What are you doing, stepbro? Ben Solo x Reader

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Months pass, and you don't notice it, but your relationship with Ben shifts. The weekends you spend with him grow longer, until the only time you're home is family dinner on Fridays.

Another Friday comes, and both you and Ben are surprised upon the sight of a small U-Haul in the driveway.

Han's standing outside, looking as normal as ever.

"Are you moving?" You ask.

"It's for you."

"For me to?"

"Pack up your things."

"You're kicking me out?"

"Your bed is always going to be here."

"Then why do you want me to move my stuff?"

"Tell me, when was the last time you slept here?"

You look over at Ben.

You don't remember.

"Ben?"

It is his place, not yours.

"It's fine." He says.

"But Han, won't you be lonely?"

"Nope. Now pack up your things."

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You leave a few spare pairs of clothes you never wear, and your toothbrush, but other than that, all your necessary belongings are packed.

You have dinner like normal, and just like that, you're moved into Ben's house. Ben seems wholly unfazed by it all.

"Don't you think this is kind of a big deal?" You ask him as you both lay in bed together.

"Why?"

"You haven't even defined the relationship."

"What?"

"You never asked me to be your girlfriend."

He turns over to face you.

"What have you thought this entire time?"

"A sitautionship."

"What the fuck is a situationship?"

"It's like a relationship, but it's a situationship. Like when you're not sure or if things are unclear."

"So, you're telling me that this entire time, you didn't think we were dating?"

"You never technically asked me out." You retort.

"You are ridiculous." He replies.

You turn over and face away from him.

He turns over too, and drapes his arm over your side while he kisses your neck.

He says your full name, "would you please be my girlfriend?"

"Sure, I guess."

He bites your ear, then pulls you over to kiss. He ends up on top of you, and kisses down your chest, then pushes up your shirt to kiss your tummy. While he does, his hands graze over your body, squeezing your hips and glazing over your boobs.

"Are you gonna be a man and actually touch me?"

"Be a man, huh?"

You look down at him. "That's what I said."

"Do you want it?" He asks.

"Want what?"

He places his hand on your lower stomach, "to be filled up."