Could I uhhh request some thigh riding with one Poe Dameron? 👀
random little saucy pwp | 650 words
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“That’s it,” Poe grunts. His hands guide your hips; you’re straddling his thigh.
The lights are dim in your shared quarters, BB-8 is powered down and charging. It’s a quiet evening on Yavin IV. Lights twinkle outside your window, the trees sway in the breeze. But you’re not paying attention to any of that. You are grateful the window is open though, that breeze is drifting in and cooling your sweaty foreheads.
Your clothed center is rubbing deliciously against Poe’s thigh. The friction burns in just the right way, and each time he clenches his thick thigh, you jolt. His shirt is open, and your hands are all over his skin. You weave your hands into his curls and tilt his head back. His eyes close from the slight tug, and he exposes his neck to you, a perfect canvas to kiss.
His hands still move your hips, helping you find your release. His pants are tight, he wants his release, but you come first. That’s his rule.
His hips buck up when you kiss along his neck and jaw. His facial hair scrapes a little, he’s starting to let it grow. A beard is forming on his jaw.
“I can’t,” you groan, it’s not enough friction. You’re tensing up too much.
“Relax baby,” he coos and pulls you over to sit more fully in his lap. Your center pressing against his straining cock. He groans loudly, feeling the warmth of you.
“I need to feel you,” you whimper, tugging on the chain around his neck. There’s no ring on it any longer because it’s around your finger.
“You gotta stand up then, sweetheart,” he kisses your neck. When you stand, your knees wobble and he tugs your pants and underwear down your hips in a quick motion. Guiding you back on his lap, you fumble with his belt and pull him out. He hisses when you touch him, and you tremble as he lines himself up with your entrance.
When your bodies connect, you push his head back again and kiss his neck. Your fingers raking through his curls again. His eyes close in bliss, and a smile curves across his lips. His eyebrows crease from the intensity as your bodies move.
Your sighs alert him to your approaching high, and he moves his hips a little faster. When you come around him, it triggers his high. His groan is loud and you’re sure if there’s anyone outside nearby they could hear him. You bury your face into the crook of his neck, and his head flops forward on your shoulder with a happy sigh.
Looking over Poe’s shoulder, now you see the lights and the trees sway in the breeze.
“I’m so glad we came here,” you sigh, the breeze smells like oncoming rain.
“That a euphemism?” he mumbles into your neck, giving you a playful bite. You squeal and give him a little push on his chest.
“You’re a tease,” you shake your head.
“You’re smiling though,” he looks at you with a brow raised.
“It’s because I love you, General,” you purr in his ear.
He gives your ass a smack and squeezes, “that kinda remark will get you everywhere, honey.”
“I know,” your smile starts off coy, but the more he looks at you, the more flustered you get.
“I’m happy we came here too,” he smiles, your hands still in his curls. “You’re home wherever I am, but showing you where I grew up-“ his voice wavers while he looks at your face. He steals a quick kiss from your cheek.
You stay there for a moment, in each other’s arms. Then the rain rolls in, and you close the window.
“Join me in the fresher?” Poe asks, stroking your back.
“What’s in it for me?” you tease.
“I was thinking…me?” he teases back. “Yes,” he whispers against your lips, “that is a euphemism.”
