Content/Warnings: Porn w/o plot, smut (f masturbation, mentions of p in v), reader is still a brat, Hunter is still desperate and a little pathetic.
Wordcount: 2325
A/N: I love the idea of teasing Hunter and testing his restraint. This was another exploration of that! I'm also learning I don't quite know how to end these things, so it just kinda...ends. As always, thank you for reading and interacting. It means a lot to me!
It all started as an innocent question on your part, rather early on in your relationship.
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You and Hunter were tangled up in your bed, sweaty and still catching your breaths, both utterly spent. He was on his back with you curled up against his chest, one of his arms wrapped around your back to hold you close against him. His thumb rubbed slow, absentminded circles where his hand rested along your hip. Your eyes were closed while you listened to his still racing heart gradually slow with his breathing.
He shifted to plant a kiss to the crown of your head. "Are you okay?" Hunter asked softly. "I wasn't too rough with you, was I?"
You lifted your head to look up at him and could see his attempt to mask his fear and concern for you. Tonight had been the first time Hunter truly let himself go with you, leaving behind bruises from his fingers and hands on your wrists, hips, and ass; fresh bite marks that were still red and irritated all around your throat, and littered across your chest, breasts and along the insides of your thighs.
Not that Hunter had remained unscathed; there were scattered scratches where your nails had raked all over his chest and back. You also made sure to leave your own fair share of love bites on his collarbones and shoulders.
It might have required quite a lot of begging and pleading on your part to finally convince him to fully set aside his restraint, but you felt it was all well worth it.
"Of course I'm okay, and you weren't too rough," you reassured him, bringing your hand up to rest on his cheek. "I wanted this, remember? It was exactly what I asked for."
He turned his face to press a gentle kiss to your palm, closing his eyes as he did. "I know, I know. But I needed to check anyway," he mumbled into your hand.
"If it'll help soothe your nerves, I can tell you what my favorite part of tonight was," you whispered, shifting your hand to turn his face towards you.
His gaze met yours and he chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath you. "Yeah, okay. Tell me," he replied with a slight smirk.
A wicked grin split your face as you leaned in closer, hovering just close enough that you felt his breath against your lips. "I absolutely loved when you tied my hands with your bandana while you fucked me," you admitted, gently brushing your nose against his.
You felt Hunter's breathing stop for a moment as he tensed, and you watched his pupils slowly dilate. His hand flexed against your bare hip where he still held you; once, twice, his grip pressing into your fresh bruises.
"I think that might have been my favorite part, too." Hunter's voice was low, a rough edge taking over again just as it had hours ago when you were both still fully clothed.
You smiled again, closing the distance to kiss him. He immediately ran his tongue along your bottom lip, slipping it in your mouth as you moaned into him. He brought his free hand up to tangle in your hair, positioning your head just where he wanted you.
"Maybe one of these nights, you could let me tie you up instead?" you breathed out between kisses. He hummed at your words, his teeth tugging gently on your lower lip before he released it.
"Yeah, maybe," he agreed, his voice halfway wrecked already. "I'll teach you how to tie a proper knot soon," he promised, his eyes locked on your lips. "But right now, I think I'd very much like to tie you up again, mesh'la."
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Alright, so it wasn't exactly an innocent question on your part, after all. Especially considering where the two of you were at that exact moment.
Your naked body was laid out near the foot of your bed, a pillow behind you to keep you comfortably propped up. You cupped one of your breasts, teasing and pinching the nipple, while you let your other hand begin to slowly slide down your belly. Your breathing caught in your throat once your fingers brushed through the small dusting of hair on your mound, now so close to where you were aching for more friction. A low groan sounded from the opposite end of the bed as your fingers continued to track lower, and you had to glance up to flash Hunter a wicked grin.
Hunter sat with his back up against the headboard, his eyes glued to where your legs were spread wide in front of him. While you were bare and exposed, he still wore his compression shorts, his erection growing beneath the material. He leaned forward but stopped short, the fabric of his bandana around his wrists straining slightly to keep him in place against the bedpost. You were close enough that you could touch him with your foot if you wanted, but positioned in a way that severely limited his range of motion. Hunter's breathing was already short and uneven, his jaw locked tight while he watched as you teased yourself. He closed his eyes for a brief second and inhaled deep through his nose, seeming to hold his breath.
"Are you already struggling over there?" you couldn't help but tease him, lifting your foot to rub it lightly against his. "We're only just getting started."
Hunter shivered hard at the contact, exhaling in a rough growl, fixing his gaze on yours again. "I might have been created to withstand nearly any physical or psychological stress, but I think you might give me a heart attack, mesh'la." His voice was rough, low, and sent a shuddering thrill through you.
You kept a smile on your face, maintaining eye contact, as you brought both of your hands down to caress the inside of your thighs. "At least you'll die happy, right?"
Rather than wait for him to respond, you ran a slow, lazy finger through your folds. You sighed in relief at the contact while Hunter groaned again, his eyes dropping to watch your hands. You were already wet as you rubbed little circles around your swelling clit, feeling your arousal grow with every pass of your fingers. But a mischievous thought crossed your mind in that moment, and you couldn't resist seeing how much Hunter could handle.
With a soft moan, you dipped two fingers into your cunt, gathering up some of the slick from within. Shifting slightly, you rose to your knees to scoot closer to rest between his legs as he fixed you with a confused look. Without a word, you leaned forward and smeared the moisture across Hunter's chest. He was helpless to stop you, letting out a grunt once more at the contact, the muscles in his jaw flexing hard.
"What the fuck," he breathed, staring down at the glistening streak on his pecs. "It's bad enough that all I can smell is your arousal in the first place, but now I know I won't be able to think straight." His voice cracked at the end, and he involuntarily bucked his hips up as your scent started to overwhelm him.
"Good," you giggled, settling back against the pillow with your legs spread before him. You didn't miss a beat, bringing your fingers back down to plunge inside your slick heat, curling them slightly to try and find that sweet spot.
"You think you're safe from me, don't you?" Hunter asked, his voice dangerously low. "You really think this bandana is enough to protect you, enough to stop me?" He leaned forward again, and you heard the stretch of the fabric around his wrists.
You didn't answer, but continued to thrust your fingers in and out of yourself, the motion easier now because of how wet his words made you. He closed his eyes again, taking in a deep breath in an attempt to consume your scent as much as he could. His eyes opened just a moment later when he heard you whimper, your fingers finally sliding across that spot that made your vision start to blur at the edges.
"Keep talking, Hunter," you breathed, feeling yourself start to approach that sweet precipice of ecstasy. "Please, I'm getting close." It was your turn to close your eyes now, your head dropping back against the pillow, the sounds of your shallow breathing and wet pussy filling the room.
He didn't respond right away, his taunting momentarily forgotten as he became mesmerized by the sight of you fucking yourself on your own fingers. With every slick curl of your digits, Hunter could see and smell just how close you were. His jaw went slack, his mouth falling open to let the scent of your essence fully wash over him.
Hunter loved your cunt, loved to tease and taste it until you were writhing and begging for release. He loved how your scent shifted when you came: an irresistible combination of sweet musk and a salty, tangy flavor that always seemed to explode on his taste buds and consume him. In that moment, all Hunter wanted was to experience that sensation, to inhale your release and lose himself in your pleasure. He saw the way you were starting to clench around your fingers, the way your eyebrows were pinched together. Your chest was rising and falling even faster now, your eyes still closed.
But then he remembered you forced him to stay bound and restrained, unable to physically intervene in any way. And suddenly, Hunter decided to try and fight dirty like you.
"Are you sure you deserve it, mesh'la?" he rasped. "Why should I give you what you want so easily after you've tortured me like this, hm?" He tried to keep his voice even and strong, but he couldn't mask the lust and desire that laced his words.
Your fingers moved even faster now, one hand still curling inside while you brought the other to rub messy circles around your clit. "I'll still be able to get off, even if you don't say anything else," you gasped out, lifting your head to fix him with a devilish smirk. "Just seeing you bound, unable to touch me or yourself, will be enough for me."
You felt that warm band of desire winding tighter and tighter in your belly, taking in the wrecked sight of Hunter in front of you. Nearly every muscle in his body was tense, and he was slowly grinding his clothed hips up into the air in an attempt to seek relief from the strain of his erection. He let out small, soft grunting sounds and groans with each lift of his hips, still staring at how you pumped your fingers in and out of your cunt.
"Look at you, Hunter. You're a mess," you taunted breathlessly. His nostrils flared, a low growl of your name escaping him in response. "You can't tell me I'm wrong," you let out in an airy laugh. "You're a mess, but you're my mess. My desperate, sweet mess of a man."
"Fuck. Yeah, I'm your mess. Always yours." Hunter groaned, nearly trembling now. "Touch your breast again, mesh'la," he commanded through gritted teeth. "Take that wet, slick heat and spread it over your chest."
You didn't hesitate to do as he said, moving your fingers from your clit to pinch and tease your nipple again. You rubbed your wet hand across both of your tender breasts, letting the moisture seep into your sweaty skin.
"Just like that, cyare. Don't stop," Hunter urged. "I can tell you're close, I can taste it in the air. Keep going, let the pleasure take you."
You moaned his name, your mouth falling open as your orgasm washed over you. Keeping your gaze locked on his, you fell apart on your fingers, your release flooding into your hand as you cried out. At the same time, Hunter's hips seemed to stutter in their relentless grinding against the air, and his body tensed as he let out a loud groan. Your eyes dropped to the hard line of his still clothed cock, the undeniable wet mark of his own release spreading across the front of his shorts.
For a moment, you both simply stared at each other, flushed and panting. Then, before you realized what was happening, the sound of fabric ripping filled the air and Hunter was suddenly descending upon you. He caged your body in against the mattress, leaning down to pepper you with open mouthed kisses.
"That was so fucking hot," Hunter breathed out against your neck, letting his teeth scrape gently along the sensitive skin. You shivered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to keep him close.
"You ripped your bandana," you said. Though you couldn't bring yourself to really care too much at the loss, not after the simultaneous release you both just experienced.
Hunter chuckled, briefly sucking on the tender skin below your ear. "I'll be able to get another one, don't worry about that." He kissed along your jaw until his lips met yours in a slow, consuming kiss, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to leave teasing strokes against your own.
He broke the kiss after a moment, pulling away to sit back on his heels. He lifted one of his hands up to his chest, where the faint traces of your arousal still glistened on his skin. He dragged a finger through it and brough it to his mouth, closing his eyes and groaning at the taste of you.
"I need to actually taste you now, cyare," Hunter rasped, his eyes still closed as he let the flavor of your release spread through him. "Please."
His gaze fell on you again, sprawled out below him, your skin warm and flushed, and you couldn't help but smile. "You were such a good boy for me, how can I say no?"
Summary: As a Jedi Padawan fighting during the Clone Wars, you and your Master are used to teaming up with Clones. But none are as intriguing as Clone Force 99 and their leader, Sergeant Hunter. Sparks fly immediately and it's difficult to keep your focus. With the mission complete, perhaps the two of you will finally give in and indulge in your desires...
Pairing: Hunter x Jedi!fem!reader
Word count: 5.7k
Warnings: smut, 18+ MDNI, Dom!Hunter, use of pet names (sweetheart), shameless flirting, mentions of alcohol consumption, masculinity kink, voice kink, light choking, hand kink, body worship, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, orgasm delay, creampie
A/N: This is the result of me watching The Bad Batch while ovulating. This is (probably) not how the Force works but your honour I was horny.
Thank you to my dear @thefrogdalorian for the immense help and support! I love you so much!
Amazing divider by @saradika-graphics
At the end of the fic you'll find the links to some amazing Hunter fanarts I found here on Tumblr! These were such an inspiration when writing and I wanted to thank and credit the artists for creating such amazing pieces!
Masterlist - Read on Ao3 - Read Part 2 here!
Another day, another dangerous mission in the Outer Rim.
Nothing new for you and your Master who are used to leading these missions successfully. The only difference is that this time you'll be assisted by Experimental Unit Clone Force 99. It’s the first time you even heard about them, but your superiors assured you they’re best suited for this job. A highly-skilled squad of defective clones with desirable mutations? Sounds interesting.
Apparently, The Bad Batch, as they call themselves, despise rules and protocol and adopt unusual methods to get the job done… Much like you and your Master.
Their ship has just made a bumpy landing on the field, causing a fuss. You watch curiously as the squad descends the ramp. There are four of them, and they undoubtedly look badass in their black armour.
The first one – their leader, you assume – removes his helmet and... damn. Damn. He's hot, with a confident look in his deep brown eyes. He also has long, wavy, dark hair; a feature which has always been a weakness of yours. His face is half covered in a tattoo that resembles a skeleton. He's undoubtedly the most charming of the Batch, and also the most attractive clone you’ve ever come across.
“I’m Sergeant Hunter,” he rasps as he greets you and your Master. His voice is deep and husky, very different from those of all the other clones you’ve met so far.
After introducing himself, Hunter moves to quickly describe the peculiarities that make each of the members of the team unique. As you stand back to observe them, you can’t help thinking just how much fun they are. Wrecker (the strong one) is getting reluctantly lectured by Tech (the smart one) while Crosshair (the laconic and lethal sniper) stands there in silence. He reminds you of your Master so much.
As much as you enjoy observing the rest of the squad, you find your gaze returns to Hunter, the clone with enhanced senses. You are unable to tear your eyes away from him. You know you have to keep it together, but you can’t help eating him with your eyes. Your gaze lingers on his body, on the way his pauldrons make his shoulders even broader, how much the black colour of his armour suits him.
You have just begun fantasising about the way his strong body would look without the armour when you notice Hunter staring directly at you. Busted. You lock eyes for a few seconds and you just know that he understands the nature of the thoughts you’re having about him. Then, your pounding heart skips a beat when Hunter winks at you. It is a split-second gesture that is over so quickly amidst the chaos of the conversation, a little secret between the two of you. You smile flirtatiously at him in response.
The whole group begins heading towards their ship, The Marauder. While the rest of the Batch and your Master head up the ramp towards the ship that will take you to the rendezvous point, you and Hunter pause at the bottom.
“I’m afraid I haven’t caught your name, sweetheart?” Hunter asks, breaking the silence with his deep, raspy voice.
"I am a Jedi, not a sweetheart," you point out teasingly and look at him with crossed arms, trying to sound tough.
"A Padawan," he reminds you with a smirk on his face.
You watch curiously as Hunter takes your braid – the unmistakable sign of your rank as an apprentice – between his fingers. He gently rolls it between his gloved finger and thumb contemplatively as his brown eyes meet your gaze once again.
"I technically outrank you, Sergeant," you say, challenging him.
"You do, Commander," Hunter nods, but makes no effort to move his hand away from your braid, or to interrupt eye contact.
Hunter can tell that you don’t mind the gesture. As if to push the boundaries further, he moves his hand from your braid to gently place it on your cheek. The leather of his glove feels soft against your face. You are stunned that a seasoned soldier such as him can actually be so gentle in the way he touches you.
You can feel the tension coming from the two of you, a simmering fire somewhere deep within. It's only a matter of time before it boils over. You look at each other straight in the eyes, neither one of you daring to look away.
Just as you're about to tease him with yet another witty reply, you hear the sound of footsteps at the top of the ramp.
"Hey, Hunter, are you gonna come with us or what?!" Wrecker shouts, abruptly interrupting your shameless flirting.
"On my way," Hunter replies, without breaking eye contact with you.
His intense gaze lingers on you for a few more seconds before he looks at you apologetically and turns to head up to the ramp and onto the Marauder.
As soon as Hunter turns away from you, you realise just how hard your heart is thundering in your chest. His gaze was so intense that it made you forget to breathe properly. So much for the Jedi breathing techniques. It turns out if there is a handsome man with dark eyes flirting with you, they lose all effectiveness. You take a deep breath, filling your burning lungs with oxygen.
When you enter the ship, you are still trembling. As you take a seat next to your Master, you try to ignore his accusatory glare. You feel his eyes burning into your soul as the guilt threatens to overwhelm you, even though nothing too scandalous happened.
As the Marauder enters hyperspace, your Master takes a seat on the cold metallic floor in an isolated area of the ship. Meditating before battle is a ritual he always follows and you immediately join him. It can help you shift your focus back to where it should be – on the mission. Only, you can't focus.
Instead of your mind becoming one with the Force, you're highly attuned to the actions of the members of the squad. It is as though you can see them as if you were standing before them: Tech studying the holo-maps, Crosshair cleaning his sniper rifle, Wrecker taking a nap, and of course, Hunter. He is mindlessly playing with his vibroknife as he slouches on a crate.
You are entranced by the way his fingers move across the handle and the blade. Maker, the movement of his hand and fingers – you can't focus on anything else as he makes the knife masterfully swirl between them. There's something so erotic about the way he plays with it. Your mind wanders to think about his hands roaming on your body, slipping between your thighs, skillfully rubbing your clit. You fantasise about how quickly Hunter would make you come, how hard your orgasm would be as it tore through you, leaving you a trembling wreck.
Your focus then goes to his muscular thighs. Hunter’s legs are spread wide and he looks so effortlessly masculine. The aura of confidence he radiates as he comfortably sits there, taking up the entire crate as he lounges on top of it, gives you even more thoughts that are unbecoming of a Padawan. It makes you almost dizzy with want as you think about how much you want to straddle him and ride him into ecstasy.
“Are you done?” your Master’s cold voice interrupts your filthy train of thought with a brief and concise message through the Force.
He heard your thoughts. Each and every single one. Your Master caught you red-handed. How embarrassing.
You are too mortified to even mumble an apology, through the Force or otherwise. Instead, you sit there wishing you could be anywhere else in the galaxy as you feel the heat rise in your cheeks and pull your hood up to hide your flustered face in your cape.
Luckily, before the awkward moment can continue for any longer, Tech announces the imminent jump out of hyperspace. You still cannot bear to make eye contact with your Master, shrinking into your blessedly baggy cape as you begin the descent into the planet’s atmosphere...
The mission was a success – you and your Master worked your magic with the precious support of Clone Force 99. What seemed like a desperate operation, turned out to be an extremely important victory for the Republic. Training with your Master has been so hard, but damn did that pay off. You slayed all your enemies elegantly and effortlessly, just like he taught you. The whole Bad Batch congratulated you two. Wrecker was especially impressed, electing the two of you as his favourite Jedi. What an honour. Hunter also invited you and your Master to celebrate the victory by having a drink all together in a cantina.
Just as you’re about to enter the cantina and join the Bad Batch, your Master calls your name. You stop in your tracks, scared that he might reprimand you for the way you acted today. You begin panicking and thinking back to what happened in guilt…
When you and your Master had taken off your heavy capes before engaging in battle, you noticed Hunter couldn't keep his eyes off you. You were wearing a skin-tight dark suit, after all.
It was a fact you decided to exploit after Hunter had given his squad their orders for the mission. You walked away swaying your hips, making sure you gave him a great opportunity to look at your ass. You remember how you could feel his eyes glued to it. You could also feel his desire for you. It was impossible for him to hide; it permeated him, radiated from him. Maker, you love making him crumble.
You think back to the way Crosshair rasped, "Hunter, don't lose your focus.” You are certain that is what your Master is about to scold you for.
Instead, you watch in shock as a half smile appears on your Master’s face, something you don't see very often.
“You did good today. I’m proud of you,” he nods.
Since when does your Master pay you compliments like this?
“Th-Thank you,” you stammer, caught off-guard by how unexpected his praise is.
“You fulfilled your duties as a Jedi. Now, go and have your fun.”
You don’t have time to respond before he turns on his heel and walks away, cape billowing in the breeze. You know your Master doesn’t often like to stick around after missions, often needing some quiet time to himself to decompress and meditate. You let him go, knowing that he will find his way back to the Marauder before it departs, as he always does.
As you step into the Cantina, a smile spreads on your face when you notice the Bad Batch sitting at a table with a full flagon of booze and an empty seat for you to toast your success. You and Hunter lock eyes again as he invites you to sit in that spot close to him.
Hunter loses no time in placing his arm around your shoulders while smiling at you. You lean into his embrace, feeling comforted and protected. The warm presence of his arm around you makes you smile contentedly. It feels so good to let the guard down for once, especially if you're in the arms of a handsome, strong and charming man such as Hunter.
As the night goes on, the three other members of The Bad Batch keep conversing with each other, giving you and Hunter the opportunity to speak privately. It’s as though the background noise fades out. You don't even bother focusing on the discourse the others are having. It’s just you and Hunter flirting shamelessly now.
“You know, I've never seen a ship like yours. I wish I had time to properly explore it... Thoroughly," you flirt with him while draining the last few dregs in your flagon.
"Want me to give you a tour, sweetheart?" he says with a smile on his face, perfectly understanding your intentions.
"Would be cool, yeah," you reply.
Hunter offers you his hand and you gladly accept it with a mischievous smile.
Just as you stand, you feel the alcohol has definitely kicked in. You’re not drunk though, just a little bit tipsy, enough to make you brave and go get exactly what you want.
As soon as you and Hunter get out of the cantina and find yourselves alone in the dark alley, you both give into the instincts you tried to suppress all day long. Hunter pins you to the wall as you pull him closer at the same time, until you join in a passionate, longing kiss.
You welcome his tongue in your mouth as his hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him. His touch and the way he kisses you are so confident that you clench around nothing, holding him tighter as you moan in his mouth. Maker, you want him. His whole body jolts when he feels that, pinning you harder against the wall, mentally cursing the armour that is preventing him from feeling the softness of your body against his.
He stops kissing you just so he can look at how stunning you are under the moonlight, hot and flustered after that first, heavy session of making out.
"Look at you. So beautiful," he whispers as he cups your face with his hand, the other one still lingering around your waist. Hunter is treating you like the most precious thing in the galaxy now that he can finally have you all for himself. You lean into his gentle touch as he takes in all the features of your face, especially the way your eyes glimmer with admiration and arousal for him.
You look at his deep, dark and expressive brown eyes and the strong, masculine features of his face that make you throb with need. Your hand caresses his cheek, following the lines of his skeleton tattoo and the contour of his chiseled jaw. He observes you as a sweet smile appears on your face, making you look irresistible and drawing his lips closer to yours once again…
"Hey! Where's Hunter?!" you hear Wrecker shout from inside of the tavern, just as your lips are mere inches apart.
You and Hunter both laugh as you resume the kissing. It's like the whole galaxy stops existing. For a soldier who has seen nothing but war, his kisses are to die for. Your tongues twirl in each other's mouths and it's like his greedy lips can't ever get enough of yours. His mouth is hot like a damn furnace as he takes all the time in the galaxy to worship you with his lips, letting his hands wander throughout your body. You're getting soaked already, feeling your arousal slowly dripping down your legs as a throbbing need pulsates between your thighs. You moan in his mouth as you dig your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. The kiss is getting deeper and more passionate as you go on.
Hunter's lips start to trail down to your neck, making you sigh deeply as he covers it in kisses. Your scent drives him wild. He can smell your pheromones, feeling you're unmistakably full of desire. He can't resist and just gives a swift lick from the base of your neck to your ear that makes you sharply stifle a gasp, arching your back and tightening your grip on his hair.
"Let's go to the Marauder, shall we?" he rasps in your ear, a voice full of lust that gives you goosebumps.
"Y-yes…" you stutter, feeling light-headed with arousal and being incapable of hiding it.
He offers you his hand as you enter the ship. The two of you cut a clumsy path through the Marauder towards Hunter’s bunk, frequently taking breaks where Hunter desperately pushes you against the cool steel walls of the ship, your arms clinging tight to his shoulders and his face buried in your neck.
"Maker... Take off your armour," you plead as his teeth dig into your delicate skin like a feral beast would do with his prey.
He does, letting each piece fall to the ground as you go on kissing each other, leaving a trail of armour pieces on the floor as you slowly make your way towards his bunk. He looks stunning with just his tight black suit on. You take in the broadness of his shoulders, the way his pectorals stand out, highlighted by the tightness of the suit and grope the strong muscles of his biceps. Oh, fuck. How much do you love a man. Tall, muscular, strong, confident, with dark eyes and a head full of long, wavy hair. A Man.
You moan in his mouth when you feel his thick biceps flexing under your touch. A smile forms on his lips as he feels how much you like this. As his arms wrap around your body, yours go in his hair. Maker, how safe do you feel in his arms. It's such an innate instinct – wanting to be held in the arms of a strong man, surrendering and trusting him, something that usually you would never be permitted to do in your life as a Jedi.
You can feel his erection against your lower belly, straining against his extremely thin black suit. His fingers hook in the hem of your pants, yanking them down over your ass, exposing your drenched cunt as he sits you down in his bunk.
He kneels before you, taking your boots and pants off and spreads your legs, his dark eyes looking into yours as a smirk appears on his face.
"Hunter–" you sigh.
"Wanna get you nice and ready for me, sweetheart," he coos as he starts to kiss your inner thigh.
The vision makes you tremble with lust and your hands helplessly clench into fists in a desperate attempt to grab the material under you to keep you steady. Your legs shake but he keeps them steady in his strong arms. He goes on trailing kisses on your inner thighs without ever stopping looking at you. He's taking his time with it, wanting to enjoy the way your whole body is throbbing with need. Your breathing gets more and more shallow as his mouth gets closer to where you want him the most.
You lift your gaze from Hunter’s dark brown eyes, shutting your eyes for a mere fraction of a second, trying to alleviate the aching need you feel. Hunter chooses that moment to finally give you what you need. With a quick lick to your clit, your whole body jerks into his touch and a whimper escapes from your lips.
Hunter smirks up at you, the corner of his mouth lifting upwards in a smug, satisfied look. Then, he proceeds to bury his face between your legs and masterfully lick your swollen clit. His tongue brings you so much pleasure that your back arches involuntarily, pushing yourself further into his mouth. You moan his name and grab a handful of his long, thick hair. He purrs in your cunt when you entangle your fingers in his hair and you notice how his grip on your legs becomes tighter.
"Oh... Oh fuck!" you exclaim in ecstasy, barely able to form words.
One of his hands releases its grasp on your legs, which he has been using to keep you spread open for him. You throw your head back gasping as he slowly slides two of his thick fingers inside you.
"So tight," he growls with a smirk on his face.
Hunter pumps his fingers inside of you, slowly increasing the rhythm, ensuring that you’re stretched out for him. It is a motion that brings you so much pleasure you wonder how it could possibly get better. Your whole body jerks in pure bliss under his touch. He enjoys looking at you like this, you can see it from how darkened his eyes are with lust.
For a brief second, his fingers and mouth leave your cunt, leaving you devastatingly empty. You watch in awe as Hunter sticks them in his mouth, without breaking eye contact with you. He sucks on his fingers, humming while closing his eyes to savor your taste from places where his tongue can’t reach.
"You taste so good, sweetheart," he rasps as he resumes fucking you with his fingers.
He watches you contort under him, moaning and begging for him to return his skillful mouth between your thighs. Your hips thrust up and down right in front of his face. You are shamelessly fucking yourself on his fingers, inviting him to bury his face back in your folds. You desperately bury your hands in his hair in an attempt to pull him closer.
"Damn, you're so beautiful like this," he says before his mouth goes back exactly where you wanted.
Then, Hunter does something absolutely devastating. While he continues licking your clit, he starts sucking it gently, all as he continues pumping his thick fingers inside of you. Hunter wants to draw an orgasm from you, his actions becoming more and more frantic as you grow closer to your climax. He can feel by the irregular way you breathe and shake that you're close.
"Yes. Yes. Like this. Let go, sweetheart," he encourages you.
It's only a matter of seconds before you come, writhing under him. Your legs are wrapped around his head, squishing it. You scream his name so loud it echoes in the Marauder. Hunter is pleased as he looks at your blissed-out expression and feels your cunt clamping around his fingers. Your back arches as you ride your orgasm, pushing yourself further into his tongue so you can feel him licking you through your orgasm. Hunter purrs into your cunt, loving the way you let go around him. He loves how his face is getting soaked in your arousal, so addicted to the way you taste.
Hunter holds you steady as your orgasm fades out. When you regain your senses, you slowly release your grip on his hair. Only then he props himself up and slowly unzips his suit, showing you the beautiful golden skin underneath. A warm contrast under the black, tight layer.
The dark hairs on his chest are perfectly trimmed, accentuating each of his toned muscles and the tattoos which decorate his thick, masculine body. Your gaze is locked on his hand trailing down his abdomen, his muscles rippling as he approaches the hem of his pants.
You shamelessly look at the bulge in his dark suit, a sight that makes your mouth water. Hunter’s lips curve into a smirk once again, noticing that you like what you see. The smug look on his face makes you throb with need once again, despite the fact that he just gave you an intense orgasm.
He hooks his thumb in the hem of his pants, watching intently for your reaction as he slowly pulls the material down to reveal the trimmed, dark hairs around the base of his thick cock.
Hunter notices the intense way you look at it and hears the whimper you just tried to suppress in your throat. He can feel your heart rate going up. It makes him smirk confidently as he goes on, finally freeing his hard, thick cock. You gulp while looking at it, as he uses the same fingers he had buried in you to cover it in your arousal. He gives it a few, firm strokes to ensure it’s nice and wet for you. The mere vision of it makes you bite your lip to muffle another impatient whimper.
Then he is on you, peeling your shirt away from your quivering body, rejoicing when he can finally touch it and worship it with his mouth. Hunter trails kisses across your collarbones and down towards your breasts. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive flesh there, before softly biting your nipples. You gasp when you feel his erection hard against your cunt. He starts to thrust his hips against yours so his cock can rub against your drenched core, getting it soaked in your juices. Your mind turns completely blank at that, heart thundering in your chest as his hands roam across your body.
Hunter aligns himself to your entrance, groaning as his cock slowly makes its way inside of you. You admire his restraint. You know how much he probably wants to take you with one thrust, but instead he is being so gentle and careful with you, making sure that you are well-adjusted to his size.
He takes your jaw in his hand, looking deep inside your eyes as his thick cock stretches you open. You struggle to keep eye contact with him, unlike earlier when you were flirting with him. Now, your eyes only want to roll backwards. The pleasure you feel as he splits you open is overwhelming your body and senses.
You pathetically try to mumble some incoherencies, but he's quick to shut you up with a kiss. Hunter growls low in his throat when he feels your walls desperately clenching around him, as he buries himself into you to the hilt.
"Fuck, sweetheart, you feel so good," he rasps, almost desperately before giving you another wet kiss. Then, he raises his hips only to bury his cock deep inside you, making you moan into his mouth.
"How – how can you feel so fucking good?" he whimpers.
Hunter’s large hands gently cup your face, as he continues placing passionate kisses against your lips while thrusting into you. You notice his kisses become more desperate as he slowly increases the rhythm. As Hunter picks up the pace, he buries his face in your neck, panting low in your ear.
You are certain that he can’t go any faster, before he proves you wrong. He increases the pace to a brutal rhythm, fucking you so hard you start screaming.
"So loud,” he rasps, “They're gonna hear us in the Cantina."
"Then make me shut up," you whisper daringly.
A blaze of lust glimmers in his eyes as you lay down that challenge. Something shifts inside of him as he gives you a feral, animalistic look. Hunter quickly covers your mouth with his hand, showing you his more dominant, commanding side which makes you clamp tightly around his cock.
"Oh, you like this," he smirks, satisfied that this is precisely what you wanted all along.
You nod frantically. There is no use hiding how much this turns you on. Despite how much Hunter shows care towards you, you suspect there is something darker which lingers below the surface. You want to draw it out of him.
"What else do you like, hm?" he coos as he wraps his other hand around your throat, lightly choking you, his thumb rubbing your throat possessively.
The sight of you, looking so vulnerable under him as he can finally dominate you makes him frantic with lust. Gone are the measured thrusts and even rhythm of before. Something feral has overtaken Hunter, a desperate need to claim you. He continues silencing your moans with one hand around your throat and one across your mouth, muffling your gasps as he wrecks you with his cock.
Having Hunter's hand muffling your own moans gives you the opportunity to hear his desperate grunts and pants as they mix with the obscene, squelching sound his cock makes each time he thrusts into you. You close your eyes in bliss, enjoying this moment of pure pleasure.
"Can't keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart? Look at me with those pretty fucking eyes," he growls.
You can't help but whimper at that, at how authoritative he sounds. The Sergeant of The Bad Batch is dominating the fuck out of you. You are a moaning, gasping mess beneath him, unable to think about anything other than how good being furiously pounded by him feels.
"I didn't catch that,” Hunter rasps as he slowly lifts his hand from your mouth. He leans down to put his ear against your mouth “What were you saying, sweetheart?"
"L-let me – fuck!” you gasp, too blissed out to form words.
“Use your words,” Hunter commands, slowing his thrusts down so you can finally speak.
“Let me touch you!" you beg, unable to care about how desperate and pathetic you sound. All you can think about is roaming your hands around the warm, firm expanse of his body.
Hunter smirks, intrigued by your request, only too happy to oblige you. He grabs your hand roughly by the wrist and positions it over his abdomen. You can feel his muscles flexing and contracting under your touch as he thrusts into you. His body is as hard as iron and on fire like a damn furnace, burning with lust.
"Maker…" you whisper.
You let your hand trail up to his firm chest. You grope his pectorals, appreciating the firmness of his muscles. Your cunt clenches around his cock at the sight of your hand against his golden skin. A smirk appears on his face, enjoying what he does to you.
Your hand goes up to his broad shoulder, rubbing over it before you move your hand towards his back. You feel how his muscles strain there with each thrust as he continues pounding into you at a relentless pace. Both of your hands are now caressing his back, feeling every single dimple under your fingertips. Just as you try pulling him close, he starts to give it to you even harder. You scratch your fingernails along his back. You watch in awe as Hunter moans in your mouth at that.
"Could–could fucking smell how much you wanted me earlier. You distracted me the whole time. Couldn't think of anything else besides how good you'd look with my cock inside of you,” he rasps in your neck before biting you, growling wildly as he does. “I was so fucking hard for you, sweetheart," Hunter grunts.
He's so feral for you, fucking you so hard. You can't even mumble a response.
"Smell so good – so fucking good–" he whispers in your ear.
"D-don't s–stop," you mumble in your cockdrunk delirium.
"I can't, sweetheart. This cunt's all I ever wanted,” he growls, “Gonna make you mine. Mine."
"Oh, fuck… Yes," you pant as he props himself up, kneeling in front of you without stopping that devastating rhythm for even half a second.
He looks at your body, at the way your boobs bounce with each thrust as he gives it go you even harder, holding on tight to your legs, using them as leverage to bury himself even deeper inside of you. Seeing him like this makes you remember just how badly you wanted to ride his cock earlier.
"Hunter. Hunter. I want to ride you," you whimper.
"Is that an order, Commander?"
"Y–yes. Yes. Order. S–s-sergeant," you mindlessly go on as he keeps thrusting his cock inside of you.
The thought of you bouncing on his cock makes him throb. In an instant, Hunter lifts you in his arms as if you were weightless and makes you straddle him. He sits with his back against the wall of the bunk. His hands are on your waist and you immediately start rocking your hips up and down, giving into your fantasy from earlier.
"Such a good soldier… So good at following orders," you whisper against his lips.
"Yeah… Sometimes," he smirks before gripping your hair and stealing another wet, hot kiss that makes you melt into him even further.
Your head rolls back in pleasure at the way his cock feels from this position. It's devastating, hitting something deep within you. You almost lose yourself in that feeling, but Hunter won’t allow you to. Even though you are on top of him, Hunter is quick to remind you who’s in charge as he takes your jaw in his hand.
"Eyes on me," he orders firmly.
"Yes, Sergeant," you moan.
You swear you feel him throbbing and choke a grunt when he hears the sensual way you pronounce his title. Clearly, using his rank in this context has done something to Hunter. He moves his thumb between your lips and you suck it provocatively, never stopping yourself from meeting his gaze. Hunter’s pupils widen at the sinful way your lips envelop his finger and your tongue gently touches it. His eyes take into your sensual, precious beauty, before bringing you to him and kissing you again.
Your bodies are damp in sweat and rubbing against one another. Your nipples deliciously catch against his hairy, broad chest. You continue moaning into each other's mouths; your tongues never stop touching.
"Hunter, I'm gonna come–" you whimper.
"Hold it for me, sweetheart," he rasps in a sweet, yet dark voice, having the opposite effect from what he intended.
"Please, I want to come on your cock," you plead desperately.
"Not yet," he smirks.
Hunter grabs your hips and guides your movements so that your clit starts to rub against his pelvis. You let out a loud moan as you hold on to him tighter, digging your nails in his shoulders.
"I can't hold it!" you scream with your eyes shut.
He grabs your chin in his hand, clearly uninterested in your desperate appeals.
"Look at me," he says firmly as you open your eyes. Your vision is too blurry to focus on him but you try nonetheless.
"Now come for me, sweetheart," he rasps darkly.
You obey his order and come hard around his cock. An overwhelming, intense wave of pleasure starts at your core and completely takes over your body. You’re wrecked by uncontrollable shakes as Hunter holds you in his strong arms. You scream and pant as you ride your high. Your eyes roll backwards while Hunter focuses on how beautiful you look when you lose control. Especially when he is the one responsible for it.
Hunter feels your heart running in your chest and every single contraction of your muscles around his cock. The unmistakable, heady scent of sex that fills the Marauder drives him insane, making him burst inside of you. He grunts loudly as he fills you up with his load, holding you tight in his grasp.
You moan in each other's mouths, your forehead leaning on his as you look into each other’s eyes. You never leave each other’s gaze as you both give into the highest of pleasure.
As you come down from your high, your rhythm slows down until it stops completely. Your bodies are intertwined like vines, naked and sweaty as you catch breath in each other’s embrace.
You really do make a great team, after all.
Fanarts:
Hunter's back + Shirtless Hunter by @mesvi
Hello handsome by @corukant
Wet Hunter by @iszapizza
Hunter under the shower by @shakall
Hunter and his vibroknife by @ve-ti-ver
Hunter under the shower by @cloned-eyes
Hunter taking off his shirt + Tech by @constant-brain-fog
Hunter taking a shower by kaijurave (on twitter/x)
This was requested by @kombatkid and it's a bit of a departure from my usual writing style since we jump right into it.
Word Count: 363
Warnings: NSFW, minors DNI, Hunter and reader both have a voice kink for each other, unprotected PiV, little bit of praise and oral (reader receiving)
A/N: established relationship. Sorry I don't have the spoons to proofread this, but I hope it's okay.
Your head rolled back as Hunter pressed his tongue to your clit before tracing circles over it. You let out a silky moan that left him even harder. One arm held you firmly in place while he lapped you up and filled his senses with nothing but you. He paused, gazing up at you and smirking with a low hum. You wanted to scoff at his smug face, but couldn't help but smile softly with a "more." He could feel the vibrations of your tone dancing along his ear and he obeyed, nuzzling your clit with his nose before gently sucking some more. He had teased you long enough and nearly came at the delicious gasp that left your lips as his fingers slipped inside you. In no time you were moaning his name while he sent you over the edge, still holding your cunt to his mouth until you started to come down from your high.
You reached down and he crawled up the bed. The murmur stuck in your throat while he kissed your lips left his cock twitching.
"You need to be taken care of?" you asked with soft playfulness.
"Mm hmm."
You couldn't hide the sharp intake of breath you felt as he entered you with a beautiful moan of his own. He didn't waste any time. Your head fell back and all you knew was his body, his scent, his voice. He closed his eyes, blocking out one sense so that he could better appreciate the others. Every little noise that left your lips. Every noise your pussy made while he fucked you. The smell of your shampoo mingled with light sweat. The taste of you still on his lips.
He kissed your earlobe and whispered, "I want you to come again. Can you do that for me?"
"Hunter..."
"I know you can." He kissed your cheek and adjusted the angle of his hips, diving deeper inside you. It was all you needed to soar again.
"So good for me," he said, his eyes now open and watching you come.
"Hunter," you gasped.
He kissed you firmly, lovingly, as he filled you, completely and perfectly overwhelmed by you.
Word Count: 404
Content: sunburn, bacta, Hunter being a sad wet cat, sibling mockery
It was getting close to sunset as you put the finishing touches on the meal you’d been preparing for Omega and the boys. They’d be back from their “family beach day” soon.
You checked the roast in the oven, deciding it needed just a little more time, then you go to the cupboard to get dishes out to set the table.
You’d just finished placing the plates on the table when the door opened. You smiled.
“Hey honey,” you called as you started over to greet your love.
“Mesh’la,” his smoky voice answered, though you noticed a little strain.
“Everything okay?” you asked, but as you turned the corner towards the doorway, your question was answered for you.
He looked miserable, stiff, and from head to toe his usual sunkissed, golden skin was notably darker, and a little red. “I need bacta,” he groaned.
You stifled a chuckle. “Oh, sweetheart. Did you fall asleep out there again?”
He looked at you with those tooka eyes he broke out any time he was sick then nodded a little as he started to shuffle towards you.
The timer on the oven started beeping again. You gave him a pitying smile. “Get the bacta from the cabinet,” you instructed softly. “I’ll be right there.”
He grunted out a soft noise of agreement and you went back to the kitchen.
You could hear him digging around in the cabinet, grumbling mixes of basic and mando’a curses as you pulled dinner from the oven and set it to rest.
By the time you’d finished, he’d made it to the bedroom, his sandy clothes dropped near the laundry basket, and a jar of bacta gel was sitting next to where he collapsed–naked–onto the comforter.
“How you doing, honey?” you chuckled, noting the obvious tan lines at his hips and knees and the comparably lighter space between where his shorts had protected him from the sun.
“I feel like shit,” he said, the bedding beneath his face muffling his words.
You hummed in agreement, gently touching his arm to assess the damage. “Are you sure you want bacta right now? You’re gonna need quite a bit and you know it makes you sleepy.”
“Yes” he nearly whimpered.
“The boys aren’t going to go easy on you,” you warned, smirking.
Hunter groaned. “They’ve been mocking me all afternoon,” he whined. “Please, mesh’la?”
“Alright, alright,” you laughed, picking up the bacta. “Hold still.”
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Summary: A game of truth or dare reveals your deepest desires that Hunter and Rex are happy to indulge in.
Word count: 3.9k
Warnings: SMUT, 18+ minors DNI, mfm threesome (no clonecest!!), rex and hunter being gentlemen, ALOT of dirty talk, piv, oral, fingering, LOTS of praise, squirting, just absolutely wonderful filth <3
A/N: being praised and filled by both of them at the same time would absolutely kill me...this fic is self-indulgent...please enjoy
not my gifs, sorry I cannot find the original creators :(
Your job was boring, but it was steady work. It kept you busy on a very isolated planet, but as the months went by, the duties became mundane and the hours grew longer. Regardless, working for the Kaminoans as a management assistant did, in fact, have its perks. The best one? Spending time with your favorite guys, the Bad Batch and Rex. They had come to be your closest friends, who made your endless days at work tolerable.
You’d befriended a lot of clones on a casual level, many from the 501st. Often you’d catch a hint of flirting from them in daily conversation or lingering glances at your body as you’d pass them in the halls. It makes sense, you thought, of course, they’re all likely to have similar tastes in women. Your bosses didn't particularly like that you were so friendly with them, but never directly ordered you not to socialize with them, so you took advantage of the interactions in order to keep yourself sane on a daily basis.
Regardless, you found yourself around Hunter and Rex most frequently. Whether it be because your specific duties put you with them or just because they went out of your way to be near you, you happily welcomed it.
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of the boys being gone on countless missions and assignments, they’d returned to Kamino. You joined them for a relaxing evening in their shared common room for your usual game night. Crosshair, Wrecker, Echo, and Tech had gone to bed in their separate rooms for the night, leaving you alone to play a very interesting game with Rex and Hunter. You had to admit that you were happy the night ended with just the three of you. The soft spot you had for them begged for their individual attention.
The game was truth or dare, which is usually a very dangerous game. But tonight, it proved to be mild and mostly innocent. The questions and dares were pre-written on cards. The rules said you had to randomly select a card to ask or dare the other players. You were happy to do anything if it meant hanging out with them.
Rex’s fingers landed on a card that presented the next question in your game. It was your turn, which is why Rex’s face subtly lit up when he read the question.
“What’s your wildest fantasy?”
Maker.
Why did THAT have to be the question for your turn? All the other questions had been innocent or funny. Just your luck.
“Like sexually?” You were taken aback. Perhaps you misinterpreted the question.
“Obviously” Rex scoffed with a chuckle, “I mean, unless that makes you uncomfortable”, he clarified, his eyes growing wide. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel uncomfortable in any way.
“I…don’t have one” You lied, knowing damn good and well your wildest fantasies were sitting right in front of you.
“I don’t believe that” Rex laughs, fiddling the card around in his fingers. Hunter stared at you with intent. He was reading you. Thank the stars he was only perceptive, and couldn’t read minds. If he could, you’d be caught in a second.
“It’s true!” You insisted.
“She’s lying” Hunter crossed his arms with a smirk on his adorable face.
“Fine, why don’t you guys share your wildest fantasies?” You rebutted with a playful tone.
They both shared a hesitant glance.
“No, that’s not how this works sweetheart” Hunter shook his head as Rex tossed the card to you.
“Give us a hint at least” Hunter persisted.
“Fine. Men” You said. That was vague enough, right?
“Men…like more than one?” Rex smirked, raising an eyebrow to you.
Oh, stars. Maybe you did give away too much.
“No…like…y’know just men” you stumbled over your words, “I like men”
“Hm” Rex looked at you as if he was still trying to figure it out.
“She got nervous when you said that” Hunter turned to Rex, before mischievous looks appeared on their faces.
“Okay, I see. So a threesome?” Rex assumed.
“I guess” You shyly confirmed. It was true, just not the whole truth. You omitted the detail regarding who you wanted a threesome with.
“I think there’s more to it” Hunter suggested.
“What do you mean?” You cut your gaze at him, wondering where he was going with this.
“Your fantasy gets a little more specific, doesn’t it?” Hunter sat up in his chair, his voice growing rough and quiet.
“Rex, I think she wants a threesome…with us” Hunter said, his eyes now full of lust and arousal. Gods, he was right. You weren’t sure how he knew, or if it was just a lucky guess, but you weren’t able to hide the look on your face when he said it.
“Interesting” Rex leaned back, bringing his hand to rub his chin in consideration. He was secretly excited and certainly on board with the idea.
“Okay fine!” You shouted at a whisper, your cheeks glowing a rosy shade of red, “Yes, I do. Happy?”. Covering your face, you feared how they’d react.
Hunter erupted in an adorable laugh that quickly faded as they both turned their attention to you without another word spoken. As you looked up, their hungry gazes scanned you.
"Alright, Hunter, your turn" You interjected the silence, seemingly changing the subject, but neither of them pressed any further. Hunter and Rex were too considerate to keep that conversation going if they thought you didn’t want to discuss it anymore. That didn’t mean they weren’t obsessing over the thought, which made it hard to keep the bulge in their pants from growing as they imagined it. They knew the thought of fucking you wouldn’t leave their minds. Not even if they stroked themselves later pretending it was you. Nothing was going to cure this craving, but their imaginations would have to be enough.
"Dare" He stated quickly. Hunter thought maybe this dare could lead you all back to another topic to tighten the sexual tension in the room.
You enthusiastically leaned forward to pull the next card from the "dare" deck. No words could've described the convenient timing of the card you pulled.
"Do whatever the person holding the card says to do" You smirked seductively as the words left your lips, "You know what, I think I'll bend the rules here a little bit. This one applies to both of you"
"Hit us with it, sweetheart" Rex eagerly accepted.
The arousal forming within you at even the thought of what you were about to suggest greatly excited you, fueling your confidence to boldly say it.
"I dare you…to fuck me"
It was obvious that Hunter suddenly became flustered, shifting in his seat, feeling himself becoming worked up hearing you say something so dirty. Rex swallowed hard and sat up straight, also seemingly feeling the sexual frustration within him begin to ache.
“So?” You threw up your hands, impatient from the silence and eager to possibly live out your fantasy after all. Rex's precious expression of excitement couldn't be hidden by the stoic front he tried to present as he looked to Hunter. Their wordless agreeance with one another translated to you instantly.
"Is that really what you want?" Rex questioned, needing your reassurance before going any further.
“More than anything” You purred.
“Come on, then” Hunter gestured with his head to the hallway where his room was located.
Adrenaline pumped vigorously through your veins, eliminating any pesky feeling of nervousness or timid behavior. It was all happening so fast, but felt so invigorating as you imagined the heaven you were about to experience in his room alone with both of them.
They both stood to their feet first before Rex walked to you, holding out his hand for you to help yourself up.
What a gentleman, you thought.
The walk down the hallway was intimidating, knowing the other boys were fast asleep behind each of their doors. Thankfully for you all, the walls were thick, and hopefully soundproof. As you found yourself in Hunter's room, you admired how spacious it was, and wondered how he was lucky enough to have such a large bed, plenty big enough for you three to indulge yourselves.
"On the bed, princess" Hunter commanded while he and Rex worked to remove their outer layer of armor, leaving themselves only in their black under-layers as you laid back comfortably, anxiously awaiting the feeling of their wandering hands on your body.
It was as if they rehearsed it, with the way they towered over you together, Rex pulled away at your top, while Hunter worked to remove your pants. Within seconds your bare skin was exposed to the chilled air of the room, sending goosebumps across your body.
"Oh, Y/N, you are so beautiful" Rex praised sweetly as they stood back to get a better view of your bare body on display for them. They couldn't believe this was happening, and truly they felt like the luckiest men in the galaxy knowing they were about to have you moaning and melting beneath them.
"Fuck, look at her. So perfect" Hunter whispered, his jaw tightening.
"Rex, come here" You instructed, holding your hand out for him to grab, pulling him gently to the bed. He wanted you so bad he couldn't stand it, which is all the more reason for him to be a little nervous, and you could tell. As he hovered above you, your fingers found the bottom hem of his shirt and pulled it above his head. The chiseled, slightly scarred body in front of you was a dream to look at, and you admired every inch of it.
Hunter, showing more confidence than Rex in this situation, had removed his shirt, too, and sat next to you on the edge of the bed while Rex found his confidence in attacking your lips, wrapping you into a passionate kiss. The electrifying feeling of his touch with the sudden caress of Hunter's fingers traveling slowly up your thigh was already so deliciously overwhelming.
Rex's lips moved down to your neck, allowing Hunter to sweep in to place his eager lips upon yours. His hand rested hesitantly in the crease of your thigh, unsure if you were ready or not. Arousal was already pooled in between your legs.
"Touch me...Maker, do whatever you want to me...both of you" You begged breathlessly, needing them to handle you in every way they ever dreamed about.
"Well, you heard her, Hunter" Rex smiled, teasing intermittently between the sweet pecks upon your neck.
With your back now pressed firmly into the mattress, they began overtaking your body as you'd asked. Rex peppered more kisses slowly down to your breasts before taking your sensitive nipple into his mouth sucking gently, earning a light whimper from your lips. Hunter held his face close to you, barely leaving any space at all between your lips and his, watching your expression as his fingers found their way to your already wet entrance.
"Kriff...Rex, she's soaked already" He teased, looking down at the desperate look on your face.
"Good girl" Rex praised how turned on you were, his hands wandering every square inch of your body.
"Very good girl" Hunter reiterated. He wanted to watch you when he finally touched you where you needed him. Fingers trailed up your slit, finally finding rhythm on the bud of your clit. Your body twitched subtly at the contact with the release of a soft moan that was music to their ears.
"We've barely gotten started with you, sweetheart, are you sure you can handle this?" Hunter playfully asked, applying more pressure to his motions.
Nodding with a smile, you pulled at Rex's pants, not able to form the words you needed right now. You had to be dreaming, you thought, this was everything you'd ever wanted.
"Oh, you want this?" Rex teased as he pulled his aching cock from the restraint of his pants. With an affirmative nod, you moaned so desperately at the sight.
"Turn over" Hunter instructed. You did as he asked, and positioned yourself on your hands and knees. Rex, also on his knees, lined the tip of his length up to your open mouth, while Hunter moved behind you, trailing his hand up the back of your thighs before sliding two fingers into your pussy.
You whimpered at the feeling at the same moment that Rex's cock filled your mouth completely. The sweet sound of his expressive pleasure filled the air with your own. Hearing Rex enjoying the sensation of your mouth sent a flash of heat through your veins. His hands rested gently on your head while you began to suck him off.
Fingers pumped in and out of you with perfect rhythm as Hunter curled his digits with every motion. The angle at that he fucked you with his fingers added even more of an overwhelming feeling as he brushed your g-spot so effortlessly. Your moans were muffled from your occupied mouth, but Hunter still heard how good he made you feel.
"Yeah, you like that, princess?" He growled, leaning down to whisper into your ear, "just wait until you feel my cock inside you"
You swirled your tongue around Rex's cock with the bobbing of your head. It was a struggle to focus on your motions when Hunter was working so fervently to bring you to your climax. They both deserved your full attention, and you were going to give it to them.
"She feels amazing, Sergeant, ah- fuck, so good" Rex stumbled on his words as he focused on his pleasure.
"Oh yeah? I think I'll have to feel her for myself" Hunter chuckled softly and sadistically, so eager to be inside you he could hardly stand it anymore.
"I can feel you tighten around my fingers, sweetheart, go on. Come for me"
The tightening coil in your lower belly was begging to burst open, and with just two more glides of his hand, it washed over you so suddenly. You moaned loudly, pulling off of Rex’s cock to properly breathe as your body was overtaken by euphoria.
“There you go, Y/N” Hunter encouraged you, keeping his pace as you clenched around him.
“Just like that, baby, you sound so pretty when you come” Rex praised you, running his hand through your hair while he stroked himself next to your face, allowing you to enjoy your orgasm without worrying about him for a moment.
Their approving moans graced your ear while the tingling pleasure fizzled slowly. They were completely enamored with you, watching your every single move and reaction to the effect of their touch.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, sweetheart, okay?” Hunter warned you now, and even the words made you clench around the emptiness left from where he removed his fingers.
“Please, yes. I need your cock” You begged with a tiny whimper, your hips instinctively backing up against Hunter.
“Such a filthy mouth, I think you need it filled again” Hunter chuckled, grabbing a handful of your ass.
Rex nodded to him with a precious smirk, pressing the tip of his length against your swollen lips again. The sudden sensation of Hunter's cock pressed against your cunt earned an eager moan from your throat, sending vibrations over Rex as you continued to suck him off.
The fullness overwhelmed your senses as Hunter fully sunk himself into your wetness. He choked on a strangled moan, finally able to feel what he'd dreamed of for so long as he bottomed out. Rex and Hunter found sync and rhythm together as they thrust in and out of you from their opposite ends. It was more intoxicating to you than you'd ever felt in bed before. Nothing compared to being absolutely worshipped by these men who wanted nothing more than to focus on your own pleasure.
You melted at the sounds they made, so sweet and arousing, as they found satisfaction in what you provided to them. You'd hoped that what you assumed before was true about the sounds not escaping the walls around you, because if the adjoining rooms had any clue of what was happening in this room, your relentless cries would've been the dead giveaway.
You loved looking up at Rex with his cock in your mouth, but you wanted to see Hunter while he fucked you, too. As you pulled away from sucking Rex, Hunter took note of how you tried to watch behind you.
"You want to watch, sweetheart?" Hunter purred. Hearing him speaking softly in such a naughty context sent chills down your spine.
"Yes, I want to watch, please” You pleaded, moaning through your words before returning to lick all of Rex's length.
"I think its Rex's turn to feel this sweet cunt of yours, yeah?"
The motions of Rex's thrusts into your mouth faltered only at the sound of his suggestion. He wanted to feel your pussy, but was so patient to wait his turn.
"She's ready for you, Rex” Hunter groaned as he removed himself from you and Rex did the same. You were empty...so painfully empty. You wanted...no...you needed to be filled again.
They both used their strength to turn you over onto your back again. Hunter moved swiftly as he sat next to your face, propping your head on his thigh, putting your eye level with his length, and giving you the view you wanted. Rex wasted no time, sinking suddenly into your wetness. An animalistic, desperate moan escaped him.
“You gonna watch me fuck you, princess?” Rex smiled so sweetly before his mouth fell open and his brows furrowed together.
Using your moisture that still coated Hunter’s length and the pre-cum that leaked from his tip, you began to stroke him firmly. He twitched at the contact, but groaned deeply as the pleasurable sensation kicked in again.
As Rex fucked you hard, his thighs slapping firmly against yours, Hunter cupped one of your breasts into his hand, gently caressing your nipple. The other hand traveled slowly down to your aching clit that begged to be touched again.
"You're being such a good girl for us, letting us fuck you like this" Hunter praised sweetly, watching you writhe and squirm with the motions of his fingers. Once again, they both found a rhythm in what they were doing, pushing you so close to the edge. As you continued stroking Hunter, he subtly thrust his hips into your fist.
"Fuck, I-...I'm so close" You whimpered.
"Come on his cock" Hunter whispered to you, keeping consistent motions on your clit, “you’re doing so good”
An unfamiliar sensation built deep inside you with the approach of your second orgasm. The growing pleasure that centered itself in between your legs exploded, radiating out through your veins, overwhelming you so wonderfully. As you came, that unfamiliar pressure released itself, coating Rex's thighs and Hunter's hand as you cried out incoherent profanities.
"Oh, maker" Rex relished in how arousing it was watching you squirt on him. Hunter deeply moaned as he watched it, too, the look on his face showing pure pride for what they'd made you do.
You held your mouth open in shock, knowing you'd never done that before, but it felt so good.
"That's never...stars, that has never happened before" You breathed heavily as you came down from the most intense orgasm you'd ever felt. You hardly noticed you were trembling.
"Give us another one" Hunter commanded, returning to rubbing your clit once more.
"I can't, fuck, it's too much" You whined as your overstimulated body twitched and squirmed with Rex’s cock still deep inside you. Hunter smirked, laying his arm across your chest to hold you down. He knew you needed more, and they were going to give it to you.
"Yes, you can princess. You can take it" Rex encouraged you as he started to move his hips again.
You were so sensitive but still truly wanted to feel that again. The craving to experience another release outweighed any hesitation. Leaning up, propping yourself on your elbows, you took Hunter into your mouth and let him fuck your face while he still worked make you come again.
“I won’t last much longer, Y/N, Kriff you feel so good” Hunter praised, using your skilled tongue to get himself off.
“Me either. She’s so tight” a soft whimper trailed the end of Rex’s words.
The sensation crept up to you again, quicker than before. The brushing of Rex’s cock against your g-spot, the firm pressure against your clit, and the way Hunter used your face for his own pleasure pushed you closer and closer to the edge.
“Right there, yes, don’t stop” You begged so desperately, pulling off Hunter’s length to breathe. Quickly he pulled you back onto him.
Before you could even prepare for it, your third orgasm washed over you like a graceful wave, the pressure unleashing itself as you came for them again. You soaked them both again, earning approving grunts and moans from them as they watched in awe of you. You were a mess of whimpering that was muffled by Hunter’s cock that nearly choked you as he made you take all of him at once.
“That’s our good girl, fuck, you’re soaking us” Rex praised, his thrusts growing harder as he chased his own high. You were slowly coming down the rush of your orgasm and felt your legs grow weak as they trembled.
Their pleasurable expressions filled the room as they both grew louder, knowing that know that you were taken care of, they could use you as they pleased to reach their own release.
With a couple more thrusts, you were suddenly filled with cum on both ends of your body as they spilled themselves inside of you simultaneously. A tear trickled down your cheek from how much Hunter had filled your mouth, his tip pressing at the back of your throat. They both removed themselves so slowly, and as you swallowed all that he gave you, Hunter softly wiped your cheek before kissing you gently on your red and swollen lips. Rex’s cum began slowly dripping out of you, and you loved the feeling.
Rex and Hunter both collapsed on either side of you in bed as you all floated back down from your intense highs.
“That was…” Rex started, breathless and speechless.
“Fucking amazing” You finished for him.
“I’ll say” Hunter chuckled.
Your wonderfully aching body fell tired so suddenly. They both looked over, admiring you.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Hunter suggested, standing to help you to your feet. They showered you with the gentle attention you needed in your exhaustion and helped you bathe before laying you down tenderly in bed.
I have to go dress shopping soon (someone's wedding coming up) and I don't want to. I want a pretty dress and would like to feel nice, but I'm a bigger lady and I have such a horrible time buying clothes. I try to pretend I don't care about what I look like but I do. Could I please get some support from Hunter or Wrecker (platonic or romantic) or both? I know this is a stupid thing to worry about, but I want to hide. Thank you and it is no rush at all if you are able to write this
Oh Anon. I think many people can relate to this. I certainly can. I hope you don't mind some liberties taken based on my own experience. I wrote this as Hunter, Wrecker, and reader (platonic), although the other three Bad Batchers get cameos.
You had all been invited to a wedding on Pabu and while the boys all found clothes for the event, you hadn't yet. You lingered in the stores, thankful in the moment that the women's clothes were on the other side of the store from men's clothes. You didn't want the boys to see your pained face and frustration. When they were ready to pay and leave, you pushed down your feelings to avoid any questions and simply said they didn't have anything that looked good. Hunter could sense your unease, Crosshair noticed the minute changes on your face as you spoke, and Wrecker could still read the traces of hurt on your face. Echo and Tech sensed something too, but gave you space and didn't want to push it.
As the wedding date came closer, you knew you had to find something. When you headed out to try to find something, Wrecker and Hunter asked if you'd like company. They seemed shy about it, looking between each other, but you smiled a little and nodded.
"If you don't mind," you added.
"Course we don't mind," Wrecker said.
They walked with you, one on either side. As you looked at clothes Wrecker stood around you like a shield. Any time a store worker approached to ask if you needed help, he gently put up his hand and said you were fine. You smiled gratefully at him. Hunter talked to you about what you would like to wear and he just generally kept you company. He noticed your frustration when you noted how frumpy a lot of the clothes looked.
"You deserve to feel as beautiful as you are," he said.
He gave you a supportive shoulder rub when he saw tears in your eyes. They let you take your time, not pushing for information on why this was painful, but simply being there for you.
When you looked at a dress a little longer than anything else, Hunter could feel the change in your mood - a hint of hope in your heart. It was quickly gone and you tried putting the dress back before he stopped you.
"Just try it," he encouraged.
You did so, stepping into the dressing room and feeling immediately overwhelmed by all the mirrors. You changed and looked at yourself, unsure of how you felt. The dress was a little too tight, but you loved the color and the way it laid on your body otherwise.
"How's it going," Hunter asked.
"Uhh... it's probably a size too small," you quietly admitted.
Hunter nodded his head toward the rack and Wrecker got one in the next size up. He knocked on your door and silently handed it to you. You put it on and smiled, pushing past old thoughts and worries.
"How about now," Hunter asked.
You opened the door slightly to see your friends waiting for you and smiling on the other side. They both beamed when you stepped out and Hunter took your hand and guided you to the mirror. You looked anywhere but there.
"Don't look away," he encouraged.
"Yeah, mesh'la," agreed Wrecker, "look at yourself. You look like a million credits."
You looked at yourself and smiled a little, not just at yourself in the dress, but at the boys smiling back at you. Wrecker couldn't help himself and picked you up into a huge hug.
You declared, "Mission accomplished, I guess."
"Good," Wrecker said, putting you down. "I hope you will dance with me at least once at the reception."
"But not every dance goes to Wrecker," added Hunter. "I'd like at least one too."
A/N: So I have requests in my inbox but I still needed to get this out of my system 🥹 sorry guys.
Warnings: Smut 18+, unprotected p in v (wrap it up), fingering (f receiving), Hunter is a sexy warning on his own. Some probably incorrect use of Mando’a. A touch of angst.
Word Count: 4.6k+
Salucami.
An oasis planet in the Outer Rim Territories that still echoed with the horror of the Great Jedi Purge. Barely able to take a breath before the Empire settled in the ruins like a squat toad swatting flies.
You were hurrying back from town, your head down as the words of that Chain Code booth replayed in your mind over and over again. You knew Cut and Suu were hoping to make it off world, as were you, but they’d never let Cut pass.
Your footsteps slowed as you neared their holding, watching through the stalks of Towering Bith as the kids played with one you’d never seen before. They had visitors. You watched her stand there awkwardly for a moment, not sure how to join in, which you found interesting.
You were about to leave when she called to someone watching and you glanced up at the house only to freeze. Hunter stood in the doorway, arms crossed while he observed the kids and you felt your stomach tie itself in knots. You hadn’t seen him since the last time the squad were here and it had been radio silence ever since.
A bitter taste filled your mouth and you backed away, heading to your neighbouring holding and slamming the door shut. Tossing your bag to the side you began to pace, running a trembling hand over your muddy green tunic as your mind ran away with itself.
He was here. They were here. You didn’t know what it meant, were they part of the Empire now? Not if they were here to see Cut…your fists clenched and your teeth ground. You forced yourself to relax there wasn’t much you could do, he was here to see Cut and Suu, you weren’t on his radar anymore.
The soup you made was warm, the night filtered through your open door letting in the fresh air. Fireflies danced to their own tune in the calm air and you let your mind drift as you looked up at the stars. Maybe one day you’d make it off this planet and free from the grip of tyranny and war.
The war is over…
You scoffed lightly. No matter what that stuck up Imperial jerk was saying, you highly doubted this was anything good and the war was truly over.
Sipping your soup as you sat on the steps dreaming of far off places and watching the fireflies meant you were too distracted to hear him approach. A soft scuff of earth alerted you to company and your hand clenched around the hilt of your knife.
Dropping your soup you rushed the silhouette just to have your wrist grabbed and planted firmly against the side of your house in a firm grip. Bringing your leg up, you hoped to break a rib but he caught your limb, ramming himself against your body.
“I see you’re a little rusty,” he observed in that gravelly tone you’d recognise anywhere. He smelled slightly different, that when you noticed he was without his armour, standing there in plain civvy clothes that no doubt belonged to Cut.
“Let me go and I’ll show you something new.” He let out a soft chuckle, the moonlight barely highlighting the smallest smile on his lips.
“If I let you go, are you going to stab me?” He shifted against you, his hand still holding your wrist, his hip pressed between your legs and you tried to wiggle free. “Mmhmm.” You went limp, turning your head to the side and he sighed, the whisper of it ghosting over your bared neck making you suppress a shudder at the feel of it. He backed off, holding up his hands in a surrendering gesture.
You sheathed the blade, crossing your arms and ankles to lean against the side of house and regard him with angry eyes. “You made me drop my soup.” He looked at the floor, crouching down to pick up your cup before approaching to hand it to you. He was trying to catch your eye but you avoided his gaze, not wanting to fall into those molten brown irises like you did last time.
Shoving past him you entered the house, refilling your cup and one for him as well, planting yourself at the table. After a few moments he joined you, large hands encircling the cup as he sat opposite.
“Cut says you’re looking for a way out too.”
“So what if I am?” You asked sullenly. “Nothing for me here, not anymore.” Now he sighed, heavily. As though the weight of the Galaxy was on his broad shoulders and you sneaked a look at him over your cup. His gaze was downcast, his mouth set in a sad line and you saw the stubble on his face was more prominent that usual, making his tattoo a shade darker.
“We were at war,” he muttered.
“I know. I was there.” The silence was broken by the crackle of the fire, adding a strange warmth to the moment and you felt yourself softening a little. “What are you doing now? It’s over.”
“Apparently.” He took a swig of your soup, his eyes closing briefly and he took his time tasting it. “Still as good as I remember.” You fidgeted on the bench, you were bursting with hundreds of questions and not all of them pleasant. The sour taste in your mouth at him abandoning you hadn’t left, no matter how many times you swallowed and it came out in your words when you spoke to him.
“You could have come back. Even just a message to let me know you were alive, I’m sure Tech could have done it.” Silence. You felt yourself floundering in your own emotions as they built in your chest. “Hunter…I have sat here for months…” still he said nothing, staring at his soup as though it was accusing him. “You just swan back in here…” Stars. You didn’t even know what you wanted to say anymore. “I thought we had something.” He slumped slightly at your words, his eyes now searching the table for some help as he struggled to find his words. “But I guess I was just…another notch on the belt, huh?” There it was. Your biggest fear that had been following you around in the dark. You felt oddly lighter having spat it out but in no way were you free. “You know your way out.”
Standing, taking your cup to the sink you didn’t hear him move. You weren’t prepared for the way he spun you round, caging you in his thick arms as his lips snatched at yours in a compelling kiss. Immediately you melted, your prickly anger disappearing at the feel of him, the softness with which he caressed your lips had your head spinning. He squeezed you, pressing your into his well toned body and you couldn’t stop the aching moan that rose from your throat.
He broke the kiss, cupping your cheek with a large, warm hand before diving into for another. His tongue ran along the seam of your mouth and you eagerly obliged. Tasting him, feeling him all around you, like he’d never left.
You gently scraped your fingernails along the rough stubble on his jaw, tilting your head to give him better access to your mouth. He rumbled in his chest, a noise you remembered fondly and it warmed your entire body. Your fingers found his long hair, slipping the bandana off so you could brush it away from his face.
He sighed in space between your lips, relaxing under the softness of your touch and you wondered if you had been too harsh with your words. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.
“I deserved it.” He admitted quietly. His head dipped to your neck and you hugged you close, almost painfully close. You toyed with the strands at the base of his neck feeling him sag into you.
“What’s happened?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he mouthed against the tender skin of your neck, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “I just want to get lost in you.”
This kiss was different, it tasted like desperation and the need to forget as he worked his lips firmly against yours, his hands running down your body to reacquaint with all your curves. He spun you round again, brushing the hair off your shoulder and sucking roughly at the skin he exposed by pulling on your tunic. You bit your lip when his teeth grazed you and his hips rocked up to get a little friction.
He dipped a hand into your loose tunic, massaging your breast and letting out a shuddering breath at the same time. “I’ve missed you,” he mumbled, his voice betraying how much of an effect you were having on him. You looked at his hand on the edge of the sink, knuckles paling as he pressed his hips up and into you again and a soft gasp escaped you.
“Haar’chack, cur mesh’la,” (Damn it, you are beautiful.) he whispered as his hungry mouth teased your earlobe.
“Mmmm.” It was all you could muster as his fingers played your body in precisely the right way. His foot kicked your feet wide and he withdrew slightly, leaving your chest cold from the lack of his touch. You eyes fluttered when he grabbed your hips, moving you back and gently nudging against the bulge that had made itself evident in his own clothes. Looking over your shoulder, you saw the vulnerability in his gaze as he looked up at you. Turning in his grasp you faced him, moving that stray lock of black hair out of his eyes.
“You can make me leave,” he whispered. You’d considered it, even though your anger had been evidently nullified, he was still giving you an out.
“Shut the door.”
The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy as you tidied up the table. Hearing the notch of your door, sealing you both inside as you both knew exactly what was going to happen. The tension was high, it pricked at your skin as you turned the log over in the fire. You were aware of Hunter standing by the door, not making a move towards you yet; just watching and drinking in everything about you.
Dusting your hands off you backed up, your body jolting when he stepped to catch you in the motion, only to relax as his arm encircled your waist. Slipping a hand over his arms you hummed in contentment, your gaze trained on the fire.
“I won’t hold it against you.”
“What?” Now you hesitated, you didn’t want to say the words but you knew they needed to be spoken.
“You leaving. I can feel it’s coming and I won’t hold it against you this time.” His body tensed, his fingers digging into your clothes was the only warning you got before he moved.
You couldn’t help the gasp that spilled from you as Hunter slammed you into the wall, his hands ripping at your tunic in a frenzy.
It fed you, stroked that heat that had been smouldering inside since the last time you’d been in this situation.
You helped him, your motions just as hurried and desperate as his, you wanted to feel his hands grabbing your bare flesh, massaging your body and bringing you to the brink of oblivion.
He tugged the fabric off your shoulders, trapping you in the material so he could nip at your skin, huffing slightly when you cried out. Eventually you worked free, grabbing his face and giving him a passionate kiss that had him moaning as he loomed over you, his hand plastered on the wall while the other dug into your hip.
He gathered you to him, his half undone shirt rubbed roughly against your proud nipples making you gasp at sensation. The hair on his chest was coarse, dark against the tanned expansive of his skin and a welcome feel against your softness.
You laced your hands together behind his head pulling yourself up his body, his hands worked from your hips to splay under your thighs, holding you in place between him and the wall as your tongue danced with his.
Your legs curled tightly around his hips when he pushed away from the wall, walking forward until his legs knocked into the bed and you both tumbled in a bundle of limbs and heated need.
His hips rocked into your core and you hissed at the delicious sensations that curled through your body, your fingers dug into his shoulders leaving marks and his teeth grazed your neck. His breath huffed intermittently, ghosting over your skin with each rise and fall of his chest. His hand slipped between your bodies and you moaned as his fingers grazed your still clothed heat.
“Hunter…” his name a moan as it formed, your hips rocking to feel him better.
“Patience, mesh’la.” You whined a little as he hooked his fingers over your waist band, working the cloth down and exposing your legs for him. You heard his own fall off, keeping your eyes closed and smiling as you tugged your bottom lip with your teeth.
A rough gasp spilled when he ran a hand up your leg, the mattress dipping when it took his weight as he kneeled over you. His lips were warm on your inner thigh and you flinched at his touch, moving your legs only for him to push them apart with his shoulders.
He trailed kisses over your hip, coming to nip at the softness of your stomach, his fingers digging in to any part of your bare self he could touch. Your own hands dipped, delving into the velvety strands of his hair, hearing the growl of approval from him.
You looked down, aware of how needy you looked with your mouth hanging open, meeting his equally fired gaze as he lowered himself between your thighs. His eyes dropped, a little furrow marring his brow as he took you in, fingers pulling you open. He lurched forward and planting his hot mouth on your clit creating an instant reaction that had your hips rolling against his face.
Fingers slid along the seam of your groin to hold you in place as he licked and kissed that bud that drove you feral. His tongue teased, licking up your slit and then delving inside, making your back arch. Your fingers tensed in his hair but it just drove him to press into you harder, matching the motion of your hips as he feasted.
“Osik!” You cried, your brain latching into the only word you could think of right now as he coiled that spring in your belly. Heat raced under your skin, a freshness that made goosebumps rise as you sweated. “Hunter!” He hummed with deep satisfaction, casting the vibrations into your core and your hips stuttered as they ground against him.
You could feel it coming, like a ship out of light speed, but you were still unprepared for the orgasm when it slammed into your body, pushing your head back into the covers as you cried loudly.
He eased you through it, taking note of the way your legs shook and how you flexed your fingers in his hair finally relaxing with a boneless feeling when he pulled away.
He rose up above you, his caf coloured eyes dark with lust blown pupils as he shed his shirt completely. He dipped towards your stomach, enjoying the way you jerked at the feel of his stubble, his wide hand casting up the side of your body as he took his time to reach your breasts.
You went to run your hands across his shoulders but he sat up, grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head on the bed. Toppling forward so he could run his nose along your hairline, slowly lowering his body but not enough to give you the touch you craved.
He kissed you, breathing your air and giving you a taste of yourself that had you groaning as your cunt pulsed with need. You writhed against his hold but he didn’t shift or even acknowledge he was driving you slowly back to a wild state of burning desire.
Lips caressed your neck, trailing over your collar bone and making your breath come in fast gasps. Hunter ducked, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and running his tongue around it. You whined again, your hips seeking out some friction so he pressed his other hand to hold your leg flat on the covers. His back flexed, his own hips working subconsciously as he imagined finally seating himself inside your warmth, to feel you swallow him completely and it took all his control not to finish this quickly.
He moved to give your other breast some attention, his warm breath turning ice cold against the wetness and it slowly drove you mad. Every teasing touch, every firm dig of his fingers and every graze of his teeth had you whimpering helplessly.
“What do you want? Tell me,” he demanded with a husky, lust laden tone.
“I-I want you…”
“Yeah? How?”
“Oh—,” you gasped when he sucked deeply on your nipple, the tickle of his tongue forcing all thoughts free from your brain. “H-however you w-want!” You stuttered. Forming sentences was hard when he was distracting your with his tongue and his thumb as it stroked the delicate skin at the apex of your thighs.
“However…I…want.” You heard the rumble in his throat, the deep tone of his voice and it made your body tremble. His hair was long enough to tickle your skin and you cried out in a breath because you wanted your hands free to run your fingers through it again.
“Hunter, please,” you begged, once again wriggling against him, seeing the torture in his face as he tried not to give in to the animalistic urge that was spurring him on to take you hard and fast.
His lips settled over yours, his tongue pressing to fill your mouth as he settled over you slightly, his hand moving from your hip. You kissed him with equal fire, the pair of you fighting back and forth until he ended up with your lower lip between his teeth. When he released it you sucked it back into your mouth, letting him pepper kisses over your face, finally allowing his body rest over you completely.
His grip lessened on your wrists, more kisses were given but you felt the way his other hand slipped between you both. Fingers dipping into your aching mess and you bucked your hips, moaning at the feel of him inside you. One…two…three fingers had you inhaling deeply, spreading you gently and getting you ready for him.
He watched every little expression your dazed face gave him, the way you nibbled your lower lip, even how you frowned when you cried out with pleasure, the fall of your mouth, the need in your gaze. He caught it all.
His fingers moved slowly, coating themselves in your wetness, making your walls clench from the pressure as he teased that swollen nub inside that had you spreading your legs to accommodate him more.
He gave you a sloppy kiss, ghosting a moan across your lips when he removes his fingers from you and notching the head of his cock at your entrance.
Instantly you moved to take him deeper, watching his eyes close as he slipped into you, holding back everything that told him to ruin you. He wanted to make this last all night. To be with you until the sun crested over the hills because once that happened, everything would change.
His hips pushed into you, filling you to the brim until he withdrew slightly. His arms were resting either side of your body, hands hidden by the covers and you lowered your arms to cup his face. You made him look at you, eyes fluttering when he pushed his cock back into your clenching heat.
He fell to his elbows, caging his arms over your head and pulling you close to him, his lips needy as they stole your gasps each time he nudged that precious spot inside you. This was what you had dreamed of, night after night in the quiet of your house as you longed for his return.
The closeness spoke volumes, the gentleness he gave you even as his body quivered with the need to make you scream. He paid attention to the movement of your body, the twitches and tremors as he pleasured you with long, leisurely strokes of his thick cock.
Oblivion was building again, the precipice of bliss edged on your vision and you heaved a breath into your lungs. Your hands travelled down his body, remembering the angle of his hips, the slimness of his waist and the bulge of his muscles as he worked his hips into you.
Your head rolled, your mind shattering as the cries filled your chest, covering whatever he whispered to you in the shell of your ear. Your entire body tensed under him, your toes curling tightly into themselves and you couldn’t hold on. The band snapped in your belly for a second time and the bliss bled through you followed by a numbness that had you sighing.
You voiced a protest when he dragged away from you, only to find your face in the covers as he flipped you over. He didn’t wait, he couldn’t refuse the beast that roared at him to make you scream his name.
The air was pummelled from your body as he sheathed himself in one go, the burn from the single movement made you gasp and your brain broke. You moaned deeply into the material, your hands fisting tightly as he delved so much deeper into you than before.
You felt a hand wind in your hair, his hand hooking over your shoulder so he could haul you upright. Your back flush against his chest as he snapped his hips up into your cunt.
His ran his hand over your body, creeping up to tease your breasts as they bounced from the motions, accompanied by the gasps that he huffed out at your ear.
You body was tired but still, the familiar sensation tightened in your belly. You didn’t think you had anymore more in you soon but Hunter knew exactly what to do to drag them out of you. His rhythm was relentless, fingers tugging at your nipple making you completely at his mercy and he knew it.
“I can’t!” You gasped loudly, feeling the heat prickle under your skin.
“One more,” he told you, each word punctuated with a thrust. “I need one more, mesh’la.” Your head fell back onto his shoulder, eyes unfocused as you were swept up in the cock drunk feeling he gave you.
A deep groan came from your toes and he answered with a moan of his own, his hips stuttering and you felt him sink his teeth into your shoulder. His breaths were laden was his own desperate ache as his cock twitched inside you, making your slick walls flutter in response.
He was close. His pace slowed and he thrust deeper inside you each time. He pushed you forward, covering your back with his sweating chest, leaning his forehead between your shoulders, driving himself as deep as he could go.
His name became a mantra, the only word that existed for you until your voice couldn’t work anymore except to make tired, debauched noises as he once again tipped you over into that molten pool of pleasure.
White stars exploded behind your closed eyes, cries muffled by the pillow you’d grabbed so you could hear him instead. His cries were restrained at first, but then his cock pulsed and he lost all control on his voice, throwing his head back as he let go. Filling you with threads of his warm cum as he jerked inside you, each little push had you moaning some more, feeling the way he spilled out when pressed into you one last time.
He collapsed across your back, ragged breaths blowing over your hot skin and giving you a brief cool reprieve. As the pleasure trickled away, it was replaced by an ache in all your joints and you flattened on the bed, Hunter flopping over you.
He gave you little kisses across your shoulders, his fingers moving your hair out of your face, his breathing still heavy and billowed out of him across the plains of your skin.
You couldn’t move, even when he went to find a cloth to clean you both up with, Hunter had to turn you over so he could wrap you both on the covers. You snuggled deep into his arms, trying not to acknowledge the sinking pit in your stomach. He had to leave, you knew he had to leave. You just hoped he’d find you again.
Sleep took you both, even though Hunter fought it, his eyes refused to stay open and he could not resist the comforting warmth you created in his grasp. You were so lovely to hold and he wanted nothing more than to leave everything behind and run away with you.
But he couldn’t. He had Omega, his brothers. Crosshair.
So he took the time to memorise your face, the size of your hands in his, the feel of your limbs entangled with his and the soft knock of your heartbeat; it all laid out in his mind and he tucked it all away for those dark moments when he knew he was going to need you.
You stretched on the bed, yawning like a contented Loth-Cat, hazy pleasure still bogged down your brain making it work slowly. You sat up, seeing Hunter was at your table, chin in his hand as he watched you with an intense gaze.
Neither of you spoke, the sound of the fauna filtered in and the sunlight angled across the floor telling you it was early morning.
“You’re leaving.” His expression fell. He got up and approached the bed, gingerly sitting down, his hand seeking out yours to entwine your fingers.
“I have to.”
“I know.” You did, but it didn’t make it hurt any less. It didn’t make it any easier to see the back of him once again. “At least you’re telling me this time,” you tried to joke with a quick squeeze of his hand. He scoffed lightly, a ghost of a smile on his lips. You reached out, brushing that stray lock that always hung over his bandana and his gaze softened, filling with longing as he stared at you. “Promise me you’ll be safe?”
“As much as I can be,” was his non-committal reply. “I have to go.”
“Wait!” You tugged on his hand when he stood, getting out of the bed and throwing yourself at him. Immediately his hands came up to hold you, lips meeting in a kiss so needy time ceased to exist, zeroing down on this moment as you both gave each other a wordless farewell.
“Mesh’la…” his eyes were closed as he pressed his forehead against yours.
“Yes?” You breathed, still clinging to the dead hope he’d stay.
“You will always be the only notch on my belt.” He kissed your stunned cheek, catching the salty tear that ran from your eye, fingers cupping your face so tenderly for a moment…and then he was gone. Leaving behind only imprints of memory as your door swung closed. Burying in your blankets you wept, clutching the last of his scent and warmth to you knowing that you’ll probably never see him again.
hunter only hummed in greeting as you entered the marauder’s cockpit. he was faced ahead, toward the front shield through which you only saw the stone wall of the ord mantell ship port the batch was renting. the sky outside had just begun to give way to dusk, allowing its canvas to be painted watery colors of purples and oranges. the stars would make their appearance soon.
you paused in the doorway, watching your lover simply sit in the pilot’s chair. his eyes were closed, but you knew the gears were churning relentlessly behind the lids. you glanced back. the others had hightailed it to cid’s for supper after today’s mission, a trade that had been botched from the start. tech and omega had had a close call, and it had left hunter on the brink of a mental breakdown.
you pitied your poor man. countless weights were placed upon his shoulders with each new day, and they showed no signs of letting up any time soon. he needed a break, a rest, a ceasefire in this war he was fighting against no one.
“you alright?” you asked as you closed the door to the cockpit. you were sure to keep your voice low and soothing, just a murmur to ease the buzzing within his mind.
hunter hummed again, this time a bit lighter than before. his fingers, resting on the arms of the chair, twitched slightly when your touch ghosted across the plane of his cheek. his eyes opened and he turned his head to face you, revealing a shade of exhaustion in his irises you’d never seen before. the lines beneath his eyes seemed deeper than you remembered, etched permanently into his skin, and his brows drooped so low they sagged.
“just thinking,” he said, voice drawling in that smoky, husky tone that made your heart tilt.
your chest panged with grief for him. slowly, gently, you climbed into his lap and straddled his hips with your own, just your toes coming to rest on the floor of the ship. his hand reached around you to hold you by the waist, an instinctive movement his body made without his mind having time to consider it. he only stared at you, tired and broken down, as you ran your thumbs over the juts of his cheekbones.
“my poor hunter,” you cooed quietly, then eased a kiss to his forehead. a small noise escaped the back of his throat as you continued, pressing your lips to his nose, his jaw, his chin. “you shoulder too much, my love. carry everything when you don’t have to.”
hunter allowed his eyes to slip shut again as you brushed your nose against his, your breath fanning across his face. “who am i supposed to be if i can’t be their leader?” he said. his throat bobbed as he swallowed. “someone has to take care of them, cyar’ika. take care of omega; teach her.”
“and there is no one better than you to do so,” you murmured, fingertip tracing the ‘em lines of his tattoo, “but it’s impossible for you to do everything at once. you’re just a man, hunter. there are limits, and i worry you’ve gone so far you can’t see them any more.”
hunter’s eyes opened and he met your gaze, sad, and defeated, and weary.
with no more words left, you tilted your head and connected your lips to his, palms cupping his jaw to incline his chin. he exhaled into the kiss, nudging his forehead against yours. you could taste the tangy bite of grief in his mouth, and it was poison against your tongue. you couldn’t go on knowing he was this hollow tonight, having burrowed himself into a den that he couldn’t find his way out of.
keeping your lips on his, you carefully moved off his lap, then pulled yourself away to wiggle down at his feet… on your knees. you nudged his legs apart, grateful he’d shed his armor earlier that evening, and deftly ran your nails up his thighs.
hunter spoke, “you haven’t got to do-“ but then his breath hitched when your hands grazed the apex of his limbs, touch brushing against his hipbones, his naval, his cock. he gave no more protest as you hooked your fingers in the waistband of his blacks and slowly tugged them down, waiting for his permission. he handed it to you without another thought, a willing slave to your command even when it was him receiving.
you pulled his blacks down to his mid-thigh, freeing his member, which was steadily hardening from your touches. settling yourself on your knees between his legs, you couldn’t help but run your fingers through the small line of hair that came to life just below his belly button and became thicker as it trailed south. his abdomen muscles flexed and he let out a shaky sigh.
“relax, love,” you told him and kissed the inside of his thigh. “just relax and let go. i’ve got you now.”
after spitting into your hand to lubricate it, you wrapped your digits around his cock. your fingers were just barely able to touch around it, the velvety head already beginning to weep precum. he was desperate for you, but there was nothing pathetic about it. it was more human than anything you’d ever seen, and you relished in it.
hunter’s lips failed to keep in his small moan when you began pumping him, getting him worked up to full size. his head fell back against the headrest as he whined freely. it was moments like these, when he knew you were holding him steady, that he allowed himself to really banish the cold, calculated leader’s facade he wore so often in front of others. he could cry, and howl, and whimper all he needed to, and your pace would never falter.
“my pretty boy,” you murmured up at him, resting your hands on his thighs to steady himself. “my poor, pretty boy.”
leaning down, you wrapped your lips around the tip of his member, and nearly pulled back when his hips bucked on their own accord. he muttered out a half apology, but his hooded eyes had focused themselves on your mouth as it took his cock inch by inch, your hand working what you couldn’t take. his hand twitched, and he settled on placing it on the back of your head. not pushing or wrapping in your hair, just a steady weight to ground himself.
within minutes, the marauder was filled with the sounds of hunter’s grunts and whimpers. his feet were sliding slightly on the floor, his forehead sheened with sweat as he praised your name to the roof like a goddess that had come down and graced him for the first time in his life. his hips rutted, too strong to be held down, and his chest rose and fell in unsteady breaths.
your eyes flicked up to look at him every few moments as you sucked his cock, bathing in state you had reduced him to. this was a dangerous, skilled soldier that had been trained and bred for war, and you had turned him into a panting shell of the killer he was supposed to be. it was evident to anyone who would have seen the sinfully holy scene every ounce of stress had vanished from his body.
his cock twitched in your mouth as you bobbed on it and his foot scrabbled for purchase on the floor beside you. “close,” he whined, his tone having become strained and high-pitched. “c-close, cyare, i’m-“
“let go, hunter,” you said and pumped his shaft, “i’m right here. you can let go.”
hunter’s hips stuttered in a violent tempo, his muscles flexing and brows drawing together. he grabbed a handful of your hair to ensure you’d stay on him as he came, a wail flying from his throat as he did. hot ropes of his spend shot down your throat and you swallowed everything he gave you, milking him dry of anything else he had as you worked him through his orgasm. his cries eventually died down and he slumped back in the seat, grip on your hair loosening when he realized where it was.
you wiped the corner of your mouth with your thumb after releasing him, shuffling back up onto your feet. your knees clicked and ached, but you paid them no mind as you helped him roll his blacks back up. finding your seat on his lap again, you threaded your fingers through his hair and pulled him down so that his head rested against the plush of your breasts. an exhausted exhale came from his lips, and a few more followed as you pet his dark tresses.
“we can spend the night here on the ship,” you murmured quietly. “the others will manage for one evening without you.”
hunter hummed in what you deduced to be hesitant agreement, but you knew he wouldn’t make it three steps into the streets before collapsing. he was barely hanging onto consciousness, sleep prodding at him like the universe trying to swallow him whole. “thank you,” he managed, voice lilted and dragging.
you brushed his hair aside and pressed a kiss to his temple, then settled deeper onto his lap. you wouldn’t be moving for a long time. “sleep, handsome,” you told him. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”
