Kooks, 12 & wolffe? if it’s still open ma’am (btw i’m living for what you’re writing love i 🥴 i will combust)
you slipped a hand between your underwear, sighing softly as you played with yourself. your thoughts wandered to a certain commander you called your boyfriend. you bit your lip to keep from moaning loudly as your hand sped up its movements. technically you shouldn’t be doing this, but what wolffe doesn’t see or hear, wolffe doesn’t know.
you arched your back and groaned as you hit your sweet spot, not hearing the door to your room open or the footsteps walk slowly to your bed and pause there. it was only when you leaned back up on your pillows that you noticed the looming figure of commander wolffe over your bed.
“wolffe!” you shouted, snatching your hand out of your underwear. “you startled me!”
wolffe raised an eyebrow at you. “what do you think you were doing?” he asked, his voice low, almost growling.
you swallowed, scooting back on the bed. he followed you, kneeling with one leg on the bed, placing his arms on either side of you, caging you in.
“you’re just begging to be punished, huh?”