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DEEJA!! YES!!

i thoroughly enjoyed this, needed a kix fix 😌

HI DEEJA!!!

i am THIRSTING for Kix with:

44. “Don’t bother, I don’t need to take it all off to fuck you.”

Kira!! Thank you for sending this in, I need an excuse to explore writing Kix <3 got a little carried away with this one (*clone wars announcer voice* "will Deeja ever be able to write smut without complex feelings? Only time will tell!" spoiler alert, the answer is probably no) but I hope it satisfies!

Kix x Fem!reader 18+ minors DNI Word count: 1,239 Warnings: fingering, worried Kix, mentions of anxiety.

Eyes tracked a frantic man as he paced back and forth on the landing zone. It was astonishing what a mere hour of worry could do to a man, especially a man hardened by war. 

“Vod, you need to calm-”

“Jesse,” for once, Kix’s tone was deadly and not even the kind of deadly he used with his medic voice. Instead, his brother’s name was hissed through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed on the other man, “if you tell me to calm down, I swear to the maker.”

Kix didn’t have to elaborate on the threat, Jesse knew full well what his friend was capable of when pushed. But, more than that, he knew his brother was just venting, frustrated. Scared. Above all, Kix was scared.

Barely more than sixty standard minutes had passed since the camp lost contact with your scouting party, sixty standard minutes of Kix working himself into a frenzy on every possibility of what could have happened. If it was anyone but you, Kix would have stayed calmer, would have reminded himself that loss of contact wasn’t too out of the ordinary. The separatist comm disruptors were still being taken down by the various squads working across the planet, comms being jammed was to be expected. But this was you, things were different when it came to you.

For Kix, things were always different when it came to you.

Jesse was just contemplating how hard it would be to pull rank and order Kix to go back to his bunk when he saw a flash on the horizon. Thank the force!

Kix must have seen Jesse look, because he was instantly snapping his own eyes to the sky, and he let out a shaky breath when he saw the republic ship coming in. It looked unscathed, but Kix still held his breath, still watched with his heart pounding in his chest as it closed in and landed.

The medic rushed to the party unloading, eyes scanning, searching, until-

“Kix?”

You had just pulled off your helmet as you hopped down from the transport and the look in your eyes said you clocked his worry in an instant.

“What happened?” he asked, trying to keep his tone even, distracted as he looked you up and down, searching for any minor mark and scrape.

When your hand touched his cheek, Kix’s frantic gaze snapped up to yours. 

“Hey, hey, we’re okay, Kix. Everyone’s okay. We just had our comms jammed, like Rex warned us might happen.”

His breath was still caught in his chest, sticking on the barbed wire of his worry, even as he looked into your eyes, even as your hand stroked his cheek. Eyes that crinkled at the corners from your reassuring smile, the hand that helped eased every tension in his body. You were safe, but something was still clawing at his insides. 

Without thinking, Kix took your hand in his, turned, and started walking.

Being all but dragged behind him, you called out, “Wait- Kix, what are you doing? I have to debrief-”

“I don’t care.”

He didn’t like the strain in his tone as he made his way to the camp proper, but he paid it little mind. When he reached a tent meant to store ordnance and other supplies, he pulled you ahead of him, urging you inside. The moment both of you were shielded from prying eyes, Kix was on you, yanking you hard against his chest and crushing his lips to yours.

You made a noise, somewhere between a protest, a squeak, and a heavenly moan, and his mouth swallowed it whole.

“Worried,” he managed, still devouring you as if it was the first time, “was so worried. Thought I-” he moaned hot against your lips when you gripped the back of his head, all thoughts, even the half-coherent ones, falling from his mind entirely.

For now, he just focused on you, the feel of you, the taste of you, even the sound of you when you let out that little gasp as he pushed you back against a stack of crates. Kix hadn’t meant for heat to start low in his stomach. 

All he had wanted was a moment alone, to kiss you, to hold you, to breathe you in before he handed you over to his COs. But now, now that he felt you pushing against him, now that the air in his lungs was being stolen by you and not his blinding anxiety, now, Kix needed more.

He pushed you harder against the crates, hips pressing firmly so you understood his intentions as he finally moved his mouth to start sucking and nipping at your neck. The breathy way his name left your lips sent him over the edge in an instant.

“I need you,” he growled against your skin and you responded by reaching fingers to the clasps of his chestpiece. He continued to suckle and lick the spots he knew made you weak as you fumbled with the armor and finally Kix grabbed your wrists, holding them tight. “Don’t bother, I don’t need to take it off to fuck you.”

Fucking hell, the sound you made at his words was sinful.

The medic leaned back, just a little, as he released your wrists. He tried to keep his actions calm, he truly did, but Kix knew he looked frantic as he bit into the fingertip of his glove and pulled it off with his teeth. With his eyes locked on yours, he pressed his bare fingers to your mouth, while his other hand reached down for your belt.

When you flicked your tongue out to pull him into your mouth, the glove fell from his teeth, tumbling somewhere forgotten on the tent floor. He almost forgot what he was supposed to be doing as he watched you suck on his fingers, making them nice and slick. Again, Kix could barely control the neediness of his movements as he pulled them out and unbuckled your belt.

You kept your eyes on his as he lowered his hand, tucking them between your bodies, then your head pitched back when he slid the wet digits between your folds. He made sure to palm your clit with the heel of his hand as he dipped inside, watching you bite your lip with a moan of his own. 

As you bucked into his touch, Kix leaned in, pressing his lips to your ear. “I can fuck you just like this, mesh’la. I don’t even need my cock to make you come.”

“Bu-” your word was lost when he pressed a little harder, laying firm attention on every sensitive spot.

“What was that?” his purr was teasing and he pressed a kiss just below your ear. That’s when he pulled his fingers out, your slick now coating them thoroughly. He took the tips and rubbed them along your clit, moved them just the way he knew you loved. “Come on, love, what were you going to say?”

When he nuzzled your cheek you turned into his touch, pecking his lips before you found your voice again, “I want your cock too, please, Kix.”

He hummed, delighting in the way you called for him, the way you needed him. Maker, you were perfection.

Kix never stopped stroking you as his other hand went to his codpiece. “Well, since you asked so nicely. Just be good for me, my sweet girl.”

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