Hiii! I would love a Hunter Haight x Reader smutty fic. Maybe with a spit kink. Please and thank you :)
Open - HH43
Hunter Haight x girlfriend!reader
Warnings: smut, spit kink, slight dom/sub dynamics, unprotected vaginal sex
Word Count: 1k
When Hunter invited you to go out with the team after the game, he didn't realize how frustrating it would be. You were wearing that little skirt he loved and you kept leaning on him. He had a hard time keeping his hands to himself.
On the drive home, his hand never left your thigh. He was rubbing and squeezing, groping you as much as he could while still driving safely.
"Fuck," he slumped against the front door after closing it behind him, "you looked so good tonight."
His hands were grabbing your waist before you could respond to his words, his mouth meeting yours in a hungry kiss. The kiss lasted a long time and his hands didn't stop roaming over your curves for even a second.
"Babe," you breathed when he finally pulled back.
He gave you that bright smile he always seemed to have on his face, then grabbed your hand and pulled you back toward the bedroom.
Once inside, he undressed you eagerly, then pushed you down onto the bed while he took his own clothes off.
"Hunter," you whined, the sight of him completely naked, his hard dick standing proud against his abdomen, made your mouth water.
He climbed on top of you, balancing his weight on one hand next to your head. His other hand came up to cup your jaw. For a while, he just stared at your face, admiring you.
When he finally spoke, his voice was low and rough, "open," was all he said, but you knew exactly what he wanted.
So you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out just slightly. You could see him gathering the spit in his mouth before he let it drip down slowly and hit your tongue. He watched with a smirk as his own saliva dripped down onto your tongue and slid into your mouth.
"Swallow it," he told you sternly.
You closed your mouth and swallowed, keeping eye contact with him, then stuck your tongue out to show him.
"Good girl," he muttered.
You shivered, your hands gripping his shoulders.
"You're so pretty," he smirked as he reached down to line himself up with your entrance.
You both moaned when he finally pushed inside you, his cock stretching you deliciously. He only gave you a couple seconds to adjust before he was thrusting into you at a pace that he knew would bring you to the edge quickly. Your nails were digging into his skin, high pitched whines falling from your lips each time his hips connected with yours.
"So fucking pretty like this," he grunted.
Then suddenly, he spit on your face, his saliva landing on your cheek. With a smug smirk, he used his hand to spread the spit across your skin. His touch was rough, like he had no regard for your comfort. But you knew deep down, he did care, he’d never do this to you if you didn’t want him to. But he knew you loved it just as much as he did.
He moved his hand away only to spit again. This time, you felt it land on your chin, just below your lip, and his calloused hand came to spread his saliva over your face once again.
After he moved his hand away and took a second to really look at you, he let out a loud moan, "fuck, you look even prettier like this."
"Babe," you whined, the sound almost pitiful.
Your wide eyes shined as you stared up at him, completely vulnerable and at his mercy. He spit again, this time on your chest. He watched the way it dripped down between your boobs, which bounced with every one of his thrusts.
"So hot," he growled, "you're so beautiful, baby. Always so pretty, especially with my spit all over you," he rambled, "absolutely perfect. You love it, don't you? You love being covered in my spit, don't you, baby?"
"Y-yeah," you gasped, his words bringing you closer to your climax.
"You gonna cum for me, baby?"
"Yeah," you repeated breathlessly.
He leaned back , still thrusting into you but now up on his knees. You weren't sure why he'd changed positions at first, until you noticed him gathering spit in his mouth again.
"Hunter-" you didn't get a chance to say anything else before you felt him spit on your pussy, his saliva landing almost directly on your clit, "babe!" You cried out in ecstasy as your orgasm washed over you.
"Fuck," he fell forward, barely catching himself before he landed on top of you. He gave a few more uneven thrusts before he was cumming inside you.
You gasped at the feeling of his release filling you up, your arms wrapping around his neck, in need of the physical contact and closeness. After taking a few deep breaths and steadying himself, Hunter brought a hand up to your head, his fingers running through your hair soothingly. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes before he lifted himself up to look at you, that bright smile you loved so much returning to his face.
"You okay, sweetheart?"
You nodded, "mhm," a yawn followed.
"Tired?"
You nodded again.
He kissed your forehead, "give me just a few minutes to take care of you and then we can sleep, okay?"
"Okay," you whispered.
He used a soft wet washcloth to clean the spit from your face and chest, then between your legs, his touch gentle and careful. Once he was satisfied that you were clean and would be comfortable, he helped you put on a soft pair of shorts and one of his big tshirts. He pulled on a pair of pajama pants, then climbed into the bed next to you.
You instinctively leaned into him, your body fitting against his side easily. A satisfied sigh fell from your lips when he wrapped an arm around you and pulled you closer to him.
"I love you," he whispered, his hand caressing your arm soothingly.
"I love you too," you whispered back, then nuzzled into his chest and let your eyes slip closed.
He smiled, completely content with holding you like that for the rest of the night.
A/N - Hunter Haight smiled at me once and I’ll never forget it I’m so endeared by his big brown eyes and his pretty pretty smile
