DJ!!! If it's okay, for the first kiss prompt could I humbly ask for
"are you sure about this" with our voice king, Sev?
Or!!
their hearts stopping when they hear someone's camera click (a friend catching them in the act ?) with Tup?
Whichever one inspires you more! Please and thank you 💙
A/N: Thank you so much for the ask @secondaryrealm! It was so fun to get back into the swing of writing Sev. You’ll notice that I’m incapable of writing him without mentioning his voice. Voice kink gonna voice kink. Prompt is in purple!
Pairing: Sev x Reader (GN)
Rating: T, but minors DNI as always
Wordcount: 519
Warnings and tags: fluff, mentions of vomit
Summary: You do Sev a solid.
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“Are you sure about this?” Sev’s deep voice rumbled in your ear, sending a tingle of awareness across your neck.
You turned to look at him over your shoulder. “Kriff, no.”
He smirked and slid his helmet into place. “Too bad.”
Without warning, he spun you around and tackled you, sending you both flying out of the LAAT/i and into the abyss as his arms clamped around your body.
You shrieked, too terrified to be embarrassed by the sound. “Oh, my gods, I’m gonna die!”
You clung to Sev, burying your face against his chestplate as you squeezed your eyes shut, clenching your jaw to try to keep from screaming again.
Sev’s low, modulated chuckle sounded through his helmet speaker. “Relax, I’ve done this hundreds of times.”
“Carrying another person?!” you demanded raggedly, still not opening your eyes.
“Uh… no,” he admitted. “That’s why we needed volunteers for the training exercise.”
Your eyes snapped open, not that it mattered, since all you could see was Sev’s armor and helmet.
“Sev,” you asked nervously, “how many times have you done this while carrying somebody?”
“This is the first. I think it’s going well.”
“I can’t believe I let Scorch talk me into this,” you groaned.
“Everyone who’s ever met Scorch has said that at some point.”
You felt your weight shift as he adjusted the flight path of his jetpack, and your stomach flip-flopped. Gods, I think I’m gonna hurl. Please, please don’t let me hurl on him, you prayed silently to the Force.
“Don’t drop me,” you begged.
“Even if I did, the tether would keep you close.” Sev seemed to sense you didn’t find that as reassuring as he thought you would, and he tightened his fingers on you briefly. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
True to his word, he soon landed the pair of you safely on the ground. As he released you, your knees buckled, and he caught you just before you collapsed. He yanked off his helmet with his free hand, and you heard it thud to the ground as he tilted your head so he could see your face.
“You okay?” he asked, scanning you quickly for injuries.
“Yeah, sorry,” you said shakily. “I just need a minute.”
You willed your legs to work as you tried not to stare at his deep, gorgeous eyes or his stupid, perfect mouth that you’d been trying to ignore for months. Why does he smell so kriffing good? He has no right to smell like that.
You cleared your throat. “I, uh, think I can stand now.”
Sev didn’t loosen the arm he had wrapped around your waist, and he stroked your cheek softly with his thumb as he held your head. You gazed into each other’s eyes, as though suspended in time, and then he closed the distance between you as his lips met yours. His lips felt exactly as soft and stupidly perfect as you’d imagined, and you sucked in a tiny, broken gasp when the kiss ended far too soon.
“Wow,” you sighed. “I’m so glad I didn’t hurl on you.”
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