Plo Koon is one of my favorite Jedi. This is the second episode of The Clone Wars and you can feel Lucas's hands in this script, guiding the story. Plo shows exemplary Jedi philosophy here in these small moments where he is calm and collected and offering compassion and assurance to the men under his care. This philosophy and outlook is what makes Jedi so important in the galaxy and the perfect juxtaposition to clones who were manufactured for war and programmed not to care about their own safety over the protection of others.
Kinktober Day 8 - Semi-Public sex / Jealousy- October 15th
Notes: I’ve never written for Wolffe before but holy shit, the other stories I’ve read….WET. lol just kidding, but I’m going to try and make this one as good as some of the others I’ve read.
18+ MINORS DNI
Kinks: Semi-Public sex / Jealousy
Warnings: SMUTTTT, Alcohol consumption, unwanted touching, protective Wolffe, possessive Wolffe, dirty talk, p in v sex, slight overstimulation, creampie, cumflation, panty stealing, fingering, hickeys, biting
Words: 2.6k+
(The answer is yes ^)
Laughter rang across the table at 79’s, the Wolfpack boys taking turns tell stupid stories and jokes as shots went around. You sat with them, doubled over as Boost told another vulgar joke.
“God, you guys get into some of the craziest shit I swear,” you said, taking a sip of your water to wash down some of the alcohol. The table laughed at your comment, the boys knowing that you got into just as much as them.
“You’re with us 95% of the time vodika so you do some of the same shit,” Sinker said, chucking back another shot before looking around the table for another one.
“Damn it, we’re out of drinks,” he said and drunkenly sagged back into the booth. You just laughed at him and stood up, considers you were on the end.
“I can go get more for us. You fellas just wait here,” you said but before you could turn away, Warthog gentle took your hand making you look at him.
“Shouldn’t you wait here in case the Commander shows up?” He asked, watching as you playfully rolled your eyes.
“I doubt he’ll show up. He rarely ever does,” you said, a small lithe of annoyance in your voice as you slowly took your hand back from Warthog and moving through the crowd towards the bar. You were a little frustrated with Wolffe in that regard, knowing that you couldn’t force him to come out with you but also missing the opportunity to spend time with him.
He had been so swamped with reports and paperwork that he hadn’t given himself a break and on the one night Master Plo told him to go out and enjoy himself, he had chosen to keep working. It was a little annoying but you also knew that the bar wasn’t his typical scene. You just missed your trooper a lot.
You made it to the bar without too much hassle, finding an open stool and plopping down on it before waving the bartender over. You placed your order for the table and sat there waiting, playing with the hem of your skirt as you did. You had chosen to forgo your robes today, instead opting for a modest yet comfortable skirt and top set that matched the colours of the Wolf pack. You had styled your hair and done simple makeup but you felt amazing. You were just a little sad that Wolffe probably wouldn’t see it. You were brought out of your thoughts by someone sitting next to you at the bar, eyes flicking to your peripherals to see that it was in fact a shiny.
“Hey they’re beautiful,” he said, and it was them you noticed he was looking at you with a confident smile. You just smiled back but said nothing, instead watching the bartender began on your order of drinks.
“Are you here alone sweet cheeks,” he said and placed a hand on your shoulder, seeming to grow more confident as your silence persisted. When his hand made contact with your shoulder, you shrugged it off, choosing to smile politely and nod.
“I am here actually with a group of friends,” you made sure your words were even but your time did convey a little annoyance, some that the shiny seemed to miss.
“Well, you’re at the bar alone. Maybe we could take some time to get to know each other better,” he continued, this time trying to put his hand around your waist. You scooted away from the touch, almost falling off your stool, only to be caught by firm, warm, calloused hands. You almost flinched away from the touch if the musk gun oil and scent of after shave hadn’t given away who was now holding you.
“She said,” a voice growled near your ear, arms winding around your waist to hold you securely and possessively against a firm, armoured chest, “she’s taken.” Wolffe voice sent a hover down your spine and a gasp of surprise left your lips, shocked that he was here.
You couldn’t see the glare that Wolffe was giving the shiny trooper but by the way he shifted uncomfortably, you could imagine that it wasn’t pleasant or kind in the slightest. You raised a hand up blindly to Wolffe face to stroke his cheek, trying to calm him down a little before he blew a blood vessel.
“Sheesh okay, she’s not even that good lo-“ the shiny started but didn’t get a chance to finish his insult to you as Wolffe left your side at lightning speed and socked the shiny clean in the nose, causing him to fall over on his butt.
“Wolffe!” You yelped and stood from your stool, going over to try and pull him away as he leaned down to the downed trooper. It was when you said your commanders name that the trooper finally realized just how fucked he was, having hit on and almost insulted the leader of the Wolf pack’s girl.
“I will have to demoted next time you think you can talk to woman like that. Got that shiny?” Wolffe growled and watched with satisfaction as the shiny nodded in fear, holding his bloody nose.
“Y-yes sir,” he said and quickly got up, pushing through the crowd and out the front doors of the bar, most likely going to get himself cleaned up at the medbay on base. Wolffe turned back to you and pulled you into a hug, placing a gentle kiss to your head. It was a huge contrast from what had just happened but you soaked up the affection no matter how upset you were.
“You didn’t have to punch him,” you said quietly, looking up into Wolffe eyes, his mismatched stare making you weak in the knees. Wolffe only grunted and tighten his hold on you slightly, making it clear that he wasn’t happy.
“He disrespected my woman and needed to be taught a lesson in respect. Of course I did,” Wolffe said, as if his ‘lesson’ was the most obvious form of teaching. You just shook your head, not know whether to feel happy or upset that he had chosen violence to protect you from such a small thing.
“No you-“ you were cut off as another voice entered the area.
“Wolffe.” Fox’s voice cut through some of the chatter of the bar, some patrons turning to see how the commander of the Coruscant Gaurd.
“Fox.” Wolffe answered Fox with the same
Tone he used on shinies, annoyed and clipped. But it wasn’t as clipped considering Wolffe did respect Fox a little.
“Did you just-“
“Yes I did.”
“Why?”
“Because he disrespected my commander and needed to be taught a lesson in respect,” Wolffe said, not showing the smallest bit of remorse for decking the shiny who dared to disrespect his cyar’ika.
“Oh. Okay. Carry on then,” Fox said, giving a small nod as he watched Wolffe put his arm around your waist. He wouldn’t deny it probably wasn’t the best move, but he put himself in Wolffe shoes for a moment and knew that he would’ve done the same if someone decided to disrespect a certain senator ‘friend’ of his.
As fox walked away, you turned back to the bar, finally seeing that the bartender had finished your order. You took one of the shots on the tray and downed it, knowing that you’d need a little bit more liquid courage in your system if you were going to handle a fired up Wolffe. Wolffe turned his body again and stood right up against your backside, hands caging you against the bar as he breathed down your neck.
“Fresher room, now.” His words left no room for discussion as he released his grip on the counter, moving away from the bar and walking towards the fresher room, the crowds of drunk patrons parting for him.
You sighed and downed another shot, picking up the tray from the bar and bringing it to the Wolf packs table, dropping it down and leaving toward the fresher before any of the boys could ask what was happening. You entered the fresher cautiously looking around to find Wolffe. You didn’t have to go to far as you were pushed up against the door of the fresher.
“Wolffe what-” you started but were cut off when Wolffe crashed his lips onto yours, hip teeth immediately nipping at your tongue and lips. This kiss was a claim, a warning that you were his. You panted as he pulled away, his lips moving toward your ear.
“You’re my girl cyar’ika. I don’t like the way he was talking to you,” Wolffe growled out, his hands taking your wrist and pinning them above your head. You whined as he ground his hips against you, his codpiece digging deliciously into your fupa.
“He wasn’t-“ you tried to say but Wolffe bit your neck, sucking a rough hickey right on your pulse point. You cried out as he laid his mark on you, not knowing whether to enjoy it or push him away.
“He was trying to take you home,” Wolffe growled again, his gravelly voice sending shock waves through your body down to your core. You were wet, there was no denying that fact and the possessive side of Wolffe was undeniably a turn on.
“And I turned him down,” you said breathlessly, feeling Wolffe change up the job of his hands, one hand holding your wrists as the other made its way down your body. His hand made its way under your skirt, finding your panties moist and damp already.
“To gently in my opinion,” Wolffe said and rubbed his fingers over your outer lips, smothering the wetness around even more and seeing how much more he could get out of you before he fucked you.
“I didn’t want to be rude,” you breathed, legs beginning to tremble even though Wolffe had barely done anything to you. It was the pent up desire and frustration that had you weak already, and Wolffe seemed to have picked up on as he toyed with you.
“Why?”
“‘Cause that’s not who I am.”
Wolffe only grunted and moved your la ties aside, now running his finger through your lower lips, gather your fluids on the tips of his fingers before bringing them out and up to your lips, looking at you expectantly. You did argue and opened your mouth, groaning as Wolffe made you suck your own juices off his fingers. He watched you with a dark satisfaction before pulling his fingers from your mouth.
He pulled you away from the door and brought you over to the sink counter, pushing you up against it pushing up against your back, just as he had done at the bar. Wolffe took a moment to remove his codpiece, putting it down on the counter next to you to let you know what was going to happen.
“Wolffe-“ you moaned as he lifted your skirt up, hiking it up and bunching it around your waist to expose your bottom half to his eyes. He then took the chance to rip your planted, tearing the seams at the side and watching as the material fell from your hips. You gasped and almost turned around to scold him hit Wolffe kept you pinned in place, pulling his cock from his blacks.
“These belong to me now mesh’la,” Wolffe said, making a show of shoving your now destroyed panties in one of the pouches on his belt. You watched in the mirror as he did so, feeling yourself get more wet at the action. Wolffe focused his attention back to you, moving his fingers down and dipping them into your pussy with practiced precision. He curled his fingers and watched as your back arched into the touch, eyes closing as you enjoyed his fingers inside you.
“You’re mine cyar’ika,” Wolffe grunted as your core clenched around his digits, thrusting them into and out leisurely. You hung your head against your chest, just enjoying the attention Wolffe was giving you
“Mmhmm,” was all you got out, as Wolffe pleasured you, but your short response prompted him to remove his fingers from your inside you. You whined as he did so, glaring at him over your shoulder but Wolffe chuckled darkly, using his finger to smear your juices on his cock as makeshift lube. He stroked himself a few times before placing his thick, meaty cock at your entrance, teasing you with his tip on your clit.
“Say it baby. I want to hear you say it,” he said lowly, his voice smooth but somehow still rough and grating. He had a way with his words and you couldn’t help but obey his command.
“I’m yours. All yours,” you whimpered and moaned as he thrusted into you fully with a quick shift of his hips, his cock buried deep inside you now. He grunted at the feeling of yourself tight walls wrapped around his veiny girth, hands finding a home on your hips.
“That’s right cyar’ika. You’re my girl. And I won’t hesitate to show that to anyone who thinks they even have the right to look at you,” he said with a fierce determination that was reflected in everything he did. You began thrusting into you at a rapid pace, his left hand lifting your right leg up and propping it on the counter to get a better angle.
“Wolffe!” You moaned loudly at the change of position, feeling Wolffe hit deep inside you. It was a wonderful feeling, his cock hitting every spot inside you, like he was made for you and maker did you love every second of it.
“That’s it Cyar’ika, scream my name,” Wolffe grunted speeding up his hips and gripping your body like a man holding on for dear life. You would give a shit later about the bruises he was inevitably leaving on your body, but you were his and he was yours.
“W-what if ah-s-someone walks in,” you managed to gasp out, hands trying their hardest to find a better grip on the counter to ground you to this plain of reality. He was hitting your g-spot with every rough, speedy thrust, the tip of his dick grazing your cervix more than a few time which made you see stars.
“Let them. That way they know who you belong to. Who makes you moan and brings you the utmost pleasure.” Wolffe’s words snapped the coil building in your body, your orgasm sneaking up on you making you clench tight around Wolffe. He only smirked and thrusted even faster somehow, his balls slapping against your clit with the speed of his motions.
“Fuck!” You screamed, panting as Wolffe claimed your pussy, making sure you knew that you were his.
“You’re mine Cyar’ika. Just as I am yours.”
“I’m yours Wolffe, all yours.”
“Gonna fill this tight pussy up, gonna make sure everyone knows who’s pussy this is,” Wolffe said, the promise to fill you up made your legs tremble even more, body falling down so that your elbows rested on the counter.
“Please Wolffe. Please fill me up. W-wanna feel you inside me.” Your voice was hoarse from all your moaning but you needed him to cum inside you, needed him to fill you up.
“Gonna cum deep inside you mesh’la, make you bulge with my cum.” His words drew another moan from your lips, hips pushing back to meet his thrusts.
“Ready baby?”
“Yeahhh,” you whined and felt Wolffe release his spend inside you, squirt after squirt of cum lining your walls and shooting deep into your cervix. Wolffe didn’t stop thrusting yet, making sure to get every bit of cum inside you. You let out a long moan, feeling your stomach swell ever so slightly with Wolffe inside you.
You panted as Wolffe stayed still behind you, keeping his cock inside you to hold his juices and yours. There were no words exchanged but there didn’t need to be, because you knew Wolffe would take care of you no matter what. You belonged together. He was yours and you were his.
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