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Commander Wolffe x reader

His Favorite General Series: Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6★, 7★, 8★, 9★, 10, 11★, 12, 13★, 14, 15, 16, 17 ★

Description: After a deadly blow to your squad, you join Master Plo temporarily. You and 104th Commander don't see eye to eye on anything, but you can't help the feelings that grow for the grouchy clone. One sided enemies to lovers, you could say. Jedi!reader. Fem!reader. AFAB. Some OC's. Eventual smut.

**Note for His Favorite General: updated 7/3/26. Next chapter 7/19.

Off limits

Description: Wolffe expressing his feelings??? Medic!Reader. Gender neutral.

·············· ❀ 501st ❀ ·············

ARC trooper Jesse x reader

Confession

Description: Jesse is a huge flirt. Medic!reader. Fem!reader.

Crush to Boyfriend ★ (mentions of sex but nothing explicit)

Description: Gender neutral.

ARC trooper Echo x reader

Just friends? ★

Description: Echo and you are just friends... at least that's what you tell yourself. A silly game of truth or dare may be the breaking point. AFAB.

ARC trooper Fives x reader

Right in front of me

Description: You have a crush on Fives, and Fives doesn't feel the same. At least that's what you think. Gender neutral!reader. Medic!reader.

Call It What You Want ★

Description: Very loosely based off of Call It What You Want by Taylor Swift. You have a surprise your boyfriend, Fives. Jedi!reader. AFAB.

Hardcase x reader

drabble ★

Description: Your boyfriend just got back and he shows you just how much he missed you. AFAB. Yes, I know it’s not technically a drabble, I just got carried away and was too lazy to think of a new name.

Captain Rex x reader

Date night in

Description: It's supposed to be yours and the Captain's date night, but you're having a hard time. Your Captain, however, is always there for you. Gender neutral!reader.

A morning with Rex

Description: You and Rex get some time off. Rex likes to cuddle. Gender neutral.

Kix x reader

It’s not what you think ★

Description: You have been pining over Kix since day one. With Jesse’s help, you decide to tell Kix how you feel, however there is a misunderstanding. Medic!reader. AFAB.

We'll Meet Again ★

Description: Description: You and Kix have a reunion in a storage room. Jedi!reader. AFAB.

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Commander Cody x reader

Little black dress ★

Description: You and the 212th Commander have been dancing around each other for awhile. You hope to finally push him over the edge with a surprise. Reader wears a dress. AFAB.

············ ☠︎︎ Bad Batch ☠︎︎ ···········

Hunter x reader

Massage ★

Description: You give Hunter a massage and things turn spicy. AFAB.

I thought we were friends ★ (no smut) Part 2 ★

Description: You thought you and Hunter were friends until he pulls away suddenly. The truth is revealed during a mission. Gender neutral.

Echo x reader

Gorgeous ★ (no smut, just vulgar language)

Description: Shy!reader has a hard time talking to Echo because of their crush. Protective Echo comes to the rescue during a bad date. Gender neutral. Very loosely based on Gorgeous by Taylor Swift.

Drunken night

Description: Echo takes care of you after a night out. Gender neutral.

Wrecker x reader

Sweet and Spicy ★

Description: Two short scenarios (fluff and smut) of Wrecker. Can be read as gender neutral. In the first part, reader is described as having hair long enough to braid and is "soft".

Cuddles

Description: You're exhausted, and Wrecker provides a solution. Gender neutral!reader.

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Commander Fox x reader

Anniversary

Description: Fox is late. Gender neutral.

Untitled ★

Description: Shamless smut. AFAB.

End Game ★ (No explicit smut, just suggestive)

Description: Fox hates senators... except for one. Fem!reader. Senator!reader. Loosely based on End Game by Taylor Swift.

Request

Description: Fox comes home to Senator!reader after a tough few weeks. Gender neutral.

Request ★

Description: Fox gets jealous. Kinda fwb to lovers. AFAB.

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Alpha-17 x reader

Kamino isn't that boring ★ (no smut, just spicy) Part 2 ★ (smut)

Description: A confrontation with Alpha pushes him over the edge. Medic!reader. I use 'breast' an anatomical term, so could be read as gender neutral.

***part 2 is fem!reader, AFAB

The Dress ★

Description: You wear a dress that you know Alpha likes. AFAB, fem!reader.

Commander Neyo x reader

Delicate

It wasn’t until this last mission did you see your chance;

Everyone was asleep in their bunks, except for Hunter who was in the cockpit. You quietly snuck out of the bunks and tiptoed towards the direction of Hunter. When you reached the cockpit, you could see him slouched over with his head in hands. For a second, you thought about leaving, but you know he has heard you by now.

Your assumption is confirmed when you hear a gruff, “What are you doing up?”

Hunter hasn’t looked up, but you can hear the exhaustion saturating his voice.

“Just checking on you,” you murmur, trying to keep your voice quieter for him. You get a hum in return, and you decide to go sit in the chair next to him. You look at his fatigued figure, and your chest aches at the sight.

“How’s your head?” you ask.

“Better,” Hunter answers, but the way he says it is unconvincing. You sit there in silence for a few seconds, contemplating if you should leave. You don’t want to overwhelm him and his senses anymore than they already are. He has told you before about his migraines after a mission, and you don’t want to be the reason it gets worse just because you want some time alone with him.

“You make it better,” his voice breaks you from your internalized debate.

“Huh?” you dumbly respond, not thinking you heard him right.

“I said-” he finally raises his head up to look at you, and his tired eyes find yours, “-you make it better.”

You stare at him in silence, your brain trying to conjure up a response. Unfortunately, all you come up with is, “Oh.”

Hunter chuckles at your reaction before leaning back. When he does, a few strands of hair fall away from his eyebrow, revealing a cut.

“You’re hurt,” you audibly note and automatically search for the first aid kit.

“I’m alright,” Hunter tries to reassure you.

But you have to argue, “Let me at least clean it.” 

Hunter smirks at your determination, “If it’ll make you feel better, mesh’la.” You’re not facing him, thankfully, otherwise he would see the way your eyes widen at the pet name. You’re not exactly sure what it means, but you’ve heard Wrecker say it once when he was flirting with the owner of a bakery. So, you assume it’s a good thing.

You try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach, but they seem to be fighting their own war. You put your attention back on the first aid kit before bringing a swab over to Hunter. Hunter, of course, is still smirking, clearly amused by your flustered state, but you ignore him. You carefully brush his hair to the side, while you stand over him. The position is not very comfortable for your back, but you don’t mind if it’s for Hunter. 

Hunter, however, does notice, mainly because of the slight grimace on your face. Before the swab can touch him, he takes your wrist and gently tugs you towards him. You’re not sure what he’s doing – not until you find yourself sitting sideways in his lap. He’s only in his blacks, so you immediately feel his body heat under your legs. Your cheeks are burning at the position, and you stare at him for a good moment, which prompts him to ask, “You okay?”

He may have asked if you, yourself, were okay, but the tone in his voice sounds more like a “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” you finally squeak out. You blink a few times before returning to the task. You’re so close to him, you can see every miniscule scar on his face, and your heart clenches at the thought of everything he has had to go through. You don’t realize you were staring until you feel his large hand gently squeeze your waist. You meet his mischievous brown eyes, but neither of you say anything. 

You quickly clear your throat and finally start cleaning his cut. Hunter lets out a grunt at the first contact, which makes you pull it back.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to be so gentle,” Hunter says, which causes your eyebrows to scrunch in reluctance.

“I want to be gentle for you,” you whisper. You can see something in Hunter change. You can’t exactly pin point it, but you can tell what you said did something to him by the way his throat bobbed.

You return your attention back to the cut and finish cleaning it. Although, you were slightly distracted in the middle of it when you felt Hunter’s thumb start to rub little circles on your hip.

“Okay, I’m done,” you quietly announce. You lean back from his face, but you also make no move to get up from his lap.

“Am I going to make it, doc?” Hunter jokes in that deep voice of his.

“I don’t know… it’s 50/50 right now,” you return his banter.

“I know something that can make me feel better,” his voice somehow manages to get deeper. 

“Yeah? What’s that?” you return in your own hushed voice. He doesn’t audibly answer though. Instead, his eyes flicker down to your lips, which makes your breath catch in your throat. 

You find yourself subconsciously leaning in, but Hunter’s hand still finds your cheek. 

“This okay?” he huskily asks, only breaking eye contact with your lips to look into your eyes. You don’t even answer, and instead you connect your lips with his. His hand cupping your face, immediately pulls you closer – if that’s even possible.

The gentleness of this kiss only lasts for a few seconds until the hunger from both of you takes over. His slightly chapped lips move against yours, like they’re trying to claim you. The tip of his tongue teases your bottom lip, and you part your mouth to let him in. You’re so caught up in the kiss, you almost forgot you had to breathe. You pull back slightly to breathe, but Hunter continues his journey from your jaw to your neck. You let out a harsh huff of air when you feel him gently nip at your neck.

“Hunter,” you sigh as your hands find his hair.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he says into the crook of your neck in between kisses and nips.

“Me too,” you hum. When you squirm on his lap to try to get closer to him, you feel something against your leg – something hard. 

“Hunter,” you chuckle, and his face finally withdraws from your neck. That smirk is once again on his face.

“Yeah?” he smugly inquires, but he already knows. You catch him off guard when you cup his bulge before giving it a gentle, but firm, squeeze. Hunter lets out a low moan, one that almost sounds like a growl. His eyes squeeze shut as his head tilts back to rest on the seat. You tease his cock through his pants, as you run your hand up and down his covered length. You feel his hips under you start to slightly rock with your movements. 

“Take it out,” you whisper. Hunter’s eyes shoot open to look at you before turning to look over his shoulder, presumably at the door. You think he’s about to say no, that you guys shouldn’t do this here, but suddenly, he lets out an unintelligible string of curses before lifting his hips up to pull his pants down slightly. His cock springs free, almost hitting his stomach. It’s flushed a deep red, and his tip is already smeared with his precum. 

You don’t even think twice before you reach out for it. You drag your thumb over his slit, which makes him hiss.

“Please,” Hunter raspily begs. And you show him mercy, as you slowly start to pump him. You only pull your hand away once to spit in your hand before returning it to his cock. Hunter’s breaths become heavier, and his head eventually finds your neck again in order to muffle his moans.

“Feels so good,” you hear him praise you at one point. He urges you to go faster, and his hips start rocking more aggressively. You would’ve been worried about falling off his lap, but his grip around your waist was tight. 

The lewd slick noises were filling the quiet cabin of the Marauder. Anyone could have walked in, but neither you nor Hunter cared at the moment. You both had waited for each other long enough.

“Gonna come,” he warns you. He captures your lips in another heated kiss, groaning into your mouth. You focus on his sensitive tip, giving it a few twists of your hand before Hunter comes all over his shirt and your hand. He’s panting into your mouth, while his eyes remain closed. You carefully release him before kissing the side of his mouth.

You give him a few moments to collect himself before you snuggle into him. His other arm wraps around you, pulling you close to him. It’s a few more moments before his breathing returns to a somewhat steady rate. 

His hand finds the back of your head, cueing you to look at him. He presses a tender kiss to your lips before whispering, “Thank you.”

You quietly chuckle before joking, “You’re more than welcome. If you ever want to do this again, you know where to find me.”

Hunter regards you for a second, his face not giving away what he’s feeling, but you had the feeling like you said something wrong.

“You know I want more than that… with you, right?” he murmurs.

The butterflies in your stomach suddenly erupt again. Hunter, however, continues, “I know we haven’t had any time together recently to talk, and I really enjoyed this. Like a lot. But I want more of you… all of you if that’s okay…”

A big smile breaks out on your face, and you don’t hesitate to answer, “Of course that’s okay, Hunter.”

A smile that could rival your own appears on Hunter’s lips. 

“Only if that means I get all of you too,” you say.

“You already had me,” Hunter returns with an affectionate gleam in his dark eyes. Your brain goes silent at his sweet words, and you’re worried you were silent for too long but Hunter is already speaking.

“Let’s get that hand of yours cleaned up.”

You somehow forgot about the sticky mess on your hand, but you nod your head in agreement. In the fresher, Hunter stands behind you as he helps you wash your hands. You insisted you could do it yourself, but Hunter said it was his job to clean you up — but really, he just wanted a reason to keep close to you.

Both of you return to the cockpit, and Hunter places you back into his lap again. You’re about to fall asleep in his arms when breaks the silence once more.

“I’m returning the favor when we get back,” he whispers into your ear before placing a kiss on your temple. 

“Can’t wait,” you sleepily tease, making Hunter nip at your neck again. 

Rex was never a boobs or ass guy. It's cheesy, but he genuinely did just like everything about you. Whenever you two had sex, he worshipped ALL of you because he knew to never take something so precious for granted.

He didn't really have a favorite position either. Maybe he would answer missionary so he could look into your eyes as he made love to you, but doggy or cowgirl... he had no strong feelings towards. Don't get me wrong, he still thinks you're crazy hot no matter what, but he's a romantic.

That was until your surprise for him...

You were on Rex's lap, grinding against him, while your lips were locked with his. It wasn't until his hand started snaking his hand up towards your boob did you slide off of him.

"What's wrong?" he pants, as he looks at you standing between his legs.

"I have a surprise," you giggle, your cheeks burning in anticipation of his reaction. You slowly peel your shirt off, and you can tell the exact moment Rex sees your surprise. His eyes widen and his jaw slackens. Rex even stops breathing, and the room fills with a charged silence as he takes in your newest addition.

The glint of the metal is hard to miss, even with the dim lighting of the room.

You step towards him now, and you rest your hands on his strong shoulders while his hands automatically find your hips. He still hasn't broken eye contact with your piercings nor has he said anything, but the way he squeezes your hips tells you he very much likes what he sees.

"Rex... I have some rules though," you murmur, trying gently to get his attention. When he looks up, his pupils are blown wide, and you can tell he's trying hard to keep his focus on your face and not look back down.

"I just got them done... so no touching just yet... mouth or hands," you say, as you run one hand over his short blonde hair. His jaw clenches at that, obviously delaying some of the dirty plans his mind was brewing.

"Of course, love," Rex responds before glancing back down. You climb back into his lap and capture his lips in another kiss. And that night, you stayed on top most of the time. Rex was more than distracted as you bounced on top of him, giving him the perfect view of your piercings.

Rex loved to praise you, but tonight he seemed at a loss for words. "Mesh'la" seemed to be the only word he could speak. He would say it so softly, you would think he was in a trance -- which he was.

Crosshair who calls you “princess” as a way to get under your skin. If he wants to get you going, all he has to do is utter that name. Crosshair would never tell you, but he only calls you that so you give him your attention — and he thinks you’re beautiful when you’re yelling at him (#he has issues).

Crosshair who calls you “princess” in bed as a way to tease you. Especially after you begged him to let you be on top, but now your trembling legs are too tired to help you move.

“What’s wrong? Too much work for you, princess?” Crosshair teases below you. You muster a glare to send his way, but you still give in and let him take control. Even though Crosshair teases you, he secretly loves that you’re a pillow princess. He’s an asshole, but your pleasure is important to him.

Vs

Mayday who calls you “princess” only to show adoration — he never says it in a condescending way. He definitely gives you princess treatment, so it’s only natural for “princess” to be added in the list of affectionate names he has for you.

Mayday knows he’s lucky to have you, to love you, and always makes sure to tell you that. It’s cheesy, but when he has you sprawled out on the bed, your hair perfectly framing your face, and your soft eyes looking up at him, Mayday thinks your beauty is something only out of a fairytale.

You try to ignore him, you really do. You want to keep this team running without any hiccups, but you can only take so much.

You find yourself at a bar on some random planet. Tech and Echo are trying to fix whatever is going on with the Marauder, but you were not going to stick around — not with Crosshair lurking around.

It’s the typical drunk locals that are keeping you company. Well, you’re in a corner, sipping on whatever the bar tender had put in front of you. You don’t know what the drink is called, but it burns on its way down. You should’ve known that your quiet bubble would’ve been bursted sooner rather than later.

A drunk patron who reeks of sweat suddenly throws his arm around you. You quickly push him off of you, standing from your bar seat.

“Don’t touch me,” you snarl.

“Oh, come on, baby,” the man drunkenly coos. “I can tell you’re not from around here, but I can show you some real fun,” the man tries to approach you again.

However, you’re not able to say or do anything before the man goes flying back. Crosshair’s towering form seems have to appeared from thin air.

“You need to keep your hands to yourself,” Crosshair hisses.

“I didn’t even touch them,” the patron lied as he tried to regain their footing.

Crosshair takes a step forward, likely to do something that would leave this guy bruised and sore in the morning, but you quickly grab his hand.

“Crosshair, stop. Let’s just go,” you plead. Your night was already ruined, and you didn’t need the town’s authorities adding to your list of ever-growing problems.

Crosshair quickly glances down at your joined hands and regards the sight for a quiet moment before looking back up at you. He doesn’t say a word as he withdraws his hand from yours and heads for the door. You quickly follow after him, but not before paying your tab with the grumbling bartender.

“I didn’t even know you were there,” you huff as you catch up to Crosshair. He walks at a leisurely pace, but his long lanky legs allow him to cover more distance than you so you have to walk a bit faster to keep up.

Crosshair doesn’t answer you though.

“Thank you, but I had it handled,” you mutter. You’re surprised when Crosshair stops walking and turns to look down at you. His eyes are flickering across your face, as a contemplative look takes place on his own face. After a few moments under his intense scrutiny, he hums noncommittally.

“Don’t need to handle it by yourself,” he mumbles. Your eyebrows shoot up in response, surprised at his slightly sweet response. But you feel like something is coming because Crosshair is not sweet. He’s annoying, nit picky and rude.

“What? So only you’re allowed to bother me?” You sass, crossing your arms in front of you. Crosshair’s eyes follow the movement before he tilts his head to the side and smirks.

“Yeah. I am,” he amusedly returns. He doesn’t wait for your response though before he turns and starts walking again.

Duty called, you think to yourself. You rationalize that he’s dealing with someone from the Council – it’s not everyday do you run into a Jedi Master turned Sith. To make matters worse, they had almost lost another general. With that, you reluctantly decide to get up. You barely make it into the sitting position when your door slides up. Your eyes shoot up to find familiar armor, and you don’t even say anything before he’s making his way in.

“Yes, yes, come in, please,” you joke at how comfortable he is. 

“You’ve never had a problem with it before,” he states matter-of-factly, which makes your lips quirk up.

“I never have and never will,” you respond quietly. Wolffe has his helmet on, so you can’t see his reaction, but you know his eyes softened just the slightest. Wolffe isn’t a sentimental person because that’s not how he was programmed, he told you one random night. However, he added that you make him softer. He said the word “softer” like it personally offended him, but it was one of his ways of letting you know how much he cares for you without having to say those three other words. 

He doesn’t say anything, just lets out a quiet grunt before he walks over to you. His gloved hand reaches out to cup your face and angle it up towards his. You can tell he’s analyzing your face for anything wrong, and your suspicions are confirmed when he asks, “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” you simply say, though his silence is demanding you to elaborate.

“Wolffe, I’m okay. Maybe a little tired, but no pain. You can check for yourself if you’d like,” you sass him. 

“Then take your shirt off,” he mutters. Suddenly, your sass exits the vicinity, and you feel your cheeks heat up.

“Shy now?” Wolffe darkly chuckles. You don’t answer though, not having a comeback good enough – it’s one thing that frustrates you about Wolffe: he always knows how to short circuit your brain.

Instead, you opt to peel off your shirt, making Wolffe step back, and you reveal your bare chest and abdomen. You can see the effect it has on Wolffe by the way he clenches his fist.

“Lay back,” he says, his voice sounding deeper now. You scoot back on the cot before settling on your back, waiting for Wolffe’s next move. And at first, he doesn’t move. He just watches because he knows it makes you squirm. You prove him right once again, as you impatiently call out to him, “Wolffe.”

It’s not until you say his name does he start moving. He first takes off his helmet, and your heart starts to race when you meet his eyes. It sounds weird, but you swear his cyberkinetic eye is just as expressive as his human eye. He doesn’t break eye contact as he takes his gloves off. With the lackadaisical pace he’s going at, you know he’s teasing you. 

You’re surprised though when he also starts stripping off his armor.

“We got time?” you ask, but it’s more an assumption than a question.

“Got an hour,” he confirms, his eyes flitting down to your chest as you take a deep breath at his answer.

“What are you gonna do?” you taunt, but it comes out a bit breathy. 

“Don’t know. Don’t want to hurt you,” his serious response erases the playful mood you had.

You regard him for a moment as he finishes stripping himself. He took off his shirt to let you see his own chest, making your thighs clench. Even with his stern attitude, he still smirks at your actions.

“Come here,” you gently say, patting the spot next to you. Wolffe doesn’t hesitate to join you, as he lays on his side beside you, propping himself up with one arm to look over. His hand also doesn’t hesitate to find your bare chest, letting his fingers lightly graze over one of your nipples. You arch into his touch, but his hand doesn’t stay in the same place for long.

You think it’s just mindless teasing until his hand drifts down to your wound, which is now fully healed, leaving just the scar. That doesn’t stop anger from brewing in Wolffe’s eyes as his fingers trace the outline of it but never quite touching the scar itself.

You grab his hand to stop his movements, and you can see his body tense when you do, like he’s afraid he touched you wrong. 

“Please, Wolffe, I need you,” you quietly beg, looking at him with those pleading eyes that you know he can’t resist. When he doesn’t move though, you take his hand and guide it over the scar on your side, and you reassure him, “See… I’m fine.” His eyes search yours for any sign of pain as his fingers delicately run over the ridges. You become bolder and move his hand from your scar down to in between your legs, causing him to clench his jaw, which you know is a sign his resolve is slipping.

He cups your center through your pants, adding just enough pressure to make you let out a quiet moan. That noise was the breaking point for Wolffe, and he quickly leans down to claim your lips. This kiss is nothing like the sweet, reassuring ones you two shared last night. This is consuming and demanding, telling you not to scare him like that again. And there it is, the slightest bit of fear permeates the Force.

You pull away with ragged breaths, cupping his face, you whisper, “Wolffe, I’m okay.”

Your own body tenses when you see the glossy veil over his brown eye. “Wolffe,” you say again. He opens his mouth to say something, but it quickly snaps just as he shakes his head and pulls away from you. He looks away, trying to hide the turmoil inside of him. 

Your hand reaches out carefully for his cheek, and when he doesn’t move away from you, you gently turn his face towards you. Your heart breaks at the sight before you when a single tear falls from his eye.

You brush your thumb over it, but you don’t say anything. You feel another shift, the hint of fear turns into a wave of sadness. 

“Wolffe, what’s wrong?” You nervously ask him, looking for the answer in his eyes.

Wolffe observes you in silence, his own eyes flickering over your worried face. 

“You got new orders,” is all he says. You don’t ask him to clarify because you already know what he means.

Your orders for your new deployment. With your new squad. Away from Wolffe.

Suddenly, your throat feels tighter. It’s something you two always knew was going to happen — having to leave each other — but even with all the preparation, it still feels like crushing weight on your chest.

“This might be our last time,” he whispers as if he would break if he spoke any louder.

Last time… last time holding you like this, last time seeing you like this, last time loving you like this…

“You don’t know that,” you try to reassure him, but he shakes his head.

“You’re right, I don’t know, but that doesn’t mean my words aren’t true,” he murmurs. And you can’t say anything back to that because you know he’s right. The moments of silence between you are thick with tension; neither of you know where to go from here. 

Wolffe is the one who breaks the silence, his hand returning to your bare abdomen when he asks, “Can I still have you, cyar’ika?”

The meaning behind his words aren’t lost on you. Have you in the sexual sense is obvious, but there’s a deeper question of your future that lies in it. 

Have you in his heart, as his real reason to fight in this war. Have you in the sense of you belonging to each other, even when you two are separated.

“Of course you can, Wolffe. You’ll always have me,” you promise. You don’t want to promise him you’ll see each other again, because it’s just not realistic. The last thing you want to do is make a promise to him that you can’t keep.

“When the war is over, we’ll find each other,” you say, echoing those words you said to each other only a few weeks ago. It’s a cheat of a promise. Neither of you are promising to stay alive — because life is never guaranteed — but if you both make it out, you will see each other.

“We will,” Wolffe assents.

Your hand had never left his cheek. You slide it down to his neck, gently pulling him towards you again.

His lips meet yours in a soft kiss. It’s quick, as he pulls back some to look at you. You think he’s going to say something, but he dives back down with the same energy from earlier. His lips devour yours in a passionate kiss.

This is your Wolffe.

His hand on your abdomen finds your nipple, and he pinches it between his large fingers. Your gasp from it opens access to your mouth for him, and his tongue finds his way in. He uses his tongue, like he’s trying to brand you, like he’s trying to make sure you wouldn’t ever forget the feeling of him.

His hand makes his way back down to your center, but this time he makes sure to slip it underneath your pants. Wolffe lets out a pleased growl when he finds your wet folds. His fingers easily slide through them, back and forth, just letting you feel him. He runs his skillful fingers back up to your clit, rubbing you just the way you like.

“Wolffe,” you break away from his mouth, while your own fingers dig into the back of his neck, making him grunt. 

“I want to taste you,” is all the warning he gives you before he’s sitting up and practically ripping off your pants. He climbs off the bed and pulls your bare body to the edge of it before he kneels in between your legs. He hauls your legs over his shoulders and wastes no time attaching his mouth to you. His long, fierce licks have you reaching for his hair. The way he claims your center is the way he claimed your mouth just minutes earlier. 

You’d never forget him even if you tried.

“Wolffe!” He makes you cry out as two of his thick fingers push into you. You slap your hand over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your moans, but he’s not having any of that. He breaks away from your cunt to pull your hand away from your mouth.

“I want to hear you,” he growls, and the look in his eyes tells you not to argue with him.

But you still do, “They’ll hear us.”

“I don’t care,” he answers sternly, letting you know that that’s final.

He returns down to your wet cunt, sliding his fingers into you once again. When you let out a small moan, Wolffe smirks, “I know you can be louder than that, cyar’ika.”

His lips latch back onto the bundle of nerves, sucking on you harshly making you call out his name.

“Good girl, there you go,” he mumbles against your clit. His fingers that were pumping in and out of you at a slow pace have picked up their speed. Your legs tremble around Wolffe’s head as he pushes deeper and sucks harder. His tongue flattens out over your bud, which makes you yelp in pleasure. Your lower abdomen already is tightening, and your walls are fluttering around his fingers.

“You’re close,” is more of a statement than a question.

His mouth has left you, but his fingers are still working you. 

“Wolffe, please,” you whimper. Your whining state makes him let out an amused huff.

“Want you to come all over my face,” he orders before his tongue finds you again. The stimulation of his tongue and his fingers pushes you over the edge, but Wolfe doesn’t let up through your orgasm. The wave of pleasure is interrupted by the feeling of overstimulation. It feels good too, but it’s slightly overwhelming.

“Wolffe,” you warn, trying to squirm away from him, but he wraps his unoccupied arm around one of your thighs, his strength easily holding you in place.

“Wolffe!” You cry again. The second wave of pleasure happens so fast, you feel the wind knocked out of you. 

You’re incoherently babbling Wolffe’s name, as if that’s all you can remember. His fingers slow down, and he slowly detaches his lips from you. He pulls out his fingers carefully, making you whine at the loss. The sudden emptiness makes you reach for him again, yet he’s not there. You barely manage to prop yourself up on your elbows to look for him.

He’s undoing his pants, but the way he looks at you is how a predator would with its prey. Your legs close together to relieve the ache, your cunt already hungry for more. When he pushes his pants past his waist, his thick cock springs up. Your half-lidded eyes immediately widen. You’re always surprised at how he manages to put all of that inside you. 

“You’re so pretty when you come,” Wolffe says with a husky voice. He licks his lips, and he clearly tastes your release on his lips still. “Taste good too,” he smirks. He can tell his compliments are getting you restless, but he continues to tease you as he grabs hold of his cock and starts stroking himself. 

“Open up,” he growls. You gingerly pull your legs apart, leaving your cunt naked to him once again. It clenches around nothing, which Wolffe sees. He lets out a low moan at the scene, “Kriff.”

He doesn’t make you wait much longer — his own patience wearing thin — and he climbs over top of you. With one solid arm, he scoots you up further on the cot, making room for himself between your legs. 

Your legs spread even further to accommodate his large muscular body. His hard length brushes against your wet center, making you push yourself further against him. Wolffe, however, lightly grabs your jaw to force you to focus on him.

“You tell me if you’re having any pain,” he orders. You nod in response, but that’s not good enough for him. “Use your words, cyar’ika,” he murmurs.

“I’ll tell you, Wolffe,” you breathily rush out, hoping he would get on with it. 

Your quick response has Wolffe letting out a small chuckle, “So impatient, jett’ika.” 

“Wolffe,” you almost growl, but you’re quickly cut off when you feel Wolffe guide his erection through your soaked folds. He runs it through your folds, and he makes sure to tease your clit with the head of his cock. He rubs it over your bundle of nerves before he lightly smacks it a few times with his cock.

“Wolffe, please,” you beg, which seems to be what he was waiting for as he slides his cock down to your opening. He barely pushes the tip in before you’re throwing your head back, squeaking at the tight fit.

“Kriff, you got to relax, mesh’la,” Wolffe groans. He covers you with his body as he leans down over you. His lips connect with yours in a kiss that’s… sweet. The sweet kiss is the complete opposite of this intense scene, but you’re not complaining. Your fingers find his hair and roam through his curls, which encourages his unusual mushy behavior. He nips at your bottom lip, making you gasp and him smile. You were so focused on his lips that you didn’t even realize his length had made it into you fully. Wolffe’s hips were softly rocking against yours.

“Feel good?” Wolffe smirks.

“More, Wolffe,” you whimper.

“Greedy girl,” he chuckles before he pulls his length almost all the way out before slowly pushing back in. Your moans is all Wolffe needs to continue his actions, however, he never picks up the speed. He reaches his hand up to grab one of yours from his head. You think he’s about to change positions, but he instead interlinks your fingers together and places your joined hands next to your head. You glance over at your hands, but Wolffe draws your attention back to him when he gives your hand a squeeze.

You see a faint blush on Wolffe’s tanned cheeks, because he obviously didn’t want your attention drawn to that significant action. Your heart picks up its speed tenfold at the sentiment. You want to say something but decide not to, knowing he’d get embarrassed.

Wolffe decides to distract you with his lips, peppering kisses along your jaw and down your neck. He finds his favorite place right next to your pulse before he lightly sucks his mark onto you.

“Wolffe,” you warn, but you know it’s too late. 

“I want you to make me yours,” he says in the crook of your neck. He suddenly pulls out of you and lies down on his back, but not without dragging you along with. Now, you’re sitting on top of him with Wolffe’s hands greedily grabbing at your hips.

“Come on, mesh’la,” he urges you. He maneuvers you to where you’re hovering over his cock, but he waits for you to sink down on him. You both moan at this angle, and you waste no time rocking your hips. You don’t have the same patience as Wolffe though, so the pace you settle on is faster than before. The wet sounds coming from where you and Wolffe are joined only prompts you to go faster.

You lean down to kiss him as your rolling hips continue their attack, and even though Wolffe is trying to let you have some control, his hands still guide you as his hips slightly lift up to fuck you from below – he’s trying though.

Wolffe pulls your head down to his neck before he tilts his head to the side. It confuses you for a second, but you start to make your own hickey on his neck. You feel a sharp, but pleasurable, sting on your ass, and his large hand quickly rubs soothing circles right over his hand print.

“Use your teeth,” he growls in your ear. The request has you leaning back to look at him, and you for any signs of joking in his eyes – but there is none.

“Come on, cyar’ika,” he urges. You hesitantly lower your head back down to where his neck and shoulder meet, guided by one of his hands on the back of your head. 

“Bite,” is all he says. Before you can further think about it, you sink your teeth into his skin. Apparently, it wasn’t hard enough for Wolffe because his hips suddenly slam into you from below, making his cock reach deep into you. It causes you to bite even harder, which earns you a loud groan from Wolffe. His hand that was on the back of your head finds the back of your neck and firmly holds you there.

“Kriff,” you hear Wolffe let out a string of curses, and he eventually pulls you away from the crook of his neck and towards his face to claim your lips in a fierce kiss.

You’re slightly overwhelmed by it all, so you don’t notice Wolffe propping his legs up – not until he starts thrusting hard up into you. His heavy balls smack against your ass with each of his quick thrusts. 

“Wolffe,” you barely let out against his lips as all the air in your body seems to leave. A heavy haze finds your mind, thinking nothing but Wolffe and pleasure. You must have closed your eyes at some point because Wolffe’s hand finds your throat, making you look at him.

“Look at you,” Wolffe grunts. “Dumb on my cock,” he teases, but it comes out slightly breathy, letting you know he’s not invincible from this pleasure.

“So big…” you slur out, causing Wolffe’s hips to slightly stutter at your words.

He quickly flips you two around to where you’re on your back again. He starts at the same brutal pace, but one of his hands finds your clit. You mewl at the overpowering pleasure, while Wolffe watches you from above. His eyes flick from your face to your tits to where you two are joined.

“Gonna come for me, cyar’ika?” The raspiness of his voice has you clenching around his cock.

“Wolffe,” you pant, and your lower abdomen feels like it’s on fire. You’re barely holding on until his other hand finds your abdomen and pushes down right where his cock is hitting you. Lava feels like it flows over your body, and your legs clench around Wolffe’s hips. Then it’s just black. 

Wolffe can’t move his hips anymore by the way your legs are cinched around his waist. But he doesn’t need any longer either, because the euphoric vice-like grip your cunt has on his cock pushes him over his edge. You barely register the jerk of his cock inside you or the warm feeling of his release.

You feel fuzzy when you come to. Wolffe’s warm and slightly sweaty body is heaving over you. One of his hands is cupping your face, while his thumb strokes your cheek.

“Kriff… you okay?” he asks, searching your unfocused eyes.

“Mmm,” you hum.

“Come back to me, cyar’ika,” he whispers.

With a few more moments of Wolffe soothing you, you lift your own hand to mirror his movements.

“Thought I lost you there,” Wolffe cracks a rare joke, and of course you laugh.

“Have to try harder than that to get rid of me,” you return, taking in the beautiful smile on Wolffe’s face. Yet, it seems you have said the wrong thing, because the smile slowly melts before a solemn look appears.

“If only,” he mutters so quietly that you barely catch it. Your heart squeezes once again at the reminder that by this time tomorrow, you won’t have him by your side. Your own somber thoughts are cut off by Wolffe kissing you, and he kisses you until neither of you can breathe. 

“I love you,” he pants against your lips. 

“I’ll love you forever, Wolffe. No matter what, no matter how far, no matter how long until next time,” you vow. You’re reminded of your position, however, when you feel Wolffe’s cock twitch inside you. You clench at the sudden movement, making him grunt. Wolffe isn’t a romantic himself, but you always seem to ignite him when you say such saccharine words.

Wolffe watches you in rapt silence before he murmurs, “We still got ten minutes.”

“Wolffe…” you shake your head with a smile.

“I only need five,” he smirks before flipping you onto your stomach.