wolffe x fem reader
summary: sex is wolffe's favorite way to relieve his stress...
warnings: sexual content
a/n: i just need this man to rail the fuck out of me right fucking now
a bad day for wolffe is a good day in bed. he always walks around like there’s a dark cloud hovering over him, but sometimes, the entire storm rains down on you when he just snaps. he grabs your throat as he pounds into you, his long, calloused fingers almost covering your face as his grip on you gets messy. the pressure of his cock slamming through your tight, dripping walls deepens with every angry thrust. you spread your legs for him and sink your nails into his back, raking them down in a harsh drag that makes him hiss between his frustrated groans, panting and grunting like a dog in your ear. your bodies are tangled together in your warm bedsheets, rhythmically knocking the headboard back into the wall as he fucks you hard, but not sloppy, angling his hips so he hits your sensitive spot so good that you feel him all the way in your stomach.
“oh my god,” you moan. “oh, wolffe, i’m so close…”
his lips graze over your temple as he glares down at you, his temper still set ablaze from his shitty day. “yeah?” he breathes, dropping his forehead down against your cheek as you clench around his rough thrusts, taking him so good. “well, that’s too bad…” he rasps, “‘cause i’m still in a bad fuckin’ mood.”
you gasp and clutch him desperately, feeling the knot in your lower stomach coil like a snake. the heat inside of you yanks hard when he slams into you, and you’re arching your back with tingly stars crawling down your body. you cry out like you’re in pain, but it hurts so damn good as you tremble under him, your pussy fluttering around him. he doesn’t let you ride out your orgasm, still fucking you at the same rough pace, now sliding through you even faster because of how much more wet and stretched out you are for him. your clit pulses hard as you cling to his muscular shoulders, limp all over like jello. he bends your knees to your chest to hit you deeper, groaning, “fuck…ohh, fuck—” under his breath in a low, deep voice.
tears of pleasure corner your eyelids. “wolffe—it’s too much—”
he squeezes the hand on your face and kisses your cheek, leaving his lips to linger on your sweaty skin. “be good and take it.”
you turn your head to lock your mouths together, whimpering softly into the kiss he ravishes you with. his tongue slides over yours as he kisses you slow and dirty. you struggle to kiss him back through his harsh thrusts, just hugging him close, letting him fuck all his frustrations into you. you feel the burdens he carries in the heaviness of his body moving over yours; the pressure of your lips colliding together in between his hoarse grunts. you want to make it all go away for him, to kiss the bruises you can’t see—the ones that cover his soft heart and harden it into something crueler than he actually is. you moan into his mouth when another orgasm passes through you like the tide, rolling out as he fucks the rest of your energy out of you, leaving you sore and pulsing around him.
he only slows himself when he’s close, bracing his arms around your head to stare down at you, his gaze heavy-lidded while your eyes are closed from exhaustion. you hear him groan as he cums inside of you, leaving his cock lodged in your pussy even after you’ve milked every last drop of him. his forehead comes down on yours, and you blink up at him slowly, tickling him with your lashes. your cheeks are flushed, and your smile is sleepy but sweet when you stroke the scarred side of his face. he presses his mouth to yours, almost hesitating before parting your lips under his. you sigh softly as he caresses you with his tongue, reluctantly pulling away at the realization that you’re dozing off. you’re barely awake while he cleans you up and tucks you back into bed, your body weakly squirming toward him on his side of the messy sheets.
he cradles you in the crook of his arm, just holding you as you sleep, skin-to-skin the way he likes it. you find him still awake only a couple of hours later, his distant gaze trained up at the ceiling. then it flicks toward you and softens when you reach for him, gently running a finger down his cheek. he watches you, silent despite the many things he wants to say. but he’s never been all that good at talking about his feelings…
“sorry you had a bad day,” you whisper.
the apologetic guilt in your tone surprises him. he chuckles drily and rolls over toward you, trapping you in his embrace with a deep sigh.
“mm,” you wrap your arms around him, “what would you do without me?”
he blows out a breath. “i don’t even wanna fuckin’ think about that.”
“good thing i’m not going anywhere…” you tell him lightly.
he smirks at this a bit and presses his lips to the top of your head.
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