What are you doing, stepbro? Ben Solo x Reader

Chapter 12

"Well, what?!" You say, rather loudly while Ben drives.

"It's none of your fucking business, but we're going out tomorrow."

You furrow your eyebrows, and reach for the door handle. "I'm out of here then. I'll find my own way home, thanks." You say, voice dripping with distaste.

Ben flicks the lock on. "Stop that."

"Stop what?" You retort.

"Acting like I killed your dog."

"I hate her. She's a bitch. I wish she'd never moved here." You say what he said yesterday in a mocking tone, "oh, and I'll kiss you too."

He veers the car to the right and pulls onto the side of the road. "I never said that." He lies.

"Yes you did! I overheard everything." You say it long and drawn out.

Ben sighs, and runs a hand through his hair. He looks out the window at the night sky. "God, if you'd just," slam. You close the car door behind you. Ben didn't even notice you get out.

"Get back in the damn car!" He yells, after rolling down the window.

You keep walking, and he drives beside you, meeting your pace.

"I can't do anything! I can't go out with another boy, I can't do this, I can't do that. But you, you can do whatever the hell you want!" You shout.

"I never said you couldn't do anything." He begins, "I'm stopping you from making a big mistake." He says it slowly, like he's speaking to a child. 

You ball your hands into tight fists. "I hate you, Ben Solo!" You scream, echoing in the night.

He laughs.

"You know what Ben, I can get whoever the fuck I want. I don't need you. Bet Rey's a boring lay." You stop in your tracks, and he stops the car too. "And you know what?" You begin, "nobody but Rey would want a washed up lawyer like yourself." You do feel a little bad, but you think he deserves it.

Ben is someone who doesn't get 'sad' or 'hurt feelings' well, that's what he tells himself. He just gets mad. And you've pushed him over the fucking edge.

"Get your ass in this car NOW!" He yells, putting it in park.

The tone and the way he yells puts you right back into your childhood when you got in big trouble. You hear his feet crunching on the gravel on the side of the road, so, you run.

He says your name sternly, "get back here."

Wind blows in your face and your legs begin to burn. You never run, and especially not when high.

Your pace is no match for his long legs, and he catches up to you in seconds. He yanks you back to him, grabs your shoulders, and bends down to your level.

"What was I supposed to say? Yes?"

You say nothing, but look at him with a frown.

"We'd both be utterly fucked if anyone were to find out, okay?" You look away, so he grabs the sides of your face, forcing your glassy eyes to look at his dark ones.

"Now get in the damn car."

You know he's right, so you nod, and he maneuvers you in the direction of the car and you glumly walk there. You reach for the passenger side door, but he stops you. "Backseat." He says.

You don't bother questioning it.

However, you do question when he comes in after you.

"Ben, what are you doing?" You ask, and gasp when he flips your skirt up and pulls aside your panties.