Welcome to the smutty one-shots for Karena and Poe! Hope you enjoy, you naughty little minxes.

I might end up adding other one-shots for them that aren't smutty, but at the moment, the only two written are smut, so the rest remains to be seen.


31 ABY

Eventually, the two drunk Resistance personnel made the decision to turn in for the night. Sort of.

It was passed midnight when Karena carried the half-empty bottle of Dodbri whiskey as they stumbled down the hill to the tarmac, shushing each other as they went with varying levels of volume and laughter. Every time Poe grabbed Karena's free hand, wrapped his arm around her, or flirted, she pushed him away and staggered while laughing.

They entered Hangar Bay 3 which was empty aside from the ships housed inside. It was quiet except for their footsteps and giggles echoing throughout the hangar as they made their way to the Desert Dragon. They didn't even know what they were laughing at, just anything and everything as they bumped into the occasional crate or speeder on their way to Karena's ship.

When Karena pressed the button to lower the loading ramp, because even her drunk self knew she wouldn't successfully climb up through the access hatch, Poe hugged her again.

"Guess this is g'night, sweetheart," he not-so-quietly whispered in her ear. He didn't want to move or let her go. He liked having his arms wrapped around her torso.

He was about to pull away from the hug when she slid her arms around him, hugging him back.

Pulling out of the hug, she looked up at the pilot in front of her, eyes tracing his chiseled jaw and sexy stubble. Her alcohol-fuddled brain liked the strength of his hands and the warmth of his embrace. And she wanted more.

Poe felt tempted to kiss her. But even drunk, he thought it was a bad idea since he didn't know how she'd react.

Thankfully for him, he didn't have to think about it. Karena brought her hands from his waist up to his neck and shot up to attach her lips to his. Poe made a noise of surprise but kissed her back insistently, feverishly, pulling her body closer to his.

Karena backed away from the dizzying kiss and slowly walked backward up the loading ramp. Her eyes didn't leave Poe's as she smirked.

Lifting her arms and holding them out wide once she reached the top of the ramp, she said, "What're you gonna do 'bout it, Commander?"

Usually, Poe couldn't care less about the title, but coming from her lips, his gut twisted every time he heard her say it. And she didn't just say it plainly. No, she every time she said it, she chose to do it playfully or sultrily or teasingly, as if she knew it'd get a rise out of him.

It worked.

Poe's gaze on hers darkened as she lifted the whiskey bottle to her lips and winked before walking further into her ship. He quickly followed, stomping up the ramp and closing it behind him.

He caught up to Karena in the common area where she leaned against the dejarik table and undid the clasp on her cloak, letting it fall onto the table, then pulled off the bracers from her arms, the metal clanging against the floor.

Poe marched over and grabbed the whiskey bottle from her hand, took a swig of it, then set it down behind her. With both hands on her hips, he pulled her away from the dejarik table and up against him, relishing in the feel of her. He pressed his lips against hers, warmth spreading throughout their bodies. Karena laced her fingers through his hair, gently tugging on the curly tufts as their lips moved together. Poe quietly moaned and tightened his grip on her.

Karena felt like her skin was burning wherever he touched her, and she shoved him away, breathless. Poe's cute look of confusion melted into lust as she began unlacing her top and peeled it off to show a thin tank top and bra. He quickly took off his jacket and tossed it away before collecting her in his arms again.

Trailing searing hot kisses from her lips, down her neck, to her collarbone, Poe loved her little sounds as she moaned quietly and leaned her head back. Her heart pounded in her chest, and he could feel her quickening pulse beneath his lips.

She reached under his shirt as he continued his kisses along her skin, feeling his smooth, firm chest. It had definitely been way too long since the last time she had been held in someone's arms for something other than a fight, and feeling his calloused hands inch under her tank top had her craving more. She wanted it all, and she'd be damned if anyone stopped her.

Poe lowered his hands, reaching down to her thighs, and picked her up, setting her on the dejarik table and being careful not to knock the open whiskey bottle over. Once she was settled, Poe took a step back to strip off his shirt and helped Karena do the same. Karena put her arms around his shoulders, lowering him so she could kiss him again and wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him close.

She nibbled gently on his lip as he picked her up again, gripping her ass, and he stumbled while walking towards her room as best he could while intoxicated, distracted, and carrying her.

Pressing her up against the wall right next to the door, Poe pulled back, licking his bottom lip. "Kriff, you taste amazing," he murmured breathlessly.

Karena's grip tightened on his curls. "For once in your life, stop talking." She reconnected their lips. With one of her hands, she began patting the wall he was pressing her against, feeling around for the button to open her bedroom door. Once she found it, she pressed it, and the hatch slid open.

Poe held her tightly and carried her into the room. His leg hit her bed, so he laid her down on top of the mattress. Moving away from her lips, Poe descended along her jaw then down her neck. Karena lowered her hands across his chest and set them on the belt of his pants, undoing the belt, zipper, and button as best she could while relaxing into the searing kisses.

He nipped at her collarbone when she reached into his pants and grabbed his cock. "Like what you feel?" he asked.

Karena grabbed his hand from her waist and shoved him off of her, forcing him onto his back. She climbed on top of him, straddling him, and pinning his hands to either side of him. Poe looked up at her in mild awe. He hadn't been expecting that. And as much as he liked being on top of her and being the one in control, there was something delicious in her pinning him down.

"Do you ever stop talking?" she retorted, staring down at him.

He half-shrugged. "Not really."

She lowered herself to his ear and said, "Then I guess I'll have to find a way to shut you up, Commander."

Poe had no argument there. A slight shiver ran down his spine and his cock twinged in his pants at her breath tickling his ear. "Good luck with that."

"There's no such thing as luck." Karena ran her hands down his arms and chest, bringing them back down to his pants.

Climbing off him, she tugged harshly on his pants. Poe quickly lifted his hips and helped her pull them off. She started working on her own pants as he pulled his own off and tossed them aside.

He paused as he watched her strip off her pants, eyes zeroing in on the large scar stretching from the top of her right thigh to her left hip bone. Frowning in concern, he met her eyes and started to ask, "What ha-"

"Do you want to ask about a scar or do you want to fuck me?" Karena stared at him blankly, waiting for his answer as she let her pants fall to the ground.

Once she dropped the piece of clothing, Poe grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap. She had her answer. He kissed her again, rubbing his hands along her hips, down to her ass, and around her thighs. He didn't care about the scar; at least, not in a way that mattered at that moment. With or without the scar, she was still one of the sexiest people he'd ever seen, and it did nothing to lessen how attracted to her he was. The concern and curiosity could wait for another time, preferably when she was more willing to confide in him.

When Poe left her lips to kiss along her jaw, she grabbed his hair and pulled him away so she could lick from the base of his throat up to his jaw before focusing on a single spot and sucking the sensitive skin until it left a dark mark. She raked her teeth along the fresh bruise heard him gasp in her ear. His grip tightened on her ass, pushing her pelvis down onto his.

Swirling her hips, his hard cock pushed on her clit through what remained of their clothing. She released her tight grip on his hair and reached behind her to undo the clasp on her bra. The moment she threw the garment aside, Poe descended on a nipple, taking it into his mouth in a gentle bite and flicking it with his tongue.

"Oh, kriff," Karena murmured, lacing her hands through his hair. She moaned softly with the warm mouth nibbling on the tender bud.

Poe dipped a hand between them and into her underwear, finding the heat and wetness pooling between her legs, tenderly touching the protruding clit. She let out a soft moan as she leaned her head back. Poe reveled in how everything about her body was warm and soft, unlike her personality. His fingers circled her clit, and he heard her breath hitch.

Karena's heart thudded in her chest as her pleasure rose quickly. With the special attention paid to her nipple and her clit, she was on the fast-track for orgasming soon. Poe felt her thighs tense on either side of him, so he moved on, searching out her hole. As he slid a finger into her, Karena pulled Poe's head off her chest and kissed him. Her tongue flicked across his bottom lip as she moaned.

Sliding his finger in and out of her was easy due to how wet she had grown, so Poe added a second finger and then another, stretching her cunt and stroking her inner walls. The pleasurable burning shortly subsided as he continued fingering her. His thumb circled her clit as she ground against his hand, breathing heavily in his lap. He brought his mouth down her neck and sucked the skin right above her collarbone.

A pressure deep inside her grew, the pleasure amping up each time his fingers stroked her insides. His thumb continued rubbing her clit until everything inside her was ready to burst, and she finally came. Karena whimpered, her legs quivering and hands shaking as her cunt clenched around his fingers.

Poe continued fingering her even as she came down from her high, enjoying the twitching of her thighs and her moaning. But after a minute, the fingers weren't cutting it for her anymore. She wanted more.

Karena pushed Poe onto his back and climbed off of his lap to strip off her last piece of clothing. Of course, Poe saw where she was headed and pulled off his own underwear. When she climbed back on top of him, he filled his hands with the soft flesh of her ass. Her firm hands gripped his cock and he gasped, his fingers digging into her skin from the abrupt sensation.

Some women held a cock too delicately as though they were afraid of hurting it. Some women were too rough with a cock and did hurt it. Some were in the middle of the spectrum, and by the glint in her eyes and the uptick of her lips, he just knew she was deliberately teetering the edge of being painful without dipping over the side. And it drove him crazy. Everything about her drove him crazy.

"You alright, flyboy?" Karena asked, smirking down at him and running her other hand down his chest. Poe's jaw twitched as he grumbled quietly and glared. "Loth-cat finally got your tongue?" She slowly stroked his cock.

He threw his head back. "Blast it!"

She chuckled at his reaction and leaned down, hovering over him, and continued her slow, methodical stroking of his cock. She watched every slight change of his expression with each movement of her hand.

Poe shook his head, staring into her eyes, and tried not to show the mixture of frustration and pleasure on his face. "You just love to get a rise out of me, don't you?"

"I can say the same about you, Commander."

He tightened his grip on her ass and pulled her off him, doing the same thing she had done to him earlier, though instead of straddling her, he nestled in between her open legs. He leaned down to kiss her while pressing his hips against hers.

They moaned together as his hard cock pushed on her sensitive clit, sending pleasurable shocks throughout both of them.

Karena threaded one hand through his hair and brought the other to his cock, positioning it lower. The thick head parted the lips with ease. He groaned into her mouth as he slowly pushed into her. She bit down on his bottom lip as his cock filled her, pushing her walls further apart than his fingers had.

Poe moved his hands beneath her to lift up her hips so he could get a better angle. She grabbed at the blanket she laid on as Poe pushed into her further until he bottomed out. Then he pulled out and thrust into her again, faster than he had initially.

"Keep going," she said. "Stars, fuck me hard, Commander."

He happily complied. Her cunt walls were tight around his cock as he thrust into her again and again, increasing his speed. Leaning forward, he sucked on her nipple while clapping his hips against her, his rigid length massaging her walls. Her breasts bounced each time he plunged into her sopping wet cunt.

"Fast. . . faster. . ." She could barely say the word as she rocked her hips up to meet his.

Poe threw all of his energy into fucking her as hard and fast as he could muster, his fingers leaving bruises in her ass from gripping it so forcefully. His pelvis rubbed against her clit and her dam was about ready to break again. Her cunt tightened as her need to orgasm grew once more and it was almost too much for him.

"I'm gonna. . ." he started to say.

"Yes, yes!" she exclaimed. Her walls clamped down around him as waves of pleasure rolled through her, spots dancing across her vision, and Poe couldn't take it, exploding inside her. He thrust into her a few more times, slowing his pace as his cock finished pulsing, still nestled in her warmth.

Both breathed heavily, their bodies relaxing. Soreness and fatigue crept up on them. Karena pulled him up and kissed him again, keeping her lips against his as they laid down on the bed together.