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When they jerked out of hyperspace over the rusted wastes of Jakku, Ben heaved a tired sigh. The Solo men had been at this particular jaunt through the cosmos for close to two months. Hijinks had been had, credits gained, spice and contraband smuggled. A success, all-in-all, minus a few hiccups— Ben now brandished a new scar on his right bicep. He would tell his mother that a blaster discharged while he was cleaning it— and now they were both tired, ready to return home.
Or so Ben had thought, until Han inputted unfamiliar coordinates into the hyperdrive. Jakku. And here they were. No explanation given, no matter how much the younger Solo had nagged.
“Okay,” Ben groused, running a hand through his hair as Han piloted them towards the orange desert below, “Are you going to explain?”
“No.” Han said, taciturn, “You’re going to stay put on the Falcon while I take care of some business. Got it?”
He was bringing them in low over a settlement of tents and shacks formed of scrap. Dust kicked up and locals of a variety of species began to scatter away from their makes-do landing pad, a patch of semi-flat sand.
Chewie poked his head into the cockpit and cooed just as Ben kissed his teeth defiantly. He was almost thirty, he would not be sidelined on the ship while his old man had all the fun. He hadn’t asked to be dragged along, so they at least owed it to him to include him in the antics.
“I’ll cut you a deal, old man,” he smirked, riding easy with the familiar jolt of the Falcon touching down, “You and Uncle Chewie go out there without me, and I give mom a call and let her know about the fun we had in the Hosnian system. I get so bored locked up in here all by myself.”
Leia had long since accepted that her boys were born smugglers, her only insistence was that they keep it as far from her work as they could. Hosnian Prime was as close as it got, the front door of her beloved galactic senate. If they had been caught carrying those illegally modded blaster rifles through the seedy underbelly of the core, she never would have lived it down.
Han blanched and Chewie chuffed, amused by his nephew’s ambition.
There was a beat of loaded silence, Ben waiting, Han fuming, before the older man conceded through clenched teeth, “ Fine .”
Ben grinned and clapped his father on the shoulder, taking a moment to revel in his small victory. “Great! Now, why are we here? What’s the objective?”
Han pushed out of the pilot’s chair and grumbled to himself as he shoved past his son. Leveling a glare at Ben that could only be construed as deadly, “ I have a debt to pay off and a few deals to broker. You can tag along if you’d like, but no talking. This isn't core world melodrama we’re dealing with, Jakku is cutthroat. These people are desperate, they’ll kill you and strip you for parts without a second thought. Don’t care how charming you think you are.”
Ben shifted and felt the familiar weight of his blaster at his hip. Reassured, he took his father’s warning in stride and followed him to the exit ramp. Chewie lumbered along behind him, bowcaster slung over a hairy shoulder, “So you admit I’m charming?”
Han pointedly ignored him.
As the ramp lowered with hissing hydraulics, he offered a bit more, “This is going to take a while. If you get bored, don’t wander too far. You got your com?”
Ben reached into his vest pocket and produced it, flipping it into the air and catching it again in his wide palm, “Yup.”
He popped the ‘p’ and Han rolled his eyes, descending the ramp and stepping out into the brutal Jakku sun. Ben coughed as he followed, the air was unbearably dry and the sunlight was blinding. Around him the air reeked of filth and luggabeast shit.
“What a hole,” he mumbled, eyes wandering the stalls and tented pavilions. The residents of the outpost were all filthy, their faces lined and sun damaged.
Chewie barked. Not too late to wait in the ship.
Ben ignored him, and followed behind them as they began to wind their way through the narrow, dusty corridors of the outpost. He could already feel a thin layer of grime settling over his whole body. It reminded him of Tatooine, if Mos Eisley were somehow poorer and shittier. In the over ten years he had worked with his father he had been to many shady, dingy places, but this one in particular jarred him.
“What’s this place called?” Ben asked, all around them scavengers and junk traders stopped to watch them pass. The three of them stuck out, clothes clean and untorn. Behind them a zabrak was circling the Millennium Falcon as though he were assessing it for parts. All of it made him uneasy, but he didn’t show it. He carried himself with his usual confidence, it hadn’t failed him yet.
“Niima Outpost.” Han replied, and Chewie grunted in confirmation. Both were obviously tense, and when they came to a stop in front of a stall, Chewie spun to face a gathering crowd of onlookers while Han slammed his fist against the rusted counter. The sound drew the attention of the Crolute shopkeeper within.
He was fat, green, and ugly.
Ben’s fingers flexed reflexively over his blaster. From the crowd a few poor sods called for credits, suddenly beggars and not scavengers.
“Plutt.” Han greeted the Crolute, disdain obvious in his tone.
Ben scowled, watching over his father’s shoulder. Then something caught his attention, something completely innocuous from the corner of his eye. Nothing more than a slip of a human girl in plain desert garb. She shouldn’t have drawn his eye. There was nothing immediately extraordinary to her appearance as she loitered at the back of the crowd.
And yet…
It was a familiar sort of compulsion, a singular sort of need that could not logically be explained. The Force, of course. He’d been sensitive to it his whole life, could even pull off a few tricks and plant easy suggestions in impressionable minds.
But sensations like that which was blooming in his chest, more primordial compulsions, those were uncommon. He knew not to ignore them, though. The Force would only let one avoid it for so long before it landed screaming bloody murder at their feet, demanding they contend with it. What a volatile bitch it could be.
Begrudgingly, he tore himself away from the haggling unfolding between Han and Unkar Plutt and made his way toward the girl. Not a half hour planetside and he was already violating orders, not that it mattered. He still had his comlink.
The crowd had already begun to disperse as it became clearer the three smugglers were armed and none were aspiring philanthropists. The girl remained rooted, pretty mouth parted as if she were surprised. Her brow was slightly furrowed. She must have felt it too, whatever it was that drew him to her.
He paused a few feet in front of her, not wanting to frighten her off. Dark eyes took her in, she was about what Ben would expect from a wastelander; small and plain. Her skin was tan and there was a smattering of freckles over her nose, underlying her hazel eyes. Her chestnut hair was drawn back into three tight buns. Over her shoulder was slung a bo staff cobbled from scrap.
She was assessing him right back, eyes narrowing exactingly, undaunted by his superior size even as she was consumed by his shadow.
“Who are you?” She asked, her accent distinctly not one he would have expected on Jakku. It was almost Coruscanti.
“Ben,” he extended a hand between them, but she only looked at it confusedly, so he let it drop. “Er… right, Ben Solo.”
She twisted her mouth and stared at him, not offering up anything in return. Ben took it in stride, deciding this lack of social grace must be typical on such a barren, backwater planet.
“And you are?”
The girl ignored his question and instead rivaled it with her own, “What was that just now? What did you do to me? I could hardly move.”
Her staff dropped from her shoulder to her hand and she pointed it at his face, glaring.
“Woah, woah, take it easy there, kid.” He raised his hands, palms facing outward. He gave his best charming smile but she didn’t so much as waver, undeterred. “I felt it, too. It wasn’t me. That was a Force thing. I don’t know the exact name for it, but it was a compulsion. For you it was stay put for me it was go over there .”
Her eyes narrowed skeptically, “Why?”
He shook his head, a bead of sweat gathering at his temple and darting down to his jaw, “I don’t know. Sometimes the Force just compels”
Sniffing, she seemed to accept his explanation, albeit reluctantly. She lowered her staff and Ben dropped his hands, some tension fleeing his body.
“Now, care to tell me your name? We’re going to be buddied up all day, so, unless you prefer ‘kid’?” He shrugged his shoulders, giving an easy smile.
The girl rolled her eyes, “My name’s Rey. And I don’t have the Force, so buzz off.”
She turned on heel, boots crunching in the dirt as she made to leave. Ben was perfectly content to let her, he didn’t want to waste away his whole day loitering around some junk rat. But something in his chest revolted, like a tether pulled taut, he tripped forward after her with a strangled cry of, “Wait!”
Rey must have felt it too, because she stopped dead in her tracks, stiff.
“Oh, kid,” Ben laughed sardonically, “This is definitely the Force. Which, and please do take notes, is not something you do or don’t have. It’s something you are or are not sensitive to.”
She cast him a sideways glance over her shoulder, “Well then I’m not sensitive to it. You come across as a real ass, Ben Solo.”
“Whatever.” He chuffed, righting himself. “Where are you going? I think we’re tethered for the time being.”
“Tethered?”
Ben nodded. Despite his ultimate rejection of the Jedi lifestyle, he had done some reading in his youth. He’d never heard of this specific phenomenon, but from what he knew of others he could come to some simple conclusions.
“I think we’re stuck until we complete a certain task, maybe until a certain amount of time as passed.”
Rey’s face scrunched in confusion, almost cutely, “That would make perfect sense if I were Force sensitive.” She started walking away, and this time Ben kept close behind.
“You are.”
“Am not”
“Are to.”
“Shut up, Ben. Stop following me.” She hissed, slamming the end of her staff into the dust at his feet. The little cloud the impact created coated his boots in a fine layer of beige.
Grinding his teeth, his brows shot near to his hairline in frustration. He threw his hands up and huffed, “Fine.”
Rey made it five feet before their invisible tie was pulled taut once more and Ben was jerked forward, Rey backward.
“Shit!” She yelped, landing on her ass in the sand.
Ben was less fortunate, finding himself with a mouthful of the stuff. He sputtered and spat, pawing at his tongue as he sat up.
“Spee? Forth.” He slurred, still swiping in a futile attempt to rid himself of the grit. He’d need to rinse his mouth with water.
Rey’s expression soured, and she watched him struggle for a moment before taking pity and offering him her canteen, “Not too much. Off-worlders always take water for granted here on Jakku.”
He took a long draw then swished it around his mouth. It was warm, but it got the job done. When he spat it out in the middle of the marketplace no one so much as batted an eyelash. Far worse things must have been spewed far more often. The thought made him want to get off of the ground.
Rey leveraged herself up with her staff, watching passively as Ben hoisted up his own massive body.
“Okay so, what now?” She groused, glaring at him like this was somehow his doing, “We’re stuck together until further notice?”
“So it would seem.” Ben replied, wry.
“Well,” She slung her staff back over her shoulder and dropped her hands to her hips, “You’re no help. I’ve got stuff to do at home, I can’t waste time dawdling in Niima all day.”
Taking note of how thin she was Ben figured that was true. Wasted time on Jakku likely equated to wasted food, every moment counted. Touching his vest pocket he found that his com was still there, unjostled by the fall.
“Then I’ll come home with you. I promise I won’t break anything or cause any problems, I’ll just hang out until whatever this is blows over.” He didn’t want to, but he also didn’t want to get the poor girl killed.
She sighed, dropping her shoulders in defeat, “Fine. There isn’t much to break, but please don’t talk my ear off the whole time. You aren’t half as charming as you seem to think you are.”
Ben scoffed in faux offense, then gave chase as Rey began to strut away. He knew he was charming, he didn’t need some sand rat’s approval to reassure him of that.
The journey back to her home was awkward and mostly quiet. He slipped down one sand dune, unfamiliar with how to traverse the terrain. Rey laughed at him from its crest before sliding down to join him in the gritty trough.
“Here.” She passed him her bo staff, “Use this to keep yourself steady. If you fall too far then I’ll get jerked around, too.”
His hand dwarfed the shaft of it, but it was better than nothing, “Thanks.”
She nodded, tight lipped, and they carried on.
Eventually, as the sun reached its scorching midday peak, they came to her home. If it could even be called that. It was a fallen AT-AT from the rebellion era, rusted over and worn smooth by wind and sand. It was a hunk of junk, in Ben’s eyes. But he supposed that, on a planet like Jakku, one had to make do with what little was available.
After her passed her staff back to her, Rey opened the hatch on its belly manually and let him inside. It was dark and blissfully cooler than the desert which engulfed it. A few dim lights flickered to life on the ceiling, their wires vanishing into the wall panels, running upwards towards the ‘roof’. It would seem she was quite the little mechanic.
On the far wall was a set of shelves which bore an abundance of mechanical implements. To the left was a workbench which housed a few half made droids, and beyond that, in the portion of the AT-AT that once carried stormtroopers, was a custom sand speeder. To his right was a hammock and a small cooktop, beside it a wilting flower, dry petals dusting the floor around it.
“Nice—
The empty compliment died on his tongue as his eyes settled on a wall of odd tally marks. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. Each one standing individual of the last as a testament to something he could not place. Still, he was overcome with a great sense of loneliness. Rey lived like this, out here, all alone?
Following him into the AT-AT Rey paused beside him, glancing blankly between him and the wall. She offered no explanation.
Rey plopped down in front of her work bench and began to fiddle with one of the broken droids.
“So… just gonna ignore me then?” Ben asked, staring pointedly at her back.
“Yup.” She popped the ‘p’. She meant business.
Ben sighed, boredom already creeping in, and decided he might as well help himself to that hammock and an afternoon nap. Smuggling was hard work after all, and the bunks on the Falcon were too small for his unwieldy frame to fit comfortably.
Reclining with his hands behind his head, he found the hammock a bit small, but his legs could hang off the end comfortably enough. Shutting his eyes, Ben sighed and pushed against the floor, letting the rocking motion it provided lull him to rest.
Only he couldn’t sleep. Her tinkering was damn obnoxious, she had a blow torch .
“You better have goggles on,” he tutted, examining his cuticles, “Flash burns are nothing to shake a bo staff at.”
The flashing and banging stopped and Rey turned to face him, still on her knees. She pushed a pair of tinted goggles up her forehead, “What do you know about flash burns? You look like you’ve never held a wrench in your life.”
Ben sat up, pursing his mouth as he slung his legs over the side of the hammock, “Presumptive. I’m a smuggler, I practically grew up on a Corellian freighter. I can handle my tools.”
Rey drew nearer, sliding forward on her knees, a wrench clutched in her hand. Her eyes were wide and curious. Ben could practically taste her yearning for adventure in the air between them.
“That freighter that landed… it’s yours?”
“My dad’s, but someday it’ll be mine.” He smiled lopsidedly. He didn’t mind her proximity. In fact, when she paused, he found himself shifting frustratedly. “She’s called the Millenium Falcon .”
The wrench dropped from Rey’s hand, clattering noisily on the grated floor. Neither of them seemed to notice, strangely beguiled. She settled on her knees between his legs, her hands running up the length of his thighs. Her touch was searing. They were both utterly and inexplicably entranced. Total strangers, and yet…
“I really want to kiss you right now, Ben.” Rey breathed, parted lips hardly moving with her words, “Is this the Force, too?”
Ben’s heart thundered in his chest, his head was foggy and he wasn’t certain of his motivations. He definitely wanted to kiss her. He leaned over her until their breaths mingled between them, “I think it is.”
“Are we going to?”
Ben swallowed hard, ever modicum of his common sense wailing at him to back off. She was at least a decade younger than him and obviously inexperienced. But stars help him, she was so beautiful. He hadn’t realized it before, but he saw in now in the dim light of her makeshift home. The cut of her cheekbones, the bow of lip, her wide eyes and soft mouth.
Tilting her chin up with his finger and thumb, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. It was slow and sensuous, and Rey was clumsy. Ben led her through it, gently showing her how to slant her mouth against his, how to part her lips and breathe him in. It was likely her first kiss, Ben realized. He was careful when he cupped the back of her neck and pulled her closer. Her hands slipped from his thighs to the hammock, supporting her weight as she pushed up and into him, deepening it.
Humming, Ben broke the kiss wetly. She followed him, mouth searching, but he turned his head, wanting both of them to have a moment to consider. His pupils were blow wide, mouth red. They panted and held each other’s eyes for a long, fiery moment before Rey took the initiative. She stood up so that she hovered over him, her fingers traced along his jawline, her eyes kept flitting back to his lips.
Ben’s cock throbbed in his trousers. Somewhere in the back of his mind he mused that this wasn’t the turn he had expected this day to take.
Rey initiated the second kiss, fingers curling almost painfully into his hair as their mouths met sloppily. This time she was less keen to follow and more eager to try and lead. Ben groaned into her mouth, excited by her enthusiasm. His hands caressed up her sides, one settled at her waist but the other ventured further, cupping a small breast through her tunic.
Rey broke away again, chest heaving, and peppered kisses over his whole face, interspersing the assault with words, “Ben,” kiss, “I don’t,” kiss kiss, “Understand.” Kiss.
He canted his head and caught her mouth again, hand slipping from her hip to play at the waistband of her capris. He kissed a line down the column of her throat, and when his fingers dipped and found her wet and pliant, she whimpered.
“I think the Force wants us to have sex.” He breathed, almost incredulously. That line was one he’d never used before. In this case it wasn’t even a line.
Rey whined and shifted her hips as his fingers pressed against her clit, she grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away, “You’re lucky I feel it too or I’d deck you for saying that.”
Ben chuckled sheepishly and stood, catching Rey by the waist and pulling her flush to him. He savored the soft press of her breasts to his chest. He kissed her again. He never wanted to stop kissing her, she tasted so damn sweet.
When they parted he murmured against her lips, “That hammock won’t hold and I don’t want to fuck you up against a wall, got any other options?”
She was adorable, flush from her scalp to her toes, no doubt, “There’s a blanket under the hammock, we could spread—
He was already on it. Ben extended his arm and the blanket was sent flying, spreading itself in the air and land unfolded on the floor. Rey didn’t seem even remotely off put by this show of his Force ability, she didn’t seem to care at all. In fact she only seemed concerned with tending to the matter at hand, namely his cock, which she was groping curiously through his clothing.
“ Rey. ” He sighed her name as he walked them backward towards the blanket.
“I’ve never done this before,” she admitted as they fell to the floor, Rey settling in his lap so that her ass rubbed salaciously against his erection. They kissed again, her hands rough in his hair as his arms came around her waist.
Fuck, he loved the feel of her against him. The soft slide of her tongue into his mouth and her fingers pulling his hair.
They parted and he nipped her throat, tugging carefully at the scarf she wrapped around her body.
“I’ll be gentle,” He promised, and he meant it. He wouldn’t dare hurt this girl, “I’ll teach you.”
Once she was rid of the scarf he helped her pull her tunic over her head, then her breast band, baring her upper half to him. She didn’t shy under his eyes, only blinked curiously as though she were awaiting his appraisal.
He cupped her left breast in his palm, small and pert, it fit perfectly. Rey whimpered softly as he caressed her, lids fluttering.
“So beautiful, Rey.” He whispered, leaning forward and kissing across her shoulder, then down so he could lave at her tit. Ben pushed her down onto the blanket, nipping at the underside of her breast before trailing his lips over the flat plane of her abdomen. She was too lean, likely malnourished, but now wasn’t the time.
When he came to the fastener of her capris he met her gaze over her heaving chest. Her honey eyes were wide with want, face flush from his machinations.
He unfastened her pants and she eagerly lifted her hips, aiding him in pulling them down, then kicking them off.
Two broad tipped fingers trailed over the wet patch at the center of her underwear, “Can I kiss you down here, Rey?”
Rey shuddered at his touch, and again at the cold as he peeled the garment away. She was pretty down there, too. Almost peachy, dewy with arousal and topped with a thatch of curled brown hair. His fingers traced along her seam, feeling her clit and entrance but lingering over neither, teasing.
Ben asked again, voice low, almost dangerous, “Can I put my mouth on you, Rey?”
A shiver wracked her body and her fingers curled tight into the threadbare material of the blanket.
“ Please .”
Ben smiled and wasted no time. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and licked a long, hot stripe over her center. He parted her folds with two fingers and took a second swipe, savoring the taste of her. Above him Rey writhed and cried out.
He began to circle her clit with two fingers as he delved with his lips and tongue, taking care not to apply too much pressure.
“Ben!” She shouted, and her hands dropped to tangle with his hair, pressing him harder into her cunt. The jut of his nose against her slick flesh seemed to surprise her and she yelped.
Keeping two fingers firmly on her clit, Ben teased her entrance with another, circling as she squirmed. Her heels dug into his shoulders and Ben moaned into her cunt, his cock twitching uncomfortably within the confines of his pants.
It was too fucking much to have her wet and pliant under him like this. Beautiful and begging for more. He shifted his mouth to tend to her clit while he carefully penetrated her with a single digit. He went slow, inch by inch, keeping steady suction on her clit the whole time.
He didn’t want to frighten or hurt her, he wanted this to be good so even when he left—
When he left…
For a moment he slowed, mind preoccupied with the concept of fucking this fiery woman and then leaving her alone on Jakku. Rey wouldn’t have it. She keened, and cried out his name like a mantra so he relegated the thought to the back of his mind and redoubled his efforts.
One finger snug and curling into her cunt, he introduced a second, her walls constricting with vice-like intensity around them. He moaned against her flesh, whole body burning at the thought of burying his cock in that. And that was where this was headed, the Force would insist.
The vibration of his noise at her clit was enough sensation to send Rey’s virginal body careening over the edge. Her fingers dug harder into his scalp and her cunt clenched around his fingers.
Ben kissed and sucked and plundered her through it, appreciating how unapologetic her orgasmic cacophany was. She had grown up in a place that had not taught her bodily shame, his cock was weeping at the prospect.
When she finally relaxed her grip enough for him to pull off, Rey jumped him. Clambering into his lap once more she kissed him hard and sloppy, their teeth scraping in her eagerness, but he could only lean into it. Her touch was fire and her naked body pressed up to him made Ben wonder after the many gods he’d heard of in his travels.
Lips barely parted from his she began to work his vest off of his shoulder, “Your turn next.”
He helped her along, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to some long forgotten corner of the AT-AT, “You can’t blow me, I won’t last if you blow me.”
He never thought he’d find himself actively dissuading a woman from sucking his cock, but here he was. Ben needed to be inside of her, had never needed anything so badly in his life, he wouldn’t ruin his shot at it by blowing a hasty load in her mouth.
Rey fingers traced the lines of his broad chest and abdomen, eyes black with need as she took him in, “Blow?”
“You can’t use your mouth on me.” He groaned as she kissed her way across his chest.
“Okay.” She agreed mildly, fingers already toying with his fly.
He helped her push his trousers off of his legs, briefs going with them, leaving his cock to bounce freely.
Rey blinked at it, and then, much to Ben’s amusement, she pressed the tip of her finger to the tip. She poked his cock, her head tilted to the side, buns askew.
“I’ve never seen a human one before,” she stated, plainly. Her fingers curled around it gently, investigating.
Ben puffed his cheeks, trying to indulge her exploration without getting too worked up, “Credit for your thoughts?”
She traced a fingertip along the underside of his cock, smearing the precum that had beaded at the head, “It’s big. How’s it going to fit?”
Ben leaned forward and pressed a tentative kiss to the corner of her mouth, in Rey’s hand his dick twitched.
“It’ll fit,” he reassured. Then he took her face between his hands and kissed her more thoroughly. He’d never kissed this much during sex before, he found that he liked it. At least with Rey he did.
“Since it’s your first time it might be easier if I’m on top,” Ben explained, easing her onto her back once more. Rey nodded in agreement and he moved to hover over her.
“Ready?” He asked, pressing his lips to her forehead.
“Yeah.” She was tense under him, eager but anxious. Ben kissed his way across her neck and collarbone, then took himself in hand. He pushed the head of his cock through her folds, gathering wetness and giving her a moment to prepare.
“So wet for me,” he mumbled, and her ankles hooked around his calves.
Settling against her entrance, he eased into her with a gentle push, keeping the pressure on even as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. He didn’t stop until their hips were flush and he was panting with the effort of not fucking her.
Rey gasped and whimpered under him, shifting her hips as she adjusted to his size. She hadn’t been wrong when she called him big. Ben knew that, so he gave her as much time as she needed, even if the tight, wet heat of her beckoned him otherwise.
Eventually her pained expression began to lessen, and the slight adjustments of her hips became rhythmic pushes against his body, as if she could somehow seat him deeper. She pawed at his abdomen needily, then dragged her fingers over his biceps to pull him in closer.
“ Ben .” She pleaded, nails raking over his back, heels digging into his calves.
Understanding, he huffed and began to thrust, gentle, hardly pulling out on the egress. He leaned over her, pressing their foreheads together, savoring the tender moment before things got rougher.
“Feels good?” He panted.
“Uh-huh.” She nodded, mouth parted to make way for breathy moans.
Her cunt twitched as he fucked into her and he growled, “Want more?”
She nodded her head furiously, “Yeah.”
Exhaling in an attempt to maintain some precious control over his body, Ben wound his arms around Rey’s middle and hunched over her. Face tucked into the crook of her shoulder, her legs now splayed around his hips, Ben set a frantic pace.
He snapped his hips fast and brutal, savoring each wet smack of his balls slapping her ass as he fucked into her. Under him Rey squealed and bit into the meat of his shoulder. The pain was exquisite and he fucked her harder for it.
“Ben Ben Ben Ben Ben,” she keened his name, “Feels good, feels so good.”
“You’re so good for me, Rey.” He panted into her sweat dampened flesh, “Such a— ah— such a good girl for me.”
And she was. She was pristinely tight and wet and each time he pulled out it was only to try to bury his cock further on the next thrust. He arched his back, working himself deeper much to Rey’s surprise and delight. He felt her legs kick behind him and he half smiled into her breast, delivering another volley of brutal thrusts.
“Wanna…” He panted, face scrunched in pleasure, “Wanna see your tits.”
Rey giggled, but it was quickly cut off by another jarring thrust of his hips.
He could feel himself nearing his end, and if the clench of Rey’s cunt around his cock was any indication, she was close too. Ben leveraged himself up, cock slipping free, much to his disdain. Rey mewled in complaint as he repositioned himself on his knees, hiking her right leg over his shoulder.
Ben puffed his cheeks and pushed back into the sloppy mess of her pussy, fingers digging into the meat of thigh as he began to work his hips against hers with near brutal thrusts. Under him Rey squealed and clawed at the blanket, sliding across the floor with the force of their fucking.
Her pretty little tits bounced on her chest, and Ben hummed with delight at the sight of them. Her cunt squelched between them and he felt his cock twitch, his body flamming with rising orgasm. He dropped her leg and leaned over her, one hand sliding down to play with her clit as he worked steadily towards his finish.
Under him Rey hiccuped and writhed, her body beginning to quiver with impending climax.
“I’m gonna come.” He rasped, and Rey responded by locking her ankles at the small of his back.
“ Please .”
Then it happened all at once, Rey’s entire person seemed spasm, and her head tilted back in a silent wail. Over her Ben went still, his cock swelling and twitching and spilling into the warm, constricting confines of her body. He saw white and felt warm from his fingers to his toes.
“Rey.” He gasped her name, and then he buckled, smothering her with his heft.
She rolled her hips against his own a few more desperate times, working through the aftershocks, then she fell still. Calm and silent beneath him.
Slowly coming back to his senses, Ben rolled them so that Rey was splayed across his sweaty chest. She curled into his neck, nuzzling there, arm slung across him limply, cum dripping onto his thigh.
“That was…” He didn’t know what it was, besides really kriffing good.
Rey just nodded her head, breath coming shallow and even, half asleep. Ben blinked at her and smiled. The image might have been cute if he hadn’t been intimately aware of it’s context. Maybe it still was cute.
He pulled the blanket in around them, deciding it was okay to rest for a moment. Rey was probably in desperate need of a nap after what they had just done. It made him quietly giddy that he had worn her out so thoroughly.
Ben kissed her hair and stroked his fingertips along the curve of her spine, a decidedly intimate gesture. He didn’t care.
Ben shut his eyes and let his fucked out body relax. Grateful that his comlink, where it had been thrown to, remained blissfully silent.
Into his neck Rey breathed, “I guess you are a little charming.”
Ben hummed in agreement and tried to forget he would have to leave her behind.