starwarskinkmeme | Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

Star Wars Kink Meme Round #1

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YKINMKATO (Your kink is not my kink, and that's okay.) No kinkshaming or wank/flames/y'know generally being a dick.
All Star Wars films and related media are welcome. You can go as obscure as you want.
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Han always flirted with Luke, but Luke assumed he was teasing/kidding, and so would just laugh it off.

One day, Han offers Luke sex (as he sometimes does) and Luke is so lonely or sad or whatever he just says yes, and Han proceeds to MAKE LOVE to him with this passionate intensity, and afterwards they're both just lying there in shock.

Feelings happen. Maybe some Han angst because he always adored Luke but the kid didn't seem to see him that way.

Nnnngh, need. If I could write porn I'd write this in a second....! >.

Aghh this is amazing

I would so read this!(this meme made me ship skysolo hard)

Cute, cute, cute!

[This story is set just after the events of ANH. Three years pass before the start of ESB, so I imagine at some point Han would've tried to go pay off his debts and re-iterated his offer to Luke to join him and Chewie on the Falcon, and Luke, needing a bit of a break after the Death Star trauma, would have gone with them, just for a couple of months or so. Leia, of course, would have stayed back to lead the Rebel forces.]

Luke Skywalker isn’t sure what to make of Han Solo.

He’s handsome, cocky, imperturbable. He seems to know every dodgy character in the galaxy. He’s popular with most men and women.

And he’s always flirting with Luke.

He and Han are doing repairs on the Falcon's engine when there’s a bout of unexpected turbulence, Luke, who had been standing on tiptoe to screw in a panel, stumbles against Han, who manages to catch him and put him back on his feet before he brings them both crashing to the floor.

‘Geez, kid, you can just tell me if you want to touch me,’ he says, grinning, making Luke scowl.

When they’re fleeing from a bunch of angry Yanskacs on some weird reddish-purple planet, Han manages to drop one of the mysterious, tiny black stones he’s collected from their nest, which he says will bring in shiploads on the black market.

Han's scrabbling around on the ground for the box while the Yanskacs advance towards him, barbed tails held aloft.

‘Han, get your ass back in the ship!’ Luke yells, and when they’re back on the ship Han stands very close to him, so Chewie can’t hear, and says,

‘So you think my ass is the most important part of me? I’m wounded, Luke.’

One morning, when Luke stumbles out of bed and trudges bleary-eyed to the shower, pulling off his top as he goes, he’s confronted by Han coming out of the shower in just a towel, looking him up and down.

‘Sorry, kid, I make it a rule not to have sex before breakfast.’

Luke groans loudly.

‘I know, I know, it’s hard waiting,’ says Han with a shit-eating grin, ‘but I need energy before I do stuff like that, if you know what I mean.’

Luke rolls his eyes and stalks off.

*

Another thing Han does sometimes, usually when he’s drunk, is jokingly offer Luke sex.

They’re always the last to stay up, by several hours. Wookiees seem to sleep about fifteen hours a day.

So he and Han will sit around playing card games and talking, and sometimes drinking, and sometimes playing drinking card games.

And after a few drinks, sometimes Han will get a shit-eating grin, and say something like:

‘So, my room or yours?’
Or, ‘All right, now the fun can really start.’
Or, ‘I know you want me in your bed, you just can’t admit it to yourself.’

And every time, Luke gets up and stalks to his room, annoyed, to calls of, ‘Oh, your room then? Meet you there,’ or, ‘I know it’s frustrating, being so attracted to me.’

The thing is, he is attracted to Han. And he can tell that, despite the joking tone, Han would sleep with him if Luke offered.

But he knows Han Solo's type. He’s encountered enough of them back on Tatooine. The sort that only wants one thing, and then will toss people aside like trash the second they get it.

It had happened to him for the first time when he was fifteen. Then he was stupid enough to keep falling for it.

He’s not going to let it happen again. He knows now that sex is meaningless for most people, so he’d better toughen up, or avoid it altogether. In Han Solo's case, he's sticking with the second option.

Luke's been having these dreams.

Obi-Wan is always in them, talking to him, telling him terrible things about the Dark Side. Telling Luke that he is the universe’s only hope to save the universe from the Empire. Telling him that soon he will become the last of the Jedi, and will have to battle Darth Vader and the Sith Lord utterly alone.

I can’t, he always tries to shout at him, but his voice doesn’t work. He wakes up sweaty, feeling smaller and more terrified than he ever has.

He wants to run away, turn and hide somehow, and maybe that’s why he accepted Han’s offer to join him for a while.
But he can’t. The dreams are inside him. He can't escape.

He wants to bury his head in someone’s chest, to be wrapped in strong arms, to feel safe just for a few seconds.

*

He’s standing alone, staring out at the night sky, when he hears a noise behind him.

It’s Han, strutting up to him. Luke turns back to stare at the stars. He really isn’t in the mood for any jokes tonight.

‘Hey, junior,’ Han says.

‘Hey,’ says Luke distantly.

Han’s cocky demeanour slips a little. ‘You all right?’

Sometimes Han does this, and it’s confusing; goes all soft, gentle, caring, like his sharp edges have been worn away.

‘I’ve been better.’

‘You wanna tell me about it?’

He sighs, shaking his head.

‘I don’t know. You’ll say I’m ridiculous.’

‘Try me.’

Luke hesitates. ‘I’ve been having… these dreams,’ he says finally.

Han only nods, waiting.

‘Nightmares, really.’

‘What are they about?’

‘Darth Vader. The Emperor.’ He lowers his eyes, unable to tell him more.

‘The power and evil of the Empire is terrifying,’ says Han softly, hand squeezing his shoulder. ‘It’s okay to be frightened.’

‘Are you?’

‘Yeah, sometimes I’m very frightened.’

‘I don’t believe you.’ Han doesn't seem like he's scared of anything.

Han looks faintly amused at that, still stroking Luke’s shoulder.

Then Luke’s face crumples, and he finds himself fighting back tears. Don’t cry in front of Han, he thinks. Don’t.

‘Oh, babe,’ says Han, pulling him into a rough hug. ‘Hey, it’s all right.’ Luke sniffs and pulls himself together.

‘I’m fine,’ he says, pushing Han off and stalking to the window. In the reflection he sees Han turning away, and suddenly feels that if he’s alone tonight, he won’t be able to cope.

But Han doesn’t even seem remotely flirty tonight. Why, the one night when he thinks he might want it, isn’t Han offering him sex?

But Han hasn’t left yet, is waiting at the door for some reason. Luke looks at him, his broad shoulders, strong arms, and feels a combination of strong irritation and gentle wanting. The desire to be enfolded. Just for one night, to forget everything else.

‘Han?’ says Luke.

Han turns around, and Luke walks towards him uncertainly. Once he’s very close, he stops, staring into the hazel eyes, which look simply bewildered.

And then Luke does something that even surprises him.

He kisses Han. Han is still for several seconds. Then, grabbing Luke’s waist, he responds enthusiastically.

‘Will you take me to bed?’ Luke asks him, and Han almost seems to freeze, staring back at him.

Almost as if all his incessant teasing and innuendo has been for show. If that’s all it was, Luke doesn’t know what he’ll do.

But then: ‘Yes,’ Han says, finally. ‘Yes.’

!!! Not OP, but I love this so far!

Love it!!

Thank you both! <3

He gasps as Han kisses his neck. He knows this is a bad idea. A terrible idea. But he doesn't care.

Han’s kissing dirtily, sloppily, down his neck. It feels incredible. Luke moans softly, and Han quickly begins to fiddle with the belt of Luke’s tunic with one hand, pushing one shoulder down with the other and biting the skin of his shoulder lightly.

‘I want you so bad,’ Luke says as the tunic falls away. Han begins sucking at one of Luke’s nipples. He seems frantic, almost on edge.

‘Jesus,’ says Luke, hands threading through Han’s hair. ‘Hurry up, hurry up, come on, fuck me, you asshole, I want you to fuck me.’

Han stops for some reason at that, frustratingly.

‘Come on,’ Luke whines, and begins to kiss him again, scrabbling at the buttons on his shirt. Han laughs and gently takes his hands away, undoes his own shirt quickly and efficiently.

Once Luke is totally naked, Han, still in pants, pauses and stares at him for a weirdly long time.

‘What?’ says Luke irritably. Han’s definitely out of character tonight.

‘You’re beautiful,’ says Han simply.

Luke feels awkward and gawky then, and stares at his feet. ‘Thanks,’ he mutters resentfully.

Han moves closer to him, very slowly, and kisses him very gently and passionately. Then he begins planting small kisses all over his neck, chest, stomach, then, seeming to deliberately avoid the one part of him that is obviously desperate for attention, begins softly kissing his thighs.

‘Ha-aan,’ Luke whines, ‘stop teasing.’

Han looks up at him then, hair falling in his eyes.

‘If you want,’ he says, and gently takes him into his mouth.

Luke gasps. No one’s ever done this to him before, no one’s ever given him more than a hasty hand-job, at best. He’s usually the one pushed to his knees. Maybe it’s some weird Corellian tradition.

‘Is that good?’ Han asks, pulling off him.

‘Yes,’ Luke murmurs, ‘don’t stop,’ and Han smiles and continues, bringing a hand up to help. His mouth is hot and wet and with Han's hand creates a tight band of pleasure. He seems to know exactly how to please Luke, because the stroking and sucking becomes faster and harder as Luke’s gasps get shallower and shallower, until –

‘Stop,’ he gasps, and Han stops.

‘You don't want to come yet?’

‘No,’ Luke says, ‘I want you…’ He can’t bring himself to say it.

‘Yeah?'

‘I want you to fuck me,’ says Luke finally. ‘Please, Han.’

Han stands up and inexplicably pulls him into a hug, kissing his neck slowly.

‘Have you done this before?’ Han says quietly.

Luke rolls his eyes. ‘I’m twenty.’

‘Practically an old man, aren’t you,’ says Han, chuckling softly.

He pulls back to look at him, grinning. He looks kinda beautiful, dark hazel eyes crinkling. Then he slowly pushes Luke back onto the bed.

He goes to open a drawer, and comes back with a small tube of something. He squeezes something out and slicks up his fingers.

‘What’s that?’ says Luke, confused.

Han’s face contorts.

‘You never used lube during anal?’ he says abruptly.

‘No,’ says Luke defensively. ‘But I mean… I’d usually suck them off a bit first, so they’d be… it was fine.’

Han stops and stares into space again, which is maybe another weird sex move of his. If it’s meant to drive Luke crazy, it’s working.

‘Come on,’ he moans, tilting his hips up. So Han slowly slides a slick finger into him, watching his face intently. Luke groans. ‘That ok?’

‘Mhm,’ says Luke, (in fact it feels dreamily smooth) ‘come on,’ and Harrison slides his other hand, also wet with lube, up and down his cock for a while, making him whine softly. Then he slips in a second finger, curling them and seeming to search for something, until –

‘Oh!' It’s like stars exploding, it’s incredible. He doesn’t ask out loud why it feels like that because he doesn’t want to seem any more naive than Han obviously already thinks he is.

His fingers press at the wonderful spot again. Luke writhes and moans. He’s so close – Han’s stroking at him while his fingers are curling hard inside him and Luke’s melting, coming apart, he won’t last two seconds longer –

‘Han,’ he rasps, ‘stop. Stop.’

Han releases his cock. ‘Fuck me now,’ Luke begs.

‘Not yet,’ says Han stubbornly. ‘One more finger first.’

‘S'like fucking a Security Inspector.'

Han rolls his eyes, grinning. ‘Cocky,’ he says, sliding in the third finger. It hurts a little more than he’d expected.

And Han's watching him carefully. ‘Too soon, wasn’t it?’

Luke’s suddenly sick of all of this. All this careful, protective, cotton-wool shit. He doesn’t know what game Han Solo is playing, but one thing he’s sure about is that all this tenderness won’t last.

He doesn’t want gentle and slow. He wants a rough fuck that’s quick and dirty and gets the job done.

‘Won’t you man up and fuck me,’ he says nastily. ‘Are you scared or something?’

He almost points out that Han certainly looks scared because he's quite clearly shaking. But he stops himself.

Han closes his eyes for a second.

‘All right,’ he says, and slides his fingers out of him. But he’s still frustratingly gentle, kissing Luke’s neck in a place that makes him squirm with pleasure, touching Luke softly until he can hardly bear it, he’s a quivering mess, begging for Han’s cock, begging just to be filled.

And then Han’s gently lifting his hips up and pushing slowly into him. Luke gasps.

‘Faster,’ he says, but Han, frustratingly, ignores him at first. He thrusts, very slowly, watching Luke’s responses intently.

‘Come on, come on,’ he pleads, and finally Han begins to speed up. Luke lasts almost no time at all, coming all over Han's stomach and his own, and at the sight and sound of his orgasm Han makes a guttural noise and begins fucking him faster, harder, and Luke cries out, encouraging him, and then Han comes inside him with a low moan.

Luke smiles. Han collapses on top of him and kisses his head softly. They’re silent for a long while, Han still inside him. Then pulls out and kisses Luke, pulling him into a strong, steady embrace.

‘Was that ok?’ Han asks.

‘Um,’ says Luke, half-laughing. That sex blew all the other sex he’d ever had out of the galaxy. That was… it must’ve been over an hour of pure pleasure. He felt deliriously happy. ‘I guess it was pretty good.’

‘You guess,’ says Han, smiling against his lips. ‘I could tell you enjoyed it. From some of the noises you were making. Good thing we’re so far away from Chewie’s room, huh?’

‘Don’t get a big head,’ Luke says. Han laughs.

‘This doesn’t mean anything, you know,’ Luke adds, just before he falls asleep. He needs to say it first, needs to be the one to push him away.

‘It doesn’t?’

‘No, of course not,’ Luke says. ‘Sex isn’t a big deal.’

‘Of course not,’ Han echoes softly, arms loosing their hold of Luke’s chest just a little.

And Luke, exhausted, slips into unconsciousness.

Oh dear, poor Luke. But poor HAN :(

I'm sorry, I made them suffer a lot! It gets better I promise <3

omfg im dying. I love this so much <3333

Thank you :) <333

In the morning, Luke wakes and Han is gone. He’s alone in the cold bed.

Which is fine. It’s what he expected.

He showers and goes to join him and Chewie in the cockpit. Han glances over at him, then back straight ahead.

Chewie goes to take a morning nap (he only got twelve hours of sleep last night) so Luke takes his place at the controls. Han turns to Luke and says quietly,

‘Are you all right?’

‘Fine.'

‘Are you sure?’

‘Leave it, Han, would you?’ he says, the words coming out more brittle and harsh than he had expected.

Han’s face goes blank, and he stares straight ahead at the stars.

He can’t stop replaying the events from last night over in his head, his kisses and touches clinging to his skin despite the long shower where he’d scrubbed and scrubbed to remove the memories.

He’s never asked for this. Never asked for Han to be so tender, so caring. He’s so
angry with him he can barely think or concentrate on flying. He keeps making mistakes, making Han look at him askance.

They reach the next delivery point for some of Han's goods, a tiny, pale little planet orbiting a large sun. They land on what appears to be a never-ending expanse of white. When they exit the ship, Luke sees the earth is made of some hard, impossibly glossy substance that is incredible difficult to walk on.

'Here,' says Han, tossing him a spray can. 'Spray that on your boots for friction.'

Even with the friction spray it's slow going. Finally Han says, 'There.' It’s hard to see at first against the white expanses, but Luke can make out a vast white palace rising out of a town of equally sun-bleached buildings. The palace is smooth rounded forms, no hard or straight edges.

They enter the palace, escorted by strange, hovering blue guards that seem to be made of a kind of transparent jelly.

There’s a party going on, with a mixture of species both fmailiar and strange to luke. They all in extremely stiff, glamorous attire. Everyone who has necks has enormous collars, and many are adorned with strings of sparkling red and green jewels.

Han is spotted and approached by tiny little man wearing a crown of green jewels. He is strangely flat, like a fish, with one eye on either side of his head. The man leads Han into another room for a while, shooing Luke away. Luke feels an inexplicable twinge of anxiety.

A couple of palace guests, one human and one a purple being with long, pointed, soft horns covering their head, neck and shoulders, sidle up to either side of him.

‘Not interested, thanks,’ says Luke, pulling away tersely.

A few minutes later, Han emerges from the room grinning, and stoops to shake the tiny man’s hand before strolling over to Luke.

‘Went off without a hitch,’ Han mutters in his ear. ‘Even more lucrative than I expected.’

‘Let’s go, then,’ says Luke, not enjoying the stares of his two acquaintances, who have moved a little way off and been joined by three more guests. They’re looking Han up and down, too. Han glances back at them.

‘Hm. Maybe I’ll celebrate a little,’ he says, nodding at the group of people. ‘I know a couple of 'em. You wanna come?’

‘No,’ snaps Luke, at the end of his tether. ‘Give me the payment so you don’t waste it all. I'll go to the ship.'

Han wordlessly passes him a small package. 'Don't let the guards see,' he says, before turning away. Luke stalks to the doors.

He feels sick and he doesn't know why.

On the ship, he hangs out with Chewie for a while, playing holo-cards, but then Chewie tells him he needs to go and find Han quickly. Because, he says, Han has a tendency of spending a little too long with the dancers on this planet.

It’s none of Luke’s business what Han does in his spare time, so he shrugs indifferently and makes his way slowly back towards the palace under the hot, glaring sun.

When he asks the bartender if he's seen Han, he points upstairs. He has little English, but enough to make himself understood.

‘Bedroom,’ he says.

Luke nods, offering him a quick smile, then turns and walks away quickly towards the stairs.

At the top of the stairs is a very long, glittering blue corridor. He walks slowly along it, listening carefully.

And there is Han's voice. He sounds happy, like he’s laughing. It’s coming from the door just to his right.

Luke takes a step towards the door, and stops. He can't move.

He doesn’t know what the matter is. But somehow he knows he doesn't want to see what's behind the door. He'd do anything to avoid knowing. Easier to just leave it shut. Never to know.

He’s turning to leave when the door opens of its own accord.

And there's Han, smiling and laughing, followed by the beautiful purple dancer that had tried to touch Luke before. They have a hand on Han’s shoulder, curling around his neck.

Luke’s heart is beating hard in his chest. He turns without a word and runs down the stairs.

‘Luke!’ Han calls. He can hear Han running after him, footsteps echoing down the stairs. A few heads from the burbling crowd turn up to look at them. ‘Luke, wait.’

But Luke won’t wait. He runs all the way out the door and makes it right out into the town. Then he's out of breath, and he has to pause just for a second. And there's a strong, gentle hand gripping his arm.

‘Just leave me alone,' he sobs.

‘No. Not til you tell me what the matter is.’

'Go away,’ Luke shouts. ‘Go back to the party, you were obviously enjoying it.’

‘Luke,’ Han says. ‘You’ve got it wrong.’

But Luke doesn’t have time to reply to that, because suddenly he sees that the palace guards are approaching them. They look like a sea of vast blue wasps.

He shakes Han off and points.

‘Blast. Someone grassed. Run!' says Han, and they sprint for their lives towards the ship, dodging a hail of strange, jelly-like bullets.

Chewie’s ready for them, and the second they’ve thrown themselves onto the gangway it’s being retracted, the guards’ strange blobbing jelly-bullets bouncing off the hull.

They’re both lying side-by-side on the ramp, panting. ‘It wasn’t sex,’ says Han quickly.

‘I don’t care,’ says Luke, struggling to get to his feet.

‘Are you sure?’ says Han cockily, standing easily and stooping to help him up. ‘I think you might care a bit.’

‘Fuck off,’ says Luke, shaking his hand off, pulling himself to his feet, and stalking away.

‘Luke, I didn’t sleep with him,’ Han says, following him. He’s laughing now.

‘Don’t laugh at me,’ Luke almost shouts. He hates Han, he hates him more than anyone in the whole universe. He can’t stand being trapped on this junk-pile of a ship. He runs to his room and locks the door, knowing he's being a child and hating himself for it.

Han’s outside, knocking.

‘Go away.’

‘Luke,’ Han says, turning serious. ‘That guy was one of the richest guys this side of the galaxy. We were just doing a deal. If I can get him the stuff he needs, I’ll have enough money to pay off everyone, I mean everyone. And we can go back to the Rebellion.’

‘Good for you.’

‘Luke. There’s only one person in the whole galaxy I want to sleep with ever again.’

Luke’s silent. Han’s not making sense.

‘I thought it was obvious,’ Han says, so softly Luke can barely hear him. ‘I thought you knew.’

‘Knew what?’

There’s a long, long silence from the other side of the door.

Maybe he's gone. Luke opens the door to check. But Han’s still there, looking at him strangely. It's exactly the same way he’d looked at him right before he'd drifted off to sleep the other night, Luke realises. Like he was hopelessly lost.

‘Knew what?’ says Luke again, very quietly.

‘That I’m in love with you.’

*

‘What?’ says Luke. ‘No, you’re not.’

‘I am. Ever since you first convinced me to fly into the Death Star to rescue some damn princess. And even then I couldn’t admit it to myself, not until I was forced to. Until I thought I was going to lose you on that fucking suicide mission.’

‘But you’re – you’re always such an ass to me,’ says Luke finally, utterly bewildered.

‘You were never interested in me, at the start,’ Han says, looking down. ‘And I was so desperately in love with you… I hate being vulnerable, Luke, and you made me so fuckin’ vulnerable. When you love someone who doesn't have feelings for you… sometimes it’s easier to make it into a joke.’

Luke is silent for a long time. ‘It’s not true that I don’t have feelings for you.’

‘But –’ says Han, confusedly, ‘you seemed so angry, after we made love that first time –’

Love-making.

That was what it had been for Han. Not sex, not fucking.

Luke was overwhelmed by guilt.

‘I was afraid,’ Luke said honestly. ‘Afraid you’d hurt me. I'm sorry. I didn’t know.’

‘Wait. So – you think you maybe could consider –' says Han disbelievingly, gesturing to himself.

'I've considered it enough. Yes. I want to be with you.'

Han stares at him disbelievingly. 'Really?'

Luke smiles, thinking of how easily he's always blushed with Han. Of how hard he's always found it to look away from him. Of the jealousy he’s barely been able to contain when Han flirted with anyone else. 'I thought it was obvious.'

'Guess we're the two most inobservant idiots in the galaxy.' Han kisses him.

Luke kisses him back, passionately, and then begins kissing down Han’s neck, making him shiver and moan.

‘I liked it, what we did the other night,’ says Luke. ‘Can we do that again soon?’

‘Whenever you like, darlin’,' says Han softly.

They’re kissing passionately when Han pulls away suddenly, as if he’s had a sudden thought.

‘Luke, I gotta say somethin' – I hate the thought – what it’s been like for you before –’

‘It doesn’t matter,’ says Luke reassuringly, stroking Han’s cheek.

‘It matters to me, kid. I couldn’t sleep after that night, thinking of it, of you being used like that when you were so young. You’re never going to have that with me. I’ll make it so good for you, every time. So good. I promise.’

Luke smiles at him.

‘So there ain’t no need to go to anyone else, ok?’ Han goes on, looking anxious. ‘Just – just stick with me for a while. I’ll take care of you.’

‘You’re saying you want me just to be with you?’ Luke says, grinning widely. ‘What if you’re not enough to satisfy me?’

‘Says the kid who flipped out with jealousy the second I disappeared from his sight,’ says Han, cheekily nipping at his neck. They kiss again for a while longer, then Han pulls away again.

‘Whaddaya mean, not enough to satisfy you?’ Luke laughs wildly at that, but Han’s face goes serious.

‘Was it all right, though? I mean, was it all right for you, the other night? I tried real hard to make sure…’

Luke laughs. ‘Aw, I dunno, Han. Maybe we should do it a few more times and then I’ll know for sure?’

Han grins and grabs his ass, pulling his hips against his own and kissing him dirtily.

‘All right. Last time you thought it was pretty good? This time it’s going to be incredible.’

Luke, privately, isn’t even sure how it’s possible for Han to improve on last time.

But as it turns out – as he understands a few hours later, while he's lying with his limbs tangled in Han’s own, with Han’s mouth pressed against his hair – it can get better.

And somehow each time they do it, it's better than the last time, no matter how often they do it. (And now that everything's out in the open, they're doing it pretty often).

And Luke's never felt so lucky in his entire life.

(FIN)

Ugh, have just noticed a really embarrassing want of proof-reading here, sorry about that. I'll clean this up and post a more readable version on AO3 at some point :)

Aww, such a sweet ending! I loved this!

This was perfect! :')

thank you both!! :))

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