Pregnancy - Poe Dameron
Joy
Kinktober prompt - Day 26 - Pregnancy
Poe Dameron x Reader
Poe finds you standing in front of a mirror looking at your slightly rounded stomach. Your frowning wipes off his smile for a moment until you speak.
”Is it weird that I would prefer to be at the nine-months-pregnant stage for a few months rather than be like I-had-too-many-cakes-for-a few-weeks-fat-looking?” You muse loudly, making his blinding smile return at your nonsense.
Poe closes the door behind him and steps behind you embracing you in a hug, placing his hands on your tummy.
“You are beautiful.” He whispers against your neck, nuzzling and placing kisses along your skin. His hands start to wander when you huff at his disbelievingly. His right hand sneaks up between your breasts finding a hold on your chin to turn your head and kiss you deeply as his other hand slides into your pants and start to tease you.
You whine against him that earns a chuckle and his attention shifting to your clit while he keeps kissing you. When he feels you are getting wet he starts to tease you entrance that gets him an impatient groan from you.
Poe takes mercy on you and slides two of his fingers into your wet pussy. Making you whine for a different reason. He goes slow, stretching you out, occasions flicking your clit to heighten the pleasure. When you are almost there he pulls away, licking his fingers clean.
“Poe!” Your angry little pout makes him smile at you with mischief before he lifts you up and carries you to bed. He pulls your pants down, placing himself between your legs, lying on his stomach.
He parts your thighs more widely, taking hold of them by circling his arms around your legs, keeping you steady as he eats you out. He goes slow, savouring your taste and your moans, grinding into the bed while he fucks you with his tongue in the most tender way possible.
Your flyboy makes you come hard and you gush against his tongue. He laps at you more aggressively as he is nearing his own orgasm. When he comes he buries his face between your legs even more firmly, sucking on your clit so harshly it rips out another orgasm out of you that he also licks you through.
He lies there for a while, resting his head against your thigh, looking at you like you are the most beautiful creature in the whole galaxy.
“I can’t wait to have this little bundle of joy in my arms.” He places kisses on your tummy, making you giggle at the tickling sensation of his soft lips and coarse stubble.
Your laughs are abruptly stopping with a gasp when a thought occurs to you. “Oh, Maker. I hadn’t even thought of it, she is definitely going to be like you, all sunshine and full of hope.”
He chuckles at your groaning, play-pretend misery and keeps giving your tummy a few kisses before he answers. “The next one will be a grumpy little pessimist like you.”
“Hey, I have you know I’m a realist…” You start your usual bickering that always ends in a make-out session, then it gets to you what he said and you look at him wide-eyed. “Wait. Next one?”
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Poe was holding your hand as he promised he would but the pain was too much, something was wrong. They had to operate you to save you and your little bundle of joy.
It scared him to death, to wait outside, unable to do anything while he could lose everything. Leia was there for him, trying to keep his spirits up but as the minutes went by he was getting more and more restless. When the nurse droid came to him with a little figure covered in a fluffy blanket he held up his arms on autopilot but he was otherwise frozen in place.
Poe was looking at his little angel with tears streaming down his face. He was holding his daughter, who truly resembled him so much just like you said she would. The thought of you made him look up and question the droid which told him that you are through the worst and he should be able to visit you shortly.
He was sitting by your bed in the medbay when you opened your eyes slightly, still heavy from exhaustion. You were looking at your beloved Poe who was already an overprotective father, never putting your baby down, lulling her to sleep as he watched her with awe. You will let him steal her for now, you are still too weak anyway, couldn’t hold her properly.
“You found a name for her.” You whisper tiredly, making him look at you with a teary smile. Happiness overflowing his whole being.
“How do you know?” He asks, when he registered what you said and that it wasn’t a question.
“What is it?” All he gets is that impatient demand which comes out a little whiny. He just smiles at your grumpiness. Then he attempts to say her name in your native language that makes you laugh quietly.
“B’æyne.” He named your daughter Joy. How fitting, but you thought he would finally ask you to name her after his mother. You suppose, this is almost as good but you want to give him a chance to call her something that would honour both his wishes.
“Your pronunciation is still terrible.” Groaning, you turn to him, eyes still heavy lidded. You can’t help but smile as you continue. “Just call her Bey and stick with joy as a nickname in basic.”
He looks at you with more love than ever. Poe knows exactly what you are doing and he never thought he could find someone who would love him this much. He was always giving, never expecting to receive it back. Up until he met you he was proving again and again that he would give anything for the fight, now he not only wants to win but he wants to live too.
He places your little baby in the crib next to your bed and slides in next to you, carefully turning you to your side to make room as he cuddles you when he mocks you playfully. “You are grumpy when you are tired.”
“I’m always grumpy.” You look up at him with a little unsure frown. “But you love me anyway?”
Poe kissed you deeply, then pulls away, saying the next words in a tone that were to make you understand without any doubt that it is the most evident thing in the world. “More than anything.”