A/N: this was running around my mind so i wrote it, it's really short but nvm it's cute i like it (and i wrote it after i confessed to my crush that i liked him so the feelings the reader gets are like the feelings i got except they don't get rejected lmfaooo)
Warnings: kissing, swearing, reader is a padawan but around the same age as Wolffe,
Word count: 626
You're standing by your master, Plo Koon, as he debriefs the Wolfpack. You love the 104th with your whole heart, but you harbour a special soft spot for their commander, CC-3636, otherwise known as Wolffe. Your heart jumps every time he smiles - a rare occurrence, which becomes more frequent when you're around. He's gentle with you, almost protective, and you're one of the people he trusts without question.
And currently, he's staring at you as if no one else exists in the galaxy.
Plo's words are falling on deaf ears as Wolffe's eyes glue themselves to you - both the flesh one and the cybernetic one, roaming over you as if they have a life of their own. It's the way that they move which confirms that he's not just zoned out, methodically but also dreamily as he imprints the vision of you in his mind - that and the fact that you've never caught him not listening attentively when Master Plo adresses him and his squad.
'You're dismissed now,' your master says. 'Go and have some rest, you need it. All of you.'
It's only then that you realise you were returning Wolffe's longing gaze, and before you can stop and second guess yourself, you call out his name. His head snaps up from where his eyes were fixed on your lips, and he blinks in a way that tells you he heard not one of Master Plo's words. Grabbing his arm as he comes over, you steer him away from his brothers, ignoring the way your heart is pounding frantically at the feel of your arm through his. Everything seems to have been muffled, dampened, and all you can sense is the gentle rise and fall of Wolffe's chest as he looks down at you, confusion written on his battle scarred features. You're dimly aware that you're shaking, but you're unsure if he can feel it too, or if it's just you as you cock your head, desperately hoping you don't fuck up as you open your mouth to speak.
'Why were you staring at me, Wolffe?'
His eyes widen. 'Me? I - I - I don't think s - so, m - maybe I was j - just zoned out - '
'Is that so?' You ask, sounding far more confident than you feel.
'Y - yeah, I - I - '
'Shut up,' you whisper.
He falls silent without protest, eyes widening as you lean forward, fingers hooking into his breastplate as you pull him down towards you, fitting your lips to his. You feel him jump, sense his confusion, his surprise, his complete and utter joy as his hands fumble over you before finding their home at the small of your back and the nape of your neck. He tastes like warmth, like the gentle fall of autumn leaves and as rich as Corellian liquor as he kiss you back, his hair soft beneath your fingers as you become bolder, sucking at his bottom lip and smiling against his mouth as he groans, hands clenching at the feeling.
Gently, he lifts you by your waist, hands fluttering over you as if you might evaporate. Pulling back, he smiles as if nothing matters any more, his eyes gleaming as he gazes into your eyes before darting forward for another kiss. You link your arms around his neck, grinning as you pepper his face with butterfly soft pecks. He's beautiful, with the setting sun golden on his handsome features, his eyes a rich brown and full of happiness as he spins you around, laughing until both your cheeks hurt.
And when he sets you down, you keep your arms around his neck and close your eyes as he leans in, pressing his forehead to yours, his lips brushing against your own.
'Kiss me again, my love.'
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Star Wars Guys x Reader
FanfictionIncludes: Anakin Skywalker, Cassian Andor, Kylo Ren, Darth Maul, Cad Bane, Rex, Would include the Mandalorian but I kind of already have a book on him ;) Also Star Wars obviously doesn't belong to me.
