating, Ben—"
"—it's an absolute jungle and Phasma agrees."
"Listen, I know it's not great, okay?" Rey's yard is a bit unkempt, sure, but it's charming and she's stuck cute fairy outdoor knick-knacks she got at the Renaissance Faire around the trees. "Finn is letting me borrow his lawnmower this weekend—"
Ben's frown deepens and shakes his head. "Rey, I didn't come over here to give you shit about your lawn and then just leave. I'm going to cut it for you. That's why I'm here."
Rey blinks. Oh.
She shifts, looks around him and there it is. Ben's SPARTAN SRT-XD BLAH BLAH OUTRAGEOUS MANLINESS ACHIEVER riding lawnmower is sitting in her driveway, ready to go.
Oh.
"That's...that's..." Rey feels her posture relax and she can't help but give him a pleased smile. "That's really nice of you. Thanks, Ben."
He presses his lips together and looks away, cheeks going a little red. His hair is too long to show his ears, but Rey has the sneaking suspicion that they're turning red too.
"You're welcome," he says quietly, a stark contrast to the rudeness he had had with her only moments ago. He straightens, taking a step towards his lawnmower. "You owe me a gallon of tea or something," he grumbles, just loud enough for Rey to catch it.
Rey isn't really sure what's happening but oh.
She steps outside of her house and into the bright spring sunshine, not caring that she's dressed to the bare minimum. Now that she has stepped into the light Ben is giving her another once over, this time not-so-subtle.
Oh
"I can start making it now. The tea. You can come inside and have some when you're done. It'll be..."
She trails off and pops her hip out, giggling when Ben raises an eyebrow.
"...nice and fresh for ya."
And there it is. Ben nearly turns completely away to hide it but Rey catches it anyway, the way he presses his lips together to hide his grin.
Something warm and sweet blossoms inside of her, and her own smile grows.
Ben climbs on top of his monstrosity of a lawnmower, but before he starts it he calls out, "Okay."
Rey's mind goes blank for a second because she had been observing his leg muscles as he had moved on top of the machinery. "Okay, what?"
His lips twitch and his face is soft even though he's squinting a little in the sun. "Okay as in, after I'm done I'll come inside."
And then he fucking winks at her.
Making the perfect sweet tea isn't hard, just takes a little time.
Rey has a half gallon of water boiling when her mind wanders back to that fucking amazing dildo waiting for her in her bedside drawer. It also wanders back to the name she'd said when she'd climaxed earlier, how for a brief moment she had imagined something, someone, real inside of her—
These maybe weren't the smartest thoughts. Ben is very attractive and smart and mowing her lawn for her which is very nice but also he yelled at Finn that one time and he's always been snarky to Rose—
But not to Rey.
Has he ever been truly disrespectful to her?
Hmm.
Whatever. This can all be solved by a quick google search. Whoever Kylo Ren is, a plastic molding of his dick has got her flustered five ways to Sunday. Rey will see his face, maybe watch a couple of his videos, and that should help her separate Ben the Dildo with Ben the Neighbor.
She sighs. Maybe she really will have to name it Jacob.
Except when Kylo Ren's face fills the screen, along with photos of his built body and massively erect dick primed and lubed for fucking, Rey screams and drops her phone.
Because Kylo Ren and Ben Solo are one and the same.
A/N:
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