Pairing: Kix x fem!Reader
Tags/Warnings: Lovers, NSFW! Minors dni, SMUT, fingering, spicy, happy ending, aftercare, P in V sex,
It’s a short and spicy story about Kix and you, hope yall will enjoy.
Kix x nameless female (you)
The hum of the medbay was oddly soothing tonight. Quiet, dimly lit, filled only with the soft whir of equipment and the occasional beep of monitors. I leaned against the wall and watched him work—Kix, the ever-steady hands behind so many saved lives. Always calm. Always composed. Always giving.
And always hiding how much he was hurting.
“You should sleep.” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
He didn’t look up right away. Just kept organizing a tray of sterilized tools like they were the only thing keeping him grounded.
“Says the person standing there looking at me like I’m about to fall apart.” he muttered, voice dry but not unkind.
I stepped away from the wall. “I’m worried about you.”
He finally looked at me then—really looked at me—and I swear, my breath caught. There was something in his eyes. Not tiredness. Not sarcasm. Something raw. Needy.
“I’m always the one doing the worrying.” he said, so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. “But when you say it… I actually believe it.”
I didn’t respond right away. I didn’t know how to. The space between us felt heavy all of a sudden, like if I stepped too quickly, it would shatter.
So I moved slowly. Carefully. Stopping just in front of him.
“You don’t have to be strong right now,” I said. My voice trembled slightly. “Not with me.”
For a moment, all he did was stare. And then something shifted. A breath. A decision.
“Can I just…” He swallowed. “Can I just be yours tonight?”
My heart clenched. I nodded, afraid my voice might break if I tried to speak.
His hands came up to my face, warm and steady despite how tired he looked. He cradled me like I was breakable, like I mattered more than he knew how to say. And then he kissed me—soft, slow, like he needed this. Needed me.
I kissed him back with everything I had.
Somehow, our hands found their way to each other’s armor. I helped him with his chest plate, and he helped me with mine. There was no rush, no frenzy—just this deep ache, like we’d both been waiting for this without realizing it.
He led me to the cot in the corner of the medbay, pulling the curtain closed behind us.
The mattress was small, but it didn’t matter. I lay back and he hovered over me, gaze full of something I could only describe as reverence.
His fingertips traced my skin like a map he’d memorized, and when he whispered my name, it wasn’t lust. It was devotion.
I reached for him. “I want this.” I whispered. “I want you.”
He kissed me again—deeper this time—and everything else faded away.
Tonight, he wasn’t just the medic holding others together.
His body hovered over mine, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off his skin but still holding back, like he was giving me one last chance to stop this.
But I didn’t want to stop. Not tonight. Not with him.
“Kix.” I whispered, running my fingers down the side of his face, feeling the rasp of his stubble under my touch. “I’m sure.”
His lips parted like he wanted to speak, but instead he leaned down and kissed me again—deeper now, hungrier. His weight settled against me slowly, and I gasped softly at the way our bodies fit together, all warmth and friction and aching want.
He tasted like something I’d been missing without realizing it.
I felt his hands at my waist, tugging away the last layers between us. My breath caught as the cool air brushed my now-bare skin, but the heat from his touch chased the chill away.
“You’re so beautiful.” he murmured against my throat, his voice low and reverent.
I arched into him as his mouth traced along my collarbone, slow and aching, while his hands mapped every inch of my body like he was learning me from memory. He wasn’t rushed. He wasn’t greedy.
Every caress was a question. Every kiss was an answer.
He slid his finger in slowly, careful not to hurt me. He started moving his finger in and out, being extra gentle as he prepared me for his much larger size. Then after i got wet enough , he slid one more in, then a third. His thumb found that perfect spot, circling slowly as the tension coiled in my belly like a fire about to snap. My whole body trembled beneath him. He slowly pulled his fingers out just to push them back in with a more forceful thrust, making sure i’m fully ready for him.
He pulled his fingers out and positioned himself between my legs.
When he finally slid inside me, we both stilled—our foreheads pressed together, breathing in each other’s air. It wasn’t just physical. It wasn’t just desire.
His movements were slow at first, deep and patient, like he wanted to feel every second of this. Of me. His hands gripped my hips, grounding himself, and I clung to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as pleasure bloomed hot and steady inside me.
He groaned my name like a promise.
“Kix.” I breathed, over and over, because it was the only word that made sense.
“You feel… gods, you feel like home,” he whispered hoarsely against my ear.
He picked up the pace, thrusts growing deeper, more intense—but never rough.
“I’ve got you.” he murmured, lips at my jaw. “Let go. I’ve got you.”
As i tightened around him, he groned into my mouth as i came undone. One hand moved to wrap around my waist, while the other one gently cupped my face, as he thrusted into me through the orgasm.
The pleasure hit me like a wave, shattering through me in sparks and heat and something close to tears. I felt him follow moments later, his body tightening above me as he buried himself deeper with a raw, choked moan of my name.
He collapsed beside me, panting, then immediately pulled me into his arms like he never wanted to let go.
We lay there for a while, tangled in each other, limbs warm and bodies buzzing with what we’d just shared.
After a long silence, he brushed my hair back and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
“I think I fell in love with you.” he said, so quietly I almost missed it.
I smiled, heart full and sore and alive.
“Good.” I whispered, resting my head on his chest. “Because I already loved you.”
His fingers traced slow patterns over my bare back, warm and grounding, even as sleep threatened to pull me under.
But I felt him stir beneath the sheets. Felt the way his hand lingered at the curve of my waist. The way his breath hitched slightly as he tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.
“Kix…?” I murmured sleepily, cracking one eye open.
He didn’t answer with words at first. Just kissed me—soft, deep, unhurried. Like he was asking if I still wanted him. If I was still his.
I kissed him back with an answer louder than words.
A moment later, he shifted, sitting up in the bed and pulling me gently with him until I was straddling his lap, thighs on either side of him, knees digging slightly into the thin mattress.
“You alright like this?” he murmured, hands steady on my hips.
“More than alright.” I whispered, already feeling the rush of heat between my legs as I adjusted my hips and felt his cock hardening again beneath me.
He groaned low in his throat, grip tightening slightly. “You’re gonna ruin me.”
And then I sank down onto him.
The stretch was slow and delicious, even after before—maybe because of it. This angle made everything feel deeper, more intense. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as I took him in fully, gasping softly against his neck as his hands gripped my ass to hold me steady.
“You feel… fuck, cyare…” he growled, voice breaking into a shiver of sound. “So perfect around me. So warm.”
I began to move—slow rolls of my hips at first, finding a rhythm, grinding down against him while his hands guided me with quiet urgency. His eyes never left mine.
That’s what made it unbearable.
Like he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Like every time I moaned his name, he fell a little harder.
“Kix” I whimpered, my forehead pressed to his, my nails raking down his back as I bounced in his lap.
“You’re driving me insane” he rasped. “You look so fucking good like this.”
He kissed me hard then—needy, hungry—his tongue tangling with mine as he thrust up into me in slow, powerful rolls that hit that deep, sensitive spot over and over. My body arched into his, chest pressed to his bare skin, every inch of us tangled together.
The angle, the closeness, the way his fingers dug into my hips and his mouth claimed mine—it was too much. Not enough.
“I’m close” I gasped, eyes fluttering as he hit just the right spot again and again.
“Don’t hold back” he growled. “I wanna feel you fall apart on me. Wanna see you fall apart for me.”
My climax tore through me like fire, my thighs trembling around his hips as I cried out into his mouth. He followed a moment later, gripping me tight, holding me fully seated on him as he spilled deep inside with a strangled moan of my name.
We stayed like that, shaking and panting, my forehead against his, his arms locked around my back like he was afraid I’d disappear.
We were still in his cot, tangled in sweat-slick skin and twisted sheets. His chest rose and fell beneath me, his arms around my back, my body still trembling from the second time he’d wrecked me.
I should’ve been exhausted. I should’ve been satisfied.
But as I kissed the sweat from his collarbone and felt the faint twitch of him hardening again between my thighs, something dark and delicious curled in my gut.
“You ever done it somewhere you weren’t supposed to?” I asked, my voice soft, teasing against his throat.
Kix blinked, a lazy smile pulling at his lips. “You mean, like, the medbay?”
I grinned. “That doesn’t count. That’s practically your office.”
His brow arched. “You saying you want to be caught, mesh’la?”
“I’m saying…” I sat up slowly, letting the sheet slip from my chest as I leaned down, lips brushing his ear. “…I bet there’s a quiet little storage room off the hangar no one checks this late.”
He sat up so fast it made me laugh, and next thing I knew, I was pressed against the wall of that exact storage room, hips grinding into his as he kissed me like he was starving.
“You’re insatiable” he muttered against my neck, biting lightly. “What’ve you done to me?”
“Ruined you, apparently” I whispered, tugging his belt open.
The room smelled like durasteel and dust, stacked high with crates and sealed medpacks. It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t soft.
He had me bent over a low supply crate before I could think, his hand pressed over my mouth, his other gripping my hip as he thrust into me from behind. The angle hit everything, sharp and relentless, and I cried out against his palm, muffled but raw.
“Shh, cyare,” he breathed against my neck, sweat dripping from his brow as he rutted into me. “You wanted risky. Now you gotta be quiet.”
I whimpered as he moved harder, rougher, each slap of skin against skin echoing far too loud in the tiny space.
“I know.” His hand moved between my thighs.
I bit down on my lip, eyes rolling back as he circled that spot with practiced fingers, thrusts deep and punishing now.
Someone walked by just outside.
I could hear their boots. Voices. Talking. Stopping.
My heart slammed into my ribs—but Kix didn’t stop. He just leaned closer, lips brushing my ear.
“Don’t make a sound,” he whispered, sliding deep, so deep I shook.
His hips didn’t stop. Not for a second.
Even with the sound of voices just outside the door—troopers, definitely—laughing, joking, talking about a supply check.
Even with the thunder of boots right next to the wall I was pressed against.
He stayed buried deep, moving in slow, brutal thrusts, his body tight against mine, one hand shoved over my mouth, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.
Every inch of him was tense—his jaw clenched, breath harsh in my ear. But his eyes burned. Wild. Starving. Like he was daring the galaxy to hear what he was doing to me.
I made a muffled, broken noise under his hand as he rocked into me again—slow and deep and deliberate. It was too much. Every thrust made heat coil tighter in my core, my knees shaking, my body already too sensitive from the last two rounds.
“Shhh.” he breathed. “They’re right outside.”
I gasped against his palm.
Boots shuffled. Laughter echoed.
Kix’s cock twitched inside me as he held me still, watching the door with dark, dilated eyes. He was loving it. Loving the risk. Loving the way I was falling apart in his arms, completely under his control.
I tried to squirm—to move, to anything—but he just pinned me harder against the crate and rolled his hips.
“You take me so well,” he whispered filth into my ear, voice low and rough. “You like this, don’t you? Knowing anyone could walk in and see me us?”
I moaned against his hand, thighs trembling violently now.
He let out a quiet but deep chuckle what made me go crazy.
He was everywhere, inside me, around me, the smell of his skin in my nose, the rasp of his voice curling in my spine.
One of the troopers outside stopped right by the door. “Hey—storage unit seven locked?”
Still inside me. Still throbbing.
I could feel his cock twitch as we both held our breath, motionless.
Another voice answered, casual. “Kix probably locked it earlier. Meds run low again.”
And then—thank the stars—they kept walking.
We didn’t move. Not until the footfalls faded.
Kix exhaled a dark, shaky breath. “Still want me to stop?”
I shook my head hard, desperate. Feral.
He grabbed both of my wrists and pulled them behind my back, holding me steady as he slammed into me again—this time faster. Rougher. His rhythm lost all patience, now that the danger had passed. Now it was just need.
“Gonna make you come so hard you forget your name” he hissed.
He fucked me straight into the crate until I shattered—crying out into his skin as my orgasm hit so hard my whole body went limp. My vision blurred. My mouth fell open in a silent scream.
Kix came a second later, with a deep, guttural groan and one final thrust that left us both shaking.
We collapsed against the crate, panting.
I could barely feel my legs.
His hand finally fell from my mouth, trembling slightly, and he pressed a kiss to the back of my neck. “Holy kriff.”
“You’re insane.” I whispered, grinning like a devil.
He laughed. “You started it.”
My legs were sore, and i nearly fell, while we snuck out of the storage room. Kix chuckled seeing me like this, then after i tripped atleast four times, he came closer and wrapped his hand around my waist.
“I think i need a shower…i probably stink” I said, but then Kix smirked.
“Atleast i was the one making you stink”
The second the door to the fresher slid shut behind us, Kix locked it.
He didn’t say a word—just stripped. Fast. Efficient. The same way he field-dressed a wound. Tunic over his head. Belt dropped. Boots kicked off. Naked in seconds.
I followed, slower, shakier, still recovering from the last round that left my thighs trembling and my voice gone.
“Come here.” he said, voice low and rough, reaching for the water control.
Steam hissed from the shower head almost instantly, fogging the air and filling the room with heat. Kix stepped in first, pulling me in with him, his hands sliding around my waist like he couldn’t bear to let me out of arm’s reach.
The water was hot. Almost too hot. But his hands were hotter.
“Let me clean you up.” he whispered.
But he didn’t move to grab soap.
Instead, he backed me into the wall, pressing his body flush against mine, and kissed me.
His hands explored like they had all night, but now with worship behind the touch. Fingers sliding through the water trailing down my back. Palms smoothing over my hips, my waist, my chest.
“You’re shaking.” he said against my lips.
“You’re the reason.” I whispered.
He gave me that crooked, cocky smile, and Maker, I almost melted right then.
“You sure you’re not tapped out?” he murmured, teasing, brushing my wet hair away from my face.
“You gonna make me beg again?”
His eyes darkened instantly.
“No.” he said, voice hoarse. “This time I’m begging.”
And just like that—he dropped to his knees.
His hands gripped my thighs and parted them, water streaming down his face and chest, his lips kissing the inside of my knee, then my thigh, then higher—
I gasped, one hand slapping against the slick tile wall as his tongue met my heat.
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