a scene from sugar: a poe dameron fanfiction. orginally posted on wattpad.
summary: after the events of star wars: the last jedi and months and months of yearning between nyco valanas, the troubled daughter of luke skywalker, and the famous resistance pilot poe dameron finally comes to a boiling point after a morale-boosting party.
warnings: 18+, minors DO NOT INTERACT, smut, oral sex (female receiving) praise kink, character is AFAB, lmk if i missed any!
(please, please let me know what you think!! this is my first real smut on here and i’m very nervous about posting this lmao, genuinely never thought i’d finish it tbh, any feedback is also appreciated!!)
The fire was down to glowing embers by the time the music faded entirely.
There were still murmurs, quiet conversations, and muffled laughter, the clink of a cup set down, but most of the party had unraveled. People drifted off in twos and threes, tired from dancing, or drinking, or just remembering how to feel joy again.
Nyco stepped back first. Poe let her go without protest, though his hand lingered a second longer than it needed to before slipping away.
Neither of them spoke as they walked together toward their tents- a series of overlapping canvas tarps and mismatched tents set up along a natural ridge in the jungle. It was quieter here. More secluded. Even the cicadas kept their hum low, like the world had agreed to give them privacy.
Poe's shoulder brushed hers once as they moved, not on purpose, just a consequence of walking close in the dark. Nyco didn't pull away.
"Thanks for tonight," he said, his voice a little hoarse.
She didn't answer at first. Then, softly, "You're the only reason I stayed."
That startled a look from him, surprised at what she had admitted, but she didn't elaborate.
When they reached the small patch of clearing where their tents stood, the moment caught in her throat. Poe's tent was the one directly next to hers. It always had been- from the very beginning of the jungle base. Proximity for strategy. A leftover instinct from when she was still freshly wounded from her father's death, when he was the only one who made an effort.
But now it felt... loaded. Like a temptation.
He stopped at the flap of his tent, hand resting on the canvas. The glow from the campfires barely reached this far. His face was half-shadowed.
"Goodnight," she said back. And then a far quieter, "Poe."
He looked over at her, gave her one last smile before he ducked inside.
Nyco stood there for a moment. Just stood. The air was thick with dampness, cooling from the heat of the day. Her skin felt too tight. Her thoughts were too loud.
Eventually, she moved toward her tent.
Inside, it was dim and still. Her cot creaked slightly under her weight as she sat. The blanket was thrown carelessly where she'd left it that morning, and the datapad by her sleeping roll blinked with a new systems report- a gentle, pulsing light that cast long shadows up the canvas walls.
She kicked off her boots, but didn't lie down.
Not talking. Not snoring. Just... being there.
There was a rhythm to his movement- the soft drag of a shirt coming off, the faintest sound of his boots being taken off. His breath. Even that. She could hear the way he exhaled after sitting, as if the weight of the night had finally dropped off his shoulders. There was a pause. Then another. Then the soft scrape of fabric against canvas.
Nyco turned her head and stared at the thin wall between them. Just two sheets of weather-treated fabric and about a meter of air.
And she was so tired of this twisted little game she had made for herself.
She lay down, finally, back flat against the cot, one arm folded beneath her head. Her eyes stayed open. She tried to find the stillness she used to rely on- that internal bunker she could crawl into when the world asked too much of her. But it wasn't working.
Because every time she tried to breathe, she heard him do the same. And it made her want. Want something other than survival. The seconds stretched, then the minutes.
Nyco sat back up. She knew it was a bad idea, how complicated this would make things, but she didn't care. She needed him.
She wasn't thinking straight as her feet were bare as they hit the canvas floor, or maybe this was the straightest train of thought she has had in years. Her mechanical fingers closed around the edge of the tent flap. Her skin was still slightly damp from sweat from the day's work, and her chest was a riot of nerves she refused to name. She slipped outside and stepped a few feet over to Poe's tent.
She paused and waited. Almost turned around. But then she heard the shuffle of movement inside, and she froze where she stood. Her heartbeat was so loud in her ears that she barely registered the sound of his voice when it came.
"...Nyco?" It wasn't alarmed. It wasn't even surprising. Just soft.
She couldn't speak, not right away. Then whispered, "Can I come in?"
A beat. Then she heard the sound of the zip-pull being tugged. The flap opened gently from the inside.
Poe stood in the entrance of the tent, bathed in the soft, golden spill of a lantern that hung from one corner. His curls were slightly disheveled, his shirt clutched loosely in one hand. His eyes were wide open, dark and focused, scanning her face with a kind of stunned stillness. He didn't say anything. Just leaned slightly back, creating space.
The tent was warm from his body heat, from the heat of the jungle still clinging to the canvas. It smelled like fabric and sweat and something familiar that made her chest clench. Her knees were unsteady, but she didn't stop moving until she was standing a little past him.
"I shouldn't be here," she murmured.
"I know," he said, voice low as he zipped the flap closed.
Their eyes met, and something in her went hot. She reached out first.
Her hand- one made of flesh and nerves and tremors she couldn't quite control- rose and pressed lightly to his sternum. Poe inhaled, like the contact startled him, but he didn't move away. His heartbeat was strong beneath her fingers.
Nyco stared up at his big, beautiful, brown eyes that she had grown fond of. Everything she had buried deep within herself came boiling to the surface.
"I want you to say it," Nyco whispered, her voice rough as she stepped closer to him. "Say what you've been trying to say for weeks."
"I don't want to pretend I don't think about you every damn time I close my eyes."
His hand slowly brushed some of her hair behind her ear as he continued, "You make me feel like there's still something left worth fighting for after all of this."
Nyco leaned up to kiss him but stopped so her lips barely brushed his as she whispered, "You're a damn fool."
She surged up and kissed him, fierce and unflinching, with all the frustration and longing that had burned in her chest for days. It was a collision of want and hunger. His free hand moved to her jaw, anchoring her like he'd been waiting just as long.
There was no banter. No tension left to hide behind. Just heat, months of stolen glances, pent-up hunger, quiet longing exploding into motion. Her hands were unsure and greedy at the same time, one gripping the back of his neck, the other sliding up his side with a slight jerk from the difference in sensation between skin and metal.
Poe kissed her like he'd been waiting for it since the moment he met her. No hesitation now. She tilted her head to deepen the kiss, as their bodies locked together in motion and instinct.
Poe broke away just long enough to breathe, but it was Nyco who spoke.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she said, voice cracked, breathless.
"I don't care," he said, stealing another kiss.
Nyco pulled back, barely. "What will the others think?"
"I really don't care what they think," he whispered against her mouth. "Let them think what they want."
"You say that now," she murmured, but her voice was trembling-not from doubt, but from the weight of wanting him. She would do anything to have his lips on hers again, despite her words.
"I've meant it for months," Poe said. His hand slid to her waist, then to her hips, grounding her. "I want you, Nyco. Not the watered-down version you've been trying to be."
She kissed him again. Fiercely. Desperately.
Nyco kissed harder as Poe's hand splayed against her hip. His thumb rubbed slow, rough, and deliberate circles over the fabric of her pants.
She didn't move- not because she didn't want it, but because she didn't want to ruin it. Didn't want to scare him off. This wasn't just heat. It wasn't just a need. It was the terrifying ache of feeling something that she had never experienced before.
He kissed her like she was the only thing in the galaxy. His mouth traced the corner of hers, then her jaw. Down her neck, where his breath made her skin warm before his lips followed. He lingered at the space just beneath her ear, pressing a kiss there that made her body fill with warmth.
Nyco shivered. "If you're trying to tease me, you're doing an annoyingly good job."
"I'm not trying to do anything," Poe murmured against her skin.
Her expression softened, just slightly, only for him before she met his lips again. She felt the way his muscles tensed, the way he pulled in a sharp breath through his teeth, and how he didn't stop her.
She pulled him closer until their bodies were flush, her chest rising and falling fast against his. He responded with a low groan before slipping a hand beneath the back of her shirt, exploring the scarred heat of her spine with reverent slowness.
Nyco inhaled sharply at the sensation- his warmth, his hands, the way he touched her- how gentle and loving it was.
Her flesh-covered fingers curled in the curls at the base of his neck, gripping tight like she was afraid she'd slip and fall away if she let go. She'd spent months keeping herself distant, but now here she was, in his arms like a storm finally allowed to hit land.
Poe held her like he understood that. Like he'd been ready for it. Like he was built to take it.
They stood there curled together, limbs tangled, breath still catching in the low heat of the tent. Their chests rose and fell in a quiet sync. Nothing about it was neat or elegant. Her blonde hair was stuck to her sweaty skin. His hand was rough as he pulled her closer to him.
Nyco could only hope that nobody needed anything from them anytime soon. Her thoughts were pulled back to Poe's fingers, his touch gentle, gliding underneath her tank top, and running across her skin. They fed off of each other's energy, Poe's desperation obvious from the growing bulge in his trousers and his hungry kisses.
"Hmm, someone's eager," Nyco teased quietly, as his lips found their way back to her neck. As he sucked gently on a spot of skin right on her collarbone. Nyco couldn't keep in the moan that had been softly pleading to escape. She didn't feel the need to keep it down. To swallow it like she had to with Hux. No, she let it out softly, breathlessly.
He paused and looked at her through his lashes. Nyco's cheeks heated up a little under his admiring gaze. "I'm gonna worship you," he groaned, the confession between heavy breaths before returning his lips to hers. Nyco's hands ran through his curls; she was obsessed with the way they felt brushing through her fingers. His teeth tugged on her bottom lip gently, and in return, she gave his hair a small yank, not hard enough to hurt. He moaned into her kiss.
Nyco's other hand trailed over his side, she soaked in the grooves and muscle, her fingers brushing against the pants. Poe's breathing hitched. He pulled away from her kiss and grabbed her wrist. "You first."
Nyco just stared at him, slightly confused but obliged. In her almost 15 years of being sexually active, she had never once been put first. Even in her two-year 'situationship' with Hux, he had never once done what Poe was doing right now.
Nyco's stomach did flip-flops as she took in the devilish look he had on his face, desire consuming her. Her body felt hot and sweaty, and she wondered if it was just from the humidity.
Poe stared down at her. Her body was hot all over, sweat sticking to uncomfortable places. And her thighs ... a burning need emerged between them, soaking the thin linen of her undergarments.
His closeness made her heart rate pick up.
Little beads of sweat began to stick Poe's curls to his forehead as he slid a hand down the front of her pants. Nyco shuddered when his fingers traced the waistband of her underwear, and she instinctively grabbed his muscled forearm.
"Poe," Nyco groaned quietly.
Poe looked from where her hand was gripping him and back to her eyes. "Do you trust me?"
Nyco swallowed hard, and her hand started to slip away. She nodded weakly. "Of course, I trust you."
"Good girl," he smiled again, and he pulled down her pants, tossing them to the side. For a moment, he paused, taking in her soaked underwear and running his fingers over a long scar on Nyco's hip. He licked his lips and then said in a rather blunt tone, "You're so-"
"Don't you dare say it, Dameron." Nyco cut in, and heat spread across her cheeks. It wasn't anything close to her first time, but this felt so different; no one had ever handled her with this level of care and passion.
Poe tugged her underwear down a little to see how big the scar was. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about," he informed her, lowering his head to her hip. He planted a kiss on the scar, making her breath hitch instantly. He chuckled, and just his warm breath on her skin made Nyco even wetter. "Don't worry, I got you."
His fingers tugged her underwear down with precision and ease, despite the damp fabric clinging to her. He spread Nyco's legs wide and placed one of them on his shoulder. Lowering himself down before hooking his arm around her inner thigh. He smiled up at her, Nyco's pretty face hot with desire.
Nyco gasped as soon as he dove between her legs. He littered a mixture of kisses and bites all across her inner thighs, earning a few more moans from Nyco. But this time Poe didn't stop and look up at her; instead, he worked his way closer and closer to her core. Poe was quick to make contact with her. Nyco moaned as her head fell back before she brought her mechanical hand to her mouth in an attempt to muffle the sounds he was coaxing out of her.
Any coherent thoughts Katie had left the moment he flicked his tongue over her clit before sucking on it with feverish excitement. Heat shot up her spine, her brain buzzing as he continued showering her in kisses with a mixture of licking and sucking on her sensitive spots. The sensation made her weak; she didn't know how she was still standing upright. His tongue only moved with more enthusiasm at the reactions pulled from her. He muttered something into her pussy, doing anything that would get him more of her.
Nyco whimpered out his name and reflexively attempted to close her legs, but he held them open with all his strength. His arms wrapped around her thigh tightly. Nyco's hands scrambled, eventually landing in his dark curls. She tugged, hips bucking against his face, making him groan even more. Poe devoured her like a starving man.
"Poe," she whined, and then a little louder. "Poe!"
"Don't wake up the whole camp," he muttered, his voice low but laced with need. Nyco's hips couldn't stop bucking forward, riding his face as she felt her orgasm building at the base of her stomach. Poe was completely transfixed. It's all he's ever wanted and more. He wanted to be here, nestled between her thighs. He'd do this every day, every night, whenever she wanted, for as long as he was alive.
Poe went back to sucking on her clit. He knew she was close to release as her legs started to tremble, and it was clear he had no intentions of slowing down at any point in time. He paid all his attention to her clit as he snaked one hand up and sank two fingers knuckle-deep into her entrance in tandem. "Fuck," Nyco moaned, tugging on his hair once again, "Fuck- Poe-"
She choked on a cry when she finally finished. He groaned, loud and drawn out, when he finally got a taste of her. The orgasm felt long, like the ocean bringing her in and out, and Nyco's whole body trembled. He continued lapping at her clit as it pulsed under his tongue, his fingers curling inside her through the orgasm. When she finally breathed out and started to come down from the high of it all, Poe stayed between her thighs, allowing his tongue to gently swirl her clit.
Nyco struggled to keep her voice quiet; it was hoarse from overstimulation. "Poe, please, you have to stop," she begged, yanking his head up from between her legs. He gave her a stupid smile, making her heart clench. Nyco's body was hot and sweaty. He unwound his arms from her thighs, bringing his fingers that were still covered with her wetness to his mouth, tasting the last of her orgasm. Nyco watched him, eyes wide and cheeks hot, until he was looking at her again with those beautiful brown eyes.
"You taste incredible," Poe hummed as he raised himself up slightly. His hands travel from her thighs to holding her hips as he presses kisses along Nyco's jaw.
"Want a taste?" Poe murmured, hand sliding under her shirt and fingers skirting her ribs as he slowly walked her over to his cot.
Nyco crashed her lips back to his, half nodding to what he was saying. His hands moved higher, thumbs grazing over the underside of her breasts.
Nyco shuddered when his thumb brushed over one of her nipples, making her squirm in his arms. It was so slow, so patient, so good, it had her wanting more. And Nyco couldn't stop the words from tumbling out, "I want to have sex."
She cringed at her own words for just a second, separating herself from the heat in her core. She was once one of the most respected and feared assassins in the galaxy, but now she was a blushing mess, blurting out horny nonsense.
"We don't have to if you don't want to," Nyco said quickly, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious. It's not like he just had his tongue inside her pussy, not even a full minute ago.
"Yes," he replied, voice desperate and urgent. "Yes, please."
As Nyco practically ripped off her tank top, he kissed her with heat, messily pulling down his pants as he met her energy. Nyco pulled away from his lips out of pure curiosity and desire. She savored every inch of new skin being revealed to her as he slowly lowered them to the tent ground. He was in too much of a rush to make it to the cot that sat just a few feet away from them.
He crawled on top of Nyco, immediately pressing his lips to hers. She could taste herself still on his mouth, and her arms wrapped around his shoulders instantly. He grabbed onto her face before leaning in for a messy and breathless kiss. His teeth tugged at her bottom lip, earning a moan from Nyco. Poe released her lower lip and smiled into another kiss.
"Poe," Nyco huffed, her mouth pulling back into a sweet smile to meet his.
He moved away from her lips, planting messy and sloppy kisses until he found the crook of her neck. His voice was muffled against her neck, but she could tell he was desperate and aching. Nyco felt his hard length against her stomach, smearing precum on her stomach.
He roughly kissed her neck as he grasped his cock and gave it a few quick pumps before teasing the head against her dripping wet folds. Her legs instinctively opened wider for him, hoping to whatever gods were out there that she would be able to stay quiet enough not to wake up the whole damn camp.
He began to push inside her slowly, letting her adjust with each inch. "Okay, okay ... uh ...- oh, fuck." Just the feeling of her tight warmth wrapped around his cock had him biting into her shoulder. He could hardly string together a word, could hardly think, as he sank deeper and deeper into her.
When he was finally all the way in, all he could do was breathe into her neck. Nyco whined, locking her legs around his waist. It was better than she could've imagined. If Nyco had thought originally that the night would go this way, she would've at least brushed her hair. Poe didn't care, though.
"Mmhmm ..." He groaned, unable to form a sentence. Nyco felt him pull back before pushing into her in a deep thrust, making her shiver. She wanted him so badly that it was humiliating; a pink blush tinted her nose and cheeks. "You feel so good," he muttered.
She pulled on his hair, and his head lifted from her neck. His lips were swollen from kissing her. She knew her's probably looked the same. But that didn't matter right now as he held her gaze and began thrusting into her a little faster. She knew that in the dark hours of the night, when she was alone, she would think back to how he looked right now.
His muscled body was covered in sweat. His dark brown curls were a mess, falling into his face and dripping with sweat. A blushing, breathless mess as he looked down at her. She knew when he looked down at her, he just saw her, no one else. Not a past lover or a monster.
Poe lifted one of her legs higher on his waist, but his other hand stayed around her waist, keeping her nestled against him.
"Poe," Nyco whimpered, feeling him nudge her clit with each roll of his hips. Despite his desperation, his pace was tender and relaxed, making sure she was enjoying every second of it. This was all he ever wanted: to be close to someone like this, to find intimacy with someone he had true feelings for. All the other times had been stepping stones, leading to this moment with Nyco, where her warmth enveloped him so nicely and her gaze made him want to cum on the spot. A weaker, far less dedicated man would've given up on her months ago.
His hips began to move a little faster, pushing even deeper inside of her, as his mouth swallowed her moans in a hungry kiss. Her nails dragged down his shoulder blades, leaving marks for him to examine later, like a predator with its prey. Goosebumps raised on his skin, feeling himself get closer ... and closer ... and closer. If Nyco kept digging her nails into him like that, he'd surely lose his grasp on reality.
"Poe," Nyco croaked out when his lips broke from hers, "Poe, are you close?"
He could hardly say anything else but, "Mm ..."
Nyco thought she could get there by now from his tongue earlier, but she needed a little more friction. Bumping against her clit wasn't enough. "Okay, okay," Nyco rambled, reaching down between her legs to touch herself.
Poe opened his eyes, realizing what she was doing, immediately envious of her hand. "No, let me," he murmured, voice like honey, and found her clit easily. His excitement made her laugh a little, which brought a smile to his lips.
He shifted a little, pulling back ever so slightly, before going back in at a different angle, one that brushed against a special spot. The stimulation had Nyco's back arching, moans slipping out of her lips like a chant.
"Is ... this ... better?" He asked, panting after each word.
Her voice was strained when she answered, "Y-Yes."
He knew how close he was, but all he cared about at this moment was finishing at the same time as Nyco. He needed to see that look on her face when she reached her peak. He only got to see it a little bit when he lifted his eyes while eating her out, watching the way her lips parted and heat flushed her face.
His fingers rubbed tight circles on her aching clit- he took note of exactly what got Nyco right where he wanted her, and she was close. So, so close already. Poe had a way of touching her that felt inquisitive, yet effortless. Like he wanted to learn which spots made her moan the loudest, while also already knowing without even touching her. Nyco grew to like him not just because of his charismatic smile or his positivity, but also for the way he was willing to learn with her, the way he needed her. And right now, he needed her to cum more than anything.
Tension coiled in Nyco's lower abdomen, making her gasp out, "Poe- fuck- Poe, I'm gonna-"
"I know, I know," he rasped. His pace was nearing brutal, his whole body shaking as he held off his release for her. "Together. We'll- together."
And then, Nyco's muscles tightened before she came undone underneath him. She put a hand over her mouth as she cried out, careful of the rest of the camp hearing. Poe's fingers kept the same pace, and it all just felt too, too good. Her orgasm went on forever, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her. Poe groaned low, finally spilling into her. His hips stuttered. His mouth gasped for air against her lips, as he felt a ripple of relief from emptying himself inside of her. He bit into her shoulder again to muffle his noises.
Once the aftershocks hit both of them, he slumped on top of her, breathing in the scent of her hair. Nyco's chest was rising and falling with the fast beat of her heart. Nyco's eyes were half-lidded as she watched him. He looked like an intricate painting; she couldn't help but admire the sight.
He whispered so softly that she almost didn't hear him, "I love you."
Nyco didn't flinch. She didn't bolt or stiffen as Poe kissed her again, slowly and affectionately. There was no urgency now, no breathless momentum. Just affection. Just wanting her, not for her sharp edges or the steel in her spine, but for everything beneath that. The pieces she never let anyone else see. Just love.
