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Kira, I come to humbly ask for spice prompts 66 and 68 with your man Wolffe please 💝

TY FOR THE REQUEST BETH!!!! i had so much fun writing this 🤭

follow the rules

Pairing: Wolffe x f!reader, reader insert

Rating: Explicit (FILTH!!!!) Minors DNI

Word Count: 1k

Content Warnings: choking, fingering, dirty talk, dom/sub dynamics, cum eating

Read on AO3: here

Prompt(s): “Do you really think behaving like that is going to get you what you want?” & “God, you’re filthy, you know that? So fucking wet from my hand around your throat.”

Suggested playlist for reading:

I Wanna Be Yours by The Arctic Monkeys

You Get Me So High by The Neighbourhood

Love is a Bitch by Two Feet

Note: I HC that in a relationship, Wolffe needs to make his partner come before he even touches himself.

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A tangle of mouths and lips and teeth overwhelmed all sense as the two of you crashed through the doorway of your apartment.

“This way,” you managed, as he stole the breath from between your kisses. Wolffe hummed in response, still lost in an exploration of your mouth. Moving down to caress your neck — first with loving licks, then sharp nips — Wolffe tutted disapprovingly.

“That’s not where this happens,” he scolded, “You know that mesh’la.”

“I-I don’t wanna wait,” you whined, trying to pull him towards the couch. Your attempt was useless, his broad shoulders immovable. He continued his work at your neck, teeth drawing exquisite and heady pleasure. An unexpected gasp left your mouth. His hands cradled your head, fingers tangled through your hair, gripping firm and steady. Whispering against your pulse point, Wolffe was adamant.

“Do you really think behaving like that is going to get you what you want? You know how we do this.”

“But… But you teased me all night.” His lips on your neck made it damn near impossible to keep a train of thought. “Made me want you. I want to see you, feel you.” You palmed over the crotch of his pants, eager to free his hardening cock.

Pulling away with a dark chuckle, Wolffe moved to caress your chin between his fingers, removing your touch with his other hand.

“That’s very sweet of you.” He whispered, kissing your forehead. “But all I want,” lips trailing down to your nose, “Is to see you, laid out, with your perfect tits and pretty pussy exposed for me.” He returned to your mouth, tongue swiping past your lips as you whimpered with anticipation. “You know how much I need to taste your sweet cunt.”

“Mmm.” You were floating in a cloud of desire, oblivious to everything, until you felt his lips depart. His strong hands twisted your body where you stood, still in the foyer. Pressing up against your back, his hands swept your hair away to expose your neck. Stunned into silence again by his meticulous kissing and sucking and biting all across your neck and shoulders, you moved to run one hand through his short curls. “Th-thank you. You take good care of me.”

Spurred on by your sweet affirmation, Wolffe showed his thanks with a low rumble as his hands rushed from your waist up to knead your breasts through the fabric of your dress. “It’s what I’m here for,” he rasped, desperately peeling your straps down and freeing your chest. Warm, calloused palms squeezed and pinched your sensitive tits, the sensation flooding you with mind-numbing lust. Still, you knew what more you wanted; how he would react. Your one hand with fingers still tightened in his curls, you moved the other back around to palm his cock again.

Wolffe’s response was instant: he captured both your wrists, pinning them behind you.

“Naughty little thing. Can’t keep her hands to herself.”

“Sorry,” you squeaked.

“Oh, I don’t think you are, darling.” He shifted so your wrists were tucked within the grip of one of his hands. Wolffe’s free hand snaked up to find its place at the front of your throat. It was barely a grasp, his fingers just taught enough so you could feel your heartbeat pulse against his touch. “Tell me the truth.” His breath danced across the sensitive spot behind your ear.

You gulped, “I-I’m breaking the rules.”

The hold of his fingers tightened, sending an ever so slight pressure down on your throat. “And what are the rules, mesh’la?”

“You… You make me come first. And then I get to see you, touch your cock.” It didn’t matter that it was just you and him; didn’t matter that Wolffe was the single person in the galaxy you loved and felt most comfortable around. The shame of that dirty confession burned across your cheeks immediately.

“That’s right. Good girl,” his hand released your wrists, kneading your exposed breast before moving down underneath the hem of your dress. His practiced fingers slipped into your panties where they were met with waiting arousal. The slickness of your cunt let the pads of his fingers circle with ease. “God, you’re filthy, you know that?” He purred, “So fucking wet from my hand around your throat.”

Wolffe continued his work, deftly drawing pleasure from your core. With care, yet urgency, his fingers continued their ministrations at your clit. Stars formed across the lids of your closed eyes as your body writhed beneath his embrace. Forgetting all former intentions, and most other thoughts, you were happy here under his command. Wolffe’s knowledge of your body was absolute.

“Be good, now. Come for me, mesh’la, come on my fingers.”

With a soft cry, your body obeyed, muscles clenching and toes curling and wave after wave of pleasure pulsing beneath his fingers on your cunt. You knew how much Wolffe took pleasure in seeing you fall apart like this.

“So good. So good, darling.” Hands retreated from their place and your neck and beneath your dress. Once more, he maneuvered you around, this time facing back at him. You looked up into his face, his gold and white eyes narrowed with lust. “Open.” Fingers caressed your chin.

Your mouth dropped open slowly for him, tongue extended. Wolffe’s fingers, the two still drenched with your arousal, slid into your mouth and you sucked eagerly.

“Thank you,” He nodded. You hummed around his fingers.

Withdrawing his hand from your face, he wiped the remaining dampness across the backside of dress as he pulled you towards him. With a firm squeeze, he graced you with that sly smirk of his. “Was that so bad?”

You bit your lip to stifle a giggle, “I guess not.”

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