Clone Trooper Preferences

Bite Me: Wolffe SMUT

Commander Wolffe x Jedi Reader

Summary: Wolffe is tired of his cyar'ika flirting with Boost. He decides to show you who you really belong to.

Warnings: SMUT; alcohol; dominance kink;

Wolffe fumed as you flirted with Boost for the millionth time tonight. It was known that you belonged to Wolffe but certain members of the Wolfpack still flirted with you. The worst part? You flirted back with them. Wolffe normally didn't care (he really did) but he was always extremely mad when Boost flirted with you. Wolffe sipped on his beer listening to the things Boost was telling you. Wolffe glared at Boost when he brought his hand down to your waist.

Wolffe stood up, slurping down the rest of his beer, and walked to your side. He pushed Boost's hand off your waist and wrapped his arms around you, glaring at Boost, and pulling you closer to his chest. Boost rolled his eyes and went back to the bar for another drink.

You looked up Wolffe with a slight smirk. "Someone's jealous, aren't they?" you said, caressing Wolffe's cheek.

Wolffe leaned into your touch. "I'm not jealous," Wolffe growled out. You shook your head and kissed his forehead before walking off towards the bar and picking up a conversation with Boost. Wolffe sighed, flagging down a droid waiter and getting another drink. Wolffe knew he was in for a long night.

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"You want another drink, meshla?" Boost slurred, clearly drunk. He had way too many drinks.

"No, thanks. I usually only have one drink a night." you said, as you looked over at Wolffe. Wolffe was annoyed and he was ready to place Boost on sanitation duty for the next four months.

"Whatever you say, darling." Boost winked.

You smirked, deciding to tease your fuming commander even more. You locked eyes with Wolffe and grinned. Wolffe growled in warning. He knew what you were about to do.

"Well, Boost, don't drink too much. We wouldn't your handsome self to get a bad hangover tomorrow, we would we?" you said, giving Wolffe another smirk before placing a soft kiss on Boost's cheek.

"Y/n, I would stop doing that if I were you. Wolffe looks about ready to kill somebody, probably Boost. Yeah, Boost's about to get killed by Wolffe." Comet said, sipping on his drink.

"I don't think the grumpy commander is going to kill his handsome amazing brother. Besides why would he kill the best looking trooper in the Wolfpack?" you teased even further. That did it. Wolffe slammed his drink on the table and leaned over you.

"Say one more thing about Boost and I will punish you into oblivion. Your mine, cyar'ika." Wolffe whispered harshly into your ear.

You ignored Wolffe. "So Boost? What should we do after this? We could always go back to my place and have some fun." you said, twirling your hair around your finger and looking at Wolffe, innocently.

"Nah, you have fun with your commander tonight. I'll get some other time when I'm not this drunk." Boost slurred, leaning back against Sinker who shoved him off.

"When we get home, I'll show you who you really belong to. I'll remind you who knows how to make you feel good, who knows what you like, who owns you and that flirty mouth of yours." Wolffe said huskily into your ear. His hand ran down your thigh before kissing your neck and leaving the table.

You couldn't wait to get home. You wanted your commander, badly. You were in trouble and Wolffe wasn't going to show you any mercy.

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