The Job
Summary: You take a job from Cid that requires you to go undercover. After weeks of tension, things boil over between you and Hunter because of it.
Pairing: Hunter x reader
Word Count: 3,467 words
Warnings: NSFW, 18+, smut, p in v sex, explicit sexual content, fingering, no real foreplay, clothed sex, objectification, unwanted touching (not Hunter), language, jealousy, some fluff at the end
A/N: I'm baaaaack!!!! At least for now. Had something floating around in my head and had to get it out so here it is. Just getting my feet wet back in the fandom right now. Call of Duty will still take precedence since my fic over there is my main focus, but I might drop a few things here every so often.
MASTERLIST
“Why did I agree to do this?”
You’ve been asking yourself that for the last hour.
“We need that intel and you are the least recognizable out of all of us.” Tech states simply, as if it’s obvious. It is obvious, and you know that’s the reason why, but ever since you landed in the lap of your target, you’ve been questioning why you ever went along with this in the first place.
That would be, landed in his lap literally.
You’re perched on his knee, his hand resting just too low on your back as you sit at a jubilee wheel table. He’s nursing some expensive drink, the glass cool in your hand as you hold it for him. If you had poison, you’d slip it in now while his gaze is locked on the numbers flashing by, but you need him alive.
Cheers erupt as the wheel stops, your target sitting up straighter to take the glass from your hand. He’s smirking, lips twisted up making him seem even slimier than he already does.
“See, baby, I’ve never wrong.” He says, emptying his glass with one drink. He sets it on the table, his free hand dropping to your thigh. It’s wet with condensation, and you do your best to hide a wince.
“You have been surprisingly good.” You say, leaning back slightly as he presses closer to you. “One more round?” You ask, afraid to lean back any further as his face presses into your neck.
“No, I think I’m done for the night.” He says, pulling back away from you. “I’ve got better things to do with my time.”
Your stomach churns at the look on his face. You’re the better thing. That’s why you’re in this stupid dress in this casino in the first place.
“Let’s head up to my room.” He says, pushing you to stand. “We can get to know each other a little better.” His hands land on your waist, fingers just barely brushing your ass.
You fight the urge to push him off. You need to get him outside.
“You said you had a big starship.” You say, pouting just slightly. “I want to see it first.” You lean in close to him. “You know what they say about men and their starships.” You fight the urge to vomit as you giggle lewdly. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
He grins, one hand sliding down to squeeze your ass. “Alright, I’ll show you my baby. We can get well acquainted with the deluxe interior.”
You choose to ignore the double entendre.
His arm stays around you as you head towards the doors, weaving between drunk bodies. You try to play more drunk than you are, giggling at every word that comes out of his mouth.
The air outside is cold, bumps raising on your exposed skin from the sudden change in temperature. Your dress doesn’t leave much to the imagination, but you need to be exposed to catch the attention of someone so slimy. What you wouldn’t give for a jacket though.
You’re still contemplating if you can weasel him out of his when you arrive outside a very large starship. It is impressive, you have to admit that much. Nice and shiny and new, meant for nothing more than ferrying bodies between planets. You miss the rugged, beaten exterior of the Marauder.
She at least has charm.
You’re let up the ramp, which he leaves open by some miracle. No worries at all in his mind, meaning you’ve done well enough at your job.
The interior of the ship is gaudy and overdone. Expensive seats, a fully-stocked bar, a full bed in the large sleeping compartment. The lap of luxury at its finest.
You hate it.
You’re facing him when you spot them, nursing some bitter, expensive wine that tastes like bantha piss. You smile, pretending to be interested in what he’s saying, but your eyes keep flashing to the bodies quickly sneaking up on him.
Before they can reach him you rear back, punching him hard in the face. He drops to his knees, letting out a surprised yelp. “That was for touching my ass.” You say as Wrecker yanks him back to his feet.
A satisfied smirk crosses your face at the look of fear on his. He’s in for quite the wild night alright.
***
The Marauder hums its way through hyperspace as you work on unraveling your hair from its fancy updo. It had taken you an hour to tame it into place, the strands tugging with every attempt to loosen the clips.
“Kriffing mother-” You groan as you settle for just tearing the clip out, not caring that you take a few strands of hair with it. “I’m never doing this again.” You say.
“That’s not up to us to decide.” Hunter says gruffly from his seat across from you.
“We could just not take these jobs.” You say, tearing out another clip.
“We need credits. We have to be prepared to do whatever it takes to get them.” He says shortly.
“Well, you weren’t the one getting pawed all over by some rich scum.” You snap.
He stands from the chair, turning on you. You flinch, half expecting him to start yelling. “You’ll just have to deal with what happens.” He snaps back. He looks you over, your body still exposed by the dress. “Make yourself decent. No one wants to see that.”
He makes for the door to the cockpit, sliding it closed behind him.
His words bite at you, gnawing away at your insides. Sure you’ve gotten into small arguments with him before, but never to this degree. He’s never snapped at you like that before. Anger bubbles under your skin along with frustration. You’re tired and you feel gross after being touched by some skeezball all night.
You stand to your feet, ignoring Wrecker’s look as you make for the cockpit, slamming your hand against the button to open it. You step inside, ignoring Tech at the pilot’s seat as you force Hunter around to face you. “What’s your problem?” You say angrily, readying yourself for a fight. You’re not afraid to hit him if you need to.
“What’s my problem?” He scoffs. “You’re the one making a big deal about this job.”
“Yeah because you weren’t the one being objectified for the sake of some credits.” You jam your finger against his chest, ignoring the way it bounces off the plastoid of his chest piece. “You didn’t have some stranger’s hands all over your body.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have let him touch you then!” Hunter snaps bending down closer to your height.
“Then we wouldn’t have gotten that intel you so desperately wanted.” You shove his shoulder, taking a step back. “I’m tired of you and your shitty attitude.”
He’s been in a bad mood since Cid gave you this job, even before your squad decided that you going in alone would be the best way to do this. He’s been in a bad mood for well on a week now, ever since you started talking to one of Cid’s patrons. He’s young, handsome, new to Ord Mantell. How he wound up at Cid’s is beyond you, but you’ve grown to like him as a person.
“Fix your attitude or leave me alone.” You say, turning on your heel and stomping out of the cockpit.
You stomp past Echo and Wrecker, heading for Omega’s room at the other end of the ship. The young clone had stayed with Cid for this one, after deciding objectifying you would be the route you would take. She didn’t need to see that.
You plop yourself down in her makeshift bed, pulling the curtain closed. You stare out at the blue of hyperspace, resting your arms on your knees.
Maybe you have outstayed your welcome with your squad. They hadn’t been happy about you joining them in the first place, and after the Republic fell, you had your chance to leave. You could have fled with the other few civilian workers stuck on Kamino, gone off to figure out what to do next with your life. Instead you had stuck by your squad, even if it did put a bounty on your head.
Now you’re here, wondering if perhaps you should have left. They don’t need you, and from the sound of it, they probably don’t want you either. You’re another mouth to feed, another variable in their equation. Sure, there’s been a few jobs they wouldn’t have been able to figure out without your knowledge and skills, but otherwise, you’ve just been in the way.
Maybe you should take up your new friend’s offer. Omega would be upset, but she’d get over it eventually. Wrecker would miss you, but you doubt the others would notice your absence, outside of their lives getting easier.
Yeah.
It’s sounding more and more like a good idea.
***
You don’t leave Omega’s room until after you land on Ord Mantell.
You’d sent them ahead, waiting for the ramp to lower and their voices to fade before you started packing, gathering the few items that belonged to you on the ship. It hurts, the idea of leaving, but you can’t see any other option. Hunter doesn’t want you here. You’re just a frustration, another piece of this puzzle he has to figure out. Anything you can do to make their lives easier, you’ll do it, even if it hurts in the end.
Tears pool in your eyes as you pack the last of your belongings in the crate. You stare at Omega’s room for a moment, guilt starting to pool in your stomach. You won’t even say goodbye. You’ll just disappear from their lives, sneak off to a different ship and start a new life from there.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
You spin around, startled by the voice. You hadn’t heard the ramp open again, nor had you heard Hunter enter. Some skills you have.
“Leaving.” You say, sealing the crate. “Like you want me too.”
“What?” He has the audacity to sound shocked.
“Look, I know you don’t want me here. You’ve made that very clear over these last couple weeks. I’m just another barrier to you, another mouth to feed, another body you have to worry about.” A tear slides down your cheek and you silently curse it. “I’m doing the smart thing and removing myself from this equation before it gets any harder on you.”
You go to shoulder past him but he puts a hand on your shoulder, forcing you back. “You think I want you to leave?”
You nod. “Yeah. You’ve made that very clear.”
His jaw clenches, brows furrowing. “This is about that boy, isn’t it? He’s offered you a place with him and you’ve decided to take it.”
You let out a breath. Of course he’d be perceptive about that. “Well, he’s been more welcoming than you have these last few days. And he’s not a boy.”
“You’re not going.” He says, taking the crate from your hands.
“Like hell I’m not.” You say, trying to grab it back but Hunter adds it to the stack of crates.
“I don’t trust him.” Hunter says, turning back to you.
“I don’t give a shit what you think, Hunter.” Tears are flowing from your eyes now. “You’ve done nothing but treat me like crap and I’m tired of it.”
“I’m sorry.”
It nearly shocks the tears from your eyes. Your head snaps to the side, staring at him with wide eyes. “What?”
“I’m sorry.” He repeats, standing there looking defeated. “I’m sorry that I made you feel that way.”
You sniffle, wiping the wetness from your cheeks. “Okay...this wasn’t how I expected this going.”
He steps closer to you, backing you up against the wall. “The last thing I want is for you to leave.”
You stare up into those honey brown eyes, your heart starting to thud in your chest. “W-what?”
“I don’t want you to leave.” He says, one hand rising to rest against the wall by your head. “Kriff, you’d break my heart if you left.”
“Hunter…” You whisper, staring up at him.
Of course.
How could you be so stupid.
“You’re jealous.” You say, staring up at his face. He’s looming over you, caging you in.
He winces, brows furrowing. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
You raise your brows. “Oh yeah? Because that’s what it sounds like.”
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted to punch that boy for even coming close to you.” He breathes, his other hand lifting to rest on your waist. “Do you know how hard it was listening to that piece of filth talk to you last night? Seeing his hands all over you...seeing you in that dress…” He shakes his head. “And I couldn’t do anything but stand there and watch.”
“You could have done something.” You say, lifting a hand to press it against his chest. You wish you could feel his heartbeat beneath the plastoid, see if it’s racing just as fast as yours is. “All you had to do was say something.”
“I didn’t want to make things difficult, if there was even a chance that you didn’t feel the same.” He admits. “It would have disturbed the group dynamics too much, made things awkward between us.”
“Kriffing hell Hunter.” You laugh, lifting your hand to his cheek, turning his face back to yours. “I thought you were supposed to have enhanced senses.”
“I do.” He says. “I just ignore them when you’re around. I couldn’t let myself hear you or smell you or taste you.” He shakes his head. “It was all too much.”
You swallow thickly, staring up at him through your lashes. “If you had listened then you’d hear the way my heart beats faster when I’m close to you, how turned on I get when you do that thing with your knife.”
A smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “You get turned on when I spin my knife?”
You nod. “I’ve seen what those fingers can do.” You stand on your toes, bringing your face closer to his. “I’d like to be next.”
A low sound grumbles in his chest before he closes the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours. You let out a moan against his lips, sliding your hands around his shoulders. It’s better than you imagined, all those times you sat there, staring at him, picturing what it would be like to kiss him, what it would feel like to have his hands all over you.
“Do you have any idea what it was like last night,” he says between kisses. “watching you walk away in that dress.”
“You should have done something about it.” You murmur, nipping at his bottom lip.
“I’m going to rectify that now.” He groans, pressing his body against yours.
You moan at the feel of him, hard muscle and plastoid digging into your skin. You want it off, every last piece until he’s bare before you, but you know you can’t. Not yet. There’s too much of a risk of one of them returning to the ship and seeing. This is risky enough.
“Touch me, Hunter.” You breathe, tilting your head as his lips trail across your skin.
“My pleasure.” He says, pulling back to tug his gloves off. He drops them to the floor before his hands are on you again, trailing over your body, feeling every dip and curve.
You guide one of his hands between your legs, letting him feel the warmth there, the dampness already pooling in your underwear.
“Kriff…” He breathes, slipping his hand into your pants.
He’s eager, fingers prodding your folds, sliding through the wetness already soaking your underwear. You moan against his lips, pressing his palm against your clit as his fingers press against your entrance. Two thick digits press into you, spreading you open. Kriff, it’s been so long.
Too long.
Hunter swallows your moans as he presses his fingers into you, thrusting them into you with a wet squelch. “All this for me?” He breathes, nipping at your lips.
“Only for you.” You moan, tangling a hand in his hair. “I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
It’s been a long time since you’ve been able to even touch yourself. Usually those times were saved for stops on Kamino, when you actually had a chance for privacy.
There hasn’t been any chance for weeks now.
“Then we’ll make this quick.” He says, pulling his hand from your pants to spin you around, pining your body to the wall.
You let out a breath as he pulls your hips back, tugging your pants down to your ankles. The cool air in the Marauder meets your wet folds, sending shivers down your spine. You breathe in anticipation, listening to his codpiece hit the floor before his blacks are pulled out of the way. Of course he’s already hard. He probably has been since you started to feel aroused. You can only imagine how intense it is for him and his enhanced senses.
He presses up against you, his cock prodding your entrance. You press your hips back, trying to speed up the process. They’re bound to notice you gone eventually, which will lead to a search party and the first place they’ll look is the ship. You don’t want your first time with Hunter, hurried as it is, to end like that.
Your eyes roll back when he sinks into you, hips pressing flush against your ass. The stretch burns just a little, but you ignore it, too focused on the feel of him inside of you. A curse leaves your lips, thighs squeezing together for friction as he starts to thrust into you, small movements of his hips dragging his cock in and out of your pussy. Your cheek rests against the wall, cool metal pressing against your heated skin.
“Feel so good,” He groans, hands gripping your hips. “Better than I imagined.”
“You imagined me?” You nearly whimper, pushing your ass back against him.
“Of course.” He grunts, his hips snapping against your ass. “What do you think I did in the showers on Kamino.”
Certainly not bathe.
You’d never complain about your stinky men. At least not out loud.
“Oh kriff,” You breathe, the image of Hunter, cock in hand in the showers on Kamino filling your brain. He was thinking about you. You were the one filling his thoughts, not some pinup the regs were beating it off to.
You.
“Hunter,” You moan, pushing your body up so you’re back is pressed against his chest, ignoring the painful dig of his plastoid into your skin. “Make me cum.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He says, hands falling to your hips as he ruts up into you.
Your legs are shaking, hands pressing against the wall to hold yourself up as you get closer and closer to the edge with every push of his cock against that spot inside of you. It’s better than you imagined, better than you could ever picture in your mind. You’re certain he feels the same.
Your hand certainly won’t do the trick anymore.
You squeeze around him, thighs pushing together as you cum around his cock. His body presses you up against the wall, his breaths fanning your ear as he groans, cumming inside of you with a couple more thrusts of his hips.
The both of you go still, breathing hard and sweaty but you don’t care. You can’t get past the feel of his body against yours, the press of his cock inside of you. You don’t want this moment to end, but you know it has to. You have to go back to your lives, back to taking odd jobs, putting your lives on the line for some credits.
Maybe someday you’ll get to settle down, find a nice place where you can finally be safe and secure and a family.
You’re getting ahead of yourself now.
Hunter pulls out of you with a groan, his hands on your hips to steady himself. You peel yourself up off the wall, brushing a hand over your face to wipe some of the sweat away.
“Hunter?” You breathe, turning to face the clone.
“Yeah?” He asks, tucking himself back into his blacks.
“Don’t be so stupid next time and make me wait for this.” You say.
He chuckles, putting his codpiece back in place as you pull your pants up. “I promise.”
You lean up to kiss him softly. It’s a sweet moment after what just happened, a reminder of what you’ve just started.
“Oh, and Hunter?” You ask, pulling your blaster out of the crate you packed. “My new friend? He’s gay.”
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