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Desk Job

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader Word Count: 1.8K Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You and Wolffe do ... work ... in your office. A/N: Idea for this taken from parts I edited out of One Moment More so you know it's going to be filthy lol.

It’s not always easy for you to relinquish control. Wolffe knows this. He’s an expert at watching you on the battle field, during training sessions, at mission debriefs with the Jedi Council when you demand to be heard, demand to know the ins and outs of every situation if only so you can make sure that if something goes wrong, it won’t be due to something you missed.

It’s not always easy for you to relinquish control, but in private moments like this — with you bent over in front of him, arms grasping for traction that doesn’t exist on the too slippery surface of your freshly polished office desk, Wolffe makes it his mission to unravel you.

“That feel good, mesh’la?” he whispers in your ear after he pulls you flush against his chest, finally taking pity on your scrambling arms.

The movement pushes him deeper into the tight warmth of your pussy and you nod frantically against the side of his face, a moan trapped under the hand he has clasped over your mouth. 

Wolffe hides a smirk in the crook of your neck as he feels silent whimpers beg to leave your lips. If the two of you were anywhere else — the 104th barracks, a star cruiser, anywhere that wasn’t your office in the GAR compound — Wolffe wouldn’t have his hand even near your mouth except to make sure your face stayed trained on him as he made you scream his name until your voice went raw.

Here, though, surrounded by walls that were shared with other offices, other people who couldn’t know about this, whispers are all that’s allowed. 

Wolffe can handle that, just barely, but you can’t, not without some help. He’s always more than willing to oblige, but sometimes, like now, there’s nothing he loves more than testing just how far he can push.

It’s a bit too easy for you to quiet your moans when turned away from him. When not forced to look down and see what he can always see: you, taking him, pulling him in over and over and drenching him in your juices. It’s a sight Wolffe never tires of, and, right now, he’s in a sharing mood.

With no warning, he pulls out of you, and if it wasn’t for his hand covering your mouth, your whines would no doubt pierce the durasteel walls. To be fair, Wolffe’s not much better off himself. The loss of your warm cunt hugging his aching length is a shock and he has to bite his tongue, the inside of his cheek, his lips to stop from moaning himself.

Quickly, he replaces his cock with his fingers, filling you up again but not quite as heavily as before. Slowly, he feels you calm down. Feels your breathing fall back into a regulated pant. Feels your heartbeat maintain a steady rhythm.

It’s then he removes his hand from your mouth.

When you turn your head, panic once again in your eyes, he arches a brow.

“I need you to stay quiet for me, love,” he whispers, locking his gaze firmly with the depths of yours. “Think you can do that?”

He traces the bob in your throat as you swallow with a thumb, runs his hand down your chest, down your stomach to your waist, waiting for you to respond. 

You give him a small but determined nod and he doesn’t waste a second more in turning you around to face him, fingers still massaging your cunt and twisting with the movement, gripping your waist tighter, and lifting you until you’re sitting on the edge of the desk. The edge of your desk.

You stare at him, lashes fluttering frantically against your cheeks, mouth moving, words not forming. But he doesn’t need to hear you to know what you want to say. He takes a step closer and your legs widen in response, spreading to welcome him in-between, rising to circle his hips. He scissors the two fingers inside you, spreading and stroking, and you suck in a gasp — all air, no noise.

He nods approvingly. “Good girl, just like that.”

He feels you immediately tighten around him at his words and his smile widens.

“You like it when I call you that, hm?”

You glare at him but nod, reach one of your hands up to grasp at his shoulder when he twists his fingers again and he closes his eyes briefly at your touch. When he opens them, he stares down at you for just a moment. Lets himself take in the sight of you wrapped around his fingers. The sight of your breasts heaving against his chest. The sight of you silently begging him for more with the very eyes that had only just scolded him. 

If he wasn’t so determined to take you fiercely and completely on the very place where you did your work for the Republic so that you wouldn’t be able to even sign off on a report without thinking of him throbbing inside you, he’d do things differently right now. 

Maybe take your robe that was hanging on the door and lay it across the floor so that he could lie between your legs and show you all the ways he could worship you with just his tongue. Hell, he could drop to his knees right now and make you grip onto his hair with one hand while the other tries desperately to hold back the prayers coming from your mouth.

As fun as all that would be, it isn’t what Wolffe wants right now. And it isn’t what you need, either.

Gripping your hips just a little tighter, relishing the way your skin feels in his ungloved hand, Wolffe rests his forehead against yours so that every breath or gasp either of you take comes from the other. 

Taking one now, he whispers back into your mouth, “I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to watch.”

You exhale sharply out of your nose, teeth biting even more firmly into your bottom lip and cunt clinching impossibly tighter around his fingers, as he feels one of your hands drift down to settle against his cheek. He turns his head, presses his lips softly against your palm and imagines, just briefly, that you aren’t sitting on your desk in your office on the GAR compound but on a counter in a home on some planet that doesn’t even remember that a war was ever fought.

Then you slide your tongue up his jaw and to his ear. “What are you waiting for, Commander?” you whisper with far too much confidence in your ability to keep quiet.

He pulls his head back slightly, eyes narrowed, and slowly, slowly, removes his fingers from your cunt. Your chest stutters on a huffed breath and he smirks.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers back, “you won’t be empty for long.”

Still smirking, he brings the fingers that were just inside you up to your face and grips your chin, pulling your head down to watch as his other hand brings his cock closer to your opening. A whimper, so small and soft that he might have missed it if everything in his body wasn’t so trained on you right now, escapes from your mouth.

He stills his cock, right at the each of your lips, and tuts. “Gonna have to do better than that, love.”

His fingers tight around your chin make it so that you can’t look up at him, but he knows you’re glaring nonetheless. The thought makes his cock twitch against you and this time you both suck in a sharp breath. Your hand on his shoulder squeezes, trying to pull him even closer, but he resists.

“We do this my way, mesh’la,’ he breathes, finally releasing your chin and moving both hands to your waist. “Keep your eyes on us, yeah?”

Your head bobs as you nod and Wolffe pushes into you at an achingly slow pace, even for him. Every muscle in his body is begging for him to speed up, to grip your waist, pick you off the table and slam into your hot, wet cunt over and over until you’re filled with him. But the way your body trembles with every short thrust, the way your fingernails are digging into his skin, the way he can feel you breathe through your nose because you can’t risk letting your lips loose … it’s too good for him to give up.

When he’s finally fully in you, every inch of his cock buried in your walls, his teeth have broken the skin of his lips and he can taste blood.

Worth it, he thinks as he joins your gaze down at where the two of you are joined.

He moves his hand from you waist and tilts your head up. As much as he enjoys knowing you were seeing the same sight as him, he wants to see your eyes now. Wants to look into them and know what you’re feeling, what you’re thinking, what you want.

When you blink up at him, your pupils blown wide, it’s his turn to stutter on a breath. Something in your gaze pierces straight to his chest and down to his cock, making you both cling to each other tighter.

That something, and he’d be lying to himself if he pretended he didn’t know what it was, works its way through his bones and his blood until he has one hand cradling your cheek and the other weaving his fingers through your own.

He opens his mouth to give that something a name when you beat him to it.

“I love you, Wolffe,” you whisper and he nearly chokes on your words before he realizes you’re not done, “but I thought you said you were going to fuck me.”

He huffs out a laugh, shaking his head as you smirk up at him. He runs a thumb over your cheekbone and that smirk turns into a softer smile that he kisses into a silent moan.

When he says his next words, it’s on air you pant into his mouth. “I was just waiting for you to catch up.”

Later, on his knees and cleaning up the mess he made of you, Wolffe nips the inside of your thigh when you let out a moan. “I love you, mesh’la, but I thought you said you were going to be quiet.”

You grip his hair, fingernails leaving soft trails underneath the curls, and he smiles into you as he reaches around to move your hands, intertwined, until they’re gripping the edge of your desk.

He might have just bared his soul to you with his face buried in your cunt, but that doesn’t mean he’s done with you, or this desk, yet — far from it.

Thinking of all the ways he can still love you and defile you on the very place you work, Wolffe licks his lips and dives in.

Ummm ….. this was too good! 🥹

I would love to see a part 2, where reader has him screaming her name 👉🏽👈🏽

Locked Doors

Pairing: Commander Wolffe x Reader Word Count: 2.7K Rating: Explicit (18+ Only) Summary: You and Wolffe get caught, but Wolffe doesn't want you to be quiet. A/N: A one-shot based off of this earlier post. More light-hearted than my usual as I try to expand my horizons LOL

“Did you hear that?”

You reach your hand back to cover Wolffe’s on your hip, pausing his thrusts, and try to bite back a whimper at the sudden lack of friction.

Behind you, Wolffe growls, deep in his chest, and you swear you can feel the vibrations all the way down to your pussy.

“I didn’t hear anything,” he bites out.

By the sound of his voice, you know that if you look at him now, you’ll see a scowl across his too handsome face — eyebrows scrunched, lips pressed together in a thin line. Maybe even an eye roll added in for fun.

But you keep your eyes trained on the door to his barracks office because you know you heard something. The shuffle of feet, a silent-to-everyone-but-a-Jedi cough.

“Wolffe, I— oh, fuck!”

He interrupts you with a swivel of his hips and you don’t have time to cover your mouth or bite your lip, which you really should have done because there is definitely someone outside that door right now.

You grip the edge of the desk Wolffe has you bent over and shoot a glare back at him. He smirks, the crinkles at the corners of his eyes deepening when three distinct knocks echo through the room.

You feel your eyes widen at the same time Wolffe tightens his hold on your hair and pulls you flush against his chest. The change in position has his cock moving roughly against the walls of your cunt and you have to force down another moan.

“What the fuck, Wolffe?” you pant as he lets go of your hair and trails his hand along the edges of your neck and shoulder.

“The door’s locked, mesh’la,” he whispers into your ear, his breath soaking into your skin and adding to your already ramped up desire. “Whoever’s out there can stay there. You can stay right here. And I can answer his questions just,” he pulls out of you almost completely.

“Like,” he circles a nipple with a thumb while his other hand squeezes your hip.

“This,” he slams back into you and you cover your mouth, trying to muffle a shout at the feel of every inch of his cock so deep in you so quickly.

Wolffe doesn’t give you time to recover before the hand covering your breast moves up your body, fingers circling around your wrist and pulling your hand away from your mouth.

“None of this, though, love,” he presses a kiss into your shoulder. “You want to fuck in my barracks, we’re gonna fuck how I want to. And I want you loud.”

A shiver runs up your spine at his words; there’s tension and anxiety, but also something you hand’t really expected.

Excitement? Curiosity? Desire?

“Let him hear what I do to you.” Wolffe moves his mouth from your shoulder to your neck, nipping at a patch of skin and you close your eyes, still contemplating his proposition.

Your relationship with Wolffe isn’t exactly a secret among the 104th boys. It’s hard to keep anything secret from people you spend so much time around. Especially when you have a tendency to frequent a certain co-commander’s quarters on long war missions.

Aside from a few amused glances (mostly from Boost) or embarrassed smiles (usually from Comet), no one ever says anything, though. At least, not to you. You have no idea what they might say to Wolffe when you’re not around.

Still, as much as you trust the boys, you’ve never done anything like this. Never been loud when you knew for certain they would hear. Never let Wolffe take you knowing there was someone whose view of the two of you was only prevented by a few inches of durasteel. Never had your desire and your passion and your needs so publicly displayed — even if all anyone could do was listen.

You shiver again, a moan creeping up your throat at the realization that you do want this.

You want whoever’s on the other side of that door to know you’re in here. You want them to know that you and Wolffe work just as well together in the bedroom as you do on the field. You want them to know without a shadow of a doubt that you are Wolffe’s and he is yours

With his hand tracing lines down your neck, his breath insistent against your skin, you know that’s what Wolffe wants, too.

Decision made, you turn your head, leaning back slightly so you can catch Wolffe’s eyes. The normally golden hue in the one is blown dark brown, almost black, and you swear the faint electric blue in the other is somehow brighter.

“Give him something to listen to, then,” you say, voice slightly louder than a whisper, “Commander.”

Wolffe’s cock twitches at your words and you gasp, but it’s nothing compared to the near snarl that comes from his mouth as his lips crash into yours for a quick but breathless kiss.

When he pulls back, a smirk is once again in place. “Be careful what you ask for, mesh’la.”

He grabs your chin and turns you so you’re facing forward, facing the door, once more. He circles his hips, hand trailing down to your breasts just as another knock comes through.

“What is it, trooper?” Wolffe uses his tired, bored voice. The one that let’s everyone know he has better things to be doing. Or, in this case, better people.

As you gasp again against the jolt of pleasure from his cock rubbing along the edges of your cunt, you wonder how in the fucking hell he can manage to be so controlled.

Probably pure stubbornness.

As if he knows what you’re thinking, Wolffe flicks a thumb over a nipple and you hiss, almost missing the trooper’s response.

“The— The door’s locked, sir,” his voice is hesitant. Wary. And, based on the way Wolffe keeps moving inside you, the way he keeps flicking and massaging your breasts, if he doesn’t already know what’s going on, he will soon enough.

“I’m aware . . .” Wolffe pauses, pointedly waiting, you assume, for the trooper to give his name.

“Um, Catcher, sir.”

Wolffe pulls out of you halfway, thrusting back in and masking your moan with his next words.

“Right. I’m aware the door’s locked, Catcher,” he lets out a loud sigh and you roll your eyes even though you’re mid-whimper. Always so dramatic. “You can talk to me without seeing me, can’t you?”

“Ye— yes, sir,” Catcher says immediately.

The urgency and panic in his voice is so out of place in this situation and your shoulders shake on a silent laugh. You cover your mouth, only realizing what you’ve done when a sharp smack sounds through the room and a jolt of pleasure tinged with pain courses from your breast straight to your throbbing pussy.

“Wolffe!” you hiss.

Catcher continues talking but you ignore him to lean back and glare at the man behind you. He smirks down at you, not the least bit contrite, fingers soothing the reddening mark on your breast.

“I told you,” he says, making no attempt to lower his voice, “no covering up that pretty mouth of yours.”

You open said mouth, about to say something to show him just how pretty it can be, when:

“Uh, Sir?” Catcher hesitates, “I didn’t catch that.”

Wolffe rolls his eye. “I said get on with it, kid.”

“Could say the same to you, Commander,” you grumble.

Peering back down at you, he narrows his eyes, hand moving across your chest to trap you firmly against him. With your arms now pinned under his at the elbows, there’s no way for your hands to reach your mouth, even on accident.

“I told you to be careful what you ask for.” His voice is back to a whisper, words meant just for you.

Deciding that if you’re in this deep already, you might as well enjoy it, you grin and say, louder, “Oh, I know exactly what I’m asking for.”

Catcher’s voice stops and you have just enough time to hear him clearing his throat alongside Wolffe saying “that’s my girl” before you’re being fucked out of your mind. Every sensation is made better by the knowledge that you’re not alone.

Someone can hear you. Can hear Wolffe pounding into you. Can hear you chanting his name between moans loud enough they can probably reach outside the entire fucking barrack, let alone just outside this room.

You cling to the only thing your hands can reach — Wolffe’s arm — and try to focus on the door, try to listen and see if Catcher is saying anything else, but you can’t.

The force of Wolffe’s thrusts — all the way out, all the way back in, hitting the exact right places over and over and over — are too much and still not enough.

“More,” you moan, your decision to no longer care who hears you leaving you uninhibited, especially when the sound of skin slapping against skin is so loud, “Wolffe, I need more.”

He lowers the arm clutched across your chest, still keeping yours pinned to the sides but making it so he’s holding you across your waist instead, and brings his other hand up to your mouth.

“Lick it,” he rasps, voice finally giving away how close he must be, too.

You do as he says, tongue swiping up and down his fingers, sucking on them when he gently pushes between your lips. You close your eyes, humming around the thick, rough length of them and wishing you’d had time earlier to suck on his cock instead. When Wolffe groans into your neck, his cock jumping inside you as he stutters on a thrust, you know he’s thinking the same.

You release his fingers from your mouth and he immediately pushes his hand down to your cunt, instincts and muscle memory helping him find your clit straight away. He circles the bundle of nerves, pulling yet another moan out of you in the process.

Wolffe moves his fingers at a pace that matches his thrusts, which are becoming quicker and shallower, the noises between you echoing louder and louder in the small room.

The combination of his cock and his fingers has you close. So, so close. Your fingernails dig into his forearm and you lean your head back, neck exposed, trusting that Wolffe will know the last thing you need to get you all the way there.

And as always, Wolffe never disappoints.

“Want my teeth on you, mesh’la?” he grunts, thrusts reaching a speed you didn’t even think was possible. “That what you need, dirty fucking girl?”

He slams into you and you whine up at the ceiling. Of course he’d want to play with you now.

“Wolffe, please,” your moan is more of a sob and you can feel him smirk into your neck, the bastard.

“Don’t worry,” he licks a circle into your skin, “I’ll take care of you.”

And then he bites you.

His teeth sink into the space between your neck and shoulder just hard enough to leave an outline of his mouth without drawing blood. Just enough to leave his mark where others can’t see.

The slight twinge of pain is immediately overwhelmed by a wave of white-hot pleasure that shoots down your entire body, flooding your pussy and making you cry out.

“Wolffe, fuck!” you shout as you clinch around his cock and rub against his fingers to ride out the wave of an orgasm so intense you can barely fucking see.

Lips still firmly pressed into your skin, Wolffe growls, deep and primal, and, with a final, forceful thrust that nearly sends you back to the edge, he releases inside you. Closing your eyes, you squeeze around him again, soaking in the feeling of being so full.

The room is quiet apart from your shared panting. As you come down from your high, you rub circles into Wolffe’s arm, soothing over the crescent-shaped marks left by your nails. After a moment, he raises his head from your shoulder and looks down at you, golden eye soft the way it always is, after.

Once again, you open your mouth to say something — this time something romantic, something sweet. The kind of words Anakin is always embarrassing himself with by saying to Senator Amidala.

“I-”

“Wolffe! Are you done in there yet?”

Wolffe jerks his head up to the door, no doubt wondering why a shiny would be so bold as to call him by his name and not his rank. But you know this voice almost immediately, and grimace as Sinker continues.

“We’re all real happy for you, brother, but some of us value our sleep, you know.”

Finally realizing who the voice belongs to, Wolffe’s scowl turns into a self-satisfied smirk. You shake your head, not relishing whatever’s about to come out of his mouth next.

“Keep complaining, Sergeant,” he yells across the room. “I can keep this going all night if I have to.”

He looks down at you as he says the last past and you swallow hard. As if to prove his point, his cock, still inside you, twitches with renewed interest. It brushes just enough against your sensitive walls that you can’t help the moan that slips out.

“I’d listen to him, if I were you, boys,” you say, a bit breathless, and all the noises outside the door cease.

You and Wolffe stare at each other, eyebrows raised. After a moment of silence, Sinker clears his throat. “Just . . . try not to traumatize any more of the shinnies, yeah?”

You hear his footsteps echo down the hall, away from the room. Wolffe chuckles, kissing your cheek. You shake your head once more, but a smile tugs at your lips.

“We cannot do that again.”

Wolffe shrugs, removing his arm from across your waist and finally pulling out, rubbing a hand across your back when you gasp at the emptiness. “You seemed to enjoy it. I know I enjoyed it. And who cares what the boys thought. It’s good for them to remember I’ve got some bite to my bark.”

You turn around to look at him, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to keep as much of him inside you as possible. Leaning against the desk he had you bent over earlier, your eyes trace his body, from the top of his scar to his already hardening cock. You give up trying to hold back your smile and laugh, nodding down at his length.

“You really could go again right now, couldn’t you?”

He steps forward, your smile reflected on his face, and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. “Only for you,” he says softly, not a hint of his earlier cockiness in his voice now.

You close your eyes and push your cheek into his palm, trying to steady the thrumming of your heart in your chest and through your veins.

Wolffe leans down, breath warm and intoxicating against your skin. “Let me make you scream my name again, love.”

Love. He’s called you that a lot tonight. It’s not new, he’s said it before. But your heart still clinches every time the word leaves his mouth.

Another shiver runs up your spine and you hum, tilting your head against his ear. There’s so much about Wolffe you love. So much you want to explore. So much you want him to do to you. So much you want to do to him.

You place a hand against his chest and push him, catching him off guard enough to allow you to force a switch in positions.

With him against the desk now, you open your eyes and keep your mouth at his ear, hand trailing from his chest to grip his cock.

“Let me make you scream my name.”

You feel him smile against your neck yet again and his next words rumble through your body, reaching you in all the places you know his hands will soon follow.

“Give it your best shot, mesh’la.”

And you do.