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Hunter x Reader: A Show of Thanks

This is part two to this sultry little encounter, where an insanely thirsty reader (it's me, I'm thirsty) finds and cares for injured Hunter. The tension between them builds until it breaks, just a bit, but their paths lie apart... for a while. When Hunter returns months later to express his gratitude... There's a bit of pent-up desire between the two of them that doesn't seem to be able to hold for a moment longer. ;) Original was inspired by some delicious fanart by @cloned-eyes, and any other shirtless/man bun/sultry Hunter works are MORE THAN WELCOME to be tagged here please!!

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LISTEN. I may still be hot and bothered from @the-cantina's insanely amazing Hunter x Fem!Reader piece that has clawed into my brain and not left since (not that I'm complaining), but I was re-reading some of my previous one-shots and this one was just begging for a part two. ;)

Hunter x Fem!Reader Word Count: 3.8k Content Warnings: kissing, groping, making out, fingering, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected P in V, humor as a form of aftercare

It had been months since the surprise visitor had kindled a fire in your loins that had left you with proverbial blue balls for days afterward. Your quiet life on Pantora had continued after Hunter was picked up by his squad, soaring off into the sky with a grateful goodbye and a suggestive wink, but your carnal desire still flashed into your mind far more often than you liked to admit. You could still taste him on your lips, smell his scent as he pressed up against you, spot the hint of the curve of his buttcheek as he held that damn towel around him.

It wasn't just his raw magnetic appeal to you, either. The hours you'd passed in conversation as he had healed had left you transfixed, delighted with his wit and intelligence as much as his tightly snatched waist and broad shoulders. You'd resigned to let it be merely what it was -- a lucky visit, a little gift from the Maker to add some spice to your otherwise bland days. The few dates you'd been on since had been wildly disappointing in comparison, and you silently cursed the dark and broody soldier for what he had done to your expectations.

So when a knock came at your door one evening when you had just finished your shower and were almost ready to tuck in to bed, you couldn't have guessed what would be waiting behind it. You peeked through the crack, gasping in complete shock at the sight before you as you flung open the door the rest of the way. There he was, standing tall in his armor, piercing eyes regarding you with a bit of amusement as you gawked at him, insanely self-conscious in your soft robe and fuzzy slippers.

"Hi... what...?" you fumbled, at a total loss for words, stepping back to beckon him inside out of habit of politeness.

"We're on world for a few days," he answered, smooth voice cascading over you like fog rolling in at dusk. "I just wanted to come back and thank you... for all you did..." He slowly moved past you into the small open space inside the door, turning back to you with his helmet at his hip. You pressed the door closed, letting out a deep breath before facing him.

"You did thank me," you smiled, and the glint in his brown eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

"Did I? Hm." He shrugged with a careless grin, making as if to head for the door again, "Well I guess I should go then."

You laughed, moving in front of him before your brain had the chance to analyze the situation, "Now wait a minute..." you began, breath catching in your throat as he came to a stop mere inches in front of you. His hold over you was infuriatingly unfair, and you raised your chin to regard him with a bit of snark, "You can't just... You... Ah kriff," you deflated, rolling your eyes in visible disgust with your own uncooperative sense of humor.

"Mm, yes. Solid point there," Hunter poked, and you chuckled along with him, taking a momentary pause to find your voice.

"You can't just come in here all hurt and defenseless and get me all riled up with your teasing and then leave for months and show up again and..." your run-on sentence was far from complete, but he interrupted.

"And drop by to share my gratitude for your kindness and care?"

"Hunter," you breathed, wanting to bite his neck when you saw the way his eyes flashed at his name on your lips. Another sharp inhale allowed you to continue, "Yes," you shifted to a prim, pert tone, "I suppose you are free to share as much gratitude as you feel is deserved." You smirked, emboldened at the temporary force behind your verbal sparring match.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" he asked suddenly, catching you by surprise. Your saucy thought of only if I'm on the menu melted into the back of your mind as his sharp face curved into a gentle smile, and he held his hands out to the sides. "Anything sounds better than ration bars, and I quite enjoyed our conversations last time..."

"It's kinda late for dinner," you mused, instantly kicking yourself for even mentioning it. What the kriff was wrong with you?! This luscious snack of a man was inviting you on what felt like a date and you were criticizing the timing? “But I might have something around here if you’re hungry…” The words came out unbidden, and he lifted an eyebrow, bowing his head in acquiescence as he began to remove his armor. Maker have mercy, you thought, turning to bang around in the kitchen in a flustered frenzy.

“You seem a little agitated,” he observed innocently, as each armor plate hit the ground with a gentle tap that sent a quiver through you. He finished his undressing, rising back to his full height in a skin-tight layer of black clothing that hugged his every curve (and bulge) from head to toe. He jerked his head to brush a stray tendril of wavy brown hair out of his eyes, running a hand through it all after it refused to comply.

“Karking hell, Hunter,” you blurted, slamming a cupboard and facing him fully. “You know what you’re doing to me.” The outburst of honest accusation felt like a weight off your shoulders, and you stared at each other in similar states of shock and amusement. He began his slow walk toward you again, and you knew from experience that you were done for. The lithe agility that graced even his simplest of movements only hinted at what he was capable of, and every fiber of your being was instantly electrocuted with desire to find out more fully. He halted on the opposite side of the tiny butcher block island in the middle of your kitchen, splaying his palms on it and leisurely leaning forward to tilt his head inquisitively.

“What am I doing to you?” he purred, head lowered just enough for those gorgeous amber eyes to pierce your very soul from beneath his sharp brows. You’d thirsted for this cat and mouse game since he had first toyed with you, setting a fire in you that had smoldered ever since. Only this time, you had months’ worth of daydreams and yearning built up inside, and it compounded into confidence that reared its head in the face of provocation. You slapped down the dish towel that you’d been absently carrying as you’d searched the kitchen for a decent meal, approaching him now with an intent glare.

“Why don’t you get rid of these,” you hissed, slipping a hand beneath the shirt of his blacks to graze the muscles on his stomach, which tensed at your touch, “And get back into that little hand towel you thought was somehow acceptable for a grown man to use… And we’ll pick up where we left off.” Your eyes glimmered at your own boldness, and you lifted your chin to give him a challenging look, which quickly wavered as he lifted a hand to your jaw, tracing a single finger along the edge and slipping off the end with merciless restraint. He leaned in slowly, bringing his face alongside yours, turning his head slightly so you were sharing the same air, and your lips parted in response.

“But what about dinner?” he murmured, causing you to burst into laughter and take a swipe at him, which he caught effortlessly and used to spin you around and pull your back tightly against his chest, pressing his mouth against your ear now. “You’re something of a tease yourself, you know?”

You sighed blissfully, leaning your head back onto his shoulder and closing your eyes, hardly able to believe that any of this was really happening, then arched your back, provocatively grinding your ass against him, deep satisfaction welling up within as you felt him growing harder against you. “I haven’t a clue what you… ahh--” you gasped, as he suddenly tugged open your flimsy robe to expose the entire front of your body to the cool air. His hands were soft yet rough to the touch, casting goosebumps across your skin as they roved from your hips across your stomach, wrapping you in a tight embrace as he crossed his arms over you.

“Would you like me to thank you properly?” he said huskily against the side of your face, and the breathless “yes” that fell from your lips was answered with a satisfied “hmm” as he brought his lips to your neck, sucking the skin into his mouth before releasing it and following it with a kiss, dragging his teeth along to the next spot where he continued his agonizingly patient sampling of your earlobe, collarbone, shoulder… You reached an arm behind you, burying your fingers in his hair and clenching a tuft with a needy sigh. He took advantage of your movement to scoop a hand beneath your exposed breast, caressing it with a reverent thumb as you writhed against him. You flung out your other hand to the counter next to you, holding on for dear life as he painstakingly tormented your neck with his tongue, sinking his other hand down your front to barely graze your mound before gripping the flesh on your thigh.

The expletive that escaped you was followed by a short exhale of mirth from him, and you forcefully turned to face him, tearing yourself from his ministrations to claw at the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head with lustful impatience. Another expletive followed the first as he shook his hair back from his face, the bandana having come off with the shirt, and you took in his tousled, muscular nakedness again.

“Maker, Hunter… Are you even real?” you exhaled in disbelief, touching his chest and abdomen with unveiled hunger. You didn’t know what force in the galaxy had brought him to your doorstep yet again, but you were silently thanking them with all that you had as you tantalized fingers across his pecs, one black and one brown, and traced the lines of his body down to the waistband of his pants.

“You’d better check, just to make sure,” he needled, stepping into you again to lightly brush the robe off your shoulders, leaving you naked in your kitchen save for a pair of fuzzy pink slippers. He shoved a leg between your own, pressing his thigh against your incriminatingly wet pussy, and you rutted against him as if you couldn’t help yourself. His strong quad and the textured fabric over it were sending you to new heights, threatening to bring you to a climax already, and you breathed a sigh of relief when he wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and setting you on the island. His mouth was on yours again, with one commanding hand at the base of your skull, fingers gently wrapped around the back of your neck as he slid his tongue into your mouth, groaning as you dug your own hands into his hips, tugging him forward into you.

Your faces came together again and again in increasingly sloppy passion, tongues flicking against each other, teeth dragging along lips, suckles punctuating the press of kisses. He buried his face in you again, tracing his tongue down the side of your neck to nip at your collarbone, palm driving into the small of your back and causing you to arch beneath him, where he bent further to continue ravishing you with his mouth. When he reached your breasts, cupping them in both hands and dragging the flat of his tongue across one, you whined loudly, nearly delirious with delight. He teased tiny circles around a nipple with the tip of his tongue, then pulled the whole thing between his lips, rolling it against the roof of his mouth as you shuddered in ecstasy. When he reached the other breast, continuing his intoxicating work, you dipped a hand into his blacks, grabbing his thick, hot shaft with a firm hand, and he moaned against you, burying his face in the swell of your chest to muffle his volume.

You slid your hand slowly to his tip, gathering the slick excitement of his arousal across your palm before gliding it back down, feeling his eyebrows tighten together. You felt unstoppable, absolutely feral in your thirst to tear him apart, and you plunged your other hand into his hair, roughly grabbing a tuft and tugging his head back. His face flung upward into the light, mouth falling open and eyes finding yours, disarming in their reckless abandon. The stern expressions that had set his face in such firm lines were nowhere to be found, thoroughly masked by the passion that blazed in his darkened eyes and tattooed mouth.

“Want to take this somewhere more comfortable?” you asked, unable to resist kissing his gaping mouth. He melted into you as you released his head, looping your arms around his shoulders as he scooped you in his arms again. He crossed the small cottage to your bed, which was abysmally small for even one person, and dropped you carefully on your back in the middle of it.

“Still want me to get that towel?” he joked, and you sat up on your elbows to meet his hungry gaze.

“Yes, actually,” you answered, smirking at his surprise as you flicked the lights off, leaving only the flickering glow from the fireplace across the room. But he wasted no time in complying, disappearing into your refresher and reappearing moments later, gloriously naked save for that small, white towel that strained to make its ends meet across his hips, splitting apart across his thigh. It was tied, just barely, to allow him the use of both hands, which he was currently using to pull his scattered locks of hair into a messy bun atop his head.

“Are you kidding me…” you whispered, biting your lip almost hard enough to draw blood at the sight of him with both arms stretched above his head, tan torso curving down to the edges of the most blessed hand towel you’d ever had the pleasure of owning. But he heard you, of course, and the dancing shadows across his face belied his flattery at your praise as he crawled on top of you, draping his body across yours to avoid crushing you with his weight while still being able to support himself enough to slither enticingly against you. He cupped your face with a hand, kissing you with a mind-numbing blend of passion and tenderness as you entwined your arms and legs around him, sweaty and hot against one another.

He rolled his hips against you, grinding his hard length along your folds from beneath that slutty little towel, and you clenched his waist tightly, bucking against him and biting back the pleads for him to enter you already. But he teased you for a few moments, kissing and caressing, drowning you in his scent and the sensation of his skin against your own, and then he pulled back, slowly lowering himself between your legs. The anticipation sent a thrill up your spine, and when he reached the end of the bed, he scooped your thighs up onto each of his shoulders, fingers biting into the flesh of your hips as he blew a tantalizing cool breath across your core. You didn’t know what to do with your hands, frantically bunching the sheets in your fists on either side of you, and when he gently traced his tongue in a lazy, wandering line from bottom to top, finishing with a teasing wiggle across your clit, the sound that escaped you was inhuman. He rumbled his approval though, pressing his face against you more vigorously as he lapped up your folds again, harder this time.

“Oh my kriffing--- ah! Yessss,” you moaned, losing yourself in the ecstasy of his mouth. He repeated his adoring licks, each time a little more firmly, and when he sucked your clit between his lips, doing maker-knows-what with his tongue, your pitchy whines were bordering on incoherent. He pressed his tongue against you again, waggling it back and forth until you were seeing stars, and then took you in his mouth again, nose and chin digging into you hungrily. A desperate hand dug into his hair, loosening the knot it was tied into as you gripped it tightly, as though it were the only thing keeping you tethered to reality. Your hips bucked into his face without your permission, but he welcomed the intrusion, driving you mad with the dizzying mix of tongue strokes and suckles of every sensitive, wet inch of you. You felt his shoulders shift, followed by the added sensation of a finger sliding between your folds, and felt your climax immediately rise within. You writhed beneath him, barely holding yourself at bay as he stroked your walls, and when he started to press a second finger in, you pulled his chin up suddenly.

“You’re going to be the end of me that way,” you gasped, almost coming undone at the sight of his tousled hair framing a satisfied face above your legs.

“I told you I wanted to say thank you,” he said smoothly, and the humor flitted across your face too quickly to register as you pulled him up toward you.

“I want you inside of me,” you begged, feeling the excitement build as he slowly crawled back on top of you. “I want to feel every inch of you, you sexy kriffing thing,” you moaned, bringing a light smile to both your faces. You didn’t care how dumb it sounded; you were drunk on his passion, absolutely lost in his overwhelming assault on your senses. And you never wanted it to end. He brushed the hair back from your face, leaning his forehead against your own in a starkly tender moment of intimacy, and brushed a thumb along your cheek as he lined himself up with your entrance.

“You sure?” he taunted, and you raked your fingers down his back, pressing his hips toward you in response. He sank into you slowly, sending waves of gratification radiating through you as he bottomed out, and you gasped at the perfect, intoxicating stretch.

“You are so…” your words dissolved into thin air and you squeezed your eyes tightly shut as he began to move, dragging himself against your swollen, slick walls with excruciating patience. “Holy kriff…” you breathed.

“Hmm?” he asked, playfully inviting you to continue, but you shook your head, brows drawn together with intense focus on the way he filled you to the brim, a smile of disbelief still plastered across your face. His own expression softened at the sight of you, and he leaned his head into the pillow beside yours, muscles tensing across his arms and back as he rocked more rhythmically, driving his thick length into a spot that was building an incredible tension in your core. The scent of his hair filled your nose -- smoky, outdoorsy, with a hint of something clean and musky -- and you bit your teeth into his shoulder as he slid his torso against yours, tasting the saltiness of his skin and reveling in his answering groan. He picked up his pace, panting with arousal and effort, but instead of allowing himself to come, he sat up a bit, rearranging himself to be straddling you from above.

The sight alone was almost enough to send you over the edge, but he resumed his thrusting, massaging your breasts with expert hands before settling his hands on your hips, tilting them upward and pulling you against himself as he drove into you again and again. You arched your back, releasing your tight grip on his wrists to bury your hands in your own hair, completely overwhelmed with the euphoria of the new angle. His breathing grew erratic, and low grunts of focused restraint broke through the sound of your bodies slapping together. He stuck two of his own fingers into his mouth, covering them with wetness before messily circling your clit with them. You curled your chin to your chest, moaning his praises and every dirty thing you could think of as he increased the friction. Your orgasm crashed over you without warning, and as you helplessly cried out, it was music to his ears as he leaned forward slightly, continuing to draw out every last vestige of pleasure from your writhing body beneath him.

As you quieted, he pulled his hand away, beginning to slow his pace, but you grabbed his wrist again with sudden intensity. “Keep going,” you panted, meeting his gaze in animalistic hunger, and he lowered his head, thrusting into you with increased fervor, encouraged by your continued moans as you relished his relentless pounding. How did it still feel so good? You didn’t care, instead reaching forward to pull him closer to you as he continued his movement, sweat beading across his tensed back. His face drew near to yours, and you buried a hand in his hair, clenching it again to see if it had the effect on him you guessed it might. A gasp and a loud groan answered your query, and his eyes flew shut as he came, moving so fast you could barely breathe between thrusts. He took his time slowing down, sitting back up, head lifted to the ceiling in a silent prayer. When he finally came to a halt, he leaned forward onto his hands, hair falling all around his face as he slowly opened his eyes to meet yours. It made you want to start the whole process over again, the simultaneous look of dark, commanding lust and the exhausted vulnerability.

You opened your arms to him, pulling him close as he slid out of you with one last shudder, collapsing beside you with a deeply contented sigh. He remained motionless for a minute, quieted by the feather-light traces of your fingers on his shoulder blade, and then he pushed himself onto his side, facing you with satiated admiration. You gazed into his gorgeous brown eyes, light reflections of the fireplace dancing in their depths, and caressed the tattooed side of his face in complete awe and adoration.

“Oh!” he said suddenly, startling you out of your love-drunk reverie, “I almost forgot…” You tilted your head, eying him questioningly but melting into a smile as he continued, “...thank you.”

Gonna tag those of you from part 1 who asked for a part 2. ;)

@utulienaure12 @multi-fan-dom-madness

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