The Bad Batch Prompt Event
@arctrooper69
Taking the Edge Off
Hunter x m!reader
NSFW
Prompt: A: "Go fuck yourself" B: "Fuck me yourself, you coward"
Warnings: kind of enemies to lovers? or maybe just enemy lovers?, mutual desire, Echo is a gossip, Hunter is pansexual, Dom/Sub dynamics, Dom Reader, Sub Hunter, Oral (m (Hunter) receiving, face fucking, anal fingering, Hunter is thicc, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Orgasm, Mating Press, creampie (anal), aftercare, cuddling
Heavily inspired by this post by clownbloody 🤤
It wasn’t easy being a former GAR officer on the run from the Empire. You always found yourself in the sketchiest of places. Like now as you ducked into a quiet parlor called “Cid’s”.
There were only a handful of people here, which made sense for the middle of the afternoon. If your intel was correct, Cid would be able to book you transport off world.
You stood in the doorway, taking in the scene.
An Ithorian and Weequay were laughing as they watched a small girl play dejarek against an armored man. A few other men in similar armor were scattered around the room.
One of them caught your eye, his eyes scanning up and down your body as though he was picking out every little detail about you. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, attempting to break the eye contact you were unfortunate enough to catch.
“Bandana, Goggles,” a trandoshan woman called from a door to the side. “Get over here. We need to talk.”
Cid, you thought as you watched the man who’d been staring you down move towards the office with the one who’d been playing dejarek.
The girl he’d been playing against hopped down from the table and made her way over to the two other men and their animated conversation about something you couldn’t hear. The girl pulled on the pale man’s arm, whispering in his ear. As she pulled away, the man looked up at you, eyeing you suspiciously.
He said something to the girl, who laughed and shrugged.
You had moved to the bar and sat down by the time the two men came out of the transoshan’s office. She noticed you and walked to you behind the bar.
“Something I can get for you?” she asked warily.
“I hope so,” you muttered, glancing at the rest of the room over your shoulders. “I need passage. Heard you could arrange it.”
“Do I look like a damn travel agent?” she sneered.
“I can pay,” you offered.
She eyed you suspiciously. “You’ll pay and you’ll do something for me to pay the rest of it.”
“What do I have to do?”
—
This wasn’t what you had in mind; being stuck for four weeks on a cramped ship with the men and girl you’d seen in the parlor.
The girl - Omega, she’d enthusiastically introduced herself as - was polite and very curious, but overall somewhat harmless.
You’d figured the men were soldiers before Omega had introduced them, but when she said the group was comprised completely of clones you almost doubted her. You’d seen plenty of clones during the war, but never ones like these.
It was the beginning of week two of the long journey across the galaxy when the group’s cyborg, Echo, cornered you in the cargo bay. His arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned against the doorway, blocking your path out of the cramped storage room.
“Can I help you?” you asked, voice dripping with irritation.
“Not me,” Echo replied. “At least not directly.”
You looked at him, thoroughly unamused.
“Look, Hunter’s been a little… on edge lately,” he sighed. “We’ve all seen the way he looks at you when-”
“The way he looks at me? Oh, please,” you scoffed. “He looks at me like I’m out to get him or something. ‘Course he’s on edge; he hates me and wants to drop me at the next refueling station.”
Echo took a deep breath. “I meant the way he looks at you when you’re not looking.”
The expression your face held must’ve been something, because Echo chuckled, leaning in closer to you, checking for Omega over his shoulders.
“You didn’t hear this from me,” he said, his voice lowering significantly. “And I definitely didn’t overhear him talking to Tech, but he wants you.”
“What?” you sputtered.
He shushed you. “He was talking to Tech because he knows Wreck’s got a big mouth and I like the drama too much. But you’re right; he does not like you, but he wants you so bad he said it hurts.”
You scowled at the floor, listening to all the details Echo spilled to you in almost exhaustive detail.
“I didn’t think I would be his… type,” you mumbled.
Echo chuckled. “I don’t think he actually has a type.”
You weren’t sure what to do with this information. He disliked you just about as much as you disliked him, but there was something… magnetic about the man.
It wasn’t as if you hadn’t thought about ripping that stupid bandana off his head and tying his arms back with it.
You definitely did not imagine weaving your fingers through his hair and pulling hard.
And under no circumstance did you find yourself curious about how far down his body that tattoo goes.
Oh, you were fucked.
—
A few days later, you found yourself alone on the ship as the others went out on a supply run. Well, almost alone.
Hunter had scowled at you when you offered to stay behind to keep any eye on the ship, saying that he’d stay, too.
You ignored the wicked smirk and wink Echo had thrown your way before the ramp closed.
“Don’t trust me, sergeant?” you’d asked, eyeing Hunter as he sat at one of the consoles.
He scoffed. “Think you know the answer.”
“The rest of the squad seems to like me,” you smirked. “Maybe I’m just not your type.”
Hunter tensed in his seat.
You hummed with satisfaction. “Loth-cat got your tongue, Hunter? Too bad, I thought I might find it to be useful.”
His breathing became heavier. “Go fuck yourself.”
“Fuck me yourself, you coward.”
A sharp inhale. Yeah, you had him right where you wanted him. “Personally, I think you’d like to be useful to me, even if you don’t like me so much.”
“Damnit, Tech,” he breathed.
“Oh, Tech didn’t tell me a thing,” you cooed, stepping behind him, your fingers ghosting across the back of his neck. “Maybe you’re just that obvious.”
Hunter made a low rumbling noise, almost like he was growling at you.
“Pretty sure I know every little thing you want me to do to you,” you whispered, your lips nearly touching his ear. He shuddered. “And I think I could probably be convinced to help you out, if…”
He was gripping the arms of the chair hard. “If?”
You spun the chair to face you. His brown eyes were dark, gazing up at you defiantly. “If… you can show me what a good boy you can be for me.”
His eyes fell closed as another shiver ran down his spine. He nodded once.
You smirked in your victory. “Color?”
“Green,” he breathed.
“On your knees,” you ordered. He practically fell to the floor, eagerly awaiting your next command. “How obedient.”
You grabbed his face by the jaw, pulling him to crawl after you into the cockpit, locking the door behind you. You leaned against the door, undoing your pants to pull out your cock, already hard.
Hunter gazed at your length, looking like he was going to start drooling.
“C’mere,” you said, giving yourself a quick couple strokes. “Suck.”
Hunter took you into his mouth, eagerly taking as much of your erection as he could, his tongue running along the underside.
You hummed with pleasure as you caught him gazing up at you through his lashes.
“Still green?” you grunted.
He pulled off of your cock with an obscene pop, his lips slick with his spit, replacing his lips with his hands.
“Yes,” he nearly moaned, wrapping his lips around your tip again.
“‘Yes’, what?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
“Mmm, good.”
Your fingers carded through his long hair. Gripping his head, you thrust your hips towards him experimentally, relishing the way he moaned around your dick.
“Fuck, you like that?” you teased.
“Mmm-hmmm,” he hummed on you.
“Good,” you smirked, grabbing his head once again. You fucked into his mouth, loving the tears you see threatening to spill as you hit the back of his throat.
After a few more strong thrusts, you pulled out, moving his head by the chin to admire the trails of drool leaking from his lips.
“I’ll admit, you took that very well,” you praised. “Tell me, pretty boy; what do you need?”
Hunter let out a shaky sigh, mumbling something you couldn’t hear.
Your hand wrapped around the front part of his throat, pulling a light gasp from him. “Speak up or you’ll get nothing from me.”
“S-said I want you t-to fuck me,” he stuttered.
You released his neck. “That’s better. You have lube?” He nodded. “Bring it to me.”
Hunter got to his feet, rushing out of the room and coming back with a small bottle.
“Good boy,” you said as you took the tube, smirking at the way he shuddered. “Undress completely, then I want you to kneel in that chair.”
He quickly did as he was told, and you had one of your questions answered; the tattoo did cover his entire left side.
Hunter knelt in the seat of the copilot’s chair, using the back of it to support himself. You admired his form in this position, giving his ass a light smack. He moaned as it jiggled. You hadn’t guessed he’d have such a thick ass, but you weren’t complaining.
“How long has it been?” you questioned, pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it behind you.
“M-months,” he admitted. “Please.”
You chuckled. “Oh don’t worry; I’m gonna take good care of you.”
Another shuddering moan as you opened the bottle of lube, squirting some onto your fingers.
“Color?” you asked, brushing the lube against his asshole.
“Green, it’s green,” he pleaded. “Maker, please.”
You didn’t respond, just pushed a finger into his waiting hole, his sigh of relief hitting your ears musically.
Slowly, you pulled your finger almost the whole way out of him, then pushed it all the way back in. A low groan emanated from his throat.
You pushed and pulled more, fucking him with your finger ever so slowly.
“M-m-more, please,” he begged.
You obliged, pushing another finger into him. His moans became a little louder, so after a few experimental thrusts you added a third.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Fuck yes.”
You squirted more lube onto your fingers before pushing them back in, watching how his hole eagerly pulled you in.
His moans and sighed echoed in your ears as you finger fucked him.
“S-sir,” he panted, turning his head to glance at you.
“You ready?” you smirked.
“Yes,” he moaned as you thrust your hand roughly.
“Good boy,” you said, slapping his ass again as you pulled your fingers out.
You pulled your pants down, kicking them off in the direction of your shirt. Your cock was leaking a little precum, you so slathered it down your shaft along with the lube that still coated your fingers. You added a little more, stroking your cock to cover it.
“Please,” Hunter begged. “Please, I want your cock.”
“Patience, sarge,” you cooed, brushing the tip of your dick against his ready hole.
He pushed his hips back, the end of your length slipping into him.
“Color, good boy?”
“Fuck, it’s so green.”
You chuckled, pushing your hips forward, your hand guiding your cock into the tight sheath that was his ass.
You both moaned as he easily took your length. You mumbled some praises, everything from how well he took you to how tight he was gripping.
“Move, please,” he whimpered.
You obliged, pulling your hips back and snapping them forward again.
Hunter cried out, gripping the seat back. “Again, again, please.”
You did as he pleaded, pulling back and snapping forward a few more times. You then set a steadier pace, thrusting your hips against his, loving the way your balls slapped against his taint.
One hand left his hip as you reached forward to grasp his hair. You pulled at the handful you got as you thrust even harder.
“Ah!” he sobbed at the slight change in angle. His back arched beautifully as you pulled his hair. “Fuck yes, right there! Gonna make me cum!”
“Fuck yeah, cum for me,” you panted.
Hunter’s volume increased as his rambling about how he was “so close” and how he was “gonna cum” devolved into loud wanton moans.
He nearly screamed as he fell apart under you, hot white spurts of cum spilling over the seat. You stopped the pivoting of your hips to reach around and grab his cock, jerking it roughly as he cried.
“Give me every last drop, Hunter,” you ordered over his moans and panting. “Give me all that cum.”
His body shook violently as his voice caught in his throat, his tip dribbling cum.
“Fuck,” he repeated over and over between pants.
“Oh don’t worry, baby,” you smiled. “I’m gonna keep doing that.”
You pulled out of him, and the whine he gave sent a shiver down your back.
“Get on the floor,” you ordered. “On your back.”
He did as instructed, cum still dripping down his cock.
“Good boy,” you muttered as you got to your knees, spreading his legs and pushing them up towards his torso. You wrapped your hand around his dick, gathering the little bits of cum there and slathering it on your cock.
You pushed into him easily, and quickly set a brutal pace.
You looked at Hunter, who was moaning so loudly, you were sure anyone within a mile radius of the ship could hear him.
He looked back at you, his eyes blown wide with pleasure.
You pressed his legs forward towards his torso, delighting in your discovery of how flexible he is.
You could feel him purposefully squeezing you and between that and the downright filthy noises dripping from his lips you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.
“Fuck,” you groaned.
“Cum in me,” he begged. “Please, sir, I want your cum in my ass.”
“Fuck,” you repeated as his pleading for your release continued.
Light exploded behind your eyes and your hips stuttered as you pumped his ass full of your seed.
The grip you had on the back of his thighs were sure to bruise and Hunter almost started to get hard again just thinking about seeing them afterwards.
You pulled out of him with a groan, and watched your cum spill out of his ass.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” you moaned as you sat back on your feet. Hunter wrapped his hands around the back of his knees, pulling them closer to his chest.
“You were such a good boy for me,” you cooed, pressing a few light kisses to his jaw.
“Th-thank you,” he shuddered, his eyes half-lidded.
“Come on, Hunter,” you smiled. “Let’s get you cleaned up and into your bunk.”
You took him to the fresher, helping him clean up the cum dripping from his ass, before basically carrying him to his bunk.
He pulled you into the bunk with him, and even though it was much too small for two fully grown men, you’d managed to find a position comfortable for both of you.
You gently kissed the top of Hunter’s head and he sprawled across your chest, his ear pressed firmly against your chest to listen to your heartbeat.
Thanks for reading! - River
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