Hate/Angry Sex - Poe Dameron
I hate you
Kinktober prompt - Day 9 - Hate/Angry sex
Poe Dameron x Reader (force sensitive!reader, soulmate AU)
You wake up, startled from a dream. That reckless idiot soulmate of yours got himself captured by the First Order. At least his alive… for now. You can feel the echoes of the pain that lingers from your dream, he’s being tortured, it’s just a matter of time before they get what they want or simply kill him for resisting.
It’s up for you to decide whether you can live with the consequences and let him die or go and save his sorry ass, not only revealing yourself to the Order but connecting you to the poster boy even further.
You look at the Tie you felt you had to acquire a few days ago and realise you’ve made the decision before you had any idea that you would be in this situation. At that moment you hate this whole soulmate thing even more and just hate him too.
Getting ready to leave quickly, you think about what you’re going to tell the rebel pilot. You know he will have questions, to which you never planned to give answers to. It was a pretty stupid idea to stay away from him in hopes that he’ll give up on you and find someone else. The force pulls you together each second, it was inevitable to meet, but you had to try.
You are not much of a pilot but you can get from A to B without crashing and that’s all you needed so far. This rescue mission will require a bit more than that, so you plan something that they will not see coming.
Kylo Ren is about to get to the information he needs from the pilot’s mind when the alarms go off, throwing off his concentration, he feels the presence of another strong force user. While he tries to sense more and is debating to investigate in person, you keep advancing ahead rapidly, leaving defeated storm troopers at your wake until you reach the door that leads to the room the pilot is being held at.
Your anger is at a boiling level now, it consumes you until you feel it practically burn you. With all your rage gathered into one push, you make the door fly into the room and it lands in a crumbled mess, wedging into the opposite wall after it passes between the two figures, separating them even more.
When Ren moves to attack, you slam him next to the door with the same intensity, he’s only alive because he could hold back most of the blow. He looks up at your hooded figure before asking.
“What do you want?”
“You have something of mine.” That’s all the acknowledgement you give him, the beaten up figure on the left is the only important thing right now, so you move to him and release his cuffs before you get there, holding him up with the force as he collapses upon being freed.
When you reach Poe you place your hands at each side of his face and gently try to examine his injuries.
“Can you stand?” The question snaps him out of his pain-filled delirium and he manages to get out a weak yes as he regards you. You don’t waste time as you drag him to the ship you had in mind for your escape plan.
Taking Ren’s ship was easier than you thought, the commission of you crashing the stolen Tie into the dock still giving you a proper diversion and it never even occur to them that anyone would dare to steal this vessel. You could have chosen a Tie, but then again, that wouldn’t have been that much blow on the ego of that asshole. You also needed the space and the autopilot to take care of the injured and now extremely pissed off Poe Dameron.
He asked you a lot of questions already, only to receive one answer when he wanted to know what he should call you. You told him that and informed him that his droid has left the planet and that you set the directions for his base, then you decided to ignore his other questions with a short ‘later’ tossed to him in equal annoyance.
After you patched him up you stared at each other in silence for long minutes before he started to speak again.
“I thought I didn’t have a soulmate. Everyone else beyond 20 dreams with or of theirs but I never had one of you, the few times I thought I did, it completely disappeared from my memories when I fully woke up.”
None of what he said was phrased like a question, yet he was asking one anyway, probably the most problematic one he could have. You decide to just get it over with as quickly as you can before you run out of time and completely lose control over your actions.
“You didn’t have dreams because I didn’t want you to have them.” You’re not looking at him now, you have no desire to escalate the inevitable any longer.
“You…” he starts with a restrained yell and doesn’t continue until he managed to restrain his anger enough, which you wait for in silence. “You messed with my mind?”
“No! I would never do that, I’m a lot of things but I would never sink so low to become a mindraper.”
“But… the Jedi do their mind trick all the time.” The confusing thought set his mind off of being angry until your answer came.
“And the Jedi are so good, right?” The venom in your voice changed his mood again. You’ve started to affect each other beyond your control.
“So what you did was right? Just because you didn’t cross that line?” The anger returns and he’s not holding back anymore, yelling at you so loudly it almost makes you flinch. “You had no right to take that away from me. No right to decide for me.”
“Yet I did it anyway.” Your voice remains steady, your calm facade fools him into believing you are unaffected, when the truth is you simply learned to control your emotions better, you had to.
“Ah, unbelievable, I hate you so much right now. I can’t take this. Not now, not anymore.” You can see he’s fighting the pull he feels towards you but his anger certainly doesn’t help his case.
“Then stop fighting it.” You say, trying to remain strong. He is on you in a blink of an eye. Poe cages you in against a wall after he dragged you up from the pilot seat. He puts a hand around your neck possessively, not strangling but keeping his hold firm. His angry face is so close to you you’re almost touching.
“I won’t be gentle and I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back.”
“Then don’t.” That’s the only permission he needs before he rips at your pants and tears at his own to get access to you. He doesn’t prepare you at all, the pull of this force between you made you both pent up with aggression and tension so you’d feel aroused to the point that it becomes maddening. That means you are wet when he slides into you in one brutal move but not wet enough so it doesn’t hurt.
The pain makes you scream out, which Poe silences with an aggressive kiss, moving his hand from your neck to take a hold of your head by tangling his fingers in your hair. With his other hand, he is gripping your left leg to give him better access when he starts to move in and out of you.
He is not gentle, all that rage he’s feeling is driving his movements. You are unable to hold back any longer but he’s got all the control now so all you can do is grip him by his shoulder and neck, digging your nails into him and sinking your teeth into his other shoulder and just take it.
Amidst the pain you feel the pleasure building, it doesn’t take a lot of time for you to scream for a different reason. As you tighten around him, his knees buckle and he falls to the ground, holding you still. He only stops for a second as he regains his balance in a sitting position, then he is thrusting up again, pace sloppier now but not any less savage. After a few hard and quick thrusts he comes in you with a loud groan.
He recovers more quickly than you, Poe makes a move to lift you off of him by your hips but the tiny upward movement causes you to grab onto his shoulders and hiss in pain. He stops and looks at you but your eyes are closed tightly and you’re gritting your teeth together ever more forcefully while willing the pain away.
Poe is scared to move, he doesn’t fully understand the reaction. Yes, he was rough, maybe too much, certainly more so than he’s ever been but he didn’t think he could have hurt you that badly. Then, he looks down where you are still connected and what he sees turns him ghostly pale. He carefully lowers you back down to his lap and holds you by your lower back while he reaches out to turn your face to him.
You open your eyes at the gentle touch with which he guides to meet his gaze. You see his emotions storming in his eyes, but most of all his concern, he’s almost on the verge of panic.
“I hurt you, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, I…” He is ready to beg for your forgiveness, to do anything to make it better until you reach a medic, but you interrupt his panicked rambling.
“No, you didn’t. It’s not your fault.” You whisper, not having enough strength to do more.
“But the blood…It’s too much and…” you make him stop at his track of thought when you quickly look away and he sees your lips wobbling a little, then he realises what happened as he looks at you more thoroughly.
“Oh…” You look young now, so young… How could he not notice this before? You couldn’t be older than 25, he doubted you’re more than a couple of years in your twenties actually. So he has at least a decade on you, years of experience and time to mature and become more responsible and he didn’t have it in him to keep his obviously terrified soulmate safe from his impulses.
“Fuck!” The outburst makes you flinch this time but he is quick to assure you he doesn’t mean any harm. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I’m so sorry. I swear, I’ll never cause you any pain ever again.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. I’ll only bring you misery and you’ll be helpless to return it.” The resigning statement breaks his heart and just makes him more determined to keep you safe, even if it’s him that’s threatening you.
“No.” He says it with so much resolution you can’t help but look up at him. This proves to be a mistake because as soon as you look at him and see the gentle, tortured expression he has on, you burst into tears. He pulls you to him into a full hug as your crying intensifies and holds you tightly, brushing the side of your face and your back to comfort you while you let it all out.
“Shh… It’s all right. It’s okay, we’re gonna be okay.” Poe is soothing you for a while like this as your hiccuping cries subdue enough for you to speak.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” You keep repeating to him, face buried where his neck and shoulder meet, your arms wrapped around him in an unyielding grip like you are afraid to let him go.
“Shh…No more of that. We were both idiots but we are past that, we need to move on.” He says gently, placing a kiss on your forehead when you look at him again.
“Come on sweetheart, it’s time to move and clean you up.” He stands with you in his arms, careful with his movements until he reaches the tiny built-in refreshener and places you on top of the counter. Poe cleans you both up as much as possible and arranges your clothes, then carries you back to the pilot seat.
You sit in his lap while you talk, you agree to never bring up what happened on this ship and start over as soon as you land. You see him in his element when he could truly let go of what happened and he shines brighter than a thousand suns. You live and fight together. He falls for you easily, after all, you were made for him, and his loving warmth brings you happiness as you slowly fall in love with your soulmate too.