#catsnkooks

It’s times like these that you’re happy to have a job that lets you be near the clone barracks. 

You can easily sneak in to meet your favorite commander, wasting no time to grab his face and kiss him. 

Your enthusiasm always riles Wolffe up, the way you’re always so ready for him.

It riles him up so much that he’ll just take you against the door of whatever supply closet you snuck into. 

You have your legs wrapped around him, eyes closed and a small ‘o’ forming on your lips at the sensation of Wolffe’s cock filling you up. 

The way you never get used to just how good he feels always takes you by surprise. 

You try to hold back your moans by biting your lip or burying your face in his shoulder. 

But Wolffe doesn’t like that, no. He wants to hear you, hear the beautiful noises that leave your mouth as he fucks you raw against the door. 

“Let me hear you. C’mon let’s hear the way my little slut sounds taking her commander’s cock.”

He rams into you harder, fingers on your legs tightening their grip. 

A loud moan escapes your lips at the feeling, your eyes closing tighter as you try to process how good he fills you up. 

“Mmm yes, like that. What a good little slut, taking my cock like that.”

He’s vocal too, grunting as he thrusts into you, his groans and moans edging you to your breaking point. 

When you do come undone, Wolffe is there with you, mumbling words in Mando’a as he fills you with his seed.