Summary: You and Ben are stuck hiding from Stormtroopers, and you decide to have a little fun while you wait.
Word Count: 909
Content Warning: NSFW
A/N: Oh sweet jeezus take this mess that I wrote in like two hours at work. I don’t even know what this is, but it’s the first time I’ve written smut in like, ages, so I’m pretty sure it’s absolute garbage. Though, ey, if you did like it validate me by hitting dem like/reblog buttons yo.
This was it; he was dead and gone straight to heaven… or
Bel let his head fall back, landing against some shelf or
another as he pushed a sharp breath out of his nose. He could barely breathe,
barely think for the pleasure that was setting his nerves on fire and causing
his hips to cant forward in search of any sort of friction from where your
fingers were wrapped around his cock. They were softer than he’d been
expecting, your grip not too firm and perfectly languid as you lazily stroked
“(N—Name)…” He panted, the word tapering off into a low whine as you
slowed your pace even further before stopping completely.
“Shh,” You warned, slapping your free hand over his mouth. “Do you
want someone to hear you?”
What he wanted was to bend
you over a table and fuck you until you were a quivering mess. To ride you long
and hard until the thought of keeping quiet was a laughable notion. Unfortunately
for Ben, neither of those options were viable given the fact that you were both
crammed into a supply closet. And, yes, objectively speaking, it would be bad
if the Stormtroopers found the two of you. Especially if they found you—literally
in Ben’s case—with your pants down and caught by surprise.
Ben didn’t want to be objective right now though; he was pretty sure
if he had to endure any more of your teasing he was going to die.
“Not another word or I’m done, got it?” You blinked up at him with a
slight smirk, fingers pressing not enough to be painful but just on the verge
of uncomfortable. Ben, for all of his half-hearted glaring, nodded and you
pulled your hand away from his swollen lips. “Good boy.”
You let your fingers trace his jawline absently as you let your other
hand roam the impressive length of him, thumb swiping across the tip and
smearing pre-come. His pulse jumped under the pads of your fingertips, skin hot
and beading with sweat as you continued your exploration. He bit down hard on
his plump lower lip when your hand fisted in his silky curls, pulling back with
a pleasurable sting to bare his throat.
You let your smuggler fuck himself into your hand for a little bit as
you pressed in close, draping yourself over every long, muscular inch of his
body. There was something addicting about this, about having him needy and
desperate for a release only you could give him. The potential to get caught at
any minute—either by Stormtroopers or by Finn and Rey—only added to the thrill.
And fuck if you didn’t love the breathy way he sighed, the way his
liquid eyes drifted shut, pupils blown wide so that there was only a ring of
rich, dark brown swallowed by black, just before he opened them again. You
watched Ben as the pleasure played out across his lovely face, the apples of
his cheeks flushed and red as his cock practically drooled in your hand. He was
close, you could tell by his erratic breathing and the rushed way his hips
thrust forward. Your throat went dry as you followed the movement of his tongue
as it soothed the area of bitten flesh, and suddenly you were hit with a bit of
urgency as you felt the hot coil of your own arousal.
“Are you close baby?” You whispered in his ear, tongue tracing the
lobe before you pressed a hot, wet kiss to the column of his throat. “Do you
want to come?”
He made a broken noise that vibrated along his neck and pulse and you
were so proud of him for not breaking the ‘no talking’ rule.
“Come, Ben. Right in my hand.” You stroked him faster, finding the
perfect pressure as you whispered praise into his ear. “Come on baby. You’ve
been so good for me, so very good.”
You twisted your wrist just so
as your teeth clamped down on his pulse and that was all it took. Ben let our
an absolutely wrecked moan, stifled behind his own fist as his hips stuttered
once, twice, before you felt the hot spurt of his come on your fingers. You
continued to stroke him gently through his orgasm, easing the grip in his hair
as he practically collapsed against the shelves. Pressing a line of quick,
gentle kisses to his jawline, you reached for a nearby to wipe your hand as you
let your body relax against him.
“You did so good.” You purred, nuzzling into his neck as you continued
Ben was unresponsive as his breath left his lungs in shaking pants,
eyes cracking open when you carefully tucked him back into his trousers.
“You knew?” He croaked, swallowing hard at your quizzical eyebrow. “That
the troopers had moved on?”
You couldn’t help but grin guiltily at that, pecking him lightly on
the lips. “Rey told me to grab you and hide out while she and Finn deal with
the bucketheads. So… yeah.”
The smuggler cracked a slight grin at that before he pulled you into a
scorching kiss, tongue nudging between your lips and licking into your mouth.
You immediately melted into his arms, ignoring the cleaning supplies you kicked
out of your way as you considered ways to climb him like a tree in the cramped
closet. He tasted like the goldfruit and kaf that you’d enjoyed for breakfast,
and you couldn’t help but whimper into the kiss when he wrapped his arms around
you and pulled you firmly against him.
You were wondering whether or not you’d be able to wriggle your own
pants off and find some way to fuck him when the door slid open to reveal Rey
and Finn, both of whom had a less than amused look on their faces.
“If you’re quite done?” Rey snorted, “We have a clear shot back to the
ship and I recommend we take it.”
You pulled back, swallowing at the dark promise in Ben’s eyes that
only served to make your stomach tighten in anticipation. “Yeah… yeah, let’s