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: After a couple of months away on a mission, Hunter surprises you with his early return. And an odd request.
Pairing: Hunter x f!reader
Content/Warnings: Smut (oral f receiving, fingering, edging, multiple orgasms, mentions of p in v), porn w/o plot, reader is kind of a brat (if you squint), Hunter is kind of a desperate pathetic little freak, Hunter asks the reader not to bathe.
Word Count: 4960
A/N: The idea for this popped into my head recently, and it was too delicious not to write it, because we all know Hunter likes your natural scent quite a lot. Second time writing for Star Wars, first time for Hunter though so I'm hoping I did him justice! Thanks for reading, enjoy!!
It's been a long week. Work has been hell, you've barely had time to eat let alone properly bathe. Of course you've made sure to wash your hair and face, with a fresh set of clean clothes everyday. But the grime and ick on your skin is finally starting to catch up with you. Thank the Force your boyfriend won't be back for at least a few more days, giving you more time to clean yourself, and your apartment, up.
You stumble across the threshold of your apartment, and practically collapse onto the couch with a heavy sigh. Finally, you've made it to the end of your work week and can rest for a couple of days. It only takes a few minutes of slow, deep breathing before your eyelids begin to droop and threaten to fall, and you're all too willing to succumb to sleep's embrace.
Just as you're about to drift off, your comm rings from inside your bag. Your eyes flick open in an instant, reaching over to see who's bothering you during your rare and precious downtime, only for your breath to catch at the name of who is currently calling you.
Hunter.
Without hesitation, you accept the call.
"Mesh'la," Hunter's voice rumbles through the speaker, and sends a shiver straight through you.
"Hunter, are you okay?" You ask instantly, unable to hide the small trace of fear in your voice. He picks up on it at once.
"I'm okay, don't worry, cyar'ika," he reassures you, and you release a breath you didn't realize you'd been holding. "What about you, how have you been?" He pauses for a moment before continuing. "You sound tired."
You can't help but let out a small laugh at his blunt concern. "I have been pretty tired lately, but you should already know that I'm never too tired for you."
"Mhm, I certainly do know that," he hums, his voice dropping an octave lower. You can practically hear the smile in his voice. "Well, you better wake yourself up, because we'll actually be back on Coruscant in a few hours."
A stunned silence follows his words, and you can't help but freeze for a moment. "But you weren't supposed to be back for another week, I thought?"
"We were able to finish our mission early, and I told the boys that I wasn't about to take on anything new until I've had a chance to see you again." Hunter's words soothed your anxious nerves at once, a sense of calm and warmth spreading through you.
"That's great news, Hunter. I can't wait to see you again," you told him, smiling now as well. "And if you won't be here for a few more hours, that gives me enough time to clean up and shower before you're back."
You were already standing up from the couch, looking around at the small but cluttered living room of your apartment. It shouldn't take too long to tidy up, and you would definitely have enough time to change and wash the bedding too.
"Wait, you said you're going to take a shower?" Hunter asked, a sudden sense of urgency in his voice. You can't help but laugh at his response.
"Yes, it's only been a couple of days but I want to feel clean and fresh for when--"
"No. Don't take a shower." Hunter's voice cuts you off, and you're shocked into silence for another moment.
"What, why? You don't want me to shower before you're home?" You laugh nervously, a little unsettled by his odd request. "I don't really want to be gross and smelly for you."
There was a brief pause as you heard him take a slow, deep breath in, almost like he was attempting to smell you through the commlink.
"Cyar'ika, I have been dreaming of your scent since the last time I had you. And I don't want it to be diluted by your fruity and floral body washes." Hunter's voice had dropped even lower, nearly a growl now. "Please. I'm not too proud to beg for this."
You couldn't stop the shudder that rocked through your body at his words, settling into a warm pool of desire low in your belly. Since you began dating him less than a year ago, Hunter had rarely begged for anything. And any time he did, it was in the throes of passion and ecstasy as his senses overwhelmed him. You had always been happy to oblige his urgent pleadings, the results making your decision an easy one every time.
But this was something he hadn't ever asked for in the past, and truthfully you felt a little uncomfortable at being intimate when you didn't feel clean. He must've sensed your unease, because he spoke again before you could respond.
"Of course, don't do anything that you don't absolutely want to do, even for me," he told you softly, his tone gentle. "As long as I get to be with you, that is all that matters to me. Okay?"
You exhaled another withheld breath, feeling relieved and reassured by him. "Yeah, I know. I appreciate you saying that, Hunter. You are always so good to me."
He chuckled at that. "I only ever want to be good to you, cyare. Good to you, and good for you." Hunter paused, and you heard a commotion in the background of the call. "I'm sorry, I have to go for now. But I will see you in a few hours, alright?"
A smile spread across your face at the thought of him back in your apartment so soon. "Yeah, sounds good. See you soon, Hunter."
After hanging up, you set the comm down and considered his request. You were obviously aware of his heightened senses: you often had to make sure whatever food you cooked him wouldn't be too overwhelming; the electronics in your apartment either had to be unplugged or completely powered off whenever he slept over; and the sex was almost always an intense experience for both of you because of his sensitivities. The way he was always able to completely tune into your body, and deliver whatever it was you craved in that moment.
Hunter was always a good sport about trying new things with you, especially if it was your idea. He really was the best you'd ever had, and treated you with more care and respect than any partner in the past. You paused at that thought, properly reconsidering his request now. It was something so simple to do for him, and knowing Hunter, it would absolutely be worth it.
A mischievous smile split your face as you started to move about your apartment to tidy up, but now with no plans to bathe.
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In the couple of hours you had before Hunter showed up, you were able to clean your apartment. You stood again in your living room, looking around and assessing if there was more to do when you heard a soft knock at the door. Your heart instantly jumped into your throat and your pulse picked up as you crossed to open the door, smiling at once at the sight before you.
Hunter was devastatingly handsome, with a strong jaw and a stare that pierced your soul, his facial tattoo only adding to his rugged demeanor. His hair was neatly tucked back within his usual bandana, and by the Force did you love that bandana. You loved whenever he used it to tie your hands to the bed as he fucked you senseless; or when he'd grow tired of your rare but bratty responses and shove it into your mouth as a gag before taking you from behind, your cries muffled by the fabric as he'd slowly but roughly bring you to orgasm after orgasm until you sobbed.
You can't help the smile that grows on your face at the memories, a slight flush spreading through your cheeks. Hunter smiles back at you, crooked and full of hunger as his eyes rake over your body.
"Mesh'la," Hunter breathed, taking a step forward to envelope you in his embrace.
You wrapped your arms around his waist, clinging to his back over his shirt. He always tried to leave his armor either back on the Marauder or at the GAR base, choosing to be soft and more human with you. It was a decision you were always grateful for.
"Oh, Hunter, I've missed you so much. I'm so glad you're safe," you gasped, burying your face in his strong chest. He smelled like faint traces of GAR soap and blasterfire, two smells you'd come to associate exclusively with him. You felt his embrace tighten around you at your words.
"I'm safe, I'm okay," he whispered. "And I've missed you too. I can't explain how much I missed you," he said, ducking his head to press his face firmly against the side of your neck. He wasted no time, inhaling your scent as deeply as he possibly could. As he exhaled, it came out as a growl against your skin. "Mmm, I can smell you, cyar'ika. And you smell delicious."
A shiver surged through your body before you could stop it, and you knew he felt it because you felt his lips spread into a smile at your throat.
"You didn't take a shower, did you, mesh'la?" he whispered, his lips moving to brush over the shell of your ear now, causing you to shiver again.
"No, I didn't," you responded breathlessly. "I thought you deserved something special to come home to, and you did beg me so sweetly for it."
A grin was on your face as you brought your hands up, nails gliding across his back and shoulders to entangle your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, scratching the sensitive skin there. It was his turn to shudder now, and you pressed a gentle kiss to his temple.
"Come inside, I don't want to have our reunion in the hallway," you told him, turning to pull away. But his grip was firm around you, arms locking you into place to keep you pressed against his warm body. He pulled back enough to look into your eyes, his pupils already blown wide with desire and a hunger you didn't often see in him.
"Hang on," he whispered, continuing to hold you flush against him. "There's something that can't wait."
You opened your mouth to respond, but he took that opportunity to press a searing kiss to your lips, swallowing whatever words you might've uttered. Instead, you moaned into his mouth, your grip on his hair tightening into a gentle tug. A groan rumbled deep in his chest as he slid a hand up to cradle the back of your neck to keep you close, his other hand maintaining its firm grip around your waist. He couldn't stop himself from deepening the kiss, sweeping his tongue inside your mouth just to satisfy his intense craving for your taste.
Another moan escaped you then, and you felt yourself melting helplessly into him. Until you heard another apartment door open down the hall and footsteps echoed towards you. With a gasp you pulled back, and this time Hunter let you. He felt your pulse spike, noticed how your body went rigid, but he kept his hand steady against the back of your neck, keeping his gaze set on yours.
"Sorry, love," he muttered, offering a small crooked smile he only wore around you. "Got carried away. Let's go in." You nodded wordlessly, breaking the embrace to turn back into the apartment.
As soon as the door was shut behind the two of you, Hunter descended upon you. Immediately you felt his hands slip around your waist to pull your back against his chest, and he pressed his nose into your hair to inhale your scent once more.
"Fuck, I've missed this," he groaned. His hands didn't stay still for a second; they roamed from gripping your hips, to a warm palm spread against your belly with fingers clinging desperately, until they finally found your breasts. He gave them a few firm squeezes, relishing in the way your breathing hitched every time he tightened his grip. "Mm, yeah. I have definitely missed this," he rumbled out as his thumbs began to rub slow circles around your nipples.
You felt your knees go weak at his ministrations and clung desperately to his arms as his fingers continued to knead your chest. "Hunter," you whimpered, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. "That feels so good."
Groaning again, he whispered your name reverently as he nosed your hair away from your tempting neck, his tongue darting out to taste the sweat that was already beading on your skin. You heard, and felt, his gasp as he let the salty flavor of you spread through his senses. "Oh, cyare. I need you. Now."
A new sense of urgency came over the two of you in that moment, both of you shedding your layers in record speeds until you stood in just your undershirt and panties, and he in his black compression shorts. Hunter's hands grabbed at you then, pawing at the soft flesh of your hips as he slowly began to grind his clothed erection against the growing wet spot between your legs. You moaned at the friction and dragged your nails down his bare chest, leaning forward to press slow kisses along the column of his throat. Hunter's breathing stuttered at your lips moving up to suck gently at his pulse point, his grip tightening on your body to a near bruising pressure as your teeth gently scraped against his skin.
"You're driving me crazy, mesh'la," he told you, his voice low and rough. Bringing his hands up to skim along the hem of your undershirt, he tugged it up and over your head in one motion. Then he was ducking his head down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth as his hands slipped around your back to roughly grip your ass.
You arched into his touch, feeling the start of that familiar heat coiling low in your stomach. He hummed approvingly against your skin as you moaned, kissing across your chest to suckle and bite at your other nipple. You wrapped your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair. As you did, his bandana began to come loose, and you couldn't stop yourself from tugging it from his head altogether. It didn't seem like Hunter was terribly bothered by it in that moment, but you kept it wrapped around your fist in case it might be needed later.
"Okay, my love, I need to taste you now. Don't make me wait any longer," Hunter told you, slowly kissing along your collarbone and up the side of your neck. "Please."
All you could do in response to his pleading was gasp and nod as he began to move you back towards the couch. The backs of your legs met the edge of the cushions and Hunter guided you to sit in front of him as he knelt on the ground before you. His hands found your hips again and, without breaking eye contact, he hooked his fingers in your panties and slowly slipped them free from your body.
Almost unable to stop himself, Hunter tore his gaze away from yours to stare longingly at the slick that awaited him between your legs. An animalistic growl erupted from him as he surged forward, his lips meeting with the soft, supple flesh of your thighs in hot open-mouthed kisses. His eyes found yours again as he kissed, licked and nipped his way to the apex of your thighs. You reached out with both hands, tangling them in his now wild hair, attempting to pull him closer to you even faster. But he resisted your tugging, smirking up at you now.
"There's no rushing it this time, sweet one," he mumbled against your skin. "You smell incredible, and I want to savor your taste as much as I possibly can." Unable to control yourself, your hips bucked towards his face as his words stoked the fire that was continuing to burn within you. He let out a low, raspy chuckle at your desperation. "That's it, my needy girl. Show me how much you want this."
"Fuck, Hunter," you gasped as his tongue trailed it's way closer to your cunt. "Please, I want you."
"Mm, what exactly do you want?" he teased, still looking up into your eyes with a mocking expression. But you could see through the act, could see the tension in his shoulders and the way his breathing was starting to come much faster now.
"I want your mouth on me, Hunter. Make me come on your tongue, please," you pleaded with him.
He flashed a wicked smile at hearing you beg for him now, slowly placing your legs over his shoulders, before finally rewarding your patience by dragging the flat of his tongue along the hot seam of your pussy. You cried out, eyes squeezing shut as you threw your head back against the couch and your hands fisted in his hair.
"Fuck, you're so wet for me already. And you taste like heaven, too," he groaned out as he continued to lap at you, inhaling and drinking in everything about your essence. He sucked your folds into his mouth before swirling his tongue up to tease and flick against your sensitive clit, causing your breath to catch in your throat.
As Hunter maintained a singular focus on giving direct stimulation to that delicate bundle of nerves, you began to softly buck against his mouth even more. But just as he said, he was set on savoring this moment, intent on delivering as much pleasure as he could with his tongue. He slid his hands up the outside of your thighs to grip them harshly and hold you still as he continued to suck hard on your now pulsing clit. You cried out again, feeling that band of pressure winding high and tight in your belly now. Hunter must've felt it too, because he moved one of his hands from your thigh to press a finger into your wet and eager entrance.
He wasted no time in curling his finger inside you, instantly finding that spot he knew so well that would make stars swim in your vision. You moaned as he couldn't resist adding a second finger; he loved the feel of your tight heat sucking his fingers in deeper and deeper, soaking him with your arousal. He pumped his fingers in and out of you, curling just enough to have your toes start to curl in response.
"Hunter, I'm so close," you rasped out, running your fingers through his long hair as you opened your eyes to look down at him again. He had yet to tear his eyes away from you though, watching every flash and twist of pleasure that flickered across your face to track just how close you were. You moved one hand from his hair to gently stroke the tattooed side of his face as you felt yourself right on the edge of your orgasm.
"Yes, just like that, don't stop," you whined as he roughly sucked your clit between his lips, his fingers never stopping or slowing down from sliding in and out of you.
"Come for me now, cyare. Let me taste your sweet release on my tongue again, please," he pleaded against your wet cunt. His words were more than enough to push you over the edge, and your orgasm tore through you with a ragged scream that stole your breath as your thighs trembled on either side of his head.
"Yes, that's it, my love. Let me hear you, taste you, feel you!" Hunter practically shouted, loving the rush of your slick flooding his tongue, drenching his fingers and filling his nose with your scent.
He kept slowly curling his fingers in and out of you, tongue still flicking softly against your oversensitive clit as you came back down from your high, until you tried to gently push against his face to get him to stop. However, Hunter had another idea as his fingers began to pick up speed again, stroking against that same devastating spot that made your vision start to blur at the edges.
"Hunter, please, it's too much!" You gasped, thighs tensing near his ears as you still attempted to push his face away. But he was too strong and determined to stop now.
"No, I want another. Give me one more, I need to feel it again," he growled against you, redoubling his efforts to lick and suck relentlessly at your clit. "You always smell and taste better when you come for a second time, too."
You quickly gave up trying to push against him, instead rolling your hips up into his mouth over and over again. He hummed, staying still for a moment to let you grind your cunt against his tongue, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine.
"Fuck me with your tongue, please!" you suddenly exclaimed, your voice high and breathless. "Please Hunter!"
He didn't respond with words, but immediately withdrew his fingers from your pussy to replace them with his tongue. You let out a ragged moan as he curled his tongue up inside of you, giving his hair a sharp yank as the pleasure began to build again already.
Hunter groaned out your name, briefly closing his eyes at the slight sting from you pulling his hair. When he opened them again and settled his gaze on yours once more, you saw an intensity within him that you were certain you'd not seen before. He kept one hand still firmly wrapped around one of your thighs perched atop his shoulder, while he slid his other hand up to rub rough circles around your clit.
"Pull my hair again, cyar'ika," he said, his voice partially muffled against your wet folds.
You happily obliged, tugging with both hands on his beautiful curls. He inhaled sharply at the small flash of pain, followed by a louder and more powerful groan than you've ever heard from him. Until now.
The vibrations rippled through your body, hurdling you even closer to a second release. Desperate to come undone on his tongue again, you kept a firm grip with both hands and tugged on the strands again. Hunter let out another ragged moan against you, his tongue still buried and curling inside the wet heat of you as his fingers continued rubbing messy circles on your clit.
You were already addicted to the way he groaned into you when you pulled his hair, so you simply maintained a steady pressure as he continued tongue fucking you. But Hunter noticed that look in your eye, and felt a strange possessiveness come over him like never before. At that exact moment, he also saw that you had his bandana wrapped around your fist. He couldn't stop the smirk that spread across his face as he pulled away from your weeping cunt.
"Wait, Hunter! What are you--?" You started to exclaim at the sudden loss of his tongue and fingers, but Hunter cut you off.
"I'm simply...improvising," he muttered. He quickly slipped the bandana out of your limp grasp and chuckled at your slow reaction as you tried to keep your hold on it. "Ah ah, I think I'll decide how we use this for tonight," he told you as he moved to stand over you.
"What are you--HUNTER?!" You shrieked as he reached down to scoop you up into his arms, moving you so that now you were laid on your stomach on the couch.
Hunter laughed again, watching you struggle against his grasp as he easily held your hands behind your back with one fist. "You know how much I love to tie you up, cyar'ika, I can't help but do it again now," he said as he leaned down to slip his bandana around your wrists to bind them. "It's just been too long."
He tugged on the knot, making sure it wouldn't budge, before he placed a gentle kiss to your cheek. "You can always use our safe word or tap me at any point, my love. Is this still okay?" His voice was softer now, gentle as he checked in with you.
You turned your face to see him better and smiled up at him. "I know, this is more than okay with me," you told him, your voice still a little breathless.
Hunter flashed a wicked smile back at you before he yanked you up to sitting again. He dropped back down to his kneeling position in front of you, only now your hands were trapped behind you. "Now then, where were we?"
He quickly repositioned your legs back over his shoulders, keeping a steady grip on your hips as he dipped his head down to feast on your cunt. Hunter really took his time with your second orgasm, constantly teasing your clit and bringing your right to the edge of release before pulling away from you entirely. Only to bury his face in your pussy a moment later once you started to beg for his tongue again.
You didn't know how many times he had edged you now, but what you did know was that you were a sobbing mess fully at his mercy. He left your hands bound behind you, preferring to watch you struggle against him as the pleasure started to overtake you again. But Hunter could tell you were really starting to fray at the edges, desperate for your release, and he couldn't find it in him to deny you anymore.
Currently, Hunter's palms were slowly stroking up and down your thighs while his lips were latched firmly against your clit, sucking just hard enough to make you cry out.
"Please, Hunter," you begged, your voice hoarse from all the screaming at being relentlessly edged.
He hummed in response, and your hips twitched upward against his mouth. "Please what, mesh'la?" he taunted, releasing your clit to leave a little love bite on the inside of your thigh. You hissed at the scrape of his teeth, but he quickly soothed the spot with the warm drag of his tongue.
"Please let me fucking come already!" you exclaimed, fresh tears stinging the corners of your eyes.
Hunter stopped for a moment, watching a tear fall from your delicate lashes and roll down your cheek. He surged up, running his tongue gently along the track of the tear, shivering at the salty taste.
"Of course, love," he whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, before he lowered himself to your pussy again. "Just keep breathing."
You nodded and bit your lip, unable to look away from his piercing gaze as he dipped his tongue into your dripping cunt. He thrust his tongue in and out of you a few times before swiping up to once again ravish your swollen, overstimulated clit. He swirled his tongue around the tender nub, then sucked it firmly into his mouth. Hunter took a deep breath then, letting your aroma fully infiltrate his senses and overwhelm him in the best way possible.
Slowly but with a steady, building pressure, Hunter hummed against your skin, knowing the vibrations would drive you wild. His tongue flicked against your clit in his mouth, and your entire body started to tremble now. The pleasure spiked when you felt two of his fingers slide easily into you.
"Please, cyar'ika, come for me," he spoke softly, tongue still darting out to lap at you.
That gentle encouragement was the last thing you needed to finally push you over the edge, and your orgasm ripped through your body in an overwhelming rush. Your vision fully whited out, and you were vaguely aware that you were babbling incoherently as you succumbed to the pleasure.
"I can never get enough of your taste, love," you heard Hunter tell you once you started to return to your body. "If I could, I would live with my face buried between your thighs."
A breathless laugh escaped you, looking down at where Hunter was still kissing and licking at where your release coated your thighs. He was already looking up at you, a look of pure awe written across his features.
"You are incredible," he breathed, moving to sit beside you on the couch so that he could untie your wrists now.
"Wait, did you finish? Are you still hard?" you asked, concerned that he might be neglecting his own desire. He let out a small, awkward chuckle as he blushed, briefly unable to meet your eyes.
"I might have...come in my shorts," Hunter mumbled quietly. You bit your lip to stop a smug, satisfied smile from breaking across your face. But you were too slow for Hunter to not notice, and he flashed you a small smile in return. "I can't exactly help it, when your moans are so sweet and I feel drunk just from going down on you."
"I wanted to make sure you were taken care of, that's all," you told him. He leaned in to press a tender kiss to your lips, smiling again as he pulled back. You glanced down at where he held his bandana, reaching out to stroke the fabric before looking back up at Hunter.
"How about we take this bandana to my room and see what other fun positions we can end up in before we collapse, totally spent?" You suggested, a cheeky grin spreading across your face. Hunter mirrored your expression in an instant.
Summary: Mayday remembers the moment he realized he loved you.
Pairing: Mayday x gn!reader
Content/Warnings: reader uses they/them with no physical description other than having enough hair to fist; it starts to get steamy at one point but we cut away before anything happens; whump by the end (I'm sorry in advance).
Word count: 1,042
A/N: it's been a LONG time since I've written anything at all, and my first time writing for Star Wars, but I love Mayday dearly and wanted to finally make this happen. The title is also a song of the same name by We Were Promised Jetpacks and loosely inspired this lil oneshot. Thank you for reading, and here we go!
The first time Mayday realizes he loves you, it's unexpected and takes him by surprise.
He can feel the gentle brush of your breath against his face as he tries to sleep, but keeps his eyes closed anyway.
“Mayday,” you whisper softly to him. “I can tell you're awake and not really sleeping anymore.”
Slowly, a smile spreads across Mayday's face as his eyes flutter open. You're already smiling warmly down at him as he takes in your expression: it's full of love and compassion he never thought he'd live long enough to see directed at him. You scoot closer to him and gently caress his scruffy cheek, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss to his forehead. Reacting on instinct, Mayday snakes his arms around your waist to pull you even closer to him.
“What time is it?” He croaks, voice still heavy with sleep as you pull back to look at him. “It feels too early for either of us to be awake.”
You let out a small laugh, the soft noise bringing another smile to Mayday's face. “It is still pretty early, but the sun is coming out so maybe it's time to start our day?”
Letting out a short groan, he pulls you flush against him and buries his face in the crook of your neck. “Or we could enjoy this rare moment of no pressing obligations to drift back to sleep,” he suggests, his voice muffled against your skin. You can't help but giggle as his scruff tickles you when he speaks.
“Mayday, are you really determined to grow this beard out?” You ask, running your hand across his cheek again.
He chuckles as he pulls back from your neck, the motion tickling you yet again. “What, you don't think I can pull off the beard?”
Rather than respond right away, you keep your hand on his cheek and close the distance between you to press a kiss against his lips. He hums approvingly, slightly tightening his grip around your waist as he attempts to deepen the kiss, but you pull back before he can.
“You are the most handsome man I've ever known; so beard or no beard, I'll like it” you whisper to him with another quick kiss. “And I'll always want you, no matter what.”
Mayday's gaze drifts from your eyes down to your mouth as you finish your sentence, and in that split second he feels desire begin to pool within him. In that moment, though, it feels different. There's a swell of new but deep emotion along with his desire for you, and panic briefly flares in him as he tries to understand this feeling.
He had never had a serious, committed relationship before he'd found you, and even after the two of you started dating, he held back. Being a clone meant his list of experiences were going to be different than that of a nat-born, and the majority of those experiences would likely be brief and fleeting even outside of intimate relationships. So, naturally, Mayday was a bit scared at first. But over the months you'd only proved your commitment and dedication to him, never pushing or pressuring him to be in something he didn't want. And, of course, it all paid off.
Because here you were now, wrapped up in his embrace, looking at him like nothing else mattered or existed outside the two of you. All at once, this new emotion clicks into place for him, and with it a broad grin splits Mayday's face.
“I love you,” he says softly, his voice full of conviction. A gasp leaves your lips as your eyes search his face, and a slow smile spreads across your face now as well.
“Oh, Mayday. I love you too, forever,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his mouth again.
The kiss quickly deepens and intensifies from there, and the two of you shed what little clothes you wore as quickly as possible to feel the relief of skin against skin. He fisted one hand in your hair as the other roamed along your naked form, eagerly swallowing your moans as he slid his tongue against yours. You, in turn, ran your fingers through his hair, tugging on the short strands just to hear him moan back into your mouth.
“Say it again,” Mayday muttered against your lips. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you, Mayday,” you sigh. “I will never stop loving you.”
~~~
Was that a dream I once had? Mayday thinks to himself. Is this a dream I'm having? Or, perhaps, calling it a waking nightmare would be more fitting.
He's not sure how long they've been walking, but all Mayday knows is that he and Crosshair have been trekking through the snowstorm all night. Crosshair, who just the day before said that he wouldn't want to carry dead weight, now fully supports Mayday's slowly dying weight. Crosshair, who would have been perfectly safe had he abandoned Mayday after the avalanche, has stayed with him and kept him conscious when Mayday felt reality slipping around him. And now, Crosshair is his last chance to somehow get word back to you about his fate.
Mayday doesn't want to leave you, never wanted to leave you in the first place, all those months ago when he was first told to report to Barton IV. But he was a good soldier and he followed orders, only now he knows he won't be able to follow your order to come back home to you.
Home, Mayday thinks, struggling to try and picture you on the couch in your apartment. Or maybe you're at work right now, staying focused and diligent until the moment you can hold him in your arms again. Forgive me, my love, but the last time you held me will have to be enough for you now.
“Crosshair,” Mayday manages to croak out. “I need you to find my partner–” he pauses to take in a painful breath before continuing. “Tell them…tell them I love them, and that I'm sorry.”
Whatever Crosshair responds with is lost on Mayday, as his mind slips again and he spends the last few hours of his life remembering all the happy memories he had with you.
