im sorry to bother u if u aren’t taking prompts, but if you’re inclined....i saw a post on ur blog and I’d love to read a reylo fic where they’re forced to share a bed (also I looove ur fic thank you for writing!!!!!!)
I am always taking prompts anon, ESPECIALLY when they involve bed sharing!! Hope you don’t mind I made it smutty.
“What do you mean,” Rey grits out, “there aren’t anymore beds on the Falcon?”
Chewie yowls back at her, reminding her that the porgs have done so much damage to the ship (they multiply fast) that it’s a miracle they have any furniture left at all. Only two of the bunks were salvaged, and since Chewie isn’t exactly an accommodating size, Rey and Ben will have to share the other.
“I can nap in the cockpit,” Ben offers, though he doesn’t sound thrilled at the prospect.
“Don’t be stupid–you won’t get a decent sleep in those chairs.”
“We could take turns,” he suggests.
Chewie growls. They could share the bed.
“No,” they both say at once. No way. No.
“We’ll take turns,” Rey decides. “And switch out every couple of hours. I’ll take first shift in the cockpit.”
It’s damn uncomfortable trying to sleep in the cockpit. Rey grew up sleeping sprawled out in an AT-AT, and after that, she always had a bed. She doesn’t know how to sleep in a chair. She tries closing her eyes and nodding off, but it’s impossible to find rest. By the time she goes to trade shifts with Ben, she’s exhausted.
“Switch,” she demands, coming into the bunk.
“It’s my turn for the bed,” she reminds him, giving his shoulders an ungentle shake.
“Get up, I want to sleep.”
“Go sleep in the cockpit, then!”
He pauses to consider it. “No.”
Rey smacks his leg. “Asshole! You agreed to switch!”
“I’m altering the deal,” he mumbles.
“I can, I am, and I will. Now please stop talking.”
Rey smacks and shoves Ben, but he swats her away as easily as he would a bug. “Fine,” she snaps. “I’m getting in bed. Have fun getting kicked in the ribs all night.”
He just shrugs, barely moving as she gets on the bed and wriggles into a semi-comfortable position where she doesn’t have to touch him. Much.
“You’re an asshole,” she reminds him.
When Rey wakes up, she’s warm and comfortable. She shifts to find a softer patch of her pillow and is annoyed to find that it’s all firm. She shifts again and realizes that it’s not her pillow. Her eyes flutter open and she finds herself face-to-chest with Ben. That’s his arm under her head, and his other arm draped over her torso. She would store this away for future blackmail if it isn’t for the fact that she’s thrown her leg over his hips in her sleep.
She starts to pull her leg away, but the movement presses her ever so gently against Ben and
He’s hard. And it’s brushing right up against the spot where her currently spread legs meet. A spot that is warm and, to her horror, wet.
Traitor, she tells herself. She tries again to move, but the motion makes Ben stir, and for some reason his instinct is to wrap his arms tighter around her, drawing her even closer to him. His hardness is pressed up against her now, and she bites back a groan because it actually feels good. After a long moment, the stillness of it pressed against her starts to drive her crazy, and her hips involuntarily rock. She does make a sound at that, her satisfaction outweighing her embarrassment. She rocks her hips again, her breathing coming faster now. Stop, she begs herself, this is wrong, this is so wrong.
She tries again to move away from Ben, but his hips chase after hers and he half-pins her to the bed, his cock rutting against her. Rey should be horrified, but…she’s not. Instead she’s really, truly, ridiculously turned on. She lets him rut and responds in kind, trying not to make too much noise and wake him up.
Except, he does wake up, his eyes snapping open mere inches from hers.
“Ben, I…” She doesn’t know what to say. What can she say?
“I thought it was a dream,” he mumbles, starting to pull away.
“It is,” she says, her leg tugging him back to her. “It’s just a dream.”
He knows it isn’t, but he also knows that she’s granted him permission while also offering him the opportunity to pretend it never happened. His lips descend on hers, kissing her hungrily while he moves fully over her. She adjusts eagerly to the new position, her legs wrapping around his hips to urge him on as they continue rutting against one another. The friction is just right, the feel of his hardness rubbing against her clit, her underwear and sleep pants so damp that she’s hypersensitive to his every movement. She reaches down and grips him, both of them gasping as she takes him in hand. He’s so big. She strokes his length, grinning when he bucks into her hand.
“Rey,” he says in a strained sort of voice. “I’m gonna…”
She snaps her wrist up and down, squeezing his cock until he shudders over her. His thrusts slow and weaken, and then he rolls onto his side, panting.
Rey becomes increasingly aware of the fact that she hasn’t orgasmed yet. Ben does, too, because as soon as she reaches down to alleviate the ache between her legs, he snakes an arm around her and flips her over to her side, her back flush against his chest. Without a word, his hand pushes under her pants and underwear, his long fingers finding her soaking wet sex. She cries out as two fingers curl easily inside her, and in another moment his thumb is circling her clit. His free hand squeezes her breast, still caging her against him. He thrusts his fingers in and out, increasing the speed as she begins to whine. She sobs when he adds a third finger, her hips canting as he fucks her with his hand.
“I want,” she tries to say. “I want…”
“What do you want, Rey?” he murmurs against her neck.
“Come for me,” he urges, kissing her just behind the ear.
Rey does come, muffling her cries in the pillow as the walls of her sex spasm against his fingers.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Fuck, that was…you…”
She tries to say something but nothing coming out of her mouth is intelligible, so she gives up and lies boneless in his arms.
“That was a hell of a dream,” he mumbles.
Rey smiles despite herself. “Think…it could be…a recurring dream?”
His thumb swirls her clit, and he doesn’t miss the way she bites her lip. “Oh, I think so,” he murmurs. “Yes, I think I’ll be having this dream a lot.”
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