Star Wars Sin

This was done for an anon! I hope you like it and that it lives up to your request :)

Request: “Do you do requests where you could just give me poe dameron i'd love that unless you can't do that then can i request one where reader and poe just sass each and argue like han and leia and everybody in the galaxy is like just kiss already (also you're so small and are you drunk prompt is one of my fav fics so good.”

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Warnings: Swearing as per usual because this is me. Gets a bit frisky near the end but nothing major ;)

Word Count: 4.9k (whoops! I can never write anything short ^^’)

Note: If people would like I wouldn’t mind doing a quick follow up to this! Whether it be a bit of smut or more in depth or so on. Just tell me what you’d like to see!

Part: 1/?

Without further ado, here you go!

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Poe was only just landing in from his latest mission and you couldn't help but be pissy. He may have coaxed his X-Wing back into her bay like a baby, but that didn't change the fact that black smoke was billowing out of her like a disease and all you wanted to do was smack him upside the head. You were Poe's personal mechanic, Leia had assigned all of Black Squadron their own experts so that their crafts could be in the best possible condition for their missions - along with the fact it would cut down the pilots work load to allow them to be in top condition also. You were the oil to the black squadrons leader's machine basically. For many of the female, and male mechanics this would be a dream (Poe hadn't earned the nickname Poe DAMNeron for nothing), but you found the two of you clashed more than anything thanks to both of your dominant personalities.

 But that wasn't important right now as you ran over to his plane, the pilot himself jumping down from the cockpit, his hair mussed with sweat and soot from the smoke streaking his face. But he still gave you his famous smirk as he jogged over to you, and you couldn't help the barb that rolled from your tongue.

 "You aren't losing your touch are you curly?" He scoffed at that, his hand coming to squeeze your shoulder before he pushes you gently in the direction of his still smoking plane.

 "You show me yours I'll show you mine (y/n). Hop to it doll?" Always with the pet names. You gave an exaggerated sigh and stuck your tongue out at him before running towards the source of the smoke. Regardless of whether you got on well with the pilot, his aircraft was your pride and joy, and seeing her in this shape made your heart squeeze. Coughing at the acrid scent of jet fuel and smoke you put on a mask to at least make your job slightly easier. It was only pulling up the bandana around your neck to cover your nose and lower face, but the material itself was a brilliant filter - thank god for modern technology. After having all of your upper torso engulfed by her frame, you'd managed to tinker enough to find the source of the engine blockage and the consequential failure. It appeared debris from the First Order's Tie Fighters had managed to be sucked into the engine - it appeared the latest mission had had quite the dogfight. You cleaned the fuel injectors and reattached them back to the engine and cleaned out its interior while you were at it. Luckily for Poe none of the actual fuel had caught alight, because if that had routed to the engine the entire craft could've exploded. It actually made you quite relieved that Poe had only come back covered in smoke and sweat rather than in pieces or not at all. He may not be your favourite person but you still cared about the guy.

 Once that was all sorted you wiped at your forehead with a cloth and then rubbed at your hands to get rid of any grease. Stepping back from the craft with a smile. She still needed a bit of tlc but she was at the very least back in working order. You pulled the bandana down to hang around your neck, and the cloth you were holding was still in your hands as you turned to see Poe leaning against a nearby wall with his gaze on you. The hell did he want?

 "See something you like Dameron?" You called, walking towards him, still in your mechanic jumpsuit as you eyed his at least freshly washed form. He quirked a brow at that, his smile mirroring yours as he walked closer to you so you were all up in each other's space. You couldn't help a slight blush because after all you had no clue what he was up to and you had to grudgingly admit he still looked just as good up close.

 "Of course I did... It's really hard to resist," His voice trailed off as he leaned ever so slightly closer to you, eyes locked to yours as he pushed some of your hair behind your ears. You had a feeling your face was going a tad red now and just as you were about to bite out a reply he acted first.

 "-to resist my gorgeous X-wing!" He exclaimed, shoving your shoulder slightly to get past as he sprinted to her body and hugged her, sending you a shit-eating grin over his shoulder. Of course you completely went for the bait as you always did as you ran after him.

 "How about a bit of thanks for the gal that keeps our baby up in the air huh?!" You shout, throwing your greasy rag at him and grinning evilly when it impacted solidly with his face. His face was marked with grease when he pulled it off of him, and he looked at you with a scowl as you guffawed while moving closer.

 "Maybe if you paid more attention to your surroundings Poe you'd be a better pilot too!" You hoot, only just calming down, but the pout on his face made another wave of giggles start. You were too busy wiping the tears out of your eyes to notice him turning toward you looking positively wicked.

 "Our baby darling? Why I didn't know you felt that way...." He'd amped up the charm by 1000, and his voice was low and to be quite frank sounded like sex. And you looked like a deer in headlights, but you weren't gonna back down just because the black squad leader had mayybe heard something you didn't mean to let slip.

 "Well of course doll, you didn't exactly handle being a single father very well, poor BB-8." You drawled, crossing your arms with a smirk, but his smile just seemed to widen.

 "Wow didn't realise we'd hit that many bases. Means I better," He almost ran at you and you backed up quickly - what was he doing now? But you almost fell over when he ran and in a quick flourish threw himself down on one knee in front you.

 "Propose to my children's new mother now - tell me dear what colour should the nursery be? Orange?" He was trying so hard not to crack and you were too. But all it took was one slight giggle from him and you'd started laughing, but of course only after you'd kicked his knee out which sent him sprawling to the floor. He turned round and you noticed your mistake and you turned to run away but next thing you knew you were in a headlock while Poe laughed above you, goddamn your short legs.

 The two of you had made quite the scene by now, since every other pilot and their mechanic seemed to have a normally functioning relationship whereas yours was filled with irritation, innuendo and beating each other up. You hadn't noticed but Rey had watched the entire exchange with quite a gleeful expression from the other side of the hangar. (Watch out for that later damn). Whereas Han had only caught a snippet, but he still shuffled through with Chewie next to him, muttering quietly,

 "God they're worse than me and Leia were - Chewie do you reckon if we locked them in a closet they'd just sort it out?" His companions ensuing roar was definitely an agreement.

 ~

 Poe had gone out on a mission again, and you'd punched his shoulder with a force and told him not to hurt your kid or he'd pay for the next round of repairs. To which he replied he was the best damn pilot in the galaxy... And you'd shot back that he wasn't the best at much else and soon you'd dissolved into petty insults until you'd got angry enough to storm off, and he'd just locked himself in the cockpit slightly early. It had only been joking at first but Poe seemed to be distracted by something and you were running on X-Wing fumes and too many late nights. So it shouldn't have been surprising when both of you went for the sore spots quite quickly.

 Yeah quite the dysfunctional pilot mechanic relationship. Sometimes Poe was really great, and yet other times all you wanted to do was rip his fucking head off. He'd made a couple of low blows (and you has as well to be fair) but it had left you with your hackles raised and you couldn't help but stomp around the base. People were avoiding you which you were thankful for because you knew you'd misdirect the anger at them then feel bad - however that didn't dissuade Rey. She jogged up to your side and walked in step for a while, just silently letting you stew before she decided that it was time to give you a kick up the butt.

 "What's Poe done this time?"

 "Been a complete dick head that's what." You bit back, scowling - but when your eyes met Rey's your features softened.  "Sorry we argued again this morning and he pissed me off big time."

 "Well no relationship is perfect.." The way she said it paired with her far away and mystic look (she must have copied that from Luke), along with the fact that this was all a bit ridiculous, made you crack and you couldn't help but burst into peals of laughter, Rey quickly following. You swatted at her shoulder afterwards, a late response to her teasing.

 "Oh do one Rey, we have no kind of 'relationship' aside from this dysfunctional work one." You protested with a small smile on your face. However your friend didn't look convinced, if the glint in her eye was anything to go on.

 "Are you sure you guys aren't just the next Han and Leia?" She shot back, raising an eyebrow at you as you blushed slightly. A frown fluttered across your face for a moment, but you hoped Rey didn't notice as you decided to hit back with a low blow,

 "What just like you and Finn were?" Watching those two circle each other had been horrendous for everyone involved. They were completely oblivious to the affections of the other and you and the other members of the resistance hadn't let them forget about it since they finally confessed. Regardless of how irritating their thick-headedness had been - they still were pretty adorable.

 She scowled at you and let out a huff. "Don't change the subject." She looked thoughtful for a moment before she decided to speak. "And besides Finn was saying something has Poe really wound up recently, so I'm sure the fact he was hissy was probably being carried over from that." She sent another small smile towards you and you nodded in return. The two of you were in step as you walked across the base - the low rumbling of plane engines signalling the X-Wing take off. Poe would probably have noticed you didn't see him off but you hardly cared - you'd get an apology out of him when he came back.

 You voiced as much to Rey, but you were distracted by Han as he walked past and stopped to catch him in conversation - and so Rey's knowing grin was completely lost to you.

 ~

 The next time you saw Poe was in the back of the main meeting room. The general had gathered everyone to update them on the Resistance's current affairs, and also the current stance with the First Order. However these meetings happened often - and so far you could tell there wasn't much new, and could barely avoid zoning out. You were quite happily dreaming about getting to sleep in and getting extra icecream from the mess hall when someone harshly squeezed both your shoulders, making you jump out of your skin, and you barely managed to stifle a yelp. Your face set in an angry frown and just as you were about to give the perpetrator what for you felt them lean forwards so their head hovered over one of your shoulders.

 "Shouldn't you be concentrating on the briefing sweetheart? It is sort of important you know." You heard the voice murmur, and the low timbre along with the classic term of endearment made it obvious just who was speaking. You and Poe had mostly been busy since he'd returned from his last mission, and even when you had seen each other the air had seemed electric with a type of tension. Your anger from before had definitely cooled, you had thought of apologising really, feeling bad for the couple of barbs you'd said. But now that anger was replaced by a new emotion that seemed thick between you, and you couldn't name it. But it made your stomach flip over and your whole body become hyper sensitive.

 He was pressed close to you so he didn't have to raise his voice (it was an unspoken rule that NO ONE spoke over the General), this meant that his chest was pressed snugly against your back, his breath warm against your neck. And already your heart was betraying you and picking up speed, and he didn't seem keen on moving. This seemed a change of pace compared to the last time you two had talked. Had he decided to just forget about it? Or had he cooled off and decided it wasn't worth it? You personally had calmed down only a few days after he'd gone, you were never one to hold a grudge. The only thing irritating you now was that you had no clue why he'd got hissy so easily. Rey mentioning about Finn knowing why hadn't helped - you had planned to interrogate him but that guy was good at hiding when he didn't want to be found, perhaps he knew you were looking. And besides you could never force it out of him because Finn was more resilient than that, plus you liked him too much.

 "I could say the same to you Dameron, I don't know how you distracting me really helps yourself. Miss me too much?" You couldn't help but bite back, a slightly smug tone in your whisper as you barely moved your head to the side to address him. The both of you really should stop talking but you were curious. The guy almost seemed to have been avoiding you and hell if you weren't gonna find out why. His hands were still on you, in fact as you thought upon notice you became aware of their movement. Poe let his hands drift from your shoulders down your sides to your waist and the bolt of heat you felt was not entirely unwelcome. Your heart seemed to miss a beat for a moment, but he was still pausing before replying, his head still next to your shoulder - trying to make you squirm. But you more resilient to that, if anyone was going to squirm it was him. And besides... You kind of liked the way his large hands encompassed your waist... But you really shouldn't be thinking like that right now, he'd probably feel the heat coming off of your face. Leia was still talking so you tried desperately to catch her words again, a little breathless but still held together, much to Poe's irritation - he must want to embarrass you as a kind of payback or something.

 Little to your knowledge Finn was grinning a megawatt smile in the dark a small distance from you two. It was dark in here, ridiculously so so that the General could use holograms - hence Poe's boldness. As cocky as the guy he acted he was shyer than many believed him to be. He knew the real reason for Poe's behaviour (much to both yours and Rey's chagrin), and could barely contain his glee, it wouldn't be long.

 Poe had been quiet so long that you were almost worried, had he actually heard you? Just as you cocked your head to the side to ask him about it, the General caught direct eye contact with you (fuck). It seemed Poe had noticed as well, and disentangled himself from you just in time for her to call attention to the both of you. "Black squad leader and mechanic, I'd like the two of you to stay behind after the meeting." Her tone was almost frosty and that was never good news, you could feel the burning stares of many fellows around you and you wanted to sink into the ground in embarrassment. At least she hadn't called you out when Poe was practically glued to you, the pair of you would've never lived it down. You both called out an affirmative and she got back to her briefing, a slightly smug smile on her face. You couldn't help but worry though - Poe would be fine, he was the Black Squad leader, and too much of an ace for Leia to get rid of him. But you though? You were only the guys mechanic! What if she had decided your bickering and play fighting was disrupting everyone else and decided to change your pilot?! The fucking idiot had condemned you both now!! You decided to hide your nervousness behind anger. (You were mostly surprised by how empty the thought of not welcoming Poe and BB-8 back every mission made you). So since Mr Dameron had barely bloody moved since Leia had called you out, you shifted slightly and slammed the heel of your foot down on his toes. Immediately his hands, which were at his sides, jumped forwards and grabbed the top of your thighs - squeezing hard as he hissed lowly, trying to remain quiet as to not cause further disruption.

 "I'm gonna get kicked from our duo thanks to you getting touchy feely Mister!" You harshly whispered back to him, balling your fists together to distract yourself from the probable finger marks on your thighs now. You'd nearly jumped out of your skin when he grabbed you but really your brought it on yourself. (And you did not want to think about how the prospect of his fingers leaving bruises on your thighs was hot oh no).

 "I did not get touchy feely!" He exclaimed, but not quite quietly enough apparently since Finn was quick to disguise a snicker as a cough, whereas Rey was quietly giggling. He looked to them for a moment, you felt his curly hair brush the back of your head as he turned, but his mouth was quickly by your ear again. "Like I'd let Leia get rid of you - I'm nowhere near as efficient without my favourite mechanic." Your heart squeezed a little at that and you were glad for the dark because for sure your cheeks would be bright red right now. But then of course you remembered.

 "That was almost cute Poe, but I'm your only fucking mechanic!" You whispered back, turning to look at him, disregarding Leia for the moment which was stupid but you reckoned you couldn't be in more trouble than you were. His hands came to hold your waist and he looked at you with that crooked grin that you'd grown to love.

 "Yeah but you're my girl aren't you? Our baby wouldn't run properly without you around." You weren't sure where he got this bout of confidence from but you were totally tongue tied. Just as you gathered your wits and were about to reply you heard Leia's voice booming from the front of the room and you and Poe jumped apart, ending up standing side by side.

 "Dismissed rebels!" She called, and the lights slowly warmed, and many other rebels dispersed like bats in the light, though a few slowed to try and see you and your pilots punishment. Of course.

 Rey gave your shoulder a squeeze as she walked out while Finn gave the two of you a thumbs up when Leia was distracted - they too never got in the way of the general. Thinking about how frosty her tone has been had your blood freezing again, while your heart beat seemed to become that much more forceful.

Once the room had cleared your duo made your way to the front of the room as the General awaited you. Her posture was impeccable and it felt like she was looking at you under a microscope. Even Poe didn't have his usual swaggering walk, you were both shuffling along. However what you were surprised by was the rather sinister smirk that alighted on Leia's as the two of you stood in front of her - like the cat that had caught the canary. But at the very least... This had to be better than her looking furious?

 You weren't really sure what to make of it and apparently neither was Poe from the way the two of you shared a confused glance. However you were brought back to attention by the General clearing her throat, before speaking,

 "Now you two... I suggest you sort out this palpable sexual tension that I and many others have been noticing. Lest you let it distract from your work." You were completely dumbstruck, and could feel the blush rush all the way up to your ears, while Poe chocked out a laugh. God did you regret the one time in passing you mentioned to Leia that Poe looked good. Christ... Had people been reporting to her about the two of you? How embarrassing. "Now run along, goodness you're as bad as Han and I were." She spoke with a small laugh, smiling as she turned to return to her own desk.

 You felt almost nervous in Poe's presence now... Wondering how he took this. But luckily for you he offered a solution.

 "How about we go check the baby? I don't think you got a chance to look at it before the briefing right?" He asked with his usual smooth drawl, proffering an arm to you. You snorted out a laugh and folded your arm in the crook of his, and the mention about your 'child' just made you laugh. And also may have filled your tummy with butterflies after what Poe had said just before Leia got you - but it served to smooth out any slight awkwardness that may have arisen. Poe had always been good at that, smoothing out any awkwardness in all interactions and making you feel at home - especially when sometimes your brain wasn’t always properly connected to your mouth. It was something you liked about him, and in fact many did, after all the guy was a born and bred charmer. You both walked in silence into the hangar. The place was pretty much deserted which was strange but not uncommon. Unless one of the X-wings was on fire or really badly beaten up, the first evening or day after a successful squad mission was spent organising reports and celebrating the return of comrades - or mourning the loss of them. However it wasn’t so deserted that it was without the usual banging, clanking and low whirring of engines and machinery. It was a sound that always put you at ease, a comforting white noise, and it served to get rid of the last of your awkward nervousness thanks to Leia, though it did nothing to alleviate the butterflies still fluttering in your stomach.

 The X-wing actually looked in pretty good shape! You shouldn’t be surprised but it was nice to see that for once you wouldn’t be spending late night getting her in top condition before they were shipped out way too soon for the next mission. Your unfolded your arm from Poe’s without a word and got to inspecting the outside, which was quite uncharacteristic of you, however even more so was the quiet on that curly haired pilots end. But little did you know the guy really enjoyed watching you work. And as you opened a side panel compartment and bent at the waist to push your whole body in - looking at the curve of your back and letting his gaze wander downwards he remembered just how much he’d missed watching you work. When you extracted yourself he quickly moved his gaze to your face in a respectable manner, and luckily for him wasn’t caught. “You seem quiet Dameron, droid got your tongue?” You asked with a cheeky lilt to your tone. It was easy to fall back into the little bubble that seemed to envelop you both when you were alone, everything else in the hangar just faded into the background. “Just admiring your work is all.” He said with an almost breathless tone that threw you off a bit. You’d expected teasing or rebuttal, but instead he sounded different, almost. But you shrugged it off. You moved to an area under one of the broad wings, more shielded as you were closer to the corner of the hangar. You whistled quietly as you got to work, swinging a rag around your fingers as you mentally ran a checklist of things to look for and correct and so on. You were deep in mechanic mode. However just as you were taking a peak at the far edges of the girls wing mechanisms you felt a strong grip on your shoulder, that turned you in a 180 - and quite forcefully pushing your back against the side of the craft. “Hey what in the-“ you started to ask, but were silenced by the fact it was Poe. You were half expecting it to be Rey, ready to give you another weird lecture trying to get you to talk to Poe or flirt with him or bat your eyelashes or something. That girl was strange sometimes - because you were sure half those things she didn’t even do while trying to date Finn. But he hasn’t even spoken yet, was just staring at you with this foreign heat in his gaze. You reckoned this was what his eyes were like during the briefing, and now you lamented the fact you never got to see them. Because shit his gaze was doing all sorts of things to you, it looked like he wanted to eat you up. “What.... are you doing?” You chocked out. You were still against the body of the X-wing, his hand clenching your shoulder while he made careful and calculated steps forward. The guy didn’t stop till you were pretty much pressed against him, and you could see the heat in his gaze and the determined clench of his jaw. All that gorgeous hair, and raw power right in front of you and dang, you weren’t really sure where to look first. Your eyes greedily taking it all in. Now you could kind of see what Leia meant because there was an ache in your abdomen and you craved him and yet the feeling was so foreign it was being rejected all at once - but most of all you wanted him to fucking say something.

 “I’m just giving you a little taste of the fucking agony I get pretty often.” His voice was breathy as he pressed his front flush with yours, a blush creeping up your neck as he held that cocky but hungry look. “And besides...” He murmured, moving his head to the crook of your neck. Your jumpsuit was still open and baggy, showing your tank top underneath and giving him ample access to your chest and neck. His breath was hot against your collar bones and you felt a bit light headed as he spoke, “This is the kind of sexual tension that Leia was talking about, and to be quite honest I can only take so much.” His tone was blunt but although you’d felt the charge to some of your interactions before it was fucking nothing like this. Especially when he deliberately moved his head closer to your neck and gently bit in, and shit the blush was making your whole head red now. Fucking Poe Dameron and his inherent way of knowing how to turn you into complete fucking putty. His other hand moved inside your jumpsuit and gripped tightly at your waist, meanwhile he trailed light kisses over your collarbones and up your neck. You weren’t sure how much more of this kind of treatment you could take. “Get over here Poe.” You basically growled, grabbing handfuls of his curls and pulling his mouth to yours. You delighted in the way he moaned after you tugged his hair and filed that away for later. But your attention was drawn instead to your current actions of furiously making out with your pilot. His lips moved against yours fiercely, belaying all the hunger that neither of you had named before now. The hand on your waist was now low on your hip and you pressed your body closer against his, keening lightly into his mouth. You cold practically feel his smirk as you kissed, he liked having you at his mercy like this. Just as you thought it was getting unbearably hot, and this needed to either stop or escalate now - your thoughts were heard. Just not really the ones you wanted.

 “Poe! Y/n! Where are you guys?” Finn and Rey’s voices blended together in tandem and the two of you jumped apart. Poe looked like a hot disheveled mess, his lips kiss swollen and hair falling around his eyes. He still looked at you with fire in his gaze as he pulled his hands reluctantly from where they rested on your body. And all you could wonder was where this would go.