ignore the cleaning supplies

Major Distraction

Bakushima college AU fic request!

Thanks to @turtleangel94 for requesting this!! I had a lot of fun writing it and I hope you like it!

Sorry it took so long but it turned out a lot longer than expected;)

Word Count: 2277

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Sticky Situation. (NSFW)

A Ben Solo x Reader oneshot

Originally posted by kylolicious

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 hell, depending.

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 him.

“(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 cleaning up.

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 go.”

You definitely needed to get him alone.