One of my all time favorite Reylos, Scene/Seen by EarthquakeCollector, is being released as a whole book next January! Iâve already preordered, Iâm so psyched!
A mechanic unintentionally wins a contest to co-star alongside her favorite adult film actor, in this spicy debut romance. After a lifetime
Have you ever wondered what would happen if Han said he hadn't had time for anything elseâand she replied that, actually, he had?
W: plotless smut, mdni. â
âŹUltraviolence - Lana del reyâ«
Right now, theyâre in the cockpit mid-flight. Chewbacca is half-buried under a panel, grumbling in Shyriiwook while sparks fly everywhere, something in the ship hiccups violently, the whole cabin lurches, and before she can even process it, she lands squarely in Hanâs lap.
Heâs instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist. Once the turbulence has passed, he keeps holding her, and she frowns.
âLet me go, Solo," But Han doesnât move. If anything, he tightens his gripâcasually, like heâs doing her a favour.
âI said, let go of me, please.â
âOkaaayy, donât get excited," he replies with an exaggerated, wounded frown.
She rolls her eyes, âHan, you holding me isnât enough to get me excited.â
His grin spreads slowly. âSorry, sweetheart, I havenât had time for anything elseâ.Â
He says it with a shrug that tries to look innocent but lands somewhere between smug and shameless. She stares at him, baffled. Heâs already turning to leave the cockpit with that infuriatingly triumphant walk when she fires back.
âYouâve had it...And you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.â
Han stops. Freezes, actually. Then turns his head just enough to give her a smile thatâs far too dangerous to be legal in twelve systems. She's definitely screwed up.
He walks back toward her with deliberate slowness, gaze fixed. She instinctively steps back until her shoulders hit the wall. Han plants a hand on each side of her head, caging her with his body.
âRepeat that,â he murmurs, voice lower than before.
She shakes her head, looking anywhere but at him. Han lifts her chin with two fingers, forcing her eyes to meet his.
âCome on, darling. Youâre always so brave, right? Prove it.â His thumb glides along her jawline.
She sighs and replies. âI said that... Youâve certainly had time.â
Han clicks his tongue, unimpressed. âNo. The other thing.â He shifts closerâclose enough that she feels the warmth of him, close enough that her breath stutters. His knee nudges between her legs just enough to make her gasp. She tries to move, but he does not allow it.
Giving up, she finally replies, âI... I said that you want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid.â
âOh, and you think thatâs true?â
She feels her cheeks burning, and manages a tiny nod.
âYouâre very sure of yourself. Maybe youâre rightâŠâ He leans in, his voice brushing her ear. âDoes that bother you, sweetheart? âCause it sure doesnât bother me.â
His gaze drops to her lips, and for a moment, neither of them breathes. One of his hands slides to the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair. She swallows hard, and finally, he closes the gap between them. At first itâs slow, as if testing the territory, but within seconds the intensity rises, Hanâs desperation is palpable.
She feels his knee press harder and moans into his mouth; he swallows it eagerly. His lips move with confidence and experience; itâs clear from a mile away that Han is an expert in these matters, but damn, theyâd only been kissing for a few seconds, and her legs were already trembling.
Heâs got the confidence of someone whoâs talked his way out of a hundred impossible situations and kissed his way out of a few more.
When he nips her lower lip and pulls back, sheâs breathless. Her lips tingle. He smirks.
âLetâs go somewhere better, yeah?â
The smuggler doesnât give her a second to think. His hands slide under her thighs, lifting her like she weighs nothing, and he keeps kissing her as he strides down the corridor. She barely registers that heâs carrying her to his quarters until she hears the door being kicked shut.
He practically drops her onto the bed.
She takes a few seconds to look at himâdamn, itâs not easy to admit, but heâs truly divine; everything about him is simply sexy. Han shrugs off his jacket and tosses it somewhere in the room; then he climbs onto the bed with that lazy, confident swagger only he could pull off. He swings a leg over and straddles her, settling above her like he owns the place.Â
His hands brace on either side of her, his face dipping toward hers. He kisses along her jaw, slow and deliberate, then he moves to her neck, his lips lingering there, warm and teasing.
And of course Han feels her reaction â of course he does â because his mouth curves against her skin in a barely-there smirk, the kind that says he knew exactly what effect he was having long before she did.
His hands slide to her pants. He works the fabric down, and once theyâre discarded, he rests his head on her thigh, eyes lifting to meet hers.
âJust relaxâ He lowers his head, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses that travel from her inner thigh to her groin. Knowing exactly what heâs doing, he hooks his thumb into the lace and slides her panties to the side, just to see how wet and glistening she already is.
âLet go of me, please, huh? Is that what you meant by that? Getting all wet for me?â he repeats, leaning to plant a few kisses over her clit, her body canât quite decide whether to melt or tense.
He suddenly pushes two fingers into her slit, and before they are even buried fully, sheâs already moaning and whining. He curls them just right, rubbing her g-spot every time.
A few moments later, he pulls away, licking his fingers and finally sliding her panties off her.
His hands wrap around her thighs as he buries his face in her pussy. He makes out with it like a man starved, and the worst part is that he knows exactly what heâs doing at every single moment; he knows where to run his tongue and where to kiss to make her back arch off the bed.
His nose is a constant preassure against the mess of fluids and nerves, her legs try to close around his head by sheer instinct, he shakes his head and murmurs against her.
âKeep those open for me, okay?â
He pats her thigh and gets back to work, but before she can think of finishing, he pulls away again. She complains, feeling empty and unsatisfied, clenching around nothing; feeling stupid.
Hanâs calloused hands lift her shirt.
âHelp me take this off, will you?â
She sits up, and he yanks it over her shoulders in one quick motion. He tosses it aside, sheâs left only in her bra, which Han unhooks with an ease that surprises even her.
"How did you-?"âbut Han cuts her off.Â
Then, she finally speaks between moans.
âJust practice, sweetheartâ, he says, looking at her breasts and slowly running his thumb over her nipple to harden it. He takes the other one into his mouth, biting and playing with it; he alternates between them, making a mess of saliva on her chest. Her hands fly to his hair, grounding herself.
âHan, pleaseâŠâ
He smiles, giving a last kiss to her breast, âSo eager, no need to be impatient, we've got enough timeâ
He pushes himself to his feet, and without breaking eye contact, he starts to undress. He doesnât rush â of course he doesnât â he acts like he has all the time in the galaxy, like making her wait is part of the game. His arms are strong, and his chest is toned, with sun-kissed skin.
By the time heâs left in boxers, sheâs watching impatiently, her eyes drawn to his body, subtly falling into his bulge.
She feels a tight flutter in her lower stomach, a rush of anticipation she canât hideâeven thinking about whatâs coming makes her fingers dig into the sheets. Han may do this thousands of times with thousands of different girls, as his reputation suggests, but itâs not every day she gets a good fuckânot while working tirelessly for the Rebellion, and certainly not with Han Solo.
He interrupts her thoughts. âCome on, don't get shy on me now" his voice low and annoyingly confident, but sheâs so flustered. He takes her hand in his, guiding it to his crotch. He sighs with pleasure when he feels her palm on him, shyly touching.
She doesnât have much technique, but tries to guide herself based on Hanâs reactions. Her hand slides along the waistband of his boxers and she starts caressing him, from base to tip.
"Shit...just like that, you're doing great baby"
Hanâs hand comes to rest on her head almost unconsciously, his fingers threading through her hair in a slow, absentminded stroke, trying to keep it together.
She tugs at the waistband of his underwear, a little unsure, and he huffs out a low laugh before helping her along. In one quick motion, he shucks them off, leaving him completely bare. She looks at his erection, thick, and has to admit itâs better than sheâd imagined. Not that a cock could ever be beautiful, but sheâd swear this one was.
Their lips meet again, warm and insistent. She sinks back into the bed as Han moves with her, bracing his weight carefully so he doesnât crush her. His hand trails down her side, then slips beneath her knee, lifting her leg onto his shoulder.
The adjustment brings them closer, chest to chest, breath mingling. Han pauses, studying her face like heâs committing every expression to memory. He pauses for a moment to look at her, really look at her.
âTake a deep breathâŠâ With that last words, he aligns himself with her entrance and slides into her, inch by inch, letting out a few growls.
âFuck⊠youâre so tight and warm, did you know that?â
He starts to move inside her, slow and deliberate, drawing it out just to watch her squirm. He pulls almost all the way out, leaving just the tip inside and then thrusts back in forcefully, his cock nudging her cervix, making her eyes roll back.
After a few thrusts, he snaps, losing every sense of gentleness and slowness he had just seconds ago. He fucks her like he means it, face buried on her neck, sucking on the skin, leaving marks that she will probably regret tomorrow.
Her hands run along his back, gripping.
âCome on, baby...kriffing hell, donât you feel soo goodâŠâ
"Han..."
She feels that familiar pressure in her lower belly once again and knows her climax is near. Each thrust makes her gasp, each stroke fills her and hits those spots that have her seeing stars.
The room is filled with moans, sounds of slapping and nonsense murmurs.Â
âHan⊠Iâm gonnaâŠIâm-â When the pleasure overwhelms her, and she canât hold it anymore, she comes all around him, nails digging hard and leaving marks all over his back.Â
Sheâs exhausted, spent, but he keeps thrusting a few more times, seeking his own release, his lips sucking and biting onto her collarbone as he comes, spilling his seed inside her.
He collapses on top of her, both of them still catching their breath, and he lets out a low, satisfied huff, smirking down at her with that half-grin.
After a few seconds, he speaks, âNot bad, huh, kid?â
He shifts off her with a grunt. If it were up to him, heâd stay there all night, but he was hella sure that wasnât her thing. He rolls onto his side and drapes an arm over his eyes in mock exhaustion.Â
âWorth it?â he mutters from under his arm, voice rough but teasing.
She can only shiver in response, whole body trembling. Her mind drifts somewhere else entirelyâa kind of magical cloud city where nothing exists but this moment, nothing outside of him and his stupid presence.
He peeks at her from beneath his arm. âThatâs what I thought.â
This couldâve been the end of it; they couldâve gotten dressed, said nothing, and acted like it never happened. But he doesnât do it. Instead, he pulls the thin sheet over them both, turns off the lights, and flops back down, staring at the ceiling in comfortable silence.Â
She feels manhandled, her ego long dead.
Drawn to his warmth, she shifts closer and buries her head against his side, nuzzling him. Even Han canât hide itâhis chest tightens, heart skipping a beat, and his arm snakes around her shoulders, fingers brushing her back in a rough but caring caress.
âGood night, sweetheart,â he mutters, âGet some restâyouâve earned it.â
âGood nightâŠâ she whispers, voice shaky, barely audible.
It doesnât take long before both of them drift off, the only sounds the steady hum of the engines and the ship slicing silently through space.
Tonight wasnât bad at all. Far from it. And if either of them were honest, theyâd know this wasnât the last time. Not by a long shot. It was just the beginningâand Han, as usual, was already thinking ahead.
What happened between Han and Leia since ANH and ESB for him to get so hurt when sheâs like, thatâs right, and then yell at her that she wants him to stay bc of the way she feels about him? What moments transpired between them to give him that idea?
I personally think that Between ANH and ESB Han and Leia grow close while working together for the Rebellion (It's over three years). I'm sure they go on missions, save each other, argue constantly, but trust each other deeply, and show clear signs of mutual jealousy and attraction (Han's been flirting with Leia since the beginning). Leia relies on Han more than anyone else but refuses to admit her feelings, while Hanâwho stayed with the Rebellion largely because of herâcan see right through her "denial".
By the time of ESB, theyâve been in a slow-burn, unspoken relationship. So when Leia pretends she doesnât care and tells him to leave, Han feels hurt and frustrated because her actions over the years have shown the opposite. Thatâs why he insists she wants him to stay because of the way she feels about him: heâs reacting to years of mixed signals. Poor Han is confused and Leia is probably just mad at him because he wants to leave, she kisses Luke out of impulsiviness, trying to convince herself and prove Han wrong.
Them ending up being together is the cutest thing ever.âĄ
