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Orange is not Rey’s color. When she was a sweaty adolescent, adrift in the garbage sea of the American foster care system, she wore a ton of hand me downs. The worst of them—an orange sweater with a thick, bright yellow chevron around the middle—went with her to each new home. It made her look like she had scurvy, but it was the warmest thing she owned.
She used to pretend Kate Winslet was secretly her real mom, and would come to the states to rescue her at any moment. Rey got really good at pretending.
Which is why she is currently pretending none of this is happening.
She covers her naked breasts knowing full well they’re going to make her remove her hands. They have to make sure she’s not smuggling in any contraband. It’s not like she has many places to hide anything anyway. She bends over, squats, and the only thing that falls out is her dignity.
The scratchy orange jumpsuit is terrible, but it’s nothing compared to the scurvy sweater.
The ominous clanking of the metal bars stops and the guard says, “Welcome to Coruscant State Penitentiary, Rey Johnson.”
She shouldn’t be doing this. The dingy motel is—seedy at best, a disease waiting to happen at worst. But he—Kylo Ren—should be waiting inside, with a body that won’t quit and mouth that looks made for sin.
This is her first time actually meeting someone off Tinder. Thanks to a moment of clarity last year, the app had been deleted from her phone and forgotten. That is, until several days ago, when desperate for a ‘this is the last I’m going to see a man for 3-5 years’ fuck, she redownloaded it from the cloud. It was spontaneous decision, fueled by a pitcher of margaritas and about 5 al pastor tacos.
The margaritas also explain why she let Poe write the bio.
Rey, 24
I’m not going to beat around the bush, I’m off to prison for I do not know how long, and I am looking for one last proppa good fuck before I go on my travels. I’m not a cunt and I’ll respect ya but I’m looking for a real nawty man who will fuck me all day and night, obviously stopping for food and drink breaks yano lol.
I do apologize in advance for being so straight to the point but I can’t exactly commit to a relationship for reason above.
Will consider a pen pal while I’m away. <3
“No, Poe! It’s too awful.” Not to mention all the spelling and grammar errors.
“Too late, I already hit save.”
Finn just laughed, his arm around Poe’s shoulders. It was their last dinner together before her sentencing. “You’re doing the right thing, Peanut. The plea deal is your best bet to have a normal life after this.”
She nodded, downing the rest of her margarita before grabbing the pitcher for a refill.
She swallows down the memory and carefully walks up the cement stairs. Room 210, that’s where Kylo is, waiting to fuck her brains out—hopefully. At least if he’s a murderer, she won’t have to go to prison.
Way to look at the bright side, Johnson.
He is not a murderer—or at least he doesn’t look like one. She has barely knocked on the door, when this tree of a man yanks it open and pulls her inside, pushing her up against the door and near attacking her mouth with his.
His tongue is hot and insistent, tasting just a bit of dark liquor. Rey moans and lets him pin her wrists above her head as he kisses her breathless. When he finally pulls back, he nips at her bottom lip before releasing his hold on her and rocking on his heels to take her in.
“Hi, I’m Kylo.”
“Yeah, I got that,” she answers, licking her lips. She already wants more. “I’m Rey.”
Her one non-negotiable condition had been that he not ask her what she was going away for. Rey was relieved when he readily agreed. She had already spent half the night blocking men sending her dick pics and ignoring an assortment of generic douchebags before she matched with Kylo.
Kylo : Hey, your profile is straight and to the point, so I’m going to be up front, too. It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a woman, but there’s something in your eyes that made me reach out.
She flipped through his pictures quickly, and couldn’t understand why he’d lie like this. He had one shirtless workout picture, one with a very cute black lab, and a close up of his face. The picture with his dog was from the side, and she thought he had the most striking profile she’d seen in a while.
Rey : Excuse me, but I don’t know if I believe you, with a body like that.
She waited with baited breath as the three little dots appeared.
Kylo : I work out, but I’m awkward. It balances out. I promise I have stamina, though. If you’re looking for someone who can go all night…
Oh, he was good. She had been 5 minutes away from deleting her profile before he matched with her.
Rey : Deal.
He took charge of booking the motel, which didn’t even occur to a suddenly grateful Rey. She had planned on just inviting him to her apartment.
Now his giant hands are creeping up her shirt while it’s still light out.
“God, you’re even more gorgeous in person.”
She feels herself blushing, despite the fact that she’s here to have as much sex as possible with this man before she gets locked up for the foreseeable future. “You too.” She reaches up to run her hands through his shoulder length black hair. It’s soft, but thick, and she realizes a little too late that she has lost herself in his dark chocolate eyes. It’s a pity this is a one-time deal, because he’s exactly her type—not that she knew she had one before now, but yeah… he checks off all the right boxes.
“I um—I brought condoms.”
Rey can’t help but smile again. This man has gone from growling beast to bashful teenager in the span of 5 minutes. His profile said he was 33, but he looks much younger right now, a slight flush creeping onto his cheeks. “No worries, I’ve got an IUD.”
He nods and then lifts her up. They haven’t left the entryway yet, but there’s plenty of time. She wraps her legs around him and he grinds her into the door, attacking her mouth again. When he comes up for air, he admits, “I have never done anything like this.”
“Me either.”
“Drink?”
“Yes please.”
He lets her down and runs a hand through his hair, tousling it in a way that’s all too endearing for someone she’s just hoping to use for sex. Don’t go getting attached to this guy.
He pours them both a Jack and Coke and they down them as quickly as possible. Another drink seems to help him loosen up because when he turns his gaze to her, it’s nearly predatory. “Rey,” he purrs, grasping her head his both hands and threading his fingers into her hair. She left it down for this very purpose.
He lifts her again—all too easily—and tosses her back onto the bed. The alcohol has made her lightheaded and she giggles in response. Then he is on top of her, and suddenly nothing is funny anymore. He pulls her shirt above her head, kisses down her neck to the black lacy bra she’s chosen to wear. When he pulls the cup down and sucks her nipple into his mouth, she could swear they’ve been lovers for years, the way he knows exactly what to do with her body.
His fingers dance down her torso to her jeans which he deftly removes and pulls down along with the underwear. When she feels his hot breath against her cunt, Rey’s thighs involuntarily start to shut. “You don’t have to—”
He looks up at her from between her legs, pushing them back apart, and it’s one of the sexiest things she’s ever seen. “But I want to… if it’s okay.”
She really doesn’t know. No one’s ever offered before. She nods anyway. And then his tongue is on her. It feels different from how she thought it might feel. Better, somehow. Maybe just because it’s him—this stranger who feels so unlike a stranger. Her back arches up off the bed when he sucks on her clit. “Oh god.”
She can practically feel him smiling into her as he continues the barrage, alternating pressure—nipping, sucking, tasting her. When he enters her with one of his large fingers she thinks she might lose it. He steadily pumps into her a few times before adding another finger and crooking them just so .
“ Fuck . Fuck, Kylo.” Her words become nonsense as he sends her over the edge, still licking her slowly through her orgasm.
Then, he’s crawling up her body and she must have missed him taking off his shirt because suddenly she’s presented with a ridiculous expanse of chest and abs that just doesn’t make sense. He should be on display at the Met, not here on top of her. “You taste amazing,” he says.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Then he’s kissing her again, and she guesses it’s not so bad—her taste, at least when it’s mingled with his, the texture of his tongue something she’s already getting used to. It’s then that she can feel his erection against her thigh and she has to open her eyes to see because surely he can’t be that big?
But he is.
“Fuck.”
He pulls back, concerned, like they are high school sweethearts about to lose their virginity to each other. “What?”
“You’re just so large .”
He scoffs. “I doubt it, but I’ll take it easy at first.”
And he does. He presses into her slowly, reverently, like a groom on his wedding night. She feels every inch of him as he slides in, stretching her like she’s never been before. It’s exquisite . Rey shudders when he’s fully sheathed inside of her—she’s never felt so full.
“You okay?”
“More than okay. God, Kylo. Why didn’t we meet years ago?” Maybe if she had had him, she could’ve gotten away sooner. She wouldn’t have had to—but that doesn’t matter now. It’s done. Just focus on now .
He looks sad for a moment. “I don’t know.” He kisses her temple as he starts to move. She hisses through her teeth as she feels his cock drag along her walls. As if he senses the dark turn her thoughts have taken, he grips her wrists again, pinning them above her head with one hand as he fucks her hard into the mattress. “But I do know—” he says between thrusts “—that your pussy is magic.”
Rey can only whimper and thrash beneath him as he pounds into her, making her forget where she’s headed in 2 short days. He finally releases her wrists and deftly grabs one of her legs, pulling it up to her chest so he can hit her deeper. She clutches him tightly, fingers digging into his back.
Heat creeps up her spine and she knows she’s on the brink. She snakes her hand down between them to rub at her clit.
“That’s it—get there,” he encourages, keeping up his relentless pace.
She climaxes with a shout, bringing her hands to his hips for something to hold onto lest she explode. He grunts, pistoning into her erratically before he comes, his hot seed coating her insides.
It’s as they’re catching their breath that he pulls out and smiles at her for the first time—it makes him look younger again. “Hungry?”
They throw clothes back on to eat Chinese food at the tiny motel table, some History Channel show serving as ambient noise in the background. They share as much they can about themselves without revealing anything too personal. She finds out his dog’s name is Silencer and that he was valedictorian of his high school class. She tells him about Finn and Poe, her only friends. When he finds out that it was Poe who wrote the bio, he proclaims, “I knew it! Your messages were way smarter than that.” Then he bites an egg roll in half.
They let their food settle for maybe 15 minutes before he bends her over the bathroom counter and makes her watch as he takes her from behind. The sounds of his hips slamming into her ass will stay with her long after, she thinks.
Rey now lies naked, against his chest. They just attempted to 69 with mixed results. She knows if they were keeping count of orgasms, that she would be in the lead. Kylo wasn’t lying when he said he had stamina. She’s adding to her list of firsts rather quickly: shower sex, spanking—even anal.
It’s nearly 5am. She’s had the best sex of her life tonight, and she’s not ready for it to end, to have to watch him go. A part of her just wants to cuddle and fall asleep in his arms before they have to check out. But the other part of her responds greedily when he starts to kiss her again.
The orgasms have been nice, but his kissing—it’s excellent. He’s easily the best kisser she’s ever had, and she can’t imagine finding anyone after this who could compare. His lips are plush and soft—and he can do absolutely sinful things with his tongue.
When he’s worked her up enough, his fingers coated with her essence, he murmurs, “Turn over.”
She does as told—finding she rather likes it when he takes charge. Rey lies on her stomach and lets him pull her hips up to where he wants them before he pushes into her in one stroke. She’s used to him by now, but he still fills her up so good. She’s going to have quite a collection of memories to keep her occupied on lonely nights in her cell.
His hand tracks down her vertebrae as he holds her in place. He thrusts into her with gusto, his fingers digging into her ass cheek. He’s told her several times how much he loves her ass. “How long?”
“What?” Rey’s face is smushed into the pillow, so it comes out muffled.
“How long are you going away for?”
She cranes her head to look at him over her shoulder. He’s grunting, his hair falling across his face as he fucks her. “I can be out in two years with good behavior.”
He nods and pushes her back down, increasing his speed. When he wraps an arm around her front to stroke her clit, she thinks she reaches nirvana. They reach their peak together, and Rey officially loses count of how many times this man has made her come.
He rests on top of her only a moment, kissing her shoulder before rolling off. She thinks she hears him whisper, “I’ll wait for you.”
She shuffles down the dingy corridor, escorted by Officer Rose Tico, who has been—really nice, actually, for someone who works in a prison. “This is as far as I go,” she announces. “Solo will take you to your cell.”
Before Rey has a chance to wonder who Solo might be, a very tall guard stalks around the corner. Her eyes practically bug out of her head at the sight of him. “Kylo?!”
A look of shock and confusion passes over his features before his mouth settles into an incredulous grin. He’s shaking his head almost imperceptibly as she walks towards him. He rakes his hand through his hair and rubs the back of his neck. “It’s uh—Ben, actually. Ben Solo.”
She can see that. ‘B. Solo’ is embroidered on the front of his uniform shirt. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips. He looks good in blue. “You didn’t mention that you were a prison guard.”
“It never came up.”
“Hmm,” she hums as leads her down the hall. She thinks she feels the ghost of fingers on the small of her back.
“This is your cell, Johnson. Guess I’ll see you on rounds… so you better be a good girl .” He winks as he leaves and a shudder runs through her at his words.
Rey gets acquainted with the freshly made bunk, assuming the rumpled one belongs to her cell mate. Maybe this won’t be as bad as she thought.