Pre-Story Note: Some of these are gonna be really steamy, some aren't. They all take place in the same alternate universe, but they're not in chronological order and the tense will change. There are some lingering connections, but you don't have to read them all in order. If it's a multi-part, I'll state so in the beginning header (like the one below) that gives a small summary and that particular piece's rating.
These pieces are being used as a writer's block cure.
Vignette: Sundays at 3am:
Summary: They fuck like rabbits whenever they get the chance. She's always tired, but she hardly minds.
Rating: Mature. C'mon, look at that summary.
Multi-Part: No
There was something special about how his skin looked in the 3am glow. It wasn't from the nightlight across the room, not from the sex flush still coating his chest, nor the backlight of her phone when she regretting checking the time, blind as a newborn for the next few minutes. No, it was none of those. It was the city that crept in through the cracks in his blinds, inking steadily along the broad plains of his shoulders, catching the ends of his hair when he lay on his stomach, his head turned to her. The colors were always faintly orange with a mix of whites and reds and blues, the din of the city calmed in the dim early morning hours. His apartment was small, not big enough for them both, and it made cozy the space.
"What are you smiling about, sunshine?" His grin was teasing; he knew how much she hated that pet name.
"Thinking about how much shit I'm going to give you in the morning when I've gotten five whole hours of sleep." She hummed to herself, lying on her side with her hands under the pillow. "More than three nights ago, less than I like."
Ben chuckled, searching out her fingers in the mountains of fluff. The man loved duvets and she was easily lost in the swarming sea of blues and whites. She let him have her hand reluctantly, a mock frown carefully in place.
"I think you'll give me maybe one good knock around the ears, no more after how incredible that was." He inched closer to kiss the tip of her nose and her faked frigid exterior melted away. The look in his eyes grew lewd. "Your mouth never ceases to amaze me."
"Aren't you just a chaste little saint?"
"Hey, I'm not the one who begs her boyfriend to let her please him while she's blindfolded down on her knees."
"You weren't being fair, though. What else was I supposed to do?"
"I don't know, enjoy getting eaten out? You were moaning loud enough to wake up my neighbor. I know the woman looks like a sweet old basket of kittens, but she was a tramp in her day and she's never going to let me live your screams down." He kissed her full on the lips, his words filthy but his actions affectionate and somewhat pure.
She knew he loved sex with her—moaned it seven different ways to Sunday a half hour ago—but his wants were deeper in nature, always had been since that first abysmal date. A year later and Rey was very grateful she gave second chances. "And what's wrong with a little teasing every now and again?"
"From you, nothing. From her, a world of embarrassment."
"You just openly talk to your neighbor about our sex life?"
"Hard to avoid the conversations when she says she's unable to sleep with you moaning so loudly each time." His hand trailed down her stomach and dipped under the waistband of the panties she'd somehow managed to find. A whimper was dragged from her throat and she knew he was grinning in the dim light.
"You are no help, Ben Solo."
"I'm a great help, darling. Help to myself, that is, seeing that I am unable to control myself when your voice gets heady."
In that moment, Rey hated him. Hated her stupid, ridiculous, tall as a skyscraper boyfriend who had never, in the year they'd been dating, passed up an opportunity to stick his hand down her pants. He found the correct way to touch her into a symphony with ease and had yet to give up on his dastardly tactics. She loved him, but she hated it.
He nudged her onto her back for a better angle, fingers toying around the edges of her folds. She rolled her eyes, irritated by the slowness. "Are we going to do this again tonight?"
"No, I'm just going to finish what I started since you didn't finish with me."
"How many times do I have to tell you we can call it a night without me coming?"
"It's not fair."
"Yeah, it's not fair, but it feels good anyway so I don't care." She laced her hands into his dark hair, forcing him to keep eye contact. "I'm not easy, it sucks but I've learned to deal with it, and I have to sleep. I've got to be at work on time, not five minutes late looking like I've been dragged through a wet swampy hell."
His grin passed devious and went down the road of straight-up evil. "I'm not preventing you from sleeping."
"Ben."
He pecked a kiss at her jaw before starting a trail down her neck and chest, stopping to kiss each breast. "Just a few minutes, Rey, that's all I ask."
"No, I need to sleep."
She was rewarded with a light nip to her clit over the soft cotton of her panties. "Sorry, I've got other plans."
"So now we've flipped roles and you're begging to please your girlfriend?"
"I don't beg; I take what I want." His eyes held an intimidating possessiveness that always made heat curl down her spine. The sheer power he tended to coax more want out of her than she'd ever admit to him. She liked when he was rough—all teeth and nails and iron grips—but she'd never tell him, it would just encourage him to be gruff in public and that would lead to single-stall bathrooms and the exhilaration of trying not to get caught.
He pulled the fabric of her underwear away and met her with a closed mouth, pressing a kiss to where her hip met her inner thigh. "You're incredibly beautiful, not sure if I've ever told you before."
"Only about twice a day for the past four hundred odd days. You're riddled with lust right now."
"I'm always riddled with lust for you." He drew a sharp breath before drawing his tongue languidly up her entrance, stopping to suck gently on her clit. "Do you want this quick and dirty or agonizingly slow?"
"I want to go to sleep," she whined, already missing his warmth on her skin. Thanks body, great to know you're a traitor too.
Her underwear found the floor for a second time that night. "Good, I like it fast and hard better anyway."
The end was nigh. There was no escaping this man.
She had to bite her hand to stop the low groan that came clawing up her ribs when he slipped two fingers inside, mouth still on her more sensitive spot. His fingers were a little cold and she clenched against the feeling, causing him to chuckle against her. Oh, fuck, that felt fantastic.
His free hand locked around one of her thighs, preventing her from rocking against him. Bastard, fucking evil goddamn son of a—
"You can't be actively trying to ride my face and trying to sleep at the same time. One or the other, sweetheart."
"I hate that fucking name, Jesus fucking—"
"Language, darling. I know you grew up in the woods but these swears, girl. Whatever will I do with that dirty mouth?"
"Probably stick your huge cock in it."
"Again?" He curled his fingers inside her and she yelped, white goodness spiking her senses. "Maybe in the morning."
Dipping back down, he was quick to turn her into jelly. A master with his tongue, he darted quickly then steadily, his pace erratic and frustrating. Shallow lick, deep thrust of fingers, nibble on her clit, quick short pumps with one, two, fuck, three fingers. Was he trying to fill her up or —Christ.
"Are you going to keep swearing until dawn or actually come for me tonight?" he asked after a particularly languid lave.
"I don't know." Her voice was weak and strangled with arousal. "I need you, Ben."
He rolled over her clit with his thumb, rubbing small, slow circles. "Well, here I am."
"No, I need you in me. Please."
"Then we'll be up another hour. Pass me the bullet?"
With a whine, Rey nudged herself onto her elbows and scrambled a shaky hand through his nightstand drawer, pulling out a small silk bag. She tossed it to him before sinking back into the bedding, spine refusing to work properly. He pulled out a small pale green silicone vibrator and she knew from that moment on she was doomed.
A kiss to her clit, he teased the bullet around her thighs first, then her entrance, bringing it to press against her clit. Hard. The pressure of it drove her wild combined with the sensation of his long, dexterous fingers stroking breathy moans inside her. He found a sweet spot and she lost control, her climax deafening and blinding. All senses but touch were lost until the overstimulation kicked in and she was edging on sore, the bullet still pulsing against her.
He smirked at her when she came down, his eyes full of mischievousness. "One day I'm getting a remote bullet for use during dinner parties."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Picture it," he said softly, taking a tissue from the box by the bed before passing her a few. "You in some gorgeous dark ensemble, the very definition of grace." Toy wrapped for cleanup in the morning, her inched back up to her, leaving wet kisses on puckered skin. "All the while trying your best to keep quiet against the vibrator in your hot, tight pussy, never knowing when it'll go off." He bit her neck softly enough that no mark remained, but hard enough that she gasped. "And I'll be across the table from you, grinning like a madman the whole time, knowing how rough you'll take me when we leave."
"Has anyone told you that you're practically Satan, Ben?"
"On numerous occasions, usually in a less entertaining context."
He rolled onto his side, nudging her to fold into him. She obliged with a small smirk and an eye roll; she was not the cuddler of this relationship and she was not the one who went out of the way to spoon whenever they lay beside one another. He'd probably kill her if she admitted to him she thought it was adorable.
"My mother's coming up next weekend."
"Is that why you brought up the remote vibrator?"
"God no, no that will not be tested out around my mom. She'll know somehow, she knows everything somehow."
"It'll be nice to meet her finally."
"She'll love you, I promise."
Rey yawned, drowsiness starting to overtake her body. Sick of their position already, she wriggled around to face him, kissing him softly, the taste of her faint on his lips. He grinned down at her, contentedness calm across his face. His skin mixed beautifully with the orangey hues of the city lights, making brilliant his smile. Oh, yes, she loved this time of night best.