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TCW FanFic: Wolffe x Roso
(Rosomak in full, meaning Wolverine in Polish)
Norslyr Language translations
Neuk/Neuken means fuck in Dutch
This is the first sexual encounter between these two characters in a series I am writing based on the aftermath of TCW.
WARNINGS: Explicit through and through. Unprotected sex, cursing, rough and wild, religious mentions, the taking of the Male V-Card.
4.1K Words
Star Wars: Revelations: Wolffe x Roso
Wolffe takes a sharp breath as Roso pulls on his skin between her teeth. She sucks on the skin below the neckline of his blacks. Her hands roam his body, his skin burns under her touch. His hands timidly begin to explore her body. Roso breaks from him with a fierce smile.
“You taste good soldier.” She says and kisses his lips. His face flushes red. Wolffe has never experienced this before, he feels drunk.
“You feel good ma’am.” He lets out as she trails down his chest to the hem of his shirt and takes it off him. Her legs tighten around his waist to bring her body closer to his bare torso. Goosebumps rise on his skin and she bites his ear lobe. Her hands comb through his hair and feel the expanse of his back. His hands hold her close to his body, unable to know what he can do to her in return. Roso slips back and removes her compression top. His eyes widen at the sight of her stretching up and her breasts exposed. He has never seen such beauty in his whole life until now.
How cruel.
She tosses her shirt to the side and cups his face. “Please touch me.” She whispers with a kiss. His hands run up her stomach to cup her breasts. The skin feels so delicate, taut, and firm. The air within the LATT Walker is still with a slight chill from the outside weather. Making both of their nipples ridged. He takes a nipple between his thumb and index and lightly rolls it around. She giggles in response and bites his neck.
Wolffe instinctually places his hands down at her thighs and positions her apex to rest atop his raging boner. Roso hums in approval and begins to roll her hips against him. Moans escape his mouth as she rolls. He’s never experienced this kind of friction before. He is utterly helpless underneath her. He feels as though he may cum already. Roso can see it in his eyes.
“Cum for me Wolffe, let it out it’s alright.” She coos in his ear.
So breathy, needy, all for him.
He wraps his arms around her and takes what he needs from her to get off. The release comes hard, his cock twitches between her legs. The sheer strength of his rig is impressive like the rest of his frame. She brings her hands to his hair while whispering sweet praises in his ear and giving small kisses to his cheek and neck. He feels this praise is unearned, he’s done nothing for her.
“Do you have more to give Trooper?” She asks taking his chin in her hand.
“Yes. Much more.” He asserts and stands up with her still wrapped around his waist.
She lets out a surprised,” Oh.” With an eager smile as he walks forward and places her on the holo desk in the center of the hull.
“May I undress you?” He asks as his hands fall to her waist band. He’s on his knees looking at her like a young pup begging for a treat.
How fitting.
“You may.” She says and her back meets the table as he slides her pants off. She wants her panties off too, but his hands stop hers to leave them on.
“I uh- want to take these off with my teeth if that’s alright.” He says and his face burns a bright red, but he doesn’t break from eye contact.
“Ja, go for it, Wolffe.” She answers with an impressed smile. He slips her socks off so all that Roso is wearing is a bright white thong. The color matches the facilities of Kamino, how endearing.
“You hear about this from a brother?” She asks with a curious smile. He doesn’t bother to hide his cracked grin.
“Yeah, and he’s right. It is just as hot as he described.” He finishes talking and kisses her inner thighs. His hands roam over the scarred and tattooed skin. Maker, she is the softest thing he’s ever had the opportunity to ever feel in his life. He wants to take her in a bed, not a bunk or sleeping pod, a bed with real sheets and pillows. A mattress bigger than he is so he can sprawl out, bury himself inside of her. These thoughts muster an urge from within him as Wolffe stops kissing her thighs and pushes himself up to steal a kiss from her for once.
Wolffe is not a boy anymore, not for much longer at least. He’s a man and needs to start taking charge of this situation as a man should. Wolffe cups the back of her head and brings her to him. The kiss is eager and deep. Her hands come to his face to hold onto him. She introduces her tongue to his mouth. He intended to just kiss her briefly, but now he wants to explore her mouth.
“Heh, give me that tongue somewhere else, Trooper.” She breaks from him and releases his face to lay out on the desk. He trails kisses down her body until he reaches the band of her panties. His hands feel her breasts. His warm breath brushes against her skin and a shiver runs down Roso’s spine. His teeth grip the fabric from a hip, and he pulls it down a leg. She lets out a soft mewl as he takes in the sight of her wet quim. She tidied up down there. The skin is tender, and a delicate pink color towards the center.
Wolffe’s mouth waters at the bare sight of Roso’s pussy.
“Tell me what to do.” He rasps lowly. Not embarrassed but more so wanting to please her the best he can. To earn praise for his work.
“Focus on this little part. The clit.” Her hand comes down and presses a little pink button at the crest of her folds. He replaces her finger with his own to start exploring her terrain. It’s soft and slippery. Her hand covers his as he wiggles his finger on the clit. Mesmerized by the way her legs prop up on the desk and the noises that she lets out into the still air.
Wolffe takes his finger away and he can’t help but smell it, it’s bitter as the slick begins to dry. Then he puts it in his mouth to taste it.
- “I need more to get a real taste of her.”- He thinks to himself and puts his whole index finger in his mouth to slick it up for her to take it with more ease. He inserts his finger slowly. He traces the opening carefully to inspect the durability. This is where children are meant to come from, surely it can take a finger or two.
As his finger slips in, Roso lets out a wonderful sound that Wolffe needs to hear more of. She’s so wet, her moans, her hands come to her breasts to play with her soft nipples. His tan skin entering her fair pink warmth has him throbbing below.
Wolffe slides his finger in and out a few times and adds his middle finger. She brings a hand down to meet his, not to stop him, but just to touch him. He brings his tongue to her clit as his fingers work to open her up for his pulsing mass. The hull begins to ring with her moans and mewls. The air is growing warm with their bodies. Her hand leaves his to grip his hair, which he finds turns him on even more.
“Oh Wolffe...you’re so good! You’re doing so good!” She lets out with pleasure. Roso can feel his fingers dig deep inside, stretching her in a blissful manner.
She needs more.
Roso’s hands comb through his thick hair, touching his shoulders to the back of his neck as his tongue laps at her clit. She pulls the back of his hair to angle his eyes to look up at her as his tongue flicks at her clit. She can feel that hot coil building in her core, her legs open wider, she leans back on her elbows. To then just collapse on the table as her back arches. He can feel her intensity, her need for release.
Her moans grow louder and louder to a concerning level. He almost stops to make her pipe down, but how can he do that to her? Deny her a release as she had bestowed upon him moments before...or maybe he could stop now? See if she would beg him, ask for him to continue, maybe she’d order him to make her cum. The thought alone makes him hum with excitement which transfers onto Roso.
“Move your fingers faster please!” She sounds completely out of control, just focused on one goal. Wolffe breaks his face from her pussy and cranes up to silence her with a kiss. He hooks an arm around her neck to cradle her up with his fingers working away below. His tongue invades her mouth. Roso tastes herself on his tongue and just melts on his hand. He takes his fingers out but before she can protest, he switches to his middle and ring fingers and buries them to the last knuckle. As he does this, he can feel a patch of rubbery skin inside her walls.
“That spot...”. She stifles her moan in his shoulder. “Yes, yes yes! Ja!” Wolffe inserts his fingers repeatedly and rubbing that patch until her walls quiver and what he thinks is piss that sprays him and drips onto the floor. Her arms lock around his neck, he keeps fingering her until her hand comes down to clutch him still. Her breath is ragged, and her grip is tight, her nails dig deliciously into his skin. Wolffe hopes the marks she leaves do not heal too quickly. He hopes they last to serve as a reminder of his accomplishment on this night. Making a woman cum with just his fingers.
Wolffe finds himself rubbing against her thighs for friction. So caught up in her excitement forgetting about his own erection.
“By Odin…” She lets out softly into his neck. Having her cling to him like this is beyond arousing. Catching her breath, she reaches up and pulls her hair band out to let her bright blonde hair fall. Roso looks up into Wolffe’s eyes from his chest with her beautiful sky-blue pools. Tears of pleasure in the corners with flushed cheeks. “That was amazing.” She speaks with a sex drunk smile and kisses his plump lips. Their tongues dance.
Wolffe is reluctant to part from her but he needs to straighten up from his position. Roso follows suit, the surface of the desk isn’t flat. It has raised borders along the edge and center, which have been digging into her sides and back. When she gets to her feet she nearly drops, the attentive soldier supports her. She can no longer ignore his erection. He has been rather patient and respectful with her. Nothing like a petulant teenager poking and prodding for his own release with little care for her needs.
Roso wraps her arms around his neck as they stood there and kisses Wolffe deeply. Her hands slowly making their way down his broad chest down to his abdomen. Her hands reach his waist band and pull them down to free his throbbing stalk. She lowers to her knees. She takes his cock in hand, while looking up at him she purposefully has his cock over her face to show him just how big his male equipment is in comparison to her female anatomy.
He revels in this display. He kicks his blacks off from his feet to be completely naked with her. She licks a heated stripe up from his base to the tip. Moved by this action he finds himself looking for something to lean against.
“Sit down Wolffe.” She says and he looks behind himself to see the chair they were in earlier. He sits down and watches as she crawls on all fours to snake between his legs and pump his cock. Locks of hair cover her left eye, both of which are swimming with lust. Groans leave him as she plays with the head with her tongue. She laps at the opening of his cock, digging her tongue into the divot. His hands grip the arm rests, he doesn’t know what else to do with his hands. Can he touch her? Play with her hair? Push her head down onto it? His hips buck at the idea of just taking her skull and stuffing his rod down her gullet. But seeing how large his mass is, he doesn’t want to choke her, at least not with his cock, his hands maybe…
Roso can read him like an instruction manual. She ‘pops’ off his head and takes his right hand and places it to the back of her head to grip her hair. “I can’t deep throat. But I’ll do my best sir.” She says in a sultry voice before taking more of him in her mouth. She cleans his cock from all the dried release he let out earlier.
- “Glad he cares to groom himself.”- Roso thinks to herself, appreciating the shaved pubes above his shaft.
The light from the viewport captures the raised veins that rage within his cock. His balls are tight, even with the recent release he is ready to deploy another battalion of his own soldiers for her. The lewd noises that come from her mouth as she swallows him down makes him open his legs more. Relaxing whilst enjoying the view and the pleasure. But he doesn’t have another round in him if he cums again, she knows this. Roso hollows her cheeks and sucks him deeply. The heat of her mouth mixed with her precise tongue and saliva mix around his shaft. With a few more bobs his head falls back with a sinful moan. His grip loosens from her hair and falls to grip her throat.
“I want your quim woman, please.” His voice is at a dangerously low tone that makes Roso squirm with delight. She responds with taking his cock from her mouth with another loud and erotic ‘pop’. Then she climbs onto him once again. She leans forward to get his mass lined up with her aching opening. Wolffe doesn’t think he can fit all the way inside her, he’s clearly much too big for her entrance. But he’d be damned if he didn’t try and push for it.
Wolffe’s hands come to her sides to support her as she rises, the head rests at the opening. Roso watches Wolffe’s eyes narrow in anticipation, he takes a sharp inhale, his Nero’s Crown bobs in his throat with a gulp. A devilish glint appears in Roso’s eyes as she sinks down onto him. Her hands come from his chest to his throat, she needs both hands to assert her grip around him. His hands tighten their grip on her hips in response. She gets him halfway inside. Her walls are so tight around him, he doesn’t know which tightness to focus on.
Her tight grip around his throat or her pulsing pussy.
“Roso…” He sighs. Heated tears of ecstasy form in the corners of his eyes. She feels too good. Her beautiful tattooed and scarred sculpted body on top of his own. His toes curl at the overwhelming pleasure. She moves up a ways, he can feel the drag of their connections. Then she sinks back down swallowing even more of him until she buries his whole cock inside herself. Her walls pulse around him.
“Shhh now. Let the experienced do her job, soldier.” She lifts a finger to his lips. With the release of that hand, he can breathe more, but this leaves him to dive into the euphoria of her insides. He can feel ridges inside her, it’s soft and yet resilient. It feels like a muscle and reacts like one.
It is truly divine.
Wolffe’s jaw goes slack, and his head falls back as she bounces on his meat. She feels the burn of her opening from the stretch of his girth. Her forehead falls into the crook of his neck as she rides him. His hands gripping tightly on her hips. Her nails scrape his scalp and shoulders.
“So tight…” He whimpers into the open air. His head becomes dizzy. Roso begins panting, her tongue slides along the column of his neck. “So good…so wet…oh kriff!” He pants into her ear as his hands wrap around her holding her close and reaching down to cup her ass.
“You’re so big Wolffe! Ah! Neuk me door Odin!” She hisses through her teeth as she bites into his shoulder to stifle her scream.
“Kriff…bite me harder.” He seethes through his teeth, taking the pain and begins to thrust up into Roso. He wants more. She follows his request and picks a new spot closer to his neck. She bites him again and again, her nails dig into his back, the chair begins to rock about as she slams down onto him.
Her warmth envelopes him, not just her physical anatomy; but her entire presence.
Dominating yet displays refreshing feminine grace. A determined and kind smile. Her vocabulary is creative and endearing as Arubesh is not her first language. She treats the men as human beings, inspires individuality, and evokes independent thinking. All things his engineering should refuse right? Especially being intimate with a female, it should not be a desire. But when Roso tore Bric a new one on Kamino after he disrespected Jedi Knight Shaak Ti behind her back in front of the battalions; he could not deny his ingrained human male desire.
Wolffe must fuck Roso, she catches wind of his need. Now here she is answering the demand of this Alpha male.
“Neuken Thor!” She keeps saying the name of other men. Wolffe will no longer subject himself to hear her scream the name of other men whilst she is riding him.
“That. Is. Not. My. Name. Woman!” He snaps up with his arms under her legs as his words are punctuated with every thrust. Each thrust he pulls out to the head and stuffs himself back inside with a newfound ferocity. Each thrust pushes the air from her lungs as he fills her insides to reshape her quim to the shape of his thick stalk. A thin sheen of sweat breaks across the both of them as the heat of their sex fills the walker’s hull.
“Ah! Wolffe! Oh Wolffe! Ah! Ah! Alpha!”
“Just my damn name!” He pounds away, he slams her to the holo desk and keeps her legs spread with his hands gripping each ankle. Her breasts bounce in rhythm to the force of his hips smashing into hers. As her mind goes blank, she realizes that the word Alpha is also a name given to more distinguished Clones.
His force is so great it makes Roso think that he’ll saw her in half. His cock is buried to the hilt. With no sign of stopping unless she makes amends. He was right to punish her for screaming the names of other men while he is the one delivering this pleasure onto her. To make amends for her error she looks up at him with apology dripping from her eyes. Her hands reach up to signal for him to lean down over her so she can cling to him, to take his brutal onslaught of prurience.
“Wolffe…” She mewls. He cannot punish her, for she is not…his.
His pace lessens but does not halt. He is close now. He leans down to accept her embrace. His hands slide down to grasp her and pull her to his chest. Her legs wrap around his waist as her nails dig into his back once more. His cock pumping inside, her warmth squelches with every thrust echoing in the hull with their pants and moans. She returns her teeth to his unmarked shoulder.
“Where should-should I- cum?” He lets out between grunts.
“Wherever you want…Wolffe!” She whines in his ear followed by inserting her tongue into it. Her breasts press against his chest, her quim clenches, and squirms. The slapping of their flesh is erotic. His girth fulfills her needy ache.
As Wolffe nears release, every cell in his body screams to cum inside. He focuses on what he physically can feel on his member. Roso’s pitch becomes higher, her whines are drawing out. He hammers down into her as if he were Thor and she the Anvil. Roso clutches a fistful of his hair and the words Wolffe has longed to hear finally spill from her mouth.
“Wolffe I’m cumming! I’m cumming on your cock! Right now, ah!” A white-hot flash blinds Roso. Her coiling ache releases around Wolffe’s cock which constricts his member in a way he has never fathomed. He drops to his knees with her in his arms and he does the only thing a soldier knows how, he presses onward. He continues to rut into her with unsteady thrusts but remains buried to the hilt inside her, trying to feel her snug pussy for all its worth while she comes undone on him.
Wolffe cums inside her. It is abrupt. It is hard. It takes their breath away.
He cups the back of her head as he falls forward, his body needs to be as deep inside her as possible.
As he cums, Wolffe howls.
His rig releases a very generous load. An amount he has never released on his own before. His blistering ropes can be felt filling up her womb. She is going to be feeling him for the remainder of the week she can just tell. He collapses on top of her. His breath brushes across her neck. He buries his face in her shiny hair and removes himself from her spent apex. They remain there in a loose embrace of tired and heaving limbs.
His seed spills from her pot.
Wolffe props himself up with one arm to look down at Roso. An arm is raised to her forehead, she regains her breath and looks up at him. She brings a hand to his cheek and they share a deep kiss. He has marks all over his upper body and back, almost matching the same number of scars on her own body. But she knows he will wear them proudly. Her fair skin is glistening in their sweat. He sits up to give her space, he looks between her legs to see his cum spill from her engorged opening. His cock twitches but doesn’t have the strength to rise once more.
But the sight of this…what it signifies…
“Thank you…” He says to break the lingering silence in the hull.
“Heh, ja, thank you Trooper.” She says and sits up and leans back against the holo desk. “Honored to show you a good time for your first time.” She winks at him. Her legs close him off from the sight between them.
“It was magnificent. Aside from the use of others’ names. Could’ve done without that.” He smirks.
She closes her eyes and her head dips forward for a moment, then returns her gaze to meet his. “Odin is the All Father of my Gods. Thor is one of his mightiest Sons. Alpha was only to refer to you as the ‘Alpha Wolf’.” She clears the air. “You were fucking me with the spirit of Gods Wolffe.” Her eyes light up in the darkness of the hull. A foot drags up the side of his leg affectionately. He feels pride in his chest, he has earned this praise.
He moves over to sit next to her and leans against the bottom of the holo desk. Her hand finds his and their fingers entangle. Her head rests on his shoulder, both still panting slightly, coming down together from their highs. For as right as this all feels, Wolffe knows all too well that this isn’t a real relationship. It never can be, it could exist however if he were not a Clone. Secondary property of the Republic, firstly to his Kaminoan creators. Both entities forbidding any sort of intimate relationship.
He is property, nothing more and nothing less. Roso understands the purpose of his creation and yet here they both are. Being intimate as nature intends for men and women. And no one from either side came in and busted them. This is a conclusion that these men need to realize on their own terms; and they will in due time. But this isn’t a time for an angsty speech. They enjoy the moment together.
“Wolffe?” Roso asks softly. He says nothing but looks down at her with a gentle gaze.
“I’d love to have you again sometime in the future.” She says and plants a thoughtful kiss to his lips. He reciprocates her feelings with a warm smile and a brightness within his eyes. She knows in that very instant; the next time she finds him within the Void, that brightness will no longer be present within both his eyes.
“I look forward to it, Roso.”