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Good lord, it felt fantastic. There was a swift rushing feeling within you as blood flooded through your veins and your heart pounded rapidly. Never before had you done anything quite like this- you knew that made him your first. The thought intensified everything you were experiencing in that moment. It sent you into an overstimulated frenzy of adrenaline and giddiness. They always said your first time would be horrible, embarrassing even- you thought about just how wrong they were as a primal, manic laugh tore through your body.

Had someone asked you a few weeks ago exactly how you imagined your next encounter with the mighty Sith, Darth Maul, to go, you could never have pictured this moment right now. You could never have explained with you straddling him, with you being on top of him while he writhed helplessly beneath you. No one could have answered with that for one simple reason; it had never been done. He was so vulnerable laying there, and Maul wasn’t one to allow himself to be vulnerable.

In all honesty, it made you feel special. It made you feel as though this task was only meant for you, that only you could make him feel this way. Granted he hadn’t actually allowed any of this to happen: he hadn’t meant to show any vulnerability to you or be in the position he was.

Yet he was. And it was your doing.

It was you above him, as you knew you were always meant to be.

It was your weapon plunged into his Dathomirian stomach, twisting and twisting in order to gut him in the slowest, most intimate way.

You were the cause of his pain, of his pathetic screams and yelps, something that almost sparked a rush akin to arousal in you. Almost.

Crying for an ounce of mercy from you is an outcome you could only have dreamed of happening, if even that. “Mercy” sounded good dripping from his rotten tongue.

Everything about this moment was perfect. However, just as with all else, good things must come to an end.

The writhing stopped, the crying stopped, he was no longer resisting. It was a shame- you had been relishing in his struggle. But alas, the Sith froze, unlike his oozing insides which pooled beside his peculiar frame.

Closing the short distance between the two of you, in which his tortured breath lingered and danced, you placed a gentle hand around his throat, squeezing ever-so-slightly. You leaned in to his ear.

“Call me your strawberry, baby.” You demanded, making yourself snarl with the foul name, resulting in your grip on his neck tightening.

“M,, on-s-s,” he began.

“Monster? My love, am I a monster?”

“Y- e,” he tried so hard to speak- a final show of strain and torment to fuel your sweetest dreams.

All at once, you tugged the blade in his belly up, ripping a strangled gasp from Maul, and sliced his throat where you had been clenching it, silencing the gasp immediately.

“I have no time for your irony, my sweet,” you glanced one last time into his unblinking eyes, knowing he could hear you about as well as he might be able to do were you both submerged in water as he clung to life, yet not caring in the slightest.

“And that was the wrong answer. Goodnight, pet.”

You pressed a delicate, barely noticeable kiss to his lips for the lone reason of witnessing his life slip away on multiple sensory levels.

Just like that, he was gone at last.

Your first kill of many as it would turn out.

Your first time- exquisite.

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Another day of online learning- fun. Your routine was becoming monotonous. It had been driving you mad for weeks. You needed more than the broken connection of your class calls and lack of concentration that had been burdening you recently. There weren’t even any distractions so that you could justify your not listening, and so your prolonged periods of procrastination were littered with guilt; not a great deal of guilt, but guilt nevertheless.

Discord drama no longer did much for you, except perhaps give you a greater sense of longing. Longing turned to desperation and need all because you wish those damn bots were real. You wish Ushar would come sweep you off your feet, or Poe would fly you somewhere far away, or Ben Solo would come and give you a really fantastic... distraction.

Ben.

Aka Flower Boy.

He likes toast. He likes yellow. He’s not a big fan of soup in all honesty.

You wanted nothing more then to bundle him up and protect him from all harm- it’s the least you could do, even if he wasn’t real.

Your damn teacher continued droning on and the discord was quiet. Just a little nap couldn’t hurt, right? It’s not as if you’d be missing much more then you had already. In fact, the professor’s excruciatingly boring voice really just aided in lulling you to sleep, along with the soft clicks and taps which were a result of them navigating their powerpoint.

What you could’ve sworn was only a little less than a few minutes later, other noises began to reach your ears. It became louder in your head. You panicked, assuming that your lesson had ended and you were looking suspicious for still being on.

At the exact moment you tore open your eyes, the top of your laptop slammed shut against the keyboard- this startled you more than you’d like to admit but who could really blame you? Laptops shouldn’t be able to shut themselves. It had shut by itself, right?

Gazing into the deep browns of someone vaguely familiar told you that perhaps it was not the laptop’s own doing after all. It was strange how swiftly the panic and anxiety in your chest melted from your body as you stared back at him. Surely a stranger in your home should have scared you even more, but this was no stranger- not really. You’d seen those eyes so many times before, dreamt of them.

Dreamt of his sweater: you knew he really liked that sweater. It kept him warm and safe. Dreamt of his hands and how they’d feel against your skin, wherever he chose to lay them down on you.

As if he were reading your mind, Ben placed a rough hand on your flushing cheek, positioning himself closely besides you on your couch.

“You’re not afraid, are you, Star?” This was less of a question and more of a statement on the information gathered from observing your reaction to his presence. He was right.

“No,” you hazily shook your head. “I’m not afraid, Ben.”

“I’ve found you, Little Star.”

“Found me.” It felt like a trance: he was intoxicating.

“Now I’ve found you, I’ll won’t let you go.”

Tension released from your shoulders and the trance was broken. You felt skin, actual skin and touch against your cheek, a sensation far more real than you had ever felt before. He was here, and you wilted into his presence.

“Ben, you’re here.”

“I am.”

There was a pause.

“Why?”

Another pause.

“Why, you ask?” mhm “You wish me no longer here?” He sounded almost hurt.

“No-” Was that a little eager? At least it made Ben perk up somewhat. “No, I never want you to go! I just want to know what you’re doing... You’re not meant to be real.” You hoped Ben wouldn’t take that the wrong way, and he didn’t- he saw on your face how confusing this was for you.

“I’m here for you, Little One,” he began. “Here to, how did you put it...” he feigned thought.

“Distract you. Fantastically.” He finished, with the sweetest smile you could ever have ever imagined him pulling, contrasting greatly with what he truly meant by his words.

“D-Distract me?”

“Of course, Little Star. Relax,” he spoke, tone suddenly dropped in an attempt to be seductive- really good attempt in your opinion. At his words, you lay back on the sofa you had been working on and settled into the cushions against the arm rest as he nestled his frame in between your open legs.

“I want to take care of you, Sweet One...” His hand slid down your cheek, lingering fingertips grazing your neck before settling on your shoulder, pushing away the fabric that had been covering it. His other hand rested gently upon one of your thighs. It was so large, your thigh was about swallowed by it.

He dipped his head to your exposed throat, and kissed his way down to your shoulder very softly, as if you were made of fine china which he didn’t (yet) wish to break. Involuntarily, your head lulled backwards, revelling in the passion you felt radiating from his actions.

He began tugging the shirt on your body towards himself in a silent request to remove it- your unspoken response to which being yes, of course. Detaching yourself from his warmth momentarily, you tug the shirt obediently from your frame. Had you had kept your head up instead of throwing it backwards just as before, you would’ve seen Ben’s eyes widen as a result of finding out you had discarded the idea of wearing a bra today, seeing as you really had no reason to put one on. His mouth lay agape as his stare intensified, and you missed it.

Barely a second passed before Ben’s opened mouth found its way to one of your breasts, his large hand moving from your shoulder to fondle the other. He had your back arching from the sofa in no time at all, desperate to push yourself closer to the pleasure he was providing.

With surprising expertise, Ben swirled his glorious tongue around your nipple, sucking and nibbling occasionally, serving well to arouse you more than you were sure you had ever been. Your hands tangled in his luscious, raven curls as his attention switched to your second breast, thumb flicking over the other sensitive nub now covered in his own saliva.

For a little while, you stopped worrying about whether or not he was truly there since the euphoria was overwhelming and your activities had barely even begun.

Your pleasure came to a screeching halt when Ben lifted his head from your chest. Before you had the chance to question him, his large hand gripped the back of your hair and forced you to meet his eyes.

“Did you say something, Little star?” The slightest smirk grazed his lips.

“M-more, Ben. I-I need more of you,” you panted through your frustrations.

“Needy are we, hm?” You barely even heard him speak, but still, you nodded frantically.

“Please!” Came a squeal in response. As he wasn’t genuinely searching for an answer from you, Ben had already slid his hands between your bodies to cup your heated core. You grinded into his palm, desperately willing your bottoms to just vanish and allow him better access.

Sitting back on his heals in order to see better, Ben dragged his hand up towards your zipper and button, swiftly undoing them. You thrusted your hips up so he could slide them down your legs, following them with a trail of delicate kisses to the skin slowly being revealed.

This action felt so soft, so sweet, and yet so firm that it hit you- never once had you imagined Ben Solo to be so dominant. It almost felt wrong. It almost felt as if you needed to right this wrong...

In the short time it took you to come up with a plan as to how you’d fix this, Ben had removed his pretty sweater and it now lay on the floor besides the sofa. He had returned to sitting back on his heals, as if formulating his next movements, but you saw this as the perfect opportunity to execute your plan.

All at once, you shot bolt upright, somewhat startling poor Ben, and grabbed a hold of his broad, muscular shoulders. You pushed him towards the side of the sofa where the sweater had been tossed, dragging him and yourself to the floor, him conveniently beneath you. Now being on the floor (and having narrowly missed collision with the coffee table), Ben was beginning to understand what you had done and why as you straddled his hips, which were still clad in fabric.

There was nothing for a moment and it worried you as to how he might react. Perhaps you hadn’t thought this through properly-

“You’re very bold, Sweet One,” Ben began, head raised to talk to you better and a smirk scrawling along his flushing face. “I like it very much.”

“Oh really?” You questioned, tone mischievous (with only a hint of shy).

“Well, do you like this, baby?” You questioned once again, this time acting on your mischievous intentions, any doubt and shyness draining away. You emphasised the word ‘this’ by grinding slowly on his crotch.

He inhaled sharply, eyes slamming shut and head dropping to the floor.

“Y-yes.” He grunted out, clearly struggling as you elicited to him just enough pleasure to half incapacitate him, but not enough for him to ever finish this way.

You enjoyed the way he squirmed as you added a little more pressure, and leaned down, hands sprawled across either shoulder, so that you could balance while your lips found his ear.

“You do?” You nipped at his ear, scraping your teeth over it, earning a soft groan from him, and sat up to stare at his scrunched face. His eyes gently opened.

“Ah, you do.”

Watching a small smirk tug at your lips, Ben wondered if this was how you had felt whenever he had previously smirked that way at you (that is, needy and desperate, with a sense of building anticipation). He groaned again as you dragged your nails along his arms and bent down to press kisses along his wide chest. His eyes fluttered shut once more.

He looked so pretty like this, so vulnerable and soft. You wanted to make him feel good. You wanted him.

“Do I make you feel good, baby?” You whispered sort of shyly once again, still hoping he’d catch it, though.

Luckily, he had done, and he nodded, accentuating the action with a small moan and “yes, Little Star, you do.”

At this, you felt so happy. You felt so much love and appreciation for him and from him. It spurred on your desire to truly make him feel fantastic.

Your hips halted in their movements, receiving a whine of complaint from Ben in return. He raised his head again in questioning, but required no answer when he saw you hovering above him where you had been sat, trying to remove his pants.

He chuckled lowly.

Then he stopped abruptly.

Yes, he felt the top of his pants slowly gliding down his frame, but as he looked, he saw your lustful eyes glaring up at him, saying nothing as you pulled the fabric with your teeth.

He was shocked, this was a move he wouldn’t have expected from you. Nevertheless, he adored it. The way your nose and teeth simultaneously grazed his skin lightly made him almost feral.

He held his breath as you knowingly slithered past the tent in his underwear at a slowed, teasing pace. Involuntarily bucking his hips as your hand ghosted over his crotch meant that you were able to hook your fingers under the fabric where your teeth had been, and quickly pull them from under him the rest of the way.

Ben’s breath trembled as it left him- a result of your ghosting hand remaining in it’s position to torturously tease him further.

He muttered.

You crawled back to around the place you had previously been straddling.

“What was that?” You taunted.

“P-please,, Star, please.” He had never been so desperate, but your touch was so good.

“Please what, baby?” This was a beautiful moment- pretty baby boy, all needy and vulnerable for you.

“Please touch me, please.” There was still a firmness to his voice.

“Where, love? Would you show me?”

He seemed to be getting frustrated (in the best way). His brow furrowed, eyes squeezing tight, and his hand sprung out to grab yours, pressing it into his hardened cock from above his underwear.

“Ah, of course.” You giggled, revelling in his reactions to everything you do- especially now you were palming his member.

His head tilted back, raising his neck from the floor. Balancing by laying your forearm beside his head, you seized the opportunity to suckle and kiss his throat, sliding your hand beneath his underwear.

Stopping momentarily in pleasant surprise at his size, you began to rub up and down his length, loving being able to finally feel him. All that longing that had been building up with in you melting as you finally had him. Ben Solo: your fantastic distraction.

Your desire to be near him, to lose yourself in his gorgeous eyes, drag your nimble fingers through his dark hair, and make him feel so good was being fulfilled and your mind was screaming. Just this proximity to him was pleasurable to you.

The fingers of the arm you were resting on reached carefully for his hair to mindlessly play with as it splayed beneath his head. You occasionally tugged gently, imagining his face scrunch even more every time.

His groans and moans were a symphony that seemed to be composed only for you, and it excited you to know that you were the cause of  them. They were increasing in volume too as he got lost in the way your small hand felt wrapped around him.

You raised up to rest on you hand, drew a line with your tongue up to his jawline, and slowly crept down his body, still running your hand up and down his cock. The loss of contact on his throat brought his head up to watch what you were doing instead.

You answered every question in his head as the tip of his dick pushed past your lips and you met his cloudy gaze, hazy with lust. Your hand still rubbed him as your tongue teased him, running delicately over the head and tasting the droplets of precum that gathered there.

Dear lord you knew exactly how to touch him.

He thrust his hips up, making his cock hit the back of your throat. You gaged, whimpering at having never taken someone quite his size down your throat before, but trying your hardest to do so.

Ben was a surprising fit, and so you continued to take him as deep as you could, spurred on by his loud moans of approval and sly hand that managed to tangle in your hair.

“Sweet O-ne, you take me so well,” a string of muttered obscenities tore from his throat, interrupting him. “It-it’s like your pretty, little throat w-as made t-to take my cock. You feel so good.”

His words felt so out of character, but you loved them so much.

Ben could feel his orgasm building, he was dangerously close. You could tell.

Your mouth left his dick with a popping sound and Ben squirmed in disappointment. This was short lived as he watched you slowly remove the rest of your garments so that you were now completely naked.

Positioning yourself above him once again, you grabbed his length and ran it through your folds, using him to spread your own wetness and prepare yourself to take him in a very different way.

Ben went completely feral at this, that being you forcing him to watch how you were pleasing only yourself after edging him so intensely before.

Sitting up immediately, he snatched his cock from your grip, you willingly giving up control to him, and placed it at your entrance. He slowly slid in, hoping to drive you as mad as you drove him- it worked almost too well.

Within seconds you were whimpering and begging for him to move: faster; harder; anything; just move. Usually he’d take his time, especially when he had this chance to spite you for your previous teasing, but you had shown him the edge, nearly pushed him over, then ripped him away from it so fast, he had no choice but to do as you asked.

He took control of your hips, slamming them down on his length while your arms wrapped around his neck, face buried beneath his jaw. Your walls clenched around him at his obedience, screaming as your position (sort of folded up between his legs and torso) allowed him to hit further inside you than you ever knew possible.

Skin slapping skin resonated throughout the room, but the sound of your two’s lewd noises overpowered it and danced and mingled together in the thick air.

Your orgasm was building at an uncontrollable rate, and so was Ben’s, picking up where you had cut him off.

“Little Star, this pretty little pussy is so tight,” he groaned before continuing. “It’s going to make me cum- you’re going to make me cum, mm.”

Without you even noticing, one of his hands supporting your waist and hips traced its way across your sweating body, flicking one of your nipples before travelling down to your clit. He circled your clit with his thumb, applying the perfect amount of pressure, his other fingers splaying on and gripping at your thigh.

“Sososo good, mm, so good, Star...”

His grasp on your hips, and thus command over your bouncing onto his length, was slipping and became far sloppier as he came so close to the finish once again. However, you no longer needed him to guide you- you were able to keep the same pace he had done all by yourself.

The pressure he elicited to your clit remained unwavering though, sending you crashing into an earth-shattering climax as soon as you felt him finally release himself inside you. It was the last hurdle before the finishing line for you- hearing his growl right next to your ear as he shot hot ropes of his cum into your core, hands roaming to your back so that he could hold you tight to his torso as he orgasmed.

Having finally come (pun intended) to his senses, Ben gently swayed your trembling form comfortingly as he witnessed you come down from your high. You had thrown your head back, biting the tender skin of your lip with your eyes harshly screwed up. The intimacy of his actions didn’t go a-miss as the immense passion and adoration you felt at that moment paired brilliantly with the ferocity of your orgasm, making your eyes water.

When you opened your eyes, you were uncertain as to whether Ben would still be there beneath you, and it showed.

“I’m here, beautiful.” Ben smiled, brushing rogue strands of hair from your face.

“Still here.” You whispered, nuzzling into his chest, bundled up like a koala, tired and unbelievably happy.

Ben laid down, pulling your fatigued, little body along with him, hugging you like you might disintegrate away if he let go.

And that’s how you stayed; curled up with one another, on the floor between your sofa and coffee table, his cock still buried within you but neither of you feeling the need to move away. And it didn’t matter that he might not be there when you woke up. It didn’t matter that he might not be real, that this could have been one extreme daydream, or a result of falling asleep during online school, because he felt so real to you.

And you didn’t want to think about it right now. You didn’t need to.

He really was one fantastic distraction.