#k2so reader

[mandadoration]

I’m sorry I caved along with the other robot fuckers. Could you do “get out!” Please let me explain” “out!” with k2so? (You might have already done that prompt and if you don’t want to do it again I understand)

“Get out!”

“Please let me explain.”

“Out!”

a/n: NOT part of twenty six minutes

“K-2.”

“Yes?”

“Can you explain why you’re in my room?”

As soon as you were done with your shift in the hangar, you headed straight to your room, not bothering with stopping by the dining hall. You were exhausted dealing with pilots while your team was fatigued and understaffed that you just needed to pass out for an hour or ten. Barely seeing, you stumbled down the halls of the base to your room, punching in the code to enter, and walked straight into the metal chassis of the reprogrammed Imperial droid. 

Your face ached and your nose felt tender, scowling as you fumbled around for the lights. The patience you usually had when dealing with Rebellion affairs had been sapped. 

“Get out!” you ordered, pointing at the door. 

“Please let me explain,” K-2 says.

“Out!”

“Cassian told me to go here,” he explains, despite you very obviously not wanting to talk to him. You sigh, walking around him to sit on your bed, trying to relieve the ache in your feet. You unzipped your jumpsuit and tied the sleeves around your waist. 

“Why?” you bemoaned. “Why can’t that boy leave me alone for a single day?” You fall back onto the bed, bouncing a little as you stare at the grimy ceiling. 

“Technically he hasn’t bothered you today,” he corrects. “He bothered me. Much different.”

“Whatever the case is, Cassian telling you to come here isn’t a good enough explanation,” you grumble. The next time you saw him, you were going to rip him a new one. There’s no way you can comfortably sleep with a fucking seven-foot tall droid looming over you like some ridiculous statue. “Did he have something to do?”

“He said he was meeting someone,” he answers, picking up a little bauble of yours before putting it back down, disinterested. 

“And he couldn’t take you with him? Doesn’t he take you to meet his informants?” K-2 looks at you almost curiously. 

“Not that kind of meeting.” You stare at him with a confused expression before your eyebrows shoot into your hairline. 

“Oh.”

“Yes.”

You sigh again, running a hand over your face as you thought of what you could do with him. “You wouldn’t mind facing the wall while I sleep, would you?” you ask him weakly. 

“I would very much mind.”

“Of course you would.”

[mandadoration]

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?” or “Why are you lying to me?” with k2? I miss him

“Why are you lying to me?”

a/n: part of the twenty-six minutes universe

“K-2, stop,” you sigh, pushing K-2’s hands off you and stepping out of his shadow. 

“You said you wanted to talk,” he says, turning to look at you, but he doesn’t make a move to come closer. “Usually when you say that, it means--”

“I know what it usually means,” you jump in, raising your hands and fighting down a blush. “But this time, I just… I just wanted to talk.” K-2 rolls his eyes, or at least, you think he does, his head moving as if he were. 

“Okay, if we aren’t here for our usual rendezvous,” he says, “then what could you possibly want to talk about?” You’ve never really been scared of K-2 before, but now you’re feeling something scarily akin to that. He looks at you expectantly as you rock back and forth on your heels. You wonder if he knows that you’ve been practicing saying this to him in the mirror several times before walking up to him. 

You square your shoulders and try to look as confident as you can when facing a seven-foot security droid. “We can’t keep doing this,” you finally say. “I don’t want to… continue whatever we have going on.”

You don’t know what you were expecting in response, but you certainly weren’t expecting silence. A snarky response, maybe a jab saying that he was getting bored anyways, anything but the way he stares at you as his internal mechanisms whirl. The silence gets uncomfortable. 

“Um… K-2…?”

“Why are you lying to me?” he finally asks. You balk. 

“I’m not-- Why do you think I’m lying?” you stammer. K-2 takes a step forward, but you stay rooted to your spot. 

“Your heart rate is elevated,” he says. Another step. “You can’t look me in the eye.” Another step. “You’re sweating.” Another step, and now you’re pinned against the meeting table that you’ve grown so used to being fucked on. “And you never denied it, either.”

“K-2--”

“We can keep doing it,” K-2 says, “and you want to continue this.” 

Did Cassian implement an intimidation module in him?

“So what’s the real issue?” 

“Cassian’s onto us,” you blurt out, looking up at K-2 with wide eyes. “That-that night at the cantina, he… he…”

After K-2 had practically thrown Varon across the room in response to his lewd advances, Cassian had asked if “something was going on between you and K-2”. You had just rolled your eyes and forced laughter, asking if something was in the drink before changing the conversation. But that seed of paranoia was planted, and you swore that every time you talked to K-2, Cassian was watching you. “If word gets out, I don’t… I don’t know what would happen. I--”

“Cassian already knows.”

“-- would probably be--” You pause. “Wait, what?!” K-2 takes a step back. 

“Cassian already knows,” he repeats. “I told him.”

“You what?!”

“After the cantina, Cassian asked me, so I told him.” You gape at him. “I saw no point in lying.” 

“You… K-2…” you croak. K-2 fills in the silence for you, hoisting you up onto the meeting table as he tugs at your clothes impatiently.

“So are we going to continue this or not?”

[mandadoration]

“it could be worse.” “You aren’t the one bleeding.” “Look, you are still alive. Stop whining.” with our favorite robot K-2SO 👀

“It could be worse.”

“You aren’t the one bleeding.”

“Look, you are still alive. Stop whining.”

This was the first and last time you agreed to go on a mission with Cassian and K-2SO. 

“Cassian, once this damn blaster shot is healed and I have full use of my arm, I am going to strangle you,” you say calmly. It’s a stark difference to how frantic Cassian is trying to staunch the already sluggish blood flow and wrap it up, intent on hauling ass out of this scummy back alley and send you straight to the infirmary back at base. K-2 is on the lookout, standing guard in front of you and surveying the entrance to make sure no one glances twice to see what was going on. 

“It could be worse,” K-2 says mildly, glancing behind him for a moment to see how progress was going. You shift to try and get comfortable, wincing when your shoulder moves too much and rolling your eyes when Cassian chides you. 

“Stay still.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” you say to K-2, ignoring Cassian and frowning as you crane your head up to look at the droid. “You aren’t the one bleeding-- ow! Cassian!” K-2 sighs. 

“You are still alive,” he says, slowly as if you were a child. “Stop whining.” You scowl. 

“I happen to whine the perfect amount for someone in my situation,” you say. 

“You whine too much,” both Cassian and K-2 say at the same time. Frowning, you lean back against the wall just as Cassian finishes tying up the makeshift bandage made out of your already ruined shirt. 

“I hate both of you.”

[mandadoration]

Wait so did k2 find reader and ask if he could finger her or was reader already a robot fucker and asked k2

K-2 would never ask for anything like that because the thought had never crossed his mind

i think that for reader it was always a fascination with K-2 because let’s face it, that droid has a lot of personality. didn’t help that she worked with Cassian, so basically where Cassian went, K-2 followed. and that little fascination increased the more she worked with the two, and perhaps an easygoing, delicate relationship between reader and K-2 was formed, devoid of Cassian being there as a buffer. 

then maybe one day, K-2 gets a little too close, a little too snarky with her, a little bit rough and manhandling her to get her out of the way from nearly dying 

and he notes the flushed face

the raised pulse

wide eyes. dilated pupils. 

and of course being the borderline rude droid that lacks a lot of social cues he is, he just straight up asks her if she, well, gets off on this. despite the woefully inappropriate circumstances. 

and K-2 starts having his own fascination with her

[mandadoration]

K2 has definitely almost spilt the beans about you know what

a/n: oh for sure. 

(sequel to Twenty-Six Minutes)

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It was ridiculous these mandatory “celebrations” were even a thing. With a literal war going on, gathering in the base cantina to drink and “laugh” was at the bottom of your list. 

You and Cassian shared that sentiment at least, stowed away from the larger crowd, nursing barely-touched… whatever was pushed into your hands, some sort of amber liquid that stung your nose. 

The downside is that K-2SO was also pushed into the booth with you. Why was he even here? He couldn’t eat or drink anything. 

You’ve been keeping your eyes down, trying not to make eye contact, and K-2 has at least been trying to make an effort not to appear miffed about it. As much as a droid can, of course, but K-2 has been blessed, or plagued, with incredibly human characteristics. Cassian could tell that you were feeling awkward and out of place, but to be fair, he did too. These weird, forced outings were neither of your things. 

“And she just… wasn’t into it! Can you believe that?” Both of you and Cassian lift you heads up enough to roll your eyes at each other at Varon. 

Varon was the local, self-proclaimed playboy, but the few that took pity on him never had anything pleasant to say afterwards. 

“Uh, huh, sure Varon,” Wedge laughs, and turns away to talk to the bartender. 

“I’m telling you! I pulled out all the tricks I knew, and still! Nothing,” Varon continues. At this point, no one was really listening to him anymore, either humoring him with a disinterested hum or even just a roll of their eyes. “Something was wrong with that frigid bitch, I swear.”

“Have you considered that you just didn’t know how to properly please her?” K-2SO speaks up, voice tinged with annoyance. You snap your head up to stare at him, tensing. Varon narrows his eyes at K-2, and gets up to walk over. The surrounding people look relieved at his departure, but others perk up at the prospect of drama. 

“And what do you know about pleasing a woman, droid?” Varon asks. 

“K-2,” Cassian hisses. Then to Varon, “Ignore him. He’s due for a maintenance check soon.”

“What?” K-2 complains, “Whatever I know, I’m sure it’s more than you do.” You kick K-2 under the table, but take a sharp inhale of pain when your toe hits the metal of his leg. He ignores you. “Would you like me to make a calculation on that chance? It’s not very favorable for you, just so you know.”

“I doubt that you’ve ever even seen someone naked,” Varon snorts. “Who the hell would willingly fuck a droid, anyways?” K-2 straightens up. 

“I’ll have you know--”

“Varon,” you bark, cutting off K-2, “fuck off!” K-2 shuts himself up, thankfully, but now Varon has his sights on you. “Just face that fact that everyone has been a pity fuck for you.”

Wedge chokes on his drink at the bar.

“Oh, c’mon baby,” he purrs. He leans on the table, right into your personal space, but you grit your teeth and refuse to let him pin you against the back of the booth. “Let me show you first hand what I can do. Then, you can make a proper conclusion, hm?” Varon reaches a hand to brush your hair back, but before he can touch you, he’s yanked away. Varon lets out an embarrassing squeak as K-2 grabs the scruff of his neck and practically throws him across the room. 

“Should I report him for his behavior?” K-2 asks you, body half turned to look at where you were gawking at him. It’s the first thing he’s said to you since you left him in that meeting room.

“N-no, it’s… it’s okay, K-2,” you stammer. Your gaze flicks over to where Varon lays, dazed and confused. “I’m sure he learned his lesson.” He nods, and slides back into his seat next to Cassian, who looks very, very confused. You clear your throat, and take a tentative sip of your drink, and hope that Cassian doesn’t ask any questions. He fixes you with a stare. 

“Is something going on between you and K-2?”

But Cassian is a very, very smart man. 

[mandadoration]

More k2 you say? Can you tell us about when k2 left reader high and dry? (you mentioned somewhere that he’s done it before)

K2′s fascination with you doesn’t go as far as completely abandoning his duties, no matter how reluctant he is to do them. 

This time, you manage to be patient enough to sneak K2 into your quarters

It’s the usual, honestly

K2 does quite like trying to get a response from you, in general and in bed, so he’s trying new things

If you didn’t know any better, you would say that he was teasing you

Playing around your hole, trying to seem almost disinterested, you would say, but you know K2 doesn’t really do anything unless he’s forced or actually invested somewhat

You also know he’s actually interested because he makes little comments

“Did you know you clench when I do this?” and then he fucking does it over and over and over again

You really should give him a lesson on dirty talk. 

Your orgasm builds slow with each press of his fingers, with each little fact he brings up (despite how unsexy they actually are at face value)

And you’re so so close when

“Hey, have you seen K2?”

Cassian’s voice cuts through over the your personal line

K2 sighs and withdraws, and you hiss at him that no, you were so close, just ignore Cassian

“If we ignore him, he’ll come looking,” K2 says

And he wipes his fingers on your sheets before just fucking. 

LEAVING, THE BASTARD

[mandadoration]

I gotta know, what was cassian’a reaction when k2 told him??

Mmm well after all was said and done, they just went back to their rooms, and Cassian was still lowkey giving K-2 looks bc he still thinks something is up and once they’re back to their room, K-2 just straight up tells him that he’s been frisky with you on the regular

Cassian is used to K-2′s bluntness, so at first he was probably like “oh okay well just don’t let it interfere with our work” until he really processed it and literally stopped whatever he was doing to stare at him

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“... really.”

“Yes.”

“... Re--”

“I don’t know how many times I have to say it.”

Cassian just... sighs in the most resigned way. “Okay.” Is it the craziest thing he’s heard? Probably not. He’s just surprised K-2 would even partake in those things.