Finn (
hatejakku) wrote in
lina_musebox2018-11-07 09:44 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
;poe

Sex Pollen Pre Relationship
Poe Dies Pre Relationship
Nightmare Early Relationship
Hogwarts AU Pre Relationship
Poe Almost Dies Pre Relationship
MoM AU First Night
Slightly Older Hogwarts AU
Post-TLJ
Bodyguard and Prince AU; overflow
Massage Pre Relationship
Oblivious Poe AU
Cyborg Poe AU
MoM AU Sex Pollen
FO Infiltration Sex Ring
TFLN
Soulmate Tattoo AU
Finn Marries Someone Else AU
Evil Finn AU; overflow: 1, 2
MoM AU Poe 10 Yrs Older
Vamp/Were AU
Missing for a Year/Telepathy AU
MoM AU Poe 'canon' updated
Dark Possessive AU
Married on Yavin AU
MoM AU Sexy Outfits
MoM AU Subway Sex
MoM AU with Melodies!Finn; overflow
MoM AU Photo-Op Kiss
Nearly Old Men AU
MoM AU Rule 63
Online Dating AU
MoM AU Poe Lost His In-Game Memories; overflow
Trans Poe AU
College Roommate AU
TIE Pilot/Prostitute AU
MoM AU Finn Returns from Port-Out
MoM AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Canon AU Manipulative Masturbation Machine
Shape Shifter AU; timeskip
FO Sexual Torture AU
MoM AU Finn Has a Boyfriend
Hades AU Finn Left Alone
MoM AU Apocalypse
MoM AU Poe Died in Canon
Canon AU Handjob in a Hospital (inspiration)
MoM AU Another Apocalypse
WWI Pen-Pal/Love Letters AU
Institutionalized Prostitution AU
MoM AU Body Swap
Post-TROS Victory Party

no subject
No, he would stop. He hadn't actually hurt Finn. That had just been the dreams. He wanted them to be happy, just like Finn wanted. So long as they talked and agreed on things, it would be fine...
Finn swallowed hard and took Poe's hand, intending to lead the way out of this room and to Poe's bunk. And no, he didn't care who saw them, but hopefully, everyone would be working or in the mess.
no subject
He should be the one leading, probably, but he was so side tracked by the phrase 'We both want this' that he didn't even consider that he was slipping in his role. He just needed this so badly that he let Finn lead him on like a puppy.
Luckily, no one saw them, let alone stopped them, and soon they were at Poe's door. He paused, his hand hovering over the pad, before he shot a glance at Finn.
"We both want this."
It was a statement, but there was a question in it - a request for confirmation. He didn't open the door. He just waited. Wanting his cue.
Because as soon as that door was open he was going to give Finn everything he needed.
no subject
But though he was scared and nervous, he couldn't keep denying some things to himself. "I want this," he replied hoarsely. 'Don't hurt me' was on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed it. He was being ridiculous. Poe wasn't the dreams. He'd never hurt him.
no subject
The door closed.
It wasn't even a second later before Poe had his hand around Finn's throat and was pushing him up hard against the wall to take another, brutal kiss. He pressed their bodies flush together as his hand's grip on Finn's throat tightened - but like he promised, it never quite edged to pain.
"You want this," he whispered, as his free hand started roughly pulling open Finn's clothes.
no subject
No matter how fast or rough it was, this was what he'd agreed to. He'd just... forgotten about the rough part. Not being able to breathe, a hand suddenly wrapped around his throat- It was difficult to concentrate on the pleasure rather than the panic.
He didn't want to call it so soon, though. He wanted to try. If he could just find that darkness to slip into, but it wasn't coming for him. Vainly, he tried to gasp Poe's name, needing... something. Anything to take him under before this got worse.
no subject
The pressure of his grip released just enough so that Finn could speak properly.
He wanted to be able to hear that plea, again.
no subject
He tried to use the second that he knew was short to center himself. He needed to trust Poe more than this, just let himself go. The hand on his cock, once he finally registered its presence after his panic, was helping. It made all of this feel good in that worst way. But Poe was giving him pleasure. Poe was giving him what he said he wanted.
"Poe-" He needed to find that darkness but he had no idea how. His eyes were shut tight, chest moving rapidly, and mouth open. He just... needed Poe to help him find it.
no subject
“I’m so hard, Finn— touch me, see how much I want you, how fully I’m going to claim you—“
no subject
He whimpered from the hand shuttling over his cock, pushing his hips against Poe's. His breath was stuttering, waiting for the hand to clamp down on him again without knowing when. But this was Poe giving him a second, and he was grateful for it.
Though his hand fumbled, everything going faster than he could keep up with, he did find Poe's cock. He gripped the hard length beneath fabric before his hand started trying to figure out how to get to him. At the same time, his mind was screaming, wondering exactly what the hell he thought he was doing. But this already felt good and he trusted Poe, so it didn't matter. He trusted Poe. Poe was going to take care of him. It was the only way to destroy his nightmares.
But he was getting frustrated and anxious for not being able to get to his cock like this. "Please-" Instead, his hand wrapped around the outline, trying to give back.
no subject
“I’m going to make you suck on it, Finn,” he growled, teeth grazing his neck. “I’m going to grab you by the throat and push you down and then feed you my cock. You want it. Don’t you. Tell me how hungry you are for it—“
no subject
He was still very aware of everything, though, not drowning yet but at least he could feel it now. Their next step, what Poe wanted him to do, would get him there fast. After all, it worked last time in practically an instant. This time would be... better. It would be better, he could tell. Knowing that Poe wanted something done to him that Finn could provide already made it better, rather than last time when he was just apparently humoring him.
"I want it," he gasped, repeating himself. He gulped, his Adam's apple brushing over Poe's hand and making his cock twitch. Lightly, he pushed against all of the pressure Poe had on his body, just to see what he'd do, if anything. "Please, Poe. I can do it. I'll make it good. I want it."
This type of begging was different, he told himself. It was different... somehow.
no subject
He pulled back just far enough to be able to push Finn down roughly to his knees, before pulling up his cock and pressing the head to Finn's lips, a hungry light in his eye.
"Show me," he demanded. "Suck my cock like it's the only thing you've ever wanted."
no subject
At this point, he couldn't really tell if he was drowning or not. He just wanted to be, if that even made sense. Trying to chase it, he pressed Poe's blunt cock against his gag reflex a couple of times before getting it down his throat. That couldn't last, though, not with him doing it. Instinct made him pull away to breathe. On another level, he wondered if this counted as teasing, if Poe would force him anyway.
When he realized that he wanted to be forced, that this whole thing was about agreeing to be forced, he nearly pulled off completely in a panic. But he stayed calm, knowing that this was... okay in some messed up sense... Maybe he was drowning already.
no subject
But then he couldn't help himself, his hips thrusting forward ever so slightly every time Finn swallowed around him, the head at the back of his head pushing Finn further onto his cock, forcing him to take it deeper--
no subject
All he could think about anymore was chasing pleasure, opening his throat fully for Poe to do as he would. Poe would take care of him, let him breathe between thrusts. He knew he'd be okay. His knees moved further apart, only half for support. His cock was throbbing, but he didn't dare touch himself, not with Poe's promises still fresh in his mind.
no subject
"Fuck, you're hot," He muttered, his eyes alight with a dark need, give Finn a couple of breaths before thrusting deep back into his throat. "I knew you wanted this. I knew it. Such a fucking-- dirty little slut--" He was muttering it dark and lowly, almost to himself rather than to Finn, the light glinting in his eyes. "How badly do you want me to fuck you, Finn? Moan for me--"
no subject
He moaned, wanting it bad, pushing his head down Poe's cock further to try and show him. He did want it. He could make it good for both of them. This would be good for both of them, he knew. All he wanted was Poe.
no subject
"All of this. Off. Now. I'm going to edge you so hard you're going to see stars when you finally come."
no subject
The dread came back again, something very wrong happening here even if he couldn't really put it to words. Whatever it was, he hated the feeling, but Poe was pulling hard and getting them closer to the bed.
"Wait, we- I-" Safe words. There were safe words. Should he use them, though? Nothing was actually wrong, right?
no subject
"Wait for what," He managed to grind out as he pushed Finn up onto the bed.
"Wait for what, Finn?"
no subject
It took him a pause to try speaking again. "We- We talk about-" But that was as far as he could get. They had talked about it, set boundaries, and Poe was steamrolling right over the whole thing.
Finn already knew he was going to let him. It hadn't even happened yet and it was all his fault.
no subject
"Talk, then," He bit out, the muscles in his arms delineating sharply from the sheer effort of restraint.
"Talk, before I tear those clothes off you myself."
no subject
Between not wanting to disappoint Poe again and the fear that he wouldn't stop anyway, his voice stuck in his throat. He shook his head instead, heart pounding against his ribcage.
He could do this. It'd be fine.
no subject
But his expression twisted into something frustrated and pained, and finally he just let go, pulling right off him and off the bed, taking several steps back as he swore.
"Damn it. Damn it. What did I do? Why are you looking at me like that?"
But he refused to get any closer, slumping down against the far wall instead and putting his head in his hands, fingers curling tightly against his scalp.
no subject
Without anything else to focus on, he was unraveling. So long as he kept breathing, though, it'd be okay. Probably-... Probably shouldn't stay on the bed, though.
"I'm sorry." His voice was quiet, trembling, but he finally pushed himself off the bed to lean against the wall. His weight couldn't really hold him right now, and he just slumped down to the floor. Still not the safest position. "I'm sorry. I should have said- should have called it off sooner. It's not your fault."
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)