So, people have been asking me for Poe/Reader Stories, so here is a ones of I was going to use for my 'I Lived' series, but it wouldn't fit, so read.
Disclaimer: Do I have to do this?
(Y/N) - Your Name
(N/N) - Nick-Name
(E/C) - Eye Colour
(H/C) - Hair Colour
Best Mechanic In The Resistance
You pick up your spanner from the space on the floor next to you, it's 11:49 and you're still awake. A sigh escapes your lips, you're exhausted, but there is still work to be done, X-Wings don't fix themselves, and it takes a while to fixem. Once the bolt you were working on is fixed, you stand to your feet, wiping a greasy hand across your forehead. The shiny sides of the X-Wing provide a perfect mirror to look in, so you sneak a glance. Your cheeks are coated with dust and oil and your (H/C) hair is slightly messy, but not too bad. You look at the busted back engine of the ship and sigh, more work to be done, spanner in hand, you look inside, flicking on your head torch. As you start to loosen some boots, footsteps echo through the empty repairs shed, you don't pay attention to them, that is, until you see a tanned figure in the corner of your eye, Poe. He has two mugs in his hands, and as he walks to the bench behind you, he pecks your cheek and puts the mugs down.
"(Y/N), you should really get to sleep." He mumbles and a smile tugs at your lips, you find it sweet how much he cares, but you would never tell him that.
"Work has to be done." You reply and he scoffs, rolling his dark eyes.
"Do it later." He says, taking a sip of whatever drink he has. You look back at the engine of the craft and continue loosening the bolts to fix it. A pair of warm hands touch either side of your waist.
"Poe." You practically whine, this X-Wing needs to be working by tomorrow. He ignores you and whips you around, so your back is pressed to the plane, his face inches from yours.
"I said, you can do it later." He says quietly and touches his mouth to yours, it's not an unfamiliar feeling, but you can never get used to it. After a few seconds, his lips leave yours and press to your jaw, gently trailing towards you neck. A horrible longing tugs at you heart, you wish you could just let him continue, but you really need to work. Once his mouth finds to soft flesh just behind your ear, you gently push his chest, pushing his body away from yours.
"Stop it Poe! I need to work." You say with a laugh, he pouts slightly, but pecks your lips and picks up his mug, as he walks out, injecting swagger into his walk, he turns.
"I'll be in bed." He says and winks, a mischievous smile coating his face.
"Poe!" You yell, pointing to the open garage door "Out!" You're only half kidding.