Poe Dameron likes Rey. He likes her spitfire spirit, the way she grins, her laughter and wide-eyed incredulity when he shows her something he’s taken for granted all his life. He likes that, even though she grew up on a harsh, desert world, she’s so soft, so kind and caring. BB-8 informs him immediately that she has been upgraded to Close-Friend-Rey and the droid suggests that Poe do the same.
The day after that, they have sex for the first time.
Poe reflects upon this, positive that this is not exactly the status upgrade that the little droid intended. But she is important to him. He loves her, loves the way she shows him so clearly what she likes, the frustrated little noises she makes when he needs to move this way, lower, to the left—and then, gloriously, the way she threads her fingers through his hair and pulls him in, yes, just like that, right there.
But after her offhanded comment (why would he be thinking such things, why would he even want what he wants, and with her—to her? it’s sick, it’s wrong, it’s degrading) makes a whole mental image grow within his mind, Poe can’t even bring himself to look at her. He hates how much it arouses him, thinking of her carrying his child. It’s a child; it’s meant to be innocent, a glorious and happy time. Instead, all he can think of when he spills himself on his sheets alone at night is splaying her legs wide, having her beg for his cum, beg for him to pump her full of it, to breed her.
He feels sick, watching her smile and tease BB-8 as they work on a bit of the Falcon’s landing gear. She jumps up quickly to her feet, all lithe energy, taut like a bowstring—but, stars, he wants to see her rounded and full and walking slowly, he wants to see her caress her round belly and to know that that’s his seed, his claim on her, and no other’s.
It’s wrong.
Poe tries not to think about it. He thinks, instead, about flying, about drills and practice with his squadron. He thinks about the mission, about how much it means to him—and it does, nothing in the galaxy means more to him than ensuring a safe place where the next generation can live in peace, without the looming threat and fear.
He resolutely does not think about his next generation. Rey doesn’t want that. And his fantasy, or… whatever it is… is something so shameful, so beneath him, that he would never, ever admit it.
It’s not even about the child, for him. All of his feelings, tangled up in knots that wrench at him and sit heavily in his gut whenever she looks up at him with those wide doe eyes, they’re wrong.
He can never let her know.
Poe’s on his way back from the mess hall when Rey finds him. There’s a group of technicians coming up behind him, and Rey sees him, and he thinks, absurdly, that he could just turn around and avoid her, but for the fact that it would be horribly rude and desperately cowardly.
“Hey, you busy?” Rey smiles up at him, all innocence and sweetness, Poe thinks. “I’ve got something I’m sure you need to take a look at.”
“Yeah, okay.” Poe smiles back. He follows her down the hall. She always seems to be a step ahead of him.
“I was having trouble with this bit and then I think I had a breakthrough.” Rey was saying. She reached back, grabbing his hand, the contact jolting his whole body into awareness. “But you know how it is, the minute you think you haven’t got it, there the solution is. Staring you in the face.”
Poe looks into her face. They’ve stopped, right in front of her quarters. His whole body seems electrified, humming eagerly in response to how close she is, the offer she’s clearly making—after hours, no reason to be here but there they are. This is crossing a boundary. No stolen touches in storage rooms, no running away into the woods. This is her. This is—
“I’m…” Poe licks his suddenly dry lips, hyper-aware of her touch, her gaze. He feels her feather-light touch, the brush of her powers against his mind. Not probing, but… aware. “Rey, I…”
“I want this.” She says softly. “And I think… I think you want it too.”
He smiles sadly at her. “The Force tell you that?”
She clasps his hand more firmly. “No.”
Poe follows her into her quarters. Watching himself, as if from somewhere above and behind his head, hands trembling in an effort to keep himself controlled. She slips the jacket off of her shoulders, pulls the loose shirt up and over her head, and the sight of her peaked coral nipples hits him like a solid blow to the head. She comes to him, pulling at his sweater, clothes falling away even as he tries, he tries, to keep things under control.
He’s not under control.
Not when she’s spread out before him, soft skin on white sheets, legs wrapped around his waist. She’s urging him forward, heels on the backs of his thighs, and he can’t help but imagine how radiant she would look, belly taut, full of his seed…
“Please, Poe…” Rey begs, her voice low and breathy and desperate, groaning as he fills her to the hilt in one slick stroke. “I’m so wet for you, I need you to fuck me…”
Poe gasps out some sort of vaguely guttural response, and pumps into her slowly, then faster, as her legs tense up and her hips grind with each stroke.
“You feel so good, so good inside of me…”
Stars, she’s never talked like this before, never begged, and it’s damaging the very last shred of restraint he has. Poe bites his lip, trying to keep the words he so desperately wants to say from spilling out and ruining the moment.
“I need it, Poe, I need your cum.” Rey whimpers. “Please, please fill me with your cum.”
“Oh fuck—“ Poe feels his jaw go slack, speed increasing as he looks down into her eyes. “Rey, please, please!”
He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for. But Rey’s sharp teeth nip at her plump bottom lip, and her brows furrow as pleasure courses over her. “I want your cum, give me your cum.”
“Rey…” He can only pant her name, feeling her snug, tight heat all around him, all around his cock.
“Fuck a baby into me, Poe.” Rey’s eyes never leave his. “Can you do that for me? Can you give me all of your cum, and put your baby in me? Breed me?”
“Oh stars, Rey, you’re—“ Poe shudders, so close to coming already. He falls forward, catching himself on his arms before he can crush her, and feels her sharp intake of breath when his cock angles forward, hitting even deeper with each thrust.
“Tell me…” She damn near purrs into his ear. “Poe, tell me. Tell me, I want to hear you say it.”
“I want to breed you, I want to fill you up, fuck you until you’re filled, stars, I want you swollen with my baby.” The words don’t stop, they just tumble from his lips onto her skin—but she’s not repelled by them, and she tightens her legs around him as his pace increases to what must be a painfully fast tempo.
“I want your baby, I want it, please Poe I want it!” She keens into his hair. “Poe please, I want it so bad.”
Poe shudders, coming so hard that he can’t even control the noises he makes, hips jerking into her, thrusting sharply, again and again and again. The orgasm rolls through him like a wave, and by the time he can open his eyes he realizes that Rey’s got her hand slicked and tightly swirling between their close-pressed bodies. The thought of her rubbing his seed into her flesh, the little breathy noises she makes as her own pleasure flutters through her is damn near enough to make him come again immediately.
After, when he rolls to the side to keep from flattening her under his bulk, Rey giggles and curls up along his side, draping her leg over his thigh, listening to his heartbeat.
He feels like he should apologize; He feels like they’ve just conquered the universe, and as soon as he has control of his limbs, they’re probably going to do that again.
“Mmm, was that what was bothering you?” Rey kisses his temple, his cheek.
“I thought you would be disgusted…” He confesses. “I didn’t want to… to put you in that position.”
“And what position would that be?” Rey smiles against his skin, flicking out her tongue to lick at the stubble on his jaw. “One leg up in the ‘fresher, while you fill me from behind?”
Poe lets out a low curse, because, hell yes, that’s a great idea.
“I’d be so big, you couldn’t be on top next time we fuck, you know.” Rey sounds so calm, but she’s working her hand down between her legs, fingers slick and sticky, he can hear, over the sound of his heart thudding in his chest. “I bet my breasts would be all swollen with milk, you’d have to be so gentle with me.”
Poe grabs for her, inarticulate, gasping for air. Blessed and blissful beyond all belief. And Rey just grins, and brings herself off again against his thigh.
Next time. There definitely is going to be a next time.
FILL: Poe/Rey - Pregnancy Kink 2/2
The day after that, they have sex for the first time.
Poe reflects upon this, positive that this is not exactly the status upgrade that the little droid intended. But she is important to him. He loves her, loves the way she shows him so clearly what she likes, the frustrated little noises she makes when he needs to move this way, lower, to the left—and then, gloriously, the way she threads her fingers through his hair and pulls him in, yes, just like that, right there.
But after her offhanded comment (why would he be thinking such things, why would he even want what he wants, and with her—to her? it’s sick, it’s wrong, it’s degrading) makes a whole mental image grow within his mind, Poe can’t even bring himself to look at her. He hates how much it arouses him, thinking of her carrying his child. It’s a child; it’s meant to be innocent, a glorious and happy time. Instead, all he can think of when he spills himself on his sheets alone at night is splaying her legs wide, having her beg for his cum, beg for him to pump her full of it, to breed her.
He feels sick, watching her smile and tease BB-8 as they work on a bit of the Falcon’s landing gear. She jumps up quickly to her feet, all lithe energy, taut like a bowstring—but, stars, he wants to see her rounded and full and walking slowly, he wants to see her caress her round belly and to know that that’s his seed, his claim on her, and no other’s.
It’s wrong.
Poe tries not to think about it. He thinks, instead, about flying, about drills and practice with his squadron. He thinks about the mission, about how much it means to him—and it does, nothing in the galaxy means more to him than ensuring a safe place where the next generation can live in peace, without the looming threat and fear.
He resolutely does not think about his next generation. Rey doesn’t want that. And his fantasy, or… whatever it is… is something so shameful, so beneath him, that he would never, ever admit it.
It’s not even about the child, for him. All of his feelings, tangled up in knots that wrench at him and sit heavily in his gut whenever she looks up at him with those wide doe eyes, they’re wrong.
He can never let her know.
Poe’s on his way back from the mess hall when Rey finds him. There’s a group of technicians coming up behind him, and Rey sees him, and he thinks, absurdly, that he could just turn around and avoid her, but for the fact that it would be horribly rude and desperately cowardly.
“Hey, you busy?” Rey smiles up at him, all innocence and sweetness, Poe thinks. “I’ve got something I’m sure you need to take a look at.”
“Yeah, okay.” Poe smiles back. He follows her down the hall. She always seems to be a step ahead of him.
“I was having trouble with this bit and then I think I had a breakthrough.” Rey was saying. She reached back, grabbing his hand, the contact jolting his whole body into awareness. “But you know how it is, the minute you think you haven’t got it, there the solution is. Staring you in the face.”
Poe looks into her face. They’ve stopped, right in front of her quarters. His whole body seems electrified, humming eagerly in response to how close she is, the offer she’s clearly making—after hours, no reason to be here but there they are. This is crossing a boundary. No stolen touches in storage rooms, no running away into the woods. This is her. This is—
“I’m…” Poe licks his suddenly dry lips, hyper-aware of her touch, her gaze. He feels her feather-light touch, the brush of her powers against his mind. Not probing, but… aware. “Rey, I…”
“I want this.” She says softly. “And I think… I think you want it too.”
He smiles sadly at her. “The Force tell you that?”
She clasps his hand more firmly. “No.”
Poe follows her into her quarters. Watching himself, as if from somewhere above and behind his head, hands trembling in an effort to keep himself controlled. She slips the jacket off of her shoulders, pulls the loose shirt up and over her head, and the sight of her peaked coral nipples hits him like a solid blow to the head. She comes to him, pulling at his sweater, clothes falling away even as he tries, he tries, to keep things under control.
He’s not under control.
Not when she’s spread out before him, soft skin on white sheets, legs wrapped around his waist. She’s urging him forward, heels on the backs of his thighs, and he can’t help but imagine how radiant she would look, belly taut, full of his seed…
“Please, Poe…” Rey begs, her voice low and breathy and desperate, groaning as he fills her to the hilt in one slick stroke. “I’m so wet for you, I need you to fuck me…”
Poe gasps out some sort of vaguely guttural response, and pumps into her slowly, then faster, as her legs tense up and her hips grind with each stroke.
“You feel so good, so good inside of me…”
Stars, she’s never talked like this before, never begged, and it’s damaging the very last shred of restraint he has. Poe bites his lip, trying to keep the words he so desperately wants to say from spilling out and ruining the moment.
“I need it, Poe, I need your cum.” Rey whimpers. “Please, please fill me with your cum.”
“Oh fuck—“ Poe feels his jaw go slack, speed increasing as he looks down into her eyes. “Rey, please, please!”
He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for. But Rey’s sharp teeth nip at her plump bottom lip, and her brows furrow as pleasure courses over her. “I want your cum, give me your cum.”
“Rey…” He can only pant her name, feeling her snug, tight heat all around him, all around his cock.
“Fuck a baby into me, Poe.” Rey’s eyes never leave his. “Can you do that for me? Can you give me all of your cum, and put your baby in me? Breed me?”
“Oh stars, Rey, you’re—“ Poe shudders, so close to coming already. He falls forward, catching himself on his arms before he can crush her, and feels her sharp intake of breath when his cock angles forward, hitting even deeper with each thrust.
“Tell me…” She damn near purrs into his ear. “Poe, tell me. Tell me, I want to hear you say it.”
“I want to breed you, I want to fill you up, fuck you until you’re filled, stars, I want you swollen with my baby.” The words don’t stop, they just tumble from his lips onto her skin—but she’s not repelled by them, and she tightens her legs around him as his pace increases to what must be a painfully fast tempo.
“I want your baby, I want it, please Poe I want it!” She keens into his hair. “Poe please, I want it so bad.”
Poe shudders, coming so hard that he can’t even control the noises he makes, hips jerking into her, thrusting sharply, again and again and again. The orgasm rolls through him like a wave, and by the time he can open his eyes he realizes that Rey’s got her hand slicked and tightly swirling between their close-pressed bodies. The thought of her rubbing his seed into her flesh, the little breathy noises she makes as her own pleasure flutters through her is damn near enough to make him come again immediately.
After, when he rolls to the side to keep from flattening her under his bulk, Rey giggles and curls up along his side, draping her leg over his thigh, listening to his heartbeat.
He feels like he should apologize; He feels like they’ve just conquered the universe, and as soon as he has control of his limbs, they’re probably going to do that again.
“Mmm, was that what was bothering you?” Rey kisses his temple, his cheek.
“I thought you would be disgusted…” He confesses. “I didn’t want to… to put you in that position.”
“And what position would that be?” Rey smiles against his skin, flicking out her tongue to lick at the stubble on his jaw. “One leg up in the ‘fresher, while you fill me from behind?”
Poe lets out a low curse, because, hell yes, that’s a great idea.
“I’d be so big, you couldn’t be on top next time we fuck, you know.” Rey sounds so calm, but she’s working her hand down between her legs, fingers slick and sticky, he can hear, over the sound of his heart thudding in his chest. “I bet my breasts would be all swollen with milk, you’d have to be so gentle with me.”
Poe grabs for her, inarticulate, gasping for air. Blessed and blissful beyond all belief. And Rey just grins, and brings herself off again against his thigh.
Next time. There definitely is going to be a next time.