What are you doing, stepbro? Ben Solo x Reader

Chapter 2

NSFW!!!! Look away children
And Uh that gif though 😰😤

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"Clean your car, do laundry, make meals for you. Anything!!" You're beyond desperate.

He crosses his arms and looks deep in thought. "Two weeks, listen to anything I tell you to do. You're not allowed to say no to me."

For a millisecond, that stirred a strange feeling in your belly but it quickly subsides when you see the evil smirk on his face. "Fine. Only if you take me out whenever I want." You counter.

"Every other day."

"Fine." You say, frowning.

You hope that he'll ask you to leave him alone, he does seem to hate being around you.

"Get me a glass of water." He commands.

You stop yourself from saying 'no', and go to the kitchen. You hope if you'll listen well, he'll ask less. Only after you hand the glass to his awaiting hand do you realize your assumption was way off.

Everything he could easily do himself, he asks you to do. All the while you're running around heeding his commands he sits there smirking, now with a sandwich you fixed him in his hands (he watched you like a hawk while making it, to be sure you didn't put anything nefarious in it). You're nearly sweating after doing all of his laundry, and folding it, and deep cleaning the kitchen. Why he wanted you to clean the kitchen, you don't know. You flop onto the couch, exhausted.

"Ben, pleaaaase," you beg, "Is that all?"

He hums and leans his trim body against the wall. "For now."

You want to praise the heavens, but you restrain yourself. At this point, you're far too exhausted to do anything more. It's hotter now, and your skin is sticky. The pool doesn't sound bad at this point. So you go to your room and pull out your bathing suit. You strip yourself of your clothes and frown that you didn't even get to go out. You put a loose t-shirt on top to cover yourself and walk down the stairs.

Ben watches you as you walk to go out the sliding glass door that leads to the backyard. You're wearing a t-shirt, which is rather see-through so he can see the bikini you're wearing. At this point, it's like you're trying to rile him up. He's stubborn enough to not let you get the better of him. Two can play at this game.

You take off your shirt and place it on one of five pool lounge chairs around the pool. You test out the water with your toe. It's not ice-cold, and the sun couldn't have warmed it up that much so it must have some sort of heated feature. Of course, nothing like a hot tub, but enough to be bearable and cool you down. You step down the ladder slowly, you don't want to get your hair or face wet.

Ben watches you slowly enter the pool through the glass door. He can tell that you don't want to get your hair and face wet, you're being sure to keep your head above the water. You swim to the far end of the pool, and rest your arms on the side, looking up at the blue sky. He quickly changes into a pair of swim shorts. They're tight and short on him, he's grown since he last wore them. How long was it? Since he moved out when he was what, eighteen? Maybe even younger.

He silently walks on the tile and slips into the water. He ducks his head under and swims over to you. He keeps his eyes open, watching you. Your ass is totally visible in the cheeky bottoms you're wearing, and he wants to grab the supple flesh. He doesn't, having other plans right now. He dives deeper until he's at your ankles. The pool is deep, about half a meter until your feet would touch the bottom.

You feel something on your ankle, seconds later you're pulled below the surface. You thrash about in panic, trying to get away from whatever it is. Your eyes are closed in panic, but as you realize the grip feels like a hand you open them. Ben fucking Solo. Holding you under the surface. Water fills your mouth, and Ben's eyes go wide when he realizes what you did. You're an idiot, swallowing water like that. When you stop moving he panics, and nearly throws you out of the pool