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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars Sequel Trilogy, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Rey/Ben Solo | Kylo Ren
Characters: Rey (Star Wars), Ben Solo | Kylo Ren
Additional Tags: Force Bond Shenanigans (Star Wars), Inappropriate use of the Force (Star Wars), short and wet, Masturbation, Short One Shot, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Watersports
Series: Part 15 of Reylo Sexy One-Shots
Summary:
Rey takes a well deserved shower. What could possibly go wrong?
(Hint: things go right)
it’s a short piece. Why don’t I share it here?
Rey’s pleasures were simple. Lightly sweetened tea. That fragrant, spicy fish soup they offered at the Resistance mess hall. Sleeping in a warm bunk.
And showering. With soap. And water. Fresh, warm, running water.
Rey was enjoying a shower when the sound went out in her ears, but she thought maybe it was just that she had gotten water in them while wetting her hair.
She squeezed shampoo into her hand, spread it between them and brought her hands to her head to massage her now luxurious hair. Only a few months with the Resistance, good food, plenty of water, some luxuries like washing almost every day, and she was learning to relax. It wasn’t that there was no stress — the war was still ongoing — but at least she was fed, and she had company, and a future freed from regret, now that she knew the truth.
I’m no one, she thought, but not to Leia’s son, the Supreme Leader of the First Order.
She had to stop thinking about him. Had to stop wondering if accepting his plea could have stopped the war.
All I had to do was ask — insist, as a condition — and he would have stopped it, I’m sure. But he was so terrifying!
She grunted in frustration. Speculation was moot. She had to think of tomorrow’s planning while she washed the grime and sweat from her hair and body. She was useful to the Resistance as a mechanic. This was her job. She trained daily from the Jedi texts and notes, that was her future. Only she could defeat Kylo Ren.
She ran her hands through her now mid-back length hair, relaxing now her braids were undone. The soapy foam smelled of citrus, the suds sliding down her body, caressing. As she massaged her skull she felt… something… join her.
Gently fingering her curls, reaching to her scalp, rubbing. Soothing.
She opened her eyes, afraid of seeing him there, but she was alone. The Bond had barely connected them since Crait. Only flashes, that both had learned to shut down, finally controlling it. But this time, something about his touch made it tempting to let it carry on; so she let it happen.
The massage to her scalp made her sigh, and she let her head fall back to enjoy it. Rubbing in deep circles, forehead to temples, apex, down the back of her head and now she nodded forward. The touch tracked delicately down her neck to her shoulders, rubbing some of the day’s effort out, gently but firmly, tracing her shoulder blades, with… feelings? Yes, the dexterous massage was also a caress.
There was no threat in this moment. She gathered her hair and pulled it forward, out of the hands’ way, exposing the rest of her back.
She felt more than heard some admiration for her muscular form, and the way better care was softening her figure.
The invisible hands — she could imagine them — moved down her back, gliding smoothly aided by new lather, unwinding the great muscles that held her up. Strong thumbs followed her spine, reached the dip over her hips, over her buttocks, and pressed circles into them. Pain flashed briefly, replaced by her whole lower half suddenly feeling more supple. Rey started to sway, and put her hands up on the wall before her to stay herself.
She thought she heard a sigh behind her, was tempted to turn around, to reach behind her, but this surrender was… like a gift between them. She was giving him some access to herself, letting him know her. She thought she could shut him out if needed, now that she knew the trick of it. In return, he was caressing her, something no one else could do. Just him.
Hands moved up to her shoulders again, kneading her more forcefully, as if trying to map out her skeleton and every muscle attached to it, her arms, her pits, and then…
And then, from her mid-back they slid forward, over her flanks, cautiously. Rey held her breath. Until the hands cupped her breasts. She remained mostly still, but tilted her head to the side, and closed her eyes as she exhaled.
Fingers found her nipples, rubbed against them, and they hardened under the stimulation. She was glad the door locked, for she suddenly realized where she wanted these caresses to take her.
And they did. The right hand slid down, over her belly, dipping a thumb into her navel, and travelled down to her mons, petting the hair there, before reaching beneath her, to find her folds.
Rey gasped softly. The hands retreated.
“Oh,” she whispered, disappointed
After a moment, the hands came back on her flanks, fresh lather to ease the friction between them, though she could feel her own slick starting within her, pooling. She thought she could hear breathing behind her, thought she could feel it on her back. Wondered if he was getting soaked in his clothes, standing in his quarters on his ship, or if he was just as naked as she was. Her breath quickened at the thought.
How far should she let things go?
This time, the hands reached both before and behind her, more boldly, sliding down to her buttocks, lifting and caressing each in appreciation, then spreading them to reach the ring of muscles between them. Rey tensed, and the fingers merely circled the entrance, washing it, as it was. In front, the fingers reached between her folds and rubbed at them, finally finding her inner circle. There they stopped, surprised at her own production of lubrication. A soft grunt.
Rey opened her eyes and looked down. There was nothing there, nothing visible. Nothing she could grab… but she could push against this presence, and so she dropped herself lower, into strong, long-fingered hands, and spread her thighs just so the message was clear: please me. Pleasure me.
So they did. The exploration continued, finding and rubbing each fold in front, rubbing against her in behind, making the tight muscle relax in a surprising way. The front hand found and grasped her clit — it was swollen now — circled it carefully, then pressed down over it, sliding fingers back over her folds, cupping her cunt, only one finger slipped between them, but not quite where she wanted it. Both hands reached each other, and Rey bent her knees to try to sit in that seat they made. They wiggled, they teased her. She grunted.
“Please,” she finally whispered.
Slick with soap and desire, a strong digit finally pushed into her cunt, breaching her, and Rey gasped with unknown pleasure.
“More,” she whispered.
A second digit obliged, pushing and stretching her walls. Rey ground against them, against the hand, and it squeezed her insides, strong thumb on the outside holding her in a vise.
Rey ground against the hands that held her.
Fingers moved within her, now thrusting in and out. Slowly, deliberately, while her hips gyrated to follow the motion and push back against it. She was panting softly now, feeling a ghost of a breath on her shoulder… then a kiss, then a suck.
“More,” she moaned.
A third finger moved in, stretching her, and Rey started thinking — desiring — cock. Was he naked beside her, his cock erect? Suddenly, she reached around herself, feeling in the air to find him… but there was nothing, the Bond deceived her. She made a small sound of disappointment, and the touch stopped.
“Don’t stop!” she said.
So the intrusion continued, in and out, the other hand rubbing against her ass hole until she decided to relax it just a little more, and one finger slipped in, expertly finding and bypassing each ring of resistance.
The sensation multiplied her pleasure by an order of magnitude. Now Rey braced herself against the wall, dizzy with mounting pleasure, as fingers rammed her cunt and now her ass, reaching far inside, or dipping out to frot her clit, alternating between motions depending on her noises and the angle of her hips. The sucking on her shoulder resumed, and she knew she would bear a mark. His mark: Kylo Ren’s.
She thought he would fuck her, good and hard. Thought he should. But he didn’t. He merely moved a hand up to catch a breast again, pinching a nipple, and continued fingering her, her cunt making obscene noises while she herself sighed and moaned, and felt and heard his sucking on her shoulder, a different spot, closer to her throat, the sound of it making promises in her ear.
She was blind. The beige tile before her disappeared. The universe had shrunk to be nothing more than those fingers pumping into her cunt and the slurping and sucking sensation on her throat.
And finally, everything came together, and Rey climaxed.
It was glorious, held up by those strong hands, that slowed their motion to clamp down on her, trapping her in a vise of pleasure, inside fingers adjusting and pushing against a spot that caused her to almost fold on herself. She felt herself throb on those fingers, squeezing with a force she didn’t know she had, until they exited and then quickly rubbed at her clit, stimulating some new response. She felt an abundant flow of juices squirt from her, heard a pleased gasp behind her. Saliva flowed over her shoulder in response.
And then he was gone.
Rey quickly caught herself against the wall, swaying on shaky legs. After a moment, the shower walls appeared again, the water now cold, and she rinsed off the last of the soap with the juices of the immense pleasure Kylo Ren had given her.
In the mirror, she saw her flushed skin, and the unmistakable suck marks on her shoulder and neck. She caressed them.
But she would have to cover them with her scarf.
For now.
The End?
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