A/N: This will most likely be a collection of one-shots from my twisted brain (and yours if you have any prompts). If I like the idea it may become a two or three-shot but who knows?
Enjoy the absolute shameless book porn that ensues!
Rey wasn't one who often indulged in self-pleasure.
The constant state of emergency that The Resistance endured, whilst thrilling, was exhausting. Private moments were hard to come by and even if she did somehow manage to get five minutes alone she was almost always interrupted by someone asking her to 'fix this' or 'levitate that'. There was a rare moment of peace after they'd found an old Rebel base that was in fairly good condition. The few Rebels left were no longer inhabitants of the Falcon and that meant Rey could board whenever she sought out the oddly comforting bond she shared with the new Supreme Leader of The First Order.
The two had conversations regarding various subjects, all of which were pointless. Each day they would try and coax one another to their side of the war but both knew any efforts were fruitless so they continued to comfort one another with mindless chatter.
Rey hadn't intended to open her end of their bond. She had felt the odd pressure in her lower region for a while, however, that day it was particularly present. She had been so busy repairing old fighters and hadn't found a moment to... take care of herself, if you will. So, when she slipped away to board the Falcon all she wanted was to relieve the tension that had been building for months. Her subject on Jakku had always been a particularly handsome junker that would spend months away from the planet but he always came back with bundles of goods to trade for his rations.
She had tried thinking of him but every feature seemed... wrong. His hair wasn't dark enough, his nose wasn't big enough, his shoulders weren't broad enough. Before she knew it she found herself fantasising about Ben. As her hand dipped below her waistband she imagined it was his. She was already dampened below but the thought of his hands on her, his lips kissing her, his hips between her thighs. It was more than enough to get her soaking.
Her middle and index fingers slid inside herself with ease given her wetness and the heel of her palm rubbed her clit as she pumped them in and out slowly. She probably should have been rushing, given the possibility of someone walking in at any moment. The Falcon, unfortunately, had no central locking system for the doors. Her fingers sped up with the thought that Kylo would most likely have been rougher with her. It made her back arch and her teeth latch on to her lower lip for fear that she might cry out and attract attention to the 'empty' Falcon.
Suddenly, the silence crashed over her like a wave and she knew exactly what that meant. Her eyes shot open and she looked beside her, finding Ben lying there with an almost identical look of shock and embarrassment on his face. His chest was bare and she couldn't stop her eyes from wandering. Looking lower, his hand was wrapped around his shaft and considering how big his hands were, the fact that his member looked big in his own hand was astounding. Her mouth slackened as she looked up at his face once again. His cheeks were flushed and his chest rose and fell faster than she'd seen. She could honestly say that she had never been more turned on in her life.
It had been a long, long day. Kylo Ren had dealt with nothing but the annoyance of General Hux incessantly trying to speak with him regarding our attack plan for the Rebels. Kylo's answer each and every time was the same as always.
"At least give the Rebels a chance at a fair fight." He had trained particularly hard, for almost three hours he slashed at holographic enemies and pushed himself to his limit. All he wanted was to relieve some of the tension that had built up over the months.
Snoke had always told him that yielding to pleasuring yourself was to be counted as a loss.
Well, Snoke was dead.
Once he returned to his quarters he stripped of his clothes and headed straight for the refresher. He set the water temperature to as hot as his skin could handle and he washed slowly, letting the soap roll off of his body rather than the rushed showers he had to take before he showed his face in the morning. He was already semi-hard before he stepped into the shower. When he stepped out he was rock solid.
He made himself comfortable on his bed and let his mind wander. The first person that popped into his head was none other than the scavenger girl. Laid out before him, stripped naked, his force powers pinning her to the sheets below whilst he tortured her with pleasure. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and started slow, allowing himself to get used to the sensation before he took things to the next level.
He pictured her, on her hands and knees, taking a pounding from behind, his hand grabbing on to a fistful of her hair whilst she moaned his name.
He pictured her on her knees in front of him, worshipping his cock with her mouth.
He slowed down his movements, pulling himself away from the edge. He wanted it to last longer. It was the only time he would allow himself to indulge in such fantasies, purely for the reasoning that she would most certainly feel nothing but disgust at the way he was thinking of her. He was ready to start pumping his shaft harder and faster, to bring himself to the edge when that silence fell over him once again. At what might have been the worst possible moment. He stopped breathing for a moment, scared to look beside him and see the shame and revulsion in her eyes. She'd never open her side of the bond again and he would once again be alone.
He bit his tongue and turned his head to face her. He only saw the same look of shock reflected back at him. He was shocked even more so when her eyes trained lower, past his chest, resting upon where his hand was wrapped around himself with intent to please. And he saw a hunger in her eyes that was returned when he saw her own hand tucked away inside her pants. Her hand began moving again, slowly, and he followed.
"Not going to ask me for a cowl again?" He found himself saying before his brain could stop the witty remark.
He saw a smile grace her lips before she sat up, removing the hand from her pants and lifting her shirt off, discarding it beside her. The pants followed and she gave a smile that could only be described as brazen.
"Now we match." He sat up, facing her so that the two were opposite one another. She rested back on her left hand, her right coming down between her legs. He couldn't help but note that she was surprisingly well-groomed given the current state of her living situation within the rebellion. His own hand had never left his shaft. At this point, he couldn't let go, not until he'd found release.
Her eyes focused downward on his hand pumping his shaft as she inserted her own fingers inside herself once again and this time with the object of her fantasies in front of her, it almost felt like the pleasure was heightened and it was the same for him.
Both sets of eyes flitted between watching the other pleasure themselves and keeping eye contact and both were just about ready to explode. Rey couldn't hold back anymore. It was too much, watching him lose himself in the pleasure and feeling it herself. Her orgasm exploded throughout her, white-hot flashes behind her eyes as her hips bucked against her hand.
Ben followed suit, his hand slowing as his climax erupted over his stomach, his face flushing adorably and his face contorting in pleasure as harsh grunts expelled from between his gritted teeth.
Their surroundings returned and both relaxed back, sated and spent.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed! If you have any prompts that you want to be turned into a one-shot just let me know. I'm certain that there's almost nothing I won't write about so get as weird with it as you like!