From the day Hunter’s family walked into your living room, you knew what was supposed to happen. It was evident and very frankly the headlines of the newspaper the next day. It was published as a ‘secret romance’ to the public, but everyone, even the other people, were aware it wasn’t.
The truth was Hunter’s family company was down under some debts and they had approached your grandfather who then proposed this solution: marry the heir. Hunter had no choice and frankly, you didn’t care because it would be another thing off your checklist.
So it happened and it has even been three months. It was late, probably twenty-seven minutes past one at night, when you are working on something quietly on the couch. The second can of beer is a little empty and you can feel you are tipsy but well aware of your surroundings.
Hunter sits opposite to you, looking out at the city skyline with a glass of wine in his hand. It is weird, two different worlds, two different dreams and different works and yet you are still sharing the same couch.
A thought crosses your mind, a simple question- why was he here when the house was so much bigger and he could sit anywhere? But you realise some questions are better left unsaid. Besides, he has been doing this for the past month- sitting beside you at night when you do your work, quietly, watching the same city lights every day.
That is what you should have thought before you blurted, “Why are you sitting here?” Hunter looks up and for a moment, your eyes lock and something passes down your spine.
You wish you could explain that as shivers!
“The view’s nice,” he replies simply and that probably should have been your cue to stop and get done with your work. Don't ask him why he can’t just see it from his room. You blurt it out anyway. Hunter doesn’t look up at once as he casually lines his index finger along the tip of the glass.
For a moment, you think he didn’t hear it but he speaks up, saying, “It’s the other side of the city.” You raise your head at the sentence and meet his eyes that were already looking at you. A small spark of tension sparks in the air as you hold the contact for mere seconds before going back to your work.
He never breaks eye contact until you do!
You don’t know what to do, your mind is a mush, partly because of alcohol, but mostly because of the way he is looking at you right now. You don’t know why he does this, just sit quietly, you never asked him to, but he still does. You two are not strangers, but you are not friends either; you are something unnamed, sacred, that only the two of you could understand.
You are unmindfully tapping on your keyboard when you hear him shuffling, presumably to get up and go to bed. You try very hard to not look up because you are sure you have a tinge of disappointment on your face, which is very visible. But your disappointment turns into surprise when you feel his body shift closer to yours.
For a moment, you think he will call your bluff- you had nothing important open at all and you were just randomly assorting things. You used to have important work at the beginning of this small routine, and had important details and projects sorted out. Hunter would quietly sit beside you, without any questions, however late it was. He would set your cans beside you and sit with a bottle himself. You never questioned it.
Slowly, you started to love this routine and looked forward to it. So you sat, quietly clicking away on your laptop, even if you didn’t have any actual work. You figured he never had to know and you could just fake it till you make it. Well, that until today happened.
“If you are done, we should go to sleep,” his smooth, deep voice interrupts your thoughts as you look up and look at him. You flinch very lightly at the distance. It doesn’t go unnoticed that even he is shocked by the distance and your breath hitches for just a second.
It might be the alcohol talking but you find yourself saying, “Can we just sit here, though, without any work?”
“If you want to, of course,” Hunter replies without missing a beat, his breath fanning lightly on your lips as your chest rises up and down from the proximity, or its lack thereof, between you two.
You should ask him why he sits, how the staff know to refill a product you use and you haven’t told them about yet, and how your favourite café order magically appears on your desk when you are having a bad day. But you keep quiet again while you stare at him, not moving an inch from your previous position.
This time, it is definitely the alcohol working as you lean in without a thought, diving straight for his lips, eyes closing and hoping he meets you halfway. A disappointed grunt leaves your throat when Hunter fingers dig into your shoulders, holding you just with enough firmness.
“Slow down, love”, he breathes out and you open your eyes as you watch him fight the minimal restraints his brain is holding for him right now. “You are tipsy, we should go to bed,” he continues, voice betraying his own thoughts.
A small chuckle leaves your lips as you shrug, saying, “You are tipsy too, doesn’t that cancel it out?” You tilt your head, looking at him, trying your best to break his restraint.
A laugh escapes his lips as he licks them slowly and replies, “It doesn’t, love, and you know that.”
“Look, I don’t care, I know very well you are not crossing any lines, you are my husband for god’s sake and I’m asking for a kiss,” you breathe in and continue, a little sadder than before, “Unless you have someone else you would kiss.”
Hunter’s heart beats abnormally fast at the word ‘husband’ leaving your lips but your next words take a hit on him as he quickly replies, “Trust me, there is no one I would kiss other than you.”
“Then I don’t care,” you breathe out and press your lips to his with a rush as if there was something to hurry you up. But he takes his time, lazily slotting his lips between yours as he kisses your back. He grabs your neck as you run your fingers through his hair, loving the light taste of him and the alcohol on his lips.
One kiss turns into two and then into more, as he slowly pulls you into his lap as his arms wrap around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to himself. The kisses are messy and loose, nose brushing roughly but lips attached with a need which was long harvested within you two.
When you finally part he breathes out, “Would you kiss me like this, if we were sober?”
You lick your lips and smile, saying, “Stay till the morning, and find out.”
ARCHV ⠀✦ ⠀ i just wanted drunk kisses atp cus what am i even trying to achieve here, i tried jealousy i swear idk what is this 😭
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pairing: hunter x gn!reader. reader is not present but heavily mentioned.
description: hunter returns home to you early, but you're not in your apartment. so he takes a shower to pass the time as he waits for you to arrive.
word count: 1,353
warnings: NSFW 18+ male m*sturbation. heavy scent kink. plot only if you squint.
this is so, so incredibly out of my comfort zone. i don't know what happened. hunter shower thoughts possessed me and i couldn't be stopped. i have never written smut before so i hope this is okay!
also posted this on ao3. feedback is welcomed, reblogs are appreciated. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Hunter punched the door code with the gloved tip of his finger with a little too much force behind each press. He was much more tired than he would admit, he could feel the heaviness weighing down his body, shoulders hunched as he scrubbed a hand over his face, the other holding his helmet. The lock clicked and the door slid open. When the door closed behind him, he felt his senses relax, picking up on the familiar scent that he hadn’t felt in so long. It was a feeling of relief. He looked around the small apartment, one single yellow lamp lit by the window, he didn’t sense anyone else in the space.
They weren’t home yet. That didn’t surprise him, his arrival had been a surprise for him too.
He rubbed his eyes before making his way to the single bedroom in the apartment. The scent of them was even stronger in here, and he felt his nerve endings tingle and tighten with the recognition. His fingers twitched and he felt his stomach tighten. His body knew that when he was here, he was more than just content. He was home.
He stood in front of the window, looking out over the bustling Galactic capital as he took off his armour, unclipping his shoulder pauldrons and sliding off his vambraces and thigh gauntlets, stepping out of his codpiece – he placed it all on a neat pile before padding his way to the adjoining bathroom in just his blacks. Even though crawling into the bed was tempting – the need to be completely surrounded by the smell of them overwhelming he had to hold himself back – he knew he needed to shower first. He was filthy, and the last thing he wanted to do was dirty the bed.
He flicked the light on, and the blub buzzed for a moment before it stopped. He looked in the mirror and breathed deeply. It was so strong in here, that he felt heat pooling through his body before concentrating in his lower half. He groaned before opening the shower curtain and turning the water on, cranking the dial to the left for hot water, steam already rising.
Hot water was a scarce commodity aboard the Marauder. With four men, all of whom ran around completing gruelling missions day in and day out, when there was time for a shower, the water was rarely warm enough to be comfortable. And since Hunter always let his brothers go first, he seldom had a warm shower.
But here? He would make the most of it.
He stripped himself of his blacks until he was completely bare. His whole body tingled as he kicked them off to the side somewhere before he slipped his bandana off, leaving it hanging over the basin. He checked the water with his hand before stepping in, letting the water wash over him.
He moaned as the warmth of the water seeped deep into his bones, relieving the aches and pains that came with being a soldier. It felt incredible. He faced away from the water, leaning his head back to wet his hair. He closed his eyes as the water teased the edge of his hairline before he wiped a wet hand across his face. He stayed that way for a while, moving his head so that the water flowed over his shoulders, cascading down his chest, the rivulets forming paths in his chest hair before falling past his belly button and down his hips and legs.
Hunter turned around and placed his hands on the wall, letting the water hit the back of his neck as he let it hang forward. Then with one hand still on the wall, he took his cock in his hand and stroked it gently, his eyes squeezed shut as his groan echoed off the tile.
The entire shower smelt like them. The smell of their soap lingered as if it were painted on the tiles themselves. Bathing in it simultaneously felt like heaven and torture. After so many long months of being without them, now he was surrounded by them. He couldn’t ignore it, his whole body going into overdrive. He’d been deprived of it for so long that his senses were trying to compensate for all the time of being without it. It sunk into his skin, his bones, making his cock twitch in his palm.
Where were they? The scent in the shower wasn’t enough, he needed to breathe it in off their skin – right in the space where the neck met the shoulders, that’s where it was strongest.
He couldn’t wait for them to return. He quickly grabbed the bar of soap and rubbed some on his hand, breathing it in before resuming his position. He moved his hand up and down carefully, building the pleasure slowly as he felt himself harden.
He was tired, but he so rarely had the opportunity to let himself go like this. Privacy was as scarce as the water, and the tiny shower in the Marauder was too cramped to really enjoy any kind of pleasure. And holo-sex was out of the question too. All he’d had was his memories and a five-minute window every few days.
He clenched his fist on the wall, and he moved his hand in slight twists up and down, drawing it out. He pictured their naked body, sprawled out just for him, and moved his hand a little faster, pleasure building. Their soft skin, their smell, he imagined it all. He imagined kissing up and down, using his mouth to pleasure them, and the way they squirmed when he moved his tongue just right. He gasped, moaning loudly as he felt his body tighten.
He’d missed them so much, he hoped they didn’t take too long to come home. He really should wait, so they could help. But the possibility that they could walk in on him like this gave him a slight thrill.
His hand moved faster now, he was so, so close. He had memorised the sound they made when he would bite their shoulder or the inside of their thighs, and he played it over and over in his head. He muttered out their name as he quickened his wrist. He’d make sure he made them make it again and again when he returned.
He tightened his hand on himself, and he jerked, crying out as he thought of the way they clenched around him. The way they mewled for more as he moved inside them; begging for me, telling him how good he felt inside them.
Soon. Soon. Soon they would be here. Soon he would feel it again. The thought of it was driving him crazy.
He was so close, practically on the edge. His breathing was laboured as he imagined the way they could cry out his name upon their release, nails clawing into his skin leaving crescent moon carvings. He panted harshly as he felt himself draw up and he made a choked-out sound as he stiffened as his release hit him.
He groaned loudly as the pleasure unfurled in his body – no need to squash the sound with his hand. He imagined the sound of them coming, the loud way they moaned his name, crying out with how good it felt. He threw his head back as his body shook as months of pent-up frustrations fell out of him. He opened his eyes to his release hitting the tiles as his hand drew out the rest until he was spent.
Hunter caught his breath, pressing his forehead against the tiles. He laughed lightly to himself as he straightened up. He was still half-hard, and he felt warm all over – not shower warm, a different kind of warm. He washed away his release then grabbed the bar of soap and moved it all over his body, smiling at the thought of smelling like them too. He hummed to himself, his deep tenor filling the room. He couldn’t wait to see them.
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again, this is my first time writing something like this so feedback (delivered kindly) is really appreciated!!
if you want more fics like this let me know...it's good writing practice for me even tho i primarily write fluff/angst pieces!
summary: Hunter has a big headache and needs a cozy day in a bed and and some scalp massages.
warnings: migraines and headaches, mentions of throwing up (but no one is throwing up, it's mainly soft and fluff lol)
words: ~1200
a/n: hello everyone! another day, another fic, right? i filled another promt for @summer-of-bad-batch: this time it's the "can you braid my hair?" prompt. i was just thinking about what helps me when a migraine hits and thought that hunter might like that, too. i hope you enjoy!
MASTERLIST
SUMMER OF BAD BATCH MASTERLIST
It's been just about a month since you and Hunter are in a relationship.
You met him as the handsome and purposeful man, who cares for his brothers and would do absolutely anything for his sister.
He is kind, and gentle, and looks after everyone as best as he can.
He is just so good and amazing, it didn't take you too long to fall for him. Hard.
You couldn't believe it when he agreed to go on a date with you.
And that it went well.
Now it's a few weeks later, and you feel like you're even more in love with him.
But during the time with him, you of course noticed that he sometimes has some issues with his health.
Most of those times, he has problems with his head.
He is prone to headaches and migraines. If they are on their worst, they get so bad he even throws up and can't move outside his dark room for the whole day. Sometimes several days, even.
Tech said that he occasionally got unconscious when they were younger, but by now they had some medicine for it, so at least it didn't get that bad anymore. Seemingly, the fresh air here also helps a lot.
And today is a day, on which your boyfriend already wakes up with a big headache.
You immediately know when he doesn't have his arms around you, like so often when you wake up.
Then you see the way he lies in bed beside you: he seems stiff, he's curled into himself and his breathing is accelerated and shallow, like he doesn't want to agitate his nose more than he needs to.
"Hunter?" you whisper and carefully lean over him.
"Yeah?" he murmurs back, and with the way he talks, it's the last sign for you to know that his head definitely hurts like hell.
"Are you okay?" you still decide to ask and carefully brush some lonely hair strands out of his face.
"Fine," he murmurs, clipped.
"Did you already take painkillers?" you ask. He huffs out a small 'no'.
"Do you need something else? Water? A cooling pack? Space?" you ask and he repeats his answer from before.
Nonetheless you give him a small kiss on his forehead, stand up, and sneak out of the room.
You stayed over at your place overnight, so you're kinda relieved that you won't meet any of his siblings when you come down the stairs. It also might help Hunter when it isn't that noisy over the day.
You pour him a glass of water and grab some painkillers. Then you make your way up to your hurting boyfriend again.
When you arrive at his bedside, he carefully opens his eyes, but squints at the light from outside.
It's too bright, you remember.
You give him the painkillers and put the glass of water on the nightstand. Then you make your way over to close the curtains.
When you turn around to him again, you see how he swallows the painkillers with a swig of his water, and empties the glass.
"Yeah, no water," you mock him, smiling. Before he can say anything, you already run off another time to fill it up.
When you come back, he lays there again like tooka hit by a speeder.
"You need a bucket or anything else?" you ask to make sure, place the glass on the same place as before and sit down on the edge of the bed, carefully sliding a hand through his hair.
He furrows his brows and pulls a small face, and you immediately pull your hand away again, scared that you made it worse.
"No, it's fine, 'm not gonna throw up," he says quietly, "Jus' wanna sleep."
"Okay, I'll let you do that, then. Just tell me when you need anything, alright?" you offer him, still so worried. But when you try to stand up again, he reaches out for your hand.
"Stay?" he asks, kindly.
"Of course, where do you want me?" you immediately agree, trying to make him feel better in every way.
"Mhh, can you... spoon me?" he asks, almost shyly. You see a slightly red tint on his cheeks, and you're sure it wasn't there just a few seconds ago.
"Oh, you know I'd love to," you say and make your way over. If you wouldn't worry so much about him, you would find it very cute. But like this, you just decide to add this to the back of your mind and keep it there until you'll cuddle the next time.
You slide in behind him. His posture is still rigid and stiff, but you try to snuggle up to him. He lifts one of his arms and you put yours beneath it. The other one you put over and around his head, weirdly. Then you pull him closer, snuggle up to his back and place your head in a way his long curls won't tickle your face.
"You're comfortable?" you ask. "Yeah. Already feel better," he says and you could swear a small smile appears on his lips.
You roll your eyes, jokingly, and put your head in a more comfortable position, too, trying not to jostle him too much.
After a few minutes of silence, in which you can only hear your synchronized breathing, Hunter clears his throat awkwardly.
"Is your hand... good?" he asks and you hum in confirmation: "Yeah."
"Oh, do you... hm... No, forget it," he says, but cancels his sentence. You decide to not let it go.
"No, tell me."
Hunter moves around a few seconds, clearing his throat again and turns around in the end, so he can look at you. This time, his cheeks are bright red and you're wondering what made him feel so embarrassed.
"Can you braid my hair?" he asks after a few moments of looking around.
"Braid it?" you ask, just to be clear.
"You don't need to," he backtracks almost immediately, but you shake your head.
"No, I'd love to. I was just worried I might hurt you," you explain yourself, but Hunter just declines. "It actually felt like some of the pressure is lifted off my head," he admits.
"Well, then of course I can," you agree.
After readjusting your positions again, Hunter's head is comfortably laying in your lap, his body is placed between your legs, and your back is leaning against the wall behind the bed, padded with some pillows.
"You have to tell me if it hurts," you say, and Hunter just smiles: "I will."
You play around with his hair for quite some time. You try out different hairstyles, trying not to pull on his hair too much, softly massage his scalp, and decide that he could definitely rock a style with two braids that are placed across his head. He looks quite attractive like that, actually.
You enjoy the time of closeness and the intimacy the activity brings with it. Hunter seems to be quite content, too.
When he finally is able to stand up by midday, he almost looks fine again. Even though his hair is a mess, he declares his head doesn't hurt anymore, and you actually believe him when he says your hands did wonders to him.
Anon, you did not say what kind of alphabet…you’re going to get what I give you and eat it. I hope you enjoy. (Also, thank you for submitting)
Written with gn!reader in mind.
Content & Warnings: mostly fluff
Word Count: 1.1k
SFW Alphabet Template
ao3 // main masterlist // 1k follower event masterlist
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Affection doesn’t come easy for Hunter. It took him a while to grow comfortable with it. Most of his affection is saved for private moments, and that is when he is more physical. In front of others, Hunter falls into quick touches and verbal forms of affection.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
A wonderful best friend. Loyal, dependable, and steadfast. Hunter takes friendship seriously. That had to have built up to a certain extent before the two of you became anything more.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Hunter doesn’t want to admit that he likes them but he does.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Does not have an urge to settle down. Omega changed this for him. He wants what’s best for her, and she deserves a childhood. That is his main focus and goal, to provide a place for her. Cooking and cleaning do not come naturally for him. These are skills he has to learn.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
Nervous wreck about it. Hunter would try to walk around it at first, unsure of how to go about doing it. This would be new territory for him and he’d probably flop at getting his point across.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Does not have plans for commitment, but that can change depending on what happens in his life. This isn’t something Hunter has ever had to think about but someone—like you—could easily come along and change things.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
When required, Hunter can be gentle. He might slip up or not always know when he’s being insensitive, but he does try. This is also new for him. These things take practice and eventually Hunter will get the hang of it.
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Didn’t like hugs at first, but loves them now. Especially when they’re from Omega—or you.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Not quickly, but not slow either. Hunter will realize he loves you long before he actually says it. In his mind, he wants to make sure it’s real before he takes that leap.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Not jealous but is overly protective, and sometimes that might translate as jealousy.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Great kisser. Excellent. 10/10. He’s the kind of guy to go in soft at first—almost tentative. Like he’s trying to test out how you might feel about it. And once he receives that clear signal from you, he’s going in. Hunter can easily become passionate about it.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Very awkward around young children. Has no idea what to do at first. But he is very gentle and has patience for them.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Wrapped up in each other’s arms.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Watching the water on Pabu. Lazy dinners. A good snuggle.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Slow to reveal things about himself but with time, Hunter is more open about things. If he is revealing personal details about himself to you, it means he trusts you completely.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
His patience is learned. Hunter can grow easily annoyed or irritated, but he tries not to be. He’s shorter with his brothers than he is with you or Omega.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Would forget things. He doesn’t do it on purpose, or because he doesn’t care, it just happens. He is taking care of an entire team. They are his priority, and keeping Omega safe is also high on that list. Sometimes the little details slip, but after it’s all done? Hunter is more likely to remember.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
How the two of you met. It was either a meet cute situation on Pabu or a meet ugly where one of you had a knife pointed at each other’s throat. No in between.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
Very protective. Would be looking out for your safety constantly. Hunter does his best to make sure you feel loved and safe, and you return that in equal measure. Sometimes he finds it amusing that you try as hard as him.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
Depends. If this is happening on the canon timeline, he’s not likely to remember those things until after the events of season 3 (minus the time jump). There are bigger things on his mind. But afterward? He is more likely to remember these moments and take his time to try his best.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Cleanliness. Let’s not forget how abysmal their room was on Kamino. Hunter would absolutely have issues either cleaning up after himself or leaving chores for later. I can see this changing once he settles on Pabu permanently, but it’s an old habit. Doesn’t easily forgive, either.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Hardly. Hunter rarely thinks about that.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Not really. It’s a bit like grief. There is always a hole and it may or may not heal completely, but it doesn’t mean he feels incomplete as a person.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Enjoys physical touch. With his heightened senses, touching you almost settles him in a way.
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Hunter takes it personally when one of the team (Crosshair) turns their back on everyone. He isn’t one to forgive easily and loyalty is earned. He’d have a hard time with someone who doesn’t understand this.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Can sleep anywhere and everywhere easily. Had to learn with being away all the time. This guy could kick his feet up and fall asleep in a chair.
Sensual baking kitchen sex with Hunter please! I can totally see this after the batch has settled down on a nice farm
Any of y'all ever wanted to hear Hunter call you a bad girl? ;) Click the blue hyperlinked lines for a little auditory *treat*. :D
Hunter x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 1.5k
NSFW! Minors DNI! Go on, git!
Fireflies of dust danced in the foggy beams of morning sunshine streaming through your windows. A gentle breeze blew through them, ruffling the vintage curtains you’d tied back with some twine. The laminate countertops creaked fondly as you leaned back, resting on your palms behind you. Across the small, U-shaped kitchen stood the love of your life, shoulder-length hair rumpled in a wavy mess, rich brown skin curving down to just below his waist, where it disappeared into a soft, worn pair of flannel pajama pants.
“What? What’s with that face?” the voice as smooth as smoke had faint crackles of morning in it, and Hunter met your eyes with a sleepy smirk.
“What face?” you asked innocently, lifting your brows and slightly pursing your lips. He took his time pouring a steaming cup of caf into his favorite thick-walled mug before turning to face you with a casual lean against the wooden cupboards. He took a sip, eyes never leaving yours, and slowly raised his head again.
“You’ve either triumphed over me somehow or you want me,” he answered, delighting at your shocked and appalled expression.
“Hunter! You don’t know me,” you said theatrically, leaving your mug of caf to step closer to him, idly tracing a finger down his lightly tufted chest. “I was just thinking about the last time you had those on…” you drifted off, biting a lip and dropping your gaze to his collarbone. His rumbling laugh scooped you up in shared remembrance – one of many memories you held together.
“Yeah? I just remember there was sand involved… Where it shouldn’t be,” he muttered, and your hand dropped to the graceful arch of his hip.
“Mmm, in that sleepy little beach town,” you said, reminiscing with fondness (and a wee bit o horny).
“Sleepy little beach town?” Hunter echoed, cocking his head at you with a sarcastically judgmental grin. “You’ve been reading again, haven’t you…”
“Well, since someone insists on fishing, I need something other than staring at the wall to fill my time with.” Glimmering eyes, smug smiles, and overly dramatic tones made it clear that you both were joking, and your thigh brushed against his as you left his side to open the oven, which had just announced that it was preheated. You picked up a previously-unnoticed tray of muffins and slid them onto the rack, blocking your face from the blast of warmth, then closed the door and set the timer.
“Ohh… What have we got there?” he asked, shifting to stand straight and leaning over your shoulder to peer at the glass door.
“Snickerdoodle cupcakes… And while they bake, you can help me make the brown sugar cream cheese frosting,” you answered, tapping the spatula on the counter next to him. Hunter was practically drooling from the description alone, so as the two of you fell into a rhythm of mixing together various ingredients, there were increasingly frequent dips of a finger into the bowl, quickly licked off with the large eyes of a guilty schoolchild.
He’d been right… You did want him. There was something fresh between the two of you lately that had you craving him on a whole new level. So when he showed up in the kitchen, shirtless and wearing those pants, he was really just asking for it. Your arm began to brush his more and more, sides touching, thighs kissing with occasional movement. The combination of the rich scents flooding the kitchen, the creamy golden light that made everything feel calm, and the sense of desire he was picking up from you was making Hunter dizzy. He swallowed, watching you slide the spatula around the edge of the decadent frosting and then lick off every last bit.
“Something on your mind, sergeant?” you wondered in a sing-songy voice.
“I know what you’re doing,” he said accusingly, squinting at you with pursed lips that accentuated every edge of his chiseled face, framed along the silhouette by the morning glow behind.
“Then don’t waste my time,” you invited, smirking confidently and dipping your index finger into the bowl, swirling it around the creamy frosting. “I bet I’ll have you in bed in five minutes,” you challenged.
“I’m not just your playtoy, you know,” he returned, lifting his chin. “You don’t just snap your fingers and get this beautiful dick.”
“Oh my gosh,” you snorted, almost sinking your entire hand into the frosting. “Alright, deal. You’re gonna regret this.” You scooped up a fingerful of brown sugar cream cheese, lifting it to your lips while gazing at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
“Go ahead, try it…” he said, nodding with raised eyebrows to goad you on. You flicked your tongue out, sliding it along one side of your finger, covering it with the smooth frosting. His face twitched as he attempted to watch impassively, determined not to let you win. You repeated the process on the other side, watching his resolve begin to crack.
“Ohhh, you are a bad girl,” he purred, and the jolt of electricity it sent through you could have powered a small village. You stepped closer, staggering your legs between his and gently taking his hand. Folding all of his fingers down but one, you dipped it in the bowl, pulling it back with dense, sweet frosting all over. You kissed the back of his hand, then slowly licked the front of his finger, bottom to top, and when you sank it into your mouth with a sloppy swirl of the tongue, his gaze darkened. “You think you can get away with that?”
You smiled, popping your mouth off his finger with a flourish, licking the remaining flecks of cream cheese from your lips. The sweet thrill of victory announced its arrival as his arms were around you in an instant. He pulled you against him, his strong chest and semi-hard length pressing against you tantalizingly.
“Come here…” he ordered, bringing his lips to yours with a hungry firmness. You melted under his affection, sliding your mouth against his as his familiar taste and suggestive nips fueled the fire in your core. His tongue caressed yours, sharing the sweetness of the brown sugar before sucking your bottom lip.
“Told you I’d get ya,” you teased, as his hands slid under your shirt.
“Bummer,” he deadpanned, fingers stroking along the bottom curve of your breasts, a smile teasing the corner of his mouth as you sucked in a sharp inhale. He scooped you up before you knew what was happening, sliding your butt onto the cold laminate counter. You laughed, trying to pull your oversized t-shirt down to cover the cheeky underwear beneath, but his hands were on your thighs and his mouth covered your own within seconds. He kissed you deeply, gliding rough fingers along the outsides of your hips, shuffling further between your legs.
His hands returned to your shirt, grazing your ribcage before cupping each breast with a firm grasp. A string of expletives fell from your mouth as you closed your eyes, nestling your arms over his broad shoulders and folding your hands behind his head as he stroked and caressed, watching you for a moment.
“I love what you do to me,” you breathed in a whisper, cheeks curved in a smile as your eyes remained blissfully shut. He lowered his lips to your neck, punctuating heavy kisses with gentle bites as he worked his way to your collarbone, where his hungry exploration was foiled by the hem of your shirt. It was off in a minute, swooped over your head with ease, and the cool air tickling your bare torso sent a shiver down your spine. But then he had you against him, and the heat radiating from him was as soothing as it was incendiary as he caressed the backs of his fingers up the inside of a thigh. Your back arched on its own accord, aching for his touch.
But he teased.
He whispered dirty promises and declarations of love against your ear as he teased the crease of your leg, the bottom of your stomach, the inside of the other thigh. You whispered death threats right back, if he didn’t get those damn fingers inside of you soon. His chuckle melted into a groan as you took his earlobe in your teeth, raking them down it lightly before burying your face in his neck, nibbling and licking in the spot that always made him shudder. When his fingers finally grazed across the thin layer of fabric remaining between him and your skin, you let out a needy little whimper that had him tugging them down your legs immediately.
“Bring that beautiful pussy over here,” he murmured, pulling your hips right to the edge of the counter. You tilted your pelvis forward, held in place only by his steady frame in front of you. He stroked his fingers along your folds, teasing your clit with a tiny circle before pulling away for a second. “Now you’re the one who’s gonna regret it…”
