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masterpiece

Summary:

A famous painting that belongs to Ben's family gets stolen. While helping to find it he meets Rey, a cleaning lady that's not exactly an art connoisseur. [porn with plot, the art gallery au]

Notes:

this fic is a yeet&run kinda situation, enjoy but don't expect much!

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

 A call from his mother woke Ben up at 2 am.

 

The conversation was rather one-sided, Leia talked and talked and his drowsy grunts was enough of an answer for her.  

 

And so he found himself agreeing to a task of helping the police with finding a stolen painting belonging to his family. But it wasn't an ordinary painting. 

 

Twin Suns, painted by his uncle Luke, was considered one of the masterpieces of modern art. Expressive, thought provoking and imaginative, it moved every person that was fortunate enough to gaze upon it. 

 

Ben hated the painting.  

 

He absolutely despised it and everything it stood for. From its Tatooine connections, through religious overtones to the fact that it was Luke's hands that painted it. He hated his uncle too. 

 

But Ben was the only member of the Skywalker Organa Solo family that was available to help the police find it; his mother was campaigning across the world and there was always a 1% chance that his father could be somehow connected to the theft. With Luke god-knows-where, Ben had to step up and at least sign some papers for the detectives to have the full authorization. Or some shit.

 

Maybe he should've been in a hurry given the situation but he dressed up rather lazily, brushed his teeth but not his hair, put on black coat and white sneakers and set off in his new Audi Silencer. 

 

The Varykino Gallery was a place founded by his family, located in a building that once belonged to his grandmother, Padme Amidala. The whole city of Naboo was somehow connected to Ben's family and while he was well aware of his privilege, he also sometimes wanted to be more anonymous and not always at the center of attention. 

 

He parked his car and unhurriedly entered the gallery, greeted by a man in a police uniform who introduced himself as officer Dameron. 

 

"The alarm went off two minutes after midnight," Dameron described when they were walking through the main corridor. "Security guard came immediately but the painting was already gone."

 

They finally reached the room where the Twin Suns should've been presented but there was just an empty space on the wall. 

 

The security guard in question was waiting for them and exchanged looks with Dameron before introducing himself as Finn Storm. 

 

"Normally we would conduct the investigation by ourselves but there are some issues with the camera surveillance in the building and we would have to get a judge ordered search warrant... or your signature, which was way easier to get, I hope." 

 

Dameron's charming smile was starting to be irritating. 

 

"Do you realize how much this painting is worth? You just wasted two hours and it could be across the country already," Ben wasn't even trying to sound nice. 

 

"Look, we have our hands tied until you sign."

 

"And what do you mean there's an issue with surveillance? Did it catch the thief on camera or not?" 

 

"It did not," Storm explained. "There was a malfunction."

 

"A malfunction!" Ben was starting to get angry. "You want to tell me that due to some bullshit difficulties one of the most expensive paintings in the world is gone?!"

 

"Mister Solo, please calm down..." 

 

"Oh, you haven't even seen me furious."

 

"It's not like it was good or anything," an unfamiliar voice announced. 

 

Ben turned around and there she stood. The most gorgeous woman he's ever seen. Or rather - a girl, because in all her slender glory she looked like she was at least ten years his junior. Face dusted with freckles and eyes mesmerizing more than any art in this building. She was holding a mop and there was a bucket by her side. 

 

A cleaning lady?

 

"What?" he asked eloquently. 

 

"This painting was shit," she shrugged nonchalantly and started cleaning the floor.

 

"You finished at the Holdo exhibition?" Finn asked her as if nothing happened. 

 

"Yeah. And I came to see what all this fuss was about."

 

"Who are you?"

 

"Mister Solo, this is the Varykino's cleaning lady, miss Rey P-"

 

"Just Rey," she interrupted Dameron but didn't even look up at Ben. 

 

"Why do you hate the painting, Rey?"

 

"Because it's dumb."

 

"Care to elaborate?"

 

"Do I have to?"

 

"Humor me."

 

She sighed. 

 

"It's two big yellow dots on a pinkish background. I know kids in kindergarten that could paint something more thought provoking," the way she was holding the mop gave Ben some ideas. "And don't even get me started on how it's worth more than my car because trust me, I would end your trust fund ass in a minute." 

 

There was a moment of silence during which Ben considered proposing to her on the spot. 

 

And then she finally looked at him.

 

Fuck.

 

"Penny for your thoughts."

 

"When do you end your shift?" 

 

Behind him Finn rolled his eyes. 

 

** 

 

"Tell me again how much you hate it," he asked, no, begged, while peppering her neck with his mouth and teeth. 

 

"S-so much," they stumbled upon a wall in a small locker room where she dragged him back after changing her clothes. 

 

"Yeah?"

 

"Mhm."

 

"Good."

 

He signed what was asked of him and couldn't care less about the theft when there was a much more beautiful piece of art to take care of. 

 

Their passionate kisses and her eager moans were enough for him to get hard and when Rey's hand wandered down his stomach, a wave of pleasure consumed him. 

 

"You like it when I insult it," his earlobe was suddenly between her teeth; it sent shivers down his spine. 

 

"Because you're right." 

 

"Say it again."

 

 "You're right."

 

 "Now spell it," she broke away for a second, looked him in the eye and then down, purposefully. 

 

He got down on his knees immediately.

 

Miraculously, Rey was wearing a skirt. 

 

"You're so wet,' he murmured, seeing a spot on her underwear. "Is this because of me?" 

 

"You wish," her whining turned louder when Ben pushed the fabric aside and traced her seam with his nose. 

 

To help her with the balance, he hooked one of her legs over his shoulder and unceremoniously licked her. 

 

"You taste so good," Ben praised before diving in to completely devour her. 

 

Rey whimpered and instantly put her hand in his hair. 

 

"What else?" she tightened her grip when his licks became more intense and purposeful.

 

"Your cunt... is divine."

 

His tongue circled her clit and a loud moan escaped her lips when one of Ben's fingers finally sinked inside her. 

 

“More.”

 

“Patience, sweetheart.”

 

He looked up to see her admiring their reflection in a mirror between the lockers. When she sighed his name, he hummed in adoration. 

 

“Your mouth… I need your mouth, please, Ben…”

 

He was the one to groan this time and the vibrations sent sparks through her. She came with a low moan and after a moment Ben rose up to meet her lips with his again. 

 

"I want you inside me," her whisper went straight to his cock. 

 

"I don't have a condom."

 

"Are you clean?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Then fill me up, Ben," she rocked her hips against his. 

 

He hastily unbuckled his belt and her hands joined his, seconds later closing around his cock. His ego was boosted tenfold when he saw an amazed look on her face. 

 

"This is a masterpiece your family should be proud of, not some painting." 

 

He laughed as he pushed into her, all at once. 

 

“Holy fuck.”

 

Ben paused for a moment, letting them both get used to the feeling. Rey's body trembled around him, until he finally started moving.

 

"Can you come like this?"

 

"S-standing up? I don't.... oh shit, yes, yes, here please..."

 

"You're taking me so well."

 

"The pleasure is mi-aaahh..."

 

She clenched and every logical thought fled from his mind. 

 

"Go out with me," he was completely gone for her. 

 

"You have a weird taste in art."

 

"I hate this painting too."

 

"You should... fuck, harder... it's fucking hideous."

 

He whined and Rey raised her eyebrows. 

 

"It's repugnant. Disgusting. I wouldn't buy it for a dollar," she continued and he felt he was getting closer. 

 

"It's absolutely... ohmygodBen... pointless to have it hanged in here... where everyone can see it... fuckfuckfuck… I hope they won't ever find it..."

 

He slammed into her again and again until Rey radiantly exploded in his arms. Ben followed her immediately. 

 

"Oh god, that was..."

 

"Stop moving... I'm not empty yet."

 

She inhaled sharply and he felt her lips on his right away. Their foreheads rested upon each other. 

 

At this moment he didn't care about Twin Suns and the theft or the Varykino at all.

 

A priceless wonder stood beside him and his cum was dripping off her cunt. 

 

This was art. 

 

**

 

fn2187: are you guys done? 

fn2187: we have to go, sunrise is in an hour 

flyboy: don't rush her, our girl is having fun ;)

sunshine: stfu, it was your fault that the alarm went off

sunshine: i had to improvise

flyboy: and i bet you hated that

sunshine: is the cargo secured?

fn2187: safe and sound 

sunshine: then go without me

sunshine: I'll meet you tomorrow at the Takodana

fn2187: fine

flyboy: was his dick that good?

sunshine: better 😎

Notes:

AD went to Pompidou and all I got was an idea for this fic.