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Finn/Poe - dom/sub, compatible kinks

(Anonymous) 2016-01-15 09:57 am (UTC)(link)
Poe is into being dominated and after they've been dating/sleeping together for a bit he casually asks Finn if that's something he'd be comfortable with/interested in trying. Finn is kind of like "sure why not," mostly just out of curiosity/thinking it'll be fun because Poe likes it.

However, once he's actually in the situation, Finn finds himself *really* unexpectedly turned on and into it. The whole power play aspect really hits some buttons for him from his stormtrooper days and he finds he really likes the fantasy of being the one powerful and in control for a change. Poe in turn is super taken aback and turned on by how into it Finn gets, and they end up having amazing sex and are both totally giddy about it + overwhelmed with affection for each other afterword.

This could totally go on into whatever crazy sexploits they get up to once they've had the initial kink compatibility revelation. Maybe Finn starts doing research and coming up with ideas for stuff they could try on his own. Maybe for a couple weeks "responsibilities" and "sleep" kind of fall by the wayside because they can't keep their hands off each other.

I also don't have super specific kinks in mind for this, especially if you choose to take it in the direction of them ~experimenting~ afterwards, it's really up to you! I mostly just want that initial elation of "Oh my god!! I'm so into this!! You're so into this!!! that's so hot I love you!!!!!"
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Re: Finn/Poe - dom/sub, compatible kinks

[personal profile] 13_machka 2016-01-29 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi, I was wondering if you'd mind if I use this prompt for inspiration fot a big bang BECAUSE THIS IS PREFECT AND I WANT TO WRITE SO MANY WORDS FOR IT!!!
Pretty please?
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Fill: Must Be Good To You (Poe/Finn, rated Explicit)

[personal profile] mardia 2016-03-21 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
“You sure this is okay?” Finn presses.

It’s the third time he’s asked, but Poe still smiles up at him, flexing his wrists in Finn’s loose grip. “It’s fine, I promise. You do anything I don’t like, I’ll speak up.”

“Promise?” Finn asks, glancing up at where his hand is holding both of Poe’s wrists above his head.

“I promise,” Poe insists, but Finn’s not looking at Poe’s face, he’s looking at the sight of his own hand on Poe’s wrists, not understanding why the sight has heat spreading through him, why it feels so...so good to have Poe like this, lying beneath him, so pliant--

“Okay,” he says, mostly to himself. “All right, then.”

Slowly, slowly Finn readjusts his weight, lines himself up so that his cock is rubbing against Poe’s, and the feel of it has Finn groaning, has his hand tightening around Poe’s wrists before he can think twice--and Finn immediately goes to loosen his grip, the apology lying in wait on his tongue but Poe’s eyes are closed, his face tilted up as his mouth falls open on a gasp, and Finn--

For all of Poe’s reassurances, and even though Finn had said he’d try, Finn still isn’t prepared for it, the way Poe looks, how it feels to have Poe like this, pinned down beneath him, unresisting, his hips moving up in tiny, almost instinctive thrusts--

“Oh,” Finn says faintly to himself, and readjusts once more, so he’s gripping Poe’s wrists with both of his hands now, Poe’s arms pinned down to the bunk on either side of his head, and Poe lets out a low groan, his head falling back against the pillow as he moans out, “Finn, yeah, that’s it--”

And it’s suddenly easy, it’s so easy to give in and just move, to grind his hips against Poe’s, his cock dragging against Poe’s hip and stomach, easy to use his strength and keep Poe pinned down, his hands tightening as Poe twists and strains against his grip, because he knows, he knows that Poe doesn’t really want to be freed. Not when Poe hasn’t said the word ‘red’, not when Poe is gasping for air and saying over and over, “Finn, Finn--” as he moves with Finn, his cock leaking between them, his dark eyes staring up into Finn’s face…

And Finn, he doesn’t have the words for this, how good this feels, how the rush of desire that’s pulsing through him now isn’t like anything he’s felt before, how it’s thrilling and wonderful and-- “This is so good,” he groans out, still moving in that rough rhythm against Poe, his cock throbbing as he grinds down. “How is this so good?”

“Thank the gods,” Poe gasps out, his voice hoarse, “Knew it’d be good with you but, ah--” he hisses sharply as Finn moves against him just so, “--I wanted you to love it, I wanted you to--oh gods, Finn, harder, please, I want it to hurt--”

Poe’s asking, he’s pleading, and so Finn does it, his heart pounding as he tightens his grip even more, to the point where he knows there will be bruises, and Poe cries out sharply, lurching up to capture Finn’s mouth with his, desperately licking into Finn’s mouth, his moans muffled as Finn kisses him and kisses him, his teeth scraping against Poe’s lower lip as they move together, as Finn holds Poe down and takes everything Poe is offering, everything that Poe gives him.

Finn comes first, his come spilling over Poe’s cock and groin and stomach, hot and slick between them, and once Finn can breathe again, once he’s not trembling with the aftershocks, he quickly moves to hold Poe’s wrists with one hand again, gripping Poe’s cock with his free hand and roughly using his own come to jerk him off, drinking up Poe’s desperate cries until Poe’s spilling into his hand, Finn’s name on his lips, his dark eyes staring up at Finn like there’s nothing else, nothing else in the world that matters.

Finn collapses next to Poe, letting go of his wrists at last, his hands aching as he does--but it doesn’t matter, not when Poe is crawling on top of him, kissing him feverishly in between mumbled endearments--

“--that was so good, oh, sweetheart, that was perfect, you were perfect--”

His skin prickling with mingled embarrassment and delight at Poe’s praise, Finn ducks his head into Poe’s neck, kissing Poe’s throat, his teeth scraping a little as he sucks at Poe’s pulse point. Finn can’t explain why he does it, only that in the moment, it feels right to set his teeth in a little, give a sharp little nip that has Poe going rigid against him, groaning loudly into the silence of the room.

Finn lifts his head at this, intrigued. “Biting? That works for you too?”

Poe blinks at Finn, his eyes wide and a little stunned. “The makers preserve me,” he says, blankly. “This is going to be amazing.”

“So,” Finn says, starting to smile a little, “--that’s a yes, then?”

“That’s a hell yes, now please do that again,” Poe says, emphatic, and Finn grins back at him before he leans back in to do as Poe asks, but harder this time, like Poe wants--like they both want.

Later, when they’re dozing in bed, Finn asks in a soft whisper, “Will there be bruises, do you think?” as he runs his thumb along the delicate jutting bones in Poe’s wrist.

“Hope so,” Poe mutters sleepily, turning his face into the nape of Finn’s neck. “I want to remember this.”

Me too, Finn thinks but doesn’t say aloud. Instead he drops a kiss into Poe’s mussed hair, his eyelids growing heavy as he falls into sleep.

(More of this fic is over at the AO3 if you're interested!)