#despiste he having had it for the WHOLE MORNING

[cepheusgalaxy]

He used the laptop all day today as well >:(

[pinkiemme]

Those sinful lips! (Poe x Reader)

Hi!!!! This is my first fic, I just really REALLY love Poe, and English is not my first language so I’m sorry for all the mistakes!

Summary: Poe has the softest lips on the whole galaxy and you love them (pre-relationship)

Words: 1845 !! Wow  

I don’t know who or where the gif belongs to, I’m so sorry!! 

It was his thing. You knew it was his thing. Yet, you coulnd’t help it, you hated it every time he did it. You hated Poe Dameron and his damn perfect plush lips. The first time you felt his mouth against your skin you had just joined the Resistance. You were assigned to fix up a beautiful ship, you felt a little intimidated by it, since you had just arrived, but it seems like your experience as a mechanic in Coruscant was enough. Or maybe they wanted you to prove yourself worthy of being there.

And that you did indeed. You worked really hard on that ship, an barely sleep for a few days. It needed a lot of work, and on some occasion, when you were working on it, your mind wandered off to its last mission, and the whereabouts of its pilot. You hoped they were alright.

You were almost done. And it was late. Really late. But there were only a couple things left to finish. So you set your mind on staying up all night if nedeed. Despiste trying hard to stay awake, sometime in the middle of the night you fell asleep, your body too tired to keep working. You woke up slowly, feeling your whole body ache for the akward position you slept on, leaning on the X-Wing. You got up too fast, groaning once you were on your own feet, and supporting you with one hand on one of the wings. You rubbed your forehead with your free hand and a softer groan escaped your lips this time. When you lifted your head and observed the hangar you noticed it was still dark, you had time to finish what you were doing before the sunrise. Then your eyes fell on your toolbox, there, next to it was a steaming cup of what you suppossed was coffee. You got closer, with your brow furrowed, and when the smell of coffee hit your nostrils you felt your lips curving in a smile instantly. You let out a quiet thank you as your hand reached the cup, thanking whoever had left it there for you, and your smile didn’t flatter for a second while you finished it, closing your eyes as you felt it warm you up. You finished rather quickly after that, and just as the sky was starting to have a clearer tone, you were laying on your bed, falling asleep with a small smile still on your lips.

You got up with the sound of your alarm after a few hours of rest. And when you went to the hangar after eating some breakfast, ready for your new assignment, the X-Wing was gone. It wasn’t on its spot. For a moment you frantically looked for it with your roaming eyes. “Y/N!” You turned to the source of the sound with your whole body. It was a fellow mechanic, you didn’t catch his name just yet. “Hey, Dameron looked really happy with his ship this morning when he left with his squadron! He even said that he wants you to fix his X-Wing again!” He had a big smile on his face and seemed really excited. You felt your face heat up at his words. Dameron? As in the Poe Dameron? He was the pilot of the beautiful ship? You stuttered for a bit and gave him a nod, not knowing what to say. “Y-yeah… thanks? I… I need to know my next assignment…” You looked at him while you talked and saw his smile grow wider. “They were looking for you, just go that way”, you followed the direction your fellow mechanic gave you, thanking him.

After that you were busy all day with little tasks, distracted with them. When the sun was setting you heard commotion coming from the hangar, and you went there, maybe Black Squadron had arrived. Just as you entered the hangar you knew you were right. And for the sight of it, it had been a successful mission. You felt a big smile on your face, everyone looked really happy. Your eyes went to his ship. There he was. It was the first time you actually looked at him. You watched as he took off his helmet and ran a hand though his hair, laughing at something someone said, and you kept watching him as he got out of the cockpit and climbed down the ladder. “Where is she?”, oh, his voice. You felt suddenly hot and ashamed of being ogling him like this, you averted your eyes from him and instead saw someone pointing your direction. “There you are!” You looked at Poe again as he talked, was he looking at you? Was he looking for you? You started panicking as you watched him getting closer to you. This coulnd’t be happening. You coulnd’t stop looking at his face with a smug smile on his lips that only got bigger as he got to you. He looked too happy. You awkwardly waved your hand at him, not knowing what was he doing here, with you. “My ship! It has never worked so well! And the mission went so frickin’ great, I’m telling you, from now on you are my lucky charm!” You felt a smile forming on your lips and bounced a little on your toes, happy to hear him praise you like that. And then it happened. He put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you to him pressing his soft lips on your forehead for a moment and whispering a quiet “thank you, Y/N” only for you to hear, feeling his lips move against your skin while he murmured it. And as fast as he was on you, he disappeared. Someone touched his back and he turned to talk vigorously with them. Your hand went to the place on your neck that he had touched, feeling your skin hot, and tingling against your own fingers. And then you realized, he had the softest lips you had never felt before.

After that, you often got to fix his ship, and if you were around when he had to go on a mission he would come to you and give you a kiss on your cheek. “A kiss goodluck, see ya’ sweetheart!” He winked at you as he climbed to the cockpit. Every time you felt his lips on your skin you felt it grow hot, and you hated how your fingers traced that same spot again and again for the rest of the day. You hated how it wasn’t anything special. He was a touchable person, and you had seen him kissing so many people already, on the cheek, on the forehead, on their hand. He just kissed everyone, with those sinful lips. And you hated how he felt unaffected every time he kissed you.

You wanted more. Every time you felt his lips on your skin, brushing it, your heart fluttered a bit, and your breath stopped for a second. And everytime you felt more frustrated. You wanted, no, you needed to feel his soft lips caressing the skin on your neck, and you needed them pressed against your own. You didn’t know how much of this you could take.

It was months after that first kiss that you finally snapped. You were eating lunch, and Poe was sitting next to you, his thigh bumping against yours. The whole squadron was there. And when something made him laugh really hard he would put his hand on your leg and squeeze it. God, he was driving you insane. You bit your bottom lip for what seemed to be the hundredth time to keep a soft whine that wanted to escape your mouth. The conversation finally turned to a more serious tone, so you could eat your lunch peacefully at least. You weren’t even listening to their talk, too focused on trying not to think on your legs pressed against each other. But you were aware when Poe stoped his rambling, and you could feel his eyes on you, getting you nervous. You couldn’t eat like this. So you got up with your plate on your hands. If you couldn’t eat at least you could go work, there were things to fix up that needed your attention. You hadn’t even got properly up when Poe grabbed your bare forearm, a question starting to form on his lips. You let out a yelp, his touch burning you, and moved your arm away from his hand too quickly. The sound of your plate crashing against the floor was heard on the whole cantina. You looked at Poe with regret on your eyes. And for what seemed like ages no one let out a word. The silence broke when a droid got to your table to start cleaning the mess you had done. You knew your face was red,and you averted your eyes from Poe’s, ashamed. He was looking at you with those brown eyes, you could tell he was confused, and you barely heard him when he said “...I’m sorry”. But you did. And it was not his fault.

You got on your knees and helped the droid besides its protests. You could hear people returning to their conversations and you let out a trembling breath trying to calm yourself before having to face Poe again. “Shit!” You closed your hand on a fist as you felt your finger sting with a cut. And Poe was there in a second, invading your space once more. When he reached out and grabbed your hand in his you hissed in pain. He gently opened your trembling hand with both of his. And then, he smiled at you as he brought your finger to his mouth. You couldn’t believe this, the feel of his hand wrapping around yours and his hot mouth against your fingertip. He even dared to stick his tongue out and lick it. This time you did left out a whine, sounding too much like a moan for your taste. “Stop”. Your voice sounded much more steady than what you imagined it would sound like. He stopped immediately and dropped your hand. You felt the cold air on your humid fingertip as you got up. “You gotta stop this, Poe”. Now he was the one that looked embarrassed. “Stop what?” You couldn’t take it anymore. “Stop touching me.” Your voice sounded pained when you said it. And he reached out to you but stopped himself just before he touched your skin. You could still feel the heat he was radiating. You could still smell him, and you just wanted to hide your face on the crook of his neck. You looked him firmly on the eyes, and then, just before you turned around, your eyes betrayed you as you looked at that sinful mouth and darted your tongue out to lick your bottom lip. You got out of the cantina fast enough that Poe didn’t have time to process what had just happened and go after you.