#dameron fluff

“Well that really narrows it down.” You breathed sarcastically, letting your head drop back as his lips made their way across your jaw and down your throat. His tongue flicked out and teased the deep neckline of your loose front laced poet shirt. 

“It does, I don’t like a whole lot of people, you know.” He joked, crouching onto his knees and kissing his way between your breasts over your shirt, hands playing with them briefly before undoing the strings to your brown pants. 

“Poe, what’re you doing?” You asked, in no hurry to stop him, but pressing the button on the side of the chair to close the cockpit door. He looked up at you and smirked, grabbing the waistband of your pants and shimmying them over your thighs. You raised your hips and he immediately threw them on the other chair. He made eye contact with you once more, bringing your ankle to rest on his shoulder as he kissed his way up your leg. He smirked when he heard the breath catch in your throat as he nipped the sensitive skin on the inside of your knee, and you couldn’t help but whine when he shrank back, repeating the same actions on your other leg. 

“Poe.” You whispered, hand lacing through his hair and tugging slightly, trying to give him the message to move quicker. Instead fo doing so, he grunted at the pressure and sunk his teeth into your muscle, laving at the bite mark with his tongue before making slower progress. 

“Please, Poe.” You almost cried once he kissed your stomach. You wiggled your hips towards him and he pulled both legs over his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around your bottom, tugging you closer. 

“Impatient, Princess. So used to getting what she wants when she wants it.” He teased you and you growled.

“You know that’s not– oh!” You were cut off when he kissed your bud through your undergarments. He inhaled your scent slowly, looking up at you. His pupils were blown out dramatically and he looked a picture settled between your thighs and staring at you as if he were about to devour you whole. 

“Not what?” He asked, cocking his head innocently and you gaped like a fish as he took your underwear and tore a slit right up the middle. 

“Poe! That was my last clean pair of underwear!” You cursed him and he shrugged, nosing at you once more, just breathing you in as if you were the best thing he’d ever smelled before. 

“I don’t mind if you don’t wear any underwear.” He mumbled, and just as you opened your mouth to retort, he licked a fat stripe up your core. He repeated the lapping actions before swirling the tip of his tongue around your bud lazily, watching for any positive or negative reactions. This was the first time he’d ever gone down on you– sure, you’d rode his thigh just yesterday, and you’ve made out plenty of times in his cabin or tent but nothing like this. It was like your little stunt yesterday had woken something hungry within Poe, and if this is where it got you you weren’t too mad about it. 

“Stars, Poe. Where’d you learn to do that?” You gasped, tangling your fingers in his hair and huffing out a breath when he brought two fingers to your core, teasing your entrance slightly before slipping them in and making your back arch.

“Needed to practice for when you came along.” He avoided the question easily and your stomach shuddered as he sucked at your clit again. His mouth and hands were so hot on you, and the arm that was still wrapped around you anchored you to the ship. 

He could tell you were getting closer when your hips subtly started rocking agains this face, and when your fingers tightened in his hair, making him moan into you. The vibrations shook you to your core and you keened out a cry, grateful for the cockpit door and sleeping family. He moaned in response to your pretty sounds and worked you harder, scissoring his fingers before pressing to the spongy part inside of you. 

“Maker. Fuck, Poe I’m gonna–” You stuttered and pressed him harder against you, not willing for him to tease you any longer. Gods, you’d never wanted anything more than this. 

He made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like approval and he shook his head, soaking you up and making you raise a hand to your mouth to quiet your cries. Before you could, his hand shot out from behind your back and pinned it against the seat. You looked down at him sharply, vision blurry from pleasure and it was almost as if you could hear his thoughts– ‘I want to hear you’.

And so you let that coil in your belly snap, pleasure rocking over you in waves as you cried Poe’s name, curling your leg around the back of his head and keeping him there as your body burned. Everything was so hot, and his mouth didn’t stop working against you until you’d stopped twitching and relaxed, letting your legs fall from his shoulders. 

You cracked one eye open and he was still on his knees in front of you, grinning at you like he was the cat who got the cream with your juices making his lips, nose and chin glisten. You caught your breath and without thinking, pulled his collar up and pressed your lips against his, tasting yourself on him and moaning into each others mouth at the action. He pulled away and saw your own juices on your lips and damn, he wanted a picture of this. 

He was about to open his mouth to say something when three solid knocks rapped on the door.