What are you doing, stepbro? Ben Solo x Reader

Chapter 10

"Ben, will you show," he says your name, "around the city today?" Han asks Ben.

"Fine." He grumbles, not keen to start a fight, especially with what happened earlier. That was way too close. It seems the pair of you are good actors, though.

You don't have much of an appetite and leave the table to get ready to go. It's another warm day, so you opt for a sundress. Its bust is ruched, and the lightweight cotton with a floral pattern fits slim, with an off-center slit.

You pair it with sunglasses and your slip-on white vans.

Ben wears a pair of shorts, maybe a 5-inch inseam? His thighs are incredibly toned, and he wears a plain t-shirt, which is also tight thanks to his muscular build. He's hot as fuck. You hate that. You grab your purse and keys and head out the door after him.

"I'll drop you off downtown." He says once you're both in the car.

"What?! You're supposed to show me around!"

"Deal with it."

"I'll tell on you." You retort.

He sighs loudly. "Such a fucking pain in the ass."

"So. I want you to take me somewhere touristy, the mall, and maybe some other shops downtown? And a vegan restaurant for lunch. Oh, and the beach!"

"I'm not your fucking tour guide." He replies, annoyed.

"Too bad."

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Ben begrudgingly walks beside you as you gleefully walk down the sidewalk.

"I need to buy some new bras. Let's go." You say as you walk into the mall.

"You go by yourself. I'm not coming in."

You pout. "Yes, you are. Let's go."

For some reason, he listens and finds himself sitting outside the change rooms.

You open up the door, dressed only in a matching black lace set.

"What do you think?"

He runs a hand through his dark hair. "I don't fucking care, anyways you look terrible in it."

The sales associates exchange judgemental glances. "Is that really her boyfriend?" One girl whispers.

"I think so... Why else would he be here?"

"Oh, fuck off." You say. 

"Black isn't your colour." He retorts.

A sales associate comes by with the exact set but in lavendar. You close the door to get changed, but as you reach back to undo your bra it doesn't undo. You try again, and again, but you soon realize it is snagged on the lace, not the proper clasp.

"Um, Ben?" You say, opening the door a crack.

"What?" He asks in an uninterested tone.

"I'm stuck. I need your help." You say.

He stands up and sighs.

You open the door the rest of the way so he can walk in. You face the mirror, and he stands behind you. Being in such a small space makes you realize how tall he actually is, how he dwarfs your figure.

You look at his focused face in the mirror while he works to fix whatever mess you made. For some strange reason, the focused look is incredibly sexy. So, you push your hips back so your ass touches his crotch.

"What the hell?" He says, at that very moment the bra falls off, and he looks in the mirror. You're topless, bent over and pressed against him.

His hands, as if on instinct, drop to your hips and squeeze.