Masturbation - Poe Dameron
Accidental confession
Kinktober prompt - Day 15 - Masturbation
Poe Dameron (x Reader)
Poe is on the way back to the base in this awful, junk of a ship after that terrible mission drained him, from which he barely got away with his life and now he wants nothing but to get off this ship and fall into his bed to sleep away the exhaustion.
Of course, it has to be you who gets his sign in at the middle of the night. Just when he thought this day couldn’t get any worse, then you come along and scold him like he’s an unruly child who always gets into trouble for the fun of it.
You are arguing, you always are. You lecture him, give him stupid nicknames after every mistake and you don’t let go, you keep reminding him every reckless decision he ever made.
He cannot help but engage in it, you bring out a side of him he never knew existed. The war is frustrating to say the least and it actually feels good to let it out every ones in a while, not that he would admit it to you that your petty little quarrelling actually makes him feel better sometimes and he cannot wait to see you each morning.
Poe is sitting in the pilot seat of the rusty, stolen ship and listens to your direction to what to do, so he could get back home in one piece. But he absentmindedly snaps back a mean comment that hits too close. You’ve already gone silent when he realised what he’d said. He cursed and called out your name as gently as he could manage but the desperate need to take his words back was evident in his tone.
Before he can apologise, you interrupt him and ask a serious of questions with a quiet, even voice that he can barely recognise. Poe only witnessed this kind of mood on you once, when your best friend died and you were grieving silently with constant tears in your eyes, but refusing to let any of them fall.
The conversation continued like that and from the occasional deep breath you took he knew you were struggling not to cry and the picture of you in that broken state broke his heart too. He tried to ask for your forgiveness, saying he didn’t mean it, but you interrupt him with a heavy sigh.
“I know, it doesn’t matter.” It only comes out as a whisper.
“Of course it does…” He raises his voice, not willing to let this go until he fixed it. But you just repeat calmly that it doesn’t matter and there are more important things to deal with now.
“You need to fix that death-trap before it falls apart under you. Nothing else matters at the moment.” You shot this argument down for now and move on to check the systems with him.
“Something is eating up the power, I don’t get it, everything is down except the basic systems and it says something non-essential channels the energy but they are all shot down.” You listen to him explain what he sees and add the answer after a moment of thinking.
“Your comm is on…”
“Fuck, why didn’t I think of that?! Okay, I’ll try to turn it off, if I’m not back on in a few seconds… Well, you can berate me to the others at my memorial, you have my permission.” He wanted to lighten the mood but failed miserably.
“That’s not funny.” There are definitely tears in your eyes now, he can hear a tiny hiccup at the end of your sentence.
“I’m sorry.” He’s not apologising for this and you both know it. Before you could reply he turns off the communications system and a few seconds after he reports to you that you were right, it’s the source of the problem.
“If I don’t make it I want you to know…” He starts to confess his feelings, but you don’t let him, thinking it will be an other apology that will just make you a sobbing mess.
“You will. Turn off the comm and only turn it back to report your status at every hour, or in case of an emergency. Central C out.” That’s all you say before leaving him to turn off the comm, which he does with an angry hit, almost breaking the thing.
“Fuck” He yells, wanting to hit something but not daring in case the ship actually falls apart.
“Why do we always have to argue?” He asks out loud, then leans back into the seat and keeps his eyes on the controls while he is thinking about you.
Long minutes pass by as he cannot get you out of his head, replaying the argument and the other occasions in his head over and over again until his mind starts to drift to the way your eyes shine when you are happy and that thought makes him realise he’d never seen you smile, he doesn’t count your mocking laugh into this.
Poe pictures you smiling at him happily or mischievously and he wants to kiss you even more than before. He wonders what you would feel like, taste like, if you would be as bold with your kisses as with your words. And that thought makes him imagine all the things he’d like to do to you that involves more than kissing.
Before he can realise what he’s doing his hand wraps around his hardening length and he squeezes, thinking it’s your hand on him. He closes his eyes, letting his mind roam as he sets himself free of his pants and takes his cock into his hand, moving up and down slowly, imagining it’s you who’s teasing him as he knows you would. His pace doesn’t alter as he lets out moans and talks aloud.
“Ah, yes, more, please…” He moves his thumb over the head in slow circles, visualising you on your knees before him licking the little drops of cum and sealing your lips around the tip.
He moves his hand faster now, thinking about how he would guide your head up and down on him as he curses and groans and dirty talks the imagined you.
“Fuck, yes… just like that…” He moans your name like a plea. “Take it, fuck, take it all. Put that big mouth of yours to good use.” Poe comes hard as he almost feels you sucking on him with the way he squeezed himself. Cum shots out in ropes and he imagines you swallowing it all down. “Damnit. I love you so fucking much, you infuriating woman.”
He is panting heavily, trying to get himself together when your voice makes him jump like he’s been caught.
“Poe?” You call gently, which makes him feel even more busted, you never called him by his first name before. “Are you alright there?”
He looks at the time and lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding and activates the comm to tell you he’s still in one piece and on the way back to you.
Poe calls out your name before you can go and asks if you are alright, at which you huff out a little disbelieving laugh.
“I’m fine. Concentrate on staying alive, would you?” That sounds a little more like you and that makes him feel better. After a long silence he moves to turn off the damn energy leech but your voice stops him in mid move.
“Poe?”
“Yes?” He’s afraid what you would say, thinks that maybe you heard him after all or you are about to pay back his nasty comment, but you couldn’t surprise him more with what you’re about to say.
“Just come home to me, okay?” With that you are gone, not waiting for an answer, leaving him confused and alone.
•
Poe Dameron arrives at the base, well, he crashes near the base to be exact. The rescue team gets him out of the remains and to the infirmary. He’s not seriously injured and gives his report while they are preparing to release him.
He gathers his things and moves to get out of there and search for you, but when he looks up, you are already, looking him all over, assessing his injuries with a look he can’t really place.
He rushes to you and starts to apologise for hurting you but you stop him with a hand on his lips and give him a gentle albeit somewhat insecure smile.
“Shut up and put that big mouth of yours to a good use for once.” Your words terrify him and you render him uncharacteristically speechless for a long minute that makes you think you crossed the line and maybe you shouldn’t have let him know you heard him, but when you would turn away to leave he grabs you and smashes your lips together.
He deepens the kiss, holding you close, hands moving from your arm and waist to frame your face while he steals your breath away. You lean back to calm down a little but he doesn’t let you go, just brings his forehead to yours and takes a deep breath before saying the words that made you cry happy tears a few hours ago.
“I love you.” It sounds so simple as he whispers it against your lips but it means the world to you and you try to compose yourself to reply but he kisses you again then pulls you out of the room.
•
He guides you to his quarters where you spend the night and all the nights after that. You return his confession and show him all the ways you can think of just how much he means to you.
The others ask how that happened, referring to your very public display of affection the first days after the incident. You only ever say that he accidentally confessed his feelings, which always makes him blush when the question comes up, but you refuse to elaborate.
You still argue, you get on each other’s nerves, if anything the arguing got worse if you can believe your friends. But now there is not even a hint of anger in it, you still let out your frustration but it has a more playful edge to it and one of you always gives up easily. If it’s him then he calls you an infuriating woman and grabs your head to smack a kiss to your forehead, if it’s you, he would be called a difficult man and receive a peck and a light bite to his lower lip.
No matter the arguments or the difficulties you face in this seemingly endless war, you are always there for each other and your love only grows each day.